Here's my new story!
I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, and if it did, you bet things would be a looooooot different. ;D
Sakura fiddled with the neck of her beer, chancing a glance up at the snickering blonde in front of her.
The Hokage.
He was a little intoxicated.
Well, why not?
The kids were on missions, and work had dwindled a bit.
So, some of the old group, and most of the older Sensei's, had decided to venture out into one of the bars.
Sakura turned her focus to Kakashi, who was now talking to a random civilian woman at the bar, laughing at something.
She could tell though...she could tell that he was scouting. She noticed how his eyes trailed over the figure of the woman when she wasn't looking.
Pervert.
But, why not? She seemed interested.
Sighing, she looked back across the booth at Naruto, who was chuckling at something Choji said, his fox like grin taking over his features.
Hinata wasn't there, she had opted to stay home with Himawari.
Bolt and Sarada were on a week long mission themselves, leaving Sakura completely open to do whatever in that time span.
And of course Sasuke was not in the village.
Closing her eyes in pain, Sakura suddenly felt a shove at her shin, and she looked up quickly into the eyes of her former teammate.
Oh Gods.
He was giving her that look.
The heated, intense look he kept throwing her way everytime she saw him now.
Swallowing her shot of sake, she got up from the table, and brushed off her skirt, turning to go into the one stall woman's bathroom.
Sighing soundly, she stood in front of the mirror, looking herself over.
God, when had she aged to her thirties? When had she gotten married and had a child? She felt like her life had slipped away before she realized what was happening.
Sarada.
That was the one thing she wouldn't change for the entire world. Her child was everything to her, even if the child's father in question was almost never in the picture.
In the midst of her thoughts, she heard the door open, then shut, the lock latching in place, the music from the bar beating hard against the walls of the bathroom, almost matching the rhythm her heart was going.
Naruto.
In the mirror, their eyes met, and she felt herself be pulled into those intense blue eyes, narrowed into slits at her obvious unhappiness.
"Sakura." He called out huskily, cheeks flushed, his Hokage robes discarded at the table, leaving him in his orange outfit.
Swallowing, Sakura felt her legs tremble.
It had been this way for a month now. There was strange tension between the two of them that had reared its head after a heated meeting in Naruto's office about their children.
Bolt had been calling Sarada ugly names, and Sarada had been beating Bolt's head in for it. Naruto, true to form, had no censor, so he told Sakura exactly what he thought about it.
Due to being on the receiving end of Sarada's mothers tantrums himself. He knew all too well how painful they could be.
Sakura had scolded Naruto for allowing his son to speak to a girl in that way. And that...well, that pissed Naruto off.
Not only that, but he had a lot of other stressors that could contribute to the horrendous fight that they had gotten into.
But, said fight was smothered in something Sakura couldn't name, and was honestly too afraid to.
Being around Naruto from that point onward set her skin alight with an unknown flame that she had never felt before. His scent made her senses swim with longing, and lust.
Oh God.
What was happening to her?
A growl brought her out of her thoughts, and she glanced up, watching as Naruto made his way to her, fox like eyes setting their sights on the target.
Her.
Reaching out, he grabbed her bicep and pulled her against his chest.
No time was wasted as hands fiddled with each others lower garments, pants hitting the floor, Sakura's skirt following suite. Naruto grabbed her underwear and ripped them downwards, watching them pool around her ankles.
Sakura huffed as he gripped the underside of her ass, and hoisted her up, slamming her against the adjacent wall, lips and teeth attacking her neck, mouth uttering filthy words that would make even Kakashi blush.
Maybe.
Sakura was lost in the heat that he placed upon her.
Naruto sank his teeth into her pulse point, and gripped his dick, aligning it with her wet entrance, shoving forward, burrowing home within her.
The two of them groaned, the walls reverberating with the loud beat of the music.
And that's how they fucked. And man, were they fucking.
There was nothing gentle about the way Naruto grabbed her hair, exposing her pale flesh to him, his canines finding solace in her silky skin, ripping a low moan from her throat.
Sakura wound her legs around his hips, pushing her womanhood against his thrusting manhood, her loud moans drowned out because of the song.
It was brutal...what he was doing to her.
But Gods, she didn't care.
