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Single Dad Obito

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Obito/Tobi AU x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Oral male receiving, Oral female receiving, public

Summary: One day, you're minding your own business when an extremely handsome single dad walks into your place of work and calls you 'princess'. Obito might be masquerading as the good-natured single dad of Sasuke, as if he didn't help slaughter the clan, but he knows what he wants, and it's you.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm sorry I've been MIA. The home stretch of grad school has been tough, but we're almost done. I'll be able to post regularly again the week of August 10th. Until then, pray for me. I'm slowly losing my mind.

Single Dad Obito who notices you on his way to pick up Sasuke after the Academy. Your pretty hair shines in the rays of the sun and the wind wafts the sweet smell of your citrus perfume up his nose. 

Single Dad Obito who makes sure to take note of the bookstore logo on your employee name tag and swing by its location on his way home. 

Single Dad Obito who bribes Sasuke with sweets if he behaves while they go shopping. The two of them venture into town towards the marketplace, where he knows he’s seen that bookstore sign before. Sure enough, he spots it with your face visible just beyond the window. He squats down to Sasuke’s eye level and reminds him of the deal. Two books at the store, and a bag of candy for good behavior. Young Sasuke rolls his eyes, but the dilation of his pupils betrays him. He wants that bag of candy, and Obito knows it. 

Single Dad Obito who enters the shop and allows Sasuke to wander off to the kids section while he browses the romance aisle close to the register. His tall stature and fitted shirt catch your eye. You leer at him before you blink, catching yourself creeping on the poor man. A quick shake your head, you’re annoyed at yourself, yet sill, you convince yourself to do something you never thought you’d do… Biting your lip, you take a deep inhale through your nose and round the register counter. Two steps in his direction and you chicken out, fighting with yourself about being brave. 

Single Dad Obito who pretends to skim over the titles and the authors while watching your internal struggle out the corner of his gaze. He smiles to himself, excited that he’s not the only one interested. You look over at him several times, drumming your fingers on the counter before speed walking away. He wonders if he should move to a different section of the shop when you come back with a box and set it down in the row of romance fiction, unpacking new books and sorting them on the shelves. 

Single Dad Obito fights his own battle wondering if he should stoop down and help you. The gentleman in him wins over his actions and so he walks over to your box, stoops down, grabs a stack of one title and locates the author on the shelves. 

“Umm, you don’t have to do that.”

“I know.”

“Sir, please, let me. It’s my job.”

“It’s okay, Princess, I want to help.”

“I-um-what?”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Did you call me…” you stare at the ground  blushing.

“Is everything okay, Princess?” Obito strides up to you, his stance impossibly close for a stranger. He rests his arms on your biceps, letting the heat between you rise to an impossibly appetizing degree. 

You feel like you’re losing your breath when a little boy comes running around the corner. “ Dad! I’ve decided which two books I want!”

The man let’s go of you and squats down, “That’s wonderful Sasuke! You ready to check out?”

“Yes!”

“You got it, buddy. Let’s check out with this nice lady right here.”

Single Dad Obito who stares at you hungrily as you process the transaction. Every part of your body is screaming to ask him out, but seeing him in front of his son is making you chicken out. When you print out his receipt you scribble your number at the bottom, asking him to call you, and praying he’ll see it. “Thank you gentlemen! Have a great day!”

“See you later, Princess.” he calls over his shoulder to which you want to melt into a puddle on the spot. 

Single Dad Obito who gets home from the candy shop with a happy Sasuke, while staring at your phone number. His adopted son runs off to his room to play with his toys while munching on his new bag of sugar, and Obito sits down triumphantly, memorizing the digits. He pulls out his phone, saving your number before giving you a call. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Princess.”

“Hey stranger! I was hoping to hear from you.”

“How could I resist? It’s not everyday a beautiful woman gives a guy her number.”

You laugh nervously, “Sorry, I just didn’t want to embarrass myself by asking you out in front of your kid.”

Obito laughs too. “I was afraid of doing the same thing. I love the kid, but he’s extremely judgmental.”

“Glad to know it wasn’t just me.”

“No, it wasn’t. So listen, Princess, I’d really like to take you out sometime. Would you be free tomorrow night?”

“Sure, I get off at 6. Wanna meet me at work?”

“Don’t you wanna go home and change first?”

“I can change while I’m there. I usually am really hungry after work so I’d rather not wait.”

Your extremely honest answer makes him laugh. “Okay then, I’ll pick you up from work at 6.”

“It’s a date!”

“Indeed. Have a goodnight, Princess.”

“Goodnight. Wait!”

“What?”

“I never got your name!” “It’s Tobi. I’ll see you tomorrow, Princess.”

“See you tomorrow Tobi.”

Single Dad Obito who picks you up with Sasuke and Naruto in tow. He comes to your job the next day only to be floored by your over-the-knee brown leather boots and your short brown sweater dress. His eyes scan you up and down with an intensity that makes you feel uneasy. “Hi!  told you I could change here. You like?”

“Do I like? I question if we’ll make it to our destination.”

“Oh, umm” you don’t know how to feel about his blunt and forward remark, especially in front of two kids. Granted they’re not looking at you and seem very focused on glaring at each other. However, at least with Tobi you’ll never guess what he’s thinking. 

“So where do you want to eat?”

“There’s a carnival in the south side of the village, I thought we might enjoy the food and a few rides.”

“How fun! Is that why you brought along a friend for your son?”

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind. I thought they could keep each other busy while we spend time together. It’s a bit hard to find a baby sitter these days.”

To be honest, if it was any other man, you’d be kinda pissed that he brought his kid along on a date, but something about this guy made it almost better. Like seeing him with kids is kind of a turn on.

“I don’t mind. It’s sweet of you to include your son.”

“Thanks.” Obito says as his hand wraps around your waist while he guides you through town. 

Single Dad Obito who squats down in front of both Sasuke and the blonde boy you know as Naruto, threatening them to behave or else he’d use his fireball jutsu to roast them both like marshmallows. After promising to be good he gives both boys a handful of yen and sends them on their way. With a relieved smile, he turns back to you and pulls you in. 

“So, you ready to get on with our date?”

Your arms circle his neck as you casually pop your foot, “I am absolutely ready to get on with our date.”

“Good, cause I’m ready to spend an entire evening with the most beautiful woman in the village while pretending we’re still teenagers. You in?”

“You bet” you wink, realizing how excited you are to be alone with him.

Single Dad Obito who wins you stuffed animals and splits a corndog with you. Who dances in the grass and kisses you on the Ferris wheel. You share a funnel cake while inventing stories about the strangers who pass you by. 

“Okay, those two met during the last war. One is from the Hidden Stone, but pretends they’re from a small village outside the Leaf so they can be married and live here.” you say.

“Yes, and they’ve been living with this secret for ten years and almost got found out when they had kids and the grandparents came to visit.”

“Yes! And the grandparents had to speak in fake accents to not get caught!”

“Which they only knew how to do cause they are former spies.”

“Wow, we just made those two way more interesting than they actually are.”

“Ha!” he laughs, “Who knows, I think a lot of people can be way more interesting than they seem.”

“Oh yeah? Are you more interesting than you seem?”

“Depends who you ask.”

“Well?”

“Well What?”

“Tell me about yourself. Tell me about Sasuke and what happened to you and his mom. Do I have competition?”

Obito snorts, “No, you do not have competition. I’m surprised you didn’t guess that though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you seen our crest?”

Single Dad Obito who has you scrutinizing his outfit till you catch the tiny fan stitched onto the cuff of his compression tee. You gasp, realizing his clan. “You’re an Uchiha?!”

“Yes”

“But Sasuke isn’t… Is he?”

“He is. He lost both his parents that night. He was the lone survivor and when I got back to the village to see what had become of my family, I adopted Sasuke on the spot. A lonely Uchiha can be a dangerous thing.”

You reach over and grab Obito’s hand, squeezing it. “I might not know you well, but I do know you’re an amazing person.”

“Thank you, but I’ll let Sasuke be the judge of that one.” He says running his hand through his midnight tresses. 

You grab his upper arm and hug it, clinging to him like you’ve won the ultimate prize. An Uchiha boyfriend; never in your life have you been more lucky.

Single Dad Obito who traces your jaw and kisses your forehead, is spotted by one Kakashi Hatake. His face drops to a scowl, disdain filling his chest as he looks at the suspicious Uchiha. When Kakashi sees you with another man, his heart races. You’re not supposed to date anyone, you’re supposed to be waiting for him. When he sees you cozied up to the side of some no name ninja his mouth fills with a metallic taste. 

Single Dad Obito who feels a sudden wave of affection, tugs at your hand and guides you over to a private spot between the food booths. You giggle and stumble after him, falling into his arms when he pulls you close, kissing your lips and grabbing the fat of your ass in a heated makeout session. You pant and moan into his mouth as he praises you, his princess, for being such a good girl for him. 

Single Dad Obito who almost loses composure and tries to fuck you right then and there on account of your extremely sexy boots. He admits as much when he suddenly pulls away, and your disappointment fills his vision. He apologizes but says if he wants to be serious about you, your first time needs to be classier than a quickie at a carnival. You laugh and say that a memorable first time, like a quickie at a carnival, might just make the perfect lifelong memory a happy couple needs before you pull him into the maze of mirrors. 

Single Dad Obito looks at you astonished. His beautiful and spontaneous princess, begging to be a filthy slut so soon after meeting. The only problem is he’s noticed his old friend Kakashi following them. So much for ghosts of the past. At first Obito thought Kakashi was there for him, that maybe he’d finally put two and two together and saw through his fake identity, but alas, no. What Kakashi is actually staring at is you. But this time Obito gets the girl, not Kakashi. 

Single Dad Obito who’s dragged deep into the mirror maze when you suddenly drop to your knees and pull out his manhood. He pauses, shocked by your forward actions, and worried someone will see. “Don’t worry, Tobi. No one’s made it this far back in the maze. We’re wayyy out of the way. We’re nowhere near the path to the exit. They’d have to suck at mirror mazes to wander all the way over here.”

“You wandered all the way over here. Do you suck?”

“Yes. That’s why I pulled out your dick.” you joke before swallowing his girth whole and making his balls tight with intense pleasure.

“Holy fuck, woman. Who taught you how to do this?!” He asks, short of breath as you allow your tongue to run under his shaft while pulling back. You shrug from your position on your knees and lunge forward again, taking his salty length all the way down your throat, causing him to lean forward and brace himself against one of the mirrors. 

Single Dad Obito who tries with all his might not to cum but ends up exploding in the back of your mouth from how superb it feels to be rammed down your esophagus. He’s never met a novelty like you before. How are there women even like you? He apologizes profusely for pumping his seed onto your tongue but you laugh reminding him that it was kind of the point. He feels extremely embarrassed that he didn’t offer you any pleasure so he plots how to get you back. 

Single Dad Obito checks the time and realizes he needs to go grab the kids. He asks if you mind walking back to his home and you say it’s okay, knowing he wants to spend more time with you. Together you find Sasuke and Naruto battling it out on the measure of strength, trying to slam the hammer hard enough to ring the bell. Both boys are fighting when Obito walks up and grabs the hammer before bringing it down with impressive force. The bell digs loudly causing both boys to fall silent before their protests resume, this time aimed at Obito.

Single Dad Obito who walks the boys home and sets them up for a sleepover, giving them a bag of cotton candy each, and wishing them goodnight. He turns to face you,  ready to take you home. “Thank you for being so flexible. Sometimes it’s hard juggling the whole dad thing.”

“I just think it’s amazing that you’ve given your life to raise someone else’s kid.”

“If Sasuke would let me, I’d grab Naruto too.” He says, holding the door open for you.

“Aren’t they friends?”

“More like frenemies. They fight constantly but Sasuke likes it cause it helps him train. He wants to be an avenger when he grows up.”

“I’ve never knew boys to could have frenemies.”

“Welcome to my world.”

He escorts you all the way to your apartment where you ask him to come inside. He agrees, only because he has unfinished business to attend to. He trusts he’ll still get home before the boys burn down his house. He only needs a few minutes of your time anyway.

Single Dad Obito who stops you from taking off your shoes, cause he wants those thigh-high boots wrapped around his neck. He grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a searing kiss before walking you over to the couch. He pushes you down and drops to his knees, pulling your ass to the couch’s edge and tearing off your underwear. You shout in protest but he shushes you with the feeling of his tongue shoved inside your slit, spooning out arousal like he’s found a personal buffet. 

Single Dad Obito who has you screaming in pleasure. Your hands sink into his hair and you grind against his nose as he laps at your core like a dog eating an ice cube. The Uchiha moans into your sex, groaning at the sweet nectar that keeps gushing out of you every time his lips wrap around your little bundle of nerves. He likes to suck viciously on that part, making you scream and try to pull away, only for him to grab onto your thighs and pull you further off the couch. Your weight starts to rest against his mouth, still greedily devouring your folds while your body twists and strains in agonizing pleasure. 

Single Dad Obito who makes you cum again and again while he slurps up every drop, determined to leave you weak and unable to make it out of bed tomorrow. You cry from overstimulation as his unrelenting tongue continues to flick against your clit, his fingers joining in the torture and stuffing themselves inside your velvet walls. He uses three fingers to milk your pleasure spot, making you mewl as his teeth begin to play with your very sensitive bundle. Your legs wrap around his head, the leather of the boots cool against Obito’s ears while you grind into him, feeling your mind turn to mush. 

Single Dad Obito who has you finishing so hard you lose your ability to talk, walk, or even think. He sees your dazed face and wipes his mouth before carrying you bridal style to your bed. You mime that you need the bathroom where he helps you use the toilet and clean off between your legs. You quickly brush your teeth and then he finally takes you back to lay down. He pulls off your boots and massages your feet, staring at you with red eyes. You realize this is the start of something magical. You can tell Tobi has already determined your future and if he has it his way, in a couple years you’re going to be Sasuke’s mom and call yourself Mrs. Tobi Uchiha.

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Hello Miss Madame I’m glad you’re back hunnyyy! If you’re doing requests can you pretty please make a part two for Anbu Bimbo? Just a thought! No pressure and ily 🩷

This request has found its way to my inbox soooo many times in the past year. The only other story request that comes close is a third Hatake Harassment.

I love you guys for being excited about my stories and I am happy to have finally found the inspiration to make a Part 2. This story is an ode to my melting brain that has been compromised by my summer classes. Feeling like a total bimbo as of late, I give you a revised Anbu Bimbo and its sequel! 😘

Anbu Bimbo I Anbu Bimbo 2

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Anbu Bimbo 2

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x Bimbo F!Reader

Summery: Kakashi's aggressive ownership of you pisses off your captain who has a crush on you. He comes to your defense leading to a rift between you and your childhood crush. During a joint mission everything changes.

Warnings: NSFW, Oral sex, Unprotected penetration, public, slightly degrading, mild choking, fighting

Word Count: 6.6k

Anon Request I Anbu Bimbo 1

“C’mere Bunny.”

Kakashi stands in the middle of the Anbu locker room curling his finger at you, beckoning you over. With an obedient head nod you step forward, knowing all eyes are on you.

“Yes Captain?”

Kakashi’s hand grabs the back of your head and pulls you into him in a searing kiss. He does this all the time now. Ever since the first time you hooked up, Kakashi’s thirst for your kindness has been insatiable, even months later. He’s also been very public about it. You thought he’d be secretive with his lust for you but his behavior is quite the opposite. He has no concern being seen with an airhead such as yourself which makes you happy. 

You’re not sure if you’re dating or if you’re just following orders, but you do know you’re no longer allowed to go on dates. And the things you used to do for other men are forbidden, unless they are for Kakashi. “Sharing you is off limits," he says over and over again. He’s claimed you, yet you’re still uncertain as to what’s actually going on. Not understanding the situation isn’t exactly new for you, however. It's just that this time, something tells you Kakashi is unsure too.

Meanwhile, you’re still at the locker room’s center, Kakashi’s teeth digging into your bottom lip when he spins you around and slams you into the metal doors. You pant and moan, your body pinned against his. He breaks the spellbinding kiss for a moment to stare down at you, “Join me in the shower, Bun?”

With swollen lips you silently nod, allowing him to drag you by the hand to the opposite side of the room where he strips you naked and pushes you up against the tile, his lips back on yours. 

“Fuck, I missed you while I was away.” he groans between kisses.  

“You missed me?”

“Turn around f’me.”

You do as he asks and no sooner has your chest brushed against the cold tile than his entire length plummets into your anxious core. The intrusion immediately makes your chest flutter. The sensation of him inside you creates feelings you don’t understand. You want more but you don’t know what more is. 

He aggressively beats into you, frenzied strokes that cause your cheek to slap against the wall. You lift your hand to brace yourself but the strength of his ministrations is unparalleled. “Captain…” but the sentence dies on your tongue. You can’t remember what you were going to say. You’re too lost by the way he plunders into the treasure between your legs to form complete thoughts.

He pounds into you harder, pushing up against your cervix in punishing thrusts while one of his hands closes around your throat. Immediately your walls grip around him, your legs shaking from the intensity of your release. But he holds you up, continuing to pump inside you. He can’t help himself, you’re like a real live sex doll, always warm and wet, ready for him to conquer. He never thought he could be attracted to you but the way your eyes look at him and the way you take his cock, makes him forget that you only have 3 brain cells. 

He slows his pace, slamming up into you with punctuated strokes as he spills his seed inside of you. “Fuck, Bunny.” slam “ Why do you-” slam “have to-” slam “feel so good?” slam

The moan that tumbles from his mouth into your ear leaves you quivering, a shaky breath is all that fills the sudden silence between you two. 

With commanding hands, Kakashi grabs your jaw and spins you back around, kissing you once more. That insatiable thirst continuously possesses him, making his ache for you nonstop. He pulls you both under the water’s spray and finally lets you rinse off while the normal drum of locker room activity filters in. 

“So you really missed me, Captain?”

“I don’t like leaving you alone. I don’t know what you’ll get into.”

“I just train and go on missions.”

“And do whatever people tell you to do.”

“I only do what you and my squad captain tell me to do.”

“I’m well aware.” he says with a nibble to your neck, unable to leave your body alone.

Truth is, Kakashi’s been growing weary of your captain. Ever since this arrangement with you began, Aoi’s been acting weird. He requires more practice hours with you, has been taking longer missions and he’s been ending drills well after Kakashi’s left the building. He suspects Captain Aoi is intentionally keeping you apart. 

Your soft cries as he sucks against the skin of your throat make his endowment twitch. He yearns for another round but he has things to get to. He can’t cancel his responsibilities to spend the day with you yet again. 

He’s been doing that a lot over the past couple months. This need for you drives him insane at times, tempting him to abandon all his engagements just for you. He thinks about being between your thighs often, sometimes demanding you to spend the night at his place. You basically live with him between missions. It’s rather enjoyable cause you cuddle close to him, your soft skin pressed to his during the night. He doesn’t feel so alone in the world when you’re in his house. In fact, it feels more like home when you’re there. Especially when you wake to him drawing shapes on your skin and immediately offer to make him breakfast. He mourns you leaving his bed but loves sneaking up behind you in the kitchen. He’ll wrap his arms around your waist, cradling your body and squeezing whatever parts of you he feels like. Sometimes he bends you over the counter, ruining your efforts to cook, just so he can grab what he’s actually hungry for. Whether it’s his face between your thighs or his measure shoved between your folds, he takes and he takes, knowing you’ll give him whatever he wants. 

Just like now, you stand in his shower stall, glued to his front, moaning for him while the rest of the Anbu forces listen in. You’re too stupid to notice what the others think or even realize you should care. They just smile and play nice cause they understand you don’t know any better. You follow orders, never thinking for yourself, and assuming the best in everyone else. Sometimes he feels guilty about it but then he sees you looking at him and the blood, along with his contrition, drains from his brain and routes south. 

“Bunny, my team has a long mission soon. I want you on it.”

“You want to work with me?”

“I can’t go two months without you.”

“But what if you don’t like working with me?”

“Your entire team will be coming. They know how to handle you.”

There’s a small bit of hurt on your face but he can tell you’re hanging onto the part where he said he can’t go without you. Which he can’t. Your presence which once drove him mad now brings him happiness. 

“Okay, but only if my Captain clears it.” you say, eyes dropping down to his collarbone. 

“I’ll make sure he does.” he says with a kiss to your forehead.

After your shower Kakashi kisses you adieu and hunts down your team leader. 

“Hey Aoi.”

“Hi.”

“I’m requesting Team Tokei come on our two month mission in a week.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Excuse me?”

“No. I know exactly why you want us to go and it's a waste of village resources.”

“You know my reasoning, huh? Let’s hear it.”

“You want your little fuck toy with you. It’s a disgrace what you’re doing. It’s sickening enough to watch you manipulate her. I’m not letting you drag my whole team into your sex games, too.”

“Manipulating her?”

“I know you ordered her to ‘comfort you between missions.’ She doesn’t know better.”

“Perhaps I need someone with four chakra natures.”

“Why do you need her four when you have five?”

“Perhaps what I have planned will require us to split up. Plus, I don’t know how to manage her on the field. I can’t bring her along without her team to back her up.”

“Then you must not be a very good captain.”

“Watch it. I have more seniority than you and I will use it if I have to.”

“Then I’ll just tell Lord Hiruzen about your perverted locker room time.”

“He won’t believe you.”

“He’ll believe her.”

“Don’t you dare use her against me.” The snarl that seethes from Kakashi’s throat surprises even him.

“Struck a nerve, did I? How would you feel if I took advantage of her the way you do?”

“Touch her and I’ll end you.”

“So you know what you’re doing is wrong.”

“She’s mine.”

“Yet she’s not your girlfriend. Meaning you have no claim over her. At least I’d respect her enough not to parade her in front of the entire Anbu forces.”

Kakashi’s jaw tightens beneath his mask. He’s not sure if you’d listen to your team captain over him. What if Aoi tries to pull the same excuse and have you ‘comfort’ him? Would you oblige?

“So you’re saying you want to have an inappropriate relationship with your subordinate.”

“No more inappropriate than what you’re doing.”

“You’re her direct supervisor.”

“And as such I’m trying to save her reputation from the mockery you’re making of her. She’s talented. Just cause you’re unable to see her worth doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve to be treated with dignity.”

“She seems perfectly fine with how I treat her.”

“She doesn’t know better.”

Kakashi rushes up on Aoi, sticking his finger to Aoi’s chest, “If I find out you so much as touched her, I’ll ruin you. That’s a promise.”

“Bring it on ‘Friend Killer’.”

Kakashi shoulder checks him on his way out. “Team Tokei will be joining Team Ro on this mission,” he calls over his shoulder. “You can’t count on that.”

The next day you join your squad for training. They greet you and you greet them back, then your captain clears his throat, calling you by name and leading you to the corner of the training grounds.

“Good Morning, Captain. Am I in trouble?”

“No, you’re not in trouble, however, I do need to ask you to discontinue following Kakashi’s orders.” Your face falls and it visibly pains him to see you worried.

“Why? Is he not allowed to command me?”

“He is, but not like this.”

“What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

You feel conflicted. Lots of men have called you sweetheart but Kakashi doesn’t like that. He gets mad when he hears men calling you that. “So then why do I have to stop if I’m not doing anything wrong?”

“Because Kakashi is wrong. He shouldn’t be asking you to do the things he’s asking. He’s not your captain.”

“So I should be doing that for you?”

Aoi’s cheeks get visibly red. “No, sweetie.” he coughs, “heavens, if we did that it’d be behind closed doors, not in the fucking locker room in front of the entire crew.”

“So I am supposed to do that with you.” your eyes light with clarity before they fall with confusion again.

“No, you’re not supposed to do that with any captain.”

“But I thought you said I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“No, I- gosh, how do I put this?” His hand raises to the back of his head. “Sex, isn’t something you do with your boss, or anyone ranked higher than you. It was wrong of Kakashi to ever ask you to do that.” 

“Then why would he ask me to do it? And why has no one told me to stop?”

“I’m telling you to stop.”

“Oh, okay.” You sound disappointed but you don’t wanna break the rules. You go to walk away and join your teammates when Aoi grabs your hand. 

“And just so you know,” he runs his thumb along your knuckles, “you deserve a lot better.”

“What do you mean?”

“You deserve someone who respects you and treats you nice. Not someone who spent their entire life yelling at you and tried to get you thrown out of the Anbu.”

Your eyes fall to the ground. “Oh.” It’s all you can say while his words soak in, their weight creating a downward spiral of realization. “Umm, Captain? May I please leave for a moment?”

“Of course.” he kisses the back of your hand before you hurry away. 

Your emotions begin to climb and you need to find somewhere to hide before they come all the way out. There's a small patch of trees off to the side of the field. It’s not perfect but it’ll have to do because the cry that’s threatening to surface is here. 

You sink down against the trunk of the thickest tree, your broken sob racking your chest. Knees tucked up to your face, you hide your features behind them as your arms hug them close. You know Kakashi never liked you but you didn’t know he tried to get you kicked out of the Anbu. And is what Aoi said true? That even now, Kakashi doesn’t respect you? You thought you were making him happy. He said he missed you and that he can’t go without you. Does he still hate you for being dumb? Your shoulders shake with sadness, not knowing how to feel. All you know is that your chest hurts. It feels all tight and it’s hard to breathe. These past few months have felt like you were walking on clouds and now your feet have fallen through and you’re crashing towards the ground.

“Hey! I think someone’s crying over here!” an unfamiliar voice calls. 

You wonder who else is crying besides you. Maybe you can be sad together. But then the footsteps come closer and the little boy standing in front of you isn’t crying, in fact he seems quite happy. 

“Hi “, you greet meekly.

“Hello! I’m Rock Lee!”

“Hi, Lee. Nice to meet you.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Lots of reasons. But I need to go back to training.” you say, looking over your shoulder

“Yes! Training is very important. I am training to get into the ninja academy.”

“Well I hope you make it. It wasn’t easy but it made me strong.”

“You’re an Anbu. That is amazing! But you are sad? When I am sad, my papa tells me to splash cold water on my face and try again.”

“He sounds like a smart man.” you say with a quivering lip, wishing you could be just as smart.

“So you should go do that.”

“Okay.” you say with a hiccup as you stand. You wave goodbye to the young boy and head towards your locker room, sniffling along the way. 

You enter headquarters and walk down the stairs towards the back of the building. At the end of the hall you enter the double doors and go straight for the sinks. 

“Bunny?”

His voice causes fresh tears to start streaming again as you walk past Kakashi.

“Bun, what happened? Tell me. Why are you crying?

Your lip trembles as you look at him. “Do you still hate me?” you can’t stop the question from popping out. You need to know.

“What? No, Bunny. I don’t hate you. Why would you ask that?”

“Then why does Captain Aoi say you don’t respect me? He says you tried to get me kicked out of the Anbu.”

“Captain Aoi said this? He upset you.” the anger in Kakashi’s voice is unmistakable.

“He said what you’re asking me to do is wrong.”

Kakashi pulls you into his chest, cradling your head. “You listen to me, Bun, I’m not letting Aoi come between us. You’re mine.”

“But you don’t respect me.” you hiccup, tears streaming from your cheeks.

Kakashi growls, cause no, he doesn’t, not really, but he also can’t stand being without you. Your presence in his bed heals him. He needs you. All the time. Even now it’s hard for him to not kiss you and make you feel better. “I cherish you Bunny. Please, understand.”

“And did you really try to get me kicked out of the Anbu?”

His grip on you tightens. “On your first day. But not since.” 

“So you do hate me.”

“No, not anymore. Please, Bunny. Please don’t be upset. It’s in the past. I’m even requesting you for a mission.”

“So that you can have sex. Not because you need my skills.” Your words come out all choked up and he hates it. 

“Please baby, please stop crying.” He goes to kiss you but you pull away. “Bunny. Don’t do this.”

“Do what, listen to my captain?”

He falls to his knees, trying to get in your line of sight. “Bunny, look at me. Please, don’t end this.”

“I have to.” you cry, hurting all over.

“How do I make it up to you? How do I win you back?” His hands clutch your forearms so hard you feel them bruise under his grip.

“I don’t know. I just wanna go train. Please, let me go.”

“NO!” Kakashi feels panicked. He never thought you’d wise up. He never thought you’d end things and now that you are it pangs the center of his chest. He doesn’t care that he’s literally on his knees begging you. He can’t lose this. You’re the only one that has made him feel any real happiness. He pretends that it’s nothing more but now that he might lose you he can’t hide from what he feels anymore.

“Get off your knees Kakashi”  

A deep voice comes from the entrance of the locker room. “YOU!” Kakashi jumps to his feet and runs over to Aoi, holding a kunai to his throat. “You did this to her!”

“She deserves respect, Kakashi. Not the bullshit you’ve been pulling for the past four months.”

