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“You don’t have to do that.”
You turned your head to meet a single gray eye as he gathered the extra silverware off the dining table. He walked towards the sink you were standing in front of, carefully placing the dirty dishes in the sink as you ran a small bowl under the faucet.
“It’s fine. I’ll wash while you dry.”
He looked at you for a moment, and even though his face was completely covered from the nose down, his expression seemed to have softened and he made his way towards the cabinets to grab an extra dish cloth. You both stood in comfortable silence with the only sound in the room being the running water and the occasional dish clanking. You hoped that your demeanor came off casual enough that it didn’t convey the real reason why you were stalling. You’ve had many dinners with Kakashi at this point in your relationship, but lately you’ve been trying to find a way to move the relationship to the next level. You knew that dating the Hokage meant that he would be busy, you had your own responsibilities as well, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting frustrated with how little physical contact you’ve shared with him. Neither of you were outwardly affectionate, but you haven’t even shared a first kiss with him despite months of dating. You showed affection for each other in different ways, like buying each other’s favorite snack or leaving notes at each other’s windows, but you were ready for more. The problem was that you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, considering you knew he wore the mask for personal reasons. So instead, you chose the subtle route and hoped that things would spark naturally.
You didn’t even realize you finished the dishes till you heard the water stop, Kakashi’s hand over the handle as he peered over at you.
“Thanks again,” he said while handing you a cloth to dry your hands off with. However, when you went to reach for it, he wrapped the cloth around your hands with his own and gently rubbed it against your skin. You looked up at him, unable to control the heat creeping your cheeks. But just as quickly as the moment came, he let go of your hands and placed the cloth on the counter as if he didn’t just give you heart palpitations. “It’s getting late. Should I walk you home?”
Words were caught in your throat but you composed yourself in time to say, “No, I’ll be fine. Thank you.”
Without another word, you turned to make your way out the kitchen and towards the front door where you left your shoes. You didn’t know if you were upset or embarrassed or a combination of both, but what you did know is that you needed fresh air or you might break. You were giving a passive goodbye over your shoulder as you began to open the door when something shot out from the side of your head, closing the door in front of you. Your eyes turned to see a large hand pressed against the door. You didn’t have the courage to turn and look at him just yet, but luckily he spoke instead.
“You’re upset,” he said matter of factly. “I thought we had a nice evening, but if there’s something I did wrong…”
You exhaled, feeling the guilt rack over your body. But you figured you might as well spit it out. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Kakashi. I’m the problem.”
“Is this some kind of ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ talk,” he said with a level of sarcasm, but when you turned around to face him, you could sense genuine concern.
“No, this isn’t a break up. At all. I just-,” you paused, looking towards the floor, your heart caught in your chest. From your point of view, you could see Kakashi’s feet step forward till he was directly in front of you. His hand reached out to wrap around your wrist, indicating he was waiting patiently for your response. “I was just wondering if it was okay if we kissed?”
He didn’t respond at first, and you thought maybe you had spoken too softly. But when you looked up, he had a stunned look in his eye for a moment before he bursted out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” you scowled up at him. His laughter softened when he saw the scorned look on your face, crossing your arms over your chest in an act of defiance as you glared up at him.
“I’m sorry. I guess I just didn’t expect to be asked that. And so formally too.”
“I was just trying to be considerate!”
His other hand rested on your cheek, completely tearing your guard down as he ran his thumb over the top of your cheekbone, just barely brushing your bottom lashes. Your breath stilled, his touch sparking a feeling that ran through every vein in your body.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded gently. A part of you was slightly disappointed, considering you've never seen his entire face before. But as his face drew near, your eyes fluttered shut and you started to take in the parts of him you could sense. Like his scent, masculine but also unisex with a hint of sweat. The hand that was holding your wrist traveled down to intertwine his long fingers between yours. With how silent the room was, you could just barely hear the fabric of his mask drag down his face, and it took everything in you not to completely melt when you felt his breath against your skin. The side of his nose grazed yours and for a moment, that was the only contact your faces made. It was like there was an invisible energy between your lips that felt both terrifying and thrilling. Kakashi always managed to make your heart leap even if he was doing the simplest tasks, but in this moment you felt like you were burning up with passion.
At first his lips were barely against yours, and you could feel his soft bottom lip push against yours, creating more contact. There seemed to be a moment where you were both contemplating if you should go in deeper before both of you pressed into each other at the same time. The soft wetness of the inside of his lips as it puckered against yours only encouraged you to move closer, and your free hand clutched the side of his shirt, feeling his muscles twitch underneath. You didn't realize how much you were going at it till you pulled away just enough to catch your breath. Your eyes were still firmly shut, mouth agape against his as you tried to steady your breathing. But that was going to be impossible since he decided at that moment to run his tongue around the perimeter of your entire lip. He was doing it in such an agonizingly slow pace that you couldn't help the moan that left your throat. That made him freeze, retracting his tongue as his lips inched away from yours. Embarrassment washed over your entire body, and you mentally kicked yourself for ruining the moment.
