#just to flex on kakashi

[delirious-donna]

tw: hand kink, oral fixation, suggestive content

Kakashi has nice hands, large in comparison to yours and you've measured them several times—just to be sure. Especially in those early mornings when neither of you are in any rush to leave the sanctity of the sheets, giggling as he bends the tops of his fingers over yours that are flush against his.

His skin is rough, hardened in places but that’s to be expected from a skilled shinobi such as Kakashi. You like the sensation of his callouses grazing your skin, and even more so when he runs them across your most tender, intimate areas.

Long fingers, thick but not too thick. The perfect length to press exactly on your sweet spot, torturing you with two digits buried up to his knuckles and dripping in your clear arousal. He watches you through hooded eyes, half a smirk on his lips as he whispers such filth that makes you clench around him even tighter.

“You like that, huh? Love having my fingers stuffed in your tight pussy, don’t you? That’s it, cum f’me.”

They’re strong and capable of crushing you if he wished, of course, he never would. Kakashi is well aware of what your limits are and whilst he might push them on occasion, he’d never hurt you.

Even in the moments when those skilful fingers wrap around the slender column of your throat during the throes of passion. The pressure exerted is a warning to behave, squeezing down if you dare to defy but never causing any discomfort, only ever putting you back in your place like you want him to do.

The problem is that he knows how much you like his hands. Kakashi is highly aware of how you watch them avidly when you visit to watch him sparring with his fellow shinobi.

Does he have to swing his kunai around his finger before sending it flying? Nope, but he is gonna do it cause he can sense your heart rate accelerating from across the field. Never for a moment taking his attention away from his opponent but also keeping you in his line of sight as much as possible.

The sound of the stretch and flex of his leather fingerless gloves is enough to make your thighs press together as he offers you that closed-eye smile he is well known for. Ambling towards you after waving off his friend and flopping down beside you under the tree you’ve chosen to rest against.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He asks casually but you know his question is far from casual, now that he’s close he can smell your arousal and it’s driving him crazy. The adrenaline from sparring makes him take the risk, letting you yank at his mask whilst he pulls you down onto his lap.

Making out turns to fondling which turns to you taking his hand and lifting it in front of your face. Holding his gaze as you slip his index finger between your lips to suckle.

Those steel grey eyes darken, shuttering slightly as your tongue twists over the unique pattern of his fingerprint. A small slurping noise sounds so indecent when you take him right down to the first knuckle. The slight salty tang of sweat mixing with rich leather and the taste that you know to be uniquely Kakashi.

You release his finger with a soft pop, a muffled groan resonating from his chest and turning into a whimper as you move to the next finger to repeat the process again and again.

It’s the first time you’ve sucked on his fingers, but it surely won’t be the last…

#delirious writes #kakashi smut #kakashi thirst #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake

[stickywhiteash]

Warning: Rope bondage, Cock sucking Word count: 500~

Wanting to try shibari with Kakashi, when you first ask him he’s like, “Eh? Sure.” Puts his book down off to the side.

He reaches to take the rope from you. No no no~ This is for you mister!

The man’s confused but goes along with it. Kakashi’s been tied up multiple times while in combat so he’s like “Sure whatever you want, my love :) Don’t understand the appeal but go ahead”

You’ve got his arms tied behind his back. He looks up at you with one eye, “Okay so now what”

Two options after basking in your artful work:

1) Straight up just leave him there LOL. Let him figure out how to get unbounded. He’s a smart man. He’s done it a thousand times. Should be easy money right? Can hear Kakashi yelling at you as you walk away from him. “Hey! Oi! Untie me! Come back!” Sighing, “Doing a magic trick is not what I had in mind during my day off..”

2) Dear lord, tease Kakashi to hell and back. Light touches on his body. Graze your fingers against his chin. Pepper some kisses here and there. Trail your hand from his chest down to his bulge. Take an excruciatingly long time to get to the act. Break him.

He would try to keep a calm level head as long as possible. Internally he’s screaming for some sort of release. Biting his lip behind the mask to keep a cool façade. The little stifled moans he makes while staring at your every move.

Can you imagine? Having your way with this man?

To pull down his mask and encapsulate him in the most sloppy passionate kiss. When you part a single strand of saliva connects you both. Oh how he’d start breathing heavily and beg “please” so quietly that if your face wasn’t 2 inches in front of his, you’d miss it.

Kakashi would absolutely lose it, pushing him down on to the mattress to slip down his pants. Shuddering as you grip his cock and pump it slowly. Dragging your tongue up and down his length rewards you some loud moans. He’s practically drooling your name. The warmth of your mouth compared to the cool air surrounding drives him up the edge.

The tip of his cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat causing you to gag. Music to his ears. You’re so perfect with the way your tongue caresses his length and your throat giving it a tight squeeze.

Fuck, these bindings.

On one hand he wants out, take you right now. Give back the pleasure you’ve given Kakashi. On the other he loves watching you do your thing. Being used for your own pleasure never felt so damn good.

Mismatched eyes struggle to keep in contact with yours. Skin turns raw and red as he flexes against the rope. You're absolutely mezmerizing bobbing up and down. If only he could get more contact. Touch your hair, cup your cheek. Anything!

The shirt he left on while you were tying him up is coated in sweat. It felt restricting. Overstimulating.

He tries to buck into your mouth but your hands on his hips stop him. Kakashi whips his head back into the pillows, groaning. Trying so hard to steady his breathing. Eyes focusing on the ceiling.

“I can’t.. My love.. I can't hold on much longer.”

"Mmh..~"

Your movements don’t stop you can feel his muscles tense up. With a low rumble emanating from his throat, he cums. Kakashi’s cock is deep in your throat, the salty sweet liquid sliding down to your tummy with ease.

"Will you untie me, now?" he pleads, wanting to return the favor.

Remnants of his love mixed with your saliva is wiped away by the back of your hand. Clicking your tongue, you lean in close to his ear, "Oh I'll unwind you~ You deserve it after all your hard work."

#kakashi x reader #0111.doc #kakashi hatake #kakashi smut #absolutely not proof read #0111.smut #hatake kakashi

[pupkashi]

boyfriend!kakashi headcanons

wordcount: 1,052

a/n: hello !! first time writing for kakashi so feedback is very appreciated !! may have rambled a bit,, this is all over the place sorry >.< i hope u all enjoy

I think it may take a bit for both of you to actually warm up to each other

he’s not exactly walking up to people with open arms like his best friend and you aren’t exactly confident enough to throw yourself out there to the most attractive ninja in the village

after a while you do end up within the same group of friends, sneaking glances at the silver haired sensei when you thought he wasn’t looking

kakashi knew, but he wasn’t gonna call you out anytime soon, always grateful his mask could hide the growing blush on his cheeks when you’d say hello to everyone and giving him a small smile

it wasnt long before the two of you started talking occasionally, naturally gravitating towards each other during parties or at bars

kakashi found himself always keeping an eye out for you no matter where he was, and when he did find you he’d be overjoyed, waving subtly at you before feeling giddy as you smiled widely and bounded towards him

always walked you home if you were alone, making sure to keep you close to him, hands brushing occasionally

it took him a month to work up the courage to ask you out in a date, you happily said yes and it was only up from there

he’d set up a small picnic, food he cooked himself along with your favorite drink and snacks you’d mentioned in passing, the details causing your heart to burst in fondness

kakashi asked you out a week after that, a large bouquet of flowers in hand and a shy smile on his face

dating kakashi is an absolute dream

y’all know the sidewalk rule ?? yeah he does that subconsciously

anytime he holds your hand he rubs sooting little circles or patterns on your knuckles air the back of your hand or palm

when you’re in large crowds he makes sure to hold your hand so he doesn’t lose you, always keeping you infront of him and placing one hand on the small of your back to guide you through the crowd

very little pda, the most he’ll do is holding hands or an occasional kiss on the cheek

behind closed doors however this man is like gum stuck to your side, if gum could talk and subtly ask for kisses and cuddles in bed

“wouldn’t be nice to just lay on the couch and cuddle for the rest of the day?”

“you know what sounds great right now?” “what” “a lot of kisses from you”

his ears would always be a tinge pink after asking and his heart would beat a little harder as you waited to reply, but the butterflies in his stomach erupted as you smiled and peppered kisses all over his face

loves cuddling you so much !!!

especially when he gets to lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as you play with his hair

absolutely adores hearing about your day and anything and everything you have to say

definitely keeps up with any drama you tell him about, even comes back with new information he ‘stumbled upon’ during the day

would absolutely love cooking for / with you

you two constantly bake together, making enough to give each of his little genin if they were good the previous day (you always made sure to slip naruto a bit more than the others)

furiously protective of you !!! always makes sure you feel safe on nights out, subtly doting on you enough to where you have your space but everyone knows you’re with him

if anyone has the balls to hit on you kakashi is standing behind you with his arms snaking around your waist, giving the other person the most intimidating look possible

definitely uses his build in his favor, standing with his arms crossed and muscles flexing under his shirt, his broad shoulders on full display before saying “can we help you?” to the man eyeing you up and down

you’d always find it very attractive how much he loved and cared for you, soon enough after that you’d drag him back out to make out with him and letting the night lead wherever it might (y’all fuck.)

buys you flowers constantly !!!! if you don’t live together he takes one of the flowers out of the bouquet and keeps it so that he knows when to buy you new ones

lots of ‘this made me think of you’ gifts from all over the place <3

when you can sleep he loves reading to you until you pass out on his chest, a smile on his face as he kisses your forehead and falls asleep next to you

his ninken love you

asking about you whenever they get the chance and bothering kakashi until they get to see you

you always make them treats and let them sleep on your bed, kakashi would scold you for it, telling you they’d get too used to it but when he sees that all of them had fallen asleep with you right in the middle his heart grows in his chest and he knows that he’s in love

takes you out on dates whenever he can so you two can get out of the apartment and catch up if he’s been gone for a while or if life’s just gotten in the way

you guys wouldn’t argue very often but when you did kakashi would be very mature about it, only sometimes shutting you out and leaving for the rest of the day or night to process his emotions alone

even if he’s mad well into the next day he’s make sure you’d eaten and gotten to work safe

the one time he had to leave for a mission the morning of an argument he’d left a ninken with you to walk you to and from work, leaving you a note to eat and stay safe with a small smiley face and heart

by the time he’d gotten back the argument seemed so stupid, and you were just grateful to have your boyfriend back in your arms, gently bringing up the topic and working things out with a smile and hot chocolate in hands

kakashi is just the dream boyfriend and he would love you to the ends of earth :(

#kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi fluff #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi fluff #kakashi hc #kakashi headcanons #hatake kakashi imagine #kakashi Imagine

[nymphoheretic]

˜”°•.˜”°• Caught •°”˜.•°”˜

Nymph: Repost from my old blog that I'm really proud of cause its nearing 1k notes. I hope it does just as if not better than that on this blog. I will singlehandedly revive the naruto fandom if I have to.

Synopsis: Itachi has caught you in his tsukuyomi

Warnings: dubcon, fingering, oral (F &M receiving) threesome, spitroast, creampie, squirting

Tags: @noriken @sailewhoremoon @bookandyarndragon @babiefwuit @stygianoir @strawberrystepmom (I'll make a proper tag list form later)

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

Word count: 2.3k words

“Don’t look into his eyes!”

