Things didn't start to calm down until well after midnight, her famous friends used to ridiculously late [PC1] hours and needing very little sleep.
Sakura and Kakashi were preparing to do their goodbye, as any normal, lovey couple would do when leaving their reception. Sparklers were being passed around in anticipation, which Kakashi had eyed with just a little distrust. Perhaps he was calculating the odds that the Akatsuki had replaced the sparklers with bombs.
Mr. Hisashi found them waiting at the end of the little tunnel their family and friends were making, just before the sparklers lit. His face was a little flushed, his forehead a little sweaty.
He clasped Kakashi's hand in a firm shake, then lifted Sakura's knuckles to his lips in a swift, chaste kiss.
"This has been a lovely evening indeed, Mr. and Mrs. Hatake," There was that name again, doing weird and wonderful things to her insides. With Kakashi's secret, deadly job, she felt rather like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, from that Brad and Angelina movie. She beamed at the kind immigration agent, nothing forced about the smile. "I can't wait to finalize things with you in a week or two. Do have a wonderful night, and have a good time making it official," His eyes disappeared into his red cheeks, and Sakura hoped he was calling a taxi and not driving himself.
Kakashi lifted a fist up to his mask and coughed uncomfortably at the insinuation. A blush heated Sakura's cheeks at his reaction.
The idea of completing the marriage made him uncomfortable. The idea of having sex with her made him uncomfortable. Well, that was just stellar.
Her mood plummeted before she reminded herself that that was fine, that Kakashi didn't need to want to have sex with her.
"Of course, we'll have fun," Sakura covered for both of their reactions, her smile sly, though more forced than she would have liked. "You have a safe night," She patted the older man on the back and sent him on his way. When she turned to her groom, his face was impassive, like nothing remotely interesting had just happened.
The sparklers were struck, illuminating the dim room with flashing yellow and white light, magic shimmering in the air around them.
"Are you ready to go?" Sakura asked him, eyebrows tilted up. It was a little late for him to run out screaming, but best to check anyway.
He bobbed his head noncommittally. She turned on her heels to begin their walk, but only made it a step before her legs were swung out from beneath her, and she found herself in Kakashi's arms, snug against his chest. He said nothing still, only huddled her to him and walked them out under the tunnel of falling sparks. The lights played over his face, making him look like a dream sequence with the flashes and shadows. Sakura laced her arms around his neck, a grin spreading on her face as she watched him take them out of the vineyard and back to the glamorous hotel. She waved over his shoulder at the partygoers as they left. Wolf whistles and well wishes followed them out into the night.
Kakashi didn't put her down, instead he held her the entire way up to their suite, and even as he opened the door to their room. He kicked said door shut behind them, then set Sakura gently on the bed. There were no lights on, just some strategically placed and lit candles, in places they were unlikely to knock them over if they got a little wild. They stared at one another, trepidation and anticipation so thick in the air she could taste it. He hadn't said anything about how he felt about the wedding-night part.
It was quiet, the lighting soft and romantic. She felt vulnerable, the atmosphere affecting her.
Sakura said softly into the dark, the moment inspiring a new emotion in her, "I'm sorry your parents couldn't be here." And she really was. He deserved that kind of happiness. It was entirely unfair that his parents were no longer in this world. "I know you have family in your friends, but…I'm sorry."
Kakashi's nodded and visibly swallowed.
"Me too," She could barely hear him. "I think you would've like them."
Sakura met his eyes, surprised to find raw emotions swirling in the silver depths. His eyes flicked towards her hand-her wedding band- and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. Sakura straightened her spine, but felt the moment dissolve a heartbeat later, his expression coming back under control.
He turned suddenly, striding to the side table where an ice bucket of champagne sat beside their little cake.
It was a beautiful cake, just one tier, with sweeping blue and green smears that reminded her of a Monet painting. She didn't know what flavor it was, hadn't thought it was very important. She stood up and followed Kakashi, stopping beside him as he poured two glasses of champagne, bubbles rising and bursting against the surface of the liquid. He handed her one and they clinked glasses, which made her smile a little.
