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Waiting for Kakashi to return from a long mission was torture.
It was one thing when you still lived separately; able to focus on things in your own space and get your mind off the dangers he might be facing. But you had been living with the Copy Ninja for a few months now, and this mission was the longest he had been away since you’d moved in.
The mission wasn’t exactly dangerous—accompanying a party delivering a message to the Hidden Stone—but there were always risks when shinobi left the village.
Plus, the apartment still felt more like his than it did both of yours. You had only worked in a few of your own touches: some of your favorite sweet snacks tucked beside the health food in his cupboards, your one house plant you had managed to keep alive sitting on the windowsill, your toothbrush next to his by the bathroom sink. But the overall furnishings and décor were still Kakashi’s, and it felt strange to occupy this space without him for so long.
You collapsed on your stomach on the bed, feeling lonely and a little bit needy. You missed your silver-haired sweetheart, and he wasn’t due back for another two days.
The bright orange spine of a worn Icha Icha paperback on the bookshelf caught your eye. There wasn’t much in this world that struck up an image of the Copy-nin quite like one of the raunchy romance novels he could be spotted reading all over Konoha. Just reaching for the book and bringing it closer made you feel like he was closer too.
You had read it before, though not nearly as many times as Kakashi had. But still, you knew the flow of the story well enough to flip through the book to find the particular part you were looking for. Once you had it, you grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffed it under your hips, propping up your butt as you settled in to read. You just wanted to feel the pressure beneath you for some semblance of intimacy to satisfy you until Kakashi was back home.
You just had no idea that would be happening before you even got to the end of the chapter.
You didn’t hear the door open—didn’t hear his footsteps as he padded to the doorway of the bedroom.
You didn’t hear him at all. Not until he spoke.
“Don’t you dare move.”
Your body jerked in surprise, your heart racing as you looked back at him. “Kakashi? You’re back early!”
“I am,” he agreed in a level tone, taking the few steps necessary to bring his feet to the spot on the floor directly behind you.
He reached out and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. You yelped as he hooked his hands around you, yanking you back a little, your back arching to present your ass. “Mmmm do you just lie around like this when I’m not around to enjoy it?”
“And what if I do?” you teased, wiggling your hips.
He growled, climbing onto the bed and covering your body with his own. “Then I’d better take advantage of this opportunity while I have it.” He yanked your panties down, then rubbed the palm of his hand over the soft skin he’d exposed. His back pressed into you as he leaned closer, his teeth nipping at your neck. “Are you going to be good for me?”
“Yes,” you breathed, already eager to please.
Kakashi lifted his hand from your ass, only to land a sharp smack on the direct center of your right butt cheek. “Then why aren’t these legs spread yet?”
You quickly shifted your knees just enough to grant him easier access. “That’s my good girl.” He reached forward between your legs, using two fingers to spread your entrance open, toying with your folds.
You trembled as you felt his fingertip circle your clit. “Fuck, Kakashi…”
He removed his fingers and sucked them clean before lifting off your back. You could hear as his clothes piled on the floor. “You might want to hold onto something.” You turned to look at him, eyes wide and cheeks pink at the sight of him standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock. “You’re about to take all of this, beautiful. So get ready, because I’m not going easy on you.”
You felt a tremor as your arousal built between your legs. “I don’t want you to go easy on me,” you smirked. “I want you to be rough.”
“Fuck,” he growled. He wrapped his hands around your upper thighs and gripped, then pulled you back to press his hips against you, his aching dick poised to split your wet cunt in half. He moaned as he rubbed himself along you, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. “That’s what you want, baby?”
While he hadn’t ever treated you like some fragile piece of glass, you knew he was still nervous about being as rough as he sometimes wanted to be. He cherished the typical affectionate, tender way he usually made love to you, favoring positions where he could look in your eyes, kiss you, and feel as much of your body against his as possible.
But some days, he just had a different look in his eye, like he was desperate to go absolutely feral on your body. And although that look easily aroused you beyond the point where it was obvious to the perceptive jōnin, he still had a bad habit of holding himself back or apologizing for—in his mind—going too far. But you’d finally talked about it, and now, having made it clear to him that he was more than welcome to indulge himself, you couldn’t wait to see what he would do.
