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Naruto wasn’t that good at math.

She wasn’t smart, that was really the problem. Her classmates told her all the time that she was dumb. Her social worker said it wasn’t her fault that the homeschooling she’d received from her last long-term foster family was entirely religiously based and that it was a good thing she’d been held back a year, but she really wasn’t sure. She’d rejoined seventh grade late last year and Mr. Ebizu had been so impatient with her that she was pretty well convinced that she was just stupid. So when her new teacher for algebra I, Mr. Hatake, asked her to stay and talk after class just a few weeks into the semester, it made her stomach feel hot and empty and her palms sweat, everything inside her braced to be berated, a feeling that only worsened when she cautiously approached his desk and saw her homework laid out on it, covered in red ink.

“Ms. Uzumaki,” he greeted her in a baritone voice, his grey eyes strangely intent on her face in a way that made her face feel hot. He was an intense guy, a little strange; her classmates said a lot of weird things about him, the weirdest being that he’d killed people in the military and that he was hot. Naruto wasn’t sure how they’d know about that second one, considering he covered most of his face with a mask every day. When she managed to clench her fists and respond with a tremulous yes, sir?, he tapped the page he’d graded, stating bluntly, “You’re struggling to understand factoring.”

“I’m—I’m sorry,” she stuttered, keeping her eyes on her feet as her stomach flip-flopped, waiting to be told she was stupid, that maybe eighth grade part two wasn’t working out and she should go back to seventh grade for a third time. Her eyes filled with tears, and she flinched badly when a gentle hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her in closer, so close that she could smell the man’s woodsy cologne and feel his body heat where she stood between his knees, trying to avoid his eye.

After a moment, Mr. Hatake sighed and reached for her face with the hand that wasn’t holding her in place, tilting her chin up until they made eye contact, then pulled down his mask for the first time in her presence, and very, very abruptly, she understood what her classmates meant when they said he was hot. It was like the gesture hadn’t only revealed his exceedingly handsome face, but made her aware of his entire body, of his broad shoulders and his trim waist and the way his arms bulged against his button down, thickly roped with muscle, and god, she was close to him. It was making her feel rather queer and trembly inside, and she almost didn’t hear what he said when he resumed speaking.

“I don’t understand why you’re apologizing, Ms. Uzumaki. I’ve been made aware of your situation. You were instructed to ask your teachers for help if you feel behind, weren’t you?” She jerked her chin in a nod, rubbing at her reddened ear with her free hand, and he squeezed her wrist in a way that sort of made her wish he would hold her down and kiss her, a desire she was unused to having about a man that wasn’t on a movie screen. “So why haven’t you asked for help?”

Naruto had asked for help in other classes. Mr. Howards had taught her how to make flashcards and Ms. Patterson had taught her how to take notes during class or while reading the books they’d been assigned. The only reason she hadn’t asked Mr. Hatake was because— “You— I— Y-you’re a little, um. A little intimidating, sir.”

This seemed to startle the man. He blinked at her, a little huh sound leaving him, and at last, he released her wrist in favor of scrubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense,” he mumbled after a moment, and it was still so strange to see his jaw, his lips, his rather elegant nose. “Can I tell you something? A secret?” Naruto liked secrets. They made her feel included. Hesitantly, she nodded, and Mr. Hatake tilted his head to the side, offering her a very gentle smile that made her stomach flip-flop. “I have a bit of a special interest in you, Ms. Uzumaki. I was friends with your parents.”

Wait, what?

“Close friends, in fact. If you’d been able to grow up with them, we would have known each other since you were little. Almost like family.” Intense longing had her swallowing hard against out-of-place tears, and luckily, he wasn’t done talking, because she was pretty sure if she tried to answer him just then, she’d start crying. “So don’t be intimidated by me, alright? I care very much about you, and I’d like to see you succeed. Why don’t we go over your homework together? You don’t ride the bus, do you?”

She glanced nervously at the clock, which read five minutes after three. She usually went straight home after the final bell, but she wasn’t technically required to be back at the group home until her curfew at six. “No, sir, I walk,” she mumbled, wringing her hands together, and after a moment, she jerked her head in a nod. “Yes. I mean, um, yes, please. I… want help.”

“Good girl,” Mr. Hatake told her, and it made her stomach erupt into butterflies and her face burn, the place between her legs glowing hot, and she didn’t understand why at all. It got even worse when he gave her a strange, searching look, like he knew somehow, but he only repeated himself as he took her by the hip and guided her to stand next to him. “Good girl. Here, let’s start on a fresh sheet of paper. The first example is easy, X squared plus five X plus six. The idea here is that you’re looking for a pair of numbers that add up to five and multiply to make six…”

…

After school lessons with Mr. Hatake rapidly became the highlight of Naruto’s day.

Not only did her performance in class improve dramatically, but it felt like having a friend. He’d ask her about what she’d learned in her other classes (lots of boring stuff, but it never seemed to bore him to hear about it), how she was doing at the home (fine), if she was making friends (no). He’d touch her—was the only person in her life who would touch her regularly—and that always made her feel squirmy and warm and wanted. She started eating lunch with him, and sometimes he’d help her with her homework and papers for her other classes and sometimes they’d just talk. Sometimes he’d even be busy, needing to grade, and he’d pull up an episode of an old TV show he thought she’d like on his sleek, fancy laptop to keep her entertained. (She was a big fan of Friends, liked to imagine someday having people she was so close to that she could walk into their apartments and hang out whenever she wanted.)

Her crush on her teacher did not waver in the slightest. He was just so handsome, and so nice to her, so much bigger than her in a way that made her fantasize about him being rough with her… When he’d asked for permission to call her by her first name a week or so ago, she’d thought she was going to faint, a feeling that only intensified with the way he’d seemed to savor each syllable on his tongue, Na-ru-to. It was fun having a naughty little secret like that, fun to spend class imagining getting bent over his desk so that she wouldn’t understand the lesson and then get taught one-on-one instead.

That day had been a review day, though, and she’d paid close attention. Midterms were next week, and she was determined to do well on everything. She actually didn’t have any trouble with the review packet other than one problem that Mr. Hatake had worked on the board during class, and they didn’t have any homework except to study, but she still found herself lingering at her desk as her classmates left the room laughing and talking to each other, imagining asking him for advice about…

“Naruto,” Mr. Hatake greeted her warmly when the door closed, as though they hadn’t just spent the last hour in the same room together. “Are you feeling ready for your tests next week?”

“Yeah, actually,” she answered him, surprised that this was an honest assessment. She’d been studying really hard, especially because she wanted her favorite teacher to be proud of her, wanted him to feel like all the extra attention he was paying her was working so that he’d keep giving it to her. “Well, other than— Would you look over my paper for Ms. Patterson with me? Especially the introduction and conclusion.”

“Of course, bring it here.”

She withdrew a printed copy of the paper she’d typed up on the ancient laptop the school had issued her at the beginning of the year, deciding to test the waters as she approached him, telling him shyly, “Honestly, I’m—I’m sort of more nervous about the dance in a few weeks.”

Mr. Hatake hummed his interest as he took her paper from her, taking his mask down and scanning each page quickly, his eyes darting around so fast it made her wonder if he was able to actually read any of it. “Oh? Are you going with friends?”

There was a note of hope in his voice that made her feel a little guilty shaking her head. “Well, no, that’s the thing. Somebody asked me to go with them.”

And then something strange happened. Her teacher’s head whipped up to fix her with an intense, unreadable expression, his jaw hardening and his gaze trained on her face like he was studying for a test, too, and she was the subject. It made her stomach clench and her ears burn, and that was before he demanded low, “Who?”

“K-Kiba,” she stuttered, unsure what, exactly, was happening. “Inuzuka.” For a fraction of a second that broke her heart in two, she saw Mr. Hatake’s brow scrunch together in confusion, his gaze darkening with suspicion, and… yeah. She’d had the same thought. Kiba was popular, and she was the butt of the joke. The only thing that was making her wonder if he might be serious is that he’d been texting her, sending her memes and jokes and answering her when she asked how his day had been. He didn’t hang out with her during school or anything, but he’d say hi and smile. Pushing her luck, she curled her hands into fists and admitted to the tiled floor between them, “I… don’t have any way to get a dress that fits. I’m not sure what to do.”

She watched her teacher blink away his strange expression, watched it melt back into one of his smiles that always made her feel like she would melt, too. “Can you keep a secret?” he asked rhetorically (he already knew she would, since she hadn’t told anybody about the extra time he spent with her, just like he’d asked), bending to pull his messenger bag into his lap and withdraw his wallet, and she felt her jaw drop open in shock. Wait, no, she’d wanted advice, not— “I think this will be enough…”

Five crisp twenty-dollar bills were pressed into her hand, and immediately, her eyes flooded with tears. “I—I can’t— I didn’t mean—”

“Do you need a ride to the mall?” he asked, busy tucking his wallet and bag back away. “I’m not really supposed to drive students around, but I’m not supposed to give them money, either… Why are you crying?”

That last was asked sharp, the moment he turned his gaze back on her, and she frantically wiped at her eyes with her sleeve, trying not to act like a stupid kid. “I’m fine,” she insisted, trying to give the bills back for a moment only to be completely cowed by the warning look she was shot; Mr. Hatake was scary when he wanted to be, and she shoved the money into her pocket without further argument. “I—I just— Nobody—” She took a deep, deep breath, trying to settle herself, and restarted much more calmly albeit with no ability to make eye contact, “Nobody ever cares about me like this, Mr. Hatake.”

She sniffled, pressing the fabric of her sleeve into the corner of her eye, only for her brain to shut down completely as she was taken firmly by the wrist and hip and guided to sit in her teacher’s lap.

Naruto froze, staring unseeingly at her knees as he arranged her like they did this every day, wrapping one arm firmly around her waist and guiding her to rest her head against his broad shoulder with his other hand cupping the side of her head, and—and she suddenly felt so small, so safe, so taken care of. Her stomach was fluttering madly, her face hot, her body intensely interested in the proximity of his, and he smelled so good, and his voice was so soothing, and…

“The way people treat you isn’t fair,” he told her gently, like he knew that it would hurt to hear, and god, it really did. “You deserve friends, and a foster system with more resources and staff that aren’t overworked and burnt out. There’s nothing wrong with you.” A sob shook her shoulders. “You’re unlucky, not bad. I promise you that. You aren’t bad. You deserve to be taken care of like all the other kids.” Gradually, as Mr. Hatake held her, stroking her back and her hair, she calmed. Her tears dried, her heart slowed, and she took a moment to simply bask in being held. He must have known how much she needed it, she decided after a moment of thought about why he’d hold her this way. He was always so kind to her. When she managed to sit up and away from him, she tried to slide to her feet only for his arm around her to tighten, and suddenly they were face-to-face and she really didn’t want to get off of his lap at all. “Now, I repeat,” he told her with a smile playing at his handsome lips. “Do you need a ride to the mall?”

“I… I’ll take the bus,” she told him in a small voice, and he hummed, frowning. “I’ve done it before.”

“I see,” he said, clearly displeased. She understood why without being told—the mall was in a rough part of town. A girl about her age had gone missing there last spring. “Well, if you insist. But…” And for the third time that day, he proceeded to absolutely shock her to her core, reaching over her for a sticky note and jotting a phone number down on it that he set in her hand, where she stared at it dumbly. “If something goes wrong and you have trouble getting home, please don’t hesitate to call me.”

Was she having a stroke? “Um… Yes sir, Mr. Hatake,” she agreed, wondering if she ought to get up yet.

But then he smiled at her, telling her low and secretive, “At this point, you may as well call me Kakashi in private, don’t you think?” And the whole time he helped her with her paper, he never seemed to think she should get off of him, so she… didn’t. So she relished the warmth of his chest against her back, his arms around her, the masculine smell of him in her nose. Relished the thrill of wondering if that bulge against her ass was what she thought it was, even as she scolded herself for thinking it, told herself she was being dramatic and that a teacher would never look at her that way, especially not Mr. Hatake— Kakashi.

…

7:23 i got a dress

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7:23 thx so much, kakashi!!

7:40 Very nice.

7:42 Can I see it on?

7:43 um yea hold on

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7:52 Gorgeous, Naruto.

7:53 Looking forward to seeing it in person.

7:53 r u chapperoning the dance??

7:54 Yes.

7:54 Have you gotten all your homework done?

7:54 its satrday!

7:54 So it is. Does that mean no?

7:55 i actually had a q about #4

8:02 Why don’t you give me a call and we’ll go over it?

…

“Okay, I get it,” Naruto murmured into the phone, wary of alerting anyone else in the group home that she was talking to somebody. They could be awfully nosy; she was lucky she was between roommates since Breonna went to live with her grandma, or she wouldn’t have been able to take Kakashi’s call at all. “I guess absolute value makes more sense than I thought.”

“Math tends to be that way,” the man assured her, sounding as though he were smiling. “At this level, anyway. Any other questions?”

“No, sir.” She kept looking back at the dress on her bed, flushing every time she remembered how her stomach had jolted when he’d called her gorgeous, how thrilling and naughty it had felt to put it on and take a picture just for him. She was such a creep, sexualizing her teacher’s kindness and affection that way, but she couldn’t help it. “Thank you again for the dress. I’ll bring you the change after class on Monday.”

“If you insist.” They’d already argued about that; he’d wanted her to keep it. There was a moment’s pause and a bit of rustling, and then, “You did a good job picking it out.”

It was cute, in her opinion. Fitted black fabric at the bodice and high-necked to meet the dress code with a pretty lace bow at the throat, and then a soft, layered tulle skirt in cream that hit her a bit past mid-thigh, the fabric embroidered with black roses. She’d needed something that would work with the only formal-ish shoes she had, a pair of black flats, and overall, she thought the outfit looked good. The compliment made her blush, had her staring unseeingly down at her algebra homework as she stuttered out an expression of gratitude. Then, out of nowhere, she confided in a rush, “I’m riding in a limo to the dance, with Kiba and his friends.”

Something changed in Kakashi’s voice, but she couldn’t quite place it. “Are you.” It was structured like a question but didn’t really sound like one, so she didn’t answer it, instead just drumming her fingers anxiously against her thigh. “I see. … Be careful.”

“Careful?”

“I only mean…” There was a sigh. “He’s always struck me as having a bit of a mean streak. Don’t let him and his buddies Carrie you.”

“… Why would they carry me?”

Her teacher laughed, and butterflies erupted in her stomach again. “Carrie, like the name. Book by Stephen King, adapted to film at least twice that I know of. It’s about a high school girl who gets asked to prom as a joke so that her bullies can pour pig’s blood on her, and in response, she uses her blossoming psychic powers to kill everybody.” He cleared his throat. “The 1970s version is really good, you should watch it sometime.”

“I will if I get the chance.”

They lapsed into silence for a moment that she spent wondering what she was supposed to say, but before she figured it out, Kakashi told her softly, in a tone so strangely intimate it made all her joints feel like jello and her head go light and swirly, “You’re a very special young woman, Naruto. I need you to understand that and not let that boy use you. … Do you hear me? You deserve better than that. Just because he’s paying attention to you doesn’t mean you owe him jack shit.”

Mr. Hatake cussed, she thought vaguely and nonsensically, feeling twisted up inside and confused, because he sounded sort of… jealous. Like he didn’t want to share her. I don’t want to be shared. She shook the thought off, reminding herself that her crush was one-sided, reminding herself that Kakashi saw her as a niece or maybe as a baby sister. An old, long-gone good friend’s daughter. That was all. “Yes, sir. I understand, don’t worry.”

They said their goodnights and hung up, leaving Naruto to flop onto her back on her bed and stare up at the ceiling, her mind playing the conversation she’d just had back on an endless loop, each repetition bringing her further and further from reality until she could almost imagine that her teacher had sounded sort of possessive of her. Protective. Really, truly jealous, like he wanted to have her all to himself, and for the first time, she shut her eyes and let herself really sink into the fantasies that had been playing at the edges of her mind for weeks.

Like how she’d react if Kakashi got really, really close to her, pinning her between his muscular, powerful frame—so much bigger than her—and his desk, demanding to know why she’d agreed to go to the dance with a stupid boy. Pinning her wrists together in his palm when she tried to shove him away, pressing his erection into her stomach. Snarling down at her that she belonged to him and needed to start acting like it or there would be consequences.

And from there, maybe he’d let her go, let the tension between them keep simmering. Or maybe that would be the moment it came to a boil. Maybe she’d mouth off to him, and he’d spin her around and bend her over his desk, spank her hard with an open palm until she promised she wouldn’t go out with Kiba or anyone else. Maybe she’d meekly agree and apologize, and he’d soften for her, gather her up into his arms and kiss her deep and possessive, devour her, then lay her out across his grading and put his mouth between her legs.

Maybe she’d try to run. Maybe she’d try to run, and since he was so much stronger and faster, he’d catch her. Lift her up and pin her against the wall and pull off her clothes. Maybe he’d bury himself inside her even as she fought and cried to get away. Maybe that would make her finally come, after weeks of half-hearted attempts that she always abandoned pretty quickly when her hand started to cramp up.

