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Kakashi had been on some strange missions in his life. In twenty-four years, he’d seen some doozies, but nothing had left him equipped to handle this. No amount of S-Class rogue-nin could have prepared him for what it was like to come to in a familiar yet horrifyingly strange place. He knew Konoha better than he knew his own body. He could walk its roads and alleyways backwards with his eyes closed.
And yet, it was all so different.
Sixteen years made a significant difference, he learned. Somehow he had landed himself sixteen years in the future, learning things he probably shouldn’t have learned, and things he absolutely did not want to learn.
Things like how the world had almost come to an end in a great war, and how he had played a significant part in keeping that from happening. Also, he had played a significant part in setting that war in motion because, apparently, his childhood (sort of) friend had (sort of) orchestrated the whole thing, after Kakashi had (sort of) abandoned him in a cave, after he’d been (nearly) crushed to death.
They had to wipe his memories clear of that bit of information.
He was still very much alive after sixteen years, and not only was he alive, but he no longer had the Sharingan. They wouldn’t tell him how he’d lost it, not after his memory had already had to be wiped of sensitive information.
He was the Sixth Hokage. As far as he knew, they hadn’t even had a Fifth Hokage yet. But inspecting the monument that overlooked Konoha told him all he needed to know about that. He supposed it wasn't entirely shocking that he might one day be considered for Hokage, but it was unwelcome news. Judging by the expression on his older incarnation, it was still unwelcome sixteen years later.
It was good to know some things never changed.
There were definitely some momentous changes, though, and they were unsettling to say the least. He was married. To a medic, no less, with pink hair and green eyes, and she was quite possibly the least subtle, pushiest, loudest kunoichi in existence. He wasn’t sure what had occurred in sixteen years that had brought him to her, but he was finding it hard to believe. She was beautiful, certainly, but he had found few creatures in his life to irritate him as deftly as she did.
Unfortunately for him, she was in charge of him. It was unfortunate for her, too, because he was hardly good company to keep. He refused her medical attention for the sole reason that he wanted to refuse it, even though he was fairly certain she was an excellent medic, judging by the purple seal on her forehead. He had met the legendary Tsunade before. He knew what that seal meant.
But as ardently as he refused her, she pushed back with just as much bull-headedness. Maybe even more, honestly. He had been concerned that he’d become a bit of a pushover with age, but after two hours of dealing with this harpy, he knew that was not the case. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d bullied him into marrying her.
She chipped away at him so inelegantly, but so effectively. She grated on his nerves in just the right ways; so perfectly annoying that he had no choice but to divulge bits of himself to her. And once he started, he couldn’t stop. He had sparred with her because she had bullied him into it, and in doing so, had learned she was remarkable. He had let her examine him because she had talked his ear off until he was begging her to just shut up and do it, and he learned she was brilliant.
With every bit of her that was revealed to him, he found himself more and more willing to endure her; willing to let her endure him.
Brilliant and remarkable as she was—and as he was, to be frank—they found a solution to his time travel predicament within a couple of weeks. He found himself reluctant to leave, though he knew there was no choice but to go.
Sakura was reluctant to see him go, as well. She wanted to say goodbye properly. She wanted him and her husband—the older version of himself that was so bizarre to him—together.
It was the one request she made of him that he was not quick to refuse.
They were all in agreement. Her smile was as slow and sexy as the swing of her hips as she walked over to her husband to kiss him deep, taking her time to slant her mouth against his in a way that had him holding her body tight and breathing her in. Just as he seemed to want to take it further, she slinked away, looking more mischievous than ever. He had a knowing look in his eye; apparently, this was common behaviour for her.
She held his gaze as she backed away from him and headed for Kakashi, patiently waiting his turn. She hummed as she pulled him down to meet her kiss. This was much less indulgent than the one she’d shared with her husband; more playful and teasing, not that he was complaining. He was in no position to complain about anything.
Particularly not when she took him by the hand and led him through their home and to their bedroom, where she then proceeded to force him down onto the edge of the bed. She was wearing a wicked little smile as she set her knees on either side of him, hovering over his lap, looking down on him, seemingly waiting for him to make a move.
He let his hands come to a rest on her hips. It felt like the safest place to be, especially with the way her husband was watching from the doorway. He wasn’t sure how this worked. Was she technically his to have? His older self clearly didn’t mind, and she was desperate to have him, so there was no issue there. He’d wanted her from the moment they met.
When she pressed her parted lips to his in a heated, wet kiss, he knew there was no point in over thinking it. He met her eager tongue with his own, meeting her with languid circles as his hands on her hips forced her down to sit flush against him, so she could feel just how inevitable this was. She seemed to like that, arching and moaning happily on his lap.
“Isn’t she something else?” the older Kakashi said with a knowing smirk. Kakashi would have answered him had his mouth been free, but Sakura was doing an excellent job keeping him preoccupied. Instead, he hummed into her, giving her tongue one good, hard suck—just enough to make her yelp in surprise—before returning to his slow kiss.
She rolled her hips above him, probably intent on letting him know that she was still the one in charge. He was happy to watch her make her moves, but as far as he was concerned, she was his to have, and he was going to have her how he wanted; screaming.
With that in mind, he rocked his hips up into her to meet her rolling motion. She moaned into his mouth, arching against him with just a little more excitement. She broke their kiss, smirking down at him and panting lightly.
“Are you shy, Kakashi-kun?” she asked with a little tilt of her head. “Don’t you want to touch me?” She reached back to entwine her fingers with his over the backs of his hands and then slid his palms back around her hips and over her ass. He’d been admiring that since he first landed in this time, but holding it was so much better than looking at it. She gasped happily when he gripped her with bruising tightness.
“Do you like it a little rough, Sakura?” he asked, tutting lightly as he dug his fingers in harder. The way she was pushing her ass back into his hands told him that she absolutely wanted him to give it to her rough. That, he could do; he had no problem obliging her in that.
“Mm,” she hummed with a slow nod, circling her hips against his once more. He could feel her hot core, even through the layers of her shorts and his pants. He bucked up into her at the thought of how good it would be once they eliminated those layers. “I wonder if you can handle it, Kakashi-kun,” she said with a pout. He dropped his palm down onto her ass in a hard smack.
