The sky was a light navy blue when Kakashi stepped out of the gym and into the sidewalk; hand in pocket, bag over his shoulder. He glanced back, watching as Sakura followed him out; a blush still plastered on her features, hair a bit of a nest considering she didn't actually wash it.

Rather, she didn't have time to wash it.
Not when he made damn sure to keep her busy.

Kakashi came to a stop, grinning as Sakura paused next to him, "So, I guess I won't see you for another month?"

Sakura rolled her eyes, "Drama queen."

He plucked a shoulder, "I wanted to see you again immediately after the first night. I definitely have to see you again, now. As a matter of fact," he raised his chin, "what are you doing tonight?"

"Well, I was just gonna head home and make something to eat—I'm starving."

"Same," he hummed, placing a hand flat across his stomach, "I'm famished. Wanna do dinner together?"

Sakura paused, as if deliberating; chewing on her grinning lip.

"I make a mean tempura," he pressed, winking.

"I would have to go to the store to get the stuff for tempura," she remarked, as if it was going to stop him.

Kakashi waved a hand fecklessly, "Nonsense. I have everything we need at home. You've already been to my house once—would you be comfortable coming again?"

Sakura squinted at his double entendre, fist on her hip before giving a nod, "You know what, yeah—that would be nice. That means I don't have to spend money—you are a firefighter after all."

Kakashi snickered, glancing over at her as they walked through the parking lot, "You still don't believe me, do you?"

She grinned, giggling, "It's just...I mean, you don't look like a firefighter. Aren't they supposed to have, like, mustaches and stuff?"

He pointed a finger in her direction, "Ma'am, that's stereotyping. I'll have you know there's only one guy on our team that would maybe fall under what a firefighter looks like. Other than that, we're just regular every day people."

"You are not a regular every day person," Sakura admonished with a scoff.

"Excuse me," Kakashi gasped teasingly, fingers splayed across his chest as if wounded, "whatever could you possibly mean? I'm as every day as they come."

"Yeah, right—and I'm-"

"Wait, wait—don't say it," Kakashi cut, wiggling his free hand at her. "You're the Queen of England?"

Sakura nodded, arms up on either side, "As long as we're talking about things that aren't true."

Kakashi gaped, laughing, "Excuse me? What about me being both a firefighter and a normal guy seem out of the realm of reality for you?"

"For starters, you don't look like a firefighter and I'm sticking with it. The only thing going for you is that they'd use your body to pose in their calendar shoots." She ticked off a second finger, "Secondly, you just don't seem like the type of guy that rushes into fires. You come off as like, a businessman—or a CEO, or something."

Kakashi tilted his head side to side, muttering, "Compliment- buried under an insult, but a compliment nonetheless."

Sakura held up a third finger, "And- there is no way any normal every day schmuck does what you do—if you know what I'm getting at."

Kakashi stopped, leaning against the light pole and raising his chin, "You'll have to elaborate, Sakura. I haven't the slightest clue what you could possibly be talking about."

Sakura chuckled, brows raised, "You know, you're kind of insufferable."

He winked, "Some say it's my best quality."

Emerald eyes narrowed, "A quality, but...not your best." She glanced down to his work out shorts before picking her gaze back up, a small grin pulling at the corner of her mouth.

Kakashi tapped a finger against his bicep, nodding, "Uh-huh, so Sakura likes to play games?"

Sakura jut out her lower lip, shrugging as she flipped her hair, "You'll have to elaborate, Kakashi. I haven't the slightest clue what you could possibly be talking about."

"Wow," Kakashi mouthed, straightening as she began to head further to the left; stopping at a grey car. "You keep it up and you'll get yours, missy."

Sakura held up her hands like little paws, shaking her face, "Ooo- I'm so scared, look at me I'm shaking in my space boots."

Kakashi shook his head, laughing as he walked to where his car was; unlocking the door and calling out, "You'll follow me, yeah?"

She nodded, "Yeah!"

He gave a final nod, tossing his gym bag in the passenger seat before sliding in; waiting as Sakura tossed her things into her car and got settled—taking off, but not before coming around the front of the car to give her the bird, only to find that she had her hand already up, middle finger locked and loaded. Kakashi mouthed the word asshole, to which she laughed; pulling out behind him and following him to his house.

While Kakashi had to admit he wasn't planning on anything happening with Sakura—let alone seeing her—he'd be a big fat liar if he was a smitten kitten right now. All his thoughts about him being too much, pushing her too far; thoughts of where he fucked up, if she's moved on or not—flew right out the window. It was clear in the words she spoke, the way her walls came down so simply—the way she let him touch her, kiss her, fuck her.

On top of it all, he could swear she was starting to flirt with him.

The silver-haired man had really no real clue as to why this excited him so much—he should be in mourning and what have you. He just couldn't seem to help it. Being in her space made him forget about how shitty the world could be, that shitty people exist. A conversation with her made him feel grounded, making him feel as if he could be his most authentic self with her and she'd embrace it. She clearly was not a woman that casts judgment, and if anything, it appeared she felt the same magnetic pull between them—impossible to pull away from.

Once he was swung into his driveway and had his bag, he straightened and turned to the sound of Sakura's feet approaching. She had one foot crossed over the other, her chin jerking as she chuckled, "Hey, look—that's your ride, right?"

