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He no longer sees the words on the memorial stone. He only senses the woman beside him.
Sakura stands close, crowding his elbow. Her pink hair, red shirt beneath a lab coat, and exposed calves call his attention. She smells clean and good. Her body soap lingers in the air, and beneath that is Sakura—a warm, familiar, and feminine scent.
Kakashi sighs and shuts his eyes, conscious of his own breath and the way his spine straightens.
“Relax, sensei. You’re so tense,” Sakura touches his arm. “What are you thinking about?”
You. Is what he wants to say. He’s certain his expression says it.
“It’s hopeless. I always forget my umbrella.”
He gazes at the sky. Clouds droop overhead, and humidity cloys the air, the type before a heavy rain.
They have ten minutes tops before the clouds break and all that water makes Sakura’s clothes cling to her body...
Sakura huffs, amused. “Is that what the hokage worries about? You looked so serious staring at the memorial. Like you were remembering depressing things.”
Kakashi shrugs. He ruffles Sakura’s hair, and her surprised noise brings him satisfaction. “The only thing I’m remembering is lunch.”
He turns and walks away, pleased as Sakura scrambles to follow. “Hey! Where are you going?”
Kakashi pauses, only long enough to glance back. “Lunch. Join me.”
“Are you asking or demanding?”
“Join me.”
Kakashi knows she works too hard and doesn’t relax enough. She needs to eat, then drink hard liquor, then smile and laugh in that easygoing way she does when she’s truly delighted. With him, preferably.
Sakura mutters under her breath, but doesn’t protest the offer. Even now, she accepts his orders out of habit.
“You’re such a tyrant,” she grouses.
“I’m hungry,” he says simply.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m chasing you—for a free meal.”
“Funny, that’s what my ninken do. They follow and beg. They make the same whining noises.”
“I’m not begging… or whining. You owe me from last time.”
Probably true, although he can’t remember.
Kakashi shrugs a shoulder. “Be good. We’ll see.”
Sakura opens her mouth, then shuts it, pondering if talking back qualifies as ‘being good.’
It’s not long before her nature gets the better of her. “No, you definitely owe me for last time!”
Kakashi smiles.
He likes escaping and forcing his colleagues to pay the bill, but ever since gaining the highest office in the land, the trick only feels cruel and weirdly sad. It sucks all the fun out of the game.
Only one person is any fun these days, and only because she tries so hard not to be.
Sakura wants to be a serious, no nonsense jounin, but no one is set up more spectacularly to fail.
Kakashi doesn’t doubt Sakura’s ninja abilities—she is bright and clever, with exceptional strength and skills—he only doubts Sakura’s control over her uncontrollable nature.
Her rage levels mountains, and her passion both fuels and destroys in equal measure. As her former sensei, now hokage, he watches the conflict play out time and again.
Sakura touches her face. The first cold drops of rain patter to the ground, touching their skin and clothes, and sinking into the pavement in dark spots.
“Here it comes.” Kakashi lowers his head as raindrops fall to a steady rhythm. The cold rolls down his neck and seeps into his shirt.
Sakura shivers, wrapping her arms around her chest. Her pink hair darkens to a rosy color.
“It’s not supposed to rain.” She mutters, gritting her teeth.
Kakashi shakes his head. “And to think I trained you.”
“Barely.”
Kakashi ignores that remark, gazing at the sky. “You can always predict a storm. Here are the signs: dark clouds, changing air pressure, and you can smell the rain.”
“You can smell the rain. The rest of us are normal humans.”
Kakashi tilts his head. “I wonder what it’s like, living in your normal, boring world.”
Sakura wipes the raindrops from her face, squinting through the water. “Sensei, if you knew it would storm, why did you take us to the memorial stone?”
“I never asked you to join me.”
“That doesn’t matter. We were talking and walking, and you took us there.”
“Well, my element is lightning. I like storms.”
“So? My element is earth. That doesn’t mean I roll in dirt. Also, maybe I don’t want to be drenched. You weren’t thinking about me at all.”
He thinks about her too much. That’s the problem.
Why did he let Sakura follow him across the village to the memorial stone? Why not warn her about the rain?
Maybe he likes her company. Maybe a part of him knew she would get all wet, and he cannot resist that visual treat.
Next to him now, Sakura wraps her arms together for warmth. All her clothes cling to her body. The rain kisses her hair, her skin, trailing down lower, lower.