She took a tiny sip, watching him over the rim of the glass. She may not be very experienced, but she was well read. She knew how this worked, understood the mechanics. She understood the feelings- she certainly wasn't asexual. Her new husband had already drawn those hot feelings out of her several times.
"Do you want to cut the cake?" Kakashi asked, and it sounded like he was asking something so much more intimate. Or maybe not, maybe she was reading into it too much. She genuinely didn't know. Fuck, this was awkward. Sakura didn't do awkward. She owned every bit of everything she did. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin.
She set down her glass and picked up the cake knife that was left on the platter with the little dessert, glancing briefly at their reflections in the silver blade. Two small plates and two little silver forks sat beside the cake platter, waiting for their purpose to be fulfilled.
Kakashi's hand wrapped around hers on the handle, and together they sliced the little cake, cutting out two little pieces of what appeared to be an almond cake with some kind of fruit compote center. Sakura knew Kakashi didn't like sweets very much, so their slices were essentially just bite sized morsels.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as he removed his mask, tugged it down where it hung against his tie, bunching up. They each took up a little fork and, together, they tried a bite. Sakura released a sound akin to a moan as the sweet moist sponge hit her tongue, and even Kakashi hummed a little with pleased surprise, mask back in place.
"Ah, God, Choji doesn't even know how fucking good he is." She said around the frosting melting on her tongue, her eyes closed with delight. "The man is an artist," She washed her bite down with another sip of champagne, the small bite of alcohol in the liquid cutting some of the sweetness down palatably.
Kakashi made a noise of agreement, lifting one hand to loosen his tie as he set down the fork with the other. The action was absurdly sexy and had Sakura's eyes flashing in the low light. He didn't touch her though, and she thought he was giving her the choice herself.
She set down her fork and glass, and turned away from him, gesturing for him to unbutton the dress he had buttoned up only hours ago, her back straight and firm. She felt his hands ghost down her back at an impressive speed, loosening her gown as he separated the buttons from their holes.
"Sakura, you don't have to. . ." He stopped talking when she allowed her dress to drop into a puddle around her still heel-clad ankles, revealing to him the back of her lingerie.
No, she didn't have to. They didn't have to. But God, she wanted to. Every filthy image she'd had of him played in her mind. She felt combustible. If she was going to have a sexy husband, she was going to Have a sexy husband. A sexy, soft, lying husband.
The sudden chill air kissed her now mostly bare skin as she turned back towards him. His face was so carefully blank, his dimple invisible as his eyes traced down her form. She didn't really understand lingerie, why not just be naked, but Kakashi's pupils flared a little. He clearly appreciated it.
"Wow, pop star, that's quite the set." His tone was teasing, but there was heat underneath.
She had to admit, with her slim figure she looked pretty damn good in it. Since she hadn't picked it herself, the scar on her hip was visible above the line of the panties and below the line of the garter belt, which accentuated her small waist and flared hips.
No one could really say she was a child bride. Regardless of her smaller bust, she had a woman's body, and she knew it made men all over the world salivate, had used it to sell tickets and views. But she was never ashamed of her body, and Kakashi well knew it, too. He'd seen all her inappropriate little outfits over the years. This one was just icing on the cake.
Kakashi did not salivate that she could see, instead he dropped slowly to his knees before her on the plush rug, his face tipped up towards her. Sakura looked down at him through half-lidded eyes, her body heating up just from the way he was looking at her. She had never imagined he would hit his knees, this irreverent, slouchy man who guarded her life and made her practice self-defense at unholy hours of the morning, who made sarcastic comments under his breath. She should've done this earlier.
He had an unobstructed view of the very center of her, due to the crotch-less design of the lingerie, which admittedly made her flush, just a little. Kakashi pulled his eyes up with effort.
"Sakura," he said softly, holding her gaze, "are you a virgin?" She hadn't expected the question, though his tone told her he already knew the answer. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes flicking away self-consciously. Which was ridiculous because she was not a self-conscious person. She was Sakura Haruno, God damn it!
