Kakashi wanted to straggle her.

And he would, if not for the fact that technically, she's not doing anything wrong while accompanying Sasuke around. Konoha's recent prodigal son has finally returned. And the village embraced the man with open arms.

And although he felt secured with what he has with the pinkette. He can't help but noticed the motives that flashed in Sasuke's eyes. He wanted Sakura. And he is not going to just accept the fact that she is with him.

Sasuke hadn't been back for long, but his presence already felt like a disruption to the carefully balanced life Kakashi had built with his Sakura. He wasn't usually the type to get possessive—he prided himself on keeping his emotions in check—but something about Sasuke's return had flipped a switch. Maybe it was the subtle way Sasuke lingered near her, or the brief touches, too casual to be a coincidence.

Kakashi gritted his teeth, knowing he had no right to feel this way. Sakura was free to spend time with whomever she wanted. And Sasuke was her teammate—no, more than that. He was someone she had once loved, deeply, and despite everything that had happened, there was a history between them that couldn't be erased. But knowing all of this didn't make it any easier to swallow.

As the two of them turned a corner, Sasuke's hand briefly brushed Sakura's arm, and Kakashi's pulse spiked. It was subtle, almost too brief to notice, but Kakashi caught the flicker of intent in Sasuke's eyes. He wasn't just here to catch up on old times—he had a plan.

He had never been the jealous type. He had never let anyone get close enough to provoke that kind of reaction. But now, with her, things were different. She had somehow slipped past his defenses, and the idea of someone—anyone—trying to take her from him felt like a slow-burning threat.

He took a breath and turned away, not wanting to follow them like some kind of possessive stalker. But every fiber of his being told him to step in, to make it clear that Sakura was his—if not with words, then with the quiet understanding that had grown between them over the years.

Later that evening, when he returned home, she was already there, sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in hand. She glanced up as he walked in, her expression soft and welcoming, completely oblivious to the storm of emotions swirling inside him.

"Hey," she greeted him with a small smile. "Long day?"

He stared intently at the young woman, unfortunately all he can see and hear is her smiles and laughter while she's accompanying the last Uchiha around. And his blood boiled in his veins again.

"Kakashi?" she called out to him tentatively.

Gritting his teeth in frustration, he stalked towards her as he roughly took down his mask. He grabbed the startled kunoichi by the shoulders and hoisted her up. And even before she can utter a word, he cupped the back of her head and kissed her roughly. Nipping at her lips so that he can insert his tongue between her lips.

Sakura gasped, caught off guard by the intensity of Kakashi's actions. Her hands instinctively flew up to his chest, not to push him away, but to steady herself against the overwhelming force of his emotions. The kiss was rough, demanding, filled with a frustration and need that he had been holding back for far too long.

For a moment, she allowed herself to melt into it, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back, meeting his fervor with her own. She let out a low moan when she felt his lips travel down her throat and his hands sneaking into her shirt.

"Kakashi…"

"Please…" he murmured against her lips. "I need you. Now," he gritted his teeth as he tried to rein in control but his jealousy is making it hard for him to concentrate and her damn chest bindings are making it difficult.

She heard him cursed angrily as his palm got in contact with her chest binding. He lifted her leg to hook around his hips and then the other and walked them towards the bedroom while he frantically tried to untuck the end of her bindings.

"Please." He murmured as he licked the shell of her ear.

With an imperceptible nod, Kakashi hoisted her up and walked them towards their room. But he didn't stop his ministrations on her body.

When they reach their bedroom, he unceremoniously threw her down the bed as he hurriedly undressed her - almost ripping her shirt away to get to her bindings. He growled in frustration as he unwound the fabric from her while his other hand is trying to unbutton his pants.

"Kakashi - " Sakura tried to stop him, startled at the intensity of his eyes and actions, but she was cut off when his lips crashed into hers.

When he was finally able to take the blasted fabric from her chest his lips traveled down to her chest as he lave it with attention, capturing one nipple and bit into it lightly. Her gasps urging him on as he undid his clothing. Separating from her for a brief second to removed his shirt.

