Kakashi's Home- Late Evening
Rain pattered softly against the windowpanes.
Konan stood near the edge of the bed, hands clasped loosely in front of her. The soft lamplight cast golden shadows across her blue hair, now untied and falling gently over her bare shoulders.
She had removed her cloak earlier. Now she wore only a simple, silken slip, midnight blue, clinging to the shape of her body like the sky before a storm.
Kakashi stood across the room, watching her.
The firelight flickered against the side of his face. He was quiet, as always, unreadable. But his eyes never left her, not for a second.
"You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice calm but heavy with meaning.
"I wouldn't be here if I weren't." Konan nodded slowly.
He stepped forward.
When his hand lifted, she didn't flinch. He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers trail down the side of her jaw, to her throat, then the soft slope of her collarbone. She breathed out slowly.
"I've never…" she murmured.
"I know."
He leaned in, brushing his mouth over hers, soft at first, exploratory. She responded slowly, her lips gentle, uncertain.
Kakashi deepened it with care, tilting her chin up, letting his other hand slide down to the small of her back. She trembled beneath his touch, but didn't retreat.
When he pulled back, her cheeks were flushed.
"I want to see you," he said simply.
Konan nodded, her eyes meeting his.
Her fingers moved to the hem of her slip. She lifted it slowly, the silk whispering up her thighs, past her hips. Inch by inch, she revealed herself. No bra. No panties. Just the pale, flawless skin of a woman who had lived in paper and war, untouched, unexplored.
Her body was stunning. Her breasts were full, high on her chest, tipped with dusky nipples that tightened under his gaze.
Her waist narrowed perfectly, then flared into soft, round hips. Between her thighs, the delicate pink folds of her pussy were barely hidden by a trimmed patch of blue-gray hair.
Kakashi stepped in, placing one hand on her hip. His other hand cupped one of her breasts, thumb brushing over the nipple.
She gasped.
"Sensitive?"
She nodded.
"Good."
He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder. Her hands moved to his shoulders, her body pressing into him, unsure but aching. His tongue circled, teeth grazing her softly until her breath came out in short, broken waves.
"Lie back," he whispered.
She did.
The sheets were cool against her heated skin as she reclined on the bed. Kakashi removed his shirt, then his pants, slowly, deliberately, letting her see all of him. Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock, already thick and hard, veins pulsing, the head flushed deep red.
She swallowed nervously.
"I'll go slow," he promised.
And then he knelt between her legs.
Konan lay back on the sheets, her legs parted just slightly, eyes locked on Kakashi as he knelt between them. Her breath was quiet, measured, but her chest rose quickly, nipples still flushed, her thighs already trembling with tension.
Kakashi's hands were steady as they slid up her legs, palms tracing the softness of her inner thighs. She shivered. His fingers hovered near her entrance, not touching, just close enough to make her hips twitch.
"Relax," he said softly.
Konan nodded, swallowing hard.
Then he leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh. Once. Then again. Each kiss moved higher, closer to her pussy, which was now glistening with arousal. When he reached her folds, he paused, just long enough to make her gasp, before parting her with his thumbs.
She was already wet, her pink slit shining with need.
Kakashi's tongue dragged a slow, deliberate line from the bottom of her entrance up to her clit. She gasped and arched slightly off the bed.
"Oh…"
He didn't respond. He licked her again, slower this time, savoring the way her body reacted. He wrapped his arms under her thighs, holding her open as he began to eat her out in earnest, his mouth focused, unrelenting.
Konan had no defense against the sensation. Her hips rolled, her hand found his hair, and soft, stunned moans spilled from her lips as his tongue worked circles around her clit, then dipped into her entrance and back again. It was more than a pleasure. It was overwhelming.
She had never imagined anything could feel like this.
"K-Kakashi…"
His tongue flattened and pressed hard against her clit, dragging slowly while his lips closed around it and sucked gently. Her moans turned sharper, almost broken.
"I-I can't-" she gasped.
"Yes," he said between strokes. "You can."
He slipped one finger inside her, slow and patient, letting her feel the stretch. She was tight, so tight that her body clenched immediately, fluttering around the intrusion. But it wasn't pain. Not with how wet she was. Not with how careful he was being.
