#kakashi drabble

[brnd3y]

NEW POST FROM @munybagd

i am going to fuck him … i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )

whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1

he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2

sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3

( BOUNS )

no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4

[kakashisenppai]

thinking about a secret relashionship with kakashi

secret late night walks around the village

sometimes you both ignore each other in public even tho you're both dying to hold hands

you hiding your jealously when some other girl hits on him while you're both out with friends

he hiding his jelously when some other guy or even male friend gets too comfortable around you

you both holding hands under the table

secret looks shared in public

you both taking care of each others plants when one of you is out on a mission

you having to hide in his room whenever gai shows up at his apartment unexpectedly

quiet nights in his room, just you both enjoying each other presence

your friends pestering you about how weirdly happy you look everyday

he almost letting out his pet names for you in public

secret kisses when no one is looking

you having to lie to your friends when they ask you why you have two toothbrushes

you both creating a routine so no one knows you're both togather

you both feeling frustrated because you cant show you're together even tho you both want it but is better this way

every other night hes coming in your house throught the window so you can sleep together, even tho he has the key, he still uses to window just to make it more fun

you both sleeping in each others arms after not being able to hold each other for the whole day.

his whispers in the middle of the night telling you how much you mean to him

secrets“i love you”’s mouthed to each other along the day

“ i love you”’s in full sentences and loudly enough for you to hear shared inside your home.

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yes i disappeared completely yes im sorry yes i intend to post more yes i didn’t read what i wrote so theres many mistakes no i dont have any more ideas so you can always give me some

yes if you liked it you can comment and share! feedbacks are always appreciated

[the-isekai-ninja]

Waking up in the middle of the night with the need to use the bathroom is extremely difficult when Kakashi is around.

It's 4AM and you've woken up with an extreme need to pee, but your boyfriend is wrapped perfectly around you. Your head is tucked into his neck and his face is nuzzled into your hair. His arms are wrapped tightly around your lower back with one hand under your shirt, holding you in place. Your legs are entwined together and Kakashi looks completely at peace. You have never been more comfortable in your life but your bladder is crying for the toilet so you reserve yourself to fate and squirm free.

You quickly get up and stumble into the adjoining bathroom, not even bothering to turn the lights on and leaving the door slightly cracked to avoid making too much noise.

You're sitting on the toilet trying not to fall asleep when you just barely manage to hear a high pitched whine. At first you think it's a pipe you'll need to get Kakashi to fix but then you hear it again, a little louder this time. It's coming from behind the door to the bathroom and you can just barely manage to hear a strangled ‘wwiiii-’.

You almost don't believe what you're hearing but you hear it again as you're washing your hands, this time confirming what you heard.

“Wiiifffeeeee……”

You make your way back towards your bed to see Kakashi, eyes still closed but hands swiping your side of the bed trying to find you.

You feel your heart try to leap out of its chest from how cute the action is. It's not something you would expect to see from Kakashi but as your relationship progresses you're learning there's a lot of things he's only okay showing you.

You slip back under the covers and he's quick to wrap around you again, a leg being thrown over both of yours and arms tugging you into his chest. He stuffs his face back into your hair and places kisses on the top of your head.

You giggle as you snuggle into him. 

“Thought you left me…”

You're suddenly extremely awake at the mumbled confession. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze hard, “I just had to pee. I'd never leave you.”

“Mmm…love you.” He whispers into your hair, sleep still heavy in his voice.

Before you can respond his breathing steadies and you can tell he's back to sleep.

You tuck yourself into him before falling back asleep too.

In the morning, as you and Kakashi make breakfast, a thought crosses your mind. You look at Kakashi intently as he's frying your eggs.

“Last night. Did you call me your wife?”

Kakashi's grip on the pan falters and he almost knocks it off the stove. He stares at you with wide eyes, blush running up to his ears.

He turns away from you, trying to to recover, “I have no idea what you're talking about. Must have been a dream.”

[kakeashi]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!kakashi, the sprout of hope.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who knows you completely. to kakashi, you were a drawing that constantly underwent changes made by that deity that created you. to kakashi, you were something that should be looked at, studied. all your mannerisms, all your imperfections, all your secrets — nothing about you was strange to kakashi. nothing of what you were or wanted to be, nothing of what you are and will be: kakashi knew you like no one else. no words were needed to feel heard by kakashi; no request was necessary to be understood by kakashi. a simple look was enough. a single look from kakashi and you knew that your soul would finally be seen. ‘i know you’re tired of hearing this, but you have to stop. rest is a fundamental part of growing. you need a break. you can stop. i promise you the world will keep turning, so stop. just for a while.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who is incapable of stop giving you little souvenirs. i mean, how was it possible for kakashi to pass by your favorite food stall and not grab a piece for you? how was it possible for kakashi to see the last book of your favorite trilogy and not read it, annotated and give it to you as a gift? how could kakashi live his life without seeing pieces of your soul in everything around him? in a way, you occupied kakashi’s entire thoughts. it was impossible for him to go a day without thinking about you. like a spell cast by your sweet smile and tender words, your image was all that appeared when kakashi looked for a distraction from all the tiredness he felt. quite simply, kakashi wanted to show you: he wanted to show you how well he knew you; he wanted to show you how caring he could be; but, above all, kakashi wanted to show you that you were always, and forever, on his mind, on his heart, on his soul. ‘i couldn’t remember if you wanted the green one or the blue one, so i brought both. and i can keep the one you don’t want. i don’t mind matching with you.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who doesn’t remember when he stopped hiding from you. time was a pretty funny concept for kakashi: he swore he lived an entire life until he met you, but still, his life only began when he met you. kakashi couldn’t explain it, especially because he knew there was no possible explanation, but he believed you were the owner of the time itself. kakashi was sure you were capable of manipulating the wheels of the cosmos and extending all your moments and memories. and that was why, with absolute certainty, kakashi had stopped hiding. when he spent his entire life with you, when your stories intertwined in an eternal timeline that transcended any cosmic logic, there was no reason to hide. every word was heard between tender smiles and silent looks. all stories were lived with full hearts and warm souls. all emotions were understood between ancestral tears and heavenly laughter. by your side, by the side of the person who gave him life, kakashi didn’t hide himself and never would. ‘i know this will sound strange, especially coming from me, but i don’t think i’ve ever thanked you. for accepting me as i really am, i mean.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who was the only one who knew about the pink tone that appeared on his face in your presence. you didn’t have to do much, actually. sometimes it was a touch — a brief moment that didn’t even reach the first second of its existence, your touches on kakashi always made him smile, laugh, gain a warmer color on his pale face. it didn’t matter if it was a mistake or if you were already shaking kakashi’s arm for mere seconds, the truth is that every time your fingers touched kakashi, every time your essence stole a little of kakashi’s magic, he couldn’t control his heart that, pumping anxiety and nervousness throughout his body, painted his cheeks a more affectionate color. sometimes it was a word — a small compliment that left your mouth carelessly and landed slyly in kakashi’s ears. your voice was the source of your magic. it was impossible for kakashi to control his heat when you praised him, when you defended him, when you confessed. but, of course, with his face so hot and heart racing, kakashi was sure it was all an invention — thank god!, you wouldn’t catch him falling for you. ‘i don’t know what you’re talking about. there’s nothing to hide, so stop it. come on, we’re going to be late. stop thinking about it.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who always arrives on time to accompany you. early in the morning before you go to work or in the tired night when you came back from a dinner with friends. on those lazy afternoons before you go to an appointment or in the cold early morning when you couldn’t sleep. when you told him or when he found out. when you wanted or when you needed. nothing mattered to kakashi. if you were the owner of time, he would be the owner of space and make sure that every empty window would be filled with your presence. it might be pathetic — he thought it was pathetic — but kakashi only wanted to give you what you offered him: the perpetual security of homely comfort. if you gave him your time, he would give you his space. and whenever you wanted, whenever you needed, kakashi would always make sure not a single second was wasted away from you. ‘yesterday you said you were going to leave early to go to an appointment and i just… well, it’s not serious, is it? what’s going on?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who doesn’t know what’s going on with him. kakashi read books, watched movies, listened to stories. it wasn’t a lack of knowledge that haunted kakashi — it was a lack of confidence. how could kakashi, the one who ruins everything and destroys everyone, feel something warm? how could kakashi, the one who swore distance and guaranteed coldness, feel something sweet? how could kakashi, the one who deserved nothing, want to feel everything? with you, kakashi just wanted to feel. feel the fear of losing you, the shame of hurting you, the uncertainty of courting you. with you, kakashi wanted to let himself feel. feel the gratitude of your patience, the hope of your love, the joy of your confirmation. what was happening to him? kakashi was someone unworthy, a person who, no matter how much he wanted, could not achieve that ultimate happiness. but with you, by his side, thinking of you, kakashi thought that maybe, but just maybe, he was worthy of a happy ending.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who never thought he would have the courage to kiss you. but he did. he kissed you. kakashi left the voices in his head, those that once sang fados of loss and began to learn ballads of hope; kakashi left the voices in his head, those that recited eternal poems of failure and tried to practice brief sonnets of joy; kakashi let the voices in his head, the ones that always convinced him that he would never be entitled to a piece of sunshine, guide his every move. without realizing it, nothing existed in kakashi’s mind — just a desire, just a longing, just a need. without realizing it, everything boiled in kakashi — all courage, all love, all happiness. he had kissed you. with mystical powers, without a doubt, but even so, it was a kiss. it was a beginning. ‘sorry. sorry, sorry. i don’t know what happened — i… i didn’t mean to. please, i’m sorry.’

