kakashi's sweetheart

“Ka-Kakashi…” you whimper under him, your body buzzing from the four orgasms he pulled out of you with his wicked tongue. He feels so thick and warm inside, stretching you just how you like it. 

“You’re taking me so well, pretty. Such a good girl.” 

His praises make your walls clench around him, making him groan quietly as he starts to thrust deeper. His pace is steady and delicious, dragging against the spot inside you that makes your toes curl. His hand slides down from your breast to your hip, holding you in place while he builds the rhythm. You can hear how soaked you are with every push, the wet sounds mixing with your soft moans and his quiet praises.

“Hah, squeeze around me just like that,” Kakashi whispers, lifting his head to look at you. He leans in and kisses you deep, tongue sliding against yours as his hips snap a little harder. He swallows your moans. “Fuck, I could stay buried in you forever.”

He picks up the pace, angling his thrusts perfectly, one hand slipping between you to rub slow circles on your swollen clit. Your fifth orgasm is already building fast, coiling tight in your belly. He keeps talking you through it, sweet words spilling from his lips between kisses. “C’mon, love. Let me feel you cum around my cock. You’ve been so perfect for me tonight.”

Your back arches off the bed as pleasure crashes over you, thighs shaking around his waist. You cry out his name and he keeps moving through it, groaning your praises the whole time until he buries himself deep and finishes with a shudder, filling you up with hot pulses.

You cling to him, panting, feeling so full and loved in that moment...

And then you fucking wake up. 

Your heart is racing, your pussy is wet and the bed is empty. No warm weight of Kakashi, no cocky smile and no praise. Now it’s only you and the embarrassment of having wet dreams about your coworker.

But Kakashi was dreaming too, somewhere across the village he was stirring in his bed, hugging his pillow. 

You stood at the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables while Kakashi stirred something on the stove. “Careful with that knife, love,” he says softly, leaving the stove and stepping behind you. 

“You’re gonna burn the sauce,” you remind him but you let him slide his arms around your waist and rest his cheek on your shoulder. 

“Sauces don’t burn,” he comments as he watches your hands work. You laugh under your breath, letting Kakashi press a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. “I don’t want you getting hurt, I’d have to kiss it better for hours.”

“Oh, and you’d hate that, right?” You look back at him, raising your eyebrows. 

Kakashi’s mouth drops, shaking his head fast. “Absolutely not, I’d kiss you for days if I could!”

You laugh softly and lean back into his chest. He tightens his hold, heart swelling so big it hurts. It brings him so much joy making dinner with you, even if he still doesn’t realize that it’s not real. He turns you in his arms so you’re facing him and the look in his eyes is so open and loving it makes your breath catch.

“Why are you so gorgeous? It’s not fair…” he mutters, taking your face between his hands and squeezing your cheeks together. He leans in and kisses you like that, not letting you really kiss back with how he’s holding you. 

“I love you,” he says simply. “More than anything.”

You nod, waiting for Kakashi to release your face but that is not happening anytime soon. “Mmph, love ya too, baby.”

Kakashi giggles in his bed when he hears you saying that. He loves dreaming about you, about your pretty face and beautiful voice he has perfectly memorized. He wishes he could stay in those dreams for all his life, because facing you in real life is too scary for him!