A brow quirked, "Hmm? My ride?"

She turned and pointed, dark eyes picking up from her features to the sight of nothing other than a firetruck rounding the corner—heading down his street.

Kakashi ticked his head back, laughing darkly, "Mother fuckers..."

Pink brows twitched, "Hmm? Them?"

"Yeah," Kakashi sighed, eyeballing the truck as it came to a slow roll in front of him and Sakura, "them."

The truck came to full stop in front of Kakashi's driveway, driver and back seat window rolling down in unison; the squints and glares of multiple sets of eyes.

Kakashi offered a smile to the men, head ticking, "Are you following me, boys?"

Asmua set a meaty arm on the outside door, chuckling, "No- we just hadn't heard from you and we got worried, is all." He waggled his fingers at Sakura, "Didn't know you two were on a date."

Genma shot forward from the passenger seat, barking, "How in the fuck did you find her?!"

"We ran into each other at the gym," Kakashi answered haughtily.

Asuma's eyes practically glittered, "Looks like you did more than just run into each other." He jerked his chin at Sakura, "You let him treat you like that, sweetie?"

"He's not treating me like anything," she rebutted.

"The hickies on your neck tell me otherwise."

Sakura rolled her eyes, remarking to Kakashi, "I'm taking it these are your friends from the other night?"

Kakashi nodded and sighed, "They happen to be my co-workers, too."

Sakura blinked, "Wait...you're really a firefighter?"

From the backseat came Shikamaru's bored drawl, "He's saved our asses more times than we can count."

"Shouldn't the lot of you be at the station?" Kakashi cut, jutting an elbow out at Sakura, "We've got dinner plans."

Genma pouted, "You sure you don't wanna do dinner with us?"

Asuma chuckled, "Right- like he's gonna ditch her for our stinky asses."

Kakashi waved, tugging Sakura lightly by the elbow and beginning to back away, "Alright- we're heading inside now. You go about doing whatever it is you're doing."

"You kids don't have too much fun now," Genma sang, waving.

Sakura waved, singing back, "A lot more fun than you'll be having."

The pair turned, the sound of Asuma's laughter booming until they walked into the house; Kakashi firmly shutting the door behind him, locking it as he spoke.

"Sorry about them. Ever since I had sort of holed myself away, they've been doing courtesy checks on me—but because they can't just leave the station without reason, they do their rounds on top of it. They may be in every aspect of the word surface level-jackasses, but there's no one else I'd trust more than them to cover my back when shit gets real."

Sakura crossed her arms, head shaking, "I just can't believe you're actually a firefighter. I literally cannot fathom it."

He grinned, leaning in and poking the tip of her nose with his finger, "Fathom it." His face was a foot from hers, his free hand ghosting over her hip; Sakura's eyes searched his, her arms falling and her weight shifting—the pause in time, the rift where lovers wait to kiss. Kakashi wanted nothing more than to lean in and peck her lips—but he could play games, too.

He pulled away, grinning as he walked around her, "Maybe I'll take you by the station sometime."

Sakura huffed from behind him, "Are seriously going to play this game with me?"

Kakashi glanced over his shoulder, silver brow quirked, "And what game is that, pray tell?"

"This cat and mouse, fake me out—who does or does not make a move, doesn't get affected, plays it cool game. You think considering all things we're past that?"

Kakashi peeled off his shirt, balling it up and rounding the corner to his room; tossing it in the basket. Sakura walked in, blustering and stumbling when she caught sight of him kicking off his work out shorts—rolling down his boxers, as naked as the day he was born.

Sakura raised a hand over her face, "I'm- I'm sorry, I totally just barged in your room."

Kakashi plucked two pairs of sweats out from his dresser, chuckling, "We're past that—all things considered."

She scowled, "You are playing games."

Kakashi let the waistband of the sweats pop against his skin as he pulled them up, "You started it."

Sakura gasped, glaring at him as he neared, "I did not?!"

He nodded, pressing the other pair of sweats into her arms; gripping her chin and pulling her in, "You started the game, Sakura. I would be a poor sport to not play along."

Sakura's breath stuttered, her hand coming up to close around his wrist and yank his hand away; humming back, "You may not be a poor sport for playing, but you'll sure as shit be a sore loser when I win."

Kakashi stepped back, "We'll see about that, honey. Why don't you change into these—get comfortable? Those leggings don't look the comfiest. You're more than welcome to change into any of my shirts, too—or help yourself to the shower since you didn't have time to wash your hair, if you'd like. Whatever you do, settle in—it's gonna be a long night."

While the idea of taking a shower to actually wash her hair seemed tempting—Sakura was no idiot. She was catching on the man enough to understand his little tricks—and that was definitely a trick.

They were, after all, playing a game.

What the game was called, or what the rules consisted of, she had no idea. All she knew was that it was a matter of who was going to cave first; and it sure as shit wasn't going to be her. He had done enough in two instances to bring her to the point of practically begging—she only wanted to do the same. Sakura wanted the upper hand on Kakashi, she wanted to show him that she wasn't always some trembling mess who easily bent to his will.

Even if he made it easy to do so.