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

im just thinking about anbu!kakashi... your ex-boyfriend...

he couldn't be everything he thought you deserved, he couldn't provide everything he thought you needed, he couldn't reach the standard he thought you required - so, after well-over a year of trying his goddamn best, he could smash your heart into pieces so gently...

he was shocked when you put on a quaint smile and wished him the best, something behind your gaze actively crumbling...

it was amicable, but neither of you could stand to be near each other... both of you would fall silent, submerged in churning vats of feelings, that you both were trying to suppress, but to no avail...

oh, what a scene; crying in the market square, for no apparent reason...

but, one night, after he returned from a long, faraway mission, you woke up to a firm knock on your door, in a rhythm that hadn't graced your ears for many moons...

the assassination specialist would be there, and would collapse into your arms once you opened the door - he had experienced something awful, which could only ever bring his other awful experiences to the forefront of his mind, that was all you knew - but you would take him in your arms so graciously, as if he had never told you he couldn't love you anymore...

hell, kakashi would let you strip him down to his boxers, in the silence of the night, just like you had been doing for eighteen months, before the excruciating intermission...

and it would only be an intermission, because he would have been being tortured in those months; every thought, conscious or not, had been entirely consumed by you, in a much more doleful manner that before...

he wouldn't be able to go on...

would you take him back?

[pupkashi]

a/n: kakashi word vomit i wanna make out w him

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kakashi is so attractive & he never believes it until you show him how much you’re attracted to him. when you first see him you’re doing a double take bc no one said the famous copy ninja was such a stunner ???

it takes a lot of courage and teasing from asuma and kurenai before you even think about talking to the silver haired shinobi. at first kakashi thinks you’re nervous because you’re scared of him, so he assures you he wouldn’t hurt you.

“you don’t have to be so nervous y’know, i don’t bite” he smiles, eye crinkling and it makes you flush.

“I’ve just never tried flirting with someone as attractive as you” you blurt out, cursing kurenai for encouraging the three shots you took before walking over to kakashi.

kakashi is shocked, his only visible eye now wide and mouth in the shape of an ‘o’ (even if you can’t see it). he doesn’t say anything, wondering how you could find someone as average as him attractive.

nevertheless kakashi doesn’t make you feel awkward, continuing the conversation. the two of you click perfectly, laughing softly and getting to know each other. kakashi is quick to ask you when he’d see you again, thankful his mask is hiding his profuse blushing.

four months later the two of you as sitting on his couch, the movie was mere background noise as you looked at your boyfriend, something akin to a magnetic force pulling your lips towards his exposed neck. you press feathery kisses all over it, kakashi sighs softly.

“thought you wanted to watch this movie?” he chuckles, moving his neck so you can kiss him with more ease. his words are airy, and you know he’s not complaining nor does he want you to stop.

“you’re too hot to not make out with” you breathe out between kisses, planting some along his jawline before finally landing on his lips.

kakashi is quick to move you, grabbing you by the hips and placing you on his lap. he’s never been one to deny your affection, and he wasn’t gonna start today.

he thinks maybe you’re just feeling clingy today, he’s been gone on a mission for a week or so anyway. that must be all it is. kakashi chalks it up to you missing him after missions for months, no matter how many times you tell him you just think he’s so fucking hot.

it’s not until a little over a two years into your relationship that kakashi lies awake in bed, realizing you’d never once stopped showering him with your affection and compliments. he’d figured once the honeymoon phase was over the rose tinted glasses you had on must’ve come off, but it seemed like they never did.

every day you still greeted him with a sweet smile and a flurry of kisses, “how was your day handsome?” or “hi pretty boy, how’d it go?” or any variation which included complimenting him.

kakashi lets his mind wander, grateful that you were as in love with him as he was you. you stirred in your sleep, flipping and curling into your lovers side unconsciously. it made his heart stutter as he closed his eyes, letting your warmth and steady breathing lull him to sleep.

kakashi comes home the next day with his vest already off, navy undershirt untucked and hair flopping naturally over his forehead.

“how was work toda-” you feel the words stuck in your throat as you drink in the look of your boyfriend. he usually gets home in uniform and immediately goes to the shower and you see him freshened up and changed. it’s a rare, breathtaking sight to see him as disheveled as he in right now.

“what? do i still have blood on my face?” he haphazardly wipes at his face with the back of his hand. you shake your head at him, not trusting your voice as you clear your throat and lean in to kiss his cheek. “what’s got you so flustered, pretty?” his deep honey voice has your cheeks burning as you stare at him.

“you look good” you admit, a small smile on your lips, not trying to hide how badly you wanted to jump his bones in that moment.

“hmm, do i? ‘m all sweaty” kakashi mumbles, letting a cocky grin play on his lips as he bends over slightly to allow his lips to hover over yours, “missed me that much baby? you made me late this morning” he smiles as your crash your lips into his, not able to hold yourself back when he was only mere inches away from you.

“not my fault you’re so fucking attractive” you say between kissing him, squealing softly when kakashi pulls you into him by your waist.

it’s in every kiss your place to his skin, ever gentle and needy touch, breathing your love into him as you hold him impossibly close. every action and gesture of yours is enough to reassure him as you shoo him off to shower while you finish dinner. kakashi lets the hot water hit his flushed skin with a happy sigh, forever grateful he paid for asuma’s lunch for a month in exchange for him to play cupid.

[sccrim]

illusion club — kakashi hatake

ʬʬ . warnings ▧ ▧ stripper / stripping , touching

this was a fic i was gonna start for him but ended up not liking it so this is what was supposed to be the first chapter ahahha

"right this way mr. kakashi." a woman smiled making sure kakashi went to his table. everyone in the club knew who he was. they all knew he always had to sit in vip with a clear view of the stage. "so many new women." might guy smiled deeply eyeing all the lady's in there.

this place was like candy to them. every other night they always went to relax after long days of work. kakashi only went to this specific club for the only woman he loved to see. he admired your body like art. made sure he memorized every single detail about your body figure, face, hair.

"your admirer is here for you." your friend laughed placing her dark red lipstick on her lips. "yeah and he bought his friends." you smiled lifting your boobs. "good thing i wore my new heels." your friend blew a kiss while walking out to the floor. "hope you get lucky tonight."

"tell n/n i'll be in the private room." kakashi fixed his suit and took a sip of his whiskey. he walked across the floor to the private room waiting for you to walk in. he missed you. missed your body moving side to side in his hands. missing the feeling of tracing your body while she dancing on him. he wanted you, no actually he needed you.

"back for more mr. kakashi." you smiled walking toward his seat. "you could say that." he spoke softly. "you know you're making the others jealous." you grabbed his arms and placed it on your hips. "is that so?" he slightly bit his bottom lip looking at you sway your hips. "you can't always have me to yourself. i have to make money some how right?"

kakashi grabbed a stack of hundreds and threw it on the table. "bend over." he demanded. you smiled bending down placing your hands to your ankles looking back at kakashi. "everyone knows when i walk in here you're all mine. they have a problem they can speak to me." he placed his cigar down. putting his right hand on your ass. "ah, there's where you're wrong hatake." you turned your body to him and sat on his right leg.

"i'm not yours." you whispered in his ear. "is that so?" his hand placement now on her lower back. "strip." he threw another stack on the table. "is that how we treat woman now?" you slipped your bra off. "please baby." he soft spoke blowing out a bit of the smoke. something about you put him in a trace. he was the only man you would strip for. one, the money was good. two, you had actually liked kakashi.

the first time he laid eyes on you on that stage he just had to have you and only you. so many women trying to dance for kakashi but he just couldn't deal with them. you were the only one he requested and it had to be you. if you weren’t there then he wouldn't show up. he only had money for you. everyone in the club knew not to mess with you when he was there.

"can i touch you?" you nodded as you sat directly on his lap. kakashi placed his left hand on your inner thigh and his right hand on your throat. you leaned your head back in pleasure as he kissed your neck. this wasn't out of the ordinary. you both liked the feeling of each other. even if kakashi didn't throw stacks out you, you would let him do whatever he wanted to you. he was the only man you would let touch you and feel up.

"times up mr. kakashi." you smiled, getting up placing your outfit back on. "come to my office tomorrow." he spoke as you grabbed his hand making him follow you back to the floor. "and why's that?" you questioned. "you'll see. be there at 8." he whispered in your ear, putting a stack on the side of your hip.

all the girls staring at you guys — jealous of how much you would get just from one man alone. kakashi was a rich man and he didn't care how much he would spend on you. he knew one day he'll have you. it was just a matter of time.

 sccrim — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost , translate , or plagiarise my content.

[cosmic-glow]

Can i ask a story with Kakashi Hatake accidentally talking to the reader who likes her but doesn't know how talk with her? like drunk confession

Notes: YES! I don't know why I like writing about drunk characters so much... maybe that's a little worrying... But this turned out so cute and honeyed, I really hope you like it, good reading!

"A Good Reason to be Drunk" - Oneshot.

