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sentinelpri · 21 days

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Self Conscious (NSFW)

Spring in Konoha has never truly existed. While today is the first day of the season, more than anything, it still feels like summer. It’s nothing new to Kakashi Hatake, who has lived in the village his entire life. He’s traveled enough to have experienced other climates, but he’s not too bothered by the ten month long stretches of blistering heat followed by only two months of pleasantly warm weather before it gets uncomfortably hot again.

He lets out a sigh of relief when he walks into his apartment. The cool air washes over his sweaty skin as he shuts and locks the front door behind him.

Kakashi hears familiar footsteps against the wooden floor and looks to see you turning the corner from the hallway.

“Hey, sweetie, how did physical therapy go?” You question.

“Fine enough,” Kakashi answers, then sighs. “Boring as always.”

Kakashi walks past you towards your shared bedroom. You follow close behind. He can’t help but notice that you’re wearing a tank top and shorts. He wants to tear them right off of you. However, there’s just one thing stopping him.

A healing hip.

Of all things… Roughly two months ago, he broke his hip on a mission. While incredibly painful and inconvenient, it didn’t require any surgery after Sakura worked on him, which he’s grateful for. What he’s not so grateful for are the weekly physical therapy sessions and the list of restrictions Tsunade has given him to follow while he heals; drink plenty of water, eat only healthy food, rest lots, and worst of all, no strenuous physical activity.

What that means is no training, and worst of all for you and Kakashi, no sex.

Sure, the two of you can get off in other ways… But Kakashi misses it. As he watches you absentmindedly staring at yourself in the tall bedroom mirror, he wants it more than ever- wants you more than ever. He’s been wanting you so bad that he’s tried to seduce you a few times since the injury regardless of the restrictions he was given by medical personnel. Unsurprisingly, you care too much about him healing properly to let him have his way with you when he still has another month to go before he’s cleared to do anything.

He sits on the edge of the bed and takes his shoes off, his one visible eye still trained on you. The straps of the tank top you’re wearing slide off of your shoulders. He can see the outline of your breasts and the stiff peaks of your hard nipples through the thin material of the shirt as the chill from the air conditioner blows over your bedroom. Your shorts tightly grip your hips and ride up to show your thighs.

“I’m glad it seems like you’re recovering well,” You grin and walk towards Kakashi so you can sit next to him. “I’m looking forward to next month when you’ll get your medical restrictions lifted.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kakashi looks you up and down before pulling his mask to let it fall loosely around his neck and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. “Come sit in my lap, pretty girl.”

You don’t hesitate- because just like Kakashi, the last two months have left you starved for touch- because even with kissing and cuddling and holding hands, the intimacy of sex is something that the two of you have missed desperately.

You climb into Kakashi’s lap and put your knees on either side of his hips before leaning in and capturing his lips with your own. Kakashi kisses you back and tilts his head to deepen the connection. Your hands move up and down his body like they’re not sure where they want to go. Kakashi ends up grabbing them and pulling them until they’re gently resting on his neck, your small fingers wrapped around the pale skin, settled but not squeezing.

“Fuck, Kakashi,” You gasp, grinding your short-clad heat down against his stiffening cock and threading your soft fingers through his silver hair.

“I want you,” Kakashi breathes and practically tears your shorts from your body. There’s already a damp patch in the center of your white underwear as he circles your clit through the thin cloth with his fingers and uses his other hand to pull at your tank top. “Please, I need it. Let me have you.”

“You know we can’t,” You argue and break away from him to get off the bed. “You have to heal, Kakashi. Believe me- I want you, too, but I’d hate for two months of physical therapy and recovery on your end to be for nothing.”

Kakashi leans back onto the bed and huffs, his dick rock hard and aching for relief. His eyes flutter shut.

“Okay.”

“I’m, uh,” You turn your back to Kakashi and go to the small drawer of your dresser to grab a vibrator. Then, you walk over to his side of the bed, press a kiss to his head, and start to walk the other direction. “I’ll just go take care of myself in the bathroom real quick.”

Kakashi sighs again. For the past two months, aside from the occasional oral, you two have hardly done anything- and any time you get yourself off, it’s either in another room or when he’s not home. At first, Kakashi didn’t mind too much, but he can’t help being curious… The two of you have been together for five years and you’ve never masturbated in front of him. Is it weird? He isn’t sure, as you’re his first serious romantic relationship. To him, though, it definitely feels weird. He’s even jerked off in front of you a few times and never thought anything of it.

You, however… Seem to be self conscious about it.

Maybe he’s the weird one?

“Hey, (y/n),” Kakashi stops you by grabbing your hand.

You startle just slightly before turning to look back at him.

“Hm?” You hum.

“How come you never masturbate in front of me?”

“...Huh?” You tilt your head, a big blush taking over your (s/c) cheeks.

“I think you heard me.”

“Well, I guess I just-” You pause, refusing to look at Kakashi. “I don’t know, I never thought about it before.”

“Yeah?”

Silence… And not the comfortable kind that’s bound to happen between two people who have been together for five years. It’s the uncomfortable kind, the kind that happens when the two of you have an argument or an awkward discussion such as this. To Kakashi, sex isn’t awkward. With you, it never has been. Apparently, though, this aspect of it is awkward to you. The awkwardness is so palpable that Kakashi swears he can smell it in the air as you stammer over your words.

“I guess… I just feel like it’s weird?”

“Do you think it’s weird when I do it in front of you?”

“Well, no, but…”

“But what?”

“You know, with you looking the way you do, of course I wouldn’t mind,” You start to ramble. Your eyes dart between the bedsheets and the hardwood floors. “But you have the figure of a shinobi, and obviously, I don’t, so… I can’t help but be a little self conscious.”

“That’s all?” Kakashi asks, a small smile taking over his face. “I thought I’d done something or… Something. I don’t know.”

“No, you didn’t do anything. Don’t worry about it.”

You turn to walk away again, but before you can, Kakashi speaks up.

“Wait,” Upon hearing his voice, you stop to listen. “It’s important for you to know that I love you, and I’m still really attracted to you despite everything that’s been going on lately. You don’t ever need to be self conscious around me.”

“Oh… Well, that’s sweet of you to say, Kakashi.”

“It’s not me being sweet- it’s true. You’re beautiful,” Kakashi praises you, but he’s not an idiot. He can tell you don’t believe it; that you think he’s just trying to be nice or spare your feelings. Even after years of being with you, he has yet to make sense of why you’re so quick to brush off compliments. “I’ve never in my life wanted another ninja the way I want you.”

“Thank you,” You say with a sheepish smile. “You’re the best at making me feel better, but do you uh… Want me to…?”

“Want you to what?” Kakashi questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Get myself off in front of you… Like you said,” You answer.

“Oh,” Kakashi blinks, then rushes to give you a good response before you get embarrassed and retract your offer. “Uh, yeah. I think I’d like it if you did, but you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

“Okay,” You nod. “I think I’d like to try it soon.”

“Alright, but there’s really no pressure. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, and if we do decide to do it, you can stop at any time, and we can pretend it never happened.”

“Alright,” You say, but still, turn to the master bathroom with your vibrator in hand. “I’ll be right back… We can shower together after, okay?”

“Yeah… Sure.”

When you disappear into the other room, Kakashi sighs and pulls his pants down, wrapping a hand around the base of his length.

‘Another night of this… God, I miss her.’

The next day, while Kakashi is at a doctor’s appointment, you go on a shopping spree with some of your friends; Anko, Shizune, Kurenai, and Iruka. Your job as Anbu’s record keeper doesn’t pay an exorbitant amount, but it’s enough for you to comfortably support yourself and still be able to buy nice things, especially since you split your bills with Kakashi these days following his moving in with you.

So, when you pass by the nicest clothing store in Konoha’s shopping district and notice a beautiful (f/c) lingerie set on display in the window, you stop and look at it.

The price is reasonable enough. It’s on sale, too.

You think back to last night; to that make out session with Kakashi and the awkward conversation that ensued. Maybe it would be nice for you to dress up for him since it’s been a couple months… You read something like that in one of his books once; the woman dresses up in a sexy outfit and sprawls out on the bed for the man to come home to. That seems right up his alley. Why not do it?

It’s a thought that makes you giddy at first, but then the doubt starts to creep into the back of your mind. What if it doesn’t look good on you? What if Kakashi’s turned off by it, or think it’s a stupid idea since the two of you can’t have sex right now? You want to try to please yourself in front of him like he mentioned… You’re just so terrified of him being unimpressed with you that you’re not sure if you can bring yourself to do it, even though he said he’d like it if you would.

You look around at your friends. They’re all shinobi with cut, perfect bodies, just like Kakashi. Beautifully slim waists, toned muscles, long legs, and so much talent. At times like this, you wonder why Kakashi is with a civilian record keeper like you instead of a beautiful kunoichi. You’re a good person, and you certainly don’t think you’re hideous or anything, but it’s difficult to maintain good self-esteem when you feel like you’re constantly surrounded by women who are more gorgeous than you.

Your eyes flicker to the lingerie set once more. You think about how you would look in it, versus how someone like Lady Tsunade would look in it… Obviously, a huge difference.

You’re not ridiculously out of shape- it’s impossible to be when you’re dating someone like Kakashi. Sadly, though, you don’t see yourself as a beautiful kunoichi either.

You frown.

What to do…

Kurenai interrupts your thoughts as she places a soft hand on your shoulder and speaks to you.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” You give a dismissive wave with one hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure? It looks like there’s something on your mind.”

“It’s a bit silly, but… I want that lingerie set that’s on display.”

“Do you not have enough money for it?” Kurenai questions and stops to look at the display as well. Your cheeks burn red as the rest of the group notices and stops as well to gawk at the lacy garment. “I could pick it up for you.”

“Oh, no you don’t, Kurenai! You have a whole kid to take care of,” Anko objects and points to baby Mirai, who’s currently in Kurenai’s arms, babbling at the woman and trying to pull at her dark hair. “I’ll buy it for you, (y/n)!”

“No, no. As the most senior of the group and Lady Tsunade’s personal assistant, I make the most money out of all of us, so I should pay for it,” Shizune inserts herself into the conversation as well and reaches into her pockets to pull out a thick leather wallet.

“Why don’t I buy it?” Iruka offers.

“On a teacher’s salary?” Kurenai says with a quirked eyebrow, shaking her head. “I don’t think so, Iruka.”

“Hey, guys, I appreciate you all trying to help, but I have more than enough money to buy it,” You offer a nervous laugh, then stare at the ground, too embarrassed to meet the curious gazes of your friends. “That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is it?” Iruka turns his head to you and asks.

“I’m just scared it won’t look good on me.”

“You only live once,” Anko argues. “Go buy it or I’m buying it for you!”

“Yeah,” Kurenai agrees. “You’re beautiful, (y/n). (f/c) is a nice color on you, too, so I’m sure it’ll look great.”

“Okay, then… I guess I’ll go ahead and buy it for myself.”

Peer pressured by your friends, you trudge into the store and quickly buy yourself the set- even if you’re convinced you’ll never have the bravery to put it on in front of your lover.

Later that night, you find yourself standing in front of the mirror with tears in your eyes. Kakashi is out with Guy, Asuma, Genma, and Ebisu, doing God knows what- though that’s not the problem.

Rather, the problem is the lingerie set you bought from that store earlier. You’re standing in front of your bedroom mirror with pretty makeup on your face, a sparkly choker around your neck, and your hair done. You look good from the neck up, but the lingerie isn’t working; the bra, the panties, the garters, the matching thigh highs… None of it works. Your sex toys are on the bed, waiting to be used.

With how insecure you’re feeling right now, you’re sure you’ll end up taking all of this off- including the matching (f/c) nail polish, shoving the sex toys in the back in their designated drawer, showering, and crying yourself to sleep before Kakashi even makes it home.

“Ugh, this is stupid. Why did I even do this?” You groan, unsatisfied with how the lingerie contours your body. Even though it’s your size, it doesn’t fit quite right. You hate the way it makes your butt look, it’s a little too tight around your hips, and the bra just sucks. No wonder it was on sale… You huff and take the choker off, then start to wipe the makeup from your face when you feel a set of large hands on your waist. The makeup wipe and choker both fall to the floor as you gasp in surprise. You glance at the mirror to see Kakashi standing behind you. “Kakashi! I didn’t hear you come in! When did you get home?”

“Hey, pretty girl,” Kakashi greets you and rests his chin on your shoulder. He completely ignores your question in favor of trailing his hands up and down your exposed body. “What’s all this for?”

“I, um…” With Kakashi appearing so suddenly, you feel caught off guard and are unsure of what to do, even as Kakashi spins you around and pulls you close to his chest.

“Did you dress up just for me?”

“Well, yeah, but it doesn’t look the way I wanted.”

“What do you mean? It looks great,” Kakashi drags his mask down his face and leans down to whisper into your ear at the same time he grabs your ass. “How nice to come home to this after the day I’ve had.”

“Yeah? Did you have a rough day?”

“It was just long. As much as I love them, going out with those guys can be so exhausting sometimes, especially after a doctor’s appointment… I’m really pent up because I just couldn’t stop thinking about you… And about last night,” Kakashi gestures back to the bed with a knowing smirk. “I see your toys out on the bed. Was that your plan?”

You blush from your head to the middle of your chest at Kakashi’s words. You were hoping to get changed and erase any evidence of your plan before he got home, but he actually seems… Pleased?

“Well, um-”

“It’s a simple question, (y/n),” Kakashi reaches for your chin and gently tilts it up to make you meet his gaze. “Give me a yes or no answer.”

“...Yes,” You whisper back.

“You were gonna surprise me, hm? What a good girl.”

“Y-Yeah,” You stutter. You’re unsure of where to put your hands, so you place them on Kakashi’s shoulders as you press a kiss against his neck. “Sorry I didn't finish getting ready before you got here.”

“Are you serious right now? Don’t apologize to me for this,” Kakashi laughs, then quickly shifts. His voice drops in pitch and lust glazes over his one visible eye. “Now, get on the bed.”

“Okay.”

You rush to follow Kakashi’s order so fast that you nearly trip over your own feet. You sit on the bed and crawl back with Kakashi following close behind.

“I know it’s been hard for you since I had my injury. Thank you for being so patient, but I don’t want you to have to keep waiting up on me, even if we can’t have sex for a little longer,” Kakashi reaches forward and rests a hand on your cheek, caressing you so tenderly that it makes your heart throb. “I want… To see and help make you feel good.”

“Kakashi, I don’t think it’s such a good idea-” You object, gesturing to his hip, but Kakashi simply shakes his head and sits beside you.

“I won’t do anything crazy, alright?” Kakashi argues as he hurriedly sheds his clothes. His forehead protector, dark blue undershirt, matching pants, face mask, and boxers are all thrown to the floor with haste. When Kakashi looks back at you, the intensity in his eyes has you swallowing a nervous lump in your throat that you didn’t even know was there in the first place. “I don’t think I can handle another night of you disappearing into the bathroom when I’m right here, dying to take care of you.”

“Then… What do you want me to do?”

“Show me how you like to touch yourself.”

And it’s a little awkward. Part of you is tempted to say no, to get embarrassed and back down, to retreat into the bathroom again. But when you look up at Kakashi’s eyes to see how excited he looks, you remember that he thinks you’re beautiful; that he wants this, wants you.

“Okay.”

You scoot back onto the bed, lay your head on the pillow, sprawl out, and reach between your legs with both hands. Your fingers on one hand toy with your clit, while the fingers on the other hand circle your slick entrance. Kakashi grabs your vibrator for you, turns it on, and pushes it into the hand in front of your clit. You take the gesture for what it is and rub your clit with the tip of the vibrator. A low noise leaves your lips as you tilt your head back and close your eyes.

“Look at me,” Kakashi commands, much to your embarrassment. You open your eyes and look up at his face with a pout. Pleasure starts to rumble low in your body like a base. “Good girl… Are you embarrassed?”

“A little,” You answer, but spread your legs a little more and start to fuck yourself with your fingers at a steady pace.

“Don’t be,” Kakashi says as he grabs his dick by the base and works it until it’s fully hard. Your mouth waters- you wish he would just fuck you, but you know you can’t. “You’re so beautiful, especially like this… Do you see how hard I am for you right now?”

“Y-Yeah,” You breathe out, because you do. Kakashi’s cock is red and stiff, with precum at the tip and veins lining the length of it. “Want it inside me…”

“That’s too bad.”

Kakashi lightly smacks at your wrist, so you slide your fingers out of your pussy and look at him with curious eyes. He doesn’t speak to you, instead laying down, snuggling into your side, and moving a hand between your legs. He fills you back up immediately by sliding two fingers into your heat. The two are quickly followed by a third before he starts fucking you with them so deeply that the action draws a high-pitched moan from between your lips, which is quickly muffled by Kakashi kissing you.

It’s different from regular sex, or even just Kakashi eating you out. You’re used to his face squished between your thighs, buried in your neck, or staring at your back as he has you bent over; not right next to yours, staring, watching.

The noise in the room only contributes to your arousal; the wet squelch that comes from Kakashi’s digits pistoning into you, the low buzz from your vibrator against your clit, the hums and moans from Kakashi as he quickly moves his hand over his dick. A dribble of precum drips down onto your thighs, and you rub them together in excitement for what’s to come.

With Kakashi hitting your sweet spot and kissing you like he’s starving for you, you’re right on the edge, but there’s something stopping you from cumming like this. Your eyes flutter open and meet Kakashi’s. The tomoe in his Sharingan swirl; a sign that he’s trying to record this moment for himself. You realize that it’s the anxiety. A mental block. You’re so self conscious about being watched that it’s keeping you from finishing, because what if you make a weird face? Or a noise that turns him off?

You break away from Kakashi’s kisses to let out a frustrated groan.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, I’m-” You huff, dying for release. “I’m super nervous and it’s- it’s making me take way longer than I usually do to finish like this… I’m sorry if I’m taking too long.”

“Stop. You’re not taking too long at all,” Kakashi scolds you as he continues to pump his cock with one hand and thrust his fingers in and out of you with the other. “If you want to be good for me, you’ll cum, and I don’t care how long it takes... You can take all night if you want, pretty girl. It’s not that different from sex, okay? Take your time.”

You don’t do anything in response except to let out a needy whine, which seems to please Kakashi, who alternates between kissing your neck and tits. His approval- the lack of judgment, the admiration, the utter love and adoration- is what sends you over the edge as you dial your vibrator to the highest setting and arch your back. You cum with a loud cry and fall flat onto the bed.

Your legs tremble and shake as you pull your vibrator away from your clit and jerk away from Kakashi’s fingers. He’s kind enough to gently slide them out as he paints your thighs white with his cum, his face buried in your neck and your name leaving his lips like it’s a mantra. You pull him close and press a kiss into his sweat-dampened hair. Your eyes flutter open and shut as Kakashi continues to kiss at your neck, worshiping you even after the both of you have finished.

“Kakashi?” You start.

“Hm?” He hums and pulls away from your neck to glance up at you with one charcoal eye and one ruby red one. “What is it, (y/n)?”

“Did you really like that, or did you only want to do it because you thought I’d like it? You know, since we haven’t been able to have sex?”

“Mah, you always overthink everything,” Kakashi grumbles and sits straight up on the bed. “I did it because I thought you’d like it and because I knew I’d like it. It’s like I said before; you’re beautiful. Can you blame me for wanting to watch you a bit?”

Even with Kakashi’s sweet words, you can’t help feeling self conscious… But tonight has made you feel a little better. You don’t know how to respond, so instead, you reach for Kakashi’s hand and hold it within your own.

“Why don’t we go shower and change the sheets?” You ask, gesturing to the wet spots on the bed from what the two of you have just done. “We’re kind of a mess.”

“Sure,” Kakashi answers, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. Before he enters the room, he turns to look at you over his shoulder. “But don’t be surprised if a shower leads to a round two.”

With that, he’s gone into the bathroom, and you can’t help but laugh as you get up and follow after him.

