&. .

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  smut  /  nsfw  implied  dialogue  prompts  with  not  so  explicit  language.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

AU prompts: masterlist of lists

Okay so if you’re anything like me you see those lists of au ideas floating around and you like them but when it comes time to write something and you need an idea you have no idea what you tagged them as or if they’re buried somewhere in your likes so….have a list of some of the ones I’ve come across! This is updated with new lists and fixed links fairly frequently so check back here if you’d like more! 

also: there are a few lists that people have requested that i have not been able to find so if you know of one/write one, please send it to me. my messages/ask/submit are all open. WANTED: expectant parents/parents with newborns aus, historical aus

 (updated on november 6th, 2016) 

(current count: ~163 lists + 39 individual prompts)

themed:

super long list of college aus

more college aus

even more college aus

autumn aus

it’s really cold outside aus

meet-ugly

art school aus

femslash aus

they know each other but don’t know that they know each other aus

awkward first meeting aus

MORE college aus

airport related aus

fake married/dating trope

pub aus (here for halloween season)

royal aus

assassin aus

opposites attract

lots more under the cut, the post was getting unwieldy

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Leave It On

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, teasing, vaginal fingering, doggy-style, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, dirty talk, breeding kink, POV Kakashi

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: A happily-married Hokage, Kakashi is finally secure in his present, and ready to think of his future.

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“You were great tonight, Lord Sixth.”

Kakashi pursed his lips as he leveled a tired stare at you in the mirror’s reflection. You met his eyes and smiled sweetly, letting your hair out of the intricate style you’d worn tonight.

The two of you had just gotten home from a fundraiser that the elders had managed to convince Kakashi to host for the good of the village. He understood that if he wanted to move forward with the effort to improve communication channels among the five great nations, it was going to cost money. Fine. But what he didn’t understand was why he had to dress up and socialize to actually earn that money.

“I’ve only officially had the title for a few months,” Kakashi sighed as he eagerly removed the cumbersome Hokage hat, “but I would be thrilled to never be called ‘Lord’ again.”

You set down your hairpin and stood, turning to face your husband. Admiration and a hint of teasing were in your eyes as you reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I know you aren’t comfortable in situations like that. But the things you're doing are going to do so much good for Konoha. It will benefit not just us, but future generations as well.”

Kakashi’s entire body flushed at your sultry tone. He knew exactly what you were doing, not that you were trying to hide it.

It wasn’t long after Kakashi’s instatement as Hokage that the topic of children came up. The old-fashioned elders thought it was their place to comment on Kakashi’s responsibility to carry on his bloodline, reasoning that now he was not only the last of his clan, but he was a leader of the village, and it was important that he leave a ‘legacy.’

Whatever that was supposed to mean.

Kakashi dismissed them with far less decorum than their positions called for, leaving Shikamaru chuckling and Shizune as white as a sheet. But he would be lying if he said the thought of reviving his clan didn’t stir pride in his chest. And the idea of taking you to bed with the intention of getting you pregnant caused a different stirring a bit lower than his chest.

After all, we’re in an era of peace, he reasoned. And with a partner like you, parenthood didn’t seem so frightening.

It had struck him in that moment, how lucky he was to have made you his wife. Not that his feelings were any different before your marriage; he had never felt that he deserved someone as bright and kind as you, and the fact that you’d married him sometimes felt like a dream.

And later that night, when he broached the topic of children and your face lit up, he hoped the dream would never end.

You stood on your tiptoes, kissing him and bringing him back to the present. His hands immediately latched to your waist to pull you closer. He felt you smile against his mouth, your lips parting and your fingers slowly tracing up the back of his neck to grip the roots of the hair at the nape of his neck. Your tongue brushed against his at the same time as you rubbed your thigh against his lap, and Kakashi felt his cock twitch under his robes.

Kakashi’s duties as Hokage meant that the two of you only had limited opportunities for intimacy—he too often found himself exhausted or preoccupied or buried under so much paperwork that he didn’t even make it home.

But tonight, none of those things were true.

He wasn’t tired. He wasn’t preoccupied. And the only place he planned to be buried was between your legs.

