It had been a rough mission so far. A group of eight of us ANBU had all been sent far out of Konoha to track down a group of rogues, who had been attacking and burning down villagers. We had been out about four days, in pouring wet weather. It had not stopped raining for about a week, including almost constant thunder and lightning that clashed across the sky. We had all grown used to putting up with being soaked through to the bone, unable to get dry or have a single moment to sit down and rest. Then there was Kakashi. It was a blur how it happened. I had grown tired, my chakra very low. Someone else had leapt towards me, and I had barely any energy to block his blow. Almost out of nowhere, Kakashi had appeared and stepped in front of the attack. There was only a little blood spilt, but the item which he had been stabbed with was a chakra absorbing knife. He stood little chance of remaining on his feet after it has pierced his skin. The fact he was still alive for me to drag away from the battle was a miracle. He was groaning in pain, but still very much awake to my surprise. His headband had been ripped off somewhere in battle, exposing both his eyes too me. They were filled with pain too. That was what made me so angry, seeing him in so much agony and knowing it was my fault, because he had taken the attack for me. Though it's nice to see you're still awake enough to be your perverted self. I was used to him talking like that. We were good friends with each other, and one of our favorite hobbies was teasing each other with perverted lines. I'd healed up much bigger ones on him before. He had a little habit of getting himself hurt. I used to tease him that he just got hurt so he could take his shirt off in front of me and I could touch his chest. Though I kept it to myself, I really did enjoy that when it happened. Not him getting hurt. Seeing him without his shirt. His wound was pretty simple to heal up with the last of my chakra reserves. The only thing that had caused him terrible damage was the fact it had sucked out so much chakra from him so quickly. I ran my hands over his chest slowly, scanning for any more injuries. Most of what was left was tiny scratches and a few bruises, mixed with other scars from past battles and smooth skin that hadn't yet been marked. I smiled a bit and opened up the small bag I had carried with me on this mission. We all had them, but it appeared Kakashi's had gotten lost in the mess of battle. Wrapped up tightly in a waterproof was a small blanket, just big enough for one person. We were both shivering from the cold, as the storm continued outside. It was too dangerous to run the risk of lighting even a small fire for warmth, just in case the enemy was still in the area, so I threw the blanket over Kakashi and huddled up against the wall. He stood up and made his way over beside where I was, pulling me against his chest and wrapping the blanket around both of us. It was the fact I didn't want his body pressed up against mine that was the only reason I hadn't gotten us into this position to begin with. Actually, that was a lie. I really did like this position, feeling his muscular chest pressed up against me, with only my thin singlet as a clothing barrier between us, aside from my bra. My skin was already heating up at the feel of the closeness between us. I haven't given you one in ages. You're so tense though, I think you need it. I hadn't had one of his massages in ages. I stopped allowing him to do them when my feelings for him started getting stronger, just in case I gave myself away when I had his hands touching me. The feeling of his fingers trailing up and down my spine was enough to drive any hormonal woman nuts. Which is what I unfortunately was. He got to his feet, the blanket falling to the floor. It's like all you want to do is avoid me. You won't let me give you massages, you freeze up when I hug you… it's almost as if you don't want to be around me in the least. Admittedly, they were covered with cloth, but the feeling was enough to throw my senses off and a deep blush to form on my cheeks, breath snatched right out of my lungs. Kakashi stayed there, his lips firmly on mine and his hands lightly on my arms. It was as if he was waiting to see something, and when he pulled back he stared into my eyes. He must have taken that as shock of a bad sort. The kind of shock that turns to awkwardness and tears good friendships apart, the very way I thought I might have torn ours apart if I revealed my feelings for him. For a moment, I thought possibly… you might have felt the same. Obviously that is not true. His lips were soft and smooth against mine, gentle at the same time demanding. He wanted this kiss as much as I had wanted it. He pressed them deeper to mine and tilted his head slightly, lips parting slightly to let his tongue wander over my lips. I opened my mouth almost instantly. How could I even tease him by denying him this kiss, when I myself had been waiting for it for so long. His tongue slipped into my mouth and entwined with