Maybe afterwards, he’d make her his little sex thing. Maybe he’d tie her up under his desk and have her service him with her mouth during each period of his Monday pop quizzes until he finally burst down her throat while nobody wondered why she was absent. Maybe he’d threaten her grades if she ever told. Maybe he’d keep her forever, teaching her all sorts of debauched things.

Maybe he’d love her.

She rolled over onto her stomach, throbbing between the legs and feeling shy and desperate and needy in a way that was unfamiliar to her. She wanted to be held. She was pathetic, wasn’t she, she mused as she snuck her hand down her pants, already knowing that it would feel good but that she was unlikely to end up finishing. One person paid her an ounce of attention, and she started creeping on them like an absolute pervert, fantasizing about things that she was sure no other girls her age thought about. Maybe Ino was right that she was a freak.

She had to keep this to herself, or Kakashi would think she was a freak, too, right?

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The dance was actually kind of fun.

Naruto had never been in a limo before, and she’d never hung out with the popular kids before, either. Both made her feel rather fancy, and she didn’t even mind Ino teasing her about admitting that she’d gotten her dress off of a sales rack. Kiba didn’t really pay that much attention to her, focusing more on his friends, but he got her a drink and put an arm around her waist and never left her all the way alone, always taking her with him from place to place even if he and his friends didn’t talk to her much. It was still fun, and she got to dance to upbeat music in a group with them and feel pretty with her skirt flaring up around her thighs and her hair and makeup done carefully by Ms. Kinsey, the newest and youngest employee at the home. She looked really nice, she thought, with her hair curled and her lips rouged and her eyes black-rimmed and sparkly at the lid.

Kakashi seemed to think so, anyway. He’d given her a subtle thumbs up when they’d first made eye contact, his eyes scrunching up into a smile when she beamed at him in thanks, and all night, every time she saw him, he was looking at her, almost like he was watching her. It made her feel oddly… safe, maybe?

By the time the event was winding down, she had accepted that she wasn’t going to dance with Kiba or any other boy one on one, but when the music slowed and people started pairing up and swaying together, he surprised her by grabbing her by the hand and led her out onto the middle of the dance floor. She’d barely recovered from the sudden change in locale before he’d wrapped an arm around her waist and pinned the fronts of their bodies together kind of roughly, setting his other hand on her hip and squeezing in a way that made her blush, a little uncomfortable with the unfamiliar attention.

“I asked you out on a dare,” he began without preamble, and before her stomach was even done turning to stone, he offered her a big, charming smile and told her secretively, “But I only accepted the dare because I thought you were sort of cute, you know, in a scruffy, alt kind of way. I always had a feeling you had a nice body under those baggy clothes you wear.”

The whiplash of compliment and insult in such quick succession they overlapped was hard to process. “Um—”

“Guess I was right.” For just an instant, the arm around her waist shifted, and she felt a brief caress over her behind that made her squeak and feel hot, wanted, exhilarated by the thrill of being desired. “You’re actually kinda pretty.”

“Th-thank you?”

“So, anyway, I’m having a little get together at my place after this,” Kiba went on smoothly, swaying her in place. “I want you to come. I think it’ll be fun.”

Her curfew was ten that night, and the dance was over soon, at eight-thirty. She could probably make that work. “Um, yeah, that—that sounds nice, Kiba, thank— Whoa!”

Abruptly, they were no longer alone in their conversation. One of the teachers—towering over them both, even Kiba, who was pretty tall—had shoved his forearms between their chests and pried them bodily apart, and Naruto didn’t realize it was Kakashi until she heard his scary, reprimanding voice snap, “We were very clear that you need to leave a gap, Mr. Inuzuka.”

Kakashi looked nice, she registered dazedly now that they were face to face. The teachers had all dressed formally to ‘set a good example,’ so he wore a slate grey pair of slacks and sharply-cut matching blazer over a black button-down, and he’d slicked his hair back; combined with his mask, it made him look rather like a sexy spy or something. The overall effect it made everything inside her feel trembly and melty, especially when he turned his hard, somewhat angry grey gaze on her.

Kiba was not so affected. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Leave room for Jesus, you got it, Mr. Hatake. We were just talking about leaving, anyway.” Startled, Naruto looked around, drinking in the scene of her first dance one last time—the stringed lights, the decorations, the people, the music—before nodding her acquiescence, offering her favorite teacher an apologetic smile that he did not return. “Come on, Naruto, let’s go get everybody.”

He took her by the wrist, tugging her away, and she looked up at Kakashi, mouthing sorry and getting no response beyond a piercing, unreadable stare.

…

Kiba’s house was like, really nice. There was even a double staircase with a chandelier, like in the movies. It was honestly a relief when he led Naruto and his friends—three other couples—down into the basement, which was more normal if still huge. It had crazy thick, soft carpet instead of fancy interlocking hardwood floors like upstairs, a pool table, and one of the biggest TVs she’d ever seen in her life, but there were also beanbag chairs and a huge old sectional couch that had seen better days and a foosball table like the one in the commonroom at the home. She was actually pretty stoked to be there—still mostly ignored, but there—until a bottle of Fireball whiskey got busted out and they circled up to play truth, dare, or drink.

Naruto had never had any alcohol. My parents died in a drunk driving accident, she didn’t say as a shot was sat out in the middle of the circle they formed. I’m terrified of drinking. I never planned on it, and I’m definitely not ready right now. She couldn’t say any of that, they’d think she was a baby and a loser. She’d just have to… do the dares and tell the truths. Right?

It got kind of raunchy quickly. One of the girls was dared to flash her underwear, and she did it almost immediately, laughing all the while, and one of the guys was asked which of the girls he’d masturbated to, giving an answer that boiled down to all of you other than Naruto. Ino took the shot rather than show them her tits, Kiba took the shot rather than kiss his buddy on the mouth, and one of the other girls decided to take a shot instead of saying how many guys she’d made out with, which… Naruto was pretty sure she’d just wanted an excuse to take a shot.

For her part, she picked truth on the first two rounds, telling them truthfully when asked if she’d ever had sex that she was a virgin and that she was not, in fact, a ‘lesbo,’ but when she tried to pick truth a third time, she got told that was against the rules.

“You have to do a dare next, freakazoid,” Ino told her, laughing meanly. “You can’t pick the same thing three rounds in a row.”

That… didn’t sound right, but she was hanging out with the cool kids, probably for the only time in her life. She might as well play along. Worrying the hem of her tulle skirt, she shrugged, telling her lap shyly, “Well, um. Dare, I guess.”

“I dare you to suck Kiba off.”

… What? “What?”

Everyone was grinning and jeering, talking over each other, and suddenly the room felt too loud, too small, too claustrophobic. “Oh, come on, when are you going to get another chance with a guy that popular?” one of the girls reasoned. “He’d be doing you a favor, if we’re being real.”

“Or you can take the shot,” Kiba offered, even as he turned a lustful expression and a wink on her. “If you take enough of them, maybe it’ll start sounding like fun anyway, eh?”

“N-no, I don’t think—”

“Spoilsport,” Ino complained, snatching up the shot and shoving it in her face so abruptly that she flinched. “Take the shot, then, loser.”

“I don’t really…”

“You have to do one or the other, freak. Just take the shot, it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t want to, I don’t like drinking, I’m not going to—”

“Then you have to blow him, Uzumaki, I don’t know what to tell you.”

And then there were hands on her, dragging her towards Kiba and pushing her head towards his lap, and she panicked, crying out desperately, “I—I’ll take the shot, I’ll take the shot!” But then it was in her hand and she was hyperventilating and they were trying to force it up to her mouth and it was spilling onto her dress and everyone was yelling at her and—

“What the fuck?” Naruto gaped at Ino, trying to process the fact that she’d just thrown the shot in her face, that her makeup was smearing and her eyes were clearly hurting her. “Are you all just going to fucking sit there? Make her sorry, oh my fucking god. What a fucking freak.”

“I—I am sorry,” she stuttered, curling into herself as tears began to streak down her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to—”

“Well,” one of the guys reasoned, grabbing her by the back of her dress rather roughly. “She didn’t take the shot, so I guess we know what her punishment is going to be.”

…

Naruto couldn’t stop crying as she walked down the street in the dark in Kiba’s fancy neighborhood in her ripped, ruined dress, cradling her bruised hand to her chest as she tried not to think about how his nose had crunched when she’d punched him upon seeing his dick out. She’d run the first few blocks, but it quickly became obvious that the cool kids were done tormenting her and wouldn’t give any chase.

They were lucky she didn’t have psychic powers.

She didn’t really know where she was, or how to get to the nearest bus stop. It was after nine, too late to knock on a door and ask for help, and even if she did, who knew if the person on the other side would be safe? She needed to call the home, probably, but she was still supposed to be at school, and…

Kakashi could pick me up.

The thought had no sooner formed in her mind than she was pulling her phone out of the purse she’d borrowed from the library of clothes the home kept, scrolling through her contacts with blurry eyes as she struggled to blink away her tears. She should have taken a moment to calm down, she realized when the first sound she made into the receiver was a sob and Kakashi responded with immediate panic.

“Where are you?” he demanded without preamble, sounding like he was already getting up to come get her. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“I—I’m okay,” she choked out, trying to stifle her crying so she wouldn’t freak him out so badly. “Nothing—really happened, I just got scared, and now—now I don’t know where I a-am, and…”

“Shh.” She heard the jangle of keys and the sound of a door opening and shutting. “Shh, you’re alright, deep breaths. Read me some street signs.”

“Um.” She hurried her pace to get to the next corner, reading off, “Uh, Thistlewood Drive and Black Elm Circle.”

There was a pause, then, “Nice neighborhood. Stay exactly where you are and keep me on the line, alright? I’ll be there as soon as I possibly can.”

Over the next few minutes, as she sat on the curb, calmed down, and caught her breath, Kakashi gently extricated the story from her, with little reassurances like that must have been really scary and you were so brave and I’m so proud of you for standing up for yourself. She was afraid to tell him about hitting Kiba, but he had a note of genuine satisfaction in his voice as he praised her good girl in response.

He drove a really nice car, Naruto noticed when he pulled up. Way nicer than the other teachers’. It was sleek and low and grey, new-looking, and when he ushered her into the passenger seat—after wrapping her up in a bone-crushing hug that got her stomach fluttering again—she found that the inside was all clean black leather and shiny silver, so fancy she was worried about the state of her dress and if the drying alcohol would mess up his seat.

“You really do smell like Fireball,” he sighed, shooting her a worried look as he put the car into drive. “Buckle your seatbelt, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart…?

He didn’t seem to have his mask on him—wasn’t even really dressed. It looked like he’d thrown a jacket and tennis shoes on over what he’d been planning to wear to bed, which consisted of an ancient-looking t-shirt for a band she’d never heard of and flannel pajama pants. Even though it wasn’t really all that cold outside—maybe in the high fifties—he threw on the heat for her, including the heater built into her seat, and as the warmth sank into her chilled skin, she found herself sagging into it, suddenly exhausted by the sensation of safety making her muscles unlock and her spine relax. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up to her chest to wrap her arms around them, burying her face in her knees, and in response, her teacher stroked over her hair a little roughly, like petting a dog, then grabbed her by the ankle for just a second in a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ve got you,” he soothed her, like he somehow knew she needed the reassurance, then checked, “You said curfew is at ten?” She made a noise of affirmation. “That gives us a little time. How does something hot to drink sound?”

…

Eighteen minutes until curfew found them in Kakashi’s warm car, parked two blocks down from the group home with his headlights turned off in the dark of a sleeping neighborhood, talking quietly as she sipped at the hot chocolate he’d acquired for her.

“I guess I knew,” she admitted to her cup, folding her legs up onto the seat absently. “Things that seem too good to be true usually are. But I kinda just thought…” She flushed. “My classmates know I’m older, and for some reason, they all seem to think that means I-I have… have s-sex with high school boys. So I kind of figured that maybe that would be the catch. I just assumed that if I didn’t go anywhere private with him, it would be fine. I never expected…”

“It would have been insane to expect that,” Kakashi sighed. He’d moved his chair back and had one foot up on his seat, turned towards her as much as he could be with his hands wrapped around his knee, worrying a stray thread from his pajama pants. “Kids weren’t like this at your age when I was young. We were giggling about getting to second base during seven minutes in heaven, not sending nudes and—” He waved his hand as though to encompass her situation. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell the school what happened?”

“I’ll just get in trouble for hitting him.”

“Dumbass no tolerance policy.” Her teacher sounded frustrated, angry for her, and it made her feel so damned warm inside, even warmer than the hot cocoa soothing her stomach. They’d talked before about his feelings around how the school handled bullying; she’d gotten ISS twice for clapping back at horrible things being said to her by her peers and both times, it had really upset him. “Fine, okay, if you’re sure. But if he reports you, I have your back, okay?”

She nodded miserably, sighing as she poked at the delicate fabric of her skirt. “I’m so sorry that I ruined the dress you got for me,” she apologized in a humiliated, guilty mumble. She’d been planning on wearing it to graduation next spring.

“You did nothing wrong,” her teacher corrected her sharply, firmly.

She shot him a grateful smile that dropped quickly when she wondered what she must look like, if her crying had smudged her makeup. On impulse, she pulled the sun visor down and opened the mirror, flinching a little when a flight flicked on and showcased how her mascara had run. She wiped under her eyes and at the streak of grey down her cheek, then huffed and closed the mirror back up, commenting low, “I guess I just… I just felt really pretty tonight.”

“You are really pretty tonight.” There was something in the air between them that she didn’t understand, something dark yet promising in his rumbling voice that made her squeeze her thighs together with a nervous flutter in her stomach. She set her mostly-empty cup in the holder in favor of fisting the fabric of her skirt over her thighs, feeling her blush intensify when he went on low, leaning closer to her, “Don’t let what those little shits did to you make you feel like you aren’t beautiful, Naruto. You are.”

“I—” Her gaze flickered down to his mouth, and she had the bizarre impression that he’d noticed; something had shifted in his face, but she couldn’t tell exactly what. “It’s silly,” she admitted in a whisper, “But I… Even though I knew Kiba didn’t really like me, I was really hoping that tonight I could… That I’d have my first kiss.”

Kakashi’s gaze darkened in a way that made her stomach lurch like she was falling. “Your first kiss,” he echoed, shifting his foot to the ground to lean closer to her, and holy shit what the fuck was he doing? He reached for her burning face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek in his hand. Wondering fiercely if he could feel how hot he was making her, if he knew she was sweaty and nervous and turned on in an antsy, fearful way, she stared into his dark eyes, swallowing hard when he went on softly, “You’re very special, Naruto. Not like the other girls your age at all. You deserve a first kiss with someone who really likes you, not some cum-for-brains idiot middle schooler.”

“Someone like…?”

His lips quirked up a little in the corners, like he knew she’d caught him, and her heart began to pound when she caught his gaze dipping down to her mouth and back up. “Someone who cares about you deeply,” he told her in a soothing rumble that made the place between her thighs clench, drifting closer to her with every word, and she found herself leaning in, too, mesmerized, feeling as though she were having an out-of-body experience, like she was floating, dreaming. “Someone who thinks that you’re wonderful and beautiful and funny. Someone who would rather kiss you than anyone else in the…”

Their first kiss was like being set on fire. It burned through her, made everything she was composed of turn to ash and hot coals and desire. Her teacher’s lips were soft and gentle, his hand on her face warm and reassuring, and the way he held her—the way he moved his lips against her just a little, like he couldn’t help himself but still didn’t want to scare her—felt like touching a high-voltage wire; it froze her in place and lit up every nerve in her body, and—

Overwhelmed, she pulled back abruptly, fisting her hands on her lap and pressing against the door, somehow having completely lost her breath. She looked at Kakashi—her fucking algebra teacher—and took in his delicately flushed face, his heavy gaze, the intimidating bulge in his loose pants, and suddenly, she saw everything in a new light. The extra attention. The dress. The fact that he’d taken to sitting her in his lap at least once or twice a week after class to do homework together. Giving her his number, asking her to call him by his first name, telling her she was beautiful…

“Was that what you were hoping for?” he asked, his voice low like he was trying not to startle her as he looked her up and down, probably trying to figure out if she was going to run out of the car screaming that a grown man had just kissed her. (Frankly, she was trying to figure that out for herself as well.) “… Are you alright?”

Naruto nodded convulsively, self-consciously covering her mouth with her hand, then blurted out, “No, I— It’s not what I was— I never thought that you would—”

“Like you back?”

The implicit assumption in that question—the correct assumption that she liked him—was short-circuiting her brain. “You knew?” She shook her head abruptly. “It—it doesn’t matter, I need to go, I think, I need to—” and then she was out of the suddenly stifling car, stumbling down the sidewalk in the brisk evening air and calling back over the worried questions she was receiving, “I’m fine! Totally fine! Just gotta, you know, I’ve got curfew, and I need to…”

She got halfway down the block before Kakashi got the car turned around and pulled up next to her with his window down. “Naruto,” he wheedled, his expression openly worried. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart. Let me drive you the rest of the way, you don’t need to walk. I’ll take you straight there, I swear.”

Tricky people. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, eyeing the man in the car warily. Adults aren’t supposed to ask you to keep secrets. That’s what she’d been taught after she’d told one of her school counselors about dancing naked for her second foster father when she was a little kid. But she wasn’t really a kid anymore, and he didn’t look guilty. Just… concerned. Maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal. It was just a kiss.