He curled his finger, tongue still working her clit.
Konan cried out, eyes wide, back arching.
Her orgasm hit her unexpectedly, sharp and shuddering. Her thighs clamped around his head, her pussy pulsed hard around his finger, and her voice cracked as her hips bucked into his mouth.
When the waves finally faded, she lay limp against the bed, panting, her hair stuck to her cheek.
Kakashi pulled back slowly, lips glistening.
"You're ready."
She blinked up at him, dazed, chest still heaving.
"I've never… wanted anything like I want this," she whispered.
"I know."
He rose over her, lined himself up, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her slick entrance. She inhaled sharply, legs spreading wider.
"I'll be slow," he said. "But you'll feel everything."
"I want to." Konan nodded, whispering,
He pushed forward.
Her breath caught as her tight, untouched folds stretched around him. Her hands clenched the sheets, her thighs trembled, and her eyes fluttered shut as the thick shaft began to part her inch by inch.
He paused halfway in, letting her adjust.
She moaned, high, soft, trembling.
"Do you want more?" he asked.
"…Yes," she breathed.
He thrust deeper.
Konan's breath came in sharp, shallow waves as Kakashi pushed deeper, stretching her slowly. Her pussy clenched around him instinctively, her body trembling from the fullness. It burned, but only slightly, less than she'd feared, and more than she'd ever imagined.
"You're doing perfectly," he murmured, his voice steady but lower now, strained with control. "Just a little more."
She nodded against the pillow, her hands curled tightly in the sheets.
He slid the rest of the way in, inch by inch, until his hips pressed flush against hers. Fully inside. Fully claimed.
Konan gasped.
"I feel you… everywhere."
"I know," he said, brushing a hand through her hair. "You're so tight."
Her body adjusted slowly around him, muscles fluttering. She ached, but there was a deep heat, too, a warmth radiating from her core, growing with each second.
When Kakashi moved, just slightly her breath hitched.
"Still good?" he asked.
She looked up at him, sweat beading at her temple, her lips parted.
"Don't hold back on me."
He smiled faintly. Then pulled back.
And thrust.
The bed creaked as he began to move, slow strokes at first, deep and measured. Konan gasped under him, her body shifting with each thrust. Pain and pleasure blurred together until the friction made her moan softly. Then louder.
Kakashi watched every reaction, every twitch of her thighs, the arch of her back, the tightening around his cock.
"You're taking me well," he growled, his hands gripping her hips. "Better than I expected."
She cried out as he thrust harder.
"I want more," she moaned, voice breaking. "Don't be gentle."
His control snapped.
Kakashi leaned over her, planting one hand beside her head while the other pulled her leg up, spreading her wider. His hips began to slap against her, faster now, deeper, rougher. Her moans turned into gasps, cries, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it.
Her pussy squeezed around him tightly, her body clinging to him with every thrust.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The wet sounds of sex filled the room, raw and rhythmic. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples swollen and flushed. She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
"Harder," she begged. "Make me yours-"
He pinned her wrists above her head and fucked her, driving into her until her voice cracked, until the pain was gone and all that remained was want.
Her orgasm came hard.
Her legs locked around his waist, her pussy clenching wildly, and her back arched as she screamed his name. Kakashi groaned, feeling her flutter and pulse, and began to thrust faster, chasing his own finish.
"Where?" he asked, breath ragged.
"Inside," she moaned. "I want all of it, please…"
He slammed deep, grinding his hips against hers as his cock twitched violently.
Then he came.
Thick spurts of cum filled her, hot and overwhelming. Konan gasped as she felt it coat her walls, her body jerking with each pulse. He stayed buried deep inside her, cock throbbing.
Silence followed.
Only their breathing. The slow drip of sweat. The aftermath of something that could never be undone.
Kakashi pulled out gently, his seed leaking from her twitching pussy.
Konan lay beneath him, marked, claimed, hers no longer untouched.
He leaned down, kissed her forehead.
"You're mine now," he said quietly.
She smiled.
"I already was."