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#kakasaku | nsfw | contains: (sort of?) fake dating, accidental voyeurism, improper use of shadow clones, orgasm denial

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"You look good together," the restaurant owner said with a warm smile as Sakura was forced, yet again, to pay for Kakashi's tab.

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If she had a ryo for every time she heard that, she wouldn't be mad about having to constantly pay for his meals.

She clamped down on her annoyance; it wasn't this lady's fault that Kakashi was a cheap bastard, and she'd made a common mistake.

At this point, Sakura hardly corrected people for it anymore. Why people were so keen to gossip about the Hokage dating his former student, versus the fact that the Hokage was a stingy son of a bitch was beyond her. Only one of those things was veritably true.

But she supposed they did look good together. Objectively speaking. Kakashi was annoying, but he was handsome. Tall. Fit. Mysterious. Girls loved that crap.

And Sakura had come a long way in accepting that she was something of a hot commodity herself. Kakashi would be so lucky.

Not to mention, they really did spend almost every waking minute of the day together. As much as she harped on and on about how infuriating he was, she sought his company out a little too often for him to take it to heart.

People seemed to think it was the feminist in her that insisted she pay for all their outings. When they said that, she couldn't even argue, because how could she?

So, for better or worse, the village was under the impression that Haruno Sakura was dating the Rokudaime Hokage.

And, in a shocking turn of events, people seemed to only have favourable things to say on the matter. None of her other (failed) relationships had ever been so well-received. It was bullshit, really. What did she get out of this? No man would come near her now.

Kakashi was the suave older man, dating a hot piece of ass, and she was just Sakura, but with less money in her wallet. Bullshit. She couldn't even get laid.

But Kakashi found it all rather funny, and had just rolled with the punches. And then he'd made some dickish comment

about how she would probably nip it in the bud because she was too neurotic to let it go unanswered, which had spoken directly to the stupid, petty, competitive part of her brain that could not allow him to be correct.

But at least they looked good together.

It was her only consolation in this—knowing that they made a cute couple as they walked side by side through the village, bickering. Knowing that the village was speculating on how pretty their babies would be. How strong. How smart.

That soothed her ego a bit.

The not getting laid was still a problem, though. She wondered if Kakashi had that problem. Considering he was an antisocial perv, she supposed not.

"You should just fuck him," Ino suggested, drunkenly leaning across the table to shout in Sakura's face. "Bet he lays good pipe."

"Ew," Sakura said primly, though she'd be lying if she said she hadn't already considered that on one of her lonelier nights.

"No way Copy Ninja Kakashi hasn't learned a thing or two along the way, ya know?" Ino continued, musing now for her own benefit more than Sakura's.

He probably did know a thing or two, but she just couldn't imagine the Kakashi she knew showing that kind of initiative in the bedroom. He seemed perfectly content with his books and his hand.

But if he /did/ show that kind of initiative...

It was a dangerous train of thought, but once she started down that route, she couldn't stop. She'd seen him get passionate before—usually when he was fighting for his life, but surely there were other things that got his blood pumping.

He seemed to enjoy spars well enough. The few times she'd seen his face in the midst of a brawl, he'd had this edge to his smile that kind of made her head spin. She wondered what his smile would look like if he had her pinned down to a mattress instead of the dirt.

Or, hell, maybe he was into the outdoor thing. Maybe he had thought about moving his kunai from her neck and running it through her clothes, leaving her naked and panting beneath him. Maybe he liked to fight for it. It certainly explained why he enjoyed her company so much.

So maybe he wasn't as aloof as everyone thought. She couldn't deny that there were...moments.

Moments when she felt a thrill of heat shoot through her when his hand landed too low on her back, too tightly on her waist, too high on her thigh.

When his eyes lingered a little too long on her legs, or her ass, or anywhere, really. Sometimes she caught his gaze, and instead of looking away like a normal person, he would hold it for a few seconds, until she felt like she couldn't breathe.

So, yeah. There were moments.

And then there were /events/.

If moments were subtle, intangible, infrequent, and unintentional, then she could only classify these other happenings as events.

The way he bracketed her to his side in crowded rooms to whisper in her ear, his masked lips brushing against her ear.

The soft sweep on his thumb against her hip as he held her close. The feeling of his lips tilting in a smirk when she shivered. The teasing lilt of his voice when he called her /Sakura-chan./

Patting his desk and inviting her to hoist herself up and sit in front of him.

Running his hands over the sides of her body and up her arms before pinning her wrists down over her head in a spar.

The little zaps of lightning he poked her with to get her attention when she was deep in thought, shooting through her, making her gasp.

Sakura plopped face down into her pillow and screamed. He was probably messing with her—take her money, her eligibility, and her sanity.

Bull. Shit.

She flopped over onto her back to glare up at the ceiling, hoping it would reveal the answer to all her problems.

It did not.

Not at all surprising, but still incredibly frustrating. And, as if dealing with the onslaught of thoughts surrounding Kakashi wasn't bad enough, she had Ino's voice in her ear, too.

/You should just fuck him./

Sakura scoffed. Easier said than done.

There could be massive fallout from something like that. Not to mention, just the idea of walking up to him and blurting out "hey, Kakashi! Wanna bang?" almost made her spiral out of control.

No, it was off the table. There were too many potential consequences.

There was no undo button, or /try again/, or practice run. No way to explore the possibility without consequence—

"I am a genius," she whispered to herself, knowing full well that the idea that had just struck her was idiotic at best, and a huge breach of trust at worst.

She shouldn't do it. If the tables were turned, she would have been furious. If she ever found out that any of her comrades had used her like this, she would have far fewer comrades.

But, still. The option was there, nagging at her.

Was it really so bad?

She would be doing it to herself. She was the only party involved, really. Except that she wouldn't exactly /look/ like herself. But that was just semantics, right? It was still her.

Her stomach twisted with guilt as she formed the seals and sprouted off a shadow clone.

The clone stood at the foot of her bed, eyebrow raised and hip cocked out, eyeing her with unbridled judgement.

What a bitch.

"Don't look at me like that. Do the henge," Sakura grumbled.

Her clone rolled her eyes but complied, leaving a slouchy, but still judgemental, Kakashi

in her place.

It was fine. It was just herself. Looking like Kakashi. With his dark eyes, and gravity-defying hair, and cool demeanour.

The impatient foot tapping was all her, though. That little bit of herself made her exhale in relief.

Maybe it was a little messed up, but no one would ever know. And it was just this once. This was her test run. It would go horribly, she would feel immense guilt, and then never broach the topic again.

But she had to admit, he looked pretty good standing at the foot of her bed.

She wasn't sure what her clone was playing at, having him in only his masked shirt, gloves and pants, which were hanging a little too low to be decent. She'd never seen anyone so covered up look so slutty. It made her giggle.

"What's so funny?"

That put an end to the giggling.

She hadn't considered the way his voice would affect her—low and smooth, with an edge of authority. She sat up straighter on her bed, facing him and feeling strangely timid.

/Get it together, it's just a clone,/ she told herself.

"Do you find me amusing, Sakura-chan?" he said, stepping closer, arms crossed over his chest—which, wow, had those always been so nice? She must have been paying closer attention than she thought, because the henge was /flawless/.

"N-no, Kakashi," she stammered.

