#naruto fic

a truly surprising fact. it even took Kakashi aback when he learned this.

it was definitely not for a lack of prospects, that’s for sure. she’s got plenty to choose from. if not from the shinobi who’ve admired her since she first returned from Tsunade’s training, there’s the still ever-growing mass of fanboys who would do just about anything for her to look their way.

and while Sasuke was out of the picture as Sakura grew out of that infatuation out of her own accord, there was still the matter of all the other suitors who are still waiting in line for a chance with her. suitors Kakashi can’t allow, under any circumstances, to get within her radius.

thus, she stands on his doorstep, stammering her little heart out with a furious blush on her face as she asks for something so intimate with her former teacher. then realizes her mistake after confessing that the three other choices she’d considered were currently unavailable (the three choices Kakashi was sure that were ahead of him) and immediately backtrack.

she’s rapidly shaking her head and frantically waving her hands around as she adds, “n–not that i–i don’t think you wouldn’t be someone worth–”

“Sakura.”

immediate silence on her end as soon as he cut her off. she nervously bites her lip, eyes glazing over with tears with her shoulders rising further up her flushed ears. “y–yes?”

he walks over to her, slowly, careful not to startle her as she’s agitated enough. and gently takes her hand in his and cup her cheek with the other. her breath hitches sharply, eyes widening as wide as saucers.

a moment passes, though it carries the weight of eternity. months of planning. months of timing this day, of diverting all of the men who’ve confided in Kakashi of their interest in his former pupil away from her path, of quietly monopolizing her time and placing himself in a position to be on the top of her list. all comes down to this.

but it wasn’t just all scheming and conniving. it was also the quiet days of praying she doesn’t get tired of him. of praying that her very much visceral emotions for Sasuke don’t spark back to life when he’s even mentioned, let alone comes anywhere near her.

it’s the moments where Sakura’s fingers brushed his when they walk side by side, when she hooks her arm through his and pulls him along. it’s the warm smile she flashes his way, the endless faith she places in his words and the freedom she feels that allows her to be her truest self around him. it’s how she’ll fall into his arms, whether she’s gleeful or having a bad day.

moments of eyes like emeralds, precious gemstones the colour of life, brimming with light and tears and laughter. now bearing her soul to him.

Kakashi is far from a good man, that he can attest to. but no one can ever say that he’s not the one man who loves her more than life itself.

her skin is warm under the weight of his palm. her breath holds as he gently presses her forehead against his.

“i would be honored to be your first.”

the urge to kiss her was overwhelming, but he quells it by embracing her instead. opting not to push too far too fast. she sinks into his arms without hesitation and everything in the world felt just right.

he coaxed her further into his home, offering a cup of tea to soothe her nerves, to then sitting down with her just to talk while brushing a thumb over her knuckles. it wouldn’t be wise to rush into things. letting her get comfortable is.

the mission is in three days. that’s more than enough time to put the final stages of his plan in motion. three whole days of having Sakura all to himself.

a dream come true.

“we have all the time in the world…” he gently tells her. “let’s start simple.”

with her draped over his lap, with her legs on either side of him and her hands bracing against his shoulders. feeling her shiver when the tips of his fingers gently trail up her arms and down again to lay on her hips. only stopping briefly when she takes the initiative to reach for his mask.

he stays completely still when she slowly lowers the only layer covering his face, taking in her expression when he finally, after all these years, allows her to see him.

it’s the quietest she’s ever been. taking in what was once hidden from her for years before, fingers cupping his cheeks, her warm breath on his lips. a thumb traces the mole on his corner of his mouth that she’d previously been unfamiliar with. his heart stuttering at the weight of her inquisitive gaze.

Kakashi, for the longest time since he’s hatched this plan, thought he would be in full control of this very moment but…

she has him wrapped around her fingers already.

with his hand dives to the back of her head as he brings her mouth to his, Kakashi pulls her in closer until her body settles flush against him.

he cannot overstate how good it feels to feel her, to run his hands all over her, to have her tip her head back as his mouth peppers kisses all over her skin. he drinks in the shudder running down her spine and the stutters in her breath, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he gently lays her on her back.

it doesn’t seem to matter how much she offers, he takes and gives back tenfold.

she’s already soaked when he peels her panties off, her wide eyes watching as he rucks her skirt further above her hips. drooping and fluttering when he mouths kisses on her thighs, until she forcefully shuts her gaze away when he pries her open.

