getting drunk with tsunade and jiraiya ends up with them arguing between your legs ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
cw: mdni, threesome, oral sex, age gap, power imbalance, dubcon (they all drunk af), you lowk pass out from pleasure
Drinking with them felt wrong. Oh, but they invited you! Still, it felt like an intrusion. Lady Tsunade and Jiraiya were really close, you could tell from the way they talked to each other, how they knew what the other preferred… They practically know everything about each other and that made you feel like an outsider even if they insisted that you weren’t.
And if that wasn’t enough, they were older than you, enough to make some people uncomfortable. They were your superiors too, Tsunade at least, you never really knew what Jiraiya is about. But, gosh, Tsunade was the Hokage, and you were staring at her tits! She had her arm looped around your shoulders, hand threatening to go lower as she sipped on her glass of straight alcohol.
You tried to play it cool, taking another sip of your own drink to hide the flush creeping up your cheeks. The sake was hitting harder now, warming everything from your belly outward. Jiraiya leaned in from your other side, his big shoulder bumping yours on purpose. His white hair was a little messy from running his hand through it, and that signature grin of his looked way too knowing.
“So, kid,” he drawled, “ are you always this shy when the drinks start flowing? Or is it just us making you nervous?” His hand landed on your knee, giving it a squeeze that lingered a second too long.
Tsunade laughed, she was definitely drunker than you, her cheeks pink and her eyes half-lidded as she pressed closer. Her massive chest brushed against your arm, soft and warm even through her top.
“Leave her alone, pervert. Can’t you see she’s enjoying the view?” Then, without missing a beat, she tilted her head and let her gaze drop right to your chest. “Though I gotta say, those tits of yours look fantastic. Perky and full. Bet they feel even better.”
Heat shot straight through you. You swallowed hard, but the words came out before you could stop them. “That’s a nice compliment coming from you, Lady Tsunade. Yours are... legendary.”
Jiraiya barked out a laugh, scooting even nearer until his thigh was flush against yours. “Hah! Hear that, Tsunade? The girl’s got good taste.”
His fingers traced lazy circles on your knee, inching higher up your leg. Tsunade’s hand finally slipped lower, resting just above your hip, her thumb stroking the side of your waist. You felt very hot, your panties getting wetter from all the attention.
“You know,” Tsunade whispered, her breath warm against your ear, “I like how you look all pretty between us.” She nipped at your earlobe lightly, making you shiver. “Bet you've got all kinds of secrets under that outfit. Care to share with your Hokage?”
“L-Lady Tsunade…”
Jiraiya’s hand moved bolder now, sliding up your thigh as he leaned in to whisper on your other side. “We can show you a really good time, y’know. We’re not feeling very professional tonight." His fingers brushed the inside of your leg, so close it made your breath catch.
Tsunade’s arm tightened around you, pulling you against her curves while Jiraiya’s touch kept exploring higher.
Jiraiya laughed, shoving his shoulder against hers as he tried to nudge her out of the way. His hand slid up your other thigh, fingers brushing teasingly close to your entrance but not quite touching. “Like hell, Tsunade. I’ve been dreaming about burying my face in a sweet pussy like this for years.”
“Why would I care about that?” She says, shoving her shoulder back against his.
They kept arguing right there between your legs, their hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, making you squirm and leak even more. Tsunade pushed Jiraiya’s face back with her palm, leaning down so close her lips almost brushed your clit. “She’s mine first, she won’t need your dick after I’m done with her.”
“No one’s talking about dicks, Tsunade.” He rolls his eyes dramatically. “I’m gonna suck on that puffy clit until she’s begging for more.”
“More of me, obviously,” she adds right away.
You could barely think straight, your body throbbing with need while they bickered like competitive idiots, both so eager to be the first one to taste you. Their hands kept roaming over your naked body, squeezing your tits and stroking your hips as they fought for position. It was so hot watching them argue over who got to eat your wet pussy first.
But you were getting tired and needy.
