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Snap [Kakashi Hatake]

a/n: this was a request from a user on ao3, and damn did I enjoy putting this together! Kakashi can break me any day of the week, I'd roll over and take it! XD

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

warnings: Dom Kakashi (not super hard though), praise kink, sub/Dom dynamic, established relationship, rough oral male receiving, nipple play, spanking, overstimulation, begging, unprotected sex, aftercare

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Anxiety bloomed in full force.

Your stomach churned as you eyed the two girls that sat opposite you, their friendly smiles seemed genuine but worry gnawed your insides regardless. You hoped that the gentle chatter within the dainty looking tea shop was enough to mask the wild thump of your heartbeat. Surreptitiously you wiped your sweat-slicked palms on the pale pink skirt you had chosen this morning.

This was the first time you had been invited out by some of your boyfriend’s friends and despite the swelling social anxiety you experienced in situations like this, you were determined to make a good impression. Kurenai and Anko swapped a subtle look before turning back to face you.

“We were so happy you accepted our invitation, y/n,” Kurenai offered. Her voice was soft and lilting, head tipped to the side to make her dark hair shimmer in the soft light. She smiled kindly before raising her teacup to her lips.

You nodded, working furiously to keep the blush that was creeping up your neck from becoming any brighter. Your own teacup rattled in its saucer as you lifted it to mimic Kurenai’s action.

As you took a sip of the piping hot liquid gold, Anko piped up.

“How are things going with Kakashi? He treating you right?”

You almost choked on the mouthful as it scalded your tongue and throat. It took you a moment for the spluttering to end, trying to gently thump on your chest whilst it felt like every eye in the suddenly tight space was on you.

Anko chuckled, slouching in her chair. She scowled as Kurenai smacked her on the back of the head and gave her a truly filthy look.

“I’m sorry about Anko, she really doesn’t know how to be subtle. You don’t have to tell us anything about your relationship with Kakashi if you don’t want to. We just want to get to know the girl that has him acting so strangely,” she apologised with an incline of her head.

Kakashi is acting strangely… what does that mean?

“No, it’s fine – really. Everything is going really well, I think. I can assure you that he treats me like a pampered princess at times…” you trailed off, frowning as wayward thoughts swept through your mind like birds of prey seeking out their next meal.

It was true that everything was going great in your relationship. You had been officially dating Kakashi Hatake for the past six months, and whilst you had continued to grow closer the longer you spent together, you knew he was holding back from you. The problem was that you weren’t entirely sure what it was that he refused to show you. All you did know was that there was often a glint in his dark grey eye, you would catch sight of it from the corner of your eye and as soon as you blinked it was gone again.

You had spent more time than you cared to admit analysing that look, and until this point, you could draw no conclusive answer.

Kurenai appeared to be studying your words, a small furrow to her brow as Anko sat forward with excitement bubbling over like an erupting volcano. This girl was a force of nature, and despite her brash mannerisms, you couldn’t help but like her immediately.

“What does he look like behind the mask, y/n? I just gotta know,” she whined dramatically, “I can’t count the number of times I’ve tried to get a peek without any success. All his former playthings remain ridiculously tight-lipped as well, so suspicious if you ask me.”

“Playthings?” you whispered. Your fingers twisted into the material of your skirt as you watched the panicked look appear on Anko’s face.

“Well, y’know… Kakashi isn’t really the dating type. I – uh, I reckon you might be his first proper girlfriend if you catch my drift.”

So it was true that your boyfriend was a bit of a player before he met you. What was so different about you that made him want to try a relationship?

He was Kakashi Hatake, the legendary jonin of the Hidden Leaf Village. The man was practically a God among men; sweeping silver hair that dared to defy gravity, that one steely grey eye that could smoulder with the simplest of looks, strong in mind as well as body and with that mysteriously aloof air that sat around his shoulders like a tightly drawn cloak. You were simply you, a lowly medical-nin that specialised in chakra restoration. Nothing exceptional about you in the slightest.