“You’re only saying that cause you’re jealous.”

“I’m saying that cause you’re wrong and this has gone too far!”

“She’s mine!”

“She’s not! She’s her own person. Leave her alone!”

You watch from the wall, terrified. You don’t want either of them to get hurt. You didn’t ask for this. “Please stop fighting!” you shriek. 

“Stay out of this, Bunny. I’m doing this for us.”

“But there is no us, there was only orders.” you squeak confused by Kakashi’s words. You weren’t dating, were you?

However, your sentence breaks something in Kakashi. The shift is visible in his eyes and Aoi smiles triumphantly. “Looks like you finally get it, Kakashi. It was just orders.”

“Fuck off.” Kakashi snarls as he leaves the locker room. ‘Only orders,’ that’s what you said. You were following orders cause that’s all you do. He let himself believe there was more; that your childhood crush was still there. He believed that he held all the power but really you and your airhead brain were just doing what he asked cause he asked it. It was never real… 

There’s a twisting in Kakashi’s ribcage. A rare and dreaded feeling. He’s felt it four other times. As soon as he’s outside he hits the rooftops, jumping between them till he’s out of the village. Frustration and sadness drive him towards the treeline as he disappears from view.

Back at the locker room Aoi approaches you. “You didn’t have to go tell him you’re no longer seeing him right away.”

“I can’t see him either?”

He sighs, “see him sexually.”

“Oh.” you reply dumbly. “I wasn’t here for that. I just came to put water on my face so I could go back to training. I didn’t know Kakashi would be here.” Your lip quivers as you say his name. 

Aoi pulls you into a hug. “I wish you understood how precious you are.”

“You think so?”

“Yes. You’re strong and talented and beautiful.”

“Yeah, but people always laugh at me.”

“Not me, I’d never laugh at you.”

“Thanks, Captain.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart.”

You still don’t know how you feel about him calling you that name but you guess it’s okay since Kakashi is not supposed to care anymore.

By the end of the week you hold orders from Lord Hiruzen to join Team Ro on a mission to the Hidden Cloud. Your entire squad is gathered in the hallway looking down at their scrolls in disbelief.

“Damnit Kakashi! You know why he’s doing this. It’s to get to her.” Aoi points at you, anger flowing from him.” while everyone’s eyes follow his finger

“I’m sorry Captain.”

He pulls several breaths through his nose before realizing he needs to calm down. “I apologize. I don’t mean to come off angry at you. It’s not your fault.”

“But it is.” you whisper

“No” your teammates start chiming in, giving you hugs. “We do this together and we prove that we’re only there to back up Ro.”

You nod at them, hoping they’re right. 

Your mind is a foggy mess as you go home and pack. You don’t know how to be around Kakashi anymore. He hurt your feelings so deeply this time. You can’t even pretend happiness around him the way you used to. You’ve resorted to avoidance just to keep your head on straight. Now you have two whole months with him. You have no clue how you’re going to survive this with your sanity intact. 

~

Both squads meet at the village gates the next morning, Team Ro acting normal, all except Kakashi who stays quiet till it’s time to give orders. Everyone’s morning greetings and idle chatter are interrupted by his announcement.

“Our destination is the Cloud, but we’ll likely encounter several groups of scouts on our way there. The Land of Lightning knows we’re onto their plans and they’ve been proactively defending their objectives. Be on high alert.”  He looks around at everyone in the group except for you. He can’t bring his eyes to look at yours, not yet. Every time you’ve looked at him, it’s been full of adoration and kindness; what will he do when he looks at you and those feelings aren’t there anymore? A small piece of him will die. So he refuses to look, not till he wins you back. But he’ll have plenty of opportunities now that you’re forced on a mission together. He just needs to find the right time. 

“Let’s go” he commands with his back turned. And just like that, he launches into the trees.

It’s two days later and Aoi has been annoyingly close to you. Kakashi hates it. His eyes flit over to you more often than they should and linger on you when your back is turned. 

“Just talk to her.” Tenzo encourages.

“She won’t hear what I have to say. She’s the kind of girl who needs action. She understands those better than words.”

“Look at you trying to speak her language. Never thought I’d see you stressed out over That one.”

“I never did either.” Kakashi speaks through his teeth, his eyes narrowing on Aoi. 

“You can’t blame him for standing up for her.”

“I can and I will. When we get to our target, she’s going to help me destroy the weapons facility. I want her to know I trust her and I believe in her.”

“That’s a big step for you.”

“Well I looked into their team. They’re actually performing very well and I’ve read their reports, she’s the main reason why.”

“Cause Aoi knows how to use her effectively.”

“Exactly. And if he can do it, then so can I.”

“Sounds like you have a plan.”

“Always.”

“Then I wish you luck.”

“Thanks, but I won’t need it.”

Tenzo pats Kakashi on the back as he gets up. Kakashi then strides closer to you, craving your presence. He knows he shouldn’t bother you but he can't stop himself from approaching you. You stiffen, feeling uncomfortable with him so close while he takes a seat, his hand resting on your knee. “I miss you.”

Your skin pebbles at his touch. “You miss the sex.”

“No” he breathes deeply, “ I miss you.” He doesn’t say anything else. He sits there for a second, struggling to remove his hand from your leg. Finally finding the strength to leave you alone, he kisses your head before he gets up and walks away, the interaction leaving you speechless.

~

They come for your group in the night. Cloud ninja, this far into the Land of Fire. You feel panicked. You don’t have a battle plan and no one gave you orders, Aoi hasn’t woken up yet. Fighting for your life, you dodge their shurriken but then you see them charging towards your team with swords, ambushing them as they sleep. Quickly you make hand signs. 

“Earth style! Swamp!”

Your hands slam down on the forest floor and turn the ground into mud-like quicksand around the ninjas wielding their katana. 

“What the-? Who’s doing this?” one of them calls in confusion.

“I don’t know. Are you sure we didn’t accidentally walk into something-”

“No you doofus, it’s her!” The angry red-haired girl points at you from several meters away. More men charge forward so you spread your jutsu to their feet, stopping them in their tracks. 

You shout for your teammates to make sure you’re okay when you hear the singing of Kakashi’s chidori. 

“No you fucking don’t! Not my girl!” he shouts as he runs towards you. You look over your shoulder to see a man swinging his katana through the air. For a second you almost break your jutsu but if you do, your team will get massacred. You close your eyes and concentrate, trusting Kakashi to take care of it. 

There’s a sinister crackle of chakra followed by a grunt and a thud. The katana clatters to the ground, it’s blade slicing a bit of your shoulder as it falls. You wince and immediately Kakashi is at your side. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just need directions. Tell me what to do.”

“What jutsu do you know?”

“A lot. I can do Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind natures. Pick a jutsu and I’ll do it.”

“You know that many?”

“I might not know 1,000 but I got 134 of them. Please, just tell me what to do.” your eyes are wild with fear. 

Kakashi stares at you amazed. He read your team’s reports and saw that you used ten different jutsu which was already impressive enough, 134 jutsu is incredible. Kakashi’s surprised Orochimaru hasn’t tried to abduct you yet. Though if word of the exact number of jutsu you know reaches him, he just might. Kakashi looks around. There’s not enough water for you to use any water based jutsu which would be ideal against lightning nature, the only other nature that’s opposite to lighting is… “Set it ablaze.”

“What? We’re in the forest!”

“Set it ablaze, Bunny.”

“Kashi, we could start a forest fire.” you whisper with urgency

“I’ll contain it with a mud wall and smother it.”

You nod at him, lifting one hand, the other remains against the ground, holding the swamp jutsu in place. Kakashi’s eyes study you in amazement. “Can I borrow your other hand? I need it to make the tiger sign.”

He reaches his hand forward allowing you to weave your fingers between his to create the signs for phoenix flower jutsu. One hand still controlling the earth while the other is in front of your mouth as you blow balls of flames across the forest. You are not only demonstrating control of two jutsu simultaneously but you are commanding two totally different chakra natures at once. In the world of the shinobi, that makes you a genius. 

Kakashi looks forward again, weaving signs before slamming his own hands to the ground. “Earth style! Mud Wall!”

Several gigantic slabs rise from the ground behind the Cloud ninja and push their burning bodies together. They try to fight it but none of them can command water style, it’s too far away from their lightning nature. Kakashi creates a perfect box made of earth with your foe tucked neatly inside, their souls sure to be separated from their bodies by this point. 

“There, it’s done.”

You look at him and nod. “Thank you, Captain.”

Kakashi looks at you, his mouth dry as he searches for the words. He doesn’t know how to express what he feels. All he knows is that he’s feeling a lot. Wonder at how incredible you are, relief that you weren’t hurt, sadness that he can’t kiss you, cause damn, he wants to kiss you. 

“Great work solider!” one of your teammates buts in before Kakashi can put together the words. 

“Yeah, amazing work! You saved us again.” Aoi praises.

But this is where Kakashi feels his blood run cold. “Where were you Aoi?! She could’ve died!”

“That’s the job Kakashi. We do it cause we’re the best but we all know that there's a risk of not coming back.”

“You’d really be that reckless with her life?!”

“Kakashi, we were ambushed. Some of our men didn’t wake up till those Cloud ninja started screaming. It has nothing to do with being reckless. She’s an Anbu, one of our most talented. Don’t disrespect her capabilities by treating her like she needs saving.”

He wants to yell. He badly wants to yell, to steal you away. His eyes look at you and then at Aoi, flames practically coming from his pupils. He swallows and then turns on his heel, jumping up into the trees and dashing away to go chidori literally anything.

“Wait! Kakashi!” you call, seeing him distressed. Your captain puts his arm on your uninjured shoulder, “let him cool off.”

“He saved me. I need to make sure he’s okay.”

“You’re being too nice.”

“Let her go, Aoi.” Tenzo calls. “She’s just what Kakashi needs right now.”

“After all he’s done to her recently, you’re seriously going to take his side!”

But their shouting becomes muffled noise as you run tree branch to tree branch, leaving them behind and searching for Kakashi. There’s a fallen tree ahead that’s way too green to have fallen naturally. You come to a stop and sure enough, at its base is Kakashi, his fist glowing with his favorite jutsu. You hop down next to him, landing lightly by his side. 

“Kashi?”

He spins and looks at you, tears leaking from his mismatched eyes. “Bunny?”

“Are you okay?”

“No. I’m not okay.” he answers bluntly, his hands grabbing your face, his eyes searching your appearance. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I miss you Bun. I really miss you. And tonight when that guy…”

“You called me your girl.” you interrupt. He’s taken aback by your recollection of the small detail. “Isn’t that what you said to that Cloud ninja before he tried to stab me?”

There’s a smile below Kakashi’s mask. “Yes. That’s what I called you.” he says through his tears.

“But… you said I was a liability.”

“I was wrong, Bunny. You’re amazing. I never knew it but you may be one of the best ninja the Leaf has ever produced.”

“And you don’t respect me.” you whisper looking down again.

“I do, Bun, I really do. Maybe not before but” he pulls in air through his nose “I really fucking miss you. Please believe me.”

Your watery eyes shine up at him, unsure. “How do I know you mean it?”

“I’ll show you.” Absent-mindedly his hand hovers over your shoulder and you feel a faint warmth. That's when you realize he started healing you while he continues to speak. “We’re on this mission for two months, I’ll do whatever it takes to win you back. I want you, only you.”

“Will it be like before?”

“Will I be able to keep my hands off you? No, that part won’t change. But I don’t want you to be with me because of orders, I want you to be with me because you’re my girlfriend.”

“You’d want to date me?”

“Yes Bunny. You make me happy.”

A smile comes over your face. “You mean that?”

“Yes, for fucks sake, yes. Now can I please kiss you?” You nod happily and he yanks down his mask ready to consume your lips. When he coldies with your mouth there’s a whine in his throat. It’s needy and possessive, matching the way his hands grab you. He falls to his knees, pulling you down on top of his lap, holding you close to him as his tongue licks through your cavern. 

His chest blooms with happiness. Unstoppable joy. Then you start to clench while straddling his legs igniting a fire in him, but this time it’s not about getting himself off, it’s about pleasuring you. 

Kakashi lays you down in the grass and pulls off your pants. You sit up to stop him. “Trust me.” he whispers in your ear. You nod and let him resume. 

He lowers his face between your legs and licks a fat stripe up your sex. You gasp and try to scootch away but he weaves signs that cause vines to grab you by the wrists and pin them to the ground. You’re distracted by the restraints around his wrists while his arms hook around your thighs and his tongue resumes its musings.  

He points it and sinks between your folds, groaning at your sweet taste finally back in his mouth. Fuck he missed this. You pant for him, wiggling in his hold. Then he traps your clit in his mouth and begins to suck on it hard. You gasp, followed by a moan. Hips drawing circles as you grind into him, a smile forming on his face. Your delicate little nerve bundle gets stuck between his teeth and immediately you begin squirming and panting again. He sucks harder, petting the bulb with his tongue while you thrash on the ground, kicking out your legs. 

“Kashi, it’s too much!”

He moans against your core, drooling while he plays. After he releases you, he licks the slick from your hole and brings it up to the apex of your sex before biting down again. He repeats this pattern over and over till you feel lightheaded. His fingers slip into your slit while he continues to torture the tiny bulb between his teeth, leaving you screaming in pleasure. 

“Quite Bunny” he taunts, “what if the enemy find us.”

“They’ll think you’re already killing me.” you gasp

“Do you want me to stop?”

The fearful look on your face says it all. He laughs and goes back down on you, continuing to feast on your core while you writhe in his arms. Your entire body tenses before you begin to shake, your hips pushing into his face as he guzzles the arousal gushing from your folds.

You fall limp, small tremors coursing through your legs as the aftershocks of your orgasm come in waves. 

The vines around your wrists release and Kakashi lays down at your side, holding you to his chest. He closes his eyes, feeling at peace for the first time all week. “I missed you” he whispers.

“You keep saying that.” you whisper back. 

“Because it’s true. I didn’t realize how much happiness you bring me till you were gone.”

“Do I bring you happiness outside of sex?”

Kakashi sits up and then decides to grab your pants before helping you to your feet. “Yes. Being around you feels like home. That’s the best way I can describe it.”

After pulling the fabric over your rear, you reach out your hands to cover Kakashi’s, stroking them lightly. “Kakashi?”

“Yes baby?”

“You feel like home to me too.”

The two of you begin to head back to camp, walking slowly.

 “Bunny, when we get back, can we share a sleeping bag? I don’t wanna be apart from you.”

“In front of both of our teams?”

“I don’t care what it looks like.” he kisses your temple, “I only care how it feels.”

“Oh. Okay then. Is that why you used to kiss me in the locker room?”

“Yes. I’ve never cared how it looks. I feign for you. From the first time we kissed, I haven’t been able to stop myself. Not when it comes to you.”

“I like that.” the admission slips

“You do?”

“Yes. You pushed me away for a long time. Now you miss me when I’m gone. I like that you changed.”

You come to a run, returning to camp in silence as you jump through the trees. When as you come up to the site he clears his throat. “Thank you for waiting for me all those years.”

“You're welcome.”

Both of you come to a stop at the clearance. He holds out his hand, guiding you over to his sleeping mat. After unzipping it, he gets in and leaves space for you to crawl in next to him. His arms twine around you, holding you, spooning your back against his chest, feeling how your rear presses into him. It’s blissful. 

When his eyes look up, he sees a disapproving Aoi glaring back at him. Sitting on a tree trunk next to him is a smiling Tenzo. 

“And by the way baby,” he whispers in your ear, “If you let Aoi come between us again, I’ll kill him.”

“Okay” you say sleepily, wiggling in his arms.

“And if you keep rubbing your ass against my dick like that, I’m going to stuff the one inside the other. I don’t care who sees. Got it?”

“Yes Kashi.” you yawn before humming happily as you fall asleep. 

Kakashi looks up from you and back at Aoi. The two men glare at each other with Kakashi flipping him the bird before kissing your hair and falling asleep behind you. 

The next morning Kakashi wakes early to your perfect ass rubbing against his erection. One look at his surroundings and he can see everyone else is still asleep from the night before. Kakashi, pushes down your pants and pulls out his throbbing appendage. He rubs it between your thighs, coating it in slick before he presses it up into your unsuspecting folds. 

You gasp as you wake up, but his hand is quick to cover your mouth. “Shh, everyone’s sleeping.”

“Kashi, what’re you doing?”

“Treating my favorite Bunny. She deserves another reward after last night.”

You groan in pleasure but he covers your mouth again while he rolls you onto your stomach so that he;s mounting you from behind. Skillfully he glides into you while you’re lifting your ass to increase his angle. He rests the weight of his hands on the dip of your spine as he raises his own hips, sliding in and out of your sloppy entrance. The squelch is loud and his balls smack into the wet mess even louder.

“Filthy girl, you want us to get caught.” he whispers into your ear as the sounds of your connecting bodies cut through the quiet morning. You whine below him, moaning into the pillow to muffle your pleasure while he continues to sheath himself inside of you. Your body shakes with anticipation, ready for the inevitable orgasm that threatens to rip through you.

“No daddy, I don’t want to get caught. What if we wake them up?” 

He grunts, savoring the sound of your voice calling him that name. “Then we give them a show.” A deep growl interrupts his thoughts. “Get ready Bunny,” he whispers one more time, “I’m no where close to being done with you.”

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Hi! I follow both of your pages and love your writing! I wanted to know do you/ would you write for other jjk or Naruto characters (cough cough Nanami)

Lmao! We love a girlie with a vision 😁

I don’t write for other Naruto characters though, I have a soft spot for Gaara and Shikamaru. If I were to break the rules it’d be for them, even though I like older men.

However, I am deeply considering writing Nanami into my current series Mean, Rich, and Mine. I’m a bit of a Type A personality so I like my pages to be consistent, but the JJK men are just sooo yummy, villains and protagonists alike. Sometimes I have to fight the urge to write for Todo, Gojo, and Nanami. In fact, the first JJK smut plot I thought of was for Todo. Becoming His Queen was the second plot I developed, which is my best story so I’m happy with my choice to post it instead.

I might write a heroes series once my Sukuna hyper fixation wears off, but in the mean time they’ll remain guest stars in my villain stories. Nevertheless, you may see Nanami soon in Mean, Rich, and Mine. If not, I may save that same idea and write it into Escape with the Cursed King since I have some crazy stuff lined up for that one. Sukuna is going to Pop. Off. in chapter 17 and 18 which would be a perfect time for Nanami to enter.

Thanks for reaching out!

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Hiii love your work

Thank you so much! My summer classes are kicking my butt these past two weeks so I’m posting some pre-written material on my Sukuna page. I’ll get back to the requests on this page soon. In the interim, feel free to check out Mean, Rich & Mine.

Thank you for your patience!

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Marked for You Pt. 7

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: You run to rescue Jin from the Ishikozume and nothing goes as planned. The only one who can keep you safe is the one you left behind.

Warnings: NSFW, gore, mentions of rape and trafficking, oral male receiving, fingering, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: The last part is here! I might do an epilogue at another time if I feel inclined, but for now, I have other requests that require my attention. Thank you for joining me on this little adventure. :)

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The Ishikozume have Jin. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, they have Jin! Fuuuck! I need to tell Kakashi. But they said to come alone. What do I do? You pace the room, biting your knuckle.

If you tell Kakashi, he’s going to stop you. He’d happily risk Jin’s life, especially if it meant saving yours. That’s not fair. Jin’s only in this mess cause of me. 

The Ishikozume want revenge on Kakashi so to get to him they go through you. But, they knew to get to you they’d have to go through Jin… they’ve been watching me this entire time. 

Your stomach coils. This is so bad. You barely got to explore whatever it was that you had with Jin before he became the target of a deadly gang. What’s worse is you just decided to give things with Kakashi a try. You can’t break up with a guy who got abducted for you. Fuck!  Panic floods you. You’re not going there alone. No way in hell you’re dumb enough to do that. But maybe…

You stride over to your stationary and grab a pen and paper. Just as you hear the shower faucet squeak on, you begin scribbling. In the background the sounds of Kakashi stepping into the tub and tugging the curtain closed tell you that the hourglass to get to Jin has begun. After double checking the location pinned beneath the threat on your phone, you jot down the coordinates. Quickly, you slip on your rain boots, gifted to you by Kakashi, before grabbing a jacket and baseball cap. You fist your keys, letting each one stick out between your knuckles like a weapon and then look back at your note. 

Please see it when you get out and come for me right away… we’re counting on you.

With a deep, steadying breath you slip out of your apartment and run, needing as much of a head start as you can get so you reach Jin before Kakashi can stop you. 

The jog to Jin’s place is frantic. You keep traveling down wrong roads and dead ends. You’ve barely learned this city and you’ve never been to Jin’s house; you certainly didn’t expect this to be your first time. 

Repeatedly checking your pin in comparison to his, you know you’re getting close. Just a few more feet and… presto. This must be it. 

With a shaking hand your fingers stretch out to grasp the knob of the door in front of you. Kakashi, please be right behind me. When you twist, the door opens. 

You step into the home, the lights dark. But his phone said he was here. You fear you’re in the wrong house when the door slams shut behind you. A shriek of terror expels from your windpipe with a flip of the light switch. Suddenly, what you ow see is a living room, is suddenly illuminated. Yellow walls with wooden floors. A modest three-cushion couch on the far side, just below decorative scrolls, and at its center is Jin. 

“Jin!” You start to run towards him to untie where his wrists are bound behind his back but a strong pair of hands grab your arms and yank you down. 

For a moment, relief soars through your veins, Kakashi’s here, however, then the most chilling laugh grounds you. Your eyes peel off of Jin’s terrified face and look around to see a man with rough, greasy skin, his forehead creased from anger but an amused smile crinkling the lines near his eyes. This is someone who enjoys causing pain.

 A primal fear kicks in. You yank your arms, trying to run however, his hands tighten in response. He throws you to the ground. You grunt on impact, the wind gets knocked from your chest without your hands to catch the fall. Even your jaw hits the sealed wooden floors, leaving the beginnings of a nice bruise on the tip of your chin. 

“Let us go!” you demand as you feel thick rope slip around your wrists.

“Just do what they ask. If we cooperate, maybe they’ll let us go!” 

Jin gives a weary glance at the nin standing next to him but then looks back at you in earnest. 

“Easy for you to say. You’re not a woman, Jin. They won’t do to you what they’ll do to me.”

“Hush, both of you!” The man kneeling behind you drags your body over to the nearest wall and props your back up against it. He keeps you separated from Jin, preventing you from coordinating an escape. Then your captor squats down next to you, petting your face, his own uncomfortably close to yours. You can smell the tang of his breath with each heavy exhale, the tips of his fingers violating your skin with their predatory touch. “This one’s a real gem.”

“Don’t hurt her!” Quickly you hear a smack followed by Jin’s cry.

Your captor husks out a laugh before refocusing on you. “I think we should keep her once we’re done.”

“Fuck that! You see her. She’s gonna be worth a fortune. We need money if we’re going to ring in any new recruits.” 

Your blood curdles. They’re gonna sell you after they use you as bait to ambush Kakashi. 

“Can’t we play with her a little before we do that?”

Your eyes bulge in their sockets, panic sweeping over your skin once more. You look over at the other ninja standing next to Jin. Your eyes fall to your ‘almost boyfriend’ who looks noticeably more calm than you feel. 

With a derisive sigh the gang member ignores his partner's request. “Just load her up. We need to get moving. We’ll leave the note for tomorrow’s meeting place and take out that fucking Copy Douchebag Ninja once and for all.”

Get moving… Kakashi, where are you?

The two men casually gather up their limited belongings when a thought suddenly makes you run cold. Two. There’s two of them. Kakashi said they work in threes. Where’s the…

Your eyes lock onto Jin, horror filling the lines of your face as the corners of Jin’s lips lift. Sweet, warm, butterflies in your stomach, Jin. 

“I think somebody’s figured it out.” he taunts. 

Standing up and tearing out of his bindings, Jin marches over to you and squats down beside his buddy. The two of them cage you in. His hand reaches towards you, his pointer finger hooking your chin before swiping your lower lip with his thumb. 

“You’re right, she’s beautiful. If Kakashi hadn’t been such a cock block I could’ve fucked her willingly. Now I'll never get that chance.”

The insides of your abdomen twist. Dread sinks your stomach as you shrink from Jin’s touch. Kakashi was right. How did he know? Is it just his ninja instincts or did he catch something he didn’t want to tell you?

“Come on babe, it’s time to get moving.”

“No!” you wiggle in your restraints, trying to move away from them but Jin grabs you and hauls you over his shoulder. “No! Kakashi! Kakashi, where are you?!” You’re screaming in sheer terror.

“Kakashi, Kakashi!” Jin mocks, “Where is your dog? Half of me thought he was going to come even with our warning. At least we know our little bird here listens to directions.”

“Yes, that’ll add to her value too. Isn’t. That. Right?” The ninja who tied you up punctuates his statement with little taps to your forehead. You squirm in Jin’s clutches to which he chuckles before saying, “Let’s go.”

You shriek again, the sound piercing through the room like a sonic boom. A heavy hand is more than happy to shut you up with a striking blow to your face. You whimper and cry at the pain. 

“I don’t mind ruining your value, little bird. Make our job harder and I’ll do just-”

BOOM!

Dust fills the air, creating a fog that you can’t see through; all you know is suddenly you’re on the ground. The lights flicker from the destruction, creating strobe-like outlines of fighting men. Ringing deafens your ears. Male voices are shouting, but you can’t hear a word they’re saying. Then, out of the smoke, one of the gang members approaches you…the one who had pretended to guard Jin. He grabs your bicep. You can’t hear his next words, but you can read the message from his lips, ‘you’re coming with me.’ Then, as he yanks you, it clicks; he’s here, Kakashi came for me.

A renewed energy lights your fire. The gang member yanks you to your feet. As soon as you're upright, you rip your arm out of his hand and run. Feet pressing into the floor, you bolt towards what you think is the door before your chin meets the ground again, this time all but ensuring you’ll have a giant shiner on your jaw. As your face is pressed into the floor, the ringing subsides and your hearing opens up. 

“Think that’s funny, huh? Brave now that your boyfriend’s here?”

“Kakashi!” you scream praying he can hear you and his ears aren’t ringing like yours were. 

The Ishikozume man flips you over, “Calling your lover, eh? How do you think he’ll like a little show?” Suddenly, the man’s weight feels like a boulder. You know exactly what show he’s implying, and you thrash like your life depends on it. It doesn’t matter how many cuts and bruises scrape your bound arms in the process; you’re not going to let this happen. 

Your terror reaches a new level when a shadow appears behind your attacker and, mid-scream, blood spurts into your mouth, killing the sound on impact. You blink and suddenly tears stream down your face. Kakashi is before you, his hand bursting through the chest of your attacker before he kicks the fresh corpse off of you. Your eyes shine up at him, admiring his battle face. His headband is now pulled up, revealing a red eye surrounded by scarred skin; that must be his fabled sharingan. It’s beautiful and deadly…he’s deadly… and he saved you.

“Hold on baby, give me one second.”

He turns around and you want to beg him not to leave your side but a terrifying blue lighting radiates from his hand. What is this power? This is witchcraft, is it not? Something dangerous, lethal, flows off Kakashi. It’s palpable anger. Hatred in its most raw form. 

He’s going to kill them. Good. 

In a blink, he’s gone, suddenly appearing in front of the man who originally bound your hands. Kakashi’s fist of lightning is shoved through his lower belly, allowing the man’s insides to spill onto the floor. It is disgusting. The smell of fecal matter and iron lingers in the air as blood spews from his mouth. Kakashi doesn’t wait to watch the demise of his enemy; he is too busy hunting down the last one, Jin. 

Your ‘could’ve been lover' shoots arrows made of flames at Kakashi who easily dodges them. Then, fast as Sakura once described, Kakashi’s fingers weave unfamiliar signs and a gigantic ball of water appears around Jin, encasing his entire body. Both Kakashi and Jin’s eyes narrow at each other. 

“I’m going to enjoy watching you suffocate. I want to see both the hope and air drain from your face. I want to see you panic before life fades from your eyes. I want to watch you suffer. That is the price of hurting her.”

Your chest tightens. You’d grab your own heart if you could but these damn ropes are still cutting into the skin around your wrists. The same skin already made delicate from Kakashi’s bullshit yesterday. 

Jin flips Kakashi the bird, and Kakashi spits at Jin in response. Then he walks over to you. Slowly, he glides across the room, his eyes assessing your condition. “Are you okay?”

“No.” you admit in a whisper. You’re terrified, completely shaken, worse than when these men destroyed your home. They had you in their clutches, they tried to cart you away, they almost…

“Hey, I’m here baby. I’m here.” He reaches around and cuts away your ties with his kunai. “I will always protect you. Just promise you’ll never run from me again.”

