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#kakasaku | nsfw | cw: age-swap, dirty talk, degradation, femdom, breeding kink

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If anyone had told him five months ago that his wildest dreams would be coming true, he would have defected from the village in shame.

Pure, unadulterated shame.

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These days, he hardly knew what shame was. He certainly didn't have any.

He wasn't sure when it started. Maybe when he was ten, and had developed a massive crush on his sensei's girlfriend. Maybe when he was fifteen and realized his sensei wasn't terribly nice to her.

Maybe when he was eighteen and had been cooped up in Sunagakure with her for three weeks, seeing each other everyday as the only Konoha nin in Suna. Escorting her to a banquet. Dancing with her. Drinking in the desert heat.

Maybe it was when he was nineteen and he saw her crying for the first time, right after her wedding with Sasuke-sensei, at which time her new husband had informed her he'd be leaving for a year on a mission.

Maybe it was eighteen months after that.

After Sasuke-sensei had come and gone for the second time, but had been sure to leave Sakura with a present upon his departure.

Sakura was a beloved shinobi. She was particularly beloved by the current Hokage, which was why she was assigned an ANBU detail.

With her husband gone, Naruto-sama had insisted she need help. She was pregnant, after all. And without her husband, she would certainly need a hand.

She had refused at first, sending away any shinobi she could lurking around. Until Kakashi was assigned to her.

Suddenly, she didn't seem to mind being tailed, or watched, or minded, or helped. Whenever he was sent away on a mission, he would return to reports of her demanding Naruto-sama "stop this nonsense", but once he was back on her detail, she seemed to have no complaints.

Kakashi didn't let himself think too much into it. Maybe she just felt more comfortable with him. He hardly interrupted her life. He would spend time with her the way they always had, albeit far more frequently. He couldn't say he minded. Not one bit.

Eventually, his away missions dwindled to nothing until he was assigned to Sakura, full-time. He couldn't say he minded that, either. It was easy work, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like that she only accepted him as her ANBU detail.

But the closer they got,

the more complicated things became.

The first time he caught her in a compromising position had been entirely accidental, and he had felt incredibly guilty about it. He'd kept it to himself, squirrelling away the image of her laying back on the couch, knees propped up,

and her hand buried between her legs. He'd always found her beautiful, but he didn't think he'd seen anything as enrapturing as her face in that moment. He'd taken the briefest of looks, but it was enough to plague his mind for weeks.

Until the second instance.

That had been accidental, as well, though he was ashamed (at the time) to admit that he had let his eyes linger longer than was appropriate.

She had just showered and was walking from her bathroom to her bedroom to get ready for her day. He watched as she meticulously lathered

herself in lotion, massaging it into her damp skin, over the swell of her breasts, down her stomach, into the sensitive skin between her thighs. He'd never been as envious as anything as he was of that lotion.

The third time broke his heart.

She had been standing in front of a mirror, staring at her changing body, fretting and worrying. He hadn't thought much of it until she started crying.

It was definitely not in his job description to soothe crying pregnant women, but he couldn't stop himself.

He flashed into the room, standing behind her in the mirror, startling her so thoroughly that her quiet weeping instantly turned to hiccups.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently, standing too far to touch her, but close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of her.

She sniffled, staring at his reflection wide-eyed and surprised.

"I can't button up my skirt," she confessed, nodding to the red skirt that hung loosely around her hips. "And all my tops are too tight. I look like a sausage."

He couldn't really understand what she meant. He couldn't say he hadn't noticed the changes in her body—the swelling of her breasts, the curvature of her belly, the roundness of her backside—but he certainly had never considered any of it something to cry about.

Honestly, he kind of enjoyed the way her tops fit a little too tightly, how her skirts hugged her rounded belly, drawing the eye to it.

"You look incredible," he said simply, shaking his head in confusion.

"I'm fat," she argued.

"You're pregnant," he corrected.

"I'm /ugly./"

Kakashi sighed and stepped closer to her, the logical part of his mind telling him that this was a bad idea, reminding him that she was half-naked, married to his old sensei, and pregnant with said sensei's child.

No amount of logic could stop him from placing his hands

on her hips and turning her to face her reflection squarely, him standing directly behind her.

"You are incredible," he said again, letting his thumbs indulgently stroke along her sides. "Strong, brilliant, and so fucking beautiful."

Of all the ways to handle that situation, he had picked the worst way, by far. The look on her face had him flickering the hell out of there as fast as he could, and then immediately requesting a week-long away mission.

Naruto-sama had refused multiple times before conceding.

One week turned to two, two turned to three, and by the time he was back, Sakura's belly had grown noticeably. Kakashi had to wonder what the odds were that he could convince Naruto to send him away for the next four months, because he wasn't sure he could handle this.

He didn't really understand what he was feeling, though he didn't necessarily /not/ understand it.

