Swapped
The Clan & the Couch
"Hatake…?" Naruto repeated. "But…that's Kakashi-sensei's name…"
Kakashi's fingers were wrapped around her ankle in a death grip. She was pleased to note that his strength was not affected by his liquor consumption, at least. My eyesight is still going strong, too, he assured her, his gaze zeroing in on the small red mark that was poking out from behind her neckline. She shifted her shirt surreptitiously until it wasn't visible.
Not that it really mattered anymore, since all the men around her had their stares set on her blushing face. Well, all except Sai, who was innocently swirling the contents of the bottle around. She frowned and took it from his hands, downing it herself. If she had to have this conversation, she was going to be as drunk as the rest of them.
"Right, well, I already know about your sordid affair, so I'm heading out." Yamato said with a tired sigh as he dragged himself slowly off the grass. "Good luck, senpai, Sakura." And then he was gone, leaving them alone with the three most oblivious shinobi in Konoha.
"…sordid affair?" Naruto echoed as he stared at Kakashi with narrowed eyes, deep in thought. "Wait, so…Sakura-chan can help you rebuild your clan? Can she help me rebuild mine?" Naruto asked, rubbing at his chin as he considered it.
Didn't you ever teach Naruto about the birds and the bees? Kakashi wondered.
Absolutely not, that's your domain, sensei, she thought back angrily. When she craned her neck in Sai's lap to glare at him, she only found herself looking at his heavy-lidded eye and bright red cheeks while he grinned happily down at her from under his mask. He was lucky he was so cute; as vexing as it was, she was utterly charmed by him.
"No, I will not help you rebuild your clan, Naruto," Sakura said, trying to hold back her anger but failing spectacularly.
"Awwww, Sakura-chan…" He whined with a pout. "How come you'll help Kakashi-sensei, but not me?"
"Yeah, how come, Sakura-chan?" Kakashi teased, his tight grip loosening into a feather-light touch as he ran his fingers along the insides of her legs. She twitched her feet violently, kicking his hand away. He smirked at her and waited a few seconds before going straight back to it.
"For the record, I am not rebuilding anyone's clan," she huffed, glaring up at Sai as he smiled down at her carelessly.
"Except for the Hatake," he said happily.
"No, not except for the Hatake. I am not rebuilding the Hatake clan, the Uzumaki clan, the Uchiha clan, or any other clan," she said adamantly, feeling her face flush with anger. Hot¸ Kakashi thought. She kicked him again.
"Why is the Uchiha being dragged into this?" Sasuke grumbled unhappily.
"That seems a little selfish," Sai said with another thoughtful pout. "Kakashi-sensei, are you okay with that?"
"Fine by me," he said with a shrug as his fingers travelled up her leg slowly. I think the process is more fun than the result, anyway, he added silently. She would have ignored him easily enough if it weren't for those climbing fingers tickling the sensitive skin on the inside of her knee; that touch combined with the memory of kissing his way up her legs until he reached the junction between her thighs had her shivering lightly under his fingers.
She pulled her legs from his lap and sat up straight with a frustrated huff. Now she was annoyed and turned on, and neither of those things was making for a pleasant mood.
"So is it like some kind of medical ninjutsu? I don't really understand…" Naruto asked, frowning at her. Sasuke rolled his eyes skyward.
"They're having sex, dobe," he blurted out, scowling back at Naruto and looking deeply annoyed with the entire conversation. Still, annoyed as he was, he didn't remove himself from where he was slumped over against Naruto's shoulder. "Kakashi and Sakura are sleeping together." Why did he have to say it twice?
Could be worse, Kakashi thought, he could have said it once for each time we've slept together. Sakura was pretty sure her boys couldn't count that high.
"Like…with each other?" Naruto asked, his face twisting in concern. This was not going well.
I think I'll let you handle this one, Kakashi thought before he stood and shot up a two-fingered salute.
Don't you dare leave me to deal with this—he was gone. She growled to herself. Typical; it was so typical, and absolutely infuriating, and gods, she was so turned on.
"Sakura-chan…" Naruto said, pouting at her with wide eyes. She sighed in surrender. This is what her night had come to. "Sasuke's wrong, right?" Sasuke scoffed in derision and Sakura pinned him with a fierce glare. He continued to scowl, but he avoided meeting her eyes.
"Ah—not quite," she admitted sheepishly. "Kakashi and I have been…seeing each other."
"Well, yeah, we all see each other," Naruto said, rolling his eyes.
"That's not what she means, dobe," Sasuke said with an exhausted groan.
"Shut up, teme! What do you know, anyway?"
"More than you, obviously," Sasuke said, finally leaning off of Naruto's shoulder and turning to face him. "I was back one day and I noticed immediately. You've been back for weeks, and you had no idea."
"How did you find out, anyway?" Naruto asked suspiciously. Sakura sent Sasuke a warning glance but all the doujutsu in the world couldn't help him see through his drunk goggles.
"I saw Kakashi stick his hand up Sakura's skirt."
Kakashi wondered how long it would take for Naruto to give up and leave. In hindsight, he probably should have avoided going to Sakura's apartment after the most volatile ninja in Konoha found out he had been intimate with her. But he had hoped Sakura would keep things under control and then she would come home and they would be able to get intimate all over again.
He got the impression Sakura had let Naruto lose control as punishment for abandoning her.
You're damn right, came her thought from the other side of the front door while she "attempted" to calm Naruto down.
"Naruto, really, it's okay," she said lazily. He knew for a fact she was inspecting her nail beds. I hope you get a hangnail, he thought.