my. His scent, his taste. The feel of his mouth, mixed with the soft moans coming from his throat as he tongue danced circles with mine inside of my mouth. I knew I would never get enough of this feeling. His slippery appendage left no part of my mouth untouched, as if he couldn't get enough either. We had to pull apart at some point for air. Our breathing had stopped throughout the kiss, and now we inhaled great big lungfuls before our lips met again. The kiss was sloppy, passionate and rough. It was as if every piece of the passion we had hidden for each other had suddenly been released. There was no more gentleness to our first proper kiss. This was years worth of want and disguised love that rushed out like a tidal wave. Apparently he did too, because his hands were already slowly making their way down my body. He paused briefly for a moment, his hands at the bottom of my tank, as if judging whether this action would be accepted or not. His tongue winding around mine was still distracting me, not that I would have stopped him if my mind had been in any position to think about what was happening. Oh, his hands on my bare stomach. I could feel the fire already starting to awaken inside of me, my skin burning where his fingers rested. Slowly they trailed up further under my shirt, brushing over the sensitive skin that was still chilled by my damp shirt. Almost as quickly as his hands were under my shirt, it had been pulled off. Our kiss broke only for a second and my shirt was tossed somewhere into the cave. A blush crept up further over my cheeks, but soon my thoughts were again forgotten as his hands found my chest, cupping my breasts through my bra. I was not large chested, but there was just enough for his hands to cup both breasts perfectly. As if they were that size simply for his hands to hold. I felt my face burn as the last piece of cloth hiding my full chest from view came free. It was a sight I never thought Kakashi would ever see, and to have his eyes travel all across my bare skin with such a deep and intense look, set me on edge. I would have crossed my arms across my chest, had he not held my arms to the side and let his mouth descend on my left breast. His tongue, burning hot on my skin, flicked across the nipple, gently sucking on it and taking his time to explore each piece of flesh that had never before been exposed to him. I moaned again, my hands moving up to run through his wet hair, which was messily flattened against his scalp, unconsciously pushing my chest closer to his mouth. His hands joined his mouth, massaging them and rolling his thumbs on my very sensitive nubs of flesh, that had grown hard from the cold and the erotic feeling of his hands pressed warmly against them. After a while he lifted his head from my chest, eyes meeting mine again and his lips once more kissing mine hungrily and desperately. Teeth and tongues clashed as it grew more wild and passionate with every moment, and my fingers scraped up and down his back, moving around to his chest and dipping lower to feel his abs. It was so different, not having to use them simply for healing. Just to touch him, for the sake of touching him… to feel his skin like this. I was growing madder with desire every single moment. His strong arms moved around me and I felt his hand suddenly move past the waistband of my trousers and sit outside of my panties. My breath hitched as a single finger slowly rubbed against my most sensitive area, causing another wave of desire to fill my body. How was it this one man made me go so crazy, with just the slightest touch? Was this level of desire normal? To feel your body crave someone with this intensity? His finger continued to work its magic against me, slowly rubbing back and forth as my panties became wet from something other than the dampness of the rain. Quickly he removed his hand, and I felt the pleasure disappear for a moment as he took a hold of the waistband of my trousers. The fabric clung to my skin, but with a little wriggling we were both able to get the last bits of cloth off my body. My face grew fully red at the realization that I was now fully naked, with Kakashi. I had never allowed my body to be exposed willingly to anyone like this before. Now here was my best friend, and my secret love, greedily drinking in the sight. I could almost pass out from the embarrassment as his eyes kept looking me over. The way he was touching me. It made me feel more beautiful than I had ever felt before. The look in his eyes. It was more than the horny, sex-deprived look I'd seen in a lot of other men. This one was of appreciation. He saw me as something beautiful, and he wanted nothing more than to let me know the truth of what he thought. My hips pressed against his, I could feel the hardened presence inside his trousers that showed exactly the amount of desire he was feeling too. My breath hitched a moment, and I let a hand wander shyly down to the crotch of his pants, lightly rubbing and massaging him. The effect was instantaneous. His mouth parted, a deep moan rumbling