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pupkashi · 1 year

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nap time

pakkun loves spending time with you, kakashi doesn’t mind it one bit

a/n: literally one month late to this request I’m so so so sorry blame midterms plz !!!! i hope you still find your way to this piece and i hope u enjoy !! send in more kakashi requests i love him so bad <3

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warnings: mention of pregnancy, kakashi refers to the reader as mama at one point

“kashi i already told you I’ll be fine on my own” you roll your eyes, one hand in his larger one and the other still running through his silver hair.

your boyfriend can’t help but sigh, the smallest of pouts sitting on his pretty lips. “I’ll just feel more comfortable if one of the ninken are here with you while I’m gone,” you can see the sincerity in his eyes, only pure intention behind his gaze, “I’m gonna be gone for who knows how long and i don’t want anything to happen to you, not when things between us are just starting.”

it’s with a small smile and a dramatically loud sigh that you roll onto your back, “fine fine, don’t have to get so sappy on me copy ninja,” kakashi smiled at your words, rolling over and resting on his forearms, placing a kiss to your cheek before getting out of bed.

you watch him with a smile as he summons his ninken, you expect to see the whole pack but only one appears, pakkun.

“what is it boss?” the deep voice makes your smile grow wider, the dog nods along as kakashi explains to him what’s happening.

“hi pakkun” you wave, the dog lifts his paw slightly and you giggle. kakashi can’t help but stare lovingly at the interaction, his eyes forming into small crescents.

“I’ll summon you again when i leave, got it?” the dog replies in a grunt before disappearing just as fast as he arrived.

kakashi got back into bed with you, opening his arms so you could rest on his chest. it was quiet, the only sounds were a couple birds chirping and the wind rustling the leaves in the trees.

“d’you think he’ll like me?” your eyes were wide as you looked at kakashi, he smiled and kissed your forehead before replying, “he’s gonna love you.”

and so as you closed the door as kakashi left for his mission you turned to the pug, a smile on your face, “do you like doing regular dog things too?” pakkun’s tail wagged involuntary as you showed him a frisbee.

kakashi was gone a week, for him it was a long grueling, terrible week.

pakkun had the best week of his life with you. he’d gone to a lake, played fetch countless of times, got to walk around the village with you, and best of all he got endless cuddles and pats from you.

when your boyfriend returned he was shocked to find pakkun upset at his arrival, already asking when he’d be summoned to protect you again.

and so every other time after that, pakkun was always summoned while kakashi was gone, his little tail wagging as he saw you and practically jumping into your arms when kakashi left.

you loved the little dog so much. you’d even convinced kakashi to let pakkun be the ring bearer at your wedding (it didn’t take much convincing.)

nothing changed when kakashi became the sixth hokage, when he knew he’d have a late night he’d summon pakkun to keep you company.

and so when he learned his wife was pregnant, pakkun became like gum to your side anytime kakashi was gone. you didn’t mind, you loved having him around to keep you company and help you run errands and it gave your husband peace of mind. it was a win-win really.

kakashi never really got to see much of what you two got up to in his absence. during the beginning of your relationship you’d always greet him at the gates of the village. now that he was hokage he’d always come home to you cooking or doing something, pakkun usually just sitting next you.

with a happy sigh kakashi set aside the last of his paperwork for the day, glancing at the clock and smiling when he realized he was done nearly two hours earlier than what he had told you. he quickly grabbed his things and made his way back home, excited to finally be with you again.

the sixth hokage opened the door quietly, slipping his shoes off before his eyes landed on the two figures on the couch. his heart grew in his chest, warmth spreading across his body as a smile found its way onto his lips.

pakkun lay curled up in your lap, your hand resting softly on his back, you’d surely fallen asleep petting him. the two of you were breathing evenly.

kakashi didn’t wanna move, he didn’t even wanna breathe in fear of disturbing the two of you. but alas, pakkun was ninken and his ears twitched as the sound of kakashi’s quiet steps.

“welcome back boss” pakkun sat up, jumping off the couch and stretching with a big yawn, shaking before sitting in front of kakashi.

“i see you’re having a grand time with my wife,” he laughed, pakkun looked back at you before looking at kakashi once more.

“she gave me bacon today, she told me not to tell you but i just can’t keep things from you” kakashi smiled at his words, he couldn’t help but picture his own kid confessing that you’d snuck him an extra cookie after dinner.

“kashi?” you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, you stretched a bit before smiling at your husband, “you’re home early.”

kakashi wasted no time in sitting next to you, placing a kiss to your cheek and resting his much larger hand atop your now growing baby bump. “couldn’t bear to be another second away from the two of you.”

pakkun had found his way to your other side, nuzzling himself under your arm and laying down, a content sigh when you scratched the top of his head.

“pakkun told me you gave him bacon,” your eyes went wide and kakashi laughed, “mama is gonna spoil you rotten isn’t she?” he spoke, bending down a bit to place a soft kiss to your belly.

“as if you won’t!” you retorted, a smile on your face when he blushed deeply, shy giggles leaving his lips. he couldn’t fight back, he knew you were right. instead he placed a kiss onto your forehead before getting up to shower and change.

before he rounded the corner to the restroom he glanced back, smiling as he saw you placing a now napping pakkun onto your lap, continuing to shower him affection.

kakashi couldn’t help but smile at his little family, happiness and love coursing through his veins as pakkun nuzzled up to your baby bump.

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prowlingz · 11 months

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“WRONG PERSON”

(yandere?)Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader

when you accidentally send a raunchy text to your sensei instead of your fling..

-SMUTTTTTTTTTTT- (so 18+ please!)

After spending the whole day talking with Ino and Sakura about how much dick they get, you thought about the last time you got lucky.

By no means was it difficult to string a guy home from some random bar for you, but it wasn’t something you outright sought after.

“We’ll I’m saving myself for Sasuke!” Sakura says, sticking her tongue out at Ino.

“You’re still waiting on that loser? Give it up billboard brow, if he wants anyone - it’ll be me!” She smiles at Sakura.

“And besides, your names are too similar anyways. If it weren’t for his last name, you two could be siblings. Of course, you’d be the ugly one!” Ino says while holding her stomach laughing.

After some more banter, they look up at you. Curious about your “dickstory”, a play on the word “history”.

You smile and say “Well it’s not hard for me to find anyone, but it’s probably not as many people as you think”.

You knew you were attractive, guys told you almost everyday. You didn’t mind them though, as you aren’t a very lustful person, truly minding to yourself and taking pleasure when you want to.

Ino jumps into action “WHO, WHO? Do I know them!? Are they also ninja? How many? How old? How many at one time?!”.

The bombardment of questions makes you giggle. You never knew someone’s sex history could be such an appealing topic, as in your household you were taught that sex is taboo and only for people you truly love. You didn’t follow that rule for long, albeit.

“A few were from some random missions I went on. Not too ma-“ before you could finish your sentence, Sakura said

“Can we guess?”

“What do you mean, guess?” You were confused.

“She means, can we guess who you’ve slept with?” Ino asked with a huge grin.

You thought for a moment. The list isn’t that long, but the people on it are most definitely known to these two. Would it change how they saw them? You thought maybe it wouldn’t be right, as the people you did sleep with didn’t give their consent to their sexual history being stated.

“I’m not sure that’s the right thing to do” you say frowning a bit.

The two girls looked at each other, perplexed how that was a response anyone would give.

“Okay let us guess just THREE and you HAVE to tell us if you have!” They said almost synchronized.

You thought about it. You doubt they’d get all three wrong, but you weren’t going to be happy if they got all three right either. Fuck it. You’d been drinking a bit and the buzz was starting to hit you.

“Fine. Just three.” You said calmly and confidently.

They made the biggest shit faces grin ever and talked amongst themselves.

After about 3 minutes of whispers, giggles, “OMG”s and “no way!”s.. they finally had their three.

“Okay, our first one” Ino says.

You hold your breath. For some reason this is starting to just now hit you, but you don’t want to seem lame and back out now.

“Shikamaru!” They said in synchro.

You burst out in laughter.

“You-you had three minutes and came up with.. Shik-“ you cannot stop laughing.

“SHIKAMARU??” You said at the top of your lungs.

They looked at each other and smiled.

“We just needed a baseline of your standards. You know the guy has had it for you since that damn Genin exam!” Ino said in a fit of laughter.

“I always thought he was gay” you smiled while saying.

“Pshhh, probably is” Ino mocked.

You held your breath, yet again, knowing that their next guess was coming and would probably be correct.

“Okay our next guess is..”

“IRUKA!”

You thought about it. Did it really count as sex? I mean, you both came. He was the first guy that did make you cum.. You thought a bit more. The silence only making Ino and Sakura want to know.

“I mean..” you say, still in thought.

The girls look at each other with mouth wide open and smiling. An eruption of “OMG” and “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT”s came flooding out.

“I guess. It wasn’t really sex though” you were still lost in thought.

“What happened?? Tell us!!” Sakura said.

There wasn’t much to tell them, honestly. You were talking with him one day, friendly, and he invited you over to see his new set up. You went over and it was beautiful, leather sofa with a stunning cherry tree coffee table.

He wanted to show you his bedroom and kept apologizing on how weird he made the comment seem. But you made a sly comment back, something like “I wouldn’t mind if you led me to your bedroom more often”.

And that was really it. You just start kissing and got to his bed, and started touching one another. You could swear that you heard him say “I love you” under his breath as he came, but you were too focused on your own orgasm to care.

After cleaning up, you left.

You tried to explain this to the girls but they wanted more details.

You told them they were wasting their time and better get on with their third person before you just get up and leave.

They pouted.

“Okay,okay. Our third person is…”

“KAKASHI!” Biting their lip as they said it.

Kakashi? You and Sakura’s old sensei? Oh goodness no. You can’t even remember a time that you even slightly hinted at a flirt with Kakashi. Your relationship was very student-teacher respectively.

Now that you’ve grown into a woman with.. curves and breasts, though.. You do think about the even slight possibility of him using you. How his words would sound in the heat of the moment.. how his skin would feel touching you, gliding himself all around you..

You notice yourself trailing off, and not given the girls an answer.

“Hello? Earth to y/n” they say, waving their hands in front of your face.

“Sorry. No. Me and Kakashi never did anything of the sort, or.. even implied so” you said, shutting the girls down immediately.

“I swear that guy is a virg!! I’ve never seen him take any girls around!” Ino says to the both of you.

“Oh, no way. Kakashi is super attractive under his mask, he’s gotta! Or maybe he’s celibate? Hmm..” the two girls thought on it for a moment.

Thoughtful silence fills the air.

“Hey, I’d say you have a pretty good chance, y/n.” Ino says, breaking the silence.

“Yeah! You’re super pretty and if I’m being honest, I’ve caught him staring at you a few times since you’ve become a Jōnin” Sakura states.

You blush. Staring at you? No. You always recognize when men stare at you, even not out of lust. You’re a great ninja, and you would recognize someone staring. Maybe he was using chakra to hide his gaze? Why would he do that? No. Sakura must be mistaken.

All these thoughts ran through your head and you excused yourself as it was well past 2 am.

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Before you knew it, you were home.

You went into your bathroom, washed your face and brushed your teeth. Spitting out the toothpaste from your mouth, you look over at your phone. It buzzes, signaling someone messaged you.

Hayate.

You got excited for a moment, thinking it said “Hatake”. It’s become some sort of thing for you to put peoples contact as their last name. You remember the time you and Hayate shared together though.

The text he sent, though you could only see partial of it through the limited character amount given on the Home Screen, read:

“Hey, was just thinking of you and really think..”. That’s all you could unfortunately read before showing him that you’ve read the message.

After your conversation earlier with the girls, you realize you haven’t had sex in around 7 months.

Damn.

You open the message, now seeing its entirety.

“Hey, was just thinking of you and really think we should see each other again. I know I was just a fling to you but I miss you. Not just your body, but you. Your laugh and face. Everything” the message would’ve been sweet if he didn’t send his dick right after.

It wasn’t a bad dick, but why don’t these men know their dick angles?

It was a photo of himself from his point of view pulling his pants forward to show off his hairy, uncircumcised, hard, veiny cock. He was wearing blue underwear and had black sweat pants on.

Honestly, you probably would’ve ignored the message if you weren’t so horny yourself. “Fuck it. Hayate isn’t a bad looking guy and his dick is pretty satisfying” is all you thought to yourself. You snapped a pic you knew he’d like, it was your hands covering your tits, but still showing most of them off. He loved a bratty tease.

You sent the photo and didn’t think much, waiting for his response.

He responded after about 6 minutes with a video of him.

He was now on his bed, ‘pleasing’ himself. The video was only 32 seconds long, but it was a huge turn on for you.

He started slow, but would buck his hips up for you. His tip was now fully exposed, but his foreskin would still slide up and down it as he went on. His breathing was loud and irregular. He would let out slight groans the faster he went. You could see his dick twitching, just before the video ended.

You took your camera and took a photo of you sitting at the edge of your bed with your thighs touching. Your left hand lay behind you, supporting you up. And your right hand taking the photo. It didn’t show your face in it, only your body. But that was fine. It showed off your tits and beautiful thighs and you knew those were the parts Hayate loved the most.

Before you pressed send, you added a text under it saying “You should come fill me up again”. You bit your lip as you pressed send. You decided to go take a quick shower in preparation for Hayate coming over. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the invite.

Only about two minutes into your shower, you hear your doorbell ring. Hayate lived 25 minutes away walking, you doubt he would’ve used all his energy to get to you that quickly. Although you can’t be too sure.

You finish your shower up before heading to the door in just a towel. Hair wet and all, you open the door.

You’re absolutely shocked to see your sensei standing in front of you.

He smiles, “I think you sent this to the wrong person”.

Your mouth agape, you already know what you sent him.

“I.. I um” the only words you can get out of your mouth.

You don’t even know what to say. You just sent an explicit photo to your sensei.

“I’m so sorry” your eyes still plastered to his phone in front of you. You make your way up his phone to his contact name for you, though. Before he pulled his phone away, you read “Future Hatake❤️” you blushed even harder.

You both stand there in silence. You’re mad at yourself for this foolish mistake.

“May I come in?” Kakashi says, breaking the silence.

You’re confused. Does he want to talk about it? Maybe he wants to know who it was for? All these thoughts flood your mind and he makes his way inside your apartment.

“E-excuse me. I should get dressed” you leave and run into your room. You go through your clothes and decide on a white tank top and sleep shorts. It’s your home after all, and it’s well past your regular sleep schedule.

You come back in and find him sitting at the edge of your couch, legs spread and forearms resting on them. As always, he’s unreadable.

You sit at a chair diagonal to him and keep your head down.

“I.. er.. haven’t seen you in a long time” you say, keeping your head down.

“Hmm” he replies.

You can’t tell if he’s lost in thought, upset, sad or whatever it be.

“Who was the message for?” He finally says.

“It.. it really doesn’t matter.. haha..” you say, trying to escort the tension in the room.

He lets out a sigh, stands up and faces you.

“Tell me” he says. His voice deeper than normal.

You’re confused. It’s been months since you and Kakashi have spoken. Why would he care to show up after a text sent to the wrong person? Why does he care??

A question runs your mind.

“How did you get here so fast?” You ask, blankly looking at him.

He looks at you, no emotion in his face.

“I’m always there for you” he stares at you and says. You’ve heard him say this to you many times in the past. You never really held anything to it though, taking it like a friend would say as support.

“Kakashi. What are you doing here?” You say, with a bit of concern in your voice. You know Kakashi is a lot stronger of a ninja compared to you, and could most definitely toss you around if he wanted.

“I’ve had an eye for you since you’ve become a Jōnin. You’ve grown so much” he says, making his way over towards you.

“Be a good girl and lead us to your bedroom, hmm?” he says in the most.. casual tone.

You can’t deny this was a major turn on. But was this right? He’s like, what? 13 years your senior? 14? 15?! Plus, he was your sensei. He raised you when your parents didn’t. You definitely didn’t see him as a father figure, more like an older brother looking out for you.

Were you really going to let this happen? No. No way. You have to tell him no.

“Kakashi, I ca-“ before you can finish your sentence he picks you up like you’re weightless.

He drags you to your bedroom. Did he guess? Has he been to my apartment before? No, never. How does he just..know?

You wiggle, attempting to break free from his grasp. You’re still not all sure if this is what you want, but your core is aching. It wants him to touch you so bad, especially after Hayate’s video got you pent up.

Your heart is racing. Still writhing in his arms, he brings you to your bedroom.

In your squirming from the previous moments, you had lost your loose fitting sleep shorts. Now just in a white tank top and black laced underwear.

You wonder if you’re dreaming. How is this happening? Why? Why to you?!

He places you on your back, and you sit up on your elbows staring at him. His face is a slight pink, and his breathing is a bit erratic.

He puts his knee between your thighs, separating your legs from touching. You make a small noise when he pushes further into you. Staring at his knee, anticipating his next move. He lets out a slight chuckle.

“You’re so adorable”.

“Huh?” You look back up at him. He takes his hands and removes his band, and then his mask. You’ve seen him once without the mask before, so it wasn’t a total shock seeing his face.

He stares at you, and you just stare blankly back.

He then looks down at your breasts, your nipples are hardened by the sexual tension.

You move your head a bit more down, staring at his manhood. Even when clothed, you can tell it’s big.

You both unclothe one another and before you know it, you’re both making out nude.

Whilst kissing you, Kakashi says “I’ve been needing you for so long. That message sent me over the edge”. He puts his hands all on you, seemingly not knowing where to put them.

While on top of you, he spreads your legs and pulls you closer.

His dick sits right on top of your pubic bone, and down to the bottom of your belly button. You’ve been with a fair share of people, none of them as big as him.

You wiggle, demanding his attention to your dripping core.

“Such a needy whore, does Hayate know you chose me over him tonight?” Kakashi breathes out with a smirk.

Your eyes widen. How did he know you were texting Hayate? Did Hayate tell Kakashi? No. They may know each other but most definitely aren’t friends. How long has he been watching you?!

“Well?” He says, finally moving his cock towards your core. His dripping with precum, which mixes with your juices.

Kakashi runs his cock across your clit causes you to wince.

“I know you haven’t been pleased in quite a bit, y/n. You’re so pathetic, I’ve only been here 20 minutes and I already have your clothes off and cock dripping on your needy hole”.

You have no answer to him. He’s right. You’re a needy, pathetic slut that needs him so badly, and he knows it.

You try and give him the most doe eyes you can and say “Kakashi-sensei.. please use me..” you see his shield of cockiness falter for a moment.

“Oh fuck..” he says looking at your eyes.

You open your mouth to say please.. but before you can, he’s shoved his entire length into you.

You moan so loud, and instinctively go to cover your mouth. He grabs your wrist before you’re successful, and puts both your wrists over you head with just one hand. His other one reaches over for your phone. He unlocks it with your passcode, no way he could’ve guessed it. It’s literally just random numbers “18849”. He’s been watching you like he said..

He begins to pump into you rapidly.

“Oh fuck..ah~” you moan freely.

“Which one of these boys should I call? Hmm? Who should I show you’re being such a naughty whore for?” He says between breaths.

“S-sensei ple..ahh.. please d-don’t!” You can even speak with how rough he’s treating your core.

“I’m calling Hayate”.

“N-nO.. pl-pleasee sensei. I’m-I’m yours and… mmmfffggh.. only yours.. ahh..” you plead with him.

He decides not to call him, instead taking multiple photos and videos of you getting pumped by him.

He cums inside your pussy, letting out multiple groans throughout. You’re a bit disappointed it ended so quickly.. or so you thought. He continues to pump into you even after cumming.

“K-kashi… did.. did you..mmgfff~”

“Y-yeah.. I’ll stop using you when I want. You’re mine” he says with complete lust in his eyes.

He starts going through your phone.

You’re scared. You have texts on there, pretty nasty, to other guys. How will he treat you seeing them?

He shames you by reading them aloud.

“‘I’ll be so good for you master’ you love calling people titles huh? You like calling me sensei, huh?”

“P-pleaseeee…~~” you don’t even know what you were saying please to.