"It's not okay!" Naruto cried. "How can this be okay?!" Sakura sighed loudly enough he could hear her through the door. "Kakashi-sensei is so old…" Naruto whined. Kakashi balked from his side of the door. He was not thatold.
Whatever you say, Kakashi-sensei, Sakura thought snidely. Naruto paused in his lamenting for a moment before fixing her with a mischievous grin.
"Wait, wait, wait—have you seen his face?" He tittered in delight while Sasuke slowly leaned back against him.
"Yes, of course," she said, rolling her eyes and pretending to be above it all, even though she was feeling spitefully accomplished.
"And…?" Naruto prompted.
"And…it's what's on the inside that counts," she said with a haughty huff. Sasuke snorted. Kakashi rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, right. That just means he's ugly," Sasuke said.
"He is not ugly!" Sakura cried, feeling more offended for herself than Kakashi. That was her own fault for trying to be adult about it all, he thought. She should have goaded and lauded it over their heads to her heart's content. Now he was going to be their ugly, old sensei for the rest of his life.
"You're just saying that because you don't want to be dating an ugly, old man." Kakashi could hear the pout in Naruto's voice.
"Kakashi-sensei is not ugly," Sai, the unfortunate voice of reason, spoke up.
"How do you know?" Sakura asked.
"It's a reasonable deduction. You can clearly see the shape of his face under the mask. I have some sketches if you'd like them," Sai offered. Panic shot through Kakashi as Naruto and Sasuke began mumbling their affirmations.
"Wait! I need more answers from Sakura-chan about why she and Kakashi-sensei have been having sex!" Naruto shouted. Through Sakura's eyes, Kakashi watched as she clapped her hand hard over his wide-open mouth, muffling whatever else he tried to announce to the street.
"Shut. Up. Naruto," she whispered fiercely, staring him down until he relaxed beneath her hand clamped tightly over his lips. She dropped her arms slowly to her sides, watching him carefully. After a beat of silence he bolted for the door again.
"I'm gonna kill 'im!"
"Naruto," Sakura heaved out in exasperation, "I love Kakashi. And…he loves me," she said, feeling her cheeks heat under their scrutiny.
"But I love you, too, Sakura-chan!" Naruto wailed in protest.
"And I love you, just not—"
"JUST NOT AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE KAKASHI-SENSEI!" Naruto cried, pointing accusingly at her before moving to bang on the door again. Sakura restrained him.
"The same amount," Sakura insisted, holding him tight as he struggled. Kakashi was not ashamed to admit it was a nice sight to behold. "I love you all equally, just…in different ways," Sakura explained, her voice straining as Naruto's efforts to escape grew more zealous. Suddenly he stopped, going limp in her arms. Sasuke simply stood by and swished around whatever little bit of clear liquid sat at the bottom of their shared bottle.
"Different, how?" He asked suspiciously.
"Like how Sasuke loves you," Sai offered with a pleasant smile. Sasuke sprayed that last sip of liquor all over Naruto and Sakura's faces.
"Oh, gods…" Sakura moaned in defeat as Naruto started yelling at Sai, and Sasuke started yelling at Naruto, and Sai simply watched in silent confusion.
"As if I would love an idiot like Naruto!" Sasuke shouted, waving around the empty bottle.
"What do you know, anyway?!" Naruto demanded from Sai.
"Haven't you been in love with Sasuke since you were a boy?" Sai asked with acute cluelessness. Kakashi was watching with immense glee from the safety of the booby-trapped apartment. Naruto and Sasuke spluttered together, both of them turning on Sai together.
"I—no way! I was just dating Hinata!"
"But you broke up."
"So what?!"
"You and Hinata broke up?" Sasuke asked, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Well…yeah, kinda," Naruto grumbled with pink cheeks and an awkward scratch at the back of his neck. "Didn't we come to give Kakashi-sensei hell for touching Sakura under her skirt?" Kakashi scoffed; where was the army to defend his honour? She had touched him plenty, too.
You don't have any honour left to defend, Kakashi, Sakura teased.
"Calm down, dickless. This has been going on for ages," Sai said happily.
"What do you mean ages?" Naruto demanded.
"Yeah, what do you mean?" Sakura asked, equally interested.
"Well, I've known since Kakashi-sensei asked me for that—"
Whoops, that's enough of that, Kakashi thought before he opened the door and reached out to grab Sakura by the collar of her shirt, dragging her inside and slamming the door behind her.
"Hey!" She cried indignantly. "Before you asked for what, Kakashi?" Sakura asked, eyes narrowed and highly suspicious. Kakashi stared down at her blankly, considering his options. He wondered how long they could stand in silence until she gave up. The three stooges outside gave up on their pawing and mewling at the door long before she stood down.
"Did you enjoy your reunion with Team Seven?" He asked with a wide smile and a prayer. He boldly reached out for her hips, pleased, and relieved for his wellbeing when she allowed him to hold her in his hands and pull her a little closer to him. Her cheeks were a little pink, but he wasn't sure if it was from anger, embarrassment or the alcohol. Probably all three, she thought.
"You're going to tell me about what you asked Sai for," she told him.
"You told them you love me," he said instead. Her cheeks flushed a little deeper.
"And that you love me," she replied, a sexy little smirk playing at her lips. He had heard it, but that hadn't been surprising to him; he knew full well how he felt about her. You know I love you, she thought with a little roll of her eyes. He did, but hearing her tell other people had somehow made it feel very real. Now that someone else knew, there was proof that he hadn't just made it up in his mind. You're ridiculous, she thought as she pulled his mask down and rested her palm against his cheek.