Sakura's throat went dry as the mask came down, revealing the smirk her ear was well-acquainted with.

"So familiar, Sakura-chan. Where are your manners?" he said, stepping closer until his knees were pressed against her bed and then beckoning her forward.

"Kakashi-sensei," she corrected breathlessly, scrambling forward in a clumsy crawl to kneel in front of him.

His eyebrows went up in surprise. "I was going for /sama/, but if that's what you want..."

"A suffix is the least of our concerns right now," Sakura huffed.

The clone laughed, sending another thrill through Sakura. How many times had she heard him laugh? Countless, but she had never thought of it in this context. It was always just a nice sound. But this...

His gloved hand reached out to cradle her chin, tilting her face up at him.

"Before we start," he said softly, "there's one thing we need to go over."

"Your my clone, I don't think we'll need safe words—"

"Gods, and you call Kakashi a perv!" the clone snapped, the henge falling and leaving Sakura staring up at an irate version of herself.

"I was talking about his dick," she said, gesturing crudely to her crotch. "We don't exactly have a frame of reference."

"Just make it nice," Sakura said, shrugging helplessly. This was really killing her vibe.

"Well, I wasn't planning on giving him a chode!"

"But /some/ direction would be nice. Length and width? Curve? Cut or uncut?" the clone asked, eyebrows inching higher and higher on her forehead.

Sakura felt herself blush.

"Um—I guess, just a little above average. Slight curve to the left, and—um—uncut."

With a satisfied nod, Kakashi returned. Sakura heaved a sigh of relief.

"Kiss me," she ordered, feeling a little more relaxed in this bizarre situation now that she'd worked out some of the frustration in a good argument.

Kakashi was smirking as his lips descended onto hers.

Kissing Kakashi was nice, though it was hard not to think about whether that was because it was him, or because she was kissing herself. Though, his lips were soft and his jaw felt strong at her fingertips, which was pleasant, to say the least.

His tongue unfurling against hers quieted the frantic questions bubbling up in her mind as the heat bubbling in her belly roared to life.

She gripped the loose fabric of his mask gathered around his neck and yanked him forward until he was on the bed with her,

his body hovering over hers, holding himself up on his hands and knees and refusing to break the kiss. He nipped sharply at her lip in retaliation, which was a very Kakashi-like move, she thought. It had her writhing beneath him more desperately than she wanted to admit.

She tugged uselessly at his shirt and pants, wanting more but being; a) too overwhelmed to do anything about it, and b) too frustrated to figure out what she wanted to do to begin with.

"Too many clothes!" she barked, shoving at his chest until he was sitting back

on his haunches, laughing at her. Even when she was pretending to be him, he was annoying.

But he did comply, shedding his shirt and tossing it somewhere off the side of the bed while she scrambled to do the same.

"Eager," he remarked, watching in amusement as she shimmied out of her shorts.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before," she grumbled, laying back on the bed once she was in her naked glory.

The clone hummed, appraising her as if he /hadn't/ seen it all before.

It was making her heart race, thinking about how Kakashi would actually react if faced with a naked Sakura. Probably just like the clone was, she imagined. She knew him too damn well.

He was considering her carefully, his eyes wandering her body as if it were a battlefield,

plotting the best course of action, the most devastating method of attack.

It was maddening.

"Just fucking touch me!" she burst, snatching his wrists in her hands and slamming his palms over her breasts.

"Romantic," he said dryly.

"I just need to get this out of my system," she seethed.

"You sure about that?"

"Gods, you're fucking annoying. No wonder you don't have a boyfriend," she muttered.

"You're just insulting yourself, you realize that, right?" he asked, shaking his head as he fondled her breasts.

"Get a move on, or I'll replace you with a more obedient clone," she threatened, arching up into his hands.

The clone heeded her warning, falling back into character as he leaned down to kiss her, his fingers gently twisting her nipples until she was mewling into his mouth.

"More," she sighed, letting her hands roam over his muscular back and over his ass, gripping him over his pants. He rolled his hips into hers, letting her feel the carefully created shape of him against her core.

"Gods, /more,/" she begged, pushing his hand down along her torso.

"Manners," he teased, his fingers tapping just above her seam. She nearly screamed.

"/Touch me, sensei,/" she whined. "Please."

She felt the huff of his laugh hit her neck as he sunk his teeth into her at the same time his finger slid between her folds.

She keened softly, feeling the instant relief of finally being touched wash over her, but just as soon as it did, the tension returned tenfold.

He circled lightly around her clit, brushing over it softly every now and again, making her body jump each time.

She clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as she writhed, rocking her hips in tandem with his fingers.

"More," she gasped. He flicked over her clit repeatedly until she was moaning into his mouth between sloppy kisses.

Then, before she could say it, he slipped two long fingers inside her, pumping and crooking in a measured pace, consistent and maddening.

"Does that feel good, Sakura-chan? Do you like it when sensei touches you?"

/Fuck/, she really was a perv.

He pumped into her faster.

"Tell me how good it feels, Sakura-chan," he murmured, licking a thick stripe up the side of her neck before taking her earlobe between his teeth.

"S-s-sssooooo good," she moaned. "Want you to fuck me."

He hummed but made no move to oblige her.

"Please, sensei," she whimpered, arching off the bed to try and push her hips against his. "I need your cock inside me. Wanna cum on it."

She almost surprised herself with the words coming out of her mouth. She'd never been one for dirty talk before, not like this.

All this, "please, sensei," and "fuck me, sensei," and "make me cum, sensei" was new for her.

But hell, she was already this deep into it, see might as well give it her all. And once his pants came down, gods, there was no going back.

It shouldn't have surprised her that it was such a pretty cock—it had been designed just for her, after all—but, fuck, it was embarrassing how bad she wanted it.

"Can I suck it, sensei?" she heard herself ask as she took his cock in her hand, sweeping her thumb over the tip

to spread the bead of precum along his length. Kakashi's thumb brushed over her cheek as he knelt over her, his lips tilting in a crooked, soft smile.

"You can do whatever you want, angel. It's just for you."

Strictly speaking, that was true in the most literal sense,

but it alluded to an innuendo that had her pulse spiking. She kept her eyes locked on his face as his cock slipped between her lips, slowly sliding until he hit the back of her throat.

The tight clench of his jaw, the way his head rolled back, and the shaky breath that slipped

through his teeth had her moaning around him.

It didn't last long. A few bobs of her head, and he was pulling her off.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep going," he groaned, panting as he stared down at her. She hoped she made a pretty picture, gazing up wide-eyed

with her lips stretched around the tip of his cock. If nothing else, when this was all over she would have some interesting insights into the experience she offered her sexual partners.

She hummed as she pulled off with a hard suck, smiling as his hips followed after her.

"I'd rather you cum inside me, sensei," she cooed, scooting up the bed and lying back with her legs parted, waiting.

She giggled as he pounced, his kiss heated and his hands eager as he gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wider to accommodate him.

She moaned, writhing against him as she felt the pressure of his tip at her entrance, barely prodding, wet from her mouth and cool from the air in her bedroom.

"Yes, yes—please, sensei, please fuck me," she muttered, lifting her hips for better access.

"Gonna fuck you s—"

With a poof, the clone disappeared.

Sakura stayed still, wondering what the fuck had just happened, wondering if she had dreamt the whole thing.

