Kakashi watches from a rooftop, he sees her somewhere she has no business being and with someone she has no business being with. Their interaction seems to be going well, but much to his dismay, his stomach knots at the sight of the two of them together.
He’s not happy, but he’s willing to let her have her fun, after all, they’re not together. Nothing wrong with her exploring her options, because he knows that no matter what, she can’t stay away from him.
she’s laughing.
Kakashi scowls bitterly, watching closely as Sasuke’s hand moves just a little too close to hers.
She’s allowed to have a little fun, but not that much fun.
if anyone should be with her tonight, making her laugh, it should be him.
He pulls out his phone and sends her a text that he knows will put her on edge. He tends to reserve using a serious tone only when he really, really needs to. Tonight felt like a night where he needed to use such a tone, after all, Sakura is more receptive when he uses said tone.
He picks up a bottle of vodka that’s been sitting beside him for the past hour and takes a long, deep, swig. He continues watching the scene before him.
—
Sakura’s puts the finishing touches of her makeup on when she begins to think about him. She considers the notion of her meeting with Sasuke becoming one of the many gossip topics of the town, would he hear about it? She hopes that even if he does, he’ll exercise a level of maturity and not crash her ‘date’
not really a date now, is it?
Well, referring to their meeting as a date wasn’t completely a lie, he did offer to take her out for drinks tonight. It wasn’t a romantic gesture per se, but Kakashi doesn’t need to know that, he isn’t inclined to know every little detail of her life. A small part of her hopes that he’ll get jealous— the rational part of her completely dismisses the thought, after all, what right would he have to get jealous?
He made the status of their relationship clear, what would the people say if they found out the true nature of their relationship together? Sakura hasn’t committed many crimes in her life, but the few she has— such as sleeping with her boss and the inherent taboo nature of said act makes her feel sick to her stomach.
She looks at her reflection with a frown, the girl in the mirror looks dark and mysterious. she’s wearing wine-red lipstick, dark eye shadow, and a black dress that stops at her mid-thigh, it’s snug in all the right places and shows off her form. They’re going to a bar— but a rather nice one, so Sakura did her best to get dressed up.
Sakura slips on a small silver necklace, the one he gave her, before heading out.
—
Sasuke looks nice and far less exhausted than usual. He seemed as eager to see her as she was to see him, which given Sasuke’s poker face, doesn’t look like much but Sakura noticed. He seems quiet yet engaged in their conversation, Sakura’s just blabbering on about her life within the past year, basically just getting him up to date on her life.
”Yeah, life’s been feeling like a roller coaster recently. But hey, I’m still kicking.” Sakura says, swirling her straw around in her drink, watching as the ice cubes bump into each other.
“I’m happy to hear that Sakura,” Sasuke replies, taking a sip of his whisky. How he manages to down straight liquor so easily without making even the slightest reaction she’ll never know. “So, how has your life been going?” She asks, taking a sip of her drink.
“It’s been hectic, but I’ve been working through it.”
“I’m glad Sasuke, how's Naruto doing?"
Sasuke answers with a soft smile, telling her about all the things they've been doing since they left to travel together, Sakura's happy for them, in fact, she envies them. They were an example of soulmates, people made for each other, she tried to push down the jealousy that arose in her throat. she swallows bitterly before taking another sip of her drink, trying to distract herself before changing the subject.
Sakura and Sasuke then get lost in a conversation, Sakura is enjoying herself, she's seeing a side of Sasuke she's never seen, and she finds herself having fun with this version of him as he lets loose with each swig of his drink. Throughout their many years of comradery, this is the first time they're having a lengthy and detailed talk together. Their conversations are usually short and succinct, they contain brief summaries and long moments of silence, and his responses are usually compact and get straight to the point, tonight though it seems like he's channeling a long-hidden part of himself. If it's an act, he doesn't seem to realize it anymore.