All you can think about is how unfair this all is. Yeah you’ve slept around and sexted men, but you’re sure Kakashi has texted his fair share of women.

“Hmmm… these photos you send them. Never thought your sensei would want to see you like this? All weak and pathetic over his cock”

It didn’t matter what he said. You didn’t know if he was saying it to be mean or horny but it was the truth nonetheless.

“I..ah~.. I don’t know..” you told him.

You came around his length.

“Ah..heh~” he says as he finishes pumping the last of his seed into you.

With the last remaining strength you have, you sit up and watch the sperm drip out of you.

You and Kakashi take a shower together, and you immediately pass out in bed, totally satisfied with your dick appointment.

You wake up to no Kakashi and a barrage of messages from Hayate saying shit like “you totally blue balled me but that’s okay I went out with one of your girls”. You just laughed so hard, you knew Ino would have no interest in Hayate, her standards are way too high. And Sakura was telling the truth most definitely about saving herself for Sasuke.

You went through your camera roll and sent him a video of Kakashi fucking you til your brain was mush and sent it to him.

Kakashi is all you want.

No.

Kakashi is all you need.

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erisdenver · 24 days

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Jiraiya x fem reader!

Got inspired by this picture down here and the kiss from the spiderman movies hehe~ enjoy!

You were in your office working on the paperwork that Tsunade left you, and since she was with Shizune, she left you all her backlog.

"I'm so tired..."

You said yawning, you hadn’t slept for several hours, and it showed since you had dark circles on your face, you stretched out for a second, completely exhausted.

"Hey gorgeous"

A voice said behind you, recognizing it, you turned around and then founded your beloved upside down from the window.

"Jiraiya?"

You went to open the window with a confused look.

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought I’d come visit my beautiful lady"

He said giving you flowers, smiling warmly.

"Oh Jiraiya..."

You took them happily and smelled them.

"They are beautiful"

"Just like you"

At his comment you blushed hiding yourself with your bouquet.

"You can be incredibly romantic when you want uh?"

You said giggling.

"Don’t I deserve a thank-you kiss?"

He asked you with that smirk you loved so much

"Mmm... maybe..."

You pretended to think about it, making Jiraiya laugh.

"Then I’ll go now, I see you’ve got a lot to do and I don’t want to-"

Before Jiraiya could have finished his sentence, you threw yourself on his lips, kissing him passionately while he was still upside down.

When you breaked this kiss, Jiraiya was pleasantly surprised.

"Well... I think I’ll have to bring you flowers more often."

You smiled.

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titanialev · 2 years

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qissu · 2 years

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sUMMARY ▶ Feeling Horny you tie Kakashi to the bed, taking advantage of him

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You enter the room as Kakashi is reading in bed and pounce onto him.

"Well, what do I owe the pleasure to?"

You smirk as you gaze into his eyes. placing yourself on his thighs.

"Do I always need a reason?" You smiled.

You began to strip in front of Kakashi, starting with your shirt. Your breast caught on to them when you lifted it over your head. As your shirt is removed, your breasts bounce.

Kakashi dropped the book right away for he couldn't take his eyes off of them.

“Hey, look up here.” As you smile at his reaction, you make a motion towards your face.

"Wouldn't it be more disrespectful not to stare?" He said in a slick tone.

"I'm just glad my distraction worked." before he could respond you pull out a pair of handcuffs, Your breast press against his face as you cuff him to the bed frame. Through his mask he tugs on your nipple, hardening them.

As you start to pull away, you look down and see some minor bite marks near your nipple.

"I couldn't help myself." He shrugs.

Not wanting him to quickly distract you you lift up, reaching under yourself for his zipper. Circling your finger around his bulge. The closer you moved towards it the more he squirmed under you.

His body ached to be used. You easily slip out of your pants and underwear. Kakashi watches as you do, waiting for the next move.

You sit back down on him, but you make sure your clit was directly on his bulge.

Your eyes gaze back onto him, but this time you grab onto his face, pulling him closer by his cheeks.

"I promise It'll feel good." You said in a hushed. your hands slide down from his cheeks, wrapping onto his neck.

Your hands tighten around his neck as you begin to grind your clit against his bulge. You rest your head on his, keeping your eyes fixed on him.

"D- don't look at me like that." He was becoming flustered.

You could only smile before lowering your head. You begin to do short strokes against his bugle and with every stroke you went deep. You couldn't help but moan out, feeling even more aroused as his bulge harden even more.

Through his underwear you move slightly up, letting the head bury between your folds as you continue.

"J- just put it in," Kakashi said as he moan, with each sound it got caught in his mask.

"Being greedy aren't you?" You question him as you continued.

You jerk his mask down, watching as his mouth hung open. His underwear started to soak as you recklessly grind on the head. You became so focused on the feeling that you wanted to orgasm, but you stop yourself. Knowing that you have all day to orgasm as many times as you please.

"No, don't stop!" Kakashi was on the edge, he thrust his hips up, wanting to feel that same pleasure before it disappeared.

"Oh, did I get you hard?" you remove your hand from his neck, watching as his eyes beg you to fuck him.

"Don't worry, you'll have your fun, but for right now let's focus on my needs." you grin at him as you got up, standing in front of him. You pull his mask back up, pulling his hair back as you hover your folds over his mouth.

While over his face you use two fingers, spreading your folds and exposing your clit, with your clit between your fingers you massage it, letting your head hang backward as your eyes roll.

Before you could orgasm Kakashi bites the inside of your thighs.

"Don't tempt me."

You look down at him smiling. "I couldn't help it."

Before he could speak you abruptly sat on his face, your grip on the bedframe tightened.

As his tongue sticks out against his mask you could feel it gently stroke against your clit. You tighten your legs, locking Kakashi between them.

"I can't cum just yet!" You try to lift up but Kakashi pulls you back down with both hands.

"H- how did you get out!" You look down at him shocked.

"Does that really matter?" He pulled you back onto his face, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he lock them in place.

As your head hung forward you couldn't help but drool as he gently sucked onto your clit through his mask.

"Who told you to stop grinding?" he said.

Knowing that you would orgasm if you did you didn't hesitate.

His tongue quickly shifted away from your clit, and he began licking you from the back to the front, each time reaching your clit as you gave him long, deep strokes on the face.

Again you try to move away but his grip on your thighs tightens. you call out his name as you orgasm, and your clit stutters against his tongue. Feeling slightly sluggish you hold onto the bed frame to hold you up. Kakashi lowered you down. once you were face to face he smiled with his eyes.

Your cum drenched his mask, but it didn't faze him.

"Don't forget my reward." He spoke in a demanding tone.

Kakashi gets on top of you, spreading apart your legs as they jolt against his touch. His gaze focused on your folds as his cock rubs against them, soaking in your cum. he does three light taps against your folds with the head, burying it inside of you.

You grab for the bedsheets, trying your best to grip onto it as he slammed into you. Your body thrust forward with each deep penetration. Through his cock you could feel how desperate he was to be inside of you.

"It isn't fun being on the other side now is it?" His smart remark catches you off guard.

He lowered his face towards yours, quickly pulling his mask down to tug on your bottom lip with his teeth. He soon forces his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss as you moan against his lips. He couldn't help but smile at how much you were enjoying it.

As you feel yourself getting close to another orgasm, your hands move from the bedsheets to his ass, burying your nails into his skin.

"Doesn't that feel good? Should I go deeper?" He whispered in a hush tone.

You shake your head back and forth, not being able to form any words.

Then, as you both orgasmed, you would move your hands from his ass to encircle his head and pull him in.

Your chest rise and fall as he laid on top of you but not with all his weight.

"That was new." He spoke while out of breath.

You look over at him before laughing.

"I didn't say I didn't like it. I just don't mind trying new things is all."

He goes to plant a kiss on your forward before rolling over to pull you into his arms.

"I love you y/n."

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sunstaar · 2 years

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Hello,

I love your writing style, and I would like to propose a writing idea of Kakashi x civilian reader. I dont know how requests work but here we go. :)

The civilian is a doctor in psychology, specialised in childhood traumas. She is a foreigner, came in to practice in Konoha, and opened her own practice. She is beautiful and intelligent, and would make any men fall in love with her,including our beloved Kashi. However,he was sooo shy to talk with her and would get nervous in her presence. He might experience love, a feeling strange to him. Sakura, works as her assistant and is fascinated by her knowledge and she sensed that Kashi is interested in her so she acted as the cupid to get them together👀💃🏼

My inspiration for the reader comes from 'Dr. Shanon Curry from Johnny Depps trial lol :))'

Thank youu🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️🙏

Thank you so much for requesting! You are my first request, so I hope that I am doing this right :) I tried to make the reader as close to Dr. Curry as I could, based on the snippets I watched of her during the trial (Honestly, I'm not sure though if I got her personality down). I hope that's still okay! Since you didn't specify a time period, I just assumed that this takes place after the war. Enjoy!

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Hatake Kakashi x fem&civilian!Reader

Word Count: 6,6k

Ao3

Summary: Kakashi can’t help but fall for Konoha’s new childhood trauma specialist and lucky for him, Sakura decides that it is time to play cupid for her sensei and new mentor.

Haruno Sakura was not stupid. No matter how often Ino-pig may have jokingly said that in the pinkette’s presence (and never meant it seriously, she knew as much about their ‘rivalry’), Sakura harbored more intelligence than the majority her peers did. Ever since she began her training under the Godaime Hokage and one of the Legendary Sannin, Senju Tsunade, she had become even more aware that her intelligence was not to be looked down upon. However, that aspect of herself was not what she was the proudest of, rather, it was the emotional intelligence she possessed that brought her the most pride.

While Haruno Sakura was undeniably brilliant, she was also very intuitive for her age. If she had to speculate now where her understanding of others and their feelings had come from, Sakura would first think back to when she had begun working in the Konoha hospital. Within the building with blindingly white walls, understanding how her patients felt was one of her priorities. While they sometimes wouldn’t speak, if they were especially proud and defiant, Sakura always had to know how she should treat the person who saught her out. That meant analyzing everyone down to their tiniest reactions and movement of a muscle.

It had come as no surprise to her that she had the one to been the first to notice their sensei’s unusual behavior. After seven years (and counting) of knowing Hatake Kakashi, Sakura liked to believe that she knew a lot about the man, or at least more than many others did. A majority of the time, he was a walking enigma. With his aloof personality and admirable intellect, the black piece of fabric that kept the lower half of his face hidden from the world, and his drive to succeed, Kakashi was sometimes unreadable, a blank piece of paper per se. Sakura assumed this stemmed from his time in the Anbu, one he had only talked about on the rarest of occasions.

When you had come along, her sensei’s behavior changed drastically. Suddenly, he became readable. Of all things happening, Sakura had not seen such a change coming along. Finding the source of the change had been easy enough as she only had to look for the center of Kakashi’s change in behavior, you.

(To say that a woman of all reasons caused his sudden change surprised Sakura deeply. Besides Hanare, she was pretty sure that she had never seen her sensei talk to a woman if it wasn’t for the sake of the mission.)

That meant in short: her sensei was inexperienced and based on his behavior around you, also both emotionally and socially constipated.

To get him to talk to you for more than a few meek minutes and without stumbling over every other word would be a challenge, so Sakura knew from the moment she saw her sensei practically drool at the sight of you. How he could aid in the winning of a war against a revived man but not talk to a woman, she did not know. Luckily for him, Sakura had assigned herself the position of the cupid that would bring two of her mentors together and hopefully, have them dating in at least a few weeks.

Sakura could understand why her sensei had fallen for you of all people. Undeniably, you, her current mentor and the new psychologist in Konoha were a true sight to behold. Standing at (height), one would think that you would blend in with the civilian population. Yet, with your (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, you instead stood out in the crowds of many. Beautiful and intelligent, that was how Sakura would describe you. It was no wonder her sensei metaphorically lay at your feet, as other men also did.

That gave Sakura more the reason to get you together with Kakashi.

In your life, you needed someone genuine and someone who supported you and your career. From the many talks the two of you had shared during lunch break over a cup of coffee, Sakura was well aware of the fact that finding a suitable partner did not come easy to you. One would think that with men at your feet, you had free choice.

You were a brilliant woman who was in search of a just as brilliant man. She knew that you were looking for someone who matched your intellect, someone with whom you could talk about just anything and could hold intelligent conversations. At the same time, you were also quite the hopeless romantic she noticed. You wanted someone who would love you for who you were, not merely and primarily for your appearance. Luckily for you, Sakura would (again) assign herself to be the cupid that would bring you into a relationship that will make you happy.

Undoubtedly, in Sakura’s mind the two of you, Kakashi and (Name) would be a perfect match. That was if her plan succeeded.

Kakashi felt weird. Unlike when he got sick (a number of times he could count on both of his hands) or got injured on a mission and received a countless amount of wounds all over his body, the feeling he felt now was not unpleasant. Rather, it was the complete opposite of the word. For reasons unknown to him, it felt like there were butterflies roaming around in his stomach.

Despite combing through an obscene amount of medical books, Kakashi could not figure out on his own what exactly was wrong with him. Kakashi would consider himself to be well-versed in many subjects, but medicine was not one he could consider being on that list. There were reasons why Sakura was the one to patch him up after rough missions.

The easiest solution to his persistent problem was to book an appointment with the doctor and explain his problem to a medical professional who would most likely know what to do. Alternatively, he could also ask for Sakura to listen to him and have his overly intuitive students help him. For a few minutes when he felt especially desperate, he had considered both options. In the end, he ended up dropping both of them, considering the prospect to be too mortifying for him.

That meant that now Kakashi was stuck with his stomach feeling weird every time he saw you. It must be a freaky coincidence, of that he was sure. When he was around you, his heartbeat suddenly spiked and his cheeks became warmer, turning a shade of pink underneath the mask he always wore. His most mortifying case of whatever sickness he suffered from had been during a coincidental meeting. You had stepped closer to him, your breath fanning over his mask as you reached out with your hand to rest it over his forehead, staring at him with furrowed brows.

With the most melodic voice, he had ever speak to him you asked, “Are you sick, Kakashi-san?” Your voice sounded like the lullaby he had always yearned to her and one he could hear forever without getting sick of it. Merely the way you stood in front of him had him breathless.

Frantically, Kakashi shook his head. He could not find it within himself to reply verbally, his tongue feeling tied.

You hummed in response, lifting your hand from his forehead to feel your own before returning to rest on his again. “Are you sure that you are okay, you feel a little warm. Maybe you should get that checked out?”

Undeniably, you were a very intelligent woman with an intuition that could barely be matched (according to Sakura’s tellings), but were somehow oblivious to how his thought circuited in your presence. Wasn’t it obvious that he did not feel well? When you touched him, his hands felt sweatier than they did before and his mind turned dizzy.

Most likely due to some illness I caught, Kakashi mused in his thoughts. On the last mission, Tsunade-sama sent me on I must have caught something, probably. That must be it. Maybe body heat triggers it?

If Kakashi’s last assumption was correct (spoiler: it was not), then removing himself from your presence would be the only solution to his problem. Maybe then his body would calm down from the sudden increase in temperature and as a result, he would feel much better again.

To him, it sounded completely plausible in the literal heat of the moment.

Kakashi cleared his throat, taking a step backward from your prying hands. “I-I must apol-logize, (Name)-san. But I still ha-have business elsewhere for t-the day.”

You made him so nervous that he began stuttering and Kakashi could confidently say that he never stuttered … unless he spoke around you. In your presence, it felt like every nerve in his body was lit ablaze, making his skin tingle with your every delicate touch. The effect you had on him undeniable and at the same time, one he had to get away from to keep his dignity.

When you lowered your hand, you almost looked disappointed, but Kakashi was sure that he was imagining that. You had no reason to be disappointed, right?

“Oh, I didn’t mean to take up your time. I’ll get out of your way then.” You said, your voice now missing its previous lull. With your head held high, you rushed past the silver-haired man and disappeared into the growing crowd, nowhere to be found.

Kakashi looked after your retreating figure and held his hand as though to reach for you. Though, when he realized what he was doing, he quickly lowered it again. For an, to him, unexplicable reason, the funny feeling in his stomach subdued once he completely lost sight of your figure. More so, his stomach felt uncomfortably empty and not at all as it did before he saw you. At the same time, he felt bad for lying to you to end the conversation between the two of you. You had looked so excited to talk to him, after all.

With his head hung lower than it did before your coincidental meeting, Kakashi continued his way into the opposite direction of where you went, his mind completely occupied by thoughts of only you.

Sakura had a clear mission and it was not given to her by the Hokage. It felt a little wrong to consider her doings a ‘mission’, but there was not a better word for her current doings: playing cupid. In her mind, she even had already begun to hatch out a mission plan, consisting of a total of four steps that had to be completed as smoothly as possible.

Mission Cupid’s Arrow (to be completed)

Figure out how Kakashi-sensei feels for (Name)-san.(Note: he won’t say it outright, read his body language).

Talk about Kakashi-sensei with (Name)-san, if needed, read her body language.

Following the completion of the previous steps, make plans to set them up on a date.

Kiss kiss kiss!!!

Not that she would ever reveal the existence of the plan to anyone or ever mention it, but Sakura felt quite proud of how she put her mind to the problem she presented herself with.

Luckily for her, completing the first of the four steps had not been easy. It came without much thought that Kakashi-sensei was a difficult target when it came to topics such as feelings, relationships, and similar. Already when she was a Genin, he had been clueless about what to tell her when it came to her crush on Sasuke and preferred to stay out of her love life. It was no wonder to Sakura that he didn’t have an idea of how to lead his own.

Sakura began her mission by inviting her sensei out for a bowl of ramen, ‘to celebrate’, that was how she had put it when he asked her why.

“Celebrate what?” Kakashi had asked, his growing confusion evident.

She let out a faux thoughtful noise, leaning back on her heels as she spoke, “Oh, you know. A lot has happened since the war ended. You are going to be Hokage soon, I’m an assistant now. It would be nice to celebrate that.”

Sadly enough, Kakashi did not buy her explanation that easily. With a raised eyebrow he asked, “Why didn’t you ask Naruto or Sai to come along?”

Bingo. The man just played himself, she thought.

“Because Naruto eats my earned money faster out of my pocket than I earned it.”

The excuse was believable since it really was true. Faintly, she could remember the last time Team Seven had gone out to eat some ramen and how Kakashi had convinced poor Yamato to pay for all of them. While Sai held himself back and eased Yamato’s incoming pain, Naruto meanwhile had taken it as a chance to go all out. Out of Yamato’s mistake, they had all learned.

Kakashi chuckled. “Fair enough.”

That was not when her first step had ended, however. Next, she needed to figure out as much about her sensei’s state of mind toward you as she possibly could, preferably without sending him running before she got enough information.

(Quite frankly, Kakashi was the master in disappearing without a trace. One moment he would be sitting beside her, somehow making his ramen magically vanish without her seeing, and the next the chair beside her would be empty as would be the bowl. By then, he would also have paid for his and her meal, which she always found quite thoughtful.)

If necessary, Sakura was ready to trap the man somewhere to have her mission succeed. She only had his happiness (and also yours) in mind, both of you deserved it in her opinion. Sakura hoped that with each other, you two could find it.

Sakura stirred her chopsticks mindlessly in her ramen, putting on a thoughtful expression before letting out a loud sigh. It immediately caught Kakashi’s attention, who gave her a questioning look.

“Say, sensei, what do you think is the most important thing in a relationship?” As soon as she saw the silver-haired man startle, she backtracked a little. “I mean, with everyone beginning to date, I’ve just been wondering what I am looking for and … I don’t know.”

Kakashi hesitated in his reply, “Are you talking about Sasuke?”

The topic of Sasuke was a delicate one to breach, especially for Sakura. It was why she sucked in a breath at the mere mention of the last Uchiha’s name. While that reaction came in subconsciously and not on purpose at all, it brought the conversation along.

Her sensei cleared his throat, the discomfort between them slowly growing. “I don’t know what to tell you Sakura …” He easily trailed off, pinching his nose.

His frustration was rolling off of him in waves and that was the moment Sakura had to strike. “Sensei, just be honest with me. Please.”