Kakashi broke the kiss and leaned away just far enough to disrobe. He pulled his Hokage cloak over his head and let it flutter unceremoniously to the floor. It was a warm summer night, so he’d only worn a light undershirt and standard jōnin pants underneath, both of which quickly landed in a heap with the cloak.

You giggled and slowly brought your hand from the back of his neck around to his chest, your palm and fingertips appreciating every centimeter on your journey. “That’s better,” you grinned, admiring the sight of your nearly naked husband.

He could feel as your gaze ran all over his body, but his own line of sight didn’t budge. His eyes were locked on the mirror behind you, gifting him with the reflection of your back; your curves draped in navy and his clan’s crest brandished on your back.

It was that sight that caused Kakashi’s inner possessive side to stretch its limbs and unfurl its wings, overtaking his typical unaffected state of mind and making him feel only primal desire. You wore the Hatake crest proudly—not for the status of being the Hokage’s wife, but for the joy of being Kakashi’s wife.

Mine.

You started to untie the obi around your waist, but Kakashi quickly reached out and stilled your movements. You curiously looked up at Kakashi’s face, and he growled his response.

“Leave it on.”

He saw you visibly shiver, a shallow gulp of air inhaled in a weak attempt at controlling your arousal. He slowly shifted the placement of his hands, watching in the reflection as his fingers possessively traced your outline. There was something so lewd about it—you; refined and pristine in your pretty yukata, and him; barbaric and savage in only his underwear.

And he liked it very much.

Kakashi looked down at you and smirked before repositioning you further, manhandling you to face the bed and placing himself at your back, nearly breathing down your neck in anticipation. He reached his right hand under your skirt, sliding his fingertips up the length of your plush thigh until he was met with the dampness soaking your panties. He couldn’t hold back a decadent groan as he rubbed at your wet core through the fabric.

This is mine.

“Now these…” He hooked one finger around the crotch of your panties. “These I want off.”

Kakashi tugged to get your panties down to your knees, wetness sticking to your thighs and trailing down with the garment. Before he had a chance to tell you to drop them the rest of the way, you were rubbing your thighs together and shimmying the panties down to your ankles.

His impatient fingers waded through the silky wetness at your entrance. “Fuck, have you been like this all night?”

“I can’t help it,” you moaned, squirming in his hold. “I just want you.”

Kakashi hummed, then pinched your clit between his slick fingers. “Want me to put a baby in you, you mean?”

“Kakashi!” you giggled, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. Your tone was breathy as you whispered, “Please fuck me.”

He wanted to keep toying with you, but that request was too good to pass up. Still, the petulant little whine you made when he took his fingers away made him want to completely dominate you.

“On the bed, sweetheart,” he directed as he wiped your warm arousal all over his cock. “On all fours for me.”

You climbed onto the bed, your yukata stretching over your ass as you arranged yourself to his liking. The corner of Kakashi’s mouth quirked into a predatory smile as he rid himself of his briefs and stood directly behind you.

“That’s it,” he purred, rubbing his callused palm over the soft material covering your butt as he appreciated the Hatake symbol displayed so prominently on your back. “What a good little wife you are, offering your body for me to use to revive my clan.”

His other hand joined the first, groping the round flesh.

“Don’t tease,” you begged.

Kakashi prowled onto the bed behind you, taking the hem of your yukata in his hands and roughly bunching it up to your waist. He placed his knees between yours and pushed them apart to spread your messy little cunt wider.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Y/N.”

All at once, his hands grabbed your waist as he lifted his hips to line himself up with your opening. He didn’t pause before forcing the red mushroom tip between your puffy folds, your body greedily pulling him in deeper.

The moan that passed your lips was like music to his ears. No matter how many times he sunk into you, he would never get tired of that sweet sound you made when the ridge of his cockhead breached your entrance.

“Fuck, you always feel so good,” he huffed, pushing deeper inside. “I love the way your body feels.”

You looked so unbelievably beautiful beneath him. You always did, but his usual view of your soft, bare skin didn’t have the same effect as seeing his stamp of ownership on you.

Not that your naked body wasn’t quite possibly his favorite sight in the world; tits bouncing, muscles clenching, chest heaving with every breath. Your pretty face blushing so deeply, the color spreading down your neck and up to your ears.