He held her gaze for a moment longer, drinking in her flushed cheeks and bright eyes, and those sweetly parted lips before he couldn't resist their allure any longer, and leaned down to capture them between his. The taste and smell of that horrible liquor they had all been drinking sat heavily on her tongue, but underneath it he could still sense that sweet freshness that was innately Sakura. She sighed against his lips, falling into him fully, her body moulded to his as she kissed him languidly.
"You know, Sai was right about one thing," he said, immediately hating himself for saying it. She stepped away from him, taking her warmth with her, and looked up at him in surprise. "About my clan," he continued, laughing when her face twisted into an offended scowl.
"I'm not a baby factory, Kakashi," she said in anger, surprised and mortified that he had even brought it up.
"I know that," he said with another light laugh, "but I'm not so sure the elders will see it that way." He backed them up slowly until the back of his knees hit that purple couch and he plopped into it softly, dragging her with him to sit sideways across his lap.
"It's none of their business," she grumbled unhappily, her lip jutting out in an adorable pout. He couldn't stop himself from kissing it lightly. When he pulled away, she was pouting for a very different reason. He just wanted her to go into this with her eyes open; it was absolutely none of their business, and he had never even considered the prospect of having children before, but with the village rapidly becoming aware that they were involved, it was an inevitable question that would be raised.
He could feel the irritation seated in her, the evidence of it manifesting in her tensed shoulders and puckered brow as she exhaled sharply. Her mind flashed with an image of Tsunade staring her down in her office, but he couldn't tell what she was saying, only that whatever it was had made Sakura deeply annoyed. Tsunade had laughed but Sakura had stormed out of the Hokage office without another word.
"Care to share with the class?" He asked. Her puckered brow furrowed further.
"Do you? What did you ask Sai for?"
"I asked you first."
"First of all, are you six? And second of all, no you didn't," she said, rolling her eyes at him, even as her hand dipped into the hair as the back of his head to tug gently at the roots. "Besides, you still owe me a secret," she said with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
"And this is what you want to use it on?" He asked doubtfully. "Maybe I should use mine on whatever it was the Tsunade-sama said to you," he suggested, watching in satisfaction as she blushed from her forehead down to the deep-v of her top.
"That's not very original of you, Kakashi," she said with a little sniff. Her false discontent was quickly wiped away by the feeling of his hand on her thigh and his lips at her neck. He hummed vaguely against her skin, showcasing how very little he cared about being original.
They were both still pleasantly tipsy, and she was pleasantly in his lap, and he was getting unpleasantly frustrated that she wasn't allowing this to go in the direction it clearly was meant to. She breathed out a laugh at that, tilting her head back and sighing as he suckled gently at her soft skin. She lightly grazed her nails against his scalp, making his dick twitch in his pants and a shudder roll through him.
With a small growl into her neck, he sunk his teeth into her teasingly, nipping and sucking at her delicate skin until she mewled softly in his ear. Finally, things were going the way he'd intended them to. Insatiable, she thought unfairly, considering he could unmistakably tell that she was feeling quite the same, judging by the scent of her arousal pooling between her thighs. Her cheeks always went the prettiest pink whenever he noted her smell. He smirked as she contented moan turned into one of indignant protest.
It's weird, she thought, wiggling in his lap, and doing absolutely nothing to lessen her arousal or his. He sank lower into the couch and under her.
It's sexy, he countered before rolling his hips up against her to prove his point. She seemed willing to concede just this once, no doubt aided by his hand that had ceased in squeezing her thigh to sliding slowly between her legs. She wiggled against him again, her soft ass pressing down against his hardening erection and eliciting another groan from him.
"Wait," she said, just as his hand was far enough up her skirt to feel the heat radiating off her core. He pulled his lips from her neck—from the deep red mark he'd left behind—to quirk an eyebrow up at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips parted around shallow breaths, but her eyes were narrowed in suspicion. "You're trying awfully hard to get me to drop this," she pointed out.
He blinked at her in confusion before it dawned on him that she was back on the sketches.
"Sketches," she said, pointing her finger at him in accusation. "Sketches…you got that sketch from Sai!" She cried, looking thoroughly betrayed and adorably embarrassed, especially as she tried to get up off his lap and he held her there tightly. She glared at him as if she didn't have all the power in the world to break his hold. He had the good sense to bite back his smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said adamantly, even though he'd completely ousted himself not thirty seconds ago.
"You just admitted it again," she said dryly. He dipped his head down to press a chaste kiss to the crook of her neck. One would think he would be better at this mind-reading thing by now, but still, he always let too much slip when she was around. She just made him feel too at ease; he always forgot to be on his guard. "Quit being so sweet!" She complained, pouting at him in anger.
She scowled at him for a moment longer before rolling her eyes with an exasperated huff and pressing her lips against his in a hard kiss. He grunted in surprise under the force of it, but he couldn't stop himself from grinning under her lips. Stop that, I'm mad at you, she scolded, slanting her mouth against his and kissing him deeper.
My deepest apologies, he returned while simultaneously slipping his tongue between her lips. She was reluctant to accept his apology, thinking it was insincere—which it was—but he felt like he was gaining the edge as he sucked lightly at her tongue and she moaned quietly into his mouth.
And then she was shoving him back with more force than necessary, making his head snap against the back of the couch, hard enough that he saw stars. He blinked at her dazedly.
"Do not distract me," she said with another threatening point of her finger, looking stern even as her other hand tenderly stroked the back of his head in what he determined was a warranted apology. Her scowl softened slightly, but her eyes still bore into him. "The sketches. Sketches, plural." Ah, shit.
"Slip of the tongue."
