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Kakashi senses a presence behind him before he feels himself being pushed into the wall, one hand pulling back his hair and another pinning his wrists above his head. A warm body presses against his back, contrasting sharply to the cold surface against the side of his face.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing walking alone so late at night?” The stranger’s voice is hoarse and deep in his ear, causing Kakashi to shiver under the pure authority in his tone. He can tell they’re almost the same height, but the man is broader and obviously stronger than him. Kakashi feels himself whine low in his throat. “Fishing for something, huh?”
Kakashi begins to struggle against the hand holding his wrists, which only makes the man tug at his hair harder, putting even more of a strain on his scalp. “Get off me!”
The grip on his wrists tightens as the man speaks lowly in his ear, “I don’t think you’re in any position to make orders right now, Kakashi.”
The hand in his hair pulls back, letting him breathe properly again. Fingers move down his body, trailing way too gently over his back, finally stopping to rest at his hip. The man thrusts his hips forward, crotch pressing slightly against Kakashi’s ass. His eyes widen when he notices that the other man is hard. The thick shaft of his cock presses against him, and Kakashi can feel it even through the layers of clothes they are both wearing.
He feels his face grow hot under his mask, the feeling of nervousness running through him as he realizes where this is going, struggling against the hands holding him once again. “N-No, let me go, please!”
His pleas fall on deaf ears as he feels the hand at his hip move slightly, the fingers tugging at his pants. Kakashi bends his knee, trying to bring it back to kick the man behind him. It is quickly grabbed however, and Kakashi barely catches a glimpse of the orange mask covering the stranger’s face and the dark hair falling over his shoulders. Kakashi’s ankle is held in a bruising grip and the other man growls. He pushes Kakashi’s leg back down and thrusts into him again.
Kakashi is pressed even further into the wall, making breathing much harder. “Quiet,” the masked stranger tells him, giving him an urge to obey just from his voice alone. “People live around here. Do you want them to hear you?”
When he finally decides that Kakashi is no longer going to try to fight him, he pulls back slightly. Kakashi is finally able to breathe again, and it is then that he realizes he’s shaking. “P-Please...”
The only response is a slap on his hip from the hand that is not holding onto his wrists. “Don’t move.”
In one motion, his pants are pulled down roughly, leaving him completely bare. He sucks in a breath as his heart beats erratically in his chest.
A pair of lips are placed on his exposed shoulder, the orange mask tilted just enough for the man to suck a mark into his pale skin. Kakashi feels a hand run over his ass, groping him roughly.
The man smirks against his shoulder. “No underwear, huh?” He pulls back just enough to look at Kakashi’s now half naked body. “It’s almost as if you wanted this to happen.”
Kakashi shakes his head with a whimper, briefly considering trying to push the man away when he finally lets go of his hands, but at this point he’s just given up. He’s by no means a weak shinobi, but he can tell he’s no match for the masked stranger behind him. There’s no way out of this situation. He has no choice but to let the man have his way with him and get it over with.
“Yeah, that’s it,” the man hums in approval, his lips ticklish against Kakashi’s ear. “It will only hurt more if you struggle. I will have you one way or another.”
He presses one finger against Kakashi’s entrance and thrusts it up knuckle deep. Kakashi’s breath catches in his throat, his mouth open in a startled moan at the sensation. He rushes to place a hand over his mouth, face burning hotter than ever.
“Oh, what’s this?” The man muses as pumps his finger in and out with ease, sending shivers of pleasure through Kakashi with every sweep. “You’re wet.” His laugh is a low rumble, almost a purr as he murmurs, “You went out all prepared, huh?”
“N-No! I didn’t—“ Kakashi rushes out, but his words are cut off with a choked moan when the digit brushes against a spot inside him, sending a sharp spark of pleasure up his spine. One finger quickly becomes two, scissoring and stretching his slicked rim and filling him so deliciously. Kakashi’s panting hard, fingers clenched as he struggles, but the stranger is massaging that sweet spot, curling his fingers right there. It makes his eyes roll to the back of his head, pleasure frying every nerve ending in his body.
