I Been Junk

This is SO FLATTERING. Thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to send me this lovely note! You’ve given me so many amazing compliments all at once and I don’t even know where to start, but probably my favorite thing is knowing my writing gave you feelings. ♥ ♥

Nuu this was such a sweet ask, and I used it as a prompt for the 25 days of kisses and turned it into so much smutty porn. o.o  I hope you enjoy it anyway…

KakaIru 25 Days of Kisses: Day 17 - Jealous Kiss

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Kakashi jolts awake when Iruka rolls over, pinning his arm and half of his body, his leg thrown over Kakashi’s hips. Iruka’s face is tucked against Kakashi’s neck, and Kakashi can feel Iruka’s soft exhalations of breath across his exposed skin. He tries to settle his spiked heart rate, matching his own breathing to Iruka’s, the deep, slow-paced breaths of sleep.

He adjusts the arm that’s pressed between Iruka and the bed, and Iruka shifts with a slight noise. Kakashi stills, not wanting to wake him, but Iruka settles back comfortably where he was, and Kakashi gently curls his trapped arm around Iruka. Iruka’s back is warm to the touch, and Kakashi slides his fingers across the expanse of skin, unthinkingly.

Iruka moves again, this time drawing even closer, tucking himself against Kakashi in an almost-hug before relaxing again. Kakashi exhales quietly, listening to Iruka’s steady breathing, and keeps his hand where it ended up, low on Iruka’s back. He wonders at Iruka’s responsiveness, his tactile nature, even in sleep. Iruka’s body is pressed against the length of Kakashi’s own as if it’s truly his ideal sleeping position, as if he’d do the same regardless of who his bed partner might be.

Kakashi frowns, wondering who else may have shared Iruka’s bed like this. Who else might have woken to Iruka sliding close, pressing their bodies together? What would they have done with Iruka, half-undressed, warm and pliant from sleep?

He splays his hand across Iruka’s lower back, pulling him close again, and revels in Iruka’s pleased murmur, the way he moves against Kakashi. He wants this for himself - only for himself. He doesn’t want anyone else to have Iruka like this, ever - he viscerally, jealously, wants this to be only his.

“What are you thinking about?” Iruka’s quiet voice, the exhalation ghosting over his neck, startles Kakashi again. He doesn’t move, but he knows Iruka can feel his heart rate jump underneath the arm thrown across his chest.

“Sorry,” Kakashi murmurs, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Mmm, it’s okay.” Iruka moves once again, but doesn’t pull away, just settles his head more comfortably, tucks his arm around Kakashi more firmly. “What’s on your mind?”

Iruka asking a second time makes Kakashi realize he had attempted a deflection of the first question instinctively, without realizing it. He had resolved to try to be more honest with Iruka, answering his questions without vagueness or misdirection. Sighing in frustration at himself, Kakashi lets the words fall from his mind into the darkness of the room without further deliberation, “How many people have you slept with?”

Kakashi smiles at the way Iruka sounds like he’s talking to a schoolchild. He doesn’t actually mind. It’s refreshing to have someone around that doesn’t treat him the way everyone else does. It’s part of why Kakashi works so hard to annoy him. Kakashi never really had anyone around to scold him like that when he was younger - he was too busy training, too busy growing up too soon to bother being childish. It’s interesting to push Iruka’s buttons and see how he’ll react on any given day.

“Maa, it’s only pick-pocketing if you’re taking something, not giving something. That’s the opposite. Give-pocketing? Place-pocketing?“ Kakashi grins at Iruka’s exasperated expression.

Kakashi feigns scratching his chin in thought. “Miso… daikon… chocolate…” the list he invents is nothing close to the original. He tugs Iruka out of the way of a gaggle of adolescent children, using the distraction to take the list and plant it in Iruka’s pocket instead; he’s pretty good - Iruka probably won’t notice.

Kakashi watches the women two stalls down whisper to each other as Iruka takes his hand. He squeezes Iruka’s fingers in return, and says, “I thought you had it.”

Hi there! Sorry this took a while to answer - I used your prompt for one of the kkir25 days as well, so I wanted to wait to post it until today! Thank you for the incredibly sweet prompt, I hope you like how this turned out! :D

For the KakaIru 25 Days of Kisses: Day 16 - Pulled Into a Kiss

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“Should the racks be in the top and bottom third of the oven, or positioned so that the rack is the divider that splits the oven into even thirds?” Kakashi’s voice carried easily from the kitchen and Iruka frowned down at the recipe sitting on the table next to his grading. It… didn’t really clarify which.

“Does our oven really have enough options to do both of those things?” He still wasn’t very familiar with the new Western-style oven himself. Iruka looked over the recipe again, quickly. It was marked as ‘easy,’ and Kakashi had agreed to try baking the gingerbread cookies while Iruka caught up on grading papers. There was really no reason for Iruka to get up and go help.