They're laughing, Sasuke isn't the type to smile unless in the presence of Naruto so Sakura feels honored that he's feeling comfortable enough to show this side to her.
The night is going well when Sasuke comments on the time "It's almost one," he says, looking at his pristine wristwatch.
"Is it?" Sakura asks before glancing at her phone. she stops breathing when she notices a certain notification on her screen, she's not sure whether Sasuke either doesn't notice her sudden change in attitude or he does and decides not press her about it. "I-It is late, we should call it a night." Sasuke's eyes ever so slightly squint at her, he's analyzing her. "Need me to walk you home?" he offers, showing his concern for her in his own way
"No! No! I'm sober enough to walk home, I'll be fine."
"Okay." he replies as if he doesn't really believe her words.
—
There are certain phrases that Kakashi can say that will immediately put Sakura on edge, those are phrases she knows carry weight. He’s rarely serious, so in the instances where he is serious, she feels uneasy.
He’s serious when there’s something dire at stake.
He’s serious when there's something happening that he doesn’t want to happen.
He’s a man with enough status and power to make the world bend to his will on any given day. When the world doesn’t bend to his will, that’s when he gets serious.
Of course, Sakura knows he would never threaten her the way he would threaten people he saw as enemies— for instance, she’s aware of an incident where Kakashi threatened to reveal every dirty little secret about a man when he wouldn't comply with his demands, essentially blackmailing him. She’s even overheard him threaten to kill people when they tried to fuck him over.
So when she looks down at her phone and sees a text simply stating “call me.” from Kakashi’s number, her stomach drops and she begins to feel anxious. She recounts every recent interaction they’re had and shifts through every possible way she could’ve upset him enough for him to send a cryptic message like that.
She can’t help but think, she knows Kakashi all too well to know his intentions behind the text were anything but good. She’s feeling paranoid.
Could he know about her meeting with Sasuke? No, that’s impossible. He’s a busy man, why would he spend his time keeping track of what she’s doing?
When Sakura gets back to her apartment, she immediately showers without looking at her phone again. If he’s somehow found out that she and Sasuke went out together then he must be either a psychic or a stalker and she can't rule out either.
It’s not like she could continue their relationship after she agreed to pretend Sasuke’s girlfriend, after all, she was going to have to learn to keep up appearances— she can’t let people see her with her out with her boss again, people would speculate and dig into their relationship. She can’t make things even more complicated for Sasuke.
If it’s really important then he can tell her in person tomorrow morning.
Their relationship is supposed to be strictly professional, nothing more. They can't continue talking outside of work hours.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s curiosity, she isn't really sure, all she knows is she's giving in to her anxious thought and decides to call Kakashi. She knows it’s a bad decision, but it's eating at her. She just has to find out the meaning behind the text.
“Hey.” Kakashi Answers, his tone sounds calm, not pissed or even remotely upset.
"Hey?” Sakura replies, voice unsteady. “You know, it’s not appropriate to contact one of your employees outside of work hours.”
“Yeah, Don’t really care though.” He says nonchalantly “Do I look better in gray or Black?” He suddenly asks, confusing Sakura even more.
“You wanted me to call you just to ask that?”
“Yep.”
After a few seconds of stunned silence, she realizes he’s waiting for an answer to his question. She’s already regretting calling him.
“Black.” She responds through gritted teeth “is that all?”
“Mm.. okay, if you say so.” He replies, sounding like he’s going through his wardrobe. “And no. How’d your date go? Not great I’m guessing since you’re on the phone with me and not getting fucked like a normal person after a date.” She cringes at his crude wording.
“Most people don’t fuck on the first date, Kakashi.” She replies as she walks into her kitchen to make herself some tea. It’s been a long, long night and she’s still feeling tipsy. “But you would.” He informs her “if you were really into him that is.” He says conversationally, still moving things around in the background. “You’re pretty impulsive as well.”