Of course, since they were playing a game, she wasn't going to tell him that she cancelled her plans with Ino to hang out with him. Not anymore. That would only give him more ammunition, and she was going to take advantage of what she could—so she could win. When Kakashi asked Sakura if she was doing anything tonight, she had jumped the gun and said no before even talking to Ino. She wasn't sure why she did it, or why she didn't too much time deliberating—but she did. It was on the drive to Kakashi's house that she called Ino to tell her plans have changed:

"And where the fuck are you?" Ino quipped when she answered the phone. "I'm literally all dressed up, ready to go—haven't heard from you. What were you two talking about that took so long? When I left and said bye, I didn't mean for good. I've been expecting a call from you, ma'am, and I was starting to-"

"We fucked in the showers," Sakura decapitated.

Ino gasped, "What?!"

"Yeah."

"You...dirty sluuuuuuut," Ino sang, almost blowing out Sakura's speakers. "Details-what happened? How did it start? Did he eat your ass again- I told you don't knock it till you try it."

Sakura shrugged despite Ino not being there, "Well, he asked to talk and made a joke- I don't know, it's hazy. I just remember that he followed me into the women's shower-"

"You're kidding me," Ino hissed.

"Nope," Sakura replied, making a popping noise on the 'p.' "He followed me in there and asked if we could talk. Essentially it was about me ditching him the night we hooked up...Long story short, we talked it out, or came to a mutual understanding. At that point, I had already had my clothes off to get in the shower, and we just, like...gravitated towards each other. One thing led to another..."

"No, no no no," Ino tsked, "you don't get off with saying one thing led to another. Not with me. You give me details, woman—details. Was he as freaky as last time?"

"He just...had me pinned against the shower wall and had the shower head-"

"Oh my fucking god, you are kidding me."

Sakura continued, "- and then after teasing me with it, he makes me hold onto this bar that was up ahead. He put the shower head on my clit, shoved a finger in my ass, and just...fucked me. He like...made me hold onto that bar the whole time."

"Did he talk dirty?"

"Yes," Sakura hummed. "Telling me that I wanted him everywhere and stuff."

Ino whooped, laughing, "Wow, I am getting a little hot over here, Sakura. That is H-O-T, hoooooot. He's a dirty little boy, isn't he?"

"He's definitely dirty," Sakura replied, following Kakashi and turning left. "I just...it's crazy, but he feels so familiar to me. I would have never let Sasuke do half of that to me what he's done in two instances..."

"Wait- you didn't bail on him, did you?"

"Ah, well—here's the thing.."

"Sakuraaaa," Ino drawled dramatically.

"No no," Sakura cut, "it's not what you think. I didn't bail on him...But I am gonna have to bail on you...?"

"Why?!"

"Because he offered to cook dinner...and I said yes..."

Ino hummed, "Alright...well, I'll let it slide this time—just because I'm here for whatever is going on between you two and I'll be damned if I'm the one that jeopardizes it." There was a sucking sound, as if Ino was licking her teeth, "He's totally gonna fuck your brains out tonight."

"Ino," Sakura chided. "We already fucked—this is just dinner."

"You're having dinner at his house?"

Sakura paused, "...yes..."

Ino chuckled darkly, "Right into the lion's den. I hope you remembered to take your pill, Sakura. If he's anything like you told me from the first night you two hooked up, you're in for a long night."

Sakura scoffed, rolling her eyes, "We can have dinner without doing anything. Yes, I have my birth control—it's in my purse."

Ino giggled, "Whatever you say, Sakura. Whatever you saaaayy."

Sakura felt confident stepping out of her car that nothing but dinner would happen—but the dark glimmer in his eyes and the grin on his face after remarking about the game told her differently.

So, no—she didn't shower.

She was not going to put herself at risk for whatever he could possibly do to make her lose...whatever this was. Sakura did decide to change into the sweats, however, as the leggings were uncomfortable considering she was a place where she could relax. Her shirt was fine—just an old band tee, nothing fancy. She wasn't wearing a bra—but it's not like she had huge breasts, so she felt it was fine enough.

It's not like she had anything to hide, at this point.

Kakashi was pouring some oil in the pan when Sakura walked out of his room and into the kitchen; pausing at his side and gazing at everything he had set on the counter. She plucked up a bottle of soy sauce, humming, "I can make the sauce."

He turned, grinning, "Didn't I say I was going to make dinner?"

Sakura stuck her tongue out at him, "I can help." She reached for another bottle, Kakashi's hand coming over hers to halt her. "What?" Sakura pressed.

He jerked his head, "Why not go relax? I've got movies, Netflix—you name it. This won't take me long at all."

Sakura smiled brightly, turning her hand to grip at his wrist and pull him in, humming as delicately as she could, "I don't mind helping, Ka...Ka...Shi..." She drug out each syllable, akin to the way she had moaned his name earlier in the showers—save that it wasn't at the top of her lungs and gently milder. She pulled back, satisfied with the heavy-lidded gaze he offered; moving around him and humming nonchalantly, "Where are your pots?"

"Bottom cabinet," he replied, Sakura's back practically burning at the gaze he was no doubt giving her.

