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falloutrebellion · 1 month ago

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Provider Part II (Final)

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Requested by: @fleurinat-t

Summary: You are Houki's mother, a diplomat to the Hyuga family, and an unfortunately celibate MILF. After being introduced to Kakashi, the retired Hokage has decided that he wants a taste.

Part I.

🔞 Mature Content. Minors DNI. 🔞

Tags: Oral (male + female receiving), Dirty talk, Vaginal sex, Fingering, Slight dom. Kakashi

I didn't mean to make him such a dirty old man I swear

The rest of the day crawls by with agonizing slowness. You finish your errands in a daze, your mind continuously drifting to silver hair and that knowing smile. Every time you check the clock, barely minutes have passed.

By seven, you're already in the bathroom, steam filling the air as hot water cascades down your body. You take extra care with every inch of skin, applying scented oils that leave you soft to the touch. Your fingers linger on your breasts, your stomach, between your thighs—imagining his hands there instead.

You slip into your best matching set of underwear—black lace that contrasts beautifully against your skin. Over it, a simple dress that hugs your curves just right, not too obvious but suggestive enough. Your hair falls in soft waves around your shoulders, and you apply just a touch of makeup—enough to enhance but not mask.

Seven forty-five.

You pace the living room, straightening items that don't need straightening. You fluff cushions, rearrange flowers, and open a bottle of sake to relax. Anything to keep your hands busy.

Seven fifty-two.

You sink onto the couch, your heart pounding so loudly you're certain it's audible. Heat pools between your legs as your mind conjures images of what's to come, finding the anticipation unbearable.

Your hand drifts down, almost of its own accord. You press your palm against yourself through the thin fabric of your underwear, gasping at how sensitive you already are. Your fingers find your clit, circling slowly as you imagine Kakashi's touch, his voice, his—

Three sharp knocks on the door make you jolt upright.

"Shit," you whisper, yanking your hand away. You hadn't even heard footsteps approaching. Of course, the former Hokage would move silently.

You smooth your dress, take a deep breath, and open the door. Kakashi stands there, looking devastatingly handsome in casual clothes rather than his usual uniform. His hair is slightly damp, and you catch a hint of cedar and sandalwood.

"I'm early," he says, his dark eyes taking in your flushed appearance. "I hope that's alright."

"It's perfect," you reply, trying to control your breathing while stepping aside to let him in. As he passes, his arm brushes yours, and you have to suppress a shiver.

"You look beautiful," he says, his gaze moving appreciatively over you. Then he pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies your face. "And... a little flustered."

Your cheeks burn hotter. Could he tell what you were just doing? The way his lips curve into a knowing smile behind his mask suggests he might.

"I brought this," he says, mercifully changing the subject as he holds up a bottle of expensive sake. "Though I see you're already prepared." His eyes trail to the bottle on the table, already opened.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” You didn’t want to admit you had to have a cup (or two) to stifle your nerves.

"I'm glad you started without me," Kakashi says, stepping closer until barely inches separate you. "Though I'd have preferred to watch you... Relax."

Your breath catches in your throat. "What do you mean?"

His eye crinkles with amusement. "I'm a sensor type, remember? Your chakra spikes when you're... excited." He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was spiking quite dramatically when I arrived."

Your eyes widen slightly, mortification and arousal warring within you. "Y-you could sense that from outside?"

"Mhm," he hums, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. "Your chakra has a unique signature. Especially when you're touching yourself."

Your knees nearly give out again as you lightly gasp. "Kakashi!"

"Should I apologize?" His fingers trail down your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Or should I help you finish what you started?"

Words fail you as his hand continues its downward path, grazing the side of your breast. You lean into his touch instinctively with a slight whimper.

"I'll take that as a yes," he murmurs, his other hand coming up to the edge of his mask, pulling it down with a swift motion. You almost forgot how handsome he was, struck silent as you look over his gorgeous features.

"You're staring," he says, and without the mask, you can see the full impact of his smile— which you now remembered– was absolutely devastating to your resolve.