Kakashi stops in his tracks. Sakura bumps into his arm, then steadies herself. “You’re right, Sakura. That was inconsiderate of me... I should have stopped you sooner.” After a moment of thought, he adds, “What are you after, Sakura?”
She blinks at him. “Huh? Do I need a reason to talk to my sensei?”
“Is it only talk? I can tell you want something. You followed me through town, and won’t let me out of your sight.”
Sakura opens her mouth, then closes it. Her green eyes burn, but Kakashi cannot tell what emotion kindles in the depths yet.
“I don’t want anything,” she lies.
I want everything, her expression says.
Kakashi assesses her, sensing a growing fire, but not sure what is sparking the inferno. Finally, he lands on, “We’re not getting that meal anytime soon... it’s a twenty minute walk in the rain. How about we take shelter?”
Sakura smiles. “Do I look that bad?”
Kakashi sighs, forlorn. “Oh no, it’s me. The rain ruins my hair.”
“Sorry, sensei, but that was already a lost cause.”
Kakashi enjoyed the thought of a wet Sakura earlier, but now she only seems bedraggled. She doesn’t belong in the storm next to a soggy copy ninja. She belongs somewhere dry, next to a good textbook, with a steaming cup of tea.
Kakashi places a hand to her back, feeling a small stir of pity. “Over there, let’s stand under that awning.”
Sakura shivers from the cool breeze, and yet an unmistakable warmth seeps through her clothes into Kakashi’s palm. He guides them to the road shrine.
It is a small space, tucked away from view, partially hidden by vines and the unchecked growth of junipers.
The shrine is a modest thing, nothing more than an aged wooden awning with a large inari fox statue at the center, but the shelter is enough.
Kakashi and Sakura stand close in the tight space. He sees the raindrops clinging to Sakura’s lashes in dewy worship.
“Fuck the rain,” Sakura murmurs emphatically. She trembles from head to foot, her clothes stick to her tight frame.
She peels the lab coat off her body, draping the wet coat over the base of the statue.
Fine goosebumps rise along her arms. In the gloomy rain, her red outfit seems even more vibrant. It is the brightest thing in the shrine, standing out from the gray stone and green moss.
Kakashi admires the rosy color of her hair before moving in. “Stay still,” he cautions.
He places his hands on her upper arms, gently and briskly rubbing up and down in warmth. The friction creates a delicious heat.
Sakura’s damp shirt clings to her chest. It is not lost on Kakashi how her hardened nipples stand prominent beneath the thin material of her shirt. The wet and cold weather is not in Sakura’s favor.
Only a zipper holds that shirt together, and beneath that he imagines Sakura’s bra or chest wrappings. It would be so easy to drag the zipper down to reveal the small, but perfect round fullness of her breasts.
Sakura’s shallow breathing stirs her chest up and down in a tantalizing way. Kakashi stops, realizing that his hands have slowed from distraction. His palms graze the soft skin along her arms. The sensation feels warm and electric.
They lock gazes. Sakura caught him staring at her body. Some excitement glimmers in her eyes. Her mouth hangs open with a half laugh, but there is also a wordless longing. Soft pink lips separate, revealing a hint of her sweet tongue.
He wants her.
And by god, she might want him, too.
Her body trembles beneath Kakashi’s grip from the cool air and nervous excitement. Kakashi has held Sakura many times before during spars and training, but this is novel. It never felt this way before.
The downpour makes static in the background, with puddles pooling at the floor of the shrine, but Kakashi and Sakura are sheltered from it all, in this small space separate from the world.
Without a word, Kakashi pulls his mask down, tugging the damp material away from his face. The cool air enters his lungs. Now he can breathe easier, although his heart beats fast and it still feels like all the air has been sucked out of the shrine. He smiles as Sakura gazes, her eyes tracing his face.
Kakashi reaches out, tangling a hand into Sakura’s damp hair. He feels those dark rosy locks, and without thinking, drags his thumb down her jaw.
“Is something wrong, Sakura?”
Sakura is starstruck, staring as people often do whenever he lowers his mask. “Nothing’s wrong,” she whispers, and manages an admirable grin. Her eyes never leave his face.
“You’re staring.”
She swallows. “You’re staring, too.”
“Sorry,” he says.
“No, sensei. You’re not.”
Kakashi draws back, tilting his head. As his lips quirk up in amusement, her eyes follow the motion. He remembers that he is not wearing a mask. “What makes you say that?”
She grins, green eyes challenging.
“If you were sorry, you would back off. Instead, you’re standing even closer and gazing at my mouth... like you want to kiss me.”