Sakura bent over, pulling back the small door and peering in. She reached in to adjust a large pan that was on top, several others clattering in her way and nearly falling out. She huffed, still fully aware she was being stared at, and managed to pull out a decent sized pot for the sauce. She began to put the other pans back in, the handle of a rather large one catching on the wood that separated the doors; cussing under her breath.

Kakashi approached Sakura from behind, rumbling, "Would you like some help?" He bent over her, hands on either side of her thighs and grinning in her ear, "I'm pretty good a fitting big things into small spaces."

"Don't be arrogant," Sakura teased, thankful he couldn't see the flush on her face, "they're not that big."

"No?" He hummed, "the cabinet looked pretty stuffed to me. Brimming, in fact. You could still see pans sticking out, too—not matter how deep you try to shove them in there."

Sakura wanted to laugh.

She wanted to laugh at the fact that the man was making a sexual innuendo with a cabinet and pans.
She wanted to laugh because it was actually turning her on. Turning her on because how could she forget what it feels like with his cock deep inside her—making her feel incredibly full, stretching her wide.

She swallowed, refusing to back down. Sakura turned her head to glance back at him, "Maybe you should get a new cabinet where they can all fit."

He tsked, "And lose the ability to hear the cabinet doors creak every time I bury my pans inside it? Not a chance."

Sakura chuckled, slowly rising to her feet and turning to meet his gaze, "Most people don't like squeaky cabinets."

Kakashi smiled wickedly, eyes twinkling, "My cabinet squeaking is music to my ears."

Pink brows raised, "Your cabinet?"

He nodded, "If I'm burying my pans inside a cabinet, it's because it's my cabinet, Sakura."

Sakura poked a finger at his chest, "You can't stake claim to cabinets that aren't yours."

"I can't stake claim, per ce—but I can break the cabinet in enough to where only my pans fit—an no one else's." Kakashi's hands came out, falling on Sakura's hips and squeezing tenderly, "And, if the cabinet is anything like I think it is," he leaned in, murmuring, "it likes to be broken in."

Was he seriously...claiming her?

There was a part of Sakura, the no-nonsense, female power part of her- that told her to raise her chin and laugh at the idea that a man could possibly claim her. She never, no matter how much love she had for him, let Sasuke say things along these lines because she wasn't property. He had tried it once and she nipped it in the bud. She was a human being, a woman with feelings and thoughts; who had value and matter. She wasn't some blow up doll to be claimed and fucked by some caveman. She could feel the irritation rise slightly, the words were on her lips to smart off—but it was his face that threw her off. His tone. The message swimming in his depths. There was no arrogance there—no shitty alpha male mentality. It was sincerity.

It was his truth.

It was taking ownership of someone who was handing him the reins; being responsible and taking control when all she can do is manage to breathe. It was the promise to take her to places she'd only ever dreamed of going—heights she only reached in her imagination. He was only catering to her—possessing her like she practically begged him to do.

Of course, he was going to claim her.

Of course, the thought of him pinning her down and breaking her in did funny things to her thinking—and he was undoubtedly doing it on purpose.

Sakura poked the tip of his nose, chuckling, "The oil is starting to burn off."

Kakashi backed up a few steps, allowing Sakura little space to squeeze past him. She began to work on the sauce, chopping up the garlic he had on the counter and throwing it in with the sesame oil. The sizzle of meat filled the air, background noise to their light conversation and teasing that passed between them; the conversation absurdly normal considering he compared pans to his cock and a cabinet her pussy. It really should have been laughable, but the man did his job—the seed was planted in her head and, despite her lighthearted giggles, all she could seem to think about was the sensation of his cock pushing into her. Even as she told him a story about the time she punched a guy in the face in high school, her sex was beginning to hum at the memory. She wanted to squeeze her legs together to offset the feeling—she was even nibbling on the inside of her cheek to distract herself.

Naturally, it didn't work.

It also didn't help that every time she met his dark gaze, his words from earlier rung like a hot echo in the space of her mind.

"You want me everywhere, don't you..."

And, as they began to finish up with the cooking, she partially wondered if he knew she was turned on. There was something subtle within his gaze, a look of knowing; as if he could read her thoughts. For a moment, a silence stretched between them; Kakashi gathering plates while Sakura stirred the thick sauce absentmindedly.

"What's got you so quiet?" Kakashi remarked as he began to lob food onto their plates.

Sakura turned to look at the man, debating. In the game, he had the upper hand—whether he knew it or not. Her thoughts were running a thousand miles an hour, imagining all the dirty things he could do to her. Her pussy was throbbing, and she worried about the state of his sweats—even if she was wearing panties. She wanted to win—or in the very least, not be completely helpless to his wiles. She wanted him to sweat like she was sweating.

Sakura tilted her head, "Have you tried the sauce?"

His lower lip jut out slightly, "Hm? No- is it good?"

She plucked a shoulder, "Try it out and let me know what you think."

Kakashi dipped the tip of his finger into the pot, sucking on the tip and giving an excited nod, eyes alit, "That's delicious, Sakura."

Sakura grinned, "Is it? I'll have to try it."

