Drooling over Kakashi

The air around was still filled with the smell of plastered walls. Even though the windows in the whole apartment were wide open, the little particles of white dust that were left after renovation were still hanging in the air, dancing in the sunlight whenever wind moved them. You looked around with pride and delight because even if the space was empty you could already start to call it home. Home. Finally, your own, shared with the man you love. The walls that will witness your best and worst, and happiness, sadness, and anger. A place that will be a safe sanctuary for you both.

There wasn’t much yet, the walls were still white and you had just gotten back from the store with buckets full of paints, brushes, and all the things you needed to start making this place more to your tastes. Kakashi just finished securing the floor with foil so you wouldn’t stain the wooden panels.

“I think that’s it.” He stood up, looking proudly at his work “Are you ready, (Y/n)? We could finish this room before dinner if we hurry up.”

Raising your hand, you held a brush like a sword, ready to swing “I’m ready. So we start here and then we’ll meet on the opposite side of the room, did I understand that correctly?”

“Exactly like that my love” he smiled at you “so… Which one should we do in the bedroom? Blue or green one?” He looked with utter confusion at the plates informing what color the bucket contained.

“They’re not called ‘blue’ and ‘green’” you pouted “it's ‘seashore’ and ‘meadow’. That is a big difference! You can’t call the sky and ocean just ‘blue’. They are completely different colors!”

With a creak Kakashi opened one of the buckets, looking at the liquid inside. “Hmm… it actually looks gray to me.”

“It’s a shade of blue, not gray.”

He picked up the smallest brush laying next to him and took on it a small amount of paint. With one move he put it in front of your eyes, almost enough for you to make a squint “Looks gray to me.”

“No, it’s a shade of blue. ”

He looked at you, then at the paintbrush, then back to you. The moment you closed your eyes to blink, you felt a tickle across your cheek and a wet trail that was left after. He had smeared a stain of paint on your cheek!

“Kakashi! What the hell?!”

He chuckled, “It looks blue on you though.”

You huffed and reached to snatch the paintbrush from his hand, but he evaded you by taking a step back, and another pat landed on your other cheek. He laughed seeing you getting more annoyed. It was so cute he could do it for the rest of his life, and looking at your reaction it would be a pretty short one.

“Now look at you,” he teased, “so pretty with a warpaint on your beautiful face, ready to decorate our bedroom room.”

“That’s not funny!” Rubbing your cheeks with some wet wipe you had with yourself, you tried to get rid of at least most of it from your skin, and you stopped only when you felt no more of it under your fingers.

“Oh come on, we are already filthy from carrying an insane amount of packages, and we’ll be more after we finish. We’ll need to clean up this place from paint and dust anyway.”

“I know, but it doesn’t mean that you can get me dirtier than I already am!” You huffed again, turning away from him, and it put your alertness at ease, as you thought he’ll do his usual - shrug his arms and move on. You didn't notice when the man approached you.

Suddenly, Kakashi's arms wrapped around your waist from behind, unclothed lips touched the smooth skin on your neck, leaving small butterfly kisses on all length, sending shiver after shiver down your spine. You gasped when another kiss was placed at the sensitive spot just near your earlobe.

The man’s hands snuck under your shirt without even the slightest indication of shame and wandered all over your waist, belly, and chest. “W-What are you doing?”

“Getting you dirtier than you are.” Low purr echoed near your ear followed by his teeth catching your earlobe to pull it a bit. Hips ground against your ass with one purpose only - so you could feel the bulge that was growing in his pants. But the day was hot, and you’ve already had a lot of physical effort. You could feel that shirt was already ready for laundry, and your body could use some shower.

With all that in mind, you tried to move away from him, a little embarrassed, but he held you firmly, hands pressing against your skin even harder, “B-but I’m all sweaty and-”.

“You’ll be even more when I’m done with you.” His giggle vibrated against your back. Suddenly your face was in front of his, breaths mixing right before his. Your face started to burn at the sight of wildness you noticed in his eyes, perplexed and excited you at the same time. Your lips connected in feral and needy kisses, tongues dancing around, teeth clattering against each other. He grabbed the bottom of your thighs and kneeled holding you like that. He laid you softly on the floor, his lips, tongue, and teeth making a trail down your jaw and neck.