“Trust. I think that trust is an important thing. You have to be there for the other person and believe in them unconditionally. Trust them to …” ‘not leave you’. The words hung in the air, he did not even need to speak them. “You have to be honest with each other, about what you want and who you are, communicate. To be in a relationship means to be able to rely on each other and be there for one another. That is what matters.”

Time to be honest, Sakura did not think that her sensei had it in him to speak such words. In a sense, they did not only aid her with her secret mission but also struck a certain chord within her, so she wouldn’t forget what he said. Unsurprisingly, he was right with what he was saying.

(At the same time, Sakura couldn’t help but wonder if his addiction of Icha Icha influenced his ideals. It was a possibility.)

Sakura smiled at the man, knowing what it took for him to actually talk about his feelings, especially when it came to things like romance. “Thank you, sensei. This means a lot to me.”

Awkwardly, he rubbed the back of his head and smiled with his eyes closed.

For a moment, Sakura smiled brightly at her sensei, delighted that her mission was going well. That was at least until her green eyes fixated on the now-empty bowl that sat in front of her sensei. “You finished eating already?!” She screeched out.

“I did,” Kakashi confirmed with a regained nonchalance. “Why do you look so surprised, Sakura?”

No matter how much she planned ahead and thought that she was ahead of him, Kakashi always beat her by several steps.

“Huh?!”

Sakura couldn’t believe it! Underneath the table, she clenched her fists together to keep the quiet ‘Cha!’ from pushing past her lips. The pinkette would not give in that easily, she would not be defeated by a man over a decade her senior, who was so socially inept. It’d be ridiculous if he could just-

-with a poof, Kakashi disappeared from right beside her and Sakura could only stare in disbelief, her mouth falling open in shock.

“That bastard!” And with that, Sakura slammed her hand onto the table.

Little did Sakura know that the real challenge was yet to come.

You in comparison to her sensei were an absolute nightmare to figure out. Sakura should have expected it (really, she should have) that a psychologist was not an easy person to either read or figure out without the person willingly revealing information about themselves. Your profession was literally focused on knowing others' emotions and controlling your own, so it was no wonder that the questions Sakura thought were sly weren’t so sly at all.

She should have seen it coming, but stupidly enough, she didn’t. When she had asked you more non-work-related questions, it should have been obvious to her that you would become suspicious at the sudden onslaught.

“What’s this about all of a sudden?” You laughed, practically looking right into Sakura's soul. She knew that she was being watched carefully. “What’s with all the questions?”

Sakura had been able to shake you off of her trail, somehow. She herself was rather unsure of how she had managed to stop the reverse psychology and your onslaught of questions, but somehow she did. However, it was more likely that you let her off of the hook.

Unfortunately for you, that made Sakura even more determined to find a crack in your professional mindset, no matter how long it would take for her plan to succeed. She was not one to give up easily, after all.

Something was on Sakura’s mind, that much was obvious to you. Throughout the few hours that the two of you had been working together, it was obvious that the girl’s thoughts were somewhere beyond work. If she had a pencil in her hand, she would mindlessly drum it against the clipboard that she held in her other hand. When you asked her to write something down for you, whether it was reminders of lessons you two had to go over again or appointments you had to check, Sakura would make more spelling mistakes than she ever did before.

For some reason, your favorite (and only) assistant was distracted and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. The right time to do so would be the upcoming lunch break for the two of you, something you had been looking forward to since your third appointment of the day.

Your last patient before lunch break was a young boy of ten years. It broke your heart time and time again to see the young children come to your, to have their parent(s) or caretakers drop them off at your practice, and pick them up again later. No child of any age should be recquired to see a trauma specialist.

When the Fourth Shinobi War rolled around, everything had changed from one to another. Back in your homeland in Sunagakure, you did not have many patients to attend to. Due to the vast population of the smallest of the five Kage villages, your amount of patients was minuscule in comparison to the influx you were experiencing in Konoha. Save for the attack of Akatsuki years back and the murder of your Kazekage, there had not been much that drove patients into your practice, especially not young ones.

Following the end of the war, you had decided to take your practice elsewhere. It had been a suggestion of your young Kazekage, a charming boy by the name of Gaara, whose psychologist you had been for a short duration of his childhood. To strengthen the connection between the two villages, medical professionals of all kinds were sent to different villages to keep the exchange of information constant.

Whether it was a stroke of luck or else for you to be chosen, you could not exactly tell. The whispers following the selection had not been hushed. Conversations of nepotism and favoritism had reached your ears before you left, making you even more eager for your departure.

And now, now you were here in Konoha with an assistant who was obviously distracted. You could understand why that was the case. The profession of your and now also Sakura’s choosing carried many burdens with it, but you chose to bear the weight on your shoulders for the sake of others. No matter how heavy, you couldn’t just give in to it. The children needed you, after all. You couldn’t let them down, that wouldn’t align with your conscious. That was also why you needed Sakura at her full concentration, to avoid you in your mission to hopefully help these children.

Since lunch break rolled around, you decided that it would be the perfect time to have a conversation about what was bothering the pinkette.

Watching your assistant, you let out a small sigh and leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s on your mind, Sakura-chan?”

She did not answer immediately and instead bit her lip, falling into deeper thought. You were pretty sure that she did not even hear you speak, never mind asking her a question.

“Sakura?”

In her seat, Sakura was visibly startled by your voice. “Oh! Sorry (Name)-san, I didn’t mean to get distracted.”

Another thing you liked about her was her good manners. She was always one to apologize for something that could happen to anyone, you found that to be quite endearing.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head at the dazzled expression your assistant wore. “Don’t worry too much about it, Sakura-chan. We all get a little distracted sometimes. Now tell me, what’s on your mind that bugs you so much?��

Sakura let out a groan, tilting her head back in a gesture of annoyance. “Was I that noticeable?”

You pretended to think about it before replying, “Yes. Couldn’t even not see that if I tried.”

She let out yet another groan and buried her face in her hands, obviously embarrassed.

You went to comfort her by placing a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it once softly with a reassuring smile. “It happens to the best of us,” You laughed, faintly remembering doing the same as her. “but seriously, what’s got you so unfocused? This isn’t like you.”

Sakura took a deep breath and removed her face from her hand, sitting up straight in her seat again. It was now or never. She did not even have to will a flush to her cheeks as it came along with her embarrassment about being caught slacking.

“Well, (Name)-san, I was just, uh, thinking about … whatitwouldbeliketobeinarelationship.”

Confused, you blinked at her. “Can you repeat that? I don’t think I understood.”

“I said that I was thinking about whatitwouldbeliketobeinarelationship.”

Now it was getting a tad bit ridiculous.

“Sakura. Focus.”

“Right, sorry,” Again, Sakura straightened in her seat. She rubbed her neck, obviously embaressed. “It’s a bit embarrassing … during work, I know I shouldn’t think about non-work-related things, but (Name)-san, I just- I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to be in a relationship.”

That was random, you thought.

“Oh?” You were unsure of what to say. “Is it about that boy … what was his name again? Sasuke, right?”

You could see Sakura visibly cringe at the name and draw in a sharp breath before nodding. “Yes.”

There wasn’t a lot that you knew about the last of the Uchiha, Sasuke, but what you knew was enough. He was a boy your young assistant had a crush on since an early age (the academy, you believe) and someone she held close to her heart. About him, she had told you a few things and hesitated time and time again to speak his name aloud, only referring to him by his pronouns. It was evident that she had a difficult time dealing with his departure.

“I was just thinking about if one day, I might find someone to love, someone who loves me and be in a relationship. It’s a silly thought, I should focus on other things but I just can’t help it,” Sakura let out a laugh, one that sounded more self-loathing than anything else. Then, she looked straight at you. “What about you (Name)-san, do you have someone?”

“No,” You told her. “I don’t.”

“No offense, (Name)-san. But why is that?” Sakura asked, brows furrowed. “You are very beautiful and many others would agree with that. You must have many men practically laying at your feet.”

You found the fact that you had no significant life partner to be rather disappointing, maddening even. It wasn’t that you weren’t aware of the fact that there was an effect you had on men, because you were. You knew that you were a desirable woman, based on the fact that countless men had asked you out on dates already.

“I haven’t found the one for me yet.” You answered truthfully as you found no need to lie to her.

“‘The one’, who would be that for you?”

“A genuine man,” That is who you were looking for, your ideal partner. “Someone who looks past my appearance and puts in some effort to go on a date with me and that not to brag about it later to his friends. Someone trustworthy, someone honest, and someone I could talk to freely, without having to dumb myself done as we talk.”

The minuscule smirk tugging at Sakura’s lips confused you greatly, yet you let it slide, thinking that maybe you confused it with a smile. “You will find someone like that, don’t worry too much, (Name)-san.” Confidence in her words practically oozed off of them.

She made you wonder … “And how can you be so sure of that, Sakura-chan?”

Sakura grinned at you. “There are plenty of men that fit your description!”

“Such as …?” Admittedly, during your description, there was one man you could think of who matched it, who was a carbon copy of it, and yet you would not dare to utter his name in her presence. It was like wishful thinking to fantasize about a man such as him, to think of him as a suitor while he was practically untouchable for someone like you. A war hero and a psychologist were not on the same level, not even in the same field, and yet …

“My sensei Kakashi, for example!”

Your eyes widened drastically to resemble the ones of a doe. How did she hit the nail right on the head?

“Excuse me?!” You blurted out, panic invading your way of speaking. Your cheeks took on a light dusting of color, feeling warmer than they did before your conversation.

“You look flustered, (Name)-san,” Sakura leaned closer to you with a teasing smirk playing on her lips. “Is something the matter?”

You swallowed harshly to control your emotions. She was right, you really were flustered and you had to get yourself back under your own control. A few breaths later and you did not feel as light-headed anymore and leaned back in your chair to distance yourself from the noise pinkette.

Now was your time to strike back against her. “The thing that is the matter is that my lovely assistant is spending her time finding potential suitors for me instead of learning.”

That seemed to do the job as Sakura froze in her position, the smirk falling off of her pretty lips.

It was your time to be the one smirking. Quickly, you glanced over at the clock hanging in the doorway, almost signaling the end of your shared lunch break. “I liked the talk we had, really, I did, Sakura-chan. Now, however, it is time for us to resume our work.” You stood up and packed your bento lunch up, making sure not to leave anything behind.

With a heavy sigh and growling stomach, Sakura hurried after you.

Despite the horrendous turns her conversations with the two of you took, Sakura’s plan was perfectly set into motion. Not only did she manage to gather information about the two of you, but was now also able to judge whether you two would fit together or not. Intuitively, she came to the conclusion that her two mentors would do another well and be a good match, they just hadn’t realized that yet. That was what she was there for.

It was time to initiate step three of her ultra-secret mission.

“Come on, (Name)-san!” Sakura practically whined as she stood before you. “How can you just say ‘no’ to me?”

You had crossed your arms over your chest and looked at your assistant with a raised brow. “Easy as that: no.”

Sakura’s whining came to a sudden stop and she deadpanned, “Really?”

Admittedly, she had underestimated not only you but also your iron will deeply. Because of her miscalculation when it came to you, her plan was about to crumble right before her eyes if she could not stop that from happening.

“Listen, Sakura-chan, I appreciate the invite to go out to dinner together, but I must decline. How are you so sure that I do not have plans for myself this evening?”

The only thing that saved her right now was her crystal clear of a conversation you two had last week. “Because last week you said that this week you don’t have any plans and will only relax during your free time.”

Your mouth opened and your lips formed to imitate the letter o as you stared at her, saying nothing. A few times, you blinked, as though you were remembering the same thing she was remembering. Then, you lifted your hands in mock defeat.

“Alright, you got me,” You sighed and admitted with reluctance, “I’m not busy tonight.”

Excitedly, Sakura clapped her hands together. “Great! Congratulations, (Name)-san, I’ll make sure you are busy tonight, then.”

While trying to convince you, Sakura came to realize that you and her sensei had a few similar mannerisms, such as persistent doubt when it came to her intent.

“Again? But you have just invited me to dinner last week?” Kakashi asked, standing before her almost as a mirror image as you did an hour before.

If everything worked as intended, Sakura either created the best match ever (take that, Ino-pig!) or a double-edged sword.

“And?”

“And what?”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“You cannot buy me dinner every week, Sakura. It’s a bit much.”

“Can’t I spend some time with my sensei?” Sakura could see that he was becoming suspicious of her and that was not a good sign, not at all.

Kakashi appeared to be thinking carefully about his next words and that made her quite nervous. The feeling that welled up in Sakura was beyond nerve-wrecking.

“Sakura, I appreciate your kindness, but-”

She would not let him ruin her plans. “-What’s keeping you from just agreeing?”

He made an unintelligible sound from the back of his throat.

“Seriously, sensei, I know you aren’t required to do so, but when do you ever spend time with us? In a few months, you are going to be Hokage and then probably too busy to see anyone of us …” While on one hand Sakura really did want to spend some time with her old team again, almost all of them together if possible, on the other hand, she also wanted for both of you to be happy. So, she had to bare out her feelings and push them aside all at once.

“Sakura …” He was at a loss for words.

“Please?”

Underneath his mask, Kakashi bit his lip in thought before letting out a sigh. “Alright, but just this once.”

Sakura could not be happier.

Guilt was gnawing at Kakashi. His student’s words rang true because he did indeed not spend much time with them, especially following the end of the war. There had simply been too much for all of them to do, individual missions, the occasional life-threatening occurrence, and his training to become the next Hokage of Konohagakure.

There was no better time than now, he supposed.

Sakura had told him to meet her at seven pm at Ichiraku and for the first time in forever, Kakashi put in an effort to only be fashionably late instead of leaving his students to wait for over an hour. Just this once, he could do them the favor (but only once, they should not get their hopes up, it will not happen another time).

Up ahead illuminated the lights of Ichiraku ramen a figure, one who was tapping her foot against the ground and stood with her hands on her hips, appearing angered even from a distance. Upon coming closer, Kakashi could make out more of the woman’s features, among which were a familiar combination of bubblegum pink hair and green eyes and the angry scowl Sakura wore time and time again when he had been late. With an angry finger, she pointed at him and beckoned over.

(He would never say it aloud, but sometimes his only female student scared him to death. Sakura had an aura similar to that of her mentor, Tsunade, and one that had him internally cowering in fear. That was exactly why he quickened his pace to an extent that it would not be too noticeable.)

“You’re late,” This Was the first thing that Sakura said to him when he stopped before her. Her anger was obvious and so was the tension in her jaw. “but lucky for you, I expected you to be, so our guest did not have to wait for long.”

Our guest? Kakashi could only tilt his head in confusion, the gears in his mind turning in search for a detail he might have missed. Yet, he could not remember the information that seemed to have gone past his head.

The curtain protecting the privacy of those who dined in Ichirakus was pulled open and Kakashi swore that he could hear his heart stop. There was you, in person, sharing the same air as him.

In the most melodic voice, you addressed your assistant. “Sakura, who are you talking to- oh.” Then, you spotted him and your eyes widened.

Kakashi was pretty sure that time seemed to slow down to almost no movement in your presence. In the light of the streetlamps, you looked like an angel sent from the heavens above, an ethereal figure stemming from the myths of the gods. You were the most beautiful woman to have walked earth, he decided right then and there. Only his mask could hide his dazzled expression and the rising flush of his cheeks.

When you stepped closer, his last brain cell evaporated. “Kakashi-san? Are you alright? You look a bit pale.” The way you titled your head to look at him had him fixated and stole away his breath.

“I-I’m f-fine.” He managed to stutter out, too lost in your e/c staring at him to focus properly. Inwardly, he let out a groan at how the situation was turning out for him.

Immediately upon hearing that, a smile graced your angelic features as you looked at him. “I’m glad to hear that, Kakashi-san,” Then you turned on your heel with a glare sitting on your face to scold a certain pinkette. “Now let’s get to you, Sakura-chan. What do you think are you doing?”

At the tone, you used with her (reminiscent of the one of a scolding mother), Kakashi would have thought that by now your shared student would cower away in fear or at least show some regret, but instead, Sakura smirked of all things.

“Quite frankly, both of you are helpless when it comes to love and kami, I can’t keep watching you squirm around. It’s so obvious that the two of you are made for each other and fit well together and what do you do? You squirm around one another, seriously? I refuse to let this go on any longer and watch you two waste the opportunities you can have now! So stop acting like love-sick teenagers and man up and go on a date!”

Both Kakashi and yourself suddenly felt as though you were ablaze at the mention of the last word, both of you unsure of what to say.

Sakura decided to deliever the last blow she had in her arsenal. “No offence, Kakashi-sensei, (Name)-san, but it was getting really sad watching you two. I just had to do something. I hope neither of you will haunt me forever for this. See you tomorrow! Enjoy your date!” Before either of you could get a word in, the pinkette sprinted for her life as for away from you as she could, not even stopping once.

Between the two of you reigned a comfortable silence, one that you decided to break by clearing your throat. “Well, Kakashi-san, that just leaves the two of us,” You turned to face the flustered silver-haired, smiling at him so brightly. “How about we eat some ramen together since we are already here. What do you say?”

Kakashi swallowed harshly. “L-like on a d-date?”

To be reduced to such a stuttering idiot in front of you of all people was absolutely mortifying for the silver-haired Shinobi. For Kami’s sake, he was a war hero, the warrior of the Sharingan and the Copy-Cat-Nin, and yet, in front of you, he was merely Kakashi, a man who had to grow too fast. Nobody had ever made him feel like he did when with you.

While he didn’t enjoy sweets that much, your smile was the only thing sweet he would want forever in his life. “Yes. ‘Like on a date’, if that is alright with you, Kakashi-san.”

The silver-haired cleared his throat to regain his composure. “You c-can drop t-the honorific, (Name)-s-s-an.”

The giggle you let out was beyond adorable and sent a cupid’s arrow straight to his heart. “Alright then. I will, Kakashi. But I must ask of you to do the same.”

“Yes.”

With a teasing smirk, you leaned closer to him so your breath was almost fanning over his mask. “Yes, who?”

He swallowed thickly. “Yes, (Name).”

“We’re on the same page then,” With a click of your tongue, you again turned on your heel but this time not without taking the silver-haired with you. Your hand felt delicate wrapped around his as you pulled him along, right into the tranquil ramen shop. “Come on, pretty boy, let’s not waste any more time of our date.” Without a moment of hesitation, said pretty boy followed along in your steps, allowing himself to be pulled right into the shop.

(Secretly, Kakashi had always known that there was a reason why out of all of his twerps, Sakura and her metaphorical cupid’s arrow was his favorite.)

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myfantasealife · 2 years

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Kryptonite [NSFW] Kakashi x Fem!Reader

🥀You hate him, but you hate life without him more. What will you do when Kakashi Hatake reappears into your life?🥀

a/n: I wanted to experiment with some darker writing. This read has lots of angst and has some mention of abuse so please do not read if you aren't comfortable with those topics.

I was also thinking of adding on to this story so let me know what you guys think!

warnings: toxic love, some smut, angst, lots of angst, like seriously angsty as fuu, some mention of abuse, nipple sucking, biting, moaning, mdni

"I wish I never fucking met you!" I scream, launching my glass of wine across the room.

Kakashi ducked, letting it slam against the kitchen wall, shattering it into pieces. His eyebrows pulled together, glaring back into my teary eyes approaching me slowly.

"I fucking hate you!" He screams, placing his hand around my neck before slamming me back against the pantry door. His heavy breathing coaxed my skin while his eyes continued to pierce into mine.

"I have never met someone so unbearable, so lost, so... so-" he paused like he just realized what he was doing to me. His eyes widened. I felt his fingers loosening the grip he had around my neck, letting them fall to the side.

He wanted to hate me, to loathe me, but he couldn't. No matter what he tried, tears collected in the corner of his eyes as he watched me lose all the light I had in my eyes.

"Then why the fuck are you here? Why not go? Leave! I don't fucking care anymore!" I plead, feeling the pain in my raspy voice echo throughout my apartment, paralyzing him in place.