You were starting to crumple upon yourself, shoulders sagging inward as wild thoughts chased in endless circles around your head. A gentle hand pulled one of your own back onto the table, away from the loose thread you were picking incessantly.

“Let’s move this somewhere more private, huh? C’mon y/n, we’ll take care of you,” her carmine eyes twinkled with compassion. You were pulled to your feet, and before you could even think to object you found yourself in the dimly lit bar on the outskirts of the village.

~

The hours passed with remarkable speed, and they were most illuminating, to say the least. The bitter taste of beer to coat so perfectly the inside of your mouth had served wonderfully in loosening your tongue and settling your nerves.

You weren’t entirely sure how many drinks you had consumed, but the buzz had settled over your brain like a warm snuggly blanket. You giggled quietly to yourself, a little hiccup escaping from between your glossed lips.

The two kunoichis had treated you to a wealth of knowledge on your handsome silver haired boyfriend, some things you had known about through his reputation alone, others were things that Kakashi had brought up willingly before he would take your relationship into the bedroom but a large portion was completely new information.

Your soft Kashi was not normally this docile it seemed.

Kakashi of the Sharingan had a reputation of being a little mean to his partners, willingly of course, but it had still come as a bit of a shock to you. It was hard to associate this side of him with the one you had come to know so intimately.

The man who would worship your body with sweet and loving kisses. Feather soft strokes that were like velvet on your flesh. The endless hours he would spend on loving you until you could take no more, and begged him to stop. His lopsided smirk as he would lift his head from between your trembling thighs, lips and chin coated in your arousal. He gave you everything you asked for, never forced you to beg, always respectful and loving in his every action.

Now to hear that he had a harder side, well, that glint in his eye made more sense with this new revelation. You just wished you knew why he hadn’t let you see that side of him, was he scared he would hurt you? That you wouldn’t love him anymore if he pushed you to your limits or maybe even past them? How wrong he was, such a foolish man.

“So how do I get him to like…” your hand gestured wildly as your searched for the right word, “snap?” Your eyes widened, jubilant in finally finding the correct term. Anko lifted her bottle of beer in celebration and you crashed yours into it with a little more force than was needed. Frothy bubbles poured from the long necks and covered the table in a sticky mess.

This only made you giggle even more, and both Kurenai and Anko joined in with your laughter. At long last, you were able to wipe the tears from your lash line and control your breathing. You swallowed thickly, doe-like eyes lifting to look at your new friends, seeking their thoughts and guidance.

What you didn’t know was that you were fast on the way to making him ‘snap’ with your current course of actions, and his friends were well aware of this. Anko smirked as she grabbed your hand, gesturing with her head to the small dance floor.

You wanted to talk more, not dance but you weren’t about to put your foot down.

Quickly the low beat of the music swam in your veins, your eyes closed as you lost yourself in the rhythm of the words. You danced with Anko for what felt like hours, energetic songs that turned into slow-paced sets that made you twist and turn with the brazen brunette. Her hands ghosted over your hips, never inappropriate but rocking you in time with her own limbs.

Water.

You needed a drink in the worst possible way. Your tongue lay heavy and dry as sand within your mouth. Nudging Anko, you spoke in her ear about heading to the bar for a glass of water, missing the flash that sparked in her eyes and the wicked grin that split her lips.

Turning on your heel, your balance wobbled as you moved too quickly for the alcohol that spiked through your blood. As your eyes lifted once you had steadied yourself, your blood ran ice cold as you came face to face with a very pissed off looking Kakashi.

~

To say that he was livid was an understatement.

The worst of it was he was unsure who to direct his anger upon; his two idiotic friends that had likely dragged y/n into this situation, or you in your fucking pretty little pink skirt and tight white blouse. Far too much skin on show for his liking, especially without his presence.

