Because I was in a dirty mood tonight, and no one reads this...
Don't judge me. Dirty drunk Kakashi with a talented tongue. I have not checked this at all. One fast write up with no edits so it's probably shit. But I'm just going to leave this here.
The Moment
Whiskey night was every night now. Impending death, killing, fighting, injury in between bouts of boredom had Kakashi chasing the dull kiss of intoxication on more nights that not. Sometimes he’d sit on his livingroom floor in front of the fire and watch the flames dance for ages until he passed out. He’d wake up dehydrated and sweating, half dead somewhat. Other times he’d come to the bar and fuck a barmaid or a random woman in the bathroom before stumbling home - anything to make it all go away for a while.
The worst of it was when he’d woken up naked with two kunoichi on the bed with him and couldn’t remember the night at all. He supposed it would have been the best night had he remembered. Seems other people knew the story - mostly his friends, but they never gave him the details he was craving.
Tonight the bar was empty. Not one other patron sat at the bar with him. The barmaid was on the phone at the other end of the bar and it sounded like she was going to be a while by the way she was arguing with her man.
Thank goodness he’d never settled down. Too much bullshit obligation and tired old routines. He’d get pretty damn bored with a woman after a few months, he was sure. The only one he’d ever been able to tolerate for long periods of time belonged to an asshole that managed to take her for granted as much as possible and she lapped up the punishment like a puppy.
God, sometimes Sakura pissed him off so much he would leave Konoha for a day or two just to avoid her. Because she would look for him. He hated that the most.
Even today, she’d been crying on his doorstep, feeling sad because Sasuke had mailed to say he was going to be gone for another six months. Asshole. Not even the decency to call.
Kakashi was tired of her looking to him for comfort and sympathy. He had none for her anymore.
Frustrated suddenly, Kakashi banged his hand lightly on the bar and held up his shot glass to the barmaid who was still holding the phone to her ear. She waved him toward the bar and turned back around.
Taking that for permission, Kakashi stood up on the barstool rung and leaned over the mahogany to grab the bourbon from behind the bar. He tipped the golden liquid up to pour it in his shot glass, but had a better idea pop into his intoxicated brain.
Rummaging around in his hip pack, he pulled out a couple of twenties and threw them on the bar, then took his new purchase out the door with him. He pulled the silver spigot from the top of it and then pulling down his mask, he pressed the cold glass opening to his mouth and took three big gulps.
“Fuck,” he growled appreciatively as he stumbled toward the general direction that his apartment lay.
“Kakashi?” a soft voice asked from behind him and Kakashi spun to find the bane of his existence wringing that same letter in her hands she was three hours ago when he escaped her last.
“Do you have a tracking device on me?” Kakashi scoffed. “I can’t fucking escape you.”
Sakura’s red eyes widened, the telltale hours of crying had left a mark of deep sadness on her face. He hated that look on her. He hated the line forming between her exceptional eyes and the tightness in her mouth. It was making her look old and broken.
“You want to escape me?” she whispered sadly.
“I want to run every time I see you,” he answered coolly.
“Kakashi… I know I’ve been bothering you with all my shit. I’m sorry. I just need a friend….”
Kakashi’s eyes drew over her tight red shirt which he noticed hugged her sweet ample breasts ever since she turned twenty. Her long legs were goosefleshed in the cold night air under the ass hugging shorts and the flimsy medic skirt. But those boots… He had no words for how much he liked her boots.
“I’m not your friend, Sakura. Nothing I think of you is friendly.”
He stood staring at her and he realized she was staring at him. His mask was still down around his chin. She’d never seen his face before. He was enjoying the way she couldn’t stop staring at him. His own dropped down to the little slit in her skirt.
“What…what does that mean?” she breathed out, her hand pressing open against her chest in shock, the letter all but forgotten.
“You don’t want to know,” he laughed and then took another long swig of his bourbon as he spun to walk away. But she was suddenly in front of him, a hand on his chest to hold him in place.
“I do want to know. Why are you saying this now?”
“Because I’m fucking drunk, Sakura, and you look like sex in that outfit.”
“This isn’t like you,” she mumbled, shocked.