The air freezes in Kakashi’s lungs. Their bodies still. As the rain patters in the background, a breeze sends ripples across the puddle near his feet. In that moment, he reads Sakura’s expression.
Sakura feels tense beneath his hands, but not out of anger or fear. Warmth seeps into his palms. She watches him, lips parted with an unspoken want. As his thumb brushes her lower lip, the corner of her mouth rises into a bigger smile. Her gaze challenges him.
The scenario is familiar. She looked this way once before, Kakashi realizes, once in his office. When he announces that she passed the jounin examination, he cannot hide the pride and pleasure in his voice.
Kakashi did not understand Sakura’s expression then, but he understands it now.
Look at me, she is saying. See me. There is hunger in her green eyes. In that past moment, and in this moment, she is testing him.
“Do you want to kiss me, sensei?”
Kakashi does not back down from Sakura’s challenge—from this new interesting game.
“Yes,” Kakashi says. “I want to kiss you.”
Sakura’s breath stills and her lips part in surprise. A seed of desire unfurls in the pit of his stomach.
Sakura’s chest moves again, now in shallow breaths. She keeps eye contact, not daring to look away.
“Only kisses? That might be boring. Don’t you want to touch me, too, sensei?”
Kakashi lowers his head. “Yes. I want to touch you, too.”
When Kakashi steps closer, Sakura angles her head up in response. He finds her body deft and easy to move.
“Should I kiss you, Sakura?”
“Yes. Kiss me, touch me.” She sounds breathless, almost pleading.
Sakura’s gaze stays on his face. As Kakashi lowers his head, her eyes slide shut.
Kakashi takes Sakura slow and deep, exploring the warm tenderness of her mouth and enjoying her moans. Her tongue is soft, slick, and sweet as he imagined.
Sakura sighs, helpless, and gasps when Kakashi suddenly lifts her, seating her on the base of the statue. He keeps their hips close and snug. Sakura reaches around his neck to steady herself, her fingers rake into his hair.
They stay that way for a while. Kakashi tastes the rain on Sakura’s lips, and feels the warmth of her body. Her delicious moans vibrate between them.
As the minutes pass, his hunger intensifies. He kisses deeper, longer. Sakura’s grip tightens into his hair, her hips move against his waist.
Sakura presses close, dragging groans from Kakashi’s throat. His head drops to her neck and shoulders.
Kakashi is hard. It feels good rubbing against the warm center between her legs. She is wet with arousal.
When they finally stop, a stuttering breath leaves her lips. “K-Kakashi..."
Her arousal teases his nose. The earthly notes of her body call to him, even through the fresh aroma of rain in the air.
“That’s what you wanted, right?” Kakashi doesn’t mince words.
Judging from the current state of affairs—Sakura’s mussed hair and flushed cheeks, his rapid breathing and growing tightness in his pants—they both want this. After trailing him all day, the thing that Sakura is after is him.
He always suspected, but didn’t know for sure, that Sakura might want something more.
Surprisingly, he wants it, too.
He gives her thighs a squeeze. Sakura pulls from her dazed state and lets out a laugh.
“You surprise me, sensei. I never imagined you’d be so interested. You like it rough.”
Kakashi tucks a stray hair behind Sakura’s ear, admiring the developing marks on her neck, from where he kissed too hard on fragile skin. “I wouldn’t call this rough.”
“You bit my neck,” she says, pointedly.
“Ah, a small nibble, maybe.”
“There’s definitely marks. Maybe hickies. I can feel it.”
“Ah..." he has no excuse this time.
Sakura rolls her eyes. She lifts a hand to heal the marks on her neck. The skin smooths away in seconds.
Nonetheless, her green eyes glow with curiosity. Already, he can sense the question and challenge rising to her lips.
“Do you always kiss girls this way? You sneak them into shrines and kiss them in the rain?”
Kakashi laughs.
“Not necessarily. You are special.” He taps her nose.
Sakura rakes her fingers through Kakashi’s hair again, playing with the short, soft strands. A pleasurable tingle runs down Kakashi’s spine.
“Liar,” she whispers. “I bet you say that to all the girls. I bet you like kissing and winding them up, and doing naughty things over and over like in Makeout Tactics, then leave behind a trail of broken hearts.”
Kakashi’s eyelids lower a fraction. “You worry too much about other girls.”
“I wonder what you like,” Sakura mused suddenly. “Do you like being in control, or do you like when others take the reins?”
“Maybe I’ll show you some day. After you wine and dine me.”
