#anyways kakashi x reader coming out on friday

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haha but what if hypothetically i had five fics with hot anime men lined up for a weekly kinktober leading up to halloween haha that would be crazy right

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Friday Night Fights

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Work is getting stressful and during your weekly hang with Kakashi he finally unleashes all of that stress on your body.

Warnings: NSFW, Hard Dom Kakashi, Degrading, BDSM, Body Piercings, Squirting, Oral, Unprotected Penetration

Word Count: 5.7k

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Running the metal ball along the roof of your mouth, you play with your tongue piercing while you think. You’re reading over the files your team gave to you for revision. It’s near the end of the fiscal year and you are desperately trying to concentrate. Now that you were a team lead, you had more responsibility than you wanted. You really only took the promotion for the pay. Looking over at the stacks of paper in each corner of your desk, you remember how fun it was last year when you were a normal agent. Responsible for nothing and just having fun working with your two friends.

Three years ago you started at your current job. During your training class you made fast friends with Rin and Kakashi. The three of you spent all of your breaks and meals together. After the second day, you exchanged numbers and made a group chat specifically for your inside jokes about management. Then by the end of your first week your trio started a weekly ritual of hanging out every Friday for what you dubbed ‘Friday Night Fights.’

Each week you rotated who’s house you went too. The host being responsible for the evening’s food. The other two, responsible for the entertainment. Usually it was a movie or some kind of game. One of your favorite nights was when the three of you played twister. Rin had to reach her right foot to red and ended up sweeping your leg causing you to fall on top of her and accidentally hitting Kakashi’s face on your descent. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him more angry than when he thought his handsome face might’ve been blemished by your loss.

“Relax pretty boy. Women like scars”

Eventually though, life caught up with you. Kakashi switched departments and you got a promotion within your current one. Rin found a job in her field and you saw her less. Now she only comes to Friday Night Fights once a month, if that. Most of the time it was just you and Kakashi. The games became less frequent and Netflix began to take its place. The vibe shifted from wholesome fun to a flirty standoff between the two of you. Unsure if you want to cross the line from friends to more, even though you were definitely slipping down that slope already.

The last few weeks Friday Night Fights was essential for both you and Kakashi cause work was such a pain. The end of the fiscal year was upon you and there was a lot of pressure to close every project your team had been working on. The final profit report was due and your budget for the next year had to be submitted and reviewed.

Kakashi’s department was just as bad. It didn’t help that he was always going toe to toe with his boss cause she never did the projects correctly and always relied on him to fix it for her. She refused to listen to his advice ahead of time and only seemed to need his opinion a week before anything was due. The helplessness drove him mad.

“She literally dropped the same stack of reports on my desk that I told her last week needed to be itemized! Now I have to sort through two hundred accounts and pull up the breakdown of the services rendered by next Thursday!”

“Why don’t you come back to my department?”

“Cause I don’t wanna lose the pay. It’s not like they’ll give me a team lead role after a year of being in another department.”

“True. Maybe you should just take Val’s job.”

“Seriously. She makes me wanna choke someone out. How did someone so irresponsible become a senior manager anyways? It pisses me off.”

“Nepotism probably. Or maybe she slept her way to the top.”

“Har har. Wish I could sleep my way to the top.”

“Have you seen yourself? You definitely could.”

Kakashi shoots you a look. “Val’s manager is a guy.”

“And you could turn ‘im.”

Kakashi playfully smacks your ass while you finish cooking in the kitchen. You were craving strip steak so you splurged a little this week.

“What’s the occasion anyways?”

“The occasion is called self care. Work sucks this month and we still have a week to go. I wanna treat myself. Just count yourself lucky that I included you.”

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t have shared.”

“I don’t know, I’m a pretty selfish person.”

“Oh please, you're literally the nicest person at the company. You can’t say no to anyone.”

“Hey! I can say no.”

“Psh, yeah right. You’re a textbook people pleaser. That’s why you’re so stressed.”

“Maybe I’m stressed cause my best friend is making wild accusations.”

“Wild?! Hello Y/N, meet delusion.”

“Fuck off!”

Kakashi slaps your ass again before pushing himself off the counter to go look for plates.

��Can you grab the fancy napkins out of the towel drawer?”

“You wanna use cloth napkins?” he says in an almost mocking tone

“Yes. It’s been a shitty week. I wanna be fancy. Sue me.”

Kakashi nearly rolls his eyes as he grabs the restaurant quality napkins from the drawer. You wanted to be fancy yet he knew for a fact you wouldn’t be eating at the table. You plate the meal and grab your ‘fancy’ glass of boxed wine before heading to the living room.

The two of you sit on the couch and eat the potatoes and steak while Kakashi turns on “10 Things I Hate About You.” He always was a sucker for chick flicks which was one of your favorite parts of his personality. You find yourself leaning against him after your plates have been discarded to the coffee table, cleaned of their contents, napkins on top.

Near the end of the movie Kakashi gets a text. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and the title of the sender says ‘Val my Boss’ ‘Bitch’

Come in two hours early on Monday to get started on those invoices

Kakashi closes his phone without responding and throws it down on the couch.

“Everything okay?”

“It wants me there two hours early on Monday”

“That sucks! She’s the worst.”

“Fuckin sick of her”

“On the bright side, you get overtime pay.”

Kakashi scowls at you. “Did I ask for your opinion?”

You nuzzle into him some more. “I was just trying to cheer you up. You don’t have to be annoying about it.”

Something in Kakashi snaps. He turns to grab you. Fingers closing around your throat, “Don’t call me annoying. Didn’t anyone teach you that name calling was rude.”

In your surprise, you felt a jolt of excitement between your legs. You let out a little whimper and the sound was so gratifying that Kakashi lifted his fingers lightly just to regrip your neck and squeeze harder. He shifts his weight so he is fully facing you, leaning inches from your face.

“Maybe I need to teach you some manners.”

You silently nod as you look at him, eyes getting lost in his, excitement coursing through your body. He pulls you forward by your neck and kisses you, immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth. You moan. Your hands fly up to his hair, lightly pulling at the soft tresses. Kakashi mounts you, straddling you so you can’t run from him, not that you would. One hand on your throat, the other behind your head, pushing your face against his.

The heat between you had been building for the better part of a year. You had been imagining this moment for a while but never did you picture him choking you. It must’ve been your lucky day cause the choking was leaps and bounds hotter than any scenario you had imagined.

You push your tongue past his lips and rub your piercing along his inner gum line. Kakashi groans into your mouth, gently nibbling on the muscle between his teeth. You playfully flick the ball of your piercing along the roof of his mouth. He squeezes your neck harder and leans back.

“Shit Y/N, that’s fucking hot.”

He goes back to sucking on your bottom lip while you nibble on his upper one, each getting toothy with the other, slowly starting to pull on each other’s hair more with each passing second.

Suddenly it occurs to you that you might be ruining your friendship and things could be weird after this. You don’t wanna lose your best friend.

“Wait Kash, should we be doing this?”

Kakashi leans back, taking his hands off of you. For a millisecond you regret your words. You want this. You want him. Why the fuck did you stop it? But then you see him reach for his belt buckle and you exhale. You see him undo the clasp, pulling it out from the loops of his jeans.

“I’m so sick and tired of women telling me what to do.”

He wraps the belt around your wrists and tugs at the excess length, lifting your hands up and behind your head, elbows bent at the ears, his arm behind your back as his other hand comes up to your jaw. In a menacing tone he smoothly leans in to give you a piece of his mind.

“How about for once, one of you shuts up, and do what I tell you to do for a change?”

The question nearly knocks the wind out of you. You can feel your underwear soak. The sternness in his voice made you instinctually slip out the words,

“Yes sir”

You part your lips and he's back at them, playing with your piercing before you push it back into his mouth to keep running the metallic ball along his interior. You really were a textbook people pleaser.

The hungry moan from his mouth falls into yours. You want nothing more than for him to spend hours here in this very position but it’s not up to you. It’s up to him to decide how long you are to receive his lips. Which to your disappointment, is not very long.

He gets up off of you and yanks on the end of the belt so that you are forced to lie down on the couch. He slips his hand out from under your back but your body weight on the end of the tether keeps your hands in position. He’s on top of you once more and you can feel his erection through his pants. Your eyes shift down to gaze at the bulge when he distracts you.

Kakashi reaches for the hem of your tight tank and pulls it over your head so that your face is trapped under the fabric. He pulls up your sports bra allowing your chest to fall out of the support. You hear his growl as his eyes fall on your tits. To his excitement you’ve been keeping a naughty secret from him. Each peak lay trapped between two black cones. You had pierced your nipples as well as your tongue.

“Oh I’m gonna have fun with you.”

Oh gods I hope so…

Kakashi dragged his tongue tantalizingly slow over each bud. They were more erect than usual from the hauntingly beautiful man kneeling over you. He lapped at your right nipple, letting his lower lip catch on the jewelry earning a gasp from you.

“F-fuck Kashi.”

Grabbing your breasts with both hands, Kakashi went back and forth sucking on each peak, tugging on your piercing, then blowing cold air on the wet tip before switching over to the other. Your back arched up towards him involuntarily. You wished you could have watched him play with you but instead you were trapped in your own shirt waiting for Kakashi to let you see.

When Kakashi started biting down on your nipples you moaned loudly at the pain. He was enjoying your piercings too much. They already made you more sensitive on a daily basis and now he was out to torture you for his own fun. You started to squirm under him and he slapped down on your tit.

“Ah”

“Be still”

He barked, but he didn’t actually want you to be still. He just wanted to see your internal struggle. He wanted to wreak havoc over your body the way his bitch of a boss was wreaking havoc over his life. For once he was in control and he loved it.

You rubbed your legs together, the arousal you felt was too much. You craved relief.

“Kashi” you whine

“Fine slut, here.” he switched your legs so instead of being under him they were wrapped around his waist.

“Grind on me and make yourself cum.”

You obey, glad to get some alleviation from the flood of need consuming you as his muscle continues to glide over your peaks, tugging and rubbing on the black hardwear. The sensation in your nipples tingling down to the nerves between your legs, rubbing heavily on Kakashi’s lap. You push into his clothed erection, creating heat from the friction. You feel the desire building as you get reprieve where you need it. Little gasps and moans generate under the shirt, as your core works to roll your hips up and down on him.

“Mmmm, keep going little slut. Show me how much you want to get fucked.”