“Aren’t you sensitive?” the man murmurs, sounding pleased. He brushes against that same spot again, gentler this time. The pleasure still has Kakashi gasping, but the intensity is good instead of overwhelming. It makes his cock thick and hard, arching up towards his stomach, eager for touch. “What would everyone say if they knew the famous Copy Ninja Kakashi enjoys getting fucked by a stranger in the middle of the night?” he mutters tauntingly in his ear, a hint of amusement laced in his tone.
Kakashi flushes in humiliation at the words. “No, no, no, stop it, please,” he whimpers, but the plea sounds weak even to his own ears.
“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll make it good,” the stranger croons, deceptively soft and tender, as the fingers inside him are pulled out. Kakashi hears the quiet sound of the man’s zip opening fills the otherwise eerie silence of the night, before he feels the heated flesh of the man’s cock pressed against his backside.
Kakashi instinctively pushes his hips forward, but stops fighting when he hears another growl in his ear, letting the man pull his hips back. The stranger thrusts forward, the tip of his cock sliding easily inside Kakashi’s slick entrance. He whimpers, shaking his head. “No, I don’t want this, please!”
“You don’t want this?” The man laughs, harsh and cruel, almost as if making fun of him. “You’ve been testing my patience, pathetically fucking yourself on your own fingers every fucking night, knowing someone was there watching you. You were asking for this.”
Kakashi’s cheeks burn with heat and embarrassment. “I-I—ahh!“ His stifled cry resounds in the empty darkness of the alley as the man’s hips suddenly snap up, his cock now fully sheathed inside him, Kakashi stretched so wide his hole throbs to accommodate the grith.
“Fuck,” the man curses, hands gripping tight on Kakashi’s hips, picking him up onto his tip toes. Kakashi scrambles to keep his footing, nails racking down the wall for purchase. It forces him further down onto the man’s thick cock, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall. “So…fucking tight.”
Kakashi shivers and whines at the feeling, his rim stretching, clenching to shut out the intrusion, but without success as the man’s cock spears him open. “St—stop! Please…”
That low chuckle bubbles from the stranger’s chest again. “You can pretend all you want, Kakashi, but we both know how much you’ve fantasized about this,” he breathes, finally pulling out as far as he can without completely leaving Kakashi’s heat. He pauses for a moment, leaving just the tip inside, savoring the wet, fluttering warmth around his cock. “But don’t worry, I’ll fuck you so good you’ll never be able to cum without my cock in your slutty little hole. You’re gonna wish for my cock whenever you fuck yourself on your pathetic fingers,” he says, his voice a low growl as he sinks back into him, hips flush against Kakashi’s ass.
All protests die on Kakashi’s lips as the man rolls his hips and starts fucking into him, his thrusts slow and hard, pulling out with a maddening drag and snapping his hips back in. Kakashi cries out when the next jab hits his prostate, pleasure curling hotly all the way from his low stomach up his spine. His cock is leaking without pause as the man keeps hitting his prostate dead on with every thrust.
“There we go,” the man hums in appreciation. “Nice and easy for it, aren’t you? I knew you wanted this.”
Kakashi whines, his face screwed up in pleasure when the man simultaneously begins to rub at one of his nipples, simulating the sensitive nub with his fingers. Jolts of pleasure crackles through his body like an electric current. Kakashi is definitely a mess by now, his mask soaked with a mix of his own sweat, tears, and drool but he’s too overwhelmed by all the simulation on his body to care. It’s good—it’s so good and hot that all his other senses surrender to the immense pleasure he’s being subjected to, hips subconsciously pushing back on the stranger’s cock.
The hand soon leaves his nipple in favor of gripping both of his hips as the man speeds up. Kakashi finds himself panting and gasping. The man is basically manhandling him as he pulls his hips back with each thrust, fucking Kakashi roughly, pushing him further and further onto his toes until Kakashi practically is suspended in the air. The grip on his hips is bruising, for sure leaving finger shaped marks. Kakashi knows he is going to be sore for days, but he loves it.
As much as he wishes he could tell himself that he hates this, doesn’t want it, Kakashi knows it’s not entirely true. His cock is painfully hard, enough that it is pressed against his stomach. The feeling of being used like a cocksleeve by this masked stranger is so overwhelming his body trembles with pleasure. He wants to say it’s horrible, but it isn’t. He’s never felt this relaxed in his entire life, high and weightless, like he could start floating at any second.
