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He isn’t used to this. 

Most knights — if they have the gall (or status) to do so — approaches the princesses for their favour: beside him, Andromeda is already bestowing roses onto knights in shining, polished-until-reflective armour, Narcissa sniffs as she deigns to drop a flower onto the hands of one smarmy Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix glares at anyone who attempts to approach her, her kohl-lined eyes daring prospective suitors to just try her. 

A normal sight in a joust. Or it would be, if not for the tall knight in dull silvery armour kneeling in front of Prince Sirius Black’s chair, asking for a rose of good luck. 

His thoughts go faint. He’s simultaneously aware of everything and aware of nothing. Walburga and Orion’s faces burn with scandal. Regulus whispers an “oh my god”. The princesses, and the surrounding lords, beacons of colourful wealth amidst the silk-bannered good-natured cheer that festooned the arena, turn to stare. He senses doubt, incredulity, scandal, at the knight’s temerity, to seek a rose of good favour in unpolished, ragged armour, not revealing his face, not to a princess, but to a prince. A man. Heir to the throne. 

Temerity indeed. 

And yet the world mutes to a quiet, unremarkable buzz. The knight in front of him feels so very solid. So real. Through the gaps of his armour, chocolate eyes stare back at him, pools of rich brown (he picks out gold flecks in them like shimmery pepper) with intent written across every inch of the face he glimpses bits of through the face-mask. These eyes are staring at him, only. 

“Give me your favour, my prince,” the knight repeats patiently, gazing intently into his eyes. Brown on pale blue. Oh yes. Temerity. 

“Are you serious,” he mumbles faintly, letting the sentence trail off without a note of questioning. 

Now the knight’s eyes sparkle with mirth; the intent wavers to allow laughter in. Sirius’ breath catches. “No,” he says. “You are.” 

A joke on his name. Sirius allows the proud, haughty rule of his mouth to melt into a faint grin. Temerity indeed. Charming in a way it shouldn’t be. Nearby Regulus mutters something that sounds suspiciously like “Jesus Christ”. 

Sirius decides this knight is fascinating. Slowly, staring straight into purposeful brown eyes, he untangles the tight seams holding his mouth into his usual hauteur, letting it loosen into a warm smile. He plucks a rose from Andromeda’s bouquet (he sees her smile) and slowly, very gently, ghosts his lips over the petals. A kiss of good luck. Prince Sirius’ favour. The corners of the knight’s eyes crinkle in endearment(?) and warm mirth. He presses the rose into the knight’s outstretched palms and truly allows his smile to grow wide. 

“Good luck,” he murmurs. 

“Thank you, my prince,” the knight answers in kind. 

His mind is hazy. The world is quiet, like the knight has draped a veil over the noise and chatter. “Wait,” he says, feeling slightly foolish. (The thought shocks him. Sirius Black, feeling foolish? The world has indeed gone to shreds. The temerity of this knight to have caused this. Goodness.) “What’s your name?” 

The knight’s eyes no longer crinkle in mirth — it’s more direct. Sultry. Sly, perhaps. “If I win,” he says, “you get to find out.” 

Sirius stares at him, stunned. 

The knight whisks back into the jostling crowd of competitors, framed in a whirl of colour and noise. 

The quiet shatters and his world descends into chaos. 

“That disgraceful knight—”

“His temerity—”

“Approaching a prince!” 

“Is he a homosexual?” 

“How dare he—”

“What were you thinking, honestly, giving him your favour—”

“And kissing the rose too?!” 

“My goodness, Sirius—”

Regulus stares at him, green-grey eyes shining with something only siblings truly ever understand. A silent question. Are you sure you want to risk your heart for that guy? 