And then a tap at her window startled her out of her reverie.

"Mah, Sakura-chan, I'm not sure how to feel about all this."

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Kakashi led a generally predictable life. At least, he led a generally predictable /adult/ life. Being Hokage leant itself to a certain routinely lifestyle that he jived with pretty well. Who knew a quiet, simple life was for him?

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There were a couple of outliers, the most consistent being Sakura. She always shook things up a bit, but usually in a way that made for an interesting day, and not a total shock to his system.

This? Nothing predictable about it. He was feeling all shock, no peace and quiet.

There was nothing simple about the way she had her legs in the air, wrapped around /his/ waist, begging for /him/ to fuck her, even though he was stupidly standing outside her apartment on a tree branch.

Part of him wondered if he should feel angry. Ashamed. Objectified.

Mostly, he was intrigued.

Sakura was a beautiful woman, of course. He wasn't blind, deaf, or dumb. He enjoyed her company for many reasons, one of which being the view he got when she inevitably stormed away in a huff.

That right there was predictability at its finest.

Secretly, he enjoyed the ongoing assumption that he and Sakura were together. Even more secretly, he encouraged it. At first, he'd only done it to mess with her, because that had become one of his favourite pastimes as Hokage.

It also happened to be a nice little ego boost.

Physical appearance aside, Sakura was well-respected, highly sought-after, and a general catch. If people wanted to assume the two of them made a good couple, well, he wasn't going to argue.

Plus, it pissed her off immensely. And he enjoyed that above all else.

But then he realized the correlation between their outings and Sakura's dating—i.e. she didn't. A shame for her, he supposed, but a benefit to him. Call him selfish, but he rather enjoyed their time together, and he would gladly take as much of it as he could.

A sexually frustrated Sakura was a mean one, but she was fiery, passionate, and explosive. It was a danger to his life, and he loved every second of it.

It wasn't until his games started turning back around on him that he realized the trap he'd laid for himself.

Her sly, sidelong glances, the little flick she gave her hair to sweep it over her shoulder before ducking down to read over his, the mischievous glint in her eye, the teasing crawl of her fingers on his wrists and forearms.

He nearly banished her from the village.

But this? The revelation that she would fantasize about spreading her legs for him and calling him /sensei/ was almost too much for him. He had grown accustomed to this routine—

Wake up, light exercise, be 45 minutes late to the office just to piss off Shikamaru, enjoy a cup of tea.

Wait an hour for Sakura to stomp into his office with more tea and some sort of breakfast fare, insisting that he did not take care of himself,

complain that she made the tea too weak, watch her storm off.

Meetings. More meetings. Late for a meeting.

Be inexplicably on time to meet Sakura for lunch. Peruse the menu for just long enough that he was certain she'd snap his head off,

then proceed to order the same thing he always ordered. Dash away, claiming to be late for a meeting (the truth), leaving her with the bill.

Patiently wait in his office until she was done with her daily appointments and then allow her to drag him off to the training grounds,

where they would play cat and mouse for however long their energy allowed it. Collapse in the dirt, under her or on top, depending on the day.

That was probably his favourite part of his day; just laying in the grass with her, breathless, smiling, and sweaty.

He was rethinking that, now, though, because laying in bed with her, breathless, smiling, and sweaty, looked a whole lot better.

At first, his instincts told him to walk away. This was a private moment. Gods knew he'd had plenty of his own that he would not want Sakura privy to.

Granted, he had the good sense to close the blinds, but still. The less sensible part of him was grateful for her negligence, because he wanted to see this.

Overall, his initial instincts lost. It was basically him, anyway, right? That pretty much gave him the right to watch.

Okay, that was a stretch, but he couldn't get his feet to move. And then she said it—

"/Please, sensei, need your cock inside me./"

After that, there was no hope for him leaving with his dignity intact. So, he would watch. And he did.

He watched as she kissed him, moaned for him, ran her hands all over his body. Watched as she took his length in her hands and begged to put it in her mouth. Watched as her lips stretched around him, as he bottomed out in her throat, only to retreat.

He shook his head. He supposed it was understandable that Sakura's clone wouldn't have lasted long in that situation, but what a waste.

"/I'd rather you cum inside me, sensei./"

That was the breaking point.

It seemed a shame to let Sakura half-ass this fantasy. So, just as the clone was about to thrust in, as Sakura was mewling and begging beneath him, her legs wide and body wanting, he flicked a senbon clean through the window and into the clone's chest.

The little jolt her body gave as she gasped was almost distracting enough for him to forget to be mildly annoyed that she had gone the route of a clone when she could have had the real thing.

Almost.

He landed quietly on her windowsill, biting back a laugh at the shock on her face.

"Mah," he said with a weary sigh, "Sakura-chan, I'm not sure how to feel about all this."

Sakura gaped at him, lips moving wordlessly as she clutched around the bed for some purchase.

By the time she managed to pry a sheet out from under her and cover herself, he was standing in her room.

He should have thought this through a little more thoroughly, because the /smell/ of her was everywhere. It was intoxicating. He could almost drown in it.

"Hm? Cat got your tongue?" he teased.

Sakura managed a squeak in reply.

"Shame. You had so much to say earlier," he said with another sigh.

Her body flushed red, from the top of her forehead, all the way down to her chest and beyond, to the parts of her obscured by the sheet.

"I—I didn't—I was just—"

"Just, what, Sakura-chan?" he said patiently. He didn't think it was possible for her to go any redder, but there she went.

"J-j-just—I mean—you don't—I don't—I was j—"

"Just using a clone transformed as me to fuck you?" he finished.

A high pitched whine seemed to escape her unwillingly as her lip wobbled.

"Well? Is that what you were doing?" he pressed, taking a few slow steps into her room. She was eyeing him warily, clearly trying to think of what her safest course of action would be.

"Don't lie," he warned.

Her shoulders slumped in resignation as she ducked her head, her hair falling forward to obscure her face.

For a minute, she had him feeling bad. Maybe he had overstepped. What business of his was it what she did to pleasure herself?

It wasn't the first time someone had used a clone for such things, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

He was opening his mouth to apologize for intruding, assure her he would never speak of it, that it would be forgotten, when her face snapped back up at him, eyes burning.

"WERE YOU PEEPING THROUGH MY WINDOW, YOU PERV?!" she accused, pointing a finger straight at his face. It was shaking, but he had a feeling it was more out of rage than humiliation.

Kakashi froze. He hadn't anticipated unbridled rage, but perhaps he should have.

"Forgive me," he said without an ounce of sincerity, "but I was startled by the fact that I was seeing myself in a compromising position with my former student."

Her flush returned in full as the reminder of their relationship. He was worried he'd overplayed his hand,

but the subtle movement of her legs under her sheet told him otherwise. He let his eyes flicker down to them, then back to her face so she would know he understood the effect it had on her.

"Hm," he hummed softly, taking a few more steps until he was at her bedside.

She stared up at him boldly.

"So, now what?" she asked, her voice strong despite the burning blush colouring her face.

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

Sakura huffed in annoyance, the hair on her forehead flying upwards.

"I know you didn't barge in here for nothing."

Kakashi met her stare evenly. Gods, she was something else. Naked and ashamed, and still ready to fight.

"Is there something you want from me, Sakura?" he asked, leaning down ever so slightly. She didn't back away, but her lips pressed together into a hard line.

