Fic: Drag You Down With Me [KakaSaku] 1/1

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Title: Drag You Down With Me
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: Sakura/Kakashi
Rating: HIGHLY MATURE
Summary: Sometimes, she had the impression that he teased her all for his own entertainment, the sadist. SAKURA. KAKASHI. On abuse of power, sexual harassment, and chauvinism. Only not really.
Spoilers: Naruto is a Ninja. OMG.
Warnings: Sex, bondage, blonds that should die, and a lot of paperweights thrown about.
A/N: I have never enjoyed writing smut as much as I have today. 13 pages of Word, you bitches. If this doesn’t make you happy, I don’t know what will! Written in response to the KakaSaku FC challenge of: write the smuttiest fic of Sakura/Hokage!Kakashi. And also very inspired by cynchick’s a-fuckin’-mazing drawing. Yeah, that drawing caused this fic, so everyone should go thank her! I’d also want to say that Sakura is of age in this fic. It’s even mentioned that she’s 20 years old, so don’t complain to me, LJ. Now, ENJOY! (Unbeta-ed.)


Drag You Down With Me

It was half-part two in the afternoon when Sakura received the orders, straight from the Hokage’s office, courtesy of a hawk. Apparently, an emergency bigger than saving the lives of several ANBU members required her to attend the Rokudaime.

Preoccupied, as any reasonable shinobi would be, Sakura enlisted Hinata and Hanabi to do her job, and ran. On her way up, she weighted the possibilities. Had the Hokage been injured? Terrible memories she’d been trying to forget, flashed in front of her eyes.

The night Tsunade had died in battle had been stormy, appropriate for the occasion, Sakura had been there, in front line, to witness it. To hold her mentor’s body in her arms. They’d fought side by side together, against the blue haired Akatsuki woman. By the end of the battle, the results were obvious. It could only end in tears, and in death. Her team had found Sakura semi-conscious, clinging to the body of her mentor—now old, but still beautiful--, tear-stains evident on her cheeks. The only thing Sakura was glad of was that their enemy was also dead, lain several feet away. Dead, and dismembered—which was proof that you just did not kill Sakura’s mentor, and expect her to just stand there in one place, while she had a perfectly able sword. “I don’t regret it,” she’d told her team, knowing that they probably thought she’d gone mad. But she had no clan to massacre, so the worry was unneeded. If Chiyo-baa-sama had taught her that mysterious jutsu, no-one…no-one doubted for a minute that Sakura wouldn’t have performed it. Five days later, when the Hokage that Tsunade had named in her final order gave Sakura the title for First Medic-Nin Of Konoha, she’d cried. Afterwards, she had made a promise to him that as long as she was alive, no harm would become him.

And now, being summoned to his office, caused her to panic. What if he was hurt? No. I will not allow another death, I will not lose another loved one.

The door was almost blown from its hinges when Sakura rushed inside, to find—

“Oh, hello, Sakura-chan. That was quick.”

—much to her dismay, a perfectly sane, untouched Hokage, smiling at her from behing his infamous mask.

“What…” she spoke, panting slightly. “What did you call me for?”

Kakashi blinked innocently—making her wonder why the hell Tsunade had named him Hokage(reasons that he was the best ninja in Konoha not-withstanding). “To say hello, of course,” he answered, simply.

“Do you realise that I just left four people on the operation table with the Hyuuga girls and ran here because I thought you were injured?” she screeched, stomping over to his table.

“Can’t a man want to say hello to the wife he hasn’t seen enough of lately?”

“Remind me again why I married you,” she snapped, analysing the desk for possible weapons to smash against his head—hey, she’s heal them later! The paperweight would do.

“It was a political decision from the Council members,” he answered, calmly removing the paperweight from the table. “I had to pick someone who would make a great possible leader, if something happened to me. And you were that person.”

Those compliments never failed to make her feel better, less mad over the fact that her great romantic happy end was ruined by her duty to Konoha. Being married to Kakashi was not that bad. At least, from the five days they’d been married, it wasn’t that bad. After all, Sakura busied herself with work to avoid him and his possible desires to…fornicate, which she couldn’t do. Not without confessing that she actually loved the man she was wed do, had done so for some time, but since he was obviously both a hermit and in love with Kurenai, it could only end in tears. Hers.