Warnings: Kakashi x fem!reader; mentions of alcohol and drunkenness (obviously); small plot at the end; SFW; Kakashi in love💕

There was no shortage of warnings about how difficult the journey of becoming a jonin is, and indeed it is, but you were aware of this when you decided to become one. What you weren't aware of was that the person who would train you until you had experience was a big slacker who would leave all the work to you.

You heard a lot about Kakashi, the ninja who copies, while you was studying and training to become a jonin. But what you were never told was that he was late for every appointment, procrastinated on mission paperwork, slept whenever he could and left all the hard work to his teammate. You couldn't deny that he was indeed very skilled during fights, but his behavior didn't make up for it.

And here you were, sitting on a sofa in a bar, drinking sake with your already drunk colleague beside you, leaning on your shoulder and smiling idly. Kakashi irritated you very easily and sometimes you didn't even know why.

But at the same time, he had already saved you so many times during fights, intervening when you believed that all was lost, he taught you so many things that weren't in the books, he compensated you for the hokage's scoldings, taking the blame for any mistake in the mission ... In the end you were a good pair, it was just his lazy side that got on your nerves sometimes. Actually, come to think of it, it was even an honor to train with a ninja like him, you just didn't want to admit it.

After all, in addition to the reputation of being a very skilled ninja, he also had the reputation of being a "stealer of hearts", there weren't a few women who said they were in love with him, maybe you were just wanting to focus on some of his defects so as not to let yourself be carried away by the charm too. But it was hard when he was so close to you, laughing with cheeks flushed from alcohol, looking at you with those eyes as black as night. The strain on your nerves at the thought that maybe if you looked too hard he would use his sharingan on you, having you under control to do whatever he wanted.

- I have a headache these days... Can you help me?

- How can I help you? - you asked as a question and not an offer of help.

- There's this girl that I like... But I think she hates me - he sank deeper beside you, sad - How can I make her like me?

You hesitated, not knowing how to proceed, were you imagining or was Kakashi asking you for love advice? He must have been very drunk.

- I don't know, ask her out - you tried to get away from him a little, the heat of the drink starting to take effect.

- I already did that - he settled down on the sofa, stopping leaning on you, resting his head on his hand, his elbow on his knee, the white hair falling over his face, he looked at you between the strands - I don't think it worked.

- So I don't know, ask her directly if you did something, maybe she'll tell you - you got impatient.

- No, y/n is too stubborn to admit anything! - he frowned, irritated by the suggestion and shaking his head to dismiss the idea.

You stopped whatever you were doing, now just staring at him with wide eyes in shock. No, you're drunk too, not as drunk as he is, but the drinking must be making you hear things, make things up, there was no way Kakashi was in love with you.

- Who? - your voice threatened to break, still surprised by the revelation.

- What? - he asked looking for a glass that was still full.

- The girl you're in love with, who is it? - he turned his head to you.

- I can't tell - he said, with the most serious look a drunken man can muster.

And just now, unfortunately, what was left of sobriety in him decided to show up, you would have to manipulate him into giving you the answer without realizing it.

- But how can I help you like this? Tell me at least a little about her.

Kakashi took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa, he had found a glass that was half full, he was staring at the ceiling but seemed to see through it, far beyond what you could see.

- She is beautiful, very beautiful... She makes me laugh with her stressed way, she always gets angry so easily - he laughs - She likes to look at the stars and listen to music... Her laugh is contagious... And I see myself more and more in love with her... - he was silent for a long time, you even thought he had finished talking -... I need to tell her, I can't even sleep wellI, lose the time and I'm late every day, and she always fights with me because of that - he laughs softly.

Kakashi was so peaceful as he described you, he had a passionate look on his face, fascinated by his beloved, as if just remembering her brought him peace. But at the same time, you could feel his heart sink when he spoke because he thought his beloved despised him, because he was afraid of rejection, because he loved too much.

- I don't want her to hate me... I love her so much - tears started to well up in his eyes - I just wanted her to know that, but I can't even tell her - the tears fell amid sobs, his eyes got low.

You felt helpless not knowing exactly what you should do or say, so you decided to focus first on his problem with being drunk - as if you weren't. Assuming the role of responsible for the situation you got up, took the cup from his hand while he was crying, tried to wipe his tears and got him up saying "it's going to be okay, Kakashi" because it was the best your head could think of and took him outside from the bar after paying for the round.

Now you had a drunk and crying Kakashi on your shoulder being carried all the way home. It was better not to complain, as you could only end up making the situation worse, besides, you thought that part of it was kind of your fault, like, it was you who decided to be rude on purpose to the guy who was in love with you (even though before you didn't know that). Before you could think about it, you entered Kakashi's apartment and put him to bed, which didn't take much effort since he was practically asleep on his feet.

- I love you, y/n - he whispered with his eyes closed, you don't know if it's for you or some vision of his dream.

- And I don't really hate you Kakashi, it's just easier than admitting that I like you too - you spoke low so as not to wake him up, arranging the blanket, not bothering to say it since he wouldn't remember.

Kakashi opened his eyes slowly, a smile forming on his face, looking directly at you with a twinkle in his eyes like a shooting star in the night.

- I knew there was an explanation for all this anger - he said, his voice without any hint of drunkenness anymore - And I also knew that you would never admit it.

It took you a moment to process his speech, Hatake could see the gears turning inside your head as you was transfixed staring at him. When your gaze lit up, understanding what he had done, he started to chuckle at your expression.

- Were you pretending this whole time?!! - you took a step back, crossing your arms, indignation written on your face.

- Yes and no - he sat on the bed, still with the smile on his face - I did pretend to be drunk to get to know if you felt something for me, something besides anger, of course. But I didn't lie when I said I was in love with you, when I said that I stay up all night thinking about how to confess to you.

A silence hovered between you, he had already finished and now he was waiting for your answer, you on the other hand didn't know where to start, all you wanted to say getting stuck in your throat, needing a moment to organize everything.

- You took advantage of my kindness - you don't know why your mind chose to start with that one.

- For a good cause.

- Tricked me.

- Because you're stubborn and would never give me an answer, just like you're not giving now.

- And what answer are you waiting for?!

- That you tell me if you accept to be my girlfriend or not! - he said as if it were obvious.

The silence from before returned, you staring at each other again, your cheeks more flushed this time and his also slightly flushed. Even though he tried to keep a calm, carefree look on his face, Kakashi was internally begging for your answer to be yes, so that he could show the love he's had for you for so long, so that he could touch you the way he wanted, so that he could kiss you. You wanted to let Kakashi love you, you wanted to tell him that you loved him too, and you couldn't understand why you felt that this was a sign of frankness. But with a deep sigh, trying to silence this insistent thought, you looked at him and smiled.

- Of course I do, you idiot!

His smile widened, his cheeks now as flushed as your own with pure happiness.

- I guess I'm the luckiest man in this village now.

He gets up to hug you and can finally kiss his beloved, wrapping his arms around you. Kakashi wouldn't allow there to be a single day when you didn't feel loved after that.

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[k-dauggie]

delirious-donna writes this stuff like poetry 🥺💕

Keep Me Warm [Kakashi Hatake]

Oct. 5 - Kakashi Hatake x female reader

An intimate camping trip turns unseasonably colder than expected, it'll be up to Kakashi to keep you warm right through 'til morning.

warnings: cockwarming, teasing, outdoor sex, Kakashi being a damn teasing motherfucker, it's lucky he is hot as fuck and hung...

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A chill wind swept through the clearing, far colder than you’d expect for this time of year. It forced you to huddle closer into the blanket that was slung around your shoulders. 

The crackle of flames from the lit campfire burned bright, logs popping merrily as if it had no reason to worry about the wind that was startling to howl between the trees. 

Kakashi turned from where he was making you hot tea on the camping stove, a frown deepening on his face. His eyes swivelled around the area, scanning for goodness knows what but clearly not finding anything.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just surprised by how cold it’s turned. Do you want my fleece?” he asked, already pulling the zipper down.

“I’d rather have you,” you purred sweetly. Patting the ground next to you and parting your blanket to invite him inside.

His saccharine smile forced the saliva in your mouth to turn runny, swallowing it down as he took the few steps to your position. His steel grey eyes twinkled in the dusky evening light, he knew your game and he was down to play.

It wasn’t long before the low temperature was forgotten, sweat clinging to your bodies as you tumbled around the clearing floor in search of the perfect way in raising your heart rates and scratching the itch that had been simmering for hours.

The hours spent on the hike to arrive here, the flirtatious banter that Kakashi was far too adept at. It was always too easy to fall into his traps, to fluster at his salacious words as he tells you his favourite parts of the latest Icha Icha book and for your cheeks to ignite when he stood just a little closer than was necessary.

All of that had led to this, the blanket spread out and Kakashi feasting on you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Your taste on his tongue, cheeks and chin spattered in your arousal, making you taste it. His tongue twisted around yours after gliding across the points of your teeth.

“Kashi. Kashi! I’m - oh fuck - I’m…”

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The tent was cold, more than cold. The wind howled, an actual raging storm as you burrowed deeper into your shared sleeping bag.

You found solace and warmth in Kakashi’s form, his breathing was slow and even, and you wondered how he had managed to succumb to sleep.