“Why don’t you get rid of those clothes, and I’ll show you what I can handle?” he proposed a little darkly. She seemed to like that, too, judging by the shiver that went through her. She pressed a lingering kiss to his lips before carefully climbing off of him, only to stand before him between his legs.
“You don’t want to unwrap me, yourself?” she asked. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her until her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. But maybe undressing her would be a better place to start.
He wasted no time in ridding her of her tunic, leaving her in her matching lycra bra and shorts. She was getting impatient as he stared at her trim little figure in them. Before she could lose it—he had a feeling that was a common problem with her—he spun her around to admire her ass in those little shorts, bending her over just slightly so her ass was presented to him perfectly. He smacked it again, enjoying the way it bounced under his palm.
Still, she grew more impatient. He could see it in the way she was fidgeting and pushing herself insistently closer to him, trying to entice him to take it further. He needed no enticing; he was exactly where he wanted to be, doing exactly what he needed to do. He yanked her shorts down in one fluid motion, happy to see there was nothing beneath them, leaving her completely bared to him.
He didn’t bother reining in his urges; this would be his only opportunity to act on them. So, he pulled her back even closer to him and bent her over further so that her puffy pink lips were exposed to him, and he sealed his mouth against her. She let out a long, quiet whine as he licked and sucked between her wet folds, gently guiding her into bliss. When she started rocking back against his face, he knew he was doing something right.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” she gasped. He smiled against her, even though neither she nor her husband could see him, with his nose buried against her ass. “Oh, gods,” she moaned as he sucked softly on her clit, running his tongue flat against it, kissing her pussy with the same care that he used for her mouth.
He only pulled away once her legs were shaking and her slick was dripping down his chin. He took a moment to bite hard into one of her ass cheeks, leaving a pretty red mark that he hoped would stick around until after he was gone.
She didn’t wait for his go-ahead before she spun back around and bent over to kiss him hard. She licked across his lips, tasting herself on them and groaning into his mouth before moving her mouth to his chin to take care of the mess he’d made there, too.
“Meticulous,” he taunted.
“You have no idea,” his older self said.
“Either say something important, or put your mouth back where it belongs,” she said with a huff and a little pout. Her lips were already red and swollen with kisses; he couldn’t help but wonder what they would look like after they’d been stretched around his cock. But first, he had a little more unwrapping to do.
He stood, towering over her and enjoying the way she leaned into his body, her hands splaying out across his stomach with a tenderness and familiarity that caught him off-guard. He found himself feeling a little jealous; the older Kakashi got to enjoy her every night, any time he pleased. He knew the ins and outs of her tight, little body, and she knew his. He wondered if the tricks that worked on her husband would work on him now.
If they did, he had the feeling he would be ruined until he could have her again in his own timeline.
She didn’t have the bandwidth to wait for him to muse about the intricacies of their intimacy and the implications it would have on his sex life post-time-travel. If he wouldn’t undress her, she would do it herself. She pulled the lycra bra up and over her head, tossing it carelessly to the side before presenting herself to him with a cocky smile.
Fuck, but she was perfect.
He spun her around once again, pulling her naked back tight to his front before reaching around and placing a hand on each of her breasts, palming at them and feeling her hardened buds roll beneath his hands. She hummed happily, arching her chest into his hands, and pushing her soft ass back against his erection.
“I guess you’ve always been an ass man, then,” she teased, smiling playfully at her husband. Kakashi was smirking at him, too, over her shoulder before he ducked his head to suckle at her neck. She sighed and exposed more of her skin to him, happy to let him mark her up as he pleased. He supposed med-nin didn’t have to worry about those sorts of things.
“Yours is particularly nice,” he confessed, rolling his hips pointedly against her so she could feel just how much he really enjoyed it.
“What about you?” she asked with a pout to her husband. “Aren’t you going to tell me how much you love my ass?” He chuckled under his breath and finally stepped fully into the room, standing before her and tilting her face up to him with a finger beneath her chin.
“You’re already far too arrogant for your own good,” he chastised. Kakashi watched with interest as he leaned down to kiss her, open-mouthed and wet, slipping his tongue into her mouth without hesitation and drawing out a breathy little moan from her for all his efforts. He was definitely feeling jealous of his older self now, he thought; he could prompt the most delicious noises from her with so little effort.
It was an interesting sight, watching her kiss his older self. He felt equal parts jealous and proud that she was his wife. Still, as enjoyable as it was, a part of him wanted her focus solely on him. He had no idea what kind of lover he would turn out to be, but he knew very well the kind of lover he was now—a determined one.
So, as she lost herself to a passionate kiss, he trailed one of his hands down from her breast to the apex of her thighs, feeling her heat before he even pressed his fingers against her. She was moaning more ardently into the older Kakashi’s mouth, and he was fairly certain it was at least in part due to his wandering hand.
Satisfied with having garnered some of her attention, he reached lower and cupped her core in his hand, flattening his palm against her and watching as she rocked herself back and forth against him.
“Kakashi-kun,” she whimpered into her husband’s mouth. Her slick was already coating his hand, and she was moving against him faster, chasing after her release. He wouldn’t give it to her just yet, but watching her go for it was a sight to behold, so he pressed his hand tighter to her and slipped a finger between her lips to rub fully against her clit.
“Mm, yes,” she sighed. “Play with my pussy,” she begged, her lips still pressed to her husband’s, even while Kakashi’s hand was buried between her legs. He flicked the pad of his finger over her bud, watching as her body jerked and twitched under his ministrations, watching as his older self pinched the nipple he had left behind. She gasped and returned the favour by sinking her teeth into his lip.
“Naughty,” he rasped before pulling his face away from hers. She whimpered in protest, but her disappointment was short-lived when Kakashi pushed his finger deep into her, curling it and rubbing at her from the inside.
“Yes,” she whined, keening softly as he slowly pumped his finger into her, simultaneously tapping on her clit with his thumb, nudging her closer to her peak little by little. “More, Kakashi-kun,” she moaned, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. “Give me more. Make me cum.”
“What do you think?” he asked the older version of himself. Sakura whined brokenly, rocking against his hand, but he put an end to that with a quick spank to her behind. Older Kakashi hummed in consideration, eyeing her seriously as she stared back pleadingly.