He liked seeing her. He liked seeing her /pregnant/. A lot.

And walking around with her, holding her basket of vegetables while she shopped, catching their reflection in windows—

It made it impossible to avoid imagining she was pregnant by him, instead of Sasuke. More than once, he caught himself reaching out to hold her, to slide his palm across the swell of her belly, to cradle it like she belonged to him.

Sakura only made things worse, though he only had himself to blame.

"You'll tell me before you leave for another mission, won't you?" she asked once he'd returned from his impromptu 3-week stint in Kumo.

He had only managed a sharp nod, feeling guilty for leaving her, guiltier for why he'd had to go, and guiltier still for regretting leaving at all.

But ever since that moment in front of her mirror, things had changed. At first, he hadn't thought much of it.

He'd chalked it up to his regular inappropriate attractive to her; to his admiration for her as a kunoichi, a doctor, a leader, and just as a person, really.

But there were...moments. Slight differences in their exchanges that made his pulse quicken and his temperature spike.

Sometimes when they walked by a shop window, Sakura would bump her shoulder into his and point out their reflection with a giggle. He didn't know what that giggle meant; if she thought it was laughable that the two of them were together, or if she thought it was sweet.

He tried to convince himself it was the former, but a stupid seed of hope had taken root.

In crowded marketplaces, she would hold his wrist and tug him close. Sometimes so close, he brushed up against her back, her small frame situated a little too perfectly in front of him.

She always seemed to have this look in her eye when she thanked him at the end of the day, wearing her soft, silky robe over whatever she planned to wear to bed, and the small, teasing smile. The same smile she wore whenever she used to decimate him on the training grounds.

"Thank you, Kakashi-kun. You're always so good to me," she said, gently placing her hand over his heart before bidding him goodnight.

He wasn't sure what it was about those words, but more often than not, they had him lying back in his bed with a bottle of lotion.

Then there were the comments.

"Kakashi-kun is so handsome," she'd praise with another giggle and a caress of his bare cheek. "You must be a hit with the ladies."

"I guess my Kakashi-kun isn't so little anymore, huh?" she said, nervously laughing and blushing furiously as she

patched up a couple of broken ribs.

"If I were ten years younger, you'd be in big trouble." It was a joke, but her cheeks had gone pink. Kakashi didn't tell her that he already was.

"Why would you need to be ten years younger?" he found himself asking, stopping Sakura's

nervous giggling in its tracks. He wasn't sure why this, more than anything, struck a nerve with him.

"W-well..."

"I've been an adult for years. I've been fighting for as long as I can remember. I've saved your life, and you've saved mine," he pointed out.

"No one quibbled about letting me join the shinobi forces at six years old. No one batted an eye when I made my first kill at seven. I don't see what difference ten years between adults makes." He could feel himself getting more and more heated with each word.

"Kakashi," Sakura interrupted carefully. "You can't be—"

"I'm serious," he seethed. "The only thing that would stop this," he paused to gesture between them, "as far as I'm concerned, is your husband."

"And my pregnancy," she reminded him.

Kakashi shook his head.

"The only thing standing between us," he repeated slowly, "is your husband."

She was confused. She looked like she wanted to argue, but she was at a loss of where to begin, so Kakashi took matters into his own hands.

He kissed her.

He felt her freeze. He had his hands on her shoulders, feeling them hunch up toward her ears, and her lips remain motionless beneath his, and he realized immediately what a horrible mistake he had make.

He leapt away from her, taking a split-second's look at her shocked face

before hightailing it out of there. She would definitely not want to see him again. After this, she would tell Naruto-sama to keep him the hell away from her.

At least now, he might be able to get that four-month long mission he'd been angling for.

Gods, he was stupid.

For whatever reason, though, when he did go to request an away mission, the Hokage refused him. Kakashi was still needed here, he'd said.

When Kakashi pressed, the best Naruto would offer him was a week-long B-Rank mission to Suna.

As frustrating as it was, Kakashi took it.

As the missions tended to go, there shouldn't have been any trouble, but there, of course, was plenty. It took him an extra week, and he returned to Konoha with three cracked ribs, a fractured arm, and a slew of cuts and bruises.

Usually, his first stop would have been Sakura.

She would have berated him for being reckless, lectured him about the importance of stepping back in a fight, threatened to leave him injured for his stupidity, all while healing him with care and precision.

He would have apologized, make light of the matter, admire the way her

eyelashes fanned out over her cheeks while she worked.

With a sigh, Kakashi sunk into his couch, telling himself he'd visit the hospital in the morning. His injuries weren't life-threatening. They could wait a night.

Apparently, someone disagreed. He'd only just closed his eyes

when a pounding sounded at his door.

With another sigh, he shuffled over to the door to face whoever it was that was demanding his attention so late at night.