Before she even realized she was going to give in, Kakashi had put the car in park with a murmur of good girl that bizarrely piqued her interest in maybe kissing again, and then—almost numb to the situation, like it hadn’t quite sunk in for her yet that it was real—she was crossing in front of his car and sliding back into the passenger seat, swallowing hard when he put it back in drive and the doors locked.

True to his word, though, he immediately began to drive towards the home, albeit slowly, as he told her in low, soothing tones with his eyes on the road, “I didn’t mean to scare you, Naruto. You’re just so mature for your age, sometimes it feels like I’m not talking to a teenager at all, and I really like you.” Something warm was squirming around in her guts ticklishly as these words failed to register as having even a remote possibility of being true; somebody like Kakashi could never really think she was special, could they? “I understand if you feel like you need to tell another adult what happened. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“I don’t want…” Yes, this was true, she should say it; it was okay if he wasn’t asking her to keep the secret, right? If it was her choice? “I don’t want to tell anyone.”

He shot Naruto a relieved smile. “Good. Well, now we know we like each other—” He eased to a stop outside of the home and unlocked the doors. “—so there’s no rush. We don’t have to do that again until you want to, if you ever do. … A girl like you is worth pining for.”

She felt like she was going to fucking faint. “Are you saying you want to…?”

“Wait for you? Yeah, sweetheart.” He winked at her. “If you’ll wait for me, too.”

On impulse, she surged towards him, pressing her lips to his cheek and feeling his warmth, the thrilling, subtle scratch of his stubble, and then she was scrambling out of the car and up the steps, red-faced and wet between the legs and powerfully confused but also happier than she could ever remember being.

…

Kakashi was so normal on Monday that Naruto felt like maybe she’d imagined the kiss.

She’d been too much of a coward to go visit him at lunch as usual, but she was also too much of a coward to skip class, so she filtered into his room just before two as usual, even managing to smile at him a little when he greeted her with his usual polite Ms. Uzumaki despite the way the mere sight of him made her stomach twist and her ears hot and her underwear slick.

She’d thought quite a lot about what she wanted, what her most important person was offering her. Affection. Love. A future in which she wasn’t alone anymore, one with a family, safety, security. More kisses like the one that she’d been touching herself thinking about every night since Friday after the dance, and maybe even more than that. Maybe a fulfillment of her idle fantasies about her sexy teacher pressing her down onto his desk or picking her up to pin her against the wall. After all, he’d said he didn’t see her as a kid, right? So he must have wanted to treat her like… like a woman.

Even still, she knew it was wrong. That they could get in trouble, that Kakashi could go to jail. That it was a bad idea.

These thoughts chased each other in circles all through class, and she didn’t hear a single word he said about linear inequalities. It seemed like she only blinked and suddenly everyone was leaving, chattering about their weekends and the dance and Kiba’s mysteriously busted nose, and then they were alone, Naruto in the back of the room by the exit and Kakashi leaning against his desk at the front with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her.

Slowly, she looked at the door. The long rectangular window ubiquitous to every classroom door in the school had been long since been covered with plaid wrapping paper; virtually all of the teachers in the school chose to cover it up these days so that potential active shooters couldn’t see inside. Nobody had ever once come looking for Kakashi after school while she was spending time with him—from what she understood, he didn’t really socialize with his colleagues. They were alone.

“… Naruto,” he greeted her evenly after a moment in which she continued to stare, and she obediently dragged her gaze to the front of the room, taking in how handsome her teacher looked that day with a pleasurable jolt low in her stomach. “How are you?”

Nonsensically, she nodded in response, jerking to her feet abruptly and forcing herself to cross the room towards him. She couldn’t really breathe, let alone think, so she just kept her eyes on his shiny shoes and kept walking, not at all sure what she was going to do when she got there until—

“Oh,” Kakashi murmured with a note of pleasant surprise as he uncrossed his arms, giving her space to press herself more firmly to him, embracing him tight around the waist with her burning face hidden in his chest. He smelled incredible, she noted with a trembly feeling taking over her joints and making her feel like she was falling in the best possible way, and he was so muscular, his body intriguingly lined and hard against hers. He wrapped her up tight against him, looping one long limb around her waist while the other braced behind her back with his palm cradling her skull. “Oh, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to give you a proper hug for a long time now.”

He dipped his head, burying his nose in her hair and breathing her in, and her knees almost gave out on her then and there. “Can we k-kiss again?” she asked nervously, pressing her face hard against his sternum. “Please?” That was what she wanted, she was pretty sure. She wanted to feel desirable, important, special, and Kakashi seemed to think that she was all of those things, so why wouldn’t she want to kiss him?

“You understand this has to be a secret, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then of course we can.”

And then he took his mask down and kissed her, so well and so thoroughly that by the time he sat her down in his lap with his erection digging into her behind to make her do her homework, she was wet and excited to the point that the pressure of his thigh distracted her, made her want to rock against him. And she was pretty sure she’d made the right choice.

…

The next few weeks were like a dream. Lunch with Kakashi started to feel like dates. After school, he’d always kiss her until she was slick between the legs, breathless, and feeling needy and clingy, and then they’d tease each other while they did her homework together; it truly thrilled Naruto, the quiet, restrained sounds of pleasure her teacher would make when she squirmed in his lap, the way his erection would twitch against her, how he’d whisper in her ear and rest his hand dangerously high up on her thigh, tracing circles with his thumb. She was starting to have a Pavlovian response to doing math problems, finding herself wet whenever she worked on them even in the isolation of her room.

And he was so sweet to her, and funny, and kind, and patient. He never asked to touch her, or for her to touch him. He brought her chocolates and a stuffed frog plushy and other thoughtful little gifts, including a beautiful burnt orange sweater for her fourteenth birthday. If she was really struggling to understand something in any of her classes, he’d gently ease her off of his lap and have her pull up a chair so that she could focus. It was perfect.

And even better, on the weekends after she’d provided picture proof that she’d finished her homework, he’d text her as much as she wanted.

It was so wonderful to feel like she wasn’t alone, she marveled again where she laid curled up around her pillow in bed, nibbling on her lower lip and staring at her phone as she waited for a response from her teacher. He’d warned her he was going out that afternoon and that he’d be busy until late, but it was around the time he said he’d be home, and—

8:43 Good evening, beautiful. I see you finished your science homework.

She buried her face in the pillow for a moment, silently kicking her feet to try to get some of her nervous energy out. It was so intense it made her want to scream. Grateful that she was alone in her room assignment again—two other temporary roommates had already come and gone—she texted back a hurried confirmation, then asked how his day had gone after school.

8:44 Good. Got my errands done.

8:44 I can’t stop thinking about the dress you wore today.

Naruto flushed scarlet, immensely pleased with this praise. The dress had been a gift from her secret boyfriend, something that he said he’d seen and not been able to stop thinking about how good it would look on her. It was simple, really, enough that she’d been able to make herself wear it even though she avoided girly clothes and wearing real outfits as opposed to oversized t-shirts and jeans; a modest, long-sleeved knit dress in brown and burgundy, but form-fitting and flattering enough that she’d noticed that Kakashi wasn’t the only guy at school who had seemed to appreciate it. Kiba even looked at her, and for the first time since the night of the dance.

8:44 thx again, i love it

8:45 wdym u cant stop thinking about it??

She watched him type, her chest so tight with nerves she could barely stand it, and felt everything in her squeeze up with a suppressed nervous giggle at the responses that came through.

8:45 I mean you’re a tease.

8:45 And I liked touching your bare thigh more than I could possibly tell you. It was hard to let go.

Blushing, she started to type back, but before she could get more than a word or two written, he added, I hope you know it’s not a bad thing that you’re a tease, sweetheart. There’s still no pressure. Then, I like being teased.

Fucking hell.

There was something she’d been working herself up to try for over a week, and she kept chickening out because it felt too out of the blue, but this… This was exactly the right time, wasn’t it? She wanted to—wanted what he’d say, how he’d look at her—and she needed to keep him interested, didn’t she?

So, trembling in the fingertips in her excitement, her stomach jittery and her panties wet, she took the same picture she’d practiced and deleted a few times already, following guides she’d found online to try to maximize the eroticism of it. The result was angled in a way that felt casual, showed her from hip to neck in her tiny sleep shorts and one of her tight grey tank tops, showing off her collarbones and the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the peaks of her nipples, and a sexy, teasing strip of skin exposed between the hems of her scant clothing. It looked hot, she was sure of it, with the lightning just dim enough to make her skin look smooth and her weird skinny arms out of frame and her face not visible, and she wanted her boyfriend to look at her that way, wanted…

She did it before she could stress too badly about it, sending the picture with the caption like this? Then she threw her phone down and got up, too full of nervous energy to sit still, and grabbed her toiletry caddy, making herself leave her phone behind so she wouldn’t make herself sick waiting for a response while she distracted herself getting ready for bed.

Even so, when Naruto returned only a few minutes later having rushed through her evening routine, she was almost dizzy with nausea as she unlocked her phone with trembling fingers to read Kakashi’s seven responses.

8:47 Good god

8:47 Are you trying to kill me?

8:48 You are *beautiful*, baby girl.

8:49 Thank you so much for trusting me with this.

8:49 I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier in my life.

8:49 Yes, that’s definitely teasing.

8:50 I better be the only boy getting pictures like this from you.

She’d never been so turned on while simultaneously being that close to throwing up from nerves.

8:53 ofc u are

8:53 nobody else even wanst to look at me like that

8:53 so dont worry about that

8:54 do u rly like it?

She realized she was biting her nails and forced herself to stop, sitting tensely at her tiny desk with her phone open on it, too worked up to even think about moving to get more comfortable. She was expecting reassurances, maybe more compliments if she was lucky, and was utterly unprepared for what she received instead.

8:56 What do you think, does it look like I like it?

8:56 .png

Holy fuck.

Mouth gaped open, Naruto stared wide-eyed down at the picture on the screen, stunned frozen and speechless by the sight. It wasn’t a dick pic, not exactly, but it also wasn’t not that; it was a picture of his lap, fully clothed in a dark shirt and light grey sweatpants, but he had his hand wrapped around his stuff so that the outline of it was clear, and it was huge. Frantically, the moment her brain came back online, Naruto reached out and tapped the image to enlarge it, her eyes skittering over what she was seeing with an odd, deep throb in her stomach that was half fear and half anticipation, half what if it doesn’t fit? and half but what if it does?

9:01 Did I scare you, baby?

9:01 no

9:02 yes?

9:02 its big D:

9:02 Haha, don’t worry about that. It’s made to fit.

9:03 And like I said, we aren’t in a hurry.

Right. Right, this was an escalation, but it wasn’t like he was going to bend her over his desk on Monday, right? She was having fun. Right? Yeah. Having fun. Everything was fine.

9:03 Have you ever put anything inside, sweetheart?

Jesus Christ.

9:04 You don’t have to tell me if that feels like too much. Just curious.

She wasn’t a kid. It wasn’t too much. She could handle an adult conversation. Right?

9:05 ummmm. yea

9:05 like my fingers and stuff

9:05 ‘And stuff,’ huh?

Blushing so hard it felt like the blood vessels in her face might burst, Naruto threw herself into bed and hid under the covers, like that would make her feel any less exposed and vulnerable when she told her secret boyfriend, like the handle of my hairbrush.

9:06 Mm. I see.

9:06 How did that feel?

They were sexting, right? This was sexting that they were doing right now?

9:06 good ig

9:06 well i mean, not i guess

9:07 it felt good

9:07 Do you know how to finish yourself off, beautiful?

9:07 wdym?

9:08 Are you good at giving yourself an orgasm?

Naruto promptly locked her phone, buried her face in her pillow, and screamed as quietly as she possibly could, desperate for all of the strange, powerful feelings inside her to calm the fuck down and let her think.

9:09 i guess not really?

9:09 sometimes i can do it but sometimes its hard

She should be honest, right? You were supposed to be honest with your boyfriend?

9:09 more like usually its too hard

9:10 ive only done it right a few times

Almost always immediately after waking up from a particularly erotic dream, and she hadn’t had that happen in a long time…

9:10 I could teach you how, sweetheart.

It… it had been a while since she’d really tried…

…

9:12 Okay, pretty girl. Take your clothes off and lie down on your bed.

9:12 Turn out the lights and get under your blanket if that’s more comfortable.

9:13 okay

9:13 now what?

9:13 Tell me how your body feels.

9:13 excited

9:14 sensitive

9:14 im nervous

9:14 Don’t be, sweetheart. I’ve got you.

9:14 How does it feel to brush across your nipples?

9:14 good

9:14 tingly

9:15 Keep doing that for me. Be gentle with yourself.

9:15 What do you usually do when you touch yourself?

9:15 um

9:15 put my fingers inside ig

9:15 or whatever else i find

9:16 Do you touch your clit?

9:16 my what?

9:16 Okay, let’s back up. Do you have a hand mirror?

9:16 im sorry, do you think im an old rich lady?

9:16 Point taken.

9:17 Your phone, then. I’m not asking you to take a picture for *me*, I promise, but take a picture to delete in just a moment of your vulva so we can talk about it.

9:17 i repeat, my what?

9:18 The outside parts of your vagina are called your vulva.

9:18 OH RIGHT

9:18 i knew that

9:21 i did it

9:21 Good girl.

9:22 .png

9:22 See anything familiar?

9:23 yea

9:23 they taught us about the labia and everything

9:24 You see the part on the diagram labeled ‘clitoris’?

9:24 yea?

9:24 Do you see it on your body?

9:26 … maybe?

9:26 Try feeling around where it should be for something that’s really sensitive. Be gentle.

9:30 You there?

9:31 i found it

9:31 Good girl. Does it feel good?

9:33 yea

9:33 but idk what to do now

9:33 Are you wet?

9:33 yes x(

9:34 Don’t be embarrassed. It turns me on, I promise.

9:34 Try a little circle around it. Light pressure.

9:37 Feel good?

9:38 yes

9:38 Really good?

9:38 yes

9:38 Good job.

9:39 Now, here’s what I want you to do.

9:39 Close your eyes, take deep, slow breaths.

9:39 Keep doing exactly what you’re doing until it either stops feeling good or you feel like you need more.

9:46 i need more

9:47 A little bit more pressure, or a little faster. Tease your nipple for me with your other hand. Chase whatever feels best and don’t worry about if you’re doing it right. There’s no right or wrong way.

9:47 You’ve got this.

9:56 thank you.

9:56 Good?

9:56 yea

9:56 so much better

9:56 I’m glad.

9:57 You’re so sexy, baby. Are you sleepy now?

9:57 yea

9:57 Get some rest. <3 I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

9:57 <3

Chapter Text

That next Monday was the first time anything felt heated during class.

Every time she noticed his gaze on her, Naruto felt like Kakashi was trying to catch her on fire. There was something dark and maybe dangerous in his pretty grey eyes that lit her up inside, made her feel trembly and nervous and out of breath. She kept squirming in her chair when they made eye contact, and then she’d see him smiling under his mask and it would make everything worse, and she kept staring at his crotch wondering where he was hiding the monster she’d seen Friday night, and god, she’d basically shown him her nipples…

It got her feeling so nervous and strung-out that she briefly considered shouldering her bag and heading out with her classmates, but one glance up at her teacher’s searing, fixated expression pinned her in place, had her fumbling for her mostly-empty water bottle for something to wet her suddenly very dry tongue. Her face was getting hot, she could tell, and she couldn’t bring herself to move or look up as he approached her with easy, measured, long-legged strides until he was standing over her in the otherwise-empty classroom.

She’d almost screwed up the courage to talk when her secret boyfriend suddenly bent over her, scooping her up into his arms as though she weighed nothing, and held her tight to his chest, burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. She was still struggling to catch up to this turn of events, squirming against the arms that held her around the back and under her knees, when he let out his breath on a sigh of, “You are so damned beautiful, sweetheart. How did I get so lucky?”

A rush of relief washed over her, and she realized she’d been afraid that now that she’d crossed that line, he’d either demand more or throw her away, but he seemed just as sweet and interested in her as he always was, just exactly as gentle as he sat her down on his desk and pressed between her knees, holding her close to him as he cupped her jaw in his palms, smiling down at her like she was the most special girl in the world. Overcome by how pleased he clearly was with her, she surged up towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing their lips together through his mask for an exhilarating kiss. “You lucky?” she breathed reverently when they parted, watching him take down the barrier between them with rapt attention. “I’m the lucky one, Kakashi.”

Nobody had ever so much as looked at her the way he did, after all. Nobody else made her feel special and pretty the way he did. Nobody else cared, and she figured there was a really good chance that nobody else ever would.

They kissed like they always did, except it was nothing at all like it always was. There was a new sensuality to it, a desire that made her feel entirely out of her depth as she melted into Kakashi and he pressed against her. Feeling his erection against her stomach was a new thrill, as was the lingering presence of his tongue in her mouth where his intrusions were typically brief, and it all left her feeling awfully naked.