That was the last thing you heard Kakashi say before you immediately closed your eyes. Was this man, Uchiha Itachi really that strong? He did break out of Kunerai’s genjutsu easily and his jutsu speeds were blindingly fast, your eyes couldn’t dream to keep up with it. That was the power of the sharingan when wielded by an Uchiha.

At the end of Itachi’s speech, you heard Kakashi’s knees hit the surface of the water we were standing on and you opened your eyes in reflex as you knelt down to catch him. “Kakashi!” you yelled out, your voice full of worry and concern. He was panting harshly and looked exhausted, more so when he uses his own sharingan eye.

“What did you do to him?” you snapped out, raising your head to glare at the blank-haired man.

Itachi arched a fine brow as the tomoe in his eyes spun slowly around his irises. “You wish to experience the same thing Hakate Kakashi just did?”

Before you could react or even close your eyes again, you found yourself tied to a large bed, your arms and legs bound with ropes. You tried to flex to pull the rope loose, but to no avail. “What is this?” You questioned as you struggled to free yourself. Your body froze when the cold tip of a blade trailed along your side and you gasped at the feeling. Looking up, you saw Itachi standing over you, a sword in his hand.

“W-what is this place?” you asked in a panic when he pointed the blade at you again. You flinched as you thought he was going to stab you, but your eyes widened when he used the sharp edge to slice through your clothing.

Itachi’s eyes never leave your face as he slices through your clothing. “Inside this tsukuyomi, for 72 hours, I will pleasure you.”

Your mouth fell open at his words. He was going to do what? And for how long? You struggled a bit more to release yourself from the ropes. You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, thinking that this was all a genjutsu and that you could break free if you induced pain. But when you opened your eyes again, you were still tied down to the bed. You jumped slightly when you felt Itachi’s slender fingers run up the length of your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Itachi!” you tried to yell, but your voice came out as more of a breathy plea.

He said nothing as he slid between those silky thighs of yours, staring intently at your cunt. Using his thumbs, Itachi spread your lips, watching the glistening strings of arousal drip over your twitching hole. “So wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. How cute.”

You wriggled against your restraints, “Please?” You whined out, feeling him play with your pussy with just the tips of his fingers and tongue.  You let out a gasp when he placed your thighs over his shoulders before diving into the folds of your cunt. Your hands clawed at the ropes binding you to the bed. “Fuck!”

He swirled his tongue over your puffy clit before sucking it into his mouth. His thumbs kept your pussy lips spread as he devoured you, drinking up any slick that leaked from your quivering hole. You tasted so sweet on his tongue and Itachi couldn’t wait to spend the next 72 hours between your beautiful thighs. He pushed two fingers into your drenched center, the lewd, wet squelching sounds it made echoing like music in his ears.

Your back arched off the bed when he suddenly filled your needy cunt with his long slender fingers. “I-Itachi!” You breathed out, wishing that your hands were free so that you could tangle them in his long dark hair. Your mouth dropped into a silent scream when he fucked you on his fingers, rubbing against the sweet, gummy spot deep inside your folds.

“Oh, god!” you screamed out when he swapped his fingers and tongue. He drew slow tight circles over your swollen clit as his tongue fucked your twitching hole. You pulled at your bindings again as tears began to burn at your waterline, the pleasure starting to become too much. “Please? Please? I need...”

What did you need from this rouge ninja? 

Itachi looked up at your teary face as his curled his tongue inside your clenched pussy as he thumbed your sticky clit. “Look at me. Look me in the eye as I pleasure you.” He continued to lap at your folds as your wet eyes locked with his at his demand. Itachi made a show of slurping at your pussy and rubbing your clit even faster. 

A chuckle vibrated in his chest at the loud cries you gave, pleading for him but you never broke eye contact with him. Even when he swapped his mouth and fingers again, fucking you at a pace with his digits that your tits bounced from the impact. He sucked on your swollen clit, flicking it with his tongue.

You threw your head back into the mattress, breaking eye contact with Itachi as you felt your thighs begin to tremble, the knots in your lower belly growing tighter. Your walls began to spasm around his fingers as he worked your first orgasm out of you. Then suddenly you felt so empty and cold as he withdrew his fingers from inside you, his tongue stopping its movements. You were right there at the edge! “Why did you...” You trailed off as you lifted your head. You gasped when you looked down into his stern red eyes, black tomoe spinning quickly around his irises.

“I said to look at me. If you want to cum you will listen to me, Young Jounin.” His voice was cold as he glared up at your. “Your body is at my mercy. The pleasure you feel is real.” He circles two fingers over your sticky hole, collecting some of your slick on the tips. “Or would...”

“You rather I stuff this pretty mouth too.”

Your eyes widened when a shadow clone appeared over on your left side, stroking his long thick cock. “I–” your mouth went dry as you eyed his shaft. It was so pretty to look at with a thick pink mushroomed head and had a long vein that throbbed on the underside. It hurt to swallow.  You forced yourself to look away from his impressive dick and locked gazes with the Itachi between your legs. “I’m sorry. I won’t look away again.”

You knew there was no way you could handle two of him when just one was making you lose your mind with just his mouth and fingers. You tried to keep your eyes on Itachi as he went back to sucking on your clit, his fingers already trying to dig your orgasm out of you. But the slick sounds of the shadow cone next to you stroking his cock made it difficult.

You were so tempted to look over at the Itachi jacking off next to you, but knew if you broke eye contact with the one between your thighs again, he’d deny you again. And you was so close you could almost taste it. Your walls were spasming around his slender fingers as his tongue flicked circles over your puffy, swollen nub. “Ah~, Itachi!” you moaned out, back arching as the knot in your belly snapped.

Itachi felt you cum hard around his fingers as he stared into your eyes, watching the tears of sheer pleasure fall down your cheeks. But he did not stop, Iatchi kept pushing his long, slender digits into your sticky, drenched cunt. He moved his tongue back to the slick covering nub and teased it with slow licks. A smirk tugged at his lips as he felt your body jolt, legs trying to thrash about as he began to overstim your nerves.

The shadow cloak stroked his cock, waiting impatiently for you to look away again so that he could join in. That was the command he was given when he was spawned. His length felt heavy in his palms as precum drooled from the tip and pooled on the bed next to your head. His body was humming with need. You just had to look away for an instant.  Then it happened, your eyes slid closed from the intense pleasure.

You tried. You realy did try to maintain eye contact with Itachi, but when his teeth grazed over your clit as his fingers curled and pressed agaist the sweet spot within your gummy walls, it made you cream on his fingers. The intense pleasure washing over you and causing your eyes to screw shut as your back arched off the bed once more. Your sensitive nub throbbing from the over stimulation. “Ah! Fuck, Itachi~” 

Itachi pulled away, his chin shiny from your juices. “I told you not to look away.” He nodded at his shadow clone who quickly grabbed your by the neck, the rope loosening just enough for him to spin you around on your hands and knees. Pulling down his pants, Itachi freed his cock and tapped the tip against your slick entrance. 

“Now, I’m going to fill this pretty mouth and pussy at the same time.” The shadow clone said as he grabbed your chin, hooking his thumb into your mouth to open it. He eagerly slid his thick length past your parted lips, tossing his head back in a groan at the feeling of your warm tongue sliding along the thick vein on the underside.

Itachi rubbed the head of his cock through your slick folds before slowly pushing inside your dripping hole. He hissed at the tight feeling of you clamping down on his length. “Such a tight...” he growled, pushing more of him inside. “Cute little cunt.” He pressed his hand against your back to make you arch for him.

You let out a moan around the cock in your mouth as the shadow clade slowly began to fuck your face, his hands gripping your shoulders to push and pull you on his length, but also rocking you back and forth on Itachi’s thick cock streaching your inner walls. Whimpering when they both picked up in speed, fucking into you that brought tears to your eyes. It was too much. You couldn’t handle two of him.

But you couldn’t do anything except take it. The cock stuffed in your mouth kept you from speaking while the one deep in your dripping cunt stole your breath with each thrust. You felt a knot of heat forming in the pit of your belly and let out a low moan when one of Itachi’s hands moved from your hip to between your thighs as his chest touched your back as he hovered over you.

“Cum. Cum for me, Young Jounin.'' Itachi growled as he rubbed fast circles over yoursensitve, swollen clit. His balls slapped against your wet cunt as he snapped his hips into you at a brutally fast pace. The loud squelching sounds echoed through the domain as he fucked into you. His red eyes were locked on the way the flesh of your ass jiggled as it smacked agaisnt his pelvis.

The shadow clone threw its head back as your lips stretched to take him in fully, your throat expanding as his cock slid deeper inside as his balls hit your chin gently. The feeling of yoursoft tongue sliding over his length as drool seeped out. A growl left him as he took hold of your hair, ponytailing it in his hands to have better control over the pace of his thrusts. The clone could feel his abs beginning to tighten as his high was nearing.

Your thighs began to tremble as hot tears fell down your cheeks and onto the sheets of the bed. Itachi’s fingers danced over your swollen clit as he fucked into yourelentlessly. You gagged a bit around the cock down your throat as you tried to cry out as you felt the hot balled up knot in the pit of your stomach snap. You whimpered as you felt yourself cum and cream around him so hard, you squirted. The hot liquid dripped down the back of your thighs as your arms threatened to give out.

Itachi wrapped his arm around your middle to keep you in position as he continuousl slammed his hips into yours. “Good girl. Do you want me to fill you up? Want the enemy to cum inside this tight little pussy of yours?” He smirked when your muffled cry reached his ears. “Was that a yes, Young Jounin? Well if you insist.”

He could feel his abs tense as his heavy balls drew up. Itachi’s precise thrusts became sloppier as he felt his end nearing. His nails dug into your fleshy hips as he pounded into your messy cunt. “Don’t waste a single drop. And thank me for giving you this pleasure.” Thrusting into you one last time until his hot, sticky cum paints yourinsides white.

The shadow clone gave a few more thrust before he shot his sticky mess down yourthroat. “Sorry for the lack of warning.” He said panting a bit as he pulled on yourhair to press yournose flush against his pelvis to make sure you swallowed every last drop.

You closed your eyes, submitting to Itachi, but when you opened them again, you were back into your original position, the rogue ninja standing over you with his sword in hand. “W-what?” you said, pulling at your restraints. Weren't you just being fucked so thoroughly by him and a shadow clone? “What’s going on?”

Itachi lowered the sword, catching the end of your clothing before slicing upward. “Only 71 hours 59 minutes and 59 seconds left.”