“I also picked you because you look so cute when you’re angry,” he continued.

“I’m your personal jester?” she growled, glaring at him until he cowered slightly.

“Does this mean I’m sleeping on the couch again?”

“I don’t see why it bothers you, you always sleep there,” she retorted, rolling her eyes at the pout he was giving her from behind the mask. At least that was true and he was a gentleman enough not to expect sharing a bed with his wife. Which also had the downside of making her think he didn’t want her at all. Highly possible.

“About that, Sakura-chan,” he started, “I want to sleep in a bed—“

“Then buy one.”

“—with you,” he finished, his voice deep and stern. As if he were scolding her for improper use of a kunai, rather than say what he was saying.

“What? Why?”

“I’m your husband,” he answered, with the same voice he used when he said he was tired, or asked to ‘pass the toast’.

“I know that,” she groused. “But why ask now?”

“Well, I am a man, and I have needs—“

“Oh no! No sex! I told you I’m not ready!”

“…I was referring to the need to rest properly,” he answered. “And you’re twenty years old. And a doctor. Surely you know the deal of it, why does sex scare you so much, then?”

“It does not scare me, and stop using my rank to compliment me!” she answered, now sure that he’d named her First Medic-Nin just to blackmail her with it later on. “I’m just not ready. I may not be ready for another…twenty years?”

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, staring at her for a while. As if the wheels were spinning, and he was trying to come to a decision. He had the same expression on, whenever he had to make decisions as Hokage. She’d worked with him long enough while he was in that position—a whole of two years of him as the Rokudaime—to know his looks. Plus, she was his wife. Even if she wasn’t, really, his wife. “Do I scare you?” he asked, standing up from behind his table.

“No,” she answered truthfully.

“Do I repulse you?” he asked, already in front of her, trapping her body against the desk and his own body.

“N-no,” she answered, trying hard not to blush. “If you’re not injured, I’m leaving.”

“Do I not attract you?” he whispered, bending to breathe against her neck.

Sakura froze still, muscles tensing up, brain not functioning properly either. “Y-you’re not ugly…” she answered, and then kicked herself mentally, for such a lame response.

“Oh? And how would you know that? You haven’t seen me…”

“Female intuition—what are you doing?” she asked, panicking when his fingers disappeared under his mask and tugged down. She was momentarily dazed, because—Damn. He’s beautiful.

“I’m going to kiss my wife,” he said, leaning down. “From what I’ve hear, it’s not a crime.”

“Wh—,“ she began, but all her protests were drowned by the feel of his lips on hers. Kakashi was kissing her. He was kissing her, and the way he did it made Sakura wish he’d never kissed any other man before him in her life. All her past kisses, all her past ‘make-out sessions’—as Ino called them—completely paled in front of his kiss. He wasn’t even moving his lips much. The moment his lips had touched hers, she’d felt him groan softly. He remained like that, his lips locked on hers, for a while. As if he was afraid to move, deepen the kiss, make it something more. He was breathing hard through his nose, and his hands had rushed up to cup her face, keeping her near him. As though he wouldn’t want to let go.

Sakura didn’t want him to let go, either. Having his lips touch her was more heaven than any other kiss she’d experienced—which proved just how hopelessly, pathetically in love she was with the man. But she was greedy, and mortal. And given a slice of heaven, it was only reasonable that she should ask for more. She needed more. A proper kiss at least, therefore, when she moved her lips slightly against him, she did it in hopes that he’d stop being like a statue, and do something. And, oh, did it have effect. Did it ever. His eye snapped open, even though she couldn’t see it, glazed over from the pleasure. His hands held her face, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones, under her eyes, tilting her head softly, angling her for a more perfect fit. Then he moved his lips, at last, and Sakura was trapped in a tornado. He was kissing her not only with the skill of someone who’d been doing it for years, but with the hunger and passion of someone who only wanted to kiss her, until they both passed out from lack of air. Which was becoming a certain possibility.

