#i think it drives home that while he's carrying on a conversation with kakashi he's like. absolutely not present

[mokutone]

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Where the majority of pages before were in red hues, this is all green and blue and teal, cool colors.

Over the entirety of the page, there is a drawing of Tenzō, naked and loosely coiled in black cords, just as he was in canon flashbacks to his time in Orochimaru's lab. His hair rises from his head as if floating. His expression is neutral. He appears to be the same age as he was in the red pages.

Tenzō's head dominate's panel one. His hair obscures a lot of the panel behind him, but we see a close image of ninja sandals on a tree branch. "The mission went impossibly smoothly," Tenzō recounts. "I only got injured because we were accosted during our return journey."

Tenzō's torsō rests over panel two. Behind him, to the left, his mokuton branches bind an enemy shinobi to a tree. To the right, Rabbit-Taichō is crouched on a branch and hand-signals at a different Tenzō, one which is fully dressed in his Anbu kit. Tenzō watches, his own hands poised in a seal. The Tenzō whose body stretches over the page continues, "They were rogue shinobi from the Hidden Rivers. But the mission itself was just gathering intel with Rabit-Taichō, from a lab just east of the border." Much like the black cords, the tails of the speech balloons weave and wrap around Tenzō's body.

The third panel is split by Tenzō's body. On the left, there's a single panel in the red hues of Kakashi's room. On the right, there are rows of lit, fluid-filled tanks. "A Lab?" Kakashi asks, looking uneasy, on his guard. "Yes," Tenzō's speech balloons reply. "An old one. Former hideout, but now truly civilian."

Tenzō's legs dangle over the fourth panel. Behind his legs, Tenzō and Rabbit-Taichō observe a fish as it swims in a tank. "The lab was conducting experiments on the chakra natures of non-summoned fish," Tenzō says.

"We deemed it safe after ten days of study, and several infiltrations."

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[animeomegas]

Who is the most needy while in heat?

I decided to write for a few characters for different categories: Clingiest, Horniest, Territorial and Requires Support. Enjoy~

Who is the clingiest:

1.     Itachi – Itachi has only ever had soft heats in his life(heats that are not sexually, but instead emotionally charged). He didn’t have his first heat until he was already part of the Akatsuki and didn’t feel safe enough for a proper heat. His health also isn’t the best, so his body knows to have soft heats rather than normal heats. Because he only has these types of heats, they are very strong. He feels a constant urge to be by your side, ideally with you touching him at all times. He can’t take suppressants because they mess with his illness, so he can’t minimise the effects. He spends the two days holed up in his room, the door locked and sealed shut. He won’t let you leave his nest much, growling and whining if you try. His instincts are screaming at him that he has to protect you and that you have to protect him. He can get a little addled and confused because the impulses are too strong. He’s extremely clingy in heat and he hates it. He always feels embarrassed afterwards.

2.     Izuku – Izuku is prone to crying and feeling very rejected if you neglect him during his preheat or heat. He feels the sting of rejection very strongly and feeling abandoned during a heat is… not good for omegas to put it lightly. It can make them sick if it’s serious enough. So, Izuku will definitely try and keep you in his nest as much as possible, asking wordlessly to be carried with you if you need to leave for a moment. Going to work or leaving the house during his heats (even when he’s on suppressants) is a no-no for him. He will do anything to get you to stay with him, including but not limited to hiding your keys, seducing you, and begging.

3.     Mammon – From the second he’s in preheat, he literally will not leave you alone. He’s very attention starved, but his slight tsundere tendencies keep him from acting on his need for affection. His heat and preheat remove the tsundere tendencies and make him even more desperate for attention. He’s hanging off of his Alpha constantly, following them around and sleeping in their room. He enjoys laying on top of them while they stroke his hair or rub his back. Will growl away anyone who tries to take you from him. If the growling doesn’t work, he’ll whine at you to stay with him because he knows you can’t refuse him when he’s like that.

4.     Kaoru – He doesn’t like how clingy he is, but it’s very uncomfortable for an omega to ignore their heat urges, so he doesn’t bother trying to resist it. He’s very prone to loneliness when he’s in heat or preheat, so he likes it if you’re with him as much as possible. He will spend most the time sitting on your lap, innocently and not so innocently.

5.     L – He isn’t particularly fussed about constant physical affection, but he wants you to be in the same room as him at all times. He constantly turns away from his work to make sure you’re still sitting in the room with him, and in the evenings, he likes if he can sit on your lap while he works. His heats are reduced from suppressants, and his libido is very low generally, but he still likes to make sure his alpha is safe and with him during his heat and be surrounded by his alpha’s scent.

Who is the most territorial during heat:

1.     Sasuke – Will straight up growl at anyone who gets too close to you both, and it won’t end well if someone shows up at his house when he’s in heat. Sasuke immediately views whoever it is as a threat and would likely try and attack them, especially if they were a stranger or someone he didn’t like. He is a lot less stressed during this time if you both just hole up at home for his preheat and heat. One of the reasons he makes his nest in a walk in wardrobe is because it’s an easily defendable place.

2.     Shikamaru – He has to have an arm around you or vice versa at all times. He makes sure you always smell like him during his preheats, just as a warning to other omegas. In heat, he gets very intense and caught up in the feelings, so interruptions from outsiders will be jarring and he’s likely to react aggressively.

3.     Shinsou – Is very paranoid when in heat and preheat. He gets nervous about people coming to try and hurt him and his mate while he’s weak, so he doesn’t like anyone he doesn’t know around you or him. Shinsou is fiercely protective of his family and his alpha. When he’s actually in heat, he would probably try to attack anyone who got too close.

4.     Belphie – Likes to just lay down and sleep with you when he’s in preheat, and whenever any of his brothers (or anyone else) try and get you to move, he growls them away, wrapping his arms around your chest to stop you from going anywhere. Would definitely bite someone if they were brave enough to try and remove him from you by force. When he’s in heat, he uses compulsion charms to keep people away from the attic where he likes to spend his heat with you.

5.     Diavolo – He can’t keep his hands or lips off of his alpha during preheat, but not just in a horny way, mainly in a ‘they’re mine’ kind of way. He likes to show off his relationship to others as a warning to stay away. He is delightfully smug if you return the treatment.

6.     Kusuo – He pretends he isn’t being territorial when he’s in preheat, but whenever you end up in conversation with someone, Kusuo is just suddenly standing next to you, I wonder how that happened? He also makes a way greater effort to ditch anyone who might interrupt his alone time with you. He turns his friends away if they show up at his door when he’s in preheat. When in heat, he gets off on the ‘you’re mine and I’m yours’ aspect.

