Ticking off Sota's men had been easier than Kakashi anticipated. Unsurprisingly, the grunts were easy to trace—most of them hung around the dinger parts of Tokyo; adult-clubs, run down pubs, and sketchy clubs. Most of the time, it didn't even take force. Once of the girls would sweet talk the grunts and have them eating out of the palm of their hand, leading them into a back alley where some of the team would be waiting to bag them. From there the team would take the grunt—or grunts, depending—to the club to be interrogated. For the most part, every grunt knew about the same amount of information. They knew Sota had a place he took off to, but none of them knew where. When asked if they were instructed to hunt a pink haired woman down, they all gave the same answer: capture her if they see her doing their other assignments and deliver her to Sota ASAP. They were told to scope the streets of Tokyo, and while most of them were just looking for women or buyers; it was a special group of men who were directed to go out of their way to hunt Sakura down.
That was Sota's three main errand boys.
Another thing about grunts is that they talk pretty easily, so getting information on who Sota's main helpers are wasn't hard in the slightest; and the answers have always been consistent. Before, the team was merely tracing men they assumed could be working directly under Sota; they knew there was three of them, they just didn't know who until grunts began to crack. Hisato, Reiji, and Riichi. Hisato was a short, lima bean shaped man, but as far as they knew he did a lot of delegating between buyers, sellers, and Sota; handling all financial aspects. Reiji and Riichi were brothers; even though Riichi was two years older than Reiji, they'd be confused as twins. Both were stacked, meaty men who were tall and equally wide. Reiji was in charge of handling the women they'd take, while Riichi was considered a Repo man. He'd show up to client's doorsteps, either revoking the woman and killing the buyer; or walking out with hefty checks written out to Sota. Through most of the grunts, Sota has made it his personal goal in taking these three men off of their regular assigned jobs and tending to finding Sakura (though they obviously weren't having any luck). Once they'd get all the information they could, the team would send the grunts off to the detectives; cashing in grunt after grunt.
As soon as they got names and some general descriptions of Sota's three, the team wasted no time in narrowing down where these men were and how often. They knew because they were together on a generalized mission it wouldn't be easy to pick them off, but if they could figure out where each one went on their own time then maybe they'd have some luck. In the time they've been doing all this grunt work, it's taken about the two full weeks that Sakura's been at his house—so they felt like they were making good timing, in a sense. While most of the team worried about keeping her away from home for too long, Kakashi secretly didn't mind the notion.
In the time that he's really got to spend with Sakura, he's learned a lot about her. For one, Sakura has a strict nighttime regime that, after Ino bought the right stuff, she'd always do in a specific order despite if it were really late or she was really hurting. He learned that she was really inquisitive, she wanted to know everything about whatever topic, down to the very slightest detail. She was way sassier than he had anticipated, but it only served to draw him in more to her. He found himself looking forward to coming home to one of her smartass quips after a tough job. He loved how independent she was, and also how the more she opened up to him; she was expressive to a fault, which made him understand why she closes up the way she does. He admired her sense of pride, her sense of humor, and her heart. Behind that tough, unbreakable steel wall was a very tender, soft, and sultry woman. He was granted more and more glimpses of that woman, gleaming in her green eyes and flashing a brilliant smile at him. He loved how messy her hair looked in the mornings, and he loved how her long legs managed to get tangled with his when they fell asleep. He loved the way she always grasped her coffee cup with both hands and inhaled the aroma every time before she'd take a sip. He loved how her smell had permeated his entire household; bed, sheets, pillows, shirts—and even his own hair and skin sometimes. He wanted to bury his nose into her flesh and inhale as deep as he possibly could.
There was a lot of things he wanted to do.
The optimistic man in him would say that he's the master of control, and that there's not a single thing out there that could break his iron-will. The realist in him said that he's barely managed to get by with the skin of his teeth. If anyone was going to break him, it was undoubtedly Sakura—and gods damn Ino for buying those fucking PJ's. There was nothing necessarily sexy about the articles of clothing themselves, they were just thin pajama shorts. But when Sakura wore them, her long legs became unendingly long. The thin fabric curved over the globe of her ass like a second skin; stretched tight like the stitching could tear apart any minute. When she wore jeans, she had an impressively nice ass. When she wore those fucking pjs, it nearly became too much for him to handle. He'd find himself staring for way too long, following the sway of her hips back and forth like a grandfather clock if she'd walk to go do something. What's worse, is in the instances that he has very gladly taken into heavy petting with Sakura—he could smell her arousal past the thin veil of those shorts and it only served to drive him wilder. Nothing ever distracted him from a job at hand, however he found thinking back to Sakura more often than not on a job. He wanted nothing more than to just ravish her completely, to give her the passion and desire she'd been robbed of. He wanted to be the name off of her lips, he wanted to be on her, attached to her, over her, in her, around her, witnessing her; when she jumped off the brink of desire and let herself fall into the mulled depths. He wanted to watch her face when it happened, knowing he was the reason it was happening. He wanted to take her to new heights, push her further than she's ever been made to go before. He wanted to see the woman she had been hiding for so long—he wanted to be the one she wholly reveals herself to, and opens herself up to.
But she was still hurt.
At least, that's what he thought.
Sakura has done a lot of healing in the short amount of time; the way she was able to roll her body over his this morning was proof enough of that. Even though he was with Kiba, Shika, Shino, and Lee today following one of Riichi's apparent "midnight women" he visits often—he couldn't get Sakura off of his mind. He wasn't necessarily out of it, but it was still noticeable among the other men. They had followed the woman—Kami—all over the shadier parts of Tokyo. She had stopped at several apartments, no doubt doing what was in her job description. They then followed her to a small meat market, a clothing store, a beauty salon; and were now sitting in the car outside another different apartment waiting for her to come out. Several hours of silence passed between the men before Shikamaru was the first to speak up.
"Should we stop here?" Shika suggested, turning his attention from the apartment to Kakashi who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"They could have paid for extra time," Kakashi mused out loud.
"She could be holding out," Shino added from the back seat. "Even if she didn't see us, she was shifty to begin with."
"Could be a family member?" Lee piped up, bushy brows pulled down in earnest. "It's still just barely the evening, the sun hasn't even set so she wouldn't be doing any real work."