"What's it matter? It's our wedding night," she said more bravely than she felt. She tilted her chin up resolutely and looked back down at him, her posture giving the illusion that she was in control. Kakashi slid closer.
This wasn't about consummation. This was about that molten, burning way he had been making her feel.
Was this how people usually lost their virginities? With powerful men on their knees? She saw the appeal.
"Well, it helps me decide my course of action," He explained, reaching out to her and taking hold of one of her ankles. For a heartbeat she thought he was going to pull her down the way he did when they practiced. He did not. Fortunately, Sakura had gone and been waxed after her botox appointment, full legs, under arms, and Brazilian. She was grateful for her own foresight as Kakashi slid a hand up her calf, lifting her foot off the floor, and tugged off her gorgeous Jimmy Choo crystal heel, tossing it in the direction of her bag.
"You've got a plan, huh?" She asked, one pink brow raised in a challenge. She felt like she was playing with knives, tempting fate. Tempting Kakashi Hatake. He tossed her other heel.
Kakashi laughed. "I've got an idea or two, if that's alright with you, pop star." His eyes danced in the flickering candlelight. Was she really about to do this? It would have felt cheap, losing her virginity for the sake of a deal, except, well, she wanted to. She wanted to finally have sex, and who better to lose it to than this unbelievable man? He woke things in her body she had never really felt before. He made her want. Damn whatever hurt he made her feel in her heart, she wanted this. Her indignation about his behavior was outweighed by the attraction that buzzed in the air between them, thick as butter.
She did not understand what he had done to her the last ten days. She didn't understand the sort of softening going on within her, which allowed her to be touched, which allowed her to let people into her house and suffer the presence of her parents. She wasn't changed, not exactly. She didn't even know if she believed people could change, at least, not this easily. But something in her that was cold and sharp had shifted and settled. She was every bit as spoiled and self-centered as she had always been, just a little different. How strange, this man was, to have brought about this shift when she had brought him ever so slightly closer to herself. Despite her boundaries being crossed, she felt…safe with him.
Sakura gave him a single firm nod and bent at her waist, leaning down to slip her fingers between his mask and his neck. She didn't pull down, but up, clean off of the top of his head, sending his silver locks askew.
Kakashi smirked up at her, his dimple deepening, his eyes full of promise. He took her ankle again, this time setting her bare foot on his thigh. Sakura couldn't tear her eyes away, her body frozen as he pressed his mouth to the side of her ankle and began to kiss his way to her knee, sending sparks running straight up her thigh into the center of her.
His kisses began neatly, but got sloppier as he made his way higher, towards her garters. He reached up and unsnapped her garter from its buckle, then dragged it off with his teeth. Sakura's breathing became labored as he came back up higher, his mouth inching higher at an infuriatingly slow pace. He stopped just below her hip, his teeth grazing the bottom of her panties, his eyes on the white scar on her lower abdomen. The need building in her made her think of the first time they had kissed, when she had imagined what it would be like to lift her skirt for him and let him lick the core of her. Sakura shivered at the memory overlapping with the present.
With a softness she didn't know he possessed, he set her foot back on the carpet and rose to his feet, towering above her. He was so much bigger than her. His eyes trailed lazily down her figure, appreciating it the way some people appreciated fine art or overly priced tiny portions of food. Sakura's sensibilities abruptly packed their bags and moved to the other side of the country, leaving her light headed and hot.
Kakashi trailed his fingers from her hips up her sides, sending tingles over her skin. He reached up and grasped the clip keeping her hair up behind her head and undid it, releasing her pink locks to float down about her shoulders. He tossed the clip onto the plate next to the cake, his eyes not leaving her.
He paused then, just watching, his expression torn, so Sakura took the situation into her own hands, which was typically how she preferred things anyway.
She took hold of his lapels and walked him back towards the bed. When his knees knocked the edge of the mattress she stopped. Slowly, she tugged him down to her while she raised up on her tiptoes to touch her lips to his. He tasted like frosting, sugar melting on her tongue as she licked across the seam of his lips.
Kakashi released a restrained groan and pulled her more snuggly against him, his hands gripping her waist tightly.