"You're beautiful," you whisper, unable to help yourself.

His eyes darken at your words. "May I kiss you now, Ms. Taketori?"

You nod, not trusting your voice. Kakashi's hand slides to the back of your neck, drawing you closer. His lips brush against yours, gentle at first, testing. When you sigh against his mouth, he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to dance with yours.

He tastes like mint and something uniquely him. You moan, pressing yourself against the hard planes of his chest, your hands fisting in his shirt. His kiss is both skillful and hungry, controlled yet desperate. It makes your head spin and your body ache.

When he finally pulls back, you're both breathing hard. His eyes have gone nearly black with desire, and you can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your stomach.

"I've been wanting to do that since I saw you at the training grounds," he admits, his voice rough. "You have no idea how hard it is to keep my composure around Houki when all I can think about is your pretty face.”

Your breath quickens, and your chest begins to match the blush on your cheek. "Kakashi," you whisper, his name a plea on your lips and your hands tangled in his shirt.

His hands move to your waist, sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through the fabric of your dress. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He murmurs against your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way.

"Show me," you challenge, arching into his touch.

He growls—actually growls—and suddenly his hands are everywhere. One palms your breast, thumb circling your nipple through the layers of clothing until it hardens painfully. The other slides down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulls you against him.

"You feel that?" He asks, rolling his hips against yours so you can feel how hard he is. "That's what I’ve been dealing with for weeks."

His mouth captures yours again as his hands continue their exploration, mapping every curve of your body through your dress. You're gasping, overwhelmed by sensation as he presses you into him, one thigh sliding between yours.

"Bedroom," you manage to say between kisses.

Without warning, Kakashi scoops you up, one arm under your knees, the other supporting your back. You yelp in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck as he cradles you against his solid chest.

"Which way?" He asks, his voice strained with need.

You point down the hallway, and he carries you effortlessly, like you weigh nothing at all. His raw strength makes your core clench with desire, causing you to shiver. Your anticipation builds as he shoulders the door open and kicks it closed behind him.

"You're so damn beautiful," he murmurs, laying you on the bed with surprising gentleness. "I've imagined this too many times to count."

"Tell me," you breathe, wanting—needing—to hear his fantasies.

He looms over you, hands planted on either side of your head. "I've thought about spreading you open, tasting every inch of you until you're screaming my name." His voice is low, almost dangerous against your ear. "I've thought about how tight you'd feel around my fingers, my tongue, my cock."

Your breath catches at his filthy words, another whimper escaping your throat.

"About making you cum so many times you beg me to stop," he continues, one hand sliding up your thigh, pushing your dress higher. "And then making you cum once more, just because I can."

"Kakashi, please," you gasp, spreading your legs wider for him as his hands wander up your thighs, dangerously close to your dripping core.

He smirks, that beautiful smile making your heart race. "Ah, so eager. Tell me what you want."

"Your mouth," you admit, past the point of embarrassment. "I want your mouth on me."

His eyes flash with heat. "Where exactly?"

"Between my legs," you whisper. "Please."

In one smooth motion, Kakashi lies down on the bed and pulls you on top of him so you're straddling his chest. "Come here," he says, his voice thick with desire as he grips your thighs. "Let me taste you."

You hesitate only for a moment before shifting forward, your knees on either side of his head. His hands slide up your thighs, fingers hooking to the sides of your lace panties. As he slowly pulls them to the side, you feel your wetness clinging to the fabric, evidence of how desperately you want him.

"You're soaked," he murmurs, his eyes darkening at the sight of your glistening folds. "How long has it been?"

"A few years," you admit, trembling as cool air hits your exposed center.

Something possessive flashes in his eyes. "Years? No one has touched you here in years?"

You shake your head, feeling vulnerable yet incredibly aroused under his intense gaze.

"Their loss," he growls, guiding your hips forward until you're hovering just above his face. "My gain."