"She did real work in the morning," Shika countered. "From what we know, the pimp she works for has a strict time regime with his women. Most clients are really granted only an hour and some change—then they've got to move onto the next client. Whoever is here has to be someone she knows. Whether or not it's a family member, we don't know. We'll have to do some research on who lives here to find out if any of them have a connection with her. If we can figure out what she does on a day to day basis and get her alone to ask about Riichi without her freaking out—we will. If we have to use leverage, like whoever lives here, we will. It's just a matter of finding out."
"I don't think we should resort to leverage," Kiba interjected. "She's a prostitute, right? Why not just pay her for the information."
Shikamaru gazed at Kiba through the rearview mirror, "Are you going to dole out your own money for it?"
"No," Kiba cut in an irritated tone. "We can just ask Tsunade for the funding."
"She's not going to fund that," Kakashi retorted coolly. "We are five men very capable of just seducing the answer out of her, in Tsunade's eyes."
"I'm not seducing a prostitute," Kiba growled.
"It might be easier than the other two options," Shino remarked evenly. "Isolating her seems impossible, just from the time we've been following her she's never been alone. Using leverage may send her running into the arms of Riichi if she feels threatened. Maybe seduction is the most successful route."
"Seduction it is," Kakashi grinned, leaning back to glance around at the other men. "Let's take a vote. Shika?"
"Kiba," Shika immediately answered.
Kakashi pointed at Lee, "Cast your vote."
Rock Lee glanced over at Kiba before giving a curt nod, "Kiba."
"Shino?" Kakashi goaded.
"Kiba." Shino remarked simply.
Kakashi didn't even try to fight back the impish smile on his face, "I'll take Kiba, for 500, Alex."
Kiba gawked, tossing his head between the men, "What?! Why me? You didn't even let me vote-"
"It's four against one, I don't think your vote counts," Shikamaru stated, pulling out his phone to snap a picture of the complex name before starting the car and revving off.
"You're all being assholes," Kiba grumbled. "Besides, she's a prostitute—how could I possibly seduce her? Without her expecting money."
"She's still a woman," Shino rebuked, staring out the window. "Women like to be wooed. It'll be your job to make her feel like she's the only woman in the world so she'll open up about Riichi."
"I'm not one for wooing, one," Kiba held up a meaty finger. "Two, if anyone can get a woman to open up, why not enlist Kakashi for this job? He seems to get even the most complicated women figured out, apparently."
Shikamaru scoffed, "I'm sorry, but as good of an idea as that is because—let's admit it—Kakashi is good at getting enemy women to talk; he's no good to us right now."
Kakashi started, still grinning, "One, I'm offended. Two, how I am no good to the team right now? Are we not kicking ass at narrowing Sota down?"
"That's not what I meant," Shikamaru cut, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the notion that he had to explain himself. "Until you get a little action from Sakura, you're no good as far as tactics with any other woman goes. You're all wound up, we all know it—I'm just saying it."
"That's fair," Kakashi shrugged. Shika was right, his head wouldn't be in the game even in the slightest; which was off for Kakashi. His entire thought process had been ultimately consumed by Sakura—though he wasn't sure one romp would end that any time soon. Even with thoughts of her body on his mind, he equally thought over her safety. Who was going to help watch her when, what would happen when she goes back to work at the hospital. It was only a matter of time until Sota eventually caught on his men were being ticked off—what would his next plan of action be, then? Despite the sight of her gasping when he squeezed her played on repeat in his head; the other thoughts would never settle until Sota was taken care of for good.
"When's the last time you got laid?" Kiba blurted, leaning over to look at Kakashi. "You usually slept around once a week."
"Kiba, do you have a journal in which you aggressively jot down my sex life?" Kakashi jeered.
"No," Kiba scoffed arrogantly. "But we're all around each other enough to know what goes on with the other—you know that. You're just really weird and secretive about your sex life, is all."
"Me being private about what I do behind closed doors is not weird."
"Mh," Kiba grunted. "Imagine our shock when we hear all about it from women you've fucked hanging around the club, and naturally they'd talk to Ino; the BIGGEST big mouth that has ever existed. She tells us, and then we all know. So, it's not a secret—not really."
"Okay," Kakashi sang. "Let me re-word it. I don't feel the need to boast because I have nothing to prove to anyone."
"We get it," Shika sighed, seemingly bored, "Your dick is big, next."
"So?" Kiba pressed. "When's the last time you've gotten any action? Have you and Sakura even done anything?"
"You're weirdly obsessed with my having sex," Kakashi observed with a suspicious squint of his eyes.
"No, I'm obsessed with the fact that our best ladies' man can't do his job because he's got balls so swollen and blue they're obscuring his vision."
"That'd be interesting..." Lee remarked with a chuckled, tugging the wraps to tighten around his hand.
"So?" Kiba was now exclaiming, hands braced on either front seat and leaning forward.
Kakashi deadpanned, "Let it go."
"I don't understand why you're so weird about it, we're all dudes here," Kiba scowled.
"Kiba, I don't know why you haven't gotten it, yet." Shika chuckled, shaking his head.
Kiba blanked, "What? Get what?"
"It's obvious he hasn't slept around since he met Sakura. I'll admit, you're still Kakashi but you're just...wound up. I've never seen you like this," Shika conceded, glancing over at a grinning Kakashi.
"FOUR MONTHS? That's like—ten years for you!" Kiba balked, eyes wide.
"Do you really think I'm going to sleep around when I'm trying to win someone over?" Kakashi inquired, arching one silver eyebrow.
"Well, no...I guess not, but...I just thought that you two had...you know, got down and dirty already."
Kakashi shook his head, "No sir, we have not. Sakura is like a guitar...you can't just grab her, strum her, and hope for the best. You've got to hold her, make sure she fits and she's comfortable in your arms. Then, you've got to tune her—and carefully, too. You don't want to make the strings too tight or too loose. Then, when everything comes together—when she's fine-tuned and warm in your hands—then, then you strum and make beautiful music."
All of the men grimaced, except for Lee who was staring at Kakashi with wide-eyed admiration—as if the man was reciting poetry.
"Ugh," Kiba sneered. "Don't ever say some gushy shit like that in front of me again."
"Hmph. Reason why I'm the ladies' man, and you're not, Kiba," Kakashi smiled haughtily.
"Sure," Kiba growled, staring straight ahead, bracing himself when Shikamaru pulled into the club parking lot.