Sakura bristles at his insinuation that he somehow knows her well enough to tell her facts about herself. “Or maybe I just don’t like to rush into things.” She argues while boiling some water. “Maybe I only fuck people immediately if I don’t see a future with them.”
“Good thing you waited five years to fuck me then.” He quips and she can hear his smirk through the phone. She sighs, holding her phone between her ear and shoulder as she waits for the water to heat up. “It went great actually. Why? Are you jealous?”
“Not at all.” He replies easily “any making out or is Sasuke too chaste for that on the first date?”
so he does know.
”why are we playing twenty questions?” She inquires “it’s almost three in the morning.”
Kakashi doesn’t miss a beat. “Because I missed you, now tell me about it.”
Sakura’s heart begins to pound in her chest, she’s unsure if it’s from anger or flattery. He’s being pushy, he’s always pushy. He has a talent for roping people into conversations that they didn’t want to have. “We just had some drinks.” She says, avoiding the obvious issue at hand. “It was lots of fun.”
Kakashi was bound to find out, she just wasn't sure if she should be the one to inform him about it. Knowing him, he’d immediately make his way into her apartment in some grand show of possessiveness if she was the one to tell him.
He’d probably grab her by her hips and throw her onto her couch, all while murmuring filthy things into her ear about how her boyfriend can’t fuck her better than he can, then he’d prove it. He’d fuck her with long, deep strokes of his cock, then he’d make her cum, hard.
Sakura’s snapped out of her daydream when she notices the water boiling over. “Fuck.” She hisses, quickly cleaning up the mess. “Okay over there?” Kakashi asks “anyways, I’m happy for you.”
Sakura immediately becomes suspicious of his statement. Kakashi is many things, selfless isn’t one of them, and he would need to be an absolute saint to not feel somewhat slighted by Sakura going out with a friend of his.
He might care for her, but he certainly doesn’t care enough to give her up that easily.
“You’re… happy?”
No backhanded comments? No suddenly appearing at her house to show her who owns her? He’s just happy for her? She grows more and more suspicious by the second.
”Why wouldn’t I be? I want you to be happy.” He purrs as it now sounds like he’s laying down on his bed. “If you’re happy with him, then I wish both of you the best.” Sakura’s feeling both incredibly confused and exhausted, she’s getting annoyed at his casual attitude. “Are you… feeling okay?” She asks, lying down on her own bed. She isn’t sure why she doesn’t just hang up at this point as she tries not to think about the way his voice sounds on the phone, rumbling, soothing, and much too familiar. He must be tired.
“I’m feeling fine, Angel.” He coos in response, she notices the use of that nickname but she’s much too tired to call him out. “So, what have you been up to recently?”
Sakura’s feeling a little too drunk and tired now to fight with him now, so she just tells him. There’s a part of her that craves this intimacy with him— missing the way that they used to talk after having sex, they would spend hours just talking about whatever they felt like. She also misses the time before they got intimate when they were simply nice to each other and she didn’t constantly suspect him of having ulterior motives. She knows this is definitely part of his game— but she lets herself forget how conniving he is for a second and just listens to him talk about how his day was.
Talking on the phone feels distant and harmless. The minutes pass quickly and Sakura finds herself looking at her chipped nail polish while still on the call. her phone is hot and Sakura’s beginning to run out of things to talk about.
”I need to paint my nails, what color should I do?” She asks tiredly.
”Blue.” He replies, sounding much huskier than he did before. “Blue looks good on you.”
“If you say so.” She responds, rolling over to lie flat on her stomach and yawning. “What are you thinking about?”
There’s a moment of silence which usually means Kakashi is lost in thought and/or distracted by something. “Want me to be completely honest?” He asks. “I think so,” Sakura says, hesitating for a moment.
”I’m thinking about you wearing nothing but one of my shirts.” He murmurs, and heat creeps its way onto Sakura’s face. “How… How did you know I was wearing one of your shirts?”