He sighed again. So much fire, but she really was embarrassed. Understandable. Perhaps if he evened the playing field...

He lowered his mask and shrugged out of his flak vest, looking more akin to the clone she had just been tangled with.

"Is there nothing?" he asked.

He watched as her throat bobbed around a hard swallow. He reached forward tentatively, sliding a finger under her chin and lifting her gaze back to his face.

"You can't have it if you don't ask, angel."

Using her clone's words was ballsy, but the whimper she made as a result was all the reward he needed.

"W-would you...?" she asked, staring at him in awe.

"Only if you ask nicely," he said, brushing his thumb along her soft cheek, watching her lips part around a shaky breath.

She scooted closer to the edge of the bed, leaning her head into his touch as one of her hands clutched at his wrist.

"Fuck me, please," she said breathlessly. He was almost inclined to oblige. She was damn near irresistible, but...

"Mm, not very polite. Try again," he suggested.

Her lip wobbled with frustration as she pouted up at him. Her sheet slipped down as she clutched at him with both her hands, though she seemed unbothered by it.

"Please—will you /please/ fuck me, Hokage-sama?"

Fuck, but she sounded so pretty when she begged.

"Tsk, tsk—that's not my name, Sakura-chan," he berated softly. "Try again."

She mewled softly, shifting again so her knees jutted slightly off the edge of her bed.

"Please, Kakashi-sama," she warbled. "Please fuck me."

He shook his head, smiling at the dismay that crossed her pretty face.

"Again," he demanded. He could see her frustration getting the best of her, the way her fists were clenched in his shirt, how tightly her knees were pressed together, the knot in her brow.

Then, her lips parted with a soft, relieved exhale.

"Sensei," she whispered, her cheeks darkening with red.

"Yes, Sakura-chan?" he answered, leaning down to kiss her then stopping just short. He thrilled at the little sounds she made whenever he denied her.

"Please, Kakashi-sensei— Please, sensei, I need it," she whined brokenly, her hands pawing desperately at his shoulders as she tried to drag him closer.

"Oh?" he asked, driving her a little further into her need. "What do you need, Sakura-chan?"

The fiery gleam in her eyes was back, and he was happy to see it. He enjoyed this game immensely, but her unwillingness to be dominated was the best part of it.

"I need sensei to fuck me," she said boldly. "I need you inside me, please, sensei," she begged, sliding her hands

under his shirt and up his abdomen, her nails gently biting into him.

"Want you so bad," she continued, rising up on her knees, letting the sheet fall away as she wrapped herself around him. "Want your cock, sensei, please," she whispered, lips brushing against his neck.

"So wet for you," she murmured, pressing wet kissing against his throat. "Don't you wanna touch me, sensei?" she whispered into his ear.

That was about as much as his willpower could take.

She yelped when he flipped her onto her back, bouncing softly on the mattress.

Her smile was just a little smug as he tossed his shirt aside and dropped his pants, not even bothering to hide the way her eyes trailed down to his groin.

She wet her lips, already moving toward him when he pushed her back down.

"Wanna taste you, sensei," she said with a pout.

Fucking minx. She was going to be the end of him. Hokage Slayer Sakura.

"Promise I'll make you feel good," she continued when he showed no signs of arguing.

But for all his bravado about the clone's wasted opportunity, he knew his limits.

"Next time, angel," he promised, smirking at the surprised, though not entirely affronted, look on her face. "You've been so good. Let me take care of you," he said, slowly crawling over her until she was caged beneath him.

"I have been good," she agreed breathlessly.

"The best," he assured her.

"Will you kiss me?" she asked, an uncommon shyness creeping into her voice, and he knew this was not her playing a character.

He didn't stop her from taking his face between her hands and guiding him down into a kiss.

He let her lead, happily following in the slow, exploratory pace she set, gladly allowing her to steadily increase the heat and depth of the kiss.

When he felt her body relax under his, he took the reins, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and licking until she was moaning.

He felt her legs wrap around his hips lazily, though the way her body writhed beneath his felt more urgent.

Then, her hands were sliding down to his hips, pushing his underwear down far enough that his length sprung free to rest heavily on her stomach.

"Oh, gods, yes," she sighed. "Sensei, please, I want you so bad."

"Are you ready for me, Sakura-chan?" he asked, sweeping a hand down between her breasts and to her slick lips.

"Fuck," he breathed out. She wasn't kidding when she'd said she was wet.

Her giggle was sweet and light and reverberated through him.

"Yes, sensei. My pussy is so wet for you," she promised, lifting her hips so he could feel her core rub against him.

"Mm, just for me, is that right?" he asked, rocking his length against her.

"Yes, yes, just for you," she promised. "Fuck me, fuck me, please—sensei, /please,/" she begged, eyes screwed shut as she tried to rut against him.

"Look at me," he ordered, smiling when her eyes flew open just in time for him to thrust into her tight, wet heat.

"Ohhhh, /fuck,/" she keened, her eyes locked on his. "Oh, gods—oh, /yes,/ sensei, yes," she moaned as he pumped slow, long strokes into her.

"Feel so good, Sakura-chan," he praised, enjoying every drag of her tight walls around him. "Such a wet little pussy, just for me."

"Uh-huh," she moaned thickly. "Just for you. /So deep, sensei, yes./"

"Does sensei's cock feel good, angel? Is it everything you wanted?" he asked, panting as he increased his pace, thrusting into her faster, making her body bounce beneath him.

"Yes, yes, yes, /yes/—oh, gods, sensei, yes. Fuck me—fuck me so good, sensei, please," she cried, rocking her hips desperately, squeezing her walls around him.

"You wanna cum on sensei's cock?" he asked, fucking her harder, his body slapping wetly against hers.

"Oh my fucking gods, /yes,/" she moaned. He pressed his mouth to hers, swallowing her wanton moans as he rubbed his thumb over her clit.

"Tell me how good it feels, Sakura-chan," he said, rubbing faster until he fault her go taut under him.

"Ssssso good," she groaned. "So fucking good. You feel so good inside me, sensei."

"Is it the best, angel?"

"Yes," she sobbed. "Sensei has the best cock. Fucks me so good. Gonna cum—don't stop, please, sensei, /don't stop,/" she cried, legs quivering and nails biting into him.

"Does my good girl want to cum on my cock?" he cooed, licking at the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

"/Yeeessss,/" she moaned with a loud, shaky cry. Her walls constricting, her hold on him tightened, her moans coming out choked and stunted—

And he pulled out, watching her slick little body convulse around nothing.

Her moans turned to cries of fury and disappointment as her body tried to grip onto something that was no longer there.

Once the shock wore off, she rolled onto her side, staring at him in confusion.

"Good girls don't do what you did, Sakura-chan," he berated.

"B-but I—"

"No buts," he interrupted harshly. The hitch in her breath was interesting. "I see I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."

She whimpered softly, reaching for him. "Sensei?"

Her let her scoot close, her hands wrapping around his wrists as she pouted at him.

"First lesson—sensei's cock, sensei's orgasm," he said, sliding a hand between her slick thighs to push two fingers into her. "You'll cum when you prove you understand that."

-

"Think you can do that for me?" Kakashi purred in her ear, his fingers crooking into her with such a calculated, slow movement. Sakura was pretty sure none of this was real, but the full-body twitch she had going on assured her it was.