The men piled out of the car, walking in the back entrance of the club and making their way down to the safe house where Tsunade was waiting for their report. When Kakashi reached the safe house, he noted right away Tsunade standing over the table; squinting at pictures and scribbling on a sheet of paper. Her blonde head shot up when the men walked in; honey-brown eyes rolling, glancing back down at the picture in her and hand pointing her free hand at her desk. "Report," she commanded shortly.
"On it," Shikamaru drawled, pulling a sheet of paper off of her desk and ambling over to the couch. He set the sheet of paper down on the coffee table and began filling out the report with thin eyebrows drawn.
Kiba made his way to the fridge, pulling out a beer and popping the tab. He took a long sip, exhaling loudly when he pulled the can away, "Ah, Tsunade. We figured out how we can get Kami to talk about Riichi. What we need, however, is some funding to pay her off and-"
"Liar, don't listen to him," Lee interjected with a pointed finger. "We all decided that seduction would be a better route."
"Seduction is the best route," Tsunade mumbled, both hands now braced on the kitchen table. "Whose going to do the job?"
"Kiba," Kakashi answered from the wall behind her desk.
"I'm not seducing her," Kiba rebutted, taking another swig of his beer.
"Kiba, yes you are," Tsunade retorted dully. "Everyone here has done seduction jobs besides you. You did one, and failed to the point we had to throw Lee in to help you."
"Tch," Kiba scoffed. "I failed because she hated animals? I can't get jiggy with that shit!"
"It doesn't matter if her moral compass didn't align with yours," Tsunade bit, lifting her head to glare at him. "It's seduction, just go along with whatever-the-fuck they say—you're supposed to get them to like you and trust you; not the other way around. Shouldn't you be filling out a report?"
"Shika is filling out the report," Kiba sighed. "I don't see why we all have to."
"Stop being disagreeable," Tsunade sighed back. "Just fucking do it."
"Anyways," Kakashi kicked himself off of the wall, weaving his way around the couch and placing a foot on the stairs. "I'm going to go relieve Gaara. I'm sure Sakura is doing fine, but..." Kakashi peered off into the short distance. "I worry about that guy, sometimes. He's probably over it by now."
"Probably," Tsunade echoed. "Unless you're Naruto or Lee, he doesn't really care."
"Not as much, anyways," Lee added, leg hiked on the coffee table as he leaned over to stretch.
"What about your report?" Tsunade very nearly barked.
"I'll do it, I'll do it," Kakashi waved over his shoulder, halfway up the stairs and heading out when she shouted after him.
He was lying.
He almost never did those fucking things.
Lucky for him, they got done with the job pretty early, so Kakashi felt almost giddy being able to go home to see Sakura. It's not that he didn't trust Gaara—if he didn't he would of never allowed the man to watch over her—but he knew the man's patience was incredibly thin with people he hardly knew. While he was genuinely kind under his asshole exterior, it was only with those he's formed a bond with. Otherwise, other people were typically a waste of his time and he never cared to get to know them, not really. He figured Sakura would be fine, even if the conversation became awkward or uncomfortable; Gaara was one of the best ninja's he knew. He was quick on his feet, strong, smart, and analytical. Nothing escaped the man's notice—and while no one could seem to get past his defense in a fight, it took Lee's Taijutsu to finally break past the man. Sakura was in safe hands.
More than anything, he wanted to hold her in his arms again just to press his mouth tight against her full lips. He wanted to have some time with her before the whole team arrived—maybe drink some tea and watch more dramas. He felt in some relationships, each person felt like they had to say something or do something all the time to impress the other. He didn't feel that way with Sakura. Lounging on the couch with her, sprawled out and staring at the TV with the random comment here or there—felt more than natural. There was no pressure, he didn't feel the need to force conversation with her; it just happened. He loved her pink head on his shoulder, or her petite feet in his lap with her head propped up on the pillow across from him. She looked right at home, right in his space; he'd be lying if he said it didn't bother him when she moves back into her apartment. Obviously, she's allowed back to her own space, he would never expect her to stay; but it didn't change the notion that he'd feel a little empty without her in his bubble. He'd become so accustomed to it in the short amount of time, considering he never allowed a woman to be ingrained into his day to day as Sakura was. Her presence was comforting, intimate, and natural.
She was becoming everything he had longed for.
Kakashi took the long way to the house, consistently making sure no one was following him. After an hour of careful driving—taking the long way home doubled the time to get there—he was more than elated to be pulling into the dense green of his driveway. When he walked into the house, the double glass sliding door to the balcony was open, and Gaara stood outside against the door; smoking and peering out into the distance. Kakashi paused in the living room, glancing around, "How's it going, Gaara my sandy dandy."
Gaara glanced at Kakashi from the corner of his eye, "Good. You're back early."
"The target we were following was pretty simple, we've got a potential lead on how to get her to talk."
"One step closer," Gaara commented uniformly, turning his attention back to the landscape in front of him. "You chose a good place to hide out. I almost got lost finding my way here."
"That's the idea," Kakashi nodded. "Where's Sakura?"
"The bedroom," he replied, taking a long drag of his cigarette and flicking the ash away.
"Is she okay?"
Another long drag, "I don't know, Kakashi. I'm not her keeper. She seemed fine; she was pretty distracted all day. She couldn't carry a full conversation to save her life," Gaara turned his head slightly, a small grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. "I see what you mean about her not being an easy egg to crack."
"You can say that again. She'll get you to crack before you even manage to get an inkling of anything personal out of her," Kakashi chuckled, turning to drift towards the bedroom.
Gaara snorted a low chuckle, leaning his head back against the door; saying nothing.
Making his way down the hall, Kakashi began to wonder why Sakura had shut herself in the bedroom. Had Gaara really been that boring? Pushy? She was tired this morning, so maybe she was just napping, though it was unlike her to hide herself away when someone was over. She typically felt so bad for everyone having to watch after her that, she felt obligated to stay out with them despite how tired she had been in the beginning. Maybe she did take his advice after all that no one will be offended if she goes to lay down. It was only when just five feet from the bedroom door that he heard it; it was faint, he knew Gaara couldn't hear it from where he was, but being this close Kakashi could.
It sounded like remnants of the same raspy moan he'd heard Sakura make before.
He froze, carefully deliberating the situation.