His blood was close to boiling point, his fingers tightened into knuckle-cracking fists. The sound of groaning fabric from his fingerless gloves was like a blade against his nerves. One text from Kurenai to say that she and Anko were with y/n and that you had had a little too much to drink and he was speeding from his house like a man possessed.

He dared not think of the potential danger you had put yourself in, even though he knew you were well trained and could defend yourself against most threats. Plus you were accompanied by two highly trained kunoichis, he had trusted each of them to have his back in the past and this should be no different, but it was.

How long had he stood rooted to the spot as he found your form on the dance floor? The longer he stared, the worse the simmering irritation became. You looked ravishing, and he was pissed that he hadn’t seen you dressed before he left for work this morning. True you had looked so beautifully peaceful still wrapped in his shirt from the previous day, deep in slumber as he kissed your forehead and left you to sleep but now you looked as sinful as a freshly fallen angel.

The pale pink skirt paired with the silky white blouse would have looked prim and proper, the perfect attire for an afternoon in a tea shop. However, you had tugged open the top few buttons revealing an indecent amount of your cleavage, and the hem was untucked from the skirt. The hair that you had piled atop your head was tumbling down, messy locks framing your sweet face and your perfect plush lips were driving him to distraction.

He watched you tap Anko on the shoulder before leaning in to speak in her ear, and his cock twitched against his rapidly tightening pants. His desperation to be the one that you tapped on the shoulder, to feel your warm breath on his skin before he pulled you flush against his body to roam his rough hands over your curves. Whispering all the lewd thoughts in his head into your ear, and listening for the answering mewls of embarrassment and desire.

It would be a lie to say that he hadn’t thought about showing you his ‘other’ side, but fear kept him in tight check. He worried that you would think differently of him, that you would run screaming from him if you knew how badly he wanted to hold you down as he broke you slowly.

When your eyes had finally met across the bar, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop him from groaning as your gaze lowered in an act of pure subservience. Those thick lashes fanning against cheeks that bloomed pretty and pink before him, pearly white teeth that sunk into your lower lip and that annoying sway as you tried to control your wayward equilibrium.

You closed the gap between you, the sway of your hips hypnotising and the coy little smile that painted your lips had his fingers twitching to grip that sweet little mouth until those lips parted into a surprised ‘o’. His body was quickly losing the fight against the arousal that was swarming up to fill his belly.

He knew he was a ravenous wolf disguised in sheep’s clothing. Saliva pooled within his mouth, lust threatened to swallow him whole and he fought the burning sensation that urged him to pick you up and carry you back to his home, back to his bed specifically.

He wanted to – desperately.

The alcohol was a problem, there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to lay an intimate hand on you whilst you were in this state.

With that startling realisation ringing clear in his ears he swallowed thickly and reached one hand out to cup your flushed cheek. Kakashi accepted your body that pressed against his own, adored the feel of your hands that slipped around his waist and travelled up his back.

“Hi,” you murmured shyly, resting your chin on his chest as you searched his visible eye for the source of his anger.

The sound of your sugary greeting was enough to douse the worst of his fury, he leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips through his mask. He felt your resistance to letting him pull back, the breathy sigh to puff through your lips and he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Time to get you home, princess.”

It wasn’t a question, it was very clearly a statement of fact yet you pouted and stomped your foot like a petulant child. Kakashi tightened his grip on your waist, biting the tip of his tongue to keep himself in check.

“Dance with me Kashi, please?” you purred, and goddammit did he want to give in. The cackling sound of laughter brought him back to his senses, finding Kurenai and Anko sniggering like schoolgirls behind their hands.

“Yeah Kashi, dance with her!” Anko crowed, and he threw her a warning glance that would normally silence anyone, but clearly, her drunken state put her past the point of caring.

He was leaving with you this instant, he wouldn’t lay a damn finger on you tonight, but come the morning things were going to change. Kakashi would open your eyes to his hidden preferences, and he hoped against hope that you would be willing to give them a try.