Then again, the rigorous evening activities might have had something to do with it. Even now your muscles were aching, thighs burning from how long you had straddled his waist and fucked yourself up and down his cock.

A quick nudge pressed a frown upon his face, the silver hair that usually defied gravity in that stupidly attractive way fell across his forehead and his nose crinkled.

You shivered harder, and that was the cue needed to rouse your man from his slumber. Eyes heavy with drowsy sleep blinked, shuffling around and an arm pulling you further against his chest.

“Waz wrong princess?” he slurred into your hair. His nose rubbed into your locks, a leg hooking over your own and it certainly helped to abate the cold that was seizing up your joints.

“S-s-so cold.”

At your chittering words, the grip of your fingers on the thin mesh shirt he had worn to bed and your trembling body, he propped on his elbow and looked at you. Kakashi touched your cheek and hissed at how icy it felt beneath his fingers.

“Jesus, sweetheart, why didn’t you wake me sooner?” he scolded, but there was no real heat behind the words.

You shrugged, feeling foolish for trying to tough it out when you knew that Kakashi would never want to suffer like this. “You looked so peaceful and I thought I’d drift off eventually…”

“Turn over, let me be the big spoon.”

He waited until you were facing away from him, wrapping tightly behind you, an arm around your waist with his hand resting against your chest.

Kakashi’s heat quickly began to sink into your body, chasing the cold away from you with feverish intent. You thought he was going to hook his leg over your thighs as he often did back at home, but you stiffened as his knee slid between your thighs instead.

His hot breath fanned over your neck, lips smearing messy open-mouthed kisses to your pulse point and it made you jerk in his hold. Your butt found the semi he was hiding in his pants, rocking yourself against it and earning a low growl in your ear.

“I know what’ll keep you warm, princess.”

The remnants of sleep lowered his voice, it was an octave deeper and far more sultry, if that were even possible. You bit the inside of your cheek, the wind that continued to rage outside slipping from your mind as fingers dipped into the waistband of your pyjama bottoms.

Kakashi bit at your ear, rolling his hips in leisurely motions as his cock thickened against you. The ache from your muscles was forgotten in the same way as the storm, your need for the man at your back too much to be denied your full attention.

He was your personal hot water bottle and he was more than ready to ensure you were cosy and snug. The hand pressed to your chest lightly groped at your tits, teasing the peaks that stiffened beneath the cotton until he could pinch them and hear you squeal.

His other hand found its way between your legs. Stroking along your bare slit whilst he cooed softly in your ear, “Oh, sweetheart. You don’t feel cold here, should I stop?”

You whimpered at the empty threat, deep down you knew he wouldn’t stop.

Kakashi might be a tease but he was never truly mean and you needed him. Didn’t think you’d need him so soon after the evening spent fucking in every possible position, but here you were.

“No, Kashi. Need you… need you to warm me up.”

“Okay little one, but remember that you asked me for this,” he chuckled whilst pulling his pants down enough to free this heavy cock. 

You wrapped a hand around the thick base, pumping toward the crown that was searingly hot and wet from oozing precum. The sharp intake of breath puffed your chest, along with the groan from the chest that was pressed lovingly to your back.

Cool air caressed your butt as your bottoms were yanked with force down your thighs, just enough to let him sink between your folds. Kakashi rutted his length along your slit, the tip of his cock catching every forward movement against your hood and it was maddening.

The little bud of your clit throbbed, you arched your back and offered your pussy to him on a silver platter. 

It seemed impossible that the stretch to accommodate his fat tip would still ache, the dull pain far overshadowed by how fucking good you felt, but still, you assumed your cunt would be shaped to fit him and only him at this point.

“Ah… that’s it’s princess, taking me so well. Nearly - there!”

With a grunt of exaltation, Kakashi buried himself up to the hilt. Your velvet walls gripped his length, hugged it and clenched good as if begging him never to leave. His arms curled around your upper torso, face nuzzling into your neck as you panted and waited.

After a minute of not moving, you frowned and tried to draw back your hips only to be met by the steel bands of Kakashi’s arms holding you in place.

“Nuh-uh. No moving, you just let me keep you warm all night long. Get some sleep, you’ll need it for the morning.”

He sounded drowsy, feline and you knew he was smirking. You weren’t sure if he was referring to the hike back to the village or something… else.

You gripped down and he hissed through his teeth but remained perfectly still. You were drooling down the sides of his cock, could feel his steady heartbeat through the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft and you ached for the dam of pressure in your belly to be released.

A hearty fire burned in your core, kindling smouldering and stoking the fire until it was a towering inferno. Beads of sweat broke out along your brow and a tiny squeak passed your lips. It made Kakashi’s fingers spasm against your front, but he didn’t wake - lucky bastard.

It took an age to drift into any semblance of sleep, drowsy waves crashing over you and making your eyelids so heavy that you couldn’t keep them open.

One thing for sure, you were no longer cold…

[the-isekai-ninja]

You're the only other person who understands me on this. Kakashi is the type to growl "take it like a good girl" as he has you in a mating press trying to breed you. Like Lord 😌 and because I'm a slut for Instincts! Kakashi, who leans a bit too much into his canine instincts, he can smell when you ovulate and he becomes insatiable. Growling in bed happens as well as biting and leaving hickies.

When he's really head over heels, he'll say things like "your mine. my breeding bitch" but he says that with the utmost of affection.

Idk Hun, I'm just in love with Kakashi

Jdbdjsj I was in such a bad mood but seeing this genuinely brightened it up so thank you 😭

But you're SOOOOOO right. Canine headcanons or not I'm sorry but that man has a BREEDING KINK 📣📣 It's the marking, the ownership, the desire to let people know that someone is HIS.

But GOD do you have to coax it out of him. He's so reserved, not even wanting to share what his hobbies are with his kids, so good LUCK getting Kakashi to admit he's got any kinks at all let alone one that he would otherwise be DEATHLY afraid of actually happening.

But one day he forgets to hold back, you tease him a little too much, ur making him feel too good, whatever it is he forgets and he sinks his teeth into you and bites. HARD. 18+ ONLY Under this I got Carried Away™️. (not spell/grammar checked sorry)

He apologizes, kisses and licks at the mark no matter what your reaction is because he shouldn't have. That's not the person he's presented to you. But his teeth marks stay. Purpling and obvious and you have to wear a turtleneck on missions for the next little while.

He feels awful but he's so turned on by it every time he sees it afterwards. He tries so hard not to let it show but he grazes his hand over where it should be. Growls at the sight of it. Sucks and nips at it when he's fucking into you.

When it finally starts to fade, he looks so sad. Like a puppy having his food taken away. You try and ask him what's wrong but he's so stubborn he brushes it off. But when you're in bed again he can't stop staring at that spot. How easy it would be to bite you again. To mark you as his. He starts to think of other ways he can mark you, and pictures of you with his baby in your belly flash through his head, has him growling again as he thrusts so hard you're genuinely worried he'll bust through the wall.

He bites you again during this, and you finally let him know you enjoy it too. To be marked by Kakashi Hatake. You beg him to mark you, to stake his claim on you. At your words he sucks hickies around your chest, purple and wet and all because of him.

He cums hard that round. Something you make a show of, stuffing as much of it back into your pussy as you can, weakly crying that you want his cum to stay inside you.

Kakashi can't tell if you're an angel or a devil with those words.

He pushes your hand away and fingers you, spreading his cum around your folds and pumping it back inside. "You don't need to beg like that Princess," he teases, watching you squirm as he fucks you, "All you have to do is ask and I'll give you as much as you want."

You have tears in your eyes and you beg him then, beg for him to fuck you full. Fuck you until you smell like him, so that everyone knows who you belong to.

Hearing your permission, Kakashi finally lets loose enough to happily give you what you ask for. He stuffs his cock so deep inside your cunt you swear you can feel him in your throat.

Once Kakashi is finally free to fuel his own desires he'll have you bent over every direction he can think of to reach as far inside you as possible. You mewl for him, cry and beg and plead that he fucks you full of his cum so some of it will always be in you.

He looooves pulling your panties back on and watching his cum spill out and soak the fabric. He'll finger you all night after, just to make sure it's still there. And when it dries in the morning he'll empty out a refill into your poor abused pussy.

He finally FINALLY reveals his breeding kink a few months later when he pulls your legs up against your shoulders and takes a step back to see you presented so perfectly for him in a mating press. Love bites and hickies dot your thighs and legs and hes so caught up in the moment he can't help but breathe out, "You want me to breed you Princess?"

You sob out a "Yes! Finally!" and he slams his cock so deep inside your cunt you almost cum on the spot.

He always takes good care of you but this night is different. He truly fucks you like he means it when he promised to breed you.

You can feel the rumbling resonating from his throat as he makes out with you, a low timber that excites you to no end.

Long and deep thrusts, edging himself closer and closer for what feels like ages as your pussy clamps around his cock, orgasm after orgasm being coaxed from you. Finally he needs to empty himself inside of your waiting cunt and he spills so much cum inside you it leaks out past his cock. He keeps fucking you even after he cums though, needing to make sure it sticks. Desperate to knock you up properly. "You're such a good mate for me Princess." His words are slurred and he's leaving sloppy kisses along your face as he thrusts into you more. You cradle his face and kiss him, thanking him for breeding you. For choosing you as his breeding bitch.