“Mhmm.” You blinked your wide doe eyes at him, feeling your body tremble in anticipation of everything he was about to do to you.
His eyes stayed on yours for an extra second. You knew his Sharingan was looking you over for any signs of unease or discomfort, but you also knew he wouldn’t find a thing.
Apparently satisfied with what he saw, Kakashi suddenly dug his fingers into your hips and yanked you backward, impaling you on the full length of his cock.
You screamed and instinctively tried to scramble away, reaching for the pillow and trying to pull your hips forward. He chuckled a low laugh. “I told you to hold onto something.”
He quickly slid you forward, pulling you almost all the way off, just to yank you back again. He slammed you along his length repeatedly, fucking himself with your submissive body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room. “Ohhh your little pussy feels so good,” he growled, bringing you back with more force than he’d ever dared use on you before.
“Ah! Ah!” You could only yelp with every move he made you make. “Ka-AH!”
“Mmmm, you look so good right now, bent so perfectly for me to fuck into.” He leaned over you, biting into your shoulder. The sensation was so intense everywhere he was touching you. Your eyes rolled back in your head, overwhelmed by all the stimulation.
He used his chest to push you down into the mattress. His left hand reached around the front of you to rub your clit while his right grabbed your throat. No longer able to manipulate you along his stationary cock, he began pumping into you like an animal, grunting into your ear.
“You’re such a sweetheart,” he groaned, “letting me do whatever I want to you. Such a sweet, pretty girl for me with such a soft, warm pussy.”
“Kuh—Kashi!”
“Mmmm you were made to take my cock, weren’t you, baby?”
You gasped and choked, his hold on your throat just tight enough to restrict your ability to properly speak.
“I asked you a question,” he scolded you, rubbing your clit harder—hard enough to make you see stars. “I expect an answer. Was this pretty pussy made to take my cock, or wasn’t it?”
A pathetic cry escaped your throat, your entire body trembling. “Ngh—YES!” you cried out, feeling yourself precariously close to cumming. “K-kashi yes!”
He hummed, his callused fingers continuing to abuse your bundle of nerves. “That’s what I thought.”
You shrieked, pulled over the edge by the assured tone of his voice and his relentless use of your body. You felt your walls clench in on him, a spark of pleasure almost too intense radiating through you.
“Are you cumming already?” he smirked. “That’s so cute.”
You writhed under him, waiting for him to slow down and ease you through. But he didn’t; not even a little. In fact, his hips started moving somehow even faster, fucking you deep into the mattress as you tried and failed to recover from your climax.
“Mmmmm, it feels so good when you tighten in on me like that.”
You babbled incoherently. The aftershocks of your orgasm were finally subsiding, although he was still lighting all your nerves with every deep, harsh thrust. You wanted more, despite the sharp pleasure still washing over you. He was just so fucking sexy like this. You would take him for as long as he wanted.
“You like it when I fuck you like this?” he smirked, fingers rolling your clit in a tight trap. “Hm, yeah you do.”
“Ka…Kashi…” you tried to focus, but he was pounding into you so fiercely and abusing your clit so intensely, all you could do was pant and take it.
“Does that feel good, baby? Am I making you feel good?”
You furiously nodded. It felt better than good. Incredible. So fucking good, you wished the two of you had tried this way sooner. The trust you felt for him—knowing he was vigilantly watching for any signal you needed him to slow down or stop, even while fucking you into oblivion—made it so that you could fully enjoy the primal way he just took you.
He was absolutely merciless, his thick cock splitting you open as his fingers claimed your throat and clit. You felt warm puffs of his breath on your neck as he kissed and nibbled at your jaw.
The sounds of the room were deafening. His bedframe was creaking under the strain, despite your body taking the brunt of the force. When he wasn’t saying depraved things in your ear, he kept audible with low, throaty groans and grunts. His skin was slapping into yours, sounding absolutely filthy with the sound of his cock sliding back and forth along your slick cavern.