He stares back. Thinking about that guy makes his heart buzz, and the world mute. His lips curve merrily, jauntily, but his eyes are just as intent as the knight’s. Yes, he answers silently. Yes. 

~~~

As it happens, the knight wins. 

Sirius lets out a breathless laugh as his family shakes their heads in disbelief. He knows how crazy it must look; an unnamed, unknown knight in hardly shining armour defeats the greatest warriors of the country? Novel. What temerity. He isn’t surprised, though. The purposeful gaze of the knight was one of utter intent and victory. 

The knight raises a fist in victory, and tilts his head just so to meet Sirius’ eyes. He takes off his helmet. 

Sirius’ breath catches for the hundredth time today. 

Absolutely enchanting chestnut curls, tumbling gently to the neck and cheekbones, draping around those gold-flecked chocolate eyes. They look soft to touch, like velvet. Rich coffee skin, blanketing sharp cheekbones, a strong, square jaw, a straight and defiant nose. Scars that make him look devilishly charming streak across his nose bridge, his chin, his left cheek. Lips that look so pink, so full, wavering slightly with each puff of breath he takes. 

Those lips smirk. 

The knight — the very handsome knight that’s causing his heartbeats to hummingbird in Sirius’ chest — strides towards him, his good luck rose in hand. He stops directly in front of him, brings the red rose to those enrapturing lips, and delivers a kiss to the petals, directly above where Sirius kissed. 

(He hears Walburga sniff in disdain and cannot find it within himself to care.) 

The knight looks back down on him, eyes sparkling with not only mirth, with joy and with promise. “Thank you for your favour, my prince,” he says, and without the mask of armour his voice is deep, rich, edged with an absolutely sexy gravel, reminiscent of hot chocolate drunk on a cold rainy day. Sirius is entranced, and he feels his cheeks pinken. “My name is Remus Lupin.”  

Fantasy AU where prince Sirius and his family attend a joust and a knight comes out in dull grey armour and people have no idea who he is but he goes straight to Sirius to hand him a rose for his luck in the tournament and when the knight wins he takes off his helmet to bow to the prince and it’s Remus

ALRIGHT ITS MEEEE

prompt: “don’t make me punish you.”

A/N: Thanks a bunch for the request! Hope you like what I did with this👀 I certainly had fun writing it. Anyway- here we go!

Warnings: smut, 18+, minors or anyone uncomfortable- do not interact, orgasm denial?, maybe a grammar mistake or two- so scary.

Words: around 3,578

Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader

He warned you. Three times in fact, all in the same day. But you didn't listen to any of his words. It has been a busy week for the both of you. You didn't know what struck you that day but the moment you woke up you felt mischief creep its way into your mind. It couldn't be stopped, not that you wanted to stop it anyway. First it was a small, naughty comment you made to him while he breezed past you. It truly came out of nowhere, pulled from some dark corner of your mind, and made itself known in the beaming sun of Konoha. Middle of the markets. To say he was stunned would be an understatement. His cheeks felt warm instantly and his mouth felt dry. Yet you were met with a firm warning.

You two were not the ones to usually show any form of inappropriate behavior in public, preserving most "couple" things for privacy, so your words and lingering touches certainly threw him off track throughout the day. It stuck by him, always at the top of his head. The echo of your words on his mind, the lingering feeling of your warm hands on his already hot skin, the summer sun was definitely not making it any easier. Not to mention that you were stopping by whenever you got the chance.

His patience really started to give out when you approached him and his team at Ichiraku's - his team seated beside him while they ate away, completely immersed in their own childish talks and arguments. Kakashi looked bored as he sat there and lazily flipped through the pages of the Icha Icha that he already read. The new chapter still hasn't come out, unfortunately. With a small ghost of a smile you crept over to where he sat. He only noticed you when you placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning over to the side of his face where his own body mostly held you out of genin's sight.

"Y/N, what do you think you're doing exactly?.."

He drew out, his voice calm but his light twitch of fingers told you he wasn't really his usual self. All traces of boredom had escaped him, even his eye glimmered slightly, now that you were here.

"Just checking on my dear beloved, what else? I really noticed that you look awfully tense...perhaps you should stop by later for a cup of tea?"

You smiled at him, offering him that see through deal, your hands squeezing his shoulders as your eyes searched for the smallest of reactions. He straightened in his seat, shifting awkwardly, his sudden movement catching attention of one of his genin. Sakura looked over to you and smiled widely and greeted you with a wave of her hand. The two others also turned around to face you, at which you dropped your hands from Kakashi's shoulders slowly, engaging in small talk with his team. Nothing too of the ordinary. The genin were familiar enough with you and were comfortable with you, as you would often stop by and watch them train when you were done with your own team. You would even offer help when they really got stuck on something- so you being here, and being a little bit touchy with their Sensei, wasn't so out of the norm.