He tugs particularly hard on your nipple as you try to reply

“Gahhh! Yes sir.”

He wished he could see how your face scrunched up as he played with his new favorite toys but there was just something so sexy about you being trapped in your shirt. It made him want to take advantage of you. Like you were some pathetic weakling, waiting for him to destroy you.

You grind more desperately, feeling close to a release. Kakashi begins to mark your chest while his fingers pinch and play with your nipples. He was driving you insane. Your mind clouding as your hips frenzied up and down along the bulge in his pants. Breath becoming labored as you frantically chased your orgasm.

Kakashi released his lips from your skin, satisfied with his artwork but fingers still playing with your tips.

“That’s it. I know you’re close. Show me how much you want me to stuff you.”

“Yes! Yes sir, yes!”

Kakashi was so tempted to grab your hips and finish the job but he held himself back. There was plenty of time left to manipulate you. This was you earning it. To keep his hands busy he brought one back up to your neck, bearing down on your windpipe while the other found the belt, giving it another tug to keep your hands under your shoulder blades.

You slowed your strokes making them big and heavy, tugging your lips through your pants and soon he could feel you shiver against him.

“Did the little slut make herself cum?”

“Mhm” you whine under your shirt.

“Good job” he praises with another swat to your chest.

Kakashi begins to rip down your pants, spitting on your pussy before giving it a wack of his palm. He then pulls the neck of your shirt above your face so that it is still binding your arms together but now you can at least see.

He stands up and begins to shed his clothes. You watch, mesmerized by his towering figure. His work at the gym was yielding mouth watering results and you couldn’t stop yourself from gawking. You wanted to lick between each muscle and leave bruises all along his abdominals the way he marked your tits.

“Lets put this mouth to better use, hmm?”

You nod, looking up through your lashes at him.

“On your knees, whore. Now!”

You slide off the couch to stand up on your knees before him. He pushes your head down to his balls for you to collect them in your mouth. You stick your pierced tongue out to pull them into where they belong while Kakashi strokes his freed boner violently.

You fit both orbs in between your lips and suck, running your pink muscle all over them, massaging them with the stainless steel ball resting at the center of your tongue.

“That’s right. You’re nothing more than a good mouth for sucking on my nuts.”

You hum in agreement and feel Kakashi’s balls tighten as you do. “Fuck, just a perfect little slut. Yes you are.”

You loved his praise. Your eyes closed as you savored the taste of him. He ripped his balls out of your mouth and replaced it with his pink tip. You looked him in the eyes while you worshiped it. Giving light kitten licks before wrapping your lips around it. That’s when you noticed. He had been keeping a kinky secret from you too. Your lips run over a dydoe piercing on the top rim of his mushroom head. Your eyes widen.

“You like?”

You nod your head keeping him inside your mouth. You suck and begin prodding at his slit with the tip of your pointed tongue before rubbing it with the ball in your mouth. Kakashi shivers from the feeling.

You start to take more of him in your mouth, keeping your tongue out so that the round stainless steel end massages his shaft as you bob up and down on him. You can feel the small silver studs adorning his rim rubbing the back of your throat and you can’t wait to know how they feel inside your empty cunt. But you don’t get to enjoy these musings for too long. Kakashi places both hands on the back of your head and starts ramming himself down your throat. You choke and he holds you there. Keeping you down on him. The drool in your mouth starts spilling past your lips.

“That’s a good girl. Keep my dick in your throat.”

Your face was turning bright red as you waited to breathe. Finally he pulled you back. You gasp and pant, swallowing what oxygen you could before he was shoving himself back in.

“Eyes open, I want you looking at me.”

You obey as he bullies your throat. His hands in your hair tilting your face up so he can gaze down on you. Drinking in the feeling of power, having you down on your knees before him.

“You gonna be a good little slut and service my cock, right?”

You try to say yes but it comes out muffled. “Huh? What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.”

You try again but he deliberately starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. “Speak up if you have something to say.”

You try to say yes again but now he is freely fucking your face, ramming himself down your windpipe, while he pushes your head towards him. Hissing from the feeling of your tongue ring at the base of his shaft. He had never thought about how that stupid little steel bar in your mouth could be so useful to him. Now he may never stop thinking about it.

“Good girl.” he coos, “Don’t forget to look up.”

You try but then he pushes himself extra far and your eyes snap shut as your core tightens. You think you’ve had about all you can take when he finally pulls you off of him and spins you around so your face lays on the couch with your feet planted on the ground, displaying your holes to Kakashi’s leering eyes.

He immediately goes to swat at your lips dripping with arousal. The sound of impact is loud as you cry out.

“This cute little pussy is for me, ey?”

“Yes!” you cry.

You want him in you so bad. You need to feel him fill your hole the way he filled your mouth. You are eager to feel just how good his piercing rubs your walls. You wiggle your behind, asking for him to enter.

“You think you deserve a reward for taking my cock in your mouth so good?”

“Please sir”

He brings the palm of his hand down hard on your rear. “You don’t get rewarded for doing the bare minimum.”

Your skin stings from the blow but then it’s washed away from his tip prodding at your entrance. He teasingly enters only half way, stroking you lightly before pulling out and striking you with immense force again. As you cry he reenters you, deeper than before. Stroking in and out hearing your moans before he pulls out again and strikes with even more force. You feel like your skin is burning when he plunges in all the way. He thrusts in and out quickly making you sing before he rips out of your tightening hole to strike you several times. He repeats the brutal process, taunting you.

“You think you’re special just cause you can take a dick? Ha! You’re just a little whore.”

You reply with cries and screams, noises falling out of you from the beating.

“You think you’re special cause I chose to shove my dick in you? Think again slut. You’re just a toy for my pleasure.”

Your skin felt like it was on fire. Your knees grew weak from the game. It felt too good but he was edging you. Giving you pleasure but pulling out and hitting you before you could get off.

He unwraps your wrists and finishes taking off your shirt and bra. He throws them across the room and loops the belt around your neck, tugging on the end like a leash. Your fingers desperately reach up to the leather.

He holds onto the belt while shoving himself into you, taking you from behind like the little sex doll that you are. He rails through you pushing your organs aside while tugging hard on the belt, letting it constrict around your throat as your back bows. Nothing but grunts make it past your lips as the backs of your thighs collide with his hips. With his free hand he keeps hitting your plush behind, watching the ripples wash over your skin.

Your hands find their way to the couch cushions for support but he doesn’t like that. No, you’re not helpless enough like that.

“Spread your cheeks”

“Yes sir” you whisper

You reach behind you and spread your fingers before sinking them into the flesh of your behind, tugging outward so Kakashi could get a full view of your puckered rear and his wide girth gliding in and out of your labia. He groaned at the sight of your beautiful submission. Reveling in the feeling of how much tighter he had to hold the leash now that more of your weight was resting on your neck.

You choke as he wraps the belt around his knuckles. A reminder that you are no longer in control. At work you were in charge of so many daily operations but at this moment you were at Kakashi’s mercy. You were relieved of any choices. Your current master made them for you. Even the choice to breathe had been stripped away and that thought made juices squelch around his member invading your silken cavern.

Kakashi thrusts into you, abusing you, taking out all his pent up frustration on your body. He sees your starting to go limp and lets up on your tether, opting to grab you at your elbows instead. The improved grasp on your body allows him to slam in more forcefully and hit you even deeper than he did before.

Now that the tension had fallen from your neck you were able to properly breathe again. You begin screaming from the new depths of Kakashi’s dick in your slit. Feeling how his ring was massaging you in his assault, dragging along your walls as they squeezed around him.

As much as he savored the sounds of your surrender, he couldn’t have your neighbors checking in on you so he grabbed one of the napkins from the coffee table and stuffed it in your mouth, gagging you so as to muffle your cries. You couldn’t help how noisy you were. The stimulation was just overwhelming.

Thinking it couldn’t get more intense, he shoves you forward so your knees fall onto the couch. He grabs your hair and pushed your face onto the back of it, while reaching around your waist to begin rubbing your swollen bud. He begins stroking again and you feel yourself unravel. Your hands go to grip the couch again when he yanks on your hair to bring your ear close to his mouth.

“Did I say you could let go of your ass?”

You shake your head and bring your hands back behind you. He shoves your head back down and says,

“Grab your elbows. This ass needs some punishment.”

You whine, knowing your bright red skin can’t handle any more spanking but that isn’t your decision to make. You fold your arms behind your back and hold onto your elbows, bent over the back of the couch, your erect nipples grazing the upholstery. He lifts a foot onto the couch, posed as Captain Morgan so as to keep himself inserted as he brings his hand down on your cheek. He feels how you clench up in pain, straining around his girth. It eggs him on as he continues spanking your backside. You flinch and cry but he knows you like it. He feels how you drip. Slick coating your inner thighs.

“Only a whore would enjoy this so much. Tell me, are you a whore?”

You scream into the napkin as he brings his hand down again.

“Answer me!”

You try to scream ‘yes’ but the fabric has you silenced. He snatches it out from between your teeth as he strikes you again.

“Yes!! Yes I love it sir!”

He shoves the napkin back in, satisfied with your answer.

“Fuckin knew it, filthy slut”

With a final slap he pulls your hips back so you’re lined up along the edge of the couch. He stands behind you, one hand digging into your hip, the other still tangled in your hair, burying your face into the back cushion of the couch.

He drags in and out of you slowly, taunting you. Each time coming out to the tip so your ridge feels the metallic studs tug at it. Then he buries himself up to the hilt, pushing in just a little more when he’s flush against your rear. Satisfied moans come from your chest.

He drops the hand on your hip and brings it back to your clit, rubbing circles around it. You squeeze around him and flinch. He leans down,

“Do you like when I rub there?”

“Mhm” is all you can say before he releases your hair to take hold of your hips. He starts driving in. Both hands now placed on the flesh of your waist, pulling you back into him harshly with each thrust. He gains speed, the momentum causing his balls to crash into your clit, replacing the work his fingers were doing. Your face melts into a pleasured expression as you feel that coil of tension, that had been building since his earlier edging, on the verge of snapping.

His brutal pace left his sack crashing into your clit relentlessly. Your face bounces against the cushions until you finally release. You spray as you shake, graffitiing the couch with your fluids, the tingling warmth of the orgasm radiating from your cunt.

Kakashi pile drives into you, not letting you rest, allowing his balls to continue slapping into your swollen, wet clit as you spray, making your jerk violently. He grabs your hips tighter, keeping control of your body so he can continue to pound into you. You scream and writhe, trying to escape his grasp, almost letting go of your elbows to push him off.