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[sleepysnk]

can you imagine

having a hard training session with kakashi. at first, you can only focus on doing it better than him, on your movements, on your technique. but after taking a little break, you start focusing on how hot he looks right now: he’s wearing his sleeveless turtleneck that reveals his strong arms (and his abs are noticeable through his shirt, too), his muscular thighs flexing every time he gets up and down, his concentrated face, his serious behavior and his low, calm voice makes you weak.

you try to keep those thoughts away. but there’s only one thing you can’t keep looking at: his hands. the way his fingers move when he does his jutsus, how he playfully moves his kunais with his skilled fingers…you have to stay calm and collected, but a little bit of fun between training sessions is not bad at all, right? good thing he does take that kind of fun as training, too🤭

a/n: i just had to write a drabble for this because jen 😵‍💫 you make me go crazy for kakashi all the time. he deserves the best, idc.

pairings: kakashi hatake x fem!reader

warnings: canonverse, nsfw, smut, fingering, praising, dirty talk, teasing.

could you imagine being kakashi’s rival and training with him? ugh, doing better than him of all people is what you wanted the most out of that session. however, his features were making it extremely difficult to stay focused on your goal.

kakashi also decided to wear only his sleeveless turtleneck too.

the sweat dragged down his muscular arms, giving his pale skin a light glimmer to it. your eyes couldn’t help but stare at how they flexed at every movement he made. you didn’t want to keep looking at him like that, but he was becoming hard to resist. the moisture on his body made his shirt cling to his abs, outlining every single curvature and indent. it became harder for you to keep training.

kakashi was handsome and kind. he offered you some water during your small break, and, of course, you took the offer. it was very hot outside. it’d be wrong of you to not hydrate, right?

however, the water didn’t extinguish the heat that developed between your legs. seeing kakashi twirl a kunai knife around his fingertip practically drove you up the wall. you had to pry your eyes away from the sight.

though, what you had no idea about, was that kakashi had noticed your lingering gazes. he saw your eyes drinking in the sight of his sweaty body. he took in every single thing you did, and, he couldn’t lie, your glances were enough to turn him on. fuck, he wanted you to make a move so badly. screw the fucking training, he’d rather be fucking you.

that’s how you ended up in the position you were in now.

your back was pressed against kakashi’s chest. several moans fell from your lips as his fingers pumped and curled inside of your cunt. your thighs were spread apart with your feet flat against his legs. his free hand was wrapped around the base of your throat which kept your head in place.

kakashi hated making the first move, but you were an exception. you had been driving him nuts all fucking day, and he couldn’t hold back against you anymore.

“k-kakashi!” your fingernails dug into the wood of the tree branch the two of you were sitting on. your mind was cloudy with lust. you could barely keep yourself composed with him.

your sweet cries and moans for more were only encouraging kakashi to keep up his pace. his long, slender fingers were perfect inside of your weeping pussy. he was able to touch every spot inside of you that made your mind turn into mush.

“yeah.. that’s it, sweetheart,” he cooed in your ear, “you like it when i finger your pussy..? you take it so well..”

his deep voice was sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. kakashi only smirked when he felt your walls quiver with delight at the sound of his words. he knew you’d enjoy those little compliments from him. you were always such a sucker for praise.

kakashi’s cock was harder than a rock. he wanted to be inside of you so bad, but he needed to see you cum from just his fingers. he wanted to watch you crumble from everything he was doing to you. it was what you deserved, right? you were his pretty rival. maybe for once he’d let you win.

his assault on your pussy only quickened. your cries only became louder for him. however, there was no need to keep you quiet. there wasn’t a single person out there for miles. it was just the two of you, all alone.

your thighs began to tremble, and that familiar band in your belly was beginning to tighten. “oh! fuck.. kakashi, i’m gonna c-cum!” you whined, reaching upward to tug on the fabric of your shirt.

every time his fingers pressed that button inside of you, your vision filled with white stars. the need to cum was only growing more and more as he touched it. it almost felt as if he was doing this on purpose to see how far he could string you along.

however, it wasn’t going to last very long. your orgasm was on the brink of being reached.

“oh, yeah? that’s a good girl.. i wanna hear you scream my name when you cum..” his grip around your throat had tightened as he spoke into your ear. butterflies erupted in your stomach from how seductive he sounded.

at last, your orgasm had washed over you. a loud cry of pleasure had ripped from your throat. kakashi’s name was heavy on your tongue as many words slipped from your mouth.

sparks of euphoria danced along your stomach, and some small squelching noises had began to fill your ears as he rode out your climax with you. god, you were so fucking hot to him. he never imagined he’d see you in such a light, but he had zero regrets.

he also couldn’t help but record every little detail with his sharingan. he wanted to remember this little moment with you forever.

you were about to get up and leave, but kakashi didn’t remove his hand from your throat. he kept you in a place as he leaned towards the shell of your ear to speak to you.

“how about we do some extra training..? i think your legs need some work..”

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[strawberrystepmom]

self ship coded, part of the fine shrine au. f!reader is a writer/family owns konoha's book shop. mutual pining idiots in love etc bc who am i if not an idiot in love.

A long day spent sorting, organizing, and half assed writing has led to you where you are now - on your stomach on the floor of the hokage’s office, proofreading your own writing. You aren’t certain what time it is, only aware that it has surely gotten late and your evening tea has long turned into a cold, bitter cup you don’t dare sip from any longer. 

With a frustrated groan, you bury your face in your notebook and exhale loud enough that it draws a snort from Kakashi who is sitting at his desk. Pushing a stack of paperwork to the side, he looks down at you. Immediately you peek up with the feel of his eyes on you, propping your chin in your hands. 

“How have we spent this much time together and I have so little to show for it?”

He shrugs, tossing his own pen down and carding his fingers through his unruly hair. You watch his fingers work through each thick strand and bury your chin in your book to hide the way it makes you smile, a dreamy little smirk across your lips watching his arm stretch upward and over his head. 

It’s easy to get lost in a little daydream, imagining the sinewy muscle of his arms flexing beneath his shirt but you quickly shift your gaze back down your book when he speaks to avoid him seeing the guilty look on your face. You’re working with him, you shouldn’t be imagining how his hands would feel carding through your hair instead.

“Let’s play a game.” 

Now it’s your turn to snort, a little giggle following the sound as you lift your chin from your book and smile at him. Kakashi quirks a brow and you realize he’s serious, moving from your stomach to sit on your butt. 

“What kind of game are we talking about? Cards? I’m worse at them than Lady Tsunade.”

He shakes his head and tents his fingers in front of him, any trace of humor leaving his face. You are intrigued and he can tell, your big smile dimming into something smaller that plays at the corners of your mouth. 

“A simple game of questions and answers, actually.” You raise your brows and he hums. “You ask, I answer and vice versa.”

Struggling to hide your skepticism, you squint in his direction. 

“Do you promise to actually answer?” 

Putting his hands up in a gesture of surrender, he shakes his head and places his palms down on his desk with finality.

“Anything you ask, I’ll answer,” internally he seizes at his own words, knowing he’s setting himself up. “I’ll even let you go first in a show of good faith.”

Rising to your feet, you keep a narrowed gaze pointed at him as you approach the opposite side of his desk and grip the edge. Leaning over just enough, you keep your gaze fixed and he fights a smile at your intensity. He loves seeing you get fired up like this, playful and feisty, and suddenly he’s grateful you can’t see the pink he knows is dusting his cheeks as his face heats.

“When is your birthday, Lord Sixth?”

Snorting at the use of his formal title, he rolls his eyes as you softball him a question he can’t possibly lie about. That was his intention, of course, by never specifying he had to truthfully answer your questions. You’ve caught him in his own little trap and he swears his heart swells with the knowledge of how evenly matched the two of you are. 

“The 15th of September, you clever thing.”

Witnessing your face lift into a smile is almost as sweet as seeing the sun after a week of rain, he thinks with a chuckle. For the first time, legitimate joy is on your face. An amused giggle erupts from you and it shakes your shoulders in a way that makes him want to reach out and hold you between his arms.

“Good answer,” you manage between giggles, a smile fading back to neutral as you shift from holding the desk to resting against it, arms folded over your chest. “Your turn, I guess.”

“What do you do when you aren’t here with me?”

“Ka-,” you stop yourself as you almost spit his name, a step too familiar for you. He smirks beneath his mask at your near slip up and watches as you adjust your posture and look over your shoulder at him. “That’s an interesting first question.”

“If I’m not here I’m at the bookstore and if I’m not here or there I’m at home sleeping. Not very interesting, I promise.”

Humming, he crosses one leg over the other and folds his arms over his chest to appraise you. The answer seems honest, at least up front, but he wonders if you haven’t figured him out and you’re holding back your true answer to spare him. Do you know about this little light that ignites inside of him every time you laugh? Have you felt his eyes look over every inch of you while you work, stretching like a cat or hunched over your own books? 

He hopes not, pursing his lips beneath his mask as he shifts slightly in his chair.

“You’re more interesting than you let on, I think.”

Shaking your head, you rest your chin in your palm.

“I’m starting to feel like you are documenting me and not the other way around.”

He shrugs flippantly, leaning back in his chair.

“I like to get to know everyone I’m working with at least a little bit.”

You laugh, looking down at your ink stained fingers, stretching them out and attempting to loosen the tightness a day full of work has wedged in your joints. He watches each movement, each twitch of your thumb and your pinkie as you move them. You’re so delicate yet so strong, it mesmerizes him to be able to see it this close.

“While giving them no way to know you back?” You ask and he hums, nodding. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”

He’s so amusing because he’s honest, you decide. As secretive and mysterious as he can be, he never lies when asked even if he does try and slip out of anything that can be seen as too vulnerable. You understand all too well how terrifying it is to open up and you don’t fault him but you wish he’d stop making your job so difficult.

Sighing, you stretch your arms behind you and lean back on your palms.

“I promise you are seeing something I’m not. There’s nothing interesting about me.”

Another unreadable hum from the hokage makes you sweat a little bit, uncertain of exactly what he’s gleaning from you with his questions. Maybe he’s realizing you’re at best, boring, and at worst, a flake who abandons her responsibilities only to trudge back with a frown once she’s failed. 

“I have a hard time believing that from the woman who left and didn’t tell anyone why.”

Swallowing thickly, you think back to what made you leave in the first place. Your mother’s passing was the catalyst, of course, but you’d been ready to run for as long as you could remember. Despite the legacy you carried on your back with the bookstore, you wondered what it would be like to be free for once - to be as unknown as you’ve always felt you were in Konoha. 

When mention of marriage left your grandma’s lips on your 23rd birthday, you bolted like a thief in the night. You had nothing left to lose at that point and you vowed to stay gone forever rather than be married to someone you only vaguely cared about that would create power and gain for the two remaining members of your family and that’s all.

That, of course, didn’t happen but you stuck to your values and kept going until you were given no choice but to return home after receiving a letter from your aging and ailing grandmother requesting your help. You couldn’t say no.

Your mouth feels like sand as you finally open it to speak, looking away from Kakashi who eyes you cautiously. Perhaps he went too far and he feels guilty until you speak and quell his fears.

“I left because I was afraid Grandma was going to force me to get married.” While that isn’t a situation the hokage has ever found himself in, he nods sympathetically when he notices your face twist with the words. “I fought it for a really long time and mom…she did too. Without her, it just felt like I was going to be fighting a losing battle.” 

Your eyes begin to glass over a bit and you blink tightly once before averting your gaze to the corner of the room. This isn’t a conversation you should be having with him at all, much less one that should be making you feel emotional, yet here you sit with your knees tucked beneath you answering his questions.

Considering your words, they make sense to him but they make him ache. They feel like a declination despite them not being aimed at him and he struggles to ask his next intrusive question hoping that he won’t be shut down as soon as you hear his words.

“Is that something you don’t want for yourself at all?” He asks, giving nothing away despite the way his fists have clenched involuntarily on top of his desk. Shaking your head and turning your face toward him, he steals a “too long to be friendly” glance. “Marriage? A family?”

A small sigh puffs out of your mouth. “I do but it’s a matter of feeling worthy of it, I suppose.”

“And you don’t?”