He groans at the name, "That's what you are isn't it. My perfect little breeding bitch. This pussy was made for me to cum into. You'll be such a good mom for my kids…."

Of course the birth control your on is strong enough to prevent that from actually happening, you do start to get worried he'll fuck you hard enough it'll give up on you.

However, the idea of popping out a silver haired baby definitely isn't something you would complain about. After all, the begging and crying you played into was all just to get Kakashi to break out of his shell. You know the books he likes, know exactly how to get him to loosen up. Playing up the submissive role to get him to bend you backwards and mate with you isn't the worst thing you would do for his dick. If Kakashi never finds out you were pulling the threads all along, it wouldn't be the end of the world.

When he finally learns the truth about it a few years, a name exchange, and three kids later though, he doesn't let you get away with it without trying for a fourth.

[brnd3y]

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yall loved “ i am going to fuck him ! ” so im back with another one ! ( NSFW MDNI ) DONT OPEN THE LINKS AROUND PEOPLE PLEASE ! enjoy !

LOUD BRAT ?!

he’s a man who lives for attention when y’all are out in public people recognize him, at the mall ? getting recognized, just walking with you ? he gets recognized . so he damn there a celebrity and man does he love it ! he loves it so much he starts questioning why you don’t act the same way his ‘ fans ’ do. “ you don’t worship me like they do ! ” he whines on his knees as he lays his head on your lap, “i do baby - ” , “ no you don’t ! mmm you dont love me ” he cut you off lifting up his head to look at you “ you don’t worship me like they do ! you don’t even show me attention anymore ! all you do is call me a brat and crybaby ! ” you sigh rubbing your temple in annoyance while trying to explain why you don’t but he never listens. “ you know what … since i don’t worship you and I don't love you the way they do how about you go ask one of your worshippers to help you when you need it ” … later that night you were out at work as you phone buzzed . it was from your boyfriend he sent you a video ... he first sent you a video of him roughly rubbing himself with his pillow. “ b-baby im soorrry .. ” the following video was him fucking fleshlight crying your name. “ i’m sorry im sorry im sorry p-please fo-forgive me ” so pitiful but so cute but he wasn’t done. three minutes after the first two he sent another in this he has on a ball gag and a vibrator pressed against his cock. no words just tears and muffled begging with the message saying ‘ pleease cume home soonn im sorrty😢 ’. “ he cant even type .. how ridiculous... ” AUDIO ! VISUALS !

CHEATER / FRIENDLY TASTE ?!

you drunkenly came onto him without a second thought " you know your boyfriend's here we cant - " he was cut off by your finger on his lip " mmm I doon't careee … " he looked shocked while started kissing and biting on his neck “ c’mmon please ! he’ll neverr know ” those words are what did it . the two of you were undressed with sweat glistening on both of your bodies “ shh we don’t want to your boyfriend to hear us right ? ” it’s started with his fingers on your clit to his fingers deep into your pussy — “ stay with me dear ” the faster his fingers fucked in and out of your cunt, the harder it was to keep your eyes open. “ t’much — noo more p-please ” you placed your hand on his feeling the fast pace. his voice moved through your ear like music “ move your fuckin hand ” your hand was snatched away as you had an overwhelming sense come over . “i w-wanna cum please ” he chuckled “ go on make a mess ” AUDIO ONE , TWO ! VISUALS !

2 MANY ATTACHMENTS ?!

if you had to describe him in one word it would be ‘ WHORE ’ whenever he had time he would take nude pictures or videos and send them to you . did you ask for them ? no , does he care ? boo no he doesn’t . So he sends you two to four attachments every other week and they are never the same . one day he’s whining for you “ please baby im a good boy ! i promise i’ve been such a good boy for youu ” and the next he’s degrading you “ how’s my dumb puppy ? are you missing me ? are you missing the way i fuck you stupid ? i bet you wish i was there touching you — you dumb slut ” . remember how i said the attachments are never the same there are times when he'll send old videos of him fucking the life out of your body — your arms tied up with you legs spread apart as he fucks you with vibrator and other toys. there are also videos of him doing requests you’ve asked him and he would never tell you no. “ im surprised you don’t have a pornhub account ” you cracked the joke “ actually, i do … ” .

AUDIO ! VISUALS ONE, TWO, THREE !

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

been kinda ready to [REDACTED] so... let's think about secretadmirer!kakashi rn...

this isn't spellchecked btw :3

secretadmirer!kakashi who sees you in the market square one day and suddenly feels his throat constrict and his ability to form cogent thoughts leave him entirely...

secretadmirer!kakashi who has to wait until he happens upon you the next day to strike up a conversation, all too beguiled by your beauty to spit any game, but who is quite remiss to be curtly turned away as you continued your way down the street to... wherever...

secretadmirer!kakashi who wracks his brain to figure out just why on this gracious green would you reject him? was he too forward? not forward enough? it couldn't be that you outright disliked him... that would be absurd...

secretadmirer!kakashi who can't negate the spark that sizzles in the root of his heart... don't you feel it too?

secretadmirer!kakashi who leaves a bouquet of hand-picked wildflowers from his favourite valley near Hokage Rock, paired with a neatly inked poem that took him an excrutiating swath of time to conjure up, on you doorstep the next day...

secretadmirer!kakashi who sees you walking on air as you go about the village in the days following and feels a genuine smile tugging at his lips for the first time in a while...

secretadmirer!kakashi who resolves to leave those two little gifts on your doorstep every time he returns from a mission...

secretadmirer!kakashi who talks himself up to physically hand you this bouquet, after months of leaving his heart on your doorstep... but who, when it comes down to it, still can't find it in him to stay to even watch your reaction...

secretadmirer!kakashi who kicks himself when he next returns to the village after a long mission and sees you out on what looks very much like a date with some random jonin...

(he did more than kick himself - but he'd never want you to know about the poor trees caught in the path of his kunai as he visualized the gnarled bark to resemble that stupid guy's stupid face)

secretadmirer!kakashi who skips the flowers and keeps his latest poem for himself - to save you from any conflict with your beau, of course...

secretadmirer!kakashi who spends the entirety of his next mission with a sharp pain in his chest...

...but who is dead chuffed to find out that your relationship had dissolved before he got back to the village, because secretadmirer!kakashi (while empathetic) is exceedingly selfish when it comes to you.

who decides all bets are off, that he really does need to make his move before another nobody comes along to waste your precious time, because secretadmirer!kakashi (though an anxious procrastinator in the most trivial times) knows that you deserve somebody proactive and confident in their admiration.

secretadmirer!kakashi who collects his largest bouquet to date, with only the most flawless flowers that the valley had to offer him, and writes the most gorgeous verse, each word dedicated to you...

secretadmirer!kakashi who gathers up his confidence and strides up to your door - he raises his hand, with every intention of knocking...

secretadmirer!kakashi who swallows thickly and shakes his head, bending to leave the flowers and folded paper on your doorstep, because he is your secret admirer who is scared to death that you would reject his admiration if it weren't a secret...

[pupkashi]

do u guys think kakashi would flirt with you when he’s drunk, cheeks flushed and words slurred as he tries terrible pick up lines on you

“you believe in love at first sight?” he asks, “or should i walk by again?” the incessant giggles that leave his lips having you smiling and shaking your head.

“kashi we’ve been dating for two years,” you smile, watching as he pouts at your statement.

“cant you go along just once!” he whines, strong arms wrapping around your waist as his head nuzzles into your neck, sighing a bit before his eyes flutter shut.

“okay okay,” you sigh, a smile still on your face as you continue, “I’ll go along with it this time, promise.”

his silver bangs cover his eyes slightly, hair messy from whatever competition he had been doing with guy earlier in the night. his eyes light up at your words, walking away from you, only to turn on his heel and walk right back up to you.

“do you have a band-aid? ‘cause i think i just fell for you,” he smiles, giddy as you flush slightly, a grin tugging at your lips as he stares back at you, eyes lingering on your lips a bit longer than usual.

“we’ll i wouldn’t want that scrape to get infected, maybe i should clean it up for you,” you purr, your hand finding it’s way to his t shirt collar as you tug him closer to you, “what do you say we go take care of that, hm?”

kakashi sputters out a half ‘yes’ and a half ‘please,’ cheeks burning and heart jumping out his chest as he watches you get on your tippy toes and place a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“how was that for playing along,” you tease, laughing as he stumbles back and clears his throat a bit.

“we should get home it’s late and i need to get home,” he stutters out, “home with you,” he mumbles, walking backwards and saying a chaste goodbye to his friends, before rushing back over to you and tugging you out of the bar.

“we’ll aren’t you in a rush to get home” you laugh, his arm is slung over your shoulders under the guise of ‘keeping you warm and close to him,’ but you know better.

you can tell from the stumble in his steps and the way he’s swaying with cold wind he’s much drunker than he was letting on in the bar. giggling at your every word, you’re not sure if the flush of his cheeks is the alcohol, the chilly breeze hitting them, or your shower of compliments.

kakashi doesn’t care how silly he looks, admiring how utterly beautiful you look as you help him up the stairs, how funny you are when you’re re-teaching him how to brush his teeth and helping him into bed after untangling him from his clothes.

the world is spinning when his head finally hits his pillow, sighing happily when he feels the bed dip under your weight, already scooting closer to you.