“I was…” but the protest dies on your lips. You should’ve trusted him. Your stubbornness is half of what got you here. The other half… Your eyes narrow as you glare at Jin. You’re itching to slap him. You wanna burn his cheek the way yours aches, but instead you watch him. His air supply slowly expiring. He’s trying to work his way out of the water prison Kakashi created, but it's not going to work. 

“Drowning is too good of a death for him.”

“Don’t worry baby, I won’t let him drown, I just wanted him to suffer a little before I finish him off.” Your eye flick over to his disemboweled teammate groaning on the floor. “Yes, just like that.”

Your hands claw at Kakashi’s arm, needing him to hold you. You know the threat isn’t over but the scene is too disturbing to face alone. He gives into you, his knees sinking to the floor and cradling you, eyes trained on the man he intends to release just before he can go unconscious. 

While caught in Kakashi's iron-strong embrace, he taunts Jin even while you bury your face into his shoulder. “So, you wanna be like Enemy A or Enemy B, Jin? Do you want a Lightning Blade through your heart so you can shit yourself as you die, or do you want one through your stomach so your shit falls out of your belly button?”

Jin angrily pounds on the watery wall. Bad men never think they’ll die till they actually do. They’re brave right up until the end, letting their warped view of the world shield them from the possibility that karma will catch up to them before their time. Yet, even as his fists make contact with the perimeter of his cell, the life in his eyes begins to fade, his limbs go slack. 

“It’s time, my love; I’ll be right back.”

The cold you feel as Kakashi slips from your arms is inescapable. You can’t stand the idea that he’s no longer holding you. Your eyes follow him as he walks over to his prisoner, never daring to waver. Kakashi weaves more signs, causing the bubble to burst and water to flood the room. A wave of wetness drags the blood and guts of Jin’s teammates along the floor, spreading their filth in your direction. You scamper to your feet, not wanting it to touch you.

As you glare at the disgusting floor under your shoes a high pitched whistle and electrical crackling pull your focus back towards Kakashi’s hand. The blue lightning is back. “Have you made your choice? A or B?”

Jin raises his arm to weave signs as Kakashi lunges, his hand blasting through Jin’s waterlogged stomach. When Kakashi pulls back, fresh spurts of maroon dribble from Jin’s mouth as his insides float in the puddle of water at his feet. Your stomach wretches while Jin falls to his knees. His dying eyes find yours and he mouths the word ‘bitch’ as he falls forward with a splash.

It’s disgusting and brutal. The smell of death isn’t something you wanted to experience again so quickly. From your first encounter with these monsters, you learned what happens to a dead body. It’s an unsettling piece of biology you never needed to know. 

Kakashi’s feet slosh through the room. He flips over the man who had been slowly dying and shoves his lightning blade through the man’s heart, killing him instantly. Then he returns to Jin, fisting his chest and eliminating the last of the terrible Ishikozume gang. They’re dead. All of them. Six at the hands of Kakashi, but no one left to hurt the Land of Fire.

Slowly, Kakashi stands to his full height, his shoulders square off as he turns to you. “It’s done. Now, I’m taking you to the hospital to get checked out.”

Silently, you nod, recognizing you’d benefit from a thorough check. He scoops you in his arms even though you don’t entirely need him to, and he dashes towards the center of the village. Normally, you’d protest about how he’s carrying you, but right now, it feels nice. It’s just what you need. He barges through the double doors, and immediately the on-call medical ninja surround him. He sets you down, allowing your feet to touch the ground. 

Two women step forward and begin examining you, checking your pulse and feeling for your temperature. “Come with us sweetie.” they urge.

“I don’t want to leave him,” you say louder than you mean.

The two women step back and look at Kakashi, nodding before guiding you down the hall. You reach out for Kakashi’s fingers, intertwining them with your own. Your grip on him strengthens before you shuffle your feet after the women, ensuring Kakashi is with you each step of the way. You can’t explain it, but the sudden pull to have him connected to you is all-consuming. You need him, next to you, touching you, protecting you.

It was a long night, full of interviews, statements, and several doctors who came to check in on you. Immediately before your discharge, one of the medical ninja handed you a mirror. You looked at it amazed to see your chin was healed. You could see in real time how they repaired the damaged skin around your wrists, but you didn’t expect their abilities to be able to flush out bruising. With watery eyes, you pass back the mirror and look over at Kakashi, “There, I’m beautiful again.”

“There was never a time you weren’t” he whispers as he leans in to kiss the top of your head. “Now let’s go home.”

The sun threatens to break over the horizon as you stride towards your apartment, holding Kakashi’s arm while you maintain your clasped hands. 

“I’m not taking you to work.” he suddenly blurts out.

“Like I can run a bakery after a night like this.”

“The Anbu have probably already informed your boss. I bet he’s at the bakery now, covering for you.”

“I hope so, I’d hate to leave him hanging.”

“Please think about yourself right now.”

You pause, he’s right, why are you thinking about others after what you just went through? Your mind stills as your eyes drift up to the pink clouds signaling the break of dawn. 

Kakashi guides you home in silence, his strong, protective presence giving you all the peace you need. Even once you step through your front door, you don’t give up his hand. 

“I need to shower.”

“Okay.” He tries to release his fingers when you grip harder. Understanding registers in his eyes, and he nods. You travel together, only disconnecting when it’s time to discard your soiled clothing. The hospital may have healed your scrapes and bruises, but they can’t erase the blood, sweat, and filth that soaked into your garments and skin. The items pool at your feet before you kick them into a pile at the corner of your bathroom. Pulling back the curtain, you turn on the shower and allow the water to heat. 

When you face back towards him, Kakashi’s stunned, his eyes drink you in like a fine wine. Your skin pebbles, watching as his eyes pan up and down, taking in every pore of your canvas. 

Then Kakashi removes his clothing. He unties his headband, setting it down on the counter and revealing that crimson eye of his. Then he removes his mask, exposing his firm lips and the mole on the left corner. Still staring at you, his fingers find the hem of his shirt, pulling at it to reveal an expanse of battle scars littered over perfectly sculpted abdominals. Then, without breaking eye contact, he drops his pants, allowing them to collapse into a puddle at his feet, before sliding them over to join your discarded clothes in the same corner. 

Watching him, your lip finds itself between your teeth before you realize what you’re doing. The action leaves a small smile on Kakashi’s face. He leans in and whispers, “I’m glad you like what you see, my love. It’s all yours.” and then he steps into the shower. 

You follow him, your arms seeking out his touch. It’s the only thing that keeps you calm and makes you feel safe. You need to maintain contact with him at all times; it’s the thread that’s keeping you sane. 

Your eyes shift over at your shampoo but you hesitate, unsure if you really want to let him go and reach for it. 

“Here. I got it.” Kakashi says, understanding as if he had read the thoughts directly from your mind. He grabs the bottle and squeezes a dollop into his palm before lathering his hands together and diving into your hair. Those deft fingers massage the soap into your scalp, relieving a giant ball of tension you hadn’t realized was sitting on your shoulders. When he’s done, Kakashi grabs the nozzle off of the wall and brings it close to your hair to rinse out the suds. He watches mesmerized as they slip down the strands and slide over your supple skin towards the bathtub drain. 

Then, repeating the cycle, he grabs your conditioner. A generous amount is applied to your ends before his fingers comb the rest through your tresses. Your gaze stays locked on his face, feeling a security you never expected to feel just by looking at him. Home. That’s what this feels like. Like the only place you belong is right here. You ignored it before, you fought it, you rejected it, but now it’s the only thing you know to be true. He’s like a beacon that’s been calling you to him and this time you finally listened. 

Once he’s done with your hair, Kakashi lathers up some soap in a washcloth and begins to glide it over your skin, the fabric leaving a trail of bubbles down your spine and around the apples of your hips. He mindfully scrubs you, applying a delicate amount of pressure but ensuring every part of you is clean. Especially the part that bears his family crest. Even as he wipes your chest, you feel safe, trusting his touch completely. 

Then his hand trails south. He pauses at the apex of your sex when you nod and give the okay. He runs the cloth between your legs and up the canyon of your cheeks, the action both exhilarating and violating in the best way. Kakashi wrings out the cloth before setting it down on the handrail and returns his hands to your bare skin. 

He kisses your temple as he holds you in a strong embrace. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“It’s okay.” you whisper, trying to convince yourself.

“It’s not.” “It’s not, but it is. I acted rashly and you saved me.” your throat closes, “I couldn’t ask for more.”

“I will make it my life’s mission to ensure you feel safe again.”

“Just… just stay. I feel safe with you here.” Your grip on him tightens once more as you stand there in silence for several minutes longer.

Your hushed conversation dissipates with the steam till Kakashi reaches behind you and shuts off the water. He grabs your towels and hands one to you, allowing you to dry yourself as he rubs the water out of his own skin. When he’s done, he wraps the towel around his waist and grabs your bathrobe off the hook on the back of the door. You sink your arms into the fluffy sleeves and wrap the fuzzy cotton around your body.

Too tired to do much more of your night routine, the two of you fall into your bed and pass out, piled on top of each other like two cats. Falling asleep with towels wrapped around your hair and body, neither of you care how you’ll wake up in a few hours.

Warm breath pulls you from your sleep. It was dreamless, thank the gods, but the tickle in your ear drifts you out of the beyond. 

Hands tucked into your chest, you soon realize a different set of hands is holding you close. Kakashi. His firm chest pushes against your cheek as you map out exactly in what way your bodies are tangled. As you come to realize where you end and he begins, you allow your finger to doodle aimlessly on the skin of his pecs. 

His deep breaths become more shallow as Kashi rejoins you in the land of the living before a pair of lips press against the top of your head. “G’morning beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome.”

You lift your head to see Kakashi absolutely beaming. You’ve never complemented him before but he’s sure he’ll never get used to it now that you did. 

“Are you hungry?”

“No, just tired. You?”

“I can wait. Normally I eat after I work out.”

“Oh?”

“I train daily. It’s a weird competition with my friend.”

“And it keeps you looking like, well, looking like this.”

“I take it you like how I look.”

“Of course I do… every woman does. The ones with eyes at least.”

Your moody grumbling fills Kakashi’s giddy heart. “Yeah, but those other women aren’t my soulmate.“

“No, they’re not.”

“But you know who is-“

You lunge for his mouth, trapping his lips with yours. It’s aggressive, the way you devour him, prodding your tongue between his teeth to explore his cavern. You lift yourself so you’re leaning over him as his shoulder drops, leaving him to lie beneath you, pressing against him till you dare to come up for air. 

“I am.” You gasp, swallowing gulps of oxygen, feeling the flutter of your own pulse. “I’m your soulmate and don’t you forget it.”

“How could I when you kiss me like that?”

You dive back in, desperate to keep going. To feed this hunger between you, to give way to fate and all the powers driving you together. Everything about it feels right, natural, instinctive. 

Your body electrifies, excitement zapping through you as your passion mounts. You want him in a primal way you’ve never wanted any man before. 

Shifting your weight to your knees, you swing your leg over, past his hip, so you’re straddling him as you kiss; your body grinding against him to the beat of your pounding chest. 

It starts gently, the way Kakashi’s hands lightly trace your skin, but as your passion gears up, so does his possession. Those same hands that trailed the outlines of your limbs now dig into your flesh, pulling you towards him, guiding your movements, pressing you over the bulge of his crotch. 

Your hand slips down to cup it when his hand catches your wrist. “Don’t play with me, baby. Don’t start something you can’t finish cause once I start going, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“I want this.” You assure him.

Carefully, his fingers peel off your hand before you slip under the towel still hung around his waist and grasp his thick appendage. Your hands curl around his shaft, dragging up and down. A groan of pleasure hums through the air, the sound coaxing you. Lowering your body, you crawl down to eye level with his length and take off the towel altogether. 

Pupils dilating with adoration, your hungry gaze appraises his flesh, taking in the shape of his mushroom head sitting at the summit of his girth. He’s a bit longer than you’re used to, but the way your tongue salivates for him overpowers your intimidation.

Slowly, you allow a string of spit to fall onto his head before your thumb smears it into the pink skin. You allow the tip to brush against your lips before taking it into your mouth and sucking lightly. Kakashi hisses, sucking in air between his teeth. Your eyes draw up to his, gazing at his uncovered face as you take more of him into your mouth. 

Saliva puddles at his base while you bob up and down along his shaft. With needy hands, you run your palms over his soggy hilt and rub your lubricant along the entirety of his manhood. In tandem with your lips, you work the entirety of him, base to tip. Kakashi groans, his hand flying to your messy strands, fingers twining in your locks, guiding your head as you pleasure him in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Toes curling and ready to burst, Kakashi tears you away from him before he finishes. He’s waited so long for this, there’s no way he’s going to end it before he can return the favor. 

Yanking you to the mattress by your scalp, Kakashi turns the tables by placing you on your back, his hand openly exploring underneath your robe. You pull him into you, lips clashing with his. There’s something here that provokes you to taste him, some insatiable thirst that promises to strip you bare if your lips aren’t on his. 

Moaning into his mouth, Kakashi pulls at the tie around your waist and allows the front of your robe to fall open, the soft flesh exposed for him to lay witness. The fire in your eyes burns for him, you burn for him, and with one glance, you know he feels the same. 

His fingers travel south, running along your seam and smearing the arousal dripping out of its base. That same liquid is drawn up to the bundle of nerves sitting at the peak of your sex, where he drags circles, making you flinch with excitement. His musings grow quicker, more aggressive. He lifts the hood of your clit to rub against the nerve endings raw, making you squirm in anticipation. Meanly, he pinches it as he bites down on your neck, causing a squeal of both pain and arousal. You feel a gush between your legs and almost hate yourself for how your body responds to his games… almost.

Just as it has so many times before, Kakashi’s chortle fans your column, his warm breath creating a bend in your back. “Looks like she’s almost ready for me,” he purrs into your skin. Your eyes fall closed at the sound, but then his finger pads tantalizingly trace the seam of your folds before they plunge in, leaving you gasping and looking at him with pleading eyes. 

Your response is everything he could hope for. He stares back at you, the grin of a menace splitting his face. Kakashi hooks his fingers upwards and pulls down. He straightens them once more before he buries them again, bending upon retreat. His tactics milk your walls in a way that makes you feel as if you might pee yourself. You try to get him to stop, but he pins you down with one arm while his other picks up its pace. 

“Wait! Kakashi, hold on- ahh!”

A geyser unleashes, soaking Kakashi’s hand and forearm. You try to close your legs but he moves his elbows to keep them spread as one hand continues to fist your insides while the other moves rapidly over your clit. You shake and convulse, screaming that it’s too intense. You beg for him to let up, but how can he when you’re doing everything he’s craved since he met you? You’re his. His perfect little mate, with spunk and fire, with passion and conviction. Equally as hard working as you are beautiful, and now you’re trembling beneath his touch. Fat chance he’s going to let this moment go.

You overpower his elbows and roll to your stomach, tucking your knees beneath you to crawl away when Kakashi steals the opportunity to thrust his aching chock where his hand just gaped you open. A guttural sound drops from your lips as your mouth hangs open. Why do you have to be so perfect?

Kakashi’s firm grip on your hips pulls you back into him while he drives into your center, knocking the wind out of you. Eyes admiring your backside, his gaze falls to the diamond filled with small squares: his family crest, glittering on your skin under his pressure. You were literally branded for him, and now he’s seizing his ownership. Pace mounting, his increasing collisions leave no room for recovery. You can’t catch your breath under this beating into your backside, then those long, skilled fingers wrap their way around the front of your column. “Kakashi!” you gasp, your mind falling numb as the oxygen depletes from your blood supply. 

He pulls back, bowing your arch, “Say that louder, I want the walls to know who owns you.”

“Kakashi!” you say with more force

“Louder”

“Kakashi!” you shout with the last of your air.

He releases your neck, pounding into you with reckless abandon. His hips ricochet off the flesh of your behind till your seizing below him once more, your walls fluttering around his manhood, lost in the sensation of how he bullies your core. 

Kahashi falls forward, bracing his weight with one hand while the other pets your hair, shushing you as you squirm beneath him, his cock stroking you through your orgasm. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, breathe, just breathe.” He whispers praises in your ear,  promising to do it again, ensuring that all your needs are satisfied. 

Your breath steadies, and he quickly turns around, locking his legs with yours so he can roll you onto your back, his pelvis already between your thighs. The gymnastics of this man dizzies you, especially when you gaze at the wonder in his eyes. 

He lowers himself, resting his weight on his forearms at either side of your face, caging you in and capturing your lips once more. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, pulling back till the muscle slips from his bite. Then his mouth lowers to your jaw, exploring its line as he presses wet, hot kisses against the skin. His attention lowers down your neck, the need to mark you consuming his actions. He closes his jaw around your flesh, sucking and biting in a fit of passion, claiming one spot and then another. You writhe under him, breathy and panting. While he litters your chest with more markings, he slots himself back into your drenched hole, slowly gliding his hips back and forth. 

“I love you.” The words slip from your mouth. You don’t realize what you’ve said till he freezes. His chest lifting and hovering over you.

“Say that again.”

“I… Kakashi, I think I love you.”

“Now you get it.” His hips deepen their pace. He lifts them higher, bettering his angle into you. You groan from the penetration. His reach is further than you’ve ever felt, stroking places that you never knew you needed to touch. “I love you too, baby. My perfect, beautiful soulmate. We were made for each other. You see that now?”

You wordlessly nod, your face scrunched in pleasurable agony. He keeps you safe, protects you, adores you; there’s no one who cares for you more than he does. His languid pace into you is brutal in its soft way. Shoving your organs out of his path in a search for your most sensitive spots. You’re not sure you can handle another intense orgasm, but Kakashi assures you that you can do it. “Just one more, baby. I’ve got you, one more time.” Then his hips become punishing, sheathing himself in sharp thrusts till you’re clenching around him painfully tight. 

Your quivering form, rattling below him, finishes him off. His spend rockets into your belly, stuffing you with his batter while he moans blissfully in your ear. The sound makes you clench, milking every drop he has to offer till it’s all laid in your center.

Kakashi’s strong body finally falls limp, landing next to you and pulling you into his arms. All’s quiet while you bask in your sweat and fluids. The smell of sex, ripe in the air.

“So you’re really doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Caving”

You hate how he puts it. It makes you want to fight him again, but when you think of him leaving your side, a cold chill wipes its finger down your spine. You roll to your shoulder, your forehead pressed against his before you speak.

“I guess I am.” you admit, “Kakashi Hatake, I surrender to the mark.”

His lips greet yours again, his hands clutching you like a priceless prize, fingers digging into your arm and hip. His possession over your mark is steering both of you towards a second round. 

You break the kiss before tangling your legs with his, staring at his eyes, amazed by how natural it all feels. You’re not sure how long it will take to get over the horrifying memory of last night, but something about Kakashi’s presence makes it all seem okay, like it’s a distant memory. 

His nose nuzzles into the side of your face shaking the thoughts away, “I’m yours, forever. Do you understand me? I am yours and you are mine.”

“I am yours and you are mine.” you repeat. “Forever.”

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To the Anon who just wrote in my inbox,

I would never honor a request that shits on the request of another reader. It is wild to me that you would even ask me to write something for you after insulting another story. My page is a safe space where girls open up to me about their kinks and romantic fantasies. I do not tolerate disrespect of any kind. The readers in my DM’s and inbox trust me and I intend to keep that trust.

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How many parts will Marked For You have?

Absolutely and utterly obsessed!! What an amazing fic really!!

Hey, thanks for reading! I'm thinking 7 or 8 parts. I have to see how well the next couple of scenes write since I really want to honor the story and not rush it. But we're getting close to the end, and I'm pumped!

*plus I have so many requests pending in my inbox that I know are anxiously waiting their turn 😅

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Marked for You Pt. 6

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Guard duty with Kakashi is just as intense as you think it's gonna be. However, you also start to learn more about him which is making you want to run farther from your feelings all while pulling you closer.

Warnings: A little blood, a lot of kissing, hints of sexual acts.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: The self-indulgence continues and we are getting to my favorite part!

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The distant sound of ringing rouses me from my sleep. For a moment I forget where I am but a warmth grips at my palm and I look down. She’s here, right here next to me, holding my hand. That’s when it hits me, my beautiful soulmate felt safest by my side. Good. At least her subconscious is getting with the program. One day soon, the rest of her will follow.

I groan, trying to subtly rouse her because I want her to wake up to the same sight as me. I want her to see how she reached out for me, how she sought out my touch. She needs to know it was her, so I play like I’m still slumbering while she stirs. 

It doesn’t take long. I know as soon as her eyes are open because I feel her go still in my grip. Carefully she untangles our fingers however, I pretend the process wakes me up. 

“G’morning baby.” I greet through hooded eyes.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Babe?”

“No.”

“My love?”

“Stop that. I need to get dressed for work.”

“I’m confused. You sleep next to me, you hold my hand, but you won’t allow me to give you a pet name?”

“Last night was a mistake.”

“You seem to be making a lot of those recently.”

She looks at me once more with that fire I’ve come to adore. With one more frustrated look she’s rushing off to her bedroom to disarm the clock that’s been buzzing this entire time. While she scurries around, brushing out her hair and applying hints of makeup, I get up and start folding her blankets before bringing her pillow back to her bed. Then just as I did yesterday, I head to her kitchen to brew her tea and pack a light breakfast for us both. 

Now that she’s fully dressed she comes out of her bathroom and into the kitchen, stifling a yawn. I twist my head around only to see her grumpy expression. “What did I do this time?”

She scans me up and down and her face morphs into one I’ve seen many times before. That look of want swallows her features as she takes in my physique. I’ve seen it on plenty of women over the years. I’m aware of the impact of my physical appearance. I’m tall, extremely fit, and have a decent face beneath this mask, but finally seeing this reaction from her elates me. She doesn’t know it yet, but her lip has found its way between her teeth and it’s giving away her dirty thoughts. 

She looks heavenly as he scrutinizes my frame. Yet, as soon as her eyes travel beyond my torso and to my face, her lip slips and her eyes narrow.

“Don’t you ever put on a shirt?”

A sharp exhale of my amusement proceeds my words. “I wasn’t aware that I’ve been shirtless around you before.”

She scans the room before finding my uniform compression shirt. I’ve already turned back towards the breakfast I was preparing for us when she throws it at me. The cheap shot doesn’t stop me from catching it behind my back. I can imagine her scrunched up face behind me, trying not to be impressed. My lips stretch as my amusement bubbles. 

“What are you doing?”

“Making and packing breakfast.”

“Doesn’t that seem like a waste of time? I can just make something at the bakery once I’ve put everything in the ovens.”

“The point is so that you don’t have to do anything. Let someone take care of you for a change.”

She crosses her arms, tapping her finger on her bicep. “I don’t know how to do that.”

“It’s easy” I walk towards her, my shirt still in my fist. A few steps forward and I’m stroking her shoulders, towering over her like I could kiss her. “Just stop and let someone else take over.”

That adorable crease between her brows has me in a vice. I wish she understood how deep my affection for everything she does runs. 

Staring up at me, uncertainty clouds her eyes. She’s at war with herself. Those beautiful eyes reveal her. Behind them, she’s calculating some kind of comeback. A resistance to the idea that I could take care of her. Seeming defeated, she deflects. “Seriously, put on a shirt. We need to get going.”

I chuckle, taking a step back and feeding my head through the neck hole before tugging down the fabric and adjusting the swoop in my hair. When my eyes pan back to her she's worrying her lip again, that expression of desire consuming her features once more. 

When she realizes I’ve caught her she abruptly stiffens. The corner of my lips curl as I turn to grab our meals off the counter and head to the door. “Let’s go.”

“Finally.” 

I smirk at her attitude. I’m going to savor these next few days of guarding her.

The walk to her job is peaceful. I’ve headed out on missions this early before but normally I have the building adrenaline of the coming fight coursing through my veins. At this moment, instead, I have a slow stroll with the woman who holds my emotions captive. 

The restraint it takes to not reach for her hand is consuming. All I want is to touch her, be it her hand, her waist, or her shoulder. Any point of contact would soothe this aching need I have for her but I know it’s not time, not yet. 

We get to the shop and enter through the back. She hangs her coat on a rack in the rear of the kitchen before standing in front of the captain’s table, dumping the pre-measured ingredients from the night before. While she’s busy mixing, I see a carton of berries and move to wash them and pat them dry before slicing them the way I’ve seen them diced as garnish. 

My mystery girl turns around once her pastries have been formed into the appropriate shape and are ready to go into the oven. 

“What are you doing?”

“Helping”

“Why?”

“It’s something you want to do when you love someone.”

Her lips press into a thin line before speaking softly, “Don’t say such things. You can’t be in love with me. We barely know each other.”

She places her hand gently on mine, gazing at me with a look of sympathy. I meet her eyes with conviction. I know what I feel. It may not be full blown love, but it’s the strongest I’ve ever felt about anyone. Every fiber of my body screams to me, shouting with their entire spirit that she’s the one. She was made for me, she is claimed by me. No one will get in the way of this, including her.

After gazing at me for a long time she just shakes her head and continues on, pouring sugar into a heated pot and grabbing a few cups of the berries I’ve diced. The poor bits of fruit are smashed further, somewhat harder than they should be due to her frustration, before she’s stirring the sugar and lowering the heat. The pulverized fruit is then poured into the pot along with its juices while she mixes it into jelly. 

I watch her, mesmerized by her knowledge and expertise. Every recipe is cataloged in her brain. Her hands moving of their own accord while her eyes flit over the room, planning out her next actions. As hard as it is to tear my gaze away from my soulmate I chose to leave her be while I go sweep the front room and wipe down the tables and chairs. They’re already clean, but I’m sure she was going to do it again anyways. Once that’s done, I prebuild some of the boxes and I refill the paper she uses to grab the treats. Lastly I water her potted plant still sitting proudly next to the cash register. I’m glad she hasn’t thrown it out. 

From behind me there is a sigh. “Watering it, hmm?”

“That’s what you do to take care of a plant. The same could be said of a relationship.”

“I think I’m gonna ask for a new protection detail.” she states as she slides a tray full of flaky pastries into the display case. “I don’t think this one’s gonna work out.”

“Ha, nice try. I’m the best they’ve got and you know it.”

“Maybe, but I’m sure the other ninja aren’t nearly this annoying.”

“And they’re not nearly as experienced at killing the Ishikozume, or did you forget?”

The sudden stiffness in her body fills me with regret.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

“It was.” 

A pang fills my gut as she heads back towards the kitchen. Why do I do this with her? I always take it too far. My self control is at a zero when my soulmate is involved. I need to get a grip. Feeling the weight of my shame I head back to the kitchen and help her place the finished sweets onto various baking sheets and carry them to the display case. We finish quickly, earning her a few minutes to count the register drawer while I heat breakfast and take it to one of the shop’s tables for us to eat together. 

With some reluctance she sits across from me, her eyes gazing at my naked face. “Why do you wear it?”

“Wear what, the headband?”

“I meant the mask, but that too.”

“I wear the mask to conceal my identity. It mattered more back when I was a kid and my father was the notorious White Fang, but now I’m just used to it. I only really take it off if I’m going undercover.”

“I guess that really would throw enemies off your scent.”

“The headband is to preserve my chakra. I was gifted a sharingan from my teammate before he died. It takes a lot of chakra to control and I need to preserve as much as I can. I only uncover it during a fight.”

“What does it do?”

“It helps with things like seeing patterns and timing. It gives the appearance that I can anticipate an enemy’s attack, and it enables me to copy almost any jutsu I want. That’s how I got my nickname.”

“Amazing… but why give someone an eye. That’s a little bizarre, don’t you think?”

I laugh, “I suppose to a non-shinobi it would appear that way. In our world there are special types of eyes that give us extra capabilities. Many ninja will fight to the death to steal them from those who are born with these gifts. The Leaf has two clans with these special abilities. It’s part of what makes our shinobi so powerful. As for me, I lost my eye in the same battle my friend died in. It was his parting gift to give me the ability to see the world through his eye. A gift I’ve cherished.”

I look down at my food, not sure how she’ll respond but suddenly I feel those warm hands rest over my own again and give a squeeze. “You’re not used to sharing that much, are you?”

“I’m not.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

I look up at her, her eyes focused on mine but then they fall to my lips just as mine fall to hers. When I look back up I see that same expression of guarded want. The look she gave me this morning when she regarded my naked torso. I burn for her, surely she sees it in my face. Everything about her beckons me but especially those lips. I want to recapture them. I want to trap them between my teeth as I push her fragile body against the wall and make her ride my knee. I want to feel her squirm against me like she did yesterday. I want to wrap her legs around my waist and drive up inside her. I want it so bad I can feel my body vibrate with anticipation. 