He catches you off guard with his question, your face twitching nearly imperceptibly. The well trained eyes of the man notice, though, the flicker of sadness and doubt. It’s a look he has seen many people try to hide and it makes his heart ache to know you feel that way about yourself. 

“I think I have a lot of work to do before somebody could care for me.”

You don’t meet his eyes, speaking down to your own scribbled handwriting on pages below you and he frowns. How can someone like you not see everything you offer? Beautiful, kind, intelligent and that’s just scratching the surface of the person you are. 

He wishes he could tell you those things in flowery language, perhaps even written like the books he reads and watches you read, but instead he leans forward and rests his elbows on his desk. The sound captures your attention and your watery eyes meet his.

“I think you underestimate yourself.”

Another flicker of a smile crosses your face and you bite the inside of your cheek in an effort to ground yourself to reality. He isn’t hitting on you, he’s just being nice, right? That has to be what’s happening here even though his gaze rests on you in a way that feels weighted. Different.

“Thank you for saying that,” you sniff between words and bring one of your hands from behind you to rub at the tip of your nose. “I’ll let my zero suitors know that I have the hokage’s stamp of approval.”

He flusters at your words. His stamp of approval? You’d have even more than that if you desired it but he simply nods, shutting his eyes tightly as he does so. 

“You could have anyone you wanted, I promise you that.”

Your eyes stay locked on his and you nod, watery smile on your face.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He wants to shiver under the weight of your gaze but he shifts instead, moving from leaning over his desk back to leaning in his chair with his legs crossed. You appear to be thinking, eyes downturned but you look back up at him with a frown.

“I don’t appreciate the way you managed to not answer any questions about yourself and we'll be coming back to this tomorrow.”

Chuckling, he nods.

“We’ll see.”

It’s the least he can do given how much he asked from you tonight. Rising to standing, he stretches out his legs for a moment and you follow his lead, standing and gathering your things preparing for him to walk you home.

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[queenhimarisama]

Stress Relief

Kakashi x f!reader

Word Count: 1713

Summary: You help Hokage Kakashi burn off some stress in the best way possible.

Warnings: Semi-public sex, dom/sub elements, under the desk, oral sex (male receiving)

Here's to all the Kakashi lovers out there. <3

I feel stressed.

Three simple words, printed in neat handwriting on a scrap of paper. To anyone else, they would have been utter nonsense, the ramblings of an overworked shinobi just venting their troubles where no one could hear them.

Only you knew that they came from none other than the Sixth Hokage, Kakashi Hatake. Moreover, you knew those words were meant for you, and only for you.

So, by his unspoken command, you showed up at his office a few minutes later and knocked three times.

“Enter,” his cool voice said.

Shivering, you pushed the door open. He was already seated behind his desk, his chin resting on his folded hands as he expectantly met your gaze, his robe hanging on a hook nearby. You swallowed hard, your thighs pressing together.

“Already?” Kakashi asked, raising an eyebrow. “You haven’t even closed the door yet.”

“S-sorry, sir,” you said, hastily pushing the door closed.

Kakashi chuckled. “You know what you need to do to earn your forgiveness.”

You did know. You’d known since that fateful day when you’d reported to Kakashi’s office for a routine debriefing. Kakashi had seemed especially irritated that day, snapping at everyone and only barely listening as you told him about your mission. Once you were done, he ordered everyone including Shikamaru out. The others did as they were ordered, but you lingered, worried for Kakashi’s well-being. 

You had always cared for him, though you’d been forced to admire him from a distance. You loved the way his silver hair shot up in messy spikes, the way his dark eyes seemed to analyze everything around him, the toned muscles that his Hokage robes did nothing to hide. You also loved the way he genuinely seemed to care about each and every person in the village, shinobi or civilian. It was how you knew this behavior was out of the ordinary, and why you wanted to reach out and offer help, even if he didn’t want it.

“Lord Kakashi,” you said cautiously once the door was closed. “Are you all right?”

He looked up at you, giving you an exasperated stare. “I believe I told you to leave.”

“I know,” you said. “But you seem stressed. Is there something I could do to help?”

The next thing you knew, you were naked, your breasts pressed against the wooden desk. Kakashi bent over you, his muscles flexing deliciously as he thrust into your pussy. You gasped and shuddered, your nails digging into the wood as his cock hit all of the sweet spots along your inner walls. He groaned into your hair until he came hard, his seed dripping down your legs onto the floor below.

“Thank you,” he whispered seductively into your ear. “I feel much better now.”

Then he’d ducked down and buried his face between your thighs, his hand pressed against your back so you couldn’t see his unmasked face become soaked in your juices.

From that day forth, the two of you developed an arrangement. He still treated you as any other ninja, still gave you missions and expected results. You still gave him the admiration and respect he deserved as Hokage, never asking for anything more.

But whenever he sent you those three little words - I feel stressed - you dropped everything. You entered the office, where he’d be patiently waiting, alone and ready. Then, for the next few hours, you did everything in your power to make sure all the stress he was feeling evaporated with the sweat pouring off your bodies.

And in return, he always made sure you reached your satisfaction as well, never allowing you to leave the office until he paid you back tenfold.

Today, as you smiled and walked around his desk, you could still see the scratches from the first day etched into the wood. You dropped to the ground as he leaned back and spread his legs. His eyes barely fluttered as you ran your hand over the bulge in his pants. You unfastened them and pulled them down just enough so his cock came into view. You swallowed hungrily, then flicked your eyes up to him before leaning down and teasing your tongue around the tip.

He immediately sighed, the tension already leaking from his shoulders. You gave his cock a sweet kiss, then slowly dragged your tongue up the underside. Kakashi groaned, leaning his head back. When you returned to his tip, you found a salty pearl of precum already forming.

Kakashi’s hand settled on the back of your head, gently pushing you forward. Knowing what he wanted, you eased him into your mouth. He panted quietly, his grip tightening. Struggling not to grin, you hollowed your cheeks as you sucked and were rewarded with a soft moan. He gripped the handles of his chair, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. The two of you stared at each other in surprise. Then you scooted back, hiding underneath his desk. Kakashi slid forward, hiding his erection under the desk and taking a deep breath. “Enter.”

“Pardon the interruption,” Shikamaru said. “But we just got a status report from the Academy-”

“Thank you,” Kakashi said, keeping his voice dangerously calm. “I’ll look at it in a little bit.”

“We also got a whole stack of mission requests we’ll need to process,” Shikamaru said. A stack of papers hit the desk above your head. “Most of them are D-rank, but…”

Kakashi sat rigid, silently listening to Shikamaru as tension returned to every muscle in his body. You frowned, hating that Kakashi was already back to the stressed-out state you’d found him in. If only there was a way to help…

Your eyes locked on his cock, still leaking from the tip as if it sensed your gaze. Grinning, you silently shuffled forward. You poked your tongue out, then delicately dragged it over the head. You paused, waiting to see if Kakashi would react. But he did nothing. His body didn’t relax, his voice didn’t shift, it was like he hadn’t noticed.

So you did the only thing you could: You did it again. And again. You worked your tongue over his cock from base to tip, worshiping it as you would a god. You heard his voice change, the eerie calm he maintained barely breaking as he continued to entertain Shikamaru’s business. Eagerly, you took him back into your mouth, barely stopping yourself from moaning as he filled you back up.

His hand found the back of your head again, and you paused, worried that you had gone too far. But then he pushed against you, silently encouraging you to continue. You were happy to oblige, so you sucked as hard as you could. His grip tightened until it was almost painful, his hand lightly tugging. You followed the direction of his hand, your lips dragging around his cock as you pulled back. Then he pushed again, and you moved forward, swallowing him down until he hit the bag of your throat. You barely caught yourself before you gagged, then slowly bobbed your head up and down as his hand guided you.

You couldn’t help it. You loved doing this with Kakashi anyway, giving him pleasure as desire filled your entire being. But this, with the added risk of discovery and danger, made it so much better. Your pussy throbbed between your legs, and you knew without looking that the floor beneath you was drenched. You bobbed your head faster, dragging your tongue along his cock as you moved. You could tell it was working by the way his legs spread wider and the way his feet curled against the floor. 

You feverishly wondered if you could make him cum before Shikamaru left, hear his voice cut off with a moan, feel his salty essence slip down your throat. Your eyes fluttered closed at the thought. 

You needed it.

Your hand came up, stroking the part of his cock your lips just couldn’t reach. You sucked harder, the bobs of your head growing more frantic. Your other hand snuck between your legs, and your eyes fluttered as you sank two fingers into your soaking folds. You wanted to beg him for more, to plead for him to pull your hair as he fucked your face, to just pull you out and fuck you on the desk - Shikamaru be damned. But you stayed silent and on your knees, tears leaking from your eyes as you felt Kakashi’s cock pulse against your tongue.

He suddenly gripped tightly, pulling you back and off his cock completely. “Thank you for your suggestions, Shikamaru,” he said, the arousal thick in his voice. “As I said, I’ll look it over later. You’re dismissed.”

Shikamaru paused for a moment before responding, and you could almost feel his gaze piercing you through the desk. “Of course. Later, Lord Sixth.”

A minute later, the door closed, and Kakashi immediately pulled you back. You nearly choked on his cock, but then you found your rhythm again. This time, Kakashi didn’t hold back, his moans echoing through the office. “Yes, yes, that’s good,” he said, his hips thrusting against your lips.

Less than a minute later, his cock pulsed hard, and he spilled into your mouth. You tried to swallow it down, but it was too much, and a glob of white trickled down your chin. Kakashi sighed with relief, stroking your hair as his orgasm finally died away. “That was risky, what you did,” he said, though he sounded too amused for it to be a true admonition.

“I know,” you giggled.

He slid his chair back, then pulled you out. He surveyed the mess on your chin, then carefully wiped it off with his thumb. “You look good with my cum in your mouth.”

A few months ago, such a remark would have embarrassed you. Now, you just looked at him with glowing eyes, your pussy clenching at the praise.

A familiar glint appeared in his eyes. “You did very well. I feel much better now.”

“Thank you, sir. And I’m glad to hear that.”

“But now,” Kakashi said, pulling a blindfold from a drawer. “It’s time for your reward.”

You trembled with arousal as you nodded. “Yes, sir.”

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[rookie98writes]

Distractions

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, oral sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, 69, vaginal fingering, praise kink, cum swallowing, no plot at all, POV Kakashi

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: When Kakashi is free for the day, will it be a lazy day off, or will he find something more active to do with you?

AO3 Link

It was the type of rare day that Kakashi had learned to treasure above all.

He had no mission, no assignment, and no commitments. He could spend the day however he wanted.

Kakashi turned his head to find your sleeping figure beside him. You were completely out, your plush lips separated just enough for your soft breaths to fan over the pillow. Your hair was rumpled in an undeniably cute way, and he had to resist the urge to move in and kiss you awake.

Normally, it would be something you would welcome. But it was still quite early in the morning—still nighttime by some people’s standards—and Kakashi’s inflexible schedule dictated it was time for his morning workout. So he allowed himself just a few more minutes to admire you before sliding out of bed to get dressed and head down to the training grounds.

As the sun rose, Kakashi worked himself through his usual routine: a series of stretches followed by a variety of calisthenics, then finally a few laps around the grounds. When he was good and tired, the sun fully brightening the blue sky, he knew it was time to head home.

