Boy Toy [Kakashi x Reader +18]

1 (Y/n)

The name in the chapter means whose POV is it 

I let go of a heavy breath upon stretching on my bed, enjoying the cold of the sheets against my warm naked skin. Still sleepy and with closed eyes I let go of a yawn, feeling pleasure after stretching my slightly sore muscles. Once I opened my eyes after a while, I noticed the morning warm sunlight falling onto my face and part of my bed, and if it weren't for the horrible headache I had, I would most likely have stayed in for longer, thinking about how well I had slept tonight. 

But of course, the throbbing pain at both sides of my head wouldn't allow me to do that. So I sat up, only now actually thinking about the fact that I was completely naked. But upon trying to remember last night my headache only worsened. Even more when I couldn't find any tiny memory.

"Shit," I mumbled, holding my head with one hand and the sheets covering my chest with the other one "I shouldn't have drunk that much..." I scolded myself with a whine, but I simply couldn't help it. I was happy to finally be back in Konoha, the place I loved and adored so much. And free of all the seriousness that was to go on a prolonged mission. 

I scrunched my nose when I noticed a strange smell. It wasn't a bad smell. Actually, it kinda smelled charming. So much, in fact, that when I discovered that the source of it was the pillow next to mine I couldn't help but snuggle close to it in comfort, wondering where did it come from. Or seeing that I was naked and the room smelled like sex, who was it from. 

My eyes widened at a memory, the last thing I remembered. I was dancing with Kurenai and her cousin Yui. Then... Kurenai went with Asuma, and Yui and I stayed with Kakashi and Yamato. I hugged the pillow tighter, yawning while I tried to remember some more. I talked with Kakashi and... 

I blushed when I remembered some of our interactions, thinking of how strange he acted. Sure I did as well, I was under the influence of a lot of alcohol. But I never, and I mean never, had seen Kakashi acting interested toward anyone. 

'He probably was messing around like I was' I thought, yawning again 'And drunk' Then I tried to remember some more. I went dancing alone again. And... 

I sat up when I remembered him and me so close on the dancefloor, not dancing but rather rubbing against each other while talking into each other's ears. But whenever I tried to remember what we talked about, or what happened next, the horrible pain pierced my brain.

"Damn it!" I cursed, hitting the bed. 'I either fucked him... or I fucked with someone else, which wouldn't be a surprise' 

Throughout the whole morning, I desperately tried to remember. Not only because obviously, I'd want to know if I fucked Kakashi Hatake, not to talk about seeing under his mask and jonin clothes... I tried to imagine it, letting go of a desperate sigh. But also because if I had fucked someone else, I also wanted to know who that person was. 

To be honest, I'd be surprised if it actually was Kakashi. Like I said before, I had never seen him act interested in anyone. And I don't even mean romantically or sexually. Kakashi Hatake was a kind and polite man, but he was very distant with everyone. Even his closest friends like Asuma and Gai. I always saw him as the loner kinda guy, or independent if you prefer. Not that I don't understand though, and to be fair, that was probably what added to his mysterious and attractive aura that I think every woman and possibly man in Konoha acknowledged of him. I had still yet to find a human being that didn't admit Kakashi's sex appeal. And the man had never even shown his face and body... Which again, probably only added but to everyone's fantasies. Mines included. 

Yes, I was attracted to him, everyone was. But I also knew how unavailable he was, which never failed to surprise me knowing the type of books he loved so much... But even if he wasn't I wouldn't be attracted to him in a 'serious' way. Firstly, because I did not have serious relationships. I simply didn't, they weren't for me. I wanted the freedom of flings, loved how powerful it felt whenever I got the person I wanted. How thrilling it was the moment of flirting with someone, feeling the igniting magnetism growing between us. And how good it felt to be worshipped by so many men. It made me feel loved, powerful.