7.     Light – This boy in greedy for your attention when he’s in preheat, and very bitter if he doesn’t get enough of it. He directs most of his anger at anyone who he perceives as taking you away from him. He will lie and manipulate others away from you both during this time with zero hesitation or regret. Would be possessive if you gave too much attention to a book while he’s in heat.

Who needs the most support:

1.     Alois – I headcanon that Alois has some specific heat related trauma, that I’m not going to get into right now, that impacts him greatly. His alpha is his protection. He only feels safe during his heat if you’re there with him. If you leave him alone, even just for a minute, he will panic, fear mixing with his already heat addled brain. For that reason, he needs a great deal of support, he needs a gentle touch and a constant presence.

2.     Shouto – His father paid to have him on illegal grade suppressant without him knowing just after Shouto’s quirk came in. Endeavour got the quirk he wanted, but not the dynamic he wanted, so he tried to change that. He experiences similar heats to Neji when he first comes off of suppressants. He’s so sensitive everywhere that it hurts. He wants to be touched so badly, but it hurts him. His alpha needs to work with him slowly to help him overcome the sensitivity.

3.     Neji – I mentioned before that due to the suppressant abuse that was inflicted on Neji as a child, his heats can be very painful, especially at first, much like Shouto. For a more in-depth analysis, I have headcanons on Neji’s suppressant abuse listed on my pinned masterlist.

4.     Keigo (Hawks) – He suffers from really bad paranoia during his heats. At first, it’s unclear what’s triggering the paranoia, but eventually it becomes clear that his treatment in the hands of the Commission have left him some nasty mental scars. When Keigo is in heat, he needs to have the door locked and bolted, the windows lock and covered with thick curtains and blinds, he needs to be rid of all technology or anything a person could use to contact him, and he needs all supplies to be in his nest with him so that neither you nor him have to leave that one room. It’s why the room he nests in must have an ensuite. He tends to have soft heats (emotionally charge rather than sexually charged) because his paranoia makes his body think he’s in too much danger to have a proper heat. It’s lucky that his heats normally only last for a day.

 (N-sfw under cut~)

Who is the horniest:

1.     Sebastian – He barely manages to keep it together during the day when he has to serve Ciel, but at night? You better be fucking him so well that he can’t stay coherent. He needs a full eight hours of sex before the heat withdraws enough for him to focus. A demon’s heat is very intensive after all.

2.     Kakashi – Every little thing sets him off when he’s in heat. Maybe you knotted him and the heat is subsiding a little, but then you bit your lip or stretch in a certain way, and immediately he’s consumed by his heat again. He struggles to keep it in his trousers long enough to hydrate and sleep. Sometimes he needs to cockwarm his alpha just to be able to calm his instincts enough to sleep.

3.     Tamaki A – He gets so horny at the peaks of his heat that any and all nervousness completely vanishes. He will beg his alpha shamelessly to get what he needs. He cannot control his voice at all, so you better hope your neighbours are forgiving, because Amajiki shouts some filthy things when he feels really good.

4.     Asmo – No one is surprised that he is completely and overwhelmingly horny for his entire heat. Most omegas have down moments for resting and hydrating while their heat isn’t so bad. Not Asmo. His heat lasts for three days (a maximum amount) and is intense for all of it. You have to make him to eat and drink something while he begs and writhes on your lap for you to fuck him.

5.     Kiba – Has a very high sex drive in general, even when he’s not in heat, so it’s no surprise that he’s basically insatiable when he’s in heat. He jumps his alpha five times a day when he’s in preheat, and every hour when he’s in heat. If you can’t provide for him as often as he needs, he will absolutely buy a knotted dildo and use it while he’s on top of you. Most of the time that convinces his alpha to help him get off.

[hatake-no-sharingan]

Can I request hc for Kakashi with a female s/o whos a scientist and is as pervy/equally high sex drive as him?

Thank you! I love your hcs!

Hiii anon. Thank you for your patience and for this request! Your comment made me so happy💓🥺 I’m so glad you enjoy my hcs. I hope you enjoy these, I wrote them with love and thirst

Warning: umm it’s not very nsf-wish but please read under your own discretion. It does mention matur stuff so be careful okay?

-for starters, Kakashi would instantly LOVE someone with those characteristics.

-they would probably meet while Kakashi goes to drop by some samples of a weird jutsu for you to research at the lab, and like always, he’s carrying his IchaIcha book.

-You would gladly take the samples and hand them to your subordinates at the lab with a few instructions. Then you’d turn to Kakashi and make a remark about the book.

-Something like "chapter 16 is my favorite" and Kakashi would blush so bad because chapter 16 is the steamiest most explicit chapter in the book.

-He’d leave embarrassed, but also lowkey turned on, because holy smokes you’re hot, and you also read his favorite book.

-So he wouldn’t stop thinking about you and would find excuses to go to the lab and see you.

-You’d always make suggestive remarks, something about his pants being too tight and highlighting his gorgeous ass, or maybe something about how hot it is while gently running your fingers through your collarbone and down your chest.

-But you’d stop and leave him like that, always wanting more and incrementing the sexual tension between you. He’d be desperate to get you all to himself while you’re playing hard to get.

-Until.... Who are you kidding? He’s so hot, and you need to be fucked properly.

-You’d maybe make him beg a bit though. "I’m too busy Kakashi, got research to do.”

-To which he’d reply, "You want to study anatomy? Then use me as your test subject. Do anything you want to me."

-of course it doesn’t work like that, but you’d love to have him as your test subject.

-you’d spend hours on end at his apartment, memorizing every single thing about his body. Learning what he likes the most and which spots are his most sensitive. For scientific purposes of course.

-Also your lab coat kinda turns him on. So sometimes you’d wear it for him with nothing underneath while he’s gently sucking and licking your tender places.

-In public, you would exchange glances, slip double meaning comments in a conversation, and also have quickie breaks.

-Kakashi would go to your lab and be like, "um can I talk to you for a second? It’s an important matter" And You would make an excuse with your coworkers, so you could leave and slip into a closet or a bathroom stall to have an intense, extremely rough quickie.

-Then you would return to your work with your hair as pristine and your clothes as perfect as always.

-while quickie was really good, it barely was enough, because of course you can never get enough of your silverhaired sex god. So you’d literally count the minutes until you could get home and have your soul fucked out of your body by the gorgeous Copy Nin.

[anannua]

Pairing prompt!

First kiss, kakaobi

First time seeing them cry, minaobi

First time waiting at their bedside, not sure if they will awaken, shikanaru

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I really liked these. It got long, so I put them below the cut. 

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First kiss, kakaobi

It happens over the weekend. 

They’re studying at their teacher’s house, shoes in the doorway, listening to the radio while they finish worksheets. Obito keeps glancing his way when he thinks Kakashi isn’t paying attention but those unblinking black eyes are impossible to ignore. He tries to make conversation, asking questions about their assignment to fill the air. The room feels small with Obito’s gaze fixed on his face.

