"Kakashi."
Sakura's eyes were narrowed. "You're doing it again." He smiled in that eye-crinkle way that she always annoyingly found endearing, despite the infuriating man that the copycat-ninja was. "Oh?" he asked, innocently.
Sakura's arms were pinned from above with one of his hands, and he was hovering over her.
Fingers trailed innocently from the hem of her pants, up to her belly button. "We're supposed to be sparing," she mentioned, her chest quickly rising and falling from the exhortation of their fleeting battle. "We can spar," Kakashi said, his hot breath heating his masked mouth, that was now placing fleeting kisses from her jaw to her neck.
"But we're not." Sakura mentioned steadily, despite the hitch in her throat as his hand began to explore her chest.
"We can though. After."
"After?"
His chuckle warmed her heart.
"After this."
He lowered his much larger body down onto hers, and she felt his hardened groin against her stomach. She swallowed.
"I'm ovulating."
"I know."
She couldn't help but feel impressed by how her boys always kept up with her full cycle.
"And my ass is sore."
He laughed. "I thought I was the only one you did that for."
It was true. For a time, Kakashi was the only one she did anal for. In part because he showed her how in the first place. He showed all of them how, to be honest.
Yet, Sakura found on some days she preferred it. Liked being filled yet still not. She liked wanting and not having exactly what she needed, but still being satisfied nonetheless.
"Do you want my mouth?" It was a sheepish offer, she knew.
"I want you."
Sakura bit her lip.
"That's dangerous, Sensei."
He lowered his mask and exposed his soft lips, and his chin's beauty mark.
The face of a cheeky angel, she marveled.
She knew he was much older. His exact age, escaped her. However, he looked so young. So much closer to her age than she knew he was, if his experience and sexual prowess was an indicator of anything.
Kakashi pressed a chaste kiss against her lips. "We don't have to if you don't want to."
Sakura lowered her gaze in thought.
Kakashi watched her as she contemplated. He drank in her glistening skin from their earlier sparring, the flush of her cheeks, the hardening of her nipples beneath the thin fabric of her red attire. He felt her thin wrists beneath his hand, and took in the silky strands of pastel pink hair that sprawled beautifully against the thick lush grass beneath them.
"Sakura," she looked up. And her eyes, as always, struck him so lovingly, so innocently, so - "I want to fuck you."
"But, it's dangerous and -"
"You know we've discussed this."
It had been three months prior. Now in Sakura's mid-twenties and having multiple partners, her and Kakashi had talked about her plans if she were to accidently get pregnant. Not a sexy conversation, considering she slept with multiple partners. "I don't like thinking about that."
"It can happen. You have raw sex consistently." "Not during my fertile window." It was known among the men who shared her that she didn't believe in medical contraception. A wonder to them all, considering her profession. Especially since she never seemed interested in settling down. At least, with none of them, despite her not ever seeking others outside of Team 7.
"Whoever is the father, I would raise your child." It had shocked Sakura to hear Kakashi tell her as much. And wildly, she was touched by the notion he would take on such a responsibility. Though, just as touching, she knew all of her boys would likely share his sentiment.
Back in the present, she watched the wind whisk the older man's grey hair. "You don't have to," he emphasized. "But I want you." There was a double meaning in his words that she couldn't overlook. A neediness that went beyond simple sex. Biting her lip in thought, she blinked.
"I can't just be yours."
She couldn't just be anyone's.
She had explained this to her boys several times over the years. They understood, for a time. Yet, each of them always came to her again, months later, bringing up the topic once more.
She wondered if it was age, that was making them this way.
He smiled.
"I know, Sakura-Chan." His lips pressed against hers, much hungrier this time, and his calloused fingerless gloved hands punished her tender breast. Admittedly, it didn't take much for Sakura to feel wetness resolve at his touch.
"Are you okay if I do as I please?"
She nodded, her face getting hot, her groin getting hotter.
Kakashi wasn't quite like the others. He was needy, yes. But he was more brutal than tender. She wondered if it was because he didn't have her as often. He was an "every blue moon", kind of fuck. Not a daily, or even weekly, indulgence.
In some ways, she liked this. He was like a delicacy. But Kakashi didn't allow her to ever savor the moment. He fucked her with such vigor, it was like a flash of angry movement. Yet, she always felt satisfied after. Admittedly, out of all her boys, he was the only one she allowed to come in her vagina.
A truth that the others also knew.
And resented.
For a time, Kakashi was the only of many things. Anal and oral, being the main ones. This was the last thing he owned of her.
She wondered if that meant more than it should. Or, if it came across as more than it should to him and the others.
He released his hold over her now sore wrists, and pulled her shirt over her head. Aggressively, he pulled her pants down and opened the fly of his pants. Placing a curious digit against the warmth of her womanhood, he extracted his hand to see a glistening string of her wetness follow. He smiled.
"Good girl," his voice rumbled.
He pulled out the length of his large cock and brushed it against her.
"I'm going to fuck you."
"I know," she breathed.
"And I'm going to cum in you."
Sakura felt her heart rate intensify.
He hadn't entered her yet; he was waiting for her response - her permission. She closed her eyes and nodded. In one painful swoop, all eight inches of him entered her. No prodding, no gentle hand foreplay, just entry. Sakura felt herself be delectably paralyzed from the action.
The Medic-Nin used to hate when he started sex in that way. But now she found she looked for it. She felt dominated when he did so, claimed. It reached some primal part of her that she couldn't understand.
That she didn't need to understand.
Kakashi grabbed her hips, pulling her bottom half towards him as he stationed himself on his knees, and Sakura looked upward. The sun gleamed warmly on her slick skin and Kakashi's exposed groin.
She watched as he pounded in her, his eyes never leaving hers. She saw as a foamy white substance began to accumulate between her and surround his upper shaft. She felt embarrassed by it, despite herself. Perhaps because they were technically in public, even though nobody was around.
Kakashi leaned forward while lowering their bodies to the ground, and he placed sturdy hand around her neck while hoisting her left leg over his shoulder.
She felt her windpipe tighten as she swallowed, and he squeezed slightly. She moaned.
"The others don't fuck you like this, do they?"
"No, Sensei."
His face was over hers.
"Open your mouth."
She obliged.
And he spit.
She left her mouth open, in case he wanted to give her more.
"Swallow."
With her mouth still open, she listened.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice a rumbling ecstasy as he began to pound even harder into her.
She felt her body began to shake in pleasure. He used the hand that was choking her to slap her across the face. "I didn't say you could cum," he chastised. She pouted, "Sensei." "Tell me you love my cock." "I love your cock, Sensei." "Tell me you want my cum." "Please cum in me, Sensei."
He kissed her. Deeper, this time. Uncharacteristically slower. Yet, his pace of pounding in her didn't subside. It actually became more aggressive. Her whole body tremored as his body rocked into hers. She moaned into his lips, into his mouth.
"May I cum, Sensei?" He leaned back slightly. "If you become pregnant, you're keeping it," he said. She nodded in submission.
She came in a way that was unique with Kakashi. It felt rawer, more real. As her Sensei's seaman filled her, she felt herself relax against him, accepting him, and everything he had told her, and everything he had promised.
Still, she knew she would never be his, just like he would never be hers.
They were each other's, and the teams. No one belonged to just one person.
And there was a beauty in such a lack of claiming, and a community of claiming all at once.