“Show me now,” she says.
Around them, the static of rain continues. Sakura sits at the base of the statue, legs wrapped around Kakashi’s hips. Her hands stroke the back of his neck so nicely.
Kakashi, the current hokage and man responsible for the well-being of the entire village, never imagined the genin he once taught would be in his arms now, wrapped in an intimate and damning embrace, and hunting for answers about his sex life.
The scene is ruinous, but Sakura’s tender mouth is persuasive. He likes kissing her. He won’t deny that. As Sakura kisses him now, her tongue slips into his mouth, warm and sweet.
Kakashi wonders how long she wanted this... and how long he wanted this. The pleasure goes to his brain, melting all thoughts.
It feels good to be kissed and touched by Sakura this way.
When they stop and Kakashi draws back, Sakura’s chest rises and falls in shallow motions, panting. A flicker of metal catches his attention. The zipper calls to him.
“You’re a wicked woman, tempting your sensei like this,” Kakashi says, but he smiles, reaching for the zipper.
“Former sensei,” Sakura insists.
Kakashi hooks a finger into the loop. The zipper lowers in a purr of metal, freeing Sakura’s breasts from the wet confines of the clinging shirt. They are perfect in their pert roundness.
She wears a black bra today. Raindrops sit on her collarbones, on top of smooth skin, then slide to the valley of her breasts. Kakashi follows the trail.
Kakashi slips one bra cup down, revealing her right breast in fullness. He is rewarded by a display of pale skin and a dusky pink nipple. He gently strokes the outer curve, feeling the weight there. Sakura sucks in a breath.
“You look cold,” he says. “Let me warm you up.”
He drags a thumb over the hardened pebble of her nipple, enjoying the feel.
Kakashi lowers his head, takes the breast into his mouth. Sakura moans when he runs a hot tongue over the peak. The taste of salt and skin coats his tongue. Sakura’s throaty sounds vibrate through her body.
While Kakashi attends with his mouth, he reaches for the other breast, slipping a hand under the bra. He feels the pleasant weight and strokes with his thumb. The skin to skin contact is delicious.
Sakura agrees. Her groans grow louder. A quiet Oh slips from her lips. Her grip tightens in his hair. Her hips rise and buck against his waist.
Kakashi places a firm hand on Sakura’s hip and gives a tight squeeze. He holds Sakura down so she can’t buck up.
The feeling is too good.
Kakashi rakes his teeth over the hardened nipple, then stops. Sakura’s broken cry rings through the air, full of longing and desire. Kakashi is fully aroused now. His cock twitches at the sound.
“Fuck, Sakura. You got me hard.”
Sakura laughs.
“That’s the point, isn’t it?” Sakura asks. Her green eyes glow and her cheeks flush prettily.
Kakashi sucks in a slow breath, regaining some air and clarity of thought. The scent of evergreen needles and petrichor mingle in his lungs. Around them, wooden posts hold up the shrine, with paint that looks chipped and peeling with age.
Abandoned offerings of rice, sake, and fruit line the back wall. Standing here and making love to his former student must be some kind of sacrilege.
How long have they been here, minutes or hours?
Kakashi pulls his gaze away from the unseeing fox statue. He strokes Sakura’s thigh, enjoying the smooth skin beneath his palms. “How far do you want to go?”
Sakura considers him. Emotion and want burn in her gaze. She has that expression. Look at me. See me. I want it all.
“Show me what you like,” Sakura says. “Kiss me, touch me,” she begs. “Until I come.”
She’s bold, Kakashi thinks. Insatiable. Always ruled by passion, and even more so since she learned to channel her chakra into explosive power.
“Why do you want this?” he asks. “You could be with any other person right now.”
“I don’t want other people. I want you. Ever since the war... you’re the one I want, Kakashi.”
“Why?”
“Because you want me back.” Sakura presses a finger to his lips before he can interrupt. “No, don’t deny it. You treat me differently from anyone else... it’s been that way for years. And after kissing me just now, don’t you dare say you don’t want me.”
Kakashi curls his fingers around Sakura’s hand, pressing his mouth to its backside in a warm kiss. He knows defeat and he doesn’t want to say no. “Yes, I want you, Sakura. You are smart, strong, wicked, and have a violent temper... and I want you.”
Sakura grins, a look of triumph on her face. “Then it’s settled. Now... show me what you like.”
Kakashi contemplates the request, idly running through the catalogue of options in his mind.