Eventually Kakashi finds himself asking, “What? Something on my face?”

“No.”

“Then why are you staring?”

Obito’s answer is to stare some more.

A little perturbed, Kakashi puts his pencil down. “You’ve been acting weird all afternoon.”

“No I haven’t.”

When Kakashi turns to refute this blatant lie he’s looking into Obito’s eyes, because Obito has moved closer, taking up all of the space on the couch cushion beside him. When did he move? Kakashi is a little baffled as the sofa dips under his weight because Obito is never quiet and curious like this. He’s ever straightforward, direct with his desires, so obvious. Worry hiccups in his heart, a ripple in the calm of his cool exterior.

This close, Obito might be able to hear how quick his pulse is.

“You’re still staring.”

Obito’s mouth jerks into a smirk, a flash of something familiar, before a strange determination settles into his shoulders.

“Yeah. Does it bug you?”

He’s close enough to catch the way Kakashi’s breathing quickens. Black eyes flicker down to his mouth where the sunlight warms his skin, pale cheeks coloring slowly under his unblinking gaze. Obito’s eyes track all over his face as though he hasn’t spent their childhood learning it, hasn’t cracked his knuckles against the edge of Kakashi’s cheekbones or bashed foreheads during their fights as schoolboys.  

He’s really close.

“Obito?”

Finally he blinks, glancing up through heavy lashes to find mismatched eyes watching him closely.

It’s easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission. Obito can’t make himself ask, the words stuck in his throat, and he surges forward before his nerve desserts him.

Kakashi jumps as Obito’s weight crashes into him, sending them both toppling back onto the couch together. Obito doesn’t stop kissing him the whole way down and it’s all Kakashi can do to keep kissing him back, mouth finally open, lips pressed together, a single whimper escaping before Obito drinks down the rest of his sounds.

There’s no time to describe how incredible it is. It isn’t anything like electricity in his veins or an explosion. Instead there’s a steady heat that seeps into his bones, radiating from the hands on his waist, the weight of Obito’s chest crushing them into the couch, the lips murmuring his name against his mouth, hot. 

Kakashi has never felt so warm all at once. 

His eyes flutter open (when had he shut them?) to find his best friend watching with the most anxious look.

“Was that okay?”

He’s terrified. Kakashi can read him with a glance (they’ve spent their whole lives learning how to) and knows Obito is afraid he’s fucked everything up.

“No,” Kakashi says once he’s caught his breath, once he’s certain his voice won’t shake. “No, that sucked.”

Obito flinches. But Kakashi has his collar in a grip because he knew Obito would try to run, grabs him tight enough to hurt, and makes sure his best friend is watching very closely when he continues pointedly, “Obito. You’re gonna have to do better than that—try again.”

First time seeing them cry, minaobi

“Hey, I’m home!”

The call from the front of the house has Minato scrubbing his face, quickly, because he wants to give his boyfriend a smile to come home to. It’s too late because Obito sets down the groceries and materializes beside him like magic. Warm arms wrap him up and the blonde gives up a watery smile.

“Welcome home.”

“What happened?” Obito wonders, worry in his baritone as he reaches up to brush away the water hastily scrubbed from his partner’s cheeks. “Minato?”

“Nothing. Ah, the groceries! We should put up the cold things…”

His words are interrupted by a hiccup he can’t swallow. Obito’s face is set and Minato is swept off his feet. He gets tucked into strong arms as Obito moves them deeper into the house. The blonde’s quiet protests go unheard as he’s carried bridal style to the bedroom. It’s there that Obito deposits him onto the bed.

“It’s nothing,” he tries to say, for Obito’s gloved finger to press against his mouth.

Just the look in his one good eye gives Minato guilt. He should know better; Obito hates it when Minato tries to hide things from him. Instead of putting on a happy face the older man accepts his pampering, letting Obito tuck him under the plush blankets of their bed. His blue eyes are still damp and Minato stops trying to hold back his sniffles.

“It’s not nothing,” Obito’s voice guesses quietly, “but you don’t have to talk about it now. For now, just let it out. I’m here for you.”

Obito learns that he hates watching Minato cry. The helplessness that fills him up eats away at his guts, claws at his heart as he watches his most precious person sink into a mire of tears and little soft sobs. He doesn’t cry loudly, no screaming or wailing. Minato cries softly, like he has to keep it inside and bottle it.

It does give him the opportunity to cuddle the blonde close. He doesn’t care how wet his turtleneck gets. Minato tries once to not smear snot and tears against his clothes; Obito presses gently but firmly until the other man’s face goes back to the flat of his chest. Obito’s gloved hand finds Minato’s to hold while his other cards through blonde spikes, stroking soothingly.

It doesn’t matter why in this moment why Minato is sad. Obito is here for him, for the first time he’s been allowed to see Minato cry, to comfort him. He lets his lover vent quiet sobs into his chest, letting the emotion run its course.

Later, once all his tears are spent up, Minato will say thank you, with a kiss to the corner of Obito’s contented smile, and Obito will scold Minato for not relying on him sooner.

First time waiting at their bedside, not sure if they will awaken, shikanaru

“It’s going to be a while,” Sakura warned. “He breathed in so much poison…”

“I’ll wait,” Shikamaru said firmly. “I want to be here when he opens his eyes.”

Naruto on the bed breathed in slowly, ragged, through three different tubes. The sight made Shikamaru’s own breathing tight. Naruto always healed, everything, but for once it was taking…

“A long, long time,” Sakura had repeated on her way out the door, “No smoking inside. Please.”

It was the last thing he’d heard for nearly four days.

“Shikamaru? Shikamaru, earth to Shikamaru!”

“I said what,” he snapped, turning from the bed for the first time in five days. He stood up straighter at the sight of the Hokage in the doorway. “Sir.”

“At ease, soldier,” Kakashi sighed. “And drop the sir. It’s temporary. Just like this.”

His eye tracked to the figure on the bed. Shikamaru turned his gaze back as well. It wasn’t like he needed to look. By now he had the lines of Naruto’s sleeping face carved into memory. Those three scar marks on each cheek. The unnatural stretch of his mouth around breathing tubes. The slight bags under each eye.

“All his superficial wounds have healed,” the Hokage’s voice said needlessly because Sakura had said the same thing two days ago, “All that’s left is for the poison to finish circulating. Once it’s out he should be up and back to active duty.”

Shikamaru looked up sharply. Kakashi met his confrontational gaze with a cool look.

“It’s what he’d want,” Kakashi said quietly.

In Naruto’s defense. Because that’s what he would want. Shikamaru smirked.