Standing in the rain, soaked and furious, was Sakura.

"What are y—"

"You promised you wouldn't leave again without telling me," she interrupted.

The rain was loud enough to almost drown her own entirely, but there was no disguising the angry edge in her voice, or the hardness of her glare.

"You /promised/, Kakashi. I waited for you, thinking that you just needed space. Thinking that I hurt you. I thought—I thought I did something to make you hate me."

Her shoulders were shaking with violent shivers as the rain continued to pour down. Kakashi stepped to the side,

trying to get her to come in, but she stayed glued to his doorstep. Kakashi felt an ache that he was pretty sure had nothing to do with his cracked ribs.

"I'm sorry," he said, feeling that it wasn't enough, yet the only thing he /could/ say.

"Don't apologize," she snapped,

poking a wet finger into his chest.

"I'm so sick of people apologizing without meaning it. I already have someone to give me empty promises, I don't need another."

Her mouth was set in a hard line, and her eyes flashed with fury, but as he stared at her, he could see that her

anger was the least of his concerns. Her eyes were red rimmed, her lips swollen and raw, like they'd been gnawed on. And she was here at his door, wearing a jacket hastily thrown on top of her standard robe.

"Did you mean any of that?" she asked suddenly.

Her lips were trembling now. He doubted it was from the cold.

"What you said before you left—before you kissed me. Did you mean it?" she asked again.

He didn't know how to answer that. Of course, he meant it. He'd been slowly spiralling for these last few months, falling deeper

for her everyday, wishing he could somehow insert himself permanently into her life, convince her that he belonged there.

Apparently, his silence did not help him convey that.

"You don't get to do that," she said, lips trembling and voice warbling.

"You don't get to kiss me and leave, or make promises you don't intend to keep."

He was almost certain she was crying, but her tears melted into the rain. He wanted to hold her; needed to tell her that that wasn't him.

"I thought I knew you better—" She broke off with a sob.

"Sakura, come inside—"

"It's okay if you changed your mind. But I thought you respected me enough not to run away."

"I didn't—"

"How badly are you injured?" she interrupted again, changing the subject so quickly, Kakashi's head spun.

"A few cracked ribs, nothing major—"

"Do you not even trust me to heal you, now?" she bit out. Her eyes were still red, her lip still wobbling, but he anger was back in full force. He couldn't make heads or tails of her, but if she interrupted him one more time...

"I was planning on stopping by the hospital—"

"Your ribs could have punctured a lung in that time." Her finger was back in his chest, her eyes flashing and lip curling. Kakashi felt his own anger flare up.

"Would you really take the chance of dying, rather than risk facing m—"

"Mmph!"

With two short steps, Kakashi was out in the rain with her, his lips pressed to hers in a hard kiss. He felt her baby bump press against him as he pulled in her tight, holding her soaked, cold body as close to his as possible.

It wasn't until he felt her cold, nimble fingers at his neck that he allowed himself to fall deeper into the kiss.

He tangled his hands in her hair, tilting her head back for better access, so he could lick at her bitten lips until they parted, opening her mouth to him.

He swallowed up her sigh eagerly, sinking into the only warmth he could feel on her, her tongue and breath mingling with his as she openly met his kiss.

"Kakashi?" she asked softly between kisses. He almost couldnt hear her voice, but the feeling of her lips whispering his name

against his mouth made his knees buckle.

He ducked his head into the crook of her neck and breathed her in, letting his hands run over her waist before settling heavily on her belly. He groaned softly as her hand slotted over his, holding it onto the curve of her bump.

"Come inside," he said into her ear, flexing his fingers against her body.

He barely felt her nod her head before he was whisking her into his apartment. He helped her shrug out of her jacket, letting it fall somewhere on his floor with a splash, and held her close as she kicked

off her sandals, leaving them in puddles of their own making.

Next, it was his shirt she was peeling off and tossing aside. He felt a sick satisfaction, watching her run her fingers over his body, eyeing him with her pupils blown wide. He guided her hands down his abdomen to his

waistband, kissing the corner of her lips to break her out of her reverie.

"I see how you look at me," she said with a teasing little smile as her fingers popped the button of his pants. "It's only fair I get to do the same."

Kakashi pretended he couldn't feel his ears go hot.

He'd spent weeks feeling like a pervert for admiring her body. The further along her pregnancy she got, the more he wanted her. He told himself it was because they were getting closer—which was true, but the physical aspect of it was a monster of its own.

And now, here she was;

blatantly calling him out, though, admittedly, she made him feel more excited than shamed for it.

"Tell me, Kakashi-kun," she said sweetly, leaving his pants to start peeling back her robe, slowly revealing the gauzy camisole beneath it. "What is it you like?"

The rain had soaked through her robe and onto the thin, cream-coloured clothes beneath, making it cling to her in a way he envied. He could see her pert, pink nipples through the fabric, see the perfect swell of her breast, and the smooth curve of her stomach.