Maybe she was sleeping, and she was just having a nightmare. He didn't want to assume the nastiest first, though he couldn't help that his first thought went there. He shook his head, clearing it and willing himself to think outside his dick. He reached a big hand out for the doorknob—freezing just two inches away from the silver bulb when he heard another one.
No one was in the room with her. Gaara was down in the living room.
She was definitely doing something.
Without a second thought Kakashi turned deftly on his heels, advancing to Gaara who was now picking up the remote to turn the TV on. Kakashi laid a hand on Gaara's shoulder, smiling at him brightly, "Gaara, do me a favor and leave for an hour or so."
Gaara blinked, "Uh...I was planning on staying here for the party."
"Well, we need drinks for tonight anyways, so," Kakashi dug for his wallet, pulling out a wad of money and slapping it in Gaara's palm. "Grab as many drinks as this'll buy. Just, you know—take your time."
The confused glaze in Gaara's eyes cleared, his next blink knowing as his lips turned up in another slight smirk, "Sure, I think I have something I've got to do, anyways."
Kakashi winked, "Thanks."
Once Gaara was out of the front door, Kakashi whipped around and strode his way down the hall—pausing in front of the door. From behind it, there was complete silence and he started to worry. Did she hear him coming in? She had to of heard him talk to Gaara, he didn't make any attempts at lowering his voice. Five minutes passed of silence and Kakashi figured that whatever Sakura had been doing—and he had a pretty good idea—she must be done now. Assuming it was safe, Kakashi turned the knob and stepped into the bedroom.
It was 100%, without a single doubt...not safe.
Perched on her knees on top of the bed was Sakura in nothing but a black bra covered in red lace roses and black panties with minimal lace. She was leaning back, left hand wrapped around her left ankle behind her. Her hair was up in a high bun with small pink waves curling themselves down at the sides and around her nape. Her head was tossed back, eyes squeezed shut and brows pulled down tight; focusing on her right hand that was down the front of her panties. From his angle, he could clearly see the dramatic curve of her behind; the way the muscles there flexed when she rocked her hips forward into her hand. The sight was more erotic than when he had run into her in the shower completely naked. She was sprawled across his bed touching herself, for Christ's sake. The room smelled like her, and it was enough to intoxicate him. Her heavy pant became a terrified gasp when she turned to see him walk in. Sakura yelped, falling back on the bed and scooting all the way to the head board to frantically kick the blanket up; wiggling under it rapidly and pulling the blanket over her head completely.
Kakashi felt his jaw clench.
If his resolve wasn't already weakened, it was nearly shattering now.
By the look on her face, she had been close; he had rudely walked in and interrupted her. Under the blankets, he knew Sakura's face had to be a burning scarlet red, but her embarrassment was the last thing on his mind. Kakashi wasn't humiliated in the slightest; he wasn't weirded out, or even upset that she was doing it with Gaara just down in the living room. His mind became hyper focused on one thing and one thing only: seeing Sakura fall over the edge.
He was going to be the one to push her, too.
Kakashi ambled his way to the foot of the bed, tugging the blanket that was fisted tight in her hands. When he tugged, she held on tight; refusing to give him even an inch. Kakashi tugged at the blanket lightly again, "Sakura, is there a reason you were straddled on my bed in just a bra and panties?"
"Just please leave me alone," Sakura lamented from under the blanket.
"I think that's the last thing you want me to do," he retorted obscurely.
"You know what, fine," she bit sharply. "I'll leave."
Abruptly Sakura shot up, tossing the blanket off of her body and swinging her legs over the side of the bed; marching her way off to the restroom. Kakashi turned, his body following Sakura as she walked past him and his hand reaching out for her wrist; gently pulling her back to his body with his arm crossed over her torso to encircle her, her back against his chest. The nearly naked curves of her body felt so good against his, her round ass pressed tight against his hips. He dipped his head, whispering in Sakura's ear, "If I didn't know any better, it's as though you wanted me to catch you."
"No," Sakura ground out through gritted teeth, flexing her hands. "Not my intention. You got me all worked up this morning, I didn't think you were going to be back until six, and I thought that I could be quick about it." She shifted her stance as she spoke, her curves rubbing across the front of his body that caused him to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from unhinging himself.
Kakashi grinned, "Nothing about what you were doing looked quick...Not that it's any of my business, but why are you clad in just underwear? Did you just decide 'fuck clothes' today?"
"It's not any of your business," Sakura growled, trying to wiggle her way out of his hold. Kakashi could see her cheeks burning a deep red, and her skin felt just as hot as her face looked; still, he kept his arms around her, allowing her no room for escape.
"You are feisty this evening," Kakashi muttered against her shoulder, planting a soft kiss there and feeling Sakura stiffen in his arms. Even with as far as they've come, it wasn't a surprise to him that she still manages to shut him off. What was different is that he's learned how to get her to open up again, and it was tenderly. He ran his nose along her skin, inhaling deeply and kissing the top of her shoulder when he reached there. "I'm going to use my mighty fine deducing skills and say you were showering?"
Sakura snorted, "Mighty fine?"
"Mmmh, mmmhmm," he nodded slowly. "You smell like that lotion you rub on, and you only put it on after you shower. Your hair is up in a cute bun, you've got on...some clothes, anyways. You were getting ready for tonight and I guess you got...sidetracked?" He kissed the nape of her neck, rubbing his lips up and down the spine bone there.
"What's your end game, detective?" Sakura inquired, sucking in a breath full of air when he scraped his teeth over her left shoulder.
"No end game, Sakura," Kakashi replied peacefully. "I just happen to be incredibly nosey, tell me to fuck off whenever." He repeated the action on her right shoulder, this time taking her skin between his lips and tugging up to drag his teeth there. He felt Sakura flinch under him, shifting her stance again and warranting him a small shudder. Kakashi repeated this action from her shoulder to halfway up her neck, leaving circular red spots in his wake.
"Yes," Sakura finally sighed in defeat. "I was getting ready and I got sidetracked."
"So you don't want me to fuck off?" Kakashi chuckled lowly.
Sakura snorted, but said nothing; instead she tilted her head to the side more, granting Kakashi more access to her neck.
"What distracted you?" Kakashi sought, happily taking advantage of the extended expanse of skin and pressing his lips there.
"I already told you," she replied stubbornly.