“No, this is just like me. And there are a lot of things about me you don’t know that I’d like to enlighten you on.” Then he brushed her aside and headed a little farther down the street toward home. He couldn’t tell her that in those years together, he loved her as one of his most precious people. He couldn’t tell her that when she was 18, he realized that he was feeling other things for her as well. Sure he wanted to fuck her, but he wanted her to love him like she loved Sasuke too. What an unreasonable desire.
He couldn’t say when that happened to him, that he wanted that for himself so badly he was almost willing to steal it. He’d fantasized more than once about ending Sasuke’s life as well, and that was when whiskey became a good companion. It never failed to put him on the straight and narrow. Those thoughts were too dark, even for him.
Sakura brought out the very worst in him.
He sped up a little between swigs of the heavy burning liquid, and turned down a side street, but he knew she was following him. What the hell was wrong with her?
When he turned down the last street and his apartment was in view, he could tell she was right behind him. He had to end it, make her too afraid to be around him anymore because he was getting to his limit. So he spun quickly - somewhat impressed with himself with how drunk he felt - and grabbed her, pulling her into the small space between two nearby buildings. He practically dropped the bottle to get his hands on her.
It was dark there, only the light from the streetlamp just reaching their feet, and the soft glow from a frosted window at the top of the alley to give shape to their bodies. He held her by her hips against the wall and pressed his mouth to her ear.
“After what I just told you… you still follow me…” he breathed out, feeling her shiver deliciously against his fingertips. “That’s not a good idea tonight.”
“I didn’t want to leave it like that,” she whimpered softly, a little overwhelmed with the situation.
“Bullshit,” he growled against her throat. “You’re testing me on what I said.”
“Why would I do that?” Her words were almost just a breath and she seems to stretch her head to the side to give his mouth more access to her neck.
“Because it excited you.” He slid a hand into the hem of her shirt and stroked her just below her bra-line.
“M…maybe,” she intimated and her body tensed. A small touch of pleasant surprise warmed Kakashi’s stomach with her small confession. She had some dark secrets too.
“That’s good. You should be excited. I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time, Sakura.”
“What…wh…what is that…exactly?
That dirty grin grew on Kakashi’s face. The one he would wear when the barmaid would bend over in front of him and make sure he was watching. But he didn’t give a shit about the barmaid. He didn’t give a shit about the other women. This girl, this woman, he felt too much for. He couldn’t fuck her in an alley, as much as he wanted to because this might be his only opportunity.
Instead, he dropped to his knees, and yanked her shorts down almost too quickly. Fucking hell, she was wearing a white lace thong.
She gasped, but didn’t try to stop him in any way. Instead, she slid her shaking fingers into his messy silver hair, easing him, engaging him, enticing him. Tingles of pleasure spread through his body from her gentle touch and he grew so hard it almost hurt.
Sliding her skirt out of his way with one hand, he slid his other around the back of her thigh and encouraged her to lift one long leg over his shoulder, which she did without hesitation.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the front of the thong and Sakura’s fingers fisted in his hair. He pressed the tip of his tongue to wet it next and she squirmed slightly, her breathing speeding up.
The anticipation was killing both of them, so he slid a kunai from his pouch and cut the thong at the side to tug it away from her body. He used both his hands to slide up the inside of her thighs, rubbing her gently to open her up more for him- which he felt her do with a relaxing of her hips. He used his fingers to open her folds to gaze at the lovely delicate crease of her sex.
“Perfect,” he whispered before moving forward and sliding his hot tongue against her clit, making her immediately jerk in his hold. He wrapped one arm around her thigh over his shoulder to hold her still while he used the other hand to slide his fingers beneath her, finding that spot that welcomed them in. She was so wet already that two fingers slid easily into her and back out.
She gave him a heady groan and so he slid his fingers in again as slowly as he could. His mouth returned and he pressed his lips to her so that he could suck that small bead of pleasure almost too roughly in his excitement.
Small gasps and groans emanated from her. He lifted his eyes to see her head tossed back, her pretty mouth open and her eyes squeezed shut.
It only made his attention more fervent as he pumped his fingers in and out of her and quickly flicked his tongue against her clitoris. He would do this for a while and then put his tongue flat against her to give her long wet strokes of pleasure.