“Thank you for letting me help you feel good the other night,” he breathed against her lips when at length they parted, his hands clenched possessively on her hips and his body plastered to hers. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. It was so unexpected, sweetheart, you thrill me.” Then his expression grew a little more serious as he pulled slightly back from her, checking quietly, “Are you sure I didn’t scare you? You enjoyed yourself?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered completely on instinct, mesmerized by her beautiful boyfriend’s proximity, the easy way he controlled her body, like she was a puppet and he held all her strings, or like she was an instrument he’d been playing for years.

“You don’t have to call me sir anymore, you know,” he teased her, pressing a kiss to her nose, only to freeze in place at her response, spoken quite without any input from her brain at all.

“I want to,” Naruto told him, honest as anything. “I like calling you sir.” Slowly, Kakashi pulled back, his relentlessly handsome face unreadable as he studied her, and when belatedly, it hit her what she’d said, she flushed crimson. “I—I mean—”

He cut her off with another searing kiss that wiped her mind blank, and when it was over, he pressed kisses to the corner of her mouth, her cheek, the lobe of her ear, where he whispered, “You’re so perfect, Naruto. I can be your sir. Is that what you want?”

And… yeah, maybe it was. Maybe that was why she kept fantasizing about him holding her down. Maybe she wanted him to be in charge. Was that normal?

…

Naruto did as much research about it as she could over the last two weeks of fall semester, blushingly perusing blogs and guides and sometimes erotica or pornography in incognito mode on her phone, trying to chase down the cause, purpose, and meaning of the feelings that her new boyfriend invoked in her so much more powerfully than she’d ever felt them before, and it didn’t take long before she was simply building upon the answer she’d arrived at easily.

She clearly wasn’t normal, but that was probably okay, because it seemed like there were plenty of others who felt the way she did, and it seemed like a lot of men liked girls like her. Hopefully Kakashi would, too. Would want to tie her up, spank her, control her. Would want to do devious things to her and manipulate her to his desires. Put a collar on her and put her on her knees, have her suck the thick erection he’d shown her the outline of blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back. That sounded… really good.

After all, if he was making her, she couldn’t be ashamed of it, right? It wasn’t her fault. She was just doing what she was told. It seemed like an incredible loophole around the strange feelings of shame and guilt that had accompanied thinking about her body or sex since her time spent being religiously indoctrinated by a pair of stuffy old Catholics who forgot to also teach her long division or what a thesis statement was.

She was pretty sure that Kakashi knew that was what she wanted. He’d used the vocabulary she’d learned in her research—offered to be her ‘sir’—and ever since she’d nodded breathlessly in response, he’d been a little more… directive with her. A little handsier. More willing to pick her up, to rearrange her, to be a bit rough when he pulled her into his lap and kissed her.

She liked it a lot. Wanted more, she was fairly certain, but hasn’t quite worked out how to ask for it, and now it was the last day of finals, they hadn’t kissed for more than a few minutes in a week in deference to her study schedule, and she was about to run out of opportunities to talk to him about it before her boring, lonely two week long winter break. It was her last chance, and even though she was exhausted and fried from her long exams, she was determined to do her best.

Finals week was structured a little strangely; classes were from eight to eleven, two one-hour-and-thirty-minute exam slots, and then only one slot after lunch. Most students never had more than two in one day, but since she got extra time, her schedule was even more messed up; her peers were largely already long gone by the time she stumbled blurry-eyed into Kakashi’s classroom just after two that day, her hand cramping after having written her English final for Ms. Patterson, which had consisted of four extended short answer questions and one essay question. When he looked up from his grading and saw her, he smiled wide, rapidly beginning to shuffle through the exams spread across his desk with an enthusiastic, “There you are! You did a wonderful job, pretty girl. Come look.”

She couldn’t fight the smile that rose on her face as she hurried over, even as she tried to wipe it away. She couldn’t help it; she’d studied really hard to catch up in earnest ever since Kakashi had started talking about her taking an AP track in high school, and seeing that neatly printed red 92 in the top corner of her algebra exam had her feeling really rather proud of herself. “Oh, wow,” she heard herself murmur, feeling warm even before she found herself pulled down into her boyfriend’s lap, a firm kiss pressed to her cheek and strict arms around her waist. He was always so warm, practically radiated heat. “I… This is because of you, you know. I think I did well on my other exams, too, and it’s all because of you.”

He made a disbelieving sound, squeezing her to the hard planes of his body and burying his face in her neck, breathing her in like he always did, like he missed the way she smelled when she wasn’t around. “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink,” he told her, his tone brooking no room for argument. “This is your hard work, Naruto, not mine. You did a great job.”

She twisted in his lap, pressing a kiss to his masked cheek and then tugging down the dark fabric covering his face to reveal his beaming smile. “We’ll compromise and say it’s both our faults, hm?” she offered, feeling so damn special and grown up when it made him visibly melt for her that she had absolutely no defenses against what happened next.

Kakashi cupped her jaw in his broad, calloused hand, guiding her to face his impossible handsomeness head on, and looked deep into her eyes as he requested softly, almost shyly, “I was wondering… Would you like to celebrate with me?” Time seemed to slow, her heart thudding loud behind her ribs as she watched him press, “I mean… someplace more private.”

They’d talked about sex a few more times over text, not really any more explicitly than they had the first time. She’d sent him two more pictures, one of her in a bra and jeans in the over the door mirror in her room while her newest roommate was gone and one of her pushed-up cleavage in a low-cut sweater he’d gifted her a week or two before. They’d never discussed a timeline for anything, or any boundaries around it, or what it would look like. But she wanted him. Wanted to be close to him. Wanted to make her sir pleased with her.

The conflict must have been visible on her face, because her teacher cleared his throat, worry entering his gaze as he clarified hastily, “We don’t— I’m not trying to get you alone so that we can have sex, sweetheart, I swear I’m not. Just— Wouldn’t it be nice to cuddle on a couch instead of on a desk?”

It… would. It really would. And before she thought about it even a moment more, she heard herself reason aloud, “Um, yeah. Yeah, that sounds really nice.”

…

Being in Kakashi’s house was weird.

It seemed kind of too nice to be a single teacher’s house, that was one thing, but at the same time, it was strangely empty. There was nothing on the walls, only a single couch and a side table in the spacious living room, and no dining room furniture at all, just a bar stool at the kitchen counter. When Naruto asked, he seemed distracted, glancing around his home like he hadn’t noticed it before as he explained shortly, “Ah, well. Haven’t lived here very long. Stay right there, won’t you?”

So she did. She stood in the middle of his living room feeling small and out of place in the oversized hoodie he’d had her wear out to the car to obscure her identity, picking at the sleeves and feeling awfully, awfully nervous. She was alone with a grown man, after all, one who wanted to see her naked and touch her, she was almost positive. Maybe he even wanted to have sex with her, and she had no idea what to do if they did. Like, she’d read about it and stuff, and she’d heard you weren’t supposed to ‘starfish,’ but she wasn’t clear on exactly what she was supposed to actively do… And if she did a bad job, what if he didn’t want her anymore?

She didn’t let herself think about what she wanted. It didn’t matter. Kakashi was good to her, so she ought to go along with whatever he wanted, right?

She startled badly when she felt a tug at the hem of the hoodie, but it was just her boyfriend. Heart in her throat and the frantic thought already? Right now? in her mind, she nevertheless obediently raised her arms over her head, allowing herself to be stripped of it and left in her long sleeve t-shirt, trying not to freeze up when he tossed it aside and immediately pulled her back against him, his body warm and hard and threatening and comforting. When he spoke, it was against the shell of her ear, and it sent shivers down her spine. “You’re so perfect, pretty girl. I had some ideas to maximize our time together, but if anything makes you uncomfortable, just let me know, alright? You can’t disappoint me.” Pretty sure that isn’t true. “Come with me?”

She swallowed, feeling dizzy, and couldn’t recall taking any steps to go with him; she was just suddenly in a cozy bedroom lit by an electric fireplace, warm light emanating from under the bed (the largest she’d ever seen in real life, made up so nicely she didn’t want to touch it), and a smattering of large candles on each bedside table, staring at his finely stitched grey and cream quilt like it would strangle her. Before she could finish taking it all in, her teacher had guided her straight through into a gleaming, so-nice-she-couldn’t-process-it master bathroom, telling her kindly, “I thought it would be nicer to cuddle if we were wearing comfy clothes, so I set something out for you to change into. You don’t have to, and I’ll leave you alone to decide, alright? Come out whenever you’re ready.” He paused, turning to go, and she scanned him up and down, realizing belatedly that he had, in fact, changed into soft sweatpants and a t-shirt rather than his usual button down and slacks. “This is romantic, not necessarily sexual. Do you understand that?” he checked.

And Naruto wanted to believe him. Really, she did. But if that was the case, why were they going to do it in a bed instead of in the living room? So she played along, offering him a weak smile and an unsteady nod, terrified to look at the bundle of clothes on the counter and discover that it was a nightie or lingerie, and then she was alone.

She took a moment to attend to her needs as she tried to calm down, using the restroom and splashing her face with cool water as well as taking several sips of it from her palm, trying to wet her dry tongue. She stared critically into the mirror, squinting to see what Kakashi seemed to see in her, but all she saw was a scrawny fourteen year old girl who wasn’t allowed to wear makeup and didn’t know how to do anything to her hair other than halfway blowdry it. Unremarkable. Ordinary. Not ugly, not really, but not pretty, either. Why had he chosen her for this? She wished for the millionth time that she could ask, but she had a feeling it tied in with how he’d known her parents, and every time she brought them up, he got sad and distant, so she tried not to.

Eventually, she worked up the courage to explore the clothing she’d been provisioned, her shoulders sagging in relief when she discovered that it wasn’t anything strappy and lacy and adult, just a soft, many-times-washed borrowed shirt and a pair of Kakashi’s briefs. It was maybe a bit more exposed skin than she’d been hoping for, but it wasn’t anything crazy, she reasoned as she pulled the stretchy fabric up her quivering thighs. She could handle it, and she could handle whatever else happened, too.

She padded out barefoot into the sensually lit bedroom immediately upon dressing, knowing that if she waited even a moment, she’d lose her nerve, and was immediately swept into Kakashi’s arms, and… Yeah, being pressed against him with no thick fabric or buttons or zippers in the way was different. It made her feel excited, exhilarated, and she didn’t protest when he picked her up like a bride with praise pouring from his lips like a faucet and arranged himself sitting in the center of the mattress with her in his lap, pressing kisses to the top of her head as he gushed, “—so much, baby, every day. I’ve wanted to spend time with you like this for so long. No prying eyes, no unlocked doors, just you and me. You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”

No. Are you going to fuck me? “It is nice,” she murmured shyly, trying not to flinch and mostly succeeding when his strong, warm hand squeezed the outside of her thigh. “We’re… going to cuddle, you said?”

Kakashi hummed his affirmation. Joy poured from him, his expression relaxed and open and happy, his body loose and easy, like they’d been lovers for decades, not merely stealing kisses in a classroom for the last few months. “Nothing you don’t want to do,” he confirmed gently, stroking her back, but on the second pass, he settled his fingertips over the clasp of her bra, dipping his head to look her in the eye and ask seriously, “Don’t you want this off? I bet it would be more comfortable.”

He looked so sincere. Like he was genuinely only concerned with her comfort and not with ease of access to her breasts. Even so, a pit of dread opened up in her stomach as she quietly agreed with him, surprised when he was able to unhook it almost instantly with one hand even through the fabric, and obediently, she pulled her arms into the oversized shirt she wore, took it off, and righted herself, tossing her bra off to the side in the interest of her boyfriend not looking too hard at it, and then…

And then he laid her down. When he asked her if she was cold, she nodded, trying not to be obvious that she was attempting to cover her nipples from showing, and he disappeared into the closet for just a moment before returning with a large, soft blanket, and she couldn’t breathe, and her body was tense all over as her fucking algebra teacher curled up next to her, arranging the comforting fabric over both of their bodies and then pressing against her, draping a possessive arm over her hips, and she did she mention that she couldn’t fucking breathe?

“You’re all freaked out,” Kakashi murmured, sounding almost mournful. “I should have realized this would be too much. Roll onto your side, yeah? I’m going to hold you, and I won’t move a muscle until you want me to, okay?”

At first, that was worse. Being spooned by a man twice her size, his legs tucked behind hers and his heavy arm around her waist, her ass pressed firmly against his occasionally-twitching erection… She felt so small and helpless, dwarfed in his arms with her head tucked under his chin, and fuck, had she really been taking an exam an hour ago? But gradually, as her fear waned and the warmth soaked into her, Naruto remembered how desperately she wanted to be held. How many nights she’d spent texting her boyfriend and wishing he was there in bed with her. How determined she’d been only that morning that today would be the day that she asked him for more. The hardness pressed against her from behind gradually stopped feeling like a threat and became more of a tease as they breathed together in the half-dark, and maybe it was a little strange that they weren’t talking, but she thought maybe she understood why. They talked all the time; Kakashi was probably simply relishing the physical contact as the primary novelty of their situation.

By the time she could think of nothing else besides how good it felt to be held and how curious she was about the thick flesh pressed between the globes of her ass, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to take her secret boyfriend by the wrist and guide his hand to cup her breast.

Some part of her feared (or perhaps hoped?) that he’d snap on the spot and hold her down, but she reminded herself that he was a grown man and she was most likely far from his first lover; he knew what he was doing, wouldn’t get overwhelmed and lose his head like she understood teenaged boys were prone to. He squeezed her gently, stroked her soft flesh, teased her nipple through her shirt until she could be neither silent nor still, shifting restlessly in his arms with tiny sounds of pleasure falling from her lips. Occasionally, he would switch sides, and it would be a relief until his gentle torment worked her back up to a boil, but as this rhythm continued with endless patience, she became so sensitive that switching was no relief at all. It made her wet, made her want to writhe to try to escape how gentle and maddening the pleasure being inflicted upon her was, and she’d had no idea that a man could make a woman feel this way just by touching her chest.

She needed more.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kakashi murmured, the first thing either of them had said in a long while, and the words made her whimper with need. She wanted to be a good girl. She wanted him to touch her. He’d made absolutely no move to do anything she didn’t want him to, and that gave her the courage to guide his hand up her shirt, relieved when the permission to touch her directly distracted him, causing him to give up torturing her nipples so sweetly in favor of feeling her, squeezing her. “You have the most perfect tits, I swear.”

“Do you—” She swallowed, trying to figure out if this was what she wanted, but she was so turned on that suddenly everything sounded like a good idea, and she threw caution to the wind, asking softly, “Do you want to see them?”

The answer, perhaps obviously, was yes. She was urged onto her back, and it suddenly got much harder to bear what they were doing when she caught sight of Kakashi’s face flushed with arousal and his eyes dark with desire, but by then it was too late; she’d already offered. So she made no protest as the blanket was drawn down to her hips, holding her breath to keep herself calm and steady when he took the hem of her borrowed shirt between his elegant fingers and eased it up, the cool air against her stomach a tease and against her tortured nipples a relief as her body was exposed to him.

She kept her gaze fixed on her boyfriend, the grown man who’d brought her to bed, trying not to think too hard about what was happening to her, what he was seeing. He was unfairly handsome, really, casual and beautiful laid out on his side next to her with his head propped up on his fist, surveying her with an air of satisfaction so thick she could practically taste it.

“Am I the only one who’s seen you like this, Naruto?”

The truthful answer was yes, but even if it hadn’t been, she’d have known what the correct answer was and given it to him. “Uh huh.”

“Good girl. Keep it that way.” Then his gaze flickered up to her face, his lips curving into a smile as he offered sweetly, “Do you want me to take off my shirt or keep it on?”

He had sent her exactly one picture other than the one of his stuff through his sweatpants, and she had spent entirely too much time staring at it ever since. It was of himself in the bathroom mirror where she’d gotten changed a bit before, fresh from a shower in a towel with water beaded over his expanse of fine, artfully scarred pale skin and flawless muscle, showcasing a body so sexy it seemed entirely illogical it would belong to a middle school math teacher; his abs had been cut, his chest and arms defined, and that V-shaped ridge over his hips that had always made her feel funny when she saw it in movies or advertisements ever since she was little had made her mouth water. She gave no thought at all as to whether she was escalating the situation or if she was ready to have so much contact skin-to-skin; she nodded feverishly, greedily, and he laughed a little as he obediently sat up to pull the offending fabric off and throw it away.

Fuck, but it was exactly as beautiful in person, so much so she barely even noticed herself being guided up to sitting as well, barely even was scared shitless when she realized he was going to take hers off, too. He was gorgeous, flawless, like a model, and as she sat there with her skinny arms and modest breasts on display in the dancing warm firelight of a grown man’s bedroom, she suddenly felt woefully inadequate. She wanted her shirt back, but he’d dropped it off the side of the bed, and that was when he grabbed her firmly by the elbows and directed her to straddle his lap, leaving her feeling even more exposed as the blanket fell away to reveal her quivering, mostly-bare thighs.

She was worried he wanted her to press her body against his, to let him touch his bulge to her sex through their remaining clothes, but he let her stay kneeling for the moment. His warm hands smoothed over her back, her hips, her hair, down her arms as he examined her, whispering encouragement that she was beautiful when she instinctively shifted to cover her breasts. When she still hesitated, her palms pressed over them protectively, he pressed their lips together and took her by the wrists, gently guiding them down to her sides where he held them in place, even as he trailed kisses down her sensitized neck and over her collarbone to take her nipple delicately between his teeth.

