Inspiration! 🍋 Kakashi x Reader

1. Takashi of The Hidden Trees 🍋

Oral. Nsfw. 

Kakashi and You are 27.

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Kakashi is sat on a wooden bench facing the river, while you sit with your outstretched legs on the grass in front of it. Snacks and a couple drinks placed on the seat of the bench in between you two, you both munch on a chip arbitrarily.

While he reads his book, you smooth yours on the empty part of the seat, writing in it. Occasionally, you pause to think, or scribble out words.

Despite being on a mission, it had been rather slow. The informant you two were supposed to meet was running late; 4 hours late to be exact.

It would take 3 days to get back home and neither of you could wait to climb into your own beds.

His gaze slowly rolls down to watch you, curious. Before speaking, he returns to his own book. "What are you writing?" He asks in a nearly flat tone, just a hint of interest.

Grinning, you speak, still scribbling down words, "It's a romance novel. I've been working on it for awhile, it's cathartic and fills the time. If that pervert Jiraiya can do it so successfully, surely I can. Though, I think it might be more tailored toward women."

Once again, Kakashi glimpses over at your book. He tries to make out some of the words, but fails as he notices your hand spread flat on both pages. A soft hum escapes him as an acknowledgement of your explanation.

Rising suddenly, you stretch your arms up and out, sighing, "Ahh man, I wish this guy would hurry up. I'd rather just be on the road home already. How hard is it to be on time? I get late but three hours?"

Kakashi sighs, soft pink tainting his cheeks when you smirk down at him, knowing he himself is always late.

"Yeah....it is a bit bothersome."

You sigh again, "Alright. I gotta use the restroom, I'll be right back. You want anything else from the café? I think I'm gonna get an iced tea or something."

"No thank you." He smiles up at you with his eye.

You stroll off across the road, entering the café, placing an order for an iced tea and a sandwich before heading toward the restroom.

-----------Kakashi------------

Squinting at his book, he tries to suppress the piqued interest he now had in your book. He casts a brief glance over at the café, quickly picking up the book you had been writing in. Staring at the cover, his fingers carefully opened it. A few moments of reading pass, and his eye widens.

Takashi, a powerful Jonin of the Village Hidden in the Trees. He was a strong, calm, and collected ninja. A bachelor all his life, many women swooned at his mere glance. They would stare at him, awestruck. His strong physique, complimented by his white hair and masked face. His headband hung over his left eye, inviting curious eyes from almost everyone.

"Is this.....me?" He thinks to himself, now gripping the pages in between his fingers tightly.

Y/N, the only one in the entire world to ever catch his eye. She had simple, generic, vague features. Absolutely nothing stood out about her.

"Y/N?....This looks nothing like her." Now squinting in a focused glare, he lets out a heavy breath. Swiftly, he flutters the pages and lands on the last page of the book, where you had stopped writing.

Takashi spread his legs out in front of the bench, Y/N's head resting on his lap as she sat in between his legs on the grass in front of him. His fingers traced down her jaw delicately, tilting her chin up. He smiles at her and leans down, sliding his mask down just below his lips to plant a soft one on the girls. "Only for you...."