Sakura’s hands scramble to grip his silver hair as he devours her. sharp gasps hitching her speech, his name stuttering out in whimpers while his tongue rolls against her swollen bud. Kakashi holds her tightly in his grasp, his mouth familiarizing itself with her sodden folds with a heavy groan.

careless strokes of his tongue are delivered to her. his hands travel up to play with her clothed breasts, plucking the nipples between his thumb and index. he earns his name in the form of a helpless moan because of it and earns a hiss when he suckles her clit, hips unconsciously arching into his mouth.

the taste of her is more addictive than anything he’s ever encountered. he’s going to have trouble following through with his plan if he can’t bring his head away from between her legs soon. but he forces himself away anyway before her first crest can take root. she’s panting for air as he lifts her in his arms and carries her to his bed.

shaky hands trail up his abdomen as he takes off his jonin jacket, then the shirt underneath. fingers tracing miles of skin with reverence and curiosity while he undoes his trousers. her clothes follow soon after, joining his on the floor and they’re both left bare.

“final moments of you being a virgin.” he gently rubs the inside of her knee as her legs part for him. hands plant on either side of her head, denting the pillow she’s resting on, his nose nudging hers. “got any last words?”

a shaky breath exhales. green eyes drag from his lips to meet his gaze.

a hand cups his cheek when her quiet plea echoes into the night, “go easy on me.”

that’s a given. he’d be a monster not to.

Kakashi kisses her wrist and settles between her legs. another kiss marks her lips, then her cheek as he nudges at her opening, only stopping briefly when she gasps. a slight push and her nails dig in. he groans into her neck at the sting but slowly works his way inside of her until sinking at the hilt.

from there, no one moves. the finality of this moment settles in the air. till Kakashi lifts his head, gaze hazy as he slowly collects his thoughts. but the look in her eyes, when she gazes up at him like that. like he’s meant for something more than bloodshed, meant for more than being a soldier, meant for more than war.

to her, he’s not just a dog meant to be ordered around. to her, he’s much more than just her sensei. when she looks at him with the delicate expression. like this is the safest she’s ever been, the safest she’ll ever feel with anyone–

something in his chest violently unfurls.

“good?” his voice is tight. “need me to stop?”

“no–” she hiccups, eyes tightly shut for a moment until they flutter open. her heavy gaze weighing on him as she forces a strained smile. “just… c–coming to terms with the fact that i’m not a virgin anymore.”

so like her. finding ways to be snarky at the worst possible moment.

somehow, that does draw a chuckle out of him before he tells her, “hold onto me.”

Sakura’s arms wrap around his neck. chest to chest, breaths mingling, her legs wrapping around his as their lips meet in a soft exchange. there was no better place for either one of them to be.

she whimpers into his mouth when he finally rocks his hips. her voice straining with little noises that slowly turn into broken moans and broken sobs of his name. the obscene squelching of their coupling fills the room, bringing a hot flush to their cheeks when they take note of it.

Kakashi loses himself while lavishing her breasts with his tongue before he pulls away, his palms splayed on either side of her head. he sits up, his hands gripping her hips for his thrusts snap harder, drawing out more debilitated sounds out of her.

her nails steak lines down his shoulders for the passing seconds that the pressure builds. Kakashi’s focus wanes the more her expression bleeds with unbridled pleasure.

“don’t s–stare.” she whimpers, tears brimming her eyes as she tries to angle herself away from his cock.

an unfair request. how could he not?

“this isn’t just your first time, Sakura.” he breathes. “this is you learning what real pleasure feels like.”

his hands pin hers above her head and presses deep into her until he stops, nudging that little sensitive spot. a tight noise barely escapes her throat. he has her right where he wants her.

“so don’t run from it.”

don’t run from me.

“still–” Sakura, ever so defiant, even with eyes pinched shut, even with ecstasy overwhelming her nerves, manages to slip out out, “got time to teach at a time like this?”

Kakashi tilts his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “now what kind of a sensei would i be if i didn’t make the most of this opportunity?”

scheming and conniving aside, it’s easy to fall in love like this. existing only to please, only to be buried at the root, breathing each other’s air before Sakura leans up to swipe her tongue over his lips, a gravel hum pouring into her mouth when she clenches around him.

oh?

“that does it for you?” he asks as he pulls away, a gentle thrust teasing her. “got a thing for your sensei now, huh?”

“i’m– fuck–” a hiss tears through her clenched teeth. “i’m learning, aren’t i?”

Kakashi almost chuckles at that.

