Fifty Shades of Grey


Cooking was not a word Iruka was comfortable with.

He'd never been good at it. Burning ingredients and melting plastic were part of his routine at this point. There had never been a need to learn, not with the amazing food delivery in the area and the prepared meals at the grocery store. There hadn't been a reason until now..

Pleasing your dom was a good reason to learn.

The butt plug snugly sitting inside him was great reinforcement.

The suggestion of what would happen next had Iruka eager to learn how to cook for the first time in his life.

Kakashi's footsteps faded away down the hall, leaving Iruka stiffly standing in his new briefs with pants on the floor nearby. At a loss for words, Iruka almost didn't know what had just happened or what to do next. Arms and legs tensed, he stayed still as if the toy inside him would go off just by movement alone.

With a deep breath, brain power slowly came back on. Okay, first came putting on pants. That was an easy step. At least, he thought that was what Kakashi wanted. Whatever, pants were going back on just to be safe.

The bending down was more of a trial than expected. The butt plug shifted with the movement, and pressed in deeper. He had to pause for a second to control his own breathing as it pressed into a very sensitive spot as he straightened back up. Sliding them back over his hips, it felt weird to put them back on over his bulge. It wasn't a usual sensation. Usually his pants were going the other way.

Zipped and almost presentable, he felt ready. At least, that was until music echoed into the bedroom from the kitchen. Wait, what if it was set to sound activation?

Like a deer in headlights, he waited, but no vibrations came. It was just him and the excited stress pooling in his stomach.

"Fuck," He swore with a nervous tremor. He was already pulsing around the toy and it hadn't even been turned on yet. The impending doom of what was to come next had him so nervous.

He just had to go out there, take the leap before Kakashi could punish him.

Although, punishment would be fun. Kinda scary, but mostly fun.

As much as punishment would be fun, Iruka wanted to play this game. Especially since he had some practice.

He really wanted the plug to turn on even slightly.

Getting to the bedroom door was easy - just a few steps, and he was there. That boost of confidence helped him down the hall, just passed the corner as the music got louder. And then, the vibrations started. Soft, but still, they made him falter.

The music coming from barely a few feet away was low, but Iruka still had to go into the kitchen. That would mean more vibrations, right? The louder the sound, the harder it would be to stand straight. These small, faint ones were easy to ignore. The real problem was everything else to come.

"Take a seat," Kakashi called from the kitchen. Rolling up his sleeves, he was making himself busy between the stove and fridge. A stool was pulled out at the island, inviting innocently.

Iruka just had to watch, by the looks of it. That would be easy, a cake walk. No cooking that he could mess up this time.

Spurred on by determination, Iruka did his best to calmly walk over and sit. The sitting part was the worst, pressing the bulb inside at different angles until he felt comfortable enough and in control of himself. The vibrations kept going, quiet and subtle.

"Today," Kakashi started, pulling out kitchenware Iruka didn't even know existed. "You're going to watch. You'll practice when I'm gone, and then next week, you'll repeat what I did."

"Okay," Iruka nodded, watching as Kakashi set down a gleaming knife. His eyes shone mischievously in a way Iruka knew well from their past encounters. Another challenge he was glad to accept.

"The only rule for today," Kakashi said as his lips curled up in a smirk he so rarely showed Iruka. "Is that you can't touch yourself."

Iruka's cock twitched, solidifying the death sentence that Kakashi was giving him.

"Yes, sir."

Kakashi pulled his phone out of his pocket, deliberately setting down on the counter, face up. With a single tap, the vibrations stopped and switched from the slow, singular wave to sharp bursts that made Iruka gasp and grip the counter.

The toy wasn't set to sound activation. It was on manual. And somehow that felt worse.

"I'm going to teach you how to cook pasta," Kakashi was saying as he moved around, but Iruka could only half listen, desperately trying to pull himself together even as the pulsing radiated into him. "First step, we're boiling water."

Iruka pulled himself straight again, trying to focus on what Kakashi was doing.

"And if you can do this, then maybe you aren't a lost cause after all." That coy smirk made Iruka huff.

"Easy mode," Iruka taunted but Kakashi just smiled back as he stepped up to the island.

"Good, then you won't mind if we jump to step two." Those handsome eyes stared Iruka down watched as Kakashi's hand slowly reached out for the phone, sending the teacher's heart for a loop. He tapped on the phone again and watched intently as Iruka's eyes fluttered shut, back arching into the slamming rhythm.

