Chapter 4: In the Stillness
Sakura followed Kakashi in silence as they made their way from the bar to the parking lot, each step echoing in the quiet night air.
She could feel her heart drumming a little louder than usual, its rhythm uneven and quick, a telling sign of the anticipation that had wound itself around her all evening.
They didn't speak as he opened the passenger door for her, and she slid in, her pulse quickening with every passing second.
Sakura couldn't help but glance around, noting how the car felt so… Kakashi. The sleek black exterior of his Audi A7 was understated yet elegant, much like him—nothing flashy, but undeniably refined. Inside, the faint scent of leather mingled with something deeper, something woodsy—pine or cedar, maybe—floating through the air, grounding her in the moment.
She also couldn't help but notice how well-maintained the interior was, no clutter in sight except for a novel tossed casually in the backseat. It was the kind of space that exuded control. It was clean, masculine, and subtly intoxicating, much like Kakashi himself, which made her heart race even faster.
Kakashi eventually rounded the car, his movements fluid but tense as he climbed into the driver's seat. The moment the doors closed, the small space between them crackled with implicit intent. His hands tightened around the steering wheel, but he didn't start the car right away.
Kakashi exhaled sharply, the quiet of the car intensifying everything that simmered between them.
"Are you sure about this?" His voice was low, rough, but there was something softer beneath it—a final chance to pull away before they crossed the point of no return.
Sakura turned to look at him, her gaze steady and unwavering. "I've never been more sure, Sensei," she replied, her voice firm yet filled with warmth. To drive her point home, she calmly strapped herself in and shifted her focus forward, a determined look settling on her face.
She heard Kakashi exhale then shifted the car into gear, pulling out of the parking lot and driving through the darkened streets in silence, the only sound was the low hum of the engine.
They didn't need to speak. The decision had already been made.
But Sakura couldn't stop herself from watching Kakashi's hands. It was different when he was holding a book in class, his long, slender fingers leafing through pages with soft caress, and it was different now that they're on the steering wheel—strong, controlled, and effortlessly precise. His forearms flexed subtly beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his sweater, the muscles shifting with each turn of the wheel, and it was stirring feelings of something dangerous to her core.
There was something really hypnotic about it, his grip firm yet relaxed, a reflection of the calm confidence that always surrounded him, and with every smooth maneuver, she found her pulse racing.
Who'd have thought that even in the mundane act of driving, Kakashi exuded a quiet power that made her breath hitch, and she couldn't help but imagine those hands tracing over her, fingers pressing softly against her skin, moving with the same steady confidence. A blush crept over her as she envisioned his hands finding all her sensitive spots, his touch igniting a warmth that left her breathless, craving something she could hardly bring herself to name.
A gentle breeze from the cracked window stirred the loose strands of Sakura's hair, but the cool air did nothing to ease the heat pooling under her skin as her thoughts drifted into familiar, forbidden territory—the same space she retreated to whenever she allowed herself to imagine her Sensei.
As Kakashi drove, an underlying tension seemed to coil between them, thickening the air in the confined space. Her breath grew shallow, each exhale betraying the nervous energy building inside her.
Kakashi's gaze flickered to her, catching the faint blush on her cheeks and the way shallow puffs of air escaped her lips. His jaw tightened, and without a word, his foot pressed harder on the gas, the low hum of the engine punctuating the electric silence between them.
Sakura's heartbeat quickened, her pulse dancing at the way his hand flexed over the wheel, steady and assured. In that moment, even the simple act of accelerating felt charged, like every movement, every subtle shift, was a silent promise of something neither dared to say aloud.
The city lights faded behind them, replaced by the quiet solitude of the countryside. When they finally reached a secluded spot overlooking the water, the soft glow of moonlight cast ripples of silver across the waves.
Kakashi parked, cutting the engine to leave only the gentle sound of water lapping against the shore and the faint rustling of leaves in the cool night air. He leaned back in his seat, hand resting briefly on the wheel before settling on his thighs, his posture deceptively relaxed.