After the small talk, and after they got back into their own conversation, you lowered your head next to Kakashi′s and whispered for only him to hear.

"Perhaps we could do more than just sip away at our tea. I'd love to try out that thing you mentioned last time.."

He knew what you meant, of course. Blood rushed to his cheeks immediately and his head spun to face you, sending a glare your way which did nothing to dampen this mood you found yourself since that morning.

"Y/N. Don't make me punish you.."

He warned hastily and quietly, not really trusting his voice to say anything else but his warning was clear. With a hushed tone he made sure his words didn't catch any unwanted attention. One of your hands crept down his back, his side and then settled on his thigh, giving him a small squeeze before retreating. With a quick kiss to his cheek you were gone, getting lost in the crowd of people that swarmed the streets.

Kakashi only meant to drop by some paperwork from the Hokage later that day, but with some sweet talk he was pulled into the comforts of your house. Although he should have known this was where he would end up spending the night. The tension was thick in the room, it was obvious for the both of you, yet neither one would react or try to do something about it. As if testing both of your patience.

You sat on your couch and flipped through the small file of papers and while doing so you kept a small talk with Kakashi going. Unlike him in the moment, you weren't so bothered with the awkwardness of the conversation and the moment. This was all your doing anyway and if anything you felt a growing pride bloom in your chest at how flustered he was. Each time you would glance up at him, seeing him try to seem unfazed and unbothered, you wanted nothing more than to smirk and laugh. Oh how you loved this. 

"...are you listening to me, Y/N?"

The Copy-Nin suddenly asked, catching you "glancing" at him for a moment too long. Realizing that the conversation you were having was nothing more but some part of your little game. He huffed, part of it out of annoyance and other part of flustration. Throughout the whole day you had been teasing him. And he had warned you to stop, he hoped you would stop. He loved you, he really did, but with so much work and training with his team - he really needed his mind to focus on those tasks.

"Yes I am listening, Kakashi darling. Don't worry."

Kakashi's jaw clenched when you looked back down at the papers in your lap, as if you hadn't read them already. There was nothing quizzical lying on those sheets of paper, nothing so important that you had to try and read them all over again. Yet, he found it in him to maintain his composure. Now that the two of you were in some privacy and no one was calling either one of you away for business, he was finally able to do something about this.

With a quiet sigh he leaned back into the seat behind him, suddenly seeming as if he gave up on the small talk, his eyes remaining on your form that was right across him, only a small coffee table between the two of you. He let out a kept in sigh, his tense muscles visibly relaxing while his mind continued to race.

With the lack of words and as silence set in, some odd feeling of control started to dwindle and you were looking up at him before you could force yourself to keep your eyes on the paper. The feeling of confusion flashed in your eyes and you saw the corners of his lips curl just in the slightest. His eyes captured yours and he held your gaze without any hesitation. Well, there was no backing out now.

"Something the matter, Kakashi?"

You questioned before he could open his mouth to take lead, one brow raising in mock worry as your eyes carefully held his own stare, he was challenging you now. Finally being able to do something in retaliation to your endless teasing.

"Oh, nothing at all darling. Just thinking.."

Now, he was starting to slowly pry at your defenses. The tension suddenly shifted and you felt the knocking of defeat. Yet you wouldn't show him that he was winning. 

"What must be so important to turn your focus away from this important conversation? What's this distraction?"

You asked him again, hands now settling in your lap along with the paperwork, still holding his gaze, unyielding. You saw him shift, bringing himself forward until his elbows rested on his knees. It was silent in the room, nothing but the small crackle of swaying trees that came from an open window.

"Well, I am currently looking at that little distraction."

He responded, his gaze intense as he drew out the words slowly.

"A little, naughty kitten. I have warned you multiple times today .. and yet you would not quit your little game."

Straight to the point. You weren't sure why, but you haven't really expected him to draw it to an end so quickly. Your heart stuttered, and a playful smile pulled at your lips, proud of your little game.

"Well that's just unacceptable, isn't it? You got me here now, so why hold back?... Could it be that you're nervous? The legendary man like yourself- flustered? I can not believe it.”

You said with a warm wave of confidence, scoffing and placing the papers onto the small table before leaning onto the edge of your seat. Your face in one of your hands as the other rested on top of your thigh. Already your core ached in need, your skin warming up even as you just watched him and as the situation at hand finally started to escalate. Swallowing you maintained what little patience was left, but it seemed he was running out of it now. Kakashi was tired of this game. Within a blink of an eye he was on his feet and pushing you back onto the couch with his big hand on your chest. Both of you failing to break eye contact.