Eyes locked on each other, she’s the first one to break contact as she clears her throat. 

“I need to unlock the door. My usuals will be coming any minute.”

Our chairs scrape against the floor as we rise from our seats. With a reassuring hand, I wordlessly tell her I’ll clean up so she can go unlock the front door. Something about the small touch is electric, like a bolt of possession that courses through me, bonding me to her. She nods and heads for her keys, the Pakkun keychain dangling from the ring as she strides to the front to unlock the gate and welcome in her customers.

You stride over to the door feeling the heat of Kakashi’s gaze follow you. He wants you. With every thing he has, he wants you. His eyes betray his stoic face, they show the actual depth of his feelings for you. This morning he tried to slip in the L-word but it’s not hard to imagine he’s close to it. How does a girl put a stop to this? How will you resist him when his gaze devours you? You try to focus on the task at hand. One step at a time, one customer’s order at a time. You move behind the counter, Kakashi following in kind. He stands over your shoulder, watching you, that same heated gaze borrowing into your back. 

As each customer enters, their eyes flicker to your body guard behind you before greeting you with a smile. Some of the customers know Kakashi and greet him while others look nervous around the ninja and his mysterious aura. As the morning progresses and the line filters in, your eyes catch one familiar face that is about to ruin your entire day, Matcha Man.

Kakashi’s sharp exhale tells you he sees him too, the tall refugee with his dark brown hair and light brown eyes, warming up the shop the second he enters. A smile lifts the corners of your lips but just as quickly as it comes, it disappears with the sudden closeness of your new body guard. 

You look around the room before plastering on a smile to greet Jin. “How can I help you today?”

“I see you’re feeling better.”

“I am.”

“Excellent. Do you…” he glances over your shoulder, “do you think we can meet up later?”

“I, um” now it’s your turn to glance over your shoulder, “how about I text you later.”

“No problem. I look forward to it.”

“Can I get you anything?” Just as the words leave your tongue, you feel the weight of Kakashi’s palm on your shoulder. His fingers begin to dig into your skin as his gaze sharpens. The jealousy radiates off of him, rolling from his clothes and washing over you like a blanket. Your breath hitches as his front presses against your back. 

Jin’s face remains neutral, something that you didn’t expect. You’re not sure if he doesn’t care about Kakashi’s possessive behavior or if he’s playing it cool but either way it unsettles you. “Not at this time. I’ll wait for your message later today.” 

His smile returns to his face before he leaves, giving Kakashi a quick glance before exiting the shop. The Copy Ninja’s rigid frame loosens against yours and he steps back to his corner, his eyes once more trained on you while you work, pretending nothing strange just happened. 

It takes an hour but the Sunday morning rush finally slows down and you can breathe, well almost. Kakashi seizes this moment to ambush you. 

“Delete his number.”

“What?”

“Give me your phone, I should’ve done this yesterday.”

“No! I’m not giving you anything. You have no say over my love life.”

“I am your love life.”

“No you’re not!”

He crowds you, reaching for your pocket. You step back, avoiding him but he’s hot in his pursuit and soon you’re backed up to the wall, left with nowhere to run. 

“You’re under lockdown, remember? There’s a dangerous gang out looking for you. I won’t allow you to go on a date, it’s too dangerous.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t talk to him till the threat has passed.”

You watch him work his jaw, the muscles tightening as he wrestles with the idea of you dating.

“No.”

“No? You don’t get to say no.”

“Yes I do. I get to determine what is and is not a threat. This is a direct threat to your safety.”

“No, this is a direct threat to your imaginary claim over me!”

Your chest rises and falls rapidly along with the anger in your voice. You’re pinned against the wall dividing the kitchen and the dining area of your little bakery while Kakashi looms over you like some muscled god, his body practically flush against your’s. 

Once more his eyes drop to your lips and back up to your irises. That same burn that was in them over breakfast is back. It’s intense. The kind of look that makes you feel weak and pliable. You want to bend to his will but it means risking your heart and you won’t do it. You can’t. 

“Why do you do this to me?” His voice is a whisper and you swallow thickly. 

“Do what exactly?”

“Fight me every step of the way.”

“Because you refuse to accept the truth.”

“I’m refusing?! I think you’re confusing me with the person staring back in the mirror, baby.”

“Don’t call me that! Gods! Do you have any respect for me at all?!”

“I hold you on a pedestal above the gods of which you speak.” His hand snakes around your waist and you feel the way your chest leaps from his touch. There’s nothing like it. Your eyes round as the fight leaves you and for one moment you almost lean in, forgetting yourself and your convictions. 

Kakashi closes the gap, pushing his body against yours while pressing you against the wall. His bulging pelvis steals your breath, soaking your core and watering your mouth. 

“You are the only one I want.” he whispers centimeters from your face, “Can’t you see that? Yours, entirely yours.” His grip on you tightens. It’s all so convincing but he’s probably done this a hundred times to a hundred different girls. The thought brings tears to your eyes. 

“Please stop. I can’t do this with you right now.” Salty droplets slide down your cheek and he wipes them away before pulling you into a hug. You don’t resist, you just accept the comforting pressure of his body against yours. He has no idea how much it hurts to deny him but you can’t, you can’t give up. Text Jin, move on, soon Kakashi will move on too. 

He finally releases you and studies your face, wiping a few more tears from your eyes before stepping back and giving you your space. A weary smile curves one side of your lips before you cast your eyes down and move to the kitchen where you begin sweeping up and mopping the floors. 

Just then the bell jingles at the front door and your boss walks in. “Good Morning!”

“Good Morning” you and Kakashi greet in unison. 

It’s time for him to take over your shift and unlike most days of the week, on Sundays your boss closes since the hours are cut short. You catch up with the man on the morning’s sales before cleaning the coffee equipment and finishing mopping the kitchen. While you do so, your boss starts conversing with Kakashi. The sight makes you cringe. Everyone likes him, everyone. It’s exhausting sometimes, hearing how great he is when you just can’t bring yourself to agree. 

Once everything’s finished you stride up to your personal guard and let him know you’re ready to go. With a respectful nod to the man who writes your paycheck, Kakashi goes to open the door for you and proceeds to walk back home by your side. 

Once you’re through the door you head straight to your bedroom to change into sweats and a baggy shirt. Tossing your hair in a ponytail, you stride back out into the living room to see Kakashi sitting on your couch with a rounded eye staring back. He looks at you like you’re the most beautiful woman alive which can’t be true given your current wardrobe.

“What?” you ask

“It’s nothing.” he says as he crosses his foot over his knee.

It sure didn’t look like nothing but this is exactly why you need to hurry up and date someone else. You’ve been letting this thing with Kakashi spiral out of control for the past 24 hours. It’s time to buckle down and get over it. You pull your phone out of your pocket and text Jin.

Hey, hope your Sunday is going well 💕

It’s going much better now that you’re messaging me.

Aww! Don’t flatter me. You’ll risk giving me a big ego.

I’ll take that chance.  You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Plus you always smell like sugar.

Aaaaand now I have an overinflated ego.  Crap, my head’s too big to fit through my shirt. 😳

Don’t worry, I’ll come over and help you.

Oh my! That sounds intimate.

What? Were you hoping your bodyguard was going to help you?

Eww, no. He wishes.

Eww? Hmm, sounds like I have a chance after all 

Did you think you didn’t?

Well considering he was staring at me like he hoped I’d catch on fire, I worried that maybe you called off our date yesterday cause of him. 

Ugh, technically he’s not wrong, but are you going to admit that? Hell no.

No, no, nothing like that, just couldn’t get out of bed is all.

Oof 😮‍💨 sounds like a pretty brutal stomach bug.

It was. But I’m all good.

Does that mean you can come over later? Without the bodyguard?

… I’m not sure. I’m kinda on lockdown. Hokage’s orders.

Why is the Hokage placing you on lockdown? Are you secretly a criminal? 🤨

Lmao, no! It’s kinda confidential. I’ll tell you all about it once it’s over.

You got it. That doesn’t mean until then I’m not gonna guess. 

Lol guess away! I’m still not gonna tell you if you’re right.

Is it…

Just then you realize the room has grown dark. You look up from your phone to locate the light switch when you realize it’s not the room that’s dark at all. Kakashi is standing over you, a stormy look creasing his features. “I told you not to text him and here you are having a full blown conversation with him right in front of me.”

His tone is calculated and calm yet his face is anything but. You feel chills roll down your spine as a smidge of guilt blooms in your stomach. You swallow, searching the room for a way to change the subject while you tuck your phone back into your pocket. “I’m sorry, I just think it’s better for us to try and move on. When we’re together things get really…intense.”

“They’re only intense because you deny the bond.”

“I’m not denying anything, it's just a birthmark!”

“It’s not just a birthmark and you know it! There was a time you believed in it too! Why else did you go to that bar when I came back?”

“Fine! I wanted it to be true! I wanted to meet you! I wanted to know if you were worth all the hype and instead I got my heart crushed by a guy I barely even met! There, you happy?!” Tears are misting your bottom lashes.

“No, I’m not happy. Not even a little.” Kakashi’s voice is calm but bitter, yet you can tell it’s not entirely aimed at you. “I was a mess that night. I was in a really bad headspace and I just… I just wish it was you instead of Jasmine.”

“Well we can’t rewrite history.”

“But we can still write our future.”

You shake your head and look down. “You act like it’s that easy.”

“It is. Just give this a shot.”

“But I barely know you.”

“Then let’s change that.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Let’s go do something together. Not work related.”

“Fine. But if we run into Jasmine I’m slapping her.”

“Sounds pretty jealous for a girl who’s not interested in dating me.” 

You get up off the couch and look for a pair of socks in your bedroom. “Don’t think I’m above slapping you either.” your voice calls from around the corner

“Careful, you might unlock a self deprivation kink.”

“Oh please”

The two of you laugh but just as you walk over to put on your sneakers lightning streaks through the sky outside and the harsh crack of thunder follows after. 

“Hmm, maybe we shouldn’t go outside.” Kakashi observes. 

“Nonsense, it’s just a little lightning.” However seconds after your statement the flood gates open and the patter of rain falling on the roof grows louder by the minute. “Oooor not. Guess inside we stay. Great.” You flop back onto the couch next to Kakashi.

“We could still do something indoors”

“Like what? My old board games didn’t exactly survive the bombing. I don’t even have a deck of cards to my name.”

“How about a verbal game?”

“Oh! 20 questions.” Kakashi stares at you disapprovingly “Never have I ever?” He makes an uninterested noise. “I got it. Truth or Dare.”

“Alright, I’m game.”

“Ding ding ding! We have a winner! I’ll grab the sake.”

You rush off to the kitchen grabbing two glasses and open the fridge.

“Let me guess, you’re one of those girls who drink it cold.”

“You better believe it”

“Predictable”

“Judge all you want but you and I both know it tastes better that way.”

“Yeah yeah yeah”

“Yeah yeah, nothing. Now, let’s play” you say, extending a glass as you sit back on the cousin next to him. 

“Ladies first. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“How old were you when you had your first kiss?”

You look at him a little surprised but smile and answer, “14. Now you go. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“How old were you when you had your first kiss?”

“You can’t steal my question.”

“I can and I will. Now spill”

“I was 22.”

You nearly choke on your drink. “What?!”

“I went through a lot when I was younger. The events leading up to my Anbu days and especially my experiences within the Anbu, I was in no headspace to entertain romance.”

“But we’re talking about a kiss! Not a full blown relationship.”

“It wasn’t even an impulse. Well not until a particularly dark mission. That one was rough, children were involved and I felt like dirt. I tried to escape the negativity the best I knew how with my Icha Icha book but when even that wasn’t enough, I...”

“sought out the real thing.” you finish for him.

“Yeah… it wasn’t my best moment.”

“Who was the lucky girl?”

“I recall you only get one question per Truth.”

“And I thought the point of this was to get to know each other."

“Nice try. It’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Fine, truth.”

“How old were you the first time you had sex?”

“Oh, jumping to these kinds of questions already. I see.”

“It was your idea to play.”

“Whatever, I was 19.”

“Why’d you wait?”

“Cause I wanted to be in love- hey! You said only one question per truth!”

“Not my fault you’re a sucker.”

“No, no, now you owe me a truth.”

“What if I wanted a dare?”

“No, truth!”

“Fine, what’s your question?”

“Why did you kiss Jasmine that night?” you blurt it out before you even realize you’re rambling. “You seemed interested in me and when I got up to go over to you, you started drinking and you kissed her. Why?”

“It was the way you looked at me.”

You didn’t know what his answer would be but never in a million years would you guess that. “What do you mean?”

“The mission I got back from that night, I had killed the nephew of the woman I was sent to protect. She looked at me with disgust as she cried over the bodies of her nephew and friends. He was a part of the Ishikozume gang. I tried to warn her.” Kakashi bows his head as he cards his fingers through his hair. “I went to the bar looking to forget. I ordered a bunch of drinks trying to escape who I am and when I saw you I thought I could. But then the drinks came and next time I looked up your face was just like hers. Disgusted.” You’re silent, starting to understand. “Then… Jasmine came up and looked at me like I was some hero, someone I desperately wanted to pretend I was. Even if it was just for a night. But that only made it worse.”

“That made it worse.” you echo.

“She’s always wanted more. I was wrong for making her think I was about to give it to her. Instead I walked her home. I could at least do that.”

“And she came to the shop pretending there was more.” you let out a sigh of derision. 

“And you’ve hated me since.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t.”

“You won’t date me.”

“That’s not cause I hate you.”

“It’s worse. It’s cause I hurt you.”

“Kakashi…”

You don’t know what to say. You want to forgive him but the memory of how he grabbed Jasmine and grinded against her just to feel some relief fills you both with hurt and sympathy. Your emotions are warring with each other and Kakashi’s in the middle of it. 

“If I had known who you were I would’ve never touched Jasmine.” Kakashi kneels down on the floor before you and grabs your hands, “I would’ve gone home and composed myself. I would’ve left the village until I could come back the man you deserve. Please believe me.”

His gaze is urgent and his hands grip yours firmly. Heart hammering in your chest you don’t know what to do. He’s like this magnet that pulls you to him. Your body cries out for him but your self preservation pushes him away. However the longer you stare at him the lower your walls crumble till you whisper your next words. “I believe you.”

Kakashi yanks down his mask and pulls you into him, his lips colliding with yours. The kiss is passionate, full of the ferocity that has been brewing between you all day. There’s no denying this man. He is everything you desire, no matter how hard you try to fight it. His tongue prods at your lips asking them to open, and damn it all, you give in. His pink muscles explores your mouth, tasting the sake fresh off your tongue, just as you taste his and it is the sweetest of flavors. You sink off the couch and join him on your knees, your hand fisting his shirt just to prevent your nails from clawing into his skin. 

Something deep within you takes voice and you begin cooing sweetly as he devours your lips, biting them just as he did before but this time it’s more fierce. There's an animalistic drive behind it and soon he’s abandoning your lips and sinking his teeth into your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive flesh. 

Behind him, Kakashi clears off the coffee table when the sake glasses go clattering to the floor and shatter. At first neither of you notice but then as Kakashi repositions himself to place you on the table, both his hand and his knee are cut with the shards.

“Oh, one sec babe, something’s poking me.”

“I told you not to-” but then you see the tiny pieces of glass in his hand. “Oh my gods! Let me help!”

“No, don’t worry baby, I’m okay. Trust me, I’ve had worse.”

You half laugh assuming he’s probably been stabbed more than once in his line of work. He did tell you over breakfast that he lost an eye so a little glass probably isn’t that big of a deal to him. So instead you jump up to grab a broom and clean up the mess on the floor before either of you goes stepping in it again while he makes his way to the bathroom. 

“I’m just gonna quickly pull out these shards and clean the wounds. I might also take a cold shower while I’m at it. I’ll try to not be so reckless next time.” His eyes crinkle with a shrug and it is one of the most adorable things you’ve ever seen, blood aside. The little half moon shape of his eyes when he smiles is a feature you’ve never seen before and it steals your heart. 

He makes his way to your bedroom to access the bathroom while you’re inspecting your floor for any remaining specks of glass that could puncture an unsuspecting foot. Just to be safe you grab a vacuum and run over the entire area before flopping down on the couch. 

Your pulse races. If it weren’t for him breaking the glass and kneeling in it, you’re not sure where this evening would’ve gone but probably further than you’re ready for…but maybe, the risk is worth it. 

Oh gods am I really going to give this a try? I think I am.

Just then a buzz vibrates your pocket. Digging inside your sweatpants, you slide out your cell and look down to see several missed messages from Jin. Crap, I totally forgot about him. As you slide open your text thread, you smile down, reading his many guesses as to the reason for your house arrest until you reach the haunting last message…

We have your boyfriend. Come alone or he dies.

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Marked for You Pt. 5

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: In a heated confrontation, you run away from your feelings for Kakashi and head towards a healthier bond with Jin. Over Kakashi's dead body.

Warnings: Light bondage.

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: The side quest continues but we're getting to the good stuff! Hooray! If you've sent a request, I swear I haven't forgotten about it, I'm just being self-indulgent. Sorry!

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The shouting, the fighting, the heat. You touch your lips for the twentieth time today. Ugh, what is it about Kakashi that sticks to the walls of your mind like chewing gum? The way he pushes your buttons? The way he attempts to own you? Or the way he claims your mouth like a damned god?

You can still feel his fingers in your hair and his chest against your breasts. The memory of his scent and taste linger in your senses. Recalling it brings tingles throughout your body and makes the fabric of your bra extra uncomfortable against your peaks. 

I need a distraction. 

You whip out your phone and tap out a message to ‘Matcha Man’. Despite everything that went wrong this morning, one thing decidedly went right, and that is the cute guy who ordered a cinnamon bun and matcha did in fact see your number on the cup and texted you back. 

It turns out his name is Jin and he too is a recent refugee to the leaf. His city was raided a few weeks after yours and he’s been here at the leaf ever since. Like a high school girl, you text him nonstop between shifts, even going as far as making plans when you get off tomorrow. 

Rolling from your stomach onto your back, you stretch atop the bed allowing your phone to fall on your chest. Unlike Kakashi, who leaves you riddled with anxiety, Jin brings you butterflies. He’s the breath of fresh air you didn’t realize you needed till you got it. 

The next day, after your shift, you dash home and shuck off your black pants and blue bakery t-shirt, trading the ensemble for a white milkmaid dress with jade green floral print adorning the entirety of the fabric. Brown strappy sandals decorate your feet with your dark green painted nails poking out the peek-a-boo toe. Quickly, you pull up your hair, creating an effortless messy bun with plenty of loose curls and face-framing pieces. After admiring yourself in the mirror, you allow yourself to squeal excitedly before clearing your throat and collecting your elegance. You snag a brown clutch purse that matches your sandals and deposit your essentials inside before slipping out the door to head off to your date. 

As you turn the latch to your front door a tiny dog keychain swings into the wooden frame, making you pause. It’s the keychain Kakashi gave you. Naruto said it’s of his ninja hound, Pakkun. Apparently, Naruto has one too. It’s Kakashi’s discreet way of marking the important people in his life. 

With a quick shake of your head you clear your mind of any soulmate talk and head down to the first floor toward an afternoon of romance. Feet flying down the stairs, suddenly an arm swings out and catches you at the waist, hauling you backwards onto the landing. 

“What the-hey!”

“You are not meeting up with another man dressed like that!”

From the labor in his breath, Kakashi is seething with anger. 

“There is nothing wrong with my outfit.”

“Except that every man who looks at you will be eye-fucking you.”

“Ugh, It doesn’t matter what I wear. I could be dressed in a burlap sack and I’m sure some man somewhere would ‘eye-fuck’ me. What’s the point of not allowing myself to wear clothes I actually feel good in?” 

“The point is who you’re wearing them for!”

“As in, not for you.”

“As in for suspicious men who show up to the village only a few weeks ago.”

“Sooo not for you. Got it. And don’t forget I only showed up at the village a few weeks ago. Am I suspicious too?”

“Of course not. You’re my future wife.”

The speed at which you throw a balled-up fist at Kakashi’s face surprises even you. But unfortunately, Kakashi catches the blow and twists your arm behind your back. 

“Cancel the date.”

“No!”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“Make me.”

As high as your heart fluttered only moments ago, your stomach drops an equal amount at the sound of the Copy Ninja’s laugh. You’re whisked away, thrown over his shoulder, kicking and screaming, all the way back to your apartment and to your bedroom where he dumps you on the bed. 

You continue to struggle against him when he pins you down by straddling you. He pulls a wad of rope from his tactical pouch and binds your wrists together before anchoring them to your headboard. 

You writhe against your bonds, kicking wildly when he decides to eliminate your feet's threat by winding rope around each of your ankles and restraining them by the legs of your bed. 

Completely immobilized, Kakashi takes a moment to admire you before fishing through your purse for your cell. The ninja somehow knows your passcode and opens your phone, sending a message to Jin about ‘feeling ill after work.’ 

“You’re a fucking psychopath! You have no right!” You’re fuming from between his legs as you watch him discard your phone, casually dropping it on the bed by your waist. 

“It’s a shame we have to be so hostile towards each other.” He says as his fingers casually trace the sides of your body. The light touch sends sparks flying against your skin. “And here I thought we made progress yesterday.”

“That was a mistake.” You shoot out with venom, your words gaining rebellion the more your insides twist with want at feeling the pressure of him on top of you. The vulnerability of your body tethered below him milks your libido, leaving slick arousal at the base of your folds. Your body once more doing the opposite of what you want. 

His eyes drink you in while his hands openly explore your figure. “You’re so beautiful. You have no idea the restraint it’s taking not to kiss you right now.” The desperation you feel must be evident in your eyes because a small smirk is visible from beneath his mask. “Unless, you want me to kiss you. Am I reading you correctly?” 

His right hand slides up your side again, his thumb brushing over your nipple, which he finds erect. “She does want a kiss. My oh my”

You squirm in your bonds, trying to evade the situation but no amount of mental gymnastics can numb this ache. Continuing to wiggle, your legs are dying to rub together, anything to relieve the sudden need building in your core. 

Kakashi lowers himself, laying down on top of you and slots his hardened manhood against your folds. You sharply inhale and tilt your hips so as to better angle yourself as you mindlessly rut against him. 

His pointer finger tugs at the edge of his mask, pulling it down to reveal his gorgeous face. Your eyes become saucers, absorbing his beauty as he lowers his lips and presses them against yours. An involuntary moan slips into his mouth as you drag yourself against him while tangling his lips with yours. You feel electric and bound to him, circling your hips in pace with your tongue, slowly tugging up the hem of your dress with each drag against his groin. 

His mouth wanders to your neck. Each light, worshiping kiss, has you soaking through your thin underwear, making a mess and smearing it onto Kakashi’s pants. 

His grip on you becomes fierce, his hand traveling lower so he can explore your center and play with your slit. Something you desperately want, except... the invasive touch snaps you back to reality. 

“Wait! Stop!”

Kakashi freezes. 

“We’re not doing this. Let me go.”

He looks at you with so much desire you can nearly see flames in his pupils. “I’ll stop but I can’t let you go.”

“What?!”

“I won’t risk you meeting up with Jin and finishing what we started.”

“Last I checked you were the slut.”

“Last I checked, I hadn’t slept with a woman in over a year.”

“Wait, what? You never…”

“No, I didn’t. Anyways, I’ll be back before your shift to untie you.”

“Wha- hey! WHAT?! YOU’LL BE BACK??? UNTIE ME NOW!”

“See you later, mystery girl.”

“KAKASHI GET BACK HERE NOW!”

You watch as he walks towards the door, longing and mischief both lingering on his features as he slips out. You’re screaming at him the entire time, hurling insults you’re sure he doesn’t hear cause he’s long gone. 

You swear at the empty room and pledge you’re going to get even. Screams of how unacceptable this is wail through the walls. You promise you’ll never be his, especially not after a move like this. 

Unfortunately though, your voice grows hoarse and you quiet down even though your mind doesn’t. Still seething, you wonder what he means by he hasn’t slept with a girl in over a year. Did he not actually go home with Jasmine? Or is he lying? 

It doesn’t matter. You’ll never forgive him this stunt anyways. 

I saw all I could handle today. Just watching the way she smiled as she texted Jin and the happiness in her face as she dolled herself up for some other man was enough to make me sick. Shaking, nauseating, illness. One I feel physically. I can’t imagine the rock in the pit of my stomach had I allowed her to actually go on that date. 

I had to do it. I had to. I know I should feel bad about tying her up but her anger is better than watching her run into Jin’s greedy arms. Plus I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t slightly fun. She’s not going to forgive this one though, even if she did beg me with those beautiful eyes for another kiss. 

I groan just thinking about it. Part of me wonders if I can slip in one more before I release her. If I bring her a little frosting and lick it out of her mouth, will she respond to me the way she did yesterday? 

Probably not. I really screwed over my chances with her this time. I don’t know what comes over me when I’m close to her. I’ve never been this way before. I’ve never cared like this. I’ve never been jealous. I’ve never even been inclined to pursue a relationship until now. What about her makes me respond this way? That soulmark is a power of its own.

I swear the gods did this to me as a test and I am failing on every level. She is all I think about. When I’m between missions I crouch in the tree outside her apartment, watching her through the window. When she’s at work I can’t stop my feet from walking into the little bakery. She has no clue how in control of the situation she is. My rope might physically be knotted around her limbs but even now she has the tighter grip. 

The sun’s low in the sky and it’s time to allow my princess to get ready for her second shift. I let myself into her apartment where she immediately begins yelling at the sound of the latch unlocking. 

“How could you do this to me, Kakashi?! This is SO over the line and I’m going to be late!”

“You’re not going to be late. I’ll make sure you have plenty of time.” 

“If I were anyone else I’d say fuck you”

“I believe you just did.”

“And then I’d go to the police.”

“Are you?”

She looks at me with fire in her eyes. I see the red around her wrists and know she was tugging at her restraints for a long time, silly girl. Casually I walk to her bathroom and grab a tube of ointment before sitting on the edge of the bed and undoing the first tie around her ankle.

Immediately she kicks at me. If it were any other man she might’ve landed the blow, but I’m no ordinary man. Instead, I catch her foot in my grip and pull her it into my lap. Using light pressure, I rub a dollop of ointment into her rope burn and massage the area. Her curses die down but the anger on her face is still there. I undo her other foot and repeat the process, giving both feet a gentle massage before I move to her wrists. 

I lean over her, fingers bracing the knots I made, now tighter from her struggles. “I’m sorry.” I whisper as I work. “I can’t handle the idea of you with someone else. I’m not ready to see that.”

“It’s not up to you when I move on.” Her tone is critical but calm. She seems mildly disarmed by my apology.

“I know. I’ve just never done this before.”

“Clearly.” the bite in her words hits me hard.

“I need you to give this a chance. Please, try. If you hate it, then I’ll leave you alone but I can’t move on until I know we’ve given us a fair shot.”

As her wrists are sprung free, I grasp her hands, sitting her up and pulling her arms into my lap so I may apply the ointment and massage them just like I did her feet. 

While she’s no longer struggling under my touch, she’s still clearly upset. I can’t blame her. 

“That’s not how this works. You can’t force me to move at your pace. You can’t stop me from dating and you certainly can’t tie me up just cause you don’t like my actions.”

“You’ve clearly never tangoed with a former Anbu captain before.”

“Until now.” Her half smile steals my breath. My eyes drops to her lips, so beautiful and full. The pink at their center has me pining in a way I didn’t know was possible. I want to taste them again, feel their warmth. Twice isn’t enough. I want them all the time. I’m not sure there is a way to satiate this thirst that comes everytime I’m near her. 

“You want to kiss me again.”

“Excruciatingly.”

Her hands lift from my grasp. “I need to get ready for work.”

Disappointed, I stand up and head to the kitchen while she slips out of her milkmaid dress and into work attire. While she changes and fixes her bed head, I rummage through her kitchen and pack a lunch for her.  She comes out of her room just as I finish tying the napkin around it.

“What’re you doing?”

“Making sure you’re fed.”

“I could’ve been fed already if you hadn’t tied me up.” She doesn’t shout but her agitation is very evident on her face. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Not truly. I’m positive that you’ll do it to me again the next time I try to go on a date.”

My eye twitches at her statement. 

“Knew it.”

I reach out my hand. “Come on, let’s get you to work.” 

She looks at my palm like it’s diseased and walks to the door, opening it before stepping through. I follow behind her. 

“Seriously, I’m going to be late.”

“Seriously, I’ll make sure you’re not.” 

I lock her door from the outside and scoop her up in my arms before bolting to her job. Her hands are tight around my neck and I can tell she is scared but I know her anxiety about getting to work on time is winning the battle over her hatred for me so I soak in her closeness as long as I can.