“Enough already!” you snapped, voice coming out sharper and a little angry from all the frustration. You pushed up on your elbows, glaring down at both of them between your spread legs. “Just eat me out at the same time, gosh! Stop fighting and do it together before I lose my mind!”
Tsunade and Jiraiya both paused, then grinned, you just gave them the best idea ever. “Greedy girl,” Jiraiya chuckled.
Tsunade dove in first, her warm tongue dragging flat and rough right up your soaked slit, licking up all your juices while Jiraiya attacked from the side, sucking your swollen clit into his mouth hard. The feeling hit you like lightning, two mouths on your pussy at once.. Tsunade pushed her tongue deep inside you, fucking you with it in messy strokes while Jiraiya flicked and sucked on your clit.
You cried out, hips bucking wildly, but they held you down. Tsunade’s strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading you even wider as she ate you out sloppily, moaning into your pussy like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Jiraiya was rougher than you expected, his beard scratching your sensitive skin while he sucked harder, occasionally letting his tongue join hers to lap at your entrance together.
It was too much. Way too good. Their tongues slid against each other and against your folds, wet sounds filling the room as they devoured you. Pleasure crashed through you in huge waves, making your legs shake uncontrollably. You regretted it almost immediately.
“Wait— oh fuck, it’s too much!” you gasped, but they didn’t slow down.
Tsunade growled against your pussy and shoved her tongue deeper, curling it just right while Jiraiya sucked your clit faster, one of his fingers pushing inside you alongside her tongue. The stretch, the heat, the way they worked together had you screaming. Your orgasm hit so hard your vision went blurry, but they kept going, licking and sucking through it until you were thrashing and sobbing from the overstimulation.
Another climax ripped through you right after, even stronger. Your whole body tensed up, pussy clenching around their tongues as they kept eating you out like they were starving. It felt so insanely good it almost hurt. Your mind went blank, pleasure overloading everything.
The last thing you remembered was Tsunade moaning something dirty while Jiraiya sucked your clit one more time. Then everything faded to black as you passed out from the overwhelming bliss, body twitching helplessly on the sheets.
It took him a few moments to catch up, missing the cute sounds of your moans.
“Hey, kid—” Jiraiya lifted his gaze, seeing your eyes closed and your mouth half-opened. “Shit, Tsunade, did we kill her?”
She was already kneeling beside you, shaking your shoulders a little for you to gain your consciousness back. “Don’t be dramatic, asshole. She just passed out from pleasure.”
He forms an ‘o’ with his mouth, nodding along Tsunade’s words. “So we are that good.”
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reader that isn’t a bimbo? Reader that is put together and likes dressing up? Reader that’s older than 18-20? Reader that’s not white-coded??? Reader who doesn’t have daddy issues? Reader who does have daddy issues in a “man hater” way? Reader who’s taller than 4’11-5’0?? Reader who’s quiet and reserved and not in a robotic way or stuttering way? Reader who’s Tina Belcher coded? Reader who gives off the vibe of a creepy barn owl but somehow it’s endearing? Reader who’s charismatic and charming? Reader who’s-
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stop writing out rape fantasizes and then disguising them as ‘noncon’. If your gonna have the guts to write about the topic then atleast state it how it is. Assault. SA. Rape. Don’t sugar-coat it.
summary: How Azula would be as your captor, specifically when you get a little too close to her brother.
cw: none
an: second fic how we feeling?? I rewatched atla recently and realized how hot Azula is (pun intended) so this a tribute to Pride Month.
let’s be honest, the only real way to ever grab someone like azula’s attention is by a display of strength or some sort of eye-catching ability.
maybe you were training or perhaps in the midst of a fight, she witnessed your power and decided it was hers to keep, but she can’t just take your ability away, it’s unique to you and only you, so she settles on something better, why take a piece of something when you can take all of it?
so she takes you, not because you could possibly become a danger to her or the fire nation but because she realized then and there when she observed you that you deserved to be hers.
azula’s an obsessive control freak, being the object of her attraction is just like being an exotic animal in a cell because to her, that’s exactly what you are, the only person, the only thing to make her feel any sort of emotion when she’s not fighting or tormenting her brother and for that, you’re special.
