A/N: Rated M for explicit sexual scenes, violence, and some more specific trigger warnings later on. There will be lemons, violence, romance. This is a very self-gratifying story for me in all honestly (and I usually write it when alone and intoxicated), so please read at your own discretion. You've been warned!
CHAPTER ONE
She was sitting at the bar alone.
It was Halloween night, and somehow the silver haired shinobi had been dragged out for drinks with Gai and Asuma. It was rare that they would all have the holiday off duty together, so he attempted to make the most of it, downing a few drinks and coasting on the calming effects of the buzz and quietly engaging in conversation with his old friends.
They were several hours into their festivities at this point, and somehow they'd made their way into some hole in the wall. It was more a tent than an actual building, with the storefront open to the quiet section of the street it sat on, yellow lighting and clouds of smoke billowing from the bar and contrasting with the grey, cold street.
How much have I had to drink tonight? Kakashi was thinking vaguely to himself. How did I not sense her here? Of all the places to wind up.
He spotted her from their table, sitting up by the bartender. Asuma obliviously grabbed three beers and paid, returning to their table with a wide grin and flushed cheeks. He didn't seem to have noticed her, tucked away to the side, shoulders slumped, and a curtain of dark curls closed around her face.
He couldn't help but take the sight of her in. It had been several months since they'd been in such close proximity to one another – close enough to feel her familiar chakra signature, to smell her fucking hair as a winter breeze sweeps through the tent. It all had this profoundly calming effect on him, and he felt his insides twist with shame. He had promised himself he'd stay away from her, for her own good as well as his.
But I suppose looking can't hurt, he rationalized.
Even slumped and hidden, she provided an admittedly nice view. Dark hair, so dark it looked blue when the light hit it – like midnight, he'd always thought – always kept in loose curls and choppy layers so that they laid out like a wild halo around her round, feminine face. Her skin was cold and pale, and he knew that equally cold artic blue eyes stared blankly at her drink. He could see her slender shoulders tensed, the muscles on her toned back standing rigid, and he couldn't help but sneak a glance further down: to wide hips, well-muscled legs, a great a-
No, he told himself firmly, pushing the thoughts aside. Followed briefly by: Oh hell, is she wearing a costume?
She was, and a tiny one at that: she wore a small black dress, off the shoulder with long flouncy sleeves that ended with elastic and a small ruffle, and a short, ruffled skirt with high stockings and heels. A witch's hat was sitting beside her on the bar top.
This has to be Anko's work, he groaned internally.
She lifted a slender arm, waving down the bartender and asking for the check. He assumed she was aware of his presence, hence the tensed shoulders and hasty exit. And, of course, the fact that she was a gifted sensor. She probably sensed him coming this way long ago.
He wondered briefly if she remained here on purpose so that he would see her, and if this hasty exit was indeed just a tease. He shook the thought from his mind as it led to dark places.
He watched her pay through frequent glances. She stumbled when she stood, indicating she'd had quite a bit to drink, and her skirt stuck to the back of her thigh with sweat from sitting so long, hiking it up too high for his comfort. She stumbled towards the street, forgetting her witch's hat, and Kakashi felt irrational anger twist inside of him. He stood, his friend's stopping whatever conversation he hadn't been participating in to look at him with puzzled expressions. Kakashi downed the rest of his beer quickly.
"I'm going to head out, thanks for tonight," he said, flashing his usual eye smile. He was stalking over to the bar before the other shinobi could respond, grabbing the hat from the bar and following the sweet smell of her shampoo out into the dark street. She was walking slowly, her head tilted back, humming gently to herself. Aside from the bar, the street they were on was very quiet.
Her short skirt was billowing in the breeze precariously now, no longer anchored to her through sweat, and Kakashi sighed heavily.
"You left your hat," he said once he'd caught up to her, plopping it on her head.
She laughed lightly, "How are you, 'Kashi? It's been a while."
"You're drunk," he stated, a bit colder than he intended.
"You aren't exactly sober," she retorted with a snort, spinning around to face him.
He'd thought it when they first met and he found himself inertly thinking it now, as cliché as that may be: She is a force of nature. With her wild hair, piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, full lips… She was a good deal shorter than him, as she was a shorter than a lot of women too, but her figure was full, womanly, and striking nonetheless. She radiated a certain femininity and softness in the curves of her full bust and hourglass figure, which is something that due to the physical demands of the job many female shinobi lacked.
As the moonlight glinted blue off her midnight hair, her painted lips parted and her cheeks and exposed shoulders flushed with cold, her pale skin almost seemed to glow. It may have been the liquor, but at this moment, she appeared to be more a fertility goddess come to tempt him than his old comrade.
Did she look this good before?
He blamed the costume, a petty bitterness building in him once more. Rational or not, he didn't enjoy the fact that she was wandering around drunk, vulnerable, and dressed like this all alone.