A ferocious scream expelled from the depths of his chest before slamming his hand back onto the pantry door, staring deeper into my broken soul. I felt the raging flames in his heart begin to settle when he exhaled deeply, turning himself away from me. My eyes stayed glued on him as he started pacing around my kitchen, rubbing his temples with the pads of his fingers.

This is exactly how I remembered it before. I haven't seen him in months. Even though we have been broken up for a while it was like we were right in the same place again, screaming at each other saying anything to make the other person hurt. But it couldn't be helped.

My heart yearned for Kakashi no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that he wasn't good for me. He was like oxygen to me. Filling me with life when he was around, but soon leaving me breathless when I was without him.

"I can't do that" he said quietly under his breath. He stood facing away from me, refusing to let me see the desperation in his eyes. He always tried to hide his feelings but I knew he cared for me. I knew there was a place he had reserved for me in his heart. A place that he hasn't touched in months.

"You cant do that? You've done it before. What's the difference?!" I could feel the rage I had in my heart thicken while I glared at the back of his unruly silver head.

"I love you..." he mumbled under his breath. "thats why I cant leave."

The blood in my veins begin to boil, ripping through each cell in my body. Pain filled in every inch, overflowing out of my mouth as a chuckle escaped my lips.

"You love me?" I scoffed, letting my hand rub the burning pain I felt around my neck. "You never fucking loved me."

In an instance he turned back to me, planting his palms inches from my head making impact with the pantry door again. Tears started flowing from my eyes like a stream, looking up to the sharp features of his face as he tries to withhold the anger within himself.

"Please... I'm- I'm so sorry y/n..." A tear fell from his eyes onto my cheek like a drop of rain. His silver strands dangled over me, swaying as his muffled breath seeped from the top of his mask.

The silence between us became unbearable. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing themselves into my skin. My mind wandered carelessly, not knowing if I wanted to kiss him or slap him. Almost like the strings in my heart were being tugged in all sorts of directions.

I'm sorry became a phrase I heard too often from his lips. Every one being empty in meaning. But regardless of how much I knew those words meant nothing to him, I forgave him. Every fucking time.

I couldn't do it anymore.

"I don't believe you" I said shakily, clenching my fist like it was holding on to the only string of sanity I had left. I could feel the pieces in my heart break apart like the shattered glass on the floor.

There was nothing more that I wanted than to forgive him and forget all of the pain that lingered in my heart. I became so good at burying it so deep inside that I could almost convince myself it never happened, but over time those roots began to grow, conquering every inch of my life. It felt like I was reaching for a piece of hot coal from a fire, expecting it to burn less every time I tried to pick it up.

My hands grasp onto his collar before pushing him away from me and storming pass him. I didn't make it far before I felt his hand grab onto my wrist, yanking me back towards him. His other hand wrapped around my waist pulling me in closer, letting my heart rest on his chest.

He stayed silent, closing his eyes while his forehead rested against mine. I felt his eyebrows pulled together, as if they were trying to catch any thought he had in his mind to form into words to say.

But he couldn't.

All I could feel was the pain and despair that laid behind those lips.

"Just as I thought." I said under my breath, pushing him away from me again. His tense shoulders slumped over him in defeat, letting his heavy bones paralyze him. I've never seen him give up so easily. He couldnt process anything besides the sounds of my feet tapping against the tile floor as I walk to a drawer in my kitchen, sliding it open to rummage inside.

Kakashi's eyes still couldn't meet mine. His face stayed planted towards the floor, letting the tears in his eyes fall freely to his feet. Seeing him in pain was something that always made my stomach curl into knots. I loved him, I didn't want to be the one to break his heart. But it was my turn to be on the other side. It was my turn to be the one that inflicted the pain. It was miserable. I couldn't help but wonder how he was able to do that to me so many times before.

The rustling noise from my hand stopped, pulling out a diamond ring before slamming it down on top of the counter. It had a small stone with our initials engraved onto the inside of the skinny gold band.

"Take this with you" I demanded with a broken voice. His eyes peeled from the floor to the ring on the counter, exhaling deeply before looking back up to me. I could see the pain physically start to break him like the branches that fell from a tree. It hurt me to watch. I felt like I couldn't breath.

The ring brought back so many memories. Ones that I wished I could live in forever. Remembering the nights he spent in between my legs, making me moan his name while my fingers combed through the locks of his silver hair. Or how I would jump in the bath with him after his missions, taking care of the scrapes and bruises he had patterned all over his body. Even remembering the times he was able to fall asleep because I was there with him, glued onto his chest.

Those memories replayed so vividly in my head. It was perfect. So why? Why couldn't he see that before? I wanted to cry even more but I physically couldn't. Just looking at him was exhausting.

"Don't do this..." He pleaded, glaring into my somber eyes. Silence coated the room, leaving nothing but the sniffling sound of my nose as I try to catch my breath.

He approached me again until his chest was hovering over my forehead. I look away quickly to avoid the eyes I could get lost behind so easily. His breath was touching the top of my head as his hand softly placed itself on my cheek.

"I still want to marry you." He said quietly into my ear before lifting my chin up to face him.

Rage broke through every last barrier I had in my heart as I smack his hand away from my face. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, and I wanted to punch him in the face for repeating those words to me.

A monster was brewing inside me, and all I wanted to do was unleash it onto Kakashi. My eyebrows pull together, glaring at him with such animosity and hatred. Regardless of what intimidating look I tried to give him, his eyes stayed with mine. Almost like he wanted to feel every ounce of pain I had in my heart. Like he wanted to fight the monster he created.

"I am not falling for that anymore Kakashi," I place the ring in his palm, never losing sight of his broken eyes. "No matter what you say, I still don't believe you."

Once those words left my mouth it was like I took the last bit of oxygen he had left in his lungs. He began to weep, falling to his knees in front of me as he held onto my wrists.

It reminded me of the times I pleaded for him, begging him to love me the way I loved him. I would scream, cry, do anything in the world to keep him with me but he always left, leaving me alone in the void of my mind.

"Please! I need you!" He screamed, letting his cries grow heavier.

"You need me? Where were you when I needed you?! I'm done Kakashi" I scoffed, glaring down to his head as he pressed his forehead against my thighs. "How could you look me in my eyes and tell me you still want to marry me? How could you continue to lie to my face after all the things you put me through."

"It was a mistake... I-I swear." He said softly, breathing heavily around my thighs.

"A mistake?! Kakashi you left me at the altar the day we were going to get married. I waited for you at the foot of the chapel the whole night until the sun came up the following day, just hoping that you would come to your senses. But you never did. And if that wasn't enough, I went back to that chapel everyday for a week and waited for you in the same white dress." My voice cracked remembering all of the hurt all over again.

"People ridiculed me, they tried to convince me that I was a fool. But I loved you so much that I chose to ignore them and stand up for you, protecting you from the shame people wanted you to feel. Until the very last second I fought for you. Even when I caught you plunged deep inside some fucking whore, I begged you to stop. I begged you to come back to me. But you laughed in my face before you pushed me out of your apartment, slamming your door in my face."

The silence in the room felt like it was screaming. His guilt was eating him alive preventing him from forming any type of thought.

"I had to watch the person I loved the most erase me from their life and pretend that everything we built together was a lie." my voice continued to weaken as the pain infiltrated every inch of my chest. "All of it wasn't a mistake Kakashi... It was a choice."

His puffy red eyes peered up to mine, desperately looking for any sign of sympathy. His heart was rattling in his chest, trying to find the right words to say to me.

"I was scared y/n. I was scared that if you got too close that you would end up hurt just like everyone else I lost in my life. I was trying to protect you-"

I didnt even let him finish before I pulled him off of me. My raging eyes glaring down to him as I crossed my arms. Even though I was infuriated, deep down I wanted to hold him and tell him that it was all going to be okay but I couldn't. I spent months trying to heal and build back my confidence, only for it to come crashing down the moment I saw him in my door way.

"You've always been scared Kakashi, I knew that about you way before we even said I love you. Even when you tried to push me away I was always there to catch the pieces and put them back together." I could see the muscles in his jaw tense at my words, letting his tears continue to fall from his eyes.

"Kakashi I know you regret everything. I know that you still feel the same pain I do. But I also know that you are only here to mend the ache you have in your heart, hoping that I can make it go away. But I can't do that. I am not that weak person anymore."

The anxiety built up in his chest, making him feel like he couldn't breath. The only sliver of hope he had fell apart in front of him, leaving his heavy heart to slip into the numbness of his mind.

It wasnt till I felt his grip tighten slightly that I realized how hard he was trying to make things right. He inhaled deeply, gathering all the strength he could before he continued.

"I know I hurt you in more ways than I could count. I know I am a shitty person. But I also know that somewhere deep in your heart you were hoping to see me again. Somewhere deep in your soul you knew that your heart belonged to me and that I belonged to you. Thats why you let me in, thats why you held onto the ring, thats why you're still here in front of me." His tone left me paralyzed, watching as he stood up from the floor.

His hand slowly began removing the mask from his face as he got closer. My eyes darted towards his lips, admiring them as they hover over my face. All I could think about was tasting them one more time. Tingles traveled all the way down my spine, filling my stomach with butterflies.

As much as I was trying to deny it, I knew he was right. I still love him. Even after spending months apart, I held onto his ring. His stupid ring that made me smile more than anything in this world. It was the only sign I received that proved his love was real for me, and I held onto it dearly.

His hand reached for my left hand, slowly lifting it up to his chest. His other hand slowly slid the ring back onto my finger before kissing the back of my hand.

I could feel my blood rushing to my cheeks when I saw the ring back on my finger. It almost felt as good as it did the first time. My heart began pounding out of my chest when my eyes lifted to meet his. He was still crying, but not from fear.

But from love.

" I fucking hate you" I wept holding onto his hand even tighter while I lean my head onto his chest. The beating of his heart echoed in my head, turning down the volume from all of my painful thoughts.

His arms wrapped around me bringing me closer as his lips planted firmly against the top of my head. I could hear him sigh in relief the moment he was able to hold me in his arms.

"I know, I hate me too. But I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try to fix the best thing that has ever happened to me." He peeled me away from his chest so that the only thing I could pay attention to was the yearning in his eyes. The corner of his lips curled, filling in the absence I felt inside my heart. "I love you, more than anything in this world. And I am so sorry it took me this long to figure it out. Even if you choose to never speak to me again just know I will fight for you everyday like you fought for me, even if it means I have to fight for the rest of my life."

He pulled me in to him, planting his soft lips onto mine. Fireworks ignited in my heart as the feeling of his tongue found its way into my mouth. My arms found refuge around his neck letting my fingers run though the locks of his hair.

Kissing him felt like home, something I haven't felt in a while. It was like a high that I never wanted to come down from.

His hands traveled from my waist to the the backs of my thighs, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around him. I couldn't control myself. It was like everything melted way at the touch of his lips. Every part of my body ached for him. It felt like fire was burning in the pit of my stomach, burning away at the darkness that surrounded me when I couldn't be with him.

He placed me on top of the counter, letting his bulging erection rest between my legs. My hands curled at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head before tossing it onto the floor. The pads of my fingers caressed his chest, feeling the warmth that radiated from his skin.

Our mouths kept dancing with one another, letting the music from our lips play throughout the room. The tension between us kept heating up, making him rip my shirt off of my body to further press his chest against mine. My breast bulge out of the cups of my bra, hardening the erection he had between my legs.

His lips grazed my face until they met the nape of my neck. His teeth bite on me softly before sucking on my skin. I could feel my walls tighten, like they were desperate to feel him inside. A moan escaped from my tongue causing the corner of his lips curl. It was like music to his ears.

It was a sound he could never get enough of. I know he has slept with plenty of women, but something about the way my lips would sing his name made him absolutely numb. Like he was getting high off of it.

His fingers slide under the straps of my bra, dropping them off of my shoulders. His teeth detached from my skin as his lips grazed down my chest. His right arm reached around to my back, unclasping my bra, watching it as it falls onto my lap. His lips wasted no time, finding their way to my nipples.

My toes curl the moment his teeth bite onto my sensitive bud, gasping from the vibrating wave of arousal that traveled down to my core. My back begins to arch, moaning again at his touch. He peered up to look at me, flashing a sinister smile I knew too well.

It was a smile that always led me into trouble. One that would always leave a scar on my heart. The memories start flooding back into my mind, remembering every time the same troubling smile left me vulnerable and weak. I pushed him away from me, bringing my bra back to my chest, looping the straps back over my shoulder.

How could I be so foolish?

"NO! I told you I am not weak anymore!" I shouted, jumping off the counter. "You can't do this to me any more! I deserve better!"

I bend down to reach for my shirt just before I tried to storm off. He caught me before I could, gripping me around my hips before pulling me back into him. His chest rested against my back making enough room for his erection to rest along my ass. I could feel the tension from his heated breath against my shoulder as his arms wrap tighter around my waist.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He whispered into my ear, letting the silence coat the room once more. "I'll stop. I'll do what ever you need me to do."

I stood in silence in his arms, letting his voice linger in my mind. The desperation in his voice was sincere, making my mind wander at a million miles per hour. He stayed there with me, just breathing in the sweet scent of my floral perfume. I could feel his heart beat against my back, increasing as each second passes by.

"I'm scared Kakashi." I whispered under my breath, looking down to my torn shirt.

He nuzzled his head into my neck as his arms gripped me tighter around my waist. I could feel a tear drip onto my back as he whispered "I know"

Truth be told he was scared too. Not because he was afraid I wouldn’t give him another chance, but because he was afraid he would hurt me all over again. It terrified him.

When Kakashi gets sucked into the infinite darkness that he has in his heart, he loses every sense of control. He starts to lose touch with others, binge on his bad habits, and overall drown in his own depths of hell. Over the years he grew to hate a lot of things but none of them compared to the hate he had for himself.

When he met me it all changed. The agony that haunted him for years disappeared the moment he found me in his arms. Like I was shielding him from the constant pain he felt stabbing through his heart. He felt warmth, comfort, and love.

It was terrifying. What would you do if everyone you ever loved fell to the same fate?

Death.

Sorrow.

Pain.

To him, loving me from far became the only option. He knew that the moment I was no longer able to breath that he would do anything to stop breathing too. He would slip into the darkness and let it control what ever it wanted. It was an unfathomable pain the he would never be able to overcome.

The silence was thick in the kitchen, standing there, letting our beating hearts melt in each others arms.

"Why did you do it?" I asked quietly, listening to his whimpering breath.

He took a long pause, letting his tears drip onto my back, squeezing me harder.

"When I left I thought I was doing the right thing. When things got dark I couldn't control myself and because of that I kept putting you through hell. I found myself lashing out at you and hurting you until you bled. It scared me. After that incident I was trying to find ways to end my life because I couldn't be the person to hurt you anymore. Yet through it all you still found the courage to love me. You were right when you said you deserve better than me." His hands turned me around to face him, watching the tears still fall from his eyes.

"But I was never able fully leave you. I never kept my eyes off of you. I would watch over you while you worked, while you slept, even when you went out with your friends. I was hoping that over time you would heal yourself and move on, but then I realized that it was me who had to heal."

He reached for my hands and raised them above his shoulder, pulling me in closer to his lips. My fingers find their home twirled around the locks of his silver hair. His bulge pressed firmly against my stomach while his hands held me in place.

"No matter what other men had to offer, I knew you were still looking for a piece of me in them."

Everything I did around him was instinctual. My nipples would harden at the sight of his smile, my pussy would throb when he licked those lips. Everything becomes hazy and the only thing I could think about his throbbing length filling me until I'm full.

His hand grasped onto to my hair, pulling it back until I am showing him my neck. I could feel my inner lips become wetter, dampening the center of my thong. I bite onto my bottom lip, electrifying the beast in him. He stared at my skin growing hungrier for the taste of my skin.

His soft kisses traveled from the nape of my neck to my earlobe, sucking on it softly sending goosebumps along my skin. He pulled back slightly with his lips hovering over my earlobe.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to watch you fuck these other men? Knowing that no one can make you feel the way I can. "

His hand slipped under my skirt causing me to gasp. His finger traveled up between my legs until it reached the hem of my underwear. He grazed his finger to the center of my clothes slit, feeling the pool of nectar collecting in my thong.

"I haven't even played with you yet and look at how wet you get for me."

I am whimpering at his touch, feeling myself get wetter by the second. I pullled him into me, letting my tongue slip passed his lips. Heat was traveling through my body at lightning speed, sending shockwaves of arousal to every cell in my body.

I felt the tips of his fingers grip onto me tighter as if he was afraid I would disappear. His groin growing stiffer ever second that he couldn't be inside me.

He moved his finger away from the crevice of my pussy and placed it back on my ass. I could feel him grip me softly when he bites down on my lower lips casing me to moan. My gaze came back to his lustful eyes, losing complete control of my body.

Everything cell in my body wanted to take on more. As much as I wanted to be strong for myself I was weak when it came to Kakashi. He was my kryptonite and I was his. We were like magnets.

Everybody hated that I was with him, but being without him was something that I hated even more. For others he is difficult to understand but for me he made sense. WE made sense.

"Kakashi-" I moaned, begging him to bend me over and fuck me until I could barely walk.

He smiled as he pressed against my lips, feeling his pre-cum coat the tip of his dick. His insatiable hunger for the warmth of my cunt woke up the beast inside him, lifting me up and slamming me back into the pantry door.

His hands reached under my skirt, pulling at the waistband of my thong. The muscles in his body begin to tense up like an animal that is ready to pounce on its prey, but he suddenly pulled himself away.

"I'm sorry," He quickly steps back scratching his scalp with the tips of his fingers. "I-I didnt mean-"

I quickly grab him by his collar, pulling him closer to my lips.

"I need you Kakashi"

His face flushed red, widening his eyes as he looks at his desperate ex. He smiled, wiping away some of the dried tears I have on my face. He lifted me up by my chin, pecking my on the lips before pulling away from me again.

"I promised you I wouldn't" His hands interlocked with my mine, staring passionately into my eyes. "Trust me I would love to feel you cum all over my dick, but you becoming my wife means so much more to me."

He leaned down and kissed me on my forehead before putting his shirt back on. My mouth stayed parted, taken back by Kakashi's actions as he prepares to walk out of the door.

He smiled at me again as he lifted his mask back over his nose. I could feel my cheeks blush, falling back in love with the man I needed the most. It was like a breath of fresh air.

"Kakashi!" I stopped him just before he stepped out of my doorway.

His gaze came back towards me causing my heart to explode out of my chest. I could tell that his eyes weren't as sad as they were before. They were glistening with joy listening to me singing his name.

"Come back to me, okay?" I asked him softly, feeling the butterflies travel to my throat.

His eyes widened with hope and excitement. Like no darkness existed in his heart anymore. Even through his mask I could see that he was smiling from ear to ear. It was enough to make me melt.

"I promise."

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The City That Never Sleeps

After a long and weird fight in the outskirts of Konoha, Kakashi finds himself fighting for his life and his students’ s. But as usual, in Kakashi’s life the unexpected could happened and after facing a fear from the past, he has a decision to make. Burn the roots or safe his kids. Choosing is easy, even if everything tuns up in a big blast and in an alley in a city that doesn’t belong to them and it doesn’t seem very friendly. Would Kakashi and his beloved team 7 find somebody who could help? New York can be exiting, but will they be able to make it there?

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Chapter I and II up, in the one that we meet our original character Clementina.

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cake-writes · 4 months

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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 isn’t used to the strange sort of domesticity that comes with being in a... whatever this is. It’s not quite a relationship. A situationship, maybe. He’d say it’s something more than friends-with-benefits, but the two of you aren’t really friends, either.

You come together every now and then. That’s all. Like two passing ships in the night.

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?

Kakashi knows what it’s like trying to play catch-up after some time away from home—two months, in your case. He’d 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.

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.

What the hell is he doing?

He’s getting too attached. That’s what he’s doing.

It’s that time again—time 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 can’t afford to lose anyone else. He can’t get hurt if he never lets anyone in. It’s easier that way.