The first swipe of his tongue makes you cry out, your hands flying to the headboard for support. It's been so long that the sensation is almost overwhelming—hot, wet, perfect pressure against your sensitive flesh. Kakashi groans against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs against your inner thigh before diving back in, his tongue circling your clit with expert precision. Kakashi's tongue is relentless, sucking your clit before dipping inside you, gathering your wetness before returning to that sensitive bundle of nerves. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as he alternates between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks.

Your hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against his mouth as tension builds rapidly within you. It's almost embarrassing how quickly you're approaching the edge, but you can't help it—it's been too long, and he's too skilled.

"That's it," he encourages between licks, his voice muffled against you. "Ride my face. Take what you need."

"Kakashi," you gasp, one hand moving to tangle in his silver hair. "Oh god, Kakashi!"

He hums his approval, the sound reverberating through your core. When his tongue dips inside you, you nearly scream, your thighs beginning to tremble around his head. He seems to sense how close you are, doubling his efforts as one hand slides up to palm your breast through your dress.

"I can't—it's too much—" you pant, torn between pulling away from the intensity and grinding down harder.

Kakashi pulls back just enough to say, "Let go for me. I want to feel you cum on my tongue," before returning to his task with renewed vigor.

The combination of his words and the relentless pleasure causes the flood gates to open. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as you cry out his name, coating his face in a gush of your juices. Your vision blurs at the edges as waves of pleasure radiate outward from your core, leaving you gasping and shaking.

But Kakashi doesn't stop. He works you through your climax and keeps going, his tongue gentler now but still persistent, coaxing aftershocks from your oversensitive body.

"Kakashi," you whimper as your legs shake around his head, earning a dark chuckle from him as he separates from your engorged pussy with an explicit pop.

You collapse forward, catching yourself on the headboard as your thighs quiver uncontrollably. When you glance down, the sight nearly makes you come undone again—Kakashi's beautiful face glistening with your release, his eyes dark with hunger as he licks his lips.

"Turn over," he commands, his voice rough with desire.

Before you can respond, his strong hands grip your waist and flip you onto your back in one fluid motion. He looms over you, face still wet with your arousal as he captures your mouth in a searing kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue, moaning as he devours you with the same intensity he showed between your legs.

"I want to see all of you," he murmurs against your lips, his fingers finding the zipper of your dress. "Every. Single. Inch."

He peels the fabric down your body with agonizing slowness, his eyes drinking in each new expanse of skin revealed. When your dress joins your panties on the floor, his gaze darkens at the sight of your black lace bra.

"Beautiful," he whispers, tracing the edge of the delicate fabric before deftly unhooking it. Your breasts spill free, and Kakashi's breath catches audibly.

His mouth descends on your nipple, sucking and licking as his hand kneads your other breast. You arch into his touch, desperate for more, your hands clawing at his still-clothed back.

"Too many clothes," you pant, tugging at his shirt.

Kakashi straightens, his eyes never leaving yours as he strips. First his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso marked with scars that only enhance his appeal. Then his pants slid down powerful thighs. Finally, his underwear, freeing his impressive erection.

You swallow hard at the sight of him—thick, long, and already leaking at the tip. Your mouth waters with the need to taste him.

"Come here," you whisper, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. Kakashi steps between your spread thighs, his cock bobbing tantalizingly close to your face.

You wrap your hand around the base, feeling it pulse in your grip. Kakashi hisses through his teeth as you lean forward, licking a slow stripe from base to tip.

"Fuck," he groans, one hand tangling in your hair.

You swirl your tongue around the head, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum before taking him deeper. His thickness stretches your lips as you work your way down his shaft, using your hand to cover what you can't fit.

"That's it," Kakashi encourages, his voice strained. "Take as much as you can. You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth."

His dirty words send a fresh surge of wetness between your legs. You hollow your cheeks, sucking his throbbing length with enthusiasm, spurred on by his praises. Your rhythm increases as you work his shaft, your hand twisting in time with your mouth's movements. His taste is intoxicating—salt and musk and pure masculine need. Every groan that escapes his lips urges you on, emboldening you to take him deeper.