The thought of you below him, pliant and absolutely begging for his mercy flooded his blood with dopamine, the idea of fat tears rolling down your cheeks as he pushed you past your limits was enough to make him twitch all over.

A rough finger tucked under your chin as he tipped your head up to meet his determined gaze all while his other hand pried your needy fingers from where they were digging into his back. With fingers interlaced he cocked his head to the side, “I’m not going to say it again, it’s home time y/n.”

~

You squirmed in anticipation.

Heat spread like wildfire across your skin, lust in its purest form pounded in your veins as you walked the now empty streets of Konoha with Kakashi. You had been sad to leave Anko and Kurenai behind, disappointed that your boyfriend had refused to dance with you for even a minute, but behind it all, you were jittery with nerves.

Kakashi was different; darkness gathered in his expression, you could see the clench of his strong jaw through the thin material of his mask and knew that his lips were likely set in a firm line. His fingers were loose between your own, only ever-tightening if your balance faltered. He was probably mere seconds away from picking you up to avoid any accidents, but he held back.

Heat pooled between your legs as you imagined how things would go once you got back to his house. Images of being forced against the nearest wall whilst you ripped that annoying mask from his face and pressing your lips desperately against his spiralled through your mind’s eye. You hoped he didn’t notice the way your thighs pressed together as you waited on his doorstep whilst he fished his keys from his pocket.

The key faltered mid-air, and you squeaked meekly.

He noticed.

He definitely fucking noticed.

Shit shit shit!

“After you,” he cooed, bending to speak in your ear. The hairs on the nape of your neck stood to attention as you took that first wobbly step across the threshold, holding on to the wall as you kicked off your sandals.

Your eyes swept around the familiar space before you turned to round on the silver haired jonin. He watched you curiously, his eye widening as you approached and made your intent more than clear. An eager finger hooked under the material of his mask and pulled it free to expose the most handsome face you had ever laid eyes upon. You traced his stubbled jaw, paying extra attention to his cute little mole near his lip until you couldn’t bear it any longer.

Stepping into his embrace, you went to your tiptoes and pressed a forceful kiss to his mouth. He hesitated for the briefest second until you felt the tension sag from his broad shoulders and he kissed you back. His lips were always cool against your own but this time they felt feverish with need and you moaned into his mouth.

The kiss was pure decadence and you never wanted it to end, but when your hand moved to palm him through his pants, all playing around ended abruptly. Kakashi curled his fingers around your slender shoulders and ripped your mouths apart on a heaving pant.

For a second the bright flare of his Sharingan flashed to life in the unlit room before he pushed his forehead protector back into place. The tremble that left you feeling like jelly in his strong hands was undeniable, along with the wobble of your chin. You could feel the tears crowd in your eyes at being rejected, and the answering rumble from his chest made you gasp.

“Y/n,” he said calmly, “I’m not going to touch you tonight, you’ve had too much to drink and you need to sleep it off.”

So this was why he stopped the kiss, he felt guilty about blurring the lines of consent. Surely it wasn’t possible, but your heart melted for him all the more. What other man would be willing to give up on an opportunity like this? You were most definitely certain that you wanted this – wanted him but he seemed determined to keep his hands to himself.

You could feel the pout morph upon your lips, irritated to be denied his tender loving care and that delectable body hidden behind his normal jonin uniform. Kakashi tsked softly, reprimanding you with a wagging finger that ended up brushing your swollen lower lip.

You had never been in the least bit bratty but right now you were defiant in your desires, and before you could think on it, you sucked that lazy finger into your mouth. A warm wet tongue swirled the digit right down to the first knuckle. Kakashi growled, his cheeks heating from your naughty actions and he pulled the finger from your mouth with a wet sounding ‘pop’.

“In the morning, if you are willing, I’m going to give you the price of your actions today. Good girls get sweet and soft Kashi,” he explained without taking his eyes from you, judging your reaction and liking the fires that burned within your gaze, “and naughty girls get sensei, do you understand?”

