top itachi moments in my naruto rewatch so far:
crucifying kakashi in a genjutsu
knocking on naruto’s hotel door before attempting to kidnap him
telling sasuke that he can never be a hater nor be strong enough to kill him
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Lovemaking Afternoon
warning: smut. pure smut. nothing kinky though.
His chest brushed against your back with each pump of his hips, moaning in your ear and letting his jaw go slack and fall open. Hot breath ran down your neck as goosebumps erupted on your sweat-slicked skin, a shiver running down your spine and shooting sparks of pure electricity into your bullied cunt.
"Fuck, baby, you're drippin'," He drawled in your ear, as if in awe of the puddle of slick beneath your hips, making the sheets uncomfortably wet and sticky but he only saw it as something cute. You could be almost as messy as he was sometimes.
His voice was always a bit deeper in the morning, but a few rounds of mid-day sex could get his tone lower than ever, chest rumbling against your back as he grunted out his awe-filled praises.
"Please, honey. Cum again, won't you?" He was begging, really. He just couldn't help it, couldn't care less if he sounded desperate or whiney or whatever the hell you'd tease him for later— if he didn't feel you clench around his cock and gush in the next few seconds, he thought he'd go crazy.
His hand was a clumsy as it pressed itself against your front, palm against your abdomen and knuckles pressed to the sheets of the bed while he snaked his way down you the space between your hips, fumbling with the front of your sex before pressing his fingers against your clit. The bud was small and easily breakable in his fingers, but he had done this enough that his touch was on autopilot, so easily circling his digit around the nub and pressing on it with his middle finger.
"Please, I- ahhhhh," He moaned, pressing his face between your shoulder blades as he felt that familiar splash of liquid against his balls when you came, cock twitching as it spurted his load so hard in your womb it was a wonder it didn't come out your nose.
"Ah, ah, ba-aby," He couldn't think, let alone talk. Not with such a perfect pussy squeezing him tighter than he thought possible, hips bucking and twitching urgently into your ass. He didn't care that drool was spilling down the corners of his lips, or that he looked rather pathetic with his eyes rolling back in his skull. "Good, so good, please- please."
You'd think he was done by the way he panted like a marathon runner, but oh no. He just needed a second to catch the breath you had stolen from him, then he'd be right back to it.
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A truly rare sight was that of Kakashi lying on his stomach, shirtless, early sunlight pouring onto his back in soft, moving blobs that reminded of a mosaic on the wall of an ancient shrine.
Technically it's an illustration for my kakaobi drabble The Ropewalker, but you can enjoy it separately :D
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In honour of Kakashi's birthday, here are his top five most relatable characteristics:
Everything goes downhill after the age of 26
Hyperfixates on one book series for years; extremely embarrassed to have to acknowledge its contents in front of other people
Loves wearing a mask in public; does not wish to be perceived
Profound homoerotic energy in all friendships
Hates being told what to do (eventually becomes the President to circumvent this)
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