"Mmm-mm, nope—you just said I got you worked up, but if I recall that was this morning and—in my defense- I was merely making sure you were feeling better," he retorted smoothly. "So it must have been something else that distracted you. I just want to know what it was, that's all."
"You are nosey," she admonished. "And yes—that was this morning, but what got me sidetracked was exactly what happened this morning."
"So, that's it, then? You were just replaying this morning's events in your head?"
"Sort of, yeah," Sakura muttered, closing her eyes and leaning back into him some when he began to suck the soft skin on her neck. "I was...I was just thinking of what would have happened next..."
"Ah, I see," he commented after plucking his mouth from her neck. "What happened next?"
"You can't be serious," she mouthed, eyes opening to peer at Kakashi from the corner.
"Dead serious," he responded evenly, the hand that was across her body folding around the dip of her waist while the other lifted her right arm and held it outright; trailing small kisses down the length of her arm and back up to the side of her neck he'd been neglecting. Kakashi chose a spot directly in the middle of the side of her neck and began to nibble there; taking the skin and sucking hard.
"Stop teasing me," Sakura mumbled.
"I'll stop when you tell me what happened next," Kakashi acknowledged sternly. "Otherwise, I can stay here all night and tease you to death; don't tempt me."
"You just want to hear me talk dirty."
"Sue me," he smirked, pulling up her other arm and mimicking the same process; nipping over the fading red spots he had left just minutes ago, reveling in the fact that she looked damn good with his love marks on her alabaster skin. "Are you going to keep stalling, or should I just continue to torture you?"
Sakura huffed heavily, casting Kakashi a withering glance before closing her eyes. "Well, we kept kissing..."
"I'd hope so."
"...and my leg was around your waist..."
"I remember," he egged, taking her earlobe in his mouth and nibbling.
"Your hands were all over my body..."
Kakashi ran his nose between her shoulder blades, "Where were my hands at?" He raised his hands up, hovering over her and waiting.
"Um..." she paused, her breath hitching when he bit down on the nook between her neck and shoulder; being sure to drag his teeth across her skin slowly as his mouth closed. "Kakashi, I can't focus."
"Where were my hands?" he repeated darkly, ignoring the twitch in his cock when Sakura began to fidget in his arms.
"They were...um," she gulped, giving her head a small shake. "One arm was still wrapped around me..."
"Mmh," he grunted. "We need to do this right."
"What?"
Without responding to Sakura, Kakashi turned her around until she was facing him, and when he saw the lusty haze in her emerald depths his jaw clenched and he groaned inwardly. Sakura had very light make up on, in the same manner she wore the night he saw her at the club. Her lashes were long, curled, and darkened into a sexy wing; while her eyeliner fanned out at the corners of her eyes, elongating them and making her eyes stand out even more than they already did. The bra accented her perky breasts wonderfully; the supple flesh filling the cups and very nearly pouring over. Kakashi repeated what he had done this morning, and hiked her right leg over his hip. He curled his left arm around her to hold her close, tucking his head when Sakura raised her arms to loop behind his neck. He kissed her pink lips until he had to break away for air. "Where was my other hand?" He muttered, breathless, pulling her in close with his left arm.
"I-uh...I don't want to say..." she stammered, cheeks reddening and dipping her head. "You might think it's...weird...I don't know."
"I'll be the judge of that," he mumbled, kissing the hollow of her neck and up; causing her to tilt her lowered head back up. "Where was my other hand?"
"It was..." Sakura closed her eyes and blew out a breath of air. He wondered why after her bold actions this morning she was feeling so timid, but then again, he did catch her in a very personal moment; so he didn't doubt she still felt mortified. "Your hand was...in between my legs..."
Oh.
Fuck.
Kakashi froze, his free hand flat against her taunt stomach, "Sounds like you skipped second base completely."
Sakura blushed, moving to try to detangle herself from him, "I knew you'd think it was weird."
Kakashi tightened his hold on her, pulling her leg tighter around his waist and pinning it there, "No, not weird. Hot. But I also feel like most people do everything else leading up to that...Tell me, where did this little day dream end?"
Sakura plucked a shoulder, "It didn't end with anything in particular..."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," she huffed. "That once I thought about your hand there, I just started...you know, touching myself."
"Let me get this straight," Kakashi began, kissing along her collarbone. "You didn't even imagine us having sex...you were getting off on the idea of my simply touching you there."
"Why must you spell it out," she growled. "Yes."
Kakashi nodded, "So, when you were touching yourself—you were imagining me touching you, and your little hand was supposed to be my hand."
"Yes." She remarked simply.
Though he kept his composure on the outside, internally the man wanted nothing more than to toss this woman on the bed and make her scream. The possessive man in him loved that she was imagining his hands on her body, parts of him pleasing her. It told him she felt as consumed by him as he was equally consumed by her. She was admitting her desire, and seeing those full lips shape to say it was a sight he'd burn into his mind forever.
"Did you finish?" He pressed, using his fingertips to trace small patterns on her stomach.
"Uh...I'm sorry?" She leveled her gaze with his. "When you walked in...?"
Kakashi nodded, a small grin tugging at his lips when her stomach would twitch under his touch.
"No..."
"Well, then that's something we'll have to fix," he began to lower his hand, still tracing figure eight patterns with all five of his fingertips. "Was it good? My imaginary touch, I mean—was it good?"
Sakura swallowed, her emerald eyes widening and her pupils dilating, "I...I mean, yeah...What- what are you doing?" Her small hand caught his wrist when his fingers danced just an inch above her panties and tried to tug it up; but he kept his hand firm in place, moving neither up her torso or down.
Kakashi flashed a smile at Sakura, "What do you think I'm doing, Usagi?"
"I thought that we couldn't...That we weren't..."
"Sex doesn't involve what I plan to do to you right now," he grinned wickedly. "I don't need to fuck you to have you coming all over me."
Sakura's cheeks deepened in color, but she lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes, "You sound so confident...I've also never met anyone who likes to talk dirty."
"That's because I am confident," he very nearly beamed. "As for the dirty talk, well...that's barely scratching the surface. Now, tell me—does this hurt?" The hand that was on Sakura's stomach ghosted over to where her healing stab wounds were, and began to draw a faint circle around them; applying slight pressure.
Sakura shook her head, "No, it doesn't hurt. It's just really sensitive."