when azula “captures” you, if you can even call it that considering she’s the fire nation princess and can do whatever she pleases in fire nation territory and anywhere else honestly, there’s not much of a struggle from your end, you wouldn’t be able to anyway.
honestly she just kind of whisks you away, maybe a little conversation after she had her fill of observing you from afar, just strolling up like it’s no big deal, commenting, no praising your skill and asking you to come with her, to join her, to become apart of the fire nation kingdom, giving you a once in a life time opportunity to be recruited by the fire nation princess herself, this way you could possibly rise in ranks quicker if you were that good azula was impressed and if you dare said no? oh she wasn’t asking, she was demanding.
azula isn’t sure what to do with you once she has you, i mean, she likes looking at the horrified face you make anytime she says something disturbing but that enjoyment can only go so far, she’s realized she quite likes seeing you smile as well, even if the instances are quite rare.
in the first half of your predicament, she keeps you locked and secure, despite not committing a crime you are confined like a prisoner, at least your “cell” is a comfortable and spacious one.
in the rare instances azula would take you outside your room you would spar with her, she claimed to go easy but the most caution she took was making sure she didn’t kill you or injure you too severely.
it’s not like you can’t leave from outside your room, she doesn’t really have a problem with it, the palace is guarded 24/7 anyway where would you go? you yourself just doesn’t like to leave, there’s nothing out there anyways, at least in this room you have privacy so azula takes it upon herself to come visit you whenever she felt like seeing your face, even occasionally delivering your meals for you or other trinkets she either bought or pillaged.
azula is not good with words other than using them to lie, intimidate or persuade someone, she’s not exactly the most suave but she does try, if even a little, surprisingly she’s the one doing most of the talking whenever you guys have a conversation.
you’re rightfully confused on what she wants, if she was so impressed by your strength why didn’t she make you a guard or something? it’s silly to keep you locked up in some room like a caged bird but if you were to ever ask her, she would shut down the question immediately, you have to right to question her in the first place and you won’t be getting an answer anytime soon, in fact you should be thanking her and kissing her feet instead of sulking and locking yourself away, you should be grateful, others dream for what you’re experiencing, she’s saved you from a life of poverty even if you lived a comfortable life before.
so what she can’t communicate with words, she tries to express with gifts but even then she doesn’t know what type of emotion she wants to express and neither do you.
she loves seeing you adorned in the things she gets you, be it a golden necklace stacked with jewels, a beautiful dress or a hair ornament, (she has good taste you hate to admit) she expects you to wear at least something of hers and if you don’t, she is offended and even a little disappointed, of all the things she gives you decide to wear none?
that being said, azula likes to tag you along whenever she goes somewhere, be it just outside the palace you’re coming. she introduces you to the palace, the servants who’s names she can’t and won’t remember, her brother, her friends and even her father.
ozai doesn’t approve of you at all, you’re unworthy of a azula, it be by a stroke of luck why someone of your status is even allowed to step foot in the palace. as you stood there, hearing the words of degradation fall from his mouth, azula agreed, of course she does, it’s a fact you aren’t worthy of her.
despite introducing you to the limited amount of people you’re allowed to interact with, even then she controls that aspect, seeing you talk to anyone too long gets her annoyed but it’s not jealously, never jealousy, that would mean she cares about what you do instead of just trying to control you.
once you made the mistake of talking to zuko longer than you should’ve and she made sure to confront you on it that very night.
you stare at the ceiling, getting lost in the intricate design, you swear everytime you think you’ve counted them all a new line appears, well it does keep you engaged until your eyelids turn heavy and you’re drifted into slumber,
“admiring the design? only the best were permitted to craft it,” you jolt, when did she get in? you didn’t even hear footsteps or even hear the door creak. you quickly try to pretend you were sleeping to avoid conversation with her but she only huffs in displeasure, “seriously? I saw your eyes wide open just a while ago I’m not stupid.”
you pout, letting out a sigh then turning on your side, facing her as she takes a seat on your bed, “why’re you here?” “you’re asking me why I’m in my own house?” she tilts her head, feigning ignorance as you mouth twists into a scowl, you’re too tired for her teasing right now. “you know what i mean, why’re you in here?” “you mean the room I personally assigned to you?” “yes!” she giggles at your outburst before resting her head on the headrest, turning towards you with eyes devoid of the mirth she had mere seconds ago from your annoyance, it’s frightening how easily she can change her expression.
