Sakura was sicker than shit.
They'd flown back into Konoha in pouring rain, the change in temperature a shock to all of their systems. Novembers in the land of Fire tended to be cold and dreary until the first snow, and the city was encased in the depressing weather. Kakashi had been able to tell that Sakura's system had already begun crashing, and the cold and wet was the last virus to take her down.
Despite rinsing off and changing on the yacht ride before the flight, Kakashi had recognized the signs of her body giving up the fight, her reactions just a little slower, her hands just a little shaky, her voice just a little rough. They'd flown in at 7 am the day after they had departed, twelve hours behind schedule, and Sakura had gone to bed the moment that they'd stumbled through her beloved front door.
Kakashi had taken the opportunity to go pick up his pack, leaving Sakura in the capable hands of Genma, Izumo, and Kotetsu, while the others sought their own homes with groans of relief. He was at Hanare's home for the dogs for less than five minutes, giving her a half hug that couldn't even really be categorized as a hug—he had never been good with casual physical affection—and departing again in his truck before the engine could cool, even in the cold weather. He didn't want to leave Sakura when he could see illness falling over her the way the rain was falling over the city.
She was still asleep when he returned, the house dark and silent aside from the crack of lightning and the rhythm of rain. The dogs took off into the yard when Kakashi opened the back door, off to reacquaint themselves with the property. He spent the rest of the morning unpacking both of their bags and frequently checking on his idol.
Kakashi heard the sounds of her stirring early in the afternoon and meandered into her room, their room now, to find a fever searing her veins. Her hair clung to her sweaty forehead and the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were glazed and slow to respond to the sight of him standing above her in the dim, watery light.
"Sakura," he tried to catch her attention, moving to stand beside her head at the top of the bed. It took several seconds for her to find him, and he could tell her body was stiff and aching from the way she moved.
Of course he had seen her sick, but not to this extent. Any time she spent extended periods of time pushing herself as hard as she could, she crumbled. Her body was like an iPhone, it had a built-in expiration date. He had only ever seen what everyone else did when she was sick. A sniffle, a cough into a handkerchief, a tissue in her pocket.
He had never really seen her when she was sick like this, he realized as he looked down at her. He previously hadn't been allowed inside, and she would hole up alone until she was well enough again to come out. It dawned on him why no one ever saw her when she was sick like this, aside from the obvious. She was vulnerable, unable to draw her fierce personality up against the war in her body. Concern filled him as he frowned down at her illness ravaged body. She was so…frail like this. It was very different from the various sides of her he was used to experiencing.
A groan that was more of a croak escaped her parched throat, the only sound aside from the rain.
Kakashi bent over and pressed his cool forehead to her burning one, assessing the fever. He was alarmed to find her scorching. Her eyes fluttered shut once more while he leaned into her, her breaths a slightly wet rattle. That couldn't be good.
He cursed colorfully enough to make Sakura proud and pulled back, wrenching his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. He hadn't put his gloves on, so he easily pressed his thumb to the screen and watched his home screen appear, the default background as familiar to him as death.
Kakashi called Yugao for the second time that day. He had called her earlier to let her know they had landed, and Sakura would absolutely not be going to recording or filming. He should have asked her to call the doctor then, but he had assumed that sleep was the medicine Sakura needed. He could've kicked himself.
The phone rang incessantly for several seconds, until finally Yugao picked up.
"Twice in one day, Hatake? To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I need a doctor," he told her curtly. "Sakura needs a doctor." He amended after a moment.
He knew Yugao was very new at this job, but he also suspected there wasn't a file or phone number of Sakura's she didn't have.
"Of course," she replied simply, "I'll send her primary right over."
The call disconnected with a click, and Kakashi returned his phone to his pocket. He walked swiftly into Sakura's bathroom and rifled through the drawers under her sink until he found the neatly folded washcloths, all that familiar shade of midnight she loved so much. Truly, she was as bad as a purple girl, with everything she owned needing to be this color.
He pulled one out and then turned on the faucet of her sink, cranking the knob to the coldest setting. When the water was running as cold as the November air outside, he soaked the washcloth in it and then wrung it out just enough so that it wasn't just dripping water all over. He returned to Sakura's bedside and caressed the pink strands off her forehead. He replaced her hair with the cool cloth, and she moaned at the sensation.
"Pillows…wet…" she protested weakly, eyes still shut.