“You’re mine,” he growled, panting in your ear. “You belong to me.”
You were heaving and panting like an animal in heat, your eyes fluttering closed as he adjusted just enough to start directly plowing into the spongy area behind your clit. He was attacking your most sensitive area from both outside and inside, and you didn’t stand a chance.
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as he made you cum again. You could only squeal out pathetic noises, broken whimpers filling the room as your vaginal muscles spasmed around his cock.
“Again?” he smiled. “I didn’t realize I was fucking you that good. It’s like you’ve been waiting all day to cum on this cock.”
“Gods…” you groaned, finally coming down again. “Kashi…”
“I want to see your face,” he growled, his hands sliding from your body. You nearly collapsed without the support of his hold. But before you even had the chance, he slid out of your heat and flipped you onto your back. It was so quick, the sensation was dizzying. You huffed out a breath as your back hit the mattress, your head settled on the pillow.
“There’s my pretty girl,” Kakashi smirked down at you, kneeling on the mattress and pressing into the backs of your thighs with his legs. His wide palms held your knees in place, pushing them apart to lock eyes with you. “Now I can see the cute faces you make when I fuck you.”
He didn’t waste another second, lining you up at exactly the right spot for him to slide back inside of you. A high-pitched sound flew from your lips as he filled your compliant, welcoming body once more. He slipped his hands to grip the fronts of your thighs, bringing you back to bump the backs of your thighs into his hips as he pulled you in to meet his thrusts, the thick head of his cock bumping against your g-spot with deadly accuracy.
You couldn’t maintain even a shred of dignity, your eyes rolling back into your head as your tongue lolled out of your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered as you lost yourself in the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.
“Very good, sweetheart,” Kakashi purred, using his arms to hike your ankles to his shoulders. “That’s what I like to see.”
You grasped haphazardly at the sheets and pillow beneath you. All control of your body had been given over to him. You choked out whimpers as he impaled you on his dick again and again and again. The whole time, his speed and force didn’t falter for a second.
“Look at how well you take me. I love how eager you are for me.”
You regained a little control of yourself and looked up at him. He was watching himself disappear into you, completely mesmerized as your body adapted to accommodate him. Between the look on his face and the way he held himself, he looked so self-assured and gratified; it was easy to see how he’d earned a reputation for being cocky.
But you knew better. Where some saw narcissism or arrogance, you knew you were simply seeing a man who was proud to be doing his job well; to know his efforts were for the benefit of another: the village, another shinobi, the rare friend. But every once in a while, on occasions like these, his efforts benefitted himself. And as far as you were concerned, he deserved to make whatever self-satisfied face he damn-well pleased.
Those expressions were just for you, anyway. The curve of his mouth, the way his teeth sunk into his lower lip, the taut muscles in his neck. His cheeks, his nose, his jaw; his entire beautiful face that you wanted to cover in kisses: it was all for you. And being the object of his desire; the helpless little thing caught in the gravitational pull of this gorgeous, imposing man, letting himself loose and having you in every way he wanted?
Gods, there was nothing better.
His eyes slowly raked up your form, settling on your chest. He looked like a man possessed; his sole focus the way your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he grunted, his fingers digging into your flesh as he spread your legs further. “I love watching your perfect tits bounce when I fuck you.”
Hearing him voice his voyeuristic desire made your breasts ache with need. He’d ignored them to this point; his attention concentrated solely on your lower body. But suddenly, it felt like you would scream if you didn’t feel his fingers on your breasts. “Touch me Kakashi,” you panted, arching your back to present your chest. “Please touch me.”
“Heh, is that what you want?” he teased, keeping a steady rhythm of pounding into you. “You want me to touch your pretty pink tits?”
“Please,” you gasped. “I need you.”
“Mmmmmm, you need me?” he smirked.
“Kashi please!” you tugged at the sheets, desperate for relief.
“Hmm. Well I do want to touch them,” he mused, “But I need to keep my hands here so I can keep doing this.” His grip tightened on you as he doubled his efforts, pumping into you so quickly that sweat was starting to bead on his face. “So I want you to touch them.”
