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“Can’t sleep, Kakashi-sensei?” Sakura asked, closing the door behind her.
She had noticed that the lights in his office were still on by the time she got out of her late night shift at the hospital, which meant that he was still up. Someone had to force his sorry butt back to bed. Lucky for him, he had her.
Kakashi lifted his head, sliding his attention away from the stacks of reports and scrolls sitting on his desk to look at her as she approached him. Dark circles framed his tired eyes.
“Sakura,” he greeted, smiling at her despite the exhaustion. “Ah, no, I can’t.” He sighed and ran his long, slender fingers through his silver hair. A part of her—a secret part of her—wanted to thread her hand into his hair, memorize its texture on her fingertips. “Figured I’d get some work done while I’m up.”
“I see. Well, it’s a good thing I stopped by to check up on you.” She folded her arms and frowned at him. “It’s late. You need to rest. You’ve been working a lot lately. It’s not good to fall asleep at your desk.”
Kakashi lifted an eyebrow and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. “That’s quite ironic, coming from you,” he remarked dryly.
Heat flamed her cheeks because yes, she may have a tendency to work herself to the bone, moving from one patient to the next, always on the go until she could barely stand, her feet aching, and she may have accidentally drifted asleep in her office from time to time, but that was besides the point!
So she couldn’t help the defensive tone rising in her voice when she retorted, “Hey, we’re not talking about me here! We’re talking about you. I’m not the one in charge of a whole freaking village! Someone has to look out for you, you know. So, let me help.”
Kakashi laughed. It was a sound that she wanted to bottle up and keep all to herself. “You always take such good care of me.” His head fell back on his chair as he exhaled slowly, his broad shoulders sagging with the weight of exhaustion, his fingers drumming his knee. “So, how will you help me get some sleep?”
She gave a hum of contemplation. “How about this: why don’t I make you some tea to help you fall asleep?” she offered.
She knew exactly what would help him fall asleep.
Kakashi flashed her a grateful smile. “That sounds wonderful, Sakura. Thank you.”
“Let’s get you back to bed first. Come on. Up, up. Doctor’s orders,” she commanded playfully, urging him to rise from his seat. “I’ll make sure you get some sleep.”
“Alright, alright.”
Kakashi was in bed, dressed in his pajamas, waiting for her while reading Icha Icha when Sakura returned with a cup of tea. The door shut behind her with a soft click into the latch. He set the book down on his nightstand and leaned against the headboard.
“Here you go, Sensei,” she said, handing him the porcelain cup. Their fingers brushed against each other in the process, making her cheeks redden slightly as she drew back and smiled.
“Thank you.” He sniffed curiously at the tea, wrapping his fingers around the delicate handle. The floral aroma wafted over him, tendrils of steam rising to his face. A few loose petals danced in a midnight blossom on the rippling surface, catching his reflection. He pulled his mask down and brought the rim to his lips.
Sakura made sure to look away, fidgeting while she stood beside him, shifting from one foot to the other, hands clasped below her waist. Kakashi’s throat worked as he swallowed and lowered the cup, bringing his mask up to the bridge of his nose. The cup met the saucer with a clink. The sound rang throughout the room.
“Hmm… not bad. It’s quite delicious, in fact," he murmured.
She let out a breath of relief that she didn’t realize she was holding. “Good. Drink up, Sensei. I made it just for you,” she said sweetly.
He’s finally asleep, she thought to herself.
Once he finished drinking the tea, it didn’t take long for him to be lulled into slumber with his head resting on the pillow, his eyes closed. The sheets were drawn up to his neck while his chest rose and fell with steady, quiet breaths.
All it took was a cup of her special, loose-leaf tea made with lavender, chamomile, rose petals, lemon balm, a drop of honey… and some crushed-up plants with strong sedative properties native to Suna and Konoha. Blended with the rest of the tea leaves, the herbal sedatives went undetectable. Untraceable. Buried under the layers of sweet, floral notes.
There was no chance of him knowing.
Besides, it was clear that he needed her help to sleep.
She liked being needed by him.
Dedicated to staying by his side for the rest of the night in case his body experienced any potential side effects—and perhaps it was an excuse to stay close to him for a bit longer.