Kakashi ran a hand through his hair and snorted. How very in character of her to be worried about her expensive, imported pillows getting wet when she was on death's door.
Kakashi was entirely unconcerned with her pillows and didn't bother to respond to her protest. She wasn't mentally present enough to do anything about it.
Kakashi didn't know what else to do after the cold washcloth. Medicine was not his thing. He didn't heal people; he took them apart so they could never heal. This was the antithesis to everything he had become.
So, he pulled up the usually unused accent chair that sat in one corner of the room and seated himself beside Sakura and took one limp, cold hand. He examined her ring finger while he waited, the wedding band that was settled snugly against his mother's—no, Sakura's, engagement ring. What had possessed him to give her this ring, he wasn't sure. Perhaps he had felt the spirit of his mother like the barest touch on his back and felt it was right. He still felt it was right. Maybe it would sit there only for two years, but for that time it would be the best possible place for it. His mother wouldn't have wanted it sitting in his dresser drawer, collecting dust.
Kakashi turned her hand over, taking in her calloused palm and fingertips with intense focus. He was not surprised by how capable her hands were, even though she did not look like she would possess such hands. She was resilient and hard working. Her hands matched the person they were attached to.
He turned her hand back over and inspected her manicure next, appreciating the sharp, strong nails and the glamorous paint job. She'd had them done the morning of the wedding while her makeup was done, and now, nearly a week later, they were beginning to grow out, a thin line of unpainted nail visible by her cuticles.
Had it only been six days? They had traveled to the Land of Waves on Monday and come back yesterday, a Friday, a little over a week into November. And here he was, holding such a precious and strong hand.
He returned her hand to her, tucking it under the blankets close to her body, then stood to check on the dogs, who were all spread out in her living room, sleepily watching the rain out the sliding doors.
As he padded past the kitchen an idea struck him. He could make tea! Tea was good for sick people, right? Hydrating and healthy. He couldn't see how it could hurt, so he shuffled by the island and opened the blue cabinet that hosted the coffee and cocoa and tea, on the shelf above her mix-matched collection of mugs.
He didn't fail to notice that each mug was from a different place, the locations they had been acquired from displayed proudly in bright colors. He smiled slightly as he grabbed down a number of loose-leaf teas and began reading their labels.
Green, black, oolong, chamomile…Why were there so many teas? Did they all do different things? Kakashi, resigned to his ignorance, pulled his phone once more from his pocket and got to Googling.
Twenty minutes later he was still standing by the counter covered in tea varieties, watching a fifth YouTube video that was listing the pros and cons of different teas, their preparation styles, and the milk and honey versus no milk and honey preferences. His head was spinning.
The doorbell rang, coaxing Kakashi from the rabbit hole he had fallen into. He set his phone down by the teas and went to the door, where his dogs were all standing, blocking his way forward. He whistled once, sharply, and the dogs moved their fuzzy butts out of his way, Pakkun being the most stubborn and the last to step aside.
Kakashi opened the door, the sound of the pouring rain increased fourfold. The sky was dumping so much water Kakashi was amazed to find a doctor standing on the porch, and not sitting in a canoe. There had to be six inches of standing water, at least.
Genma was standing under the cover of the roof off to one side, his jacket zipped up to his nose and his shoulders up around his ears. His expression was bored, however, so Kakashi knew he wasn't suffering very much. As long as Genma's socks were dry, he'd be fine. But God help them all if Genma got water in his boots. He got unbelievably pissy anytime his socks got damp on a mission; he'd rather suffer in the desert than tromp through the wetlands.
"Good afternoon," the small woman in the doorway said, adjusting the glasses on her face. She couldn't have been but five foot flat, and she reminded Kakashi of Sakura's dress designer, Chiyo. Her eyes flicked between Kakashi's chest and his eyes, her ears turning pink.
Right. He had discarded his shirt when he'd come home with the dogs and was still in a state of half undress. Kakashi did not find it within himself to care.
"Afternoon," he greeted, stepping aside to usher her inside. She nodded her appreciation and entered, tugging her rolling briefcase over the door jamb and into the house. She politely slipped off her shoes by the shoe rack and waited for Kakashi to lead the way, a slight blush still on her high cheekbones.
Kakashi moved by without touching her and lead her down the hall to the primary bedroom. Sakura was laying on her side now, her shape curled under the covers. The cold washcloth had slipped off and was on the floor by the bed.