Your fucked-out brain couldn’t follow fast enough. “Wha?”
“Play with your tits for me, Y/N. I want to watch you touch them while I fuck you.”
The heat rising in your face was unavoidable. With the furious way he was using you, you didn’t even think your face could get any warmer. You were still doing everything you could just to survive his onslaught; you weren’t even sure you had the brain power or command over your own extremities to functionally get your hands where he wanted them. But his eyes snapped to yours, and for a second, you got a taste of what it must be like for shinobi under Kakashi’s command.
Attempting to disobey seemed pointless; this Kakashi was impossible to defy. But he was taking your hesitance as insubordination, and you could tell by the impatient look on his face that he would not accept your behavior.
“Now, Y/N.” Kakashi broke you out of your spiral, his voice a deep-throated snarl that made your skin tingle. That tone did something to your brain, giving you all kinds of ideas. Your response fell from your lips by some strange, new instinct.
“N…No.”
His brow furrowed and his body stilled. His hands still gripped your thighs as he held you against his hips, his cock buried almost fully inside you. The look on his face was almost comical; never before had the great Copy-nin had reason for such indignant confusion to color his face.
But you didn’t dare laugh.
An excited form of fear was building in your stomach as Kakashi continued to stare at you, the look on his face easing just barely as he fell completely into his authoritative role. “What did you just say?”
This was your one and only chance to have any hope of taking it back. Kakashi had already had more than enough time to figure out that your response wasn’t truly refusal. He knew you didn’t need—or even want—him to stop. But you weren’t about to take it back. Because if this was how he was going to react to your disobedience, you wanted to see just how far you could push him.
“I said no,” you repeated, boldness prickling through your veins, even as your voice took on a whinier tone. “I won’t. I don’t want to do it myself. I want you to touch them.”
He held your gaze for a few seconds. Even like this, Kakashi was stunning. Just looking into his eyes like that made your nipples ache with want and your cunt clench with need. All you wanted to do was comply, and give him exactly what he asked for. Anything to get him to start moving again. But you stood your ground.
The corner of his mouth twinged upward for a fraction of a second as his confidence and dominance washed over him. Then he relaxed his features and let out a resigned sigh. “Y/N, I thought you were going to be good for me. But instead, you’re acting like a spoiled brat.”
He leaned forward a little, shifting his hold on you to dig his fingers into the backs of your knees and push them forward to your chest. “Maybe that’s my fault,” he continued. “Maybe I’ve been too lenient with you.” He pressed down a bit harder, causing the muscle in the back of your thigh to protest as it was forced to stretch beyond its typical range. “Well, that ends now.”
You whimpered at the burn in your legs and instinctively reached forward to hold him back. His hands flew from your thighs to your wrists, throwing your arms back down to the mattress and pinning them easily.
“Ah ah ah,” he tsked before flicking his eyes up to your wrists and back to your face. The weight of his chest and positioning of his knees forced you to maintain your backbreaking position.
“Kashi, let go,” you whined.
You felt his gaze scan you before his mouth tugged into a wicked smirk. “Nope.” He pressed your wrists more firmly to the mattress. “I decide where I put my hands on your body. And there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”
His grip on your wrists closed in like a vice. You cried out and he pushed his chest further into your thighs, bending you in half and settling your ankles next to your ears. “Ka-kashi!” You didn’t even know you could bend this far. But then his hips resumed their unrelenting thrusts into you, and the most embarrassing, feral sound tore from your throat as he showed you just how many shapes your body could make.
“My pretty little girl needs to be reminded who’s in charge?” he smirked, panting as he threatened to split you in half. “That’s fine. I can remind you who’s in charge.”
For all the movement of his lower half, he kept his chest pressed tight against you. His face hovered over yours as he watched every feeling and emotion run through your eyes; an aesthetic display as he fucked you into submission. Harsh slaps echoed through the room every time he bottomed out.
You felt him reach deeper than ever before, the head of his cock not just brushing but battering against your cervix. “K-Kashi,” you gasped pathetically, “please!” Your arms tensed as you tried and failed to get them out of his grasp.