"How," Kakashi asked in a breath, his lips brushing hers with the proximity, "could you possibly be a virgin? Every man in the world - and woman - is at your feet." His grey eyes were hooded but so awake and alert it was as though he'd just done a line of espresso shots.
Something like insecurity knocked on the edge of her consciousness, but she shoved it away. Plenty of people went into their 20s as virgins, lived even longer than that. A smirk tugged the corner of her mouth to hide the brief slip.
"When do you think I have had the time to be getting down and dirty?" A pink brow lifted. He pressed a light kiss to it.
"Hmm," He hummed against her. He'd been with her for years, and she was never alone with any man, not even Sasuke, long enough for things to elevate. Some kissing, sure, but nothing that wasn't PG-13. The most action she got was from her novels.
Kakashi seemed extremely pleased to be the one to be her undoing, which struck her as a very typical man reaction. She didn't understand why men always seemed to have it out for virgins, but maybe she would shortly.
"I want you to teach me everything," she demanded, her eyes clashing against his. His brows twitched up in surprise.
"I couldn't possibly teach you everything in one night," he stated, his expression coming back under control.
Sakura's lips twisted wickedly. "I didn't say teach it all to me tonight." This was dangerous. It was an invitation for him to do this more than once, to touch her repeatedly. She wanted him to.
Kakashi's eyes smoldered on her. He trailed one finger down her throat, between her breasts, to the top of the panties, his gaze tracking the movement like a predator. He met her eyes again.
"I would be honored." But it sounded like I'm going to eat you up. He trailed his hand back up.
His knuckles brushed the skin just under the edge of her bra, a slow sweeping motion.
"Your skin is the softest thing I've ever touched." He said with a note of awe. He swiped again, and goosebumps broke anew across her flesh. With a swift movement, he turned them and pushed her down onto the bed, on her back. She was surprised to find she liked the rough treatment. From her new vantage point, she watched him remove his tie and jacket, and then smoothly unbutton his vest and white shirt. He roughly pulled his under shirt up over his head and discarded it. She'd seen his chest several times at that point, but it was still marvelous. Smooth panes interrupted by ragged scars, a tapestry of the things he had survived. His shoulders were broad, his delts etched in his skin. They were the sexiest shoulders she thought she'd ever seen. She wanted to bite them.
Heat began snaking its way down through her core at the sight of him, all restrained power. He bent over her, now bare from the waist up, and pressed his lips to hers once more, a little more urgently. His weight pressed her into the mattress, and it felt good. His hands tangled in her hair, knocking bobby pins asunder as they dragged through the locks. Everywhere he touched was incredibly warm in the best of ways.
Fuck, she thought, this man could lie to me every day for the rest of my life and it would be fine as long as he keeps touching me.
His tongue tapped at the crevice where her lips met, so she opened her mouth to him, letting him sweep inside. His tongue made slow, languid motions against her own, and a pulsing started between her legs. Good thing her panties lacked a crotch, or it would have been quickly soaked. The design was of no protection for Kakashi, though, because she could feel the hard length of him pressed against her and had no doubt the front of his slacks would come away damp.
As though to emphasize this thought, Kakashi ground his hips up into her, making her gasp. He groaned into her mouth, something that sounded an awful lot like "fuck".
He pulled back, resting his weight on either side of her head as he looked down over her, his dog tags dangling in her face. Sakura bit them, giving a light tug on the chain like she had wanted to days ago. His eyes flashed in response, then returned to perusing her lace clad body and stopping at the place their hips met.
"Look at what a mess you're making, pretty pop star," He said lowly, all male satisfaction. "And we haven't even started yet," A shiver ran over her skin.
Sakura tapped his chin with a finger, drawing his gaze back from where the front of his pants were damp, just like she'd predicted. "Then what are you waiting for?" She challenged him, green eyes ablaze.
The look on his face could only be described as feral.
Kakashi's hands slid under her back, which she arched for him, and unclasped the bra with practiced ease. He slid the straps up her arms and then tossed the flimsy fabric elsewhere carelessly, leaving her breasts exposed to the air. Her pink, pert nipples hardened to peaks immediately, which did not go unnoticed by her new husband. Tentatively, he stoked a rough fingertip over her right nipple, inciting another soft gasp.