Everything else was fading away into the vibration beating through him. It was hard to concentrate on what Kakashi was saying. If he angled his hips just right, the pulses would go right through him.

But he wasn't paying attention and Kakashi was saying something.

"Since we're pressed for time, I'll let you use premade sauce." Kakashi's back was turned, doing something at the stove. His shoulders were so strong. That shirt made him look delicious. Iruka wanted so badly for his sexy dom to bend him over his chair. That thought and the vibrations running up his spine were so good he started shaking, losing himself to them as Kakashi kept talking.

All that pale skin just glowed against the dark colour of his shirt. Kakashi's hands moved with ease, doing all the tasks that were being explained that Iruka only kind of heard. The sharp jaw, the birth mark, the smiles, they were all getting to him. Iruka was burning up from the inside out just watching the charming man in his kitchen move and talk. He wondered if this was what it felt like for Kakashi to watch him, hoping that his dom felt the same smoldering ache.

Iruka was so close already, it didn't help that his view was amazing. His erection grinding into his pants and the buzzing inside him and Kakashi's voice in his ears, it all felt so good. He just couldn't help it. All it took was one slow roll of hips, sliding pants against underwear so sweetly.

"Ah," He moaned, finishing with a shudder that had him bending over the counter. The panting that followed was loud, frustrated, but relieved that the pressure had subsided.

Whole body weak, Irukadidn't want to look up. He didn't want to see Kakashi's disappointed eyes.

Fuck. He'd failed. He hadn't even made it to the end.

But Kakashi wasn't frowning. He was smiling, a finger poised over his phone. Iruka knew suddenly that everything was going to get worse.

A tap and that first slow, steady vibration from before started.

"Can I continue now?" Kakashi asked with a far too polite smile, the vibrations slowly growing faster.

"Yes, sir," Iruka managed through flushed cheeks.

"Good." The lawyer pulled out a knife and started cutting vegetables. All things that Iruka would have to remember for next week.

But the buzzing in him grew steadily stronger and he was busy trying to not move as Kakashi spoke and moved. The pulsations didn't stop when he was pulled over the edge again. They just kept going and going, buzzing inside his throbbing walls without faltering. All the while, Kakashi watched Iruka's slow downfall into tearful bliss, watching the last overwhelming orgasm left Iruka mindless and weak.

When he came out of the pleasured haze, he could only blearily remember half of what had been said after all that as he took his prize for sitting through those instructions. Legs weak and the butt plug still seated inside him, he licked Kakashi's thick cock and tried to go through the steps in his head as Kakashi washed the dishes.

"Good job," Was the only praise Kakashi gave that night as Iruka licked cum off his lips. His body was satisfied with going to bed that night, sprawled over Kakashi's pale chest, but Iruka's mind stayed sharp.

This was a challenge he couldn't fail, because the odds were stacked against him now. Iruka knew what he had to make for next week, but only half remembered his instructions.

So, he practiced.

For the whole week, every night, pasta was the only thing he made.

Of course, many turned out over or under cooked. The side vegetables were often left a charred mess, but he didn't let that hold him back. Every time, there was something that went wrong, but he'd try to learn from it. Albeit, most times he still didn't know what went wrong.

"What's that?" Kotestu asked as he sauntered into Iruka's class during one of Iruka's breaks, picking up one of the plastic containers of food. It only made things worse that he looked at it like it was a science project from one of his fifth graders.

"My lunch."

And the other teacher stabbed Iruka's pride with a scoff. "This? This is food?"

Snatching it back, Iruka snapped, "Whatever. Still looks better than your hair brush."

"What is this even supposed to be?" Kotetsu ignored him and studied the other container curiously.

"Pasta." Iruka sulked, sad that it need to be specified.

"You know, I think this is an improvement from all the other stuff I've seen you try to make." It was generally better than most things Iruka had ever tried to make. It wasn't completely burnt this time and they could even see some colours in most of it. "Why the sudden interest in cooking?"

"Well, I wanted to try and make Kakashi something good one night," Iruka lied.

"Aren't you guys like... friends with benefits?" Kotetsu's eyes squinted into suspicion.

"I mean, it's different kinds of benefits."

"So, why the cooking?" Alarm lit up his face. "Oh, Iruka, please don't tell me you're falling for this guy-"

"I'm not!"

"Then what's with the food."