His lips crashed onto your own, only to immediately turn soft again. Your brows pinched together at his actions but you went with it reluctantly, your hands snaking around his neck and back to pull him in closer. Needing to feel him. But he didn't move, besides his kisses and nips, he only hovered above you. Seated between your legs and pressing against your core.

One of his hands snuck underneath your body and pulled at your hair, making your head tilt upwards while his other hand held your hips pinned to the cushioned couch. Kakashi wasted no time in attacking your delicate neck with kisses, occasionally nibbling at the soft skin of your neck. Each time his teeth grazed across your skin and each time he left a small mark you were left breathless, already starting to pant from the pleasure he was providing you with. Gradually his kisses started to turn hot and desperate, sucking at your tender flesh - you knew those were gonna leave marks. Kakashi's hands pawed at your breast underneath your shirt, giving you just a taste of it but not enough to satisfy you. He only stopped his actions to remove your shirt and bra, exposing all of you to him.

Having been freed shortly from his hold you propped yourself up onto your elbows before pulling at the hem of his shirt. Pulling his own shirt over his head he felt your hands feel around his abs and up, pulling him down by the back of his neck. At which he leaned back down again and kissed you, his tongue slipping over your bottom lip. When he felt as if he was done with kissing your sweet lips he started off where he left, kissing lower down your neck, nudging your head to move up slightly, then he went down to the valley of your breast. He toyed with them and didn't allow you so much as to touch him, pinning your hands with one of his own. You moaned into the empty air of the room as his tongue swirled around your nipple. Pushing your hips against his for some friction that would satisfy the desire in your abdomen but he didn't budge. Then he moved down to your stomach and then his breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of your abdomen. You were both still clothed from the waist down and all the need and tension made it hard to have the patience.

"Kakashi-"

"Easy, kitten"

You let out a heavy breath fall from your lips, watching as he turned his gaze back up to your eyes, lust swimming in his orbs. With a small huff your hands went to find their way to his hair, only to be moved away with his hand as he turned back to teasing you. Kissing the sensitive skin of your stomach and then back at your breasts, slowly sliding your pants and panties off. So agonizingly slow that you found yourself huffing and puffing in frustration while your face flushed more the longer this went on.

His slender fingers slid up and down your wet slit, spreading your wetness over his fingers as he dipped his head down again and his lips ghosted over your sensitive nub. A small smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth once he saw you gasp at the sudden contact and the feeling it brought. Feeling his pants get tighter from just watching your reactions.

"Have nothing to say now? What happened? I thought you wanted to chat about the paperwork ..the mission."

His words made your eyes open, pupils blown with lust and need but your expression was nothing short of frustrated. With yet another huff you responded by tangling one of your hands in his hair, fingers pulling at his silver strands. His fingers ceased their movements completely at that.

"Ah, ah, ah.."

You look down at him again, seeing him put some distance between himself and your needy core while his fingers remained pressed against you. The growing need in your abdomen was so hard to ignore now, you let out a quiet whine.

"Not so fast Y/N.. Tell me, what do you want?"

A pout was prominent on your lips as your eyebrows pinched together. With a plea already on it's way out of your mouth

"Kakashi please- please just get to it already."

You pleaded quietly, bucking into his hand just to feel some friction again to drown your needs. Without so much of a warning, one of his digits slid between your wet fold and into your dripping cunt, pulling a sweet groan from your throat.

"What was that?"

He asked, propped up above you now completely. Your hand now falling from his head to grip at one of his wrists now. Looking for some kind of support and an outlet to take your built up frustration on. With a whine you threw your head back, sealing your eyes shut for a moment, focusing on the darkness instead.

"Pleaseeee...just..fuck me already."

Another plea, another digit in your hole. You gasped softly, finally feeling somewhat less frustrated with his previous teasing. Yet it was so far away from what you both wanted.

"Kakashi! Come on, I'm- please Kakashi."

You continued, writhing underneath his body. Your hand let go of his wrists and with both of your hands you pulled his head in for a heated kiss. He kissed you back with the same force and passion, thrusting his fingers deeper into your core at which you gasped into his mouth.

"Kashi'- I'm begging you- please-"

Hushed and haste whispers of pleas left your mouth between the heated kisses, your hands free to caress over his broad shoulders and his back- everywhere you could reach him. The more his fingers thrusted into you, and the longer his thumb circled over your swollen nub, the more you felt the coil in your belly tighten. You were beginning to come so close to your release. So close!