The doctor propped her bag by the end of the bed and unzipped it swiftly, pulling out various medical-looking instruments. What did Kakashi know? As long as she didn't pull out a weapon, he was inclined to let her do her job.
"I need to turn her on her back," The doctor commented as she approached the head of the bed.
Kakashi nodded and stepped up to help. He gently took Sakura's shoulder and pushed, tipping her onto her back. She whimpered, the sound like gunfire to him. He stepped back quickly, for fear of causing her any more harm.
The doctor made brisk work of assessing Sakura, swapping out different devices as she checked on different things. Kakashi knew, of course, what the stethoscope, thermometer, and blood pressure cuff were. He did not recognize a few other things that the doctor used, but she did not cause Sakura any pain, her work precise and careful.
"Her fever isn't hospital worthy, but we need to bring it down to avoid that." The small woman eventually announced. Her face was relaxed, and Kakashi could not detect any signs of alarm. He supposed that was a good thing. "She's got a URI, so I'll order some prescriptions to get her on the road to feeling better."
Kakashi blinked uncomprehendingly at her.
"An upper respiratory infection." She clarified. That did not sound good, and it must have reflected in Kakashi's eyes, because she added "It's essentially a bad cold."
"Oh."
The doctor packed her things back up with the same swift precision she had checked Sakura over with, her hands steady and sure. "You want the lemon tea, with a little honey." She said over her shoulder to him as she made for the door.
"Thank you," Kakashi said, walking after her, though he didn't want to leave Sakura's side. The woman paused at the front door after slipping her shoes back on.
"Water first. Keep her hydrated. I'm going to order a Z pack, which will be ready later today. Have her take two today, and then one a day until they're gone." She instructed, her expression kind. Kakashi didn't doubt that she could see the worry in the way he carried himself. "She'll be fine."
She disappeared into the storm with nothing more.
Yugao delivered the meds a few hours later, finding Kakashi back in the chair by Sakura's bed, a novel in hand. He had managed to rouse Sakura just enough to get her to drink some water, but otherwise she remained asleep. With Yugao's help, they got two pills from the pack into Sakura, then tucked her snuggly back in.
"I left soup in the fridge for when she wakes up," Kakashi's old friend said. Her eyes flicked over him, taking in his tired appearance. "And some fried chicken for you. Try not to get sick as well, will you?"
He waved her off without answering. If she was asking him not to be so close to Sakura because he could catch something, then that was just too bad. A virus was the least of things Kakashi would fight for Sakura.
Sakura woke up alone. Her bedroom was quiet and dark, no signs of life but her.
She pulled herself into a sitting position, blankets crinkling and bunching around her. Her room was as it always was: music sheets and the occasional bra tossed around on otherwise pristine carpet. A guitar was propped against the wall. Her favorite robe was draped over the accent chair in the corner that no one ever sat in.
Sakura had the strange sensation of tripping backwards in time while somehow being stuck in an unchanging place. Had she dreamed up her marriage? The Akatsuki? Kakashi's touch? She wasn't sure.
Her head pounded, but her bladder was screaming, so she risked the dizziness and took herself to the bathroom, washed her hands, and crawled back to her cool sheets.
She had known she was going to get sick; she always knew. But damn, did she feel like a bulldozer had run her over and then backed up for good measure. She was feeling a bit better at the moment, but she was confused about why until her eyes landed on the Z Pack on her nightstand beside a half-full mug of tea, which smelled like lemon.
An upper respiratory infection, then. She was familiar with them, as that tended to be what she came down with when she went too hard too long.
Her soul leapt out of her body as her bedroom door opened without warning, her joints barking in protest as she jerked.
The familiar silhouette of Kakashi's broad frame filled her doorway, lit from behind. He had come down the hall on completely silent feet. Fucking typical.
"Kakashi," Sakura croaked. "You scared me, you asshole." Her throat hurt from mucus drainage.
He did not look apologetic at all as he came over to her beside. Sakura glanced down, noticing the four imprints in her carpet by his feet. So, all was not as it usually was, as she had thought. At some point her accent chair had moved and been moved back.
She pulled her eyes up from the floor to his masked face, which she struggled for a moment to focus on. "What time is it? Have I been out all day?" The sky looked dark, but it was raining, disguising the true time.