“No, baby. Good girls get what they ask nicely for. But you, well, all I can give you now is your punishment.”
“Please—” you pleaded, “Kashi!”
“Hmmm is that what you think I want?” he chuckled, his hips bruising your ass with every plunge. “Go ahead and beg, sweetheart. See how much it helps you.”
He was railing you with so much enthusiasm, you could barely even form any words. “Please please Kashi!” you cried out, as though you only knew those two words. “P-Please! I’m sorry!”
“Mmmm I bet you are,” he teased. “Go on, pretty girl. Tell me how sorry you are.”
“I’m sorry Kashi! Please, I’ll be good!”
He hummed, a smug look tugging at the corners of his mouth. “See, that’s what you said before.” His eyes closed as he used the muscles in his abdomen to really roll his hips into you. The motion caused his pelvic bone to repeatedly bump against your clit, just enough to tease it without really offering you any relief. If anything, it only frustrated you more.
“I mean it!” you panted. “I swear, I’ll be good!”
He hummed again, that deadly smirk painted across his face as he slowed down a bit. The thumb of his left hand stretched out to allow him to grip both of your wrists with his one wide palm. Even with half of his hold gone, you were completely overpowered. You wriggled to test his strength, but you quickly realized that he wasn’t holding back. Not at all.
“Hmmm, so pretty.” He traced his free hand down your cheek, drawing a barely-there line down the side of your neck, over your clavicle, then teasingly close to your stiff nipple before caressing the curves of your hip and thigh. The entire time, his hips didn’t stop their movements: slower, but no less intense. “Do you mean it? Are you gonna be my good girl again?”
You clutched to his question like a lifeline. “Yes! Yes I promise!”
Danger sparkled in both of his eyes as he leaned his face closer to you. For a moment, you thought he might offer you a kiss; just a tiny respite from his barbaric display. But you quickly realized you couldn’t have been further from the truth.
“Well,” he started, “my good girl would take my cock, and thank me for it.”
He resumed his savage pace, using the full weight of his body to pound into you. The air escaped your lungs in an undignified grunt as you tossed your head back. Your nose bumped against your captive arm, and you gently bit down on your own flesh in an attempt to spread the overwhelming sensation throughout your body, instead of your pelvis taking the full brunt.
Kakashi snarled as he took his hand from your hip and landed a stinging smack on the exposed flesh of your ass. “Eyes forward, gorgeous.” Your neck fulfilled his request without any conscious command. When your eyes met his, you saw adoration blending with the pure desire that cloaked his gaze. “Mmmm, that’s better.”
He leaned his face down closer to yours, his eyes demanding your attention. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little pussy until you behave.” His free hand snaked between your torso and your thighs. Kakashi pressed his palm into you, just below your navel. The increased pressure caused his cock to have an even tighter fit inside you, and he shuddered out a groan before he started thrusting into you with even more force.
You couldn’t help but scream; the sound was so dire that you hadn’t even realized you had made it, until the sting prickled your throat. “Ka-AH! KAKASHI!”
“Is it too much, baby?” he cooed, slowing down. “Is my thick cock too much for you?”
You tossed your head back and forth as tears gathered in your eyes. “Ah…I…” Your eyes locked onto Kakashi’s in an attempt to communicate with him the only way you still could. The tomoe of his Sharingan was spinning wildly, working on overdrive.
“Well that’s too bad for you, sweetheart. Because you belong to me, so I get to do whatever I want to you.”
“Wait—”
His hand flew to from your stomach to your throat. “Enough,” he snarled. His eyes locked onto yours as he tightened his grip just enough to make your back arch. “I don’t want to hear it anymore, Y/N. You still haven’t even thanked me. Maybe if you just take your punishment like the good girl I thought you were, I might forgive you.”
You trembled, feeling that familiar tightness building below your navel yet again. It felt impossible that you would be on the brink of yet another orgasm while Kakashi was still going at full force. He had hardly even broken a sweat. And where he had, it was like he had strategically allowed certain areas of his body to perspire, just so he would have that raw, sensual glow that suggested all things erotic.