"I'll be careful, but try not to writhe around so much," Kakashi placed his fingertips right above her panties again, flexing his fingers out wide when he'd move away and then coming to a point the closer he got to the lacy edge. "Now," he planted a quick kiss. "Let's see if there's anywhere else you're really sensitive..." His fingertips strummed the edge of her panties, lightly plucking at the fabric before he trailed back up several inches; moving a little lower each time his fingers came back down. He molded his mouth to hers, slipping his tongue past her lips and over hers.
The lower his fingers got to her pubic area, the more Sakura began to tremble in his arms; pulling herself in tighter to him and kissing him back with equal eagerness. Fingers travelled deftly over the leg wrapped around his waist, flexing over her kneecap, and tickling their way up her inner thigh; pausing just before the apex between her legs. His hand hovered in that one spot while his lips worked their way over her face, nipping down her neck, from one shoulder to the other before placing soft kisses down the valley of her breasts. Sakura's breath became slightly labored, her milky chest rising and falling with each breath she drew; serving to only tempt him more. Using the tip of his tongue, he traced the round curves of her left breast that was spilling out of the bra; warranting him a breathy gasp from Sakura. He repeated the action to the other side, nibbling on the swollen flesh and chuckling when Sakura arched back so far she nearly toppled out of his hold. Using his right arm to brace her, Kakashi hooked Sakura's other leg around his waist; holding her up and taking small steps backwards until his calves hit the bed. Carefully, he sank down; making sure to scoot back so Sakura could balance on him while his feet were still flat on the floor.
Kakashi ran his hands up her arms, spanning his fingers over her back, and drifting them down her sides. Being in this position, Sakura was sat tight in his lap with her legs spread out beside him and hooking at the knees behind him. She was straightened, her small hands holding his face as her kisses grew hungrier by the second. He smoothed his hands along her inner thighs, pinching the tender skin there so she'd spread them wider apart. Breaking the kiss, he raked his eyes over the image before him; Sakura's eyes were darkened with desire, her skin was flushed and hot, her hands were roving over his torso, and her thighs were straddling his lap widely. With her legs spread open for his viewing pleasure, his eyes settled on the target of his intended attention. The black laced panties didn't do much to cover her sex, and he could see the impression of her body through the panties; all he wanted to do was place his mouth there and taste her. More than that, he had the primal urge to hear her cry out; Sakura had really only been sighs, gasps, and quiet moans. A part of him felt that maybe she was holding back, and he made it his personal mission to get her as loud as possible. His left hand cupped itself over the globe of her ass in gruff squeezes while his right hand honed in on where the most heat was radiating off of her body. Kakashi placed the pad of two of his fingers lightly on her entrance, letting out a hiss between his teeth when he felt proof of desire soaked through her panties and even on the innermost part of her thighs. He applied light pressure, loving the way her breath hitched and held.
"You are literally drenched," he muttered huskily, removing his left hand from her behind up her back to unclasp her bra. "I want you to cover me in your juices—I want to drink you up, Sakura. I want to devour you, little bunny. You smell so good, you just have no idea how-" His sentence trailed off when Sakura shrugged off her bra; revealing twin perky breasts. The fingers that were pressed at her entrance began to trail their way up her cleft over the panties; pausing when he felt two very hard, what felt like small balls, stacked about an inch apart. Using the tip of his forefinger, he jerked the lower ball up; leaning back and observing the way Sakura's body jolted as she let out a small yelp before freezing completely.
Kakashi gasped, glancing up to look into green, shell-shocked eyes. "Sa-"
"Oh, no," she whispered.
"-ku-"
"Fuck," she hissed, trying to wiggle backwards away from him.
"-ra-" he finished, astonished. "You didn't tell me you had a piercing, down here, no less." He ran two fingers up and down, applying more pressure with each swipe.
"I can't believe I forgot..." she muttered, using her palms to push herself away from Kakashi.
Kakashi tightened his hold on her with his left arm, still applying gradual pressure to her burning sex with his other hand. Sakura's brows were pulled in tight, her expression appeared as though she was ashamed and she vehemently tried to wriggle her way out of his hold. "No, ma'am," Kakashi hummed deep within his chest. "You're not running away from me."
Suddenly, Sakura shot straight up; her feet on either side of Kakashi, wobbling as she tried to gain her balance. Kakashi raised his hands, gripping her hips and stilling her wobbling form. She raised her arms as if to cover her chest, her entire face a deep, burning red. She tried to step back, but Kakashi kept her in place; instead pressing open-mouthed kisses up her left leg. "Where do you think you're going?" he growled against her skin, peering up into jade depths.
"It's humiliating..." she rasped.
Kakashi shook his head, kissing along the other thigh, "It's far from humiliating. I happen to find it very exotic."
She snorted and shook her head, uncertainty dancing in her gaze.
"You prefer action, I get it," he asserted, shifting to where he was now kneeling on his knees before her. "Let me prove it to you—just how much I love everything about your body."
"I don't think you unders-" Sakura's words were cut off with a soft wail when Kakashi's mouth closed over her cloth covered sex.
He ran his pliable muscle up from her weeping entrance to the very top ball of her piercing and back down again. Sakura let out a low groan from her throat, her knees buckling slightly and Kakashi had to grip onto her hips tighter to keep her from falling. The lace of her panties felt rough against his tongue, and he wanted nothing more than to feel the soft folds of her skin. Abruptly he pulled back, hooking his fingers in the panties and tugging them down in one swift motion; greeted by a patch of downy pink hair. "You know, I used to never care for the color pink until I met you," he grinned, grabbing her right ankle and propping her foot up on his right shoulder; exposing more of her to him. He folded his hands over the backs of her hips, thumbs pressing into the dips in the front to keep her stable. Kakashi could feel his mouth water, and whatever rationality he had seemed to be replaced by the pure primal need to taste this woman—to consume her in every which way possible. Dark, heavy-lidded eyes gazed up from where he was at Sakura, and she was looking down at him; biting down heavily on her lip. "I'm going to eat your sweet little pussy up, okay Usagi?"
