8 🍋 Kakashi

(art from @tuukaieburide_ on twitter)

This chapter is a mess, sorry in advance :)

I had been watching (Y/n) for some time, hoping things would change at least a little bit. But they didn't, and she continued to ignore me, even more bothered than before.

One night, past midnight, I saw her leaving the center of Konoha towards the forest where the training grounds were. I decided to follow out of worry. As I said, it was late at night and even if she was a capable shinobi I would always still worry about her. But I'll admit, I also followed her because I was worried about what could be the reason for her to go to such a secluded place at such late hour. Was she meeting someone? It was the only thing I could think of. 'She wouldn't do anything without breaking up things with me. She wouldn't, right? I wanted to believe wouldn't, especially to me. But I also couldn't help myself but follow her. 

I caught up to her, seeing her stretch and train heavily, thus making me feel slightly bad for having thought she could do something like what I imagined, even if we weren't anything serious. But c'mon, things weren't going well for us and we hadn't talked for a while. Who wouldn't have thought about the possibility? So yes, although I felt bad for having thought that way, I also felt extremely relieved when I saw she was just training. 

I stayed there, watching for a little more. And when I caught a glimpse of her upset expression I frowned too. Was she training because she was mad? Still with me? It once again made me feel bad, so I decided to leave my hiding spot. 

"Care if I join you?" I said, making myself known. She was giving me her back, stretching her arms some more, but she didn't make any movement or gesture to have heard me. 

"I do," she said with a cold tone that made me sweat-drop. 

"C'mon, it's been a while since we sparred together?" I tried again, approaching her. 

"I don't want to train with you," her words like daggers right to my heart "and you know why" she added, this time lower, but it still made those daggers dig deeper into my heart. 

"It's been some time since then... And two is better than one alone" but she ignored me, still giving me her back "C'mon, let's spar together" I tried, my voice soft but still hopeful and optimistic. 

"No" she hesitated for a second. It made me think she was close to giving in, so I approached her more.

"Please...?" I said with a slightly childish tone hoping it would end up convincing her. But she remained there, standing still, arms crossed, and back to me without uttering a single word. 

I pursed my lips together, slightly disheartened but not ready to give up. I reached my hand to her and decided that maybe if I started it she would fight with me. If she was angry at me, it might be good for her to take it out on me on a spar. It might be what we needed to cool off.  (I might or might have not got this advice from Gai) 

So I reached my hand to her, about to make a technique to her thinking she would step to the side and dodge me. Or not, or defend herself. But she didn't, and I realized I had fucked up again when it was too late to pull back. She fell to the floor on her butt with a thump, her brows knitting together even more, and if she hated me before she now must have despised me. She looked up at me, appalled.

"I-I'm sorry, I thought you would dodge..." I apologized, dying inside, stuttering, and my whole face turning red in embarrassment. 

I gave my hand to her, to help her up. But she didn't grab it for a long minute, instead, she just kept looking at me with hateful eyes. I rubbed the back of my head with my other hand, sweat dropping with an idiotic smile. But in the end, her hand grabbed mine, although not so that I could help her. Before I could pull her with me she pushed me down with her, locking her leg with one of mine and turning us around. My head and back hit the cold mud, making me let go of a groan that was cut off when (Y/n)'s arm was strongly pushed against my throat, almost choking me. 

I moved one of my hands to her arm but I didn't try to fight her off because I did kind of deserve this. My other hand remained restrained by hers. I didn't complain either, instead, I just looked at her whose face now was close to mine, with a still prominent frown. Her eyes, brimming with spite, altered between mines, and she seemed about to say something either hurtful or that she would regret. But she thought otherwise, and instead, she let go of me with slight scorn before standing up. 

"You want to fight?" she asked, she reached a back pocket she had and threw a kunai that landed next to me "Let's fight," she said sternly. 

I blinked twice, relieved that it had worked. But at what cost... 

I gulped when I saw her stance. She brought both hands to the front of her chest and closed her eyes for a second. And when she opened them, in a second of red glow she invoked her katana from her chest. I had always wondered if she made it out of her breasts or it was just the way she had of calling upon it. Anyway, I didn't have time to ponder about that as I only had enough time to grab the kunai she had spared me before she plunged towards me.

With the speed and strength she had used I was lucky enough to block it barely by an inch, her blade managing to cut my mask. But when some blood started to drip from the cut on my cheek she didn't seem the least fazed about it and didn't stop pushing against me. My eyes flickered from her katana whose metal was becoming hot from her jutsu to her eyes that continued to have that frown while looking at me defiantly and with hate. It made my chest hurt, those daggers from before piercing my heart deeper; but it also made me realize I couldn't allow myself to relax.