Your sensitivity was all consuming and he didn’t care at all. You were a toy, a fleshlight, poised to service him. He was going to take advantage of how tightly your walls were bearing down on him, even if it was uncomfortable for you.

Your cries fell on deaf ears as Kakashi sank himself into you. He pushed you forward on the couch more, making room for him to kneel behind you. He brought up one knee and lifted your leg to rest on top of it, spreading you when you were already too tender to take any more. The new angle deepened his access, allowing him to push your diaphragm out of the way as he chases his pleasure.

You were brilliant. Your sweaty slick covered body contorted to his every whim. The look of your fucked out face turning around to plead with him for mercy where none would be granted. How the napkin was wet around your lips from the drool collecting in your mouth. The bright red on your ass cheeks from taking a beating by his hand and the perky peaks of your tits, rubbing along the couch’s fabric. The cones of your piercings, threatening to snag, tempting his hands to toy with them again.

One hand planted on your hip, controlling the pace, while the other reached up and began groping your chest. He was obsessed with your nipples. The piercings were too enticing. As much as he loved the current position, he needed to see your tits.

He withdrew from inside of you with a loud squelch and pulled you down to the floor, your bare back making contact with the area rug below. You brought your knees up near your arm pits, holding them spread as Kakashi sunk his tip past your folds, stroking in and out of you passionately while his hand roamed the surface of your chest, playing with the bars piercing your buds. You make doe eyes at him as he does, making him smirk with pride. Maybe this is his new Friday night ritual with you. You spread your legs while he plays with your tits.

He bends his head to give them both a harsh suck before he adjusts your legs to go over his shoulders. You hands wrap around his neck as he starts to slam into your corridor. You scrunch up from the intensity. Your head burying into Kakashi’s neck before a particularly cruel snap of his hips had you flinging your head back, nails sinking into the skin at the base of his head, your back arching off the carpet before he leaned forward, bending you in two. He was close to finishing, pounding feverishly into you. The last of his stress melting away as he wrecks your pussy, shredding the inside, rubbing it raw, filling it with his precum. His anger turns to pleasure. Teetering once more on the brink of orgasm. He leans in even more and you fall over the edge, gushing around him, cum dripping from your folds and down your ass crack. Your mewls are muzzled by the napkin still stuffed in your mouth as mascara runs down your sweaty tear soaked cheeks. You are the picture of wrecked and it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Just as he’s about to burst he rips the napkin out of your mouth and grabs a fist full of your hair to drag your face to his cock so he can shoot his heavy load down your throat. You stick out your tongue and hollow your cheeks to pull as much cum from his shaft as you can, feeling it rhythmically spring to the back of your throat. His salty taste filling your mouth.

When he’s done, you hold the suction and bob your head some more. He flinches but you grab his waist, getting revenge for his earlier brutality after you squirted. He fists your hair and pulls back forcefully.

“Nice try slut.”

You smile up at him, feeling fully fucked out. Smiling back down at you, he kisses your face. He pulls you up but only to push you back down on the couch so he can lay on top of you and sloppily make out while he plays with your nipple piercings some more. You sleepily wrap your arms around him, drained from his pounding. 

“I’m spending the night.”

“Yes sir.” you whisper in your ear.

“Don’t get me riled up again. I don’t think you can take a second round.” he murmurs into your ear before kissing your temple. You ignore him and wrap your legs around his waist, grinding against him with your bare sex.

Stopping you before he gets carried away, he stands up and throws your body over his shoulder like a nap sack. He hoists you up to your bathroom to shower. 

After turning on the water he fingers you under the spray, pinning you against the wall and toying with his new obsession. Your already very weak knees are unable to hold your weight as they quake in pleasure. His digits bury themselves inside you, scoping out the damage done by his length minutes prior, feeling how he tore and scratched you. 

After making you cum a third time, fourth time total, he washes himself off. Then scrubs down your weakened form, being extra gentle around the rug burn on your back as well as your very bruised and beaten bottom.

Turning off the water and drying you both, he pulls your exhausted body to your bedroom, grabbing panties and a fresh tank top from the top drawer of your dresser. You slowly and sleepily put them on as he goes to get his briefs from the living room. When he returns he sees you try to put on pajama pants.

“Absolutely not.”

You stop in your tracks as he strides over to swat at your hand. He kicks the bottoms aside for the crime of trying to hide your beautiful body and takes posession over your mouth. Kissing you as he guides you backwards onto the bed. You climb in together and pull the covers up over your bodies while you wrap your leg over his hips. You sleepily grind on him with your eyes closed, sucking on his face, feeling wiped out from how he ravaged you.

He tickles your ear as he whispers, “You realize you’re not allowed to wear bras anymore.”

“I’m not?” you dreamily ask between kisses

“No” he replies with a pinch to your nipples through your shirt. “I need to see these at all times.”

“I can do that”

“Good slut”

You laugh into his mouth, continuing to kiss him. Excited for next Friday.

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Hot water bottle conversation

It’s my first fan fiction ever. Nothing amazing, but I’m happy to have written something. Originally this was supposed to be shard on Friday the Thirteenth, but some weird stuff came up - one could call it bad luck. Anyway, here it is. You can also find this on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61310602

A/N: fluff, domestic fluff, SFW, gn!reader x Kakashi Hatake

’I’ll be home in a few minutes. Could you turn on the kettle and prepare me a hot water bottle, please?’

You turn off your phone and throw it into the tote bag with groceries.

Sighing, you sling your work bag over your shoulder and readjust your scarf. After a deep breath in to mentally prepare you for the walk home, you grab the handles of the tote and step outside.

Immediately your holds tighten around the bags and your eyes squint against the icy wind. You try to make your way as quickly as possible around the other shoppers, concentrating on the white clouds of your breath that immediately disappear behind your head, rather than the cold that bites the skin of your cheeks.

Happy new year it reads on a banner you quickly pass by. The letters flap wildly in the strong wind, still you know what’s written there. Just like on all the other posters, advertising for New Year’s Eve parties and special discounts.

Turning into the next alley the wind lessens. Finally you can open your eyes completely. In the span of a few minutes outside your hands and face already turned uncomfortably numb. Luckily your apartment isn’t far from the grocery store. It’s only the winter market on the square that hinders you from getting home quickly. Normally you’d enjoy the clear air and look at all the things people have to offer in their nicely decorated booths but today you can’t concentrate. The numbness of your cheeks helps a little bit but it’s only a matter of time until the pain comes back.

In front of your apartment complex a man and his two children stand on the curb. He puts gloves on his youngest kid’s hands whilst their sibling enjoy the wind. They have spread their arms and lean into it, eyes closed, grinning widely.

’Hey, …, waiting for your wife?’ ‘Oh, hey! No, we were actually going to the market. You know, picking out some gifts for her. So, if you see her…’ he grins conspiratorially. ‘Of course, I’ll tell her you went to the playground at the park’ you answer with a wink.

The older child runs over to you. ‘Will you come with us? You promised the last time you came over to play with us. You promised!’ ‘Yeah, we will go the next time I come over. But today, your dad wants to spend some time with you. And I have someone waiting for me upstairs today’ you smile, patting his head.

Pouting the kid opens the front door for you. You thank him and wish them a pleasant day out before making your way inside an up a few flights of stairs, the bags still tightly gripped.

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Huffing, you enter your apartment. You hang the keys up on the little board with some wooden dogs sitting on it and bring the groceries inside from the hallway. You close the door behind you and take off your shoes. The scarf and jacket you hang up on the peg in the wall besides the wall length mirror.

You follow the smell of dinner and bring the groceries in the kitchen. On your way there you throw your work bag on the floor next to the sofa.

In the kitchen stands Kakashi with an apron around his hips. It was the first present you gave him. The little dogs on it just reminded you of him and his ninken. Honestly, in this moment you’re very proud. It was the best investment you could have made. Kakashi turns and greets you with a smile, a spoon to taste the sauce for the vegetables in his hand.

You fish the packet of coriander out of the bag and hand it to him.

’Sorry for forgetting. I should have checked before I invited you over’ you mumble.

’No worries, you brought it just in time. The cold just keeps it fresh. Even though you look like a popsicle.’

You sort away the other stuff you bought and turn to your boyfriend with a one-sided smile.

He sets the spoon aside and takes a few steps towards you. He puts his warm hands on your cheeks and kisses your nose, grinning stupidly. You probably have a bright red nose that could guide all the other reindeer right through a winter storm.

When you try to hold his face to kiss him back he catches your hands in one of his and laughs. His are comfortably warm yet wet from washing the coriander. All the while yours are probably still ice cold.

’Just wait a second’ he chuckles. You hum, disappointed and walk back to the sofa. As soon as you put your work things away you return to the kitchen.

‘Your hot water bottle, my lady.’

You thank Kakashi, relishing the warmth in your hands for a moment.

’So what is it? Can’t your weary body fight off the harsh winter or is your back hurting again?’ he asks. Kakashi isn’t really worried but he doesn’t like you being uncomfortable in any way.

‘None of it. It’s not a big deal, really. Just my jaw.’ At that last part, Kakashi raises his eyebrows in surprise.

‘Your jaw?’

’It's a stupid story’ you mumble. Opening your mouth just makes the pain more intense.

You press the hot water bottle against your cheek and lean forward., forehead resting on the dinner table.

Kakashi takes a long look at you and turns back to the stove to taste the sauce.

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After a pretty quiet dinner you go lay down on the sofa. Kakashi loads the dishwasher. There are some vegetables left on your plate that you couldn’t cut any smaller and had to leave. He eats your leftovers and wipes down the table, then he hangs up the rag next to the apron.

Seeing you snuggled up on the sofa with the warm water bottle back on your face he smiles. Even in these moments you manage to lighten up his life.

You feel Kakashi lifting up your legs so he can sit down on the couch with you.

’You know, I need to hear every story about you’ he whispers. You want to protest but he immediately goes on ‘and especially the stupid ones.’

You know he won’t let you go without knowing the whole background. Honestly, after he patiently answered all the questions you asked him regarding his scars, you probably should be telling him that one story. Of course some things are still kept secret between you two. Especially scars are a very sensitive subject and you’re not that far into your relationship yet. It’s understandable to you that he wouldn’t want to share with you all the cruel things he had to endure as an elite ninja. At least you’re slowly building up the foundations for all these talks in the future.