At the moment, he has one fixation, and that’s the tender warmth of Sakura’s tongue and mouth.
Sakura watches him. Kakashi sighs and unbuttons his pants, freeing his cock. He strokes the hard length, gaining some relief from the touch.
The storm continues around them. He senses no one around for miles. Here at this abandoned shrine at the edge of town, he thinks they found perfect shelter, if not one that is a little sacrilegious.
“I want you to suck me off,” he says. The way Sakura stares reduces his voice to nothing more than a rasp. Trails of pre-cum beads at the head.
Sakura considers him for a moment, then smiles. “As you wish, hokage-sama.”
“Hm, maybe not that title. It’s so formal.”
“Yes... sensei?”
Kakashi’s cock surprisingly twitches at the sound. Without breaking eye contact, he gives a shrug. “That’s better.”
Sakura lowers herself to the ground, to her knees. At first she seems uncertain, touching Kakashi’s cock with cautious hands. She squeezes, testing the girth and weight, considering her approach.
Her hot breath warms his sensitive skin. Kakashi places a hand atop her head, fingers curling into damp locks as Sakura takes the tip into her warm, wet mouth.
Sakura’s tongue laps at the head and beneath the shaft, tasting the pre-cum and licking with tender strokes.
After a moment, Sakura takes him deeper into the pleasure of her mouth and sucks. When she begins stroking the shaft with her hand, Kakashi feels his world shift. “Yes, like that. Good girl,” he groans. His cock twitches, hardening more than before.
Without thinking, his hips move with her motions, slipping into the heat of Sakura’s mouth. Her tongue and hand worships his hard length, licking and stroking, and accepting his thrusts.
“This isn’t your first time,” Kakashi notes lightly.
A smile curls around her lips. Sakura looks pleased, taking his remark as a compliment. She stops to speak, separating her mouth from his cock with a wet pop. The cool air hits his skin.
Sakura wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, green eyes sparkling with amusement. “This isn’t your first time either.”
“How many others?” Kakashi wonders, feeling lost.
“You tell me first. How many women have you shown that face to?”
Kakashi tightens his grip into Sakura’s hair. “What makes you think it’s only women?”
Sakura lifts an eyebrow. Already, he senses the questions rising to the surface.
Kakashi nudges his hips forward, keeping a firm grip atop her head. He wants to ease his hips back and forth, and continue the pleasurable action they had before.
Sakura glares with accusing eyes, but doesn’t pull away. He sees annoyance kindle there.
“Keep going,” he begs. To his relief, Sakura obliges with a smile, placing her mouth on him again. Perhaps she liked his desperate tone. As pleasure builds, Kakashi becomes lost in the sensation of Sakura’s skillful mouth.
He thinks it over. He doesn’t want to hear about Sakura’s past lovers. To his surprise, a creature of jealousy stirs in his chest at the thought.
He doesn’t want to know how Sakura Haruno learned to give incredible blow jobs. He doesn’t want to know their names.
“Fuck, Sakura. That feels good.” He pulls from his reverie, distracted by Sakura’s tongue licking the sensitive area beneath the head. She moves in steady strokes, sucking with steady pressure. It’s mesmerizing, watching the tip slip past her soft, pink lips.
She sucks him as if it’s the only thing she wants to do.
Suddenly, she takes him deep into the warmth of her mouth. She leisurely strokes his balls.
“Oh fuck,” he murmurs. His self-control unravels. Kakashi has a good imagination, but he never dreamed of his former student Sakura Haruno on her knees giving him a mind-blowing blow job. It feels so damn good. “I’m going to come.”
It is the only warning.
Sakura takes heed, slowing her actions and drawing her head back. As the pleasure crests in intensity, his balls tighten. Kakashi watches as Sakura holds her mouth open, exposing her tongue, and accepts the warm, rhythmic spurts of his ejaculation. The sight is more erotic than the scenes from his favorite novel.
When it’s over, Kakashi holds his cock in one hand, bracing his other hand against the shrine statue. He pants, feeling the bright glow of orgasm blow through his body. He recovers his breath.
Pleasurable twinges make his muscles jump as he comes down from the incredible, wonderful high.
Sakura patiently waits between his legs, looking entirely smug as she wipes her mouth. Her green eyes glow.
“Did I do it right, sensei?”
The memory of Sakura holding her mouth open, accepting everything he has to offer, makes his cock twitch. His blood stirs all over again.
“You did it right,” Kakashi admits with approval. After a moment, he adds, “I can’t believe you swallowed.”