"Yuhi also mentioned drawings," she said, the hand in his hair tightening in a way that had his head tilting back and his dick at full attention. Really, she thought, pausing for a moment. He couldn't help that she was powerful and sexy, and that he had impeccable taste. If she didn't want him to be turned on then she shouldn't have had that round ass of hers sat on his crotch. She shook her head in defeat, but kept his hair firmly in her grasp.
"Where are they?" She asked quietly as she tugged his head just a little bit harder. He smirked at her.
"Getting a little bold, aren't you, Sakura-chan?" He asked, letting his voice drop low to watch as the rumble of it had her shivering on top of him. She shifted on his lap until her skirt was rendered useless, completely ridden up over her ass. Her free hand slowly slid down his chest and stomach, her cool fingers softly playing at the sensitive skin above the waistband of his pants.
"Getting a little hard, aren't you, Kakashi?" She whispered, biting into her bottom lip as she leaned over him. He felt the heat in his abdomen erupt and spread through him. "If you tell me where the sketches are, maybe I'll do something about it for you," she teased. Tempted as he was, it wasn't in his nature to surrender so easily.
Shame, she thought before tilting his head back further and sealing her lips at the base of his neck. Slowly, she ran her tongue up the length of it in one thick, long stripe; up his neck, under his jaw and over his chin, where she grazed her teeth over his beauty mark in an open-mouthed kiss, before finally taking his lip between her teeth and tugging it gently. He gasped when she nipped it harshly before letting go.
"Come on, Kashi," she whispered against the shell of his ear, before she took his earlobe between her teeth. He wasn't ashamed of the low growl that crawled out of his throat; she could play his body like no other. Having lived in it, and actually feeling it herself through their mental link—it was an unparalleled experience. "The sooner you tell me," she said, trailing her lips slowly along his jaw line, "the sooner we can enjoy ourselves."
He happened to be enjoying himself plenty, he thought. He had slid one hand snugly between her legs, and the other was splayed over one round ass cheek under her skirt, pushing it up the rest of the way over her bottom. He would have loved to be inside her, feeling her around him, making her cry out for him, but this was definitely nothing to complain about. He picked up that his thoughts had had the desired effect; she moaned lowly into his skin as she rocked her hips subtly, feeling an uncomfortable tension settle between her legs.
"Maybe it's time you gave up," he suggested as he reached the hand buried in her thighs just a hair higher. She hummed against the corner of his mouth, and he felt her smirk.
"Mm, it's almost unbearable," she admitted softly as her hands slid across his body until they sat side-by-side on his chest. I'm so wet, Kakashi, she thought, taking intense pleasure in the way his breathing grew shallow as his throat tightened. Before he could blink, she had spun in his lap, her back pushed firmly against him, the bulge in his pants nestled against the globes of her ass, and his wrists crossed over one another and pinned between their bodies with the aid of her chakra-enhanced grip.
She hooked her legs on either side of his, spread wide as she ran her free hand along her soft, milky thigh. He could feel how sensitive her skin was; how every little touch was sending a shock to her core. As her hand reached the apex of her thighs, she sighed and slumped back against him completely, her head tilting back onto his shoulder. Over her shoulder, he could see her reflection clearly in the mirror mounted on the wall across from them.
He felt his mouth go dry as he fixated on the image of her reflected back to him; the way her legs were spread wide, draped over each of his knees, how her back arched as she played with herself. Fuck, he mentally cursed, involuntarily struggling against her hold. He felt her fingers flex around his wrist in warning. This woman was going to be the end of him.
Soft sighs and hums were tumbling out of her lips and straight into his ear as she turned her face toward him, her hand quickening against her. She lightly rocked her hips, increasing both her pleasure and his. At this rate, he was sure he might just come in his pants once she peaked. It was overwhelming to have her wiggling on top of him, panting in his ear, touching herself, all while he could feel everything she felt. Every flick against that sensitive little pearl, every flex of his hips under her, and the way her skin tingled when he barely brushed his lips against it.
He spread his knees further apart beneath her, watching as her thighs widely parted above him. Her legs twisted around his, ankles tucked behind his calves as she writhed with reinvigorated purpose. He could hear and smell how wet she was, made apparent with every swift movement of her hand against her core. He could feel the way her slick was beginning to drip down her skin, and how her walls were beginning to clench with the impending release.
"I should have known you'd be happy to sit back and watch," she teased between ragged breaths, arching her back and rubbing her ass against him in a motion that had his head falling back as he groaned. He tried to move his hands once more, feeling desperate to do something. When she wouldn't budge, he flexed his hips beneath her a little harder.
"Imagine how much better you'd feel with me inside you, Sakura-chan," he teased right back before grazing his teeth and tongue against the shell of her ear. He smirked when he felt her shudder above him, a broken little moan clawing out of her throat. Never one to concede, she simply met his gaze in their reflection before curling two fingers inside herself, thrusting them steadily as she grinded her pelvis against her hand.
He could feel her legs beginning to twitch where they were wrapped around his. She was getting close; the tension in her body, the quick disjointed movements of her hand, and the heightening pitch of her keening as her back arched taut above him.
"Ahhhh, Kakashi," she moaned sweetly. Fuck it; she could win this one, he decided. He snapped his hips up hard against her, sending her off-balance and surprising her into loosening her grip enough for him to slide his hands out from behind her. He was quick to replace her self-indulgent hand with his own, gripping her thighs hard, forcing them wide as he watched her flushed face in the mirror.
"The books in my apartment," he said against the heated skin of her neck, his voice sounding more like a growl as he pressed his hand to her slick seam. He felt a flash of annoyance spark in her as she thought about the stack of her books he'd stolen and the book he'd suspiciously plucked out of her hands. The thoughts drifted away swiftly once he pressed the pad of his finger against her in quick, hard circles.