He thought it was best to not say anything though.
"I didn't think you'd come out tonight," she said, always one to easily fill gaps in conversation, a skill that Kakashi clearly lacked.
"I was more or less forced."
She laughed, and the sound sent a jolt through him. "It was the same for me, and what a mistake that was. I was dragged to some awful party – I think there's still someone's vomit on my shoe, gross. Anyways, I made my escape as soon as I could."
She started to walk, and Kakashi followed. The shame in his stomach grew hotter, but he couldn't resist. He couldn't find his rational thoughts, the ones that had kept him away for so long, in the cloud of alcohol, shampoo smell, and fucking Halloween costumes, so he just continued to walk, unsure of what to say.
His companion suddenly veered off into a small shop, leaving him on the street for a few minutes before she emerged with a brown bag. He could hear the clinking of two glass bottles inside.
"I've already come this far so screw it, I'm going to go home and get drunk alone," she announced, pumping her fist into the air, her cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. "D-do you want to come?" She shot him a nervous sideways glance before fixing her gaze to the ground and tensing.
I shouldn't, he almost said, wanted to say. That's what he should say. Kakashi was a man of great control – he didn't say things out of passion, he didn't act out without thinking – but he couldn't think straight around her. She was the opposite of him: she lived her life impulsively whenever she could. Not quite thoughtless, but he knew she valued personal happiness and emotional fulfillment more than he did. She lived her life with more passion than he often did.
Tonight, he found himself angry at the shame he felt whenever he yearned for her. He didn't want to deny this tiny piece of happiness presented to him practically on a silver platter. So, surprising both he and his companion, he said: "Yes."
In two hours' time, he found himself seated on the floor beside the young woman, a half empty bottle being passed back and forth between them. Things felt much foggier, and his body felt light. They'd talked for a while, though once the first bottle of sake was finished, the duo had lulled into a comfortable silence, staring at the night sky visible out the window from where they sat.
The young woman shifted so that she was closer to Kakashi's side, sighing and dropping her head to his shoulder.
"Thank you for tonight," she said softly, and Kakashi could smell her sweet, alcohol laced breath. "I didn't want to be alone."
Me neither, he thought to himself.
He didn't dare speak with her touching him and the second bottle of sake so dangerously close to being empty. He placed the bottle carefully onto the ground and stretched his legs out in front of him. Again, he found himself overwhelmed with her sweet, familiar scent, and her warm presence. Without thinking, he relaxed into her, resting his cheek on her soft curls, and closing his eyes a moment.
"I've missed you, Kakashi," she said in a sad, tiny voice very unlike her usual lively tone.
"Every day," he admitted against his better judgement. He was already screwed; he might as well give in now. There was no way he could leave here tonight unless she forced him out.
She let out a frustrated noise, moving so that she was straddling him on the ground, Kakashi's legs stretched out in front of him and his back pressed against the wall. He instinctively placed his hands on her waist, and it was impossible to not notice how small it felt in his hands, with her large breasts looming above them and her short, fluffy skirt bellow. He felt himself stiffen against pants.
Her eyes were like windows: you could always see how she was feeling in their depths. She looked angry, a bit confused, and hurt. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth as she studied him with her intense gaze. Kakashi couldn't help but be ashamed of the hurt in her eyes – hurt that he had clearly caused – and the shame only intensified as his desire for her grew. He wanted her, but he felt he didn't deserve her after the way he'd treated her.
His hand went up to caress her face, and she softened. "I'm so sorry, Amaya," he said. "You deserve better than me."
The anger returned to her eyes, and then she was kissing him. Her full lips passionately mashing against his, pulling at his bottom lip and tangling her tongue with his. She sat herself down in his lap as she did so, pressing into the growing bulge in his pants.
She pulled back slightly, both breathing heavily and looking intensely into the other's eyes. "You don't get to tell me what I deserve, not like this. You can't dictate to me what I should want!" she spat out before he could pull her back in.
He couldn't process what she'd said just yet, but he would remember it. Kakashi was done feeling ashamed for the moment; all he had the capacity to feel at this time was desire, hot and overwhelming and commanding.
He wanted her, oh god he wanted her. Every inch of him felt like it was on fire, and he found himself wishing for more hands because there wasn't enough of him to grab hold of all the places he wanted to. Her soft, full ass filled his hands nicely, but then here was her slender back, and the perfect breasts being shoved against his chest, bulging from the skimpy corset-style top.
Kakashi broke away from her mouth, extracting a protesting whimper from the young woman, and began to trail kisses down her soft neck. She moaned gently, causing his erection to pulsate painfully against its confines. His hand slid up her side as he kissed her, pulling down her top and grabbing the flesh within it. He could feel her nipple harden in his hand, her soft breasts heaving with moans and gasps as he began to tweak her nipples, sucking them as she ground her hot sex furiously over his pants.