"Look at me," Kakashi commands, his voice strained.

You gaze up at him through your lashes, mouth still wrapped around his thick length, and the sight nearly undoes him. His eyes are half-lidded, face flushed with desire as he watches his cock disappear between your lips.

"Perfect," he breathes, thumb caressing your stretched lips. "So fucking perfect."

You pull back slowly, tongue tracing the prominent vein along the underside before focusing on the sensitive head. Kakashi's breath hitches as you swirl your tongue around it, dipping into the slit to collect the pearly drops forming there.

"I've missed this," you murmur against his heated flesh before taking him deep again, this time relaxing your throat to accommodate more of him.

"Fuck," Kakashi hisses, his fingers tightening in your hair. "How are you so good at this?"

You hum around him in response, the vibration making his hips jerk forward involuntarily. Kakashi's eyes are half-lidded, watching you with an intensity that makes your core throb with renewed desire. You release him from your mouth with a wet pop, then lower yourself further, taking one of his heavy balls into your mouth. The strangled sound he makes encourages you to continue, lavishing attention on both before licking a long stripe back up his length. His abdominal muscles contract as you alternate between sucking his cock and paying attention to his balls, the sight sending shots of electricity straight to your core.

You feel him swell further in your mouth, the telltale sign of his approaching climax. His thighs tremble under your palms as you increase your suction, determined to taste him.

Suddenly, Kakashi gently but firmly pulls you off him, his chest heaving with exertion. "Not yet," he says, voice strained. "Not like this."

With strong hands, he guides you firmly down onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress as he crawls over you, eyes dark with hunger. "I want to be inside you when I cum."

Your heart races as he positions himself between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. "Please," you whisper, lifting your hips in invitation.

Kakashi captures your mouth in a searing kiss as he rubs his throbbing head through your slick folds, pushing forward, stretching you deliciously as he fills you inch by inch. You gasp against his lips, the sensation of fullness overwhelming after so long without. He stills when fully seated, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your shoulder. "So tight, so wet for me."

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Move," you plead, nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Kakashi, I need you to move."

He obliges, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that has you seeing stars. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your breathless moans, and his deep groans as he drives into you relentlessly. It was as if he couldn’t stop himself from driving into you, savoring the way you clenched around him.

"Touch yourself," he commands, his voice rough with exertion. "I need to feel your pussy cum around my dick.”

You whimper loudly at his words, sending a chill through you that causes you to squeeze your insides tighter, earning an even louder groan from Kakashi. Moving your hand between your legs, you begin to circle your clit and he pulls away just enough to watch.

Your fingers move faster, matching the rhythm of Kakashi's powerful thrusts as pressure builds rapidly inside you. The stimulation is overwhelming—his thick cock stretching you perfectly while your fingers work your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"That's it," Kakashi growls, his pace becoming erratic as he watches your fingers work. "Let me see you fall apart."

The coil of tension snaps suddenly, violently. Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm tears through you with unprecedented force. Your walls clamp down on his length, pulsating with such intensity that your vision blurs at the edges. A scream tears from your throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, your body convulsing beneath him.

"Fuck," Kakashi hisses, his eyes locked on where your bodies join, watching your pussy swallow his cock as you come undone. "Look at how wet you are," he groans, his voice strained. "The way your pussy lips grip me—it's fucking perfect."

Your release seems endless, fueled on by his continuous praises, each pulse stronger than the last as Kakashi continues to drive into you. His expression is one of awe and raw desire as he watches your fingers still working your clit, your juices coating his shaft with each thrust.

"I can feel every twitch," he groans, his pace becoming uneven. "Every pulse of your tight little pussy around me."

His words push you higher, prolonging your orgasm as your body trembles beneath him. Kakashi's breathing becomes ragged, his powerful thrusts growing desperate as he chases his own release.

"I'm going to fill you up," he warns, his voice strained. "Going to mark you from the inside."