“I need to schedule my injection,” 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. “We should probably get used to using condoms again until I can book an appointment.”

Your birth control must be overdue, then.

“Sure,” 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.

He should have known then that he was getting too attached.

Still, it’s your body. Whatever you want. He’ll end things in the morning either way.

As Kakashi samples a bit of the soup he’s minding on the stove, pausing for a moment to add a bit more salt, it suddenly sinks in – really sinks in – what could happen if the two of you aren’t careful.

He could get you pregnant.

A jolt of arousal shoots through him.

Kakashi doesn’t want children, not now, not ever, which is why it doesn’t 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 conjures—you bent over for him, begging him to give you a baby, your pretty yukata hiked up around your waist…

His clan crest embroidered on the back of it.

Kakashi swears. Loudly.

You startle, looking over at him in alarm. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he lies. Then he proceeds to play it off like he burned himself, but he isn’t fine. No, that single thought, that single fantasy, scares the complete and utter shit out of him—but it turns him on even more, and that’s so much worse.

He’s already too attached. Way too fucking attached.

—

Kakashi doesn’t do feelings. He has them, of course, much like any other person, but he doesn’t let them show very often, and he certainly doesn’t talk about them. He won’t say in so many words that he cares; instead, he shows you through his actions alone.

His knees brush the underside of your thighs as he settles between your legs, bracing himself with one hand beside your head.

What a vision you make, spread out for him like this.

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 isn’t romantic in the least, but he can’t help thinking that you’ve never looked more beautiful than in this moment—maybe because it’s the last time he’ll ever get to see you like this.

The sight of you, so needy and wanting, fills his chest with something bittersweet.

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.

“You should wear a condom,” 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.

“Mm. Do you want me to?”

His question hangs heavy in the air.

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.

You want to say no, he realises.

He wants you to say no.

“I like it better without,” you answer quietly, and the implication isn’t lost on him. Not when you look up at him with those big doe eyes, like you don’t know the risk.

Because there is a risk, and he knows it. Kakashi hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it all night—wicked thoughts, terrible thoughts—thoughts 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.

His.

Against his better judgement, Kakashi does exactly what he shouldn’t do.

He agrees.

“Just this once.”

Just like he says every other time—except 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.

He kisses you like he means it—and he does. That’s why he needs to go.

As his tongue twines with yours, Kakashi fills you in a slow, beautiful glide that wrenches a whimper from your throat.

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 isn’t exactly small, after all, but you take him so well.

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. “Is this okay?” Kakashi asks, voice low, only to be rewarded with a particularly strong contraction that makes his toes curl.

“More than okay,” you sigh.

As a test, he shifts his hips. When Kakashi hears your breath hitch, he knows that you can handle more.

He starts slow, rocking into you sensually, but he already knows that he isn’t going to last. It’s been just as long for him, and you’re tighter than you’ve ever been.

“God, Kakashi, you feel so good.”

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.

He needs to pace himself, or he’ll finish too soon—but 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 he’s tempted to have another taste.

Later.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs into your ear. “Did you miss me that much?”

Maybe he’s reassurance-seeking – just a little – but your answering whine tells him what he already knows.

He’ll miss this. He’ll miss you. That’s why he needs to go.

“Stay with me,” you rasp. You’ve always been good at noticing when he’s stuck in his head, but right now, Kakashi can’t help but wonder if you’ve just read his thoughts. You see through him so easily. It’s one of the things he likes about you.

“Sorry,” 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 higher—an offering, one he’s more than happy to accept, even if he doesn’t plan to reciprocate.

It’s selfish, he knows.

The new angle does something to him, or maybe it’s 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 it’ll take.

He wants it to take.

Kakashi exhales a long, shaky breath. He shouldn’t want that as much as he does. He shouldn’t want it at all.

“Close?”

Yes, but he’s not going to tell you that. Kakashi pulls back to look at you, only to find you gazing up at him like he’s hung the moon. It makes his heart ache.

He stamps it down.

“I could be,” he teases lightly—a non-answer. “Are you?”

When you open your mouth to respond, however, he snaps his hips forward suddenly to make you trip over your words. “I— shit,” you swear, and his eyes shine with silent laughter. Your own narrow playfully as you add, “I could be too, if you keep that up.”

“Really?”

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.

It’s cute, the frown you give him, the pout he sees beginning to form.

“Don’t be mean,” you tell him sulkily.

His lips tug up at the corners, revealing a hint of prominent canine. “Maa, I didn’t realise you were in a rush,” Kakashi drawls. “And here I wanted to take my time with you.”

Before you can read too much into what he’s 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 this—especially when he starts to fuck you in earnest, prompting you to fling your arms around his shoulders.

“F-Fuck, Kakashi, oh my god—”

“That’s it,” he encourages gently. “Hold onto me.” 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 can’t quite shake—something warm and gooey and affectionate.

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 he’s always refused to name.

He likes seeing the marks he’s left on you. He wants them to mean something. He wants them to mean that you’re his.

He’s too attached.

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.

It doesn’t last long. He’s too worked up.

Kakashi knows he’ll come before you do if he continues like this, but when he tries to slow down, you dig your heels insistently into his ass.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please—”

“I’ll have to pull out soon,” 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.

“Come inside me,” you whine, your breath fanning hot over the shell of his ear.

His thoughts screech to a halt. You want him to come inside you, knock you up—

“Fuck,” 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.

If he moves right now, he’s done for.

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 he’s closer. His breaths come out in short, sharp pants as he tries to hold himself together.

You finish first. Always.

“Don’t be mean,” you say again, but you sound a little more petulant this time.

Kakashi lets out an exhausted sort of laugh and presses a wet smack of a kiss just beneath your ear, making you giggle. “You like it when I’m mean.”

“I like it when you’re nice,” you clap back, voice breathy.

Kakashi hums knowingly. “All right. I can be nice.”

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 nipple—

“Come on,” you whine, digging your heels into his ass a second time.

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 like—the way he remembers you like, because he’s too fucking attached. And sure enough, when your hips buck from the added sensation, he knows that it’s working for you.

“If you—If you edge me again, I swear to god—”

Upon hearing the indignation in your voice, Kakashi laughs softly. “I won’t.”

Then he remembers that he won’t have a chance to edge you again. Not after tonight.

His jaw tenses at the reminder.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you gasp, holding onto him, needing him, which pulls him right back into the present. “Come with me. Please?”

Kakashi bites back a groan and slides in deeper, readying to do what his body craves.

No. He can’t come with you. He’d have to finish inside in order for that to happen.

And just like that, he’s back to teetering on the edge. The filth his mind conjures nearly proves to be his undoing—a 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 it’s starting to feel more like a guarantee.

Get her there, then pull out.

Kakashi repeats those words in his head like a mantra, over and over, like it’ll ensure that he lasts, and it works—at 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.

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.

“Right there, Kakashi, right fucking there—”

Right there, so deep within you that if he came right now—

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 shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does, yet he fucks into you with purpose, now—hard, deep, powerful thrusts that knock your headboard into the wall.

Kakashi knows exactly what that purpose is. The primal part of his brain won’t let him forget it.

“Yes, just like that, fuck me, make me fucking yours—”

He kisses you to shut you up, because if he hears another syllable, he’s sure to fill you to the brim. It’s 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.

Get her there, then pull out.

Get her there, then—

You jerk your head away to gulp in a breath of fresh air, chest heaving from exertion, and Kakashi’s 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.

Seeing your muscles tense and strain as you struggle to keep your eyes on his is one of the most intimate things he’s ever experienced.

“Come inside me,” you beg, and he can hear the desperation there, see it written all over your pretty face. “I need it, I fucking need it, Kakashi, give me your cum—”

“I’ll give it to you,” he chokes out. Anything for you. Anything you want.

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.

He can’t pull out. Not now. Not when you’re so willing to milk him dry.

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.

It feels good. It feels right.

He’s too attached.

He doesn’t care.

As he comes down from his high, all Kakashi can think about is how fucking risky it is, what he’s just done, which only ruins him more when the post-orgasm clarity finally hits.

Why the hell did he do that?

What the hell did he do?

Your thighs tremble and shake, a sign that he’s done his job well, though he feels no pride in it—just a growing sense of panic.

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.

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.

“Did I— Shit,” he quickly pulls out to check on you, more attentive than he’s ever been, “Did I hurt you?”

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s 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. That’s what usually tends to happen.

“No,” you sniffle. “I’m fine. I just... I really missed you.”

Fuck. Don’t say that. You’ll make him want to stay.

His eyes soften as they trail over your features – the colour of your irises, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips – and he gently smooths your tears away with the backs of his fingers. “I didn’t hurt you?”

You shake your head and offer him a watery smile. “I also came really, really hard,” you add matter-of-factly, and he huffs out a relieved laugh. It’s hormonal, then. “They’re happy tears, Kakashi. Calm down.”

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.

They’re happy tears, you said.

You’re happy with him.

He’s happy with you, too. He doesn’t want to go.

You frown, then, and lean up onto your elbows to look at him more closely. “What’s wrong?”

Kakashi can’t 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 can’t explain.

“I was just...” Happy, for a moment. Happy to be with you. “Worried,” he finishes lamely. He can’t look at you, not when he feels the heat of a blush creeping up his neck.

You laugh and turn him back towards you, gently cupping the side of his face. “Okay. Well, I’m fine,” you pat his cheek in playful reprimand, “but I am leaking all over my clean sheets, and it’s your fault, so...”

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.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he says hoarsely, transfixed by the sight.

He wants to do it again.

He shouldn’t want to do it again. He feels fucking crazy for having done it once already, when the two of you aren’t even in a relationship, let alone in any way prepared for a child. But again? A second time? He’d have to be certifiably insane.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him, and Kakashi wonders how the hell you can possibly be taking it so in stride. He came a lot. There’s so much of it dripping out onto the sheets that it’s starting to create a small puddle under your ass, and there’s even more inside of you—a lot more, judging by how hard he came.

It might take. It might seriously take, and you think it’s fine?

“You’re doing it again,” you tell him, and his eyes snap back up to yours. He’s in his head again, you mean. Then you chew your lip for a moment, hesitation evident, before you ask carefully, “You’ve been acting a little… off tonight. Is everything okay?”

Every single one of his instincts is telling him to run. That’s where this conversation always leads, but he’s not ready for it. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

He swallows thickly. “I’m fine.”

When you frown at him, skeptical, Kakashi shifts uncomfortably under your gaze.

“Okay. I won’t pry. But, um, I’m here. You know. If you ever need to talk.” You say it a little awkwardly, like you aren’t sure if he’d be offended by the suggestion, and the worried crease between your brows only grows at whatever you see in his expression. “Or... Or not.”

You laugh nervously, then, and shift away from him, only to wrinkle your nose when more of his cum oozes out of you.

It’s cute. You’re cute.

“You said it’s fine. Why?” The question leaves him before he even thinks it through, but it’s too late, now.

“What?”

This wasn’t the first time he’s come inside of you, not by a long shot, but it’s certainly the riskiest. “I finished inside. Why aren’t you more upset?”

“What do you mean? You finish inside me all the—” Then you stop, and your brows shoot straight up onto your forehead. “Wait, is this because of my birth control?”

“Well, it’s overdue, isn’t it?”

You stare at him for a prolonged moment, and he can almost see the gears turning in your head. Then your nostrils flare. “Are you kidding me? You thought my birth control was overdue, and you still—” Scandalised, you slap him on the arm. “Kakashi!”

Oh. Well. It must not be overdue yet, then.

Of course you wouldn’t let him come inside if there was a chance that you might conceive. He’s a fucking idiot.

“That’s so bad! What if you actually got me pregnant?”

A lick of heat shoots up his spine upon hearing you give voice to what’s been on his mind all night. Kakashi stares at you, wide eyed, and blushes all the way to the tips of his ears.

You study his face for a moment, before you purse your lips, looking a little troubled. Or pissed off. He can’t really tell. “I mean... Did you want to get me pregnant?”

“No,” he rushes to say, his cheeks burning hot because yes, he did, but not for real. “No. Not at all. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, and...”

How the hell is he supposed to explain himself? Neither of you are exactly vanilla, you’ve 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.

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, he’d run away as fast as he could.

A sly smile tugs at your lips, then, a knowing smile, and Kakashi quickly averts his eyes to the window, embarrassed.

“You like it, don’t you?” you hum, seductively walking your fingers along his shoulders. “You like the idea of knocking me up.”

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. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” 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. “Then why are you so hard?”

And he is, too. He’s already fully erect and ready for another round, and he knows that there’s 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.

“Because,” he rasps.

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 can’t face you. He’s too embarrassed.

“Because why?” 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, “Because you want to give me a baby?”

A soft sound of approval rips out of his throat, and his cock twitches into your palm. “Don’t—Don’t say that,” he pleads.

“Hm? Why not?”

To hell with it. No sense in hiding it anymore. “Because I might actually do it.”

“Yeah?” 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. “You know,” you muse, “I don’t like condoms for a reason. Do you know why?”

The breath leaves his lungs with a whoosh.

Oh, he should have known. You’re just as filthy as he is. Of course you’d have a breeding kink, too, though he’s exceedingly grateful that you’d kept it to yourself until now. You’ve never been shy about sharing the things you enjoy, which means you probably figured out how he’d react. That’s the only explanation.

He likes that you understand him as well as you do.

He likes you.

“I think I might be able to guess,” Kakashi says knowingly, a smile playing at his lips. When he leans in to kiss you again, all he can think is: maybe it’s not a bad thing to be too attached.

—

Snippet #1:

“You said it was overdue,” Kakashi tells you.

“No, I said I needed to make an appointment,” you correct, and he can see that you’re struggling not to laugh. “I still have, like, a week left on it. I just didn’t think I’d be able to get an appointment that soon. It doesn’t hurt to be careful.”

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. “And what if I don’t want to be careful?”

He feels the shiver wrack your body, but then you do laugh at him. “Down, boy. Three rounds wasn’t enough for you?”

“Oh, I don’t know...” Kakashi pulls you back against him, allowing you to feel the answer for yourself. “You tell me.”

—

Snippet #2:

Kakashi hides his face in your pillow, feeling distinctly vulnerable without his mask. “Don’t tease me,” he groans, muffled. “I have a delicate constitution.”

You cackle at his discomfort, like the cruel woman you are. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But I’m really, really curious.” Then you hum thoughtfully. “Do you want to know one of mine?”

He shifts his head just enough to reveal one curious eye.

You squirm a little, then, like you’re finally starting to realise exactly how embarrassing this is to talk about. “I, um...” A pause. “So, you know how...” Another pause, and you take a deep breath. “Okay. I like to imagine that I'm being used to—to repopulate a clan, I guess. Just, over and over. Lots of kids. But not for real.”

He feels another jolt of arousal at your admission.

Looks like you’re on the same page, then.

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.

That’s when you seem to realise who you’re talking to – the sole remaining member of a clan that could probably stand to be repopulated – and your eyes go wide, before you nearly trip over yourself to add, “It—It has nothing to do with your clan, specifically, Kakashi, it’s just—”

“A fantasy,” he finishes for you, amused.

You worry your lip between your teeth and nod.

“Well,” Kakashi says, considering his answer for a moment, “I might have imagined that, too. Specifically.” Then he gives you a roguish grin, intending to pay you back in kind for your teasing. “How many children do you think would be enough for my clan to be sufficiently repopulated, hm? I’m thinking eight.”

Mortified, you bury your face in your hands. “Oh my god! Eight?”

Payback’s a bitch. “Well, I was originally going to say ten, but—”

When you squeal in embarrassment and yank the blankets over your head, Kakashi barely manages to stifle a laugh.

—

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Random NSFW Headcanons That Aren't Always Canon || Naruto characters x reader 1

A/n : So 2 nights ago I dreamed about being fucked by Yamato in a swimming pool and it gave me this idea 😂

Naruto Headcanons series : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Warnings : NSFW, penetrative sex, riding, fingering, edging, overstimulation, use of Genjutsu and jutsus, cunnilingus, voyeurism, treesome or more, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Yamato : One day while you were going hard at it, his hips harshly trusting into yours, his forehead on yours. Your heard him whisper a quiet and breathless "Mokuton" and in an instant you felt him literally grow inside of you. It was a funny experience, to do again :') ( seriously I think there is a 27 % chance for that to happen lmao but he is too shy )

Kakashi Hatake : Thanks to his intensive reading of Icha Icha he knows that the clitoris is the most erogenous part of the female body. With your many sexy times he realized the truth of the words of the Toad Sage. An idea passed through his mind and he activated Chidori on his finger in a very diminished way and put it where you needed it the most. That time you squirted, you were lucky because he was thirsty ( too much ptsd, 0 % chance or even - 20³ % of it happening )

Iruka Umino : Bro is going to ask you some simple questions concerning the techniques or the ninja knowledges of very basic level and if you don't answer he won't let you come, knowledges or edging which one will you choose ? I hope you learned your lessons ( mmh I think he is a too nice boy but who knows ? 48 % chance )

Naruto Uzumaki : Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu. Yes it's only 4 words and I'll leave you with that or should I say with them 👀 ( hyperactive boy with crazy ideas, 65 % chance )

Sasuke Uchiha : If he feels that the world around him is not going the way he decides it should, it's very possible that when he goes back to your house, and then into you. He uses Genjutsu to make sure that everything goes the way he wants ( a great need to feel in control but will never go against your will, 30 % chance )

Itachi Uchiha : He is very good at throwing kunai, thanks to his precision but also to his strenght. And he trains his fingers in a very simple way, spread your legs and you will know. He always has his fingers in your pussy, wiggling them against that spongy part that makes you squirm in his arms. You laugh and tell him that he will end up with pruned fingers, and most of the time that's what happens. You end up being very sensitive but also you will feel like something is missing if he doesn't have his fingers in you ( he loves you and will do anything for you even the things he finds embarrassing, 70 % chance if you can get him to loosen up )

Minato Namikaze : He is called the Yellow Lightning of Konoha for a reason. Even if teleportation plays a big part in it, he is still a very fast boy. And your pussy knows this more than any enemy he has faced. Once you told him to go faster and it triggered something in him, you don't know if it's good or bad for your walking ability ( he is a horny-kage, 90 % chance )

Neji Hyuga : He is not a pervert but with you it's different. He uses his Byakugan to see what underwear you are wearing no matter where you are as long as you are within his eye range. But he also uses his eyes to see your orgasm building inside of you and to test your stamina before cumming ( the second one is more probable than the first one but who knows he might be curious shrugs, 68% chance )

Shikamaru Nara : One time he fucks you and the next time you see him backing up and making his signs announcing the mood he's in today, before feeling a hold on your wrists or legs "Shadow Possession Jutsu now complete" ( if there was a canon hentai version of Naruto this will surely be in, 95 % chance )

Inoichi Yamanaka : He uses his psychic abilities to communicate to you his indiscrete thoughts during the day or at night when he just came back from work "Hey Y/n I just got back would you help me if I were to tell you I was hard" or "I'll be waiting for you in the bathtub" ( only if he's sure that no one else can hear him, 55 % chance )

Orochimaru : This is something that can really happen. He had a lot of sex with you and he noticed that you tend to prefer big dicks. So before changing bodies he makes sure that the man has a dick that you might like, wide enough and a bit curved upwards before reincarnating into him so that the next time he can fuck you properly. You deserve the best you're his Queen after all ( 90% chance if he is in love with you )

Hidan : Period you said ? ( sorry that may be gross for some people but for him it's a 100% chance 😭 )

Sasori : He will let you ride him but only on the condition that he uses his Puppet Technique and attach his chakra strings to you and make you move on his dick as he pleases ( you are the "poppet" he cherishes the most, 100% chance too ! )

Deidara : It's not a surprise for anyone, but if his mouth can taste you why not his hands ? Just imagine 3 tongues for a pussy you ?!? - he also has a mouth on his chest but let's not talk about it ( an orgasm is an explosion right ? so he's in to make it happen as much as possible, 100 % chance too I'm on a row )

Genma : This boy with his fucking shit eating grin and his fucking senbon that he has fun to pass on your body leaving shivers in his trail. He even passes it on your most sensitive points of your body like the sweal of your breasts or your clit ( do you know someone hornier than him ?!?, 99 % if not 100 % chance )

Utakata : One day he caught you touching yourself and he probably didn't take it well because he locked your hands in your bubbles for 2 weeks and refused to touch you. He let you go out to work with it ( ughh he really can be a pain in the ass but would he do it ?, 12 % chance )

Gaara : He has a very strong tendency to put your pleasure and well-being before his own. In itself it could be good but he treats you like porcelain and it impacts a lot in his own well being, because he simply doesn't care about it ( is there anything more canon than that ?, 100 % chance)

Rock Lee : He likes to train, he likes you and he likes to make you feel good. Anyway one day he decided to do the headstand above you and he did reverse pushups, his mouth arrived at the level of your clit and he flicked it with his tongue until you came and he started doing reverse pushups again until you caught your breath again and he did it again... for 4h30 ( he is always in the excess and the extravagance, 37 % chance )

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍋🍽 Again my requests are open 🔥💚

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delirious-donna · 2 months

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The Oral Lesson

an: the amount of time I spend thinking about these two men and how badly they might share a lover would probably see me on some kind of watch list… it’s more than time I put pen to paper, so to speak. This could be a series, maybe? Perhaps..? Depends on engagement (and I don’t mean likes alone!)

premise: It was meant to be a forbidden fantasy, one that would never become reality, but when you open your eyes to find the Hokage’s loyal guard dog on his knees before you, you know things have changed. However, it would be some time before you realise the enormity of this moment…

pairing: Hokage Kakashi x female reader x ANBU Obito

warnings: canon divergent (Obito always lives in my fics), NSFW throughout, without spoiling everything - its reader receiving oral, power play between the men, reader is married to Kakashi, reader is assumed curvy, touch starved is not the potential name of the series for no reason

There were no two ways about it, this had to be a dream.