"Sakura, it's Monday morning." Kakashi told her in his pleasant voice. His eyes crinkled at the corners, exposing his genuine happiness. He appeared in good spirits.
She scowled. "That's not funny."
In response, he scooped her phone off the bedside table and lit up the screen, showing her the date.
"Fuck!" She shouted, her voice too loud to her own sensitive brain. She tossed her blankets back and turned to stand, ignoring the weakness in her limbs.
Kakashi stood in her way, as he so often seemed to. "Where do you think you're goin'?"
She glared up at him, though the effect was ruined by a sniffle. "I have things to do." She stressed.
Kakashi poked the center of her chest and sent her sprawling on her back. A flash of annoyance and heat ran through her at the act.
"You're not doing anything. Doctor's orders." He leaned over her, one hand holding his weight by her shoulder. "But I am so happy you are awake," he said earnestly. "All you did all weekend was sleep and sometimes get up to use the bathroom. It's very strange when the house is quiet and you aren't being dramatic all over the place."
She glared up at him. "Well, now I'm going to be dramatic because I've missed two days of my life." She threatened.
"Imagine how bad you'll be when I tell you you're going to miss another week?"
Sakura attempted to sit up at this, but he held her down with the lightest press of a hand on her shoulder. "Have you taken shrooms? In what fucking world is that happening?"
The amusement slipped off his face. "Doctor's orders, pop star. You could be contagious. Do you want to get your whole band and cast sick?" He challenged, eyes flashing in the low light.
Sakura made a frustrated noise low in her throat, glaring up at him. She had recently hired a new doctor, after the last one had retired, and apparently, she had found one that actually cared. Well, that was fine and dandy until they told Kakashi fucking Hatake that she couldn't do anything until she was actually, entirely, better. Previously she had gone back to work as soon as the fever broke, no fever no contagion, right? But nooooo, of course not now.
Sakura glared at him. "What about filming?" And all the other things she had to do?
Kakashi lifted one silver brow. "This is not the first time an actor has been sick during filming, you know. Yugao took care of it. They'll film as many of the scenes that you aren't in as they can."
She huffed.
In the end she had no choice but to acquiesce to the doctor's, and Kakashi's, demands. She spent the entirety of the week inside of her home—score!—and was as productive as she could be. She reviewed the mini-album FireDrive was about to release and the promotional photos that were going with it; she watched the music video that would be dropping at the same time. Since Kakashi couldn't train her physically, he put her through endless mental drills. He gave her ridiculous hypothetical questions and ran her through the best possible solutions. Naruto and Sasuke sent her flowers and called her on FaceTime, chatting as though she were physically with them. The world had calmed greatly about the news that her husband was her guard. That was the wonder of the media. It just kept hurtling on to the next thing.
The sneaky paparazzi who had interrupted their morning after had been fired, and the original pictures had been retracted. It didn't really do anything, because the photos were already all over the internet, but Sakura was mildly pacified by it.
Sakura's guards changed their regular shifts. Kakashi went out on Tuesday as he always did. She played with the dogs and watched them run in the yard. She read five books. Time was surely moving, but sometimes she felt it flow backwards or sideways or against her as the days passed and her body recovered. She and Kakashi read books or watched TV in their down time.
("The main character is an idiot."
"That's the point."
"She's also a bitch."
"Exactly."
"All of her problems are her own fault. Why is she lying to her friends about that stuff? There's literally nothing wrong with telling them the truth."
"Oh my God, Kakashi, just watch the show!")
By the following Saturday she was as well as she had ever been, but she didn't have anything scheduled anyway. She missed her friends terribly, but at least soon her exile would be over.
Sakura was sitting in her comfy chair in the library, a book open on her lap. Fat raindrops were throwing themselves past the wall of glass, dashing against the ground and the top of Genma's hatted head, where he stood beneath a tree fifty yards out. Winters in Konoha tended to be snow heavy, and the rain would soon switch for frozen flakes, since they were only halfway through November. Genma was in a thick coat and pants tucked into tall boots. She had aptly equipped all of her guards with hand and toe warmers, and they switched rounds more frequently in the bad weather. When it actually began to snow, they would retreat to the newly constructed control room inside of her garage, where the monitors for the camera system lived. She knew the way they would monitor the property was a lot more thorough than just staring at the screens, but she wasn't terribly concerned about the technicalities. Weirdly enough, she had begun to trust her team.