Not caring about unbuttoning your pants he just yanked them off along with your panties, uncovering your glistening from your arousal slit. He leaned one arm over you, the other hand working on his own pants with a heat. “Do you really think that something completely normal like a bit of sweat will stop me from fucking you on the floor of our home? Or any other surface of this place?” Already rock hard, he grabbed his cock and teased your wet cunt, covering himself and your clit in your juices.

“ Answer me. ”

“I d-don’t know…” You whispered, feeling the pleasure pooling down your abdomen, making your body tremble from excitement. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him closer, arms rested around his neck.

“Oh, I think you know. But here,” he pushed the head of his dick stretching your entrance “let me prove it.” your walls clenched around him hearing his whisper lined with desire and need. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you in our place for so long you can’t even imagine.”

Pushing himself with more force, he slid himself inside you with one move. You made a sound, something between a groan and a hiss, and so Kakashi waited for you to nod, and let him know that you adjusted to his girth and length. At first, he was slow and delicate, making sure that you’re comfortable. But when you let out the first moan he slammed his hips forcefully into you, setting a steady but fast pace ramming his hips into you with abandon. Your fingers tangled with silvery locks tightening your grip with every thrust that caused the coil inside you to tighten, rewarding you with a loud groan from the man.

“I’m gonna claim you against the walls and doors,” a low growl sounded above you before his lips crashed into yours, biting you hard enough for you to whine. “I’ll take you on the bed, sofa, table, and counters.” Long fingers sneak between your bodies, catching your clit in between them, adding another source of pleasurable stimulation “I’ll make sure you’ll scream my name when we’ll take a bath so everyone in the building will know who fucks you this good.”

Your walls tighten around him with every forceful thrust, and every brush against your most sensitive spot he could reach made your moans become louder, mixing with his groans and curses, his and your fingernails marked each other with long red stripes.

“You're gonna come for me (Y/n)?” He asked, seeing your eyes losing their focus, hearing moans becoming higher-pitched.

You nodded eagerly, being only able to mewl something incoherent, chasing your release.

“ Use. Your. Words. ” emphasized every word with a deep thrust, he growled straight into your lips, his gaze on the brink of madness from a pleasure he wanted on his own.

“Fuck! Please, Kakashi!”

“ Please what? ”

“Make me come! Please, I love you! Pleasepleaseplease~” Last words merged into one stream, your eyes rolled to the back of your head when your body shook from an orgasm that washed over you with pleasurable waves.

“Fuck, I love you too.” Kakashi mumbled straight into your ear, losing the pace he settled. The feeling of your inner walls clenching so hard on his cock pushed him to the edge and of the cliff, spilling warm strings of cum with every sloppy thrust, curses mixed with your name.

He slipped out from you with a gasp, and rolled on his back next to you, panting heavily as he’d just ran in a marathon. You too panted as heavily as him, your mind still clouded and high from the pleasurable experience you just had.

“You know…” finally, you spoke, managing to pull your clothes on, “I think there is no chance we’ll finish this before dinner time.”

“I’ll order something. Let me just... Take a nap or something.” Not even bothering to get his clothes in order, Kakashi closed his eyes, hands leaned under his head.

You sat and laughed, leaning over him, placing a long kiss on his lips  “Not a chance Kakashi. You get up now, and help me paint the room! No discussion!”

“Everything alright, babe?” you called out.

The reply came with an air of resignment. “Did I wake you up?”

You brought your arms over your head, feeling your joints re-align and pop lightly as you stretched.

“Not necessarily, unless you need help cleaning up?”

“No!” He replied quickly, and you heard the broom skitter across the tiles, dragging the remains of the smoke detector with it. “Go ahead and go back to sleep, I’ll come wake you later.”

Not one to deny the opportunity to rest after how late you’d gotten in last night, you snuggled back into your pillow with a small smile. It only took a moment before you were drifting off again, although not as deeply as you had been. You were dimly aware of the sound of teapot being filled, the burnt toast smell wafting through the open door, and your fiance’s graceful footsteps as he danced through the kitchen.

Wait.

Danced?

You raised your head up slightly, freeing both ears to focus on the sound of the Copy Ninja’s footsteps. His weight wasn’t distributing evenly on each step and the pattern of his footfalls was irregular. Bringing yourself to a sitting position, you suddenly realized that he was humming absentmindedly in the small kitchen.