"Fucking everything," he breathed out, reaching for her, clawing at her until she was gasping against his lips.

Then he found himself lurching backwards until his body hit the couch. He winced as pain shot through him, but just as quickly as it did, cool relief washed over him.

"I'm going to heal you," Sakura said softly, standing between his knees, leaning over just far enough that he could peak down her top.

"But while I do," she continued, sliding her hand slowly up the side of his body with the cracked ribs, "I want you to tell me everything."

"Everything?" he asked, his voice coming out hoarser than he anticipated.

Sakura's smile was pretty, but dangerous.

"Tell me about the things you like, Kakashi-kun. Tell me about all the things you want. All the things you've dreamt of."

Kakashi swallowed thickly as she lowered herself onto his lap, perched on his knees as she worked on his injuries.

"I think about kissing you everyday," he confessed, hesitantly placing his hands on her thighs. When she didn't stop him, he let them settle there.

"When you're concentrating, this little line appears between your eyebrows," he explained, lifting a hand to brush his thumb over it as she concentrated on healing his ribs. "Every time I see it, I want to press my lips to it."

She blinked at him, wide-eyed and surprised.

When he leaned forward to do just as he wanted, she pushed him back against the couch.

"What else?" she prompted, moving on to the next rib that needed mending.

"You bite your lip, too," he added, using his thumb to tug her bottom lip out from under her teeth.

"I wished I could bite it for you," he said. "I'd put my mouth anywhere you let me," he admitted, feeling less shame than he probably should have. Sakura's cheeks were pink, but her grin was impish.

"Anywhere, huh?"

Kakashi slid his hand a little further up her thigh, squeezing

it gently as he met her playful gaze seriously.

"Anywhere," he repeated.

"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully, her attention back on his side as she moved onto the final rib. The room went so quiet, Kakashi was sure she'd be able to hear his heartbeat.

"And what about my mouth?"

"What?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Don't you ever think about where you might want my mouth, Kakashi-kun?" she asked, her lips curving into a sweet, devilish smile.

"I—uh—"

"How 'bout here?" she suggested, lifting a finger to his neck. It stung briefly before her chakra

washed over it, healing the cut there.

"Would you want me to kiss you here, Kakashi-kun?" she asked, leaning forward until her damp clothes brushed against his heated skin, making him shiver.

He swallowed again, clearing the lump in his throat.

"Y-yes."

She hummed softly as she pressed her lips to his neck, kissing the freshly-healed cut.

"What about here?" she said, moving to another bit of tender skin. "What if I heal you with my lips, hm?"

Fuck, he hadn't known she could do that.

"Guh," he said, the epitome of eloquence.

"Was that a yes?" she mumbled against his skin, her breath puffing out against him, making him sink further into the couch and under her thighs.

"Yes, fuck," he hissed as he felt her tongue run along the side of his neck. He lost himself in the feeling of her lips on him, of her

soft body perched in his lap, over her hands roaming over every sore spot on his body and soothing him.

She was still sitting far enough back that she wouldn't feel how hard he was, but he knew it was just a matter of time. He wasn't sure it would be entirely bad, anyway.

Judging by the scent he picked off of her, he knew he wasn't the only one running hot, but his concerns were rooted more in his reaction than hers.

Suffice it to say, it had been awhile for Kakashi. Ever since he'd come to understand the depth of his feelings for Sakura,

he hadn't been able to pursue anything else, even casually.

And as she inched up higher and higher on his lap, he became increasingly away of all the nights he'd spent alone. The warmth between her thighs was spreading through him, already luring him in.

"Focus, Kakashi-kun," Sakura murmured as her hand wrapped around his broken arm gently. "Isn't there anything else you'd like to do to me?"

Kakashi almost came in his pants, right then.

"Uh—um—I-I—" he stammered, trying to pull himself together.

"Shhh," she shushed gently, sliding up further in his lap. His eyes rolled back as her soft ass pressed against his thighs.

"Don't think too hard. Just tell me what comes to mind," she suggested, as if his mind wasn't short-circuiting.

"Your b-body," he started, flexing his hands on her thighs to ground himself. She ran her tongue along the shell of his ear, and he found himself bucking up into her.

She giggled and leaned further onto him, her breasts brushing against his chest.

"What part, Kakashi-kun?"

"Fuck—all of it," he confessed. "Your thighs, this /ass/—fuck, I spend half my day staring at your ass."

"Tsk, tsk—naughty Kakashi-kun. Do you think about groping my ass while you're supposed to be keeping me safe?"

She nipped at his ear harshly.

"Why don't you grab it now, and tell me if it's everything you dreamed of?"

Kakashi moaned softly as he slid his hands under her ass, sinking his fingers into the soft globes, gripping her hard until her back arched.