"Yes," you gasp, still riding the waves of your climax. "Please, Kakashi—inside me."

With a guttural groan, Kakashi buries himself to the hilt and stills. You feel him pulse inside you, hot spurts of his release painting your walls as his face contorts in pleasure. The sensation of his warmth flooding you triggers another smaller orgasm, making you cry out as your pussy milks him for every drop.

For a moment, you both remain frozen, panting, connected in the most intimate way. Then, to your surprise, Kakashi slowly withdraws from you, his semi-hard cock sliding out with a wet sound that makes you blush.

Before you can question him, he's moving down your body, settling between your thighs once more. "I'm not done with you yet," he murmurs, his breath hot against your oversensitive flesh.

"Kakashi, I don't think I can—" Your protest dies on your lips as he slides two fingers into your soaked entrance, curling them to hit that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. His mouth covers your clit, sucking gently as his fingers work you with practiced precision. You can hear the lewd, wet noises coming from your center as you feel your mixed wetness drip down and pool on the bed.

"Oh god," you whimper, your hands flying to his hair, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from your oversensitive bundle of nerves. He curls his fingers, hitting your front wall, and the stars are immediately entering your vision as you feel the hot pressure building. “Kakashi— I—”

“Thats it,” he murmurs against your wet core. “Let me taste you one more time.”

Your hips buck wildly as you cum, a burst of juices escaping you as he removes his cum covered fingers and replaces them with his mouth, lapping up your mixed releases.

The sight of the former Hokage eagerly devouring the evidence of your shared pleasure is almost too much to bear. Whimpering and going limp, he continued to lick and suck at your quivering center, his tongue delving deep inside to collect every drop of your mingled essences. Your oversensitive body trembles with each pass of his skilled mouth, aftershocks rippling through you as he thoroughly cleans you with devoted attention.

"Kakashi," you gasp, weakly tugging at his silver hair. "I can't take anymore."

He gives you one final, lingering lick before crawling up your body, his expression one of pure satisfaction as he gathers you into his strong arms. Your body molds against his, fitting perfectly as he pulls you to his chest, one hand stroking your hair while the other traces lazy patterns on your back. You pull his face to yours, kissing him deeply as you drape your leg over his hips. The taste on his tongue was pure sex and it somehow sent another shiver down to your swollen pussy. You pull away to breathe and collapse on his chest, earning a light chuckle from the retired hokage.

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear is comforting, grounding you as you both catch your breath. His warmth envelops you completely, making you feel safer than you have in years.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, pressing his lips to your forehead. His fingers trace lazy patterns along your spine, soothing your oversensitive nerves.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent. "So are you," you reply, your voice barely audible.

For several minutes, you lie together in comfortable silence, your breathing gradually synchronizing. His heartbeat thrums steadily under your palm, grounding you as you come down from the intensity of your shared pleasure.

"I really enjoy your company," you whisper against his skin, feeling suddenly vulnerable in the afterglow. Your fingers trace one of the scars on his chest, following its path across his toned muscles. "You're welcome here whenever you want, you know."

Kakashi's chest rumbles with a soft chuckle as he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. "Whenever I want? That's a dangerous offer, Ms. Taketori. I might never leave."

Despite his teasing tone, there's something in his eyes—a warmth, a sincerity that makes your heart flutter.

"I mean it," you say, holding his gaze. "I haven't felt this comfortable with someone in a very long time."

His expression softens, the playfulness giving way to something more vulnerable. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle.

"I feel the same," he admits quietly. "Being with you is... easy. In a way that nothing has been for me in years." His fingers trail down your cheek. "I'd like to spend more time with you, not just between the sheets. Though I certainly have no complaints about that aspect."

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest at his words. "So, the legendary Copy Ninja wants to date a single mom?"

"The retired Hokage wants to date an extraordinary woman," he corrects, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Who happens to have an equally extraordinary son."

Your heart melts at words, and you melt into him, feeling complete for the first time in many years.

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