“do you forget who i am, [name?] i come in here whenever I want to. that sense of security you have is because i allow it, you shouldn’t step out of line.” you’re not an idiot, you know she’s unhappy but you wonder what could be the cause of it, you walk around eggshells all day because of her so what could’ve possibly made her upset?
she sees you scrambling for an answer in your head, “i suspected you wouldn’t even know what you did, i wouldn’t expect less of you, you have no sort of observational awareness,” you clench your teeth at her insult and her lips stretch into a smile from the expression on your face, she treats you like some sort of mutt devoid of common sense, a pooch to be paraded around whenever she felt like it but..what can you do? you can possibly say anything, less you want to be fried to a crisp or thrown into a dungeon so you bite your tongue, fighting back tears of frustration at your forced submission. she notices the rage, has she ever told you you’re not very good at controlling or even hiding your emotions? she doesn’t comment on it, not yet. “i saw you talking with zuzu for sooo long, my brother isn’t that fun to talk to, [name] and I’d know.
you blink, huh, this is because you were talking to zuko? it was like a ten minute talk, ten minutes too long apparently, “what, you didn’t say I couldn’t talk to him.” “you’re right but I didn’t think I’d need to tell you that being so cozy around royalty is inappropriate, people talk, you know?” if you were non the wiser, you’d say she sounds jealousy, you gave her an odd look to which she stares back, “what?”
“this was never a problem before so what’s the big deal now?” “I just said it’s inappropriate, don’t you listen when I talk to you? you’ve been here almost a year now, one would think you’d pick up on royal etiquette.” “well, I’m so sorry i didn’t pick up on much when you lock me in here almost all the time.” “you’re being too loud, it’s nighttime, and no one is keeping you inside that room, in fact everytime i invite you outside you refuse.” “what is there to do outside? i don’t have anyone here!” you stubbornly turn your back towards her, covering yourself with the sheets, she lets out a noise that sounds like the mix between a scoff and a snicker, “you’re being childish,”
“you’re the one who came in here to scold me about talking to “prince zuko,” you grumble, “are you insinuating something?” “yes azula, you’re jealous!” the room goes silent after your confession and you wince, too scared to turn around and face her now that you’ve said it,
“jealous of who? you or zuko?” “what? how am I supposed to know—?” before you could finish your sentence, she puts her hand on your bare thigh, leaning over your curled body to whisper in your ear, “because if it’s zuko, then maybe.” you were too stunned to speak as she pulled away, yawning and stretching her arms, “well, goodnight, [name], you’ll need your rest for tomorrow when we train.” and just like that, she’s gone just as quickly as she came, rendering you a gaping fish, reduced to watching her figure becoming smaller down the hallway and that’s when you realize..she didn’t even bother to close the door!
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Pranking male Naruto characters by avoiding their touch.
Uchiha Sasuke
At first, Sasuke ignores your strange behavior. If you wanted to be weird, that was your headache, not his.
But when you sidestep him during a mission as he reaches out to steady you after a jump, his eyes narrow.
"What's your problem?" he asks, deadpan, stepping closer and reaching out for you again.
You shrug innocently, dodging his touch once more. His jaw tightens, and he retracts his hand.
Sasuke is surprisingly patient after that. But after you dodge his touch a third time, that patience snaps.
Determined to keep up the charade, you move to avoid his arm when he tries to protect you again.
"Whatever" did you seriously think he had a problem with not touching you?
He doesn't even bother with words anymore. Playing along with your game, he grabs the back of your shirt and effortlessly flings you out of harm's way.