"Interesting read" Kakashi said from over her shoulder. She hadn't realized that he had slipped into her library and was standing behind her chair. He smelled of the cold, informing her that he had just been relieved of standing outside.
She raised her eyes and tipped her head back, meeting his amused expression with a challenge, the corner of one side of her mouth tipped up ever so slightly. He wasn't wearing his mask, only sweatpants, likely having changed the moment he'd come inside. The sight of him was like a syringe of adrenaline to her heart.
Kakashi smirked. "You must be feeling better, reading content like that,"
Sakura refused to blush or try to conceal the words on the pages. "I am feeling much better, thank you for asking," she replied, entirely dignified despite the filthy words in her lap. Her eyes burned against his, the very air smoldering between them in the way it so often did. She was like a furnace around him, even when she didn't have a fever. He always stoked her, simply by being himself. She found herself wanting to rub against him like a cat.
Sakura grinned at him, an invitation written with her lips. He made her behave in ways she had never before. Kakashi's eyes flashed.
He stepped around the chair and took the book from her, setting it on the table. Then he pulled her up, sat himself where she had just been, and pulled her onto his lap, facing her out towards the wall of windows.
He wrapped his arms around her, his mouth finding the side of her neck. Heat shot through Sakura to her core as he scraped his canines against her sensitive skin. Her breath caught.
Kakashi used one hand to guide her thighs over his, spreading her legs to rest outside his knees. He tugged up the hem of the wool skirt she was wearing, allowing cold to kiss the tops of her thighs, where her tall socks ended.
Excitement electrified Sakura's insides. He had not taught her anything in over a week, and she was, embarrassingly, aching for his touch. She was starved of it, actually. She wanted him to coat every one of her synapses with the essence of him, with the heady intoxication she got when he touched her.
Kakashi's fingers skated over the bare skin on her legs, sliding up until they brushed the silk of her panties before sliding back down to tease the tops of her socks. In two days, Sakura would be back in the rushing flood of her schedule, and for right now all she wanted was for Kakashi to take his time touching touching touching her.
She fought to keep her breathing steady as he repeated the motion, teasing her to sweet torment. She could see Genma, not so far away, entirely oblivious to what his commander was doing to her. She felt the rush of wetness between her legs at the thought. Gooseflesh broke over every inch of her.
She felt Kakashi smile against her neck. He eased her sweater off of her right shoulder and pressed his lips there, soft at a brush of wind. "Oh no, Genma is right there. How fun that he can't see us," he purred, and Sakura swallowed. Genma couldn't see them, but there was something undeniably exciting about him being so close, about them both knowing how close he was. Sakura was, after all, a performer.
Kakashi's left hand glided upwards to ghost over her clothed breast, his fingers seeking her nipples and finding that she was not wearing a bra through the fabric of the sweater. He stroked once, twice, eliciting a peak from her nipple and a hiss of breath from Sakura's lungs.
Sakura, in retaliation, shifted her hips and ground her ass into his hardening cock in a slow circle. Kakashi's breath hitched.
He hummed in consideration while his fingers continued to tease her nipple. His right hand squeezed her thigh, and then he dragged his nails lightly along her skin and upwards, finally leaving her thigh to dip between her legs. He ran two fingers up her center, over her panties.
"My Sakura, we haven't even started." She could hear the smile in his voice, the promise. "What a good girl you are, so wet already." Sakura was entirely too pleased by his praise. She was certain now that she had a praise kink. But only from him.
She spread her legs wider.
To reward her, Kakashi began rubbing, teasing, her clit through her underwear, the touch so horribly light she thought she would burst.
She whimpered. What an absurd sound.
His mouth moved over her neck while his fingers continued their slow, painful ministrations over her nipple and clit, the fabric between them too much. She could feel her pulse everywhere he touched.
"If you want something, pop star, sometimes you have to ask," he whispered, just below her ear.
She wasn't ready just yet to cave, though. Instead, Sakura began to gyrate her hips against him, returning just a fraction of his torture.
Kakashi laughed, low and promising. He was not laughing at her attempt to tease him; he was laughing at this game they were playing. It would probably be odd to anyone who saw their normal interaction to see this one, this unusual shift in their power dynamic. But for all Sakura's pride, she was helpless to him like this. And she liked it.