He slid his tongue along the seams of her lips, sliding inside when she granted him pass, moving around her tongue, slowly, sensuously awaking it from its slumber, and daring Sakura to move her tongue against his. She did, a tiny moan escaping her mouth at the same time he groaned softly. Then, his tongue retreated, only to slide back inside, and so on, in a movement that made Sakura think of things other than kisses. Things like his hips sliding against her thighs, him sliding inside her, with the same slow and sensual movement he used with his tongue. It made her think of sex, causing a pool of heat to gather up in her belly. Because when she thought of sex, she could only think about it with Kakashi. His kiss was brainwashing her. It was powerful, hungry and raw, and it was torturously slow, but effective in eliminating all her memories of previous kisses. From now on, she wanted to be kissed only like that.

He pulled away, lips quirked in a lazy smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” he confessed. “I should’ve ordered you to kiss me, but I was afraid you’d end up hitting me.”

“I…would have…” she said, through gasps for air.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, grinning as he moved his hands to grasp her bottom, and lifted her onto his table.

“What are you doing?” she asked, bumping into him as she lost her balance.

“Something else I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” he said, then bent down to lick the skin on her neck. Instinctively, her hands gripped his shoulders, her legs buckled around his waist, her back tensed up, and her mouth opened to let out a moan and a gasp at the feel. It only made him grin against her skin—she felt it—and drop an open-mouthed kiss to it, which turned into a series of kisses, trailing down her neck, then up to her ear. He bit on her earlobe at the same time as his hand hovered over her breasts, and she shuddered slightly, her chest moving up. He cupped one breast through her clothes, and they both shivered at the same time, both from pleasure. His mouth trailed downwards again, lips and tongue licking and nipping at her skin. “Mmm, Sakura-chan,” he worded into her neck, “You taste so good…I wonder if you taste good all over.”

“N-no…” she protested slightly, when his hand moved to the zipper of her medic-nin outfit, pulling it down slowly. She knew where he was going with this, and while she wanted it so much, she was still terrified of it at the same time. And he knew, the bastard, that when she said ‘no’, she meant ‘yes’. He definitely knew.

“Yes, baby,” he murmured against the skin near her collarbone, zipper sliding down past her chest, to her legs, and then it was open. “Such a pity they’re covered,” he said, fingers brushing over her chest-bindings. “But we’ll solve that one soon,” he promised, smiling slyly at her before biting her collarbone softly and causing her to whimper.

“Kakashi, please…” she whined silently, shifting on the desk.

“Please what, Sakura?” he asked, fingers hooking under her black shorts, one hand going under her bottom to lift her up, while the other pulled down her shorts, throwing them to the floor.

“Please let go,” she ordered, trying to make her voice stern, but it was just impossible when his hands rubbed circles on the inside of her thighs.

“Red panties, very nice,” he murmured, ignoring her order. “I see you’ve moved on from cotton whites. I’m so proud,” he grinned, fingering the string tying her underwear near her hip.

“I don’t want to…”

“Oh, but you do, baby,” he said, his palm cupping her clothed mound, fingers pressing above her entrance. “See? You’re all soaked, Sakura-chan…so you definitely want to,” he explained, rolling her fingers around her entrance as he emphasized the word. “And I want to, too. So we both win in this round.”

“But…” she tried again, but the pleasure caused by his fingers—now moved a bit higher, brushing perfectly and torturously over her clit—was too intense to help her form any serious, reasonable protest. Who in her right mind would protest to such treatment, anyway? Well…she would. For one, she was still a virgin, and having sex with him would most surely cause her to confess. Plus, they were in his office, and the door was probably unlocked, to boot. And she didn’t want to lose her virginity on a desk. With a paperweight digging into her ass.

“Is the place where your mind’s at nice?” he asked, startling her from her reverie. Apparently, while she’d been busy weighting the pros and—mostly—the cons, Kakashi had procured a kunai, that he was now using to cut through her chest-bindings.

“This isn’t right,” she snapped weakly.