“No, it’s more of the second one, but I thought I’d ask in case that was a problem.”

Iruka rolled his eyes, and said “It’s fine. So, the oven needs to pre-heat, go ahead and set it to 350.”

“Got it.”

“Okay.” Iruka moved on to the next line of the recipe before stopping, backtracking, and calling out. “350 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s 175 Celcius.”

“Of course,” Kakashi said, but Iruka heard movement and clicking noises, as if Kakashi were changing the oven settings again.

Iruka idly wondered if the oven temperature even went that high, and what Kakashi might have originally set it at, but called out instead, “Okay, next sift the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger, allspice, cloves, salt, and pepper through the sieve into a bowl.” Hearing movement from the kitchen, he turned back to his grading, getting through a couple more papers before Kakashi asked for the next set of instructions.

Iruka scanned through the next paragraph of the recipe, raising an eyebrow at the wording. It was a simple enough process, though the recipe author didn’t make it sound that way. He read it off to Kakashi anyway, and returned to his papers for a while, confirming the refrigeration length for the dough - three hours - with Kakashi when he checked in.

Soon, Kakashi wandered into the room and flopped onto the couch near Iruka, reaching for a book, and they settled into a familiar routine. Kakashi quietly reading nearby while Iruka graded his papers, pausing here and there to share an egregiously incorrect statement they to laugh over together.

After a little while, Kakashi lifted his head and asked, “Does the oven actually need to pre-heat for that long?”

Iruka looked up from his work to Kakashi, then down at the recipe still sitting on the table. “No! No it really doesn’t, please go turn it off!” How ridiculous to put that at the start of the recipe rather than when the actual baking happens, Iruka thought, glaring at the paper.

Kakashi rose with a chuckle to do as asked, then returned to settle back on the couch with his book. Eventually, Iruka stretched, yawning, and looked at Kakashi, and at the offensive recipe appraisingly. “Would you be okay to finish the cookies alone if a take a nap for a bit?”

Kakashi hummed an affirmative and Iruka decided that it couldn’t go too horribly wrong. He moved to lay on the couch, feet tucked behind Kakashi’s back, and quickly fell into a doze.

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He woke to the smell of gingerbread filling the house, and a fuzzy blanket covering him. Iruka listened quietly for a moment, enjoying the cozy warmth of the blanket, the aroma of Christmas cookies, the soft noises of Kakashi moving around in the kitchen. The domesticity of it all made him smile, and he pushed the blanket off, getting up to go join Kakashi in the kitchen.

His smile dropped immediately upon entering the kitchen and seeing the disaster Kakashi had made of it. Iruka gaped in dismay at the mess of dishes piled in the sink, the flour that coated everything from the countertops to Kakashi’s clothing, and the scraps of gingerbread dough strewn about on every free surface. “What… how? What on earth happened here?” He looked to Kakashi incredulously.

Kakashi swallowed the bite of gingerbread cookie he was chewing on and gestured with the remaining cookie in his hand at the wreck of a kitchen and said, “I finished baking.”

“Yes, I see that,” said Iruka, eyeing the racks of cookies set out to cool on the oven and every free countertop space that wasn’t already occupied. “Did it have to involve destroying the kitchen?”

“Maa, it’s not really destroyed, is it?” Kakashi scratched idly at the side of his face, smearing a streak of flour there. “It’s more like collateral damage.”

“Collateral damage,” Iruka repeated, tonelessly.

Kakashi picked up a piece of paper that Iruka recognized after a second as the recipe. “It’s labelled as ‘easy,’ but I’d classify it as C-rank at best, possibly a B-rank.”

Iruka blinked at him for a moment, considering the absurdity of the situation - Kakashi covered in gingerbread dough and flour, having wrecked their kitchen in the interest of baking Iruka cookies. Sharingan no Kakashi, Jounin Hatake, the Copy-Nin, with dozens of S-rank missions to his name, complaining about the difficulty of a cookie recipe. He huffed a small laugh and said, “Well, are they at least good?”

Kakashi proffered the remains of the gingerbread cookie he was holding and Iruka reached for him, wrapping his fingers around Kakashi’s wrist instead to tug him close, catching him around the neck with his other hand to pull him into a kiss. Kakashi’s soft noise of surprise melted into a pleased hum and his mouth opened under Iruka’s. Iruka could still taste the lingering gingerbread flavor on his tongue, sweet and spicy, and smiled as he pulled back. He plucked the cookie from Kakashi’s fingers and popped it into his mouth. It tasted good - Iruka was mildly surprised considering the state of the kitchen.

Kakashi can fake ‘sweet and sociable’ fine, he’s just not sure he’ll ever get to the point where it comes naturally the way it seems to for Iruka. Or the way it seems to for him when he’s with Iruka.