They sat in silence for a moment, the air between them thick with words unsaid until Kakashi glanced sideways at Sakura, her silhouette barely illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows. Her lips were slightly parted, painted in a shade of red that stirred something visceral in him, a color that he had been trying to ignore the whole night.
Then, her green eyes locked onto his, unguarded and silently urging him forward, the unspoken plea unmistakable in their depths.
He'd been the one meticulously holding onto control, fully intending to initiate—w hen he was ready, when he could handle it. But before he knew it, she had unbuckled herself off the passenger's seat and leaned across the console, her fingers brushing his cheek, and her red-painted lips pressing against his, soft yet undeniably bold.
For a few heartbeats, Kakashi simply froze, processing the unexpected rush of warmth and surprise. A laugh, low and a little stunned, escaped him, making Sakura pull back slightly, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. That look brought him back into focus, and his hand found its way to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as he fully, finally responded.
The amusement in his gaze shifted to something darker, as his fingers tangled in her hair, snapping the rubber tie that held her tresses together, tugging just enough to tip her face closer, deepening the kiss with a heat he could no longer deny.
As Sakura's hair fell around them like a curtain, framing their faces, Kakashi breathed in her scent, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. "You do realize," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough and barely controlled, "there's no going back from this."
Instead of a response, Sakura's tongue darted out, teasing the curve of his bottom lip before her teeth caught it in a light, tantalizing nibble. Kakashi's breath hitched, a low growl escaping him as his fingers slipped to unfasten his own seatbelt.
The kiss began slow, exploratory—a first step into the forbidden. But as their mouths moved together, the intensity deepened. Sakura's hands slid up into his hair, pulling him closer as their breaths mingled together.
One moment, they were entangled in the front seat, breaths heavy and pulses racing; the next, they tumbled into the backseat in a hasty shuffle, punctuated by soft laughter against each other's lips.
In the clumsy exchange, Sakura found herself straddling Kakashi's lap, her knees pressed into the seat on either side of him. She felt his strong hands steadying her waist, his grip firm, sending an inexplicable satisfaction through her as she gazed down at him.
Their laughter faded, replaced by a smoldering tension as Sakura caught Kakashi's lips into a slow, hungry kiss, the distance between them disappearing entirely.
Shadows danced in the dim light as their movements grew needy, the slightly cracked windows fogging with the heat of the night, and neither seemed willing to break from the closeness they'd finally embraced.
Sakura's lipstick, a shade of crimson that complimented her skin, smeared across her lips as the kiss became greedy, her hands gripping parts of Kakashi that she could—his hair, his face, the fabric of his dark sweater.
She pressed herself against him, her breath catching as Kakashi's hands slipped under her top, one palm spreading across her back, the other teasingly brushing beneath her bra, his thumb caressing her skin and sending delicious shivers coursing down her spine.
When their lips parted for just a moment, both breathing heavily, Kakashi caught the reflection of himself in the rearview mirror—his own lips now stained red with her lipstick.
Sakura noticed it too, her eyes lighting up with playful amusement as she leaned back slightly, brushing a thumb across his mouth, smearing the lipstick even further. "Looks like I left my mark, Sensei." she teased, her voice positively breathless.
Kakashi's mismatched eyes gleamed in the low light, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "You've been leaving your mark for a while now," he murmured, pulling her back to him, his lips finding hers again in a kiss that felt even more intense, their playful banter only stoking the fire between them.
Kakashi's thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as Sakura's body responded instinctively to his every touch, pressing closer, craving the forbidden contact that neither of them should be indulging.
The weight of her felt right, grounding him in a way he hadn't anticipated. With her hands lightly cradling the back of his head and her off-shoulder top baring just enough skin to tempt him further, Kakashi's breath deepened and for every breath he took, he could feel the rush in his pulse at the sight of her—so close, so undeniably real.