Yet as much as I pushed with all my might, her sword was obviously longer than my kunai and thus she eventually managed to win this power exchange. At least, I could manage to push her to the side although her body was closer to me and she took advantage of that, taking a step even closer while wielding her katana to me one more time. I dodged to the side, but she was being so fierce and fast I still was grazed by the already slightly bloody blade of her sword. 

I didn't let it affect me and didn't even react to it as I also took advantage of her closeness. After all, she had missed and left herself exposed. I wrapped both of my arms around her own and pushing my feet against her stomach I rolled back onto the floor, throwing her over me. She hit the floor so harshly she bounced a few times and laid there for a second in which I attacked her, but as soon as I did that she jumped on her feet again, blocking me quickly and retreating but only to jump high and charge a strike downward with her sword that I could barely block with the small kunai again. 

"Don't you think—" I tried to say, slightly strained from the amount of energy I had used in so little "the sword is a little too much?" I sweatdropped, looking up at her. But she still seemed to be focused on defeating me and only defeating me. It looked like she didn't even hear me at all, or maybe just chose to ignore me. Her frown became more prominent and her eyes glowed red for a small moment. So before she could make her katana burn I kicked her on the stomach, pushing her away again. 

However, before she fell, she used the momentum of the fall to throw a kick at me. I didn't expect it so it hit me right on the nose and forehead, making me bleed again as I fell backward too. But in no time we were back to fighting, exchanging clashes of both of our weapons. Nevertheless, I knew that if we kept with that type of fight my feeble kunai would lose against her powerful summoned katana. That's why I tried to transform it back into hand-in-hand combat, but when I threw a kick she dodged and instead pushed my face back with her whole hand. With a quick flick of her wrist, she turned her katana and hit me in the pit of my stomach with the back of its handle. 

It was so quick and precise that I got short of breath while I fell backward from the push in my face. But the pain in my butt when I fell, and the fact that she didn't stop and continued to come quickly with her charged katana made me gain my breath quickly. But not enough to block or dodge her, as I could only retreat a few inches over the floor. And so, when she stroke with strength and passion, the sword missed my body for only a few inches, piercing the floor right in between my legs and almost slashing my pants right on my most precious part. My eyes widened, looking at the middle of my legs, and I gulped at the realization of how close I had been to become sterile. Then my eyes looked up at her who didn't retreat her katana, and again I gulped at (Y/n)'s still heated mood.

I couldn't help but heat up myself as well even if my body continued to sweat in cold at the thought of losing my precious parts. Even so, I couldn't also deny how kind of turned on I was by her closeness, roughness, and especially by the look on her face that let me know she knew perfectly well she had the upper hand right now, and she enjoyed it.

I snapped out of it when some blood started to glide from my forehead onto my eye that I had to close. She breathed in, seemingly a little calmer, and in a swift and decisive moment, she took the katana away from my crotch, finally allowing me to breath. But only for a few seconds as she put it right under my chin, lifting it up to look at her right in the eyes. I gulped down, even more turned on, especially now that she didn't seem as mad and just plain stern and scary. I felt my breath caught up in my throat when she got her face closer to me, letting me see her fiery (e/c) eyes.

"Alright," she just said before she swung her katana away, making it disappear into thin air as she unsummoned it "scaredy-cat" she added, walking away to give me enough space to stand up again. 

I swallowed once more, trying to recompose myself as I rubbed the back of my hand against my face in hopes to get some blood away. She put herself in a fighting stance I knew she would give me whatever time I needed, so it had to be me the one to restart the fight. I threw myself at her, punching her although she managed to block all of my attacks. So I threw an axe kick at her that hit both times one upward and one downward with more strength. 

Still, she managed to dodge and so I only hit her leg, destabilizing her slightly. But even then, she took that to her advantage, and using her impulse forward she threw an unexpected punch to me. She hit me, but she was falling so she connected it with an elbow right to my stomach and then a punch as we both fell to the floor, she on top of me. But on the process I managed to knee her on the stomach, making her become clumsy. 

I punched her face and moved my hand to her nape when we hit the floor, trying to change our positions instead of having her straddle me. But my movement made her attention fall on me and so she wrapped my arm with both of hers, immobilizing my other one with her knee. Then she twisted it making me hiss slightly as I struggled under her. 

I managed to move my legs, propelling her slightly up and closer to my face, forcing her to release one of my arms. Instead, she chose to move one of her arms to my throat, and hold my other arm still. She didn't seem to realize one of my arms remained free, but I didn't do anything anyway. 

I didn't struggle anymore, and she didn't move either despite continuing to put pressure over my throat. Her face was so threatening and close to mine, I could feel her ragged breath over my own unsteady one; once again making me forget all the pain in my body and bloody face, especially when blood from her own wounds trickled down to my face. My eyes looked up from her parted lips to her features, also bloody and muddy, yet entrancingly charming.

"You're so beautiful," I mumbled calmly regardless of my worn-out state now that I was finally able to breathe in despite her choking hold on me. 

