Naruto Oneshots + Imagines

Control (Kakashi Hatake x Yamato) (NSFW)

In most aspects of his life, Kakashi Hatake had control; fitness, training, finances, fighting, missions... He liked having control.

He liked walking into a room and having the intimidated stares of everyone in it.

He liked looking at the masked faces of those in his Anbu squad when he could feel them staring, only for them to instantly turn away, their fear evident because of how it rolled off of them in waves despite anything that their faces might've given away being covered by their uniforms.

He liked the fact that, on most missions, he didn't even break a sweat. He had full control of what was going on in every fight he engaged in.

It was normal.

There was one aspect of life in which Kakashi relinquished his control to someone else, though, that someone being-

"T-Tenzou!"

-who was fucking into his pliant body like his life depended on it, sharp hips slamming against the older man's ass so hard that he hoped there'd be bruises the next morning.

"Shut up or everyone will hear you, Kakashi," They'd been doing this for years now, but Kakashi still froze when Tenzou called him by name, a flash of heat gathering in his cheeks and shooting from his head to his toes. One of Tenzou's arms was wrapped around his waist to keep him there, a hand curled around his hard and leaking cock to pump him to completion. The other hand moved to land in his silvery locks, fingers roughly grasping the threads and pulling at them to yank Kakashi's head back. The squad-leader allowed it without hesitation, a choked gasp falling from in between his kiss-bruised lips as the delicious pain shot through his scalp. As always, Tenzou's words only continued to make everything worse- or, for Kakashi, better. "Or would you like that? I bet you would, huh? I know I'd love for someone to hear my baby like this, so desperate and such a good boy... They'd finally get to see you for what you are..."

My baby. Good boy.

"Call me that again," Kakashi begged, voice uncharacteristically high-pitched, whiny, and desperate as he gripped at the bedsheets so hard that his knuckles and the skin under his fingernails were burning white with the pressure.

"Hm?" Tenzou hummed, sounding curious, and if it weren't for the fact that he had Kakashi on his hands and knees for the sole purpose of fucking the life out of him, the silver-haired man might've gone as far as to believe that it sounded innocent. "Not sure I heard you. You like it when I call you a good boy, baby?"

Weakly, Kakashi managed to turn his head back just enough to meet Tenzou's eyes, chestnut-hued and glazed over with lust. The way the brunette was looking at him was calm but fiery, patient but expectant, a look that could've made Kakashi melt if he hadn't looked away in time in favor of staring down at the crumpled up bedsheets beneath him. Tenzou was still waiting for an answer to his question.

He was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was having his brains fucked out for what must've been the fourth time that week when the head of Tenzou's dick, hot and leaking with a bit of precum, slammed right into his prostate in a way that made him nearly fall under the strength of his pleasure combined with the pressure of his subordinate's weight being continuously taken away and then drilled right back against him with every thrust. Still, he did his best to answer Tenzou's question despite the lust-filled haze that was currently fogging his mind, knowing that there'd be some sort of punishment for him if he didn't.

"Y-Yes!" At that, the brunette gave a particularly rough thrust that had Kakashi nearly screaming, hands scrambling for purchase. He grabbed one of the pillows and held onto the plush material, desperately burying his face into it, only to find that it smelled like the younger man- like wood, pine, maple, and everything he'd fallen in love with all those years ago.