While she had administered the correct dosage to ensure he would be deep in sleep and she was acutely aware of the chemical properties of each ingredient she used, how they should interact with each other, the sleep efficacy enhanced by the combination, she wanted to look after him for a while, just in case.
The silence stretched into the evening. Moonlight illuminated the empty teacup next to Icha Icha on the nightstand. Shadows retreated to the farthest corners of the room while Sakura continued watching over him, studying his features.
He looked so handsome.
A pang of longing shot through her, along with the rising need to touch him—just to check his temperature, she told herself.
She reached over and placed a hand on his forehead, brushing away the silken silver strands. His skin felt smooth and warm to the touch, but not warm enough to the point where it was concerning. Her hand moved down. She touched his cheek, sweeping her thumb over his scar as if to soothe away the dark circles.
Her heart thundered when Kakashi turned his head to the side, his masked lips brushing against her palm. The simple and yet not so simple contact made her gasp, sending a spark of desire rolling up her spine. She tugged the bedsheets off of him and glided her hand down his neck, slipping it between the cotton material of his pajama and the masked undershirt to feel his heartbeat, calm and reassuring.
It was just to discern that there were no abnormal heart palpitations post-sedative tea consumption, she told herself. For strict medical purposes only.
All of a sudden, Kakashi whispered, “Sa…”
Sakura froze.
Is he talking in his sleep?
With her hand on his chest, she leaned in her closer so that her ear was above his mouth, but she could only make out the faint consonant of the letter ‘S’. A beat passed. Silence extended until she heard him speak again, stringing together another syllable, and then another.
“Saku… Sakura,” he groaned.
She blushed fiercely.
Was he dreaming about her? There was no way that could be possible, but… why else would he be saying her name in his sleep?
Sakura glanced over his body and noticed that below his waist, there was the firm outline of his erection, straining against his pants.
Oh… Oh, wow. He was having a hard-on and saying her name. This couldn’t be happening. Was this real? She pinched herself. Nope, not a dream. Very much real. Sakura sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to think it through logically. Erections were normal among men, especially when the person was deep asleep in the REM cycle. Plus, she had dealt with arousals at the hospital.
But she never dealt with Kakashi’s hard-on before.
Tentatively, her hand navigated down his torso, flirting with the elastic waistband of his pants.
Sakura bit her lip.
What was she doing?! What was wrong with her?! This was Kakashi. This was her Hokage. Her former sensei. He was sleeping. This was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. A huge breach of his trust. He would never let her touch him like this.
And yet…
If he was saying her name in his sleep and having an erection, that meant that he wanted this, didn’t he? He wanted her to touch him. And he did say that she always took such good care of him. Shouldn’t that extend to this too, even in his sleep? He deserved a bit of pleasure. To be rewarded for finally resting.
Fuck, she was such a pervert, but… one touch wouldn’t hurt. He wouldn’t know, as long as she was careful. She was just taking care of his body while he was asleep too. Slowly, she lowered her hand to his crotch and palmed him through his pants, squeezing him lightly. His dick twitched in response, sending an ember of heat straight to her core.
Sakura’s heart fluttered with anticipation. Giving into temptation, she licked her lips, hooked her fingers into the waistband, and carefully dragged his pants down his legs, revealing his fully hard cock.
There was no turning back now.
She pushed his shirt up his chest, revealing his toned abdomen. Flattening a hand on his pelvis, she moved her hand, giving an experimental stroke from base to tip and paused, warily flicking her gaze up at Kakashi.
He was still asleep.
Emboldened, she continued stroking him, paying careful attention to his breathing patterns.
(Screw it. She was already this deep into it, so why not push it a little further?)
“I love how you feel in my hand, Kakashi-sensei,” she whispered.
Silence.
“I’ve always wanted to touch you… make you feel good…” Sakura continued, pumping him. “Does it feel good, Sensei?”
She wanted to be the only person in his life to make him feel this way. And even though she knew that tomorrow, she would pretend that this never happened, keep this knowledge all to herself, make it up to him in the morning—at least she could pretend that right here, right now, he was all hers.
Mine, she wanted to say.
Sakura increased the tempo of her hand up and down his shaft as Kakashi’s breath quickened. He drew in a sharp breath, making her pulse speed up. She halted momentarily, wondering if he had stirred, but his eyelids were still closed, his lips beneath his mask still parted.