“Ah!” Naruto hadn’t known she could make noises like that, sounds so viscerally adult they could be mistaken for nothing but carnal pleasure. She flushed brilliantly, squirming in place, but he didn’t let her go and she wasn’t sure she wanted him to. The teasing scrape was lighting fireworks in her spine, making everything slick between her legs glow and pulse with pleasure, and she was so turned on she couldn’t think, so turned on that when at last, he delved back into her mouth and took her by the hips to guide her to press their most intimate places together, the pressure of his erection where she needed so badly to be touched was too much of a relief to be more than passingly scary.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this,” Kakashi whispered against her lips when she moaned into their kiss, and she opened her long-shut eyes to find him entirely too close, too intense, too heated. “More beautiful than you. I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long, baby. You’re so perfect.”

The praise lit her up inside, made her squirm, and that was how her body discovered what it wanted to do next; the shift of her hips against him felt incredible. She twitched, rocking her hips first on accident, and then on purpose when it earned more encouragement whispered hot and humid into her ear, collapsing against him to press their heated skin together, the drag of contact against her nipples in combination so good that she moaned out loud like the girls in the porn she’d watched did, only much, much quieter.

He felt so big between her legs, terrifying and thrilling all in one, and she couldn’t decide if she wanted to know what it would feel like inside her; the idea shot jolts of electricity through her core, but it also made her knuckles hurt and her eyes burn, made her feel like she was in way over her head, so she just focused on her body, on feeling good, on figuring out the right way to move to get friction on her clit, where he’d taught her it was easiest to make herself come. But even as her pleasure grew and grew within her, making her feel like she would die if it didn’t stop, she couldn’t find the edge; when she got close, she’d get nervous, shy, hyperaware that she wasn’t alone, that a man was holding her tightly, whispering to her that she was gorgeous and doing so well, sweetheart, and her rhythm would stutter, her mind going off track to wonder if she was making strange faces or sounds or moving weird or doing it wrong or being boring, and it would slip back away from her, over and over again until she trembled with it, overwhelmed, the briefs she wore so slick inside that the slide of her sensitized flesh against it made her feel like she was losing her mind with every movement.

So when the question came in her ear, dark and sweet and dangerous—do you need help, baby?—she could only nod.

That was all she had to do. In one smooth motion, with a firm embrace around her middle, she was on her back under her math teacher, under a grown man who she was increasingly sure wanted to have sex with her, clinging to his broad shoulders with a sharp cry torn from her lips at the first deliberate drag of his erection across her slit through her borrowed clothes. It was terrifying, truly, to feel so helpless, so vulnerable, to know that the only thing stopping him from fucking her was that he hadn’t yet decided to do so, that she could do nothing to prevent him if that was what he wanted, and the slow grind of his sex into hers had her breathing cutting off, her eyes going unseeing and her thighs trembling violently with proximity of orgasm. The next thrust was white hot, as was the one after that, and the next, and the next, and his lips on hers were consuming, distracting at the same time she didn’t have any brain cells left at all to kiss him back, and she was just starting to think that maybe she’d go insane before she found release when her whole body snapped into a sharp arch against his, a thin cry torn from her throat as pleasure seized her with merciless violence.

It was like dying. Someone had told her once that in French, an orgasm was called a ‘little death,’ and she’d always assumed that was a myth until that gorgeous moment in which she fully understood why someone would call it that, why an entire language and culture would call it that. It was perfection. Divine. The best physical sensation she’d ever experienced a thousand times over, and it left her shivering and panting for breath, her muscles somehow simultaneously both loose and spastic, and on its heels was a wave of emotion for the man who’d made her feel that way so intense it almost felt like dying again.

“Good fucking girl,” Kakashi groaned, seemingly knowing what she was experiencing and how to handle it as her eyes filled with overwhelmed tears. “Fucking perfect, Christ. Come here, you’re so beautiful, sweetheart, you did such a good job, you’re okay…” He gently pulled away, gathering her overwrought body into his lap to press kisses to her face, wiping away her tears without comment and holding her tight enough to help her feel like she wasn’t going to spiral away into the sky. She clung to him, her nails digging in hard to his shoulders, feeling as though if he ever let her go, she’d shatter into tiny little pieces, and on the first sob that crested over her, he whispered into her hair, “I love you so much, my sweet girl.”

Eventually, a few minutes later, she managed to collect herself enough to tell him with a broad, watery smile that she loved him too, but in that moment, she was so overcome with her feelings for him that all she could do was cry them out into his chest.

…

Later that night, Naruto was curled up in her bed, her hand wrapped around the beautiful sapphire pendant Kakashi had given her before dropping her off at the home, replaying the events of the day over and over again in her mind.

How safe she’d felt when she’d gathered herself enough after her mind-shattering orgasm to ask if it was his turn, only to receive an incredulous look and a reassurance that he didn’t need anything at all from her just then to be satisfied.

How wanted she’d felt curling back up to cuddle again, sprawled over his chest holding hands while they talked normally, like they weren’t both half naked, how free she’d felt at his encouragement to touch him, to trace his scars and the ridges of his abdomen, to press a shy, grateful kiss to his powerful chest.

How wanted she’d felt when it had visibly pained her lover to admit that their time together was drawing to a close, when he’d kissed her like he was drowning and she was his last gasp of air.

How loved she’d felt, how much she believed him that she was beautiful when he told her so again in his kitchen, standing behind her as he carefully latched this gorgeous chain around her neck, explaining shyly like he was the one out of her league that he’d gotten it for her for Christmas and he hoped she’d like it, that she’d think about him when she wore it.

Like it was even possible to think about anything else. When her roommate had asked how her English final had gone when she’d gotten home, she’d been so dazed that it had taken her a moment to even understand what the other girl was talking about. She was so in love with Kakashi that it hurt, that she simultaneously was desperate to text him and terrified to, and she wanted to give him absolutely everything she was, almost regretted not asking him for sex that afternoon. She’d get another chance, she reassured herself. And in the meantime…

…

6:32 thank u so much

6:32 today was wonderful

6:35 I’m so glad you had as much fun as I did, sweetheart.

6:35 p sure i had more fun… x(

6:36 Haha, I told you, I didn’t mind. I handled myself after I dropped you off.

6:36 Only problem is that every time I think about how beautiful you were coming on my cock today, I get hard all over again.

6:38 Too much?

6:38 just tryin to remember how to breathe

6:38 im still u know

6:38 Wet for me?

6:39 x(

6:39 yea

6:39 Good girl.

6:40 when u call me that, i feel like my stomach is inside out adn my heart gets all fluttery

6:40 is that normal?

6:40 Of course it is. That’s how I want you to feel, my good girl.

6:42 can i ask u something?

6:42 Anything, sweetheart.

6:42 u promise u wont think im weird?

6:42 Of course not. What’s on your mind?

6:42 have u ever thought about, like

6:43 tying ppl up?

6:43 I sure have.

6:43 Why do you ask?

6:44 bc i think about that sometimes

6:44 Tying people up?

6:44 no

6:44 Getting tied up?

6:44 x(

6:44 Oh, sweet pretty girl.

6:45 You’re so cute when you’re being shy, you know that?

6:45 Yes, I want to tie you up.

6:45 i didnt ask that!

6:45 You didn’t have to.

6:45 Like I told you the other day, anything that you want. Sky’s the limit.

6:46 but what do YOU want tho??

6:46 I want everything, baby.

6:46 ur making me blush

6:46 Good, you’re pretty when you blush.

6:47 Why don’t we play a game?

6:47 ?

6:47 We’ll take turns telling each other something we’ve thought about. I’ll even go first.

6:47 What do you say?

6:47 yes

6:47 Good girl.

6:47 I’ve thought about asking you to wear one of the dresses I’ve gotten you to school one day and taking your panties from you at lunch.

6:47 Knowing that you’re bare under your skirt all during class.

6:47 Or maybe letting you keep your panties and giving you an interesting toy to keep inside while I lecture. Maybe something remote controlled.

6:48 What do you think about that?

6:48 um

6:48 i like the idea

6:48 but it makes me feel embarrassed

6:48 That’s alright, sweetheart. We aren’t going to do anything we’re talking about unless you ask to. We’re just fantasizing.

6:48 Your turn.

6:50 well

6:50 ive always thought that it might be fun if u spanked me or whatever

6:50 is that weird?

6:50 Not at all.

6:50 Are you kinky, sweetheart?

6:50 i think so?

6:51 ive been reading about it a lot on the internet lately and it always makes me feel

6:51 u know

6:51 Horny?

6:51 x(

6:51 You’re adorable.

6:51 I’m kinky.

6:51 Does that make you feel better to hear?

6:51 maybe? idk

6:52 i think yes

6:52 do u want me like that?

6:52 Like what?

6:52 like

6:52 doing what you say or whatever

6:52 You’re asking if I want you to be my sub?

6:52 yes

6:52 You’re so fucking perfect.

6:53 Yeah, baby. I think about putting a collar around your neck.

6:53 Have you ever thought about that?

6:53 yes x(

6:53 do u rly?

6:53 All the time.

6:53 What else do you think about, sweetheart?

6:53 idk

6:53 Getting tied up?

6:53 yes

6:54 By me?

6:54 ofc, who else?

6:54 Just checking.

6:54 How do you want to be tied up, baby?

6:55 .png

6:55 Like that?

6:55 I can do it like that.

6:55 And then what?

6:56 no fair, its ur turn

6:56 You are absolutely right.

6:56 If I had you tied up in my bed like that, I’d want to blindfold you. Have you ever thought about if you’d like clamps on your nipples?

6:56 i liked it when u pinched them

6:56 We can try that, then.

6:56 *Now* it’s your turn.

6:57 what if i wanted to do what u say all the time?

6:57 would that be weird?

6:57 That would be perfect, Naruto.

6:57 Absolutely perfect.

6:58 :)

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Naruto and Kakashi ended up sexting a lot over winter break.

It helped that neither of them had anything better to do, and something about the extra layers of distance made it easier to admit to her fantasies, easier to handle hearing his and promise that she’d fulfill them. By Christmas Day, they were comfortable enough with it that Kakashi sent her a link to what he’d gotten as the second half of her Christmas present: an absolutely beautiful set of wrist and ankle cuffs with a matching collar, all custom made to the measurements she’d sent him in supple brown leather artfully woven in some places and stamped with floral designs in others. The necklace was her ‘day collar,’ they’d already decided, and every time she was reminded of its presence—caught a glance of it in the mirror or felt it shift against her breasts—a jolt of needy desire stabbed through her and left her breathless.

She was absolutely positive that nobody would ever make her feel the way her boyfriend did—so sexy, so desirable, so powerfully horny—even before they saw each other in person again, and that was when the real fun began. When she sat in his lap after school to look at her homework together, he’d tease her neck with lips and teeth, stroke her thighs until she was shaking and her handwriting grew wobbly, then massage slow and gentle between her legs until she thought she was going to scream, but deliciously, if she stopped working or struggled with a problem, everything would stop while he got her back on track, only to nearly fry her brain when he started up his teasing again. It doubled the time they spent on the activity, but that was fine, because the longer they kept at it, the harder she’d come when he rewarded her with firm pressure and smart circles around her clit until she shattered apart in his arms, muffling her quiet moans into her palm.

And sometimes—when she’d been doing very well in school, and especially on review days—he’d give her special instructions for during class. Go to the bathroom and put your bra and your panties in your bag before you come to class, or keep this in your cute little pussy for the rest of the day, baby, and I’ll have a reward for you. She really liked those days. It was on one of those days that he first put his mouth on her, laying her out on his desk and putting his head up her skirt, working the small dildo he’d purchased just for these games in and out of her until she seized and made a mess of his face. She really liked it when he licked her like that. She’d do pretty much anything he asked if that was the reward.

It was perfect. Naruto was in love, and the man she was in love with was handsome, good at sex, and loved her back. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Until, of course, something did.

…

“Calm down, baby, I can’t understand you,” Kakashi urged her, sounding panicked. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Where are you?”

Naruto gasped for breath, grateful that her roommate was at court-mandated group therapy and she had privacy for her complete meltdown. She tried to steady herself, wiping at her tears with shaking hands, and when she thought she could speak, she started with the important parts first, a broken, “I-I’m okay, it’s just—” but she cut herself off on another devastated sob.

She just couldn’t believe it. Eight years they’d been searching for her mysterious, long-lost godfather, eight years she’d spent fantasizing about him showing back up and taking her away forever, and now that she was finally happy, he just shows up out of the blue looking to adopt her?

“Breathe with me. Okay? Ready? In, two, three, four, out, two, three, four, hold, two, three, four…”

It helped, enough that after a few repetitions, she was finally able to get out what was wrong. “They’re sending me to Montana,” she cried miserably. “I—I don’t even—I don’t even know where that is—”

“Montana?” Kakashi interrupted, incredulous. “What do you mean, they’re sending you to Montana?”

“They—they f-found my godfather.” She took a deep, shuddering breath, backing up to fill in, “I—I have a new c-caseworker and she—and she’s been looking for him, I guess, and I guess a few m-months ago he came back to America, and—and he didn’t even know mom and dad were dead, and he’d been trying to find us, and—”

“Jiraiya is alive?” And oh, yeah, it sort of made sense that he’d know who her godfather was. There was some shuffling, and when he spoke, Kakashi sounded a tad frantic. “Where has that fucker been? He really just didn’t know that Minato and Kushina…?” He sighed harshly. “Okay, that throws a wrench in things, but we’re going to be fine, baby, I promise we’re going to be fine.”

“H-how—?”

“Shh, baby, I need you to focus right now.” She did her best, sniffling her tears away and sitting up as though that would make her more alert, and he went on smoothly, “Don’t worry, I’ve been thinking about what to do if someone wants to take you away. If it hadn’t been Jiraiya, I could have probably come with you and gotten a job at your new school without raising too much suspicion, but he’ll know something is going on. So that narrows our options down.”

He didn’t get it. She was going to get put on a plane and flown across the country again and that would be the last time they ever saw each other. Nobody would ever love her like that for the rest of her life, nobody would ever understand her or her body that way, she would be alone forever while he moved on to better, prettier girls, and—

“Naruto.” Kakashi said her name with a note of pleading, his voice low and terribly serious, so serious it drew her immediately out of her spiraling. “What would you think about running away together, baby?”

…

In another life, Naruto was pretty sure she would have really liked Jiraiya. He was kind of goofy, yeah, but sincere, and he’d gotten down on his knees to apologize to her for having been gone when she needed him, tears in his eyes and everything. If he’d come into her life even six months prior, she’d have been begging to go live with him.

As it was, knowing what she was going to do that night and why, she was having trouble looking at him across the table of the near-abandoned restaurant on the bottom floor of the hotel they were staying at (even though he seemed rather incapable of looking at anything other than her; she’d heard him say you look so much like your mother at least three times since they’d sat down) out of a strange mix of shame and anger. She was trying to focus on the latter, on the where the fuck have you been? and the how dare you come barging in now?, but overall, she just felt uncomfortable and queasy.

“You’ve barely touched your food,” the man said into the silence hanging between them, his demonstrative smile falling again into worry. “We can get you something else if you—”

“I’m fine,” she bit out, curt, unable to explain that every time she thought about the decision she’d made, it felt like her insides were all coming out. “Just tired.”

“Mm.” Jiraiya clearly didn’t believe her, but as long as he had no reason to suspect her as a runaway, everything would be fine. “It doesn’t have anything to do with leaving your friends?”

“I didn’t have any friends.”

The true statement seemed to physically hurt Jiraiya. He flinched, rubbing at the back of his neck with a sigh, and poked at a bit of salmon skin left on his mostly-empty plate with his fork. “I’m… not going to let that happen to you anymore,” he told it after a moment, his words quiet but heart-rendingly sincere. “Whatever it takes. We’ll put you in sports, change schools if we need to… Hell, I’ll go out of town and let you throw a rager. But people where we’re going are nice, you know. And it’s really beautiful.”

Naruto did not know enough about Montana to know if that was true or not. To be honest, she still couldn’t point at Montana on a map a full ten days after she’d been informed that she’d be moving there. She hadn’t bothered looking it up; she wasn’t going to Missoula, anyway. “Whatever.”

They lapsed into silence again, and after a moment, her godfather murmured, “You really do look—”

“Just like mom, I know,” Naruto interrupted him coldly. “I have a mirror, you know. I remember what she looked like.”

“And your father’s eyes.”

For one painful moment, she was back there, small and safe and happy running into her daddy’s arms, looking up into his kind blue eyes knowing that if she was with him, she was safe. And then she blinked, her necklace burning a hole through her sternum, and mumbled at her uneaten food, “Yeah. Dad’s eyes.”