“Have I been a naughty girl?” you whined, pressing your chest flush against him in your desperation for bodily contact. The idea of calling Kakashi, sensei was making you a wanton mess. You knew your panties were ruined by this point, and you flagrantly dragged your thighs back and forth in seek of that delicious friction you craved.

Kakashi took a small step back, “oh yes, y/n. You best believe that I’d spank the ever-loving shit out of you for the nonsense you just pulled, but it’ll have to wait. Now, answer my question. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Kashi.”

His hands on your shoulders squeezed, a tic working in his jaw as he spoke so dangerously low it was almost inaudible, “try again.”

Holy motherfucking hell, this is too hot!

“Yes, sensei.”

He smiled and your breath caught in the back of your throat. You watched as he walked to the kitchen, pulling a glass from a cupboard and filling it with ice-cold water. His silver hair fell into his eyes as he turned to you standing like a gawking idiot within the doorway.

“Go get ready for bed princess, I’ll be through soon.”

The next hour was a blur.

Kakashi had ensured that you were thoroughly scrubbed clean and teeth brushed with the spare toothbrush he kept for you before wrapping you in one of his spare t-shirts that swamped you to your knees. He even spent a good fifteen minutes meticulously combing through your hair, careful of pulling on any tugs and with every soft touch of his fingers, you burned for him – a struck match that would burn right down until there was nothing left.

This was most definitely a wicked punishment, but you knew no matter what you did, Kakashi was going to leave you untouched tonight. With that knowledge you succumbed to his instructions, draining the glass of water he offered in the hopes it would quell the fires inside and finally found yourself snug within his bed, his arm draped protectively over your waist and his soft breathing lulling you to sleep with haste.

~

A combination of the early morning light and the dawn chorus roused you from your deep slumber. Opening your eyes with caution, you were surprised that no headache pounded at your temples. It seems that thanks to Kakashi’s patient ministrations the previous night, you had escaped the alcohol-fuelled evening without sustaining a hangover.

Your happiness at this only lasted a minute as you were reminded with startling clarity of the promise your boyfriend had made to you, “In the morning, if you are willing, I’m going to give you the price of your actions today.”

Gingerly you rolled over and found Kakashi missing from the bed, the sheets were cool to the touch so he had been gone for some time. Where was he? Your heartbeat became frantic as you concocted all manner of assumptions as to what was in store for you, but before you could spiral too far into a full-blown panic laced with desire, a voice called out.

“Good morning princess, how’re you feeling?” he asked you, setting a mug of steaming tea by your side and sitting on the edge of the bed. You eyed him suspiciously; he was dressed in his workout clothes consisting of light grey sweatpants that clung low on his hips and a simple black t-shirt that left little to the imagination.

You croaked your reply, averting your gaze as heat bloomed to life upon your cheeks, “I feel fine, thanks to you Kashi.”

He hummed his appreciation and patted his lap in invitation. You didn’t need telling twice as you crawled from under the sheet to swing one thigh over his legs until you were straddling him. He planted his strong hands upon the flare of your hips at the same moment you anchored your arms around his neck.

Kakashi signed, assessing your expression before he spoke.

“You remember what I mentioned last night, y/n?”

You nodded shyly, fingers inching into the soft hair that you adored so much. Nails raking against his scalp and drawing the most arousing sounding groans from his throat. Quick as a flash one hard grabbed your jaw, thumb and fingers pressing into either side of your mouth until it pressed open on a gasp.

His eyes blazed and you knew that your soft Kashi had disappeared. This was your sensei, the satisfied smirk that graced his lips was cruel-looking as you felt the pressure increase on your supple skin.

“Willing to give it a try?” he asked without a hint of uncertainty.

“Yes,” you whimpered, blinking much too rapidly and unable to stop the grind of your bare pussy against the growing crotch of his sweatpants. There was sure to be a damp patch, but you refused to be embarrassed about it.