“Ohhhh I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy until you remember who you belong to.”
He was saying all the right things, that low rumbling thunder in his voice coaxing even more desperate reactions from you than you thought possible. Kakashi tucked his head into the space between your head and your arm, burrowing into you until his mouth was right by your ear. You could hear every grunt and pant perfectly clearly, timed with those expert thrusts of his cock as he continued to use you.
Or punish you, according to him, but this hardly felt like punishment. In fact, you were sure if he kept this up even one minute more, you were going to reach a third high.
“Ka…Kash…i…” you whimpered, trying to warn him. Your lower lip trembled and your body felt on the verge of breaking. “I…”
“Shhhh,” he murmured into your ear. “Just take your punishment, Y/N.”
“B-But…I…AH!” You whined out a guttural scream as you came, your walls clamping down on him as your body gushed your creamy arousal all over his cock. Your fingers curled in on themselves, nails digging into your own skin as your lips trembled. You tried to take in a deep breath, but he kept his hold tight on your throat as he grunted his own sound of pleasure at the feeling of your muscles spasming around him. He leaned back to see your eyes cross as you gasped.
That look of deep self-satisfaction was back on Kakashi’s face. His eyebrows were raised in a small bid of surprise, but he surely knew better. He knew that even as you were playfully disobedient, you were still his good girl who loved being told what to do.
Kakashi slowed his thrusts as he looked into your eyes with equal parts affection and want. “Even while being punished?” he smirked. “Greedy little thing.”
Your mouth was gaping like a fish out of water, your tongue desperately trying to wet your parched lips. He tilted his head a little as he appraised you and slowed down a bit further. “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, idly continuing to press into you. “Will you do as I ask now?”
As if you ever had a choice. Your third orgasm left you completely senseless, not a braincell left in your fucked-out body. You only had the energy to weakly nod, but it pleased him to the point where he smiled down at you with an affectionate warmth. “That’s more like it.”
He leaned back down to brush a soft kiss over your mouth. You were so braindead that you didn’t even notice the kiss until he had already nuzzled back into the crook of your neck. He moaned as he resumed his slow thrusts into your tender cunt.
“Mmmm feels so good,” he groaned against your skin. You grasped at the sheets and felt your body squirm without your permission. “Your pussy is mine,” he declared. “It’s all for me. Understand, Y/N?”
You whimpered as your sensitive walls started to protest. “Please,” you gasped, tremors tearing through your body. “P-please…I…”
“What is it, sweetheart?” he taunted you. “Use your words.”
Even through the haze of your third intense orgasm, you could recognize the slight undertone of concern in his order. He had never taken you this roughly, and even with his Sharingan, he was starting to worry he might be missing something and hurting you. He loosened his grip to be sure nothing was keeping you from letting him know if you’d had too much.
But you hadn’t had too much. As far as you were concerned, he could keep pounding into you until your brain completely shut down. But the risk of overstimulation was real, and you definitely didn’t want to overdo it and cause him to be apprehensive about trying something like this again.
“I…a minute…I just…”
The completely empty feeling in your head made it difficult for you to actually use your words like he instructed, but Kakashi was observant and discerning enough to understand.
“Hmmm, feeling sensitive after cumming all over my cock again?” He smirked as he teasingly pumped into you again, causing you to tense and gasp.
“Wait, Kashi—”
“Wait?” His eyebrows furrowed just a little and he tilted his head, the tomoe of his Sharingan recording and analyzing your every tiny twitch. “But I’m not done yet.”
Your hands flew up to paw at his chest. “Kakashi I’m too sensitive I can’t…”
“Hmmm, now that’s not fair Y/N. I make you cum three times, but I don’t get to finish?”
“Please Kashi I can’t handle any more!”
He hummed, sounding disappointed. “And here I thought you were back to being my good girl.”
“Please I want to but I can’t, Kashi!”
He pulled himself completely out. A playful, dangerous look was simmering in his heterochromatic gaze, his secret mouth posed in a sweet smile. “You want to be a good girl for me?”