She needed this.
Sakura threw her head back, gasping sharply at the angle his hips were moving, the little knot of pleasure unfurling, promising a strong orgasm.
She needed more of him though, she wanted him deeper.
Arching her back smoothly, Sakura shoved at his shoulders, falling to her feet, watching as his face went from rapture to confusion.
Sakura stepped over to the sink and bent over, exposing her wet womanhood to him, the juices gliding down her inner labia, making the pink haired Kuniochi bite her lip.
"N-Naruto. Take me like this. Please." She almost begged, wiggling her hips in circles until she felt strong fingers clutch her hips and his cock push its way inside of her, all the way to where his balls were slapping against her clit.
Sakura squeaked from the sensation, never feeling this turned on before.
She needed to come. She desperately needed to come.
The music was louder now, pulsing in rhythm to her and Naruto's fucking, harsh panting reaching across the bathroom, the two of them sweating, watching the other in the mirror.
Sakura was so close she had to grit her teeth in order to stay standing. Naruto himself was breathing heavily, his hips slanting against hers so strongly, Sakura could feel her breasts bounce beneath her dress.
Suddenly, Sakura felt a hand weave itself into her hair, gripping it tightly, forcing her head back, the ends of the strands screaming, making her breath rush out in heavy pants.
Naruto bit her neck, his nose scraping against her ear lobe, blue eyes watching her intently in the mirror.
"Come for me, Sakura." He commanded, sinking his teeth into her flesh again.
And she did, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her lower abdominal muscles clenched so hard, she thought she'd fall to her knees from the intensity.
A growl could be heard behind her, and she felt his hips slant in a sloppy rhythm, signaling he was coming to.
They both bucked together, fingers tensing, jabbing harshly into the flesh they could find.
Then, the song abruptly ended.
Naruto released her after a few seconds, and Sakura fell forwards, his seed dripping down her thighs, legs trembling.
Oh fuck.
Silence.
Sakura herself gripped her underwear and pulled them up quickly, shaking so hard, she thought she'd topple over.
After fixing her hair, she quickly made her way to the door, but a hand halted her, the blond haired man dragging her against him, blue eyes searching, shooting unanswered questions at her, cheeks tinged red due to the alcohol he had consumed.
Green eyes searched blue. But, neither of them said anything.
There was nothing to be said.
What had just happened was horrible.
Terrible.
Their spouses didn't deserve it, that was for sure.
Sakura felt tears building, much to the dismay of the young Hokage, who sighed and let her go, watching her scramble out of the bathroom.
Sakura noticed all her friends on the dance floor, Sai and Ino dirty dancing to a particularly vulgar song that had just started playing. Kakashi was still conversing with the civilian woman at the bar, the two of them a little closer now, the tension palpable between the two, the woman's hands on his bicep. Sakura didn't notice too many others before she was grabbing her sweater and bolting out the door, throwing some money on the table.
She needed to get the hell out of there.
Arriving at her house, she went directly to her room and flung off her clothing, dragging a hand through her hair, smelling Naruto all over her.
Whimpering, she stripped all the way down, hearing the squelching between her thighs, knowing his seed was still there, branding her with the sin she had just committed.
Rushing towards the shower, she turned on the hot tap and stood there for a few seconds, for as long as she could bare.
Wincing at the now scolding temperature, feeling no better, Sakura reached for the cold water and turned it on, adjusting the two taps to a comfortable setting before grabbing the bar of lavender soap, and suddsing her skin, rubbing away the nights events, wanting to forget them altogether.
Why had that happened?
Well, the alcohol was a good factor. No, Sakura wasn't drunk, but she had a good buzz going. And Naruto, well, he was right there with her. And the heat in the bathroom had just caused a stir in both of them apparently, especially due to that fierce fight the two of them had shared.
Sakura couldn't help the thoughts that surfaced. She couldn't help but think about his big hands running up her thighs, his hot mouth latching onto her neck, or his thick manhood parting her lower lips to wedge inside of her.
At that thought, she felt her own womanhood pulse, and she cursed herself, shaking her head free of those poisonous thoughts.
That could never happen again.
They were married, and had children.