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"Y-yes, sensei," she agreed readily. Gods, when had she become so needy? Just looking at him made her want to get down on all fours and whine like a lost puppy.

"Good girl," he said with that same teasing smile that made her want to kiss him and kill him in equal measure.

He laid his palm flat against her core as his fingers worked faster, rubbing diligently against her front wall while his hand put pressure against her clit, and—oh, gods, Ino was right, he had definitely picked up a thing or two along the way, it wasn't possible that one man

could be this sexy, it just wasn't. He must have defied some sort of natural order. The doctor in her wanted to study him, bottle him up and distribute him for the world to see.

But whatever horny little monster was rearing its head within her wanted this all to herself.

Kakashi tutted as Sakura writhed and panted, chasing after the orgasm he'd denied her once already.

"You're not gonna cum, are you, Sakura-chan?" he asked knowingly. Sakura bit hard into her cheek to keep from lashing out. Or sobbing. Or begging to every god she could think of.

"No, sensei," she lied, forcing her body to relax, even as he shifted his hand so that his thumb tapped against her clit with each thrust of his fingers inside her.

"Good. Because that would be breaking the rules, wouldn't it?"

Fuck the rules.

"Y-yes."

All at once, his fingers were gone, his hands removed from her body entirely, and his body moving away from hers, all his delicious warmth out of reach. She couldn't stop from whimpering at the loss.

"Yes, what?" he asked coldly.

/Fuck, why was that so hot?/

"Yes, sensei," she said, whinier than she meant to. She had a feeling she should feel embarrassed by how wanton she had become, but it seemed to please Kakashi, and pleasing Kakashi seemed to be her only route to orgasm tonight.

He sighed, leaning further away from her still.

"I see you still have a lot to learn," he lamented.

"N-no, I'll be good! I'll be so good for you, sensei, please. Don't stop," she begged, trying to scuttle closer to him.

This wasn't how this was meant to go. She was supposed to have been ravished by now.

Instead, she was naked and begging for her old sensei's dick like her life depended on it. Hell, at this point, she was pretty sure it did. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything more.

/Gods, she just wanted him so fucking bad./

"Please, sensei," she warbled, pouting at him and feeling her lip wobble for the umpteenth time. She wasn't sure what was quivering more—her legs, or that lip. Kakashi couldn't seem to decide which either, because his eyes kept flicking between the two.

"Let me show you," she offered, reaching out for him once more.

This time, he let her touch him, her hand wrapping around his cock, thick and heavy, larger than the one she'd concocted, though no less pretty.

She must have looked as enraptured by it as she felt,

because Kakashi began laughing lightly at her.

"Do you like my cock, Sakura-chan?" he asked, his voice lilting playfully as he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Mmhmm," she hummed, taking the opportunity to slither closer to him while she slowly stroked his length.

She sighed in relief, her body relaxing shamefully as he welcomed her back into his arms. She was a sap. She was a horny, insatiable, perverted sap.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked, batting her eyes for good measure. He chuckled, clearly seeing right through her.

Still, he tilted his chin down so she could press her lips to his. Kissing the clone had been nice, but this was so much better. He matched each of her advances perfectly, kissing her slow and deep and just dirty enough to make her heart pound.

If his mouth tasted this good, she couldn't wait to taste the rest of him. She moaned softly around his tongue just thinking about it, sucking it gently into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it like she would the tip of his cock—

She harrumphed indignantly when he broke away, still endlessly amused by her.

"My Sakura-chan is so eager," he teased, his fingers twirling in the ends of her hair.

/My Sakura-chan./ Gods, that did things to her. Terrible things. Wonderful things. Too many things.

"Don't you want me, sensei?" she asked, pouting extra cutely and making her eyes as wide and innocent as she could, only satisfied when she felt his cock twitch in her hand.

"I want you so bad," she continued, trying to push him over the edge

so she could finally get what she wanted.

"Want you inside me," she murmured, pressing her lips to his throat and running hot, open-mouthed kisses down to his chest.

"I wanna be so good for you. The best. Let me show you, sensei."

Her heart jumped into her throat when he sighed and leaned away again, this time to lie flat on his back, though his arm was still around her.

"Go ahead, angel," he said, his voice gravelly and rumbling through her as she pressed herself to his side.

"Ride my cock and show me how good you can be."

Sakura stared at him for a second, shocked. Was he messing with her?

Before he could change his mind, she swung her leg over him and wiggled down until she could feel him nestled against her entrance.

His hands gripped her hips hard, holding her firmly but not guiding her. He was really letting her do whatever she wanted.

And what she /wanted/ was to cum.

"Fuck yourself on sensei's cock, angel. Let me see how my good girl likes to be fucked."

Kakashi trapped her in a stare as she slowly sunk down over his length, feeling it stretch out so sweetly with each inch. She heaved a shuddering breath as he bottomed out, so deep and thick and all-consuming.

His hands massaged her hips, soothing her until she felt her muscles

relax around him, and somehow he was sliding further into her, the blunt tip of his cock hitting so deep she could hardly breathe.

"Fuck," she gasped, sitting ramrod straight on top of him, clamping down on him and trying to calm herself before she came, right then and there.

She gave an experimental swirl of her hips, keeping him buried deep inside her while she rocked ever so slightly, but just that one movement almost proved too much.

"/Fuck,/ Kakashi-sensei, your cock feels so big," she whined, planting her hands on his chest and leaning heavily

onto him. His hands swept soothingly along her hips and thighs, gripping and squeezing. He didn't try to rush her along, but his strong thighs under her ass would clench and unclench, a subtle reminder that he was right there with her.

Gods, she wanted to keep him there forever.

"Take your time, angel. I'm not going anywhere," he said, leaning up on his elbow to meet her halfway in a sweet kiss that was entirely contradicting to the filth that had been passing between them.

"'M trying not to cum," she said, her voice cracking with restraint.

"Trying to be good for you, sensei," she promised, running her hands over his chest and swirling her hips once more, this time lifting up along his length the slightest bit before bringing her ass back down against his thighs.

"Mm, I know, baby," he mumbled, his hands sliding

back to her ass, spreading her until she was arching her back and pushing into his hands, sliding herself back and forth on his cock, her clit rubbing softly against his hard body.

That little bit of stimulation had her moaning unabashedly, dying for more.

She lifted her hips and slammed down hard onto him, fucking herself with hard, deep thrusts, making her ass slap loudly against his thighs each time.

"That's it, angel," he said, encouraging her with rough voice, the only proof she had that he was remotely affected by her.

Fuck, he felt so good. She mindlessly rode him, bouncing and twisting to get that perfect angle, to get his cock hitting her in that sweet spot again, and again, and again.

"So fucking beautiful," he moaned. "You take that cock so well, angel. My perfect Sakura-chan."

He slapped a hand hard on her ass while she rode him fast, unintelligible moans falling from her lips.

"Are you close? Are you gonna cum on sensei's cock?" he rasped, grabbing her ass forcefully, helping her slam harder onto him, spearing herself over and over on him.

"Yes, yes, yes," she cried. "Feel so good, sensei. I wanna cum for you."

"Yeah? Do you like riding sensei's cock?"