Kakashi was not known for his stoicism, but the level of professionalism he established outside of the copy of Icha Icha attached to his palm was carefully maintained even in his downtime. When you went out together for dinner or drinks with friends, he told few jokes and mostly at Genma or Asuma’s expense. Gai’s repeated challenges to karaoke contests, both in locations with and without a karaoke machine, had always been flatly denied in favor of watching you and Kurenai choose the heartbreaker duet of the week to belt out. When you found yourself at the rare club, it only took light coaxing to bring him onto the dance floor with you, but anything more than swaying to the beat was out of the question. As long as he was having fun, you didn’t mind him not joining in the way the others teased him to do, but you had wished that he would be able to let go of his responsibilities long enough to really enjoy himself one day.

You slinked out of bed, keeping your movements as fluid as possible as you wrapped the comforter over your shoulders. As silently as you could move, you travelled into the hallway and through the living room, the smell of something acrid and burnt slowly getting stronger. You flattened yourself parallel to the wall, though not touching it to prevent the noise of the comforter dragging along, once you approached the doorway to the kitchen. He was certainly humming, and you couldn’t repress a grin, realizing he must be nearly skipping from the counter to the pantry from the way he moved. As slowly as you could, despite your excitement, you leaned around the corner to check on the man in the kitchen.

Kakashi was wearing boxers and a binder, his most comfortable outfit when secure inside your shared home. To your delight, he had chosen one of the binders without a mask attached, and you had a clear view of the slightly silly grin plastering his face as he shifted intermittently from humming to light, mumbled singing, punctuated by murmuring the ingredients he was using as he reached for them. He was stationed at the stove, stirring a medium pot and tasting from it in between verses of his song, reaching for more salt or minced garlic to adjust. He closed his eyes, bobbing his head side to side at a line he took a particular interest in, the morning sunlight catching glints of silver in his messy hair.

Taking advantage of his eyes being shut, you whipped back around the doorway into the living room, quickly tiptoeing away. You were so in love, and so happy to see him carefree, your mouth fell open in a silent scream and your hands, corners of the comforter still held in each, flew to your face.

You had to tell someone. No one would ever believe that Kakashi Hatake, master of a thousand jutsu, could be so sweet and cute behind the former ANBU exterior. Quickly, you crouched to the floor, abandoned the comforter, and made the required handsigns, pausing for a moment to remember if it was hitsuji or uma that came after saru, then gently pressed your palm against a squishy couch cushion. With a puff of smoke that evaporated almost as quickly as it was created, Pakkun sat before you.

You brought your finger up to your lips in a shushing gesture immediately. The tiny dog squinted, but nodded his agreement after a beat. This was your third or fourth time summoning him, and the first time you had done with without Kakashi. Animal summons were not your strong suit, and you had never particularly been a dog person, a fact that Pakkun had keyed in to almost instantaneously upon meeting you when you had no more than polite “my boyfriend’s pet” level interest in his paw pads. They were as soft and supple as he claimed, but you didn’t quite understand the appeal of man’s best friend.

You made the simple gestures required to convey that there was something to see and led Pakkun quietly toward the entryway to the kitchen where you could hear the rice cooker being sealed and started. Kakashi had switched to a different song and was now vocalizing the instrumentals softly, occasionally pausing to mime playing the instruments he was mimicking. Your hand found its way over your mouth, your heart melting with the gentle domesticity. Then you jerked away, feeling a soft scratch at your feet.

The pocket-sized grizzled dog glared at you until you bent down, when he pointed upwards toward a mess of hair. You felt a pang of guilt as you realized from this angle, all you could see was the shinobi’s calloused hand pushing silver strands out of his face, the black engagement band glinting dully on his finger. For the wedding in four months, you had managed to arrange custom bands for you both with the Hatake crest engraved into the matte surface. Kakashi didn’t know yet, and you knew that with how mission work was, he wouldn’t get to wear it often, but he would have a piece of his clan’s legacy with him whenever he did wear it.

The feeling of disappointment radiated off of the dog with the headband as you absorbed the fact you hadn’t considered him not being able to see over the counter. After a moment, you held out both your hands cupped together, fingertips resting on the floorboards. Pakkun regarded this, looking from your hands to your face, which you tried to humble appropriately. He sniffed at your exposed palms, then delicately stepped into your arms.