But today it’s your turn. You fidget with the hem of your shirt as you begin to talk.

’When I was a kid, my teeth were crooked. Not just a little wonky, I looked more like a vampire with my canines growing pretty much in front of my incisors. So naturally, I got braces.’ You stopped. You could practically hear Kakashi grin. By lifting the water bottle from your eyes and peeking up to him, you confirmed him smiling. ‘What’s so funny about that?’ you ask.

’Oh, nothing. It’s just’ he falls into silence. You raise an eyebrow at him. ‘Imagining you with braces is kind of cute. You don’t happen to have some pictures of you back then lying around?’

‘I’d only show them if I wanted you to break up with me. I had my big glow up pretty recently and don’t want to start the new year single’ you scoff, jokingly.

‘Ah, you know I wouldn’t want to risk your wrath’ he retorts. You let the water bottle fold back on your face, ready to continue the story. Kakashi starts massaging your legs.

‘So anyway’ you leave a little pause, ‘one summer a friend of mine invited me on a group trip. We traveled 28 hours by bus. Already a wild ride, since I only knew my friend and her siblings in that group. But, as you can guess, at some point even I had to sleep.’ Once again, a chuckle escaped Kakashi. There were nights where even he fell asleep before you did. You battled with insomnia almost every night.

You choose to ignore him this time. ‘I fell asleep in my seat. I only had a small pillow with me. The window was cold so I propped it up against it but at some point in the night, it slipped down. Stupid me ignored it and went back to sleep.’ You lift your hands to your head and massage your scalp, still frustrated at the memory.

Meanwhile Kakashi’s fingers started tracing invisible patterns over your legs and up your hips.

’What happened?’

’Don’t know. I just woke up not much later and couldn’t open my mouth. My orthodontist wanted me to put in small rubber bands into my braces to help straighten my teeth. When i tried to remove them to open my mouth wider I realized it was just my jaw. It was pretty much locked in place. Rubber bands or not. It was the middle of the night, around me mostly people I have never met before and I could barely move my mouth.’

’Sounds awful’ Kakashi whispers in sympathy. He shifts his position a little bit, his warm fingers making their way under your shirt, still tracing those lines.

‘There was nothing I could do, so I waited for it to get better. During our trip there were a few meals I didn’t really enjoy. Every time I moved it, my jaw cracked uncomfortably. And in my head it was so loud. It was a real pain.

That was seven years ago. To this day my jaw cracks. Not as loudly anymore and it doesn’t lock my mouth in place fortunately.’ You take a deep breath, relaxing deeper into the cushions.

Kakashi shifts again so that he can rest his head on your chest. One hand he tucks under your body. The fingers of his free hand are still making their way up and down your sides. Goosebumps cover your body because of it but it’s a comfortable chill.

’Nobody was able to help you?’

’I guess. Actually it was more like nobody believed me. My orthodontist didn’t even care. When my braces got removed I had some diagnostics done. You know, check the functions of the jaw and all that. They make you open and close your mouth lots of times until you feel like a stupid fish that is stranded in an orthodontist’s office. On the last exercise my jaw cracked loudly. Even in my ears it was extreme. But it was only then that my orthodontist turned to her assistant and asked her “did you hear that” in that horrified tone. I felt like scratching her eyes out. She didn’t even remember what had happened. She thought it was in some kind of camper van.’

’At least she remembered you were traveling’ Kakashi answered. You let the water bottle slide from your face onto the sofa. The warmth from it was almost gone and your jaw felt better anyway. Kakashi had his eyes closed and seemed to be perfectly content with being your human heater. There was no way for you to get out under him if he fell asleep like this.

’Kashi, no, don’t cut her any slack. That woman was the bane of my existence back then!’ you groan. You put one hand in his fluffy hair, stroking it and watching the light reflect in the silver strands. Your other hand now rests above your head and plays with the tassels on one of your couch cushions.

You begin to ramble ‘actually, did I ever tell you, she’s also responsible for putting screws into the roof of my mouth? Not once, not twice but three times there were two screws twisted into my palate! I still have the scars from that. Sometimes I can feel my pulse in there and then I have to sneeze. Did it help? No, of course not. In the end they had to remove two of my teeth to make enough space for the braces in the first place. That’s also why I don’t like the taste of pineapple…’ you fall silent.

Lifting your head up from the sofa you see Kakashi’s face. He’s sleeping peacefully, his one hand still moving a little bit. Even whilst sleeping he soothes you. You smile and grab the cushion above your head. You lie your head back and get comfortable. From experience you know that Kakashi functioning as your weighted blanket can get you to sleep in no time.

In that moment you can’t imagine anything more relaxing than napping on the couch with your boyfriend while the wind outside sings you a lullaby. Your other hand comes down to also stroke Kakashi’s hair. You close your eyes, ready to drift off, smiling just like Kakashi is in his sleep.

[mayhem-neverending]

The Big Bad Wolf

Part X

Word Count: 2,840

Warnings: mentions of canon violence, alcohol consumption

Note: Alright, alright. I know you guys chose redemption arc, and I'm slowly getting there. I just didn't want to completely change the mood in one chapter. Needed to be a more gradual thing imo. Anyways, enjoy learning about reader's history with Kakashi!

And yes, Zen'in like in Jujutsu Kaisen. I love that clan name even though they're a bunch of shits.

Any and all passersby had stopped to watch the debacle that Toma's girlfriend started. The number of people was surprisingly large, considering the weather. Their curious staring caused you to tense even further. 

The woman wasn’t moving; her eyes glued to the figure behind you. You forced yourself to tilt your head, and were simultaneously relieved and mortified to find it was-

“Lord Hokage,” the blonde choked out.

His brown eyes didn’t budge from your face as he assessed you and completely ignored her. Falling snowflakes caught in his long white lashes before fluttering to his red, wind burned cheeks. You could just make out your reflection in his glassy eyes. Irritation and exasperation were the most evident emotions painting your face, but he also saw the overwhelming anxiety bubbling just under the surface, threatening to boil over.

His strong grip tightened around your waist and he pulled you further against him. His expression that had softened when inspecting you twisted again with annoyance at the woman. He straightened behind you to his full height.

“I believe this conversation is over,”

Before you could take a step, she exclaimed, “No!”

You didn’t have to look to know he raised a thin brow at her. She opened her mouth and closed it a few times, resembling an angry fish. Finally, she settled on letting out a melodramatic huff, her breath puffing out in a thick cloud, before turning on her heel and stalking away. 

“Can’t wait to see her this Friday,” you grumbled to yourself the moment she was out of earshot.

“Are you alright?” Kakashi asked softly. He scanned the crowd of villagers still unabashedly staring at you three.

You nodded slowly, not looking at him. "I just want to go home,"

He moved his hand to your lower back and lightly pushed. You stepped forward on command and ignored the eyes following the three of you. Kakashi kept his hand on your back as he led you down the street, and when you arrived at your apartment, he stepped through the door right behind you. 

You removed your shoes and immediately turned to the right, taking Hikaru into his bedroom and laying him down. You weren’t sure when he had fallen asleep, but he snored softly in your ear the whole way home. You removed his shoes and outer layers before tucking him in, not wanting to disturb him and opting to give him the herbs when he woke.

Back out in the dining area, Kakashi seated himself at the kitchen table. He watched you come back out and remove the rest of your outer layers, hanging them up next to his. You joined him shortly after, starting the kettle and taking the seat across from him. 

“I’m surprised you’re still here,”

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” He replied, voice low and an expression of forced neutrality.

“Uh, okay,” you said, taken aback.

“Akujia just outlawed all forms of chakra control,”

“What?”

He nodded once. “I wanted to make you aware so that you could inform any of your loved ones still living there that they need to leave while they still can. And I can make sure they receive citizenship here,”

Your lips were parted in surprise as your mind raced. How could the government so boldly strip the chakra users of part of their identity? There had been intense fear-mongering  towards the chakra-users, sure, but this was too far. You wondered how the old clans were reacting to this decision at that very moment.

"I don't-" 

The kettle whistled. And the realization that you did have someone left there crashed over you.

Your cousin lived there, married and pregnant with the heir of the Zen’in Clan. Their clan had a kekkai genkai that allowed them to manipulate their own shadows into animated creatures, and they were incredibly proud of their ability. You had no doubt they were not going to let that law stand. 

You abruptly stood and went to remove the kettle from the heat. You left it and went to go find your phone that was still in your bag. Fishing it out, you quickly typed out a message for her, letting her know that she ought to get back to Konoha for the safety of her unborn child, and fast. You set it down on the table, screen facing the ceiling while you went to make tea.

“The elders and I were discussing the possible ramifications of that decision, and I just wanted to make sure you could get your family out of there before anything drastic happens,” He continued. 

“Thank you for your concern." You pulled two mugs and some cinnamon tea down from the cabinet.

“Of course,”

Silence enveloped the two of you. Anxiety that hadn't quite subsided from earlier rose once again in your stomach and chest the longer the silence persisted. Kakashi was lost in thought, staring blankly at something behind you without moving a muscle.

Eventually, you blurted, “Want a drink with this?”

He blinked himself out of his trance and rested his eyes on your face, considering for a moment before nodding. You rose onto your toes to reach the bottle of sake placed on top of the fridge. You pulled it down and poured a considerable amount into each mug. 

You gently placed Kakashi’s in front of him, receiving a wan smile. You reciprocated in kind, and went to sit across from him again.

Spacing out the moment your bottom hit the chair, you swirled the drink around in the mug. Steam curled upwards from it, mimicking the motion of the liquid. Kakashi sat still, his hands warming around his own mug as he considered you.

You didn't look at him when you finally sipped your drink to allow him some privacy to drink his own. The silence persisted for a few more moments while you attempted to rein in some of the colorful images that your mind conjured up about how the clans would handle this injustice imposed on them. When you looked back over at him, you lost your grasp on your cup, which clunked against the table, thankfully without spilling since you had already been moving to set it down. 

Kakashi’s mask hung loosely around his neck, his lips quirking up on one side the moment your eyes met. You completely lost your train of thought; stunned and only able to take in how pretty this man was. His lips were fuller than you had imagined, and pretty pink. There was a little mole under them, which was the only mark on his unblemished skin.

