An: ok so this kinda popped into my head one night while I was working. I know it sounds weird but a lot of my ideas are random. Well I hope you like it.
The sounds of flesh hitting flesh could be heard as well as the loud moans of the little vixen that lay under him.
He didn't care what her name was or who she was as a person besides the body he was fucking. She was slender and pale as though she had never really seen outside light or hard work. A little princess. He didn't know why this pissed him off but he began to thrust harder and faster. He wanted to leave marks. He wanted to leave bruises. He stopped his movements only long enough to have her rest on her hands and knees. He didn't give her a warning as he thrust back into her.
He hated this no named whore that was in his bed. His hand raised above him as it came down with the resounding smack against her ass. He could see the hand print and the welt that began to form. He brought his hand back down. She was enjoying this. She was moaning, screaming his name. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard.
He knew she had reached her peak multiple times. He pulled out and came into the condom. The woman was panting in pure pleasure.
He walked to the bathroom clothes in hand and removed the condom performing a small fire jutsu. He didn't need this whore bothering his day to day life.
He simply left her there in her bedroom, she got her worth out of him. He looked at the time and noticed he was a few hours late to meet the hokage. So he figured he might as well go home and shower.
Kakashi was many things, however he was not romantic when it came to women. He especially hated when they would throw themselves at him thinking they could come him with a kid. He'd learned that lesson quick and made sure his lineage would never continue past him. He would be the last Hatake.
An: so this was it. I wanted something different. you got it.