Before he got too distracted, he checked himself a bit. "Would you like to take the rest of this," he gestured at the garter belt and panties, "off?" Sakura considered. It wasn't like they needed to come off for him to have. . .access, and the idea of him making love to her with them still on kind of excited her. More than kind of. She shook her head. He nodded once then straightened above her. With one hand he undid and slid off his belt in a fluid motion, and Sakura mentally logged that image away for later.
Kakashi removed his slacks and paused with his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, hesitating.
"No please, don't stop on my account," Sakura purred at him, her eyes heavy on the bulge apparent under his black Calvin Klein's. She returned her attention to his gaze, the ends of her mouth curling up mischievously.
Without breaking her eye contact, Kakashi pushed them down and kicked them away, letting his length spring free. Sakura's mouth went dry while the rest of her became impossibly wetter.
Jesus fucking. Its so thick. And long. She couldn't help but stare at him. She held back a snicker, because she knew if she did, he would want to know what was so funny, and she doubted he would find it amusing for her to say 'Do your friends call you Big Cock-kashi?' If they didn't, they should. She made a mental note to change his contact name to that in her phone.
She knew what a dick looked like, come on, but she'd never found one attractive. All being honest, dicks were not nice to look at, but she was drinking in her current view like a woman deprived.
She sat up, tucking her knees under her.
"Can I- uh - touch you?" She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes in a way that normally made people sputter and bend over backwards for her. Kakashi only chuckled, the sound reverberating through to her core.
"Only if you say please,"
She gave him a much less nice look at that, but swallowed her pride. "Please, Kakashi?" It was his turn to swallow, and he nodded, his eyes burning.
She gently reached out and swiped a finger from base to tip, her manicured nail scraping lightly, enjoying the velvety feel of him. He was silky smooth, which surprised her, and hot. Her finger dragged over the seam at the end, swiping the liquid that was beading at the top. Kakashi made an anguished noise and grabbed her wrist.
"I changed my mind. Next time, pop star," He promised, and pushed her back onto her back, taking up their previous position, but this time with no clothing between them. The feeling of his bare tip against her wet seam was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was so hot against her that she wanted to surge her hips upward. She wanted that heat inside of her.
Kakshi began to kiss her again in an entirely unhurried fashion, taking his time in claiming her lips and tongue, while his hands found her breasts. His fingers rolled her nipples under them, twisting and massaging in a way that had her breathless. She could feel him smiling against her lips.
His mouth worked its way across her jaw and down her neck, as it had the first time they'd kissed. He took care to kiss the cut on her neck, the bruise peeking over her shoulder, then continued lower. Sakura panted, anticipation tingling hotly inside her as one of his hands was replaced with his lips.
She arched into him as his tongue laved at her, swirling gently around the peaked nipple and then sucking lightly. Which was all well and good, but then he bit down lightly, his canines scratching her, and she made a small whimpering noise. His now free hand traveled lower, fingers brushing her curves, until his hand was where his cock had been a heartbeat before.
Kakashi swore. "So wet, Sakura," His voice was a snarl against her breast. This was a different tone than he had ever used on her. Despite her assertions to herself that she had nothing to be self-conscious about, she couldn't help the small amount of shyness that suddenly swept through her, turning her cheeks and ears bright cherry, and she pushed her thighs together.
Kakashi caught them before they could close, his mouth leaving her nipple entirely, and gave her a half smirk. "None of that now, pop star." He eased her thighs apart and ran a finger down the center of her, watching with carnal delight as he pulled away and a strand of wet stretched out between his fingertip and her. It was the most erotic and depraved thing she'd ever seen first-hand. He lowered himself down her body.
His thumb slid to her clit and circled it slowly, sending lances of pleasure through her from the point of contact. Sakura gripped the sheets, trying to cling to something as he worked at her, his pace slow and steady in a way that kept her right where he wanted her.
Sakura had never begged for anything in her life.