His hand was still holding yours as he drew away. You clamped your mouth shut, feeling like you could cry from shame. Finally you heard, “You can open your eyes now.”
Just as you feared, he seemed just as taken aback as you were even from behind his mask. You needed to be anywhere but here at this moment and you gave him a quick goodnight before nearly running out the door.
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Laying in bed that same night, you tossed and turned under your covers for what had to be the hundredth time as you tried to forget everything that happened this evening. It didn’t help that the moon was particularly bright on this night, casting a dim glow across your entire room from the window above your bed. Nothing seemed to work, and you surrendered to laying your back flat on the bed while starring up at the ceiling.
You just had to ruin that nice moment you had with Kakashi. You questioned if you were some kind of secret pervert or just touch starved. And regrettably, you could feel the aching between your legs despite the shame. You didn’t know how long it would take for him to trust you enough to touch you like that again, so you settled on squeezing your thighs together while mentally chastising yourself for being such a pervert.
Suddenly a shadow casted over you, making your entire room grow dark. In an instant, you were upright with your body turned towards the source. However, before your fingers could search for the switchblade you hid under your pillow, a hand waved gently at you from outside. Perplexed, you sat up to open the window.
“Kakashi? What are you doing here?” You asked as he planted one foot on the windowsill before making an effortless leap, landing on the ground besides your bed. The cool wind was blowing against your skin and you shrugged up your covers to conceal more of your body. You were wearing nothing more than a pale blue button up pajama shirt, choosing to opt out of the matching pants before going to bed.
Kakashi was turned towards you, his tall frame hovering above as he looked down at you as if it was normal for him to visit you at this time.
“Well, I kept thinking about our kiss…,” he started and you could’ve sworn the top of his exposed cheek was turning red as he scratched the back of his head.
Your gaze went to the floor as you said, “I’m so sorry about that, I didn’t mean to…. I mean, I didn’t expect to… react like that. I know it was weird for our first kiss, I don’t know what came over me.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, and when you looked up, his brow was squinted.
You shared an equally confused expression, “The...the moan, of course. I promise it won’t happen again-“
Your spine shot up as you felt his hands hold your shoulders. He was bent so he was at eye level with you, looking at you with a level of bewilderment.
“Wait. You thought that was bad?”
“Well, yeah…. You stopped the kiss right after I did it.”
“That was only because I didn’t trust my own actions if I didn’t stop it from there,” he said with a slight huff of a laugh.
You looked at him quizzically for a moment until the meaning of his words finally hit you. “Oh. So… Why are you here now?”
“Because I want to hear more of your moans,” he said boldly as he started to crouch down to the floor. He dragged his hands down from your shoulders and all the way down your arms till your fingers were intertwined with his once again. “I want to kiss you all over, if that’s alright with you.”
“What do you mean?” you were still taken aback that he actually liked what you had done earlier. You were assuming that you would be apologizing to him the next time you saw him, but now things were moving much faster than you could’ve ever expected.
“You’re really gonna make me say it aloud,” you could see the outline of a bashful smile underneath his mask. “I want to eat you out. If that’s okay with you?”
Your eyes widened down at him as you felt your entire face and neck grow warm. You were too stupefied to say anything else other than the first thing that came to your mind, “But what about your mask?”
“I think we can work around that,” he let go of one of your hands so he could pull your sheets back. He looked from your pajama shirt to the string of your underwear hugging your hip to your bare legs. If you had known your night was going to turn out like this, you would’ve picked out something more sexy to wear, but the way he took in every inch of your body like he was committing it to memory sent a flutter to your stomach.
He used his hands to gently guide your legs off the bed. He kept his eye on your face the entire time as he moved his hands to your hips, pulling them to the edge of the bed till they were mere inches away from his face. He finally looked down to gaze at your bare thighs, his fingers massaging into the soft inner flesh. You tilted your head back, brows knotted as you kept your mouth clamped shut to suppress your whimpering.
“Don’t hold back, I want to hear everything,” he said as he grabbed onto your forearms. You were being pushed back till you were holding yourself up by your elbows. You watched as he trailed his clothed nose down your body, stopping just at the hem of your panties before he backed up. You knew you were wet before he even arrived, but from the way his eye widened, it must’ve soaked through the fabric of your panties. With one hand grasping your hip, he let the other trail down your pelvic bone, only stopping at your mound to lift all but one finger. He looked back up at you, his expression asking if it was okay for him to continue, and you gave him a breathless nod.
He dragged his finger slowly down your clothed pussy, and your whole body gave an uncontrollable shiver. He gripped your hip tighter as he dragged his finger back up, stopping at the wet spot to run small circles over it. You ached for more, and luckily he pulled back to take your panties off. He placed them on the bed and sat back to look at your pussy, which was already glistening with wetness. You watched him nervously, but as he took in the sight of you, he seemed to have a look of hunger.