“I’ll say,” he spoke once the wrappings were off and over his shoulder on the floor. “You should never wrap your breasts again…these beauties should be free,” he joked, hands cupping her freed breasts as he emphasized the last word.

She moaned, shivering slightly, but she was determined to stop him. Really. Her hands even moved up to swat his hands away, but then he rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and her hands lost control and ended up buried in his hair. Yeah, that’s what they call protesting. “S-ssstop,” she hissed, back arching slightly when his tongue flickered over her other nipple.

“Mmm, do you really want me to stop, Sakura-chan?” he asked, looking up at her, his eye dark with evident lust.

“We’re in your office,” she snapped.

“You’re right,” he said, looking as though he’d just realized it. “Do you think I should’ve locked the door?” He moved up to kiss her again. “You’re not a screamer, are you?” he asked against her lips, then smiled darkly. “Of course you are.”

“Kakashi!” she complained, but her protests were quieted when he kissed her again, with as much hunger and passion as before, if not more. His fingers, meanwhile, were doing amazing things to her breasts, tugging softly, teasing, moulding, and making her tremble in pleasure and arousal. Speaking of arousal, his own was evident even through the Hokage clothes, since he’d taken to grinding his hips against her, his clothed erection rubbing against her clothed entrance, causing her to move—instinct, it was pure instinct—against him in a grinding move of her own. “I don’t wanna have sex with you,” she whined, though it wasn’t really felt.

“Mmm? Everything you’re doing is saying that you do, Sakura-chan. There’s nothing wrong with wanting or needing your husband, baby. I want you,” he explained calmly, pulling back to look her in the eyes. “I need you,” he said, moving so that his erection rubbed against her again. “So why are you so scared, hmm?”

“I’m not scared of sex, dammit!” she snapped at last, all rationality leaving her mind completely. “I’m not scared of sex, but I’m afraid of what I might do during it.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“I might tell you that I l—“

The door, the blasted door slammed open, and a smiling blond man—that would soon die at her hands—busted in, in the only style he knew. Loudly. “Kakashi-sensei, I came back from the mission, and Sai told me to come hand…in…the…re…port,” he finished, his eagerness dimming down as he took in the sight in the office. “Heeey,” Naruto said, grinning widely, “Is this what the Hokage get to do in his free time…? I like it,” he finished, holding up his thumbs.

“Naruto,” Sakura growled, trying to cover herself up. Kakashi did it for her, both palms clamping over her breasts. “Eek!”

“Naruto, come back in an hour,” Kakashi said calmly, as if he wasn’t between her thighs, as if he wasn’t holding her breasts in his hands, as if she wasn’t almost naked. Sakura died of mortification, and Kakashi tilted his head. “Actually, come back tomorrow, I’m taking the day off,” he said, looking at Sakura while he spoke, letting her know perfectly well what he intended to do to her. For a day. She died again.

“Riiiight,” Naruto drawled, leaving a scroll on the chair. “Report’s there. I’ll let you guys have your fun, since it’s about time, eh? Oh, but, Kakashi, hurry up and retire, yeah?”

“Why?” the man asked.

“Because I wanna be Hokage after you. The things I could do on that desk,” he explained, his eyes twinkling michevously.

“NARUTO, YOU PERVERT!” Sakura shouted, throwing something—paperweight—at him, which he ducked. Of course.

“Oh, then you can wait for another two decades or so,” Kakashi said. “The things I can do on this desk,” here he grinned, “will take me a long time to complete.”

“IDIOT!” Sakura snapped, hitting his head angrily. “And stop acting as if I’m not in the room, and don’t know you’re both talking about sex. Naruto, get out! Kakashi, let go.”

“I agree. Naruto, get out,” Kakashi muttered, not letting go at all.

“See you tomorrow, then,” the other man said, laughing as he slammed the door behind him.

“Do you think I should lock the door this time?” Kakashi asked after a moment of silence.

“Arrghh!” she growled, swatting his hands away from her breasts, and pushing him away from her. “You’re insufferable, horrible, perverted, incorrigible, hopeless—“

“Oh, stop it with the compliments, Sakura-chan, you’re making me blush,” he interrupted.

