Kakashi x Reader [English]

🍋 Chapter 34

(Art from @armr_kkir on twitter)

"C'mon, now you're doing it on purpose" Kakashi complained from the couch, once again. I rolled my eyes while I finished cleaning the table, inevitably bending slightly over the table.

"I've been 'doing it on purpose' all week" I answered as I was finally done. He sighed.

It had already been a week since Kakashi was released from the hospital, and he had been horny since the same moment we got home. Okay, he was normally always horny, that was something I found out after a month of dating him. He always looked cool and unbothered, but no matter the place, he was always down to have sex. Especially if he was reading any of his books, which because he hadn't been able to do anything else due to his wounds, it had become something even more common. So now he was even hornier, especially if you added to that the fact that he hadn't been able to have sex for a week.

"(Y/n)" he called me, slight desperation noticeable through his words "I swear to God, I'm fine. It's been a week, the wound's healed, there isn't even barely a scar"

"Then. Why. Did. Tsunade. Say. Two. Weeks" I said poking his forehead with my pointing and middle finger.

He rolled his eyes but snatched my hand with his. He pulled it to his chest, making me fall slightly on top of him, but I managed to put my knee on the sofa for support, just right in between his legs; and my other hand on his shoulder.

Now his eyes were looking at mines from up close, shimmering with longing as they flickered down to my lips, and then up again. He seemed like he was going to say one of the lines from the books that he normally used in that seductive tone of his, but instead, he approached his lips to my collarbone and nipped there sensually, licking and sucking a couple of times before actually talking.

"Why don't we check whether my condition is enough to make you scream my name" he said lowly as his lips neared my ear, pulling me closer to his lap by my waist. I finally fell completely on him because of that action and ended up straddling him completely

"Kakashi..." I called him, half giving in the pleasure of his lips on my skin, but still half worried about his well-being.

"That's the spirit... Now I want it louder" he said, gripping his hands harsher on my hips while grinding me against the hard tent under his pants, all while also kissing my neck with a grin.

I inevitably let go of a small moan as my own hips pressed against his bulge, craving for that contact. His palm cupped my cheek, from time to time caressing my neck and hair with his slightly cold fingers as we kissed more hungrily. Going back and forth as we kissed.

Slowly, the more we put ourselves unconsciously comfortable on the sofa, the lower his hand would go. Slowly, he was touching every inch of my skin as a delicate piece of art, now taking off my shirt. And slowly, once he stared at my naked firm breasts due to the slight coldness of the weather, he caressed them almost as if he was trying to make them warm. He caressed my collarbone and shoulders, and slightly squeezed my breast. He then released my lips from his and without giving neither of us a small break to breath, he nipped at my neck while giving a slightly harder squeeze around my other breast.

His mouth traveled up almost to my ear, making sure I listened to his cracking breaths arousing me more and more by the moment. Meanwhile, the cold tips of his fingers were still exploring every inch of my upper body, from my stomach to my lower back, and then up my nipples again. He knew exactly how and where to touch me to make me want him more. And I don't only mean sexually, but also just proximity. He knew exactly what he had to do to make me want to be closer to him, to feel his skin on mine; to just want him completely.