Thread by @alhollandwrites

#kakasaku | nsfw | college au
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When Sakura suggests they take a break from studying and watch a movie, Kakashi is reluctant but inevitably agrees.

That was probably his first mistake.

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He has a feeling he shouldn’t have agreed to this early on, but he can’t quite place why. Eventually, the nervous knot in his stomach does ease, though, and he convinces himself he’s just being paranoid.

She’s leaned over toward the arm rest of the couch, her head resisting against it while he sits as far back as possible against the other side, but the thing is, this couch is really not that big, and a couple of things have grown very apparent to him.

One, Sakura must have a far more evolved sense of humour than he does, because he cannot for the life of him understand why she is giggling so much.

Two, her shorts are much shorter than he initially thought.

This is made obvious as she continued to stretch out and lounge on her side of the couch, which promptly brings about a third revelation.

He’s hard.

He tries to scoot further back but there’s just no escaping her and her shorts as they ride further and further up into places Kakashi should not be thinking about.

And then she giggles and wriggles some more and her plush ass is pressed to his outer thigh.

Is she doing this on purpose? He can’t really tell.

They’ve kissed before, sure. Just a couple of times, and it wasn’t terribly romantic or passionate. The first time was during a game of truth or dare.

The second was under a bit of mistletoe, and it only happened because Obito had forced their heads together so hard they ended up smashing their noses against each other’s. It would’ve been funny if his nose hadn’t bled all over her.

So, yeah, this situation was confusing. But her ass was definitely pressed up against his thigh, and he dick was /definitely/ hard.

“It’s not that hard,” Sakura huffs in frustration, so worked up that her body jolts and her lower half is more on him than it is off him, now.

“W-what?” he croaks, glancing down at his crotch.

“This guy!” she cries, gesturing wildly to the television.

“He’s making his life so much more difficult than it needs to be!”

Kakashi sinks down in relief, slumping into the couch.

This is his second mistake.

He’s slipped out of his defensive position and right under her. Literally, because she wiggles to accommodate him and now her ass is practically in his lap, where things really are /that hard/

and all he can think about doing is dislodging her shorts from where they’re buried between her legs.

He doesn’t do it on purpose. He doesn’t /mean to do it/, really, but his hands move with a mind of their own, and before he knows it, they’re on her.

One on her thigh and one on her back. The smile she shoots him over her shoulder does nothing to dissuade him.

He’s not sure what’s worse; the twitching of his fingers, grasping her soft skin, or the twitching in his pants.

Sakura pushing back a little further and sighs softly.

His hips jump at the sound, and—fuck, she probably felt him on her, there’s no way she didn’t—

“Come closer,” she giggles out, lacing her fingers with the hand he has in her thigh and dragging it up to her stomach.

He has no choice but to follow.

Now what?

This has to be the most awkward cuddle of his life, which is saying something, because the last time he cuddled with someone, he was sandwiched between Gai and Genma on a camping trip.

At least he hadn’t been rocking a hard-on in that situation.

Her hand, still twined with his, starts moving, and in its current position, there are really only two directions she can go—both of them dangerous and have his heartbeat accelerating.

She chooses downward.

Kakashi’s dick twitches very obviously and she giggles again.

/Fuck./

“W-what—?”

“We have to be quiet,” she says softly, which only confuses him further.

“My aunt is just upstairs in the study,” she continues, as if she isn’t slipping his hand into her shorts, as if she hasn’t forgone underwear, as if she isn’t grinding her ass up against him.

Kakashi throws caution to the wind and decides that this must be a rare blessing from life, and who is he to turn it down?

This is his third mistake.

He’s muffling his moans into Sakura’s shoulder while she chokes back her own, and he thinks they’re doing a pretty good job of keeping quiet, until they aren’t.

Maybe the moans aren’t loud, but Sakura is wet, her ass is soft, and Kakashi is sort of mesmerized by how it bounces.

So maybe he loses himself a little in the act—in the view of his length sliding in and out between her cheeks, in how pink her skin has gone from the slap of his thighs against it, in how she’s rubbing at her own breasts and biting hard into her bottom lip.

“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, breaking off with a broken, squeaky hum as she does just that, burying her face in the couch to muffle her moans.

Kakashi’s not far behind her, he can practically taste it—his body is tensing as hers tightens and convulses under and around him—

He screws his eyes shut and bites into the back of her shoulder to keep from grunting as he pumps into her deep and hard—

She gasps, and it’s loud, but Kakashi is too close to care about that—

This is his fourth, and final mistake.

He’s inside her and it feels fucking heavenly, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this fucking good, and then, just as unexpectedly as it started, it stops.

Kakashi’s eyes snap open as he hits the ground, and he can see Sakura’s pink head as she hides her face under her hands.

At the back of his mind, he registers that it’s strange she’s covering her face when the rest of her is practically naked, but he doesn’t really have time to ruminate on that before someone else enters his field of vision.

The first thing that occurs to Kakashi is that he has the honour of meeting Sakura’s illustrious aunt with his dick out.

The second is that she’s kicking him out, literally, her boot is on his back and he’s flying out the front door.

It wouldn’t be so bad, except that his dick is still out, and he’s stumbling toward the sidewalk with his pants around his ankles while an angry, middle-aged blonde woman curses him out with the most imaginative language he’s ever heard.

Kakashi doesn’t know if he should beg for his car keys and book bag or if he should just walk the fifteen kilometres back to his own house, but he can see Sakura yanking her aunt back into the house as he desperately tries to button his pants up.

The door slams and Kakashi is finally able to catch his breath. He’s still debating what to do about his books and his car keys when Sakura suddenly dashes out, fully dressed and carrying his belongings.

Her face is bright red but she’s doing a remarkable job pretending like nothing has happened.

“Sorry about that,” she says, handing him his things.

“Uh,” he replies, because he is unequipped to handle this situation.

Sakura stands there for a few seconds, pursing her lips in thought before she hops forward and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He too stunned to do anything by the time it’s over.

“She wants you to come over for dinner next week,” she blurts out, further shocking him.

“Me?”

“Yeah,” she says with a nervous giggle. They stand there for another few moments of tense silence.

“Would you…?” she prompts, her face turning a worrying shade of red.

“Um…sure?” he agrees, wondering if this is yet another mistake, but Sakura sags in relief.

“Okay,” she chirps. “Um, are you allergic to anything?”

“I can’t eat dairy,” he answers, dazedly. He wonders vaguely if this is a fever dream.

Sakura nods and he thinks she’s about to kiss him again when the front door opens with a bang once more and Sakura is scurrying away.

Her aunt glares at him as he gets in his car, and drives away.

She serves a three-cheese pasta the following week, and when she offers Kakashi a hearty bowl of seconds, he cannot refuse.

Considering the stain on her couch, he thinks the punishment is well-deserved.

Still, that doesn’t stop him from doing it again three weeks later.

fin~

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