The pinnacle of wet dreams that you would reminisce about for months, perhaps years, to come. Except the hand curled lightly around the column of your throat was all too realistic to be fantasy. Too familiar with roughened callouses covering the fingertips and edging the broad palm.

Kakashi Hatake—your husband.

His unique scent of oak-smoked wood chips, and that subtly sweet hint that you had never been able to give a name, filled your nose. At times, you would swear his scent reminded you of the scorched earth after a lightning strike, and it was true right now.

Your eyes flickered open, audibly gasping to see an ANBU shinobi sitting on his haunches before you. The mask was one you were all too familiar with, the painted whorls of the Hokage’s personal guard and you were privileged to know his true name… Obito Uchiha.

This couldn’t be happening. The teasing from moments ago felt like a lifetime passed and you squirmed atop Kakashi’s lap but were unable to escape. Do you really wish to? A small voice in your head said that you should, that what was being suggested was wrong but how badly you had desired this very outcome blew away those prim and proper reservations.

“Her pulse shot through the roof when you looked at her, Obito. I told you that she wanted this…”

You gasped to hear your husband speak about you like this, though the words were not untrue. The hollows of the eye holes shifted from deep midnight pits to blazing crimson orbs that seared your skin with tantalising warm fire without so much as touching you. His breathing was becoming laboured as he sat there, hands laying flat on his thighs in a position of submission.

Obito was only this composed and subservient for one man—your man—and it aroused you to see that there was a strain in his posture to maintain his stance. The threads of his compliance frayed beneath the weight of his desire.

“Kashi,” you breathed, voice barely more than a whisper though your gaze never left Obito’s. Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth, the thin cotton of your dress smothering despite being lightweight and flimsy on your body. The heat of Kakashi’s body beneath you certainly didn’t help matters, nor did the intense fiery blaze you were captivated by.

He hummed in response. “Hm? Something to say, sweetheart? Weren’t you just finishing telling me that you’d let him put his hands and mouth on you if I agreed?”

With an embarrassed moan, you tried to hide your face in the crook of his neck. Mortified beyond belief that Kakashi would so openly admit the hushed words of your most forbidden fantasies, ones you never thought would come to fruition.

“Don’t be shy, my love. Obito feels the same way, although I guess you didn’t know that,” Kakashi drawled with such measured control that you were reminded exactly how he reached this position of power. Not many could act so calmly in high-pressure situations, but Kakashi excelled where others failed. Simply another reason to love him as much as you did.

Obito hadn’t said a word up to this point, not even the smallest sound escaped his mouth and you marvelled at his self-control. The metal arm guards that normally covered his forearms were nowhere to be seen, the same for the grey flak jacket you were accustomed to.

Now, he knelt on the floor in only the standard ANBU dark pants, a black sleeveless compression shirt that covered up to his throat and equally black gloves that ended halfway up his biceps.

You were endlessly fascinated by those biceps.

The way they bulged when his hands curled into fists only to flatten back into some semblance of submission seconds later. Your breathing became harsh watching the action be repeated in an endless loop. Without realising, you pushed yourself upright on Kakashi’s lap, your fingers curling into his forearm each time Obito made his own fists until you made indents with the edges of his nails.

Behind you, Kakashi smiled. “You’ve been rather quiet, Obito… don’t you have anything to say to my wife?”

“I… don’t know if that would be wise, Lord Sixth,” Obito muttered after a long drawn-out moment of silence. His voice was deeper than Kakashi, rougher around the edges and you could hear the forced formality enough to know it grated down his spine to speak this way.

The three of you had shared many casual moments, it was a given since the two men were friends and rivals from years gone past. Heavens, you had cooked for this man. Shared stories of their youth over bottles of wine. Patched rips in his uniform.

Kakashi clicked his tongue. “Lose the airs and graces, you’re not here as my guard. Speak freely and tell my wife how much you covet her.”

You gasped, turning your head to meet charcoal eyes filled with humour, but while you stared, you could make out a darkness that spoke of something else. A power play? It should make you feel vulnerable… used, yet it was quite the opposite.

To be desired by two powerful men, one the Hokage and the other the current highest-ranking ANBU captain in Konoha. Your beloved husband and his best friend, though both would try to deny such a claim. You were damp between your thighs, arousal pooling into the seat of your underwear and it warmed your cheeks until you were certain it was obvious.

“It’s true. I’ve wanted a taste of what you have for some time now. Not that I would have ever done anything about it!” He asserted, eyes never leaving your face whilst he spoke to the man at your back. “But if she is willing and you… are willing to share—”

“Under my supervision and guidance only. Take off the mask, let our pretty girl see you without the guise of an animal,” Kakashi interjected whilst pressing a kiss to your neck.

The animal mask fell to the side, skittering across the floor and out of sight. It left only the man. The scars on his face from years gone by did nothing to detract from how handsome he was. His lips were pleasingly plump, nose nice and straight and those eyes—those beautiful expressive eyes—were easy to fall into and lose yourself entirely. Even without the Sharingan activated, you were drawn to those dark, all-seeing eyes.

“May he touch you, sweetheart? Shall I teach him how to please you? Let us see if he can make you mewl as I can,” he hummed, nipping at your ear and drawing his hands higher to paw lightly at your breasts.

A nod was all you could manage, followed by yet another gasp of alarm when Obito leaned close and kissed the outside of your knee. He’d moved so swiftly that following the movement was impossible.

His touch was delicate, careful as if he worried you’d break if he were to show his true colours. With his assistance, you spread your legs until they bracketed the outside of Kakashi’s beneath you. The man in question gripped at your dress and bunched it higher until your underwear came into view.

Obito appeared transfixed and a vein popped in his temple from tightly he held his jaw. The muscles of his biceps bulged against the snug hold of his long gloves and when he raised a hand to touch your pubic mound through the cotton fabric, you sighed breathily and shifted your hips.

“Is she wet?”

His crimson eyes shot up to yours, searching for permission to reply, and you smiled kindly, a wave of affection forming in your chest. “Y-yes. Right here…” Obito stroked his gloved fingertip over the small damp patch.

“I’m not surprised, she’s been squirming ever since you came in. Perhaps, I should have arranged this sooner,” Kakashi mused quietly whilst leaning back in his chair so your butt was in the air. “Take them off her, please.”

“Kashi, I can…” You tried to free your arms to help shimmy out of the troublesome underwear but a bite to your collarbone silenced you. The sting of sharp canines elicited a slow pant from your throat, your sight growing hazy and before you knew it, a cool breeze played across your bare pussy.

The chill wind didn’t last, it was replaced by warm lips on the inside of your thigh, thick black hair obscuring your view and you clung to Kakashi at the shiver that rippled down your spine. His breathing was steady in your ear, the feel of a smile on your skin whilst Obito pressed kisses, which started gentle, to your plush flesh until they were messy and open-mouthed.

“You can be a little rough with her, she likes it… don’t you, my precious girl?”

Despite his continued presence and hold on your throat and breasts, you jerked in alarm when Kakashi spoke. The implication of the statement had you clenching around air and you heard Obito’s muffled groan when he too noticed.

“Mhm. Please. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something,” you managed after licking your parched lips.

Obito wasted no time in nudging his nose along your labia, smelling you until he couldn’t stand it any longer, and parted your folds with two thick fingers. You could feel all the blood in your body zero in on your core, skin becoming puffy in anticipation. Scintillating wet warmth sent a hiss through your clenched teeth, the path of his tongue along the full length of your slit arching your spine and forcing your heaving breasts further into your husband’s grasp.

The man on his knees glanced up at you through his eyelashes, careful to judge your every movement and noise for possible signs of distress but he found none. The strong muscle created wave-like patterns over your achingly empty hole and passed it to just below your pert clit. It was a sensation you were unaccustomed to, but it scratched an itch you didn’t even know you had.

Your eyes flickered shut, bottom lip caught between your teeth. You were ready to absorb every stroke and touch, every wet-sounding kiss and the melody of three people breathing in tandem, but Kakashi had other ideas. How he even knew your eyes had fallen closed, you weren’t sure, but he withdrew his hand from your chest to click his fingers. It was a soft click, enough to cause your eyes to spring wide and you tilted your head back to meet his hooded gaze.

“You really should watch whilst our guest eats you out, dear, it’s only polite. How is he doing? Make sure he knows what you want.”

His voice was a whole octave lower and you could feel the rigid length of his erection pressed firmly into your lower back. He was turned on by the act he was witnessing and that only served to stoke your fires higher.

As if to prove a point before you could speak, Obito licked across the surface of your clit for the first time. It was barely a kitten lick but it was more than ample to short-circuit your brain. Your brows knitted together, mouth falling into a deep oval of enthralment at being teased like this. In response, your hips undulated only to be trapped in two gloved palms.

“So good… I-I want more,” you admitted with your shuttered stare being met with a blazing inferno that looked more than ready to blow.

Kakashi licked over a fresh mark he’d not long finished sucking into your neck, the act of possession was not lost on anyone in the room and he chuckled softly. “Mhm, give the lady what she wants, Obito. I want to hear how she sounds coming apart by your hand and mouth.”

Obito sat back for a moment, his lips swelling steadily from his actions and skin coated in a thin sheen of your slick. Strands of his black hair stuck to his forehead and you reached forward to brush them back, warmed when he nuzzled into the heart of your palm. You missed the heat of his mouth on you, squirming around to find a position that would alleviate the ache growing rapidly in the pit of your belly.

“Lo—Kakashi, I want to fuck her with my fingers. Is that… uh, is that okay?”

The furious flush that washed over his cheeks was downright adorable, as was how he refused to meet your eye while your husband pretended to ponder. You knew he’d allow it, it was something you had discussed before this even beginning, back when you were certain it would remain a fantasy.

“Who do you wish to fuck with your fingers?” Kakashi prompted, the smile evident in his words and you whined in protest. It earned you a pinch to your nipple, enough to silence you.

Obito cleared his throat, swallowing down his pride in search of what he wanted above all else. “Your wife. I want to fuck your wife with my fingers. Please.” The nicety was forced, his nostrils flaring as if ready for a verbal argument but none came.

“My wife, that’s right. Do as you please, just make her cum nice and loud.”

This side of Kakashi rarely came out—the cool demeanour which spoke of calculating control. It made you weak at the knees, heart in your throat whenever he set those predatory eyes on you and you could well understand Obito’s reaction to the pulse of dominant power. He too was used to being an alpha presence given his line of work, and especially since he chose to become the Hokage’s personal guard. A decision he would never have made for anyone other than Kakashi.

The power play ignited the room with dense tension that felt like swimming through honey, and to realise that you were the object of affection, the reason this was even happening in the first place… you didn’t feel worthy.

However, you had no time to process these thoughts as the man on the floor took his permission with a sharp nod of his head and lunged for you. The poor little mouse was trapped by the jaws of a lion, but this feline was far from going to harm you. Instead, he was gentle despite how eagerly he moved.

His tongue bathed your tender pearl in his spit, lapping it incessantly until he changed directions and suckled you between his lips. You cried out, only to be blindsided by the intrusion of two thick fingers. Whilst you had focused on the mouth set to wring you dry of your bliss, you hadn’t noticed the dance of his fingers which collected your nectar to coat his gloves.

The warm leather rubbed soft friction into your velvet walls, stretching you just right. It felt wonderful, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it would feel more so without the gloves in the way. A small voice in the back of your head boldly decided that you would request his bare hands the next time.

Next time… Would there even be a next time to speak of? You didn’t know, but you could hope.

Kakashi’s breath fanned your wildly beating pulse, smearing open-mouthed kisses in between words of encouragement. His voice was your guide when you couldn’t keep your eyes open. When you did finally find the resolve to pry them apart, you found your hand tangled at the roots of Obito’s midnight black hair.

He was working you closer and closer to the point of no return, wet slurps mingled with your moans of more and the steady rhythm of his fingers fucking into you. His wrist rotated suddenly, fingertips brushing that deep area of sensitive tissue that your own fingers could never reach.

“Oh. Fuck… right there. Obito, don’t stop.”

Both men jolted at your keening declarations; Obito glanced up with his chin shiny with the gloss of your making, cheeks flushed from where your thighs had crushed around his head, and Kakashi groaned deep in his throat.

His slender fingers lowered the neck of your dress and repeated the action with the cups of your bra. He licked his thumb and finger and rolled your nipple between, drawing it out taut until you whimpered and struggled. “Ah ah, don’t thrash. Look down and see how well my guard dog is eating you out, beloved.”

You tightened instinctively, squeezing around Obito’s fingers, who doubled down on the pace he stroked you to. His nose ground at the hood of your clit, tongue swiping left and right then up and down. He was losing his restraint, pushing into you only to be met by the force of you rutting your cunt into him. A growl rumbled in his chest at being called a guard dog, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

Gods, you wanted to be full. To cum around more than just fingers and feel how they would react to you orgasming on their cock. Did you want your husband or Obito or… both? The thought alone tripped your orgasm into effect. You were barely aware of Obito pulling his wet fingers from your cunt to press his tongue into your fluttering hole instead, intent on catching every drop of your nectar and swallowing it greedily.

Kakashi cooed soft words in your ear, coaxing you through your high and stroking over your hair whilst you sobbed from the overwhelming and continued stimulation from the plush muscle digging into you in search of your slick. Those wet gloved hands gripped into the meat of your thighs, keeping you open and forcing you to endure what he wanted to give.

“Obito, enough. Let our little flower catch her breath.” You heard the command distantly, twitching and still seeking out grounding from your high.

Dazedly, you blinked and moaned anew at the expression written across Obito’s face. His cheeks were ruddy, lips swollen with blood and the lower half of his face streaked with a mixture of your arousal and his spit. His chest heaved with the struggle of retreating, every muscle in his body tense and straining and how badly you wanted to reach out and comfort him.

“Kashi, sweetheart, let me go to him?” You asked softly, turning so your words were in his ear, your lips on his neck. He regarded you with a look of unconditional love, eyes softened with affection and a smile decorating his lips which was a far cry from the cool power play of earlier.

He kissed you on the forehead, fixing your dress to cover your exposed breasts and lowering the hem. A lone finger traced the curve of your jaw, moving to brush over your lips and you caught him by surprise by pressing them to his and savouring the warmth of his mouth.

Kakashi was familiar with being touch-starved, as were you. It was something that helped to bind you together in those early days and you both recognised that Obito was also touch-starved and in need of a demonstration of how welcoming love and affection could be. He nodded, his nose nudging along yours and embracing you with delicate care.

“Show him how amazing it can feel. I trust you, both of you.” Kakashi added those final words loud enough for Obito to hear. His eyebrows pinched in confusion, but he had no time to assess the meaning when you slid from your husband’s lap only to be caught by Obito.

You wound your arms around his neck and settled your head right there in the crook. Twisting your fingers into the hairs at his nape, you pressed kisses to his shoulder until he finally placed his hands on your waist. His touch was unsure, body rigid with nerves and you could understand.

“Thank you, Obito… you made me feel more alive than I thought possible. Let me hold you, it’s okay.”

His chin dipped until his cheek rested on your shoulder and some of the tension drained from his body. It had meant to be a fantasy scenario of being shared but it would be so much more than that in time and you would discover this in the months to come.

For now, you calmed your racing heart and gave the man held in your arms a piece of you that was worth more than any orgasm. All under the watchful and loving eye of your husband, the master strategist…

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sunstaar · 2 years

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This is Home

Kakashi Hatake x fem!OC

Word Count: 5k art commissioned from the talented @kankuroplease !

Ao3

Summary: Kakashi now knew that after so many years of yearning for it, he finally found home.

Underneath Fuyumi’s fingertips, the juice flowing out of the sweet watermelon felt sticky each time her newly sharpened knife cut through its wet flesh. Occasionally, some of the watermelon seeds buried within it fell out of the deep red and right onto her white kitchen counter. By now, the previously pristine white had been stained by variations of the same soft pink and red of the watermelon, leaving behind splotches of it practically everywhere. Even her fingers which were holding the knife steadily had dots of pink and red all over them and grew sticky over time, almost as if they were attached to the handle of the knife by now. With her right hand, she went ahead and placed the neatly cut pieces of watermelon into one of her favorite bowls: one in a soft shade of beige and decorated with small silhouettes of various dogs decorating it (or ninken, as Kakashi liked to refer to them).

Once Fuyumi cut the last piece of the watermelon and made sure that she used up the fruit to its full extent, she first stored away the remainder of the green rind so that later it could land in the compost. Then, she began to thoroughly clean the knife she had just been using and her workspace, the smell of her cleaning products slightly stinging in her nose. In response, she ruffled it and almost let out a sneeze, one she luckily managed to keep in. Lastly, Fuyumi washed her hands and spent most time to get rid of the red staining underneath her fingers, ‘a natural nail polish’, as her friend Anko would comment with a laugh.

At the mere thought of what the purple-haired would say, Fuyumi also had to laugh. A day with Anko would never be a boring one, that was what she had learned after over a decade of friendship with the other woman. Save for the borderline offensive teasing Anko subjected her to, Fuyumi could not remember a single day on which she ever regretted their friendship. There was also the fact that she owed Anko a lot, such as that without her best friend, Fuyumi’s relationship with a certain silver-haired would have most likely remained more of a dream than coming closer to reality.

(Fuyumi theorized that at one point, Anko became fed up with the constant whining of both of her lovesick teammates, which led her to push at least one of them into a relationship with their target of affection. Not that Fuyumi could ever blame her for that.)

With a loud snap, she attached the matching beige lid to her bowl and closed it. Once, she turned it around and onto its head to make sure nothing would fall out, and lucky for her, the lid did not even budge a little. Then Fuyumi repeated the same process for the collection of other bowls placed all over her counter and kitchen table. They were bowls with various animals decorating them, such as mice, turtles, cats, and her personal favorites, small white snakes standing out against the shiny black surface of the bowl filled with cut and washed strawberries.

As she looked at her collection of bowls and the food stored within them, Fuyumi could not help but feel rather proud of herself. With her hands resting on her hips, she took a good look at her work before her gaze traveled over to the clock hanging on her wall, reminding her that there was little time left before Kakashi would come to pick her up for their date.