"Ka - " she tried to start again but he quieted her with his kisses, trying to get her to respond to him as he lower his pants.

"Stop talking." he harshly said as he slid his thumbs between the garter of her skirt and panties and tore it off of her.

Sakura's breath hitched in her throat as Kakashi's intense gaze locked onto hers, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. The primal hunger in his eyes sent shivers racing down her spine, igniting a fire that pooled low in her stomach.

"Ka—" she attempted again, but the words caught in her throat as he captured her lips once more, silencing her protests. She could feel the weight of his urgency, a storm of emotions unleashed after the tight grip he had held on himself for so long.

She didn't want to resist; she wanted him just as desperately. The way he moved against her, the heat of his body pressing into hers—it ignited something wild and untamed inside her. The heat from her core and belly is quickly consuming her. And then she felt him nudging her entrance with the head of his organ and all she can feel is the flexing of her inner muscles preparing for him.

They had done this multiple times, but this is the first time that he behaved like this with her.

It was a stark contrast to the way they usually took their time, savoring each moment as if they were exploring uncharted territory together. But tonight was different. She can feel it with just how he is acting with her.

"Ka - " but she was cut off again when he suddenly slammed into her.

The force of Kakashi's thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure and surprise through Sakura. She gasped, the sound swallowed by the intensity of his kiss as he buried himself deep within her. It was unlike anything they had shared before—raw and desperate. Fueled by something that she doesn't understand.

Sakura's body instinctively arched to meet him, her legs tightening around his waist as she felt the familiar pleasure mix with the thrill of the unexpected. Each thrust was a statement, a raw release of everything that had been pent up inside him, and she found herself reveling in the sensations, the heat, the urgency of their connection.

Kakashi's hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging in just enough to ground him amidst the tempest of emotions swirling within. He could feel her heart racing beneath his palms, echoing the frantic rhythm of their bodies moving together. Every thrust was both a declaration of possessiveness and a plea for understanding, as if he was trying to merge their souls in a way that transcended words.

"Damn it," he breathed against her lips, pulling back for a brief moment to catch her gaze. His eyes were dark with need, filled with a fervor that made her pulse quicken. "You're mine." he declared. "Say it." he demanded as he thrust harder into her. "Say that you're mine."

Sakura's breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his words, the raw power behind them sending electric jolts of desire racing through her body. Kakashi's gaze was unwavering, searching hers for something—a confirmation, a promise. The air between them felt charged, the weight of his demand hanging in the balance.

"I'm yours," she gasped, her voice breathy but filled with conviction. "I'm yours."

"Say it again." his dark eyes stared at her. "Tell me that you're mine." he dared her.

Sakura's heart raced as Kakashi's intensity wrapped around her like a warm blanket, yet it burned with an urgency that felt almost primal. The tension of the moment was electric, and every word he demanded resonated within her. "I'm yours," she breathed again, her voice steady despite the fire coursing through her veins. "I'm yours, Kakashi."

With each affirmation, she could see a flicker of satisfaction spark in his eyes, driving him further into the depths of their connection. He responded to her declaration with a deep, primal growl, pushing deeper into her as if trying to fuse their beings together. The rhythm of their bodies created a symphony of pleasure that filled the room, drowning out any lingering doubts or insecurities.

"I'm yours, Kakashi." she chanted. "I'm yours and nobody else's." she affirmed.

Kakashi felt a rush of relief wash over him with Sakura's words. Each time she declared her commitment, it was as if she was anchoring him further into a reality he had once feared. "Nobody else," he echoed, his voice a low growl as he picked up his pace, driven by a desperate need to show her just how much she meant to him.

The world outside faded away—the chaos of the village, the uncertainty of their future—everything shrank to just the two of them, lost in a whirlwind of passion. Each thrust was a release, a cathartic letting go of all the tension he had held for so long. It was as if every moment of doubt and fear was expelled with each movement, replaced instead with the certainty of her presence, of their bond.

