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Unmasked Desires| Kakashi Hatake Smut

Kakashi Hatake x Reader | Smut | MDNI

Synopsis. It started with a few drinks—casual, harmless, something to take the edge off after a long mission. But alcohol has a way of loosening tongues… and inhibitions. One minute, you’re teasing each other like always. The next, Kakashi has you pinned face down, whispering things that can’t be taken back. Tonight, the mask finally comes off—and he shows you exactly what he's been holding back.

Genre. Smut, Tension Relief, Slow Burn Snapping Point

Warnings. MDNI, explicit sexual content, manhandling (waist-grabbing, positioning), alcohol involved, dom!Kakashi, rough & possessive vibes, unprotected, cursing, hickeys, oral

Status. One-shot

Word Count. 3425

[I highly recommend reading this while listening to Wicked Games by The Weeknd]

You're a Jonin who just became an apprentice of none other than Kakashi Hatake. After an exhausting week of the both of you being sent away for an intel-gathering mission, you decided to invite him for a drink in the pub.

The night was cold, the streets weren't as silent as how they were supposed to be as waves of laughter erupted along with the beating of drums outside.

You sit there silently, chin resting on your palm as your fingers simultaneously tap on the glass of liquor in front of you. Your chest is weirdly beating fast, it's as if you're feeling extra excited.

"Hey there. 'M sorry, I'm late." A familiar husky voice caught your attention. You turn to look with half-lidded eyes. You're one drink away from being drunk after consuming a good amount of alcohol waiting for his tardy ass to arrive.

"Kakashi?" You call his name.

A soft smile appears, his eye crinkling above the mask. He didn't waste another second and immediately sat on the stool next to you.

The both of you ordered bottles of your favorite drinks, even debating which one tastes better. Because of that, you guys ended up ordering almost every single drink there is. You even ended up doing a drinking competition against him.

You guys erupted with loud laughter as you told each other funny stories of your past. For the first time in so many years, you felt fulfilled again. You never laughed like this with any other person you've been with before.

Kakashi...he was able to bring out another side of you no one else was able to do.

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter, spilled liquor, and slurred stories. Unfortunately, Kakashi's head rests on the bar. Just when you thought he had a higher alcohol tolerance than you, he's now drunk and asleep.

You press on your temples, what the hell are you supposed to do now? Helping him walk home might be the best thing to do. Besides, you already know where he lives so it's less of a hassle now.

But how in the world are you supposed to carry a drunk man with you when you are drunk yourself?

"Damn you, Kakashi." You grit your teeth, sucking in a sharp breath.

Hopeless, you let out a heavy sigh and stretched your arms before you grab onto him, draping his arms over your shoulder.

"Goodness gracious" You murmur to yourself. He's not as light as you thought he'd be. You ended up wobbling when you tried to take a single step.

You take out your wallet to pay for the drinks, yet the old man told you that Kakashi had already paid for everything the both of you drank tonight. You didn't even notice.

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, the gentleman already paid for it. Come back next time." The shop owner smiles.

You bite your lip in embarrassment. You were supposed to be the one to pay since you're the one who invited him. The least you could do now as a 'thank you' is take him home safely.

Your sight blurs and your head spirals. Walking home when your drunk is such a challenge, how much more if your carrying an unconscious person with you?

Even thought you struggled to stay awake, you use all the energy left in your body to quickly arrive in front of his house. Thank God you managed to take him home in one piece.

"Where are your keys?" You ask as you guide him in front of his door.

Not even a single proper word came out of his mouth when he tried to answer you. The strong urge to slap him awake sounded like a good idea, but you resisted.

You try to find his keys. He is so wasted that he didn't even flinch when you reached into his pocket. Beads of sweats trickled down your neck as you struggle to reach for it. You eventually found it in one of the pockets of his vest, and you quickly openee the door.

The corridor is dark and silent, you can barely see anything, so you slowly drop him on the floor to find the light switch.

Despite turning the lights on, it was still dimly lit—maybe this is why he is gloomy sometimes, because his house is too. You turn to lock the door and bent over to carry him again. The wooden floor creaked each time you took a step through.