"/Gods, yes./ Love it so much. Wanna ride it all the time, sensei, please. Let me ride it, please—give me your cock, sensei—" she pleaded. Gods, /who was she?/

"Want me to give it to you?" he asked, sounding gruffer. It had her clamping down tighter on him.

"/Yes,/" she groaned.

"You want me to fuck that pretty pussy?"

"Yes, yes, YES—sensei, please, please—please fuck me—fuck me hard, sensei, please—"

"Can you handle it, angel? "

She was going to die. Gods, he was going to kill her with all this teasing.

"I can," she promised. "Make me cum, sensei, please."

He forced his hands under her thighs, lifting her until she was on the balls of her feet, only the tip of his cock still inside her.

"Bounce on sensei's cock. Take it nice and deep," he commanded, pushing her hips back down onto him, feeling him deeper than she'd ever felt anything.

"/Fuuuuuck,/" she cried, her back going tight in an arch. "Oh—oh, gods, it's so fucking deep, sensei."

"Fuck," he grunted, his hips meeting hers in a thrust as she fucked down onto him, their skin slapping together loudly. "You're so fucking wet. Listen to it, baby."

How could she not? It was so loud; the obscene, wet sound of their bodies meeting. She could feel his skin

sticking to hers with each bounce, his balls on her ass, sticking her to slick lips each time she pressed down onto him.

"Gonna cum," she mumbled, her legs cramping as she fucked him faster.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, sliding a hand from her ass to her stomach

and down to the apex of her thighs.

"Did you dream about making yourself cum on my cock, Sakura-chan?" he asked, his thumb rubbing tight circles just above her clit. She felt one of her legs give out, but Kakashi held her up with his other arm.

"Did you touch yourself, fantasizing about riding your sensei?"

"Yes, sensei!" she cried, not caring to maintain any amount of her dignity at this point. "Gonna cum," she gasped. "Gonna cum on your cock."

Suddenly, he sat up, nearly knocking her off.

He kept thrusting into her; shallow, fast strokes that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"How long have you wanted sensei to fuck you, hm?" he asked, his voice rough and raspy, and unbearably sexy.

"So long," she gasped. "I'm—sensei, I'm—"

"Cum for me, angel."

Every nerve in her body seemed to tighten at once, the coil in her snapping hard as she hit the wall, but just as she did, she found herself empty, latching onto air.

Her back hit the mattress as she convulsed, her body wracked with half an orgasm, and total disappointment.

She cried. She actually sobbed as the reality of it hit her. Kakashi knelt over her, shushing softly and stroking her hair while tears rolled down her cheeks.

"/Why?/" she wailed. She'd never been so distraught during sex.

"My cock. My orgasm," he whispered harshly in her ear.

"I should have known you'd be too stubborn to listen," he said with a long sigh. "I should have let that clone fuck you so you could understand how good you have it."

Sakura whimpered, wrapping her hands around his neck to hold him as close as she could.

"Th-the clone is nothing compared to you," she said, her voice quaking. "You're so good, sensei. So good to me."

"How do I know you won't do it again?" he asked, doming his head toward hers.

"I won't, sensei, I promise!" she swore. "I only want you, sensei. Only you."

He kissed her cheek, brushing a stray tear away with his lips.

"Don't cry, angel. You're gonna get what you deserve." It sounded like a promise and a threat, which terrified and exhilarating her equally.

"I just need to make sure you never do it again."

He pulled away, hovering over her, just out of reach.

"You understand that, don't you, angel?" He ducked his head over her chest, his dark eyes blazing as they met hers. She nodded weakly, dying to move on with whatever he had planned for her next.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked, swirling his tongue around her nipple and pinching the other lightly between two fingers.

"Yes, sensei," she breathed out, arching her chest into his mouth.

"And you're going to be my good girl, right?" he asked, eyes flashing dangerously.

"Y-yes, sensei," she stammered, her heart beating fast in her chest.

"Good," he murmured before his lips were sealed around her nipple and his cock was pressed to her entrance once more.

He slid into her with ease, her walls wet and relaxed, ready to accommodate him.

Moans fell from her lips immediate, praising him, begging him, saying so much and nothing at all, all at once.

"My pretty Sakura-chan," he moaned, fucking her so deep and hard her eyes were going crossed. "I should have known you'd need that stubbornness fucked out of you."

"Isn't that right, angel? Naughty girls need to get fucked hard, don't they?"

"Uh-huh," she groaned. She could feel herself nearing the cliff again, but she didn't dare say it.

"How can you be so bad, but so—fucking—good—" He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

"—at the same time?"

Whatever her response was, she choked on it as he rammed hard into her.

"This pussy is mine," he growled. "And I'm going to make sure you never dream about having another cock in it."

Fuck, /fuck/—she was coming. She couldn't stop it, her body was tensed

and the wave was crashing, and he just felt /so good./

Though she said nothing, Kakashi still got the best of her. She wasn't even surprised when she found herself clenching around nothing. Her tears were rolling endlessly now.

He still took the care to kiss them away, but he barely gave her time to recover before flipping her onto her stomach and thrusting deep into her again.

"Arch your back for me. Stick that pretty ass up for sensei."

She moaned again as she complied, his words shooting through

her with almost as much power as his cock inside her.

"Look at how well you take it, Sakura-chan. So perfect for me. Gonna teach you how to take sensei's cock all the time."

"Please," she gasped.

"Would you like that? Being mine forever, Sakura-chan?"

"Gods, /yes,/" she moaned, burying her face in the mattress to hide her red face and all her begging.

She yelped when he tugged roughly on her hair, whipping her head up.

"Don't hide from me," he snarled in her ear, burying himself to the hilt and grinding his hips into hers.

"Every sound you make belongs to me. Every time you open this pretty mouth, I get to hear it. I get to see you cry, and scream, and moan. Understand?"

"Yes, sensei," she whined. "I'm all yours. No one else's."

"My good girl is finally learning."

The spark of hope hit her and she pushed her ass back into him. How the hell was he still so composed when she was a mindless, boneless lump on the bed?

Whatever his secret was, she was grateful for it, because she was well and truly ruined.

The coil in her belly was just beginning to tighten again when she felt him pull out. The confused noise she made had him chuckling and pressing kisses to the back of her neck.

"Don't worry, angel, I'm not going anywhere. I'm nowhere near finished with you," he promised.

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Maybe it was cruel, but Kakashi really saw no other way to get his point across.

His point being that, if Sakura had a sensei kink, then she really shouldn't have looked any further than him. And that was true for any kink she had, honestly.

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He felt a little bad when he saw her tears, though. Or maybe he just felt bad that it made him want to fuck her harder, push her further. Even as she cried and begged and bargained, she still rose to meet every challenge he gave her.

Fuck, she was incredible.

She was pink from head to toe, flushed from exertion and marked up from his hands and lips. He'd never seen anything so incredible. He'd had to pull out of her because he was so close to finishing, and he didn't want this to end just yet.

Instead, he let her pull him down into another kiss, her body wrapping around his, their legs twined together, bodies sticky with sweat pressed close, and lips meeting in slow, sloppy kisses.

He could do this forever. Screw being Hokage.

The sweet gasp she made when he slipped his fingers inside her only made it all the better.

He couldn't believe how wet she was. Every time he sunk into her felt like heaven. He had to make this last because the next time he put his dick inside her, he would be finished.