…

Naruto was aware, vaguely, that her part of the plan was simple compared to Kakashi’s. Apparently, he’d only ever contacted her from a burner phone and had only rented his home, which he said would make things easier, but evidently it was pretty hard for an adult to disappear. He had to get a new car off the books, empty his bank accounts, etc. He’d quit his job with a story about a sick and dying mother the day that she’d found out about her move, a full three days before the school was informed that she’d be leaving, and they were hopeful that the fact that he’d already been “gone” for over a week at the time of her disappearance would help. As far as they could tell, nobody knew they had a special relationship of any kind; nobody paid her enough attention to know where she spent her afternoons after school. So hopefully nobody would think to mention his existence at the school to Jiraiya, who would reportedly find it immediately suspicious.

As she paced across her hotel room, chewing her fingernails down to bloody stumps, she wondered again how, exactly, her boyfriend had known her parents, but now was hardly the time to discuss it. It was almost go time.

She checked through her backpack again, cognizant of the fact that it was all she was bringing with her, but that was okay. She didn’t have much. Mostly just some clothes, her diary, and the teddy bear she’d slept with since before she could remember. The only thing she couldn’t bring that she really regretted was the quilt her mother had sewn for her during her pregnancy, and Jiraiya had recognized it with emotion on his face as he touched it, so she was pretty confident he’d keep it safe for her until she was old enough to come out of hiding and claim it. Even so, she spent her last moments in the hotel room with her face buried in it and her fists clenched tightly in the fabric, fighting off tears.

She was just stressed. Everything was going to be fine. Kakashi was a thousand times better than a blanket.

At exactly 10:45, she took her SIM card out of her phone and destroyed it the way she’d been taught, having already nuked every social media account she had and deleted every message she’d ever exchanged with Kakashi’s burner phone. She put both the phone and the card into the sink she’d filled with water, making sure it soaked into every crevice of the device thoroughly, then shouldered her bag, put her hood up, and walked out of the room, heading towards the stairwell that would take her to the side exit and out into a cold early spring evening without a backward glance.

The hotel was near the airport, which wasn’t exactly in a great part of town; she wasn’t alone on the street as she started walking, but she tried to pretend she was. “Where’re you going, mamas?” one man drinking from a bottle asked her as she passed him and his friends in an alley, half flirtatious and half genuinely concerned. “It’s too late at night to be that pretty out here.”

Two blocks up, three blocks over, she repeated over and over again in her mind, ignoring him and his friend who whistled at her. Two blocks up, three blocks over. Kakashi said there were no cameras at that intersection, not even in any of the businesses. She’d wait there for him to pick her up.

It was dimly lit; the streetlamp flickered, and she’d been instructed not to stand under it, anyway, instead lurking in the nearby alley by the dumpster. She was so nervous she could barely see straight, her back and palms slick with sweat despite her chattering teeth, and when something moved further down the alley a few minutes into her waiting, she about jumped out of her skin, only realizing it had just been someone sleeping when she was back on the sidewalk by the road. The timing was good, though; around then, a car came through that wasn’t like the others, going well below the speed limit, and she stepped up to the curb to greet it, so anxious to be tucked away safe with her boyfriend that it made her nauseous.

She thanked every lucky star she had that she hadn’t just mindlessly gotten in when the window rolled down after coming to a stop and a man she’d never seen before asked her bluntly, “How much, beautiful?” followed immediately by a suspicious, “Wait, are you even eighteen? I’m not lookin’ for that much trouble.”

Terrified, she took a stumbling step backwards, fisting the straps of her bag and tugging on them to try to comfort herself. “N-no,” she answered truthfully. “I’m fourteen.”

And thank goodness, that was all it took to have him rolling up his window and speeding off without another word.

She was almost in tears by the time another car came through that seemed like it might be looking for someone; having learned her lesson, she stayed away from it this time until the headlights flashed twice, the signal she’d been instructed to watch for, and then she rushed over, pulling open the passenger side door of the unfamiliar old SUV and throwing herself into the warm interior, slamming it shut behind her with a cut-off sigh of relief that that particular ordeal was over, and then Kakashi was pulling her across the console into a blistering kiss and she decided there and then that it had all been worth it.

…

They drove for the next six hours straight, nearly to the border the next state over by the time they pulled off the highway not long before dawn. Naruto had slept for most of that time, at Kakashi’s insistence, but she’d woken up a bit before four needing to pee and been unable to get back to sleep with the discomfort of a full bladder.

He’d gotten his hair cut rather short and dyed it black, making it easier for him to get them a room at a motel without raising suspicions, he’d explained, but it was weird to see him looking so different. She supposed that was a good thing. Then, to keep her out of view of any cameras just in case, she climbed into a suitcase in the trunk of the car and tried not to feel claustrophobic as her boyfriend zipped her up and carried her inside, easy as if she’d been a stack of t-shirts.

He’d gone to sleep, holding her tight in his arms, and it had taken a long time for her to fall asleep as well, between the light shining in from behind the curtains and her nauseating nerves—about their situation, about her decision, about the fact that they were going to be alone together from now on, about the fact that she was sleeping in a man’s arms for the first time—but eventually, she managed it.

When they woke up after two in the afternoon, Kakashi had kissed her, but he’d still seemed distracted, harried. He’d instructed her to shower and left; when she got out—dressing in day clothes in the tiny bathroom, hyperaware that there was nothing stopping them from having sex, that maybe her teacher would want to see her naked now that he’d risked everything for her—he’d acquired Chinese, and they’d eaten together quietly, her companion clearly distracted.

“We’re nearly to Kansas,” he’d told her as he cleaned up after their meal, his shoulders and jaw tense. “Our first stop is in Aurora, Colorado. We’ll stay there for two weeks, and then we should be able to relax.” He’d finally looked at her, then, and something on her face had made him soften. He’d bent over her, taking her face in his palms and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, and assured her huskily, “I’ve got it all under control, sweetheart, don’t look like that. About nine hours on the road tonight and we’ll get to hunker down together…” His gaze had traveled down her body, making everything inside her light up with fear and anticipation. “Enjoy each other.”

He’d dyed her hair before they left. Auburn, according to the bottle. Then he’d cut it to her shoulders, the shortest it had ever been in her life, and told her with a watery smile, “You look just like your mother.”

…

Naruto was sitting in the passenger seat, listening to the sounds of the highway and the tank getting filled back up. They were only fifteen minutes from the extended stay hotel they were going to be hiding out in, Kakashi had explained, but he wanted a full tank of gas ‘in case things go sideways.’

She rested her temple against the window, tiredly examining a lock of her newly-red hair in the early morning sunlight. She didn’t know how to feel about it—Kakashi hadn’t even given her a choice, had just scared the shit out of her by pulling her shirt off and informed her he was dyeing it—but she didn’t know how to feel about anything else, either. Her boyfriend was acting weird. Tense and suspicious, his head on a swivel, and he wasn’t paying much attention to her. Whenever she’d tried to talk to him for the last several hours, he’d shushed her, telling her to rest, but she’d been too nervous to sleep for most of the drive.

It was sinking deeper and deeper into her awareness that whatever he asked her for, she needed to give him, and she really wasn’t sure if she was ready for sex, let alone all the kinky things they’d fantasized about. Getting tied up. Having a toy in her ass. Being spanked. Being forced to crawl, to bark and whimper like a puppy. Being Kakashi’s plaything, his good girl, his obedient submissive. Maybe there was even more than she knew about. She doubted he’d told her everything about his fantasies… What if there was stuff she really couldn’t handle? How could she possibly tell him no when he’d blown a hole in the side of his life, was risking serious prison time just to be with her?

Naruto wasn’t worth what he was doing to be with her, and so she needed to try her best to be as valuable as possible. Probably… Probably starting that day. Soon.

The ka-chunk of the pump stopping startled her, and she flinched, glancing anxiously at the gas station Kakashi had disappeared into, wondering if it was okay to leave it there or if she ought to take it out. But he wouldn’t want her to leave the car, would he? He hadn’t let her get out anywhere near civilization yet, had made her pee in a corn field while he changed out their license plate around two that morning. So she refrained, chewing anxiously on her lower lip, and let out a relieved sigh when he reappeared a few moments later with a plastic bag in one hand and a coffee cup in the other.

He hung the gas pump back up and got into the car, locking the doors immediately and setting the bag in her lap with a quiet good girl. She poked through it, finding that she’d been provided a Gatorade, a bottle of water, and a honeybun, and even though she hadn’t said a word and had no complaints, her boyfriend told her as he buckled his seatbelt and turned the key in the ignition, “Sorry, sweetheart, I promise I’ll feed you a real meal by the end of the day.” He stifled a yawn, put the car in drive, and plucked up his paper cup, taking two hard swallows with a shudder. “God, gas station coffee is horrendous… I should add some of the real stuff to my shopping list. Do you like coffee?”

For a moment, the absurdity of the fact that she’d run away with a grown man who was now asking what struck her as a very basic get-to-know-you question rendered her mute. “I’ve never tried it,” she managed after a moment, and Kakashi shot her a startled look, like he, too, had just touched upon an awareness of how different they were, how large the gap in experience was between them.

“I… suppose that makes sense,” he said, turning back onto the frontage road and accelerating. “Climb in the back. You don’t have to zip it up yet, but I need you in the suitcase before we get on the hotel property. They have cameras in the parking lot.”

…

Try to stay awake, Kakashi had encouraged Naruto on his way back out of the hotel room for a supply run. We need to fix our sleep schedule.

She spent a while exploring the small space, interested in it. It seemed like maybe it had once been considered rather nice; everything looked to be good quality, but dated and a little beat up. She hadn’t known that hotel rooms could come with a desk and a couch, let alone a miniature kitchen complete with a full sized refrigerator, a microwave, a coffee pot, pots and pans, and a stove with only two burners. She had been instructed not to, but she peeked out of the window behind the curtains anyway, taking in the parking lot studded with trees and the mountains in the distance. Colorado was pretty, in her estimation.

The bathroom was nice enough, with a big tub. There was a hair dryer there, which she found a little strange, but the towels were nice and very, very white. For lack of anything better to do, she unpacked her meager belongings into one of the dresser drawers and took another hot shower, carefully shaving her legs (and between them, like she’d been practicing the last few weeks) as well as under her arms, strangely pleased to see more red dye in the water when she washed her hair.

She felt a little outside of herself. Weird.

She squeezed her hair out over the tub until it no longer dripped, nervous she’d stain the towels if she used them, then carefully twisted it over her shoulder to dry her body off. She applied her cheap lotion and brushed her teeth, so terrifyingly aware that she was preparing herself for sex that it hurt in her joints, and then dressed herself in her cutest black underwear to match her worn black bra, pulled on some of Kakashi’s clothes because he’d said it turned him on to see her in them (and because they were big and bulky and safe), combed her new hair out, and resigned herself to waiting.

She settled down on the couch with the now-lukewarm Gatorade in her hands, taking nervous sips as she flipped through the channels. Part of her expected it to be like in the movies, that she’d be on every news station, but she flipped back and forth through them for half an hour with no word about a teenaged runaway from southern Indiana.

Probably nobody cared other than Jiraiya. She hoped he hadn’t cried.

She startled when the door beeped and unlocked with a mechanical whir, whipping her head around to see Kakashi coming in with grocery bags in his hands, looking asleep on his feet with dark shadows under his eyes. She hurried to help him, and it sort of seemed like he didn’t want her to, but he allowed it. He’d gotten a lot of fresh food, she noticed. Vegetables and raw meat, rice, egg noodles, a couple seasoning blends. She supposed it made sense that he would eat clean, with a body like his.

He’d come in with a duffel over his shoulder, too—which she recognized from being in the trunk of the car—and put it directly in the closet without opening it, closing the door on it immediately. She didn’t know what to make of that, but something about it put her teeth on edge.

“I’m glad you stayed awake, sweetheart,” the man said once they’d put everything away and he’d begun to fuss with the coffee machine. Feeling shy but eager to please, Naruto sidled up to him, pulling the lid off of the container of Folger’s he’d procured and peeling off the tamper-evident seal for him, earning herself a tired smile. “Thank you. You’re a good girl, you know that?”

Naruto blushed, unable to muster a verbal response, and watched carefully to see how to work the coffee pot, hoping she could do it for him tomorrow morning and earn more warm looks and praise. The moment it started making sounds as it heated up the water, though, he distracted her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her in close, wrapping her in his long, powerful arms and setting his cheek on the top of her head, humming his content. He smelled good, and she felt safe there. Wanted. It helped her remember why she’d made this choice, why she wanted to be with him. Nobody else will ever want you like this.

“I love you,” Kakashi whispered, sounding absolutely exhausted and like everything he’d done had been worth it to hold her.

There were butterflies in her stomach as she clung to him, whispering back, “I love you too, Kakashi. Thank you.”

He didn’t let her go until the coffee machine beeped, and even then, only after pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. He grabbed a mug from the cabinet and rinsed it before pouring himself a generous serving of the fragrant beverage, taking a long drink of it that burned based on the face he made, but that didn’t stop him from taking another sip almost immediately. He led her over to the couch, settling down onto it with a groan and rolling out his neck with an audible pop before commenting tiredly, “Didn’t strike me as the type to watch the news on TV, baby. Doesn’t your generation get it on Reddit or Twitter or whatever?” She blinked at him, and he blinked back. “You don’t have a phone,” he remembered, laughing sheepishly. He tugged her to rest against his side, and she went willingly, melting against his hard heat and fighting the instinct to close her eyes to enjoy cuddling with him better, afraid it would make her sleepy. There was a beat of silence during which he turned the volume up by two numbers and then right back down, and his tone was thoughtful when he added, “Were you… seeing if you made the news?”

It was embarrassing, honestly. Came off self-centered, she was sure. But she admitted it. “Yeah. … But I didn’t see anything.”

Kakashi hummed, the sound sympathetic, like he knew how it had made her feel that nobody seemed to care that she’d gone missing. He turned his head, pressed a kiss into her hair, and whispered, “Let’s watch a movie, huh?”

…

Naruto had hoped that Kakashi would be too tired to claim his due that night, but she was wrong. It started slow, with the hand that had long rested still and nonthreatening on the outside of her leg starting to move.

She stared hard at the TV screen, trying not to make it obvious that she was scared, that she was too tired and didn’t want to, that she was tensing up involuntarily. She owed him, she knew she owed him. She barely registered Carrie blowing up at her controlling mother, her psychic powers going wild; she was focused on the way her boyfriend had begun to trail his fingertips up and down the outside of her thigh.

It felt good. She tried to focus on that, on the excitement that hummed under her fear, twisted through it. She made herself breathe evenly, counting through her breaths, as he traced the hem of her underwear through her borrowed sweatpants, and when he followed it over the curve of her ass and laid his palm flat, curling the very tips of his fingers in the barest hint of a squeeze, she pressed closer to him, looking for comfort in the sturdy warmth of his body against hers.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” he whispered, nudging his chin against the top of her head. “Is it too scary for you? Do you want to shut it off?” Carrie was being announced as prom queen on the stage, and the music was growing more and more tense, a good match to her mood, really. Minutely, she shook her head, and her teacher’s voice came out a tad huskier as he suggested, “Do you want to sit in my lap? You might feel safer.”

Her stomach did something funny, her knuckles aching and her mouth dry. She forced herself to nod, keeping up an internal mantra of you owe him, it’ll be fine, maybe you’ll like it, you owe him, it’ll be fine, maybe you’ll like it, you owe him, and before she could regret it or take it back, she was being dragged into his lap, arranged to rest against his chest with his muscular arms around her, trapping her, and his face buried in her neck.

Part of Naruto wished that he would simply take what he wanted, stop leaving her in suspense, but he didn’t. As she watched Carrie go on her rampage, he kissed up and down the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine, and she fisted her hands in her lap, fighting to keep her breathing steady. She gasped when he sucked her skin between his lips, scraping it lightly with his teeth; it felt a little like an electrical shock, the sensation sharp and new and breathtaking. She wanted to ask what was going to happen, ask what he was doing, but her tongue wouldn’t work and his hands were edging under her shirt, the brush of his thumb over her waistband so good it almost tickled, made her squirm against the bulge pressed firmly to the cleft of her ass.

“Pretty girl,” Kakashi whispered, reverent and sounding like he meant it as he stroked his way up her stomach, snuck his hand under her bra to tweak her nipple.

“Then he took me,” Carrie’s mother was saying. “He took me, with the scent of filthy roadhouse whiskey on his breath, and I liked it. I liked it!” God, she hoped she was going to like it. She sucked in a shuddery breath, trying to relax, and it wasn’t long before her bra was pulled up over her modest breasts, both of his hands caressing and pinching and teasing, his lips sucking love bites into the sensitive column of her neck, and she felt so damn small.

“You alright?” Kakashi asked her in a soft, patient tone when the first brush of his fingertips under the hem of her borrowed sweatpants, tracing the lace of her panties under her navel, made her whimper, the sound sixty percent overwhelmed pleasure and forty percent uncertainty and fear. He didn’t press to make sure when she breathed that she was, and when he touched her, she was so wet that he hissed, shivering, his thing flexing against her, and murmured in a voice that was too heated and too adult by half, “Oh, good girl.”

It made her clit throb under the caress of his fingertip, being told she was good, being reminded that she was wanted. Her vision was blurry, confused—she registered that Carrie’s mother was being crucified and briefly wondered what in the hell she’d missed—and for comfort, she wrapped both of her hands around the wrist of the hand that was exploring her, pleasuring her, ravenous for any sense of control over the situation she’d put herself in.