“I didn’t.” He chuckles “but now I do. That’s cute, what else are you wearing?” She bites her lower lip, contemplating whether she should tell him the truth or not. She’s wearing his shirt, which is incredibly comfortable, and some lace panties. Another truth is that she’s been rubbing her thighs together for the past hour or so, deeply affected by his sleepy voice. It’s sensual, deep, and low. If she closes her eyes— she can pretend he’s whispering into her ear.
“Nothing else.” She mutters.
It feels like she’s giving in to his temptation, and that feels so wrong, but it also feels so, so right. It’s just for tonight, and they’re just talking on the phone, it’s distant and impersonal, but it won’t hurt to give in a little.
”fuuuck.” He mumbles “how can you always get me so hard so fast?” She closes her eyes, willing herself not to imagine Kakashi sprawled out on his bed, stroking his cock while he listens to her, talking to her. She tries especially hard not to imagine him groaning out her name as he sprays cum all over his toned chest.
“I should go to sleep.” She says, her voice now sounding incredibly strained with every syllable, it’s taking everything in her not to give in to this sweet side of Kakashi. “You don’t mean that.” He purrs “you think I can’t tell that you’re horny right now? I can tell from the way you’re breathing, Angel.”
“Kakashi–“ she argues weakly as her face grows hotter and hotter every time he says something to her. “Love the way you say, my name baby,” he cuts her off, “say it again.” She bites her lip and allows herself to give in just one more time. “Kakashi.” He groans as his name rolls off her tongue oh so sweetly, the sound goes straight between her thighs.
This is wrong.
“let me come over.” He offers “Sasuke doesn’t need to know.”
“That's wrong, Kakashi.” She replies, clenching her thighs tightly together, restlessly shifting side to side. She needs him, but he doesn’t need to hear that now, he’s arrogant enough without knowing the way her cunt is beginning to drip just at the sound of his voice.
“You want to know what’s wrong?” He murmurs “not fucking you senseless after a date, letting you go home while you look so fucking good, if it was with me instead I would’ve had you bent over the bathroom sink before your second drink.”
It isn’t right to just let Kakashi have her, not for her self-esteem, not for him, not for anyone involved. But Sakura has close to no control of her body as her hand slips beneath the waistband of her already-soaked panties as she listens to the filthy things coming from his mouth. “G-Good thing it wasn’t with you then…” she huffs, trying to hold the last part of her dignity intact “would’ve been bad..”
it’s hard to really comprehend the words coming from her mouth when she's vividly imagining getting her brains fucked out. The way he would’ve made her look in the mirror as he fucking ruined her, pounding into her cunt so hard she’s shaking, oh and how fucking hot he would’ve been with his cheeks flushed, lips parted as he fucks her.
“Hm, you don’t think it would be hot to watch yourself fall apart on my cock?” He taunts “I think you’re a liar.”
Sakura lets out soft whimpers and Kakashi knows he’s got her exactly where he wants her. His cock aches with how hard it is, phone sex would momentarily satisfy his addiction to her and her body— but he doesn’t want a quick hit, he wants to fucking overdose on her.
”Should’ve showed up to your date.” He purrs, his sadism slowly peaking its ugly head out. “Think it would've been fucked up to cum in your mouth before you kissed him?” She holds back another whimper, her fingers now going at a slow circular motion at her clit. “N-No… we’re never gonna fuck again, not now, not ever.”
“Such a dirty little lair.” He laughs “you’re touching yourself right now, Aren’t you?” Her movements are still and her face gets red hot, she comes to her senses for a split second. She’s slightly mortified because she knows this is exactly how he wanted her, she’s giving in to him without much of a fight.
“S-Stop.”
she’s not sure what exactly she wants to stop, all she knows is that she doesn’t want him to leave, but she knows she won’t be able to look in the mirror if he stays. She knows it’s shouldn’t go further, it’s already gone far enough.
But god, if she doesn’t want it to go further.