"It's," Iruka caught himself and started burning hot, blushing everywhere when he admitted, "It's a BDSM thing."

"How... how is cooking a BDSM thing?" Iruka had to hush Kotetsu back to a normal talking level.

"It's like... it's a reward system." No one poked their head into his classroom, thankfully.

"So, he's setting you up for failure." Their eyes met and Kotetsu's eyes went wide, jaw falling open. "Oh, he's setting you up so he can punish you."

"Ko, please."

"He is. Oh, what will he do to you if you fail this?" Kotestu asked tauntingly. "Spanking? Tie you up?"

"Kotetsu," Iruka sighed, everything going quiet for a minute while Kotetsu grinned. "I don't like spanking that much. Makes me feel like a child and I've told him that."

Kotetsu just grinned harder. "Oh, so, you guys like to talk about this stuff? Like, you give each other report cards every time?"

"I don't like thinking about my kids when he play, so no." The pointed look Iruka gave Kotetsu was enough to sober them back up, everything going quiet for a second.

Then Iruka piped up, "We have an app."

"Shut up," Kotetsu gasped.

"Well, we mainly talk after or text, but we have an app for limits and it's so great."

"BDSM in the modern age." They both marveled and grinned at each other, giggling like children.

"Oh, god, he is setting me up to fail, isn't he?"

Kotetsu slid off Iruka's desk and patted his shoulder as he left, "You bet your spanked ass, he is."

For the rest of the week, punishment was all Iruka could think of. There wasn't much out there that he'd experienced, but the imagination was a wonderful thing. And Iruka had a very, very, vivid imagination.

By the time Friday night rolled around, it didn't matter how many times Iruka had practiced because nerves had taken over. As excited as he was, there was an anticipation in his stomach that was hard and worried. It wasn't the punishment that brought on those fears, though. It didn't have anything to do with Kakashi, either. It was just the fact that he had to perform. He'd rehearsed and tried his best behind the scenes, but now was the time to put things to the test.

'Be ready.'

Without the context, it would have been a hot text to get on a Friday night, but his hands had a hard time keeping steady as he prepped himself. This time, as the butt plug up slid into him, he only grew more stressed out. Shaking his hands didn't help all the energy building up, muscles tense and burning cold from the unknown. While he wanted to just get this over with, there were too many things that could happen, too many variables.

This dread wasn't something he was familiar with, not when it came to Kakashi. Iruka had to keep reminding himself that everything was going to be okay. That he was in good hands. He'd cook for Kakashi and then maybe get sex in return, depending on how well he did. If he did good, he'd be sore in the morning. If he did okay, he'd be sore but not because of sex. If he did bad...

The doorbell ringing made him jump.

It was time. This was it. God, this was nerve-wracking.

Just walking to the door spiked his blood pressure. He could do this. It was just making food.

Opening the door revealed Kakashi, handsome as ever with a smile and a bag of groceries.

"Oh, you brought stuff." Iruka's heart sank.

Kakashi blinked, "Of course, I did. Just in case."

As Kakashi stepped inside, Iruka took the bag into the kitchen. He didn't know why it was so upsetting that Kakashi had brought over the things they would need.

Then it clicked. It was because it meant Kakashi didn't believe in him to have everything.

And that worried him.

As he put everything out on the counter, Iruka pushed all those feelings down. He was being silly.

Kakashi walked into the room shortly after. His hand went to Iruka's hip, kissing Iruka's hair and asking, "Ready?"

"Yeah," Iruka pulled on a smile.

"Show me," Kakashi muttered into Iruka's ear. Normally, Iruka would have shivered. "Bend over for me."

With a nod, Iruka undid his pants and pulled everything down just below his ass. It felt clinical, showing because he'd been told. He just wanted it to be over with, bending over the counter.

A light hand traced over his ass, pulling open cheeks for a moment.

"Good."

Iruka pulled himself up and Kakashi helped put his pants back in order before Iruka was left alone on that side of the island. As he started on cooking, Kakashi sat on the other side of the counter and pulled his phone out. The vibrating started soon after as Iruka was pulling out a pot. Somehow, the feeling was calming. The whirring helped to concentrate on cooking instead of Kakashi's studying eyes.

He didn't even realise music was playing on his speakers until he got the noodles boiling. The song wasn't recognizable, though. The sauce was finally on the stove when the vibrations kicked up a notch to something that he could feel more, something that drew his attention down.