"Hey!" you cry, barely managing to land safely.
"You wanna play games? Fine," he mutters, completely unfazed by your wide-eyed glare.
For the rest of the day, Sasuke avoids your touch, despite your whining and apologies. This was your punishment for playing silly games with him.
Uzumaki Naruto
"huh??"
You must be tripping, Naruto thinks, watching you duck when he tries to pull you into one of his bone-crushing hugs.
Naruto is all about physical affection, high fives, random hugs, scooping you up into his arms. So when you dodge his hug, his jaw drops.
The look on his face is too ridiculous, you can't stop yourself from bursting into laughter at his utter shock of your audacity.
"You're so dramatic" you roll your eyes, pulling him into a hug as an apology.
Naruto grins and returns the hug twice as hard, lifting you off the ground for good measure. Ignoring your squeals of embarrassment, he parades through the village with you still awkwardly dangling in his arms as punishment.
"Put me down Naruto! You're so embarrassing!"
Aburame Shino
Shino is flabbergasted, to say the least. You never avoided his touch, and he loved that because you were the only person he was comfortable being affectionate with anyway.
His eye twitches, but his shoulders eventually sag in relief when he sees you struggling to contain your laughter.
You were just playing a silly prank after all, thank goodness.
He discreetly releases a meliponine bee from his jacket sleeve, the little creature was harmless and couldn't sting, but you didn't need to know that.
The moment you spot it, your eyes widen.
"SHINO, ONE OF YOUR BEES ESCAPED!"
Shrieking, you leap into his arms. His lips stretch into a smug smirk as he catches you.
"Oh? What's this? I thought you didn't want me to touch you?"
You narrow your eyes, quickly connecting the dots. Jumping out of his arms, you smack his shoulder lightly.
"Touché"
Hyuga Neji
Neji was pretty much sick of your shit at this point, you've been on a pranking streak all week and it put him on edge.
Now he questions every little reaction from you, wondering if it was a prank or not.
Even now, he stood watching you, his posture stiff, an irritated glare on his face.
"Stop testing my patience y/n."
He grits out, reaching for you again, watching you move out of the way.
"Have I...have I done anything to upset you?"
he asks, voice shaky, exhaustion creeping in. He was afraid this time you weren't joking and he might've actually upset you.
You immediately drop the act, not liking the kicked puppy dog look on his face one bit.
"I'm sorry, I was just messing around" you tug him into a hug to which he returns with a glare, ultimately glad this wasn't anything serious.
He reaches down to flick your forehead.
"Ow!"
"You're an idiot. Quit it with the silly games ok?" he murmurs gently brushing his fingers over the spot he flicked.
"Ok ok"
Uchiha Itachi
Itachi chuckles, watching you sidestep his hug. He immediately knew you were playing games, no one craved his touch more than you did.
"Are you sure you want to do that? I'm leaving for a mission and won't be back till tomorrow"
You bite your lip, weighing your options. He was right, 24hrs was way too long to go without a hug.
You huff, shuffling into his still open arms with defeat. "Fine, I yield"
He laughs again, giving you a soft squeeze before pulling away.
"I'll see you in a couple hours" he says, placing a kiss on your hair before pulling away.
"See y- wait what! You said tomorrow"
"I lied" he calls out, smiling casually, like he didn't just decieve you, continuing down the path without looking back.
You can't help but snort at his tactics, you were so going to get him back when he returns though.
Uchiha Obito
"Well aren't you a picture of domesticity" Obito muses, watching you make coffee in one of his button downs, the shirt large on you.
He can't help himself, he reaches out to feel your soft skin only to be met with air when you move out of the way, giving him a strange look.
If he paid more attention, he would've noticed the look on your face was you struggling to hold in your laughter, but his stomach was too busy dropping to his feet.
Obito was insecure, about his face, about his body, and his past. Despite your reassurances, a part of him never believed he was what you wanted.
He was chronically paranoid that one day you'd realize you could have better, and leave him.