“I’ll leave it to your discretion,” he said finally, giving her one little peck before moving to sit in the armchair by the door, a perfect viewing spot to watch his wife get fucked by his younger self. Kakashi wondered if he’d ever thought about that; it was a significant age gap between the two of them. Surely, he’d wondered what it would be like to be closer in age.
Sakura was still softly mewling as his fingers played between her folds. Small cries of please, and yes, Kakashi-kun, yes. He plunged his finger into her faster, the sound of his hand slapping against her wetness filling the room.
“Are you gonna cum, Sakura?” he asked, pausing just long enough to slip a second finger into her. Her response was a broken, little moan. He held her tight as her legs began quaking in earnest, her moans growing louder and hoarser.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m gonna cum, Kakashi-kun,” she cried. He worked his hand against her faster, harder, her head rolling against his shoulder as she moaned ceaselessly. When she flexed her hips and clamped down on his fingers, he knew she was there. “Hmm—ugh, fuck,” she groaned as her walls clenched and quivered, and her orgasm rolled through her.
“Mm, that’s it, Sakura,” he encouraged, slowly pumping his finger and guiding her through her orgasm, drawing out as long as he could.
“Feel better, baby?” older Kakashi asked from his seat. Sakura hummed happily. “Show him how grateful you are.”
Sakura turned on him with a gleeful smile, knocking him back until his knees hit the mattress and he collapsed onto it. She leaned over him to kiss him slowly, capturing his lips with hers and sighing like she’d never felt anything so relaxing before in her life. Then, her hands were on his pants, unbuttoning and pulling until they were around his ankles. She was knelt between his legs before he could blink, and then her mouth was pressing over his cock through his boxers.
“Fuck,” he groaned as her mouth sealed over his head and her tongue lapped at him, hot and wet, through the fabric of his boxers. She hummed happily, the vibrations of her voice making his cock twitch against her lips.
“You taste so good, Kakashi-kun,” she said with wide eyes and a sweet smile. He had to convince himself not to grab her and push himself deep into her throat. He would get there, but she ought to have some fun, too. The older Kakashi didn’t look at all surprised by his wife’s eagerness to wrap her lips around his cock, which made him think that she would be very good at what she was about to do.
Once his boxers were damp from the combination of his pre-cum and her mouth, she decided they had to go. She bit into her lip as she drank in the sight of him, fully hard and slightly dripping, before she raised her eyes to meet his. She aligned her parted lips with his head, breathing heavily onto it and smirking at him as his cock twitched in front of her.
“Do you want me to suck it, Kakashi-kun?” she asked, blinking innocently.
“Don’t tease him, love,” the older Kakashi warned. “He’s not used to it.” Sakura pouted at him.
“You won’t mind a little teasing, will you, Kakashi-kun?” she asked with a playful swipe of her tongue along the slit of his cock. He exhaled shakily and lowered a hand into her hair. Her hands were resting on his thighs, rubbing and massaging in appreciation. He wondered which version of his body she preferred; the lean, sinewy-muscled body of his older self, or the bulkier, more defined body in front of her now.
“Why don’t you try and see how it works out?” he suggested with a smirk of his own. His older self laughed under his breath but Sakura took it as a green light, ducking her head to pull the tip of his cock into her mouth.
She kept her eyes dead set on his as she took him further into her mouth with practiced ease. He’d never had anyone handle him the way she did. She took him from tip to base without as much as a cough. And then he felt her tongue lapping at his balls and he couldn’t stop himself from bucking up into her with a groan.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, both of his hands now tightly wound in her pink hair, holding her head in place. She moaned around him, low and long and vibrating so deliciously around his cock. Her bright eyes were challenging as they watched him. She felt like she had the upper hand, he realized.
He gripped her tighter and pushed her further onto him, until he was hitting the back of her throat and she was gurgling around him. He could feel her spit dribbling out of her mouth and down his shaft as he held her down, flexing his hips slightly into the heat of her mouth. Fuck, she felt incredible.
He pulled her up to the tip, hissing as she sucked him hard, before pushing her back down to his base. She took it all, moaning around him, choking him down happily. And then she started swallowing around him.
“Gods,” he gasped as he pulled her off. She was smiling in delight, her eyes misty and clouded, and a string of spit connecting her bottom lip to his head, until she swiped at it with her tongue, breaking the string. It fell against her chin with a wet little slap.
“Already had enough, Kashi-kun?” she asked with a pout. He looked over her head to his older self in disbelief, but he was only laughing into his fist, shrugging helplessly. It seemed he would never know what to do with her, at any age.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he took her face between his hands, holding her gaze seriously as he tilted her head back. He kissed her, slow and dirty, licking across her lips before taking that bottom lip between his teeth. He bit down on it until she whimpered.
“Get up,” he demanded, keeping his lips against hers. She didn’t like being told what to do; the spark of defiance in her eye was all he needed to know that this would be a power struggle between the two of them. He couldn’t say he wasn’t looking forward to seeing how it would play out.
She grudgingly obliged him, rising to her feet from her knees and standing between his legs, one hip cocked out. He pressed a kiss to her stomach, just above her belly button, for no reason other than that it was right in front of him, and her skin felt heavenly beneath his lips. She seemed to enjoy the small, tender act, sliding her hands from his shoulder to his neck and then into his hair.
He enjoyed the softness of her smile for just a moment. She had this way of looking at him that made him feel exposed, like she knew all his secrets. She probably did. In another life, she was his wife. It was unnerving to think of anyone knowing all the intimate parts of him, but with her body on display to him, ready and willing, it was easy to distract himself from the turmoil in his head.
Once his self-indulgent moment ended, he gripped her hips tight and brought her down to straddle one of his thighs. He could feel her wetness slipping out of her and onto his leg, and by the way she was subtly squirming, he could only guess she was enjoying her new seat. Still, she kept her eyes fixed on his face, never once betraying her cool exterior.
He moved his hands from her hips to rest heavily on her ass, firm but supple and bouncy under his palms. He squeezed her, enjoying the feeling of her buttery skin and how reactive she was. Her back arched slightly, pushing her ass into his hands and flattening her core tighter against his thigh. She sighed as she rolled her hips against him again.