Sakura's body responded to him perfectly, wrapping around him as if they were made for each other. She felt every inch of him, and with every thrust, she melted further into the sensations, the raw emotions swirling between them. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as she tilted her head back, lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

"Kakashi…" she breathed, her voice a heady mix of desperation and desire. "More." The single word was a plea, a challenge, and it ignited something primal within him.

With that, he intensified their connection, pushing deeper, driving them both closer to that edge where reality blurred, and nothing existed beyond the two of them. The urgency in her voice fueled him, and he responded with a fervor that matched her desire.

Sakura could feel the coil of pleasure tightening within her, the way his body moved against hers igniting every nerve ending. "Kakashi, I—" she gasped, unable to finish as he kissed her deeply, swallowing the words that had yet to escape her lips.

He pulled back, searching her eyes, his breath ragged. "Tell me what you want, Sakura," he urged, the vulnerability of his question hanging heavy in the air.

"I want you," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I need you, Kashi."

"Tell me what you need." he growled against her throat.

Sakura gasped, feeling the urgency of his question, his demand. She could hardly form words as his lips grazed her skin, his body pressing her deeper into the mattress, grounding her in the sensations he was creating.

"You." she gasped. "I need you," she whispered, her voice raw, as if she had laid bare everything inside her. "All of you, Kakashi. I need all of you. Please..." she almost sobbed as the need to be with him almost burned her. "I love you."

Kakashi's heart clenched at her words, the raw honesty and vulnerability piercing through the haze of desire. He had never expected this moment to unfold with such intensity, nor had he anticipated the depth of emotion she would lay bare. For a moment, everything else—the doubts, the fears, even Sasuke's lingering presence—faded into insignificance.

His lips found hers again, but this time the kiss was slower, deeper, as if trying to communicate everything he felt but couldn't say. His movements, though still intense, softened slightly, shifting from the raw passion that had consumed them to something deeper, more intimate. He didn't want to just possess her—he wanted her to feel everything he couldn't put into words.

"I'm here," he whispered against her lips, his voice rough but full of emotion. "I'm not going anywhere."

The intensity between them built, both of them teetering on the edge of something overwhelming. Sakura's hands found his face, her touch grounding him as she pulled him closer. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, matching the rhythm of his movements as they both climbed higher together.

"Kakashi," she gasped, her voice breathless, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly as if to hold onto him, to hold onto this moment.

"I've got you," he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead as he felt her muscles tense, her body arching towards him in anticipation. "I've always got you."

And with those words, they both finally let go, surrendering to the wave of pleasure that crashed over them, pulling them under and drowning out everything else. In that moment, nothing else mattered—no past, no future, just the present, just them.

As they came down from the high, their bodies still tangled together, Kakashi held her close, his hand stroking her hair gently. His mind, which had been racing moments ago, now felt oddly calm. Sakura was still catching her breath, her head resting against his chest, and he could feel the steady beat of her heart against his skin.

Sakura stared at the man slumped on top of her as she tried to catch her breath. He had not pulled out from her yet and she didn't want him to.

She gently stroked the back of his neck, her fingers trailing through his sweat-dampened hair. Her body hummed with the aftershocks of their intense coupling, but her heart… her heart ached in a way that felt almost too heavy to bear. There was something deeper in the way he had touched her tonight—something desperate, something broken, and she couldn't shake the feeling that Kakashi was holding onto something he hadn't told her yet.

"Kakashi," she whispered softly, her fingers brushing lightly against his cheek.

He didn't respond at first, only shifting slightly as if reluctant to leave the sanctuary of her body. But eventually, he opened his eyes, their familiar dark depths clouded with thoughts he wasn't ready to share.

Sakura searched his face, her expression soft but concerned. "What happened?" she asked, concern flooding her voice. "Not that I'm complaining but you never took me this way." she said softly. She looked down on herself and smirked at the bites that she can see. "Nor you marked me like this before. What is happening?"

Kakashi remained still for a moment, his face pressed into the crook of Sakura's neck, his breathing still heavy. He didn't pull away, didn't rush to answer her question. His mind was reeling from the way he took her, his guilt is eating at him for just pouncing at her like she's just a toy, not the only woman that he ever let in.