"Please, Kakashi." She panted, her eyes on his silver hair, his head bent to watch his hand on her. He looked up.
"Hm?"
She didn't know what she was asking for. Certainly not for him to stop.
She bit her lip, all of her focus on that thumb, which he began to move faster. His eyes on hers, he slipped a finger inside her. Sakura sucked in a breath at the intrusion. She wasn't sure how she felt about it.
Kakashi slipped another in, and she tightened in protest. He lowered his head and replaced his thumb with his mouth. The feeling of his tongue on her clit nearly sent her over the edge.
Her back arched, and Kakashi took the opportunity to slide a third finger in. Sakura gasped, and he paused a moment, allowing her to adjust, before he began to move them in time with his tongue.
Tension built inside of her, and she writhed on the sheets. He worked a swift, steady pace, focused on a spot inside her that ached with pleasure from the contact.
"Be a good girl and come for me, pop star." Kakashi growled against her. Damn if this man wasn't going to ruin her. His tongue worked faster, and his fingers curled inside her. Pressure and heat built where his fingers and tongue were. Sakura could think of nothing but the feeling of him. She came with his name on her lips. Her heart was beating so hard she thought her chest would burst.
He didn't stop playing with her, only slowed his movements. Her wetness dripped down his fingers and onto the sheets.
Kakashi waited a few more moments, then lifted his head, his lips shining. Sakura stared, fascinated, her muscles quivering. His lips twitched up into a smirk.
Sakura didn't know what to say.
She wanted him to do it again.
He lifted the hand that hadn't been inside her and swiped his lips with his thumb, then licked the thumb. He grinned out right, all wolf.
She rolled her eyes and sat up, bringing her hands to his face to pull his lips back to her. He went willingly, and they devoured each other. Each kiss had her feeling drunk. His cock brushed against her again, and Sakura moaned. She bucked her hips against him, loving the feeling. Her clit throbbed from her orgasm and the sensation of his cock rubbing against it.
Kakashi pulled back, kissed the tip of her nose. "Okay?"
"Okay." She confirmed. She watched him stand up and stride quickly into the bathroom, then reappear with a towel in hand. A chill settled over her skin without his body heat pressed to her. She raised an eyebrow but remained silent for once in her life. He deftly lifted her legs and eased the towel under her, protecting the bed linens from any fallout from their activities. It was a smart idea, she had to admit.
Kakashi smoothly brought himself back over her, his legs brushing against her, his body heat offering her comfort once more. He looked at her, gunmetal eyes dark and intense with focus. All of it on her. He lightly ran his fingers over her bare sides, raising gooseflesh in their wake, before his hand stopped on her hip and gripped firmly.
Kakashi used one hand to guide the tip of his cock, rubbing it up and down against her a few times before the head kissed her opening. The heat of him pressed to her was incredible and delicious, her hips bucking up towards him impulsively. She loved the tease.
Kakashi pushed in, and Sakura hissed at the stretch. It burned. He paused above her, patiently waiting, then pulled out and pushed back in a little farther.
"Kakashi," She said through clenched teeth. She felt like he was ripping her open. "It hurts," she whimpered. A tear gathered at the corner of her eye. He reached up and wiped it away, the action so tender she was briefly distracted from her pain. He pulled back out, pushed back in farther. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"A little farther, pop star," He said, "look at me." She opened her eyes as he pushed all the way into the hilt. Sakura made a small, strangled noise.
She'd known it would hurt, but not like this. The pain radiated out in pulsing waves, a sharp contrast to the pleasure she'd felt a moment before.
Kakashi groaned. "Fuck, Sakura, fuck." He panted above her, one arm braced beside her head. She could see the veins of his forearm standing prominently. He brought a thumb back to her clit, and rubbed slow, soothing circles. It lessened the pain somewhat.
They stayed like that for several minutes, until the pain began to subside, and Sakura relaxed around him, her breathing coming easier.
"Good girl," He leaned down and kissed her softly, then gently rocked his hips against hers, the motion sending a new wave of pain through her, but it was weaker. His eyes locked on hers as he pulled slowly out, then pushed back in. Sakura stretched around him again, her breath catching in her throat.