He let his head fall against her shoulder with a groan.

"So fucking soft," he mumbled, massaging it, trying to hold as much of her in his hands as he could.

"Wanna watch it bounce," he heard himself say, feeling his ears burn as he said it. "Wanna cover it in teeth marks and hand prints."

Sakura giggled again. "My Kakashi-kun is an ass man, who knew?" she teased.

He buried his face in her neck to keep from saying something stupid—like that he was actually an everything-about-her man—and let himself suck at the base until he heard her heave a shuddering sigh.

Despite his efforts, he couldn't stop himself from telling her more.

"Not just your ass," he said. "I've always wondered if your nipples were the same colour as your hair. If your breasts would fit in the palm of my hand. If they would still look so goddamn perky while

I fucked you."

Sakura leaned back at that, far enough that she could see his face. Her lips were parted, still so deliciously red and swollen, but this time he was allowed to capture them in a kiss and taste them for himself. She took his hand in hers, lifting it from her ass

and running it over her body until he was cupping her breast. She squeezed herself with his hand, showing him just how she liked to be touched. He wondered if pregnancy made her extra sensitive. Each brush of his calloused palm against her peaks had her gasping.

"So, that's what you want? You wanna fuck me?" she whispered, kissing him sweetly to take away the sting of pain of the bone in his arm snapping back into place as she healed him.

Kakashi clutched onto her harder to help him see through how fast the room was spinning around him.

"I just want you," he admitted.

Sakura hummed, her head tilted as she considered him. She had no right to look so cute, he thought; with her stringy, wet hair, and her pouty lips, and her see-through top. She shouldn't have looked so sweet as she slotting her hips with his.

This time, it was Kakashi who heaved a shuddering breath, as he felt the heat of her core slide over his aching hard-on.

"Really?" she asked teasingly. "You don't want to fuck me, even a little bit?"

Kakashi could have sworn there was an audible snap in his brain.

"I have thought about fucking you every night for the last five months," he said without an ounce of remorse, finding great satisfaction in the sweet, surprised 'oh' she let out.

"Ever since I found out you're pregnant, all I've been able to think about is filling you up, myself," he said, sliding his palm over her belly and softly rubbing at her.

"Watching your body change for me, instead of /him,/" he added for good measure.

"Do you think I made a mistake marrying Sasuke?" she asked, sounding as though she already knew his answer.

"I think I am ten times the man he could ever be," he answered simply.

Sakura considered him for a long moment, her fingers twirling in his hair.

"Prove it."

Kakashi rocked his hips up into hers at the same time he surged forward to kiss her, swirling his tongue in her mouth at the same pace his hips moved under her.

She mewled into his kiss, a soft, broken little sound, as she rocked her hips with his, each movement pushing his

unbuttoned pants further down until they were rendered pointless. The soft, thin fabric of her shorts hid nothing from him. They were already damp with her arousal, and every time she rocked back, he could see how translucent they had gone, clinging to her skin,

giving him a peek of what was waiting for him beneath that thin barrier.

"So hard for me, Kakashi-kun," she cooed, moving her hips in tight circles on top of him until he was moaning in her ear.

"Want you so bad," he gritted out, bucking up into her so suddenly she yelped.

She sucked his lip into her mouth, licking and nipping at it as her hand swept down between them, squeezing through to reach at his cock, her slim fingers wrapping around him, massaging him through his underwear.

"Mm, so thick," she sighed. "You're gonna feel so good inside me."

/Fuck,/ yes he fucking would. His hips twitched, bucking into her hand.

She giggled and slid her palm along his length as she captured his lips in another open-mouthed kiss, laughing and breathing heavily into him.

"Such a big cock, Kakashi-kun," she praised.

"Have you been saving it all for me?" she asked, rubbing at his tip through his boxers, making them stick to his skin with the combination of her arousal and his pre-cum.

"Yes," he groaned. "You're the only one I want."

That must have been the right answer,

because she followed it up by pulling him free of his boxers and sliding him into the gap in her shorts so he could feel how wet and hot she was without any barriers.

"/Fuuuuck,/" he moaned, letting his head fall back against the couch.

"Do you know why I only ever accepted you as my guard detail?" she asked, slowly moving back and forth along his length, her ass pushing into his hands, and her belly brushing against his abdomen with each pass.

"W-why?"

"Because whenever you're around, I forget all about him."

Kakashi groaned as his tip slipped inside her only to slip right back out as she rocked back.

"But then you left me," she said with a sad sigh. "And now, I don't know what to think."

"I'm sorry—fuck, Sakura, I'm so fucking sorry—"

Her hand clapped down over his mouth and her

hips lifted off of him completely.

"I know. I've already heard your apologies. But now I need you to show me how good you can be. How much better you are than him," she explained, slowly moving her hand until her fingertips were brushing against his lips.