Feeling bold, and without much thinking, she acted. Sakura reached for the same hand Kakashi used to try the sauce, dragging his hand over and dipping his finger into the substance with a slow deliberation that she knew he'd catch onto. Dark eyes watched her with keen interest as she raised his finger to her full lips; using the tip of her tongue to lick up one side of his finger before closing her mouth over the digit and sucking. She released his finger with a wet pop, trailing her tongue along her lips and giving the lowest, lust-filled hum she could manage.

She could plant seeds, too, after all.

"You're right," Sakura sang softly, "it is delicious."

"Me or the sauce?" He replied gruffly.

Sakura smirked, glancing down and giggling, "Is that a pan in your pants, Kakashi?" She maneuvered around him, grabbing the plates and calling over her shoulder as she walked into the living room, "Find a cabinet to put that pan in and put the sauce in a bowl."

"Telling me what to do—in my own house," Kakashi chuckled with a shake of his head, turning to pluck a bowl from the top cabinet and pouring the sauce into it.

She watched him approach, simpering, "You can't have all the power."

Kakashi chuckled, plopping down next to her and reaching for the PlayStation controller, "Is that what you think this is? Is a power play?"

"Yep," she replied without missing a beat. "And I'll tell you, I'm not going to break."

He settled on a rom-com movie, taking a sip of the drink he set down earlier. His brow ticked down, eyes on the food as he shifted it around, "Is that so? So, nothing does it for you, then?"

"I'm afraid so," Sakura commented easily.

Kakashi set his chopsticks down, turning to better face Sakura. A silver brow quirked, "So- if I do this..." He reached out, placing the palm of his hand over her knee, "...nothing?"

"Child's play," Sakura teased.

He nodded, raising his hand up to her mid-thigh, "And here?"

She plucked a shoulder, "I can't even feel that—that's how much it doesn't work for me."

Keeping his hand in place, Kakashi leaned forward and surprised Sakura by planting a small peck on her lips; pulling away to gauge her, "Now?"

Sakura offered a chuckle, flicking her hand, "Try harder—I'm as dry as the Sahara desert."

At this Kakashi's brows raised, his lower lip jut out as he gave a slow, knowing nod. He pushed away the coffee table from them, grabbing Sakura by the waist and easily pulling her body over the top of his; her back to his chest, her ass on his lower stomach—just above the bulge of his member. He ran one hand from Sakura's shoulder down to her knee; pulling apart her left leg to hang just outside of his own—his free hand reaching for Sakura's chin and turning her head sharply to kiss her. Sakura bit back the gasp that threatened to give her away, struggling to keep her body relaxed despite the lust that flared through all of her senses. Kakashi was sliding his tongue along hers, prodding her mouth with it; dancing alongside her own.

Kakashi broke the kiss, tugging on her lower lip with his teeth before rumbling, "That's gotta mean something."

Sakura caught her breath, sucking it in and trying to breathe out coolly. She could feel his hand gripping the inner thigh of her spread leg; dangerously close to the apex of her body. Sakura's pussy was pulsing almost painfully, and she worried if he'd be able to feel her pulse from where his hand was. She managed to shake her head, swallowing, "Not a thing."

He hummed, running his right hand down Sakura's other leg; repeating the action and hiking it on the outside of his own, both of her legs now spread wide. She could feel the slickness between the meat of her inner thighs, and with her legs spread the way they were—she began to smell her arousal. She wiggled, trying to snap her legs closed when Kakashi gave a chiding sound; his knees lifting and spreading, his fingers lightly pinching her side.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just trying to get comfortable," Sakura bluffed, blushing.

"That sounds like a lie," he pointed out, running the tip of his nose along the side of her face. "You know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think..." Kakashi began, "that you are turned on beyond belief. I think, that thou doth protest too much. I bet you haven't been able to get the idea of me breaking you out of your mind. You're a lot like me, Sakura—when you start to think about something, you can't stop. All I had to do was say the words and now your pretty little pussy is all nice and wet for me." He chuckled lowly, "Am I right?"

Sakura managed a scowl, "You're wrong."

"Oh?" Kakashi reached for Sakura's right hand; folding his larger hand over the top of hers, bending all but their middle two fingers down. He began to slide their clasped hands down her stomach slowly, rumbling in her ear, "Let's find out."

The muscles of Sakura's stomach twitched at the slow sensation of their hands dragging across the stretch of her torso; the heart in her chest thudding so loud she was positive he could hear it, too. The throb of her pussy was an ache she was starting to feel in her bones, her palms sweating and her body a rolling boil of heat and need. Kakashi moved their hands forward, his two long middle fingers resting over the tops of hers; leading her as he wiggled their fingers under the waist band of the sweats and her panties. She could feel the delicate patch of hair, she could feel his two fingers arch to direct hers; gently digging their digits past the folds of her sex and along slick skin. Sakura could feel Kakashi's hot breath and lips graze the back of her neck, sending goosebumps breaking out across her skin at the sensation. He continued the trek of their hands and fingers; running over her swollen clit and down until the tips of their fingers rest at her entrance. Adjusting his grip on her hand and moving their fingers deeper into her folds; Kakashi pressed forward, shoving their fingers into the canal of her body. Sakura's breath hitched at the sensation, the drenched sex of her body easily taking in the four digits; little bolts of pleasure zinging along the sensitive flesh, making Sakura's eyes flutter shut.