Gods, he loved you more than he thought he could love anyone, and your soft skin was his safe haven. He wanted to give you pleasure until you couldn’t take it anymore.

But this—your bare ass in the air, presented for him to fuck; your upper body wrapped in his colors like a holiday present, his name bold between your shoulders—how was he supposed to resist taking what was his?

And better yet, why should he resist?

She belongs to me.

He buried his entire length in your welcoming hole. Your pussy was twitching around him, tightening and squeezing to adjust to his intrusion. His cock always felt like it just barely fit; like your insides were molded just for him.

“I love you, Y/N,” he cooed as his hips met the curves of your ass, “and I’m going to put a baby in you.”

He tightened his grip around your waist and held you still as he pulled out, his cock shiny with your juices that were already dripping down your thighs. He licked his lips as he pounded back into you, causing matching sounds of pleasure from each of you.

“Aah!” you gasped. “Again, please!”

He began rolling his hips with his full strength, his fingers surely bruising the soft skin of your waist while his hips did the same to your ass. Over and over he thrust his hips forward, at the same time yanking you backward, your bodies meeting with a loud, wet smack with increasing speed.

When he found that perfect rhythm that had you chanting praises, he kept steady and let his fingers curl into you in a loving hold. He marveled at how you let yourself be completely at his mercy. You’d already been everything for him, and soon, you were going to be the mother of his child.

Well, children, plural. Because you’d look so absolutely perfect pregnant with his child, and he did have a clan to revive. From a strategic standpoint, it only made sense to put as many children into you as physically possible, within the laws of time and nature.

“Y/N,” he grunted. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You’re so goddamn beautiful and you’re going to be fucking gorgeous pregnant with my child.”

“K-Kashi!”

He grinned. “My sweet, pretty wife. Gods, I have no idea how I got you. But you’re mine. Wearing my crest all over the village. Like you want everyone to know who fucks you into a blubbering mess.”

“Kakashi!”

“Mmmm I can’t wait to show you off when your belly starts showing. I want the whole village to know what I did to you. I’ll make sure they know. They won’t be able to look at you without picturing me on top of you, mounting you and working your cute little hole open with my thick cock.”

Kakashi listened to the desperate way you were panting as you tossed your hips back to crash against his pelvis, your walls clenching in with every filthy thing he said.

“Everyone will see you carrying my baby, and they’ll know that you spread your legs for me and let me fuck my seed into your fertile little cunt—that you let me use you to restore my clan. Is that what you want?”

“Hn-ahh! Y-yes…”

“Tell me, Y/N,” he smirked. “Tell me you’re mine, and you want me to breed you.”

“P-please Kashi, please put a baby in me! I’m yours; please give me your babies.”

Your pleading little voice begging him to breed you made him feel more uninhibited than any alcohol ever had. Kakashi was utterly drunk with power and desire, and you were going to get the full brunt of it just like you were asking for.

Digging his fingers into you like you were nothing more than a pleasure toy, Kakashi started slamming you into his thrusting hips with absolute abandon. You started yelping and mewling beneath him, but that wasn’t all he wanted to hear. Not anymore.

“So goddamn pretty. All for me. Asking me to fuck you until you’re pregnant,” he taunted you. “My gorgeous girl wants me to fill her with cum?”

“Gods please!”

“Beg for it, Y/N.”

“Kakashi!” He could hear every heaving breath you took as you tried to form a complete sentence, fucked too stupid on his fat cock to even ask for more. “Please, baby, please please please please…”

You were nothing more than a babbling, whimpering mess. The cutest babbling, whimpering mess he could ever hope to dream of touching.

“I want to hear it, sweetheart. I need to hear it.”

“Ka…Kashi…please cum in me.”

His eyes rolled back into his head, his brain completely fogged with wild, desperate lust. He could see it in his mind, his cock pulsing inside of you, pumping you full of his sticky white seed. His dick twitched like it wanted him to know it would be more than happy to do exactly what he was thinking. But not yet; he wasn’t done with you.

“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking warm. So wet for me. Gods, Y/N, I want to put a dozen babies in you. At least.”