The longer you looked, the warmer Kakashi felt. When a blush started on his pale skin, it easily progressed into an aggressive, splotchy red. “You act like you’ve never seen me without my mask before,”

“When have I-... Kakashi, that was for like two minutes a decade ago… And you were bloody, so it doesn’t really count,”

He looked mildly offended for a moment. “I remember how you looked,”

Blinking in surprise, you responded, “What?”

He leaned forward to rest his weight on his elbows while he spoke, the redness painting his face not diminishing an ounce. “It’s hard not to, when you left such a strong first impression. Do you remember that day?”

He had you completely distracted from the earlier discussion; allowing a smile to raise your lips. The memory was a little hazy, but it easily returned to your mind’s eye when called upon. Your head tilted to the side when responding with a, “Yeah,” and letting it trail off.

“How do you remember it?” you asked him.

“Well… I was getting my ass handed to me by stone nin when your team just happened to show up,”

“Coming back from our own mission,” you nodded along.

“Out of nowhere, I see this girl come flying out of the forest from above me, taking down two men with poisoned kunai to the neck before she even hit the ground,” 

You giggled. His voice had lowered and a genuine smile had started to play on his pink lips. He continued, “I remember that it took you taking down another nin for the rest of your team to react. At some point you did a backflip out of the trees and were able to land another kunai directly into the base of a man’s throat- mid flip- land behind him, and take on another without hesitation. I’ll be honest, I was impressed. So impressed, in fact, that I took a hit to the face by some flying rock,"

“I remember hearing it crack your Anbu mask,” you winced, the memory repeating in your ears.

“I went down, and you came over, blocking and killing the remaining nin that weren’t engaged with your other teammates. And when you were finished, you came over and healed me.

I hadn’t slept in days, and my chakra was dangerously depleted. I would have been dead if you hadn’t decided to act..”

He smiled ruefully. “I think that had been my plan all along,”

“I’m glad I showed up when I did. The world wouldn’t be the same without you,” you said with conviction.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m sure they would have found another Hokage just fine,”

Your demeanor shifted, and with all the tenderness you possessed, you replied, “My world wouldn’t be the same without you,”

His eyes widened a fraction and his body stilled; his cup raised halfway to his lips. You decided to continue, the fondness you held for him laid bare on your features and in your tone. “I always looked forward to being sent as backup the day after you had left for a dangerous mission. I knew it was part of Lord Third’s way of sending me on missions I didn’t rank for as a chuunin, since I refused to move up. He told me once, that you had recommended me for the jounin promotion - what was it - five times? In two years?”

HIs eyes widened even further, his mug now being placed on the tabletop. He looked caught, and it made you giggle just a bit. “I became suspicious when I had gone on three backup missions in a row for you. Not once in all my time as a shinobi have I ever been sent after anyone else. Lord Third made it crystal clear when I questioned him that you had not only been the one asking for my promotion, but that you had asked for me specifically for backup/rescues.”

If you thought he was red before, it was nothing compared to the crimson color he had turned. “I learned a lot from those missions, even if your recklessness irritated me enough to tell Hiruzen he needed to start sending someone else. He had retorted that if I just became a jounin I could be your Anbu partner and I could keep you from your recklessness before it began,”

You laughed at the memory. You had been so worked up after the previous rescue, where you had arrived to see him half-dead, crumpled in a heap beside a splintered tree and bodies of another nation, that you vowed you would let him die if he wanted it so badly.

In retrospect, you were just terrified of the possibility of being the one to find him well and truly dead. What little he had shared with you about himself on the numerous trips back to the village left your heart aching for him, and you despaired at the prospect of him dying before he had a chance to be alive. 

You had, however, never been particularly close. You fought incredibly well together, you saved his life and healed his injuries more times than you could count, but he always held you at arms length, and he never actively sought after you outside of work. It had bugged you for a while, but you let it go when you started studying more and taking missions less.

“I declined, obviously, but I took what I had learned with me on subsequent missions. I was able to save Kyoya’s - my teammate’s life only because I had treated a less life-threatening abdominal wound on you beforehand. I would have never forgiven myself if he had died. And I honestly owe a lot of my little successes to the things I learned with you,” 

You smiled brightly, a blush starting to come on from your honesty. “My favorite times were the few missions I went on with you and Team 7, though. I don’t think I’ve ever properly thanked you for asking me to help train them. Guiding Sakura in basic techniques during our downtime always brought me a lot of joy. The boys fighting in the background while you struggled to contain them was an added perk, though, for sure,”

He let out a deep chuckle, the baritone tickling your senses. He gazed at you for a moment, collecting his thoughts when he finished. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I always felt like a bit of a nuisance,”

Burden; he wanted to say, but he would never tell you his feelings ran that deep.

“You were absolutely a nuisance,”

His mouth parted. You giggled. “For reasons other than what you think,”

“Such as?”

“You were a nuisance because you obviously wanted me around but refused to say it to me. Refused to say much of anything, actually. It frustrated me to no end, but you weren’t reasonable back then,”

He made a noise and shook his head, opting not to respond.

You tilted your head. “We could have been close if you had just let me in, y’know?”

He averted his gaze and sipped his drink. You were about halfway done with your own at this point, while he only looked about a quarter of the way through his. You shook your head. 

“I understand why, to an extent, but I was already there, Kakashi. I-” you sighed. “I suppose it’s no use to lecture you about the past when you’ve already learned from it, huh?”

“...You’re right, though,”

“Of course I am." You took a sip and raised your brows at him over the rim of the mug.

He let out an amused huff. The rapid beating of his heart that began when he removed his mask stubbornly persisted with your eyes on him. He wanted to ask you a hundred different questions with you being so open with him right now, but his tongue weighed heavily in his mouth.

It wasn’t that you weren’t open or receptive to him on most occasions, but you two engaged mostly in surface level conversations in his office. He did his best to make you smile and fully engage you while you exchanged dinner with cleaned tupperware from the previous one. He craved that attention, relished it, and eagerly looked forward to it every day you texted him that you would be dropping in. 

He was certain that if the Anbu watching over him were his friends, they would tease him endlessly for his behavior. He was glad he wasn’t someone who made a habit of talking to himself out loud.

He downed the rest of his spiked tea. “Could I have another, please?”

“Of course. Do you want it as tea or just the sake?” 

“Sake, please,” 

“Mind if I just pour it in the same mug?”

“Nope,”

You took his in your left and followed his lead by finishing what was in your own mug so that you wouldn’t have to get up a second time to refill. 

His eyes never left your form as you moved around your small kitchen. His mind buzzed, trying to decide what he wanted to say next and exactly how he wanted to say it. He thanked you when you set his drink in front of him, still trying to figure out his next words. 

You stood over him, leaning your weight with on hand against the table. He looked up at you questioningly, holding his breath as your eyes met. You smiled softly at him.

“I’m still here, just so you know,” 

His heart stuttered in his chest and he sucked in sharply. Your smile widened and you removed your hand from the table, straightening up. “Can you be more reasonable this time?”

He swallowed, his mouth having gone dry. With some effort, he was able to give you a little nod. Placing your own mug next to his, you opened your arms to him. Hesitantly, he lifted his own and you took a small step forward, embracing him where he sat. His head rested right above your breast and one of your hands came to rest at the back of his neck, just barely pushing into his hair. 

It was a brief hug, only a couple seconds, max. For Kakashi, it was simultaneously a lifetime and a blink of an eye. Either way, he could only feel like you let go too soon.

Part XI

Tags: @mostlyunsure @ichaichahatake @humongousdreamlandbear

[sleepysnk]

Opinion on modern AU; rough car sex with itachi after a fun party??

a/n: ok ok, i saw this and got excited because i’ve wanted to start writing more content with itachi. i hope you enjoy!! thank you for sending this! :)

pairings: itachi uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern/college au, nsfw, smut, car sex, rough sex, jealousy, unprotected sex, creampie, some degradation, praising.

Backseat ft. Itachi Uchiha

Loud music blasted in your ears, and strobe lights of all colors danced around the room as you walked towards the exit of the house you were currently in. There were many people around you with red solo cups in their hands, or beer cans. All of them enjoying their Friday evening by partying.

You were one of those people. You decided to come out that night for a party, because you had a pretty long week. You and your friends all agreed that it’d be a fun occasion, not to mention, you could get wasted and not have to worry about the hangover.

Though, there was another person who decided to tag along with you. It was your boyfriend, Itachi Uchiha.

The two of you both spent the night together along with your friends. Itachi wasn’t the type of boyfriend who did a lot of talking, but he was a great listener. He enjoyed taking in all of the things your friends talked about, and your happiness in that always made him satisfied. As long as you were happy with him, that’s all that mattered.

Another thing about Itachi was that he wasn’t really the jealous type.

From as long as you could remember, he never considered other men a threat to your relationship. Although you were a beautiful girl, Itachi never worried about other people thinking they had a chance with you. He also had enough trust in you to know that you would never cheat on him. He loved you, and you loved him.

Sure, there’d occasionally be a guy who wouldn’t let up, but Itachi usually never came off as threatening. He’d usually come up and guide you away from the person. Nothing was ever too extra.

Though, tonight, Itachi was feeling a bit different.

While the two of you were standing around your friends, an old companion of yours approached you. His name was Kakashi, and Itachi didn’t know him. You never mentioned a Kakashi before, so he was curious as to who he was.

At first, Itachi wasn’t even bothered by his presence. He sipped his drink and listened in on the conversation as he usually did. The two of you seemed to be catching up as per usual. You always had this habit of asking a bunch of questions whenever you see an old friend, which was fine. Itachi sometimes did the same whenever he ran into someone he hadn’t seen in a while.

Then, the conversation shifted to something else, and it made Itachi quirk a brow.

“You wanna head upstairs and talk a bit more? There’s some open rooms,”

When those words came off of Kakashi’s tongue, Itachi almost crushed his drink in his fist. How could somebody ask you something like that so casually? Itachi knew how guys worked. He was one, and that was code word for “let’s go upstairs and fuck!”

Not to mention, he was standing right beside you, so either this guy was disregarding his presence or he didn’t care. Either of those ideas were still bad.

Itachi was surprised at how quickly he looked at the guy and said something. He told him to back off, and the two of you were leaving at that very moment. He never thought he had it in him to talk like that, but he wasn’t going to let this guy keep talking to you like that. You were Itachi’s girlfriend, not Kakashi’s.