The apartment was still quiet as he showered and started breakfast. It wasn’t until the meal was almost done that you padded your way into the kitchen, greeting him with a hug from behind and a kiss on his cheek. You then helped him finish cooking, stealing little lingering touches as he plated the tamagoyaki and you brewed some tea.

After breakfast, Kakashi began cleaning and sharpening his ninja tools while you relaxed on the couch, propped up on a pillow that was wedged between your back and the arm of the sofa. Your legs were crossed, and you held a certain novel in your hands that Kakashi had read enough times for the pages themselves to become distinctive.

He felt you glancing over at him from time to time, your eyes roaming the lean muscles of his arms and shoulders as he worked. He raised an eyebrow when he caught you, and you giggled behind the pages of the book.

“Sorry,” you giggled. “You’re just a little distracting…in a good way!”

Unconsciously—okay, maybe intentionally—Kakashi flexed just a little more than necessary as he passed each blade over the whetstone. About five minutes went by before he looked up again at the sound of your playful snickering, expecting you to still be peeking at him from the pages of the book. Instead, your eyes were glued to the novel, and you were biting down on your lower lip.

If asked, Kakashi would never admit it. But in that moment, his ego took a serious hit.

He crouched behind you, reading over your shoulder. If he’d had the foresight to judge how far you were in the novel, he would have been able to tell exactly where you were, or at least a close approximation. But instead, the lewd words jumped off the page the same way they had when he’d first discovered the book. The vivid description of the characters’ depraved actions made him bite the flesh inside his cheek to keep from giggling. But the knowledge that your eyes were devouring the words; your body temperature rising, your skin flush, your heartbeat quickening—his skin tingled with want and his brain went dizzy.

“Y/N,” he whispered gently beside your ear, causing you to jump in surprise like a child caught sneaking sweets before dinner.

“Kakashi. You scared me.”

I can tell. He caught the way your pupils—previously blown wide from your excitement at the perverse language on the page—quickly constricted and your heartrate increased even higher. The aroused pink of your cheeks made him wonder if your pussy was flushed the same shade.

“You're at one of my favorite parts,” he continued.

Your brain couldn’t follow, too saturated with lustful imagery to shift focus. “O-oh?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed as he turned his neck to allow his lips to skate over your warm skin. He placed a kiss to the pulse point in your neck. “I think it might be one of yours as well, considering I don’t seem to be much of a distraction anymore.” Kakashi gently brushed his lips up to your earlobe, sucking softly on the flesh before whispering: “Perhaps I should try a bit harder.”

“Y-yeah?” you giggled. He smirked against your skin and toyed with your ear a little longer before he started kissing his way toward the hollow of your neck, his hands gripping the arm of the sofa for stability. His tongue instinctively licked against the sharp dip, teeth reverently grazing the skin pulled taut over the bone. You mewled beneath him, the book completely forgotten on your lap as you laid back to enjoy his ministrations.

That’s more like it.

“Kakashi,” you sighed, reaching up to play with his hair as your thighs started rubbing together for relief. He sucked kisses down your chest, his nose nuzzling under the neckline of your top. But he could only get so far before the solid edge of the sofa pushed back against this chest. No way was the Copy-nin of the Hidden Leaf going to be thwarted by a piece of furniture. Kakashi growled in frustration before abruptly standing and scooping you from the couch.

You squealed in feverish excitement as he carried you into the bedroom. “This is turning into quite the distraction.”

“Well, I can’t do what I plan to do to you over there,” he explained, causing you to snort.

“Just what are you planning to do to me?”

He reached the side of the bed and gently laid you down with your feet up by the pillows.

“Just trust me,” he purred, taking his place at the foot of the bed. You looked at him with a mixture of desire and confusion, but he could tell that desire was winning out by a landslide.

Kakashi knelt down and kissed your cheek before continuing his journey down your neck, nipping his way from your collarbone to your cleavage. When you chuckled, he felt your laughter against his own chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you teased.

Kakashi turned his neck to peek back at you. “A very naughty place,” he replied with a smirk before pressing his face into the soft swells of your breasts.

You laughed a sound of love and joy as you grabbed the back of his head, your fingers tangling into his hair. He started sucking hickeys into your skin and caused you to yelp. “Perv!”

You arched your back and grasped at the fabric of his shirt. He leaned away from you and reached back to grab the back of his neck and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to the corner of the room. Even from your upside-down vantage point, your eyes were glued to him. Your hands immediately explored his bare torso, sending shivers through his muscles. He sat back on his heels, admiring the telltale redness over your chest where his mouth had been hard at work.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. “Why did you stop?”

Kakashi stood at his full height and peered down at you. “Take off your clothes for me.”

You bit your lip at his direction, but immediately began following. He watched as your fingers pulled your shirt over your head, exposing all that soft, creamy skin. You tilted your head to watch him slide his pants and briefs down, a happy giggle leaving your throat as his dick bobbed free of its restriction. You licked your lips and he had to hold back the urge to fuck your pretty mouth right there. Just a little self-restraint, he reminded himself, and he would feel your tongue tracing his veins soon enough. First, you had a task to finish. “I want all your clothes off, sweetheart.”

You smiled impishly and took your time, your eyes focused only on his stiff cock as you maneuvered your way out of your bra. He was about to tease you for staring, but the Copy Ninja was certainly no better. His mouth was watering as he saw your pretty nipples stiff and begging to be tasted. It seemed you noticed his actions, quirking an eyebrow at him before hooking your thumbs under the waistband of your skirt. Kakashi stepped out of his clothes while you wiggled your way out of yours, your breasts bouncing and making him feel more and more impatient.

“That’s right,” he groaned, his hand delicately wrapping around his dick. “So beautiful.”

He looked over you before you fully settled down, still kicking your skirt and panties away when he lost his battle for self-control and he finally let his mouth descend over your chest. He sucked the pebbled nipple between his lips, licking and nibbling at it and causing you to squirm and pant. “Kashi…” you whined impatiently. He could feel your breath fanning over his chest and your hands scrambling over his shoulders as you tried to orient yourself.

Kakashi tugged your nipple between his teeth before releasing it with a wet pop. “I asked you to trust me, Y/N,” he reminded you, his eyes drinking in the way your hard nipple was shiny with his saliva. “You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

Pride swelled in his chest at your quick answer. He would never get tired of hearing you tell him that. He didn’t even need to respond; he just went right back to work, kissing up toward your ribs. You let out the cutest little whimper, the sound vibrating into his skin. Then he felt your nails gently drawing patterns over his back as you tilted your head to flick your tongue out over his nipple.

“Ngh—baby…” He groaned as you teased his nipple. He let his forehead fall onto your abdomen as you toyed with him, nearly causing him to lose his patience. “Mmm…scoot a little closer to the headboard.”

You did as he asked, bending your knees to bring your butt up a little higher. He followed eagerly, prowling onto the mattress and settling his knees on either side of your head. You grasped his thighs and giggled as his cock bobbed directly over your face. He licked at your hipbones, smelling the arousal between your legs.

Suddenly, he felt you lick the precum leaking from his tip. His cock twitched to chase you, but he held his hips back and hovered his torso over you.

“Is that what you want me to do?” you asked coyly.

He swung his head down to look between your bodies and saw the gorgeous sight of you on your back, his cock almost threatening as it loomed over your face. “You’re gonna do a lot more than that,” he growled.

You giggled and teased kisses over his hips, thighs, dick; anywhere you could reach. Kakashi watched for a moment, his head swimming from the awe and gratitude he felt as the subject of your affections.

…Or maybe the feeling was partially a byproduct of his blood rushing simultaneously to his head and his dick.

Either way, he knew exactly what he wanted next.

Kakashi lifted his head to watch as he hooked his hands under your thighs, gripping them and peeling them apart to reveal your sex, sticky and shiny with arousal.

Your tongue lapped at him again to tease him, but this time, he wasn’t going to let you get away with it. His hips pressed down to pursue the warm wetness your mouth, his cock sliding along your tongue until it filled your mouth.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he moaned. “Go on and suck my cock.”

Your movements were a little clumsy and unpracticed at first while you got used to the new angle, but he was generous enough to pulse his hips and help you find your rhythm. And as soon as you did, he smirked, knowing he was about to throw you off again.

He stiffened his tongue to a point and flicked it over your clit, causing you to choke around his dick. “You okay, baby?” he smirked.

“Mmmmhmm,” you hummed, mouth still occupied with his solid cock.

“Good girl,” he groaned before licking you again, the alternate angle allowing him direct access to your clit before laving forward to collect the delicious slick on his tongue. You splayed your knees out and he gripped your thighs, holding you open so he could devour you. Each pass of his tongue had you moaning and whining around his dick, the vibrations urging him on to lick more furiously as his hips bucked to fuck your face.

“Feels so good baby,” he growled. “Fuck, want you on top.”

He caged you in with his legs and rolled to bring your body on top of his. You instinctively leaned off of him, but he kept his grip on your thighs so you couldn’t move from straddling his mouth.

“That’s it, Y/N. Catch your breath.” he caressed your thigh. “We’re not done here.”

He tugged you down to sit on his face, his grateful mouth working over your folds and making you whine with pleasure. Arousal dripped down your thighs and onto his face. You rolled your hips against him, but he dug his fingers into your hips to hold you still.

“Not so fast,” he teased. “If you want more from me, I think you know what to do.”

You eagerly rubbed your body on his, arching your back into a feline curve. He softly kissed your thigh as you started touching him, your delicate fingers tracing the ridges and veins of his shaft.

He moaned out at your touch, feeling just as desperate for it as he’d been the first time you’d ever touched him. Then you engulfed the tip in the warmth of your mouth, sending a shiver through his body. He let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of you sucking and licking the fat head of his cock while you continued to touch and tease his shaft. The pressure surrounding his cockhead was overwhelming in a way that was both too much and not enough all at once.

Kakashi reached down to tangle his fingers in your hair, gently guiding you to take a little more of his dick in your mouth as his hips lifted off the bed. For extra encouragement, he licked a wide stripe along the full length of your sex. You whined, saliva drooling down toward his balls.

It was even better than he imagined; your cunt rolling against his lips as your tongue guided his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. He wanted it to last forever, but he got carried away and he took your sensitive clit between his teeth, rolling it and sucking it to the point where you were already reaching your high.

Your cunt clenched as your juices flowed onto his face, a slutty moan fighting for occupancy in your full mouth. Your orgasm must have switched your brain off, your mouth stalling halfway down his cock, your lips and throat vibrating as you trembled around him. He smiled against you, loving the way he had you so worked up already. But his lust-addled brain still wanted more; wanted to feel your throat constrict and gag around him, wanted to fill your mouth with cum.

A slave to his instincts, Kakashi reached down to grip your hair by the root, slowly pushing your head back down to give himself more of that much-needed relief. It wasn’t a gesture meant to coerce you; he only wanted to help. Help guide you further down his shaft, to keep that incredible feeling going for as long as possible. So when his efforts paid off and the head of his cock rubbed against the soft insides of your throat, Kakashi moaned like some desperate virgin.

The back of your head pushed against his palm as you choked, frantic puffs of air from your nose tickling his balls. You put one palm flat on the mattress and pulled yourself off of him, gasping as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly hissed. Your chest heaved as you took deep breaths. “Are you alright?”