 We arrive at the back door of the shop with plenty of time to spare and I set her down. The lunch I made for her is still clutched in her hands and she looks at it with interest, excited to finally grab a bite of something to eat. 

“Kakashi?”

Her accent sounds especially beautiful when she says my name; I hope to hear her say it more. “Yes?”

“Today crossed a line, a big one." she looks at me hesitant, "I need space.”

A sharp pain radiates through my chest and she sees my broken features for what they are. 

“I’m not going to scream and shout cause that doesn’t work with you but I need you to find a way to respect this wish.”

I don’t want to do it. I want to tell her no. I want to force her to stay by my side but maybe honoring this will get her to see I’m serious about her, about us.

“Promise me you’ll come when you’re ready.”

“Wha- I- don’t know if I’ll ever be.”

“Promise anyways.” There’s pain in my eyes, I know it. I can see it reflected in her’s. 

“Fine. I promise.”

It hurts all the same but at least there may be hope. I pull her into a hug, her body stiff against mine. After a few moments she begins to relax, that is, until the sound of another ninja lands next to us.

“Captain.” My hold on her loosens.

“Yamato.”

“Lady Hokage wishes to see you.”

“Understood.”

Then my comrade turns to my girl, “And you ma’am, when you’re done with your shift, she’d like to see you too.”

“Do you know what it’s about?”

“It’s best if she explains it to you. To both of you.”

“Both of us?” I ask. 

In response, Tenzo nods. My gaze darts over to the eyes of my princess then back towards him, my grip on her tightening just the slightest. 

“It’ll be okay” I lie “It’s probably nothing. Have a good shift, I’ll see you after.”

She gives me a half baked smile, “So much for space.”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure once we’re done, you can have all the space from me you want.”

She gives me a sideways glance and a laugh. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. It’s unbecoming of a captain.”

“But perfectly in keeping with a ninja.”

She withdrawals from my embrace and I feel noticeably cold, like all the warmth in my body left with the absence of her touch. The pang in my chest comes back but I shove it down and instead look towards my friend. “Okay, let’s go.”

It’s scary. You always assumed Kakashi was easy to read till now. Before your shift he lied to you. You could tell how uneasy he felt about hearing both of you were being summoned to the Hokage’s office but when he turned to you to tell you nothing was wrong, he was so convincing. If Kakashi wanted to, he could completely mislead you. Up until now he’s been transparent with you by choice. He has intentionally not hidden his feelings. Why does this revelation surprise you? He’s a ninja; he probably goes on covert missions all the time. But still, it was unnerving to watch, to see him so blatantly and convincingly dishonest. 

You find yourself lost in thought the rest of your shift, dreading the eventual end where you’d lock up shop and head to the Hokage’s office. At no point had you anticipated going back there. But here you are, pulling the burglar gate shut and striding towards the looming headquarters building in the dark. Each step fills you with unease while your mind runs wild with ideas.

Once inside, you follow the signs towards the circular office you recall from your first day in the village. Last time you were here you felt hope of finding true love, now you feel dread. As your footsteps tread towards the office, you hear whispering voices. Kakashi seems worried and Lady Tsunade seems stern. 

“You’ve made enemies, Kakashi. You killed half of the gang, the remaining members want revenge.”

“Why do they want her?”

“Word of her soulmark made it out of the village. Getting to her is the best way to get to you.”

Unsure, your hand hovers over the doornob, debating at which point to make your entrance, however the wolf can smell your scent from the other side of the door. 

“She’s here.”

Kakashi gently opens the door for you to enter. As he does so, your eyes meet, locking together in silence before you step inside.

“Welcome.” Lady Hokage calls your name and greets you, however, you waste no time with pleasantries as the gravity of what you overheard starts to sink in.

“So I’m a target now!” Sudden panic floods your veins. 

“I’m sorry.” His words are low, the deep tenor of them resonating in your core.

“We’re not even dating! We have nothing to do with each other.” Your eyes dart back and forth between Kakashi and Lady Fifth.

“I know.” Kakashi whispers, he doesn’t hide the sadness in his voice. Why does it cut through you like a knife? Why does it rake you with guilt? He’s the one who tied you up hours ago.

“It seems the Ishikozume don’t care if you’re actually dating. They know the power of a soulmark.”

“This is foolishness! There is no power in a soulmark; it’s just a dumb birthmark!”

Tsunade ignores you, finding your argument unconvincing and unimportant, “Kakashi, you will not leave her side till the last of the Ishikozume are dealt with.”

A rare look of surprise crosses his features. 

“Is that really necessary?!” you complain.

“Lady Fifth, wouldn’t it be best for me to go to the Ishikozume rather than wait for them to come to us?”

“We have a unit from the Foundation that is already dispatched to deal with the remaining trio. In the meantime she needs protection. I’m sure she’d feel better staying with someone she knows over staying with someone she doesn’t.”

You remain quiet, looking at Kakashi while considering her words.

“I hardly doubt she agrees with that.” he says, trying hard to win your favor by respecting your earlier agreement to space.

“Actually I do.”

Both of them fall silent and turn to you.

“I don’t want some stranger standing in my home while I’m asleep. I know you and I trust you… at least enough not to rob me.”

He snorts, “You think that little of me?” You playfully shrug back to which he rolls his eyes. “Fine, but if I’m doing this, I’m doing it fully. I’m not letting you out of my sight. You hear me? I don’t half ass my assignments.”

“Fine.” you turn your attention to Lady Tsunade who is smiling approvingly.

“I’ll send word of any developments. Kakashi, go to your home and pack a bag. You’re staying with her until this business is finished.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Kakashi turns to face you, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“You’re going to make me walk home alone?”

“You want to come?” the surprise in his voice makes you blush.

“It’s not that I want to…”

“Okay lovebirds, you can finish this conversation elsewhere. It’s Saturday and I want to go. Get out of here”

“We’re not love birds!”

She waives a dismissive hand, “Whatever you are, I need my office back before I leave.”

Annoyed, you march out of her office with Kakashi hot on your heels. “Do you plan on taking me to my own home?”

“No.”

“You sure? You’re walking awfully fast.”

“Like I know where you live.”

“Do you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then mind if I lead?” You come to a stop and allow him to pass. “Thank you.”

There’s a bit of indignation in your gut. Fate is responsible for this, right? It’s trying to force you together but is this really the work of the soulmark or just the actions of men? This is nothing more than a crazy coincidence designed to make you believe in fanciful nonsense.

The two of you walk towards the edge of town. Kakashi’s home is a modest building but much too large for just one man. 

“You live here by yourself?”

“Yes. It belonged to my parents.”

“Where do they live now?”

Kakashi doesn’t answer at first. He turns away and then pivots his chin in the direction of the memorial yard. “In a better place than this.”

Understanding sinks your heart, pulling down on it like a weight. You know what that’s like. Your parents died in a village raid when you were sixteen. The world can be a harsh place. We just have to keep moving forward cause if we don’t, life will consume us.

“I’m sorry. It’s not easy being on your own.”

“No it’s not. but...that’s why we build new families.”

Your head rises, “and you? Have you built a new family?”

“Team 7. They’re my family.”

“Naruto and Sakura?”

“You know them?”

“Well yeah, you know that. Sakura admitted me when I first fled to the Leaf. She’s the one who discovered, you know.” Kakashi nods. “And Naruto is my neighbor, plus he came to my shop almost every day my first week. He calls me the Sweet Lady.”

Your Copy Ninja’s shoulders bounce with laughter. “That sounds like Naruo. You know he calls his Master, ‘Pervy Sage.’”

“He does not!”

“Unfortunately, he does. One of the most respected ninja of all time, reduced to the word Pervy.”

The fit of giggles that overcomes you has you sinking onto the nearby pillow as you take a seat. Maybe it’s the anxiety, maybe it’s actually funny but you can’t stop laughing. The heart that thunders in Kakashi’s chest swells watching you. “You know he even calls Lady Fifth, Grandma Tsunade?”

“Stop! There’s no way that terrifying lady lets a little punk like Naruto get away with that!”

Kakashi can’t remember the last time his lips stretched this wide. Maybe it was when he was messing with his team, pretending to be a photographer, but making you laugh, it’s his new favorite thing. You continue to break out into spontaneous fits of giggles upon each recall of the new information about Naruto while Kakashi packs.

However, anxious to get out of his own home and lock you inside yours, Mr. Hatake quickly gathers spare clothing, and his usual ninja tools. Meanwhile you take the initiative to pack the contents of his fridge and pantry. If he’s going to be living with you, there’s no sense allowing good food to go to waste. You’re both finished within a half hour and are trekking back into town, to your lackluster apartment next to Naruto.

“Here it is, home sweet home.”

“At least your place looks much better than Naruto’s.”

“I should hope so; I keep a tidy home.”

“Fair. Naruto’s been known to store his milk on the kitchen table.”

“Remind me never to eat at his place.”

“My job is to keep you safe. I’d never allow that on my watch.”

You smile at him. He’s funny. Since when is he funny? 

“So, uh, where do you want me to sleep?”

Your smile drops into a scowl. “The couch obviously.” That hopeful little question annoys you, especially after the afternoon you’ve had because of him. “Did you seriously think you could tie me to the bed half the day and then hours later join me in it for the night?”

“Don’t be like that. You can’t seriously blame me for trying.” That smirk under his mask is devilishly handsome making your mood all the more sour.

“I can and I will.”

He approaches you. “Look, I’m sorry. I know you wanted space and now you have the opposite of that. As soon as this gang is dealt with, I’ll give you what you ask.”

“I appreciate that.” the bite is still in your tone however you soften with your next words, “But can I be honest about something?”

“Of course.”

“I’m scared, Kakashi, really scared. These people destroyed my village. I’ve seen what three of them can do to an entire town and now three more are coming after me. How am I supposed to carry on like I’m not a dead woman walking?”

“You're most certainly not a dead woman walking. They’re not going to touch you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you have me.”

“As I recall, you’re the reason I’m in this mess.”

Your guardian visibly shrinks at your honesty, yet it doesn’t stop him from straightening up and rubbing soothing circles around your biceps and shoulders. “This gang is good, but I’m better. I know you’re not familiar with the shinobi world so my qualifications ring hollow to you. But when I tell you my name means something to our enemies, it means something. I’ve already killed three men from this gang single-handedly. I can do it again.”

“Wait, you killed three of them by yourself?”

“Yes, and for you I’d kill twenty more. They’re not getting past me and they’re not touching a hair on your head.”

You stare up at him, focusing on his uncovered eye. The conviction of his words holds your rising panic at bay. Until now you’ve been trying to keep the internal battle of terror and PTSD from exploding out. However, for the first time today, you feel a tinge of comfort and at the hands of Kakashi no less. The way he stares at you has you believing the entire reason for this man's existence is to protect you. He's going to make it his reason for breathing by the looks of it.

“Okay then.” You’re not sure what to follow it up with so you choose to change the subject entirely. “I need to get to bed. I have work at 4 and we’re past my bedtime. Do you need anything before I go shower?”

“Some towels for when I go after you're done?”

“I’ll set some out.” 

“Thank you.”

Your eyes linger on him as you turn towards your bedroom. You want to speak to him, say something, but you’re not sure what. You feel this swirl of emotions inside of you. Today’s been such a confusing day. You still hate him but you’re starting to admit to yourself that he might, possibly, not be that bad…potentially. 

You’re at the bakery when you feel the tremors in the ground. It’s just like last time. Ingredients gyrating off the counter, baking sheets vibrating on the cooling racks, and sirens across the village ring. 

They’re here. But this time they’re here for you. Oh gods, where's Kakashi? How could he leave you alone? He swore to protect you. So what if you got into a stupid fight this morning? Doesn’t he know you don’t mean it when you tell him to go away?

Just as you’re ready to go searching for him a cold hand closes around your throat. 

“Don’t move.”

You gasp, shooting to an upright position. Your hands claw at your neck searching for the phantom fingers as you pant in your bed. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it was a dream, it wasn’t real. You try to get it together but suddenly you don’t feel safe inside your own bedroom so you head out to the living room where Kakashi’s asleep on the couch. 

Your eyes dart up to the door that he’s picked open several times and you notice he had the good sense to barricade it with a chair angled into the knob. Seeing his attention to detail helps soothe your sprinting thoughts but your hand still reaches towards your column, looking for the cold grip of a nonexistent reality. Padding back to your room you grab your pillow and blanket and tred back to the couch where you create a makeshift nest on the floor beside Kakashi’s sleeping silhouette. 

The man rouses slightly from his slumber, enough to brush your hair, which is all the reassurance you need that he’ll wake to save you from an attack. With that knowledge, you close your eyes, your mind finally able to drift back to dreamland but this time, there are no dreams to be had, just nothingness, a welcome relief.

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Marked for You Pt. 4

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Now that Kakashi knows, he won't leave you alone. There is no taking a hint because you're no longer hinting. The man doesn't understand the word 'no' and it will be the end of you.

Warnings: Sexual tension. It's getting hot in here.

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Thank you for continuing to allow my little side quest. I was reading the Four Horseman series by Laura Thalassa this week and felt the need to drag this out a smidge longer. If you've sent a request, I swear I haven't forgotten about it, I'm just being self-indulgent. Sorry!

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Another day, another split shift, but at least the money is good. You debate if you want to spend your new wealth on better living accommodations or not but, it’s kinda nice to live next to Naruto. He’s a sweet boy and the way his eyes light up when you bring him food makes your entire day. 

As you think about the ball of sunshine you decide to head over to the leftover pastries. You grab some that you’d have to throw away otherwise, since they don’t keep well overnight, and place them in a box. Then you start grabbing the pastry trays and bring them to the back room, sorting through what will keep for another day and what needs to be tossed. Halfway through your task you hear the shop door open.

Your head lulls back as you close your eyes in frustration. You forgot to lock the door. Pasting on a smile you spin on your heel and walk to the front, however it doesn’t take long for your smile to falter.

“I thought you were on a mission.”

The tall ninja leans against the front door, one hand in his pocket, the other supporting a potted plant. “Keeping track of me, I see.”

“No, it’s just obvious when you’re out of town because you don’t haunt me like a shadow when you’re off defending the village.” your voice becomes whimsical, pretending he’s so noble and heroic when really you’d rather he just stay away.

“And now I’m home to check on my beautiful soulmate.”

Gaze cast to the ceiling, you pray for patience. With a deep breath drawn through your nose, you center your focus back upon Kakashi. “I have a birthmark. You have a crush. There is nothing deeper going on here.”

Kakashi approaches you, stepping forward till you’ve backed yourself up to the glass pastry case. “We both know that’s a lie.”

“It’s not.”

The corner of his mouth turns up, a stupid smirk stretching his lips under that dumb mask. “Keep trying to convince yourself, maybe one day you’ll actually believe it.” He leans against you as he places the pot down next to the cash register. Your body instantly reacts with a bolt of electricity shooting through your center. Stiff nipples, clenched core, lost breath, you’re stupid skin sack can’t tell the difference between a bad time and a good one. 

Kakashi feels it too. His chuckle fans your ear, causing your eyes to close.  There’s a sudden desperation to be anywhere but here and it drives you to push him away. Your palms make contact with his chest and shove his solid body away from you. As soon as he steps back you suck in air, filling your depleted lungs. 

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“You know what. I’m not interested so keep moving.”

“I’d believe you more if your nipples did just poke my chest a few seconds ago.”

You growl in frustration. “Why are you like this?”

“I’m not normally.”

“Then why me? What’s so special about me that you’ve become this guy?” you say gesturing to all of him.

“You’re my soulmate.”

“I’m not!”

“There’s no need to throw a fit.”

You claw at your own hair, pulling on it unsure of what to say or do. Your eyes dart around the shop, desperate for something, anything, to get you out of this conversation. You spot your coat and internally say ‘screw it.’ With a stomp of your foot, you silently speed walk towards your jacket and whisk it up, pulling it over your shoulders and bolting out of the front door. 

You don’t care that you left the shop unlocked or that you didn’t finish cleaning up, you just needed to get out of there. 

Kakashi calls your name, knowing he went too far. He sounds worried but you ignore him, picking up the pace of your feet till you break into an all out run, frantic to put as much distance between him and you as possible.

I pushed too hard, further than I should’ve in my desperation to get her to break. I may be patient but I'm determined and that same determination won out over my empathy.

Taking a look around, I gather the gist of what she was doing and I busy myself, finishing the job. I’ve watched her through the window enough times to know her routine. Empty the case and sort through what gets tossed and what gets saved. Count the register drawer, sweep the shop, set out the dry ingredients, take out the trash, turn off the lights, and lock all three doors before pulling the burglar gate over the shop’s main entrance. 

As I finish, I straighten the plant I brought for her, keeping it perched next to the cash register so every person who comes in can see it. She is mine. She is taken. She is off limits. Let there be no question. 

I’ve followed her in the shadows enough to know there are hopeful men encroaching on what belongs to me. She doesn’t acknowledge them, she doesn’t even notice them, stupid girl. She’s always so focused on herself that she never notices her surroundings. It’s one of her worst traits. Mostly because it makes me fear for her safety when I’m not around. 

I snatch the keys up off the floor and grab the box of treats that was sitting in the kitchen. After locking all the doors and closing the gate I set out in the direction of Naruto’s building.

Nighttime cloaks the road in darkness but splashes of streetlight illuminate the way. I’m not one for running if I’m not on a mission, so instead I stroll down the streets of Konaha, giving my princess as much time away from me as I’ll allow. I won’t stop pushing her, but I’ll try to be better. I’ll try not to let my overwhelming attraction to her hijack my morals. It can be hard though. Something about her shakes a wire loose in my brain. I can’t stop myself sometimes. She’ll be standing close but not close enough. I need to feel her against my body; it’s an involuntary reaction. I don't know how much longer I can hold myself at bay.

I climb the steps of her building before I finally come to her door next to Naruto’s. I knock with three short raps, standing patiently for her to open up. Naturally she doesn’t, I figured she wouldn’t. There’s an internal battle waging in my mind. Do I pick the lock and leave the box inside, or do I leave it out here where the ants will get to it? 

As much as I want to respect her privacy, I go ahead and pick the lock. It’s a simple single latch, nothing I can’t do with one hand. Once I hear the click, I push open the door to find the place dark except for the glow of a light seeping from under the gap of her bedroom door. Silently, I place the box on her kitchen table and excuse myself, making sure to lock what I have opened. 

Holed up in your room you hear your front door open. Why wouldn’t he break into my home?! There’s literally no place that’s safe from Kakashi. He’s inescapable.

Should I cave? Should I give in? Should I let him trample all over my heart? Your gooseflesh rises at the thought. You curl into a ball on your bed, tucking your chin tightly into your chest, hugging your knees till you hear him leave. 

It’s only then that you realize you were holding your breath.  He didn’t stay, he didn’t linger. Was he just proving to you that he can come and go as he pleases?

You roll over and scootch off the bed. Your feet lightly making their way over to the front of your apartment where you flick the light switch. Spinning around quickly, you check to make sure he isn’t secretly lurking in the shadows. After a few seconds to survey the room, verifying there is nowhere he could be hiding, your eyes settle on the pink pastry box situated at the center of your dining room table. It was the box you set aside for Naruto before your stupid soulmate came and ruined the evening. Maybe you should head back to work and at least lock the doors, however, the keys to the bakery now lay scattered on the table next to the sweets.

As much as you don’t want to give him credit, something in your gut tells you he locked up the shop, and an annoying amount of you believes he probably finished your chores too. Your fingers pick up the keys by the ring, allowing them to clang together as you dangle them in front of your face, scrutinizing the new keychain that now hangs among the metal. There's now an adorable pug dog with a headband wrapped around its head, similar to the ones ninja wear.

“You’re going to be the end of me, Kakashi Hatake. I’m sure of it.”

The sun is low in the sky, only a few rays poke through the shop window as you stand at the register taking orders from your usual crowd of morning customers. After dropping off the sweets at Naruto's, sleep was hard to chase last night now that you know Kakashi views locked doors as welcome mats.

It bothers you to no end that the handsome hero is impossible to escape. Even now, your standing next to this stupid potted plant that he left for you while being a damned gentleman and locking up shop for you last night. Though it was the least he could do considering the only reason you couldn't close shop was because of him. You just want to move on, forget about this soulmark crap and look for a nice guy. Someone who’s not so complicated, and someone who’s not a slut.

Almost robotically you fill orders. Your arms reflexively reach for the pastries that correspond with each familiar face. As the line filters in, your tired eyes look up to see someone a little less familiar.

“Morning!”

“Good Morning, what can I get you?”

You try to look wide awake. It can be hard when you both open and close but this man’s face makes it a little easier. His features are soothing. Dark brown hair, light brown eyes, olive skin, everything about him is warm and inviting. 

“Lets start with something sweet. What do you recommend?”

“I uh, well most people prefer our candied dumplings but I prefer a good cinnamon roll to start my Friday.”

“Sounds like I’ll take the cinnamon roll then.”

“You got it. Anything else?”

“I’ll take a matcha and your number if it’s available.”

“Sure thing, one matcha- wait, what?”

The curl of his lips is unmistakable as he watches your face change. The lady behind him stiffens and starts looking between the two of you. 

“You want my number?”

He scratches his neck with a little laugh. “I’m not normally very forward but I came here once before and I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re very pretty, you know. The kind of beauty that leaves an impression on a guy.”

Your lips part, unsure how to respond. You can think of one man who might agree with him but you don't want to imagine him at this moment. Your eyes are glued to this man's bright expression until you notice the lady behind him is gearing up to say something. 

“I, yeah, I, let me get you that matcha.”

You turn your back completely, trying to hide the heat on your cheeks. After a few seconds you begin pouring the hot water and steeping the matcha powder when you decide you’re going to accept. Moments ago you were wishing you could move on. This is your chance.

Just as you turn around the shop’s bell rings and in walks the persistent silver mane of one Kakashi Hatake. The paper cup nearly slips from your hand as your heart rate spikes. Of all the times for him to drop in, it had to be now. There is a collective inhale from the various occupants of the small room, each one apprehensive to see events unfold. Kakashi acts as if he didn't hear it but you know he does.

Quickly you look down, pretending you didn’t see him and minding your own business. Your fingers grasp the nearby marker and scribble your digits along the side of the cup in an act of defiance towards the Copy Ninja. No stupid mole is going to dictate your love life. It’s just a birthmark, nothing more. You plaster on your best customer service smile, handing over the cup and the small box with the customer's bun, wishing the gentleman a wonderful day and thanking him for his business.

He looks at you a bit lost but doesn’t press his proposal any further, assuming his rejection. You don’t want to address it now that ‘you-know-who’ is in the room but you pray the guy notices your note before his tosses the cup in the recycle.

As he leaves your stomach drops, both afraid Kakashi will find out what you did and sad that you never got the guy’s name. You chew on you lip as your eyes trail out the window after him before taking a deep breath and moving on to the next customer. You say your usual greeting when like a magnet, your eyes lock with Kakashi. He’s looking at you, calculated, reading you. Did he notice your number on the cup? Did he catch you looking out the window? What is he thinking behind that secretive mask?

Suddenly you realize you missed the lady’s order and blink your eyes back to focus, “I’m sorry, what was that?”

A lady, closer to her sixties than her fifties leans into you, reciting her order for the second time. As you jot it down and enter the items into the register she leans in and whispers, “Don’t go on that date sweetheart. It isn’t good to ignore a soulmark.”

Nervously glancing at Kakashi you whisper back, “I’m not ignoring it, I’m rejecting it. I’ve seen who I’m marked for and I don’t want it.”

“I don’t know what happened between you two but the longer you fight it, the harder things will be. Just give him (she glances over at the silver haired ninja) another chance.”

“I can make my own decisions, thank you.” you say as you hand over the food.

“You’re a sweet girl. Don’t do anything rash.” She grabs your hand as she takes her order and give you a light squeeze. “Just think on it.” With a smile she turns to walk out but not before giving Kakashi a polite nod as she passes. 

He exchanges pleasantries with her but as soon as she’s gone his piercing gaze is back on you. The heat of it makes you nervous. Part of you wonders again if he knows what you did and if he plans on confronting you about it. Please don’t confront me about this at work. 

You move through your line of customers for the next half hour, one after the other without any breaks. Kakashi stays with you the entire time, loitering in the shop. You want to kick him out but you also don’t want to give him any attention, aside from the glances you steal between transactions. Once the last member of the morning rush is gone you finally slam down your palm next to the register, jostling the plant. 

“Can I help you?”

He pauses, a smirk forming under his mask.

“These tables are for customers only. Either purchase something or get out.”

“Fine, I’ll bite.”

You stiffen, your eyes shooting to the cloth covering his lips. If he eats, am I finally going to see what’s under that mask? After rolling your shoulders and clearing your throat, you take a step and stand back over at the register, “What can I get you?”

“What did you recommend to that man when I first entered the shop?”

Frozen. “What?”

“The guy you were flirting with earlier. What did you offer him?”

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

“Come now, you must remember. Brown hair, brown eyes, hopeful smile, trying to steal my girl.”

“I’m not your girl.”

“Yet.”

“Stop.”

“No.”

“Get out.”

“No.”

“Leave!”

“No.”

You kick the counter in frustration. “Damn it Kakashi, stop! We are not a couple! We are not dating. I do not belong to you.”

“Yes. You. Do.”

“No. I. Don’t.”

The two of you stare at each other, heat rising between you.

“I’ll take the cinnamon roll.”

You scoff, “If you already knew what he ordered then why did you ask?”

“I wanted to see if you’d lie to me.”

“And?”

“Your pants are on fire.”

“No dip, Sherlock. So how do you feel knowing I lied to you?”

“Angry.” He says it mater-of-factly, no emotion behind the word.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would. That’s why I asked.”

Kakashi just stares back at you, his face blank. “The service here is terrible. How long do you plan on making me wait for this cinnamon roll? Or are you going to bake me a fresh one?”

“You’re insufferable.”

He shrugs his shoulders. You angrily grab one of the goodie boxes and start folding it. Unceremoniously you grab the roll and slam it down in the box before shoving it in Kakashi’s chest. “Take it before I spit on it.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to your soulmate.”

“We are not soulmates!”

“Do I need pull down those pants and show you my family crest?”

“You know what...” You take back the box and open the lid, bringing it to your face, you lick off a huge glob of frosting and then push it back into his hand, wiping the icing off your chin as you do. “There.”

Before you truly register what’s happening the box falls to the floor as Kakashi pulls you into him for a kiss. In lightning speed he lowers his mask and his lips go crashing into yours. One hand firmly circles your waist, the other at the back of your head, keeping you in place, His hold is fierce, leaving you helpless to pull away. You resist him at first, keeping your mouth still but the scent of him fills your nose and clouds your mind. He smells so good. Not like cologne, but a mix of the outside and natural musk. The kind of scent that, on most men, you’d dislike, but when it comes to the man you really want, your biology can’t get enough. Your lips give way to the demanding movements of his own and soon his tongue is exploring your cavern, licking the sugary sweetness right out of it. 

You swoon, your lips keeping pace with his. Everything about you is in sync. Your body entirely in tune with the man holding you. His fingers in your scalp tighten their grip, fisting your hair the more excited the wolf gets. You’re melting into him, every crevice of your body blending with his edges.

Kakashi’s moaning into you, devouring you and leaving your lips swole. He leaves you with a new hunger that you’ve never experienced before and it frightens you. All of this frightens you.

Your eyes snap open and you push him away. “No!”

Standing there, mask carefully pulled back over his features, Kakashi pants, a mix of dazed and shocked. He steps forward, “I know you felt it. It wasn’t just me.”

“It was.”

“Liar.”

You look at him with defiance. “I don’t know what I felt and I don't care. I’m not going to let this happen. Not now, not ever.”

“One way or another, Princess, this is happening. Fight it all you want mystery girl, but you’re not slipping through my fingers.”

“Get out.” you whisper, eyes turned down. You bite the flesh of your lips, feeling how inflamed they are from the way Kakashi toyed with them.

He gives you one last look of yearning before he leaves, making a shockingly silent exit.

You stoop down to collect the ruined cinnamon bun, almost surprised that Kakashi didn’t clean it up before he left. He cleaned up your mess last night, why not clean up this one? Ugh, even to yourself you sound like a selfish brat. Gods, how insufferable have I become?

Running my hands over my mask, I trace my own lips. You kissed her. You kissed her. Heavens, you kissed her.

Walking away from the bakery, I replay the scene over and over in my head. Her smell, her taste, her fire. I want her more than anything but I was foolish. I pushed her too far again. I need to get a grip. Why can’t I control myself around her?! This is a precision operation and I’m blowing it. 

Then there’s that guy. Who is my mystery girl giving herself away to? Over my dead body. There will be no date. I don’t care what she thinks she’s going to do, it’s not happening. 