"Can you do that?" she asked. "Can you be good to me, Kakashi-kun?"

"I'll be everything you need, Sakura, please," he said, sitting up to try and kiss her, but she forced him back down. "Please, let me show you," he begged, sounding needier than he'd ever heard himself sound.

Sakura smiled sweetly.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" she said. "My beautiful Kakashi-kun," she praised with a sigh, running warm kisses up his jaw. "Bet you look even prettier when you beg," she whispered into his ear.

"Would you do that for me?" she asked, scraping

her nails lightly at the back of his head, making him shiver.

"Would you use that pretty mouth to beg for me?"

Kakashi swallowed hard, trying to loosen up his throat to tell her he would do anything she wanted to make her his. He only managed a croak and an eager nod.

Sakura sighed, a long, sweet sound of relief as she smiled down on him, her hands cradling his face.

"Beg for me, baby," she said as one hand travelled down to grip him at the base, angling him upward toward her entrance.

His breath caught in his throat.

"Beg for this pussy."

Kakashi groaned, flexing his hips up toward the heat of her core, but she held him by with one hand on his hip, keeping him tightly nestled against her without being able to move any further.

"Use your words, Kakashi-kun," she whispered, peppering his jaw and neck with kisses.

He felt like he was going to lose his fucking mind if she didn't let him push into her. The heat and wetness was so close, taunting him so excrutiatingly.

"Good boys know how to ask politely," she chided, her tongue swiping lightly at the beauty mark on his chin.

She swirled her hips, her entrance shifting slightly over his tip—gods, she was trying to kill him, he just knew it.

"What's the magic word, Kakashi-kun?" she teased, sinking so achingly slow over him just to rise back up and rob him of the heavenly feeling of her.

"Fuck—please—/please,/ Sakura-san," he snapped, bucking his hips and breaking her hold on him, finally sinking deep inside her. It wasn't until he bottomed out, his head spinning from how /fucking tight/ she was, that he realized what he'd done.

"Sakura-san, huh?"

The lilt of amusement in her voice would have embarrassed him if it weren't for whatever she was doing with her hips that just felt so—fucking—good—

"Shit," he hissed, feeling her walls drag along his length as she slowly lifted herself then sat back down. "So tight—/shit—/"

She captured his lips in a dizzying kiss—all teeth and tongue, sighs and moans—breathing into him while worked her tight little body over his.

Her hands were everywhere—clawing at his shoulders, his back, his chest, grabbing him, holding him, squeezing him wherever they could.

At some point, he'd managed to stop kissing her long enough to fling her camisole across his apartment, leaving her bare to him. He could have stared forever—he probably would have if she hadn't pulled him back into another kiss.

"So perfect," he mumbled, pawing at her breast, feeling the weight of it in his hand, so soft and firm, and so sensitive when he flicked the pad of his thumb over her nipple and made her gasp into his mouth.

"Mm, feel so good, Kakashi-kun," she moaned sweetly.

"So big," she sighed, sinking slowly down, resting her ass heavily on his thighs and swivelling her hips to feel him as deep as she could.

Kakashi's moan caught in his throat as he hit that soft, spongy spot inside her, the head of his cock pressing and rubbing into it.

"/Fuck,/" he gritted out, both his hands falling to her ass, pushing past the gauzy fabric of her shorts to grip her hard.

"Does it feel good, baby?" she asked, her voice high and keening. "Does this pussy feel good?"

"So fucking good," he moaned, dropping his head to her

shoulder, trying desperately to calm himself down.

Her hand went to his hair, her nails scraping gently against his scalp as her walls pulsed steadily around him.

"Sakura, please, I'm gonna—" He broke off with another stuttering moan, shaking with effort as he held himself back

from coming not two minutes after being inside her.

"What happened to my polite Kakashi-kun?" Sakura teased, pulling him away from her shoulder so she could look him in the eye—so he could see how criminally adorable she looked, pouting at him while he was balls deep inside her.

He swallowed hard, sinking further into the couch and under her, somehow earning himself an even better view of her; her flushed skin, her bright eyes, her full breasts, and that damn baby bump. His hand was stretched across it before he knew what he was doing.

Sakura giggled as his dick twitched inside her, while he was fully enraptured in the sight of her, naked on top of him, her body round and fertile—/fuck/—

"Let me fuck you, please, Sakura-san," he groaned, trying to buck into her, but she kept him anchored in that slow pace.

"Mm, my Kakashi-kun is so eager to please, isn't he?" she asked, swirling her hips as she rode him painstakingly slow, her walls twisting and pulling at him until his thighs were quaking.

"'M gonna cum," he admitted with a broken moan. "Wanna make you feel good, please—"

She cooed softly, pressing her lips to his in the chastest of kisses.