Naruto offered no protest whatsoever as she was stripped with jerky, impatient movements by trembling hands. He took a moment to smooth his hands up and down her newly bared torso before hooking his thumbs in the waistbands of her sweats and panties, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight, reminding herself that everything would be fine as she obediently lifted her hips and allowed them to get pulled down and off, leaving her nude and exposed in the lap of a full grown adult man with all his clothes on. It was humiliating, maybe, made her feel powerless, and the way that it turned her on was confusing, dizzying; something clicked over, her fear melding seamlessly into her arousal and anticipation, and suddenly, the idea of him making her had her clenching involuntarily against the intrusion of a long, elegant digit inside her.

For a fraction of a second, it was awkward, uncomfortable. Then his other hand smoothed up from where it had been resting across her abdomen to cup her neck in a firm yet gentle grip, and Kakashi growled in her ear, a low, “God, baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet for me. I want you so badly,” and she was done for.

She whimpered, rolling her hips into his touch, and in moments, he found the mythical spot inside her that she’d spent so long poking and prodding around for unsuccessfully, starting up a massage that made her want to squirm out of her skin, the sensation alien and intense and too fucking much even before a second finger pressed in beside the first on a sting of pain.

Kakashi worked her up slowly, patiently, masterfully. And he spoke to her, sweet, filthy, terrifying things that lit her on fire from the inside. “I’ve been thinking for ages about all the things I’d do to you if we could be alone,” he rasped against the shell of her ear, his humid breath enough to make her gasp and twitch, overwhelmed. “All the different ways I’d make you mine, make love to you. Fuck you. Dominate you.” She clenched hard around his fingers and he moaned, the sound barely audible but so erotic it punched straight through her gut and left her breathless. “You still want to be my good girl, don’t you?” She jerked her head in a helpless nod, letting her head loll back against his shoulder as she fought to let him do as he pleased, fought not to buck against his hand for more or for less or to come or to stop, she wasn’t sure. “That’s right. All those things we talked about…” God, they’d talked about so much depraved shit. Would he really want to tie her to the bed with her legs spread and use toys to make her come until she cried begging him to stop? “We’re going to do all of it. I’ll be the dom of all your deepest, darkest fantasies, baby. Make you come in ways you never dreamed of.”

She was getting close, so fucking close. As though he could sense it, he slowed down, the firm massage he’d been giving her spot easing into a light, teasing swirl, and the word burst from her without permission: “Please!” She couldn’t take it, she needed to… “Oh, fuck, please, please—”

“You don’t have to beg, sweetheart,” Kakashi murmured against her ear as he sped up abruptly, his words black as night and twice as sweet. “Not until I tell you to. I’m going to spoil you rotten before I introduce you to discipline, I promise.”

And then she was coming. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, sharp and deep and everywhere, and she wanted him to stop, to let her try to survive it, but she couldn’t speak, could do nothing but moan and writhe and take it, couldn’t even squirm away because her boyfriend had buried his teeth in the shell of her ear and every tug reminded her to stay still and obey him. It seemed to stretch on forever, until she was certain it would kill her, and in the aftermath, she couldn’t figure out if the promise of him making her come like that again was enticing or terrifying.

…

Naruto lost her virginity that night, and it was weird. She was never able to recapture the headspace that had gotten her through her orgasm on Kakashi’s fingers. She was in her head, nervous and uncomfortable, and the whole time he was inside her, she stared up at the ceiling, every movement of his thing against her walls dragging in a way that felt good and strange and painful despite the lube he’d gotten out of that duffel bag, all confusing like her body didn’t know what to do with the sensory input it was receiving. All she could think about was that he was too big and hadn’t used a condom, even as he poured love and praise and devotion into her ear, moaning as he bullied his way inside her again and again for what felt like an eternity but was, according to the alarm clock on the bedside table, only about six minutes.

He pushed pretty hard to be allowed to try to make her come again afterwards, as he lovingly cleaned between her legs and kissed her everywhere he could reach, praising her performance liberally, but she didn’t think she could stomach it, insisting that she’d rather have a moment to rest, and eventually, he curled himself around her naked body instead, pulling the quilt over them and holding her tight. She flirted with sleep, feeling wrung out and bone tired despite the numb, buzzing uncertainty clenched around her heart, and eventually must have managed it, because she had no recollection of Kakashi having gotten up when she awoke to a brush of his hand across her face and a quiet utterance of her name, her eyes slitting open to see him bent over her, inviting her to come have dinner.

It was weird to sit across from him and eat the (admittedly quite tasty) stir fry he’d prepared. It felt far too… domestic, maybe? Casual? What they’d done felt enormous, had left her feeling subdued and adrift, sore and wet between the legs and squirming on the hard wooden chair beneath her, and it seemed like maybe things should have been different, more serious, more silent, but Kakashi was beaming, and that made it easier, knowing that she’d pleased him. His gaze was intent on her as they ate, and twice, he told her huskily, “Being inside you was incredible, baby, thank you.”

It helped, knowing that what Naruto had set out to do—make herself valuable—had seemingly worked. He wanted to keep her. She wanted to be kept. That was why she let him do it again when they settled down for bed around eight, still with no condom and with no orgasm on her part, but this time, she was unable to talk him out of putting his mouth between her legs, and really, the moment his lips closed around her clit, she had no idea why she’d been trying to turn him down.

The next day, she was too sore to pretend she wasn’t; she’d winced visibly at the first press of Kakashi’s digit inside her, and he’d noticed, telling her so sweetly, “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry that you’re sore. I shouldn’t have had you twice, I was being selfish. We’ll take a break.”

Naruto had quite thought that meant they’d spend the day cuddling, and they did, but apparently he’d only meant a break from penetrative sex, because he ate her out four separate times throughout the day, twice on the couch and once on the kitchen counter. She’d also assumed that the break from penetrative sex would be longer than a day, but it wasn’t. Before she knew it, before she knew how she felt about it, Kakashi was making love to her three times a day minimum, each time lying her out on the bed and teasing her breathless, moving inside her slow and sweet, kissing her deep. By the end of their two weeks in Colorado, she was coming every time, sometimes more than once, and it was starting to feel natural, mutual, starting to make her feel loved.

He didn’t ask her if she was ready to move into kink, or where she wanted to start. The morning it was time to leave, he’d explained to her with a smile on his handsome face and a strange pink toy in his hands from that duffel bag in the closet that they’d be making short hops for a while, driving an hour or two and then staying a couple days in each place. “I’ve got a loose idea for structuring your training around it,” he’d told her, and then his voice had gone dark and graveled and commanding as he instructed her, “Bend over the table for your sir, sweetheart.”

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The toy, as it would turn out, was something called a Lush, and Naruto was of the opinion that it was an absolutely devious device. On one end, it was bulbous, shaped perfectly to sit inside her with steady pressure against the spot Kakashi had so thoroughly introduced her to, and on the other, it thinned out into something like a thick antenna that curled to press between her folds, next to her clit. It had already been a strange, exciting tease for the time she spent curled up in the suitcase—maybe ten minutes, tops—but then Kakashi had gotten her settled in the passenger seat and instructed her to spread her knees as far as they’d go and leave them there, then set her hands flat on her thighs.

“You need your sir’s permission to break that pose,” he’d told her, his tone all lust and control in a way that was still novel to her, that tingled through her with every syllable as she obeyed him. He’d taken her by the chin, tilting her face to look him dead on, and explained with no room for argument, “Here’s the deal. For our hour and forty-five minute drive to Cheyenne, you aren’t allowed to come. If you fail, you get ten strikes from my palm; if you break this position while you come, we’ll make it fifteen. That goes for every orgasm you have, but don’t worry—” He’d leaned in, pressing a loving kiss to her delicately parted lips. “—it doesn’t need to be all at once. I’ll spread it out over a few different sessions if you can’t take it.”

Then he’d started tapping at his phone where it was mounted to the vent, displaying the GPS, and a moment later, the toy had begun to vibrate, low, on teasing patterns, and her first thought was that while it felt incredible and she’d be a mess by the time they got there, surely such a subtle sensation would be too little to make her come.

That was an hour and a half ago, and she had been proven devastatingly wrong.

It was building up in her again, relentless. Every time they hit the slightest bump in the road, it ricocheted through her, and she would gasp, struggling to keep her legs spread and her hands still. There were ten minutes left on the GPS, and she stared them down, sweating and moaning, squirming the best she could without being disobedient. Her clit burned. The toy inside her had twice overstimulated her until she thought she’d cry before the pleasure tipped back into pleasant, coaxing.

“I’m going to start homeschooling you,” Kakashi informed her brightly, as though unaffected by her plight, but she knew better; his mask was down, so she could see the now-familiar flush of arousal across his cheekbones, not to mention the bulge between his thighs and the hungry way he looked at her. He’d been thoroughly enjoying occasionally engaging her in one-sided conversation.

“W-what?” The words didn’t make any sense.

“I can’t let you neglect your education,” he continued like she hadn’t spoken, setting his hand on her knee and squeezing. Her leg jerked under his palm, the toy sliding deliciously past her clit, and she became absolutely certain that she wasn’t going to make it nine more minutes. “I have textbooks for you in a crate in the trunk. Novels for you to read. But don’t worry, I’ll make it fun.” His touch trailed up her thigh, and all she could focus on was the sight of his big, strong hand between her legs. “We’ll start with Fahrenheit 451, I think you’ll like it.”

She didn’t much like to read. She’d watched A Midsommer Night’s Dream performed by a community theater group on YouTube to avoid reading it last September. But all she said was a strangled, “Ngh!”

“I have so many fun ideas.” His fingers ventured higher, his forefinger stroking the antenna just once and forcing a squeak from her throat as her hips jerked into the contact. “You’ll be such a good teacher’s pet, won’t you, my love?”

Naruto tried to answer—really, she did—but then he pressed more firmly, shoving the toy against her clit for the most direct stimulation she’d had on the whole ride, and her vision whited out. Her knees snapped together, trapping his hand between her legs, and she gripped him hard by the wrist, riding out a devastating orgasm that left her twitching and moaning and whimpering with overstimulation.

Deftly, her boyfriend pressed a button on the end of the antenna that she’d had no idea even existed, and the whole thing had shut off, leaving her slumped in the seat, soaking wet and trembling.

Kakashi whistled, the sound impressed. “That’s four orgasms and fifty strikes by my count.” He hummed, cupping her between the legs and making her gasp and writhe. “Naughty, sexy little thing. You’re just teasing your sir, aren’t you? Making sure he wants you as badly as you want him?” Automatically, feeling fuzzy and anxious to please, she slurred out a sound of agreement. “Good girl. We’re in Cheyenne now. Climb in the back and curl up in the suitcase. Think about what you want for dinner.”

…

Naruto’s first spanking—after a dinner of hot, soothing ramen noodles from a takeout place called Hokkaido—was harrowing. Kakashi ended up giving her all fifty spanks in the same session, but slowly, over the course of more than an hour in between playing with her overstimulated slit and talking her through the expectations he was setting for her. They were simple, all things considered.

When they were playing, she was to only address him as sir, and was not permitted to stand up unless instructed to.

No touching or pleasuring herself without express permission.

Only wear what sir selected for her.

Afterwards, naked and sniveling with a smarting bottom on her dom’s lap, Naruto had asked tremulously how to know when they were playing, and that was when he’d put her collar on her for the first time.

She liked wearing the collar. It meant she just had to follow instructions. No thinking. Just being a good girl. Just crawling across the floor and getting on her hands and knees in that motel bed in Cheyenne, Wyoming and letting her dom fuck her kind of rough from behind, every thrust twinging her cervix until the orgasm he managed to wring out of her by commanding her to touch herself made him come, too.

Kakashi was so sweet and loving to her after they were finished playing and before he took off the collar. In those moments, she knew he was pleased with her, that he thought she was worth the effort and danger. That he loved her.

…

Things escalated quickly.

By the time they reached Montana—strangely, fairly close to where Naruto was meant to have lived with Jiraiya—a few weeks later, she had become well-acquainted with the contents of that duffel bag and was spending the vast majority of her time naked or in lingerie, with all four cuffs and her collar on. And she had been very well-trained.

Kakashi had inextricably linked her education to her training. He read English literature to her while she learned how to suck him off correctly, pulling her back by her hair every few pages to check her comprehension and putting her over his knee for a spanking if she got the answers wrong. He made her sit on a thick dildo while she wrote essays, and every grammatical or spelling error was a ruined orgasm she would have to suffer at his hands before he’d let her come. He’d make her kneel with her hands cuffed to her ankles behind her back and her legs spread, a remote-controlled vibrating plug buried in her ass, blindfolded with noise-cancelling headphones on that played Spanish learning tapes, and if her pronunciation was off as she repeated after the even-toned woman on the recording, he’d turn the vibration up so high it hurt and made her jolt and whimper, leaving her to her learning until she’d dripped onto the towel beneath her. For history and science, they’d watch Crash Course lectures together while she ‘cockwarmed’ him, and whether or not she was allowed to come when he fucked her afterwards depending on how well she did on the quizzes he wrote for her. Every day, he led her through exercises naked—mostly yoga, but also push-ups and sit ups, jumping jacks if they were in a room on the first floor—and gave her miniature lectures while they ate together on things like nutrition and personal finance. Math was the same as it had been before, except now she was naked and he’d tease her with toys as well as his hands as she worked problems.

Honestly, as taxing as it was, as drained as Naruto was every night as she fell into bed, it was the most she’d ever learned.

On the weekends, her brain got a rest, but her body didn’t. Kakashi would spend long hours teasing her, commanding her, tying her up in elaborate bondage, fucking her. Leading her around by a collar and making her bark instead of talk. Training her to take his thick cock up her ass one gradually larger toy at a time until she could take it—albeit painfully—without any more prep than plenty of lube. She learned to deep throat, to ride him, to hold her orgasms back on demand. She learned to take his belt. She learned a series of training positions by heart, and how to hold them until every muscle in her body trembled.

But it wasn’t all sex. It was a lot of laughter, teasing, wrestling, joking. Playing games, watching movies. Like having a best friend. Kakashi listened when she talked, remembered everything she said. He massaged her back and gave her baths when their activities left her sore, and he was always quick to praise her, to shower her with love, to give her treats. He spoiled her with cute clothes, expensive make up, luxury toys that made her eyes cross and her throat raw from pleasure. She loved him so much it ached deep inside her, and she was pretty sure he really did love her back. He acted like he did, anyway. Even without anybody else around, he was possessive of her; whenever he needed to leave her alone in their room, he locked her into a chastity belt and put the key in the hotel safe.

But there was a problem.

The more Naruto fell in love with him, the more she couldn’t stand the idea of being the reason he went to prison.

…

“Did you miss me, sweetheart?” Naruto’s eyes flew open, her tortured body shuddering as she realized she finally was no longer alone. Kakashi had been gone for over an hour, and the restraints that bound her spread-eagle to the bed were starting to hurt. The toy buzzing low inside her, locked away by her chastity belt, had long ago driven her to the razor’s edge of orgasm and then overstimulated her into numbness, and she was eager to have it removed. But then her dom bent over her, his expression falling into one of concern as he tugged his mask down with one hand and cupped her cheek with the other, smearing his thumb over a streak of wet that she hadn’t noticed as he demanded low and worried, “Whoa, what happened? Was I gone too long? Are you hurting, or just overwhelmed?”

He pulled a tiny remote out of his pocket, hurriedly hitting a button that stopped the hum of the toy inside her at long last, and the relieved sigh that escaped her sounded suspiciously like a sob, but they really ought to discuss the decision she’d made after the scene was over, not right in the middle of it. “‘m fine,” she insisted, trying a smile, but she must not have been convincing, because her lover only grimaced back, getting on the bed with her as he stroked her face, cleaning away her tears.

“Liar,” he accused softly. “What’s on your mind?” And the mere idea of what she needed to say broke her. Her face crumpled and went hot, her shoulders shook, and instantly, Kakashi had her restraints all unclipped, was pulling her into his arms and hushing her. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered over and over again, sounding as heartbroken as she felt, rocking her. “I’m so sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have left for so long. It’s my fault, I’m sorry, shh. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

But his tenderness only made it burn more, and the agony of it welled up inside her until she couldn’t take another second of it; the words burst from her, nearly unintelligible. “I-I think—I think we need to break up,” she sobbed, and the body pressed against hers went absolutely still. “At least until I’m older. I-I don’t want— I can’t be the reason that you—” A long, hitching whine escaped her, and she clung harder to the person she loved most, muffling herself against his hard, tense shoulder. “Nobody knows yet that I’m with you, s-so—so if you… If I just turn up somewhere and don’t say where I’ve been, y-you— I don’t think you’ll get in trouble, Kakashi, and I don’t want you to get in trouble, so I think—I think you need to let me—”

And abruptly, her gentle, loving boyfriend was neither gentle nor loving as he threw her facedown onto the bed, so roughly she bounced and lost her breath; before she could catch it, he was on her, pinning her wrists over her head with one strict hand while the other held her down by a painful fistful of her hair. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” the man on top of her snarled, sounding bizarrely like he might cry under his anger, and she cowered, regret making her limbs feel weak and trembly and her throat so tight that she couldn’t breathe with her face pressed into the mattress. “That isn’t how this works, Naruto. You’re mine; you’ve told me a thousand times that you’re mine.” That was true. He liked to hear it while he fucked her. “You don’t get to fucking take it back.”