The hand between her thighs withdrew for just a second, and she was remiss without the friction. But then she felt his fingers brush the sensitive skin just above the line of her panties, low on her stomach, before he slipped beneath. He pressed two warm fingers directly to her clit and Sakura moaned at the contact.
This was a game that Sakura was not as good at as she would like to be. She caved to her body much faster than Kakashi.
She turned her head to the side, seeking, a little noise of demand sounding from her throat. Kakashi obliged her, finding her lips with his and sending her drowning in the best way. He kissed her softly, affectionately, simultaneously sliding his fingers down and pushing easily into her.
Sakura gasped into his mouth at the sudden intrusion, her body tensing up. Kakashi continued to kiss her until she relaxed, his lips becoming more demanding. His tongue brushed against hers, stroking while his fingers did the same inside of her.
She was ignited.
But Kakashi seemed to have done a lot of giving, and Sakura decided it was his turn to receive.
Denying herself the orgasm, Sakura pulled Kakashi's hand out and away, causing him to break their kiss.
"Is there a problem, pop star?" Kakashi asked, his body suddenly tense with concern.
Sakura gave him a mysterious smile over her shoulder and stood up. She tugged her sweater up over her head and tossed it who-gives-a-fuck-where, exposing her breasts to the cool air and to Kakashi. He watched her with eyes of fire.
Making sure not to break that eye contact, she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, letting it drop around her ankles, leaving her only in her silk thong and high socks. Too bad for Genma that the glass was one way, or he would be having the best day of his life, she thought. As it was, Kakashi was having the best day as she stood there; enshrouded in soft light from outside, pink nipples pert.
Sakura took his hand, still slick with her, and tugged him up. She led the way out of the library, giving Kakashi an incredible view of her ass, down the hall to her—their—room, and closed the door behind them.
Kakashi turned to her, silver eyebrows up, expectant. God, he was delicious, all muscle and scar and yummy. Sakura might have been drooling.
She took the few steps to close the gap between them with more confidence than she had any right to possess, given her inexperience. She backed him up to the bed and pushed him down when the backs of his knees bumped the mattress. An inverse of the wedding night.
He tipped his head up to look down the length of his torso at her, the silver of his irises like mercury glass. A thrill ran through her at the sight of him, at the anticipation burning like a flare.
Slowly, Sakura hit her knees. She was surprised to find that she didn't mind, not one bit, kneeling for Kakashi. Somehow, she still felt every bit as powerful as she was.
She slid her palms up his thighs from his knees, gliding over his pants until she hit the growing tent in the fabric. She palmed it lightly, barely. Kakashi hissed a breath in through his teeth, his canines glinting and catching Sakura's attention, distracting her from her task.
She couldn't help herself. She climbed up on to the bed, knees on either side of him, and captured his mouth with hers. She had a flash back of their staged kiss at Senju, the way he had kissed her like he'd dreamt of it.
She kissed him with abandon, unrepentant of the potential of getting him sick. She should no longer be contagious, and he didn't seem concerned, either. Sakura eased his mouth open, persuading him with her lips in the best way. She lightly pushed her tongue into his mouth and licked the sharp tip of one of his canines. She couldn't help her smile against his lips, delighted by the feeling of his sharp teeth.
"Bite me," she commanded softly, opening her eyes only to close them again as Kakashi's lips found her throat. Goosebumps erupted over her skin anew as he scrapped his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin on her throat. He moved down, nibbling at her collarbones, the curve of her shoulder. With unrestricted access to her bare skin, he sank his teeth into the soft sport where her neck connected to her shoulder. Sakura shuddered.
Impatiently, she held the sides of his face and tipped it back up towards her, claiming his mouth again. Their tongues collided, teased each other, played. Sakura ground herself against Kakashi's hard cock, seeking friction against her clit, desperate. Kakashi's hips surged enthusiastically, his hands finding her hips to guide them over the bulge in his pants. She was undoubtedly leaving another wet spot on the fabric. The silk of her panties was likely ruined. Oh well. The needs of the turned on outweighed the needs of the fabrics.
Sakura came up for air, breathing hard. Kakashi bit her bottom lip roughly, stoking her hunger. She put a hand on his chest, a command to stay down, and slid back down his body. When her knees hit the carpet, she settled between his legs and reached back up and eased her fingers between his sweats and his skin, finding no boxers beneath.