Your eyes wander around. His house is half-empty, and you realize that he didn't have that much furnitures—only the essential ones and some photos of him with his own teams.

You eventually found your way into his room. Strong minty scent immediately crawled up your nose the moment you entered.

"Alright." You groan as you push his heavy body to his bed. Just as when you are about to leave, his hand grabbed your wrist, gently yanking you back.

Your forehead creased. You sat on the edge of his bed—just right beside him. Your hand went to his forehead, trying to feel if he's having a fever, but he's all fine.

"Is there something wrong?" You gently hum, patiently waiting for him to respond.

He didn't give you any answer because he drifted back to sleep again. You decided to take his vest and headband off so he'd be able to rest comfortably. You quietly place his things on the table beside his bed, leaving him only in his black turtle neck.

Your gaze went to his face, the strong desire to take another thing off is tempting you so much.

Yet you know to yourself that doing it is crossing beyond the boundaries so you shook the tempting urge away. But no matter what you do, restraining yourself doesn't seem to work.

He's drunk, he wouldn't be able to know. I'll make it quick. You say to yourself.

You feel your pulse getting quicker when curiosity has finally won. You bite your lower lip, taking a deep breath before you slowly crawl on top of him, trying your best not to wake him up.

Your fingers extended to his face. Sweats trickled down your skin as the silence of the room swallows you whole. You swallow the huge lump in your throat before finally hooking the edge of his mask.

Slowly, you pull it down. Each second revealing an inch of his face you have never seen before. And once you've completely pulled his mask down, your lips part.

You can't properly see his face because his room was dim, yet the moon lit a quarter of it so you were able to have a good look.

Your heart raced at the sight. You've never seen anyone this beautiful before. His features were perfectly made. Chiseled jaw, arousing lips, and a mole perfectly placed under his lip.

Kakashi...he surprisingly looks good, what's the need to hide all of these under a mask?

You wanted to admire his face longer but it's time to put his mask back on. You can't afford getting caught by him, who knows what might happen?

You quietly extend your hand to put his mask on again, but before you could even touch it, his eyes opens and his hand grabs your wrist.

You gasp. N-No way, he's awake?!

"What do you think you're doing?" He groans, his right eye shut close.

"I-It's not like what you think!" You quickly explain yourself. Just as when you thought he's going to push you away, a cocky smirk is tugging at his lips.

"So this is what you want...Y/N?" His voice dangerously dropping low. Tension is thick in the air. One wrong move of you, and everything might go wrong.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I just wanted to-" Before you could even say another word, his hand slowly went to the back of your neck, pulling you in.

You should resist, but you're body betrayed you. Instead, you succumbed to his touch when he pressed your lips into his.

He reeks of alcohol when he opened his mouth, taking your lower lip in. His tongue licks your lip before it went inside your mouth, dancing with yours.

A moan escapes from you, and you feel him smile against your lips.

"You're so sneaky," He pulls away. "I'm not that drunk, you know." He says before kissing you again.

It was just tongue kissing, but your eyes are already rolling back, how much more if...

"Is this what you want?" He hums against your mouth. His hand crawls up to the back of your head, hands spreading through your silky hair before he grabs it, sending shivers running down your spine.

You weren't intimate with anyone like this ever before.

The moment he bucked his hips upward to adjust his position made you almost lose your mind. You can feel him, and he's so fucking hard. You can't help but just moan to what he's giving you.

"Do you feel that?" He smirks, gently pulling your head away.

There's no use asking. You can't even get a single fucking word out of your mouth. Your too drunk...and aroused.

"Look at you. I haven't even started yet but you're already such a mess." A low chuckle grumbles from his chest.

You gasp when he swiftly pushes you to the side, before quickly standing up and then crawling on top of you. He reversed your positions.

His thumb went to your cheek, tracing your jawline, and then to your lower lip. "Tell me," He says, brushing his calloused thumb over your lip. "Do you want this?"

Fuck, there's no use asking that. You're already looking so desperate for it, but he wouldn't do anything if you wouldn't let him know you want it.