Kakashi arched their hands, pulling their fingers out to the tip before slowly shoving them back in; the rough hum of his voice a deep satin as he rumbled, "You, Sakura, are a liar." He began to pump their fingers, scraping his teeth along her earlobe and remarking, "Feel how wet you are..." He pumped again, cooing darkly, "This wet—just for me." He pressed their fingers in deeper, Sakura unable to stop the arch of her hips to meet them; the squelch of her body audible, the heavy huffs of her own breath filling the space of the room. The skin of her arm grazed her clit with every pump, and Sakura found herself losing reasoning as her free hand began to snake down; dipping into her pants and wiggling in to rub soft circles over her swollen clit.

Suddenly, Kakashi was pulling their hands out; the sudden loss causing Sakura to grunt in frustration, wanting nothing more than to relieve the pressure between her legs. He pulled their hands out from the sweats, their fingers covered in her juices. He raised them to Sakura's lips, humming roughly, "Try the sauce, Sakura."

Sakura felt her cheeks flare, her hand gripping his wrist as she sucked on all four fingers; the erotic taste of herself melting over her tongue, the husky hitch of breath in her ear sending her lust soaring. Kakashi removed their fingers, his hand coming to knot in her hair and tug just enough to send tingles all over her body.

"The game isn't over, Sakura," he remarked roguishly. "Not only are you quick on your way to losing, but you lied to me. You don't think I'm going to just let you get off—that's not how you break someone." His hands gripped the tops of the sweats and began to pull them down along with her panties; once done, gripping the bottom of her shirt and easily taking it off of her in one full swoop. His fingers began to trace patterns along her sensitive sides, the baritone of his voice echoing along Sakura's senses, "Unlike you, I won't lie about what you do to me." He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Take my cock out."

Sakura's hands moved in between her legs, trembling fingers plucking at the sweats and shoving the fabric down while she reached for the meat between his legs. She pulled his length out, marveling at the satin-like feel of the skin; how smooth he was and how unbelievably hard he was. Without much thought, her hand began to pump his large cock; grinning when she heard him hiss lightly behind her. The hand in her hair tightened, the hand on her side gripping her hip bruisingly.

"Look at what you do to me," he growled. "My fat cock all swollen—just for you." He gripped her hair tighter and angled her head back further, kissing the side of her mouth, "I'm fucking aching to be inside that hot pussy of yours. I want to shove every fucking inch inside you and watch your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head." He ran his tongue along her cheekbone, "I want to fuck you from one orgasm to the next, until you're sobbing. Stretch you out, fill every single part of you—I want it all, baby girl." His free hand came up and gripped her throat, whispering hotly in her ear, "Be a good girl and put my cock inside you."

Her head was spinning at his words, dizzy with desire; shuddering at his dark promise. She reached forward blindly, finding the hot head of his member and managing to guide it to her entrance; the skin of her sex stretching tight as he arched his hips up, sinking into her agonizingly slow. Sakura couldn't fight the moan that slipped past trembling lips, the sensation of his length filling her until he couldn't; holding, the pulse of his cock in tandem with her own. Sakura wanted to move, she wanted to arch her hips up and down; but the grip her had on her kept her in place, the scrape of teeth on the back of her neck a subtle warning. A large hand moved, cupping a breast and plucking at her pert nipple; Sakura's body rolling at the motion, humming lowly. His hands moved, arms coming up to hook underneath each of her legs and pulling them up to where her knees were on either side of her head; his hands locking behind her neck, his breath hot in her ears.

"I want you to look us," he rumbled. "I want you to watch as I fuck you."

Emerald eyes fixed on the muscle that flexed inside her; she watched the length pull out slowly and pump in, glistening with each thrust, her canal tremoring at the sensation. Kakashi moved slow at first, building to a cadence that had Sakura unable to hold back the moans that vibrated from the center of her chest. Her hands were balled in fists, unable to do much due to the position he had her in beside take it; eyes transfixed on the meeting of their bodies, cheeks flushed at the lewd noises and his husky grunts. Each hard hit of his cock sent shockwaves of pleasure echoing through her, her toes curling as he increased the pace mercilessly; swears tumbling out of her mouth, her own cry filling her ears as her body began to snap and tremor. Sakura felt her body clamp down hard on Kakashi's member; she felt her pussy milk him as she shook, limbs twitching while Kakashi gave a satisfied chuckle in her ear. Just as the intense orgasm began to pass, he was moving again—releasing her arms and gently adjusting her frame. He stretched her out on the couch and gripped her hips; raising them to where her lower half was lifted and just the back of her shoulders rested. The man thrusted himself into Sakura in one full swoop; hitting sensitive nerves, his own dark hum harmonizing with Sakura's sharp cry. Long fingers dug into the flesh of her body, silver brows pulled down in an expression of pure focus. Twin onyx eyes gazed at Sakura's moaning frame, burning up every inch of her; the thick head of his cock slamming into deep parts of her body that had her coming quickly—small hands gripping blindly for something to hold onto, hips bucking as he continued to drive into her.