Her husband was watching her with great interest, taking in every little movement and gasp she made. Her fingers were beginning to tighten in his hair, and she was rocking more deliberately against him. He encouraged her, digging his hands harder into her cheeks, pushing and pulling her at the pace she set.
She was soaked; leaving a trail of her slick as she rubbed herself on him. He ducked his head to suck at one of those pretty pink nipples, grazing his teeth against it as he heard her begin to mewl in pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whispered, her back arching harder and her grinding becoming more desperate. He was torn between denying her to watch her writhe with the disappointment, or allowing her to grind herself to completion. He was determined to milk her for every sweet orgasm she could give him, though, so he took hold of her hips again, and helped guide her to her bliss.
“Naughty girl,” he chastised, watching her buck and quake above him. “You’re making a mess, Sakura,” he told her, watching as her juices pooled on his skin. Her moan was broken and high as she finally came. Her body shivered against his as she hugged herself tight to him for support.
“So sexy,” she murmured before pressing her lips lazily to his. That was his line, he thought, but he wasn’t going to argue with her. Her hands were roaming him, touching him with the expertise of someone who had done so many times before, and yet she took it slow, as if feeling him for the very first time.
She broke their kiss to look over her shoulder at her husband, still sat in the corner, just observing. At some point, he had lost his shirt, leaving him only in his low-hanging pants. He looked young for forty. Kakashi felt a zing of pride shoot through him at the thought. He and Sakura made an attractive couple.
As nice as the thought was, the arrogance in him still demanded she be his tonight. He called her attention back to him with a sharp nip at her earlobe. She gasped and turned her face back to him in surprise.
“Are you jealous, Kakashi-kun?” she asked in slight amazement. “Possessive,” she teased, glancing at her husband once more. Kakashi could only assume that he had become more lax with age.
“He’s arrogant, too,” the older Kakashi offered.
“That, I’m used to,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“It’s not for nothing,” Kakashi said with a smirk before kissing her again. She hummed into him, rolling her hips against him once more, reminding him that she wasn’t quite finished just yet.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she teased, pressing playful kisses along his jaw and down his neck as she kicked her leg over his other thigh so she was fully straddling his lap. Once again, her hands were splayed out over his shoulders, feeling the contours of him, sweeping over them, curling around his biceps and then making their way across his chest.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked with a cocky smile. She kissed at his bottom lip playfully.
“You have a beautiful body, Kakashi-kun,” she praised, just a little breathlessly. “There’s a lot to admire.” He wanted her to admire to her heart’s content, but the reality of their time constraint was weighing on him. Still, he welcomed her slow kiss, returning it with the same languid swipes of his tongue against her lips.
“Turn around,” he mumbled low against her lips. She shivered at the timbre of his voice, low and gravelly, but still tilted her head, already ready to challenge him.
“You don’t like my face, Kakashi-kun?” she asked with a pout.
“You’re neglecting your husband, Sakura,” he chastised. “If I were him, I’d punish you.”
“You are him,” she muttered dryly. He smirked, pleased that she’d taken the bait. She seemed to realize it, too, but it was a touch late. He brought his palm down against her ass in a loud, stinging smack. She hissed but rolled her hips against him again.
“Wanton little thing, isn’t she?” the older Kakashi piped up as he stood from his seat. The effects of all his watching were evident in the large bulge in his pants. “Do as you’re told, Sakura-chan,” he warned as he approached them. When she crossed her arms over her chest in defiance, he too brought his hand down onto her ass. She gasped and arched as his spank morphed into a hard grip.
“No fair,” she whined. “I’m outnumbered.”
“Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?” Kakashi asked with a raised brow.
“Kakashi-kun, you are just as annoying as my Kakashi,” she complained. “Always have to be right about everything.”
“I can’t help the way of the world, love,” older Kakashi said with a cheeky grin and a bite to her shoulder. She was pouting but still turned her face to him for a kiss. He obliged her, but only briefly. She was still pouting when he pulled away. His older self locked eyes with him before they shared a brief smile.
Sakura squealed as her husband hooked an arm under each of her legs and lifted her off Kakashi’s lap. She didn’t look particularly affronted at being spread wide and flung about, but she was upset at having been overpowered.
“I’m stronger than both of you,” she reminded them as the older Kakashi sat her back down on his younger counterpart’s lap, this time, with her back to him. All her strength didn’t stop her from slumping against his chest and letting him spread her legs wide with his own. She was shifting on top of him, grinding her ass back against his erection and squeezing her legs around his own.
He pressed a hand flat against her lower stomach and mound, drumming his fingers against her and enjoying all her squirming. Even with his teasing, she was diligent. She reached forward to undress her husband, unbuttoning and yanking his pants and boxers down in one go.
She bent forward to take him into her mouth, but he stopped her, placing his hand below her chin and giving her a firm shake of his head. She whimpered, but it was hard to tell if it was in disappointment, or because the Kakashi she was sat on had slipped his cock between her lips to slowly rub himself against her.
At their coaxing, she sat up straight, rocking her hips above him and sliding herself back and forth along his length.
“Fuck me,” she whined. “Fuck me, Kakashi-kun,” she gasped as she continued to work herself over him. “I want you inside me.”
“Not very polite, is she?” he asked pointedly to his older self. Sakura groaned in frustration. He held her hips still. She wouldn’t get any more pleasure until he got what he wanted from her, and what he wanted was to hear her beg for it. “What’s the magic word, Sakura?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.
“Go fuck yourself,” she grumbled unhappily.
“That could be arranged,” her husband said in consideration. “But I don’t think that’s what you’re going for.” Sakura groaned once more, her frustrations mounting. He grinded up into her to remind her just what she was missing out on, and her groan morphed into a needy whine.
“Please,” she moaned. “I want you deep, Kakashi-kun. Please fuck me,” she continued, bucking her hips in his hands, but he held tight. When he didn’t give her what she wanted, she cried out and continued her pleading. It was music to his ears. “Please, Kakashi-kun! I need you inside me.”
He lowered the hand resting on her stomach to lightly play between her folds, letting his finger ghost lightly over her clit.
“Ah—please,” she whined softly. “Please, Kakashi-kun, fuck me,” she moaned, low and sweet. “Fuck me deep,” she begged, “and hard. Make me cum on your cock.”