He lay there, feeling the weight of her question hang between them. The aftermath of his actions settled in, and he couldn't ignore the guilt gnawing at him. What had come over him? Why had he been so... desperate? He knew the answer deep down—it was Sasuke. The thought of the Uchiha being so close to Sakura again had unleashed something dark inside him, something he wasn't proud of.

But admitting that to her felt impossible.

"I…" he began, his voice hoarse. He didn't move, still buried in the crook of her neck as if he could hide from the weight of what he was feeling. "I don't know," he lied, his words barely above a whisper.

Sakura, perceptive as always, didn't buy it. She shifted beneath him, enough to create some space between them, her eyes searching his with concern. "Kakashi, I know you. Something's bothering you. Talk to me."

His jaw clenched, his mind racing for the right words—anything that could convey the storm inside him without fully exposing his insecurities. He wasn't used to feeling like this, wasn't used to wanting someone so much that it scared him.

"It's nothing," he muttered, pulling away from her slightly, though still close enough to feel her warmth.

She reached out to him and pulled him close to him and peppered his face with soft kisses. He closed his eyes, feeling the gentle press of her lips against his skin, but the storm in his mind refused to quiet. Her soft kisses were like balm to his soul, soothing the raw edges of his emotions, but it wasn't enough to silence the gnawing insecurity that had clawed its way to the surface. He didn't deserve this—didn't deserve her. Not after the way he had acted, the way he had let jealousy and fear control him.

Her kisses lingered, and when she pulled back slightly, her forehead rested against his. "Kashi…" she whispered, her voice tender, but there was a weight behind it. "You don't have to hide from me. You don't have to pretend everything's fine."

His heart clenched. She always saw right through him, didn't she? Always knew when something was wrong, even when he tried to mask it with a smile, or silence, or indifference. But now… now there was no mask. She had stripped him bare, left him exposed in more ways than one.

Kakashi let out a slow, shaky breath. His hand, which had been resting on her waist, tightened just slightly. "Sakura, I—" His voice faltered, and he swallowed, trying again. "I don't know how to explain it. I don't… I don't want to lose you."

Her brows furrowed, and she lifted her head slightly to meet his gaze more fully. "Lose me?" she echoed, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. "Kakashi, you're not—"

"Sasuke." His voice cut through the air like a blade, sharper than he intended. He could see the surprise flash across her face, followed by understanding.

Sakura's eyes softened as she looked at him, the tension in her expression easing. "Kakashi… Sasuke is—"

"A threat," Kakashi interrupted, his voice strained. He hated admitting it, hated that he even felt this way. But the truth was undeniable. "I see the way he looks at you. He wants you. And… I can't shake the feeling that maybe… maybe you'd want him back."

Sakura's eyes widened at the confession, her hand instinctively reaching for his face. She cradled his cheek gently, her thumb brushing against his skin. "Kakashi, no," she said softly, her voice firm but kind. "You don't have to worry about Sasuke. Whatever feelings I had for him… that was a long time ago. Things have changed. I've changed. And I chose you."

Her words were like a lifeline, pulling him out of the darkness that had been consuming him. But still, doubt lingered at the edges of his mind. "But what if he—"

Sakura cut him off with a kiss, soft and sweet, but filled with a quiet determination. When she pulled back, her eyes locked with his, unwavering. "I chose you, Hatake Kakashi," she repeated, her voice steady. "Not because Sasuke isn't an option. Not because I had no other choice. I chose you because you're the one I want. You're the one I love."

His heart thudded heavily in his chest, her words sinking in deeper than he thought possible. It wasn't just the reassurance he needed—it was the truth he hadn't allowed himself to believe. He had always feared that he wasn't enough, that eventually, she would realize she deserved more than what he could offer. But here she was, choosing him. Not out of obligation or convenience, but because she genuinely wanted him.

He swallowed hard, his voice rough as he finally spoke. "I thought… my head is making me think of the worst things," he murmured, his hand slipping into her hair, pulling her closer. "I'm sorry, for tonight, for how I acted. I—"

She held him tighter. "What is happening inside that beautiful silver head of yours?" she asked, her heart tightening at the thought that he is being tormented by his demons.