”if you mean that baby, I’ll stop. But I don’t think you do.” He knows better than to fall for her weak protests. she’s silent for a moment, her breathing heavy as she anxiously waits for what comes next. He already understands, he knows her lack of an answer is an answer in itself. Shame is already beginning to build deep inside her, the pressure squeezes around her heart and only makes what’s about to happen worse.
he’s there in record time, Sakura barely has time to open the door when she’s slammed into the wall, the door closing behind the perpetrator.
He has no trouble leading the both of them to her bedroom— he practically has her entire apartment memorized.
Sakura's pushed onto the bed roughly “close your eyes.” He demands and she’s too far gone to deny him. Fuck it, her shame has already rooted itself deep into her subconscious, the consequences can wait until tomorrow. Right now, there’s a gaping hole inside of her that needs to be filled and he’s the only one that can make it better.
Then there’s a pressure weighing down on the bed with her, she gasps, startled at the sudden feeling of hands on her hips “Kakashi—“ she’s already beginning to regret her decision, but it’s hard to think clearly when his hands are sliding up her body and underneath her shirt. She couldn’t bring herself to ask him to leave anyways, it would be a betrayal of her body’s deepest desires. He shushes her as he wraps a cloth over her eyes, tying it neatly at the back of her skull “make it easier for you.”
“We– shouldn’t—“ she tries to protest but her body Betrays her words as his hand slips down to the smooth planes of her stomach, he keeps going down until his fingers are rubbing against her clothed cunt. She can’t control herself anymore— her body has a mind of its own as it bucks up into his touch, needy for more.
Kakashi has made Sakura feel many things throughout their time together, but no matter how frustrated she’s made her in the past, no matter how much she wants to deny both of them what they want— her body reacts to his touch like it knows something she doesn’t, like it knows that it belongs to man before her. “So needy.” He groans, slipping her panties down her legs.
her top comes next and she makes no moves to stop him. She could feel his glare on her now naked body, she feels even more vulnerable than before. He lifts her up by her hips, placing a pillow underneath her ass, before spreading her legs wider and kissing her cunt once, Tentatively. She startles and jerks, blinded and surprised by the feeling of his hot breath against her cunt.
He’s hardly touched her and she’s already glistening wet, the only light in the room is from the moonlight, and god does it glow beautifully on her skin. She’s desperate and he knows that, in fact, he relishes in it. “K-Kakashi.” She whines helplessly, writhing and bucking her hips up for more. “You’re blind…” he says as he pushes a finger into her tight heat “you can imagine I’m whoever you want right now…” he inserts another finger, making her gasp “and yet… you still moan my name?”
She doesn’t have time to argue because he begins to devour her. His eyes never leave her half-hidden face as he sucks her clit between his lips. He licks, sucks, and kisses, everything that she knows she loves— he knows her body better than she did. He knows how she ticks, he knows how to take her apart and put her back together, he knows how to make her legs tremble and shake. She’s dripping into his palm as his fingers curl inside of her, applying just enough pleasure to drive her insane. She’s already getting close because she’s been teased for much too long, she can’t hold out much longer, no, not when he’s giving this much fucking stimulation all at once.
“Why not your boyfriend?” He asks before sucking on her swollen clit “w-what?” She mumbles confusedly, rocking her hips against his tongue desperately as if she was in heat. She’s close. Too fucking close. She’s beginning to forget her own name at this point, her brain is malfunctioning.
“Is it because you’d rather have me?”
He’s teasing her because of course he fucking is, pressuring her, taunting her, his sadistic streak sticks its head out once again. He’s pissed at her, he remembers the way she was laughing at whatever Sasuke was saying, her head thrown back and her face flustered from the alcohol, he wanted to fucking tear her apart, ruin her so badly that no one will ever take a look at her without knowing who she belonged to. she doesn't deserve this, and yet his cock is rock hard and he’s rutting against the mattress like a fucking teenager. He hates her, he hates how fucking insane she makes him, he hates the way she’s got him addicted to her. He watches closely as she writhes and cries, trying to chase the orgasm that he keeps bringing her on the brink of only to ruin in the last moment.