“well,” he buries his face in her neck. “you’ll come to learn that you’re required to repeat this lesson a few more times before your sensei deems that you’ve mastered the art of pleasure.”

fingers lacing above her head, Sakura cries out when his thrusts turn brutal to chase the high that starts to blister. he feels her tightening already, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. like he wants to erase all memory of everyone who’s ever held her heart. like he’s going to bend and shape the very future of who will reside in it next.

it’s a selfish endeavor. weaseling his way into her life like this, more so than he normally should’ve been allowed. it’s decrepit, deceitful. disgraceful, even.

but even he knows Sasuke doesn’t deserve this privilege. even as he gazes down at her flushed face, as his ears ring with the sweetness of her moans, Kakashi can’t bring himself to stop.

“where?” he pants, “Sakura–”

“inside.” the soft whisper strikes through the wet salacious noises echoing through the walls.

“are you–” sure? crazy? “Sakura–”

“sensei!”

Kakashi can’t find it in him to protest when her legs cross at his lower back. her name spills from his mouth more times with his pace never stopping. once in apprehension. once again in resignation. and once more when the sudden high chokes his voice.

eyes rolling, his head thrown back, muscles rigid as the shockwave transgresses through each nerve ending like wildfire. every pulse wrecking him from within, sinking him deeper inside her even through the last few shallow thrusts.

both forever undone by this forbidden sequence of events.

her trembling frame sinks back onto the bed, fingers unlacing from his and sliding up his shoulders as he rests his head in the crook of her neck.

Kakashi’s plan had finally come to fruition.

Sunlight bushes against your face as it begins to peak through the thin blinds of your bedroom. Pressing into the softness of your pillow you let out a soft sigh, opening your eyes slowly blinking the heaviness from them.

Reaching your hand down to the arms tightly wrapped around your waist caressing them softly in slow circular movements, waking up in this position has become an almost everyday occurrence since you two started dating. Be it at your or his house you two would end up curled around each other one way or another. Despite that fact you still struggle with separating from him each morning wishing you could just stay in bed free of all responsibility of your daily life's but this world is cruel and you have to attend to both of your separate duties to both of your chagrins.

Sighing deeply you run your hand up and down his arm tracing your nails against it gently "Shika we gotta get up" the only reply you get is a small grumble as he buries his face into the small of your back. You didn't expect any diffrent this is how it always goes no matter how much you whine or complain to him once your both up he will forever be a total bitch to wake up. "alright whatever I'm getting up you can do what you want" you say as you start to pry his arms off only to be stoped by Shikamaru tightening his grip making you let out a small yelp from the sudden pressure.

"You're staying" he mumbles moving his face to you neck pressing a soft paper light kiss that tickled to it.

"I have plans with Lee and Naruto I can't stay" You try to push him away with your legs but he doesn't budge in the slightest.

He doesn't even pleasure you with any type of response instead continuing to kiss your neck to your shoulders then back up right behind your ears. There really wasn't anything you wanted to do more then stay here with him but you are a man of your word. Promising Naruto and Lee that you'll train with them was most definitely a mistake that you will be regretting for the next few weeks when you come back home sore and bruised because those two always found a way to pull you into what ever stupid thing's they do to try and get stronger which some how ended with you hurt in some way or another by the end.

"Come on you know how those two get. They'll be here banging on the door if I'm not there for whatever weird training Lee has conjured up" You wouldn't be surprised if they kicked your door down to drag you out with how intense they get.

He lets out a long annoyed huff, the air hitting your neck making you squirm "I don't care. You can wait till they get here to get up" he doesn't even give you a second to respond before he forced you onto your back and flopped on top of you trapping you to the bed. He lifts himself up to meet your eyes and stares at you for a long moment sleep still coating his face "Right now you're mine" he says slowly and with that he presses a long lazy kiss to your lips only pulling away way you start softly hitting his shoulder to signal you need air.

He snuggled his face back into your neck once again and you sigh for what feels like the hundredth time this morning "you're ridicules I hope you know that" you huff out reaching your hand up to caress the back of his head running your fingers threw his long hair. You feel him smirk against your neck and you have to resist the urge to smack him.

This is the quickest he has managed to get you to give up and stay in bed, you would be annoyed about it if he didn't look so damn handsome right now, with his hair splayed out against your neck and his shoulder blades framing his face beautifully making him look oh so kissable.

"Love you, you prick" you mumble pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Love you to" he says groggily barely conscious.

God he's going to turn you into someone who's just as lazy him.