“And I’m not having sex with you on the Hokage’s desk!” she shouted.

“…Why not? The Hokage won’t mind, I promise you,” he said, winking at her.

“Take one more step closer to me and I swear I’ll hit you,” she warned him.

He took two steps, until he was back in the same blessed position between her legs. “Kinky wife I turned out to take,” he said, grinning. “Now, continue what you were going to say.”

“Hopeless, moronic, impossible—“

“No,” he interrupted again, his tone serious this time. “What you were going to say before Naruto came in.”

“Oh,” she said. “I forgot.”

“Sakura,” he sing-songed, in a threatening way. “Don’t make me torture you again.”

“Why? I thought you liked that sort of foreplay,” she retorted, her tone monotone. A moment later she realised it was so, so wrong to tell him that, because it woke up an evil, evil monster inside Kakashi. And evil monster that pulled out strings from no-where, and tied her hands together, then pushed her down to the table, and tied them to one of the table’s legs. “What the hell are you doing?” she growled, trashing on the table in an attempt to pry herself free.

“Oh,” he said, pressing his thumbs into his hips and pushing her down against the table. “Keep doing that. The view from up here is gorgeous.”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, annoyed, and at the same time aroused.

“Because I want to hear what you had to say, of course. A wife shouldn’t keep secrets from her husband.”

“Well this wife is never, ever, ever letting you sleep in a normal bed if you carry on doing this, Kakashi,” she threatened.

“Really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in that ‘I’m making plans’ way again. “Well, that’s good. Because this husband wouldn’t have let you get much sleep, were he in bed with you, either. Wife.”

“I HATE YOU!”

“Liar,” he said, mimicking her favourite answer to his excuses for tardiness. “Now…will you tell me nicely, or must I torture you?” he asked patiently.

“Let me go, you horrible bastard! This is sexual harassment! Abuse of power! Chauvinism!” she protested, snarling at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Not a minute later, he was on his knees in front of the table, teeth tugging at the strings of her panties.

“…oh…” she protested, avidly.

“Mmmhmm, lost your voice now, hmm?” he teased, pressing a warm kiss on her left thigh, while his fingers pulled off her underwear in one swift movement. So swift that Sakura didn’t even realise he’d done it, until she felt his tongue.

“Oh….God…!” she gasped, all her trashing and struggling coming to a stop as she arched slightly.

“Mmm,” he retorted, and parted her lips with his tongue, flickering it over her clit, then dragging it down to her entrance. “Please. Call me Kakashi.”

“That…was so lame,” she gasped, her fingers twisting around the strings holding her put. “That was…the lamest comeback you’ve ever do-oohhh…” It was impossible to be a smart-ass around him like she usually was, when his tongue slid inside, past her entrance, like that.

“Delicious,” he said, licking his lips like a cat who’d just seen the cream—and tasted it. “Finish what you were saying.” He licked her from the cleft of her ass to her clit, and she shuddered.

“No. Can’t remember.”

“I’ll help you,” he said. “You were saying you didn’t want to have sex with me—which you obviously do,” and here he suckled her clit between his teeth, causing her to moan outloud, “See? You were saying you didn’t want to, because you’d end up saying you…what?” he asked, his eyes twinkled with mischief—when had he dropped the hitai-ate? Why was he leaving the Sharingan open? Was he mad?

“Y-you know what…” she mumbled feebly.

“But I don’t. Say it,” he warned. “Or I’ll hold you like this for days. Naked on my table,” he spoke, slowly, looking at her the same time. “And the Council Members are coming in for a reunion tonight.”

“You. Evil. Bastard,” she gritted out, glaring at him for all he was worth.

He grinned. “I know.” Then dived down again, and scraped his teeth over her clit. “Come on, Sakura, say it. Finish the sentence so I can finally let you go, and take you like we both want me to take you.”

“Home?” she offered weakly.

“You know what I mean,” he corrected, the stood up and walked around the table until he was behind her head. “You look so gorgeous like this, baby. If I could hold you as my centrepiece I would. I’d never let you leave this place.” Kneeling until he was at her level, he dropped a kiss to her shoulder, and spoke: “But when I take you, I want you to be responsive.”