Then nothing. Pulling his fingers from your core and after making a show of tasting you he buried his face in your neck as his hands resumed to feeling you all over, ignoring your sudden whine and build up of frustration.

"Agh!- Please!"

Feeling his smirking lips trace over the slowly appearing marks in your neck and breast you were left feeling empty. The coil suddenly disappearing completely.

He now only grinded into you, but you knew he wouldn't put up with this for too long either. Your fingers gripped onto his back before moving to try to push him off and he followed lead for now. Allowing you to push him into the seat and climb on top of him, your legs straddling him. It was quick work, moving only to pull his pants off in which he assisted you with.  And before long you were back in his lap, your hips pressing against his erection. He looked at you with his head tilted slightly, a ghost of a smirk playing around his lips, the lips you couldn't stop kissing now. And just like he did to you, you returned that now. Kissing down his cheek and to his neck while grinding down onto him. His calloused hands gripped at your hips and played with your clit again.

Moving one of your hands down his abs, you caressed over the more sensitive patches of skin you knew too well, before going even lower to grab hold of his dick and guide it to your entrance. You heard him gasp, ever so quietly above your ear when you pressed the tip of him into you. Pulling your head up and you stared into his eyes, unable to look away as you slid yourself down onto his cock. Kakashi was blown away, as were you, with the intensity of the moment. Both were already breathless even before you started to move.

The pace was set as you quickly started to bounce on him, his hands securing you on top of him while your hands gripped his shoulders and the back of the couch behind him. Grunts and groans were all that was heard in the room besides the sound of skin against skin. Finally you felt the coil return to your gut, it made you so desperate for the release. Making you continue to bounce on top of him with even a harder pace. The man under you moved his hips to meet your own suddenly, making you gasp loudly in surprise.

Starting to whine again your hands began to caress over him again, for a few moments before they returned to gripping the couch until your knuckles turned white. Gripping them as the pleasure was about to burst in your abdomen. Kakashi was now pushing your hips down onto him, grunting while you moaned out his name and even more pleas which were music to his ears. The rhythm at which your hips met started to fall apart, his hips stuttering in movement as your own slammed down onto him.

"I'm so close Kashi'!"

Just as you said that, he pulled out and seated you onto his lap again, huffing out a chuckle as he watched your surprised expression.

"You really thought I'd let you go off the hook so easily, didn't you?"

You were speechless, as another frown etched it's way onto your lips for tonight and before you could respond properly with all your fury, he was attacking your breasts again. His hands glided over your sides with a feather light touch before securing your hands behind your back when you started to retaliate against his actions. You couldn't help but whine and moan, pleas and protests proved to be to no avail, you were at his mercy. Slowly he inserted himself inside you again, still kissing at your neck and shoulders, but he didn't start moving until way later. Now the pace was set by him, starting off so painfully slow. Your head was a puddle now, words incoherent as he slid himself in and out of you.

Gradually he sped up his pace and carefully released your hands that returned to clutching onto him for support. The building up of your orgasm was quick to come, and now you didn't dare and couldn't form any solid words. But with the way your cunt pulsated and tightened around him, he knew you were close again. And seeing you the mess you were then, he assumed you learned your lesson now. He thrusted up into you, meeting your own hips half way and he listened to the moans coming from your beautiful lips.

You groaned out in pleasure. Battling to keep your breath in check, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Kakashi leaned in-between your neck and shoulder, biting down as his arms fully encircled your hips and with a final thrust you saw fireworks behind your eyelids, closing your eyes tightly as a moan was pulled from the back of your throats. Feeling Kakashi's warm mouth on your neck and the strength at which he held you there, your mind turned into even a bigger mess than before. Your head swimming with pleasure as you grinded in small circles to bring yourself down from your high. Staying still like that for a few moments, both of you catching your breaths and in each other's arms. Panting, and lazily caressing each other. Soon he brought his forehead to rest against yours, half-lidded eyes looking into your own.

"Don't.. don't you do this...teasing thing ever again.."

Your lover said finally, his head resting back against the couch. His thumbs gently massaging into your sides.

"But you liked it at the end…"

Your eyelashes fluttered as you looked up at him, your head resting in his shoulder. Smiling at him you saw him reflect the smile, hugging you closer to him, a low hum vibrating through his chest as he chuckled lowly.

You've heard of CRIME. ALLEY. Now get ready for SESAME. STREET.

^ loaded his gun with skittles instead of rubber bullets. Now everyone gets to taste the (biodegradable) rainbow ✨

EDIT - now featured in the second chapter of @darlingatlas's super funny fic, here!

Amazing prompt from @jarro-stan-account below cut!