It didn't take you too long to figure out what was going through his head when he froze, staring at you like a deer in headlights.
"Shit, this was a terrible idea" you immediately grab his hands, placing one on your cheek and the other on your waist "I'm sorry, I was just messing around"
He stares down at you for a few seconds gauging your sincerity before sighing, his body untensing in relief.
"You're a menace..." his arms snake around you, pulling you into his chest, happy this was just a joke.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry"
Hatake Kakashi
Kakashi notices but doesn't react right away. Instead, he silently joins your game.
Every time he sees you coming he makes a point to dramatically avoid touching you even by a hair's breadth, bending and contorting his body into all sorts of shapes.
"You're terrible" you giggle, trying to grab him, watching him dodge your hands like his life depended on it.
"me? You're the one who started it"
he finally relents, letting you tug him into your arms.
"You could've seriously hurt my feelings you know? I'm sensitive"
You snort, Kakashi didn't give a shit and you both knew it.
You lean up, tugging his mask down to peck his nose as an apology "You're about as sensitive as that rock over there"
He chuckles, deciding to let your snark go, he won after all, you wouldn't be avoiding his touch again.
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tags: friends in love, kunoichi! reader, unresolved feelings, jealousy, pakkun does not want to be here
synopsis: kakashi is very good at being distant, and very bad at admitting he doesn’t want to be. so bad he resorts to using his dog as a wingman to gain his former teammate’s attention.
or in which kakashi uses pakkun to distract you from your conversation with another man. jealous? him? never.
wc: 1.4k
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“this is an all-time low. even for you.”
pakkun’s tone held the stern disappointment of a father reprimanding its child. kakashi was a grown man in his early twenties.
“i don’t know what you mean,” the ninja shrugged, his non-chalant exterior working hard not to betray his inner turmoil.
“you’re not asking me to spy on y/n’s conversation?”
okay maybe he was asking that. it was not his fault you were leaning against the bar’s wall, outside, a glass in hand and raidō at your side, laughing far too much at his jokes. raidō was not that funny of a guy.
to witness this proximity made the inside of his stomach twist with something inconfortable and… undeniably green. and maybe the few beers he’d downed were starting to nibble at his common sense. because why else would he summon pakkun at this ungodly hour of the night in the middle of konoha’s safe streets?
“no, i just thought you might want to say hi.”
kakashi knew he was being childish. pakkun’s eyes narrowed. he knew too.
“her pets are good, but not that good,” the dog’s voice was flat. “say kakashi, do you like this female?”
the man ignored the way his face heated with the question – or the answers he was struggling to form.
a long sigh. “i don’t know how i feel. will you… just help me?”
pakkun looked up at him unimpressed. “i already have my answer anyway. you’ve never been discreet when you were teammates either.”
with a sassy turn, the dog trotted in your direction, grumbling some things about his owner being pathetic.
yea, kakashi was never going to live this down. but for all he knew, that was worth it. the second you spotted the furry creature you loved so wholeheartedly, you shrieked and abandoned raidō immediately to rush over to pakkun.
the copy ninja watched with a little too much satisfaction as you picked the dog up, twirling him around before covering his head in smooches.
he didn’t know what excuse his little furry friend came up with, but you nodded, waved at raidō, and then walked in kakashi’s direction. your head was lowered to talk with the dog you still held in your arms. ah, pakkun could pretend all he wanted, he loved your attention.
“my poor boy,” the man heard as you grew closer. “he really got you doing all that? with no treats? that’s not a way to behave at all!”
oh no. pakkun was definetly using your affection for him to turn the situation around.
but your former teammate didn’t have time to worry – when you spotted him, leaning against a wall in the twilight, your face lit up with a bright grin and his heart skipped a beat.
“kakashi!” you called, the excitement in your voice clouding his thoughts.
he didn’t trust his voice, so instead he took a few steps in your direction.
there was no hesitation when your wrapped one arm around his neck in a hug, the other arm still tightly secured around his dog.
his body stiffened – physical contact was never something most people indulged with him. but soon enough he relaxed in your embrace, your scent invading his senses and making his heart race quicker.