“Of course he would. He will.”

“We need you on rotation.”

Shikamaru’s smirk fell away.

“I won’t leave his side.”

“We need you,” Kakashi repeated, his voice firm and his gaze uncompromising. “I can give you forty-eight hours but there are others who need relief.”

Shikamaru couldn’t deny the Hokage outright but it was the first time his mind was already plotting four different ways he could leave behind a clone or trade shifts to get out of duty. His shoulders squared, Shikamaru let his gaze fall to the floor, and he nodded once.

A hand landed on his shoulder.

“He’ll be here when you get back.”

It turned prophetic: Naruto was still in the hospital bed when Shikamaru returned from active duty to be at his side. He tracked down Shizune straight away, nerves driving him to put a hand in his pocket, resting against the pack of cigarettes he wasn’t allowed to smoke inside.

“How much longer until he regains consciousness?”

Shizune looked started first, then apologetic.

Shikamaru frowned.

“Oh. Haven’t they told you yet?” She said.

He made himself stay and listen (even though it couldn’t be true) and thanked her for filling him in. Stiffly, he went outside and let himself smoke for the first time in nearly two weeks. The harsh crackle of nicotine burned through him, ripped apart the walls around his heart he’d built up against the suspicion that lurked in the back of his mind.

Naruto might not wake up.

Impossible, because he’s the jinchuuriki. They wouldn’t let their not-so-secret weapon lie in a coma even if there was no other option. Konoha would find a way.

Except they couldn’t.

Even Tsunade and Orochimaru combined had been forced to admit defeat. Any further experiments were denied by the Lord Sixth Hokage due to their unethical nature and Shikamaru shook off the tremble in his hand as he lit a second cigarette.

He took the longest, deepest drag he could before crushing it on his way back inside.

Naruto would want to see him when he woke up—if he woke up—

Shikamaru shook his head. Naruto wouldn’t want him to think like that. Naruto wouldn’t want him to worry, the stubborn guy, wanting the best for everyone around him, not giving a damn about himself, reckless, a little clueless, stupid, selfish, wonderful, bright, shining and smiling and stealing Shikamaru’s senses with one look.

Despite the pounding of his heart Shikamaru managed to snort a laugh. That guy.

The nurses gave him pitying looks as he walked back into the room and took up the same seat that bore his weight for a week straight before.

It didn’t matter. He’d be there.

[raendown]

Commission for @cassieeeeanne.

Pairing: KakashiSakura Word count: 3792 Rated: E Summary: Kakashi proposes a naughty little challenge inspired by something he read in Icha Icha and Sakura takes to this new game just a bit better than he expected.

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Icha Icha Made Me Do It

It seemed like such a good idea, very sexy and very risqué in all the right ways, right up until they were both standing on the front porch in a pool of brilliant sunshine and it finally hit home that he was going to have to walk through public like this. That was about the point Kakashi started questioning his life decisions.

For instance: what in the world had possessed him to fall in love with a smart, strong-willed, deliciously attractive woman whose personality managed a uniquely perfect blend of good work ethic and flexible fun? The only thing that had gotten him – besides several years of blissful happiness, of course – was a flushed face that was probably visible even over the edge of his mask and a raging hard-on he probably could have used to give directions to one of the lost old ladies who always seemed to accost him. Not that he was going to. Even he had some boundaries when it came to this stuff.

“How did I let you talk me in to this?” he mumbled while he waited for Sakura to lock the door behind them. She sounded just as breathless as him when she answered, which was at least a small consolation.

“It was your idea.”

“Oh yeah.” Kakashi frowned. “You really need to stop letting me talk you in to things that I find in Icha Icha.”

Her single eyebrow spoke volumes when she raised it in his direction but Kakashi judiciously chose to pretend he had no idea what she was trying to get at. Instead he very carefully shifted his weight to make sure the toy buried inside of him was still in a good position, nothing that would cause any undue gasping when he started to walk. Of course, things would get a lot more difficult once Sakura set her thumb to the remote control she had in her pocket but as soon as she did the game was on and he would be wasting no time retaliating with the remote control he was carrying himself for the vibrator buried deep inside of her.

Something in him wanted to point out how unfair it was that his vibrator had a chance of getting a good run at his prostate to cause extra embarrassment while hers had no chance of going anywhere near her clit but really it was too late for that. He was already lubed and stuffed and so hard his cock probably counted as another weapon. Now was the time to live up to the challenge he himself had proposed.

“Ready?” Sakura’s cheeks were a very pretty shade of pink, as they had been since she first lay back and let him work the vibrator inside her a few minutes before they left the house. Kakashi took a moment to admire how well she was holding herself together before nodding.

“Yup. One romantic evening walk around town coming right up.”

“At least you let me talk you out of going to work like this. Can you imagine me trying to see to my patients like this?” She very carefully stepped over to his side and slid her arm in to his. “Can you imagine trying to sit through official meetings with your council like this?”

“No and also please do not make me imagine the council and sex toys in the same situation.”

Sakura laughed at him but Kakashi shuddered as they stepped out together.

In retrospect he truly was more grateful than he could say that she had talked him out of going to work like this. Only halfway down the street he was cursing himself for this latest ‘brilliant idea’. The toy inside of him was solid and warm and it rubbed in all sorts of interesting ways with every step. By the end of their street he was glad he’d thought to put on an extra pair of underwear because he was already leaking with excitement.

And then the toy began to vibrate unexpectedly.

Rather than swear like a particularly aroused pirate as he wanted to Kakashi bit his tongue and went stiff, bearing up under his wife’s laughter until the sensation stopped, then he turned his hand over in his pocket and went for his own control. He was equal parts proud and disappointed that Sakura’s reaction was as controlled as his own. A part of him had been hoping for a loud squeal.

They walked together for more than an hour, both of their fingers on and off the controls at random times and with no discernable pattern, each trying to push the other farther towards the edge while also clinging to sanity by a thread themselves. For each deserted street Kakashi chose to wander down Sakura laughingly steered them towards a busier one just to torture him for his own poor decisions. Never had he been so glad that the new model of flak vests hung low enough for the shadow to make an excellent disguise for any wetness that was sure to bleed through his clothing eventually.

After the first hour Kakashi was beginning to wonder if he might actually have to pause and bend over to lose himself in his pants in some random back alley and despite their halting attempts to keep up a steady conversation he found his mind was filled with little more than filthy desires and fantasies he hadn’t entertained in quite some time. If their game didn’t end soon he was getting dangerously close to tapping out first because clearly he was the only one struggling with this challenge.

Or he thought he was until, to his great surprise, Sakura pushed him in to an alley and buried her head against his shoulder to muffle a scream in the material of his vest.