out from his throat. I continued to apply small amounts of pleasure, circling my hand over the clothed appendage. Grasping his trousers, I slowly pulled them down with his help, as we both eagerly removed the last pieces of clothing that was keeping our bodies from being fully with one another. It struck us both at the same time, as our legs entwined together and we leaned flush against one another, that we were naked, hot and desperate for one another. We had been for a long time, but we were both foolish and had been hiding our feelings. Now, the look in our eyes, and the beating of our hearts against one another in our chests, spoke more than any words could ever say. I felt one of his hands stroke down my thigh, slowly lifting it to get me to hook my leg around his waist. I complied, and soon felt his other hand slip down to my womanhood. With no cloth separating him from his goal now, his fingers slipped against my sensitive nether lips, caressing them and toying gently with my entrance. I gasped and moaned, feeling the heat spreading through my lower body as I became increasingly wetter for him. He began to pulse it inside, moving it in and out, adding another and another. It was amazing, and I could barely stop myself moving my hips against his hand. He watched my face contort in the pleasure, and I couldn't tell what his thoughts were, but by the way his member continued to harden against my leg, I could tell he was enjoying that he was giving me this much pleasure. I wouldn't allow him to have all the fun though. My hand wandered down lower, wrapping around the most sensitive part of his body. It felt hot and hard in my hand. It certainly helped increase my excitement, and nervousness, to feel how large it was as I slowly stroked it up and down. The moans rumbled out from deep in his chest, in an animalistic groan that set my body on fire. He sounded like he could barely contain his feelings, as my finger grazed over the tip of his member. Suddenly he hand was gone, and he gently pulled mine away from himself, rather reluctantly. I groaned at the loss of pleasure and his warmth. His body left mine for a moment, as he took the forgotten blanket and lay it out on the ground, to create a cushioned layer between the cold rock and our bodies, which were soon pressed down upon it as he lowered me down. His body began to slowly grind against mine, his member impossibly hard and hot against me as he rubbed it against the slick warmth between my legs. He knew he wasn't going to be taking my virginity. Mine had been robbed some time ago. Not by my own choice. It was about two years ago, on a mission that had gone so horribly wrong and left me in the hospital for three months. Kakashi at the time had been the only man I would let near me, and about the only person aside from nurses that I would let touch me. He knew as well as I did, how that still remained in my mind, all these years later. That was all he needed to hear, before gently nudging my legs further apart and slowly pushing himself inside of me. I moaned instantly as his member glided smoothly against my inner walls, easily allowing him access with how wet I had grown for him. His mouth descended down onto my neck, sucking and licking on all my soft spots, finding them with ease and pausing a moment to ensure I felt no pain at his presence. He took my reaction as encouragement to start to move a little faster, hips meeting mine with a gentle slap of skin. I lifted my hips more to his, and one of his arms moved around underneath my lower back to pull my body against his. The closeness of him was almost too much, and yet neither of us could get enough of one another like this. My hands moved around his body, feeling the flex of every muscle. Kakashi was purely masculine in every way. The way his body moved, how it felt. One of his wandering hands suddenly found the lower bundle of nerves between where we were joined together, that just about pushed me over the edge instantly. I felt myself buck into him sharply, nails digging deep into his back as my entire being threatened to melt into his. Only the endless moaning as I surrendered myself completely to him. Every thrust from his hips, as he scraped against my inner walls and sent the spasms of bliss through every nerve in my body, was heaven. To see the love in his eyes, the pure devotion and pleasure that filled every inch of those mismatched orbs, is what finally sent me over the edge. His lips pushed down onto mine in another kiss as my walls clamped down hard onto his member. I screamed out into his mouth, pushing myself up as physically close to him as I could, as my arms latched around him tightly. And you're still a pervert. Hope it was good! I tried to make it good. I tried to make it in some way realistic. Did I do a good job? THIS IS YOUR FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT?!?!?! Maybe this could be episode one and the story continues like how there squad thinks about there relationship and there life in the village :D But its just a suggestion.