“As many as you want,” you panted.

“Your perfect little cunt can take it, right Y/N? It can handle my cock pounding deep inside you, filling you with cum every single night?”

“Aaah! I—Haaaa!”

You squealed as he aimed the bulbous head of his penis to batter into your cervix, abusing the furthest reaches and dragging against your g-spot with each in-and-out. Kakashi’s balls were heavy as they bounced off of your quivering thighs.

“Fuck, I’m gonna flood your fertile little cunt with my seed, and you're going to carry my child. Then you’ll truly be mine, bound to me forever.”

“Please, I-I want it—” Your walls fluttered around him, and he knew he already had you on the edge. Your broken little whimpers had him grinning like a fool. “Ohhh don’t stop,” you panted, “Please—please, don’t stop!”

“I’m not going to stop,” he promised. He leaned forward, keeping one hand on your waist and the other overtaking your hand, his fingers lacing over yours as he continued plowing into you. “I’m not going to stop until the Hatake clan is the strongest in the Leaf. Do you understand?”

“Haaa—yes!”

“You gonna be a good little wife and cream all over my cock?”

“Yes!”

“And then let me cum deep in your precious little cunt?”

“Please!!”

“Good girl,” he groaned beside your ear. “Go on, baby. Cum on my cock and milk me dry.”

His depraved command pushed you right over the edge, his name a ragged scream on your lips as you clutched to the hand he’d put over yours. And you did exactly what he told you to; your pussy clamping down on him and sucking him for all he was worth.

Kakashi’s orgasm hit him like a punch to the gut. He took his hand away from yours and titled your head to face his. His lips captured yours as he felt his seed erupt from his cock, his balls contracting to force the full volume inside of you. You whined against his mouth, completely captive while he pumped every drop as deep as possible. His greedy tongue slid between your lips, savoring the kiss as his cock pulsed one last time.

Completely drained, Kakashi gently laid you down onto your stomach. He leaned back for one last admiring look at his name on your back, now paired with his cum dripping from your pussy.

All mine.

“I have a good feeling about that one,” he grinned, sliding in beside you to cradle you to his chest.

“Oh yeah?” you teased. “So do I.”

inspired by this ask, for which anon has already accepted their medal of valor. anon, i hope this was worth the wait. ❤️

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Just This Once

Pairing: Kakashi x Female!Reader

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, he gets lost in the sauce frfr, situationship… ish?, this man wants to RUN, disorganised attachment style (primarily avoidant), penis in vagina sex, teasing, edging (accidental), unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Kakashi discovers that he has a breeding kink. It's kind of a spiritual experience.

Inspired by @rookie98writes's fic Leave It On

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

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

So why is he standing in front of your stove, cooking dinner while you sort through the pile of unopened mail on your kitchen table? Why did he offer to water your plants while you were away? Why does he want to do anything for you? 

Kakashi knows what it’s like trying to play catch-up after some time away from home—two months, in your case. He’d knocked on your door a few minutes ago with the intention of returning your key, and he must have caught you right after you got back from the store if the two bags of groceries on your kitchen counter were any indication. 

You looked so dead on your feet that Kakashi took over from there, unprompted. But now, as he stirs the pot of flavourful soup simmering away on the stove, his mind sees fit to wander.  

What the hell is he doing?  

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

It’s that time again—time to cut and run, just as he always does when things start to become complicated. Kakashi makes a habit of ending any potential connection before it can even start, because he can’t afford to lose anyone else. He can’t get hurt if he never lets anyone in. It’s easier that way. 

“I need to schedule my injection,” you mutter to yourself as you read through one letter. Then you sigh and toss it back down onto the table, before you lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. “We should probably get used to using condoms again until I can book an appointment.” 

Your birth control must be overdue, then.  

“Sure,” Kakashi answers, feigning unbothered. The two of you used condoms in the beginning, but after a particularly gruesome mission that nearly saw him home in a box, Kakashi stopped reaching for the bedside drawer, and you stopped asking him to.  

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

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

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

He could get you pregnant. 

A jolt of arousal shoots through him.