"There you go, sweetheart."
Sakura smiled at his change in endearments. She thought she might have a praise kink. Which would make an awful lot of sense, given her career choice.
He did it again, pulled out and pushed in, his thumb increasing pressure on her clit. A small bit of pleasure began to build in her again.
"Ah," She moaned, her hands going to Kakashi's back. She bit into his shoulder, delighting in the taste of him. He groaned and rocked into her again, faster. Her inner walls were slick, and he moved easily.
She lifted her hips, rocking with him, and he removed his hand from her clit, bringing it instead to her nipples.
She watched him as he moved in her, a work of art in motion. She could see his muscles tightening as he moved, and the sound of him moaning in her ear was incredible. She liked seeing him coming undone above her, the ragged way he was breathing. The obscene place where their bodies met mesmerized her, his cock sliding out, coated in slickness, then pushing back in. He moved slowly, pulling all the way out to the tip, pushing all the way back in to the hilt. It felt incredible.
She found his mouth with hers again and stroked her tongue against his. His pace picked up farther, his cock so deep in her she saw stars. He was all consuming inside of her, buried to the hilt. He was hitting a spot that had her crying out and tightening around him, breaking their kiss.
"Yes, yes, yes. Kakashi, please," She still didn't know what she was begging for. But Kakashi knew. He hit that spot over and over, harder, and Sakura soared towards her peak. It felt so, so wonderful. She could feel every outline on his cock. He pulled one of her legs onto his shoulder and slammed impossibly deeper.
"So beautiful, Sakura." Kakashi said into her skin, his breaths becoming ragged. She was done for, she knew it, and he must have felt it, because he kissed her neck, murmuring softly. "Come for me." His pace became brutal, each stroke hard and fast. He held her gaze.
"Kakashi, Kakashi, Kakashi." Her voice broke over his name as she did just that. She spasmed around his cock, her core throbbing with the climax.
He followed her over the edge, his hips slamming into hers at an increased pace until he pulled out and emptied himself onto her stomach. Sakura smiled at the sight, Kakashi's eyes not leaving her face as his orgasm rushed through him. She was entirely pleased with herself as she watched him cum.
Kakashi kissed the inside of her knee as he pulled it free of his shoulder, setting her leg gently back on the bed.
"Let's get you cleaned up," he said softly, standing to retrieve another towel from the bathroom. Sakura only blinked sleepily at his back, her body unresponsive.
He wiped off his cum with care, making sure to get all of it, and tossed the towel before he went around blowing candles out. He tugged his mask back on and double checked the lock on the door.
When he was finished, he snuggled-snuggle d-into the bed, pulling her in beside him and tugging the blankets up around them. He wrapped his arm possessively around her, pressing her naked body to his, and buried his face in her hair.
"You are incredible," he breathed so quietly she almost missed it.
He might've said more, but she was already asleep.
Sakura was rudely awakened the next morning to the sound of the lock on the hotel room disengaging, the door swinging open. Kakashi's eyes blinked blurrily open beside her, sleepy and confused. He sat up slowly, carefully keeping the sheet over Sakura's body, and glared at the open door.
Sakura peeked from beside him, sheets up by her face.
It was a hotel maid, breakfast cart laden high with every delicious dish imaginable, the smell of bacon wafting towards Sakura.
But they hadn't called for breakfast. And she hadn't knocked.
Not even Kakashi was fast enough to conceal himself from the piece-of-shit photographer that popped in behind the maid, camera out and flashing.
He disappeared from view mere seconds later, hurtling down the hall with the sound of thundering footsteps. Kakashi couldn't follow. He was naked.
"You have three seconds to get the fuck out," Sakura hissed at the maid, who looked, for her part, rather stricken. She scrambled backwards, knocking the cart against the door, and vanished.
As the door slammed shut, Sakura met Kakashi's wide silver eyes, resignation beginning to slide over his features.
"At least my mask is on," He sighed heavily.
Sakura was shaking with rage. Those photos would be out before noon, and then there went the neighborhood.