Sniffling, Sakura cupped her hand and gathered some water, parting her legs, washing off the leftover semen, feeling tears pool in her eyes, shame coursing through her.
Oh God.
Oh God.
The rest of the night, Sakura was restless, completely exhausted she sat up and wiped the tears that were pooling out of her eyes.
She needed to speak to someone.
And who better than talk to the person that never slept?
It was 8 a.m. when Sakura knocked on his door, looking around to see if anyone was in the vicinity.
No answer.
Sakura knocked again, wondering if maybe he was asleep?
No answer.
Once more she knocked again and then she heard swearing on the other side of the wooden door.
"Just hang the hell on. Damn it." He swore, unlatching the lock and swinging the door open, glaring at the early intruder.
"What?" He snapped, onyx eyes suddenly softening when they saw her.
Oh God.
He was shirtless!
"K-Kakashi-Sensei!" Sakura blushed, turning her back to him.
"Well, what did you expect? I just woke up...and my night, well, it didn't consist of much clothing." He said, humor in his voice.
Sakura blushed even harder at that comment, turning back around but keeping a hand over her eyes.
"I-Is she still here?" She questioned him.
"Nah. Left early. Want to come in?"
Sakura nodded, but still kept her eyes averted, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Kakashi smirked, and pulled her inside, walking back to his room and shrugging a black tank top on, yawning.
Sakura sat down on the couch, fiddling with the hem of her dress, watching as Kakashi put on a pot of tea.
"So. What's going on, Sakura?" He asked her, stepping into the living room, sitting in the chair across from hers.
Sakura squeaked, lost in her thoughts, a particular vulgar image popping up from last nights events.
"O-Oh, I-I, u-um, well, that is..."
Kakashi raised a brow at her nervous bumbling.
"Sakura? What is it?" He pushed lightly, "You can tell m-"
"Naruto and I fucked at the bar last night!" She shrieked, clapping a hand over her mouth, watching as his eyes widened considerably.
Oh boy.
"Well. I wasn't expecting that." Kakashi responded, rubbing the back of his neck.
Sakura bit her lip, still clutching her dress forcefully.
"In the bathroom, I take it?" He questioned, and Sakura nodded.
Silence.
"I'm a horrible person." She whimpered, pushing her face into her palms, letting out a loose sob, shoulders shaking.
Kakashi looked at her sadly and stood up, sitting beside her on the couch now, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Come now, Sakura. You were both intoxicated, and accidents happen. The bar kind of got to everyone last night, let me tell you. Ino and Sai were practically fucking on the dance floor. Even Yamato went home with a woman! I may have accidentally caught him and his one night stand fooling around outside the bar before they finally decided to leave."
Sakura sniffled and gave him a little smile at that.
"I-Is it rare for you to go home with a woman from the bar?" She asked him, knowing the question was very personal.
"Eh. Depends on the woman. I try not to, I've had some pretty horrific experiences before. Last night was so so. She was kind of boring."
Sakura smirked.
Silence.
"Well, about a month ago, me and Naruto got into a very bad verbal disagreement regarding our children. Bolt seems to pick on Sarada a lot, and Sarada likes to handle their disagreements with her fists instead of her words. And I think we both were having a bad day, and things...just kind of escalated. I've never seen Naruto so furious, he got in my face, and I pushed him. It ended to where I was backed into a wall, and we were both so...winded...and the room just filled with this odd tension that was never there before." Sakura finished, running a hand through her pink hair.
Kakashi listened, trying to find the right words to comfort her.
Maybe she needed the truth.
Yeah. That would help.
Or, probably make her even more depressed. Either way, she needed the truth.
"Sakura. I want you to listen to me. Okay?" He told her, patting her head.
The female looked down and nodded, looking so much like the student that he taught so many years before.
"You and Naruto have a special bond. I used to think it was just a friendly bond, like a sibling bond. However, after your experiences with the infinite tsukuyomi, I began noticing something...different."
Sakura glanced up.
"The two of you bounced around the tension, but there were some nights where you both would argue, and Yamato and I would just look at each other and quietly move away from you two, just waiting to wake up to the two of you getting intimate."
Sakura gasped and blushed, hiding her face.