Kakashi doesn’t want children, not now, not ever, which is why it doesn’t make a lick of sense that such a thing would turn him on. He likes the idea of his seed taking root inside of you. He might even enjoy it, the imagery his mind conjures—you bent over for him, begging him to give you a baby, your pretty yukata hiked up around your waist…  

His clan crest embroidered on the back of it.  

Kakashi swears. Loudly.

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

Your lamp had blown when you went to turn it on, leaving the streetlights to illuminate your features in a sickly hue of yellow-green. It isn’t romantic in the least, but he can’t help thinking that you’ve never looked more beautiful than in this moment—maybe because it’s the last time he’ll ever get to see you like this.  

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

The tomoe of his sharingan spins lazily as he memorises the curves of your body, the muss of your hair, the rise and fall of your chest as you work to recover from your first orgasm of the night. His fingers are still tacky with your essence, and he smears the residual wetness over the head of his cock to make the entry a little easier. 

“You should wear a condom,” comes your breathy whisper, but you make no move to stop him. Your eyes almost seem to glow as you peer up at him in the dark, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. 

“Mm. Do you want me to?” 

His question hangs heavy in the air.  

The only things Kakashi can hear are your soft breaths and the sound of his own steady heartbeat, which quickens with every silent second that passes.  

You want to say no, he realises.  

He wants you to say no. 

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

Because there is a risk, and he knows it. Kakashi hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it all night—wicked thoughts, terrible thoughts—thoughts of filling your fertile womb with his seed, thoughts of watching your belly grow round with his child, thoughts of seeing his clan sigil stamped between your shoulder blades like a mark of ownership. 

His.  

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

He agrees.

“Just this once.”  

Just like he says every other time—except every other time, there hasn't been a risk.

Your coy little smile is what prompts him to lower down onto an arm and settle more of his weight on you. Kakashi dips his head to kiss you indulgently, savouring the taste of you, the feel of you beneath him. He kisses you like he hopes to convey just how much he missed you while you were gone, like you might be able to taste the unspoken words that linger in his mouth. 

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

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

He knows he should go easy on you, but he relishes in the rapid flutter of your walls as you struggle to adjust to him after so much time apart. A surge of masculine pride washes over him, tinged with a hint of guilt for stretching you open like this. He isn’t exactly small, after all, but you take him so well. 

To ease any potential discomfort, he smooths his hand up the soft skin of your thigh in a soothing caress, before he trails gentle, placating kisses along your jawline. “Is this okay?” Kakashi asks, voice low, only to be rewarded with a particularly strong contraction that makes his toes curl. 

“More than okay,” you sigh. 

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

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

“God, Kakashi, you feel so good.”  

So do you. Kakashi sucks a bruise on your neck in response, if only to muffle the sound of his own pleasure when your perfect cunt clenches around him again.  

He needs to pace himself, or he’ll finish too soon—but then you ask him for more, and what else can he do but oblige you?

He speeds up, not overly so, just enough that both of you can hear the slick, sloppy sounds of your lovemaking. The smell of your arousal permeates the air, and he’s tempted to have another taste. 

Later. 

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

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

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

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

“Sorry,” he says with genuine apology, leaning in to capture your lips again. You let out a pleased hum into his mouth and lift your thighs up a little higher—an offering, one he’s more than happy to accept, even if he doesn’t plan to reciprocate.  

It’s selfish, he knows. 

The new angle does something to him, or maybe it’s because he's well aware that it would be even easier to fill you up this way. He reaches deeper like this, and the tilt of your hips would perfectly hold his cum in place, increasing the chances that it’ll take. 

He wants it to take. 

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

“Close?”  

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

He stamps it down. 

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

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

“Really?” 

To pick on you a little, Kakashi withdraws from your tight heat more slowly than he has all night, agonisingly slowly, until only the head of him remains inside; and then he lingers there, purposely, until the stirrings of impatience start to take you over.  

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

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

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

Before you can read too much into what he’s just said, he slams home. Hard.

Your startled gasp brings on a flicker of self-satisfaction deep within. Kakashi relishes in the knowledge that only he can make you feel like this—especially when he starts to fuck you in earnest, prompting you to fling your arms around his shoulders.  