He swatted your uncovered ass with a short sharp smack, “try again,” he growled and you wilted under the power he was already exerting over you. It was difficult not to pant like a lustful slut as you grew slicker by the second.

“Yes, sensei.”

“That’s better. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you’ve no idea how hard it has been for me to keep this side hidden. I was scared you’d run but I think this,” he stopped as his hand dug forcefully between your bodies to cup your wet folds, “proves that you might quite like this side of me, hm?”

The drag of his knuckles against your sopping slit was maddening, you chased the friction he provided and whined loudly as he removed his hand with a chuckle. You watched as he sucked his middle finger clean before pressing his slick index finger into your mouth to taste your own pleasure.

“One final thing before this starts for real. We use a safeword, I’m not gonna listen to whiny little moans of no so pick a word. If you say it, I will stop immediately and ensure everything is alright. So, what’s your word gonna be princess?”

You heard the words but it was so damn difficult to focus as your insides were swamped with such tight coils of pleasure. You were a dam about to burst, but after a moment of consideration, you found a word that seemed suitable.

“Ice-cream.”

It made him smile and your blush intensified. On your first date Kakashi had taken you out for ice-cream and you had likened his adorable gravity defying hair to a cone of swirling soft-serve ice-cream. He had looked momentarily dumbfounded before bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. You had known right then and there that you loved this man.

Kakashi gently pushed you from his lap until you stood in between his parted legs with hands braced upon his strong thighs.

“Take this off,” he commanded, finger and thumb rubbing the hem of the top you had slept in.

You heard him suck in a breath as you stretched, pulling the top over your head and tossing it towards the washing pile in the corner. Instinctively your arm raised to cover your breasts, and he smacked it away with a sharp glint in his eyes.

“I want you to look at me whilst I touch you. If you look away I will punish you, understood?”

Who was this man that spoke to you so wickedly, who demanded your respect in the otherwise silent room? It certainly wasn’t the Kakashi you knew intimately, but you liked him nonetheless and wanted to please him beyond what seemed decent and rational.

Your eyes locked as he began his lazy adventure across your skin. The calloused pads grazing your neck, collarbone and arms, every stroke mirrored between your legs and your knees began a gentle tremble. You were holding your breath as he neared your chest, he palmed the mounds with care and as his thumbs ghosted your nipples your eyes closed.

A sharp sting had them ripping back open, the strike had been fast as lightning. Fingertips that sparked downwards against your nipples in punishment for looking away, and your eyes found his face again as you panted. His brow quirked in admonishment, and you bit your lip in supplication.

Kakashi licked at his fingers before pinching and rolling the tight buds, increasing the pressure to gauge your reactions. It was almost too much, never had you been so close to orgasm from mere manipulation of your tits, but fuck you were right on the precipice. He knew it too and hastened to move his hands downwards.

The plead flew from your mouth before you could think twice, “please Kashi.”

His hands stilled and tension sparked above your head like an approaching thunderstorm.

“Kneel,” he thundered, making you gulp but you obeyed as quickly as you could. Sitting back on your heels you looked up at the imposing figure. He fisted your hair into a makeshift ponytail, yanking until your throat bared.

“Seeing as you can’t keep that pretty little mouth quiet, I’ll keep it busy in another way.”

He lifted his hips enough to pull his pants down, kicking out of them entirely as his free hand wrapped around the base of his impressive shaft. Precum leaked from the rosy tip, and you licked your lips in anticipation. Kakashi pressed closer to the edge of the mattress until he could smack the tip against your slightly parted lips.

“Open up princess,” he hissed through his teeth.

You wet your lips and opened up wide to accept him inside your wet cavern. An eager tongue licked along his length, delighting in the salty tang of his skin and groaning around him. He started out slow enough, letting you set your own rhythm but before long he used your hair like a rein. Every downward stroke forced more and more of him towards your throat, you desperately tried to relax, to accept him but he was just too big.

Tears spilled from your eyes as your throat constricted, and he groaned down at you.