You tilted your head upside-down and looked at him through the space between your bodies, blinking through the moisture in your eye. Kakashi’s dick twitched as you smiled back at him, looking adorably silly as your inverted head nodded. Then you straightened out and kissed his hipbone.

“I’m fine,” you responded, working your way back to his stiff cock. “Just needed a second.”

Kakashi grabbed hold of your flank, his fingers gripping the plush flesh of your ass as he pulled your hips down to feather hisses over your pussy in the same way you were kissing around the base of his dick.

You shakily lifted your body away from his face, taking your still-sensitive pussy out of reach of his scheming mouth. Undeterred, Kakashi opted to simply kiss along the soft skin of your thighs as they quivered on either side of his head. He stole a glance up at you, seeing your swollen lips trail kisses up his length while your pretty fingers wrapped around him.

“Fuuuck that feels so good.” His eyes rolled back in his skull as he relaxed onto the pillow. “Mmmm you love my cock, don’t you sweetheart?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, running the pads of your fingertips along his most prominent vein.

“That’s it,” he continued. “Show me how much you love my cock. I want to feel you kiss it all over.”

Always eager to please, you did just as he asked. Your lips pressed loving kisses along every inch, your tongue flicked out to taste him, and your fingers spread your saliva along his skin, combining it with any precum that your tongue hadn’t already lapped up.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” he panted. “My cock loves you too, Y/N. Mmmm it loves you so much.”

Your mouth opened wide as you licked him from base to tip, then your hand wrapped around his lower half and you took the rest in your mouth.

“Ohhhhh, that’s it baby. Just like that.”

Kakashi laid there in utter bliss as you worked his cock with your mouth, skillfully bobbing up and down along his shaft and jerking off the base. He shut his eyes, just focusing on the incredible pleasure between his legs and the delicious scent of your cunt as you hovered inches from his face.

Right now, Kakashi was sure he was the luckiest man on Earth.

He was just so in love with you, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of you for as long as he could. He hummed as he kissed your thighs again. His grateful hands explored the expanse of your back, rubbing over your hips, butt, and upper thighs. He felt heat beneath your skin.

Lazily, his eyes opened and he unabashedly stared right between your legs. The lips of your cunt were puffy and slick, clear and shiny arousal nearly drooling from between them.

“Your little cunt is so pretty, baby,” he smirked. “So pink and shiny. And so goddamn wet.” Kakashi reached his hand up to run one finger between your folds, collecting the gooey substance on his fingertip. “Already came once and you’re this wet just from sucking my cock?” he chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

You moaned around him as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked your fluid clean off it. A low groan rumbled in his chest. “Mmmm, so fucking good.”

Gently, he pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. Your lips vibrated against his dick as you arched your back in surprise. “Just take it, sweetheart,” he cooed as he added his middle finger and sunk both in another inch. “Let me touch you while you taste my cock.”

He rotated his wrist and started fucking you with his long fingers, hearing the wet squelching sounds as he pumped them in and out, in and out, quickly taking advantage of the arousal present to welcome a third finger.

“Fuck, you're so gorgeous Y/N,” he panted as his hips started thrusting up to meet your mouth. “I wish you could see the way your greedy little pussy is sucking me in. Mmmm, this is quite the show.” He felt you whine as you shifted your hips, your thighs slightly closing even as you continued to do filthy things to him with your mouth.

“Are you blushing?” he teased, increasing the pace of his hand to remind your pussy who it belonged to. “Even your cunt is blushing.”

Kakashi pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh, using his mouth to show as much as tell you how much he loved you. “You don’t need to be shy with me, Y/N. You already know you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

Your skin flushed again at the compliment. You slid your hand down to cup his balls, toying with them while you gradually worked your lips closer and closer to his pelvis. The head of his cock barely breached the entrance to your throat before you paused.

“That’s it, Y/N. You're doing so good.” For encouragement, Kakashi pressed his thumb into your clit and began rubbing little circles over it. “Take it again, baby.”

You took a deep breath through your nose and swallowed around him, getting him a little further down your throat. “Haaaa Y/N you’re gonna make me cum…” he whined, desperately lifting his hips for just a little more. Your throat constricted as you choked, sputtering and pulling away.

He didn’t have time to hiss out another apology before you descended on him again, working his cock with your hand and mouth to make up for the loss of contact. He exhaled heavily as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was ready to finish, but he couldn’t resist working you up just a little more.

“Fuck, fuck I’m close—” Kakashi panted, driving his hips up to meet you. “You wanna swallow my cum? Hmm?”

“Mhmm,” you whimpered as you ground your clit down against his thumb.

He circled it harder and faster, fucking your mouth in the same frenzied fashion. “Yeah? You gonna swallow everything I give you like a good girl?”

“Mm—Mhmnmm!”

“Get ready…I…h-hah!”

All his muscles turned to gelatin as he let his release loose down your throat. You gagged a little and pulled back just enough to collect the bitter fluid on your tongue, swallowing at a more controlled pace. His hand dropped onto his sides and you licked the last of his cum from his dick before rolling onto your back beside him.

For a minute, you and Kakashi just laid there panting. Surprisingly, you were the first to move, reorienting yourself to bring your head up next to his. He smiled and welcomed you with his arm extended, pulling you in to snuggle against his chest. You kissed his chest right over his pounding heart.

Kakashi smirked. “So, was the distraction worth it?”

The loving look you gave him in return was more than answer enough.

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#hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader #kakashi hakate #kakashi smut #kakashi x you #ao3fic #ao3 author #rookie wrote #will i ever stop being carried to bed? #or being called good girl? #no #no i will not #i love him your honor

[kashi-prompts]

Prompt: You're Safe

Subject: You wake up in the middle of the night riddled with anxiety. Only one man's touch can settle your nerves.

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader

Word Count: 882

Rating: T

There's a noise outside your window. 

A distant sound that jostles you awake beneath the covers. You shift your legs uncomfortably, feeling the summer heat slicken your skin with sweat. You will yourself to fall back asleep, teetering between the expansive solace of your dreams and the uneasy sense of reality that is just beyond the threshold of your hazy mind.

Your senses decide on the latter, your eyes sliding open despite your best intentions to remain nestled in the comfort of your dreams. You stare at the ceiling, the tiles barely illuminated by the soft glow of the moon casting itself through the window behind you. You hear your husband beside you, his breath soft in your ear as he peacefully sleeps. 

Don't do it, you think to yourself, closing your eyes again. Go back to sleep.

You shut your eyes, grasping desperately to sleep. Yet, that familiar sense of anxiety begins to creep up your spine, your chest tightening as you take in a deep breath through your nose. There was nothing wrong, no threat, no danger - yet your body sensed something was off. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of panic despite your mind not comprehending the origin.

You were alone here, isolated with your thoughts and unease. The clock next to you read 3:38AM. A time nearly no one was awake, and there were no prospects of the sun rising to relieve the moon of its duties any time soon. If only it were later. 

You rub your chest, taking another deep breath. And another. The sides of your palms begin to tingle uncomfortably, and you can feel yourself beginning to sweat from your body's rising temperature. You swallow hard, begging yourself to remain calm. There was nothing wrong - and yet?

You sat up in bed, feeling your stomach begin to church. You hold it, pushing away nausea as you try to catch your breath from running an obscure race in your mind. There's a groan beside you, and you swear softly to yourself for waking him. 

"[y/n]?" you hear a thick voice call softly to you, a palm spread at the base of your spine. 

"Go back to sleep," you manage quietly, looking down to see one unsettled, sleepy black eye staring back at you. Your voice cracked slightly, its pitch higher than usual, despite your best efforts. Your stomach stirred again, nausea pivoting into your chest as you heaved another breath, flexing your hands in your lap.

"Are you okay?" Kakashi asks, sitting up on his elbow. You look back again, his grey hair falling over his forehead as he stares at you through the dark, concern written on his features. 

"I'm fine," you tell him, although you can feel yourself begin to shiver under his touch that slides up your back. 

"Do you feel okay?" his voice clears, shifting to sit up in bed as he looks over at you, watching you stare blankly ahead. You can't stop it now. It's as though a levy had broken, flooding you with panic at some unspecified origin.

"[y/n]," he breathes, realizing the situation as he pushes away sleep. Your breath hitches, your body shaking as you try to control it. Embarrassment casting a shadow as you realize you can't stop it. This anonymous demon that creeps into your mind when you least expect it, wreaking devastation and destruction to your mind and body. 

"Hey, it's okay," you feel his hand slide up your neck, pulling you into his chest. His fingers weave into your hairline, dancing circles on your scalp as you take deep breaths. 

His lips press against your crown, cradling you against him as you let out a soft cry against his nightshirt. Why were you like this? As if knowing what you were thinking, he tightens his grip on your shoulder, rocking your body slightly as you snake your arms around his torso. 

"You're okay," he whispers against your hair, "You're safe. There's no danger. Just you and me." 

You whimper against his chest, letting out a trembling breath. He grips your shoulders, his nose buried in your hair as you continue to breathe deeply. The nausea in your stomach slowly settles, your racing thoughts following suit as he continued to whisper assurances in your ears. 

You don't know how long you sat there, cradled in his arms, a palm drawing circles on your spine. But all you knew was that there was something in his touch, in his presence, that settled your nerves like no other. Your sharp, deep breaths were replaced with soft inhales of the lingering scent that stuck to his skin. Your numb hands slowly returned with a soothing warmth of gratitude, enveloping you just as his arms surrounded your body. 

After some time, Kakashi carefully pulls you both back into the sheets, conscious not to let go of you. He kissed the top of your head again, your hand sliding to the center of his chest. You feel yourself settle, the adrenaline rush that had pumped through your body slowly scattering away from your bloodstream. 

"I love you," he murmurs, intertwining his fingers with yours. You let out an unsteady breath, kissing his collar in gratitude. 

"I love you too." 

#kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x read #kakashi imagine #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi #hey man #I just need some comfort #loosely based off real experience with my husband

[kakagaibouquet]

i love all kakagai moments equally but i have to dedicate a separate post for episode 241.

like i just cant believe the episode opens with kakashi being like yeah i trust gai wholeheartedly there's noone else i want to be by my side more.

and then! and then gai's sos tortoise comes crashing into the room, and kakashi recognizes it instantly. the fact that it knows where kakashi is means kakashi has given gai explicit consent of his location and that he also agrees to be gai's emergency contact. you know who does this? married couples.

but no. it only gets worse. in gai's imaginary scenario, his first instinct upon seeing kakashi is to give him a hug. im going insane.

and at the end of the episode, we see kakashi just casually flexing his relationship with gai in front of yamato and aoba. it wasn't necessary to show how much he trusts gai, but he sure did by asking gai to come save him out of the blue. and him showing that he remembers the record of their rivalry very clearly. GAHHH

like this is an excellent episode that shows their history together, their attention to one another (especially kakashi to gai), their affection and mutual understanding, just beautiful overall!!!!

#im in shambles #these gay old men #kakagai #gaikaka #can you tell this is my comfort episode #i mean all kakagai episodes are but #especially this one

[dark-elf-writes]

Time travel au where Sephiroth can sense himself all over Cloud but doesn’t know why.