"Now. That carried on a for awhile, well into the war. Then when the war was over, and you shoved Hinata and him together, I just figured the tension would taper off. But, it never did. It just laid dormant until the two of you shoved it back forwards."
Sakura knew it was true.
Damn it.
"Sakura. I've seen with my own eyes the way Naruto looks at you. Even while he's married. I've seen the angry expressions he gets when Sarada talks to you about Sasuke. His passion for you hasn't left him, and I think that frightens him, the same way it frightens you."
Sakura bit her lip and nodded.
"It's all my fault, Sensei. I shoved him towards Hinata, because he deserved a woman that would love him for his good side and for his faults. All I've ever done is talk down to him it seems. Or nag him. Why would he feel anything but anger for me?"
Kakashi smirked.
"Because you don't take his nonsense, Sakura. And I thought you and I established that Naruto is nothing short of a masochist."
Sakura snickered at that.
True.
Then, the guilt rushed back.
"B-But, last night. It could wreck both of our marriages, Kakashi-Sensei. Sasuke would be furious if he found out. And Hinata...Oh Kami, she'd never forgive me." Sakura finished, feeling the tears overlap her eyes once again.
Kakashi sighed and sat back, rubbing his thighs, mulling over his thoughts.
"Well, Sakura. You don't have to tell anybody. And you know I would never say anything to break your trust."
Sakura nodded slowly, sniffling.
Silence.
Kakashi looked at the Uchiha symbol on his previous students back and he narrowed his eyes at it, a question popping up in his head.
"Sakura? May I ask you something?"
The pink haired woman turned towards him, nodding softly.
"Did you enjoy it?" He asked raising an a silver brow at her reddened expression, wanting to smirk, but deciding not to.
"Um, er. That is...I, I can't answer that, Sensei." She finished, closing her eyes due to embarrassment.
Hm.
He really wanted to know.
Maybe he could bribe her?
"Tell you what. You answer that question, and I'll take off my mask." He promised, making a peace sign with his fingers, doing his infamous eye smile.
Sakura looked dumbfounded at him, glaring slightly.
T-That...jerk! He knew she would talk if that was at stake.
"Okay. I will. But you have to take the mask off first." She said, crossing her arms.
Kakashi just shrugged, reached up and pulled the mask off, watching shock cross the younger woman's face.
Sakura paled considerably, feeling a little light headed.
She knew it...
She knew it!
"I win!" She yelled, jumping up and fist bumping the air, squealing like a little school girl.
Kakashi watched in humor.
"You win?" He asked, chuckling a little bit.
"Yes! Years ago, Sasuke, Naruto and I had a bet going to what you looked like under your mask! Sasuke thought you had tiny lips, Naruto thought you had fish lips, and I assumed you were decent looking. They both thought I was nuts, cause why would a good looking man hide his facial features? And I was RIGHT!" She yelled again, doing a little happy dance now.
Kakashi just smiled, shaking his head at her childlike display of winning.
Sakura laughed and sat back down, looking at him again.
"Jeez Sensei, you really are handsome. Oh my gosh!" She squealed again, leaning towards him, eyes on his chin.
"You have a beauty mark!" She laughed, falling back against the sofa cushions.
Kakashi rolled his eyes at that, grabbing his mask, but Sakura's hand stopped him from pulling it up.
"No! I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make you self conscious. Sorry. Sorry. It's nice, it's cute, attractive."
"Yes. Just what a ninja wishes to be." He sarcastically answered.
Sakura snickered at that.
"Is that why you hide your face?" She questioned him, honestly bewildered at his reasoning now.
"Hmph. When I was a kid, everyone would always talk about how cute I was. Women would pinch my cheeks, and if they saw that mole, that was it. They would just fawn over me. And...I decided to wear a mask from then on."
"Surely your boyish features went away after awhile. I mean...why did you decide to continue to wear it?" Sakura asked.
Kakashi waved a hand, rubbing his eyebrow.
"Sakura. I'm no stranger to fangirls, believe me. They're bothersome. And distracting."
The Kuniochi looked down at that statement, a little embarrassed.
Kakashi noticed.
"Hey. That was a long time ago, you've changed drastically since then. You are definitely no longer that 'fan girl,' Sakura." He smiled, patting her hair again, giving her a crinkly eye smile.