Phew. She gently fondled his balls, feeling them getting tighter, his breathing harsher, his body tensing with every flick of her wrist. And then, without warning, Kakashi groaned and came, thick ropes of cum spilling all over his lower abdomen.
Sakura’s eyes widened, her entire face flushed.
She did that. She gave Kakashi an orgasm.
She watched his expression and waited for him to react, for him to wake up—but there was nothing. Only the smoothing of his features and the softening of his cock as his breathing returned to normal.
Not wanting to leave any evidence of her action, she bent over and lapped up the cum on his chest with her tongue, loose strands of pink hair tickling his bare skin.
She thought that would be enough to sate her and quell her desires, but it wasn’t. Sakura pressed her legs together, squirming. She wanted more.
Besides, who knew if this opportunity would ever present itself again?
The mattress dipped beneath their combined weight as she positioned herself at the foot of the bed, resting between his spread legs and over the tangled sheets.
“I’m sorry, Kakashi-sensei. Just let me have you some more, okay? You’re finally resting. You’ve been working so hard and I just want to reward you,” she confessed quietly to him, caressing his thighs.
With that, she summoned her chakra to her hand, molded it to make it compatible with his chakra, and placed it on his groin, injecting the energy into him. Kakashi’s chakra readily connected with hers, like it always did from the number of times she’d healed him on and off the field. She efficiently targeted his endocrine system and hormones, manipulating them until his cock hardened again for her.
The green glow of her chakra dissipated. Sakura smiled to herself and wrapped her hand around him firmly, lowering to press a kiss to the head of his cock. She rubbed her cheek against him, teasing him with a swirl of her tongue at the head. Clear beads of precum formed at the slit. She distributed it with the pad of her thumb and then she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, until her nose was buried in the faint dusting of silver hair at his groin.
She hummed happily around him, bobbing up and down, letting her hands roam to touch his chest, his thighs, his ass. How many times had she fantasized about sucking him off? Countless times. Imagining herself on her knees beneath his desk with her lips around him during a meeting.
Saliva dribbled down his length as she popped off him with a wet slurp, tracing the indents of the defined muscles on his chest with her fingertips while her lips glided up and down his cock, piercing green eyes watching his placid, sleeping expression.
“Mm, I want to drink your cum every day, Sensei. If only I could do this all the time,” she whispered, alternating between her mouth and her lips beneath the head.
She closed her eyes, letting herself picture Kakashi cursing softly, watching her with his hand in her hair, urging her.
“I want you to cum in my mouth, Kakashi-sensei.” Her hands dipped to cradle his balls as she engulfed him, massaging his cock with her mouth, circling the tip with her tongue, feeling the blunt tip hit the back of her throat. Sakura moaned. She felt the tension in his thighs, saw the muscles of his lower abdomen tightening, signaling his impending release as she sucked him faster, harder.
She heard him grunt, and then Kakashi’s body went still. Cum splashed on her tongue, flooding her mouth and down her throat. It was a bit salty, but Sakura swallowed every single drop, pulling away once he was soft.
Her lips were wet and shiny and her panties were completely soaked, drenching beneath her skirt.
She could dress him back up and leave, pretend that this never happened.
… Or she could continue.
“Just one more time, Sensei,” she whispered, yanking her shorts and panties down over her ankles until they fell into a discarded heap on the floor.
The mattress groaned as Sakura climbed on top of him, hoisting her skirt up to her waist. She liked the feeling of Kakashi beneath her, the feeling that in this moment, he belonged to her. Carefully, she lowered herself until she was straddling him with her weight partially on top, bracing her hands on his hard chest, knees slightly bracketing his sides.
Sakura paused, nibbling on her bottom lip, checking to see if he would stir.
He didn’t.
She swallowed and started to move her hips, rocking back and forth, grinding her pussy against his entire length. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, that this was happening, dripping all over him. But he felt too good for her to stop.
“Kakashi-sensei,” she gasped softly, her eyes fluttering shut.
Reducing his refractory period for a second time with extreme chakra precision, making his arousal under her control, he hardened once more. She rubbed her clit against the base of his cock, jerking him off in tandem with the friction of her cunt.