Sakura grins, a small laugh escaping her lips. “I’m Konoha’s Cherry Bomb. You shouldn’t underestimate me, sensei.”
“Of course. I never would.” Kakashi offers a hand, helping Sakura from her kneeling position on the ground. She reclaims her seat at the base of the statue.
Kakashi rubs the skin of her knees with tenderness.
He lowers his head, murmuring into her ears. “You’re wet,” he whispers.
Sakura huffs, amused. “I was kneeling in a puddle.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Kakashi presses a trail of kisses down her neck, then bites her shoulder.
Sakura moans and shivers. Kakashi tilts her face up, kissing her deeply in the mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. Sakura makes soft noises in the back of her throat.
Her hands cling to his arms, holding tight for something stable.
Kakashi explores. His roams over soft breasts and firm abs. He dips a hand beneath the waistband of her skirt, slipping between her legs. Sakura’s body curls around his touch, as his fingers graze the warm slickness of her sex. Sakura trembles at the contact.
“I mean you’re soaked, down here,” Kakashi says.
Sakura moans. Kakashi feels the tremble down her body, against his fingers, as he presses the intimate spot between her legs. Kakashi feels the soft curls of her hair, and the wet heat of naked skin.
He brushes the slick bud at the top. Sakura’s breath goes shaky. Her grip tightens around his shoulders.
“What should we do about this, Sakura?” he asks.
“Touch me,” Sakura pleads. “Make me come, and don’t stop.”
Kakashi hums in agreement. “Hm, if that’s what you want.”
He slides a finger inside her center. Sakura feels hot and tight, and very slick. Kakashi enjoys the sensation, then easily slips in another finger. He imagines the feeling of entering her. His spent cock rises to attention.
Kakashi grazes a thumb against her clit. Sakura shudders with violence at the touch. As his fingers enter and slip out, her muscles clench around him.
She groans, clinging tight to his arms. Her gasps puff against the crook of his neck.
Kakashi moves at a slow, leisurely pace. His fingers plunge in and out with a rhythmic motion, and his thumb circles her clit.
Sakura moans sweetly into his shoulder. Kakashi trails more kisses down her neck, savoring this moment of Sakura’s pleasure. She is completely at his mercy.
When her muscles clench his fingers tight again, he groans.
Kakashi leans back, enough to see Sakura’s green eyes glazed over with lust. Her pink lips separate, opening with wordless want. Soft moans tumble from her mouth. He pumps his fingers inside, pulls from the wet slickness, only to plunge inside again. There is no resistance.
He follows the subtle rhythm of Sakura’s hips, matching the quickening pace she sets. Kakashi curls his fingers, stroking an intimate spot he knows women like. At this motion, Sakura lets out a sharp, broken cry.
“Kakashi—” Her longing is loud, breaking through the static of rain, and enough to catch the attention of any passerby who travels this abandoned road.
Kakashi presses a thumb to her lips. Sakura’s warm breath coats his finger. He doesn’t sense other people around, but he pauses for a moment, listening.
“Don’t stop,” Sakura begs. Her breath sounds shaky, her nerves are a wreck.
Kakashi smiles. He continues the delicious movement of his hand, curving his fingers just so, and massaging her in a way that makes her whole body tremble with need.
“Not so loud,” he cautions.
Sakura groans and nods, only half listening. She is lost in her own world, riding this high of pleasure.
With a little more effort she will come undone. Kakashi can make her come on his fingers, and he likes the thought of that.
But... he likes the thought of Sakura coming on his tongue even more.
Kakashi stops again. Sakura groans in protest, rocking her hips in need.
“Fuck, Kakashi. I am so close.”
Kakashi ignores this rebuke. He takes greater interest in Sakura’s lower half, especially the black underwear peeking beneath her skirt. He withdraws, pulling his fingers from the warmth of her center.
He shimmies Sakura’s skirt down with a rough tug, revealing underwear that is very wet.
“You are soaked,” he repeats, impressed. He runs his knuckles along the thin cloth between her legs, pushing it aside to reveal the slick folds of her sex. Sakura quakes under this light touch.
Delicate pink skin, slick with arousal.
Kakashi wants a taste. He can’t help it.
“What are you—” Sakura’s words die off, slipping into a soft moan. Kakashi grabs her outer thighs and lowers his head. He holds the underwear to the side, and tastes the wild tang and musk of Sakura’s arousal, lapping gently with his tongue.