He has never so much as flexed his mana around him, yet cloud still has innumerable intentionally layered threads of it woven around him like a heavy cloak. Has felt tendrils of clouds own mana reflexively wrap around him in turn, with an odd focus on what few weak points he still has. Has seen the way cloud looks at him like he knows every little thing about him yet still refuses to flinch away.

Sephiroth is fascinated.

Aka, how Sephiroth assumes the threads of himself wrapped around cloud make him his future self’s (although he thinks alternate dimension might be just as likely) lover instead of his enemy/ killer

This is blatantly inspired by the Hatake time travel au you have if Naruto were to go back before his graduation (posing as an uzumaki or something?) and kakashi was the one to smell himself on him

The thing is Sephiroth doesn’t have a lot of things that can be truly considered his. Most of what he owns, most of himself even, has Shinra and Hojo’s grubby little fingers all over it so anything that he owns is hoarded and cared for with a singular focus.

Every little trinket Angeal and Genesis have given him over the years. (Angeal and Genesis themselves). Every gift from fans that actually made it to him. They few things he had been pressured into buying himself while out on missions either from his friends or the troopers he was with needling him to loosen up.

Then he sees Cloud.

No that’s not right.

Then he feels Cloud.

Cloud who is drenched in him. Who reaches out to him instinctively in turn, covering his few vulnerable parts. Who returns his own focus just as intensely with eyes that see him and not the weapon Hojo had forged.

And how could Cloud be anything but his, whether in the future or a different timeline, and what’s the harm in making sure Cloud is his now when he is already destined to be anyway.

Cloud, on the other hand, was not expecting this to be the way he saved the world.

#the elf talks #ff7

[delirious-donna]

Hi, recently started watching anime and came across your work. Phew! Drools!!

Could I maybe trouble you with a small request?

There’s this scene of Kakashi swinging the kunai around his finger and I can’t get over his hands… and him making the reader suck on them…

Anon, my darling, firstly I hope you are still around. I'm sorry this took so long for me to answer but I held on to it cause yeah, I wanna suck on Kakashi's fingers. I have no shame in this matter and I'm quite sure he'd just chuckle at me in response before offering up his hand. Ahem, anyway... thoughts below! 💗

Kakashi has nice hands, large in comparison to yours and you've measured them several times. Early mornings when neither of you are in any rush to leave the sanctity of the sheets, giggling as he bends the tops of his fingers over yours that are flush against him.

His skin is rough, hardened in places but it is to be expected from a skilled shinobi such as Kakashi. You like the sensation of his callouses grazing your skin, especially your most tender, intimate areas.

Long fingers, thick but not too thick. The perfect length to press exactly on your sweet spot, torturing you with two digits buried up to his knuckles and dripping in your slick. He watches you through hooded eyes, half a smirk on his lips as he whispers such filth that makes you clench around him even tighter.

“You like that, huh? Love having my fingers stuffed in your tight pussy, don’t you? That’s it, cum for me.”

Strong and capable of crushing you if he wished, of course, he never would. Kakashi is well aware of what your limits are and whilst he might push them, he’d never hurt you.

Even in the moments when those skilful fingers wrap around the slender column of your throat during the throes of passion. The pressure exerted is a warning to behave, squeezing down if you dare to defy but never causing any discomfort, only putting you back in your place like you want him to do.

The problem is that he knows how much you like his hands, Kakashi is highly aware of how you watch them avidly when you visit to watch him sparring with his fellow shinobi.

Does he have to swing his kunai around his finger before sending it flying? Nope, but he is gonna do it cause he can sense your heart rate accelerating from across the field. Never taking his attention away from his opponent but also keeping you in his line of sight as much as possible.

The sound of the stretch and flex of his leather fingerless gloves is enough to make your thighs press together as he offers you that closed-eye smile he is well known for. Ambling towards you after waving off his friend and flopping down beside you under the tree you’ve chosen to rest against.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He asks casually but you know his question is far from casual, now that he’s close he can smell your arousal and it’s driving him crazy. The adrenaline from sparring makes him take the risk, letting you yank at his mask whilst he pulls you down onto his lap.

Making out turns to fondling which turns to you taking his hand and lifting it in front of your face. Holding his gaze as you slip his forefinger between your lips to suck.

Those steel grey eyes darken, shuttering slightly as your tongue twists over the unique pattern of his fingerprint. A small slurping noise sounds so indecent as you take him right down to the first knuckle. The slight salty tang of sweat mixing with rich leather and the taste that you know to be uniquely Kakashi.

You release his finger with a soft pop, a muffled groan resonating from his chest and turning into a whimper as you move to the next finger to repeat the process again and again.

It’s the first time you’ve sucked on his fingers, but it surely won’t be the last…

#delirious answers #kakashi smut #kakashi thirst #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #I’d suck his fingers any day of the week

[acerathia]

two birds || Act II

Summary:

Hanahaki: A disease stemming from bottling up romantic feelings, as these decide to grow inside the lungs and the blood system of the sick person, resulting in flowers. Thus the first symptoms are the coughing up of flower petals accompanied by pain and breathlessness, as the flower continues to grow as long as the affected does not confess their feelings. Alternatively, the growing flower can be removed via surgery, but it may affect the ill person’s ability to feel love in various forms. Or How do you react with falling in love with no real chance? Simple, a tragedy in five acts.

Wordcount: 2.8k

Read on AO3 || Masterlist

Pairing:

Obito Uchiha / Reader

Tags/CW:

features of a tragedy, hanahaki disease, childhood friends, some degree of isolation, No War AU,

Note:

Please note that I choose to not tag some stuff, as it contains heavy spoilers, proceed with caution and with the knowledge that everything is either connected to the tragedy aspect, or the hanahaki disease itself. !! I didn't forget abt this!! Here!!

Scene I. – YOU, KAKASHI HATAKE, RIN NOHARA and MINATO NAMIKAZE, and afterwards OBITO UCHIHA, sitting between the grass, enjoying the cool breeze of remembrance

The scene: The training field, the whispers of the trees around you, where everything truly started.

The grass blades tickle your wrists as you lean, rest yourself on them, face stretched towards the sun, eyes closed flashing orange. Someone shifts behind you, shoulders brushing, tipping your balance, barely. A pop cracks, the joints of Kakashi shifting after this wait, minutes laying down on you heavy as hours. 

“I can’t believe he’s actually late. Again,” a husky voice starts, Kakashi, his expectations bleeding through his complaint. 

And you can’t help but turn to look at him, his face pulling a straight line to Rin, trying to connect, convey something. Instead, you’re the one answering. “Hm, you know as well as we do that he just gets busy, you know? Teaching a team and all that.”

Don’t you know how exhausting being a team is. Well, Minato-sensei does, but whoever belonged to that team had lived with the quarrels and arguments of the two boys, men. As much as they had learned to trust each other all these years ago, they still keep a hand deep in each other's hair, ready to drag, to rip, to tear. So you have every right to protest and to protect. It’s not fair otherwise. 

His head had turned to look at you, his dark eyes bore into you, searching for something in the blemishes of your skin. Maybe he found something, as his jaw works and opens, but before the words could even coat his tongue, the grass crunches, alerting you of the newcomer. A pair of sandals start nudging your hips and you look up, meeting an embarrassed grin and a hand rubbing the back of a neck. 

“Hey, sorry for my tardiness, the kids wanted to try one last mission today, and I couldn’t refuse them,” Obito immediately apologizes, eyes wandering over the spread group before landing on you. But only for a brief moment, as it jumps back to Rin. 

You unlink from whatever argument is currently arising, taking a swing to lift yourself onto your feet, standing up, stretching until you hear a couple of tiny pops. Continuing with your movements, you work on the musculature, feeling the pull in your calves, hips, arms. 

After you feel ready, you simply grab Obito’s arm, disrupting the heated fight about their ideals and expectations, dragging him to the middle of the field. Depositing him in a spot before taking your place a couple of steps away. 

“C’mon, like we used to do!” you demand, sliding your foot behind you, lifting your hands in front of you. No weapons, no Jutsus. Just raw power, just the two of you. 

The pout caused by Kakashi melts off and a bright, excited grin takes its place, and he too takes his position, bending slightly forward. His arms flex with each movement of his wrists, his thighs tauten, the band of the little bag around it stretching. You let your eyes roam over his shoulders, waiting for any indicating flinch, proceeding to glide over his biceps, his neck, only to stop over his plush lips, still puckered into that grin of his. You feel yourself trip, freefall, your heart drops, and yet you remain in the same position. 

You take a breath, trying to calm your heart down, the beat rising to your head, thumping words into your ears, whispering something you cannot discern. The echo only intensifies as you glance over his nose, his eyelashes squinting over his dark eyes, as if space had taken residence inside them. And you can’t help yourself but drown in them, the stars inviting, coercing you. 

And the taste of iron coating your tongue rips you back, out of that thought. You have been biting the inside of your cheek, tearing the tissue apart, popping blood vessels. Only because you have been distracted for a moment. But you’re glad about it, as it brought you back to your senses. 

So you couldn’t miss the kick aimed against your head, blocking it, grabbing his ankle, and yanking him to the ground, trying to gain some time. But he catches himself with his hands, kicking his other foot, and barely missing your chin, as you let go of his other leg to take a step back. Taking advantage of his open position, you decide to throw some of your own kicks in, trying to make him lose balance. And he does, but he’s able to latch onto your lower leg, pulling you onto the ground with him. You immediately just grab his hair, attempting to put him into a triangle chokehold. To your misfortune, he has a talent for evasion, leading to him being able to grab both of your wrists, pinning you down, knees heavy on yours, pressing on a nerve. 

His face lingers above yours, grinning, gloating about his win. His breath fans over your face, herbs and spices, and your eyes jump from his pearly smile to his crescent eyes, to his arm stretched over you. And you finally understand what your heart has been telling, thumping you all along. 

I love him. I love him. I love him

The air escapes your lungs with this realization and you have to force yourself to calm down, to act like your breathlessness is due to that fight. Yeah, there’s no other reason for you to almost choke on the air around you, his presence suddenly too overwhelming, pressing over your insides, squirming. 

Acting like nothing is wrong you swing forward to act like you want to bite him, or to headbutt him. Thankfully he takes the hint and he releases you from his hold, flopping onto the grass beside you. You have been observing him, and you don’t miss the way his eyes immediately jump to Rin, and the echo in your head gets warbled, wrong. You knew of his crush on your friend, it’s obvious, and he’s been looking at her like that for years at this point. And you also knew, the conversations under the clouds, just the two of you, Rin had started to reciprocate those feelings. And who are you to interfere with this blooming relationship? With this you decided to keep the thumping of your heart a secret, may it travel along your veins and unfurl between your bones, until it withered with time. 

You stay laying on the ground, watching as Obito finally stands up to join Rin, both their smiles brilliant under the shining sun, complementing each other, eyes roaming and accepting. With a snort you avert your eyes, staring at the clouds passing by. Of course you won’t tell, won’t even think about whispering those words to him, your pride heavier than the echo between your ribs. Your friendship heavier, your dignity heavier. You don’t dare think about the repercussions of these simple words, what could shatter, what could break. You aren’t even sure how you would handle the rejection, the rejection which is certain as the grass beneath your fingertips. 

Something nudges your ribs and your gaze wanders to the source. Grey hair meets you, not the ones you want to see, but you grin nonetheless, heaving yourself into a seated position. 