That was about all of that he could take. He pitched her forward so he could angle himself at her entrance. She wiggled her round bottom impatiently, wanton pleas still falling from her lips. He took his time, drawing out the feeling of that initial stretch. Her moan was throaty and drawn out as he slowly sunk into her.
She sat back against him, groaning gently as she took him in completely. He wanted to just fuck into her; she was definitely wet enough, but he wanted her ruined. He wanted her to quake and cry for him. He wanted her cream coating his cock, long before he was ready to finish.
When her husband knelt down before her and licked his lips, Kakashi figured it wouldn’t take long for her to reach that point. Better for him, because she was deliciously hot and wet, and every long stroke within her tight walls had him softly grunting into her skin.
“Always leaving a mess for me, Sakura-chan,” her husband berated. She giggled breathlessly.
“I know how much you love to clean,” she said, moving her hands from where they were braced on Kakashi’s forearms and lowering them down to her husband’s face. She held his gaze as she slowly lifted her hips, higher and higher until only Kakashi’s tip remained inside her, and he could see her juices running down the length of him. With one swift drop, her ass was slapping down onto him, and he was buried deep inside her once more.
She got to riding him, working her spine overtime as she swivelled and dipped her hips, all the while maintaining direct eye contact with her husband. Kakashi was glad it wasn’t him she set her eyes on; he would have been finished in five minutes if she had. He was already having a hard time holding on with the way she was dragging herself along his cock, and watching the way her ass clapped and rippled with her enthusiastic bouncing.
“Oh—you feel so good,” she keened. “So deep, Kakashi-kun.” He snapped his hips up to meet her with a hard thrust that left her words bitten off with a loud cry. When he did it again, she dropped her head back, mouth open around a long moan, and back arched taut until she was clamping down on him harder.
And then he felt something warm and wet against his thigh.
“Fuck,” he gasped, bucking up into her again, making her echo his sentiments. The older version of him had been freed from Sakura’s stare, and was now getting to work “cleaning up”. Kakashi felt him licking along his thigh, lapping up all the remnants of Sakura’s slip-and-slide thigh ride. She ceased her bouncing and opted instead to circle her hips on top of his, giving her husband the freedom to lick along Kakashi’s thigh, up to hers and then finally into the apex of her legs.
Kakashi buried deep inside her, and her husband’s face buried between her thighs, Sakura was good and lost to the world. Kakashi didn’t need to see her face to know it. He could hear it in her desperate cries, and feel it in the tension in her body. It wasn’t long before her smooth circling hips started moving more erratically, disjointed and eager as her release came within reach.
“Oh, gods,” Sakura cried. “Don’t stop, gods, please, don’t stop,” she whined, one had buried in the hair of the Kakashi on his knees, and one reached behind her, tugging at the hair of the Kakashi buried deep inside her. He could hear his older self sucking and slurping between her legs, and he could feel his low humming vibrating through her core to his cock.
Her cries grew louder, higher and less restrained. He could feel her fingers tightening in his hair, and her legs quaking above his, and then came that telltale broken wail, followed by that sweet fluttering of her walls around him.
“Hnnn,” he groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder as he rolled his hips up tighter to her ass. “So fucking wet, baby,” he said, concentrating on the feeling of her slick dripping down his cock, down to his balls. She whimpered and twitched above him. It wasn’t clear to him why until he felt her husband’s tongue deviate from her folds to lick along his base, sweeping up every trace of her spend that dripped out of her.
“Baby, huh?” she asked playfully. “So familiar.” Her husband was laughing quietly as he rose from his knees, but Kakashi simply pressed a warm, lingering kiss to her shoulder in response.
“Well, you just came on my cock,” he mumbled into her ear, smirking when she shivered and sighed. “I think a little familiarity is in order.”
“Gods, you’re arrogant,” she quipped but it came out as more of a moan than a scathing remark as he shifted deliberately beneath her. He snaked his arm around her waist and hauled her up until they were standing together, his cock still inside her. She seemed to like the new angle, humming happily and pushing her ass back against him in short thrusts.
He tweaked her nipples, bringing delicious little gasps to her mouth before he pulled away from her completely. She turned to him, pouting in disappointment and dismay. He smiled before pressing his mouth to hers, kissing her slow and deep until she was sighing into his mouth and leaning heavily into him.
“On the bed. On your knees and elbows,” he said in between brushes of his lips and tongue. She looked like she wanted to argue, but after taking a good look at him, still hard and drenched in her, and then at her husband, stripped of the last of his clothes and slowly stroking himself, she decided it was in her best interest to go along with it.
Her willingness to partake didn’t stop her from provoking him every step of the way. She made a show of crawling onto the bed, watching him over her shoulder, swaying her hips and arching her back so her ass was pushed up and taunting him. She wiggled it for his benefit before slowly turning so her head was at the foot of the bed, tilted back so she could look up at him.
“Like this, Kakashi-kun?” she asked with wide eyes and sweetly parted lips. He took hold of her chin and pressed his thumb into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, looking into his eyes as she eagerly sucked away.
“That’s perfect, angel,” he rasped. She cooed happily in reply until he pulled his thumb from her mouth.
“How come you never call me angel?” she asked her husband. Kakashi shook his head at her defiance as he mounted the bed behind her, admiring the sight of her and bringing his hands onto the globes of her ass to squeeze and spread as he pleased.
“Because I know better,” he answered dryly. Kakashi hadn’t gotten to spend much time with her, but even he knew that she was gearing up for one snarky comment or another, and instead of letting her get distracted by the promise of another round of banter, he sunk fully into her, quickly and all at once.
“Oh—my—gods!” she cried, falling further onto the mattress in surprise, but keeping her back arched beautifully for him. He gave her a light pat on the rear in appreciation. “What are you smiling at?” she asked breathlessly of her husband. Kakashi thrust into her again, deep and hard. She cried out and pushed back into it.
“How’s that, baby?” the older Kakashi asked, tilting her chin up towards him. “Does he feel good?” Sakura shot a mischievous look at Kakashi over her shoulder as she opened her mouth to answer. Instead of whatever remark she planned to make, a slew of moans and curses came out as he snapped his hips into hers, fucking her with deep, long strokes.