He is silent for a moment, before he buried his face deeper into juncture where her shoulder and neck meet. "My mind keeps on telling me that I am going to lose you. That you'll choose him. And I have a track record of losing everyone I love and I don't want to lose you."

"You're not losing me." She murmured softly. "I love you."

"You do?" he asked, propping himself lightly on his elbows so he can see the eyes that he loves so much.

"Yes. I do love you, Kakashi." She assured him, looking at his eyes earnestly.

A fresh wave of guild crested on his chest as he stared at her eyes, seeing the honesty there and all he can think of is how he took her in a way that no one deserved. "I'm sorry, Sakura. I'm so sorry for doubting you. For what I did tonight. For…"

"Don't apologize," Sakura whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips, silencing him before he could say more. "I understand. Just… don't shut me out. You don't have to carry everything alone."

Kakashi closed his eyes, feeling the weight of her words settle into his bones. For so long, he had carried everything by himself, never allowing anyone to share the burden. But with her, things were different. He didn't have to be alone anymore. He didn't want to be.

"I'm sorry." he buried his face on the crook of her neck. "I'm so sorry. I was just scared and I needed to hear that you're mine. That you choose me, that you're still choosing me. I just chose the wrong way to hear it."

Sakura's arms tightened around him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice tinged with regret. She could feel the weight of his apology in every word, and it made her heart ache for him. The man who had always been so strong, so in control, was now crumbling in her arms, overwhelmed by emotions he didn't know how to express.

"It's okay, Kashi," she whispered, her fingers stroking the back of his head gently, trying to soothe the turmoil she could feel radiating off him. "I know you're scared, but I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to prove anything to me."

He stayed silent, his breath warm against her skin. The tension in his body slowly started to ease, though he still held her tightly, as if afraid she might slip away if he let go.

Sakura pulled back slightly, enough to tilt his chin up and look into his eyes. "You don't have to be afraid of Sasuke," she said softly, her voice steady. "Yes, we have a past, but that's all it is—a past. You're my present, and my future." Her thumb traced the line of his jaw, her touch soft but grounding. "You're the one I want to be with."

Kakashi's eyes searched hers, as if looking for any hint of doubt, any shadow of uncertainty. But there was none. She was looking at him with a certainty that both reassured and humbled him. He had always known Sakura was strong—stronger than he ever gave her credit for—but in this moment, she seemed unshakable.

"I don't deserve you," Kakashi said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "Not after everything. You deserve someone better."

Sakura frowned, her hand tightening on his cheek. "Don't say that," she replied, her tone firmer now. "You deserve to be happy. You deserve love, just like anyone else. And I want to be the one to give that to you."

Her words hit him like a tidal wave, overwhelming and powerful. For so long, Kakashi had convinced himself that he was unworthy of happiness, that the losses and burdens he carried disqualified him from ever having something real, something lasting. But here was Sakura, offering him everything he never thought he could have.

"I love you," she continued, her voice softening again. "And I'm not going to let anything or anyone change that."

Kakashi closed his eyes, his throat tight with emotion. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as if to shield her from the doubts and insecurities swirling inside him. For the first time in a long time, he felt a sense of peace wash over him—a sense of belonging that he hadn't allowed himself to feel before.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. It was all he could manage, but he hoped she understood the depth of what those two words meant.

Sakura smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. "You don't have to thank me," she whispered back. "Just… trust me. Trust us."

Kakashi nodded, holding her tightly as the last remnants of his fear and jealousy melted away. He knew it wouldn't be easy, that there would be moments when those insecurities resurfaced, but for now, in this moment, he believed her. He believed in them.

They lay there together in the quiet, the weight of the night slowly lifting as they held each other close. Kakashi's mind, usually so restless, finally began to quiet, lulled by the steady beat of Sakura's heart and the warmth of her body pressed against his.

For the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to believe that maybe—just maybe—he could have this. He could have her. And he would do everything in his power to keep her.