"K-Kakashi!" she cried as he began to bite slightly. "Please…"
He halted his attack, looking up at her with a smirk from his place nestled between her breasts. "Please, what?" he questioned playfully. Amaya began to squirm, pushing her chest into his face, trying to tempt him to pick up where they'd left off.
She whimpered, frustrated, when his tongue playfully teased her nipples, leaving them cold, wet, and aching.
"Please fuck me!" she finally moaned in his ear, grinding and jerking against him as he teased her. "I'm so wet, Kakashi, please, I need you inside of me…"
The moan was enough to send the silver-haired shinobi spiraling over the edge, and he growled, grabbing hold of her, and standing so that she squealed and clung to him, interlocking her limbs around him.
It was a short trek to the bedroom, and he set her down on the bed, taking a moment to appreciate how she looked there, hair sprawled around her on the white bedding, cheeks flushed and lipstick smeared, her breasts pink and still removed from her tiny dress. Kakashi pushed the skirt up, a jealous twist in his stomach when he saw the tiny, black lace panties that she had worn under such a small skirt. He pulled them down, slipping them over her legs. He then removed her stockings, running his hands over the smooth skin, squeezing the firm flesh of her thighs.
He removed his shirt and laid himself down on her, her bare chest pressed against his, the skimpy black dress still covering her arms and laying over her now naked body. He kissed her again, softer this time, gently pushing his tongue into her mouth as they melted into one another. Kakashi shifted so that his hand now rested between her thighs. He could feel the hot wetness before he touched it. He pressed the pad of his thumb to her clit, and he felt her body jerk and she let out a small cry of pleasure.
Rubbing it in gentle, circular motions, he moved his lips from her mouth back to her breasts, reveling in the gasps and groans his lover was letting out as he touched her. His tongue flicked ruthlessly at her nipples, sucking, and rubbing them until they were pink and raw.
"Kakashi…" she moaned, her pussy throbbing against his hand. He pulled back, now looming over her so that he could see her face, before thrusting a long finger inside of her. She cried out, arching her back, and he could feel the spasms of her inner walls, rejoicing at being touched after being teased for so long. He added another finger, and she looked into his eyes with intensity as he pumped them in and out of her, her face contorted with desire for more.
He stooped again, gently kissing her neck, her breasts, her naval… Until finally he was kissing the aching spot between her legs, and then licking her clit in a way that made young Amaya push herself away from him gasping.
Kakashi grabbed her legs so that she couldn't escape, intensifying his oral assault until he could feel her tensing.
"Oh god, I'm going to –" she cried before screaming out, her walls spasming around his tongue as she came.
Kakashi groaned as the waves of her pleasure washed over him, causing him to grip her thigh and see spots.
You see, Amaya was an empath, and a particularly gifted one at that: she was born with the ability to sense the emotions of others, as well as project her own emotions to influence other people without their knowledge. Kakashi was well aware of her abilities, as well as the phenomenon that took place during her orgasms.
Fuck, I've missed her, he thought as the feeling subsided.
He kissed her clit gently after, Amaya whimpering as she recovered from her orgasm with a shaky hand tangled in his white hair. He then came up to lay beside her on the bed, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. She locked a leg around him, pulling him into her as they were laying on their sides.
Kakashi allowed her to gently shove him onto his back, and she straddled him once again.
She removed her dress, sliding it easy over her head and leaving her body completely bare. Kakashi's erection was past painful at this point, and he quickly undid the clasp and zipper, sliding them down with his underwear to his knees before laying back down.
His erection now stood full mast, and Amaya's eyes darkened, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. She walked herself back on top of him, leaning to inspect his member more closely. She stroked it, causing her partner to moan and grip the sheets. Smiling again, she licked the tip, slowly and agonizingly swirling her hot, wet tongue around the salty tip of his throbbing cock.
It was all Kakashi could do to keep himself from grabbing her by her curly locks and cramming his dick as far down her throat as it would fit. His chest heaved from the effort of restraining himself from such primal desires.
She slipped him into her mouth, as slowly as she could while looking up at him. Her absent hand went to fondle his balls, extracting another groan from Kakashi. She kept sliding him into her mouth until he was sure no more would fit, until she grabbed the base of his shaft with his hand and shoved her head down even harder, mouth fucking him so deep that each tiny thrust made a wet choking noise in the back of her throat.