“Aaah,” she whined. “So deep.” She started to push it back on him, using that arched back to work her hips against his. Their skin slapped together loudly, the smell of them filling the room. He could feel her slick—a combination of her arousal and her release—coating her skin and transferring onto his with each collision of her body against his.
She was an incredible sight; sexy and unapologetic, but she wasn’t the one in control here.
“Distract her, would you?” Kakashi asked pointedly. Sakura spared him a glance over her shoulder to let him know that it wouldn’t be such an easy task, but quickly faced forward to welcome her husband with a deceptively demure smile.
“Distract me, would you, Kashi?” she asked coyly. He was smirking when he ducked down to kiss her. Kakashi felt that strange envy rise in him again. Even as he fucked her, the kisses she shared with his older self seemed so much more intimate than anything he could do to her.
He craved knowing her; her body, certainly, but also her mind and her soul. He would have to be satisfied with only one for now, he told himself. The rest was an inevitability.
He thrust into her tight cunt as her husband entered her mouth. She moaned around him with ardour. Each thrust into her sent her deeper onto her husband’s cock, sucking him from tip to base in tandem with Kakashi’s thrusts into her. Her head was twisting as she worked hard for her husband. Her spine worked equally hard for him, behind her. She was ever so diligent.
It wasn’t until he felt her walls steadily pulsing around him that he fully understood what a vixen she truly was.
“Oh—fuck,” he groaned, snapping hard into her and doubling over onto her back. He had pushed into her so far and hard she grunted and choked lightly around her husband. And then that mischievous little mm-hmm sounded, muffled by the cock she was blowing, and he knew he’d been had.
“I told you she was no angel,” his older self said before his words broke off in favour of a low groan as he thrust lightly into Sakura’s mouth. “Such a naughty girl,” he said to her, tenderly stroking her cheek as he fucked her face. If the sight and sounds of her sucking his cock so keenly weren’t enough to finish him, the feeling of her pussy clamping and sliding over him would do it.
He couldn’t hold himself back from fucking her to his completion. He gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises in the shapes of his fingers, and fucked her deep enough that he couldn’t tell if her desperate grunts were from her husband hitting the back of her throat, or his pounding into her. With a low growl, the older Kakashi gripped Sakura’s face and thrust into her mouth disjointedly as he came.
She pulled off of her husband with a loud gasp, her body bouncing under the force of Kakashi’s thrusts, and a drop of his cum lingering on her bottom lip. He could feel her pooling chakra into her passage, using it to pulsate around him in a steady thrum that had his eyes rolling back.
“Cum for me, Kakashi-kun,” she urged. “Cum inside me,” she begged, her voice growing breathy as her body grew more taut beneath him. He looked up to his older self, wondering if he should oblige her. He was met with his own smirking face.
“She’s ours,” he said, sniggering softly when Sakura leaned forward to press a ridiculous little peck to the head of his cock, smearing the drop on her lip in the process. It was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled her up flush to his chest and reached around her with one hand to sweep his finger in gentle, swift strokes over the sensitive bud between her folds.
“Mm, yes,” she moaned sweetly. “Ugh—fuck me, Kakashi-kun, just like that,” she encouraged.
“Cum with me, Sakura,” he groaned into her shoulder. Her ass fit so perfectly into the cradle of his hips, and her back arched so beautifully along his torso. A few short pumps later and he could feel her quivering around him. She played with her breasts as her orgasm washed over her, her eyes tightly closed and jaw slack around breathy moans.
He fell off the edge right after her, thrusting into her in a brusque pace as he emptied himself inside her. She hummed encouragingly as he spilled into her with each terse snap of his hips, as he groaned and mumbled incoherently against her heated skin.
“Mm, so good, Kashi-kun,” she mumbled, sliding her hand down his arm to entwine with the one he had rested on her hip. She tilted her head back and to the side, presenting her lips to him. He accepted them happily, kissing her open-mouthed. It was sloppy and they were breathing too heavily, and he could taste the familiar-yet-different taste of himself on her. He thought that it was easily one of the best kisses of his life, even when she seemed to miss his mouth entirely, and wound up pressing her wet, parted lips to his chin.
He shifted where he was still buried deep inside her. It was so wet, with the combination of all her juices, and now his spend, as well. He groaned softly into her mouth as he felt her walls dragging against his sensitive skin. Her lips paused against his and she gave an experimental roll of her hips.
“Oh,” she gasped softly, staring up dazedly into his one open eye. “You’re still hard,” she breathed out. She rolled her eyes at the slow, arrogant smile he gave her. “Still arrogant, too,” she grumbled.
“It’s not for nothing,” he repeated, pressing a kiss to her jaw before ducking down to nuzzle at her neck. She purred under his affection, wiggling her hips against him, squeezing herself tighter to his body. The softness was short-lived, though.
“Oh!” she cried when he bucked into her roughly. She fell down to her elbows again. Kakashi watched where he and Sakura were joined as he slowly stroked her inner walls. He couldn’t stop the sighs and groans that escaped him. All the fluids inside of her were coating him, dripping off his cock and down his balls as he slowly dug deep inside her.
Fuck, the noises were enough to make his stomach tighten and tense. The squelching and squeezing, the sound of his skin against hers, of her heavy breathing and low moans, of her husband encouraging them; telling her how good she looked getting fucked by him.
“Hnnn, so deep Kashi-kun,” she whined brokenly. She’d fallen from her elbows now, pressing her chest and the side of her face to the mattress, her back arched even harder than before. Not deep enough, he thought, if she could still speak coherently. He wanted her fucked so thoroughly she was left quivering and nonsensical.
He nudged her legs further apart with his knee, watching as she turned her face into the mattress to muffle her increasingly loud moans. He brought his hand down hard twice onto her ass until she turned her face to expose it again.
“Good girl,” he gritted out, snapping into her again. “Let me hear you.”
“Ah—uh-huh, yeah,” she managed to grunt out. “Ooooooh, Kashi,” she whined, her voice going high and her nails digging into the sheets beneath her hands. Kakashi was momentarily thrown off by the lack of suffix. Wasn’t that what she called his older self? It sent a tingle down his spine, and reinvigorated his pace.