“I think that’s all the acting skills I have in me,” she panted against his chest. Kakashi blinked down at her.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Yes, yes, oh my god I can’t take it anymore. I’m done.”

“But you’ve been holding it together better than I have this whole time!” He cried.

She lifted her head to glare at him and only then did he see what he had been too distracted to see until now. It made so much more sense now why she had so stubbornly kept her eyes straight ahead and ducked her chin whenever they passed someone else too closely on the street. Her cheeks were still flushed, which could have been attributed to the heat of a long summer day, but her eyes were desperate and feral in a way he only ever saw in the bedroom. She looked ready to be devoured.

“Acting skills indeed,” he said in wonder. “I never even heard your voice shake once.”

“Yeah, great, I’ll get a day job acting. Please take me home and fuck me. Kakashi, please. I need to come so bad.”

It was a rare occasion indeed when he could get a strong woman like Sakura anywhere close to begging. Kakashi wrapped both arms around his wife and brought his hands together for a body flicker.

They were gone from the alley in an instant and as soon as they landed in their bedroom he could not have said what alley they had been in or what roads they had travelled in the time since they had left. Extended pleasure had left his brain mush and his body vibrating as surely as the toy buried within him. Both of them collapsed against each other with a gasp as soon as they were sure they had arrived somewhere private, their eyes closed and their bodies quaking together for want of the explosive orgasm dangling just out of reach.

“I don’t even care what you choose for your prize,” Sakura growled, “just let me come, I am begging you.”

“Okay…so here’s the thing.” Kakashi swallowed thickly and twitched, holding back a mewl of want when Sakura scrambled for the remote she appeared to only just realize she had left on.

“You better not have just come in your pants!”

“No, although I am man enough to admit that I had a couple close calls.” Kakashi pulled his mask down to give his wife a considering look. “I was just going to say that, ah, I know that you won but I don’t think we’ve ever talked about what I was going to ask for my prize. After all this I’ve got…a craving.”

Sakura eyed him carefully, impatience humming under her skin. “Go on.”

“Have you ever pegged anyone before?”

“Oh. Um, no I haven’t. I imagine the mechanics of it are fairly easy to figure out though and, well, you’re already all…open. Or however you say it.” To his relief she didn’t seem put off by the idea, only a little thrown by the unexpected request. It had been a while since Kakashi had given much thought to being on the receiving end of anything but a blowjob, not since the two of them started dating a few years back, and suddenly he very much regretted not bringing this up earlier.

Apparently he could have been satisfied in a whole other host of ways this entire time.

Casting his eyes over towards his half of their shared closet he murmured, “I still have the harness you would need and the straps are adjustable…”

“You’re not going to tell I can’t get myself off after, are you?” Her question made him squirm and Kakashi may have been blushing a little when he ducked his head and peeked up at her through his drooping fringe.

“No I wasn’t gonna tell you to do anything. Actually, I was sort of hoping it would be you telling me what to do.” Hopefully she got his meaning from that because while he had never been ashamed of his own tastes before that didn’t make it any easier to request his wife of two years dominate him for the first time. Change was never easy for him.

Even when that change sounded delicious and promised to end with satisfaction on both sides.

Still, Sakura looked genuinely intrigued by his suggestion. Her eyes roamed down his body and Kakashi didn’t bother hiding the shiver as his own imagination took off trying to figure out what filthy things were going on in hers. He was so distracted thinking about it he almost didn’t notice when she slipped one hand in to her pocket for the same remote control that had been driving him wild since they left the house before.

The sensation was so unexpected after he had finally allowed himself to stop anticipating it that the short burst of vibration shocked a cry out of him and folded his legs, leaving him kneeling on the floor at Sakura’s feet. When she smirked he could only swallow thickly and thank the gods he’d been smart enough to marry this amazing woman.

“Well, well. How kind of you to get in to position without being asked. If you want your own satisfaction, Mr. Hatake, I’m afraid you’ll have to earn it with mine.” She lifted that single eyebrow again and he didn’t need to follow what her hands were doing to guess what she wanted.

“Yes mistress,” he breathed.

“Mistress, huh? I think I like that. You may please your mistress now, Kakashi.” Sakura beckoned him forward with one finger but Kakashi was already reaching for the hem of her skirt.

Her clothing fell away easily enough and Kakashi had his tongue circling her clit almost the instant she was exposed to the air. Sakura gasped above him and slid her fingers in to his hair with a firm grip, though she allowed him to move as he wished and offered no other commands but a breathy, “More!”

So more is what he gave her. With his tongue already hard at work Kakashi slid both hands up the inside of her thighs to wrap his fingers around the toy he himself had worked inside her not too long ago. She was dripping wet, the underwear he had just removed for her soaked through, and that made it deliciously easier to grip the toy to slowly pull it out. Her moan of pleasure was cut off when he slid the toy back in at just the right angle, becoming a sharp cry as her hips rocked in to the motion unconsciously to grind against his face.

With how worked up she was already it was no surprise that it didn’t take very long. Kakashi moaned each time the hand in his hair tightened to bring him closer but never once did his tongue let up and his fingers refused to pause in working the toy until Sakura was shuddering and breaking, the other hand on his shoulder the only thing keeping her from falling over. She never let go of his hair, however, and Kakashi had dabbled in this kind of play enough times to know that it wasn’t for him to decide when he should stop, although he doubted that was really at the forefront of his wife’s mind in that moment.

He stopped only when Sakura pushed him away and demanded in a shaking voice that he pull the toy out of her completely, which he did with agonizing slowness for no reason other than to tease her with the fact that she hadn’t been very specific. After she had gathered herself enough to speak properly she slid one hand under his chin and lifted it to meet her gaze. Kakashi quivered under the heat in her eyes.

“Now would be a good time for you to fetch that harness, pet.”

Feet slipping and limbs suddenly clumsy in their haste, Kakashi all but flung himself towards his side of their doublewide closet and dug deep in to the back where he had shoved all the boxes from his old apartment that never got unpacked. The harness jingled merrily when he pulled it out of the box, leather supple against his skin, and already he could feel his body clenching in anticipation.

Sakura was the very vision of a dominatrix as she took a firm power stance and ordered him to put the harness on for her. In that moment Kakashi could think of nothing else he would rather do. He nearly shook with anticipation as he fitted the straps to her body and secured one of the toys he only ever used when she wasn’t home in the front. He almost expected his wife to take a moment to get used to the new addition but it only took one look for him to see he was wrong.

“Bend over the foot of the bed,” Sakura commanded. “And spread your legs for me.”

“Yes mistress!” He was there in an instant, twitching with need and more eager than he could ever remember being for any of his previous partners. A whimper escaped his lips when he felt her take a good grip on his hair again to pull his head back for a filthy kiss.