“That’s not— fuck.” She cries as she threads her fingers into his hair. “It’s okay baby,” he purrs between long drawn out licks up and down her quivering cunt “I won't tell him if you don’t.”
“Now, cum for me.”
Sakura knows it’s not okay and that he isn’t happy with her, but this will have to do for the moment as the sight of her wailing and gripping the sheets as she fucks his face like a needy little bitch in heat, riding out her high.
Sure Sakura went on a date with Sasuke tonight, but she’s coming on his face at the end of the day, she wouldn’t be this shaking, desperate mess if she was with him— no, only he can fully satisfy her.
Sakura looks completely disheveled as she pants, coming down her high as he crawls up her body. She’s startled when he presses a chaste kiss onto her lips, she can taste both her cum and alcohol on his tongue, and when he pulls away she’s desperately chasing after his lips.
he positions himself at her entrance, slipping the head of his cock up and down her slick folds as he looks at the sight below him “so, are you guys gonna make it official?” He asks as he slowly slips his cock into her tight cunt. She gasps at the intrusion, she can hardly process what he asked her as her body greedily takes everything it’s given, she feels full— so nice and full.
“answer.” He growls as thrusts further inside her, his voice strained and rough as he buries himself to the hilt. When he once again wasn’t given a response he pulls out all the way only to slam deep into her, making Sakura’s toes curl “N-Not yet.” She chokes out as his cock stretches her out oh so good. He fucks her deep, his cock kissing her cervix as he began a continuous thrusting motion.
“don’t you feel bad, baby? or does the guilt make it hotter for you?” He rasps, and she can’t respond. She can’t do anything besides grip at whatever part of him she can access.
Kakashi uses the pillow beneath her to get the best angle he possibly could as he mindlessly fucked into her “so fucking wet.” He breathes as he leans down to her ear, letting her hear all the filthy noises coming from his mouth. “So fucking tight, just for me.”
“K-Kakashi…! I c-can’t!” She whimpers, this seems to only egg him on as he begins to slam into her “this pussy…” he rasps “belongs to me.” He moves to her neck, grazing the column of her neck with his teeth, carefully leaving deliberate marks so he could see them. “Doesn’t matter if you’re with him.”
“don’t be mean..” she whimpers with a shaky breath, she’s already close to another orgasm, she can feel the knotting of her stomach as she loses herself in the feeling of his thick cock stretching her open. “I’m mean?” He snickers “Just a few hours ago you were on a date with another man, now you’re taking my fucking cock like a slut.” Sakura feels so filthy and depraved, but that only seems to make the fire in her stomach burn hotter, her pussy wetter and making her cum even harder.
Sakura’s cunt constricts around his cock, making him whisper so many filthy fucking things as he slows his thrust “that’s my good girl, such a good girl for me, you want my cum Angel? You want me to fill up that little pussy of yours?” She’s nodding frantically
“use your words, Angel.”
“Please, oh god, please, please!”
Sakura’s beginning to suffer from overstimulation, gripping helplessly onto the sheets as drool seeps from her mouth, she tries desperately to pull away— it’s too much, her pussy is convulsing and he just won’t relent, her attempts to pull away only seemed to make him want to fuck her harder, he places both of his hands on her hips as he forces her back down onto his cock and at that special angle “don’t you fucking run from me.” He growls and she can do nothing but just take what he’s giving her—he’s using her like a sex doll, and there’s nothing she can do to deny him of what he wants.
As she feels his hips sputter, his lips lock onto her, greedily invading her mouth as his cock twitches inside her— Kakashi spills every last drop into her, only pulling out so he can see the mixture of both their cum seeping out of her pussy. He groans at the sight, she’s so fucking full, he considers making her go throughout the day like this, maybe next time.
“Don't worry baby, I'll keep your secret.”