Bringing him up to your chest as you stood back up, you felt him stiffen. Had you moved him too quickly? Were you holding him too tightly? You ran two fingers down the back of his head instinctively and were surprised to find him relax. Kakashi tasted the cloudy liquid from the pot again and nodded firmly, turning toward the doorway. You whipped around, placing your back against the living room wall and clutching Pakkun tightly to your chest. You both held your breath, waiting to see if you’d been caught.

He sang to himself, “almost ready!” and you released your breath. Quickly, you snagged the blanket off the floor and made your way back to the bedroom.

“What’s the occasion?” Pakkun demanded as soon as you had the door shut behind you, jumping onto the bed.

“There is none! It’s just our first day off in a while, and he thinks I’m still asleep!”

Pakkun considered that quietly. “His pa, Sakumo, used to do the same thing. If he thought no one was around, he’d put on a whole concert for himself. Kakashi used to join him, up until his death. Then I didn’t catch him humming again till about a year after Minato’s death. Life had been rough for the poor pup up till about then. But he’s been in there all morning singing to himself?”

You nodded, pulling the gray comforter tighter around your shoulders. You knew your fiancé had been through more than most people should ever have to go through, but to think he might be making a breakthrough with his depression and trauma—to start singing again?

Pakkun made an odd noise that reminded you of a sneeze, then pawed at his eye and seemed to clear his throat. “I gotta tell the others. They’re gonna lose it.”

“Yeah, you should definitely head back and let them know the good news. I’m supposed to be asleep after all, he’ll probably come wake me up in a minute or two.”

The sly dog hesitated, then a wicked glimmer flashed across his eyes. “Or…”

Before you could react, you were engulfed a thin cloud of smoke that smelled vaguely of grass, and your bed began to creak. You jumped up, gasping at the number of variously sized dogs that had appeared in the room.

Pakkun addressed the crew before anyone could ask any questions. “Stay quiet. We’ve got a stealth mission ahead of us. Everyone, this is Kakashi’s partner, the one he’s marrying soon.” He then turned to you and pointed out the pack members in a line. “Bull, Urushi, Shiba, Bisuke, Akino, Uhei, and Guruko.” They were all undeniably adorable, and you’d have to ask your fiancé when he had the time to commission them all matching vests and headbands, but you were still shocked to see so many dogs. Did he really have eight summons? When most shinobi had one, if any?

“Name of the game is observe without being detected. Target: Kakashi. Location: kitchen. Standard formation. Questions?”

With no questions being posed, Pakkun lept up onto Bull’s head and led the way. You marveled in how quietly such a massive dog could move and trailed the pack as they made their way through your apartment.

You heard the timer on the rice cooker ding, then the seal breaking and relished the scent of the steam drifting through the air. There must be a stick of lemongrass in the rice this morning. You could see that Kakashi was beginning to set the table, gathering everything for a cozy breakfast for two.

He was also singing, audibly, with some degree of confidence.

One by one, the dogs all stopped and froze in awe. Akino and Uhei stepped around to the other side of you, and Shiba—or maybe it was Urushi?—popped their head between your knees to try to see. You were surrounded on all sides by the ninken, and you started to feel comforted by their warmth. Together, you all listened to your man serenade chopsticks and bowls as he spun to the small table, breaking into a mock tap routine as the china hit the wooden surface. You felt your head tilt to the right as you let the waves of love rush over you as you watched him carefully adjust the oily, burnt pan in the sink so he could wash his hands.

“Alright, love—breakfast is ready!”

For just a moment, you forgot that you were supposed to be in bed. You didn’t move as Kakashi rounded the corner, freezing when he saw nine sets of puppy-dog eyes gazing wistfully back at him from the middle of the living room, all heads tilted to the right and dreamy smiles plastered on each face.

“Ah! Uh, how long have you, uh…?”

Together, you moved as a pack toward your loved one, tackling him in a ten person hug. When you wormed your way past Uhei, you cupped Kakashi’s face and brought him in for a deep kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach. He blushed slightly, tracing his thumb along your jawline.

“I love you, and I’m so glad that you feel safe and happy and loved with me,” you whispered fiercely, trying to beam the intensity of your emotion at him without being too aggressive.

He smiled, Sharingan deliberately taking the whole scene in as he lay on the floor with you, pulling you into his arms. Pakkun trotted over to sit on his chest while he brought you in for a firm, tight hug.

“Me too. And I’m glad you got to meet the rest of the clan.” He let the Sharingan fall shut, relaxing against you.