"Gods," she gasped, body jolting above him. "You are so annoying," she whined. He smiled and pressed a kiss to her cheek before sliding his free hand under her shirt to play at her pert nipples as his fingers delved inside her. Despite how annoying she found him, she turned her face to press her lips to his in a needy, sloppy kiss as she came undone. He groaned into her mouth as he felt the waves of pleasure roll over her.
"Told you you'd feel better," he said with a smirk, as her breathing evened out and her kisses became less frenzied. He laughed lightly as she grunted in irritation, moving to unravel her legs from his and close them. He snickered against her, holding them open persistently as she whimpered and wiggled around.
He pulled his mouth from hers and moved to kiss along her neck, glancing up to meet her clouded eyes in the mirror. Don't look so smug, she thought bitterly, even as she lifted her shirt over her head. She quirked her eyebrow up at his reflection pointedly until he followed suit, pushing her forward gently so he could lift his own shirt off.
He couldn't help himself from gripping her hips and grinding up into her, with the way she was slightly bent over on top of him. The sweet half-moan, half-laugh she let out told him he had no reason to feel bad about it. Especially not when she shimmied her skirt up until it was fully bunched around her waist and reached down behind her back to palm at his cock through his pants.
She raised her ass up in the air to allow him to shift his pants down, but mostly it just provided him with a most tantalizing view. There he goes, watching and not touching again, she thought as she leaned forward further to tug his pants off herself.
"So impatient," he chided, slapping his hand lightly against her ass and watching it bounce delightfully as she lowered it back down onto him. She peered back at him over her shoulder with a mischievous look before she lifted her hips and took him in her entirely, with one smooth slide. "Shit," he hissed, snapping up into her instinctively. She hummed pleasantly.
"Now who's impatient," she said, smirking at him in the mirror before leaning heavily forward onto his knees and working her hips up and down on him. He was gripping her hips tight, but honestly, he was too lost in the feeling of being so tightly sheathed within her, and the look of her ass clapping down hard against his skin to do much else.
He didn't know where to focus; between the view of her spine working overtime, rocking her hips down onto him, and the view on the mirror, where he could see her head tossed back as she moaned for him, and her breasts hypnotically bouncing, he was spoiled for pleasurable sights. He pulled her down onto him more forcefully, digging deeper inside her and harder against her as her back arched.
The noise that came out of him would have been embarrassing had Sakura not been so encouraging. Every little thing she drew out of him had her clenching down tighter as she fucked him, taking him hard and deep.
"So good," she whimpered, letting her head fall back limply as she continued to bounce on his cock. "Gods, you feel so good," she whined, more desperately this time. She pitched forward a little further, swirling her hips each time she pushed back on him and moaning as he grinded up into her to meet each stroke. Her moans grew throatier, and her pussy clenched on him with spasms as she rocked herself to orgasm.
He nearly followed her right over the edge, barely holding on by the skin of his teeth, groaning as he felt her get impossibly wet around him. She was sat straight up on him, clutching his hands over her hips as the aftershocks of her release trickled through her. He sat up from his slouched position to press a kiss against the back of her shoulder, smiling when she reached back to tangle her fingers in his hair.
"Remind me to refuse you more often," he mumbled against her damp skin.
"I seem to remember you cracking under the pressure," she said with a breathy sigh as she started shifting on top of him again, making him moan lowly into her shoulder as her slick walls massaged him gently. "You seem to be cracking again," she teased, swirling her hips in slow circles, taking great pleasure in the sounds she drew out of him.
"You're so fucking wet, Sakura," he groaned, flexing his hips up into her and shuddering as he felt her slick squelch around him, in combination with how slippery Sakura felt as she shifted and rocked gently on him.
"Do you want more, Kashi?" She asked mischievously. A shiver went through his spine again and he grunted roughly into her skin. He wasn't sure when she'd picked up that nickname for him, but it was making him feel like he was very much hers; like she was staking a claim, and he was all too satisfied with letting her do so. It was hard to feel like he was anything but entirely hers when she was flexing her walls on him in a slow, steady pulse, purposely driving him wild.
"Do you want to fuck me?" She asked, swirling her hips and rising off him just so sit back on it in one swift drop. He could see the thick white cream of her release leaving a trail on his cock with every rise and fall of her perfect ass. Before she'd have to ask him a second time, he gripped her hard and brought her down onto him forcefully.
She let out a sharp, delighted cry at the sensation, happily arching her back for him as he guided her into a brutal pace. Praises were falling from her lips, pushing him closer to that edge he'd been fighting off. He knew it was inevitable and approaching quicker than he'd have liked, but fuck she was too much. He watched in the mirror as she obliged his demanding hands, riding him fast and hard, her own hands cupping and squeezing at her breasts as she did.
He slumped further into the couch before lifting his hips up to meet her in a hard thrust. With a surprised gasp, she pitched forward again to stabilize herself on his knees as he fucked up into her with vigor.
"Oh—oh, yes, Kakashi," she whined, "don't stop, gods, please don't stop," she begged in broken whimpers. He had no intention of stopping, but hearing her so desperate and high on pleasure was deeply revitalizing for his dedication. "Fuck—yes, fuck me!" She cried, her back arching hard and body tensing as she approached climax.
He knew when she came that, this time, he wouldn't be able to resist joining her in that. Little minx she was, she was eager to make that happen. Her brows pinched together as concentrated on making her pussy flutter around him, massaging him as he fucked her.
"Come in me, Kashi," she moaned tenderly, as if he had any say in the matter with the way she was channeling her chakra all around him. When she reached her peak, her moans were high and sweet; a perfect contrast to his gruff groans as he followed her right over the edge, thrusting erratically as he came.