Kakashi let Sakura's lower half down on the couch, reaching forward to grip her two hands and tug the towards his body; using them as leverage for thrusts so hard the couch rattled with them. Hips snapped into Sakura evenly, Kakashi slowing down and rolling his entire body into each thrust; drawing out Sakura's pleasure, the canal of her pussy fluttering with each heavy pass. He circled himself within her, grabbing her right leg and raising it; rocking in and out of her, kissing the tightened muscle of her calf. Sakura's legs were both tingling and becoming numb; the swollen sex of her body absorbing every heavy hit his thick member offered, her throat raspy as she cried into the night. She was tremoring again, her mind a blurry haze and her entire frame jolting when she felt a light slap across her clit; sending her rushing into another orgasm, legs straightening and trembling so hard she worried they'd lock. Kakashi pulled back, letting Sakura's shaking leg fall before he grabbed both ankles and pushed them back, commanding darkly, "Hold them."

It was with sweaty palms that she gripped her ankles, her legs spread wide as Kakashi dipped his head and began to lave at her overly sensitive sex. Sakura leapt, her head titling back and a deep moan breaking past the gate of her lips; her breathing coming in heavy pants, her world whirring and spiraling when he began to rub tender circles over her clit—when two fingers pushed into her canal and began to pump. Sakura's head was tossing back and forth, words falling from her lips that she couldn't even recognize; be it she was begging for mercy or release, she was unsure. Kakashi's tongue dug deep into the petals of her most sacred place; lapped at the honey that leaked from her, tasted her and hummed as if she was the most exquisite thing he's ever had. Sakura's hips were thrashing, her swollen clit flicking back and forth over his tongue, lips, and face; hands knotting in thick silver hair and pressing his face harder into her. It was only when he latched onto her clit and began to suck; hooked his digits inside of her and jarred them that Sakura was breaking apart again—screaming, tugging at the root of his hair so hard that she could hear him hiss. Her heart beat a thousand miles in her chest, deafening thuds that drowned out the movie that was on the tv—barely able to hear his own husk.

Dark eyes appraised her, a big hand running up her stomach, "You're a mess, honey. Look what you've done to my couch—you've come all over me." He kissed where her ribs met, eyes meeting hers, "You're going to come again—I want to feel your pussy strangle me again."

Sakura swallowed, still gasping for air, "I don't think I can come anymore."

He hummed, looming over her and kissing her as he gripped her chin, "Yes you can, baby—I can't get enough of you. I want all you've got, I want every part of you."

Kakashi reared back, pulling Sakura's frame up with him as he did; easily moving to cradle her, carrying her to his bedroom in few strides. He placed her on the bed, rumbling, "Have you ever done anal before?"

Sakura blinked, still dazed, "Um...yeah."

He kissed her again, his voice a sultry whisper that melted any anxiety in her brain, "Can I fuck your pretty little ass?"

Sakura licked her lips, a delicious tremor running up her spine as she rasped, "Yes."

He grinned, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," she answered without missing a beat.

Kakashi winked, moving away to crouch; reaching a long arm under the bed and pulling out what looked to be a black box. He placed it on the bedside table, remarking as he popped off the lid, "For the record—these have never been used before." He held up two sex toys, one which was a pink hitachi wand and the other was a deep purple dildo still in the package. "I bought these to spice things up with Rin—and we just never used them." He wiggled them, "You trust me?"

Sakura nodded, "I do."

He nodded, reaching in the box to pull out what looked to be lube. He opened the cap, squeezing a considerable amount into his hands before turning and approaching Sakura. With his free hand he spread her legs wide, leaning in to run his tongue along Sakura's own; his other hand coming forward to rub the lubricant all over her pussy, deep into the folds, and even within her, too.

Sakura broke the kiss, asking, "What is that?"

He plucked a shoulder, rubbing the remaining down his cock before he quickly stripped himself of his clothes, "It's just lube—but it also has stuff that heightens your experience. It makes you more sensitive to things and makes the orgasm more intense."

Sakura nodded, marveling at the muscle of his back and glutes when he turned to grab the sex toys. He neared, commanding, "Hands and knees."

Obediently Sakura moved to the center of the bed, excitement simmering in the pit of her stomach. This man had made her come at least four times in less than an hour, and she knew whatever he had planned was going to be good—even if she was just slightly nervous.

A kiss was planted on Sakura's spine, a big hand running over the globe of her behind, "If at any point you want to stop, say ramen and we will."

"Ramen," Sakura managed to giggle, her laughter dying off when an arm hooked under her and pulled her closer; the hot head of his cock now bobbing along her cheeks, the feel of silicone along her thigh.

Another kiss on the back of her shoulder, the sound of humming filling the room. Sakura felt Kakashi's hand guide her top half down to where her face was against the bed, ass high in the air. The hitachi wand wiggling between her legs to nestle perfectly in between her thighs; vibrating against her clit, causing her to jolt. She felt something thick press into her entrance—both familiar and foreign at the same time. As her pussy spread open for the intrusion, she realized he was pressing the dildo into her; a chill wracking Sakura's body, her tender flesh contracting around the silicone member. More lubricant was applied to Sakura's ass; her body freezing when she felt the blunt head of his cock bump a place she rarely let men in.

A hand ran down her spine, Kakashi's smooth hum breaking through, "Relax...remember, we can stop this at anytime. But if you want to do this—I need you to relax."