“What? You wanna make fun of me for losing?” you ask with a small giggle, aware he wouldn’t outright do so. Rather he would simply tell you what you did wrong, maybe offer you to show you how to execute whatever move he explained to you. 

But he just sighs, shaking his head. “Let’s fight.” Was the only thing he says, cocking his head to tell you to stand up. And you do, you’re almost glad for the distraction, and you wonder if he has noticed something, but his gaze to the conversation at the edge of the field tells you something else. 

You bump slightly into him, bringing him back to the current situation, exchanging a quick look, to which he frowns. You don’t give him enough time to truly grasp the situation and get into position at the other end of the field. He eventually does too. 

This fight is more intense, as you could concentrate a bit tiny better, than you earlier had. Doesn’t mean you necessarily win, rather Kakashi actually used the same move you wanted to use, to end this fight, indirectly showing you how to actually carry it out without worrying about slippery enemies. You have to tap out of the chokehold because you knew if he had been serious, you would be passed out by now. 

He releases you and you just flop, going limp on top of him. A scoff escapes him, the equivalent of a giggle for him, before he shoves you off not ungently. Your face meets the sandy ground and you close your mouth to not inhale any grains, and you had no other choice but to actually move and roll around. In this movement you catch sight of the pair still deep in their conversation, his hand on her knee, her body leaned towards him. 

A sudden urge to cough overwhelms you, and you clear your throat. It seems like you still inhaled some sand. You raise to your feet to grab some water, helping with the tickle at the back of your throat. While you were almost drowning in your water, Kakashi had joined the other two, vying for her attention in his own way. And you can’t help but snort, surpressing a laugh. Then your eyes meet Minato-sensei’s, his eyes laughing and yet overwhelmed, almost like the very first day he met that particular group. And now you can’t help but giggle, the tickle in your lungs just bursting out, almost forgetting everything troubling you, almost feeling like a little kid again. 

So you quickly join the group, leaping at Obito’s back, trying to convince him to carry you to Ichirakus, and he’s attempting to throw you off, complaining about how you always make him carry you, and how you never carry him, how about that?

That’s how you end up jumping off, grabbing him and throwing him over your shoulder, despite his larger frame. You laugh and just begin walking with him like that, answering his complaints with the reasoning he gave you, you never carry him, and now it’s your turn. 

Scene II. – The foregoing, the smell of herbs an echo of the past, the taste of promise coating the tongues

The scene: Ichirakus, the imprints of your shared history, the place where everything happened

On the way to the ramen place, you were forced to put him down, as his movements made it near impossible to properly carry him al the way, so you had no other choice but to comply, at least for now. 

That’s how you still ended up at Ichirakus with no bruises or empty laughter. Because you’re quite sure he would have started tickling you if you refused to put him down, and that would’ve lead to you both tumbling down the road. But you showed restraint and so you both could sit at the booth with no aching bones. 

As usual the boys frame around Rin like a rim from the outside world, you and Minato on the outside, forming concentric rings around her. And you all order whatever you’re craving at the moment. Waiting for your food another argument breaks out, and you miss the reason, but you help Rin and Minato-sensei to calm them down nonetheless. And due some miracle, they actually stop, even if both turn their noses up. 

Once the food arrives everyone gets chatty again, surrounding the center like a magnet. But your gaze wanders back to Obito, his back turned on you, a smile as bright as stars, eyes only for her. And you grin cheekily, trying to come up with something to tease him with, hinting about their feelings in the most obvious, most embarrassing way possible, when you suddenly have a cough fit. Your lungs rustling with every inhale, with every rasp they tickle. 

With watering eyes you try to grab some water, but there’s no glass of water on the table yet, and you have to turn around to avoid disturbing the others. It seems like you’re actually getting sick, rather than having inhaled some sand. Some kind of luck you have. At least you manage to grab your water bottle, letting the warm rest rinse your throat. 

You turn back around to see that your food has been served. Digging into your ramen, you momentarily forgot about your cough, not giving it more meaning than it probably has. And you try your best to ignore how barely anyone had noticed your problem just a few moments ago; only Minato-sensei has send you a worried look, to which you slightly waved with your hand, mouthing the words ‘sick’. With that he reluctantly nods, steering his focus to his own food, as the two fighters are momentarily distracted. 

Usually you would initiate some kind of eating contest, but you feel tired and drained for some reason, so you stuffed yourself full, enjoying the spiciness of the food, the way it fills your craving insides, almost like calming something inside of you. 

Warm and comfortable, you pay for your meal and stand up, telling the others that you’re going to head home. And you repress a flinch, as Obito decides to join you, you don’t know why, he always joined you home. 

So you make your way home, the street lamps slowly flickering to life. And what else are you doing but pestering him? 

“Man, you’re really whipped for her, aren’tya? Getting really bad at this point, ugh,” you act as if you’re gagging, until he slightly shoves you aside, hand in neck, skin pink under the dim light. 

“Hm, do you think she would accept if I ask her out?” he asks instead of denying it, because for how long you two had known each other, he would wonder more about why you wouldn’t know about his feelings. You always have been good at reading him. 

You hum, acting as if you’re deep in thought, even though you knew her response very well. But you wouldn’t tell him, that’s a secret you got, and who are you to share it? “Well, who would want to go out with you,” you finally answer in jest, not able to stop your shit-eating grin from emerging at his pout, before avoiding another shove. 

And you try to avoid the thumping inside of your head. I would. I would. I would

“Hey, I’m being serious here!”

“Me too! You eat like a little kid! No one wants a person who eats with their cheeks.” You stick your tongue out and giggle at him feeling his face, looking for the nonexistent food there. 

Upon realizing you’re making fun of him again, he stops and groans in frustration, only for a grin to spread over his face as he suddenly pounces on you, hands on your ribs, luring screams and laughs out of you. And you immediately start running away, trying to get him to stop tickling you. 

“Fine! Fine! Stop! Please, I will tell you what you wanna hear!” you beg as he has you locked between his armsl, torturing you with his nimble fingers, as you try to kick and shove him away. 

Immediately releasing you, he asks: “Yeah? Tell me how awesome I am!” A cheeky grin sits on his face, illuminated by the moon. 

And you only sneer at his request, just staring at him with disgust until he relents. 

“Okay, okay. Just… Tell me if it would work out?”

You sigh, clearing your throat, your breath tighter than it’s supposed to be, than you’re used to after such a small exercise. And you curse this random sickness. 

“Well, I think it wouldn’t hurt to try, yeah?” you rasp, throat suddenly feeling clogged, but you manage to swallow just fine, getting your voice back. “Trust me, just do it.”

He brightens up at your response and it feels like you stepped into the sun, blinking and squinting. You gag and continue your walk home, which surprisingly doesn’t take much longer anymore. 

At the door he wraps his arms around you, a goodbye hug, like always, like your bodies are used to. But this time it doesn’t feel like every last time you hugged him. Your heart is working overtime, screaming at you, and you hope he can’t hear the choir of confessions. And he doesn’t, as he breaks the hug with a bright grin and a goodbye, before going his merry way. 

And you stand in front of the door, trying to dilute these words into your veins, trying to push them out with every breath of yours, every hurting breath, every tickling, wheezing cough.

#obito x reader #obito x you #obito x yn #obito uchiha x reader #obito uchiha x you #obito uchiha x yn #uchiha obito x reader #uchiha obito x you #uchiha obito x yn #uchiha x reader

[pupkashi]

thinking about jealous!kakashi who hates seeing other people flirt with his partner.

jealous!kakashi who is seeing red the moment you give the person even a semblance of a smile, already making his way across the room in large strides, the cup in his hands being placed roughly down on the nearest surface as he makes his way to you.

he makes his presence known quickly, clearing his throat and snaking an arm around your waist, not even bothering to hide the look on his face.

“this is kakashi! my boyfriend” you smile, looking up at the taller man and noticing immediately how pissed off he looked.

“boyfriend?” the other person says, giving him a once over.

only an idiot would try and flirt with you some more after taking a look at kakashi. his eyes were slightly narrowed and brows furrowed a bit, his arm that wasn’t wrapped around you was flexing a bit, due to the fist his hand was forming.

kakashi rolled his eyes as they said something stupid and turned to leave, letting out a huff when you turned to look at him.

“did you really have to come over here looking like you were gonna bite his head off?” your tone was serious, but there was a smile creeping onto your face.

kakashi couldn’t stop the heat rising in his cheeks, his ears beyond red as he runs his hand through his floppy hair, “you expect me to watch my partner get chatted up and do nothing?” one brow lifting and you smile, leaning into his side and walking out into the fresh air.

“y’know i can handle myself kashi” you state, intertwining your fingers with his as you two head home.

“i know, just don’t want you to worry about that when I’m around” he quips, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

jealous!kakashi who as soon as you step foot in your home has you backed against a wall, making out with you until you’re pulling away, struggling to breathe. he’s smiling down at you, loving the way your nose twitches because of the silver hair tickling it. only giving you a couple seconds to catch your breath before he’s crashing his lips back onto yours, making your legs wrap around his waist and carrying you to bed.

jealous!kakashi who’s sure to leave a just barely visible mark on your neck, so on the off chance you see that person again, they know you’re only his.

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[blackbriarsparrow]

A CALL TO OPS *Chapter 5 Spoiler*

Dimly, Sakura felt something brush across the top of her leg and looked down to see Kakashi's hand receding with the kunai that Sakura had holstered on her thigh. A rush of heat pooled in her chest and singed the tips of her ears. That holster had been hidden – or so she thought – and fastened dangerously close to territories forbidden to former senseis.

"No weapons in the bar," Kakashi deadpanned quietly, not that anyone would overhear. Their friends had mostly dispersed into smaller groups, and the overhead music was loud enough to drown out the sound of the chatter.

"I don't know how you managed to get that without me noticing, but you better give it back…"

"Or what?" Kakashi was grinning. "As I recall, you took one of mine a couple nights ago. I'm just taking back what's owed." Kakashi had the daring impudence to spin the blade around his finger as he sat back, oh-so-casual-as-you-please, and draped his arm across the velvet backing of her chair.

Sakura grimaced. "I would fight you for it, but I don't want to make a mess in Hanabi's new bar." It was so much easier for Sakura to lash out with threats in place of facing the absolute fact that heat was engulfing her insides, and she didn't think it had very much to do with the alcohol she'd consumed.

Kakashi casually shrugged a shoulder. "It doesn't go with your outfit anyway."

Sakura leaned forward, aware that their knees were touching beneath the table. "How'd you know I had it on me in the first place?"

Kakashi lifted his chin, and Sakura saw the tendon in his jaw flexing even beneath the confines of his mask. Almost as if he were debating what to say… "Ninja," he replied casually.

Maybe it was the alcohol loosening her inhibitions, or a maybe the sensual, dark ambience of the bar, or a combination of both – but it made Sakura feel rather brazen as she leaned towards him and set her palm on the top of his thigh. "Give it back, Kakashi. Or I'll break something a little more delicate than your fingers…"

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[incorrectkakagaiquotes]

Gai: *minding his usual business, like flexing his biceps, lifting heavy things, doing pushups and pullups, etc.*

Kakashi, secretly eyeing Gai: Damn...

Gai: What are you looking at?

Kakashi, looking up: Nothing. I'm just reading this book.

Gai: It's...it's upside down.

Kakashi: Would you believe me if I said I was practicing my reverse reading—

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