“can we cuddle?” he whispers, eyes closed as he whispers. he doesn’t see the softest smile on your lips or the shining look of love in your eyes as you stare at the silver haired jonin.

“‘course we can kashi,” you whisper back, pulling him close to you and holding him tightly, kissing his forehead before closing your eyes.

kakashi woke up extremely hungover the next day, head throbbing and sunshine way too bright for his liking.

“good morning lover boy,” you giggle, aspirin in hand alongside a cup of water, “made us some breakfast, hopefully it’ll help with the headache I’m sure you’ve got.”

kakashi doesn’t say much of anything, eyes still half closed as he takes the medicine from you, mumbling what you can only assume is a ‘thank you,’ before he’s laying back down, blanket over his head.

a/n: GODDDD I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR MY LOVER IN SO LONG I MISSED HIM !!! I YEARNED FOR HIM !!!!! he’s so my everything i love him i love him i love him <333

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[dreamingofaizawa]

Pretty Young Thing

Retired!Older! Kakashi Hatake x AFAB!Kunoichi! Reader

***This piece is rated M for MATURE. 18+ entry only***

Warnings: Age gap (like 20+ years dude fr it's a GAP), longing, Kakashi being smitten, Kakashi being awkward and emotionally constipated, penetrative sex (p in v), fingering, cum eating, pussy slapping, creampies (wrap it before you tap it, people), squirting, overstimulation, VERY BRIEF dd/lg dynamic (I COULDN'T RESIST I'M SORRY)

Word Count: 4.5k

Author's Note: So. This was SUPPOSED to be a short drabble about Kakashi getting older and retiring and being interested in a cute, young, you. However, I couldn't stop my brain from braining and my hands from typing. It was gonna be less than 500 words. I don't know WHAT possessed me, but here I am.

ENJOY~

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He's been forced into retirement. At least, that's what he tells everyone for the first few years, unable to fight the urge to get out in the field at every opportunity and being shot down. He sticks around the academy, and they allow him to still teach and help the next generation of ninja grow into well-rounded shinobi, for two reasons: he's an incredibly skilled and talented ninja that can pass on all of his skills, and he goes absolutely stir crazy trying to find something to do with his life after finishing Icha Icha.

Truthfully, he'd finished the series within the first 48 hours of his retirement, then re-read the damn series twice over before he finally got sick of it all. He couldn't take the lack of, well, anything.

Throughout his life he's fought countless battles, lost loved ones, and even the war took its toll on his body and his mind. But he misses it. Misses the action, misses the rush and the thrill. He's restless. His fingers twitch when he's sitting for too long, his legs bouncing and tapping on the floor when he's stood still in the kitchen waiting for a meal to finish on the stove. Even cooking can't seem to keep him occupied enough.

But he manages, eventually. Runs and works out in almost all of his free time, waking up at the crack of dawn to train himself for nothing every morning. Cooks every single meal and even bakes more desserts than he could possibly eat in his lifetime, brings all of his extra cupcakes and pies to his students when he finally has a new class. Not a team, no, he's been relegated to indoor classroom settings only. Nothing that could get him out in the field. And he tries to read new books. Nothing really catches his eye though, not enough to gerner his attention like he needs it to.

But then you show up.

You, a pretty young thing that's moved from the Hidden Mist village to come teach the young about your own village's history. It's part of the new initiative Naruto put in, once he'd finally reached his dream of becoming Hokage and got the village back in order. You're part of a group of eight shinobi, two from each major village, who were assigned to Konoha to begin a sort of fusion between the villages. Eight of the leaf's shinobi were sent out to the other villages as well.

He'd only managed to notice you while he was dropping off some of those extra desserts he'd made to occupy his time. You caught his eye like sunlight through stained glass, displaying to the students a few water-style jutsu that the Mist had perfected long ago and passed down through generations. He was mesmerized. You moved like the tides, body fluid like water, graceful and powerful. Clearly you'd mastered these techniques on an entirely different level, the motions so fluent you could probably do them in your sleep.

That's all it took for him to latch onto you. He's infatuated, really. After watching the demonstration, he actually offers you and your students the lemon-raspberry cookies he'd made last night. He talked with you for what must have been hours after that, all your classes having finished for the day and you strolled through Konoha. It was your first day, you'd said, and you were still trying to figure out the layout of the village.

"It's a lot bigger than the Mist. I didn't know what to expect if I'm being honest. I got here yesterday afternoon, and got lost on the way to school this morning." You laugh then, and he finds himself laughing with you. He offers to give you an escort whenever you find yourself needing one, offers to show you all the good food and the prettiest spots to laze in the sun.

It's about three months in that he finds himself actively looking for you during his morning run through the village. Not around the village, not anymore, ever since you'd moved here. He changed his entire running route to be able to spot you if you'd gotten lost, and then detoured to get you back on the path to school. Hell, he even walks you all the way to the front door of your classroom.

It takes him far too long to admit to himself that he's developing romantic feelings for you.

And he's a little ashamed about the whole thing.

He knows he's getting older, mid-late forties, dangerously close to fifty but he won't admit that to anyone if they ask. If his hair weren't already white, it'd be noticeably graying. His body's gotten just a little softer with age, but he stays as active as he can. He won't deny he's no spring chicken.

But you're young, maybe a little over half his age, can't be older than thirty. It's...strange. You're younger than any of Team 7, who he considers his children, but somehow you've circumvented that entirely. Maybe it's because he hadn't watched you grow up, maybe it's because you seem so accomplished and put-together, maybe it's because he still feels like he's a younger man than he is. But it's strange.

It's strange, and he feels a little guilty, especially when he's all alone late at night and his mind wanders a little too far back to Icha Icha. Especially when he's tenting his boxers and rubbing one out to ease the tension and suddenly all he can see in his mind is you. Especially when the post-nut clarity hits him like a truck, because he knows what people say and think about an age gap that large.

"When have you ever cared about what other people think, Kakashi?" Yamato tilts his head, pulling the emptying bottle of sake from his white-haired friend's hands.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Besides, if it helps at all, here's what I think. I think you're both fully grown adults, and as long as she actually wants to be in a relationship and you don't force her hand, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it." Kakashi's head hits the back of the cracked leather seat of the booth, a short sigh escaping him. Yamato is right.

And then he's yearning for you. Looking for your face everywhere, seeking you out whenever he finds another class to teach, visiting you after you finish your classes to drop off another tray of sweets. He's walked you home more times than he can count now, and he's watched your eyes light up as the sun sets behind the treeline and paints the sky in brilliant orange and pink hues. You'd never seen such beautiful sunsets. You say the Hidden Mist is always cloudy or shrouded in a thick fog, so the sky is always gray unless the sun is at its peak and can shine down enough to break through the mist.

He loves watching you watch the sun set. He loves watching you teach the kids. He loves watching you perform jutsu he's never seen before. He loves walking you to class every morning even though you already know your way around the village by now. He loves being in your presence, and hearing your voice, and seeing you smile and hearing you laugh at all his stupid jokes.

He's so far gone. The worst part is that he won't do anything about it. Because there's no way a pretty, young thing like you could be any kind of interested in someone like him. Aged, retired, his lease on life far from new. Not a chance you'd even consider him a suitor in any fashion.

Right?

"Hey, Kakashi?" He hums in response, walking alongside you as you two take a stroll after school. It's a route you two take often, after he'd shown you the best spots to watch the sky at sunset.

"You go running every morning, don't you? To keep in shape?" Another hum, but this time he's looking at you and your strangely mischievous expression. To your credit, you're trying your absolute hardest to keep your face neutral as you plan out your next moves.

"Why do you ask?" You shrug, but it's far from nonchalant. It's forced, as if you needed to pretend to be indifferent. You're scheming.

"Oh, no reason."

"Right." He doesn't believe you. Even as you lapse into silence for a few minutes, he can see the way your entire body is coiled, ready to take off like a spooked rabbit. But you're not afraid, no, you're excited about something. Then, you stop in your tracks, and face him head-on. His head tilts, and you reach out with one hand, your entire palm laying flat on his chest where his heart beats entirely too fast for the pace you'd been walking at. And your smile. It's so sweet, so innocent, and the little giggle that slips out makes his head light.

"Tag, you're it!" Then you're gone. He blinks, and you've vanished, having initiated a game he hasn't played in years. He can see you, still, where you're watching from a tree branch nearby. You wait to see if he'll chase, see if he's actually feeling up to this little game. His head snaps over to you and you wave over at him, wiggling your fingers. His heart races in his chest, his fingers trembling, his feet stepping toward the treeline.

He's excited. His body moves before his mind can really make the executive decision, and he's standing beside you on your branch. But only briefly, and you're gone again before he can reach out and tag you. His vision narrows, watching you as you slip away from him once he gives chase. It's exhilarating, stimulating his years of trained reflexes and triggering his muscle memory like nothing in the classroom or proctoring chunin exams could ever do. He doesn't even realize where the two of you end up when you finally stop and let his hand come down on your shoulder.

You giggle again, and it makes him freeze, his chest heaving and nerves buzzing. But he doesn't move to run after tagging you.

"You've still got it, old man." It's...are you...teasing him? Yes, he realizes, you are. Because you turn around and face him and lay your palm over his heart again with the sweetest little grin.