You, on the other hand, were taken back by your boyfriend’s sudden change of tone and use of words. Itachi never got jealous, so this was a first for you. You were going to deny Kakashi anyway, so it made you wonder what the hell was going on. Though, you didn’t want to make a scene in front of your other friends. You and Itachi often handled your issues in private to prevent people from getting this idea that you were a couple that loved to argue in front of others.

Here you were now, following him towards the exit of the house you were partying in. He seemed like he was in a rush to get out of there, and you could tell by his body language that he was irritated. You knew your boyfriend better than himself, and you could tell whenever he was upset about something.

The two of you both stepped outside. The once clear, blue sky was now a pitch dark one with stars littering the atmosphere. The air was also slightly cool for a summer night, so it made you shiver. There was also the presence of a few people standing around with beers in their hands, chatting amongst themselves.

Trailing after Itachi, you both ended up turning down the sidewalk where his car was parked. In the moonlight, you could see the crisp, clean metal of his black Mercedes. You vaguely remembered that he cleaned it just before the two of you went out for the evening.

You stepped towards his car, placing your hand on the cool door handle. You heard the click of the locks opening, so you proceeded to pull open the door. Itachi did the same, but he seemed to be more aggressive than you were.

Once inside, you pulled the door shut. You breathed in the aroma of the air freshener he had hanging on the rear view mirror. An awkward, yet tension filled silence surrounded the car. You didn’t like it one bit. If anything, it made you uncomfortable, and you were curious as to what was wrong with Itachi.

Deep down, you knew he was jealous, but you wondered what for. He was never like that with you, so it made you worried that you potentially crossed the line.

Itachi started the car, the engine roaring to life. He then shifted around in his seat before pressing the gas a few times. You decided to put your seatbelt on to avoid his eyes. You weren’t looking to start a fight at the moment, so you kept your silence.

Looking downward, Itachi placed the car in drive before pulling away from the lively party house. The silence even more awkward than it was before, since there was absolutely no background noise to disturb it.

As he drove, Itachi couldn’t stop hearing Kakashi’s words inside of his head. How could he blatantly ask you something like that? It pissed Itachi off, and he wasn’t going to sit there and let it pass. He knew he should have snapped at Kakashi, but he feared that you’d get angry with him for an outburst like that. Maybe he was jealous, but he was for certain that he was pissed about the situation.

He decided he needed to do something about it.

Your eyebrows furrowed when Itachi took an unexpected turn down an unfamiliar street. You knew the route home like the back of your hand, so you wondered where he was taking you. You hoped he wasn’t going to turn around and head back to the party, because, being honest, you didn’t feel like going back.

“Itachi..? Where are we going..?” you looked over at him in the driver’s seat. You could see how his jaw was clenched, and his eyebrows kept furrowing as he drove. He looked focused, but pissed at the same time.

He didn’t respond to you. Instead, he just kept driving until he slowed down at a stop sign. Clearly, you were both in a neighborhood, but you didn’t know this place at all. You knew the area around your campus well, but this area wasn’t familiar to you. You hoped Itachi wasn’t planning on leaving you somewhere.

Okay! Unlikely, but you never know.

You turned your head to look out the window. You could see Itachi turning into an empty parking lot. There was no cars, and there was a single street light in the middle of it illuminating the concrete around it.

It seemed kind of eerie. It was late, and not a single person was out right now. You’ve been in plenty of empty lots late at night, but that was years ago when you were a teenager.

Itachi parked, turning his car off which made you look at him. He took his keys out of the ignition and dropped them into the cup holder beside his arm. You wondered why he stopped, because there was nothing around this lot except grass. You weren’t interested in taking a walk either.

Itachi’s head turned towards you. “Go, let’s get in the backseat,” he nodded his head towards the space behind you.

A chill danced down your spine from the sound of his voice. You knew exactly what that meant if you two were going back there. You knew Itachi well enough to understand what his next moves were going to be. It’s been a while since the two of you both got down to business back there, so you hoped he wouldn’t be too rough.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you placed your phone into the cupholder beside his keys. You then pulled on the handle to open the door beside you. You could feel Itachi’s eyes burning holes into your backside as you got out. It made you nervous, and there was this anticipation bubbling in your gut.

You breathed in the fresh cool air for a few seconds. You then pulled open the door that led to the backseat. The back of his car was kept clean, and there wasn’t a single crumb or speck of dust anywhere. It was the perfect scene for the activities you were about to indulge in for the next couple minutes.

You plopped down in the seat, reaching over to close the door. The leather of the seats clung to the exposed skin of your legs. It also had a chilly touch to it, so it made you shiver.

Itachi opened the door across from you and climbed in. That same uncomfortable atmosphere set in again once he sat down and shut his door. You weren’t sure what move he was going to make next, and you sure as hell weren’t going to make any. He was too intimidating, and you weren’t exactly sure what reaction he might have.

Your body instinctively turned towards him once he began to move closer to you. You could feel your stomach swarming with these butterflies, and your core beginning to heat up. He wasn’t even doing anything and you were already starting to feel something.

“Come here, darling, don’t be so shy. You know my intentions are pure with you,” he motioned his fingers for you to come sit on his lap. His tone was sweet like candy, and it soothed away any anxiety you had. You were relieved that he wasn’t angry with you.

You shifted around, maneuvering yourself so you were now on top of him. Your thighs on either side of his legs. You then placed your hands onto his shoulders, feeling the smooth fabric of his white t-shirt beneath your fingertips.

Itachi’s hands went to your waist, and towards your hips. Your body was like velvet to him. He loved how soft and smooth your skin was. It reminded him of a warm soft blanket that had just been washed. It was perfect, and you were nothing less than that to him. You were his.

“Is everything okay, baby? Be honest.. because you seemed upset after the party,” you broke the silence, trailing your fingers along the sharp line of his jaw.

Fuck, he loved when you did that to him. You spoke so softly and innocently, and your touches were also so heavenly. You were almost making him forget the reason why he was mad in the first place, but he couldn’t let that slide. He wanted you to know what was bothering him. It was the reason why he brought you here. He wanted you to really know.

“The way some of these men speak to you pisses me off.. you’re my girlfriend, not theirs. They speak to you as if you belong to them, and that’s not true. At the end of the day, you’re mine, do you understand?” he looked into your eyes as he spoke, a serious tone dripping from his voice.

Your eyebrows raised from his response. It wasn’t the one you were expecting, but for some reason, you thought it was hot.

The idea of a guy being possessive and jealous was kind of attractive to you. Of course, you’d only like that treatment if a guy was hitting on you, not if it was a friend. This was also something you weren’t the most used to, because Itachi never got jealous over other guys, but tonight must have been his limit.

Goosebumps flared on your skin when Itachi’s fingertips ghosted over your inner thighs. He could feel how feverish your skin was. You were clearly turned on by his actions, and he was going to take advantage of that. He needed to show you that no other guy could take you like he could. He was the only one that could fuck you so good until you scream.

“I’m gonna show you that you’re mine..” he whispered, “Do you want that?”

Your eyes widened, your cheeks burning from his words. Nonetheless, you nodded your head with desire in your hues. “Y-Yes.. show me, Itachi,” your hips grinded against his crotch, which was becoming hard.

Itachi groaned from the friction you created against his bulge. He could see that you were desperate, and he was going to take care of that.

Without warning, he placed his palm against the back of your head. He then forced your head towards his where your lips connected. A fiery and deep kiss blossomed between the two of you. It was enough to cause a rush of excitement to erupt in your belly.

His hands gripped your hips where he began to slowly rock you against his hard cock. You moaned into the kiss when your throbbing clit made contact with the tip. Bolts of electricity sparked along your body whenever your pussy touched him. The wetness was heavy in your underwear. Your panties were probably soaking at this point.

The two of you pulled apart for air. Saliva covered your lips, and you both had this seductive look in your eyes. There was nothing but sexual tension lingering around the room, and you wanted nothing more than each other.

“Take this off..” Itachi played with the fabric of your dress. He wore this seductive smile on his features as well, and it only made him look sexier as he spoke to you.

You did as you were told. You rolled up your dress, and Itachi helped you take it off. Your body shivered from the colder air wrapping itself around your skin. Itachi instantly soothed you by rubbing his warm hands along your exposed body. You were now left in your grey-colored panties.

Itachi saw the damp spot that formed in the fabric of your underwear. His cock twitched at the sight. The sweatpants he was wearing felt like a barrier, and they were practically suffocating him. He needed to be inside of you. It’s all he desired, and he knew he’d get it.

His thumb brushed against your clit, causing your hips to jolt from the contact. He smirked at your reaction. Itachi knew you were going to be desperate, but he didn’t know you’d be that needy for him. He was going to have a lot of fun with you in the backseat. It was exciting to him.

“I make you wet, huh, baby?” he looked at you through his lashes, licking his lips in the process. He continued to rub your clit through your panties, causing a whimper to come from your mouth.

Your hands went to his shoulders. “Yes, baby.. you make me so fucking wet..” you replied, breathlessly.

He paused in his movements to remove his sweatpants. Your voice was making it harder for him to resist you, so he finally gave into his urges.

With trembling hands, he untied the knot in his ash grey sweats. He lifted his hips just a little so he could pull them down, along with his boxers. His cock sprang out almost instantly. The sight of it made your cunt throb again. Pre-cum covered the tip, and it was standing tall. You wanted nothing more than him inside of you.

Itachi’s hand went to cup your cheek. You leaned into his palm, letting him stroke your lips with his thumb.

“I’m gonna fuck you good, baby..” he leaned closer to your face, “So good that you’ll forget about those guys..”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Fuck me, Itachi..” you moved your hips against his aching cock, earning a grunt from him.

Itachi kissed you one more time before he grabbed his dick, gliding the tip of his shaft along your clit. The wetness of your pussy collected around it. You were so sensitive, and the slight contact was driving you up the wall. It felt so good, you wanted nothing but him.

He then slipped his cock inside of you. A moan came from your lips as he filled into your sweet hole. Itachi clenched his teeth from the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his cock. You were so wet and warm. He could feel himself getting lost in the pleasure.

His hands went to grab your hips. He began to slowly rock you against his cock. The position you were in gave him access to the good parts of your pussy. His tip was consistently pressing at your cervix and your g-spot, making the moans and cries for more to increase in sound.

“Itachi.. ‘feels so good..” your hands went to squeeze at his shoulders. Every pulse of his cock sent you over the edge. You felt like you were burning, and he was only making your fire ignite

His head fell back against the headrest behind him. Your walls were perfectly surrounding his dick. “Such a good girl.. taking my cock like this,” he groaned, “Your pussy is like heaven..”