“I’ll hit you,” she warned, but it lacked consistency.

“I don’t mind the kink,” he said, grinning into her cheek. “Finish the phrase, Sakura,” he asked, his voice soft and honest. In that moment, Sakura’s world crashed on her shoulders, and she was left with doubts. Should she tell him? Confess to him that she’d loved him ever since he’d become Hokage, since he’d started to train with her, since he’d passed from teacher to friend and confidant? Should she say of how she’d hoped of this day never to come? Because she didn’t want to be hurt. She knew they’d end up having sex, whether it were on his table, or home in bed, it didn’t matter. But Sakura didn’t want to give herself entirely to him only to get heartbroken. She didn’t want to be the trophy wife, the one who serves as a good fuck, while his heart belonged to Kurenai. It was obvious. The whole village knew he was in love with the woman. How many days had he spent at Kurenai’s home, anyway? Countless. So, should she tell him?

“I…that I…” She closed her eyes. Just let it out. If you suffer you suffer, and you’ll get over it. Like you got over Sasuke, and Naruto, and Sai. You’re strong enough. You’ll live. Don’t keep this secret. “Love you.”

There, it was out in the open. Now he knew. All she needed now was his reaction. “Oh,” he said, kissing her nose, upside-down. “I knew that.”


“I know that you’re probably in love with Kurena—you knew?” she asked, eyes wide. “What the hell do you mean, you knew?”

“In love with Kurenai?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Sakura, please don’t tell me you listened to the rumour mill. You’re better than that.”

“But…all those days you visit her…”

“Her son is my godchild. I babysit him sometimes, when Kurenai needs to take a few days off for herself,” he explained, shrugging slightly. “There’s nothing more than that. I promise.”

“But—“

“Sakura,” he stopped her, one finger pressed against her lips. “You know why, when the Council members told me to find a bride soon or they’d do it for me, I picked you?” When she shook her head, he continued. “Because you, out of all the women in this village, are the only one I’d want to grow old with.”

“…what?”

“Silly girl. I knew you loved me,” he said, grinning. “So it was only obvious that I’d pick the woman I loved, especially if she loved me back, as my wife.”

“…love?”

“Granted,” he continued, musing, “I didn’t expect it would take me five days to get the confession out of you, but you’re good at slipping away from me.”

“Right, but go back to the part where you said you loved the woman you married,” she insisted, her lips forming a smile. If what he said was true, then…it was no wonder every touch from him felt like heaven. If they moved based on love, and not on lust as she’d thought, then…then everything was perfect.

“I said that?” he asked, grinning as he bent down to kiss her nose. “I can’t remember,” he teased, kissing her lips.

“Kakashi,” she pleaded against his lips. “Don’t break my heart.”

“Never,” he said, and then with a flick of his kunai, he had her untied. “Don’t break mine.”

“Never,” she said, turning around on the table until she was facing him. This time, when they kissed, it was better. More intense. The recent confession and the frustration, the secrets, everything that had acted like a barrier to them before, was gone. And in that place, all the was left was love. And a lot of lust.

“We’re doing it here,” he muttered against her lips, before pulling her to the floor—the carpet was at least more comfortable than the table (a good thing the current Hokage liked to step on fluffy things)—and covering her body with his. “And later, home, I’ll make love to you the whole night. But right now, if I don’t have you, I’ll—“

“Die. I know, I feel the same,” she continued for him, her lips trailing down his throat while her fingers pulled and tugged at his clothes. “Get naked. Now.”

“Ah, my girl. So bossy all the time,” he complained, but without really complaining. Pulling away, he took off his clothes, the shirt, his pants, leaving himself in only his underwear. Sakura hooked her legs around his waist, and rolled them over, until she was on top.

“I said, get naked,” she said, as aroused as he was. Or maybe he was more aroused. She rolled her hips against his arousal.

“God,” he groaned, his head pressed into the carpet.