Unlike most times though, this felt rough. It wasn't harsh in vibrations, but it was rough in the way it dragged Iruka into the pleasure, pulling him in and away from what he was doing. His body felt like it was moving in slow motion. His hands wouldn't go fast enough, but his lower body was pulsing hard. It was distracting, throwing off his rhythm.

What was he doing again?

Cutting vegetables. Yes, he needed to focus on the knife. He really didn't want to cut himself. Couldn't have blood in the food. No, that would mean failing, and then Kakashi would be mad with him and then he'd be punished because he hadn't been good enough, and then Kakashi would be mad at him, and then he'd yell-

"Iruka." Kakashi cut in loudly through his thoughts, as if he'd called once before.

Looking up, Iruka realised his vision was blurry. He couldn't see Kakashi's face clearly.

"I'm sorry." The response was automatic, pretending he wasn't crying and chopping even faster.

Kakashi was already out of his seat.

The knife fell out of his hand and onto the counter as Iruka braced himself for whatever was coming, pulling arms close to himself.

Against all expectations, soft hands touched Iruka's cheeks as Kakashi pleaded, "Hey, look at me."

When Iruka looked up at the warm, concerned face studying him, he melted. The tears fell instantly. His hands reached out for Kakashi's waist and he felt safe again; safe enough to let everything from before go and cry.

"I'm sorry," He hiccuped, but the hands on his cheeks pulled him in. Kisses peppered over his forehead and cheeks, so sweet and soothing.

"Don't be sorry." Kakashi pulled away, taking Iruka's hands in his own to lead him to the closest chairs. Iruka sat and found his legs surrounded by Kakashi's, their chairs so close.

"Talk to me," Kakashi said, so warm and worried even though Iruka didn't know what to say.

"It just felt so heavy," Iruka eventually said, Kakashi nodding without any judgement or opinions. There was just worry, clearly wondering about what was going on inside Iruka's head. It was comforting, grounding him to the present again where he was safe because this was his own home. Kakashi was right there. Kakashi wasn't Mizuki. He wasn't Iruka's Dad. "Like, I just wanted to do things right. I didn't want you to be mad at me and…"

Words failed him, but Kakashi picked up his train of thought. "Were you afraid I'd hurt you?"

"No, no, of course not. It just felt like…" Iruka trailed off, trying to put his thoughts together. "It felt like I was back in high school. Like, you know when you'd have to do presentations in front of class? It was like that all over again."

"Kind of."

Everything went quiet again, breathing in together. And it was better, so much better. This felt normal again, normal to an extent. A sliver of guilt shot through him. He'd overreacted.

"I'm sorry, I just freaked out a bit," Iruka went to stand, but his hand was caught in Kakashi's.

"Iruka," It wasn't a command but a level statement, calm and considerate. "Don't be sorry."

Stunned, Iruka couldn't speak. He could only listen as Kakashi said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I reminded you of things you'd rather forget."

Squeezing Kakashi's hand, Iruka huffed with a smile as tears started to well up again. Thinking of this stuff wasn't easy. He didn't want to talk about it, but he wanted to give those curious eyes an answer. So, he admitted, "My Dad wanted everything to be perfect."

Memories of coming home to a silent house rose up. The fear of finding his Dad in the living room burned so hot he had to speak. "And I wasn't."

The words were out there in the open, real instead of just in his thoughts.

"You're perfect." Iruka blinked at the man in front of him, wondering if Kakashi had truly spoken. It had been so casual, pure instinct. His lips moved again with a sincerity that blew Iruka away. "You'll always be perfect."

And Iruka felt like his eyes were open for the first time in days. Out of the dark tunnel of focus he'd fallen, he could see Kakashi again. This stunning man was telling Iruka that he was perfect just the way he was and it didn't feel fake. The feelings that poured into his words were real and it hit Iruka straight in the chest.

"Even if I'm mad at you or if I'm punishing you, I'll still think you are." Kakashi kept on saying, shyly rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I mean, I want you to improve, of course. I'd like for you to be able to make proper food by yourself."

"I can. It's called takeout food," Iruka joked, both of them falling into laughter as Kakashi slid forward on his chair even further. His long legs trapped Iruka further into his seat, getting into his personal bubble in a way that naturally set Iruka aflame.