You swallowed thickly and nodded, and his smile grew in response. Then he brought that smirking mouth down to meet your trembling lips, kissing you in a swoon-worthy display of affection. When he finally pulled away, you could only resume gasping for breath. It felt like your heart had failed a few beats, but nothing else mattered when Kakashi looked at you like that.
He propped himself up on his elbows to gain power, then sat up fully on his knees. With a few easy movements, he scooted forward to settle his calves on either side of your head, his erection looming like a threat over your flushed face. “Then open that pretty mouth for me and suck my cock until I cum.”
Despite the overstimulation, warmth flooded between your legs at his command. Your muscles were useless, your lungs overworked, your body decorated with bruises and love-bites from everything he’d so far put you through. But as soon as he suggested it, you couldn’t even imagine a reality where you didn’t fuck him with your mouth. Right the fuck now.
You opened your jaw and flicked your tongue over your dry lips. Kakashi gripped his shaft and pumped a bit lazily, his eyes trained on your mouth as you readied yourself to take him.
A little bit of Kakashi’s domineering shell cracked, showing off the giddy, love-drunk man within. That softness in his eyes would always give him away, revealing how he still couldn’t believe he had you. And it caused the same look to shine from your own eyes, so in love with him.
His right hand cupped behind your head and pulled it up off the mattress at the same time as he lined the head of his cock to the opening of your mouth. You adjusted your mouth so he would just barely squeeze through, the wetness from your sex easing his passage. He groaned deep in his throat at the feeling of your lips sliding closer and closer to the base.
“That’s my girl,” he sighed, dropping his head back. “That’s what I want. Make my cock feel so good.”
You hollowed your cheeks as you licked at the underside of his cock, the texture of your tongue teasing his veins. Your own taste melded with the taste of his cock, and you couldn’t help but groan around him. His hips pulsed toward your mouth as his fingers tangled in your hair and tugged you in to meet him. You whined a little, still not completely as coordinated in your movements as you normally were.
“Faster, baby,” he demanded. You tried to match the movement of his hips, but your jaw slackened a little as you lost focus. “Come on baby, make me cum. I wanna cum down your throat.”
Your eyes locked onto his, and he understood what you needed even before you did. “Mmm poor little thing, you need help?” he cooed. “Here, I’ll help you.”
He sat forward a little, putting more of his weight on his knees and letting your head settle back on the pillow. His dick slid deep into your throat, the head thumping against the muscle of your throat. “Gods, that’s it Y/N.” The new angle put him in complete control, and he didn’t waste it. He immediately set a brutal pace, his fingers still holding you still by the roots of your hair as he fucked your face into the mattress.
“You’re my good girl now, aren’t you? So good, just for me.”
His eyes stayed on your face, and you were sure this served two purposes. For one, it allowed him to be sure he wasn’t being too so rough that he was hurting you—he wanted you to enjoy his actions as much as he did. But also, he felt an egotistical pleasure as he watched your lips struggle to keep up with the relentless pace at which his cock disappeared between them.
After everything he’d already done, it wasn’t long before his breaths started getting choppy and his rhythm was a little less disciplined.
“Ohhhh fuck…” he panted. “Fuck, I’m—” He growled as he came, his eyes rolling back as he let his release loose down your throat.
It was difficult to accommodate him in your flat position, but you swallowed it as quickly as possible, gulping it down just for the next spurt to fill your mouth again. It wasn’t easy, but that adoring look on his face was more than enough motivation.
Finally, he pulled his hips back, giving you space to breathe. You felt as the muscles of your face pulled into a mindless grin, happily gasping for air as you laid flat on your back.
“Y/N. Be honest with me. Are you okay?”
You pushed yourself into a sitting position, your gaze level with his. Sometimes, you just had too many things running through your mind; too much love and admiration for him to put into words. You wanted to tell him all of it. Every embarrassingly honest thought. But you only had the energy for one.
“I love you.”
He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you close, tucking his face against your shoulder. “I love you too.”
Kakashi’s presence was the only thing you needed for the apartment to feel like your home.