"I-I...yes..." Those were the only words you managed to say. A smirk appears on his lips, arousing you even more. He's clearly amused at the sight of you being aroused by him.

An abnormal heat spreads through the entirety of your body, radiating from your core. You're feeling so damn hot.

He bent over and his face went to your neck. You wince at the sensation as his breathing tickles your neck. He gently kiss your neck before sucking and nibbling on your delicate skin.

You want to moan—to let him know how good you're feeling, but you don't want to let him know you're already so down bad for it.

As he sucks on your neck, leaving traces of himself, his other hand went to your shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. Despite using only one hand, his talented fingers didn't take long before he exposes your breasts to him.

Embarrassment colored your face red. Kakashi's the first man to see you in such a vulnerable state.

He pulls your bra down and his hot and electrifying kisses went from your neck, down to your collarbone—intently tracing them, and eventually reaching your nipples. He puts it in between his teeth, playfully yet gently biting, and then licking and sucking on it before he does it to the other too.

Your chest heaves so quickly, you're running out of breath as if he's sucking the oxygen out of you. You can't hold it in anymore and a moan escapes from you again, followed by another, until it became a series of them. It's as if he wants to hear your sweet cries that he doesn't stop on teasing them.

His fingers lifts your skirt up until your legs were fully bare. His hands trailed up your leg, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, until his thumb went to rub and press on your throbbing clit through your panties.

"K-Kakashi!" You cry when you feel his fingers gently and intently brush your wet folds. His thumb drew circles on your pleading clit, while his tongue works its way on your nipple.

"Look at you, so fucking wet." He mumbles.

He didn't waste any more second before sliding your panties to the side, and then shoving two long and thick fingers inside you. You feel your insides stretch around his fingers.

"A-Ah!" A loud moan erupted from you, and it only made him smirk even more.

His fingers curls up and down inside you, hitting a spot that makes you want to close your legs, but he keeps them in place. You wanted to just cum and cry because of how good your feeling—but he's not making it easy for you.

He crawls down until his face is in between your legs, strong hands grabs the back of your thighs before he lowers his head in between your legs.

The tip of his tongue brushes against your wet folds before he pushes it deeper, sucking on your clit after. He's toying your pussy and he's enjoying it so much.

"Nghh...P-Please." You cry. You're so pent up you just need to cum at this point. Yet everytime you're about to reach your limit, he just stops and watch your frustrated face.

"You wanna cum?" He hums.

His tongue withdraws from your cunt before he kneels in front of you, leaving it dripping wet. His hands went to take off his turtleneck, revealing a much more arousing sight. His body is beautifully built.

Two different colored eyes menacingly stare down at you as he opens and pulls down his pants. You weren't able to see the rest anymore because he already lifted both of your legs up in the air.

You only gasp when you felt the tip of his member brushing up and down your folds, making sure it's well lubricated before thrusting it inside you. He didn't say anything, not even a warning when he completely shove his cock inside you.

A sharp pain in your core made you wince and bite your lip, you grip on the wrinkled sheets as you shut your eyes close. Kakashi's forehead creased as he looks down at it.

"You," His tone worried. "You've never done this before?" His grip on your thighs loosened.

You're afraid he's going to stop, but you also know that you can't lie, so you hesitantly nod.

"Why didn't you tell me." He pressed his temples. He spreads your legs open again and then crawling up to you to kiss your lips. "Then I should've went easy on you."

He was still inside you, but he didn't move. Instead, he gave you time to fully adjust around his lenght. And until then, he stayed still and just kissed you.

"Just tell me if it hurts, okay?" His gentle voice arouses you so much. You nod in response.

He puts his arms under your legs and lifts it up. He made sure to adjusts himself in between you before he slowly pulls it back and slide it back inside again.

A knot-like feeling started to form in your abdomen. You don't know what it is but it sure does feel good.

You suck in a sharp inhale as his fingers bury deep in your thighs while he slides himself deep inside you. He made sure to start of slow and gentle until you fully adjust around his girth. His eyes observing you intently under the moonlight, trying to spot a hint of pain.

"Kakashi..." You whimper, your voice cracking under the weight of pleasure.