“Good boy,” she murmured against his lips.

There was no time for another whimper as a deep groan was torn from him when she took hold of the electric toy that had been driving him insane for the past hour and more. The flared base pulled at his entrance in a way had him making fists in the bedsheets and breathing hard until finally it was sliding out and he was woefully empty. Even before Sakura got her hands on his hips Kakashi was arching his back and presenting, begging to be filled again, desperate in a way he’d almost forgotten he could be.

Certainly he’d been desperate for Sakura’s touch before; their sex life was anything but boring. But there was a different kind of excitement in fucking his wife up against a wall than there was in bending over to let her fuck him instead. This was a whole new world of things for them to explore together. He only wished he’d thought to suggest these things earlier in their relationship.

At the first touch of something slick and blunt Kakashi gasped, wondering how he could have possibly let his mind wander far enough that he hadn’t noticed her grabbing the lube to apply to her new toy.

“How much can you take, hm pet? Would you like me to tease you?” Sakura rolled her hips to torment his entrance until he whined softly. “Oh, but you’re already open for me, aren’t you? I’ll bet you’d rather I just get straight to fucking you hard like you so obviously want.”

“Please fuck me, mistress,” he gasped, barely able to squeeze the words out.

“That’s what I thought. So eager.”

Sakura pet his hair a couple of times and, like a cat, Kakashi felt his body melting under the soft touch until her hips pressed forward without warning and he was arching again at the sensation of a thick head breaching him. It wasn’t quite the full thrust he might have expected from someone with more experience who understood what he could take but he understood Sakura’s hesitance and refrained from anything other than begging her to fuck him deeper, harder.

And she listened, of course. The moment she had drawn her mental boundaries was clear as Kakashi felt two tiny hands taking a firm grip on either side of his thighs and then it was all his could do to hold on tight to the bedding, riding the cock fucking him from behind, high on the voice that murmured praise and encouragement above him. All he could think – besides how incredible it felt and how close he already was to coming – was that he hoped she was enjoying this as much as he was because they needed to do this again sometime. Very soon.

That’s what he was thinking right up until the moment he realized that his wife was a medical professional, she would know better than anyone where the prostate was, and that she must have been deliberately avoiding it this whole time. She was edging him; and if he knew his wife then he could guess that she wanted him to beg before she let him finish.

Which he was not above doing. Kami but this woman was perfect for him.

“Please mistress, may I come?” Kakashi clenched around the toy as it slid in again and paused for Sakura to shiver against his back.

“Of course pet. You may come now since you’ve been so well behaved.” Her hips rolled back and Kakashi knew that when she thrust forward her aim would be true. Before she could move again he hurried to turn his head and babble out one last request.

“Wait! Could- could you pull my hair again? Please?”

“Anything you like,” she purred.

Fingers slid in to his hair and Kakashi’s eyes were already rolling back in pleasure at the pull against his roots even before she pressed him down over the end of the bed and began to fuck him in earnest, each stroke drawing out helpless cries of pleasure until finally the angle shifted ever so slightly and he saw stars, ecstasy ripping through him on the first hit. His orgasm rolled through him like wildfire, heat rushing through his veins and leaving him breathless.

Not until he was truly begging for mercy did Sakura stop fucking him, letting her hips come to rest with the toy buried deep inside and the leather of her harness pressed up against his overheated skin. It took several seconds of gulping air like a drowning man before Kakashi blinked and realized he was staring sightlessly at nothing and seeing only the white noise inside his own head. When the room came back in to focus he realized that he had actual torn the sheets with both hands. Some part of him absently mourned the loss of the expensive bedding he had only just bought a few months ago but most of him was concentrating on the feeling of Sakura’s palms skimming up and down his back.

“Thank you mistress,” he mumbled and then smiled when it startled a laugh out of his wife.

“It truly was my pleasure,” Sakura admitted. “I don’t think I would mind trying this again some time. Maybe revisit the bits where you called me mistress and follow my orders without question. That part I liked.”

Kakashi chuckled weakly. “I am not surprised.”

Getting cleaned up afterwards was interesting. After so long being filled in one way or another it was strange when Sakura pulled her hips away very slowly and he was empty once more, fidgeting while she used a few wipes to clean away the excess lube around his entrance. She laughed brightly when he called her solicitous.  

Watching Sakura struggle with the harness and fighting her way out of the straps without bothering to remove the toy from it first was more funny than sexy and by the time Kakashi was able to pull her down in to the bed for a much needed nap before dinner her found that he was in higher spirits than he could remember in the past little while. Things had been tense for both of them at work lately, part of the reason he had proposed this game as a way to relieve a bit of tension, but now he was little more than a puddle between the sheets with Sakura’s warm weight curled around his side.

“I’m glad you talk me in to weird stuff,” she told him in a thoughtful voice.

“Maa, I’m glad you let me.”

“Let’s do something else weird soon. You’ve probably got all sorts of stuff in that closet, don’t you?”

“I do,” Kakashi admitted. Turning his head, he pressed a kiss against Sakura’s hair. “And I would be very happy to show you a few new tricks. Thank you for not laughing me out of the house when I suggested this.”

After a bit of shuffling she was in a good position to push herself up and press a light kiss against his cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he said in return.

He closed his eyes, determined to get at least an hour of sleep before one of them had to get up to cook dinner. Those plans changed, however, when Sakura pressed another kiss against his cheek and he opened one eye to find her peering across the room at their closet with the bright light of adventure in her gaze.

It looked like maybe he would get to pull out his box of tricks a little earlier than expected.

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Pairing: ObitoSasori Rated: T+ Word count: 1686 Summary: Obito wakes up with a hangover, no memories, and a new ring on his finger.

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Forever Begins The Morning After

Judging by the hammering sensation inside his skull the moment he woke up, last night had been pretty good. Obito really wished he could remember what happened. The last thing he remember was Hidan ordering a round of shots while Obito declared him the best friend he’d ever had, a statement that had less effect when he remembered that he had also declared one of the bouncers the best friend he’d ever had for letting him in despite the fact that he was visibly unsteady on his feet. It could be impossible getting in to The Star and Kunai sometimes.

Doing his best to think around the sensation of his own skull repeatedly imploding, Obito realized that he was really quite warm, surprising considering how cold the spring weather had been so far this year. Also he was fairly sure that whatever was draped across his chest was not a blanket.

When he cracked one eye open he was met first with a face full of red. Blinking did not remove the red but it did focus his blurred vision enough to identify a head of thick red hair. Irritation swept through him immediately. Had he really taken home a redhead when he was too drunk to remember it? Obito adored redheads; they always made the best partners in bed.