“Such a good girl taking me like this, feel so fucking amazing. Look at these pretty tears, trying so hard to please your sensei, huh?”

The praise kindled a burning spark within your soul, it spoke directly to a part of you that you weren’t even aware existed. Fuck, you really did want to please him – wanted to be his best girl. You nodded around his thick cock as saliva pooled from the sides of your mouth.

You hollowed your cheeks to increase the suction of your mouth, so desperate in your desire to be everything he would ever need. A moment of daring had you unsheathing your teeth to drag along the sensitive veins that stood stark along his monstrous length.

He pulled back on a hiss and you dragged oxygen into your burning lungs. Sitting back on your haunches as you blinked through your tear-soaked lashes. His cock twitched within his palm, and he crooked a finger at you.

Kakashi kissed the corner of your mouth, his lips moving to speak in your ear, “I’m gonna lay you across my lap, I want you to put your palms down on the mattress and do not move.”

He was already dragging you into position, he spread your legs and threw one of his own over the top of one of yours to keep them parted. Your hands spread against the soft duvet, neck craning to look over your shoulder.

A shaft of the perfect morning light illuminated the frame of your beloved boyfriend and as his eyes swung to find yours, you squirmed although you tried to fight it. He looked like the most sinful demon, cast in an ethereal angelic light. His two halves were defined in that one moment, and the image is branded upon your memory.

“I want you to know princess, that I will not stand for any more of the behaviour you displayed yesterday. I will not dictate your life, but I want you to tell me when you are going to put yourself in the path of potential danger. One little text and this all could have been different,” he lectured sternly.

“But I want this, sensei,” you quipped back instantly, emphasising his title with as much sinful inflection you could muster. The hand that had been caressing your soft cheeks stilled, and the crimson light of his Sharingan bathed your pliant and eager body.

“Very well, let’s get to it cause I can barely contain myself from fucking you senseless, and I know this sweet little pussy is eager for my cock,” he cooed, seeking out your entrance with a probing finger.

“You can count to six, can’t you baby?” he teased, watching your eyes turn glazed as he played with your clit. Swipe swipe swipe – his finger caught against the tight nub with practised precision. The way he kept pushing you to the very edge of your orgasm only to dial it back was mind shattering. Frustration bubbled in your chest, tightening your throat as you swallowed down the tears that wanted to spill.

You nodded fervently and waited for the first strike. Kakashi stroked your folds for an age, just long enough to make you relax into his touch and that was when he acted. As his hand struck downward with a smack that echoed harshly throughout the room, he plunged a finger within your pulsing walls.

Your vision went white, nothing but ringing coursed through your ears at the exquisite melding of pain and pleasure. You came with alarming force, felt the wet gush to cover his hand as well as the stinging pain to lace your butt check.

He cursed under his breath, a soft whisper to your still ringing ears. You hadn’t meant to, knew that he wanted you to wait until you were given permission but you couldn’t help it.

“It’s alright princess. It’s your first time so I won’t punish you for cumming without asking, but you still need to count,” he reassured you, yet he never removed his finger that was still embedded within your hole.

“O-one.”

Every subsequent smack was enough to tighten your belly all over again. Kakashi stroked you well past the point of comfortable overstimulation, he timed each hit to correlate with him either adding a digit or pushing on the squishy spot that had your head flying up from the bed.

By the time you had squealed out ‘six’, you were desperate. He had been right about the whiny little noes between smacks, deep down you knew you could stop him with one word, you held that power but you didn’t truly want it to stop.

Kakashi tipped you fully onto the bed, rolling you to your back and crawling with speed up your sweat-slicked body. His hand flew to your throat, fingers gripping but never enough to restrict your breathing, only holding you in place as he pushed your thighs further apart with his knee.

His stare was feral – nothing but animalistic instinct in the driving seat. He lined up his angry looking cock against your entrance, pushing forward without any further preamble. The stretch was exactly what you craved, he buried himself up to the hilt and you could feel his smattering of short hairs nestle against your pelvis.