He knew it, without a doubt. Every soft mewl, sigh, or gasp—the way her nails scratched into his back, her fingers twisted in his hair, her legs wrapped tightly around him—every little thing she did had his head swimming.

Every touch had her body singing for him. It was extraordinary. He'd never been with someone so responsive, and he couldn't imagine ever wanting anyone else again.

And if he had to convince her to come to the same conclusion, then, that was just the way of the world.

He didn't think he had much to worry about there, though. Not with the way she was trembling in his arms, biting hard into her bottom lip to stop herself from coming.

"Such a good girl," he whispered, pressing his lips to her temple. "You always were a fast learner."

She thumped her hand weakly on his chest, shaking her head and trying to roll her eyes, but they ended up fluttering closed as he continued to finger her.

"Kakashi-sensei," she whispered, lifting her chin and waiting for him to meet her lips in kiss. He obliged her.

"Mm?" he hummed in response, still pressing his lips to hers in a sweet, chaste kiss, despite the way he was scissoring his fingers inside her.

"Will you cum in me?" she asked, fixing him with those big, bright eyes, her kiss-swollen lips parted around soft pants.

He saw her bite back a smile when his dick twitched between them, nudging her thigh. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted from him. She was a demon, he just knew it.

But that didn't stop him from kissing her again.

"You want sensei's cum?" he teased, nipping at her lip.

"Yes," she breathed out. "Wanna make you feel good. Wanna be filled with you," she murmured, her lips brushing against his as a small shiver worked through her spine.

"Wanted you for so long," she whispered, cradling his face between her hands.

"Is that so?" he asked, smirking

into the kiss she pressed to his lips.

"Mm...didn't even realize," she admitted, sighing softly as he slipped a third finger inside her. "But I think about it all the time."

"What do you think about, Sakura-chan?" he pressed, rolling her gently to her back.

"Your hands," she said, trapping his wrists in each of her hands as he pulled his fingers from inside her, then yanking him down so he collapsed on top of her.

"Your body," she added, wrapping her legs tight around his hips, locking her ankles together at the base of his spine.

"Your mouth," she whispered, placing her parted lips on top of his and breathing him in with a sweet moan. "I think about kissing you all the time. I think about your tongue on my body, your teeth sinking into me—/ah!/"

He bit into her lip, probably harder than she expected.

He pulled on it, sucking it and licking it soothingly, watching as her eyebrows pinched together and feeling her body wriggling against his.

"Like that?" he teased, releasing her lip.

She pouted up at him, looking far too adorable for someone angling her hips at his cock.

"Is that all, Sakura-chan?" he asked, moving his hips away from hers and ducking his face into the crook of her neck to nip and lick at her just like she wanted him to.

"Is that really everything you've thought about?"

"Sensei," she whined.

"Sakura-chan," he mimicked.

"Please, sensei, don't be mean to me," she said softly, pushing her hands into his hair and holding onto him for dear life. "I just want you."

"I'm right here, angel," he reminded her, giving her waist a good squeeze and holding back a laugh

at her frustrated huff.

"I already told you," he said, pausing to run his tongue up along the side of her neck, enjoying the shaky breath that fluttered past his ear. "If you want it, you have to ask for it."

When he leaned back just far enough to see her face, her lip was quivering. She seemed to be battling herself on something, though he was pretty sure he knew what it was.

"You've shown me you can be a good girl, Sakura-chan," he assured her. "So, tell me what it is you want."

He watched the determination hit her face and had to smile. There was something so sickeningly satisfying about getting a stubborn monster like Sakura to submit, but seeing that fire flicker back up in her made it all the better.

"I want you to fuck me, sensei," she said evenly. "I want you deep inside me. I want you to fill me up with your cock and your cum, and I wanna scream for you."

She held his gaze throughout her speech, cheeks flushed but conviction unwavering.

Silence fell over them for a beat, Sakura's chest brushing softly against his with her heavy breathing, neither of them backing down.

Then, he smirked, enjoying the slight worry that flitted across her face.

"Anything for you, angel," he vowed before lifting her off the bed.

She yelped again, her arms flying over his shoulders to clutch onto him as he rose onto his knees, holding her body flush to his.

"You want me deep, baby?" he asked, not waiting before sinking into her in one fluid thrust.

"Oh, gods," she moaned, her head rolling back.

"You want your sensei's cock deep inside you, is that right, angel? My sweet, naughty girl," he praised, rocking up into her while she held herself tight to him.

"Yes, yes, yes. So deep, sensei, just like that."

"This how you like to be fucked? Dirty and rough?"

"Uh-huh," she moaned. "Your cock feels so good, sensei."

"Mm, look how much my angel loves getting fucked. Sweet, pretty Sakura-chan. What would the village say?" he wondered, fucking her hard enough to make her choke on her answer.

"Guh," she grunted, tugging hard on his hair as she clutched at him desperately.

"Tell me, baby. Let sensei hear you."

He was just being mean, now, but it was so much fun to watch her stumble over her words, fail to form a complete sentence, too distracted to articulate.

Her body bouncing with each of his thrusts was more than enough to drive him wild, but her incoherent mumbling was the cherry on top.

"You're so fucking pretty, angel," he groaned, smashing his lips to hers in a rough kiss. "Look so good on my cock."

"T-th-thank you, sensei."

"So polite," he teased. "I taught you well."

Her eyes flashed, the belligerent Sakura he knew all too well making a brief appearance, but she seemed perfectly content to let it be fucked out of her.

If he'd known this was all it would take for her to be obedient, he would have fucked her ages ago.

He gripped her by her ass and lifted her against him, raising her up so he could fuck up into her at a steeper angle.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, /fuck, Kakashi, yes!/" she wailed.

"What was that?" he snarled in her ear.

Her broken whine at her mistake was all he needed. He couldn't bring himself to prolong this anymore. He needed her to cum, needed to feel her clench and convulse around him, needed to be coated in her when he filled her up.

"S-s-ssssensei," she cried. "Kakashi-sensei!"

He said nothing, clamped down on whatever little bit of self-restraint he had left and continued fucking her, letting her worries drive her to muttering filth in a desperate (unnecessary) attempt to secure her orgasm.

"You're so good, sensei. You feel so good. Fuck me—deeper, sensei, fill me up—fuck, /fuuuuck,/—yes, sensei, /yes/—use me, please, sensei—"

"Your cock feels so good—so fucking good—don't want anyone else ever again, sensei—only you, just you, please, please—oh, gods—"

"Oh—oh my gods—Kakashi-sen—/ah/—"

Fuck, she was tight. Her walls were clamping hard, her back arching and squeezing him so tight inside her.

"Fuck, Sakura—/fuck/, baby—"

She was sobbing. He didn't even know if she could hear him at this point.

"Cum," he grunted, his thrusts growing stunted and short. "Be a good girl and cum for me."

He squeezed a hand between them to rub at her clit for good measure, but that was apparently overkill.

The noise she made almost startled him into stopping.

Her body seized, every bit of her tensed hard, her jaw dropped wide, though for a second, there was no sound.

Then, she screamed. He rocked slowly into her, as much as he could with how tightly wound she was, and that little movement was the push she needed to release.

He heard the splash and felt the warmth hit him, but it took him a second to understand. He continued thrusting into her—gently, but each push of his cock into her brought another wave out of her.