"Care to come inside?" He swallows around the lump in his throat, blinking down at you as you chew at your bottom lip. Cute. He can't speak, so he nods, and then his heart leaps into his throat when you laugh and slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers together to pull him into your apartment which he's only just now realized you'd stopped in front of.

"Don't be so nervous, Kakashi. I promise I'll be good and give your poor heart a break." That is an extremely dangerous thing for you to say at the moment, his restraint suddenly wearing thinner than rice paper. It makes him stop once you've dragged him inside, his head spinning suddenly with all the depraved thoughts running through his mind. And you, sweet thing you are, look confused and almost concerned as you look back at him, look up at him, where he's stuck in your entryway.

"Are you alright?" You reach up to place the back of your hand on his forehead, but he flinches away and grabs your wrist in his own large hand.

"Kakashi?" His breathing is shallow, his heart still going a mile a minute, his fingers tightening around your wrist. He can feel your own pulse, and he swears it's nearly as fast as his.

"Just give me a second, sweetheart. I'm trying to be a gentleman." The worry drops off your face like a dead weight. He can just barely see the corner of your mouth tug into a wicked smile.

"Maybe I don't want you to be a gentleman." Those eyes snap to yours in an instant, and...is that lust decorating your features? There's no way...

You're stepping toward him, and he steps back, releasing your wrist as you back him against the door.

"Maybe I want you to get naked in my bed." The words have him sweating. He chuckles, a nervous sound really.

"I thought you were going to give my heart a break." You hum, lean into his space and rest both palms on his chest, fingers spreading just to feel him. You sigh dramatically, turning back into your home and striding away with an extra sway to your hips. Pure temptation is what you are.

"I guess, being as old as you are you need a break huh? That poor ticker of yours is gonna give out if you're not careful." The way you eye him as you walk away has a tent forming in his pants. Fuck. You're right, his heart's gonna explode but it's not going to be from old age. He steps toward you, following you like a damn puppy, all the way to your bedroom where you turn and face him once again, a devious smile on your pretty lips.

"If I haven't made myself clear enough, Kakashi, here's another hint." He can't shut his eyes when you begin to undress in front of him. He wants so badly to give you privacy, to be a damn gentleman like he said. You're making that impossible. You're naked, completely bared to him and his gaze, dressed in nothing but pure sin. He doesn't back away when you approach him this time.

"You're a smart man, Kakashi. You've got all the information you need in that handsome head of yours. The question is: will you use that information to your advantage tonight?" He swallows, heat crawling over his skin the closer you get. Your naked breasts are pressing into his shirt and his fingers are itching to touch you.

"I don't want to take advantage of anything. Especially you." The admission makes you smile as you reach over and grasp his hands, tugging them and laying them on your very naked hips.

"Honestly, it feels like I'm the one taking advantage of you, with how little you're reacting to all of this." Thick fingers twitch, digging into your skin, and you loop your arms around his neck. He's going to die, and he won't even be mad about it.

Then he feels it, the slight tremor in your fingertips where they graze the hairs at his nape. There's the tiniest shake to your legs, the slightest pinch in your brows. Your bottom lip is being chewed once again, your jaw trembling. You're nervous. You're nervous like he is, waiting for him to reciprocate any of what you're giving him. Fuck. He's done for.

The little gasp you let out when he grasps your hips and twists, pinning you to the wall, fuels all of his movements. He's gained a new confidence.

"You're so pretty. Fuck, I can't believe this is real." You gasp again as he yanks his mask down and buries his face in your neck, licking up your pulsepoint and sucking a bruise into your skin.

"Fucking finally. You don't even know how long I've been dying to get you in here, Kakashi." He groans into you as you claw at his clothes, disrobing him as much as you can from where you're stuck beneath his palms.

"Oh yeah? You been thinking about me, pretty girl?" You nod, whine, unbutton his shirt and tug it down his shoulders. When he pulls back to look at you, you practically drool. He's still fit, sure, but there's a softness to him that you find irresistable. The layer of fat makes his gut pudge just a bit, and his arms are still bulging muscle but they're softened by time. He's bigger than you'd expected, wider and stronger and beefier.

"I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name." He almost cums in his pants, like a goddamn teenage virgin. All reservations are thrown promptly out the nearest window, his lips on yours in an instant. His hands are all over you, toying with your nipples and squeezing the flesh of your ass. Yours are in his hair, and he lifts you with ease only to drop you onto the bed. You whine when your bodies part, but then you watch him yank his belt off in record time and drop both his trousers and boxers to the floor.

He watches as your pupils dilate and black swallows up your irises.

What a fucking ego boost, huh?

You're about to crawl toward him, you desperately want to feel him in your throat, want to claw at his thighs and feel his fingers tug roughly at your hair as you suck him dry. Instead he crawls over you and pins you to the bed with one hand at your throat.

"Oh no, not tonight baby. I won't last." He kisses your pout away, then sucks more marks into your throat as he reaches down between your legs with thick fingers. The moan you let out has his hips jerking forward, one finger slipping effortlessly into your slick heat. You're absolutely drenched. You whine again, rocking your hips into his hand.

"Don't tease, 'Kashi. Please." Well when you beg so nicely, how could he refuse? A second finger is added, then a third, and when he curls them up and uses his thumb to rub circles into your swollen clit, your whole body arches off the sheets as your breath is nearly punched from your lungs. It doesn't take long at all before you're cumming all over his fingers, soaking his hand and your bed.

"Fuck, do that again, pretty thing." Legs shaking, chest heaving as you gasp for air, skin dewy with sweat from the quickest orgasm of your life. He's already moving, yanking you to the edge of the bed, ignoring your yelp completely as he kneels before you. You whine when you realize the position he's in.

"No fair." He chuckles, and you jolt, his breath hot over your still sensitive pussy.

"Sorry, sweetness. I can't help myself. Be a good girl and cum on my tongue." Then he's eating you out like you're his last meal. His nose nudges your clit with every movement, his deep moans vibrate through your body, and when his fingers find your clit again to give it some much-needed attention, you're falling apart again. Just like he asked. He can see everything from this angle, the way your thighs twitch as they clamp around his head, the way your stomach clenches so tight as you cum, the way your neck is completely exposed as your back arches beautifully off the bed. Sweat glistens over your skin, your hands clawing at his hair and the sheets beside your head.

He's too close to cumming.

Satisfied that you're wiped out, he crawls back over you and swipes a few stray strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. You're still trembling, two quick orgasms in a row making you feel like an exposed nerve ending.

"You okay, baby?" It takes you a second to refocus, but when you do you're beaming.

"Yeah, I'm great. Still want you to fuck me, though." He groans.

"You can't say things like that, love. I'll burst before I get near you." You chuckle, lay your head to the side.

"That's hot. Let me guess, you'll have to use a little blue pill to recover after that?" You damn minx. There's a little shriek that escapes you when he flips you over and yanks your hips up, pinning your face to the bed with one hand in your hair as he hunches over you.

"Careful, little girl, teasing me is dangerous. Wouldn't want to break you so soon." Desperate is how he'd describe your responding moan. With his dick pressed up against your cunt, he feels the way it clenches.

"Break me." Fuck. Fuck. In one hard thrust he's buried deep in your heat, your cunt gripping tight around him for dear life as you moan. He's not small, and the stretch has your eyes rolling back in your head, has your toes curling and your spine coiling tight.

He refuses to cum before you do. He's got an iron will, he refuses to cum early.

You're gasping as his hips slam into the fat of your ass, all the strength he possesses powering every thrust, hands bruising your hips as they claw into your skin like anything less would rip you away from him. He can see your face reddening. You've been fucked so dumb you forgot to breathe, and somehow that makes his cock throb inside you. He stills, curling over your back and burying himself so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Your eyes roll back into your skull almost painfully as he brushes your hair from your face, leaves a sweet little kiss on your cheek.

"Breathe, sweetheart. Can't have you passing out on me yet." Your gasp is shuddering, lungs barely inflating with the hiccupping breaths you take.

"There you go. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Then you're gone. He can feel you clench around his cock, feel your entire body go stiff and tremble as you cum. It's not a full orgasm, but it's intense, and you've been tipped right over the edge by the praise he'd whispered into your ear.

You're gone, and then he's gone.

He thrusts twice before letting go, filling you up with so much cum it leaks from between your legs and trails down the insides of your thighs in thick rivulets. You're still shaking as he pulls out of you and flips you over, petting your body as you come back down. Tears had fallen at some point, streaking your skin.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Your legs are trembling as you let them fall apart, exposing yourself to him again. The sight of you, absolutely ruined, his cum leaking from your cunt, has his cock painfully jumping to life again, just barely.

"Feel good. So good." Then, being the little temptress you are, you reach down between your legs and finger his cum back into you, moaning and jolting at the sensitivity. Then you bring your fingers to your lips and suck both your juices off the digits, not breaking eye contact with him.

"It's incredible how you can still want more after that." You whine, but smile.

"Of course I want more. I always want more of you. But you don't have to give me any more if you're not feeling up to it." He hums, low and throaty. It sends a very visible shiver up your spine.

"I didn't say that, baby." Effortlessly, he scoops you up and sits up against the headboard, tucking you into his lap with your legs spread over his. One of his massive arms bars over yours, pinning you against his chest while the other hand reaches down and begins toying with your clit. You jolt, still sensitive, squirming to try to get away from his deft fingers.