He hums in response.

"Please, just give it to me..." A needy moan escapes from your lips. You're too pent up with lust and he's there going all gentle on you.

"Don't give me such a desperate face." His hips buck backwards and then forward before he leans in to suck on your neck. Your fingers grabbing his silver hair as you whimper in pleasure.

"You don't have to rush. I'll make sure you'll cum." his tone feral. And with that, he pounds his cock in you just like what you've asked for.

He hits it deeper each time he slides in, making you roll your eyes to the back of your skull—skin flushed as you arch your back. Your hands grab onto the sheets at the sensation.

Pleasure pools in your stomach as you wrap your legs around his waist. He groans softly as you tighten around him.

"Fuck..." He exhales sharply before he takes your lips for another kiss while his fingers draw circles in your nipples, teasing them.

The bed creaks louder and louder each passing minute, and you're closer to your release. You bury your nails in his back and he groans in return.

Sweat and heat enveloped your body as it collides, both of you nearing each others' climax.

"I-I feel like I'm g-gonna pee." You whimper.

A smirk tug at his lips. "That's fine, don't resist it." His pace suddenly picked up and you're caught off guard that you scream in pleasure.

"Fuck, I think I'm going to-" You weren't able to finish your sentence when he continues to thrust his throbbing member inside you deeper...and faster.

You cry in plea, you wanted to cum so. fucking. bad. You buck your hips towards his direction, taking him in more deeply. He groans.

"Please... don't-" He's now made you a whimpering mess and he loves it so much.

Your eyes roll back as you feel like your abdomen is already about to explode. A tear ran down your cheek, pleasure clouding your mind that you can't even think straight any longer.

"Come for me," He groans, grinding his hips back and forth. Slapping sounds occupying the whole room.

You can't hold it in anymore. Your whole body jerk back, your nails digging deep in his back, feeling your release.

Even after knowing that you've already came, he doesn't stop.

"I'm not yet done." In a swift motion, he grabs your waist with firm hands, spinning you with ease until your front pressed into the sheets, your back arched toward him.

His grip was commanding—unmistakably in control—but not cruel, guiding you exactly where he wanted you.

Strong hands grab your waist, placing your ass upwards to his desired position. You're whole body is bare to him now, and he looks down at you with lustful gaze. Seeing in you in such a vulnerable state makes him want to not stop fucking your brain out of you.

You look behind you and your eyes met. Embarrassment swallowed you whole, so you bury your face in the pillow.

His hands grab your back before he shoves himself inside you again with no warning. Your whole body shakes, you can barely keep kneeling.

Your moans are muffled by the pillow that smells exactly like him. He thrusts in and out of you again. Fucking you so hard like there's no tomorrow. You became a moaning and whimpering mess for him as he pounds you hard.

He is perfectly hitting a spot that makes you want to cum for the second time again.

The bed creaks louder each time he shoves his cock inside you, pushing you closer to another release again.

You can already feel his hot and ragged breathing, a sign that he's already close to his release so you tighten around him, wanting to give him the pleasure he deserves.

"Fuck..." He curses under his breath.

His fingers grabbed your ass tightly, and with one final and deep thrust, hot fluid filled your insides. You can feel his member twitching inside you and that made you reach your climax.

He pulls out a minute after and loads of thick white fluid came out of you.

Both of you are out of breath, panting. Now what?

Your body dropped on the soft matress, exhaustion made you want to drift to sleep, but before you could even close your eyes, his arms wrap around your body before he lifts you up from the bed and carry you with ease.

What? No way he's still up for it.

"Don't worry," A smile graces his lips. "I'm just going to clean you up." He reassures. His fingers tucked the strands of your hair behind your ear.

His footsteps quiet as he walks to the bathroom. He gently places you on the edge of the bath tub before turning the hot water on for you.

"Clean yourself up, I'm going to get you some clothes." He says before leaving the room. The atmosphere has now completely changed, he didn't look like the Kakashi who just ruined you a while ago.

You hug your knees and rested your chin on top of them. Now you're left thinking if all of that really did happen or your just drunk and imagining because you like him so much.