She also smelled incredible, that familiar scent of jasmine and sandalwood filling the space around him, intoxicating him further. But it wasn't just the scent…
She's so soft , he thought, mesmerized by the way she felt against him. He could feel every curve, every breath she took, and it was driving him wild. The way her body moved with his sent sparks through his veins, her presence overpowering every ounce of restraint he'd built up over the months of her teasing.
Kakashi pulled back just enough to shift his lips to Sakura's neck, trailing hot, lingering kisses down her skin. The moonlight poured through the window, casting shadows that wrapped around them, making the moment feel like a secret, stolen from the world.
"You drive me crazy," he murmured against her neck, his voice thick and low, each word sending a thrill through her. "You know that, right?"
A playful smile tugged at Sakura's lips as she tangled her fingers in his silver hair, tugging just enough so she could look at him and whisper. "Oh, I know, Sensei," her voice soft but teasing. "And I like it when you're like this."
Kakashi chuckled, but the sound was laced with something sinful. His hands tightened their grip on her waist, settling her into the moment and letting her feel his growing bulge. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
"Then be a good girl," he whispered back, the words barely audible, "and come closer."
A flood of emotions rushed through her, both from his whisper and from what she felt—the stiffness in his pants, the unmistakable evidence of his desire. It sent a shiver through her, not just because of the physical realization but because of what it represented. This man, this enigma who always seemed so in control, wanted her.
Sakura gulped as she complied, moving slightly in his lap, the leather of the backseat creaking softly under their shifting weight.
He kissed her again, this time deeper, as if testing just how far she was willing to surrender to the heat crackling between them. Sakura's breath hitched as she felt Kakashi's hands slowly slide up her thighs, his touch both firm and tantalizingly gentle. The cool leather of the car seat beneath her was a stark contrast to the warmth of his fingers as he toyed with the waistband of her barely-there underwear.
She could feel the heat radiating from his body, mingling with her own growing desire. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears as she continued to straddled him, her eyes locked onto his handsome face.
"Kakashi-sensei," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I want you."
He smirked, the slight curve of his lips faintly visible under the dim moonlight. "Patience, Sakura. Teasing is an art." he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You would know since you've been doing it to me for a few months now..."
Her frustration bubbled up, fueling her determination and rebelliousness. Leaning forward, she pressed herself fully against him, every curve of her body aligned with his, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing, which annoyed her a bit because how could he be so calm?
Slowly, she tugged at the hem of his fitted sweater, her deft fingers, peeling it back inch by inch to reveal the warmth and hard lines beneath. Her fingertips traced over his bare skin, marveling at the taut muscles, each ripple a hint of the strength that lay under his calm exterior.
Kakashi's hands moved to help, tugging at his sweater from over his head and slipping out of the material entirely. His gaze fixed on her, dark and unwavering, as her eyes roamed over his toned body. She let out a soft, involuntary gasp as her eyes took in the chiseled lines of his chest, shoulders, and torso, his physique somehow both graceful and powerful.
She couldn't help but brush her fingertips against his skin, and a warmth blossomed in her chest. She had seen Kakashi in so many different lights before—her teacher, the aloof professor, the man who always kept his guard up. But now, here in his backseat, barely illuminated by whatever source of light outside, he felt different. He felt real. He felt hers.
"You like what you see?" His voice was a teasing murmur, yet it held an edge of something deeper, something that sent a thrilling shiver through her.
Sakura's gaze met his briefly before her eyes trailed down, irresistibly drawn back to the lines of his body, each detail captivating her. It was a miracle she wasn't visibly drooling, though inside, anticipation was building. "Hmm. Hard to believe you keep all this hidden during class."
Kakashi's smirk deepened, his fingers pressing over the flesh of her butt just enough to make her heart skip. "Maybe I'm just that good at teaching," he replied smoothly. "My students focus on the material, not me."