He rose to the balls of his feet so he could fuck down into her at a steep angle. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened almost comically until she became overwhelmed. Her body was quaking as she came undone, her moans throaty and desperate, and entirely incoherent. He pushed harder as her eyes rolled back and her hands twisted furiously in the sheets.
“Take it, baby. You’re so good when you take it,” he said, beginning to feel his control wane as she fell into another orgasm. Her only response was a set of broken sobs. There was a visible puddle on the sheets beneath them, and Kakashi knew that it would only get worse once his cum dripped out of her in earnest.
The thought was enough to finish him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he muttered, pushing into her, relishing in how obscene it all was. The dirty squelches her pussy made as he dug into it, the pearly cream that coated him as he stroked her, the shake of her legs and the way her puffy lips stuck slightly to him from the sweat that coated their bodies.
“Uh-huh,” she groaned, nodding and chewing her lip as her body writhed from the stimulation. Her name fell from his lips as he fell apart above her, pouring himself inside her, yet again. She had one last pitiful moan left in her, and it was drawn out and soft, but still so sexy.
He pulled out of her gently, careful not to over stimulate her further. With a sigh, she lowered her hips to the bed and rolled over to lie on her back. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with exhaustion, but her smile was beaming and her cheeks were rosy with exertion.
She yawned and extended in a full-bodied, joint-popping stretch, displaying her bitten, sucked and bruised body to both him and his older self. He wasn’t sure if it was her intention, but she had caught their rapt attention regardless. When she relaxed and looked between them, she raised a questioning eyebrow.
“What?”
“Always such a tease,” her husband said with a long sigh and a soft kiss to her forehead, right on her seal. He left with a promise to bring them towels to clean off with. As he left, Sakura’s eyes settled on Kakashi. She patted the bed beside her, beckoning him to lay with her. He couldn’t refuse her.
She was quick to capture his lips and curl into him, sweaty, tired bodies be damned. She murmured something against his lips, but either it hadn’t made sense, or he was too tired to make sense of it. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her back to hug her tight to him, feeling her skin press to his, all the way from their lips down to their ankles.
He had to break away from her to quell the pounding in his chest. He could get used to this. He was used to this, some part of him said. As that older version of him walked back in the room, taking her in with the same awe that Kakashi knew was in his eyes, he knew that he would be accustomed to this one day. That one day, this would be his norm. Part of him ached for that day to come quickly.
Sakura untangled herself from him to welcome her husband’s offer of a warm, damp cloth. He tossed a second one to Kakashi, but he took the job of cleaning Sakura up personally. Kakashi felt like he was intruding on some private moment, even though it was his spend and sweat currently being wiped off of her skin.
Sakura demanded he stay the night. It was strange, sharing a bed—sharing a woman—with himself, but Sakura was snugly nestled between them, and with his face buried in her hair, he hardly noticed the other version of him lying on her other side. Any discomfort he felt eased away completely when she tilted her chin up to give him a soft peck.
“Goodnight, Kakashi-kun,” she whispered against his lips. He let his hand brush over her hair and the arch of her cheek before pressing his lips to her forehead, right on her seal.
“Goodnight, Sakura,” he whispered back.
Kakashi woke slowly, his body achy and tired, but warm and comfortable. He blinked a few times to clear the spots in his eyes; it took him a moment to realize his pink, blurry vision wasn’t something he could blink away. Sakura’s hair was sticking up in every direction, backlit with the warm glow of the morning sun. He buried his nose in that hair and inhaled deeply.
She smiled divine; sweet and calming, with the heady scent of sex mixed in. The lingering scent of them was heavy in the room, on the sheets, and on their skin. It was a jarring reminder of what it had been like to be with her.
“Mm, Kashi,” she mumbled, her voice gravelly as she roused from her sleep. His stomach flip-flopped.
“He’s not here,” he told her. He could smell the faint scent of food rising from the kitchen. He wondered if Sakura would be disappointed at the Kakashi she’d woken to. When she blearily blinked up at him, and that Cheshire cat grin of hers spread over her face, he had his answer.
“Mm, isn’t he?” she murmured gently as she brought her lips up to his in a lazy kiss. He pulled her tight against him until she was laying half on top of him, her thigh falling into the crook of his legs. “An early riser, I see,” she quipped.
“You talk too much,” he complained before pressing his mouth fully over hers. She let out a grunt of indignation, but was otherwise happy to let him kiss her into silence.
Well, maybe silence wasn’t his precise goal.
He smiled against her when he heard that throaty moan build up in her. She slowly shifted until her knees were pressing into the mattress on either side of him. She swivelled her hips above his, her wet sex sliding over his until she was sighing sweetly around his tongue.
“He won’t mind?” he asked gently, even though he was already clutching her hips and rocking himself against her, soaking himself in her slick. She brushed her fingers over his face; down along his scar, across his cheek and over his lips before pressing a soft, tender kiss there.
“Do you mind?” she asked. He felt his throat tighten and feared what would come out if he tried to speak. Instead, he gave her a slow shake of his head. Satisfied, she reached down between them to align him with her entrance, and slowly sunk onto him, humming low at the feeling of being filled by him.
The pace she set was slow, but he wasn’t complaining. She had him moaning, gripping her and melting into her. When she looked down on him, face flushed and chest heaving with her heavy breaths, he thought that she was seeing him a little differently. Or maybe she was seeing him more similarly. He felt closer to her. He felt like he was her Kakashi; the strange version of himself that he hardly recognized.
Her hands were tracing over him again; probably exploring all the ways in which he differed from her husband, from the body she knew so well. She seemed to be doing it unconsciously; the way her fingers dipped into and traced the divots and contours of his body like she was creating a map, felt like second nature. Her hands lost themselves on him while he lost himself inside of her.
She was incredible, the way she moved on top of him. Sensual and self-assured, like this body was as much hers as it was his, and he was inclined to believe it, too.
“Kakashi,” she called softly, bringing him out of his thoughts and back to her. He swallowed hard at the sound of her saying his name like that. She was getting close. Her hips were working harder, driving her more eagerly to her peak. He wasn’t far behind her.
He curled up into a seated position, holding her close with his head buried in her chest. She splayed one hand out on his back while the other tangled in his hair, and she held him so tightly, he wondered if she was trying to wrap herself around him permanently. If it were possible, he thought he might let her.