"Fuck, Sakura," he groaned as he flopped heavily back onto the couch. She hummed happily as she sat primly on his lap, his cock still buried inside her. He ran his hands over her hips and back soothingly until she had the energy to climb off of him. He grimaced as he fell out of her, soft and sensitive and covered in their release.
She got up on wobbly legs, clenching them together uncomfortably, feeling strangely empty from the loss of his length, but full of their spend. It made him feel pretty smug, if he was being honest. Her cheeks went bright pink at that, and at the way his eyes followed the apex of her thighs as she quickly skittered away to the washroom.
It wasn't long before she returned, cleaned up and wearing one of his sweaters, and prepared to get him as clean and comfy as she was. Apparently, that meant donning the bare minimum of clothing and collapsing in a heap of limbs onto that purple couch.
"We were supposed to stick to your apartment," she said with a small pout, even though her eyes were gleaming with unbridled joy.
"Maybe we should just move the couch over there," he proposed with a small kiss to her pout. She hummed contentedly, eagerly pressing her lips to his. He laughed against her. "Now who's insatiable," he teased. I think we've established that we are both equally insufferable, she thought, pressing her lips against his without a care.
He wondered vaguely if they would be quite so eager once the link was cut. All of their emotions were amplified under its influence. Maybe she wouldn't have quite so strong a hold on him afterwards. I can't imagine not wanting you, she thought, breaking their kiss in favour of ducking her head under his chin and snuggling up to him. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, hugging her body tight against his.
Her breathing was even and deep, her body calm and relaxed against his as sleep began to claim her.
"You are mine," she whispered drowsily. "You're mine, Kashi," and then she was out. Thank the gods for that, otherwise she would have been aware of how his heart stuttered pathetically and the way his mind shattered in a mess of absolute, unrestrained adoration.
Sakura choked on a sharp inhale, fighting to catch her breath, but her throat was refusing to open up to the air she so desperately needed. She realized belatedly that she couldn't intake anything while her mouth was too busy screaming. Screaming, and sobbing, and she couldn't understand what was happening. Why was this happening to her? She hadn't meant to do it. She didn't want to. They were dead, they were all dead, and it was her fault. She couldn't save them. She couldn't stop.
Oh, gods, she couldn't breathe.
Her eyes flew open at the feeling of strong hands clasping her shoulders, and the sound of her name being called out, quiet and desperate. The room was dark, but the dim light filtering in from the gauzy curtains and the glow of Kakashi's Sharingan were plenty bright enough for her to make out the panicked expression on his face.
She hiccupped miserably and lifted a hand to her cheek. It was wet.
"I'm sorry," he said, looking as miserable as she sounded. "I didn't think—I didn't realize in time," he continued. His thoughts were as jumbled a mess as his words. She couldn't make sense of it, and her own thoughts were scrambled and confused. Instead, she reached out to hold his face between her hands.
He exhaled shakily, staring her in the eye and breathing deep until some of the panic left his eyes.
"You have nightmares," she said, gently stroking his cheek.
"I haven't had one in a long time. I…I should have warned you, or been more careful—"
"Kakashi, you can't control your dreams," she said with a dismissive bubble of laughter.
"It's not funny, Sakura," he said so seriously she felt an icy trickle in her lungs. "Look at yourself," he said, softer this time, brushing away a stream of tears with the pad of his thumb and then dropping that hand to the pulse point in her neck. Her heart was beating fast and hard, and her breathing was a little ragged. Her throat felt a little sore, too; she imagined it was from the screams and sobs. She felt an alarming spark of self-hatred light in him.
"It's not funny, you're right," she said softly. "But it's not your fault," she continued, brushing her thumbs along the arches of his cheeks. His mismatched eyes stared at her, searching for a reason to disbelieve her. Try as he might, he couldn't find any part of her that blamed him. How could she blame him? He was so strong that sometimes it was easy to forget everything he'd been through. Everything he'd lost.
"I feel safe with you," he admitted in a low whisper. "You make me forget. Sometimes," he said. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but he was grateful for it regardless. It felt good to breathe easier once in awhile. She wasn't sure what to say to that. She couldn't understand how she could make Kakashi feel safe; Kakashi, the most formidable ninja of a generation, a genius and a prodigy.
"You are safe with me," she said, because it was true and she would do everything in her power to make sure of it. It had never occurred to her that the person she felt safest with felt the same about her.
It's those monstrous fists, he supplied. She swatted at his chest. "I know you'll turn anything that walks through that door to mush in a heartbeat. It's very reassuring," he continued, smiling softly down at her before pressing his lips to her forehead.
"You're lucky I love you," she grumbled unhappily. He hummed in agreement, thinking that was possibly the biggest stroke of luck he'd ever had in his life. She felt her face flush.
"This link cannot get severed fast enough," he mumbled, his lips still pressed to her forehead. She sighed softly; she wished Ino would just come home already. "Careful what you wish for, Sakura-chan," he said with a teasing lilt in his voice. "What would she say to you debauching her couch?"
"I'd probably be homeless," Sakura said with a small laugh.
"Exactly," he agreed with a quick nod of his head. She swatted at him again.
"Kakashi!" she berated him, a little laugh escaping along the way. "You really wouldn't let me come live with you?"
"Hmm, I don't think so. You and the shuriken bedspread cannot coexist within the same living space," he pointed out.
"You're an ass," she grumbled. He hummed vaguely, his hand sliding down her back to rub comfortingly at her as well as pull her tighter to him.
"There is one thing I'll miss about the link," he mumbled, his voice deep and rumbling, and all too enticing. He really was insatiable, she thought, even as she looped her leg over his hip and pushed her torso tight against his.