"Don't worry, baby, you can cum," she whispered, her lips brushing against his as her hips continued tormenting him. "I'll keep you hard for as long as I need you."

And then she clamped down hard around him.

She gasped, still riding him, nice and slow and deep, each stroke of her walls bringing out another spurt of his cum.

"Oh, Kakashi," she moaned, her head tossed back. "Oh, gods, baby, it feels so good having you inside me."

Fuck, if she continued like this, he'd be coming again

in no time.

"Still so hard for me," she said with a sly smile, leaning forward to kiss him and nip at his lip. "Do you have more cum for me, Kakashi-kun?"

"Fuck yes," he growled, kissing her harder. "I'll give you everything you want. I'll be so good to you," he promised.

"I know," she said, and despite this strange game they'd fallen into, he believed her implicitly. He'd never begged for anything as much as he was willing to beg for this—for her.

"Let me be good for you, please, Sakura-san," he said. "Take such good care of you."

Sakura moaned softly into his ear, her pussy tightening around him until he moaned back.

"My sweet Kakashi-kun," she sighed. "Strong, and smart, and so good to me," she praised. "I should have waited for you."

"/Yes,/" he heard himself hiss, though he wasn't entirely sure if it

was in agreement with her statement, or because she was so wet it was dripping down his length and gathering on the pants he never bothered to remove completely.

"What is it, baby? Tell me," she implored.

"So fucking wet. /So wet/, Sakura, fuck," he groaned.

"Are you gonna cum again for me?" she asked, riding his cock with those long strokes that drove him completely wild.

"Fuck—"

"Give me your cum, Kakashi-kun. Be a good boy, and give it all to me," she said, her tongue swiping against the shell of his ear, making him shiver.

Kakashi focused on the feeling of her tight little body writhing above his to distract himself from the feeble, crackling moan he let out as he came again.

"Fuck, fuck, /fuuuck,/" he wailed, his hips twitching up into her spastically.

"I should have fucked you five months ago."

She twisted and rocked her hips, her nails scraping gently against his scalp while she rode him mercilessly, her pace painstakingly slow, but so effective. He felt lie his muscles were turning to jello.

"Would you have liked that?" she whispered.

"Would you?" she asked again when he gave no reply. He moaned as her walls clenched tight around him. "If I was pregnant with your child instead?"

Fuck, that did it.

"Shit—/fuck/—gods, Sakura—"

"Mm, is that a yes?" she teased.

"Y-y—ugh—/uuugh/—"

"So much cum," she sighed, her voice high and breathy, the only indication that she was the least bit affected by him. He probably would have cared more if he wasn't fighting to stay conscious.

"Wanna be inside you," he mumbled, miraculously.

"You already are, silly," she said,

giggling and clenching around him rhythmically as if he needed a reminder.

"No," he grunted, sliding a hand from her hip to the swell of her stomach. "I want to be inside you. Always."

He watched as her lips parted in surprise, her breath puffing out across his lips.

"Want everyone to see it," he continued. "To know I'm always with you."

Sakura watched him as she continued with her long, slow strokes. He broke off with a groan, clenching his jaw to hold off for a minute. He wasn't sure how much longer he could continue like this.

"You want to fill me up, Kakashi-kun?" she asked, her soft fingers brushing across his cheek. "You want the whole village to know how good you fuck me?"

"/Fuck, yes./ Wish that was my baby," he admitted, ducking his head to pull her pretty pink nipple between his teeth.

"Fucking love seeing you like this," he mumbled around her breast, his fingers flexing around her bump. "So full. So /fucking full./"

"You fill my pussy so well, Kashi-kun," she sighed, her hips twisting with each upward stroke, making his eyes roll back.

"Listen to that." She sat heavily onto his thighs, letting the wet noise of their joining resonate. "So full already."

"Wanna fill you all the time," he said, barely recognizing his voice with how wrecked it was.

"Yeah? You wanna keep this pussy warm?"

"Yes, fuck /yes/—"

"You wanna keep it filled with your cum? Be my good boy and keep me filled, all day long?"

"'M—'m gonna cum again—fuck, Sakura, please—" he begged. He was vaguely aware of her lips pressing sweet kissing on the corner of his lips and along his jaw.

"What is it? What do you need, baby?"

"Cum with me—please—please, wanna feel you—"

"Aw, but I'm not ready—"

She clamped down on him and took him in to the base, squeezing him tight as he came again, shooting weakly into her already dripping cunt.

"/Please,/" he begged brokenly, convulsing under her while she resumed her slow ride.

"You sound so pretty when you beg," she said with a sigh. "So needy."

"Yes," he agreed mindlessly, reaching between her legs for her clit in hopes to get her off. She swatted him away.

"How long have you been wanting this, hm?"

"So long," he gasped. "Wanted you for so long. Think about fucking you all the time."