“If you are attempting to pretend you’re still asleep then don’t bother. You stopped snoring five minutes ago.” The voice that spoke was melodic and very clearly male. Obito’s interest rose when the hair in front of him shifted, lifting away to reveal an utterly gorgeous face, though it was slightly marred by the appearance of a frown. “You’ll need to break that habit, I’m afraid. I will not be married to a man who snores.”

“Uh…what?”

“Hm. Unintelligent in general or merely in the aftermath of alcohol? To be determined.” The stranger blinked impassively before getting up and leaving him behind with a loose jaw.

Obito watched him as he stood from the bed and wandered about the room with curious eyes, perfectly comfortable in his own nude state. It was hard not to notice how pretty he was. His entire body was a work of art from the red hair to the sculpted chest to the intricately carved prosthetic leg on his right side.

Unfortunately it was hard to concentrate on any of that when his eyes snagged on the slim silver band around the man’s left ring finger. Judging by how brightly it shined even in the low light it was either frequently polished or brand new. Obito got his answer to that query when he lifted one hand to wave for the stranger’s attention and caught sight of the matching band on his own finger. Why was he wearing a wedding ring? He hadn’t been wearing a wedding ring yesterday. That definitely seemed like something he would have noticed, being single and all.

In the name of all that was unholy he was going to kill Hidan. Worst friend ever. Clearly this was somehow all his fault and Obito vowed to make sure he suffered for it.

“We didn’t…did we…are we married!?” Moving to Kiri was an absolute mistake, he should have listened when Kakashi told him to stay in Konoha. For fuck’s sake he lived right down the road from one of those drive through wedding chapels.

“Ah, your memories have yet to reboot.” The stranger didn’t seem to notice Obito twitching at his choice of words. “Yes, as a matter of fact, we did get married. Regrettable that you did not take the time to court me first but we’ll make the best of it, I’m sure.”

He wasn’t even finished speaking when Obito began scrambling through the mussed blankets around himself, looking for his phone and trying very hard to ignore the fact that he also appeared to be naked. Last night had apparently been the night of his life; it was a shame he couldn’t remember most of it because he had a feeling there were lots of other interesting tidbits hiding just behind the wall of his blackout.

Exclaiming softly with triumph when his fingers met the smooth glass of his phone screen, Obito pulled it out and scrolled through his contacts until he found the one labelled ‘Religionut’. Hidan picked up after three rings.

“Good morning so far?”

“Don’t take that smarmy tone with me, ass-fuck. You march your religious ass over here right now and annul this shit! Yesterday I was single and this morning I wake up to find out I have a husband!?”

“Annul?” The stranger in his bedroom turned away from the window and narrowed his eyes, pinning Obito in place as he listened to his now-ex-friend’s mocking laughter. “No such thing will happen. You may hang up the phone with who I assume to be our mutual priest acquaintance because his services will not required.”

“Not–? Hidan, stop laughing! Oh fuck it.” With a noise of disgust he ended the call and tossed the phone away from himself. He could always call back later.

His guest nodded in approval. “Marriage is eternal. I will accept nothing less.”

“Alright listen here…uh…”

“Sasori,” the man provided helpfully.

“Right. Listen here, Sasori. You’re hot and all – really hot, actually – but you can’t be serious. We just met. Clearly we were both drunk. And, I mean, look at me.” Unnecessary as it was, he still lifted one hand to gesture at the scars covering the right side of his face. Obito believed in seeing things how they were without sugarcoating them and he was well aware that he was no prize these days. Not since the accident.

Instead of looking at all convinced Sasori hummed and gestured to his prosthetic. “Look at me,” he offered in a bland voice.

After opening and closing his mouth a few times Obito snapped it shut decisively and stood from the bed, dragging the sheets with him to preserve what modesty he could while he rustled up some clothing. It had been a long time since someone looked at him and saw passed the scarring he carried on his face and as touched as he was by Sasori’s casual acceptance he found he wasn’t quite ready to face that without at least two cups of coffee in his bloodstream. And maybe an entire handful of painkillers. Honestly, possible overdose sounded better than continuing to live with this headache.

Breakfast was made slightly awkward by the fact that Sasori still hadn’t put any clothes on and his nudity was very distracting. Not because it made Obito uncomfortable to see a naked body but more because he was having a hard time not thinking about what the man would look like spread across the table like a one course buffet.

“You know it’s a terrible idea for two strangers to stay married,” he said to distract himself. Sasori hummed and carefully stirred a bit of cream in to his coffee. No sugar, Obito noted.

“Beauty can only truly be found in things that last forever.” The spoon made a delicate ringing sound when he tapped it against the edge of his mug before setting it aside. “And a marriage cannot last forever if you give up on it so easily. I will not sign any annulment papers. Now, where do you keep your eggs?”

“My…what?”

“Eggs. I was thinking omelets might be a nice start to the day.”

Thoroughly bemused, Obito pointed to the fridge and then directed him to the bottom shelf where they were hiding behind a carton of orange juice lying on its side. He stayed quiet and poked at the bowl of cereal he’d made for himself, privately admitting that it would be rather nice to have someone around who could do more than just buy the eggs and wait for someone who could cook to show up. It was surprising they were still in date, actually, since he didn’t remember when he’d picked them up.

While he whipped up an omelet for himself with graceful ease Sasori questioned Obito about himself, what he did for a living, what his name was, how long he had lived here in Kiri, where he had grown up. Obito spent the entire conversation twirling the new ring on his finger and trying not to think about how he was already growing comfortable with its weight. Sasori was nice. He was interesting and mature and blunt and he clearly had more brain cells to rub together than Obito ever had.

The more he thought about it the more he realized that he had already capitulated to this madness somewhere in the back of his mind.

Sighing and rubbing his hands down his face, Obito did what he did best. He justified his decisions after the fact. All of his friends had been bothering him to settle down and he had been lonely for a while now. In fact, hadn’t he said something to Rin just last month about how he wished a loving life partner would just magically appear in his bed overnight? The old saying about being careful what you wished for floated through his mind but he shoved it away. In this case he wasn’t so sure it was a bad thing that he had gotten what he wanted.

He was dragged out of his musings when Sasori settled across from him, pushing his own abandoned bowl of cereal away and happily digging in to the eggs he’d prepared.

“Alright. Well. Marriage, huh?” Obito paused in fiddling with his ring when he saw the fond look Sasori gave to his own.

“Indeed. I did always want to get married someday. Do try to make an effort, won’t you?”

“Heh. I suppose I could give it a try.” Obito rolled his eyes and shoved a bite of cereal in his mouth, trying not to smile around his spoon. Marriage as a concept had never been something he objected to anyway.

And he had a feeling that Sasori would make a fine husband in the end.

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Pairing: KakashiSakura Word count: 1462 Summary: Kakashi fantasizes in his dreams and it matches up rather nicely with what Sakura fantasizes when she's awake.