“I know you don’t know me,” she said gently, between her pants and sighs, “but I know you.” She spoke against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He rolled his hips into hers, sliding deeper inside her and drawing out a delicate moan. “I know every part of you,” she continued, her voice wavering as pleasure worked through her body.
“Every part?” he asked dubiously. If that were true, he doubted very much that she would be able to stomach him. She held his face between her hands and those bright green eyes bore into him.
“Every part,” she insisted. “And I love every part of you,” she said without a single doubt. “From—ah—f-from who you are now, to who you become,” she continued, breaking off to make way for her sweet little moans and sighs, “and everything in between.” He rocked into her harder, biting down gently on her neck as her back arched and her walls tightened around him.
“Sakura,” he said gently. He wasn’t sure if he needed her to stop, or to keep going, but it was foolish of him to think there was anything he could do to dissuade her once her mind was made. She kissed him, whimpering softly into his mouth as he flipped them so she was on her back, her long legs wrapped around his waist.
“You’re mine, Kakashi,” she whispered. “And I love you.”
They fell into a frenzy of desperately grinding hips, and low groans; soft curses and affirmations. She told him she loved him a few more times, either to make him believe it, or just to get under his skin, he wasn’t quite sure which. But he was very much under her skin, and digging himself further into it with every passing moment, until they were so wrapped up in each other he could hardly tell which skin was his, and which was hers.
She shuddered as she came, and then again as he did. They remained locked together, trading languid kisses until he softened and fell from inside of her. She giggled into his mouth as she felt him slide out, writhing in discomfort as his spend slipped out after him.
“Only one today?” she asked with a pout. He gave her a sharp pat on her ass in retaliation, but it only made her giggle more.
“Did I leave you unsatisfied, Sakura?” he asked dryly, knowing full well that he had not.
“What will you do if I say yes?” she challenged. He ducked his head under her jaw to kiss and lick at her neck.
“Punish you for lying,” he murmured against her, pleased when he felt her shiver beneath him.
“She would actually enjoy that,” his voice sounded from behind them. He rolled off of Sakura—much to her displeasure—to face the older Kakashi, standing in the doorway, smirking and watching them in amusement.
“I would,” Sakura agreed as she rolled off the bed to her feet. They both watched as she awkwardly made her way over to greet her husband with a good morning kiss. The older Kakashi caught her by the wrist, just as her hand made a swift descent down his chest to the waistband of his pants.
“Insatiable,” he chastised lightly.
“And you actually enjoy that,” she replied cheekily. Just as Kakashi had done in the wake of her teasing, he slapped her bottom lightly as he gave her lips a soft kiss.
“Go get cleaned up and come downstairs. I have breakfast ready.”
“Did I mention I love you?” she said with a wide grin.
“Mm-hmm, I’ll bet you say that to all the Kakashis,” he said knowingly.
Leaving was bittersweet. They had mostly been careful not to expose much of the events that would come to pass, but some things were unavoidable. Things like the Sandaime dying at the hands of Orochimaru and the succession of Hokages after him. Things like how he was to be married to a woman fourteen years his junior, who was clearly a pupil of the Sannin Tsunade—also, coincidentally, the Fifth Hokage.
The Yamanaka clan had had to wipe his memory clean before leaving. As such, the last thing he would see would be a pair of startling blue eyes before he was returned to his own time. It was hardly what he would have preferred, but he understood that it couldn’t be any other way.
He bid himself and his future wife goodbye prior to the memory purge. He wished he had more time. Part of him wanted to stay here with her, and see how many times she had to tell him she loved him before he believed her. They were standing outside his exit chamber, Sakura’s gaze fixed on him, and a warm smile playing on her lips. Once his memories had been cleared, nothing would change for either of them. But until then, his world had seen a significant shift.
He didn’t pretend to care about any onlookers when he pulled his mask down to kiss her once more. She didn’t deny him, but she was laughing lightly into him, even as her hands came to rest on his neck; even as her body molded to his.
“I can’t wait to meet you,” he said softly. She laughed louder.
“Oh, believe me. You’ll want to wait.”
He didn’t know what she meant, but it didn’t matter particularly much. The woman they had gotten to wipe him was very good, and she’d been told a great many details about his stint in the future. Enough detail that she knew what to look for, sweeping away, bit by bit, all the small moments that had lingered in his mind. Her smile. Her eyes in the sun. Her hand clasped in the hand of the Rokudaime Hokage.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the Konoha of his time.
The Yamanaka kunoichi had done an excellent job, he told the Sandaime. All he knew was that he had stepped sixteen years into the future, and now he was back. That seemed to be satisfactory to the Hokage, and he was sent off to draft his official report, though there would be very little to include.
She had done an excellent job, Kakashi thought. But there was one moment that had been left intact. One small thing that he had managed to keep. Pink hair, pink cheeks, and green eyes. Soft, warm skin. I love you.
He had no idea who she was; only that he couldn’t wait to meet her.
“How did you know I said I love you to him?” Sakura asked once the Kakashi of the past had disappeared into the chamber. Kakashi’s eyes crinkled as he grinned down at her.
“I know everything, Sakura. I’m the Hokage,” he said.
“You’re full of shit, is what you are.” She gave him a light shove. “You kept the memories?” she accused. “Kakashi, that’s so dangerous—”
“I didn’t keep them,” he interrupted before she could get too far into the swing of her tangent. “Not all of them, anyway. But there was one that Ino couldn’t get to.”
“So, you knew I was coming,” she said, deadpanned and feeling both jaded and a little bit more in love with him than before.
“Well, you always tell me when you’re coming, that’s no secret—”
“Kakashi,” she warned, her patience waning thin. He offered his arm to her as they walked back toward their home together.
“Yes, I was waiting diligently for two years,” he said with a sigh. “And then a pink-haired, green-eyed, boy-obsessed monster was assigned to my team and I thought that I was descending straight into the lowest depths of hell, for all eternity,” he told her cheerfully.
“At least now I know why you were such a shit teacher,” she lamented with a sigh. She leaned up on her toes to press a kiss to his masked cheek to let him know that she was (sort of) joking.