“it’s been a while,” he finally got out, feeling stupid about staying silent for son long.
you took a step back. the smile hadn’t left your lips. pakkun had closed his eyes in content, your fingers returning to pet him softly. if he was a cat, there was no doubt he’d purr under your touch.
“mmmh, we did see each other last week for gai’s birthday,” a teasing glint sparkled in your eyes. “but i get what you mean. it has been a while... so much so that you forget how to treat your dog right!”
a comically deep frown settled between your brows, your expression disapproving. god, you looked even prettier.
“pakkun’s telling me you’ve been overworking him.”
kakashi’s lips twitched. of course he did…
“did he tell you that i spoil him a lot more than i should and now he’s become a self-entitled brat?” the man’s eyes narrowed as he eyed his dog.
he was annoyed enough to have to compete for your attention with raidō, he’d rather not continue doing so with his own ninken. also… he had a feeling he wouldn’t win…
pakkun huffed. “careful kakashi, or i might just reveal your big secret to–“
poof. a white cloud exploded in your arms and you let out a small scream of protest, sending a glare at your former teammate.
“hey! that’s not nice. i didn’t even say goodbye.”
kakashi shrugged in indifference. “he wanted some rest, didn’t he?”
you shoved his shoulder with your own as you started walking away, complaining about him. kakashi followed you, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
“that’s not the way to your house,” he remarked before he realized he shouldn’t remember where your house is – you only showed him once. the rest of the time, it was just him taking a detour as he returned from his anbu missions, passing by your house to catch a glimpse of you.
to his relief, you didn’t mention it. “no. we’re going to buy some well-deserved dog treats. there’s a convenience store open 24/7, they sell his favorite.”
you sent him a pointed look, daring him to protest. he would never – not when this convenience store was conveniently located on the other side of town.
the walk was long – at one point, kakashi casually wrapped his jacket around your shoulders. he could have sworn your ears turned pinker. maybe that was the cold of january. but the way you laughed, the way your eyes sparkled everytime you told a story, the way you understood him when the conversation shifted to more guarded topics he could only ever talk about with you. that made him feel warm in a way even the sunniest summer day could have never.
once the treats were bought – way too much treats, including an entire bag that weighed a ton and that kakashi took from your hands to slung over his shoulder – he walked you back to your house. your arms brushed, your knuckles sometimes collided gently. his heart raced each time.
“i missed this,” he finally admitted when you stood by your apartment’s open door. “missed you,” he corrected.
your features softened with the confession. a sincere smile bloomed on your lips, and he knew the words went straight to your heart from the way your eyes seemed to grow more watery.
“me too.”
this time when you hugged him, both your arms were wrapped around his shoulders and your bodies were flushed against one another. he was certain you could feel his heart threaten to burst out of his chest, but he still melted under your touch. his face nestled against the crook of your neck, and he took a deep inhale, your scent clouding his mind and making his head spin.
“i really do miss you,” you repeated again, voice muffled against his cloth, holding him tighter. “sometimes you seem so… out of reach.”
his muscles tensed under your fingers. he knew. he didn’t know if he did it on purpose or if it was just how things were now.
he didn’t let go when your grip lessened. you chuckled and shifted so that your hands could softly trace patterns in his wild mass of grey hair.
kakashi shuddered.
no wonder pakkun was so fond of you.
he couldn’t tell how much time passed until your bodies finally separated. he just knew he’d never felt more peaceful ever since… everything went down.
maybe isolating himself within the anbu corps was… not his endpoint.
your eyes sparkled when you kissed his cheek to wish him a goodnight. you kept one of the treat bags, telling him he’d “have no other choice than to hang out with you again” if he wanted them.
“oh, that reminds me,” you added just as you were about to close the door. “next time you’re jealous or want to spend time with me… spare pakkun and come get me yourself.”
his eyes widened, but already the door closed and he was left alone in his embarrassment. he swore he heard you giggle inside your appartment.
damn, pakkun. he did rat him out.
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