She smiled at him.
"Now! I did what you asked of me, it's your turn." He smirked.
Sakura nodded, sighing, leaning back against the cushions, looking out the window into the cloudy sky.
"I did enjoy it, yes." She murmured, shame rising within her at that omission.
The older ninja just stared at her, knowing the answer from the get go, but wanting to hear it so he could give her the proper advice.
Sakura herself stood up, all joking aside, and stood by his window, watching the rain clouds roll in.
Her fingers were trembling, her lips as well.
She was so stupid.
So fucking stupid.
"I should have married him." She murmured, feeling the tears fall out of her eyes now, remembering back to the day she watched him marry Hinata.
She had shoved the feeling back, down...down...down. But, was fully aware that it burned to see them kiss each other at that altar.
To watch him be taken from her in one fell swoop.
Kakashi watched his ex-student sadly, he hadn't seen her breakdown in a very long time, and he had hoped to never see it again. He didn't like to see others cry.
Especially not those he considered his family.
"Sakura." He started, getting up, wrapping his arms around her shaking form, her tears wetting the front of his tank top.
Kakashi closed his eyes, patting her hair, listening to her wrenching sobs fill his room.
Naruto himself groggily sat up in his bed, rubbing his forehead, grunting at the headache that shot across his temples.
He had gotten drunk last night.
Last night.
Fuck.
That wasn't supposed to happen, it wasn't...wasn't...but it did.
Naruto knew exactly when the buried tension had resurfaced, and that was when he and Sakura had gotten into the altercation about Bolt and Sarada.
And...from then, the both of them felt a sort of electricity take hold of them, never letting them go, or ebbing, but growing greater and greater everytime they saw each other.
And last night...when he saw how sad she was because of that...teme...Naruto had nudged her under the table, getting her attention, making her flustered due to how he was looking at her.
He couldn't help but stare at her...
Sakura was beautiful, any man with eyes could see it. Could drown in those emerald eyes of hers.
Shaking his head clear of last nights events, of her face when she climaxed, of how she felt wrapped around him...of the noises she made.
Gritting his teeth, he felt a stirring in his lower extrimety.
Damn it all.
Ignoring the rush of hormones, Naruto looked to the left side of him, noticing the vacant side of the bed.
Hinata must have gone out with Himawari.
Was she frustrated that he had come home drunk?
Should he tell her? Could he just...not tell her? And live with the guilt?
Hinata didn't deserve to be lied to. Nor did she deserve to be cheated on. But, would it do to throw everything off balance over a drunken mistake?
Naruto wasn't sure.
Damn it all.
Sakura had managed to pull herself together, Kakashi releasing her, silence enveloping them.
"Sensei? What am I going to do?" She asked him, her voice coming out squeaky, so much so, that it threw him back to her genin days.
Kakashi shook his head at those happy yet sad memories, and rubbed his chin.
"Well. There are several options here, Sakura." He started, pulling his best 'most understanding' voice.
She looked at him, waiting on his advice.
"One: You could just keep this to yourself. It happened on a drunken whim, and I'm fairly sure the bar back was spiking our drinks anyway. Everybody's drinks." He chuckled, but it didn't earn anything from her.
Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Two: You could talk to Naruto about what happened, and you both could discern where to go from there."
Sakura nodded, listening still.
"Three: You could tell Hinata yourself, and Sasuke as well, and...see what happens? But honestly, I would stray from that path, if Hinata is going to hear it, it needs to come from Naruto."
Sakura closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around her shoulders.
"W-Well. I guess, talking to Naruto, and asking his opinion would be the best, responsible course of action. Ignoring what happened is...unhealthy, and leaves more tension."
Kakashi agreed.
"Good choice. Now...if you get a move on, Naruto will be the only one in his office in ten minutes. I would suggest to do it somewhere public, but also private. Not anywhere near your house. Or that bar." He said, smirking, wincing lightly when she hit his arm.
"Thank you, Kakashi-sensei." She said, hugging him lightly, and leaving.
Kakashi waved goodbye as she shut the door, and slumped on the couch when she left.
Oh man. He had a feeling this whole scenario was going to get a lot more interesting.
Tell me what you think. I hope you enjoyed!
-H.