His finger hooked under his mask, and for a moment you were too distracted to remember the position you were in. His face was moving closer to your apex and he lowered his mask enough to reveal his other eye. It was the same color as the other one, but there was a long scar running down the center of it. Your clit pulsed uncontrollably and Kakashi paused, seeming to take notice before looking up at you with shock in his eyes.
“I kinda have a thing for scars. Yours is so beautiful,” you said shyly, resting your cheek on your shoulder.
“I’ve never had it described like that, but thank you,” he said with a laugh. You wish you could’ve seen what you had to assume was a smile between your legs, but he was keeping his face strategically hidden. It was both frustrating and arousing.
As he inched closer to you, his hand traveled up your side, gently pushing up your night shirt. As cool air hit your bare stomach, you brought your hand over his, stopping his movement. His eyes darted up with worry, but you gave him a sly grin as you said, “If you get to keep some mystery, so do I.”
“Fair enough,” he said while bringing his hands down to your hips, angling them forward as his mouth made contact with your sex.
Just the pressure alone made you quiver, but when you blinked the stars out of your vision, you finally registered that he was taking his time sucking on your inner labia. His mouth would drag up and down, but never losing the tight suction he had on you until he moved to the other side. Your calf muscles flexed on either side of him and his thumbs started to run patterns on the squishy flesh of your hips.
He knew exactly where you wanted his mouth next, but right as he was about to reach your throbbing bud, he dove his face in deep, pushing his tongue inside of you. He loved the noise that seemed to be ripped from your body, filling the whole room and hopefully out the open window too. Your hips were shaking wildly against him, and he brought it under control by pushing them lightly back and forth. He controlled the way your body rocked against him, your breasts bouncing from underneath the thin material of your shirt. The sight of you being fucked with his tongue elicited a deep groan from him, and you felt every bit of it. You cried out his name in the dark and that’s when he decided he needed to completely unravel you.
Still pushing your body against his with one hand, he brought his other up to place his thumb on your clit. He used the rhythm he created with your body to apply pressure to your swollen bud whenever his tongue was farthest out of you. Even though you were always unapologetically yourself, dating the Hokage brought attention to you that made you practice patience and measure your reactions around others in the village. However, in this moment, he’d never seen you so blissed out and carefree. Your shoulders were thrown back as your chest heaved below you, legs rocking on either side of him with the occasionally clenching of your thighs above his head. It was all so beautiful and he cursed himself for waiting so long to do this.
“Kakashi! ” you exclaimed when his hand and mouth suddenly switched places. He curled his middle finger in you, not taking long to find your sweet spot. His lips reached your clit, tongue sending you into a spiral as you gripped the sheets beside you. You were getting close, and although he didn’t change his pace, he imagined himself saying all the things he wanted to say to you before this moment against your clit. How much you meant to him, how many times he wanted to reach out and touch you, how many times he wanted to show himself fully. He was going to make a conscious effort to get you to know the real him, and tonight just felt like the start.
Even though you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, there was something in the way he was eating you out with such vigor in these past few minutes that made your orgasm creep up on you without you even knowing. Your hand shot out and curled in his silver hair, thighs desperately trying not to close him out as they shuttered besides his ears. Both of his eyes were on you as you let out a high pitched gasp, his fingers and mouth still working you through your orgasm.
Your arms gave out on you and you fell back onto the bed. By the time you had steadied your breath, Kakashi was already on his feet, mask on in its usual place. Your eyebrows were raised as you sat up, “Are you sure that… I mean, do you want to wash up first?”
“I don’t feel the need to. This makes me feel like your panties are on my face,” and he had the audacity to wink.
Your jaw fell open as he patted the top of your head, acting completely nonchalant as he placed a foot on your windowsill.
“Wait,” you said in a hurry, but slumped down on your side, your sleep shirt rising up to show your bare hipbone. “I could return the favor… if you want…”
At the idea of that, Kakashi swallowed, making his Adam’s apple bob in his throat before he composed himself. “I would take you up on that, but I think the level of mystery we’ve retained tonight is more than enough. Besides, I have to meet up with my team soon.”
“At this time of night?!”
“A Hokage’s job is never done,” he squinted, bastard giving you a smile.
“So I was just a pit stop on the way to your destination?”
He seemed to ponder that for a moment before saying, “I’d call it dine ‘n dash.”
You reached back to throw a pillow at him but by the time you turned around to throw it, there was no one at your window. You crawled over to look out into the empty streets, but didn’t see any sign of him, not even the sound of footsteps. You gave up on your search, closing your window and dropping back into your bed. This time, there were no more lingering thoughts and sleep found you easily.
Kakashi was grateful you didn’t look up when your head poked out the window, or else you would’ve seen him squatted on the side of your building like a spider. He gave it a moment before finally checking to see if you were asleep, which you were. He admired how peaceful you looked sprawled out in the center of the bed till he caught the time on your clock hanging on the wall across from him.
He was definitely going to be late.