One minute, you guys are laughing and telling each other silly jokes. In a glimpse, you guys are already fucking.

After you shower, he helps you wear the clothes he got you. An oversized white shirt and a boxer.

"That's the only thing I have in here that you can wear. Don't worry, I've never worn that underwear."

You give him a light nod. He helps you dry your hair before he carries you back to his bed. He already changed the sheets because the last one was soaking wet.

"Am I...sleeping here?" You look up at him. Your pulse picks up its pace again.

"It's unmanly to just send you home after what we did, plus your drunk. Let's get some rest together until you're fully recovered." A soft smiles appears on his face.

His hand went to the back of your neck, helping you lay down. Before he could go to his side of the bed. He presses his lips against yours once again.

"I love you, Y/N"

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Waiting For You | NaruHina fluff 🍜

╰┈➤summary: a sleep deprived husband coming home after a tiring day at work.

╰┈➤pairing: NaruHina

I brush a strand of my hair behind my ear. It was already past ten and the entirety of the house had gone quiet like it wasn't filled with so much ruckus an hour before because of Boruto and his video game.

"Thank God Himawari decided to sleep in her room tonight." I let out a sigh, my hands holding the plate as I wipe it dry.

Himawari loves spending time with her father so much, if she could spend every day with Naruto—she will without a doubt. Yet, now that Naruto's a Hokage, his time has now been divided. We hardly see him home, if he is, he's probably asleep.

Not that I have a problem with that. From the bottom of my heart, I am genuinely happy for him for achieving his dreams. I've watched him grow over the years, I have seen his strengths and weaknesses, and also the different phases of him; and every piece of those, I had loved so genuinely and deeply.

What's surprising is we now have children. Not one, not two, but three. Who would've thought I'd be able marry him and build a family with him despite myself being too timid to even say a word to him?

Since Naruto's been coming home late for the past few weeks, Himawari would sleep right in front of the door, waiting for her father to come home. And every night of those, no matter how tired she is, Himawari would always greet his father with a warm and big smile.

I can't help but smile at the thought of it. I finally have the life I've always dreamt of.

My gaze went to the hallway upon hearing the sound of the doorknob, that must be Naruto. I gently place the plate back on the rack and dried my hands using the towel before heading to the corridor. My footsteps quiet and soft, trying to not wake either of our kids up.

The door slowly creak open, and a yellow head slowly peaks in. I can't help but chuckle at the sight. He must have be expecting to see Himawari sleeping on the floor again, patiently waiting for him.

His eyes went to the floor and his shoulders immediately plopped down. A faint look of relief on his face after seeing that there's not a sight of his daughter sleeping on the floor. He lifts his gaze, slowly going towards me.

"Hinata..." Naruto's tired voice calls my name. He quietly enters the house before locking the door.

A smile graced my lips as I approach him. To my shock, before I could even get his cloak off, his arms wrap around me—pulling me in for a warm hug.

He buries his face on the crook of my neck, I can't help but jolt at the sensation—his warm and ragged breathing tickling my skin as his body leaned against mine. My hand went to the back of his head, caressing it as the other hugs him back. He must be so tired that he's surrendering his body to me.

Just as I thought he's about to pull away, his hug became tighter as he caresses my back.

"Honey, is everything okay?" I ask, a hint of concern in my tone.

He shook his head, he didn't respond for the first five seconds. "I'm okay, I'm just...tired."

I smile. "It's okay, you can rest now."

The room went silent, the only thing I can hear is his breathing and the beating of his heart. I stood still, not wanting to disturb him until he decides to pull away.

These are one of the moments I'd never want to forget.

"You know, I miss this." He whispers. I hum, my fingers brushing the back of his head.

"What do you miss?"

"You." That one word made my heart jump. Despite being married for over a decade, I still feel cheesy everytime he does or says something lovey-dovey.

"I miss everything about you, honey. Your hands, your eyes, your smell. I miss you, my love."

His words makes me want to melt in his arms. Who would've thought a sleep deprived husband would miss me this much.

"I miss you so much more, honey." I hug him back tighter.