“Oh my god, I’m coming,” she hissed, her hips rolling in time with each lick, each pump of his fingers and each growl of want against her most sensitive area.
She was groaning so loud with the building orgasm, the sound echoing off the brick alley as he pressed his face between her legs. The sudden hard jerks of her body and the tightening rhythm of her walls around his fingers accompanied a long moan peppered with a few gasps until she was nothing but a ragdoll. Kakashi felt her go limp and jerk away from his impertinent tongue when he tried to lick her again. She was done and he was disappointed because if they were in a bed, he would continue to suck and lick her until he brought her to climax again. He would have loved to put his tongue inside her.
Easing her shorts back up her legs, he stood up to face her, his lips glistening with her orgasm. And while she stared at him with some measure of satisfaction and disbelief, he slid the two fingers he’d used to fuck her with into his mouth to taste her again.
Sakura’s wide eyes watched him suck on his fingers and then take them out. To his surprise, when his mouth was free, she lurched forward and kissed him so hard, it bruised his lips. She desperately slid her tongue against his and groped a hand against his ass. She wanted more and it occurred to Kakashi’s drunk mind that perhaps she’d never had anyone do that to her. Maybe she’d never had an orgasm at all before.
“Go home, Sakura. Before I can’t stop.” He worked to disentangle her from his body.
Likely sensing that was true by the way his erection pressed against her thigh, she breathed out, “Okay,” while letting her hands slide away from him. She wasn’t ready for that sort of encounter with him. Drunk, he was fine with what they did, but tomorrow’s sunshine would bring about the guilt and strangeness between them.
That was definitely enough for tonight, he believed, because she was probably just punishing Sasuke and he was just allowing the alcohol to permit him to do the taboo things he said he would never do with her. And he loved that moment. That single second when a woman’s legs relax and she gives in to everything he offers. Sakura’s surrender was so obvious, and so beautiful.
And because she’d had a rare glimpse of a man who would put her before everything else, her pleasure before his own, she would be back.
God help him, she would be back.
I love unapologetically dirty Kakashi so much. I think I'll do a Heine/Naoto/Badou threesome next.
The Moment
Whiskey night was every night now. Impending death, killing, fighting, injury in between bouts of boredom had Kakashi chasing the dull kiss of intoxication on more nights that not. Sometimes he’d sit on his livingroom floor in front of the fire and watch the flames dance for ages until he passed out. He’d wake up dehydrated and sweating, half dead somewhat. Other times he’d come to the bar and fuck a barmaid or a random woman in the bathroom before stumbling home - anything to make it all go away for a while.
The worst of it was when he’d woken up naked with two kunoichi on the bed with him and couldn’t remember the night at all. He supposed it would have been the best night had he remembered. Seems other people knew the story - mostly his friends, but they never gave him the details he was craving.
Tonight the bar was empty. Not one other patron sat at the bar with him. The barmaid was on the phone at the other end of the bar and it sounded like she was going to be a while by the way she was arguing with her man.
Thank goodness he’d never settled down. Too much bullshit obligation and tired old routines. He’d get pretty damn bored with a woman after a few months, he was sure. The only one he’d ever been able to tolerate for long periods of time belonged to an asshole that managed to take her for granted as much as possible and she lapped up the punishment like a puppy.
God, sometimes Sakura pissed him off so much he would leave Konoha for a day or two just to avoid her. Because she would look for him. He hated that the most.
Even today, she’d been crying on his doorstep, feeling sad because Sasuke had mailed to say he was going to be gone for another six months. Asshole. Not even the decency to call.
Kakashi was tired of her looking to him for comfort and sympathy. He had none for her anymore.
Frustrated suddenly, Kakashi banged his hand lightly on the bar and held up his shot glass to the barmaid who was still holding the phone to her ear. She waved him toward the bar and turned back around.
Taking that for permission, Kakashi stood up on the barstool rung and leaned over the mahogany to grab the bourbon from behind the bar. He tipped the golden liquid up to pour it in his shot glass, but had a better idea pop into his intoxicated brain.