He’s forced out of his thoughts when the man suddenly lets go of him, cock slipping out as Kakashi’s feet drop heavily to the ground. His knees give out, but he’s not able to go anywhere with the man’s body pressing him to the wall.
“N-No…” he whimpers at the abrupt emptiness, hole fluttering pathetically—empty.
“Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” the man murmurs in a rough voice as he grabs Kakashi’s right leg under his knee, putting all Kakashi’s weight on his left leg as he lifts the right into the air, stretching him open, before he pushes back in with one quick thrust.
He can’t get all the way into Kakashi like before, but it doesn’t matter. Especially when the man reaches around to take Kakashi’s cock into his hand, using the wall and the hold on his leg to keep Kakashi upright. Kakashi cries out when he picks up the pace again, now in tangent with an eager hand stroking him slowly, thumb going over the slit every time he touches the head.
“Please...” Kakashi doesn’t have the mental strength to hold out anymore, so he decides to give into his inner urges. “More—more, please,” he mewls, arching his back as his head spins at the unrelenting assault, choked gasps and cut-off moans slipping freely past his lips.
The man lets out a deep chuckle. “Finally giving in, aren’t you?”
Kakashi nods frantically, trying to turn around to look at the man with teary eyes. He wants him to see how desperate he is now that he’s let go of all his inhibitions.
“Yeah, that’s it,” the man practically growls as he begins to move his hand at a much faster pace than before, cockhead relentlessly pressing against the bundle of nerves inside Kakashi, so deep and so good Kakashi’s sure he’s seeing stars. “Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you? So desperate for my cock you’re willing to take it right here where anyone could see you.”
“Ah, hah, yes, please, ah,” Kakashi pants, his breaths coming in short bursts as he feels tears drip down his cheeks, helpless to the onslaught of pleasure, to the hand rapidly bringing him to the edge, and the huge cock scrambling his insides. He can only half hear himself beg the man to go faster, harder, to treat him even rougher than he already was. He’s pulled back from his thoughts again, full on sobbing from the pleasure as he feels his orgasm approaching faster than it ever has before. “I’m—I’m going to cum, please…!”
Kakashi didn’t think that the man could go any faster, but it turns out he was wrong. With each thrust, his prostate is hit harshly, pulling another choked moan from his throat. He can distantly hear himself yelling about how he is cumming as his climax tears through him mercilessly. He goes cross eyed for a moment, entire world unfocusing, and he’s sure he lets out an embarrassingly loud sob. He feels rope after rope of his own cum spill over the the man’s fingers, each one bringing with it a wave of unending pleasure that wracks his whole body and leaves it singing. The intensity of it almost takes him off his feet, the only thing keeping him from falling is the rough grip on his leg.
The man keeps up his ministrations as if he didn’t even notice Kakashi spasming, didn’t feel his walls clamping down hard around his cock. His hand continues pumping Kakashi’s cock over and over, milking him beyond what he can give. It’s quickly becoming painful as he feels electric shocks of overstimulation zing down his spine, and Kakashi scrambles to push the other man’s hand away.
“It hurts,” Kakashi sobs. “It—it’s too much, please, I can’t—”
Kakashi trails off into a mess of babbles when the man doesn’t ease up, letting go of his cock only to start pounding into Kakashi’s clenching heat with renewed vigor. He slams viciously home with eager thrusts, molding his place inside Kakashi as he chases his own orgasm, each thrust sending shivers through Kakashi’s entire body.
Kakashi doesn’t know how long it is after that, only that it’s too long, when he very vaguely feels the man stop thrusting and cum inside him, pulling out just in time to watch it leak down Kakashi’s trembling legs.
He’s still shaking, legs immediately giving out without the man’s support, ready to collapse and fall on the ground. The man doesn’t let him, easily catching his limp form before he can even tilt forward. Kakashi closes his eyes tiredly and lets his full weight rest against the stranger’s chest as they stand in the darkness of the alley.