She laughed softly, a mischievous sound as her fingers traced delicate paths along his neck, his shoulders, the firm lines of his chest, and down to where the waistband of his pants settled low enough to tempt. "Oh, I manage to do both."
He chuckled as he retaliated by tracing his fingers along the lines of her underwear, his touch agonizingly slow, and tugging at it when it caught his finger as though giving her a signal to do something he wanted her to do.
Without need for words, she lifted herself slightly, holding onto his shoulders for balance, as she let him slide her panties off her hips and down her legs, leaving her in her dark top and her pleated skirt.
After a little shuffling, here and there, she eventually felt her flimsy underwear dangle on one leg as she settled back on his lap—feeling the cool air coming in from the cracked windows against her sensitive skin.
She had no idea if it was the alcohol finally kicking in, but a boldness surged through her, stripping away her inhibitions. She wanted him to touch her, to feel him on every inch of her body, but he remained maddeningly patient, as if savoring the moment.
But there was a shift as he guided her gently onto the backseat, positioning her to lie flat on her back. Under the soft wash of moonlight, his silver hair framed his face, casting shadows that highlighted the intensity in his eyes.
For a suspended instant, Sakura's mind went blissfully blank, simply mesmerized by the sight of him above her—strong, focused, and undeniably beautiful in between her legs. The touch of his long, slender fingers trailing along her inner thighs wasn't even enough to snap her back, until he spoke.
"Spread your legs for me, Sakura." he commanded, his voice husky.
Without any second thoughts, she obeyed, parting her thighs wide, exposing herself to his gaze, hypnotized. Kakashi's eyes darkened as they took in the sight of her, slick and eager. Then he dipped a finger into her, his touch firm and sure, while his thumb began stroking her clit. Sakura cried out, her legs spreading wider, her hips bucking off the seat.
"You're so wet for me." he murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he fingered her, thrusting in and out with steady rhythm, until she heard the erotic sounds coming from her body. "You're already so close, aren't you?"
She could only nod and whimper, too overwhelmed by sensation to form words. His finger moved expertly, hitting all the right spots, making her writhe beneath him. But it wasn't enough. She needed more, needed him inside her to fill her completely.
"S-sensei," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Please…" she breathed, her hands reaching for him, desperate to pull him closer.
But he had other plans.
He lowered himself and pressed his mouth against her core as he added another finger inside. The feeling of his tongue sliding against her clit was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body, causing her eyes to flutter and roll back in sheer ecstasy.
He alternated between licking and sucking, his fingers still working her with expert precision while his free hand made sure to keep her legs open for him. She could feel an orgasm building, cresting just out of reach, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.
"Oh god, Sensei!" she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his silver hair as she tried to hold onto control. "I'm going to... I'm going to…"
With a final sweep of his tongue and his fingers curling inside while pressing that sensitive spot, he brought her over the edge, her body convulsing around his fingers as she came apart. Her cries echoed in the small space of the car, her vision blurring as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Kakashi didn't let up. He continued to stroke her through the aftershocks, his fingers relentless in their pursuit of her bliss. When her back finally collapsed against the seat, body spent and trembling, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste her.
Sakura's eyes fluttered open, watching him lick his fingers clean, her own arousal mounting once more.
There was something primal in his stare, an intensity that sent a thrill through her, making her pulse quicken all over again as she realized he was far from finished.
"Now," he said, his voice hoarse. "It's my turn."
TBC
A/N: "I've been really into reading manhwas and webtoons lately. Aside from the song prompt 'Diet Pepsi,' this modern version of Kakashi has me thinking about Izek Van Omerta from 'How to Win My Husband Over.' If you haven't checked it out yet, I highly recommend it! It's a beautifully crafted historical manhwa, and Izek really reminds me of Kakashi—it's hard not to love my two silver-haired husbands!"
I think I'm out of practice writing explicit, mature stuff. Hope I can deliver on the next chapter. Thanks for reading!