Rummaging around in his hip pack, he pulled out a couple of twenties and threw them on the bar, then took his new purchase out the door with him. He pulled the silver spigot from the top of it and then pulling down his mask, he pressed the cold glass opening to his mouth and took three big gulps.
“Fuck,” he growled appreciatively as he stumbled toward the general direction that his apartment lay.
“Kakashi?” a soft voice asked from behind him and Kakashi spun to find the bane of his existence wringing that same letter in her hands she was three hours ago when he escaped her last.
“Do you have a tracking device on me?” Kakashi scoffed. “I can’t fucking escape you.”
Sakura’s red eyes widened, the telltale hours of crying had left a mark of deep sadness on her face. He hated that look on her. He hated the line forming between her exceptional eyes and the tightness in her mouth. It was making her look old and broken.
“You want to escape me?” she whispered sadly.
“I want to run every time I see you,” he answered coolly.
“Kakashi… I know I’ve been bothering you with all my shit. I’m sorry. I just need a friend….”
Kakashi’s eyes drew over her tight red shirt which he noticed hugged her sweet ample breasts ever since she turned twenty. Her long legs were goosefleshed in the cold night air under the ass hugging shorts and the flimsy medic skirt. But those boots… He had no words for how much he liked her boots.
“I’m not your friend, Sakura. Nothing I think of you is friendly.”
He stood staring at her and he realized she was staring at him. His mask was still down around his chin. She’d never seen his face before. He was enjoying the way she couldn’t stop staring at him. His own dropped down to the little slit in her skirt.
“What…what does that mean?” she breathed out, her hand pressing open against her chest in shock, the letter all but forgotten.
“You don’t want to know,” he laughed and then took another long swig of his bourbon as he spun to walk away. But she was suddenly in front of him, a hand on his chest to hold him in place.
“I do want to know. Why are you saying this now?”
“Because I’m fucking drunk, Sakura, and you look like sex in that outfit.”
“This isn’t like you,” she mumbled, shocked.
“No, this is just like me. And there are a lot of things about me you don’t know that I’d like to enlighten you on.” Then he brushed her aside and headed a little farther down the street toward home. He couldn’t tell her that in those years together, he loved her as one of his most precious people. He couldn’t tell her that when she was 18, he realized that he was feeling other things for her as well. Sure he wanted to fuck her, but he wanted her to love him like she loved Sasuke too. What an unreasonable desire.
He couldn’t say when that happened to him, that he wanted that for himself so badly he was almost willing to steal it. He’d fantasized more than once about ending Sasuke’s life as well, and that was when whiskey became a good companion. It never failed to put him on the straight and narrow. Those thoughts were too dark, even for him.
Sakura brought out the very worst in him.
He sped up a little between swigs of the heavy burning liquid, and turned down a side street, but he knew she was following him. What the hell was wrong with her?
When he turned down the last street and his apartment was in view, he could tell she was right behind him. He had to end it, make her too afraid to be around him anymore because he was getting to his limit. So he spun quickly - somewhat impressed with himself with how drunk he felt - and grabbed her, pulling her into the small space between two nearby buildings. He practically dropped the bottle to get his hands on her.
It was dark there, only the light from the streetlamp just reaching their feet, and the soft glow from a frosted window at the top of the alley to give shape to their bodies. He held her by her hips against the wall and pressed his mouth to her ear.
“After what I just told you… you still follow me…” he breathed out, feeling her shiver deliciously against his fingertips. “That’s not a good idea tonight.”
“I didn’t want to leave it like that,” she whimpered softly, a little overwhelmed with the situation.
“Bullshit,” he growled against her throat. “You’re testing me on what I said.”
“Why would I do that?” Her words were almost just a breath and she seems to stretch her head to the side to give his mouth more access to her neck.
“Because it excited you.” He slid a hand into the hem of her shirt and stroked her just below her bra-line.
“M…maybe,” she intimated and her body tensed. A small touch of pleasant surprise warmed Kakashi’s stomach with her small confession. She had some dark secrets too.
“That’s good. You should be excited. I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time, Sakura.”
“What…wh…what is that…exactly?