Sakura sucked in a breath, letting it out slow and nodding; her breath hitching when she felt that par of herself begin to stretch open as he pushed in—slowly, little by little, and giving her time to breathe and adjust. With each press in, Sakura's eyes squeezed shut tighter; the stinging sensation giving way as he filled her. Minutes passed like this until he was as sheathed as he could be; his thick cock twitching inside her, Kakashi's head tipping back into a husky moan. Sakura felt her body begin to tremble at the sensation of being so full; the canals fluttering around both intrusions, her pussy clenching at the vibrations on her clit.

"Fuck," Kakashi hissed, a hand slapping her ass lightly. "Goddammit, you feel so good. Does this feel good, baby—with my two cocks deep inside you?" He pulled his hips back slightly and pressed them in; a surprised groan shuddering through Sakura, the surprise pleasure shocking her. Kakashi continued, "I want you to fuck yourself with that dildo while I fuck your ass—reach for it and fuck yourself with it."

Sakura's small hand managed to move under herself to where the base of the dildo was; gripping it and pulling it back, her hips arching back as she shoved it in. At the same time, Kakashi thrusted in her again; both bodies moaning loudly, the vibration of the hitachi wand white noise compared to their own heavy breathing. He rocked into her again and again Sakura fucked herself; crying out, her other hand gripping at the sheets with white knuckles.

He pumped, his voice molten lava in her ears, "You like this, don't you honey?" More pumps, Sakura's cry soon following. He chuckled, "Of course, you do."

As Kakashi pumped into her in cadence with Sakura thrusting the dildo, with the vibration of the wand on her clit; Sakura had never known pleasure like this. Every sacred part of her was filled to the brim, stretched tight, the skin tingling with pleasure so intense that when he began to pick up his pace, so did she. Sakura could hear Kakashi moaning as desperately as she was; she could feel his cock twitch and throb, swollen inside her. She could feel the zinging of her swollen clit each time his thrusts caused it to flick over the wand; she could feel the slick canal of her pussy clench onto the silicone member. Big hands gripped onto her hard, Sakura arching her hips back to take more of him. Taking it as a sign, the man let go—his hips snapping with heavy thrusts, his cock and the dildo jamming into spots that had Sakura's head spinning. The world began to melt around her and suddenly she was overwhelmed; her body jerking, her entire frame shaking. She was crying; sharp punctuated wails that bounced along the walls.

"Kakashi," she moaned, "I don't think I can take much more of this—it's too much."

Kakashi bent over Sakura and pulled her up slightly, changing the angle of both his cock and the dildo; the tip of the wand now pressing harshly onto her clit. Sakura's hand began to falter as her entire body began to convulse, Kakashi's voice now rough in her ears.

"You're doing such a good job, baby—you're doing so well. You can take it, your body was meant to be pleasured. Look at how good you're being—look at how well your body is accepting when I'm giving it." He thrusted hard, his left hand coming to Sakura's throat while his other arm looped around Sakura's frame. She could feel him swelling even larger inside her—she could feel as both canals of her body geared for the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced. She was blind to the world; all she could feel was him, all she could hear was him. Everything around her, everything within her, was beginning to crack; to break apart and chip away with each weighted thrust. She couldn't contain or control the angry tremor of her frame, or the cries that exploded from her. She couldn't stop gripping at his arm, holding on to him as if he were an anchor; his hand easily grabbing the dildo and rocking it into her with his own thrusts.

"Oh no," she rasped, pink face contorted, "I can't Kakashi—I can't, it's- it's too much."

"You are," he soothed, driving into her. "Every part of you so willing to receive every part of me—because you trust me. Trust me now that I'll catch you when you fall, baby—do it, and break apart. I want to see you crumble all over the place—I'll put you back together again."

Sakura was screaming; uninhibited, unleashed, and unchained. She was on the highest peak, the tallest mountain; the pinnacle of her fears, her insecurities, and her pain. The man behind her rumbled words so sweet that followed her into the abyss. Sakura's body went taut; every muscle of her frame froze and tightened almost painfully, the hard sweep of her orgasm a tornado that swept her away. She gripped the arm of the man behind her; she screamed so loud her throat rasped, her pussy clenched so violently that it jolted her every time. Every part of her broke, shattered into a million pieces and scattered; liquid running hot down her convulsing frame, her head dizzy as she sucked in a breath. In the background of her wailing she knew he was coming; gripping her tightly, bucking so strongly that she continued to fall. Her world spiraled, even as she felt him withdraw both himself and the dildo; even as the wand was turned off and moved away. She was limp, gasping for air and shaking; cradling her face and sobbing.

She was sobbing.

All her defenses, all her walls; any argument she had, any reasoning for why she refused herself happiness were stripped from her so aggressively; a band aid being ripped away. All her heartache, all her pain; the betrayal, the lies, the dismay—bubbling up and breaking out of her. She clutched her chest and sobbed, unable to fight back the surge of emotion.

He really did break her.

Behind Sakura came a soft cooing noise; big arms pulling her, a big frame cradling her to a broad chest. He began to rock her gently, kissing along her temple and cheek; soft words assuring her as she shattered in his arms.

He held her close, humming softly, "You did such a good job, baby- I'm so proud of you. Just let it out, it's okay. I'll be here to pick up your pieces."