It was the inviting smile that reminded Iruka of everything that body could do to him. Kakashi was a gorgeous man, beautiful in body and mind. And he only had his eyes on Iruka, greedy eyes taking in everything they could get. Hands were caressing his legs, sending shivers through him and reminding that there was still a toy inside him.

"Maybe I could still teach you something tonight," Kakashi's voice electrified him. "Help you in the kitchen."

"That could be good," Iruka's voice almost cracked when Kakashi smirked infectiously, dragging him into a searing hot kiss.

Kakashi was gone just as quick, standing and heading back into the kitchen with Iruka following eagerly behind.

"The pasta's done," Kakashi nodded towards the stove and Iruka quickly pulled it off the hot burner, awaiting the next instruction as Kakashi rolled up his sleeves. God, those arms were delicious.

"Let's slice some vegetables," And hands went to work cutting up half a pepper. If Iruka hadn't been drooling, he would have memorized the way Kakashi cut, but he was hungry now. The submissive he'd been minutes before was being peeled away by the thirst clawing up his throat.

Ass pressed against the counter, he watched Kakashi back and rocked into the butt plug slyly, half hoping Kakashi would notice.

"Your turn." Iruka stepped up to the cutting board, taking the knife from Kakashi's hand. The lawyer was somewhere behind him, watching as he made the first cut. Quick to finish the rest of the pepper, Iruka was about to turn around when a familiar hum started at the base of his spine.

"Clean the next one," Kakashi commanded and Iruka did as he was told, pointedly looking at Kakashi as he passed the tall man. At the sink, the toy jumped inside him, his cock leaping in turn.

"Good job," The husky whisper was at his ear, hips pressing Iruka's against the counter and driving him up the wall with the feeling of a teasing length brushing his ass and back. "Cut these and then we can eat."

They wouldn't be eating pasta because, if given the chance, Iruka planned on filling his mouth with something entirely different.

"Slow," Was the last order Iruka heard before the butt plug pulsed hard, again and again as he sliced down. Being careful not to cut anything else was the only thought left in his mind. Even that one faded away into the insatiable heat pouring from the man next to him. They were both on the edge, waiting until the last cut was made. Until the knife was set down.

"Bend over." Kakashi was just as breathless as Iruka felt, eyes burning holes in Iruka's clothes as they were pulled down. Hands squeezed and massaged, spreading him and slowly pulling out the plug. Gasping for air, Iruka held onto the counter against the dizzying touches that came after, especially the slow slide of Kakashi's hot member between his slicked cheeks.

"Kakashi," Iruka gasped as a hand stroked him. It was so much all at once, almost too much. He whined, "Please."

"Please what?" The sinful voice teased against his ear.

"More."

"Tell me exactly what you want," Kakashi demanded, pulling his hands away, so far away.

"I want you to fuck me, sir, please."

Before he could even finish speaking, the teacher was suddenly pressed against the back door, and searing kisses took his thoughts away. Legs wrapped around Kakashi's waist, the pants still hanging off an ankle as suddenly he was filled so exquisitely that his head hit the glass. The moan he made was devoured by passionate lips. The first deft thrust hit at the perfect spot and he was gone.

Iruka could remember saying something about his neighbours being able to see their shadows against the curtains.

"I'll make sure they hear you first," Were the last words burned Iruka into's mind, arousing even after they finished.

Somehow, they were in bed. Bodies slick but sated, they were tangled together under the covers in a mess they were too tired to clean.

"Was your Dad strict?"

Iruka didn't look at Kakashi as he answered faintly, "No. He just wasn't there. He didn't really care about the family unless he could yell about something."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, that's why my Mom filed for divorce."

A kiss was pressed into Iruka's hair. "I'm sorry."

"Life happens," Iruka mumbled.

"Next time, I'll be clear on punishment." Kakashi said as Iruka drifted off. "Clear on what I expect."

"That sounds good." And they both drifted off into sleep.

A sleep that should have lasted more than a few hours.

In the early hours pf the next morning, Iruka heard a buzzing. A phone call. He almost sat up to get his phone, but felt the bed shift.

"Hello?" Kakashi had answered, walking into the hall to talk. Iruka could still hear, though.

"Yes. God. And everything's okay now? Okay, I'll be over in a few hours."

Iruka blearily blinked at Kakashi's tired eyes, asking as the taller man slid back into bed, "What was that?"

"Nothing," Kakashi mumbled, pulling Iruka in close, but Iruka felt that it was more than nothing.