“See what I could give you, Kakashi?” the man tells him in a low murmur. “If you just be a good boy for me, you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”
For a moment, Kakashi thinks it’s over. But then the man flips him over and hoists him up, wrapping Kakashi’s legs around his waist and pressing his back against the wall.
“Let’s get this out of the way, hm?” He hears the man say before his mask is yanked down. “Let me see your face while I fuck you.”
He is barely given a second to contemplate the words before the man swiftly thrust back into him. Kakashi cries out, wails as he’s impaled over and over, the man starting on a harsh pace which leaves him winded and unable to utter more than weak whimpers, his mind plunging straight back into overwhelming pleasure. He feels stretched to his limit, feels like the man is deeper inside of him that should be possible.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” the man says, voice rough and guttural. It makes Kakashi shiver. Makes him feel delirious with want. “Tell me, Kakashi, doesn’t it feel good?”
“It—feels good,” Kakashi moans, high and debauched, everything narrowing down to the man cradling him and the large cock ruthlessly thrusting into his heat, fucking all coherent thoughts out of him. “It—ah—feels good, feels so good, please—”
“I know. You take my cock so well.” The man snaps his hips once, violently, curling close and possessive over Kakashi until their chests almost touch. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Made for me.”
“Yes, yes, yes, please, need it—“ Kakashi cries. Begs. Like this, his mind is mush, stuck in a never-ending state of bliss, his only thoughts of how he wants more. He moans mindlessly as he desperately moves his hips down in time to meet each thrust.
“Yeah? What do you need, Kakashi?” the man asks between his thrusts. His breathing barely sounds labored, although he’s jackhammering into Kakashi like his life depends on it. The hands holding onto him are lifting him up, lowering him back down, again and again, effortlessly moving him on the man’s pulsating cock like he weighs nothing. The thought only fuels Kakashi’s arousal. He feels like he’s about to burst, another orgasm brimming right below the surface, ready to crash over him at any second.
“Please—“ Kakashi opens his mouth, tries to speak again, only for the word to break off into a broken noise, and in seconds he’s lost track of what he meant to say. His mind is all gone, completely fucked out of him, and all he manages is incoherent babbling, teary eyes glazed over with pleasure and drool dripping down his chin.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” the man snarls, devouring the sight as he slams hard into Kakashi. The pace is ruthless, cockhead frequently abusing the bundle of nerves inside him that nearly makes him see white. “I should keep you chained up somewhere. I will make you wait for me to come back and fuck you whenever I want. You’d love that, wouldn’t you, Kakashi?”
The words go straight to Kakashi’s cock and trigger a near violent rush of pleasure to crash over him. The intensity of his orgasm makes Kakashi black out for five entire seconds, momentarily losing control over his own body, his spine arching like a bowstring as he cums, hard, spilling over his own gray vest and the man’s blue robes. The way the man keeps fucking into him through it is no less intense than before, even though it’s slower and less brutal, and Kakashi is too fucked out to muster words to tell him to stop. His body is limp and overwhelmed as he slumps boneless against the wall, unable to do anything but take whatever the man gives him.
Kakashi makes a startled noise in his throat when the man suddenly cups his jaw and presses warm lips against his. He pushes his tongue into Kakashi’s mouth, devouring every inch of the wet, warm cavern and swallowing his weak whimper every time he grinds hard against his abused prostate. The pain of being fucked into overstimulation blurs with the pleasure and Kakashi soon finds himself hardening again. His oversensitive walls spasm around the thick cock sporadically as the man mercilessly pounds inside him.
Kakashi cums one more time, toes curling and thighs quivering violently as a thin dribble of cum shoots from his slit, before the man finally releases inside him with a groan, burying his throbbing cock as deep as it can go.
Kakashi can feel it, a warm sensation when the hot and thick cum splatters against his insides, and he cries out weakly at how good it feels.
He whimpers as he feels the man pull out, cum dripping down his legs filthily, coating the insides of his thighs in white. He is slowly lowered onto the ground, hand placed under his head to keep from hitting it too hard. He hears a soft voice whispering in his ear, though he soon realizes that it’s the same man as before. His soft tone makes his voice almost unrecognizable when compared to his previous voice. Kakashi can’t make out what he says but it comforts him all the same.
A kiss is placed softly on his temple and the night is a blur after that.