"What happened to always wanting more?" It's a tease to finally get back at you. It's his turn now, to fluster you and pull you apart. When you don't stop squirming and whining, his palm pulls away and comes back down, a swift smack catching your clit and you squeal.

"Stay still, baby girl. I'm only giving you what you wanted. Greedy little thing you are, don't back out on me now." You sob, your breathing hiccupped and quick while he rubs slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive bud, and you shake your head.

"Not backing out. Feels good, daddy." His hips buck, his moan is loud in your ear, guttural and wrecked. He didn't even think he'd like that kind of thing, but you. Damn it all. He smacks your pussy again, just a little harder, and your moans are matching his as your body recoils and arches as far off of his as you can manage beneath his brute strength. Another smack, another moan, you're shaking again. He's hard again. Harder than he's been in a long time, the throb in his dick constant and needy. He lifts your hips and lines up with you, then sinks you down on his length. You're crying, his dick curving up into your g-spot so well and his fingers toying with your clit making you dizzy.

"Come on, babygirl. Come on daddy's cock again, be good for me." He smacks your clit again, and he can feel every clench and flutter of your cunt around him. You're so close. He brings his hand down again, targeting your poor, swollen clit, his other hand dropping to press into the pouch of your stomach where he can feel his own dick through your belly, and that's all it takes for you to fall apart all over again. But this time, you're screaming, your body thrashing so hard he's having a hard time keeping you against his chest, and warm liquid sprays over his thighs and pools down over his balls. It all has him coming undone as well, a single low grunt before he's shoving his dick deep inside you and emptying whatever he's got left.

Then you're both boneless, panting, sweaty messes on your bed. It takes a long time for either of you to move, the sweat cooling over your bodies and making you both sticky. He thinks maybe you've fallen asleep, but is proven wrong when you whimper as you shift, his soft cock slipping from your cunt and making him hiss from the sensitivity. You roll over, off of him, and lay your head on his chest. Your laugh is light, but riddles with exhaustion.

"I think I almost died there, Kakashi." He snorts out a laugh, tugging you close.

"Glad I can make you feel good. You don't regret any of this?" It's adorable, how you tilt your head in confusion, lift yourself to hover above him.

"Why would I?" He shuts his eyes for the admission.

"I'm not exactly young, sweetheart. A lot of people would say I'm too old for you." You scoff, press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Like I give a damn what they think. I'm old enough to know what I want, and I'm also old enough to make my own decisions." One eye peeks open, staring up at you with more than a little hesitation. You only roll your eyes.

"If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have stripped naked in front of you in my own bedroom. Come on, I thought you were smarter than this Kakashi. Isn't old age supposed to come with wisdom?" He groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"Enough with the damn old jokes. It makes me feel..."

"Old?" He deadpans, you laugh.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop. For now." His sigh is heavy, but you know he loves the teasing. You lean down once again to give him a peck on the lips, then pry yourself from his grasp and yank him to stand with you.

"Come on, we gotta shower and I gotta change the sheets." His hum is amused as he looks back at the mess you made, then back at you as you drag him toward what he assumes is the bathroom.

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POV: wishing this happened between you.

You sat curled up into his couch as you tried to watch the movie but you couldn’t help but to slowly look over to him and study his gorgous face. He was so dreamy, you felt like you were melting when he looked into your eyes.

Everything he said to you was so charming it made your heart swoon, when he called you pretty your heart sang, when he called you babe your heart melted.

He slowly looked over to you and for a moment you locked eyes, you could feel your heart melt when he smiled.. the smile you wanted to be able to see everyday, your cheeks burned as you quickly looked back at the movie smiling, hiding it behind your hand, feeling your heart burn.

You could feel your heartbeat loud in your chest, you slowly exhaled as you sat closer to him. You looked up into his beautiful eyes and melted, he slowly cupped your cheek, stroked it slowly.

His dreamy eyes were staring back at you, you wanted to just tell him please let me see you smile everyday. You felt overwhelmed and overjoyed at the feeling of him being here next to you, so close to you that you could smell his perfume. You swear you could actually cry, you want him so badly..

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"I find you exasperating."

You go out of your way to step on a particularly dry looking leaf along the path—stained a deep, golden colour and curling at the edges where it rests waiting for the weight of your foot—just to hear the way it crunches beneath the sole of your shoe. At your side, Kakashi's attention is still on the book in his hand, the pages spread open only with his thumb and pinkie finger while the other three support the cracked spine. He doesn't spare you a glance, but he does deign to respond with a curious little hum.

"That's an awfully big word."

The lazy way he says it is enough to irritate you, but his condescending words are almost too much for you to bear. You stop in your tracks, fists curled tightly at your sides, and the white haired young man doesn't so much as slow in recognition of it.

It's fall in Konoha, and while the days are still warm and bright, the breeze that whisks through the village's winding streets is cool. The annoyance you feel prickling under your skin is enough to insulate you from the chill. To numb you to its bite.

You swoop down, dragging your hand lightly along the path to retrieve a handful of small, smooth stones—no larger than the tips of your fingers. Without a moment's contemplation, you launch one at the back of Kakashi's head, and watch as it bounces off dully.

He keeps walking.

"Irksome."

Another pebble hits the ground after ricocheting off the back of his headband.

"Vexatious."

The next makes contact with his right shoulderblade.

"Antagonistic."

He catches this one—just like he could have caught any of the previous three—without even turning around to watch you throw it. His hand, the one not holding his book, shoots up to protect his ear before the pebble can make contact. He holds it pinched between his thumb and forefinger for a moment, still leisurely walking away from you, before he flicks it to the ground.

"You're being so childish today," Kakashi calls back over his shoulder. "Are you sure I'm the antagonist here?"

You hear it then, the smile in his voice, and even though it would only serve to legitimize his accusation it almost makes you stomp your foot petulantly.

"Kakashi!"

Finally, he turns to face you, and even though his mask conceals most of his expression, you can tell it's hiding a grin beneath it. He tilts his head to the side, as though waiting for you to continue.

"How many times have you read that stupid book?"

The familiar novel is closed now, and his page marked, though you're not entirely certain when he did either of those things. He glances at the paperback, as though considering it carefully.

"How many times am I allowed to admit to before you call me a pervert?" he asks.

"You are a pervert," you answer, immediate and sure, while slowly walking towards him to close the gap he put between the two of you. "And you would be even if you were illiterate."

"That's not very nice of you to say," he says, tipping his head back and sighing profoundly as though your insult caused him great pain.

"It's the truth, though."

Kakashi peeks down at you from the corner of his eye as you stand by his side. Without thinking, you reach out and grab the sleeve of his jacket, averting your gaze.

It's quiet for a moment. Just the two of you, the fall breeze, the scattered pebbles, and that atrocious romance book.

"You've been gone for a month," your voice is quiet when you finally speak again. So soft it risks being carried away with the wind.

Kakashi didn't even tell you he was leaving before he was sent off on this last mission; you had to find out from another shinobi the next morning, and all they could tell you was he was gone and they weren't sure when he'd be back.

This isn't unusual with Kakashi. It's happened more times than you care to count. Missions that force him to leave the village at short notice are unavoidable—assignments like that to be expected for any shinobi, but particularly for one of Kakashi's rank.

It doesn't make it any easier.

You've thought about bringing this up to him before. Thought about asking him to tell you when these sorts of things come up. Thought about explaining to him how awful it feels to be the last to know. Thought about telling him what those long days apart feel like in this village without him.

But you don't.

Part of it is pride, you think. You're too stubborn to be the one to show your hand like that. To be vulnerable in front of him in such a mortifying, humbling way. Somehow the mere idea of making any of those admissions seems more embarrassing than trailing along behind him tossing rocks at the back of his head.

Another part is fear. You don't want to be the one to speak this thing between the two of you into existence. To give it shape. To breathe life into it by giving it a name. You and Kakashi have always lived in intentional ambiguity. A certain uncertainty. You're not quite friends, you're not quite lovers, you're not quite anything at all.

You're just the one who's left waiting for him to come home.

And then there's the last part—the biggest part—that holds you back. The part you don't quite know how to explain. The part that tells you to bear the pain of missing him, to swallow down your longing, for his sake if not your own. The last thing Kakashi needs is the burden of knowing his duty makes you ache while he's away. That his absence keeps you awake at night. He's got enough he needs to shoulder without you adding to the weight, and this is the least you can do to try and help him carry it.

You let his sleeve slip from your grasp.

"Sorry," you mutter under your breath, shaking yourself from your momentary stupor.

"Are you acting out because I haven't given you enough attention?" Kakashi asks, only his voice is different now than it was a moment prior. Sincere in a way that upsets you more than when he's being intentionally annoying.

You finally bring yourself to look at him, but only to shoot him a narrow-eyed glare.

His own gaze is disarmingly soft when you meet it. Unexpectedly tender. Perceptive in ways you usually choose to overlook.

So much so, in fact, that you're too stunned to even flinch when he taps his book against your forehead.

"Ok, ok," he says with a shrug, spinning on his heel and continuing on down the path at an idle pace, leaving you dumbfounded in his wake. "If you wanted to borrow it, you could've just asked!"