Sakura grabs his hair, holding tight as her thighs tremble. Her nerves are already raw from his fingering. Now Kakashi draws out the pleasure in a new way.
Kakashi takes his time, stroking his tongue in a slow manner. He wants to taste Sakura to satisfy himself, but doesn’t want to finish her off so quickly. No matter how tight she grips him.
“Kakashi—” she rocks her hips, leaning into him. “That feels good. Don't stop. Please don’t stop.”
It is good. Kakashi feels himself get hard again, and Sakura feels so very wet.
Kakashi probes his tongue at her entrance, enjoying the pure taste of Sakura. This taste of her longing is all for him. The way she rocks her hips is an endless turn on. Her sex is warm and wet, and ready for his cock. How good it will feel to sink into her.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. He squeezes her ass in appreciation, liking the way she begs.
“Ah, sensei—please.”
He rewards Sakura for being so good by stroking his tongue on her slick bud. He laps with the flat of his tongue, licking in a way that makes Sakura pant and moan. Her breathing quickens.
“That feels good.” Sakura says. Her fingers rake through Kakashi’s hair. She tilts her head back, lost and unmoored in pleasure.
Kakashi turns his face, pressing warm kisses to Sakura’s inner thigh. “Tell me how much you like it.”
“I like it—” Sakura urges. “I like how your tongue feels. It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Kakashi continues the leisurely stroke of his tongue, enjoying the smooth, wet folds, and how Sakura’s thighs tremble beneath his palms with each stroke.
“Do you like it when I eat you out, Sakura?”
“Yes, sensei. I like it.”
“Tell me how much you like it.”
“I like it so much—” Sakura says. “I like it when you put your mouth on me. It feels so good. Please, sensei. I need more... I need you to— Ah—!” Kakashi slips his fingers into Sakura, and she can no longer speak. Her muscles tighten around the sudden intrusion.
Kakashi continues to taste and stroke with his tongue, moving his fingers in a rhythmic motion. Sakura rocks her hips, whole-heartedly agreeing with the sensation of being filled. The sensation is exquisite. It is enough.
She is close now, unraveling at a rapid pace. Her body tightens with pleasure and tension.
Sakura calls his name like a prayer. She is out of breath, her voice goes soft and husky with pleasure. “Ah—! Kakashi, Kakashi..."
Music to his ears.
She is coming. Her muscles contract around Kakashi’s fingers. As Sakura peaks and crests, he stays in place, letting her ride out the bright waves of orgasm.
She groans as her body trembles. Kakashi feels each shake, each throb of orgasm against his tongue and fingers.
When Sakura finally goes still, Kakashi tastes her one more time, coating his tongue with her arousal.
In the quiet, Sakura’s harsh breathing fills the air. Her body goes limp and boneless.
Kakashi playfully pulls the elastic waistband of Sakura’s underwear and lets it snap against her hip.
She is a sight. Clothes disheveled, still wet with rain and clinging to her body, and she is half undressed. Her eyes are dark with lust. Her chest rises and falls from exertion, as if she ran a mile.
“Sensei... is it your intention to ruin me?” She pants, breathless. “If you don’t finish fucking me right here, right now, I swear I will murder you.”
Kakashi quirks an eyebrow.
“You want more?”
“Your tongue and fingers are good, but it’s not what I want.” Sakura lifts her hips in emphasis.
Kakashi smiles. He trails a hand down her smooth thigh. “You’re insatiable,” he says. “People don’t usually make death threats after sex, you know.”
“I know you’re hard again.” Sakura reaches for his erect cock, squeezing over his pants. “So, what’s stopping you?”
Kakashi laughs. “Sakura, why are you so needy... and when did you become so bold?”
Sakura fondling him feels good. He thinks about the wet warmth between her legs, and how her muscles gripped him so tightly. He thinks of how she became undone, calling his name, begging for pleasure.
Sakura doesn’t break away. Her green eyes challenge him. “If we’re done with foreplay, then let’s fuck.”
Kakashi sighs, but he’s not unhappy. His mouth widens to a grin.
“Okay, Sakura.” His voice is dark and full of promise. “I’ll give you what you want.”
Sakura pulls Kakashi close. She makes quick work of his pants, undoing the buttons and tugging them down once more.
It feels good when Kakashi enters her. He guides his length with one hand, and Sakura does the rest, lifting her hips to meet him. Sakura feels warm and tight as promised.
Sakura grips his shoulders, resting her face into his neck. Her sighs puff against his skin. She smells good, warm and feminine. She feels smooth and soft.