“Fuck! So fucking tight princess, taking all my cock as only my best girl can.”

He reared back to grab at your thighs, pressing them until you were practically bent in half with the trembling undersides of your soft thighs resting upon his shoulders. One hand lifted to bunch his t-shirt, and he held the material in between his teeth so he could watch himself plunging in and out your pussy.

You were drunk, entirely intoxicated by every minuscule touch. The urgent swing of his hips, the controlled roll of his stomach that had you mewling under him like never before. Sex with Kakashi was always mind-blowing but this was on a whole new level.

“Look at this cute little bulge,” he cooed, letting his t-shirt go as one hand pressed against your stomach and where he protruded with each brutal thrust. You were completely fucked out; the tears pressed against your eyes and slid freely to the sheets below.

“Please,” you begged, voice breaking, “need to cum. Please let me cum sensei. I’ll – I’ll be your good girl, promise. Need it sooo bad,” you sobbed, thrashing under his steely hold.

Your legs burned from the extreme position he forced you to maintain. You babbled almost incoherently as your fingers sought out his hair, lifting your neck from the mattress to reach his lips. His kisses were soft and sweet, a complete contrast to how he was treating the rest of your body.

He grunted, jaw clenching as he continued to fuck into you without a single ounce of mercy. Sweat trickled down his brow, and you knew he was close to his limits as his pace faltered ever so slightly.

“Cum on my cock princess, want to feel you milking me with your tight walls.”

His words were like the trigger being pulled on a gun, you spasmed as the orgasm ripped through your body. It spread outwards from your belly until it reached your toes, fingertips and every other nerve ending. You were drowning in an endless ocean of your own release, and you could sense it tripping Kakashi’s.

Distantly you could hear the wild curses that flew from his mouth, the sucking drag of his breath as he swamped your small body with his much larger frame whilst he lost his control. Darkness dragged you under, wrapping you in a velvet blanket as you passed out from the sheer joy of it all.

~

Kakashi swore himself hoarse as he released deep into your vice-like walls. His seed shot through his cock like a force of nature, intent on painting your insides entirely white. This was the most intense orgasm of his life, he had never before felt like he could collapse from how sensitive he instantly became.

One look at your fucked out face was enough for a whine of his own to crawl from his throat, and the next second he saw your eyes flutter shut and panic set it in. Adrenaline spiked through his blood as he carefully pulled from your shuddering body.

The silver haired jonin pulled your supple body into his arms, hugging you close as he whispered in your ear. Soft praises and reassurance, encouraged you to come back to him and after only a minute had passed your eyes opened once again.

“Hi,” you whispered, that idiotic soft smile sitting on your lips when he wanted to strangle you for making him worry. His relief was palpable, gentle fingers stroked the hair from your sweaty face. Although his legs were burning from the exertion he stood from the bed with you tightly in his embrace.

“Where we going?” you murmured, pressing your face against his neck and planting butterfly kisses on the skin.

He chuckled at your affection and felt himself fall even more in love with you. His perfect girl, and now that he knew you could handle both sides of him, he was beyond ecstatic.

“Gonna run us a warm bath, then I’m gonna pamper you like the princess you are,” he told you as he carried you with ease to the adjoining bathing room.

~

Kakashi was true to his word.

For the rest of the day, the man worshipped you, wouldn’t allow you to lift even a single finger. It made you contemplate that if this was the level of aftercare you should expect after sensei came out to play, then you were definitely going to provoke him more.

You loved both sides of your boyfriend, and you told him so as you rested snugly in the crook of his neck. An idle finger drew lazy patterns across the definition of his chest, taking your time to admire the littering of past battle scars that flecked the surface of his otherwise smooth upper body. He really was an absolute treat for the eye, and that thought brought another idea to your mind…

“Fancy ice-cream?”

Kakashi’s cunning smile was answer enough as he rolled you into the sheets.

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