Her whole body twitched in his arms as she squirted onto him, tears streaming down

her face, and broken cries falling from her lips.

He shushed her softly, kissing her lips gently as she cried, but still, he rocked into her.

"K-K-Ka—/ugh/—'m so—/hnn/—" she muttered brokenly, hiccuping and sniffling.

"Are you gonna cum for me again, angel?" he asked gently.

The shocked look on her face was almost comical, but she was /so fucking wet/, and he was going to lose his mind if he stopped fucking her.

"I—I-I-I c-can't—I'm—oh my gods—"

Her head fell back again as he switched

to long, slow strokes, sinking deep into her without hitting her hard, but it had her legs shaking violently where they were wrapped around his hips.

"I-I-I'm—s-sensei, please, I'm—/ooooh/—"

He shushed her again as he lowered her gently back onto the mattress.

He gently pried her legs off of him, forcing them wider and hooking her knees onto his shoulders so he could sink nice and deep inside her. Her eyes were wide as he slowly bottomed out.

"'S too much," she whimpered. "Too deep."

"Are you sure, angel?" he asked, slowly rocking

into her, watching as her wide-eyed fear turned to pleasure with each stroke.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Her lip quivered but she shook her head.

"No, sensei. I can do it," she said. "Want your cum."

"You'll have to cum for me again, then," he reminded her.

She cried out, though he wasn't sure if it was because of his demand, or because he was lightly tapping at her clit as he fucked her with those long, deep strokes.

"Relax, angel. Let me take care of you," he murmured, running a hand along the side of her body.

"Y-yes, sensei," she warbled.

"Good girl. So good, so sweet. What did I do to deserve you, hm?" he asked, gently pushing her towards her peak.

Her lips parted so sweetly at the praise, her eyes shining with something other than tears.

"Just wanna be the best for you, sensei."

He hummed, pressing her legs down so he could reach her lips, but with her legs pushed so far and their bodies pressed to tightly together, he got more than he was aiming for.

She gasped, her back arching once more.

"Oh—oh, gods—right there, sensei—" she moaned, her voice high

and clipped as she began to tense up.

"Are you gonna cum for me, angel?" he asked, rocking into her a little faster, but keeping the pressure and angle just as she wanted it.

"/Oh gods/—I-I—mmm—" Her lips were quivering around broken sounds as she tried desperately to speak.

"It's alright, baby," he said between kisses. "Just cum for me. Let me feel you cum for me one more time so I can fill you up. Just like you want."

She keened, her head nodding enthusiastically at the promise of him coming inside her.

"Please," she gasped. "P-please, sensei."

"It's all yours, baby. Show me how bad you want it. Cum for me."

He slammed into her a little harder, shocking her into squeezing him tight, making each of his thrusts rub her with that much more friction, sending her careening off that cliff.

She cried out for him as she came, another weak splash squirting out of her and onto his abdomen, her walls fluttering around his cock as he continued to fuck her, his pace completely deteriorating into a mindless rhythm as he chased after his own orgasm.

She continued to moan softly as he fucked her selfishly, goading him on, praising him, begging him for his cum—

"Y-y-yesss, sensei. Fill me up—gimme your cum, p-please—"

"Gonna give it to you, angel—all of it, just for you—"

"Mm, yes—thank you, sensei, th-thank you—"

Her soft mewling—that sweet voice mumbling filth into his ears—fuck, it was too much.

His hips stuttered as he spilled inside her, moaning unintelligibly into the crook of her neck as he emptied himself into her.

He collapsed onto her, completely spent, revelling in the feeling

of her cool fingertips on the back of his neck, rubbing slow, soothing circles into his neck and shoulders.

"So much cum, sensei," she teased quietly, swirling her hips the tiniest bit, but even that was too much for their overstimulated bodies. Both of them groaned in a

combination of pleasure and pain.

"That word is ruined for me," he mumbled into her skin, gathering the courage to pull out of her.

"Hmm, how unfortunate for Naruto." He could hear the teasing smile in her voice, and he could picture it so clearly in his mind, but he couldn't

muster the energy to look at it for himself. Instead, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder in retaliation.

"Ow!" she yelped, jumping a bit, once against jostling the two of them where they were still joined. He supposed he deserved that.

With a long-suffering groan, he finally pulled out of her, feeling the uncomfortable, sticky mess of their combined fluids clinging to his skin. He could only imagine it was so much worse for Sakura, as it spilled out of her and onto her sheets.

Her disgusted little whimper told

him his hunch was correct.

"Let's get you cleaned up?" he suggested.

"Mm, in a minute. Can't feel my legs," she complained.

He laughed, shaking his head as he moved to get off the bed.

Exhausted as she was, she seemed to have plenty of strength to yank him back down.

He fell onto her with a grunt, rolling his eyes as she slithered her arms around him, preventing another attempted escape.

"I was just going to get a washcloth," he explained.

"We can shower after. Five more minutes," she grumbled.

"We, huh?" he teased. She ignored him.

"Sakura?" he said, trying in vain to wiggle out of her grasp. He sighed. "Sakura," he tried again.

Nothing.

His flaccid dick was covered in cold, sticky bodily fluids and his knees were resting in a puddle of filth, but she was happy as a clam, holding him hostage in her arms.

He gathered a small bit of lightening chakra at his fingertips, ready to use his age-old trick on her, but the little squeaking chirp had her eyes flying open, fiery and full of rage, just as usual.

"/Fine,/" she grumbled. "We'll shower now, then."

She released him from her ironclad grip and allowed him to climb to his feet before hoisting her up onto hers, albeit shakily. She glared at him as her knees wobbled under her weight.

He rolled his eyes but smiled as he scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way.

"What a gentleman," she cooed.

"I liked you much better when you were humiliated and begging for me to fuck you," he remarked dryly.

She slapped her hand onto his shoulder, gasping in offence, though her lips were twitching with a smile.

"Why were you outside my window, anyway?" she asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion as he set her on her feet gently before turning on the hot water and letting it beat down onto her back.

She let out a long, sweet sigh of relief, but it wasn't enough to distract her, unfortunately.

"A drunken birdie told me you needed some company," he confessed, grabbing the washcloth to start lathering her up.

"So, you climbed a tree and peeped on me because Ino told you I needed to get laid?" she asked dryly.

"Is that worse than me standing in a tree outside your window for other reason?"

She pouted but refused to answer him. He kissed her cheek to sooth the sting of an argument lost.

"Were you mad about what I did?" she asked after a moment, glancing up at him nervously.

"Furious," he said simply. "Completely violated, really."

"Kakashi!" she seethed, smacking a soapy hand onto his chest.

He yanked her forward, holding her up to keep her from slipping on the tile, before ducking down to kiss her. She sighed into it, melting into him.

"You know," she mumbled between kisses, "you can't just kiss me to get out of arguments."

He hummed noncommittally, because he had the feeling he could absolutely employ this method in their day to day lives, not that it was an option.

"'M serious," she grumbled, still kissing him.

"Mhm," he hummed, "my very serious Sakura-chan."

When her breath hitched and he felt her nipples tighten against his chest, he knew that this shower was completely moot.

When he fucked her again, not fifteen minutes later, in front of the bathroom mirror, he couldn't help but note how good they looked together.

fin~~

bonus:

"How did you know my dick leaned to the left?"

"Wishful thinking."

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