I lower my hand and turn in the same direction that joke was walking in earlier. Time to do some recon...

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Marked for You Pt. 3

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: The universe is pulling you into Kakashi's arms against your will. You're trying to push him away but he keeps coming back. The stubborn hero won't take a hint.

Warnings: Sexual tension. It's getting hot in here.

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I did not intend for this request to turn into a series but I'm having too much fun. It sucks for my inbox but you girls seem to love it so I'm happy you're indulging me as I go on this little side quest.

If you've sent me a request, I do intend to honor it. I'm just bad at writing quickly while still in school.

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The sun beats down from the blue sky above, warming the top of your head. Using your forearm, you wipe the bead of sweat trickling down your temple before continuing to twist out the screws in the bakery’s sign. Less than thrilled about being on a ladder above a city street, you take apart the front of the ‘K’ and prop the plastic letter behind the sign while you remove the burnt out tubes. Two of the three bulbs are removed and brought down, then as you ascend to grab the third bulb you hear children below. After a pause you call out to them, “Please be careful boys, it’s not safe to play over here. Could you take your game across the street?”

The kids giggle at your accent and agree. Glad they were so compliant, you return to your work assuming they’d follow their word, however their antics continued with you standing meters above their little bodies. The steel bars begin to shake and sway as they bump into the A frame. You try to grab onto the roof of the shop for support but their final tackle throws you off your climbing apparatus completely. 

As if in slow motion, you can hear the metal feet of the ladder rock while your body free falls to the pavement. Your eyes look to the blue above in terror, knowing you will quite possibly knock yourself into a coma. 

Then, a pair of strong arms catch you while simultaneously knocking the wind out of your lungs. You can hardly think but at the moment breathing is proving to be the harder task. 

“You”

His word comes out deep and suave but full of disbelief. It's him, of course it has to be him. The man who had you up crying all night catches you in his arms like a frickin hero. Even if being caught didn’t leave you breathless, falling into the arms of the most beautiful man in the village would. You feel his strong muscles and his body heat through your clothes. The smell of him fills your nostrils and floods  your mind. Everything about his presence is designed for you and you hate it. His eyes shift back and forth looking into yours. What is he searching for? Then they drop to your lips…fuck. You feel his abs flex. He wants you. His hands are gripping you possessively. Your shirt tightens around your torso from the way he fists the fabric and your shorts constrict around your thigh, painfully so. 

The longer he looks at your lips the tighter it gets till you softly grunt. His hands instantly relax, his smile returns and he cracks a joke. 

“I don't often see angels fall from heaven.”

He’s such a player. A man-whore for sure. There’s no doubt. It still doesn’t change the way the comment makes your face hot. This perfect specimen of a man wants you. Genuinely wants you. Is it the mark at work? Or is it just your pretty face? 

He sets you down with such gentleness that you’d link you’re a delicate artifact. 

“Are you okay, miss?”

“I- yes- I- I’m fine. Mhm.” You tug at your shirt, pulling it down from where his grip scrunched it up. You feel exposed before him, nervous that he can tell how much your body is drawn to him. The treacherous sack of flesh won’t fall in line with logic and it will be the end of you.

“You were at the bar last night, weren’t you?”

You can’t bring yourself to look at him, otherwise it will give away what you’re really feeling. Instead you look to the ground wondering if you lost your screwdriver in addition to your senses.

“Did you drop something? Can I help you find it?”

“No, no, that’s fine. I’m all good, thanks to you. You don’t need to concern yourself with me anymore.” 

You’re trying to get him to move on. Go think about someone else. Go rescue someone else. Stop focusing on me. Seriously, he saved you from a coma. Acting like a gentleman and a hero. No wonder the village has been atwitter with all this stupid soulmate stuff. His heroism is going to make it hard to move on and pretend you don’t want this.

“Are you sure?”

Annoyed that he won’t take the hint and leave you alone, you get stern. “Sir, I can do things myself.” You wince at your own tone. You didn’t mean for it to come out that harsh, you just want him to stop making up for his behavior last night. You don’t want him to redeem himself. He’s a playboy. Yet the look on his face does something to your heart. 

“I’m sorry. It’s been a rough few weeks.” you apologize, “I’d just like to be left alone.” He nods at you, thinking the conversation is over, but you didn't want to forget your manners. “And thank you by the way. I could’ve been seriously injured.”

“Indeed. I’m glad you’re okay.” He looks like he wants to walk away but for some reason he won’t. “Are you alone?”

“My boss will be in soon. He likes to work the midshift.” Pleeease go away.

“Well, if you need a hand, I’d be happy to assis-”

“No, I’m fine, seriously” Does he ever give up? 

Defeated, he finally says, “Okay then. Have a good day.”

Thank goodness

The man finally leaves and you rush inside to cool down after the intensity of being so close to Kakashi. 

What is wrong with you? You’ve never been so flustered by a man in your life. You’ve finally made contact with this so-called soulmate and it’s left you a wreck. Everything about him has you off balance. The way he looks at you, the way he held you, his eagerness to help, it makes you feel like you jumped to conclusions last night. That stupid Jasmine girl, she makes you mad but you’re starting to understand where her dumb attitude comes from. He’s addicting to be around. You want to forgive him but then you remember how you barely slept. The thought of ending up like Jasmine, hopelessly in love, is enough to make your skin crawl. You shake your head. 

No, not me. Focus girlie. You have a chance to grow here, don’t make moving to the Leaf all about boys. 

You take a deep breath and grab one of the fluorescent tubes. Heading back outside, you're glad to see no children nearby and no Kakashi. With one hand clutching the light, you mount the ladder and walk up to install it before taking out the third and final burnt out bulb. From your vantage point atop the ladder, you catch the silver mop walking through the streets and you can’t help the way your chest tightens. 

I thought I told you to get a grip. You scold yourself internally just in time to catch Kakashi looking over his shoulder. You want to say this will be the end of it but you know it’s not. 

Curse Sakura for doing this to you and curse this stupid soulmark. 

It’s been a week. You’re working hard to ignore intrusive thoughts of Kakashi and focus on the bakery. The owner is really nice and has been super impressed by your initiative. He’s started asking you what your opinions are when it comes to menu items and shop decor. Plans to remodel the inside of the store are in the making and he lit up when you expressed your ideas. 

Fortunately for you, the village has also settled down with this whole soulmark hubbub and everyone seems to be respecting your wish to not tell Kakashi about it. You're perfectly aware their secrecy is likely because the women of the Leaf don’t want to ruin their own chance with the Copy Ninja. No matter, you couldn’t care less what their motives are, so long as it means you can keep your relationship, or lack there of, on your terms. 

The day is Saturday and for a change you’re working both the morning and midshift so that your boss can make a stop at some neighboring village. He’s searching for an experimental ingredient he wants to try and incorporate in a new line of gourmet treats. You leave him to his expedition while you hold down the fort at home, struggling with the 12 hour marathon of running the bakery on a weekend by yourself. 

It's been a particularly dreary day with rain falling since last night. Your wet socks can attest to the fact that walking to work at 4 in the morning sucks. You definitely need to invest in a pair of rainboots if this kind of downpour is common here in the Leaf. Back home, rain came in short waves. A quick shower that lasted for maybe 20 minutes and then the rest of the day is all sunny skies. Here, however, not so much. You guess that something about being closer to the stone cliff face squeezes the clouds’ moisture for all their worth, hence your squishy socks.

The clock's hands have finally wound to 4:00pm and you’re setting to close the shop. You lock the front door and move to the back where you haul out one trash sack at a time. The stone walkways of the old city are slick with rain water making the trek treacherous. At times you feel like you’re water skiing more than walking and the garbage bags really raise the stakes of the game you're playing to maintain your footing. 

Minding your step, you carefully tip toe from the rear of the store to the nearest dumpster. Eyes trained down, focused on avoiding the ever expanding rain puddles, you strategically step through the back alley. 

“Would you like help with that?”

“Huh?!”

Your head snaps up to see who spoke but the whipping motion combined with a lack of traction throws your entire body off balance. The rubbish sack in your hand lands on the ground with a big splash yet your bottom is somehow still dry. You look over to realize you’re once more in the arms of one ‘Kakashi of the Sharingan.’ The Hatake who’s clan is represented on your hip…great.

And just like last time your chest tightens in his strong hold. The warmth of his body shields you against the chill of the rain, while the bulk of his muscles cut into your back and legs. His grip yet again digs into you, clutching you like a prize while his eyes roam your entirety before landing once more on your lips. Your own eyes close for a dangerous second as you seal away the memory of his facial expression when he looks at you like this. 

The rain trickles against your forehead and when you look at him again his abs tighten just like they did last week. What are the chances that this would happen twice? 

It’s like a universal magnet is pulling us together but it’s not going to work. 

“It seems that you need to be more careful.” his smooth, deep voice jests.

“Why would I need to be more careful when it seems you’re always nearby to catch me before I fall?”

“What if next time I’m not around?”

“Well then I guess I’ll finally follow the laws of physics and hit the ground.”

“You sure you’re willing to take that risk?”

“I’m positive. Not every girl likes to be saved.”

“I’m sorry, should I let you fall in this puddle? I wasn’t aware that your dry behind was bothering you.”

“Drop me in this puddle and you’re dead.”

“Then maybe a thank you would be called for.”

“I didn’t ask for you to swoop in. Plus I wouldn’t have fallen if you didn’t startle me.”

“Letting go in 3, 2…” you squeeze him tighter. “Seems to me you want me to save you.”

“Just help me stand up so I can finish taking out the trash.”

Kakashi chuckles, normally he’s not this playful but something about you tickles him. He enjoys baiting you and you take it every time. It’s out of character for him but he can’t help himself. He sets you upright but before you can grab the trash sack he grabs it for you and walks it over to the dumpster. 

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.” he walks back and then grabs you again, swinging you onto his back and giving you a piggyback ride over to the bakery. He can feel the heat coming from your core as it pushes up against his spine. Blood rushes below his belt and with maximum effort he has to will it to return to his mind.

“Stop, seriously, this is embarrassing. I know how to walk.”

“Your shoes were getting wet.”

“They’ve been wet for 12 hours.”

“Explains the smell.”

You grunt in frustration. “Can I help you with something?”

“I was going to ask that of you.”

“What is your problem? Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“I was just trying to be helpful. Is that so bad?”

Your insides twist. Yes it’s bad. It makes you want him but you don’t, not after last week. Not after seeing how easily he jumps into bed with other women. It hurt to watch it play out in front of you like that. You can’t get involved with him cause it will hurt even more when the inevitable end comes. You’re not willing to put yourself through that.

“Here” he squats down, allowing you to dismount. “Take off your shoes.”

“What?! No!”

“Just take them off.”

“I’m not taking off my shoes.”

“Fine then.” He bows and leaves. You thank the heavens before reflecting on how easily he gave up. He really just walked away like that? It seems out of character for a man who’s been dedicated to fighting for others his entire life. But at least you can finally get back to closing the store. You continue to tidy up the kitchen when a few minutes later you hear a knock on the door. 

“We’re closed!”

“I know, let me in.”

You freeze. Kakashi’s voice glues you to where you stand. “What do you want?”

“To be let in, as I said.”

“And why do you want to be let in?”

“Are you always like this?”

“Yes.”

Kakashi opens the locked back door of the shop, presumably with his skills as a shinobi. “Here, I brought you these.”

He passes you a pair of rain boots in your size. A detail that surprises you. And they matched your outfit. He’s observant…and a pain in the ass. 

“Thank you.” your gratitude is dry as you grasp the rubber tops of your new footwear. 

“You’re welcome. Now your feet will be dry as you walk home.” 

“How much do I owe you?”

He blinks back at you in confusion.

“For the boots. How much?”

“They’re a gift.”

“I can’t accept that.”

“I- it’s no big deal, really. I have plenty of money. A few yen on some boots won’t set me back.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Why do you keep trying to help me?”

“Why does it bother you?”

“Because…” how do you get out of this? How do you tell him to leave you alone without spilling the beans as to what’s really upsetting you? “Because I need to prove that I can do it by myself.”

“Prove it to who?”

“To me!”

He looks at you again. “I used to be like you.”

“I doubt that.”

“I did. I was talented, young, and stupid.”

“You calling me stupid?”

“I wanted to do everything by myself cause I was better than everyone else. I was the youngest, the brightest, the best. If I couldn’t do it then no one could. Except…” you find yourself leaning into him, waiting for him to continue, “except a lot of people died. They died because I didn’t understand teamwork. I didn’t listen to my comrades and I didn’t allow them to help me.” The look he gives you is stern and calm but there’s this layer of pain well cloaked beneath it all. “I learned the hard way, accept the help and trust your comrades. The only way to do it, is together. You need teamwork in life and to have teamwork, you need a team.”

“And I suppose you want to be a part of my team.” 

“You live in Konaha, you’re already a part of my team.”

You purse your lips at him. “Fine, thank you for the rainboots.”

“You’re welcome. Now, will you bite off my head if I ask to walk you home?”

“I will.”

“Then I wish you a good day.”

“Have a good day Kakashi.”

“I never told you my name.” He looks at you with intrigue so you bite back.

“You didn’t have to. You’re famous.”

He smiles at you. Part of him is surprised, part of him understanding. “Could I have your name then, since you know mine?”

“You already know my shoe size. I feel like that’s a fair trade.”

He just shakes his head. “Okay then. Have a good evening, mystery girl.”

His eyes linger on you longer than you’re comfortable with but you waive him away. The warmth that floods your flesh is inevitable as your mind replays the entire exchange while you finish closing the bakery. After this entire day all you want is to get home to take a warm shower but instead of focusing on that goal you’re stuck thinking of the Copy Ninja. Why must he be like this? So damn charming. He really is a heartbreaker and you’re the dofus who can’t get him out of your head. 

I am so screwed if I can’t get him to take a hint and beat it.

After a two week mission here I am again, at the Barbeque Bar, getting my usual, celebrating having a real meal to eat. It’s been four weeks since I’ve first spotted my mystery girl. It annoys me how much I think about her. She’s beautiful but so combative. I wonder if that’s normal where she’s from. Or maybe she’s just skeptical of any man who approaches her. But something about the way she pushes back makes me want her more, especially when she speaks in that accent of hers. She’s different from the other girls. She’s not lovesick, she doesn’t look at me with desperation, she’s just herself. It’s refreshing. 

I don’t feel like some goal around her. Most women approach me for one thing and it’s exhausting. Sure it’s convenient if that’s the kind of mood I’m in but for the most part it’s not what I want. I just want friends, connections, a way to feel close to the village after taking the people I loved most for granted all those years ago. Something about her presence brings me comfort.

“Hey Chen”

“What’s up Kakashi?”

I turn my attention to my favorite bartender, “Do you remember that foreign girl that was here last month? The really pretty one.”

“In the black dress?”

“Yes, the satin one.”

“I’m surprised you remember her. You seemed pretty out of it that day.”

“She has a memorable face.”

“Does she?”

“It seems you remember her just as well as I do, so I’d say yes.”

“Fair point.”

“Do you know anything about her? Maybe her name?”

I see Chen turn to his buddy. The two men exchange glances, with Chen’s counterpart giving his head a small shake. “Sorry Kakashi, I don’t really know much about her.”

“The two of you know something.”

“Nope.”

“What am I missing?”

Once again the other bartender gives Chen a look of warning. “We promised not to say anything.”

My pulse begins to race. What could that possibly mean? What could they be hiding? What is she hiding?

“Come on, it’s Kakashi, he has a right to know.”

“Know what?”

“She-”

“No Chen”

“Fuck it, she’s your soulmate, Kakashi.”

I sit there stunned, unsure what to make of it. Chen doesn’t believe in that shit and neither have I. “What do you mean she’s my soulmate? Have you been talking to Sakura again?”

“Well…kinda.”

“That was meant to be a joke.” I deadpan.

“It turns out your mystery girl has a soulmark in the shape of your family sigil.”

“What on earth is a soulmark?”

“A birthmark that looks like your soulmate.”

“You mean to tell me she has the Hatake square on her body and you two somehow know about this but agreed to keep it a secret? Why, cause she thinks it means we’re soulmates and she doesn’t want me to know?”

“More or less…yeah.”

“Are you sure you’re sober back there?”

“Stone cold.”

“Hold on, why doesn’t she want me to know?" Then I think on our interactions. "She doesn’t want to be with me.”

“Unfortunately”

“Why?” I blink, confused as to why she’s been battling with me every time we’ve met. What could I have possibly done to offend her? Is she dating someone else?

“Cause she watched you get drunk and dry hump Jasmine.”

Oh yeah… I pause but then realization spins to anger. I look at Chen who apparently knew I was sitting across from my soulmate “Why didn’t you stop me?”

“How were we supposed to know you’d do that?! You've never paid Jasmine any mind before! Besides, are you really interested in her? I didn’t think you believed in this stuff.”

“I-” my brain stutters, am I? Am I interested in being with her? I feel different around her. Happy, playful, and the way she looks at me, it makes me stiff just thinking about it. “Yes. Annoyingly, I haven’t stopped thinking about her all month. Now I know why.”

“Kakashi, be careful. I wouldn’t get too excited.”

I don’t care what he has to say. I stand up before he can finish because I need to find her. I need to tell her I know. I grab my plates of food and walk out with them, promising to return them tomorrow once I’ve finished eating the best barbeque the village has to offer. For now though, there’s no time to waste. I need to find my mystery girl. The bar staff call after me, saying I'm a lunatic and a thief as I walk through the front door with their dishware.

Aimlessly, I begin my walk home, brainstorming where she could possibly be. It’s too late in the day for her to be at the bakery, she works mornings. Do I really have to wait till morning? 

I stop by a flower stand on my way, balancing the bouquet with my plates as I move back to my home. 

Entering my kitchen, I set the plates down on the counter and focus my attention on the flowers in my fist. I clip the thorns and prune the extra leaves. Then I spin some of the blooms so they open a little wider and lastly I clip the stems so that the bouquet sits nicely in a vase I have on hand. They need to look perfect.

Once the flowers are just right, I return to my food but it’s suddenly hard to swallow. I’m too excited and nervous. Emotions that I’m not usually acquainted with. Is this what Team 7 feels when they go on a mission? I can’t imagine feeling this way when headed towards combat. 

My mind gets lost as I think about what to say, what to do. I’ve never wanted this with someone before but my brain has been filled with thoughts of her for weeks already. So am I actually surprised by this? I shouldn’t be. After pacing my kitchen, I decide I need a distraction. I choose to sit down and read. 

Icha Icha is a perfect reprieve. Focus on fictitious characters for a time so I can forget about the real girl that I want to bend over and thrust my weighty length inside of. But of course the plan nearly backfires. All I do while leafing through Jiraiya’s words is think about her. How much I want her. How badly I want to hold her down. How beautiful she’d look trapped under me, with her body squirming against mine. How it’d feel to suck on her neck. How she’d taste on my tongue. I want to hold power over her body and reign over her pleasure. I want her on her knees before me, salivating at my feet. I want it so bad that my body aches with need. By the end of the book’s pages I see that it’s 5 in the morning and now I’m geared up to make these fantasies a reality.

I grab the vase and sprint out of my home, and down the streets of the village. I’ve never felt nervous before but I guess there’s always a time for firsts. I slow my pace right before making it to the bakey, debating if it’ll actually be open this early. Probably not. So I decide to take the back entrance. I pick the lock easy enough and make my way in like I belong. She’s my woman after all, wherever she is, is where I should be too.

I wind through the back corridor, stopping just outside the kitchen. There she is, measuring ingredients while she has three different batches of pastries stirring in various mixers. The shape of her behind lures me in. My eyes are drawn to her figure with a magnetic pulse. I can’t stop myself. I walk in and clear my throat, trying my best not to startle her.

“Good Morning.”

Simultaneously she shrieks and spills flour all over the stainless steel captain’s table. “What the hell Kakashi?! What are you doing here at 5 in the morning?!”

White powder settles in her hair and adorably dusts her cheeks, making the rising red color more obvious than it would have been otherwise. Her anger which was zoned in on my face zooms out and her eyes drop to the flowers in my hand. Comprehension surfaces and she looks back up to my gaze.

“Who told you?”

“It doesn’t matter”

“It does. I need to know who I can’t trust.”

“It’s about who I trust, not about who you can’t.”

She surveys me up and down, something unreadable in her expression. “You believe it?”

“Yes.”

“Well I don’t.”

“Then why did you come to the bar?”

She shrugs and looks down. “Curiosity”

“And?”

Her eyes pan up to mine and she looks at me coldly “I’m not interested.”

“Cause I got drunk.”

“Cause you’re a slut.”

“I was hurting.”

“So was I.”

“I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t want you to know. I wanted to see what kind of man you are.”

“And what kind of man am I?”

“One who’s going to hurt me.”

“I’d never-”

“You will.”

She cuts me off before I can finish my sentence. “I wouldn’t. Please, you have no idea what I’ve been through. The lessons life has taught me. You don’t know how afraid I’d be to lose someone I love.”

“You don’t love me.”

“Yet.”

“I won’t give you the chance.”

“Because of one drunken night?”

“Because I know how this will end for me. It hurt, you know, to watch you all over her. To see you pull her in your lap and hump her in public. She’s in love with you and you used her.”

My gut clenches like it’s been stabbed. I feel needle sharp pains in my chest and abdomen. She speaks the truth. All I can do is defend. “I didn’t know.” I whisper. “But now I do. I want to try.”

“Try,” her voice gets high pitched and cracks. “that’s the problem. It’s an experiment, a trial, not a commitment, which leaves me out on my ass in the cold after a few months of you playing soulmate. I can’t do it! I won’t do it. I’m not going to put myself in that position.”

I don’t know what more to say. I don’t want to push her away by being selfish and forcing the subject, but maybe just one more try. “You and I both know how this will end. Deny it all you want but we’ve already been pushed together by fate twice. How many more times will it take before you cave?”

Her eyes narrow at mine. “I won’t cave.”

I want to tell her she’s wrong. She doesn’t know who she’s up against. She is mine, the universe said so. She’s marked for me. I am Kakashi of the Sharingan. I don’t lose. 

And in my effort to not lose, I choose to play it cool. I back down.

“Fine, if  that’s how you feel, I’ll respect it. But know this, now that I know about your little mark, you are the only woman for me. I will not settle for less. It’s you or no one at all.”

“Then prepare to be a lonely man.” She says in defiance, her accent thickening with severity. 

I can’t even bring myself to be angry with her; she’s just so adorable with that spark and determination clouding her expression. 

“I’m a patient man. I don’t mind waiting.”

She rolls her eyes at me and it takes every fiber of my will not to trap her jaw between my fingers and reprimand her for her disrespect. 

Instead I approach her, crowding her space with my presence as I place the vase of flowers behind her. My arm brushes against her’s as I set down the arrangement. I don’t miss how her eyes widen and how her breath hitches. 

A lonely man? Please. Knowing I have a game of cat and mouse waiting for me here at the village between missions, will mean this is the least lonely I’ve ever been. 

Game on mystery girl, game on.

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Marked for You Pt. 2

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Kakashi's mission doesn't go as planned leaving him rocked. He makes mistakes and the next day stumbles upon his mystery-girl.

Warnings: Violence and mentions human trafficking

Word Count: 5.5k

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It’s been months. Not that I haven't been sent on long missions before. Sometimes it seems the Hokage, no matter which one it is, prefers to reserve these missions for me. The perfect soldier. The perfect weapon. The Leaf’s secret heavy artillery packaged up in one body. 

I’ve known what I am at the end of the day but sometimes I just want to feel more man than reaper. Thinking about the kids helps. They’re antics are the highlight of my day. Are they exhausting? Absolutely. But does it make me proud to watch them grow? Undoubtedly. 

My current mission? To protect the chief advisors of the Hidden Waterfall. All three of them are ancient. Once famous shinobi, now they need assistance brewing a cup of tea. So here I am, summoned due to a rogue shinobi group that has been closing in on the small nation and with its lack of Anbu forces. 

I’ve lived for three and a half months. I am certain of the involvement of one kid, however, when I brought it to the attention of the small council they laughed and said I’ve lost my touch. That’s one of the other hard parts of this. I can know what I’m doing and still be wrong. All I can really do is stay in the background and wait to be proven right with irrefutable proof. 

I wrote to the Leaf with my findings. I know the nephew of Lady Kano is involved with that new criminal organization Ishikozume. She doesn’t believe me now but by the time she does it will be too late. On the bright side, Lady Tsunade will still be sending a replacement for me in a few days. Part of me knows that’s when they’ll strike so the goal is to pretend I’m leaving before that. Then they’ll strike early and I can eliminate the threat. 

Word came back that the Ishikozume gang raided a village outside of the Leaf, leading to almost an entire village taking refuge in our city. The Hidden Waterfall is spooked by this news but still holds firm that the threat does not involve internal shinobi. I wish they’d see the signs, but they won’t listen. It’ll be their end. 

That’s where my assignment comes in. I’ve already laid the groundwork for my sting operation and soon the blood thirsty men who are affiliated with the gang in this village will be eliminated. It won't eradicate them all but it will take care of a good chunk. Which after the recent raid intercepted by the Leaf’s Anbu, will put a serious dent in the gang’s men, hopefully crippling their movements. 

Now outside the council’s meeting room, I stand erect, guarding them while they deliberate the secrets of the Waterfall village. I smell them before the hairs on my neck stand up. Fingers curling around my kunai, I flip them with a spin around my finger gripping the handles in my palms. 

At first the strikes were physical. They clearly hoped to sneak up on the council while they were unguarded, using little to no chakra. Could they be reserving it for some reason?

With two hands gripping my fists, the confused murderer confesses, “You weren’t supposed to be here. Our intel gathered that you were leaving a week before your replacement arrived. I guess your genin kid doesn’t need you after all.”

The ignorance of the man tickles me. The laugh that crept out soured my attacker’s expression. “That genin is well on his way to being the most powerful shinobi in the five great nations.”

Just as my sentence finishes I can hear a clamor in the next room. As I turn my body to bolt in a second man rounds the corner of the hall. I rip my fists from the clutches of the first shinobi to throw a ninja star at them both. The blades strike true, embedding themselves in their jugulars. 

My next weapon is instinctively already in hand as I break down the door. The skeptical seniors insisted on locking it in spite of the hurdle it creates in their protection detail. Three men have each councilperson held at knifepoint, daring me to attempt to save them all. In one swift motion, I hurl my shuriken through the air allowing it to spin like a boomerang, slicing off the heads of all three targets. Their last act is to stab their hostages. Luckily Lady Kano yanks away leaving her the only one to escape unscathed. 

Carefully stepping through the swelling puddles of blood, I return to their bodies, checking the pulses of the other two advisers. The flesh is warm however their pulse has faded. 

“They’re gone.”

“And so are they.” She nods towards the rouge nin. Her face is stern. She disapproves but at what I’m not sure. However right now the threat has been neutralized. Yet, something isn’t right. Three attackers at the village outside the Leaf, three attackers inside the council room entered through the window, but only two outside...

“There’s one more attacker! We need to go, now.”

“How do you know there’s one more?”

“They work in groups of three. Let’s get moving.”

Just then, the nephew I warned her about enters through the broken door. I should’ve known it would be him.

Jaw slack, eyes wide, she whispers his name in disbelief. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be out on assignment.”

“I have a different assignment.” 

Her panic stricken face turns to me. The irrefutable proof, now known. “How did you know?”

“I observed his movements. They didn’t match his missions. He often took far longer to return to the village than necessary. He was making extra stops. These scenic routes home coincided with Ishikozume attacks.” I laid it out for her. If she had just let me explain we wouldn’t be here, we could’ve prevented this tragedy.

“Why didn’t you tell us this?!”

“I tried. You were the one who dismissed me.”

“Classic Aunt Kano, always cutting people off cause her opinion is final. How does it feel to be wrong?”

“What is your organization’s goal?” I interrupt, having no interest in the mind games he wishes to play.

“I’ve heard of you, Copy Ninja. There’s no way I’m exposing organization secrets to someone who manages to slip through the fingers of every enemy he’s faced. I’m not stupid.”

If that’s how he wants to play it then so be it. Before he can fully extend his arm to throw the kunai at his aunt, I am behind him, my chidori fisted through his chest. The expression behind his eyes becomes vacant just as his knees buckle and his body tumbles to the ground.

“I’m sorry Lady Kano. I know he was family.”

“You-you stand there like a savior. Do you really think what you did is any better than what they did?” She points to the men who killed her comrades, “His life was only beginning. I’m an old lady! My life is almost over! Do you really think this was a fair trade?!”

“I apologize ma’am. I am doing my mission, which is to protect you.”