Itachi then started to increase his pace. Your breasts bounced from his thrusts, and you could barely keep yourself together. The once chilly feeling you had just a few moments ago was now white hot, and sweat was beginning to form on your skin.

Your arms went to wrap around his neck. You pulled him in for a sloppy, wet kiss. His kisses were rough, and his teeth occasionally nibbled at your bottom lip. Your finger reached to pull the the tie that held his hair together out of its ponytail. Your nails then made their way into the strands of his long jet-black hair. It’s smooth texture made you want to only touch it more.

A loud cry of pleasure erupted in the kiss you were sharing when Itachi held your hips in place, and began to thrust into you at a relentless pace. His balls slapped against your clit, doubling the pleasure you were receiving.

“Yes! Yes! Right there, Itachi!” you cried, pressing your forehead against his. The tip of his cock kissed and poked at your g-spot which made you see white stars inside of your vision.

He looked deeply into your eyes. You could see the lust clouding his pupils. “Yeah.. take my cock like the slut you are,” his nails dug into your skin as he held you in place.

As he fucked you, all Itachi could think about was Kakashi talking to you earlier in the night. His mind also flashed images of other guys hitting on you, especially those pathetic guy friends you had.

Deep down, Itachi knew how badly those men wanted to fuck you. They were just waiting for the opportunity to take you, but, oh no, Itachi wasn’t going to ever let that happen. You were his girlfriend, and he’d be damned if he let some other guy think they’d ever have a chance with a girl like you. Your pussy was his to fuck, and his only. He was the only person who could make you cum as hard as you do.

“Ah! Itachi.. it’s too much!” your head tossed from side to side as the pleasure rushed over you.

Itachi smirked, grabbing your face with his hand. “How pretty..” he licked his lips, “Keep saying my name like that, baby girl, I wanna hear you fucking scream,”

He used his free hand to play with your swollen clit. Your eyes popped open from his actions. You hadn’t even reached your orgasm yet, and you were already feeling overstimulation. He showed no signs of letting up either, and your body was feeling the pure euphoria. You craved him, and you wanted nothing more than to be fucked until you couldn’t sit straight.

You hadn’t seen this more rougher side of Itachi, but you weren’t complaining. You never felt better than in that moment.

Your moans turned into cries and pleas for more, and Itachi noticed that. He heard the change in your voice. You had become so whiny for his cock, and it was the most erotic and arousing thing he had ever heard.

“Come on, sweet girl, you can take it.. I know you can,” he leaned in to kiss at your warm cheeks. The heat your body was radiating felt like a furnace. There was also this shine of sweat sticking to your skin.

The sound of your pussy squelching around his dick filled the backseat. There was so much of your slick covering Itachi’s cock. There was a bit more than usual if he was being honest, but he didn’t mind one bit.

Make all the mess you want. He’d always be there to clean it up. It only showed Itachi that he was making you feel good, and, boy, did it stroke his ego.

The coil inside of your stomach was heavy. It could snap at any second, and you were hoping you’d reach your high soon. Your brain was now fogged with lust and pleasure. The stars in your eyes were more consistent, and your body was beginning to tremble.

Itachi could feel that you were getting close. Your walls were beginning to slowly clamp around his cock, and your body language was telling him everything that he needed to know.

“Itachi..” you whined, “I’m gonna cum..”

He looked at you, his mouth parted open and there was saliva pooling. You looked so fucking sexy in front of him like that. “You better say my name when you cum..” he squeezed your lips together, “Okay..?”

You nodded your head eagerly. “O-Okay..” you replied, breathlessly.

Itachi bounced your hips on his cock a few more times. He then let out a loud groan when your walls squeezed his dick tightly. He saw the way your thighs shook, and your eyes rolled towards the back of your head. Your mouth fell open, and multiple moans and cries escaped as your orgasm washed over you.

“Itachi! Fuck! Yes!” your voice practically bounced off of the walls as you screamed his name.

Itachi’s thumb was quick to start rubbing circles on your clit again. He helped you ride out your orgasm, making it feel even better than you expected it to.

Your orgasm only drew Itachi closer to his own high. His cock was twitching, and his tip felt incredibly sensitive from all of the fluids collecting around his dick. There was so much arousal that his cock almost slipped out of you a couple of times as he fucked into you.

His balls felt very full. He knew he wanted to fill you to the brim with his cum. It was the last option for him to really prove that you were his.

“You want my cum inside you, princess..?” he looked at you with heavy eyes.

Even through your clouded state of mind, you shook your head once he asked the question. “Yes, ‘tachi.. please, fill me up,” your hands trailed along his chest. Your brain turned into straight mush from the pleasure. You could barely focus on him.

With one final thrust, the heat inside of his stomach finally boiled over.

Itachi let out a groan as he reached his orgasm. Your name was heavy on his tongue. Thick hot ropes of his cum filled into your hole. The sensation made you whimper. You loved whenever Itachi came inside of you. Neither of you ever cared about the mess that came afterward.

The two of you both panted, trying to recover from your orgasms. The once clear windows were now coated with a layer of fog, and sex lingered through the air. Sweat clung to your bodies, and some of Itachi’s hair was stuck to his forehead.

You laid your head against his shoulder, inhaling his scent. You started to feel relaxed, and your body was slowly calming down from the intercourse you just participated in.

“Hey..” Itachi broke the silence between you, his voice slightly hoarse and deep.

You hummed in response, looking up at him with a nod. He grabbed your face, pressing a small kiss against your lips. It was a soft one, and was full of love.

“I love you, okay? I’m so happy to have you as my girlfriend..” he smiled, looking into your eyes with happiness.

Your cheeks grew warm from his affectionate words. “I love you more, Itachi..” you laid against him again, snuggling your head into his chest.

The two of you sat there for a little longer, basking in each other’s embraces. Nothing but love and pure happiness floated around the two of you.

[allthingskakashi]

Hi! Coul a request a scenario that involves Sukea please? Like the reader has a crush on Kakashi and he finds out because her friends tease her in front of sukea and then Kakashi asks her on a date idk if I’m making a point, or can just do anything you wish that involves him pleasee? Thank you ♥️

Okay first of all, that's a really innovative idea!! I loved it. Secondly, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this but ahh well here it is now and i really hope you like it ❤️

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[Kakashi x Reader] || 3k words

a/n : ugh tbh I've been running a little low on creativity lately which is why i hadn't posted anything for like a week but i also didn't wanna go without writing anything so well... I tried. 😩

You sit in the small dumpling restaurant with your friends Kurenai and Anko. Beyond you, the falling dusk envelopes your village in mystical hues of blue and red. It’s Friday, which means the weekend has rolled in after a long and tiresome week. The thought of being off duty for the next two days lifts your spirits, and you look forward to spending the time relaxing at home in your own company.

The evening is busy, streets bustling, vibrant with the hustle of villagers; some heading for a night out with friends, some returning home to spend time with family, some getting ready to go out on a date, everyone looking like they have somewhere to be, something to do.

You sigh, shoving a dumpling in your mouth.

“Why the long face?”, Anko asks between chomps.

“It’s nothing” you shrug, your tone failing to fool anyone.

There’s a soft creak as the gate to the shop opens behind you, a small gust of air whooshing in from outside. The merry chatter in the room comes to a sudden halt, to be replaced by sounds of hushed murmurs and whispers. You glance at the group of women sitting in the table ahead of you, staring at something with mouths open wide in awe. Ahead of you, Anko’s eyebrows are furrowed, a curious smile touching the corner of her lip.

You turn behind, wanting to catch a glimpse of whatever it is that has managed to elicit such a response from the entire room.

Your eyes fall upon a handsome young man, who has just now walked into the restaurant and taken a seat behind you. You feel your heart skip a beat. He’s easily one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. A mop of thick brown hair adorns his head, a tint of purple on his eyelids and stripes of the same colour running across both cheeks. His face is sharp with an angled jawline and he has on a long trench coat with a scarf around his neck. He’s also holding a camera, you notice.

Probably an outsider.

A waitress walks over to him, standing by him and twirling a curl of hair, visibly enchanted by his charms.

Someone thumps the front of your table, startling you. “Jeez y/n, get a grip!” Anko’s voice brings your attention back to your friends as you finally tear your eyes away from the mysterious man in the table behind you.

“What? I wasn’t checking him out” you sputter, unnerved.

“We didn’t say you were”, Kurenai chimes in.

You feel your face getting hot as red tinges your cheeks and you look away, avoiding your friends’ eyes.

“Hey, why don’t you go talk to him? Maybe ask him out?” Kurenai says, her eyes lighting up.

You open your mouth to say something, but Anko cuts in.

“Because she’d rather sit around pining for Kakashi and doodling his name on her diary. How long has it been now? 7 years?”

Kurenai giggles, but puts a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“Alright now, go easy on her”, she says kindly. “But she’s got a point y/n. You and Kakashi have known each other for a long time. You’ve kept your feelings to yourself for years now, I really think it’s time you go out and do something about it. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way about you. Why don’t you give it a shot?”

You let out another sigh and look at your lap. “I just don’t think it’s the right time yet.”

But that was a lie. You’d had feelings for Kakashi ever since you were a teenager. You had always been friends, but you wanted more. You loved being in his company and you had a lot of mutual respect and admiration for each other. But you could never bring yourself to just say the words to Kakashi. There were times when you almost blurted it out, and times when you felt like maybe he felt the same way about you too… but they may have been delusions, for all you knew. You didn’t know anything for certain. And that’s what stopped you from gathering up the courage to say it to him. You told yourself and your friends who knew that you would someday, when the time is right, but it was all a big fat lie. You were scared, and that was the truth, as much as you hated to admit it.

You watch Anko roll her eyes as Kurenai exhales, tilting her head.

“Y/n…It’ll never be the right time. Just do it. You’ve taken down S-rank criminals, you can handle this. Trust me, even the copy ninja can’t resist THAT” Kurenai cheers, grazing her eyes up and down over you with a suggestive smile, her voice encouraging. You chuckle, waving your hand dismissively in embarrassment.

“Look”, Anko interjects in her matter-of-fact voice. “Kakashi’s a wuss. If you wanna get it on with him, you gotta make the move. He’s even worse than you so pussy up and ask him. If I have to hear another of your lovelorn sighs one more time, I’ll go tell him myself.” She says, shoving her last dumpling in her mouth and gulping down a glass of water.