“Please,” Sakura said, smirking, “Call me Sakura.” She hooked her fingers around the band of his underwear, and tugged them down, throwing them somewhere—and idly hoping no-one would burst in now, or she’d kill them—before settling herself on top of him again.

“I want you,” he murmured, rolling them around until she was under him, his mouth attached to her neck.

“I—mmm—know…” she gasped, moaning softly afterwards, while her legs tangled around his, heels rubbing against his calves. “Kakashi, I’ve never done this before…”

“I know,” he said, kissing her lips softly. “I’ll make it feel good, I promise.” She nodded, and he took that as permission. His hands caressed every part of skin they could get, hungry, needy for the touch and the feel of her. His lips focused on her lips, the shell of her ears, her neck, her collarbone, down to her breasts. His fingers rubbed her clit again, over and over, until she was rolling her head from side to side, and asking ‘please, please’, and then he slid two digits into her core, letting out a groan. “So tight, love,” he murmured, pulling the fingers out before pushing them back inside.

“M-more,” she begged, fingers gripping his shoulders while her mouth pressed kisses against his neck. “Please…”

He rolled his fingers until they faced upwards, then moved them in a beckoning movement, hitting against her G-spot and causing her to buckle and scream out in pleasure. He continued doing that for a while, getting her wet and ready, and when he thought it was alright, he pulled his fingers out, giving them a greedy lick, and leaned down. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” she said, spreading her legs for him, in a daze. She was relaxed, and floating, and so aroused she could die—or maybe she already had died—so when his tip started to slide inside her, she didn’t notice any pain. Just the feeling of being filled up by something too big for her to take—and strangely enough, that didn’t bother her at all. Kakashi didn’t let her be bothered by anything other than pleasure, his mouth kissing her neck softly as one hand held her left knee bent, and the other rubbed against her clit. One second he was out, and the next, Sakura wasn’t a virgin anymore.

He stayed still for a moment or two, before starting to move again, sliding in and out of her, slowly. His hips raised, her hips following up to meet him when he came back down. The room’s quietness was invaded by the sound of their breaths, the gasps of pleasure, the groaning, the moans, and the mumbled words of ‘love’ and ‘more’ and ‘oh gods’. The rhythm continued, he would pull out until only the tip was left inside, then slam back into her, causing her back to arch, her fingers to dig into his skin. Then, he started to thrust faster, faster, until the rhythm was lost, until all they were, were smart animals in heat, bodies sliding together, skin friction, lust, haze, and then nothing at all. Sakura came first, all her previous arousal snapping in one, violent orgasm, and Kakashi had to kiss her to muffle her screams of pleasure, because if anyone came in right then, he would’ve killed them. Kakashi thrust into her six more, uncontrolled, arrhythmic times, before he groaned, muttering her name against her lips.

And when they both returned from their moments in paradise, Sakura had this really big urge to either do it again, or snuggle up next to him. Neither of which was possible, since they were in the Hokage’s office—not that Hokage would’ve minded much—and anyone could come in. And they both had jobs to do.

So, slowly, very slowly, they got dressed—but admittedly, there was a lot of touching in between, and kissing, which would’ve continued if Sakura hadn’t stopped him. “Tonight,” she’d said, her hand wrapped around his length. Kakashi’s eyes held promise, but they also held the intention to bend her over and fuck her against the table. However, before he could fulfil that intention, they were both dressed, even though they looked, and smelled, of sex.

“That was fun,” Kakashi said, grinning as he pulled her in his arms. “We should definitely do it on the table next time.”

“Pervert,” she answered tiredly, slapping his chest. Then, like any reasonable—but at the same time, stupid—medic-nin, Sakura remembered something important. “We didn’t use protection.”

“Well,” Kakashi said, after a long moment of silence. “I just hope that if we have kids, they don’t end up as bossy as you are.”

“Kakashi!” she snapped, hitting his chest with her hand. “Do you want to sleep on the couch again?”

His chuckle was dark, and he bent down to nip at her earlobe. “Mm, love. If I’m taking the couch, I’m dragging you down with me. And there won’t be any sleep,” he promised.

Sakura sighed. Incorrigible. “I think…I can live with that.”