“F-Fuck, Kakashi, oh my god—” 

“That’s it,” he encourages gently. “Hold onto me.” He likes the closeness of it, the intimacy.

You cling to him like your life depends on it, which brings about a funny feeling in his chest that he can’t quite shake—something warm and gooey and affectionate.  

Kakashi stamps that down, too, and traces the line of your neck with his tongue, kissing and sucking at your sensitive skin until you shiver. Seeing your throat so littered with love bites unearths something within him, something primal, that he’s always refused to name.

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

He’s too attached.  

To distract himself from what he intends to do in the morning, Kakashi picks up the pace, flesh smacking against flesh as he snaps his hips into yours, fast and rough, exactly how you want it.  

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

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

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

“I’ll have to pull out soon,” he says raggedly, even though the thought of finishing in you already has him ready to blow.

When Kakashi feels you lock your ankles behind him, he nearly does.  

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

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

“Fuck,” he curses, stopping abruptly, buried all the way to the hilt. His cock throbs wildly, desperate for release, forcing him to tightly grip the the sheets above your head in order to stave it off. 

If he moves right now, he’s done for.  

When you make a quiet, frustrated sound deep in your throat and wiggle your hips, Kakashi barely manages to hang on. He can feel that tell-tale flutter inside of you, the one that indicates exactly how close you are, but he’s closer. His breaths come out in short, sharp pants as he tries to hold himself together.  

You finish first. Always. 

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

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

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

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

Then he pulls back just enough to pepper your face with kisses, and you squeal in delight, though it soon tapers off into a moan when he starts to trail them down your throat, each one more sensual than the last. He palms one of your breasts, gently squeezing, tweaking a nipple— 

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

He laughs softly at that. No more teasing. You want him to be nice.

You inhale sharply when Kakashi picks back up where he left off, this time with quick, shallow thrusts that target your g-spot. He smooths his hand down your side, savouring the softness of your skin, then he slides it in between your bodies to rub your clit in just the way you like—the way he remembers you like, because he’s too fucking attached. And sure enough, when your hips buck from the added sensation, he knows that it’s working for you. 

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

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

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

His jaw tenses at the reminder. 

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

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

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

And just like that, he’s back to teetering on the edge. The filth his mind conjures nearly proves to be his undoing—a vivid image of your tight, wet cunt wringing out every drop of his cum until it takes, tying you to him, making you need him. Making you his. The threat of it simmers under his skin, but it’s starting to feel more like a guarantee. 

Get her there, then pull out. 

Kakashi repeats those words in his head like a mantra, over and over, like it’ll ensure that he lasts, and it works—at least until you start to move your hips in time with his thrusts. You meet him at the perfect angle, sucking him deep on every stroke, allowing him to slide just beyond your cervix and into that spot that sends your voice into a fever pitch. 

A choked sob escapes you as you rake your nails down his back, leaving red lines in your wake. The sting of it only sends him higher, and he sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder to prevent himself from blowing too soon. 

“Right there, Kakashi, right fucking there—” 

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

He groans when he imagines what would happen, and it all ends with his baby in your belly and his family crest on your back. It shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does, yet he fucks into you with purpose, now—hard, deep, powerful thrusts that knock your headboard into the wall. 

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

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

He kisses you to shut you up, because if he hears another syllable, he’s sure to fill you to the brim. It’s not a gentle kiss, not now. He holds your head in place with a firm grip on your jaw, shoves his tongue into your mouth to assert his control, and still, he recites his mantra. 

Get her there, then pull out.  

Get her there, then pull out.  

Get her there, then—  

You jerk your head away to gulp in a breath of fresh air, chest heaving from exertion, and Kakashi’s eyes sweep over your face for any sign of discomfort. What he finds is the opposite, and he drinks in the pleasured scrunch of your brows, the hazy flutter of your eyelids, the kiss-swollen state of your lips. 

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

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

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

The way your fingers wrench into his hair belies a hunger that matches his own, and you drag him down for another kiss, messy and insistent, demanding that he make good on his promise to pump you full. He can feel the ripple of your inner walls as you come undone, feel the painfully tight squeeze of your legs around his waist, holding him there, ensuring that he stays; and never in his life has he felt so overwhelmed.  

