Kakashi + pillow + heat wave, if you like!
Sorry it took so long!!
Rated M
Warning: Masturbation, sexual fantasy, cursing
A heaviness filled the air even into the night. Thick, damp and absolutely dreadful. The air was still with not a hint of a breeze even though the window was wide open.
Why did he have to be born in Fire Country? Couldn't he have been born in the Land of Snow? Probably not, he would have complained about being too cold then. As he complains about many things, especially the feeling of restlessness as of late. It was muggy and hot, and nowhere in the village felt comfortable.
The silver-haired legend sprawled across the mattress haphazardly. The blankets had long been flung onto the floor in a fit of irritation. He couldnāt stand the fabric sticking to his legs, to the sweat that glistened in the moonlight. He breathed low and deep, the agitation reaching a peak.
āI hate the fucking heat.ā He cursed before rolling over again, burying his face into a pillow.
He longed for the comfort of the ācold sideā, being able to climb into bed and just flip it over and find pure bliss in the cool cloth against his skin.
Not today, that comfort was long gone as the pillow stuck to him just as much as everything else. He sighed before rolling away. He pulled his mask off his face, taking a deep breath, only to scowl once more. He might as well have kept it on if it sticking to his voice didnāt infuriate him.
Tonight had to be one of the hottest days, and now nights heād ever remembered in Konoha. He tried to think of anything to distract himself from the discomfort of the heat before he went mad.
He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. Not long after, the colors of pink and green flood his brain. He couldnāt help the smile that graced his lips, a memory of today flitting back.
The heat affected everyone, and Sakura while usually modest compared to most kunoichi, had worn something riskier for training today. He was sure he hadnāt seen so much of her skin in the entire time he had known her, even being her main mission partner.
They had been in such close quarters many times for survivalās sake, he could remember the feel of her curves, but to be able to actually see them in the open was another thing. He saw the faint scar on her stomach from the fight Sasori for the first time, and he had imagined licking over that skin lovingly.
He groaned softly as he felt his cock become half hard just at the thought.
Heād wanted to pin her down on the training ground and ask her if she had purposely been taunting him with her body. The way she moved so fluidly, or the subtle way her breast would bounce when she moved, how her thighs flexed whenever she took a fighting stance.
It was shameful for him to admit that he not only caught himself seeing her more as a woman than his student these days, and that today had been especially distracting, leading to her landing a few more hits than usual.
He groaned at the memory of her body, wishing he could have her.
āDamn,ā He cursed before moving his hand to grip his length and give it a few strokes. He shuddered softly before tilting his head back, recalling another memory.
They were hiding from enemy nin on the perimeter. They had almost been sighted, but he shoved her into a tree, clamping a hand over her mouth and bring his other to place a finger over his masked lips as he looked into her eyes.
He hadnāt done it intentionally, but his leg had slipped between hers, and she was pressed flush against him as her eyes widened in surprised, her gasp silenced by his glove. She had fit right up against his body, and she had instinctively grabbed his hips.
He refused to acknowledge it back then, but he could smell her arousal after the fact for hours. He still wonders now if it was just her hormones, or if it was him.
He only hoped and wished it has been him.
He pushed the pillow down toward his crouch as he rolled onto his stomach, pinning it with his hips. He rubbed himself against slowly, a moan slipping through his lips.
He had imagined it was her he was pushing into, her sweat-soaked body under him as she keened with delight at his touch. Heād lean down and kiss her lips, down her neck, suck on her breats, leaving purplish marks on them, make sure sheād never forget him.
āS-Sakuraā¦ā He groaned softly, unaware to the pinkette coming into his home with her spare key. He had never heard her knock over his own imagination.
He thrusted his hips faster, reaching down to pump himself again. āS-Sakuraā¦ā He moaned louder, freely.
She came into his room, eyes wide at the sight.
āKakashiā¦ā She called out, trying to hide her smirk.
He froze before grasping the sheet to throw over himself, and sitting straight up.
āHow long have you been in here?ā He asked tightly. āAnd I never heard the door.
She sauntered closer before pressing her fingertips against his chest. āLong enough to wonder why you would be moaning my name.ā