He let go of her hair and yanked at one of the abandoned restraints, pulling her up the bed by her wrists and quickly latching them together and to the headboard. “I’m sorry,” she yelped, her pulse so fast it made her dizzy and tears streaming down her face, blinding her. “I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to get hurt, I don’t want—”

He ignored her, gripping her hard by the hips and pulling her up into a familiar position. “Shut the fuck up,” Kakashi hissed at her, pulling her ass cheeks apart and spitting onto her only exposed hole, making her shiver and squirm. “You aren’t sorry yet. I’ll tell you when you’re sorry.” His fingers felt rough inside her, painful; it wasn’t enough lube. She keened, and he spat again, working two of them up to the last knuckle inside her. He leaned over her back, nipped her on the ear and growled low against it, “Beg me for it.”

Naruto had been well-trained. Her response was automatic. “Please,” she gasped, scrunching her eyes shut and trying her very best to relax. “Please fuck m-my ass, sir, please p-punish me—”

…

When Naruto wiped away the come dripping from her raw hole twenty minutes later, the toilet paper came away pink. Her whole body was shivering, the white noise of Kakashi filling the tub with warm water blending seamlessly with the white noise inside her head. She felt numb and empty and hollow, and when her boyfriend saw her standing by the sink, staring down at the evidence of what had happened in her hand, he sucked in a breath through his teeth and took it from her to discard of it. He’d stripped his clothes off already, but he’d left the key to her belt on the counter next to the sink; just then, he knelt down to unlock her, fiddling patiently with the bit of silver metal just under her navel until everything came apart in his hands. When he pulled the device away from her, strands of her arousal stretched between it and her neglected pussy, making her feel vaguely ashamed, and she clung to his shoulders with her eyes shut as he fished the vibrating egg out from inside of her and tossed it into the sink.

“So wet for your sir,” he praised her softly as he stood up and embraced her around her shaking shoulders. “Such a good girl, aren’t you, my love?”

The tub wasn’t really big enough for both of them, but they made it work; Kakashi sat up against the edge and her body nestled between his bent legs, her back to his chest. The warm water was soothing everywhere she was sore, and her eyes grew heavy immediately, leaving her feeling limp and half-asleep.

“‘m sorry.”

She didn’t even realize it was her who had spoken until the man holding her heaved a sigh. “I know you are,” he whispered against her ear, wrapping his arms around her. “Shh.”

“I don’t want…” She swallowed hard. It still felt like he was inside her, fucking her hard and making her tell him over and over again that she belonged to him and always would. She felt numb. “I don’t want you to go to jail, Kakashi.”

“I won’t,” he soothed her, sounding so certain that it almost convinced her. “I won’t, baby, shh. We’re almost to the coast. Next week, I’m going to introduce you to the guy that’s going to take us to Canada on his boat. Nobody will be looking for you there. We can go anywhere.”

They never talked about it again.

…

The guy with the boat, as it would turn out, was actually named Guy, and he was apparently an old military buddy of Kakashi’s. “Saved my life twice,” her boyfriend had told her with humor in his words just before they knocked on the door to an ancient shack near the water. “But I saved his three times, so he owes me one.”

Guy seemed really happy to see an old friend. His voice boomed and his smile was broad as he embraced Kakashi with little regard for whether or not he wanted a hug, and in the dark, his teeth glinted as he turned that smile on her. “And this must be the girl,” he rumbled, pulling her in for a tight embrace as well, and damn, dude felt like a brick wall. “So very pleased to meet you! I’ve heard tell of your beauty and kindness!”

It made her blush, and then they were being ushered inside. “Can’t thank you enough,” Kakashi said again as he shrugged his coat off and hung it up by the door with an ease and familiarity that told her this wasn’t his first visit to Guy’s little shack on the Washington coast. “Really. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Of course,” the man chirped, sounding deeply pleased by the opportunity to help. “When I heard how you talk about her, I knew I had to help you be together! It would take quite the special girl to steal your heart, I just know it, and—” But then Naruto stepped into the light in the crowded kitchen/living room, and Guy’s smile froze on his face, his dark gaze fixed on her. Gradually, his expression grew serious, and when he spoke, he sounded like a different man altogether. “… How old is she?”

Kakashi huffed a laugh, distractedly helping himself to a glass from the cabinet and water from a pitcher in the fridge. “Oh, come the fuck on, Guy. Why did you think I needed help smuggling her into Canada? If she were eighteen, we could have just crossed at a checkpoint.”

Naruto did not feel so cavalier about the question. All the hair on her body was standing up straight as Guy’s attention bored holes through her, and desperately, she straightened her shoulders and tightened her jaw, crossing her arms over her meager chest and trying to look older somehow. “I’m old enough,” she argued, but rather than helping her case, Guy looked immediately aghast.

“Sure, I guessed that she may not be legal,” he allowed dubiously. “But… I figured maybe sixteen at the worst. She looks like…”

Kakashi turned to face him, rolling his eyes and tugging his mask down to take a gulp of water she was jealous of. It had been a long drive out here to the middle of nowhere. “I’ve seen you take younger girls to bed, Guy. Don’t get high and mighty on me now.”

The man flinched badly. “We were kids,” he defended himself, and Naruto felt quite like she wasn’t part of the conversation, so she stayed quiet and still as it grew stranger. “Eighteen and on the other side of the planet. How was I supposed to know what underaged looked like on a Korean girl? I’d never met one before!” He cleared his throat, shooting her another uncertain glance. “And she… She solicited me, I paid her more than she asked for, and I wasn’t exactly her first john. This isn’t Pyeongtaek. There has to be somebody looking for her.”

“There isn’t,” she piped in, unable to hold eye contact when it regained her Guy’s full attention, and she looked at the man’s threadbare rug as she explained in a small voice, “I don’t have any family or friends. Just… just Kakashi.”

Guy sighed, running a hand over his face and into his aggressively straight hair, his thick eyebrows scrunched together. “Okay, alright,” he sighed, eyeing her warily. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Naruto,” she forced herself to say, trying not to sound as anxious as she felt. “Uzumaki.”

And then things got even weirder. Guy went stiff as a board, his whole countenance changing again as his eyes flashed to Kakashi, who was casually setting his glass down, seemingly entirely unconcerned by his friend’s misgivings. Her boyfriend offered the other man a crooked smile and a low, “Now you get it,” and Naruto definitely didn’t get it, but she didn’t dare say a word. Frankly, she was unsettled and disconcerted just by the plain fact of talking to someone other than her dom after so long spent so isolated. “I’m gonna go scope out the boat for hiding places in case we get stopped by somebody. Give her some water, I bet she’s thirsty.”

And then they were alone, and Guy was studying her with an air of intense fascination. After a beat of unreadable silence, she raised her eyebrows at him, feeling defensive, and he slowly turned away, obediently fetching her a glass and filling it up, gesturing for her to sit at his tiny, beaten up kitchen table that didn’t really fit in the room. She settled stiffly onto the edge of the seat, looking around at her eclectic surroundings and the multitudes of maritime maps on the walls, and murmured a thank you when she was passed a cup of water, draining half of it in one satisfying go.

“You must be fourteen, then,” Guy said when she set it down, his expression indecipherable, and she nodded. “How long have you known Kakashi?”

“Only since August,” she admitted, worrying the rim of her glass with her thumb. She felt queasy, and she’d been hoping the water would help, but so far, it hadn’t. She took another nervous sip, wishing the man wouldn’t look at her so intently, and prepared herself to defend her relationship when he asked something she hadn’t been expecting.

“And he treats you well?” Almost instantly, she was nodding, but she froze on the follow up question, suddenly facedown underneath her boyfriend with her wrists tied and her ass torn apart. “He’s never hurt you?”

She didn’t know what her face did, but his lips suddenly pressed together, going white, and she found herself begging, “N-no, never, he treats me—like a princess, I swear, I swear. I love him, I-I want to be with him. Please don’t worry.”

There was a pregnant pause in which nobody moved, and then Guy relaxed all at once, a smile returning to his face as he reached across the table and took her by the wrist, assuring her, “Shh, don’t stress. Everything is going to be alright, okay? I promise.”

Her sleeve rode up a little when he let go. She wasn’t sure if he saw the marks there from how hard she’d pulled against her handcuffs last night while Kakashi spanked her for coming without permission, but if he did, he didn’t say anything.

…

“That’s it, good girl.”

Naruto was trembling, her arms tight around Kakashi’s neck and her face buried in his chest where they were sprawled out on the bed of their final American hotel room in Westport, Washington; he’d spent nearly half an hour teasing her, and now he had two fingers buried inside her, leading her slowly, slowly, agonizingly slowly up to what promised to be a shattering climax. “Kakashi,” she whined, her hips stuttering, but he just shushed her, pressing his lips against her hair.

“Shh, you’re okay. You can do it.”

But she couldn’t. Her nerves were on fire; she wanted him so badly she couldn’t breathe. She hated being teased like this, she’d realized a few weeks ago. She hit a tipping point at which it became something to endure rather than enjoy, and they’d long since passed that point, but she was a good girl, dammit. She could take it.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to get her way. “I want you,” she breathed, twisting to press an open-mouthed kiss to her lover’s bare chest. “I need you inside me, Kakashi. Please.”

More often than not, that was all it took, and that day was no exception. Her boyfriend groaned, shivering, and rewarded her with a deliberate, firm circle around her spot that had her seeing stars before he abruptly withdrew, leaving her glowing with her proximity to orgasm, the pleasure that flowed through her slow and sticky like molasses. “You beg so beautifully, baby,” he whispered as he rolled onto her, nudging her thighs apart to make room for himself between them. He planted an arm next to her head, staring down at her with that now-familiar intensity that had been so hard to get used to at first as he guided himself home inside her on a pleasured sigh that she echoed heartily.

He felt so good inside her, so perfect. And she felt so loved when he had her like this, slow and deliberate as he watched her carefully, like it was less that he was having sex with her and more like he wanted to watch while he pleasured her body with his. He made her hold her orgasm back while he caught up to her, murmuring praise and encouragement that she could last just a little longer into the intimate space between their nearly-brushing lips, and when he finally came and let her tumble after him, she couldn’t stay still or quiet, her body shuddering and her cries of ecstasy muffled helplessly into his shoulder.

“You’re a dream,” he panted against her lips, his forehead pressed to hers as his cock twitched and throbbed, emptying itself inside her. His expression curved into an easy grin. “Can’t wait until I can show you off. Love like ours shouldn’t be hidden, don’t you think?”

He always said romantic little things like that, things that made her squirm and flush and feel stupidly, absurdly happy. She couldn’t stop smiling as they got cleaned up together, her buzzing excitement about the future they’d been planning in coastal Italy, where Kakashi had already arranged a place for them to stay while they looked for something more permanent. There were documents with fake names waiting for them in Canada, he’d said, so they’d be driving across the country to Ottawa and boarding an international flight to Rome by the end of next week. She was legal over there; they’d be home free as long as they could maintain their new identities, and then they’d show back up married once she was an adult, she was pretty sure.

As she was packing her collar into the duffel bag—one of the last things they needed to do before they were ready to go—she wondered aloud, “Do you think we’ll be able to go see the ocean a lot, Kakashi?”

The man hummed, shooting her a brief smile as he buttoned up his shirt. “Every time we go to the market, to my understanding. Houses are cheaper and bigger further away on the other side of town, though, so I think we’ll be closer to the orange groves.” That sounded incredible. She could almost smell it.

“You can really afford a house straight away?” Naruto wondered, a tad distracted as she dropped to her knees to fish her shoes out from under the bed. “On a teacher’s salary?”

Strangely, Kakashi didn’t answer for a moment. “… A teacher’s salary,” he eventually echoed, the words slow and careful. “Right.” He was facing away from her by the time she popped her head back over the side of the bed to investigate his strange behavior. As she stared at him, confused, his shoulders hunched in and then rolled out, and his voice was perfectly casual as he informed her, “I haven’t told you where my money comes from. There’s a reason it’s mostly overseas. I’ll tell you about it sometime after we get settled. Come on, it’s almost time to go.”

Disconcerted, she got to her feet, wondering if she ought to argue, but before she could say a word, there was a loud knock at the door and an abrasive, “FBI, open up!”

For a split second, it was unreal. Something out of a movie. Kakashi didn’t move, and she didn’t move, and she almost convinced herself she’d been hallucinating. Then her boyfriend turned, showing her wild, panicked grey eyes, and it hit Naruto like a brick to the face that her worst fears were knocking at the door.

Her face and hands went numb. Her vision went blurry. Her heart began to pound with violence, each strike against her ribcage painful, and her lungs had turned to lead. There was a buzzing in her ears, but the continued pounding on the door and a harsh We know you’re in there, Hatake, the building is surrounded! Come out with your hands up! cut through it, made her flinch violently. With two long strides, Kakashi was across the room, taking her into his arms in a painful embrace, his breathing rapid and his shoulders trembling.

“It’s okay,” he told her, his voice tight with panic that did nothing to alleviate her fears or her slowly worsening hyperventilation. She clung hard to him, not wanting to let him go, unable to process that he would be taken from her, and he kept talking, petting over her hair too roughly to be soothing as he assured her, “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay, I have connections, I’ll get off light. You’ll be legal by then, and all of this will be behind us, you hear me? You just have to wait.” A no! burst from her on a wretched sob, and he rained kisses down into her hair, insisting, “You’ll be fine, baby, it’ll be okay. Jiraiya will take good care of you, and I’ll come back to you, okay?”

“We’re coming in, Hatake! Weapons down, hands up!”

“Please,” she begged desperately over the crack of wood and overlapping shouts. “Please, no, I need you, I need you, please, please—”

“Shh.” Kakashi—her lover, her boyfriend, her teacher, her caretaker, her everything—took her jaw into his shaking hand, tilting her head back to take her tear-streaked face in. He offered her a tight, grieving smile that she couldn’t even fathom returning, and his eyes were shiny as he whispered, “Shh, beautiful, it’s okay. I knew what the risks were, and you were worth every one of them. Yeah? All that matters—” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then to her nose. “—is that I love you, and you love me. All you have to do is wait. Promise me that you’ll wait for me to come for you.”

“I-I—” Her tongue wasn’t working. Her lungs wouldn’t inflate. Her numbed extremities were tingling so badly she was certain she couldn’t walk. “Please, sir. Please, no.”

“Promise me.” His tone became urgent as the sound of the door slamming open and bouncing off of the wall cracked through the room. His grip on her grew painful, and he demanded it of her, growling, “Promise me, sweetheart, there’s no way out, so you have to promise me—”

It seemed like she only blinked, and then Kakashi had been torn away from her and thrown facedown across the bed, leaving her tingling, insensate body cold. She staggered towards him, everything other than his snarling face pressed into the beige hotel comforter background noise, nonsense; she didn’t even register that the room was suddenly full of people until one of them snatched her up from behind, pinning her arms to her sides and her back to an armored chest. “No!” she screamed so loud and so suddenly it tore her throat, agony exploding inside her unlike anything she’d ever known. Her legs kicked with everything she had as she was hefted off the ground. “No! No, Kakashi, don’t— Please don’t—”

People were talking to her, giving her commands and reassurances, asking her questions, but she didn’t hear a word. All she heard was Kakashi’s frantic final demand as he bucked and thrashed against the man in the blue and white vest on top of him to keep her in his line of sight: “Promise me, Naruto!”

“I promise,” she wailed, sobbing and kicking and fighting with everything she had. “I promise, I promise, I—”

…

NEW DETAILS EMERGE IN CASE OF FORMER LEAF TOWN MIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHER CONVICTED OF SEXUAL ABUSE OF A STUDENT

LEAF TOWN — Shocking new information has surfaced following the conviction of Kakashi Hatake, a former math teacher at Leaf Town Middle School, who pleaded guilty this week to three counts of statutory rape, one count of corruption of a minor, and one count of kidnapping; all other charges have been dropped, including those related to trafficking.

According to a statement from the Leaf County Sheriff’s Department, Hatake meticulously planned the abuse over several years. “This was premeditated,” said Sheriff Lloyd McDaniel at a Wednesday press briefing. “The courts reviewed evidence showing that Mr. Hatake targeted the victim deliberately. Every step—from obtaining a teaching license to securing a job at the victim’s school—was part of a calculated effort to gain access to her.”

Investigators also confirmed the discovery of numerous photographs of the victim taken without her knowledge spanning several years, as well as documents outlining an apparent plan to transport the minor to Canada and eventually Europe.

Despite the severity of the charges, Hatake was only sentenced to five years and three months in prison under the terms of a plea agreement. When questioned about the sentence by local reporter Janice Rogers, the district attorney’s office defended the decision.

“In this case, protecting the victim from the trauma of a public trial was paramount,” said a spokesperson. “Additionally, Mr. Hatake will be registered as a sex offender for life, severely limiting his access to minors.”

Court documents also confirmed rumors that the victim is pregnant. Her identity has not been made public, and she could not be reached for comment.