There was only packing everything left, and that shouldn’t take up much of her time.

On her kitchen table stood a picnic basket, delicately woven out of wicker and decorated with a red and white checkered lining at the lid, waiting to be filled with all the goods she spent so long preparing. It had been a well-thought-out gift of her mother’s, ‘a housewarming gift’, as the elderly woman had called it.

First went into the basket the miso soup Fuyumi had cooked the day before as an extra safety precaution she took, just to make sure that she would not mess this up. While the eggplant did look quite awkward and even miserable swimming in the soup, it couldn’t be denied that she did her best, despite her lack of cooking skill. Just to be sure, she checked the lid of the container once more and also the sides, noting how earlier she had heated it up to a temperature warm enough to be eaten later.

The various fruits she had cut up into bite-size pieces followed within their respective bowls, all sealed off with a matching lid. With the same precision she always dedicated to a round of Jenga, Fuyumi began stacking the many bowls on top of each other within the basket, making sure that none of them would topple over in case she tripped along the way. That also meant that tissues of various colors were stuffed in between the bowls to keep them from clanking against each other. While that made her little construction look messier than it did before, the safety hazard it posed did reduce.

Satisfied with her stacking, Fuyumi closed the lid of the basket and adjusted the cherry red bow attached to the lining of it to give it a fuller appearance. Even more satisfaction began piling up within her at the sight of her finished work, so much so that Fuyumi couldn’t stop herself from smiling widely.

To say she was excited would be a major understatement. She was so much so excited that as soon as the sound of her doorbell echoed through her apartment, she bolted out of her kitchen and toward the front door. Halfway, however, Fuyumi managed to regain most of her composure and slowed down to take the time to adjust the dress she wore and tighten her ponytail nervously. One last time, she checked herself and her appearance in the mirror hanging by the front door and once she confirmed it to be alright, she pulled open the door to see Kakashi standing on her doorstep, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Fuyumi’s smile from before bloomed on her features again. “Kakashi! Hello!”

“You sound like you’re surprised to see me.” Kakashi mused with a smile visible from underneath his mask. Just as visible was the smallest hint of a flush peaking out from underneath it.

“I’m surprised you aren’t late.” She teased.

“To meet up with you? Never.”

Smooth fucker, Fuyumi thought. There was barely anything that could make his wit falter.

“I’m flattered,” Major understatement there, based on how her cheeks were dusted pink. “and happy to see you.”

Kakashi had to clear his throat to regain his faux confident posture, his hands beginning to tremble the slightest bit as he held out the bouquet to his girlfriend. “I bought these for you.”

Carefully, Fuyumi took the stunning bouquet of flowers into her hands, which accidentally brushed his in the process. Both of them were startled at the sudden contact, and she even murmured a quiet apology, immediately moving to cradle the bouquet closer to herself. Her skin felt hotter than it did before, and the bouquet grew heavier in her grasp.

Fuyumi looked down to marvel at the undeniable beauty of the bouquet gifted to her. Heliotropes stood out the most within the bouquet due to the sheer abundance of them to strengthen their meaning, perfectly complimented by thornless dark pink and red roses. Red, white, and pink camellias were sprinkled in between and further tied the work of art together into one message, one solely dedicated to the receiver of it. A message hidden within the language of the flowers, brought together by the soft green paper the bouquet was wrapped in and by a bow almost the exact shade as her eyes were.

“Thank you, Kakashi,” She said, removing her gaze from it to look her boyfriend in his open eye. It was then that she noticed that he wore an eye patch to cover his Sharingan eye when his hitai-ate wouldn’t. With a distinct design of the silhouette of a pug stitched into the right corner of it, she would recognize the handmade work anywhere. “Hey, that’s the eye patch my mom made for you!”

Kakashi nodded with a newfound glint of excitement in his charcoal eye. “You’re right, it is,” With his now free hand, he delicately touched the eye patch to adjust it for it to sit comfortably on his skin. “I like it too much not to wear it, pebbles.”

Fuyumi let out a groan. “I thought we were beyond that name by now.” How he managed to turn a name he used to use to tease her whenever she did something slightly idiotic to something he so smoothly used to refer to her with affection laced in his tone would always remain a mystery to her.

Insult turned term of endearment, as she had once joked. And while she would never admit it to anyone, especially not to Kakashi, it always had her feeling special and loved.

He shook his head with a smile. “I think it’s adorable and it fits you quite well, my pebble.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Fuyumi raised her free hand in mock surrender and let out a small laugh as she took a step backward into her apartment. “How about you let me place the beautiful flowers you got me into a vase first, and then I’ll be back with you then. I wouldn’t want them to dry out.”

Kakashi nodded.

Fuyumi was quick to turn around and hurry back into her apartment and right into her kitchen, where she knew several vases were hidden in somewhere in her lower cupboard. She didn’t want to keep Kakashi waiting for too long, which was why in her hurry, she managed to almost knock over one of her vases while trying to grab a specific one.

“Shit.” Fuyumi cursed and breathed out heavily after she grabbed the vases before they could clank against one another loudly. Just her luck.

“Are you alright in there?” Kakashi called out from the doorstep of her apartment, worry lacing his tone.

Her forehead knocked against the cool marble counter for a moment as she took another breath, trying to calm her racing heart. “I’m fine!” She called out to him. “No need to worry!” Regardless of her saying that, she knew, he would worry anyway.

“You sure?” This time his voice came from much closer, and one look behind herself told Fuyumi that he was now standing in the doorway to her kitchen, his brows knitted into a furrow. With his arm, he leaned against the doorway and looked down at her with concern.

Fuyumi shot him a smile and held up both the bouquet of flowers and vase. “Just fine.” As she went to stand up, she almost toppled over, but quickly managed to regain her stability.

Kakashi, however, had been faster and now stood by her side, his hand placed on her arm as worry coursed through him. So clumsy, he thought. If he didn’t already have a mop of silver hair sitting atop his head, he would be growing strands of grey by now already.

“See, I’m fine.” Fuyumi grinned up at him before she wiggled her way out of his grasp.

“Sure you are.” He muttered underneath his breath, his open eye watching her carefully as she moved to fill up the vase with water.

“I always am.” Fuyumi sat as she adjusted the flowers in the vase. The flowers perfectly fit into the vase, so she noticed as she took a step backward. It was impossible for her not to marvel at the sight of them standing on her kitchen counter, highlighted by the rays of the sun shining through the window.

“I chose the flowers myself,” Kakashi confessed. “I wanted them to be more … special.” He hoped that didn’t ruin the bouquet for her.

Fuyumi turned to look at him with metaphorical hearts shining in her blue eyes. “I love them. Thank you.”

The silver-haired felt a bit taken aback, disbelief washing over his features. “You do?”

“Of course, I do. I’m not that superficial, Kakashi,” Fuyumi said with a scrunch of her nose. “You could have chosen the least matching flowers and I would still be happy. You put effort and thought into the bouquet, that matters to me.”

His heart fluttered at her words. “I’m glad you think so,” He extended his hand to her with a smile. “Shall we go, then?”

The smile on Fuyumi’s face left him breathless. “With pleasure,” With one hand she took the picnic basket and with the other his and squeezed it gently. “Lead the way.”

Even after having held Fuyumi’s hand countless times, Kakashi was sure that he would never get used to the shiver crawling down his spine as soon as their skin made contact with one another. He should expect it every time he intertwines their hands, but for some reason, her low body temperature caught him by surprise time and time again. With the sun shining down upon them, her frigid temperature was something he welcomed with a sigh.

“Using me as your personal freezer again, are you?” Fuyumi asked him with a cheeky smile. “Can’t say I blame you, it is rather hot today, even for me.”

Based on how the few other people roaming the streets wiped their forehead with a cotton cloth or the back of their hand, the heat was evidently affecting everyone in Konoha. For the village to get this warm was quite unusual and unexpected, seeing as barely anyone was prepared for such an increase in temperature.

Kakashi stole a glance at his girlfriend. “I just wanted to hold your hand, really. Your cold skin is just a benefit.”

Fuyumi let out a small giggle and squeezed his hand. “I also wanted your hand. The fact that I can help you cool down is a cool bonus.”

He couldn’t help but playfully roll his eyes at the pun she sneaked into her answer. “Is that so?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “With your mask, it must get hot sometimes.”

Almost shamefully, her eyes raked over his figure, taking in the way sweat was beginning to add a glow to his pale skin, defining the muscles he had gained after years of arduous training. The white shirt he decided to wear only did him and his physique favors, especially when combined with the pair of cotton shorts he wore. They only defined his equally strong legs more and gave them a more appealing look than they usually had.

The breath she sucked wasn’t missed by Kakashi, whose head snapped to fully look at her. “Wait, are you checking me out?”

“Maybe I am,” Fuyumi replied without an ounce of shame in her tone. “And what are you going to do about it, porcupine?”

“Ouch,” Teasingly, Kakashi placed his palm right above where his heart lay and looked at her with mock offense. “I thought you wouldn’t call me that anymore.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s just too great not to use on the occasion,” Fuyumi laughed. “Think about it positively, you are my favorite porcupine of them all.”

He tapped his chin with his finger. “I’ll think about it. If you stop protesting against me calling you ‘pebbles’.”

She should have seen it coming, really. “I’m only agreeing because it’s you asking, Kakashi.”

Kakashi threw his head back in laughter, a sight his girlfriend could only describe as captivating. His visible eyes squeezed shut as he let out a throaty laugh and even wrapped one of his arms around his stomach. As he leaned his head forward again, however, the string of his eye patch snapped all of a sudden and fell onto the ground, right in front of his feet. His laughter stopped at the sight and so did his smile, his hand letting go of Fuyumi’s. He stared at the eye patch unmoving at first, his open eye growing wider with shock while his hand began to tremble. Then he bent down and picked the cloth up, only to stare at it with disappointment flickering in his eye.

“Kakashi …” Fuyumi began, unsure of what to say. Beside herself, she placed down her picnic basket.

“I didn’t mean to …” When Kakashi spoke, he almost sounded like a child who was disappointed in himself. By the furrow of his brow, Fuyumi could tell the incoming wave of blame, followed by the telltale downward tug of his lips.

She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. “Kakashi, it’s okay, it could have happened to anybody,” Gently, Fuyumi took the eye patch out of his hands into her own, removing her hand from his shoulder to pick the dirt off of the soft material. A bit of the pug’s face was covered in dirt as was the light fabric out of which the patch was made, but it was nothing that wasn’t fixable. “It can be fixed, I promise.”

He still appeared disappointed with himself. “But Chizue put so much effort into making it …” The guilt heaved up within him, especially since he could vividly remember how he had promised to take good care of the loving gift given to him.

“And she would do it again, she would be happy to, trust me,” Fuyumi glanced down at the eye patch again, her finger coming to touch the snapped string. “And she won’t mind fixing it, because then she knows that you’ve been wearing it. That will make her very happy to know,” She smiled at him again. “Or I can fix it.”

The worry that crossed his features told her everything she needed to know.

“I can sew, you know!” Fuyumi said with a faux scowl. She knew just how to wave her hand in an exaggerated motion that would cheer him up at least a little. “Just because I messed up a few stitches once, doesn’t mean I am a sewing disaster!”

Kakashi looked at her with a slightly raised brow and a hint of a smile forming on his face.

“I’ll give it to my mom, I swear,” Playfully and again, exaggerated, she rolled her eyes and smiled at him. With much caution, Fuyumi placed the eye patch into the little pocket sewn into her basket before she stood up again, facing him. “but I’m telling you, you are underestimating me and my skill.”

He let out a small laugh, mischief lingering in his gaze. “Sure I am.”

“You’ll see one of these days, Hatake,” She promised with a determined look. Then she bent down again to pick up the picnic basket. “but that day is not today, just so you know. Because first, we picnic.”

The white-haired held her hand out to her boyfriend, waiting for him to intertwine their hands again. Once he did with a small shiver, she tugged at it to lead him down the road and right to their designation.

“I’m joking, you know that I would wear the eye patch again if you repaired it, pebbles.” Kakashi leaned forward and tugged his mask downward within a second, allowing it to pool at his neck for a moment while he quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek before covering his face again. The cheeky grin he wore, however, could not be covered.

The skin he pressed a kiss upon took on a small flush instantly as Fuyumi held her breath in surprise. Then, she breathed out, “You’re too cheeky sometimes, did you know that?”

Mirth made the charcoal of his eye burn brighter. “No, I didn’t. But do tell me more about what you think of me.”

Seeing Kakashi smile was as though she were intoxicated by it. There was something about the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and his cheeks moved upward that always had Fuyumi staring for a moment too long. His charcoal eyes would take on a new glow, one that made him appear so lively and carefree, especially when his muscles and back relaxed into a slight slouch that had become so familiar to her.

Not that she would ever tell him those things she noticed about him, so, Fuyumi shook her head. “Not in a million years.”

“I’ll wait, then.”

In the distance, Fuyumi could clearly see the destination of their date. On one of the many vast and green landscapes hidden in Konoha stood a large and presumably also a very old tree, one that casts a huge shadow across the landscape. When she had first found the spot, so far away from the constantly packed middle of the village, she had made sure to remember it for sunny days. It had come as no surprise that she had shown the place to Kakashi already, too excited to keep it to herself. To return to it with Kakashi by her side, time and time again, felt almost customary by now.

“You can wait while we eat all the food I prepared.”

A loud rumble came from Kakashi’s stomach as though called upon. Almost instantly, he turned away from his girlfriend with reddening cheeks and murmured an apology. Fuyumi on the other hand found it to be rather adorable.

With an almost exaggerated sigh, Fuyumi set the picnic basket down onto the grass and made sure that the moment she let it go, it wouldn’t tip over with all the food still inside.

“Kakashi, could you help me spread out the blanket, please?” Had her picnic blanket not already been in her basket, Fuyumi might have forgotten it back at home. As she held it one end of it out to her boyfriend, that did not matter much, though.

He was quick to lend a helping hand.

When they worked together, it was much easier to spread out the white and red checkered blanket evenly onto the grass than it was when either of them did the work alone. Neither of them could complain about the slight breeze created as they set it down. A good majority of the blanket lay underneath the shade of the tree, the occasional leaf falling down on it, meanwhile, some parts of it were hit by the harsh rays of the sun.

Next, Fuyumi began taking out all of her animal-themed bowls one by one, telling Kakashi about what she put into each one as she did so. Within the ones decorated with snakes, strawberries could be found, while the one with dogs held watermelon within. Grapes had found their way into the bowl with cats on it earlier that morning and apple she had cut into the bowl with silhouettes of bunnies.

And finally, as though it were a holy grail, Fuyumi held out the last bowl from the basket to Kakashi with a wide grin on her face. When he tilted his head at her in evident confusion, she proudly told him about how she had cooked some miso soup with eggplant specifically for him. “I couldn’t not cook it, it’s your favorite, after all.”

Kakashi carefully took the container, with pugs akin to Pakkun decorating it, into his hands and noted how warm it still was. “Did you cook it today?”

“Not exactly. I prepared it yesterday and heated it up today,” Fuyumi explained. In a quiet voice, she added: “I did my best so I hope it tastes at least decent.”

At the kind gesture, Kakashi could feel his heart beat against his chest from all the excitement he was feeling. With his charcoal eye, he peered down at the bowl before he opened it, careful not to spill any of the soup in the process. What he noticed immediately was the familiar smell of his favorite food intoxicating his sense of smell and almost leaving him drooling.

What he hadn’t noticed was Fuyumi standing up with doubt flashing across her face. When he finally did, the miso soup now put aside, his brows furrowed as he watched her inspect her flower-decorated dress.

“Wearing a white dress wasn’t the best decision,” Fuyumi commented with a nervous laugh, her gaze fixated on the now slightly green-stained ruffle of her long dress. She twirled around once in the dress to show Kakashi the back of it. “Is the back of the dress also stained?”

“A little bit.” Kakashi told her earnestly.

Her smile dropped noticeably, which had Kakashi’s heart aching at the sight of it. Immediately, he stood up from his position kneeling on the checkered blanket and made his way over to his girlfriend. While his one arm went to wrap around her waist to pull her closer, his hand resting on the small of her back, his other hand went to rest on her cheek, right above the scar dragging up from her jaw to the middle of her cheek. With a gentle pull, he pulled her closer to him, which had Fuyumi squealing in surprise.

Kakashi did not have to bend down much to whisper in her ear since their height difference was so minuscule. A shiver ran down her spine as his breath fanned over her ear. “Dirty or not dirty, I think you look gorgeous in it regardless.”

Fuyumi’s cheeks took on a shade of red she had not sported today. Sheepishly, she went to hide her face in the masked crook of his neck, but not without pressing a small kiss to it first. “Stop it, you liar.”

He let out a chuckle and took a step back, forcing her face to reemerge from her hiding spot. Again, he rested his hand on her cheek to have her look at him. “I would never lie to you about that, pebbles,” With his mask still on, he pressed a kiss to her other cheek. “Trust me, I think you’re gorgeous no matter what you wear.”

The embarrassment coursing through her began washing away and left Fuyumi bolder than before. Without having to stand up on her tiptoes, she leaned upward and pressed a kiss to the lower end of the scar where it met his black face mask. Then she pressed another above the spot and another, moving upward with each kiss she pressed to his scar. The last kiss landed right below his eyebrow, where she lingered a bit longer than on the other spots.

When she finally leaned away from the silver-haired beauty, Fuyumi felt entranced by the pair of charcoal and crimson eyes staring at her with so much affection. A large grin stretched across her lips at the sight. “I love you.”

Underneath his mask, Kakashi’s lips, too, spread into a wide grin as he looked down at his girlfriend. His Sharingan eye remained open to capture the sight that was her standing in his arms. To see her standing there sometimes felt like a fever dream to him. But there she was, her curly white hair tied up into a high ponytail with a cerulean hair tie, some strands falling into her face to frame it and her blue eyes perfectly. He couldn’t look away from how her pink lips looked so soft, almost stretching all the way to the scar on her cheek.

At that moment, he knew for sure.

His other arm went to also wrap around her waist, both of his hands intertwining on the small of her back. Similar to before, he tugged her body towards his, resulting in Fuyumi’s chest gently colliding with his, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders to settle comfortably against him. Then, much to her surprise, he tightened his grip around her and began to lift her upward, her feet completely losing contact with the ground.

Fuyumi let out a squeal at the feeling and secured her grip on his shoulders. “What are you doing?” She laughed.

Kakashi moved his face closer to hers and smiled at her as though she were the only one in his world, “Holding the woman I love. Isn’t that obvious?”

Her eyes widened at hearing the words and her grip on him loosed, disbelief washing over her. “You- what?”

He let out a chuckle and leaned even closer to her, their noses almost touching. In a hushed whisper between them, he repeated his statement, “I love you.” His Sharingan eye spun wildly, taking in the changes of her expression to never forget them.

Seeing how she smiled at him with so much affection in her gaze, he knew, was worth to forever remain in his memory. “I love you too.”

Kakashi’s smile only grew wider as he teased, “You might have mentioned that already.”

Fuyumi gently slapped his shoulder before she rested her hand on it again, a defiant glint in her eyes. “And I will mention it another thousand times if I want to.”

“I’m counting on it.” Kami, he could hear her speak those three words again and again for the rest of their lives and never tire of hearing them. Each time she would speak the words would feel like the first time she did, he could already tell.

“So am I,” Fuyumi told him earnestly, her gaze flickering down to his mask as she spoke, “Can I … kiss you?”

Kakashi nodded, feeling as though the right words to say got lost on his tongue.

He could vividly remember when he was younger, Kakashi’s father always used to tell him about how home was not a place, but rather the person who held his heart in their hands. As a child, he used to scoff at the mere idea of it and vehemently denied it, finding it too metaphorical to be true. How could a person be one’s home? That didn’t make sense, he had thought. Though, now, as he held Fuyumi so closely in his arms, her lips pressed against his unmasked ones, he could only confirm what he had been told years ago. Because Kakashi now knew that after so many years of yearning for it, he finally found home.

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