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

Kakashi kisses you with everything that he is as he shoves himself impossibly deep inside of you, acting solely on instinct to drown your cervix in hot, sticky spend. He lets out a sound of pure male satisfaction that you eagerly swallow down, your tongue massaging his in tune with every erratic jerk of his hips as he empties himself inside of you, painting your insides white, marking you as his.  

It feels good. It feels right. 

He’s too attached. 

He doesn’t care. 

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

Why the hell did he do that?  

What the hell did he do?

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

He needs to go. He needs to go right now. Not tomorrow. Now. He needs to get the hell out of here and never look back, right fucking now.  

Then he hears your quiet sob, and his heart leaps into his throat. Kakashi jerks his head down to look at you, and when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks, he actually does panic.  

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

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s accidentally hurt a woman during sex, but he really should have taken it easier on you. He probably went too deep and hit your cervix a little too hard. That’s what usually tends to happen. 

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

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

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

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

Teasing or not, someone telling him of all people to calm down is an otherworldly experience. The phrase lands strangely, and for the first time since he came to see you tonight, his thoughts quiet down to a dull background murmur. 

They’re happy tears, you said. 

You’re happy with him. 

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

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

Kakashi can’t be sure what you see in his expression to warrant that sort of question, but the fight finally leaves him. He sits back on his heels and drags a hand down his face, feeling defeated for a reason he can’t explain.  

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

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

That draws his attention. When Kakashi sees the creamy mess spilling out of you, his flaccid cock twitches with interest even after he remembers why his stomach is in knots.  

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

He wants to do it again.  

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

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

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

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

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

He swallows thickly. “I’m fine.” 

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

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

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

It’s cute. You’re cute. 

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

“What?” 

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

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

“Well, it’s overdue, isn’t it?”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How the hell is he supposed to explain himself? Neither of you are exactly vanilla, you’ve explored a number of kinks together, but this is something else entirely. Then again, a breeding kink would make the most sense out of any, considering it stems from a biological urge to procreate. 

But would you even believe him if he said he only gets off to the fantasy of it, and not the reality? Because if a woman ever said that to him, he’d run away as fast as he could. 

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

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

Refusing to look at you, Kakashi clears his throat, trying to ignore the arousal that comes on from your suggestive tone, never mind the words you speak in it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“No?” The sheets rustle as you reposition yourself, and then, when your fingers delicately wrap around his cock, he inhales sharply and bites the inside of his cheek. “Then why are you so hard?”  

And he is, too. He’s already fully erect and ready for another round, and he knows that there’s no way to lie his way out of it anymore. As you start to work your hand over him in slow, sensual strokes, up and down, coaxing the answer out of him, his head drops back. 

“Because,” he rasps.  

The sheets shift again, and then you crawl into his lap. He welcomes you gladly, splaying his hand over your lower back to steady you, though he still can’t face you. He’s too embarrassed. 

“Because why?” you ask breathlessly. Kakashi lets out a pleasured sigh as you kiss and suck your way up the side of his neck, stroking him steadily, before you purr into his ear, “Because you want to give me a baby?” 

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

“Hm? Why not?” 

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

“Yeah?” Your teeth tug playfully at his earlobe before you pull back to look at him, and Kakashi finally wills himself to meet your sultry gaze, humiliated though he is. “You know,” you muse, “I don’t like condoms for a reason. Do you know why?” 

The breath leaves his lungs with a whoosh.

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

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

He likes you.

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

—

Snippet #1:

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

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

While you cook breakfast for the two of you, Kakashi wraps his arms around your waist from behind and traces the shell of your ear with his tongue.  “And what if I don’t want to be careful?”  

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

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

—

Snippet #2:

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

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

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

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

He feels another jolt of arousal at your admission. 

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

Then Kakashi leans up onto his elbow to regard you properly, and then he lifts an eyebrow, as if to point out how closely that particular fantasy hits to home. 

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

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

 You worry your lip between your teeth and nod. 