Kakashi obediently lifted his hips for her to slide his pants down, pulling them to the ground. His cock bounced free, standing tall and stiff like a flagpole, the tip glistening with smeared precum. She had done that, made him like that. She felt high with that knowledge.
Sakura salivated. It was her turn to please him, to make him make those filthy noises. A small smile graced her lips as she took a nice, long look. She slid her hands up the inside of his thighs, sliding through the silver hairs there and stopping on either side of his cock. Her breath ghosted over it, and it twitched. She looked up at Kakashi under her lashes, finding his eyes locked on her, as focused as he ever was.
While he watched, she lowered her head and slowly licked from the underside of the tip, up and over the slit, just once. It was salty and strange, but not unpleasant. His cock twitched again, in time with the pulse between Sakura's legs. She hadn't realized how much self-control oral sex required.
Sakura slowly wrapped her hands around the base of his cock, finding a few extra inches sticking out of the top. Those few extra inches she took into her mouth, still looking up at Kakashi and gauging his reaction. His eyes slipped shut as she sealed her lips around the head of his cock. The length of him warm, hot, and hard to her touch.
"Good girl," he breathed, his voice as low as she had ever heard it. Sakura clenched her thighs together. When did she become so needy?
Sakura swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and began to move her mouth up and down, using her hands to make up for what she couldn't take in. Kakashi's breathing got more ragged as she bobbed up and down, encouraging her. Spit ran from her mouth down his cock and over her fingers, making him slick.
She removed one hand and pushed her mouth down further until the head hit the back of her throat and she gagged violently. Kakashi made a rumbling noise of pleasure as her throat constricted around him. His eyes cracked open, and he looked at her from hooded lids. His eyes flicked to the mirror on the wall behind Sakura then back to her eyes.
"Sakura," she froze, drool dripping from her lips to pool on her fingers. "Take off your panties."
Though she didn't want to be done sucking him off, she obeyed. She removed her mouth from his cock and slowly relieved herself of her panties, dragging it out. Kakashi fisted himself while she did so, pumping very slowly up and down as he watched her.
"Good, now touch yourself while I fuck your mouth." He pointed at the space between his legs and waited for her to obey, resuming her place on her knees. "Spread your legs a little, pop star."
He kicked the insides of her knees until they were shoulder width apart, giving him a view of the center of her through the mirror. Kakashi then guided her face towards his cock, releasing a pleased sigh as she once more took him in her mouth. She wrapped her left hand around the base of his cock and slipped her right hand between her legs.
Kakashi kept a hand in her hair, guiding her up and down while her fingers sought her swollen, aching clit.
"What a pretty little pussy, dripping while you suck my cock. Such a good pop star." He praised her. "I want to watch you cum on your fingers when I cum in your mouth,"
Sakura nearly came from the words, but she slowed her fingers and held herself off. The noises he made while she pleasured him turned her on so much. She didn't understand why someone women didn't like to give head.
He controlled her speed, and gradually began going faster, her motions sloppier. Sakura slipped two fingers inside of herself, pumped a few times, and then returned to her clit, her fingers soaked. She began increasing the speed of her fingers, tingles shooting down her legs.
"Such a good girl. What a dirty pop star." Kakashi's hips began to buck upwards, his breaths became shudders. "Cum for me,"
Sakura sped up the motion of her fingers until her legs were tremoring, an orgasm cresting over her. At the same time, Kakashi came deep in her throat, hot liquid pumping into her. The noise Kakashi made as he came gave her a heady sense of satisfaction.
He released the vise grip on her hair, and Sakura released his cock from her mouth and hand, pulling away with a pop and swallowing hard.
Spitters were quitters or whatever.
Sakura pulled her hand back up and looked back to Kakashi, finding that his cock was still hard. She grinned impishly at him. Good, she wasn't satisfied yet either.
She climbed back up onto the bed, lining her hips up with his. She dragged her center over the length of his cock, relishing in the hot press of it against her. She rode back and forth several times, one of her hands finding a peaked nipple and playing with it softly. Kakashi's eyes were molten on hers as cum glistened on the head of his cock where is stuck out underneath her.
Lightning flashed outside, lighting him up beneath her. He was beautiful, his appearance wild in a way he would never be otherwise.