"Such a nasty boy. Such a needy little slut."

Kakashi whimpered as her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging his head back so she could slide her

open mouth over his. He moaned into her mouth, sucking on her tongue, trying to give her whatever pleasure she would allow him to.

"Are you gonna beg for it? Show me how much you need it."

He moaned again, wanting to give her whatever she asked for but at his wit's end.

"Please," he managed to croak.

She tutted, disappointed. Kakashi nearly cried.

"Say it, Kakashi-kun," she implored, her voice sweet but carrying an edge of warning. "What are you?"

"I—/ah/—I'm a needy slut. I'm a slut for your pussy, Sakura-san."

Sakura’s mouth slotted over his in a wet, open-mouthed kiss that was more tongue than lips as she moaned with him, her walls fluttering, growing impossibly tight around him as she finally—/finally/—came.

“Fuck—” Kakashi gasped. “Fuck—/fuck!/”

His voice warbled and cracked as he

crested with her, an intense wetness surrounding him as his cock twitched painfully inside her. At this point, he wasn’t sure he had anything left to give, but somehow, Sakura was still demanding more from him.

The only thing that kept him holding on was the sound of her moaning

into his ear, panting and crying softly for him as her body quivered around his.

“So good,” she whined. “The best. Gods, Kakashi, you’re so good,” she praised, her cunt gripping him as her hips rocked into his. His vision was spotty, but he’d be damned if he gave this up.

“S’for you,” he mumbled, his body twitching from overstimulation.

“Ah—I know, baby,” she moaned, her head rolled back and skin flushed as her rocking grew fast and desperate. “My Kakashi-kun—oh, /gods/—cum with me, please—please, baby,” she cried, her nails biting into his neck.

He felt her hand grip his and slide it over the swell of her belly, then her eyes locked with his, as soft as the sweet kiss she pressed to the corner of his lips, then a shock of pleasure so unbearable he didn’t think he could take it.

Then…nothing.

When Kakashi came to, he found himself reclined on his couch, the duvet from his bed draped over him and a tall glass of water on the table by his head.

He drank it in three east gulps, each one providing him with some much needed clarity.

For one, all traces of his injuries

were gone—broken skin and bone mended, dirt and blood rubbed clean.

Despite his hard journey and extracariculars, he felt astonishingly well-rested.

And his sweater was missing.

Thankfully, he had a pretty good idea who was responsible for all of it.

He could hear her rustling around in his kitchen, probably trying her best to keep quiet, but failing miserably. He couldn’t help but smile about it as he plucked her soggy robe off the carpet

on his way to the kitchen.

He could smell fried eggs and the lingering scent of his shampoo mingling with the smell that was just innately Sakura. He had to smile at that, too.

Still, nothing got to him quite as much as seeing her fumbling around his kitchen wearing his

sweater, her long legs poking out, and the curve of her baby bump protruding slightly, even through the oversized fit.

Thank the gods she was a little oblivious, because he needed a moment to collect himself before facing her.

Once he felt like he wasn’t teetering on the edge of a full-blown crisis, he took a step toward her.

Her delighted little jump as she saw him and nearly sent a dish flying out the window made him think every minute of torturous pining had been well worth it.

“Oh, look, he’s away,” she teased over her shoulder before turning off the faucet and turning to face him.

“I, um— We should probably talk about— I’m sorry if I did too much,” she said with a nervous bleat of laughter, wringing her hands in dishtowel as he grabbed her hips.

“I’d say it’s the pregnancy hormones, but it’s probably—/mmph!/”

He ignored her rambling in favour of kissing her. Hard.

He was just a /little/ self-satisfied with the dazed look in her eyes when he broke it off.

“If that’s how you treat people who leave you, I can’t wait to see what you do to the ones that don’t.”

She blinked at him owlishly before her lips twitched upwards into a tentative smile.

“Stay and find out,” she proposed.

“Deal. On one condition, though,” he bargained.

“Since when are you a master negotiator—?” she quipped.

“You had your way with me,” he interrupted. “I gave you everything you wanted,” he reminded her, his eyes sliding down to her belly and back up to see her blushing.

Her smile was as soft as the touch of her fingers against his jaw.

“You certainly did,” she agreed, rising up on her toes to gingerly kiss his lips.

He savoured the feeling before leaning away and meeting her doe-eyed look of confusion with a hard stare.

“Glad you agree,” he said, keeping his voice steely as he took her wrists and pinned her arms down to her sides.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he vowed, towering over her, watching as her quiet surprise quickly made way for intrigue.

She lifted her chin, eyebrow cocked upward with a bravado that was shaky at best. Her blown pupils and the hitch in her breath all but gave her away.

“Is that so?” she challenged.

“That’s right, /Sakura-san,/” he said with a smirk. “I’m gonna show you what you can do for /me./”

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