Kakashi holds her hips, resting hands at her waist. His palms and fingers curve around her body. Kakashi holds Sakura steady while bucking in and out. Their hips rock together, and grind in delicious movement and friction.
She feels slick, from his mouth down there earlier, from arousal. Kakashi meets no resistance, sliding into Sakura’s tight hold. She moves with hunger, bringing Kakashi closer, and in as deep as possible. Her legs wrap around his hips, urging for more.
Kakashi kisses her deep, tasting her sweet tongue. He trails kisses down her neck, and bites her shoulder with a soft scrape of teeth. Sakura’s fingers dig and claw into his back.
“Yes, like that,” she encourages.
They fuck. Each movement drags pleasure from its golden home. Their dance satisfies a primal urge. The feeling of sex cloys heavy in the air. Rain falls in quiet patters around the shrine, and Kakashi and Sakura move, and moan, and groan. They pull sweetness and sighs from each others’ lips.
When at last orgasm hits, they are pulled under the tidal wave, down the depths of unknowing pleasure. Sakura comes first, muscles clenching in rhythmic bliss, but Kakashi is not far behind. He comes into Sakura. He is buried deep in her warm sex, coming in steady spurts.
“Oh god—” Sakura’s voice is hoarse. She is moaning. Pleasant tingles sweep down Kakashi’s spine.
He groans in agreement.
He holds Sakura as they are pulled into desire’s embrace and cut into pieces by dark rapture. He is lost in his bliss, in Sakura’s bliss.
When all is done, they go quiet.
Slowly, reality seeps into his awareness. Their physical position creates an ache in his back. Leaning against a statue is not optimal for repeated sex.
Sakura and Kakashi look at each other, both panting, out of breath. Kakashi rests his forehead on Sakura’s shoulder. His grip around her waist falls limp, as his body goes boneless. Sakura releases her grip, no longer digging fingers into his back.
“Wow,” Sakura says.
“Fuck, that was good,” Kakashi agrees.
Sakura leans her head back against the shrine statue. She laughs, bright and clear. Her face shows satisfaction. “Now, was that so hard? We should have done that from the start.”
Kakashi groans. He pulls away, fastening his pants and adjusting his shirt. He drags a helpless hand through his hair. “Sakura, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Sakura zips her top and tugs her skirt in place. Her neck is red from Kakashi’s rough kisses and bites. “I’ve decided,” Sakura says, “that we need to do this more often.”
She runs a hand over her neck, smoothing away marks with a green glow of chakra.
Kakashi gazes outside the shrine. Beams of sunlight break the sky, shining past dark clouds. The storm has ended.
From nearby, a flooded stream flows with abandon, and bugs whir back to life, buzzing with insistent song. The fragrance of wet soil hovers in the air.
Kakashi looks at Sakura, who is put together now. He smiles. “More often, huh. What makes you so sure?”
Sakura smooths her hair, forming a rough comb with her fingers. “I want sex,” she explains, “and you definitely need to get laid. So that’s it then.”
“I don’t need to get laid.”
Sakura stares, unconvinced. “Sensei, you fucked me just now like a man starved of pleasure.”
Kakashi gives a soft laugh. He rests a foot at the base of the fox statue, hands in pocket. “It’s more like you tempted and begged me to make love to you.”
Sakura snorts. “Please. It didn’t take much tempting. You jumped my bones the moment I got a little wet with rain.”
“I had to warm you up. As your former sensei, it is my duty to satisfy your needs.”
“I’m so glad that includes oral sex.”
“These days, yes.”
Sakura smiles. She closes her eyes and turns her chin up, making last adjustments to her hair. “Seriously, this is probably good for you... for both of us... to unwind.”
Sakura collects her lab coat from the base of the statue. She folds the coat over one arm.
As she approaches, Kakashi runs admiring fingers through Sakura’s hair, feeling the silky pink strands. “If that’s what you want,” he says.
Kakashi pushes away from the statue, strolling out of the shrine with an easy gait. He lifts his mask into place.
Sakura quickly follows. “Hey! Where are you going?”
Kakashi glances over his shoulder. “The rain stopped. Let’s get lunch. I’ll pay.”
“You’ll pay?” Sakura asks, incredulous.
“I owe you from last time,” Kakashi says simply.
They step over puddles. The smooth surface stirs with small ripples.
They fall into an easy pace, leaving the shrine behind, and walk into a rain-washed world where sunlight touches the ground in patches. Their voices fill the air with gentle talk and laughter.