"Stop it," she said through gritted teeth, pushing her arm harder against my throat while her frown hardened. I moved my head slightly, uncomfortable from her roughness but also relishing in her closeness. Especially after having received her cold shoulder for so long. 

"You win," I continued to talk. She seemed fazed for a moment but she quickly returned to her stern expression "You're better, you've always been"

"Stop!" she said louder, but now her arm was slowly and unconsciously losing strength on me. 

I took that to my advantage and lazily reached my free arm to her, delicately grazing her cheek with my fingers. Her bitter face fell down into a surprised one, now realizing my free arm and the fact that I had willingly stayed under her. But her attention went back to me when my hand continued to lovingly caress her dirty cheek. Her look wasn't as strong now even though it wasn't kind either. Instead, she just seemed troubled. So I decided to lean up realizing the pressure on my throat was now gone. We were so close that our lips immediately touched in a soft kiss. But I was too insecure to separate from her and see her look on me, so I continued to kiss her, now trying something more than just a delicate peck. 

It was shortly after that she was kissing me back as well, although her frown had returned. I moved both of my now free hands to her sides and my lips to her neck.

"I hate you" she mumbled, sounding angry as she leaned against my body and let herself be worshipped. 

I gripped onto her hips harder and in an abrupt movement turned us around, having her completely locked under my body and between my arms. I moved my lips back to the side of her neck where I slowly and passionately suck, then bit, and finally kissed. 

"I love you" I answered back over her lips, seriously before I continued to kiss her, pushing my body closer to hers as she wrapped her legs around me to make that task easier. Her hands buried on my hair as she let go of a muffled moan when I bit on her neck and thrust against her clothed intimacy at the same time. 

"You don't mean it" she said shakily, forcing me to stop. I looked up to her and kissed her on the lips as fiercely as we had never done before. 

"I do" I whispered over her lips. She pushed my body closer to her with her legs, making my hard boner thrust against her again, enticing a gasp from both our lips.

"Show me" she said in a whisper. And that was it.

There weren't any other words exchanged, or meaningful looks; just kisses, bites, and rough caresses. And in less than no time, I was finally thrusting inside her welcoming warm insides that wrapped around me tight, and then loose, and then tight. And on she continued to tremble the more our ecstasy arose with each other's heat for one another. 

One hand of hers grasped over my now open and dishevelled vest, just like our clothes and hair were. And her other hand tugged at my hair when I nuzzled my nose and lips in the crook of her neck. I continued to push on her, moaning each time I thrust because of how lovely she felt, especially when she let me know, by her hands and moans, that she felt the same way I did. 

"Oh—Fuck" I gasped slightly louder when I separated from her neck. Her hands had slipped from my hair to my lower abdomen where now they caressed upward under my already loosened and messy shirt. My hair stuck to my face more than it already was before, and it was becoming difficult to keep my eyes open. But the sight of (Y/n)'s orgasming expression prompted me to keep them that way "I—" I moaned some more, moving my head to try delaying my impending orgasm "I love you—FUCK!" I groaned, pushing harder.

"Aangh!!" she moaned back, leaning her head back while touching my whole body and nipples. 

After that moment we could barely do anything else but moan into each other, closer as we climaxed and our bodies became even weaker. I leaned my forehead against hers, feeling her moans on my dick and my lips, and with a sloppy kiss and thrust we both finally orgasmed. 

It took minutes for both of us to recover, now tired and not only from this intense sex but also from the previous tiring spar. 

"We can't solve all of our problems with sex" she said sometime later when we were finally collecting ourselves. I pulled my pants up and zipped my vest again.

 "Agreed," I said, looking at her from afar and blushing madly "I—" I said after some silence while she dressed and tidied herself up. She glanced quickly at me, making me even more nervous. I did mean what I said, I loved her, and I had always done. But I'm not sure that was the best moment to confess that to her "I..." I said, looking at the floor again, unsure of how to say it or what to say even. Her look on me became more attentive, more expectant about my words, which just made me more nervous "Do you..." I stopped to awkwardly clear my throat in order to look at least a little more confident "want to come to my place to uhm... cuddle?" I finally said, looking away as I blushed madly. And I only became even redder when there was a long silence that was only broken by a low giggle. 

"Mmmh," she made thinking sounds with a small smile. It made me think she would leave again like she always did and we would be back to the start again. 

"Please?" I rushed, looking at her with pleading eyes "I hate it when you leave. I want to spend more time with you," I admitted. Her eyes opened wide, surprised, and dropping her smile as if she still thought I was teasing her but now realized I was not "I want to spend the night with you... can I?" 

She remained silent for a minute, looking at me with a blank expresion. But then she walked towards me and unexpectedly threw herself at me in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck as the kiss softened. And then she nodded on my lips with a smile.