Sakura reached down while lifting herself up and took hold of his cock. Carefully, she lined him up with her entrance. With a glance up at Kakashi, his face rapt, she sank down onto him. They were both so slick with cum that it wasn't hard. One inch at a time, she sank. And sank. Until she was flush against his abdomen, and she was certain that he was pushed against her cervix. Sakura whimpered. So deep. So deep. Being so filled almost sent her over the edge again, so she took several seconds to simply sit there and get herself under control.
Experimentally, she rolled her hips, her clit rubbing against Kakashi's lower stomach. It felt better than hitting a high C perfectly, or receiving an award. Especially when his eyes rolled back from the pleasure she created.
She rolled her hips again, gasping at the feeling. "You feel-" she panted, "-fucking amazing."
His eyes opened, one side of his mouth quirking up. "You like riding my cock, pop star?"
Sakura nodded. "Like it. So. Much." She lifted herself up until only the tip of him was still inside of her, then dropped back down, hard. She moaned, her nails scratching down Kakashi's chest. He sucked in a sharp breath.
Kakashi's smirk widened into a full, delighted smile. "Good girl. Fuck yourself on my cock."
Sakura didn't need any more encouragement, but she liked it a whole lot. She did as he said, riding him, impaling herself over and over, her mind drifting away. There was only this, their bodies moving together, his cock so deep inside her. His hips snapped up to meet her, causing her to cry out with the pleasure and pain of it. He set a new, brutal pace, thrusting up into her more than she was coming down on him.
Then Kakashi pushed her over the edge by pressing a thumb to her clit and teasing it.
"Kakashi-" she panted brokenly.
"Yes, pop star?"
"I'm—I'm going to—"
Abruptly, Kakashi sat up, stalling her up and down motion, and removed his thumb from her clit.
"Not yet, Sakura. Don't you want to see yourself when you make a mess all over my cock?"
She didn't know how to respond, and she didn't have time anyway. Kakashi pulled gently out, then flipped her over onto her stomach, so that she was facing the mirror. He snagged a pillow from the top of the bed, and gently placed it under her pelvis, changing the angle.
She could see herself, naked and prone, with Kakashi leaning over her. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen. Kakashi leaned down and placed a kiss on her spine, so, so, gently. True affection.
Then she felt the tip of him kiss her entrance. It slid in easily. Kakashi gripped her hair by the base of the neck, tugging her face up so that she was forced to watch herself. It didn't hurt.
"So wet, Sakura. So wet and tight and just for me," He emphasized his point by thrusting into her, hard. Sakura gasped.
He pulled on her hair until she was upright on her knees, seeing herself being fucked from behind, her breasts bouncing as he fucked her slowly, languidly. The hand that wasn't in her hair snaked around and grasped one of her breasts, palming it.
Sakura could feel every individual inch of his cock as he pulled it out and pushed it back into her. So good.
Kakashi licked up the side of her neck, then nibbled on one of her ears. "Look at you. You're the most beautiful thing in the world. The faces you make when you're being fucked are the prettiest." He kissed her forehead, then released her, letting her fall forward back onto the bed.
He planted a hand next to her head, the other on her waist as he sped up. In moments he was well and truly pounding into her. Sakura saw stars. He was impossibly deep in her at this angle, and he seemed to hit a spot inside of her that was electrified every time.
She made eye contact with him in the mirror, jade meeting gunmetal. Kakashi moved his hand from her waist to her clit again, and stroked it, the pads of his fingers rough.
It was too much.
"Kakashi Kakashi Kakashi" She was nearly sobbing.
"Go ahead, honey, cum on my cock."
Sakura came, her fists gripping the sheets as she shuddered. White spots danced in her vision, and Kakashi fucked her through it. Her inner muscles clamped down on his cock, unwilling to let go every time he pulled back.
Kakashi followed her over the edge, his thrusts getting impossibly fast until she felt him cum inside of her. He slowed before becoming still, the sounds of their breathing loud enough to be heard over the rain.
When their breathing had slowed, Kakashi carefully pulled out of her, the feeling of it strange to her.
Kakashi clicked his tongue. "Such a mess," He stood and disappeared into the bathroom, then returned with a washcloth. Sakura didn't move as he gently cleaned up the insides of her thighs.
He sat back, spent, as she rolled over. Her back protested, an ache pulsing low in her spine. Kakashi frowned down at the sheets. Sakura followed his gaze, finding the problem to be a large wet spot on the fabric.
"Damn, Kakashi," she said flatly. "What a mess."