Before Sakura could answer, Kakashi drug his tongue on the outside of her mound; delving deeper and deeper within her folds with each new drag. Sakura moaned loudly, the leg she was standing on beginning to shake under his ministration. Her hands moved to the top of his head, fisting in thick silver locks and tugging as she rolled her hips forward and arched her torso back. Her breathing above him came in quick succession, and when he latched onto her clit and sucked in rapid pulses; he watched Sakura's face crumple and her head toss back with another throaty cry. He brought up his hand, tracing her entrance in small tight circles. Her hips started to rock against his face, and he went back to exploring her pussy with his tongue; leaving so centimeter of skin untouched. The feel of her piercing on his tongue furthered his excitement, and he closed his lips over the lower ball and her clit; tugging the piercing up hard at the same time he sucked. Sakura let out a heavier cry, her honey leaking out of her body, down her thighs, down his hand, and spreading on Kakashi's face. This only fueled him; this paired with the hard way Sakura was thrusting her sex against his face and tongue drove him wild. He was being face-fucked by one of the most beautiful women in the world, and he was going to make sure she understood the full effect of his dedication.
The finger that was tracing her opening pushed in; and they both moaned out loud. Her body was hot, liquid heat; his engorged cock longing to be the finger that was pressed deep within her. Sakura thrust her hips down, dragging up his finger and her walls clenching when he thrust it back in. Her sex was so tight around his digit, the velvet walls contracting when he tugged on Sakura's clit with a subtle graze of his teeth. He removed his mouth from her dripping core, knocking her leg off of his shoulder, and putting a pert, rosy nipple in his mouth. Sakura moaned, hips still rocking against his finger and arching back with just his arm to keep her up. He tugged at the bud, sucking hungrily while he pulled his digit out of her canal to slowly thrust in a second one; her insides instantly sucking his fingers in. He crooked his fingers, thrusting them into her deep and slow while with each inward thrust tapping her g-spot in a rapid "come hither" motion. He turned his attention to the other breast, flicking her nipple with his hot tongue and loving the soft cries that were ripping themselves out of her chest. Using the pad of his thumb, he began to rub small circles over her clit; her hips eagerly following the motion with his rubs and thrusts.
He was going slow, thrusting his fingers into her hard and deep; applying more and more pressure with his thumb on her clit each time. He switched in between breasts, taking the swollen nipples in his mouth and tugging until she would shudder and cry. Despite how fast Sakura tried to rock her hips, he kept his pace; loving the way her insides fluttered around him with each movement, or how her pussy would clench if he sucked almost painfully at Sakura's nipple. Her nectar was running nonstop, all over her legs, his hand and arm, his face, and his bed—and he only wanted more of it. He wanted to drown in the ocean of Sakura's desire, knowing it was because of him. Her body was so responsive to his touch; twitching, jerking, and shuddering underneath him. Her cries were music to his ears, a tempo he wanted to rock her body to. Releasing her breast from his mouth, he sank down her body again; dragging his wet tongue along the way, stopping to swirl in her small belly button, and the distance between each hip. He ran his lips down to the pink hair between her legs, nosing it and inhaling her scent openly; kissing the top of her mound, "Your body is so fucking beautiful. You could crush my head in between your thighs and I'd die a happy man."
"Kakashi..." she breathed, her smoky voice hazed with need. "Say it again."
Kakashi buried his tongue into her wet petals, "Say what again?" He adjusted the angle of his fingers inside her, impelling her body deep and slow; adding an extra hard thrust up once his fingers were almost all the way in, and then pulling them out. He pushed in and pulled out in a wave like motion, and the way Sakura's moan became a low, heavy drag of a weighted cry told him she appreciated the gesture.
"Do you like that, Usagi?" He rumbled thickly, repeating the motion and smirking when she let out another deep moan.
"Yes," she hummed, her head lolling to the side. "Say it again...that you want to eat me up..." She was panting, eyes closed and chewing on her lip.
"Mmmhh," he plucked at her clit with his lips, rolling the swollen pearl between his lips and humming around it. He peered up at her with burning eyes, "I will eat you up. I will devour you, consume every single inch of you. I will drown in you, breathe you in, and shatter you into a million pieces. I will dominate your body, I'll make my mark all over your skin; and within you, too. You'll never want anyone else's hands on you, besides mine. I will fuck you until kingdom come, I'll fill you up, and make you forget your own name. Do you hear me, little bunny? I will consume every single part of you—all you've got to do is just ask."
With that, he latched his mouth onto her clit and began to pulse his tongue there and suck; making each thrust of his fingers harder and harder in the same motion that was making her more and more wet.
Sakura wailed, her legs tremoring and her hips rocking wantonly. He gripped her writhing form with his arm as best as he could, moving with waves of her body and never letting up. Sakura's canal began to contract around his fingers, her nipples were swollen and standing, her head was tossed back, and she was practically screaming. Her body flexed and twitched at his onslaught, her breathing started to shudder, and her hold on his hair tightened as she tried to drag her pussy across his face. Her cries filled the room, along with everything else that was Sakura.
"Oh, fuck," Sakura whimpered, one of her hands coming up to grab a handful of her breast and tugging at the nipple. "I-I think...fuck..." Her sentence broke off, her pink brows drawn down so deep in concentration she looked as though she were in pain—but he knew otherwise. Kakashi thrust his fingers in once, twice, and on the third time he hammered his fingers on her g-spot again; feeling Sakura's body snap taunt and contract around him wildly. Her entire frame began to quake aggressively, crying loudly and jerking forward as her muscles contracted as she came—hard. Kakashi continued his efforts, flicking his tongue over her sensitive bud; causing her to leap up and keen again. Juices rushed out between his fingers, leaving a trail down his arm and a wet patch by his knees. Sakura moaned deeply, collapsing over him and trembling. Kakashi removed his fingers from inside her, loving the way her body tried to resist and take him back in when he did. Watching her come undone, the crumpled expression on her face and the way her body kinked was the most beautiful thing Kakashi had ever seen. It was a sight he wanted to become addicted to, day in and day out seeking out his next fix that was Sakura's pleasure erupting. Sakura raised her head weakly, her eyes hazy and appearing star struck. Locking his onyx eyes with her, he took special care in licking her honey off of his fingers in languid strokes; sucking on the tips and humming appreciatively. He rubbed his hand down her back, closing over the globes of her ass and pulling to tuck a finger along her cleft and loving her soft tremor.
"Are you okay?" he grinned haughtily, kissing her forehead. Sakura's face had that after-orgasm glow, and Kakashi decided right then and there that he'd make it his life's goal to always have her glowing.
"I'm great," she sighed, picking herself up some. "That was..."