That dirty grin grew on Kakashi’s face. The one he would wear when the barmaid would bend over in front of him and make sure he was watching. But he didn’t give a shit about the barmaid. He didn’t give a shit about the other women. This girl, this woman, he felt too much for. He couldn’t fuck her in an alley, as much as he wanted to because this might be his only opportunity.
Instead, he dropped to his knees, and yanked her shorts down almost too quickly. Fucking hell, she was wearing a white lace thong.
She gasped, but didn’t try to stop him in any way. Instead, she slid her shaking fingers into his messy silver hair, easing him, engaging him, enticing him. Tingles of pleasure spread through his body from her gentle touch and he grew so hard it almost hurt.
Sliding her skirt out of his way with one hand, he slid his other around the back of her thigh and encouraged her to lift one long leg over his shoulder, which she did without hesitation.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the front of the thong and Sakura’s fingers fisted in his hair. He pressed the tip of his tongue to wet it next and she squirmed slightly, her breathing speeding up.
The anticipation was killing both of them, so he slid a kunai from his pouch and cut the thong at the side to tug it away from her body. He used both his hands to slide up the inside of her thighs, rubbing her gently to open her up more for him- which he felt her do with a relaxing of her hips. He used his fingers to open her folds to gaze at the lovely delicate crease of her sex.
“Perfect,” he whispered before moving forward and sliding his hot tongue against her clit, making her immediately jerk in his hold. He wrapped one arm around her thigh over his shoulder to hold her still while he used the other hand to slide his fingers beneath her, finding that spot that welcomed them in. She was so wet already that two fingers slid easily into her and back out.
She gave him a heady groan and so he slid his fingers in again as slowly as he could. His mouth returned and he pressed his lips to her so that he could suck that small bead of pleasure almost too roughly in his excitement.
Small gasps and groans emanated from her. He lifted his eyes to see her head tossed back, her pretty mouth open and her eyes squeezed shut.
It only made his attention more fervent as he pumped his fingers in and out of her and quickly flicked his tongue against her clitoris. He would do this for a while and then put his tongue flat against her to give her long wet strokes of pleasure.
“Oh my god, I’m coming,” she hissed, her hips rolling in time with each lick, each pump of his fingers and each growl of want against her most sensitive area.
She was groaning so loud with the building orgasm, the sound echoing off the brick alley as he pressed his face between her legs. The sudden hard jerks of her body and the tightening rhythm of her walls around his fingers accompanied a long moan peppered with a few gasps until she was nothing but a ragdoll. Kakashi felt her go limp and jerk away from his impertinent tongue when he tried to lick her again. She was done and he was disappointed because if they were in a bed, he would continue to suck and lick her until he brought her to climax again. He would have loved to put his tongue inside her.
Easing her shorts back up her legs, he stood up to face her, his lips glistening with her orgasm. And while she stared at him with some measure of satisfaction and disbelief, he slid the two fingers he’d used to fuck her with into his mouth to taste her again.
Sakura’s wide eyes watched him suck on his fingers and then take them out. To his surprise, when his mouth was free, she lurched forward and kissed him so hard, it bruised his lips. She desperately slid her tongue against his and groped a hand against his ass. She wanted more and it occurred to Kakashi’s drunk mind that perhaps she’d never had anyone do that to her. Maybe she’d never had an orgasm at all before.
“Go home, Sakura. Before I can’t stop.” He worked to disentangle her from his body.
Likely sensing that was true by the way his erection pressed against her thigh, she breathed out, “Okay,” while letting her hands slide away from him. She wasn’t ready for that sort of encounter with him. Drunk, he was fine with what they did, but tomorrow’s sunshine would bring about the guilt and strangeness between them.
That was definitely enough for tonight, he believed, because she was probably just punishing Sasuke and he was just allowing the alcohol to permit him to do the taboo things he said he would never do with her. And he loved that moment. That single second when a woman’s legs relax and she gives in to everything he offers. Sakura’s surrender was so obvious, and so beautiful.
And because she’d had a rare glimpse of a man who would put her before everything else, her pleasure before his own, she would be back.
God help him, she would be back.
I love unapologetically dirty Kakashi so much. I think I'll do a Heine/Naoto/Badou threesome next.