“But what about them?!” she gestures towards her fellow councilmen heaped on the ground. “Can you really say you completed your mission when two thirds of the council are dead?! You kill and you kill and you kill, and for what?!”

“I know ma’am.” I feel the weight of my actions in my chest. “The life of a shinobi is one of violence. Each side thinks it’s right. All I can do is protect my village right or wrong. I’m sorry for your loss.” Then I leave her there. I bow before walking away, unable to take the truth of her words. Yes, her nephew and his cohorts are murderous gang members, but we don’t even know why. They say it’s for the thrill of it but I doubt murdering family is a game for fun. There’s something more. 

I find my replacement at the outskirts of the village and brief him before heading home. I’m early, I know, but I can’t stay in this place much longer or my heart might tear in two from how violently it twists in my chest. I need the breeze on my face and the sting in my muscles as I dash home to clear my mind.

Night falls as I enter the village. I stop by Lady Hokage’s office to drop off my mission report. She can see the wear on my face but is too kind to say anything. Fortunately, she already knows I’m not one to share. When I look up at her, I can see her features are drained too. All these late nights and unsolved questions take their toll. The need to protect the village. The demand to do anything and everything necessary. The reality of what those actions mean… I think back to what Lady Kano said. Her words of disgust ring true. The atrocities I’ve committed. What those who’ve served in the Anbu and Foundation have done. We are equally as guilty for the ugliness of the world. 

Trying to pull myself together enough to exchange pleasantries, I wish her a pleasant evening and head home to shower and change. I take off my uniform, stripping down to a compression shirt and loose sweatpants, then head to the bar for my favorite barbeque. 

One thing about missions is that the food is bland. Food pills, unseasoned meat, maybe some rice don’t do much to satisfy hunger. That’s why coming home is such a relief. Real food, made with flavor, is a luxury to a shinobi. A luxury that doesn’t get mentioned enough. 

Though I don’t want to be around anyone right now, my stomach is winning the battle between home and food so off I go to grab some of the famous meat at the Barbeque Bar. 

Mind still stuck in the sand, I enter the familiar place. Seeing my usual spot open, I go to sit down. Upon my entry, Chen offers a wink and heads to the back to place my usual order. With his return he slides a cup of sake my way.

“Can I get a couple shots and a whiskey please?”

His brows furrow. “Something happen on your mission?”

“You could say that.” My eyes drop to the cup in my hand, already half gone.

“Well maybe there’s someone here that can make you smile.”

I tilt my head hoping he’ll elaborate but he doesn’t. He walks away and behind him I see a beautiful woman I don’t recognize. At least I’ve never seen her here before, that’s for certain. But I’ve also never seen her around the village. 

Studying her face, she seems nervous but there’s something more there. Maybe an eagerness to approach me. I’m sure I’d remember that face, a kunoichi that gorgeous. Either way, Chen’s not wrong, she is a welcome sight. I’d love to get to know her better. Maybe she can tell me more about where she came from. She can distract me from the events of today.

“Hey, here’s your drinks.”

“Thanks man.” I grab all three glasses, downing both shots and saving my whiskey to sip. The sake and shots warm my blood. They fill my veins with the same heat that reddened the cheeks of the girl across the bar. I search for her again but suddenly she seems afraid. The eagerness has left her expression and the look she gives me drags me right back under. The words of Lady Kano echo in my mind again. I kill and I kill and I kill…

I take a long draft of the amber fluid in my glass before I’m interrupted by a familiar face. 

“Hey Kakashi!” Her voice is warm and inviting, though her motives are plain. She presses her body against mine, the touch soothing to my soul. 

“Hi Jasmine. How are you?” 

I take another sip from my glass as she praddles about her recent adventures around the village. Jasmine has always treated me well but I avoid her because she wants something I cannot give. She’s hunting for a man that will complete her family. A single mother isn’t an easy life but I am no father figure. My purpose for this world is too dark. I can’t drag her and her son down with me. Yet, in this moment, I need her kindness. I hate myself for indulging in her fantasy but between the liquor and my crushing mind I find her lips and connect them with my own. 

She’s not as beautiful as the other girl but the warmth in her gaze makes up for it. She expels a small squeak of excitement followed by a hum of satisfaction. Quickly, she melts against me and I pull her into my lap, pushing her body against mine and feeling her skirt ride up till her underwear are rubbing against my sweats. 

She rocks her hips, stroking my stiffening length with her warm center, her legs straddling my lap and closing around my hips. Groans get muted by her tongue slipping between my lips. I can feel the twitching of my member and the way it leaks, looking for somewhere warm to be buried. One  hand card through her ebony hair and the other grips her hip harshly, grinding her against my lonely heart and aching pelvis. 

She coos into my mouth. It’s hungry for her till I hear the sound of a plate being placed on the bar table. I break off the kiss, feeling my senses return to me. “I’m sorry Jasmine. That was selfish of me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I shouldn’t be leading you on like that.” I look down ashamed of myself. I know what she wants and I’m pretending to give it to her. I’m acting like one of the men in my books.

“You’re not leading me on, we both want this.”

“We both know I’m not boyfriend material.”

“I don’t want a boyfriend. I want someone to share a bed with tonight. To me that seems like something we both need.” She nudges her nose against my cheek, trying to convince me with her gentle touch. 

“I should really just eat and head home.”

“Okay then, I’ll wait.”

To my surprise she spins around on my lap and orders some mixed rice, leaning to the side to allow me to eat my fill from the fresh plate of barbeque. 

After 40 minutes or so, we finish the last of our drinks, riding high on the influence of alcohol. It’s been a long time that a woman has clung to my arm like this. The look of adoration in her eyes and unwavering comfort in my presence has me wrapped around her finger. 

Strangely though, I catch her eyes flitting around the room. Even in my drunken haze I notice many disapproving faces. I pull away from her, asking if she knows what’s going on. “They’re probably just jealous. We make an attractive couple.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“It’s fine. Let’s go back to your place.”

“How about I walk you home?”

She takes the offer for what it is. I’m rejecting her and returning her to her son. She knows that, hence why her features are so broken. 

“Are you ever going to be interested in me?”

“You’re beautiful, but I’m not the right man for you. You deserve better.”

“You deserve better too. No one should be alone.”

“Maybe, but I’m no good. I’ll just weigh down whoever is unlucky enough to claim me.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so negative. It’s just the thoughts that I keep in my head. Seems the drinks have made me loose lipped.”

“Alright then. I accept your proposal to at least walk home together.”

I can’t help but smile. I walk over to the bar’s entry and pull open the door for her. “Lead the way m’lady.”

As she passes through my eyes turn and sweep the room. Angry glares follow me from every angle, including disappointed stares from the bar tenders. Too drunk to care much, I file the note in the back of my mind. Following Jasmine out onto the streets of Konaha. 

You’re working your usual shift at the bakery, having opened hours beforehand, now you’re standing at the counter dolling out pastries to each customer that enters the shop. You paste on a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes because you’re still sifting through the disappointment from last night. Then as you hear the door open, what’s left of your smile falls from your face. 

Long pin straight black hair flows down her shoulders and chest as her petite frame glides to the counter. 

“Good Morning”

“Morning”

Your body stiffens, hurt and anger blaze through you. She knew about your mark and felt the need to sweep in to stop you from making contact with Kakashi. But why does it matter? It doesn’t. Stop being petty.

She goes ahead and orders glazed over flakey sweet buns and finishes her order with a gloating smile.

“You seem tired today.” 

You wanted to glare at her. Of course you’re tired, you were up half the night in tears and then had to come into work at 4:30am. “Yes ma’am. I open at 4:30 so that the baked goods are fresh.”

“Is that the only reason?”

You look her square in the face. “Yes, what other reason would there be?”

“Maybe you’re upset because your little birthmark doesn’t mean a thing.”

“I never believed it did. That was everyone else who cared.”

Her continued gloating smile made her face extremely punch-able. 

“You sure? You seemed really disappointed when Kakashi pulled me into his lap. I’m sure you wish you were the one who brought him home. You’d be crazy not to.”

“Well I don’t. I’m not into drunks.”

Her eyes flash. “You know nothing about him. An outsider like you shouldn’t say a damn thing about our heros.”

“Look, do you want the buns or not? I’m not the one who started this conversation and I’m not interested in finishing it. Either pay for the food or get out.”

She slams down her yen and snaches the bag out of your hand. Nothing relieves your nerves like the sight of her storming out of the shop, even as the door bangs shut behind her. 

“Sorry about Jasmine.” a nice older kunoichi chimes in. “She’s had feelings for Kakashi forever. I can’t imagine hearing that someone is his soulmate is sitting well with her. I know it doesn’t excuse her behavior, but I want you to know it’s not personal.”

You nod at the woman, starting to feel a smidge of forgiveness towards the obnoxious chihuahua. “I don’t particularly believe in all this stuff.” your eyes shift down to the cabinet below you, “But it was nice to fantasize while it lasted.”

“I take it you’re not interested in pursuing your mark anymore.”

“No, I’d rather focus on this second chance at life the Leaf has given me.”

The lady smiles at you knowingly. “I understand that. But I’ve been around a long time, dear, and I can tell you, life has a way of making things happen whether you want it or not. What’s meant for you will be.”

You nod, wondering if she’s right. 

“Now can I get a box of those dumplings? I’d love to bring them to my daughter's house when I go visit my grandson.”

A grin returns to your lips as you acquiesce. After she makes her purchase you’re left alone. Your eyes roam the empty room filled with vacant tables and chairs. Reaching for the broom, you busy your hands, sweeping the dining area as your mind races. 

Why do people continue to defend him? Even going as far as to put you down? And why do so many people believe in your mark? Did they ever consider that there’s a reason the man’s been single forever?

You roll your eyes, why do I care? None of this matters. I’m probably never going to see him again anyways. It’s time to focus and work my way up in this village. Enough of this Kakashi nonsense.

Feeling firm in your stance you finish collecting the dirt and brush it into the dustpan before tossing it in the garbage bin. A quick clap of your hands to shake off the dust and you remember the task your boss assigned once the morning rush is done. 

Your brows drop and your head falls back with a low groan. You have to fix the sign outside. The bulbs in one of the letters burned out and you’re supposed to replace the fluorescents. But at least it’s the last chore before you're off. And today you don’t even need to come back for third shift. You get to go home and sleep as late as you want. 

“Just one more thing.” you assure yourself.

Rummaging in the back closet behind the kitchen, you find the extendable ladder and drag it out with a profound lack of grace. The steel edge scrapes against the door frame as your back hits the wall behind you. A quick glance around the empty place leaves you with a small dose of relief as you realize no one is there to see you struggle…including  your boss. 

After a small giggle, reflecting on the crazy shit girls do when they don’t have a man handy, you heave the ladder through the front of the shop and set it up outside. With one more round of scrounging in the back closet, you grab the bulb replacements and a screwdriver before heading outside to perform your task.

Stepping out onto the dirt of the sidewalk you gaze up against the sun, eyes squinting in the light. After sizing up the job you realize you’ll need to do this one bulb at a time. You lay the spare tubes down on the inside of the Bakery’s door and keep only one secured in your fist. Approaching the steps and placing the screwdriver between your teeth, you ascend, grasping one rung at a time. Once at the top you balance the fluorescent on the ladder while you use the Phillips head to unfasten the plastic covering the old bulbs. Overall it’s proving to be a tedious job but hey, someone’s gotta do it. 

I wake up from my sleep later in the day than intended. My mind is slow to wake, like there’s this fog blanketing my mind and eyes. A reprieve is found in the murkiness; a break from the weight of the shinobi burden. I can feel the dehydration from the alcohol in my parched mouth. 

Why did I drink so much? That was impulsive of me. Crap, speaking of impulsive, I should apologize to Jasmine again. I led her on, knowing how she feels. I drag my hand over my face as I’m filled with regret. I can feel the blood flow restore as I rub my eyes a few more times before I finally get up and stretch. 

The lactic acid from yesterday’s trek home burns my legs so I decide to do a few squats to break up the compound. The relief is instant, leading me into my usual morning routine, starting with 6 variations of pushups till I reach 120. Then I do walking planks with toe taps followed by burpees. Lastly I copy Guy’s handstands (not that I’ll ever allow him to know I do this) and end with a few inverted push ups on my fingertips. Once I finish, the last of the grogginess clears from my once tired mind and I’m able to shower and get dressed for the day. 

In nothing but a towel, I pad over to my kitchen and fill a glass with water. Bringing the liquid to my lips, I down the entire contents in a few gulps. Somehow, once finished, I feel more thirsty than before and anxiously refill my cup. I repeat the process three more times till I’m finally quenched. 

Leaving the glass in the sink, I head back to my room and grab my usual compression shirt and sweats along with my mask and head out to the market. Another downside to always being away on missions is that every time I come home I immediately have to go shopping for the essentials. I can never keep food on hand. It will all spoil when I’m not home. So on days where I’d like to do nothing more than sit in my house for 48 straight hours, I’m forced to head into the heart of town to grab the basics. 

Kicking a pebble in my standard issue sandals, I contemplate Lady Kano. I wonder how she feels and if she truly meant what she said or if it was just spoken out of grief. She can’t possibly think her nephew's life was worth saving, knowing the things the Ishikozume gang do. Especially to women such as herself. From the intel we’ve gathered, they don’t care how old or young a girl is, if she’s a girl, she’s up for sale.

But it still bothers me. I’ve always known what I am, what I’m used for. It’s a bleak life for a shinobi. Yet many still pursue it as if it were a badge of honor. 

Eyes still trained on the rock at my feet, my peripheral can see the stares I receive from the town. There seem to be more of them than usual but maybe it’s because I’ve been away longer than normal, or maybe it’s because Naruto and Sakura continue to grow in fame and consequently, so do I. 

My nose picks up the scent of recently brewed beverages, slow roasted meats, and freshly baked goods; I must be close. I try to steer my thoughts towards my list of purchases, the basic meals I’ll make the first couple days while I recuperate and the fancier dishes I plan to treat myself with as I regain my motivation. 

The sounds of children playing tickle my ears and I look up, remembering the way Naruto and Sasuke once sounded. They were winey young things, so similar and so different all at once. Then there was young lovesick Sakura tagging along, just happy to be there. I should find them and check in. 

My gaze catches the two culperates of the ruckus and I nearly smile, except they’re playing dangerously close to a ladder. I open my mouth to say something when a body falls from the top. Without realizing it, my ninja instincts kick in and I catch the heap of flesh in my arms. Sometimes it blows my own mind how reactive I can be. How automated and fine tuned my body is to its surroundings. I was built to be a warrior, a tool for the nation to use, yet as I look down to assess the person suddenly in my arms I feel human. 

“You” I breathe out in a low tone. It's her, the woman from the bar. The one who worked up a fire in my veins and just as quickly snuffed it out. The reason I threw myself into an ill advised makeout session with Jasmine. 

My eyes shift back and forth, drinking in her irises. I wish I could spend the rest of the day memorizing their lines and specks, yet my gaze falls down to her lips, so pink and full. I feel a contraction in my core as I admire her winded state. My balls tighten and my fingers grip her greedily. I don’t even realize my hands have fisted her shirt and pants till she makes a small sound. My eyes refocus on her face and mindlessly I speak.

“I don’t often see angels fall from heaven.” The blush that consumes her face radiates with heat. Why did I say that? Since when do I make corny jokes? My insides twist with embarrassment.

Gently, I set her down, my pupils dragging along her frame, assessing if she’s really okay, while attempting to memorize every curve. 

“Are you okay, miss?”

“I- yes- I- I’m fine. Mhm.” She tugs at her clothing, trying to readjust it, like she’s nervously covering herself. What does she see in me that makes her so worried? Am I scary? 

“You were at the bar last night, weren’t you?”

She hides her face by looking down and turning away, seemingly looking for something, but I’m not sure what.

“Did you drop something? Can I help you find it?”

“No, no, that’s fine. I’m all good, thanks to you. You don’t need to concern yourself with me anymore.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sir, I can do things myself.”

Her words are defensive and it breaks through my usual walls. I believe my face must’ve cracked because when she turns back, the way she looks back at me is full of remorse. 

“I’m sorry. It’s been a rough few weeks. I’d just like to be left alone.” I nod. “And thank you by the way. I could’ve been seriously injured.”

“Indeed. I’m glad you’re okay.” I’m about to walk away when something tells me to stay, “Are you alone?”

“My boss will be in soon. He likes to work the midshift.”

“Well, if you need a hand, I’d be happy to assis-”

“No, I’m fine, seriously”

The pushiness and the defensive tone behind her words continues to confuse me. “Okay then. Have a good day.”

She doesn’t say it back. Her cheeks simply turn a brighter shade of scarlet as she hurries inside the shop. To my surprise she doesn’t resume her spot atop the ladder but rather races to close the plexiglass door that separates the sweets shop from the street. 

Even with her walls up, something about her settles deep in my gut. There’s this sense that I need to be near her. Slowly, I force my feet to resume their path to the markets, my legs almost protesting the steps I take leading away from her. It’s the strangest sensation; something I’ve never experienced before. 

My mind, recently circulating the thoughts of my mission, is now looping the features of my mystery-girl. A new topic of sudden interest that now fills the graymatter of my skull. 

She’s not from around here, that much I know. But when did she arrive, and what accent was I hearing? It was beautiful, even though her words were laced with rejection. Yet something about that voice, remembering it makes my head turn to look over my shoulder. The shop may be far away now, but I see her back on the ladder and she’s staring right at me. My chest swells.

Even from my current vantage point I can see how she jumps and quickly repositions her attention towards the sign she’s repairing. Concequently, I notice how my pulse quickens. 

What is this I’m feeling? I’m not in danger. I’m also not necessarily aroused. It’s not like last night with Jasmine. It’s something else and it’s distracting. I try even harder than before to focus on my grocery list but now I’m noticing things like how many flower shops are along this road and how few bakery’s there are. My hands twitch each time I move past a petal stand, like there’s a compulsion to head back to her, flowers in my fist. 

Now I feel it in my stomach. This twisting sensation that almost irks me. Enough. This isn’t rational, it’s just the stress of the mission. Focus Kakashi, you need to get home and rest. Exhaustion has you losing your cool. 

Thoughts still stuck on those cheeks and lips, once I’ve made my purchases, I subconsciously lick my own as I walk back the way I came. Coming up on the bakery, I crane my neck, straining to see inside, looking for something I strangely desire. However, inside there is only a middle aged man. She must be off for the day. 

It’s just the mystery of her. If I get to know her this will subside. 

I chant these thoughts to myself, perplexed at what’s gotten into me. Even as I slot the key into the hole of my own front door, my mind is meters behind me, still thinking of the foreign girl. I stride inside and dump the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. Leaning against it, the folds of my brain are so consumed with questions about this girl, it numbs my thoughts to the point I feel as if those same folds have gone smooth. Who is she? Where’s she from? When did she get here? Is she here alone? What do those lips feel like? What does she taste like?

Stop. That’s enough.

Come back next week for Part 3 😉

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So.. another kakashi ask here !!!

Please !!

It's a soulmate story .. I'm not sure if you do soulmates or not but I'll get bold and lay out my fic request here🤭🤭 I'm sorry I'm shameless but you spoiled me by honouring my previous two fic request with mind blowing content ... So it's on you !! ❣️

so.. reader is from a land outside of konoha, she was saved form an attack and brought back to konoha and given a refuge .. upon physical checkup sakura. discovers she has a soulmark.. which is a hatake clan mark.. everyone in team 7 is intrigued , excited and everything cz their sensei will now have a girlfriend. Fem reader doesn't know anything about this soulmate everyone is talking about. He is out on a 4 month long mission and doesn't know anything about it. Everyone is waiting for his arrival and you already cannot wait to see him....

and when he comes back, he heads straight to the bar. The tiredness and a few drinks makes him grumpy and he ends up flirting or taking some random girl back home. It all pans out in front of everyone and you are heartbroken. Utterly shattered, you decide to keep this thing a secret and everyone respects your wishes. You move on and begin to settle in your new life but fate has other plans. It could be a seried of events where he meets you accidentally and weeks later finds out the truth. he is embarassed at how much time he has wasted and wants to give this a chance .. the only problem is you don't want the same anymore ..then begins the act of trying to win youe heart and elite ninja is failing miserably 🤭.. it could be lots of Fluffy and smuttty ..

You always come in hot with these requests!

This one has a lot of scenes in the request so to honor them all I had to break the fic up into a couple parts but I love this concept. I can't wait for you to read part 2 where all the juicy stuff happens! It's gonna be so good!!

Marked for You pt.1 I Marked for You pt.2 I Marked for You pt.3

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Marked for You Pt. 1

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: After your village is raided by a ruthless gang, the Leaf Anbu rescue you and guide you back to their village were you are free to start over. During your physical Sakura discovers a soulmark on your body, realizing you are soulmates with her sensei. The village buzzes with excitement and once he's home from a long mission you meet.

Warnings: Mentions of murder and human trafficking

Word Count: 4.9k

Reader Request I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6

The ground shakes and explosions boom beyond the walls of your workplace. Panic rises in your chest as you look for cover. There’s a steel table in the kitchen of the bakery you work at. Crawling on your hands and knees, containers of flour and sugar vibrate off the counter. The stainless steel bowls roll on their rims, the dust of baking ingredients clouding the air and slowly settling on the floor while coating your cheeks in white powder. 

The sound of the bell attached to the front door rings. People have come inside, but what kind? Were they enemies? Were they civilians? Or were they something else? 

You reach for the cast iron griddle and prop it up in front of you. Either you can use it as a shield or a weapon, depending on what horrors await. Heavy footfalls enter the kitchen and it feels as if the cast iron were sitting in your stomach instead of your hands. 

When your eyes pan up you see them, masked men holding kunai in their fists, you could feel your body go rigid. This was it, the notorious masked rouge shinobi who’d been raiding the surrounding villages are here in your friend’s bakery, ready to kill or worse. And yes, that is exactly what you mean, because you know with certainty there are many fates worse than death. 

Knuckles whitening from the grip your fingers have on the griddle, you lift it up ready to swing when all three men fall to their knees. Bewilderment covers your face, then you look behind them. More masked men with red and white animal masks come into view. You gulp and continue to raise your makeshift weapon when one of them raises his hand and drops his knives from the other. 

“We don’t mean you any harm.”

“H-how do I know this isn’t a trap?” you say, voice hoarse with fear.

One of the men remove their facemask. “We were sent here from the Hidden Leaf. We were asked to take out the Ishikozume.”

Your shaking legs barely allow you to stand as you straighten up and see beyond the broken  shop window. The scene before you is one of war. So many buildings have been destroyed. Your village is all but ruins. “Some job you did. They’ve nearly leveled the place.”

“We’re sorry ma’am. We came as soon as we got word.”

“So what are we supposed to do now?”

“Unfortunately ma’am, this is not the entire gang. Most of them did not join this attack.”

“This is what only part of the gang can do?!”

“The Ishikozume are ruthless. I am so sorry but it’s not safe to stay here. If the rest of the gang come to check out the attack, they are sure to kill any remaining survivors. I implore you to come with us.”

“Doesn't sound like I have much of a choice.”

“It seems not.” 

Your eyes take in the scene around you. The shop destroyed, the street turned to rubble and your city brought to its knees by only a fraction of the Ishikozume. With a trembling body you step forward. “Lead the way.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Reluctantly, as you step onto the street you soak in the view of what was once your home. These violent rebels have been ransacking cities, trafficking it’s women and children, stealing their riches, and burning its structures to ashes just for the fun of it. Your stomach twisted wondering what your friend’s face will look like when she comes home to this. To find her life is nothing like it was when she left. For now though, you’d follow these men somewhere safe. Somewhere with walls and protection because here, in the scraps of your beloved village, is not where you want to be.

The trip to the Hidden Leaf was long. You walked through the woods for miles, even stopping to sleep for a few hours. The ninja, who you learned are a special group called the Anbu, escorted you most of the way home. They informed you that they normally wouldn’t be responsible for bringing refugees with them and normally a group of Chunin would do that job but the Ishikozume were considered such a viable threat that they didn’t feel comfortable leaving you and the other survivors in the hands of anyone less than themselves. 

Before the sun even rose the next morning you were back on your feet marching through the trees to get to the great city. Once finally there, the tall walls welcomed you like a doormat. It was like a fortress and you’d accept nothing less after your recent experience. 

The men checked you in at the front gate and guided you over to the hospital. You were greeted by a girl in a white jacket with pink hair. 

“My name is Sakura. All of you will be required to go through a thorough physical exam prior to being allowed long term residence here in the village. After your examination you will meet with the Hokage who is prepping living arrangements and possible work for you based on the information that some of the Anbu brought back with them early this morning prior to your arrival.”

“That’s a pretty efficient system.”

“We take these matters very seriously. We would’ve intervened sooner but we didn’t know of the raid till it was already underway. I’m sorry.”

Her eyes cast down and you believed her. She wasn’t trying to seem like some superhero, just a girl trying to give you a place to go after your home was ripped away from you. 

Many of your neighbors and random faces from back home went before you. Your mind was too lost in the static of what you endured yesterday to really care about the changes that await after your physical but soon the pool of people to choose from narrows and you’re up next. 

“Ma’am, please follow me.”

Almost like an out of body experience you walk down the hall of the sterile building. Everyone here is so clean and put together. No one has a scratch on them, splotches of mud don’t stain their clothes and faces, but here you are, dirtying their floors with the ashes of your village. Heck you’re pretty sure you still have some flour or sugar to sprinkle in your wake.

The girl named Sakura comes to a stop and gestures for you to go into the room before her. 

The exam begins like all the rest. She weighs you, takes some vials of your blood for testing, checks your pulse and blood pressure, and then begins examining your skin for any lacerations or bruises. 

“I apologize, but I’d like you to remove your clothing. I need to make sure you have no skin conditions or injuries and I will also be performing some gynecological testing if that’s okay.”

You silently nod as you begin to remove your clothes starting with your shirt. The garment is folded neatly and placed on a nearby chair before you unbutton your pants. As you disrobe you hear the girl with pink hair gasp. Quickly you start to pull your pants back on assuming the worst. 

“What?! What is it?!”

“Your hip!”

“Is something wrong with it? Did I get stabbed? I didn’t even feel anything!”

“No! Nothing like that.”

“Then what on earth was that gasp for?!” you say a little louder than you meant. The adrenaline still pumped through you from yesterday’s tragedy and the instant regret twinges in your heart as you see the girl flinch from your tone. 

“Your birthmark,”

“What about it?”

“It’s a soulmark.”

“What on earth is a soulmark?” You begin to feel irritated again, waiting for her to get to the point. What could possibly be so ‘gasp-worthy’ about a silly birthmark.

“It’s a birthmark in the shape of your soulmate.”

At this you laugh out loud. Stress seems to allow you to rocket between emotions in a single heartbeat. You always kinda liked your birthmark cause it was unique, an imperfect grid of nine square-like freckles resting on the upper portion of your back hip only visible from behind when you’re wearing a thong or a bikini. 

“I doubt my soulmate is a square!” you wheeze out between giggle fits.

“No! It doesn’t look like the man, it’s his crest! Nine squares fit together in a larger square, that’s the Hatake crest! Look!”

From a nearby display of pamphlets, Sakura pulls one that is a history of the village, including the many great clans and powerful ninja. Your fingers trace the page down to the geometric crest, running your prints along the lines of the Hatake square. “You sure of this?”

The grin on her face says it all. “You wanna see what he looks like?”

“How do you know which member of this family I’m ‘destined’ for?”

“Well- uh- see, he-” then her shoulders softly deflate, “he’s the last one.”

Your face turns to sympathy as you let the bit of news resonate. The last of his clan… you can sympathize easily after just experiencing the extermination of many from your home. You wonder how many clans were wiped out just yesterday.

The girl then fumbles through other non-medical pamphlets in the little wall display till she finds the one talking about the great shinobi, past and present. She unfolds it till her eyes light up and she shoves the paper into your hands. “That one. That’s Kakashi-sensei.”

“Sensei?” you ask with a raised brow.

“He was my sensei when I was a Genin. He’s super talented, amazing really. He had us play this game where we had to take a bell from him and when we tried it again a few years ago he weaved hand signs so fast his fingers were nothing but a blur!”

Without realizing it, your mouth fell open and your eyes pan down to the image of a silver haired ninja with 75% of his face covered. 

“How do you know what he looks like? All you can see is one eye.”

“He likes to cover his sharingan.”

The word’s significance doesn’t register so you press on, “And the rest of his face?”

She simply shrugs, “I dunno, it hasn’t stopped other women from liking him”

Something about her statement brings out a tinge of jealousy. You take another look at the pamphlet. As you take a second look you start to see the merits of the man. Despite the mask, you could tell he had a strong jawline from how it clings to his face. His figure was slender with poorly disguised biceps and his signature hair swoop was a flattering statement that paired nicely with the mysterious mask. After reconsideration you concede that the man is indeed attractive. 