"I know," Kakashi interjected with a lazy roll of his wrist. "Amazing, magical, fantastic, life-changing-"
"You're arrogant," she admonished with a roll of her eyes.
"Not arrogant, Sakura. Proud. I could get face-fucked by you all day."
"Oh," she blushed, nibbling on her lower lip. "I was doing that?"
"Hell yeah you were. You were shoving your sweet little cunt all over my face—pretty hard, too. I had to strain my head just to make sure I wasn't just head butting your clit," he chuckled, moving his other hand to cup over a breast and rolling her nipple between his fingertips.
Sakura twitched, "You talk so dirty."
"You like it," he rumbled, leaning in to mold his lips over hers.
"I do," she admitted softly, kissing him back. "I also want more..."
Kakashi's brow quirked, "I can give you more, Sakura." He began to inch his mouth down her neck, taking both breasts in his hands and squeezing them together; burying his face there briefly before dipping his head lower.
"No," Sakura whispered, picking his head pack up and planting her palms flat on his chest. "I don't mean that." She pressed her palms against him until he was laid all the way back and straddling his hips. She lowered herself, pressing a long, deep kiss on his lips before sitting back up. Small, nimble fingers deftly made their way to the button of his pants; rapidly undoing them and jerking down the zipper. Kakashi reached for her wrists in attempts to stop her, but her small hand was quicker; dipping into his jeans and unearthing his hard member.
"Oh my god," she enunciated with wide eyes. "Is this really...yours?"
Kakashi simpered, "I'd hope so. It seems to be attached to me." The last part of his sentence was cut off with a hiss when she gripped his member; stroking up and down slowly.
"So it is," she mused, pumping him in long strokes.
"Sakura, what are you doing..." he drawled, willing his eyes to stay open to regard her hungry expression.
"I can't wait any longer," she groaned, pulling herself forward so his member was pressed along the cleft of her sex. She rubbed her slick nether lips against him, her liquid desire coating his pulsing cock.
Kakashi shuddered, closing his eyes and jerking his head back against the pillow, "Ah, fuck...We should wait, just until your stitches are fully healed."
"They're fine," she panted, rocking her hips against him. "I've waited too long for this."
Kakashi gripped her hips, pulling them down on him so there was more pressure each time she drug her pussy across his thick shaft. He was painfully hard, he could feel his member pulsing and twitching; longing to be buried deep inside her. The feel of her piercing pulling up against his hot flesh added to the effect; and the sight was doing things to him already. Glancing down he could see her wet folds opened up over him, sliding up and down; smearing liquid all over him. Her torso rolled with the rock of her hips, her muscles flexing and releasing with each surge. Her bun had fallen some, pink locks falling down over her shoulder with the tips teasing her rosy nipples. Her breasts jiggled each time she moved, and without so much as a second thought he reached out and grabbed one. Sakura shook, closing her eyes and letting her head roll back. Her rocking became more aggressive, her torso leaning forward so that her clit drug against his heated cock. Her breathing became rapid shallow pants, and he could see a light sheen of sweat on her body.
"Are you going to come again, little bunny?" Kakashi groaned, peering up at her pleasured grimace. "You're going to get off on grinding your wet pussy on my big cock?"
"Yes," she moaned.
"Here," he growled. "Let me help you." He reached forward, pressing his thumb on her clit and rubbing hard circles on it.
Sakura cried louder, the rocking of her hips akin to hard thrusts as he watched her crumble to pieces again. She tremored over him, her hips jerking forward over his cock as her body convulsed. Her shoulders shuddered and she moaned long and hard; twitching when she began to come down.
Kakashi couldn't handle it.
His cock was unendingly hard, covered in her desire, and he wanted to feel her come all over his dick. He shot up, kissing her wildly while he flipped her over to where she was underneath him. He bit down on her lip, sucking it hard and tugging it back with his own throaty moan when Sakura's small hand gripped his member again. His mouth moved down to lavish on her sensitive nipples, feeling her hand come up to grab the back of his head. He rocked his shaft up and down her mound, loving how slick her flesh was and how easy it was to move through her petals. He pulled back from her breasts, grabbing his cock and using the thick head to tap against her clit and reveling in the way she jerked when he did it.
"Are you sure you want this right now?" He very nearly growled, spreading her legs wider.
"You said you'd fuck me until kingdom come," Sakura murmured, trembling beneath him.
"Oh," Kakashi nodded, smiling wolfishly at her. "I'll fuck you until kingdom come. I want to feel your hot tight pussy wrapped around my cock. I want you to feel every inch of me inside you—I want to wreck you in the most delightful way possible." He grabbed her left leg and set it over his shoulder, angling her right leg out and holding her ankle. The blunt head of his dick sat at her weeping opening, barely even pushing in and still having to stretch tight to accommodate just the head.
"Wait, wait-" Sakura leaned forward, jutting a hand in between them. Her expression was slightly concerned, and she worried her lip. "Just...You're huge..,I know it's stupid, and logically it's not correct but...I'm worried it won't fit."
Kakashi moved in to kiss her passionately, exploring the cavern of her mouth with his tongue before pulling back to suck hard on her neck. Sakura shook beneath him, breathing heavily and rubbing her hands over his back. Kakashi tucked a hand between them, dipping into her slightly and pulling out to bring his fingertip up to her face. "You see this? You are soaking me, your body was made for mine." He traced her mouth with the same finger, pushing it past full lips and grunting when she sucked her own essence off of him. "I'll go slow," he purred. "You'll take every inch of me, won't you little bunny?"
Sakura hummed, nodding slowly and leaning back down on the bed. Kakashi aligned himself with her entrance, making sure to lock smoldering midnight eyes with deep, burning emerald ones. He tilted forward, slowly moving to press in when the pair instantly froze.
From outside the bedroom, there was a series of loud bangs; alerting Kakashi instantly. He pulled back, stepping off of the bed and tucking his throbbing cock in his pants. The banging became louder, and from the sounds of it someone was in the house. The lust that had clouded his mind evaporated immediately, all of his senses heightened and on edge. He whipped his head to Sakura, who propped herself up against the head board, "Stay here. Don't make a noise."
She nodded deftly; her green eyes struck with gripping fear.
Kakashi reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out the kunai there and hoisting it up.
Quietly, he opened the door and crept his way down the hall.