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Mutual Dreaming

Over the years since the war Sakura had seen her fair share of drunken idiots. She’d watched people drink to forget, she’d joined friends in drinking to honor memories, and she treated patients who just couldn’t seem to put down the bottle. More than a few friends had crashed in her spare room for a night and she’d spent her own share of evenings sleeping off varying amounts of sake at someone else’s place.

This however was entirely new. Not once had she ever seen Kakashi, of all people, drunk before. Something about his docile, giggly personality had thrown her, leaving her unable to do much more than follow after him as he wandered through her apartment, poking at random knick-knacks. 

“I don’t remember letting you in,” she mused out loud as she followed him to the couch. Finding him here when she got home from work had been more than a bit surprising.

“Found it,” he snickered, stretching out on his back. “Found the spot. Knew there’d be one. Always a spot.”

“Uh-huh. What kind of spot?”

“A spot to get in!”

Sakura nodded slowly. A dumb question, really, to ask a man as drunk as him. As she watched, Kakashi closed his eyes and drifted off rather quickly, mouth gaping open under his mask and distending the material. 

Rather than go to bed herself she opted to curl up in her favorite armchair and pillow her head on the squashy arm cushion. If he vomited on himself in the night she would rather be right here to keep him from choking, not to mention clean it all up. She could have carried him to the guest room with ease considering her strength but after such a long shift at the hospital Sakura thought she was justified in a little laziness.

Before long her own eyes were drooping and Sakura gave in easily as sleep reached out to embrace her. Hopefully Kakashi would still be there in the morning. She was very much looking forward to both his explanation and the opportunity to mock him. After all, he teased all the rest of them quite enough. It was time to turn the tables on him a little.

She wasn’t sure how many hours later it was when something disturbed her rest and she woke slowly, aware that something was wrong but not quite able to pin down what it was. A glance at the clock on living room wall, lit by a stray beam of moonlight, told her that it was so late it was, in fact, early now. Sakura raised her head and blinked owlishly in to the darkness as she tried to figure out what had caused her to stir.

A soft sound brushed by her ear, a sigh that was almost a moan, and Sakura whipped her head around to stare at the man sleeping on her couch. That sound couldn’t have come from him, could it?

It definitely could have, she discovered, as Kakashi’s head turned slightly towards her and he released a second noise which was much more identifiable as a moan this time. As she stared at him more closely she could see that his breathing was quickened and if she were to take his pulse she would have bet her next three paychecks that his heart rate would be elevated. 

“Ah...”

Clenching her hands in to fists, Sakura bit her lip and tried not to squeal like a little girl as she realized that Hatake Kakashi was having a naughty dream on her couch while she sat perhaps five feet away. The situation felt surreal and she realized that she really should have left to give him some privacy. The man couldn’t help what he dreamed, especially not after a night of drinking. Yet she just couldn’t bring herself to go. 

A half choked gasp had her leaning forward in her seat and raising her fists to bite down on her knuckles, analyzing the sound of it, wondering what exactly he was dreaming of. What kind of kinky acts could draw such filthy sounds from a man like him? What beautiful temptress was he dreaming of?

“Ah...oh kami...more...”

Sakura’s entire body coiled like a spring and, to her mortification, she felt her own body start to respond. How many times had she lain in bed and constructed fantasies of what he would sound like in the act? Used those fantasies to bring herself over glittering edges that were always so much better so long as it was his voice she was imagining? Too many. More than she would admit to even under torture.

The reality far surpassed anything she had ever come up with on her own. His voice was twice as hoarse as it usually was and he slurred his syllables together in a way that fairly screamed of sexual arousal. 

“Gods don’t stop...don’t stop...”

Kakashi moaned again and arched his back a little, his brain obviously trying to push his body deeper in to some incorporeal touch. What she wouldn’t give to know what was going on in that dream of his.

“Sakura!”

The girl in question froze, eyes nearly popping out of her skull and heart freezing inside her chest. She told herself frantically that she couldn’t have heard that right. Of course not. It was only her imagination letting her hear what she wanted to instead of what he had actually said.

And then he said it again.

“Oh fuck Sakura please...yes...yes...”

His voice rose in pitch and Sakura spent five quick seconds in dumbfounded silence before her body moved without waiting for her brain to think things through. Spreading her legs, she lifted the elastic band of the hospital scrubs she was still wearing and slipped a hand underneath. A light dusting of shame heated her cheeks but the moment her fingers found her clit all cares about propriety flew out the window. Gods but she was already so wet.

Merely five feet away Kakashi arched again and released another choked off, wordless moan. Sakura moaned quietly with him, circling her clit frantically. Now was not the time for teasing herself with a long build up; now was the time to get off and get off now. 

Letting her eyes fall closed, Sakura inhaled deeply and strained her ears. The scent of her own arousal drifted in to her nose, the gentle squeak of the couch springs met her ears as Kakashi shifted again, and Sakura pictured him as she had seen him at the summer festival last year. He’d worn a casual blue yukata that did wonders for his shoulders. Sakura imagined herself peeling it off of him as he continued to moan, driving her higher and higher. 

Just as his noises rose sharply in pitch Sakura felt that warm tingling deep inside that told her something amazing was just waiting to burst forth. Her lips parted to allow her to pant quietly, biting at her lip to stop herself from answering his moans with some of her own. She felt herself rapidly approaching that moment of bliss, hand working frantically to help herself along, and then she heard Kakashi call her name one more time.

“Ah! Sakura!” 

That was all she needed. Kakashi’s body shuddered only moments after her own did, curling in to herself as she rode the waves of a much more intense orgasm than she was expecting for having rushed it so much. Keeping herself from crying out was nearly impossible and she only just barely managed. When she finally pulled her fingers away Sakura slumped down in her armchair with her mouth gaping open, heaving for breath as she tried to come to terms with all the sharp twists and turns her evening had taken. 

Dream evidently finished, Kakashi appeared to have slipped back in to undisturbed slumber. Very likely his trousers were now decorated with a large wet spot that she felt oddly proud of herself for. 

Hatake Kakashi had sex dreams about her. She’d made him cum and she hadn’t even had to try. Pride and a weird kind of smugness settled in alongside the lassitude of her incredible orgasm. 

Rising shakily to her feet, Sakura considered leaving Kakashi with a kiss but decided against it. She’d crossed enough boundaries tonight and she knew enough about what he was like with physical contact to respect that even when he was still asleep. Instead she wandered down the hallway towards her own bedroom with her very soft and comfy bed as the destination. First sleep. 

Then in the morning, whether he stayed or slipped out before she awoke, Kakashi was going to face her and the two of them were going to have a nice long conversation.