“I guess you’re right. I can see why other women would like him.”

“So does that mean you think he’s cute?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, I think he’s cute.”

“I knew you’d like him! Kakashi-sensei is the best!”

You offer a soft smile and begin to pull your pants back down so she can resume the physical. “So tell me more about him.”

“Well, he’s an amazing shinobi. Really respected. He graduated from the academy at 5, became a Jonin at 12, joined the Anbu at 13 and served them for 10 years before becoming my sensei.”

“Sounds impressive but a little scary. Is he nice?”

“He’s really nice! You wouldn’t think so since he’s been through a lot but he’s really big on teamwork and protecting his friends. Sometimes he’s a little withdrawn cause he doesn’t like all the attention but he’s a real stand up guy.”

That last bit makes you happy and she can see it on your face.  Sakura directs you to hop up on the exam table. 

“When was the last time you were checked?”

“It’s been a few years. I don’t really have a doctor back home.”

“Do you want me to perform the usual?”

“Yes please.”

“Feet in the stirrups and scooch to the edge of the table.”

You shift under the paper blanket she provided and do as she asks. 

“You’ll feel something cool slide in and then a little pressure. Try to relax.”

You nod and stare at the ceiling. “So when do I meet my so-called soulmate?”

“It’ll be a few weeks still. He’s been gone on a mission for the past four months.”

“Four months?! For a mission?”

“Sometimes we travel across several nations. It takes time.”

“You act like this is normal. Do shinobi usually have spouses and stuff?”

“Usually, but Kakashi sensei is different. He’s never had a girlfriend. He’s lost a lot of the people he’s loved. I don’t think he’s really allowed himself to entertain the idea. But you have a soulmark! He’s bound to fall for you. The gods have literally branded you for him.”

The pink haired ninja puts the sample she collected on her tray and signals for you to sit back up. 

“You make it all sound so romantic, like it’s destiny or something.”

“It is destiny. Just like me and Sasuke. We’ll be together one day, when he comes to his senses and returns home.”

“I don’t know who Sasuke is but I hope you’re right. You have me over here almost believing you.”

Sakura gives you a determined look solidifying her stance on the matter. “I’ll send this and your bloodwork off to the lab for testing but everything looks good down there. The rest of your physical shows you’re healthy. I’m going to send you over to Lady Tsunade so she can help you find housing and work.”

“Thank you Sakura.”

“And Y/N,” you turn your head to her, “Welcome to the Leaf.”

“Thank you.” you hum through your smile. After everything you went through yesterday and today, you’re glad to feel safe and offered a chance to live in the protection of one of the five great nations. 

After Sakura clears the room and you redress, your eyes glance over to the pamphlet left behind. Is he really as amazing as they say he is? Finishing the fastens of your clothes, your hands grab the pages and bring them close to your face. You scrutinize the image. He does look very handsome here, secret identity and all. You bet he’s even more handsome beneath the mask. 

“I wish I didn’t have to wait a few weeks to meet you.” you mutter to the paper, before folding it and tucking it away. It was nice to have something positive to think about after the horrors of 24 hours ago. With one last sweep of the medical room to make sure you didn’t forget anything, you exit the hospital and start for headquarters where the Hokage is waiting.

“So we’re going to put you here.” The painted red nail of the hokage points to a small apartment building near the center of town. “They’re not the most glamorous apartments but it should do for now. If you find a higher paying job, you are welcome to move.”

“Thank you Lady Tsunade.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“And what am I doing for work in the meantime?”

“One of the Anbu had mentioned you said something about being able to bake so I asked him to talk to one of the bakeries in town to see if they required any staff. Fortunately for us, they’re looking for someone. They’d like you to report at 4:30am so that you can finish the pastries before the morning rush.”

You nod, accepting the papers she hands over to you. One has a map of the village with several circles and two stars. One star over your new home, the other over your new job. The rest of the markings seem to indicate places to shop and eat. 

“I appreciate this Lady Tsunade. May I ask how long I’m allowed to stay?”

She looks you over, “As long as you’d like. Assuming you don’t cause trouble.” she adds with a wink.

“May I ask another question?”

“Sure.”

“Sakura mentioned something about her sensei. She said he was out on a mission for a few more weeks. Do you know when he’s supposed to return?”

“Kakashi? He’s scheduled to return in 16 days. Why?”

“She found a soulmark on my body. She thinks he and I are destined to be soulmates and while I don’t believe in that kind of stuff, I’d like to at least have an introduction. It can’t hurt, right?”

The hokage’s mouth falls open. “You have a soulmark?”

Shyness starts to creep in. “That’s what she said.”

“Oh, this is wonderful news! I’d love for Kakashi to finally have someone! Sure beats being single in your 50’s”

“He seems well liked.”

“He’s had a hard life. He lost a lot of people he admired and has limited his romantic interests to reading a book.” A questioning brow is raised at that last part. “He enjoys Jiraiya’s stupid romance books.” she says with an annoyed edge.

“Oh.”

“Anyways, in 16 days you’ll know for yourself. Also, good luck. You’re about to become a celebrity.”

“What on earth do you mean?”

“A foreigner with a soulmark for the Copy Ninja? You’ll be famous by the end of the week.”

Your back stiffens at the idea of being famous in a new city. You’ve never been one to enjoy notoriety, preferring peace and quiet instead. “Right, well, thank you my Lady. I have a lot to get acquainted with.”

“You’re welcome, I’ll check on you in a few days.”

“See you then.” you smile before slipping out of the tall door at the front of her office. Now that all the formalities are out of the way, you head out of the building and enjoy a peaceful walk home, free of the terrors of bandits and rogue shinobi. You didn’t fear the shadows the way you would’ve back home, just the prospect of your looming fame. You sincerely hope if your silly birthmark is going to make you the talk of the town, the man surrounding this gossip better be worth it, otherwise your second chance is going to be ruined by this soulmark business.

True to her word, Lady Tsunade is absolutely right. For the past two weeks, word of a woman with the Hatake clan crest as a soulmark on her hip spread through the village like the flu. A frustrating amount of traffic came through the front door of your new bakery job so people could meet the lucky woman destined for the gorgeous Kakashi of the Sharingan. 

One group of women that you had the displeasure of meeting, felt it necessary to mock you when you didn’t know Kakashi had a special eye that you never heard of. “Some soulmate, she doesn’t even know what a Sharigan is. Looks like the gods messed up on this one.”

You rolled your eyes and asked if they were ready for their order. If this is the kind of reception you receive before even meeting the man, how bad will it be if you actually do start dating him? One thing that has been comforting is that with this kind of buzz surrounding the man, including several visits from a certain blonde haired boy who happens to live in the same building as you, the man in question must be pretty great. You’d lie if you said you weren’t excited. You try to convince yourself that it’s all made up kids stuff but the warmth in your chest grows each time you think about meeting him. 

Your boss is thrilled with your new found celebrity status because it means a constant stream of traffic into his shop, something he hasn’t had in years. You almost feel a certain degree of pressure for the meeting between you and Kakashi to go well so that the line of people entering the bakery doesn’t stop. 

The days till Kakashi’s homecoming have flown by faster than expected. This particular night as you close the shop after your second shift of the day, a tuft of spiky blonde hair appears at the door. You notice through the kitchen window and put down the pans that you were scrubbing to go unlock the front door. 

“Evening Naruto!”

“Good Evening Sweet Lady!”

You smile and shake your head at your new nickname. “What can I help you with tonight?” you say, walking behind the counter. Naruto’s eyes wander over the case of treats before pointing to a few colorful balls. You grab a small plate and pull them out before passing them along to his outstretched hands. “Mind following me to the kitchen while I finish up?”

With an eager nod the two of you move to the back where you resume scrubbing out the mixing bowl and scouring the caramelized sugar off of the pans. 

“So what brings you by tonight? It can’t just be for the sweets cause your smile is too big.”

“Well, I heard Kakashi-sensei is headed back to the village. Apparently he’ll be here tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? That’s early.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d be excited.”

“I’m not-not excited. But I am very nervous.”

“Why?”

“Cause all I’ve heard for two weeks is how amazing this guy is. What if he doesn’t like me?”

“He will. We like you, so he’ll like you too.”

You fold the towel you were using to dry your hands. “That’s sweet of you but still, you can’t force a person’s feelings.”

Naruto sits himself on the counter and kicks his legs carefree. “I think, even without that mark, he’d like you. Anyways, if you want to run into him tomorrow, there’s a bar he usually goes to after missions. He likes their barbeque. If you go there, you’re sure to see him.”

You pull out the map Lady Tsunade gave you when you first came to the village, “Alright, circle it here. Let's see if true love exists.”

Happily the boy grabs a marker and puts a thick circle around the spot. You note it’s not too far from where you both live. “Do you mind showing me on the way home?”

“Sure thing sweet lady.”

You smile and look down. “Ready when you are.”

With that the boy jumps off the counter and follows you out the door. You stop to lock it behind him and close the metal gate over the door. Then you follow Naruto home with a brief stop at the Barbeque Bar you’ll be visiting tomorrow. 

The night has come. You try to keep your nerves calm but after the way the village has built up this moment, you can’t help but feel jittery. You did your hair in waves, wore a simple satin black dress with a cowl neckline, and kept the simplicity going with neutral makeup and light shimmer highlights. If you’re being honest, it’s the most effort you’ve ever put into your appearance even though the goal was simplicity. You’re not sure why you care so much. Maybe it’s cause of the excitement and buzz of the village, but you try to remember this isn’t something that you’d normally get worked up about. Yet, however hard you fight it your body trembles with nerves. Now the time has come and you sit at the bar by yourself, sipping on cold sake just to steel your nerves as the seconds tick towards meeting your soulmate. 

While thinking about how ridiculous you’re being, you notice the door open and in walks a six foot, slender man with tall silver hair, a black compression shirt, loose black sweats, and a black mask paired with a ninja’s headband covering his face. Your heart races as you see him before you. He’s gorgeous. The pictures in the pamphlet are insulting compared to how he looks in person.

Your back straightens and your cheeks flush. You’ve never seen someone as handsome as him. It makes the idea that he’s supposed to be interested in you ludicrous. You start to throw back your sake, trying to draw the courage to go sit next to him. Just as you finished and ordered a drink to carry over to him, You catch his eye. The flush that takes over is furious. The heat of his gaze has you sweating from its intensity. Then the other bartender brings over two shots and a drink for the man. 

Curiosity strikes you. From everything everyone said about him, you got the feeling that he wasn’t a big drinker. Even Naruto said he came here for the barbeque, so what’s with the three drinks on top of the drink he just finished?

You watch as the man throws back both shots before chasing them with the whiskey. The heavy drinking soured your opinion of him and you wondered if you should still go introduce yourself. Kakashi’s eye locks on you again but after seeing your hesitation he looks away. 

Unfortunately for you, a different girl approaches him. You recognize her as one of the girls who mocked you at the bakery. Your face scrunches as you see her lean against him. Having successfully caught the attention of the former Anbu the girl dares a glance at you, winking before carding her fingers through his hair. 

Hurt, you turn away. The bartender, who knew about your mark, gives you a look of sympathy. As you look back at the nice man, tears begin to well in your eyes.

“He doesn’t normally act like this.” the man defends.

You pull out your cash to pay your tab, and just as the tears spill past you say, “It’s not like he knew anyways.”

“Ma’am-”

“Don’t tell him about this, please.”

“I-of course.” The look on his face makes it all worse. The pity let you know exactly how broken you must appear. You tuck your chin trying to hide your face as the tears stream down. You don’t even wait for your change, you just turn and leave the building. Soon, the cool night air smacks your face as you step out of the bar on your hurried walk home. 

How dumb are you to think there’s such a thing as destiny or soulmates? You let the people of this village make  you believe in something so silly. Love isn’t some mystery destined by the Gods, you meet someone who feels like a friend and the affection grows. You just fooled yourself into thinking that this seemingly perfect pretty boy was somehow cosmically claimed by you. When all it took was some jealous hussy to flirt with him drunk to prove you were only kidding yourself and now you’ve turned yourself into the village joke. 

Everyone will know your shame in a day and you doubt he’ll even feel bad. However, even if by some chance he does, you don’t think you could find it in yourself to give him a chance. Not when his rejection hurts this much. Your foolish little lovesick fantasies that you tried so hard to pretend weren’t taking over your mind now haunt you. 

This silly little love game squashed the tragedies of your village. It let you focus on something happy instead of wallowing in the grief of all you’ve lost, but all that did was build up this man in your head. How could you be so stupid? Then you think about Sakura and Naruto. Will they still look at you in awe, their eyes full of love and affection? Or will they forget about you? Their attention turned to the woman straddling him in the bar tonight. Chills run down your arms as the frigid night air closes in on you. 

You speed walk home, allowing the tears to drip from your chin, not bothering to wipe them as your feet race forward. You shuffle up the stairs, breezing past Naruto who opens his door, and hurriedly unlock your own so you can slam it shut behind you. 

Your purse slumps onto the floor as your body slides down against the wood of the door. The sounds of Naruto’s feet can be heard outside and you swear you hear him inhale like he’s afraid to knock, but ultimately he chooses to walk away and you’re so grateful he does. Once his footfalls fade away your shoulders begin to shake. 

Seriously, how could you be so stupid? He’s gorgeous and talented. In what world would he be reserved for you? 

Of course you’d have competition. But the way everyone talked made it seem like he didn’t date or entertain women. You thought all you’d have to do is introduce yourself. But of course there would be women lining up to see him. How many girls looked at you with envy? How many women have had feelings for him longer than you? 

The only thing you can say with certainty is that you never want to think of the silver-haired dog again. 

Using the back of your hand, you wipe your face and get up to your feet. Pulling the silken fabric off your body as you walk towards your bedroom, you decide to put this whole Kakashi business behind you. You’ll focus on yourself and your fresh start in a new village like you should’ve from the beginning. You survived the Ishikozume gang for crying out loud. It’s gonna take more than a pretty face to crush you.

…at least that’s what you tell yourself.

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Kakashi as your Divorce Lawyer

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Modern AU Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Divorce lawyer Kakashi is astonished by the gorgeous driven woman who enters his office one day and slowly spirals till she's divorced and he can finally take his turn in claiming her

Warnings: NSFW but pretty tame for my page

Word Count. 3.6k

Author's Note: This is an old request from @decayedbong. Some parts of this are loosely based on my actual divorce. I'll let you guess which ones.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who was in his office one day when he heard a faint knock and a little “hmm hmm.” Ignoring you, he looks to the window of his office to see if his assistant is at her desk. With dejection at her absence, he shifts his gaze to you only to find his pupils dilating with hunger. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, whose gaze rakes over your figure standing tall in sleek business attire. Your shirt, a royal blue satin tee with sleeves just above the elbow and a cowl neckline. Your bottoms, a pair of black leather dress slacks, high-waisted with the shirt tucked in, fitted around your plump backside and tapered out from your thighs to your ankles. To complete the alluring look, your hair is gathered in a loose bun high on your head, and pointed black leather kitten heels adorn your feet, keeping you petite but elegant all the same.  

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who, after a moment of staring, realizes you’re blushing and looking off to the side, unaccustomed to the attention of a man as high status as himself. Quickly, he closes his mouth, which fell agape, and clears his throat, bringing your eyes back to him. After motioning for you to sit down in front of him, you gladly sit in the cushioned chair, nervous in spite of your powerhouse clothes.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who wonders how big of an idiot your husband must be to screw up a relationship with someone like you. Once you begin to explain your situation, his mind goes from wonder to anger. The idiot in question is an unemployed man-child who treats you with disrespect and makes you pay all the bills on top of all the household responsibilities. When you begin to cry, realizing how far gone the relationship’s gotten, you feel ashamed that you put yourself in your current situation. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who reaches across the desk and takes your hand. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I see this every day; you just bet on the wrong horse is all.” Gulping back your tears, you nod your head. The remaining droplets that line your lower lash accentuate the depth of your eyes. Kakashi finds himself getting lost in them before he blinks back to reality and proclaims. “I’ll take the case.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, spends the rest of the day thinking about you. You’re sweet and small, but something about you seems big. Kakashi gets the sense that you are actually some corporate hotshot who has climbed the ladder and is only a few promotions away from her goals. He fantasizes about breaking you in, but deep down, he’s certain at home you trade your blazer for an apron and he wants that more than anything. His logic knows that behind closed doors you become the perfect meek little housewife of a man’s dreams, and though he wants it, after hearing your story today, he wants to show you what it’s like to be taken care of for a change.  

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who follows up with you a few days later, asking for an evaluation of your assets and ready to draft an initial copy of your divorce agreement. You hesitate to answer, embarrassed that you don’t have time for an office visit. Eventually, you gather the courage to tell him you won’t be able to because of work, but instead, he offers to meet you wherever you are.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who, upon his arrival in your office, seems to cause quite a stir. Many women gawk at him as he trails through the building, winding around till he finds your cubicle. You stand to greet him, shaking his hand and pulling out the spare chair in your surprisingly spacious section of the bull pen. Today, you’re wearing a low-cut wrap dress with stilettos and a blazer. You sport the same loose bun at the crown of your head, and your diamond earrings lay hidden amongst the face-framing strands of hair. 

After properly assessing you, Kakashi’s eyes glance around the cubicle, noting your Bachelor's degree and two empty frames next to it. “What are those for?” He asks.

“Oh, it’s a bit silly but those are for the degrees I’m working on now. I have the empty frames as motivation.” 

Kakashi lifts his brow. “Degrees? As in plural?”

“Yes, I’m double majoring right now. I want to move up, so I’m going to school while I work.”

“You mean on top of everything you told me the other day, you’re also going to school to complete two master’s degrees.”

Your polite nod wins over Kakashi’s heart. The humility in your admission, coupled with how normal you make it seem, are precious to him. He wants to defend you now more than before. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who shows you how to evaluate your assets and walks you through the alimony process. Though you have been supporting your spouse for five years, since being unemployed was his choice and not something your marriage necessitated, he did not have grounds to claim any continuing financial support. This is further solidified by the fact that the reason you lived in your current city was to move for a career opportunity for him, which he then quit after two days. A fact that dropped Kakashi's jaw.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who showed you how unwise your husbands attempts at your finances are and promises the defense will be easy.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who is interrupted every few minutes by staff members looking for your help. He’s quick to realize you’ve turned yourself into a valuable asset for your company, watching in awe as you show your peers and even upper-level managers how to find loopholes that aid customers and advocate for the firm’s clientele. From what he can see, you’re not just good at what you do, you’re great. Astonishing and beautiful, you’re husband truly has no clue what he messed up. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who has a hard time thinking about anything other than you. Determined to see you more, he makes up lame excuses to further consult with you in person, claiming he needs to see the house to get it valuated, asking to meet for coffee so you can sign various addendums that don’t even apply to your case, and doing ‘wellness checks’ to document emotional distress caused by the negligent behavior of your soon-to-be ex. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who is so sweet to you. He texts you each night to make sure you’re okay now that your ex has finally moved out. He makes himself busy, installing security cameras at your doors, dropping off take-out when he knows you have school projects, and over all being there for you. You tell him you don’t know how you’ll pay him back for all these billable hours, but he assures you not to worry about it. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grows protective of you leading up to the day of your court hearing. He comes to the courthouse with a coffee and a smile, reassuring you that today will go smoothly. You welcome both, feeling nervous. “Why did you dress down?” He inquires, noticing your simple khaki slacks with pointed flats and a cream body suit to match.

“I didn’t want him to think I dressed to impress him. I’m just here to get this over with. That’s all.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, looks at you with adoration. You are too precious to let down. He swears he’s going to give you what you deserve, in the courtroom and in the bedroom. You just don’t know it yet.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi,  who catches your worried face. As you enter the courtroom, you notice your husband hasn’t arrived yet. Your pupils dilate, wondering if he is going to show, and if not, does this mean he’s going to drag out the divorce process? Your mind reels but he’s probably just running late like he always is. 

Then, from the hall of the usually silent building, you hear loud yelling and recognize the shouts of your mother-in-law. You wince in embarrassment, knowing this isn’t the time and place for their constant crescendo. Based on the faces of the officers of the court, they find the acoustic entry to be distasteful, too. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who chuckles and leans in to whisper, “Did he really bring his mommy?” into your ear, forcing you to hide a giggle. As Kakashi straightens up, his mismatched eyes catch those of your husband’s. He assesses the man, searching for any redeeming quality that would justify your marriage to him. Scrutinizing over every detail, he gloats. He’s going to enjoy dismantling your ex’s arguments and afterwards, he’s going to enjoy claiming you as his own.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who argues on your behalf and wipes the floor with your now ex-husband. Everything that you earned stays with you and not a penny will fall into your ex’s hands. When the final agreement is signed, you hug your silver-haired superhero while he smirks in your ex’s direction. Your now ex-mother-in-law glares at the pair of you while you leave the room with Kakashi’s hand casually on your hip, protecting you from the dangerous look in her eyes. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who calls your name, giving you pause as you turn your head to gaze up at him, “Yes?”

“I’d like to take you out for dinner this evening.”

“Oh I can’t accept that, you’ve done so much for me already.”

“I insist.”

Realization strikes you, your lips parting as you ask the question, “Kakashi, are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes.”

You stammer, amazed that someone like him would be interested in someone like you. “Are you sure you’re asking the right girl?”

Kakashi laughs and pulls you close, one arm encircling your waist, right outside the courtroom and in front of your now ex husband who’s watching the pair of you in horror. 

“Maybe you’re not as smart as I thought.” he jests, bringing his face dangerously close to yours. 

“I most definitely am not.” you quip back.

“Well I don’t care. You’re perfect and I want to wine and dine you till you’re mine.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, whose eyes you gaze up into with pupils blown wide. You can fully feel the heat of your ex’s stare as you gather your wits to agree to be courted like a proper lady by the most gorgeous and successful man you’ve ever met. The ‘yes’ barely makes it past your lips before he’s kissing you with every drop of passion he’s been holding at bay these past two months. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who you gently pull away from, not wanting to provoke a scene in public. “Please Kakashi, let’s save the celebration for later.”

“I knew she was a whore.” your former mother in law yells. You already know how she told your neighbors all sorts of insane things, making them uncomfortable and causing them to ‘warn you’ about her, but you never really cared what she thought. You always had a poor relationship with your ex’s family anyway. What’s one more word of hate?

But this…this thing with Kakashi feels different. It feels meaningful and real. You don’t know where it’s going but you want to find out. If that makes you a whore, so be it. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who whisks you away and walks you to your car, instructing you on the dress code of the restaurant for the evening. He loves seeing you all dolled up so he intentionally is taking you to a place designed for people in a whole other tax bracket. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who impresses you with your dining arrangements. He provides you with meaningful conversation, lets you choose your own meal, and is polite to the wait staff. He checks all the boxes and then checks some more when his goofy side begins to shine. Subtle jokes and sarcasm lay hidden as he speaks. He talks about the kids he helps at the Boys and Girls Club and you feel your heart is set ablaze. You want him. Not just for a night but for a future. You were robbed of a marriage, a family, and a future by your ex-husband's childish behavior, but with Kakashi, he’s a man. A man who can provide you with a real marriage, a family, and a future.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who watches you poke your food as your mind reels. He reaches out to cover your hand with his, stopping your thoughts and bringing your attention to his soft features. “What is it?”

“I-” you look down and swallow, “I just got out of a serious relationship. Before I enter another one, I need to know, are you looking for a future with me or is this just for fun?”

“Can it be both? I hear serious relationships are very boring. I’d rather enjoy being around my future wife.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who you look at with stunned eyes. “You really feel that way?”

“Since the day I met you. I can’t believe how hard your ex fumbled you. If you will be mine, I’ll treat you like gold the rest of our lives." he proclaims. "Every day I see men mess up relationships. I watch as their tired and broken wives explain their life stories to me. I know what women want is someone who cares about the chores, the children, the mental load, and treats them with general kindness. Those are the things I want to do for you.” 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, has you speechless. You stare at him, expression adorably blank and reminiscent of a deer caught in headlights.

“So will you let me try to be those things for you?”

Slowly, you nod, accepting his offer. “Yes, I’ll let you try.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who orders food for delivery and pays for the bill immediately. 

“What are you doing?”

“Not wasting a second. We can eat after.”

“After?! After what?”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who drops $200 on the table, instructing the waiter to keep the change before he grabs you by the waist and escorts you out of the restaurant hurriedly. He guides you to a high-end car and moves to open the door but first pushes you up against it, kissing you like you are a popsicle that could melt away from him at any second. His teeth nip at your lips, biting them and pulling them, turning them red. Then he lunges back in, sweeping his tongue past your teeth and into your cavern, allowing it to dance with yours. 

His hands covetously grab each side of your face and pull you into him, pinning you in place between the car and his body. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grinds into you in the parking lot of the most expensive restaurant in town. He’s barely able to contain himself, debating hiking up your skirt and claiming you right here in public or giving you the dignity of taking you home first. He decides on the gentlemanly thing even though the dog in him is screaming in protest.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who whispers between kisses, asking permission to take you back to his place. “Of course.” you breathe, wondering why the question needed to be asked but happy that he cared. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grips your hand as he speeds home, occasionally guiding it over to his bulge, using your hand to palm himself. Your body tenses up every time you feel the hardness that lies beneath, still in awe that this is truly happening.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who pulls into his garage and jogs around to your side of the car, opening the door and pulling you up into his arms. He kisses you tenderly, meaning to guide you into his home, but your little moans drive him haywire with lust. “Can’t- control myself- around- you.” he grunts out between kisses while his hands wander around your silhouette. 

Your delicate voice rings out in agreement, letting your hands slip down to his pants to tug open the buttons. His hands slide to your behind, circling and massaging the tissue.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who goes feral at the sounds of your arousal. He bucks up into you as you tug down his slacks and let his hands glide to the bottom of your skirt, tugging up the hem to run his fingers along the seam of your drenched center.

“I knew you’d be wet f’me” his lust-drunk voice chimes, slipping your thong to the side and sinking a finger into your warmth. 

You immediately gasp, clenching around the singular digit while he works to wet your entire entrance, lubing you up for the aching appendage waiting to dive into your drooling hole. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, whose fingers jut in and out, making you squirm as your hand tugs along his length, anxious to have him the way he intends to have you. 

He kicks off his pants, leaving them behind when he grabs the backs of your thighs and wraps them around his waist, pinning his rod between your heat and his abdomen. Folds thirsting to have it penetrating rather than resting, you clench, pulsing against what you want most. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who groans into your mouth as he carries you inside the home, intending to take you upstairs, but the temptation is too strong, and instead, he lays you on the kitchen island. 

“Sorry baby, I can’t wait any longer.” He whispers into your hair before rubbing his shaft against your center and slipping in. 

You’re drenched, something you haven’t experienced in five years. But with Kakashi, he pulls out every drop of desire that’s been waiting to come alive since you made the decision to divorce.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who begins to thrust into you, shifting your body back and forth on the cool granite countertop. Every nerve ending is extra sensitive, fully aware of the pleasure rocking you both. Your breathing turns to pants quickly, your climax hitting you far too soon, but it’s been so long since you’ve done this, let alone enjoyed this, that the smallest amount of intimacy has you reeling.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who fucks you through your first of many orgasms that night, bending you in several new positions, and experimenting with you in the kitchen, on the couch, on the stairs and eventually in the bed. You find yourself a sweaty mess by the time he’s almost finished with you, but you keep going anyway, determined for this experience to never end.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who sees your strength is waning, so he decides to play a little harder. He bends you back over onto your knees and aggressively pumps into you. Crying out in pleasure, he grabs your elbows, pulling back till your spine bows into a sinful arch, deepening his reach. You feel overwhelmed and exhausted, too tired to take any control. With another spasm around his solid member, he pushes your head down into the mattress and continues his bruising pace. Your insides twist in agonizing pleasure, and your hoarse voice husks out one last scream before his balls tighten with the front of his thighs clench. He flips you onto your back to empty his seed on your belly, grunting as he does. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grabs a towel and wipes off your skin before heating up the shower so both of you can rinse off with masculine, sudsy body wash. He looks so brilliant with wet, rippling muscles, coated in bubbles. You fall into his chest, still trying to realize this is reality. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who quickly rinses off hearing a ring at the door and returns to the bathroom with a takeout bag filled with the food you should’ve eaten at the restaurant. You rinse yourself too and twist your hair into a clip, covering your body in one of his baggy shirts. Both of you pad to the kitchen, grabbing plates and forks to dine on some of the most delicious food you’ve ever tasted. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who pledges to treat you this way every day as long as you’ll have him, waiting anxiously for you to finally grace him with his favorite three letter word…”yes”

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