As much as she desperately wanted him to slip inside her, feel him penetrate her nice and deep, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. He would definitely wake up if she did that; she couldn’t risk it.
When she opened her eyes to look at him, for a split second, she thought she saw Kakashi’s eyelids twitch—but she chalked it up to her imagination, completely lost in bliss.
“Please, Sensei, please make me cum all over you,” she pleaded in a hushed tone. “Give me all your cum.”
Heat spiraled low in her belly. She started to tremble while stroking him, focusing her hand on the tip and sliding her drenched cunt up and down against him faster and faster until his dick pulsated, cum spilling all over his abdomen once more. Sakura frantically rubbed her clit against his cock and soon shattered, tumbling over the edge, moaning his name.
She felt boneless as her chest heaved, her inner thighs feeling sticky. Unable to let a drop of his cum go to waste, she dipped her head and started to lick him up. Exhaustion settled in; she needed to sleep too. Reluctantly, Sakura swung her legs off the bed, gently wiped him down, pulled his pants back up, straightened his clothes and then the bedsheets.
“Goodnight, Kakashi-sensei,” she whispered into the darkness.
“You called for me?” Sakura asked, stepping into the Hokage’s office the following morning.
She had meant to check up on him as soon as she woke up, but she was requested to fill in for one of the classes at the hospital.
“Yes,” Kakashi said pleasantly, sitting behind his desk, waiting for her. “Come in, Sakura.”
She shut the door behind her.
That’s strange… He usually has his ANBU bodyguards stationed near the door, but they’re not there.
There was a certain chilliness to the atmosphere that pricked her skin as she approached him, standing in front of his desk. His expression was unreadable.
Kakashi smiled at her.
“How do you feel?” she asked nervously, returning his smile with one of her own, still feeling the weight of immense guilt over last night.
“Well, I feel great. I have your tea to thank for that,” he murmured.
“Oh, really? I’m glad. It’s important that you get your rest.”
“I agree. Do you think you could make it for me again tonight?” he asked.
Again?
Sakura’s heart raced.
“I’d be happy to,” she said with a quick nod.
“Good. After all, you enjoyed yourself last night, didn’t you?” he continued, amusement lacing his voice.
Sakura’s throat went dry. She swallowed hard. “W-What?” she squeaked, wide-eyed.
“I explicitly recalled you wanted to, hmm, what was it?” He hummed in contemplation. “‘Drink my cum every day’? That I’ve been working so hard and you wanted to reward me?” he added mockingly.
Oh no.
Oh no, oh no, oh no—
“You knew,” she breathed, piecing it together, red from head to toe. “You were awake, pretending to be asleep.”
“I knew from the very beginning, Sakura, what exactly you put in the tea.”
Sakura froze.
“I did fall asleep at some point, but then I woke up. Imagine my surprise when I saw you bending over me like that. It did feel good, by the way,” he continued. “I wouldn’t mind a bit of, ah, relief from you. You have the right idea.”
Her mouth hung open. She closed it and then opened it again, speechless.
“Why… why didn’t you stop me then? If you knew the entire time?”
“Well, I was intrigued,” he responded evenly, tilting his head to study her. “I wanted to see what you’d do, how far you’d take it.”
“O-Oh. So, um, you’re not mad at me about what I did?” she asked sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck.
“Oh, I am. In fact”—his dark eyes gleamed wickedly—“come over here, Sakura,” he commanded in a voice that brooked no argument from her.
Hesitantly, Sakura walked around the desk until she was standing before him.
“Now what?” she demanded boldly, despite the furious blush across her face.
“Now bend over on my lap,” he ordered.
Sakura blinked. “Your lap?”
He nodded, the smile on his face transforming into a full-blown smirk. “Yes, my lap,” he repeated as if she didn’t hear him the first time.
“Okay…” she trailed off, draping herself over his lap and crossing her arms in defiance. She let out a gasp when he tugged her shorts and underwear down to her knees, exposing her ass to the cool air. She heard him expel a sigh above her.
“While I did enjoy myself, what you did was very naughty, Sakura,” he murmured.
She could feel his semi digging into her side as he rubbed a palm over her cheeks appreciatively. His fingers briefly skimmed between her thighs before retreating to land a hard smack against her ass, causing her to jolt and yelp; the first of many.
“It seems that I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”