"Do enlighten me," she whispered, smiling against his mouth as he captured her lips between his. His kiss was tender and deep. There were so many things in that kiss that he always struggled to say out loud. He was right, she thought, she would miss this. Knowing him and feeling him with the same intrinsic insight she had for herself. She returned his kiss with a desperate cry.
A desperate cry for more of him—more of his lips, his hands, his body and mind, and whatever else he could offer her—quickly turned to cries of ardour. She knew this is what he had been referring to; the feeling of their bodies joining, and the way their minds mingled as pleasurably as their bodies did. He was right on that front, too, she could admit. Knowing how he felt being inside her; having him know what it was like to take him in, to have him buried deep within her, but somehow still wanting him closer and closer until they were indiscernible from one another.
He could always pick apart her thoughts that made so little sense to her, and find a way to make them a reality. He held her tighter, kissed her harder, pushed deeper inside her. She was shaking in his arms, her whole body trembling under his touch.
Every sound that poured out of her was incoherent and frantic, and he countered each one with a slow grind of his hips and low, rumbling affirmations that only served to amplify her tremors. Her soft, wanton cries were beginning to sound a lot more like sobs as he continued to drag himself through her in long, languid strokes. He was whispering something in her ear, his lips warm and dewy against her skin, but whatever he was saying was lost on her.
Even his thoughts felt out of reach; her own were so muddled and overwhelmed, she couldn't hope to make sense of them, let alone his. All she could focus on was feeling him. Physically, and mentally, and gods, he felt so good. He was still whispering, rumbling into her skin, making her tremble endlessly. She couldn't answer him. It was all she could do to think that she was so grateful to have him be the one; the one she was with, the one who loved her and whom she loved.
She saw stars when that sweet release came for her. Her vision blurred, her mouth gasped for air, and she held onto him, tighter than she ever had, clutching her body close to his where they laid, side-by-side on her couch. She could feel him spilling into her, peaking right alongside her, taking greedy gulps of oxygen as his hips stilled against hers.
Finally, once that devastating bliss passed and her mind cleared, her eyes focused on him. The look on his face spoke of something vast and all-consuming. She would have been terrified of it, had she not known that her own expression was mirroring his.
You're the one, he thought before bringing his lips down to hers in a sweet, slow kiss.
Sakura's eyes snapped open. She was wide awake now, but it was too late.
"You two sure look cozy." She tilted her head back, craning it over the edge of the couch to peer up at Ino upside-down. Kakashi had his face buried between her shoulder and the couch, very much hidden from Ino's prying eyes, but there was no denying who the shock of silver hair and long practically-naked limbs belonged to.
Ino was staring at her, hip cocked out, arms crossed over her chest, and eyebrow raised in what was definitely a display of just how unimpressed she was with Sakura's current position. Body language aside, Sakura felt like Ino was probably actually pretty impressed.
Kakashi's hands tightened around her, tugging her closer as he burrowed further into the warmth of her skin. Ino's eyebrow rose a little higher on her forehead. Sakura let out a quiet, awkward laugh, lightly tapping Kakashi's shoulder and furiously wishing he would wake up and have some brilliant idea on where to go from here.
"Honestly, Sakura, have I taught you nothing?" Ino said with a dramatic roll of her eyes and a long-suffering sigh. "Boy shorts? Really?"
"They're comfortable," Sakura mumbled, untangling an arm that was wrapped up in Kakashi to tug her sweater down. His sweater. Her cheeks warmed.
"No need to play coy, Forehead," Ino said with a salacious smirk, "you certainly didn't hold onto your delicate reservations when you fucked Kakashi-sensei on our couch." Sakura felt herself get unbearably hot from her hairline down to her chest. She also felt a little puff of air breeze across her collarbone as Kakashi's shoulders gently shook beneath her hands.
Wait 'til she notices the kitchen table, Kakashi thought, no longer bothering to play dead while she endured the brunt of Ino's wrath. She considered hopping off that couch and letting Ino see his face. She was sure once her roommate laid eyes on him, she would be far too distracted to look elsewhere. You wouldn't do that, he thought with infuriating certainty. He was absolutely right, she would never do that to him, but he was annoying for calling her out on it.
"At least tell me you just fell asleep there," Ino said pouting down at them. Sakura was starting to get dizzy from hanging upside-down for so long.
"We fell asleep here," Sakura offered without an ounce of falsehood. After we fucked, Kakashi added silently. Twice. Ino narrowed her eyes at them and then down to the clothes that were scattered on the floor. With a scowl she plucked up the skimpy underwear Sakura had been rid of prior to their first romp in the living room.
"Slutty," Ino appraised, looking impressed before she flung the scrap of fabric at Sakura's head. Kakashi, gentleman that he was, lifted a hand and deftly caught it before dropping his arm heavily back around her.
"They are not slutty," Sakura grumbled unhappily.
I'm definitely not complaining, Kakashi thought.
"I think your radar is a little skewed, Forehead. Or do I need to remind you that you broke your entirely baseless rule about not fucking around the apartment."
"The couch is hardly around the apartment."
We did that, too, Sakura, Kakashi pointed out. Sakura continued ignoring him.
"So, is this you admitting that you fucked Kakashi-sensei on my couch?"
"Our couch."
"Okay," Ino conceded with a wicked smile and Sakura knew she'd been had. "So, you fucked Kakashi-sensei on our couch. Satisfied?"
I'd say so, Kakashi thought, completely unhelpfully.