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

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

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

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

—

A/N: This is the first thing I've posted in a hot minute, so your feedback would mean a lot - please let me know what you think :)

Truth or Dare

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word Count: 797

Warnings: no warnings, fem!reader

Prompt: Our friends decided to play truth or dare and ask who was the best I’ve ever had. I can’t bare to look at the smug look on your face when I get too embarrassed to answer - Ex AU

Pt 2

“Let’s play a game!” Your friend Ino yelled out to the small party she hosted. Everyone around stopped what they were previously doing, and slowly started to sit around the floor and furniture in a circle. Ino had a way of always getting what she wanted and if she wanted to play a game then goddamnit a game is what she would get. 

“I swear if we’re playing clue again-” Sakura started, crossing her arms and sending Naruto a glare for the last game of clue they played together in which he just scratches the back of his head and chuckles.

“We’re playing truth or dare.” Ino says. “I’ll start and then whoever I choose will choose the next person.” Everyone around nods agreeing to how to start the game and you couldn’t help but have your attention anywhere but on the game hoping not to get picked. “Sakura, truth or dare.”

~ ~ ~

Some time has passed and you couldn’t help but get distracted from the game. Everyone laughing from the dares that were being given, mostly by Kiba and Naruto as they want everyone to do the most ridiculous thing imaginable. The girls are all saying truth, which the girls in the group are best at asking, it’s a safe answer but everyone being nosy a truth can be a dangerous choice as well. You were torn from your thoughts once you heard your name being called out.

“(Y/N)!” Tenten called. You turn wide eyed and see most of the group staring.

“Huh, what?”

“Truth or dare?” She says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. You think for a moment, not sure of what she’s thinking to ask or what she’d make you do. On one hand she can make you say something embarrassing that you’ve always kept a secret but on the other hand she could make you do something like kiss someone. Knowing Tenten it’s a 50/50 on what would come out of her mouth.

“Truth.” You answer, you’d rather be safe than sorry and having her make you do something embarrassing in front of everyone.

“Who’s the best you’ve had in bed?”

“Dare. I said dare.” You immediately say after which causes everyone to erupt in laughter. Well, everyone but one person. Your ex stares across from you, his chuckle being drowned out by the chaos Tenten’s question caused.

You’ve been ignoring him expertly the entire party. Staying away, always having at least three of your mutual friends in-between you two and never being caught in a conversation that needs the both of your inputs. You were able to ignore him, but feeling his gaze on you was something you couldn’t help but notice. You glance at your ex boyfriend, a smirk prominent on his face.

Shikamaru Naru. Even his name pisses you off. If you could forbid the letters in his name to be used you would. You tried, it didn’t work. Too many vowels in his god damn name, but that’s besides the point. Shikamaru Nara was once someone you cared about, someone you loved, someone you wanted a future with, but now he’s just someone you want to smother with a pillow. His stupid smirk, his stupid laid back attitude, and the stupid yet annoyingly attractive way he’s leaning back against the couch while sitting on the floor. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Well?” Tenten asks once the laughter has died down. “Who was it?”

Everyone’s eyes on you makes you shrink back into yourself. Your face feeling a surge of heat while still avoiding Shikamaru’s eyes. He knows it’s him, you know it’s him, everyone in here probably know it’s him too they’re just being assholes about it to get a good laugh in because it’s not a secret that you and Shikamaru dated, you two dated for quite a while and you haven’t cared to get in another relationship after or deal with any man afterwards.

“You know I can’t really think of anybody that good off the top of my head.” You shrug smiling innocently at Tenten. “Guess there wasn’t anybody memorable.” You ignore the eye roll from Shikamaru and the collective ‘ooos’ from majority of the party. “So is it-”

“I call bullshit.” Shikamaru speaks up making you finally look up at him.

“You call bullshit?”

“I call bullshit, tell the truth.”

“I did.” You deadpan at him. “No one memorable I’ve ever had.”

The silence in the room almost makes you think you’re not surrounded by your friends who are always ten octaves too loud. Shikamaru’s stare was hard, he looked as if he was thinking of a hundred different responses to what you said, but ultimately he never said anything so you decide to continue to game on.

“So Shikamaru, truth or dare?”

that's the mood for tonight amirite fellas