Kakashi was panting now, and he could feel that he was getting dangerously close to the edge. He wouldn't last long enough to do all of the things he wanted to do at this rate. He gently pried her off of him, tugging her back into her original position straddled over him. His cock dripping with saliva, he positioned himself at her entrance. He throbbed, restraining himself from thrusting himself to the hilt right then and there. He looked up at her, and she down at him. Their eyes were dark and intense, and Amaya went down onto her hands and knees above him, kissing him as she pushed herself down onto his member. She moaned into his mouth as he slid deep inside of her, and Kakashi could've cried for how good it felt to finally have his tired, teased cock within her. Her walls were wet and her muscles kept clenching around him.
She started to fuck him, still maintaining their passionate kiss. Her bounces were slow at first, and Kakashi wrapped his arms around her, pressing her breasts into his chest as her ass slapped down onto him, her pussy getting wetter with every tiny thrust of his hips.
Amaya broke the kiss as the wet slapping grew louder and faster, and her moans turned to screams.
"Kakashi!" she cried out as he fucked her harder. "Oh god, you fuck me so good!"
Her words made him ache, and the animalistic desires within him grew stronger. He slapped her ass as he pumped up into her.
Pushing her down so that he was all the way inside of her, he then flipped her onto her back, never taking himself out of her, and began to rub her clit while he thrusted, trading the short, deep thrusts, for long penetrating pounds. He pulled himself almost completely out of her before thrusting back in, hard enough to make her cry out each time. He rubbed her clit faster as he sets this new rhythm, grunting and groaning as waves of pleasure washed over him. He could no longer tell where exactly Amaya's pleasure ended and his began, only that it was overwhelming and intense.
The black-haired woman twitched oddly bellow him, tears in her eyes as she pinched at her own breasts, gripping onto them and tugging at them in her frustration.
"TAKE IT, PLEASE!" she begged, her tears now flowing down her cheeks. "PLEASE, KAKASHI, I'M YOURS, FUCKING TAKE ME!"
Kakashi slumped over her, his forearms supporting him on either sides of his lover's face. He began to pound into her, grunting loudly with each thrust while Amaya screamed. He could feel her pussy start to twitch as her begging grew more frantic and harder to understand.
He fucked her harder, his balls slapping forcefully into her now soaking wet asshole and the mattress protesting beneath them. When she came, she let out a cry that was nearly inhumane, and Kakashi was floored with the most intense projection of pleasure she'd ever given him. He kept fucking as she now sobbed, arching her back and twitching against him. Kakashi's sounds were almost animalistic as he fucked her through her intense second orgasm.
The projection grew more intense until his sight went dark and he collapsed on top of her, thrusting his erection as deeply into her as he could before mindlessly ejaculating inside of her. Amaya could feel the throbbing, trembling explosion inside of her, and her intense pleasure made her forget how unusual it was for him to be so uncareful.
Kakashi started thrusting again, his face buried in her neck as he savagely slapped into her, panting and whimpering. Once he'd fucked his load into her, he pressed himself back inside, not ready to leave the warmth just yet.
Amaya stroked his back and kissed his shoulder as she pulsed around him, whispering sweet little loving things as he calmed down.
After several minutes of this, Kakashi's breathing calmed and he pulled out of her, collapsing at her side. She turned and snuggled into his side, tucked beneath his arm. He could feel her tiny body was still shaking, and he felt a twinge of remorse, afraid he'd been too rough with her.
"Are you okay?" he asked her, kissing the top of her hair.
"Mhmmm…" she sighed happily, giggling against his bare skin.
He rubbed her back as they sat there. Kakashi could feel exhaustion over taking him, his body heavy and relaxed for the first time in a while. Amaya slipped off to sleep first, her breathing growing heavy and even, and Kakashi soon followed.
Be it the alcohol or the great sex, neither of them put too much thought into Kakashi's Careless Creampie, and it was not remembered by either of them when Kakashi woke the next morning, the couple tangled in one another's arms.
Kakashi winced as memories of the night before flooded back to him, along with a throbbing headache. He silently dressed himself, sliding open her large bedroom window to make his exit before she would wake, and he'd be pulled back into her once more. He glanced back at her, her pale skin dewy and her long eyelashes spread on her cheeks. He sighed under his breath and turned to leave.
"'Kashi?" she asked sleepily.
Kakashi paused in the window.
"Does this really make it easier?" she asked, a cold, wounded edge in her tone. "Pushing me away like this… If I died tomorrow, would this have made the loss easier? Or would you just regret the lost time?"
Kakashi felt his shame burn bright inside of him, but her words were like ice water. He felt shame of a different nature now, and this time it was ice cold.
He lingered by her building for a moment after leaping down from her second story apartment. She had waited as long as she could, but she couldn't hold back the bitter sobs any longer. Kakashi listened to her pain for a while before returning home alone, the sound haunting him for the rest of the day.
She deserves better than me.
A/N: More coming soon ~ ! Reviews are love/encouragement. Their backstory will be uncovered slowly as we progress, so it's okay to be confused about what time period they're in right now/how they know one another.