Red-faced and feeling rather ganged up on, Sakura dangled half-off the couch and felt around the rug for the soft fabric of Kakashi's mask-shirt. Once her fingers curled around it she flung it at Kakashi's face and pulled herself fully back onto the couch. She glared at him as viciously as she could while he smiled impishly up at her from where his face was half buried in the cushions.
He was very fortunate that she found him unlawfully charming. She huffed as she pulled herself into a seated position, her back to his face, blocking Ino's view as he shrugged into his shirt. Never one to be denied, Ino let her eyes wander down to the part of him that was visible; the lower half of his stomach and his long, muscular legs, and most importantly (to Ino), the tight boxer briefs that encased the telltale bulge of morning wood.
She at least had the decency to blush when Sakura cleared her throat. Is Ino checking me out? Kakashi wondered, mildly disturbed. Ino's annoyance finally faltered and gave way to a smug sort of affection.
"Don't think you're off the hook for this," Ino warned, "but nice work, Forehead."
"Agreed," Kakashi said, eyes creased happily above his mask as he sat up beside Sakura. "Welcome home, Ino."
"Nice to see you again, Kakashi-sensei. Hopefully, next time I'll be seeing less of you," Ino said with a smile that was as sweet as it was scathing. "Or more. I haven't decided yet." With that, she disappeared into her bedroom. Kakashi pondered that for a moment.
"I am…mildly terrified," Kakashi said after a while. That was the only intelligent thing he'd said all morning.
Eventually, Sakura had rid the apartment of an almost-naked Kakashi. She figured this was a conversation best had between girls. Besides, she knew Ino would have some pointed questions that she would rather not have Kakashi be privy to. She had also busted out the expensive wine and chocolates she'd bought for this very reason. Ino had a mean poker face, but when the blonde draped her legs across Sakura's on that infamous purple couch, Sakura knew she'd been at least partly forgiven.
"First things first," Ino said around a bite of chocolate, "do you call him sensei during?" She asked with a wiggle of her eyebrows, washing away her chocolate with a healthy gulp of wine.
"First things first, you're a perv. And no," Sakura said, rolling her eyes and pretending like the thought had never occurred to her.
"Lame," Ino said with a sigh. "Is he good? Big? Stamina? He's kinda old, right?"
"Ino!" Sakura admonished.
"What? I'm curious. Is he hot?" Ino asked, leaning forward and grinning from ear to ear.
"Yes, yes, plenty, not at all, and very," Sakura answered quickly, shoving one of Ino's truffles in her mouth to occupy it for at least a little while. Apparently satisfied with those answers—for the time being—Ino relaxed into the couch and waited patiently for Sakura to break things down in whichever order she saw fit, only interrupting on occasion to glean added detail of the more scandalous moments.
It was a longwinded story, Sakura realized very quickly. From being captured by the body-snatching brothers, to their trek through the desert, the journey to Fire, and then ending with Ino discovering them on that couch that very morning. It had been a whirlwind of a month.
"By the fire, huh? Sounds romantic," Ino teased.
"I just told you I can read Kakashi's mind, and that's what you're focused on?" Sakura asked dryly.
"Oh please, as if you two haven't been banging left, right and centre. You're a bit of a freak, Sakura-chan," Ino teased.
"Shut up, Pig."
"Fuck me by the fire, sensei," Ino cooed, batting her long lashes. Sakura didn't tell her she'd basically said just that to him. Besides, it sort of had been romantic. Except for the stains on his pants. There was really no way to make that romantic, she thought.
"Is sex all you think about?" Sakura asked, miffed.
"It's pretty high up on the list," Ino admitted with an unbothered shrug.
Two boxes of chocolate, and a bottle and a half of wine later, and they were significantly more giggly and loose-lipped. Sakura had accidentally divulged that Shikamaru had been the first to know about them. Ino had been furious, but she had also been rather easily distracted from said fury with a refill of her glass.
Ino had let slip that she was little jealous, but mostly happy that Sakura seemed happy. Sakura had called her a sap, and Ino had flicked her forehead so hard that Sakura had honestly shed a tear. Then, Ino had felt so bad that she had tackled Sakura in a hug, laying them down on that couch, which only served to remind her that Sakura had been laid on that couch with Kakashi not so long ago.
To distract her, Sakura had to break out the big guns. She told her about how the mental link intensified things physically for them. That had distracted her alright. Ino was disturbingly fascinated by that.
"You can feel everything he can feel…" Ino mused, her eyes going a little glassy. Sakura hummed in confirmation, reflecting on some of the finer moments that had resulted of that.
"There was this thing in the shower—"
"Our shower?!" Ino shouted. Oops. Ino glared at her through narrowed eyes. "Show me his face," she demanded, forming a circle with her fingers and staring intently at Sakura.
"What?! No way, Pig!"
"You owe me, Forehead!"
And so they'd wound up in a tangled heap on the floor, Sakura sat on Ino's stomach while the two of them laughed until they could hardly breathe.
"You really like him, huh?" Ino asked once their laughter had mostly dissipated. Sakura felt her face warm.
"We're in love," Sakura admitted, chewing on her cheek to keep her cheesy grin at bay. Ino let out a surprised bubble of laughter.
"Ugh, I'd hate you if I didn't love you, you know," Ino said with a roll of her eyes and a bright smile on her face. Her smile faded into something more serious; an expression that looked distinctly out of place on her drunken face.
"Do you think you can break the link?" Sakura asked softly. Ino reached up to tug at a lock of pink hair that dangled over her face.
"Sure, I can. I'm amazing," she jested lightly. "But, Sakura…are you really sure you want me to?"
A/N: WHOMP SO MANY THINGS ARE HAPPENING LMFAO there's one chapter left yikessssssssss
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