You’d been friends with Anko long enough to know not to put it past her. Besides, they were right. It HAD been very long. Perhaps you really did need to pussy up.

Ughhhhh. Why couldn’t this be easier?

“Anyway, I’m gonna go hit the bar. Any of you suckers wanna join me?” Anko asks, getting up from her chair.

“I can’t. I invited my team over for dinner tonight so I’ll get going.”, Kurenai says, collecting her purse and getting ready to leave as well.

“It’s okay, you guys go. I’ve got some things to do” you say, waving them off.

You watch your friends go out the exit and disappear along the curve of the street. Truth is, you kind of want to be alone, maybe take a walk around the village, gather your thoughts. This conversation with your friends today stirred something in you and you need time to think. You’d let things go on as they were for very long now, but it was time you took matters in your own hands.

Putting the bill down on the table, you head towards the door. Your eyes fall where the man was sitting but the seat is empty now, and you catch him ahead of you, just a few steps away, also heading towards the door. You stand close behind him, clutching your purse to your rib as he opens the door. His elbow juts out, knocking the bag out of your hand as it falls to the ground.

For a quick second you think it’s a thief and you’re almost about to strike a blow but the man crouches down quickly with an “I’m so sorry”, picking your purse up and holding it out to you.

Up close this way, you can see his eyes. There’s something familiar about them but you can’t put your finger on what it is. “Thanks” you mutter, taking the purse from him, your mind still trying to comprehend why this man you’ve never seen before feels so familiar.

“Are you a tourist? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before”, you ask, concealing the suspicion in your tone.

Your village is a small one and almost every face is familiar. Having a visitor in the village is quite unheard of and your instincts tell you that something feels off.

He clears his throat before answering. “Hi, I’m Sukea. I’m a reporter from the Land of Fire. I’m here to conduct research for an article” the man replies, almost in an automated tone but with a smile that immediately softens his features. He’s got a mole under his bottom lip, you notice.

Gosh, that’s a pretty face.

Before you have the chance to say anything else or ask more questions, he mumbles that he’s getting late for something and turns away, hurrying down the street.

You stand there, watching him go.

Weird.

But you’ve got other things to think about now, decisions to make, so you shake the thoughts of this mystery man off your head, although you can’t help mulling over why he felt so eerily familiar.

You walk down your usual route in the quieter part of the village. Walks always somehow help you clear your mind.  The air has cooled down now and there’s a slight chill in the air. A sweet smell of flowers wafts through. You lose track of time walking around the entire village, over the cliff, through the forests, by the stream which shimmers under the moonlight.

It’s almost ten by the time you reach home and the walk makes your calves ache. Probably wasn’t such a good idea to go on such a long walk after injuring yourself on your last mission.

You freshen up and throw yourself down on your bed, glad for the two days of rest that awaits you.

Pulling the blanket over your head, you turn to your side and close your eyes. Kakashi’s face appears almost instantly, the images playing a montage in your head.

His smile that makes buds bloom into flowers… his laughter so pure like a young boy’s…his silver hair which sparkles in the sun, making you want to run your fingers through it… the warmth of his voice when he talks to you-- and suddenly something goes off in your brain. Like a flame igniting. Or rather, a long burning flame finally receiving emancipation. There’s a jolt through your veins and you think—Tomorrow. I’ll tell him tomorrow.

And before you have time to process the sudden thought, languor takes over your body, lulling you to sleep.

You’re up early the next morning, the jolt from last night still coursing through your veins. You’re feeling pretty confident, more than you ever have. Today’s the day you tell him.

But first, you have to head over to the Missions Desk to submit your report. You bash yourself for putting it off till now.

The day outside is beautiful, white cotton clouds floating aimlessly across the azure sky. A pleasant breeze tickles your skin in soft whispers.

You reach the main office and submit your file. The room is empty, except for the people working behind the desks. The man in front of you takes your file, checking the date of your mission and you’re sure you can see a look of judgement flash across his eyes.

You almost feel a little guilty.

“You know, all the other jounins have submitted their reports already” he mutters, not looking up from your file.

“Well actually…”

There’s a voice behind you, and you turn around at the sheepish tone of the familiar voice. Your heart instantly paces up. Kakashi. There’s a file in his hand too. You can’t help the smile that escapes.

You look at him as he comes forward, handing his file over. The man shoots him a similar glance and shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. You can tell that this must not be the first time. Kakashi smiles sweetly at him, before turning away and looking at you.

“Y/n! Didn’t think I’d run into you here…”

Your blood pounds in your ears as you recall the resolve you made to yourself last night. You’d promised yourself you’d tell him today but right now, in this way? You weren’t ready for this. You hadn’t prepared what you were gonna say, or how you’d say it. A hundred thoughts run through your head.

Hell with my resolve. This really isn’t the right time. I can’t do this.

But on the other hand…

Your brain goes at odds with your heart as you realise you haven’t answered Kakashi yet.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice concerned.

You straighten up, composing yourself.

“Oh hey yeah, I’m fine! I’m great. What’re you upto?”

“Just got a few things I need to do”, he shrugs, walking beside you as the two of you come out of the office into the main corridor of the Hokage Mansion.

“Right. Got any missions this weekend?” you ask, stalling to give yourself time to think clearly.

“Nope. You?”

“No. You?”

“You already asked me”, he chuckles. “So uh. Where are you headed?”

Ugh. This is a disaster.

“Just the market. I… I need to buy fish for dinner”

You feel your palms getting clammy as the air starts to feels too tight. You look at Kakashi out of the corner of your eye and you notice.

He looks nervous too. He’s fidgeting with his hands and there’s something strange about him.

“Well…uh” he stutters, rubbing his neck with his hand before looking at you. “maybe you don’t.”

You look up at him, your eyes wide and face scrunched up in confusion. You’re outside the tower now, standing on the street.

“I…don’t?”

He scratches the back of his head.

“Uh…I mean…I’ve got fish.”, he stammers. There’s a very visible tint of red on his cheeks.

You’re utterly wrapped in confusion by now, and you wonder why he’s acting so strange. Unsure of where he’s getting with that, you say, “Um…That’s nice. Where do you buy fish from? I’ve heard the market by the Temple is good for seafood. I haven’t had the chance to try it out myself though.”

Mother Earth please swallow me whole.

Kakashi lets out a nervous laugh, still fidgeting around with his hands and looking everywhere but directly at you.

“Y/n what I’m saying is…maybe you don’t need to buy fish for dinner because” he looks at you from under his shaggy bangs,which fall over his eyes in the absence of his headband. The tint of his cheeks deepens. “well, because I was thinking maybe you could come over…and I could…cook dinner for the both of us...? Or um go out, whatever you’d like” he says, immediately looking away.

You’d never thought it was possible for the calm and cocky Kakashi Hatake to look this nervous. It’s quite a sight. You might have laughed at it if you weren’t just as nervous yourself.

“Like on a date?” you ask, shock evident in your tone. Your heart is battering in your chest.

This is a very, very surprising turn of events.

“Well…yes”, he breathes, barely meeting your eyes now.

You can hear your heart in your ears. And suddenly, it feels like spring has bloomed inside your heart. Not just your heart but everywhere around you. Like you’ve been transported to a meadow and there’s only flowers and rainbows and butterflies all around.

A breeze passes through, sending a few petals from nearby trees floating along the street. Strands of your hair blow into your eyes.

You sweep them away, looking up at him to see him looking at you, his eyes hopeful, waiting.

You meet his gaze with your burning eyes and smile, tucking another loose strand behind your ear.

“I’d love that” you say before looking down, your tone barely containing the ecstasy you feel within. You feel the chirp of a thousand birds singing inside your heart.

His eyes light up, mouth forming into a grin as you see the muscles on his face relaxing visibly.

Kakashi’s eyes crinkle from the smile and he says, “Well then…I’ll see you for dinner.”

He starts walking away, before turning back and calling out “Oh and yes, I do buy my fish from the market by the temple.”

And with that, he turns away grinning, disappearing with a whoosh, leaving you to stand there, still in shock and gaping after him; wondering which stars had aligned, what forces in the universe had conjoined and what twist of fate had occurred, turning your life around, making you the happiest woman in the world, in the span of just one day.

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Aaand a lil bonus addition :-

It’d been around two months that you and the silver haired jounin of the Leaf had been together. Almost everyone in the village knew by now and it had been two months of pure unadulterated bliss. You fit so well together, it felt as if you’d never been apart.

Today was just another lazy afternoon, with you and Kakashi in bed, entangled in each other’s arms, neither one of you wanting to leave your little heaven on earth.

You intertwine your fingers with Kakashi’s, backing into him so you’re pressed against the warmth of his body.

“Hey, Kakashi?” you whisper.

“Hm?” he replies, sleep mangling his voice.

“I’ve always wondered. Why did you ask me out that day? You told me you’d liked me for a long time too. So… why not before? Why that day?”

He chuckles softly into your hair, pulling you closer with his arm.

“Well” he says, almost in a whisper. “I thought it was time I stopped being a wuss.”

“Huh?”

“It had been a really long time and… I thought it was time to, how do I put this, pussy up.” he says into your neck, his voice calm, but with just a tinge of amusement.

WAIT A MINUTE-

You jerk up on the bed, freeing yourself of his grip and turning to face him.

A subtle smile plays across his lips but his face is tranquil, giving nothing away.

Panic rises in you and you shake his arm vigorously. “KAKASHI! HOW-HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?”

He doesn’t stir, eyes closed tight, pretending to be sleeping.

“KAKASHI TELL ME RIGHT NOW” you continue shaking him, but it’s in vain, the man doesn’t stir.

You sigh, replaying the day from two months ago in your head, ravaging your brain for any possible hint. And just like that, it dawns upon you.

“Oh my god—That was you.” You blurt, everything suddenly clicking into place in your head. You feel like a fool for not realising sooner.

He remains unmoving, eyes closed shut. But you don’t miss the slight wrinkle of his mask as his lips upturn into a grin beneath it.

“That was you, wasn’t it??? It was! You sneaky little bastard!” you shriek, jabbing at his arm with a few pokes, but it does nothing.

“Kakashi!”

“Ssshh, I’m sleeping” he whispers in fake slumber, a smile grazing his mouth as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you back into the bed with him.

“Did you really just shush m- “ you begin in protest, but your sentence remains unfinished as he presses his mouth onto yours, catching your lips in a kiss and shutting you up before you can say more.