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Maybe he was possessed. Maybe it was his declining age. Maybe the heat had gone to his head and fried some vital brain cells he needed to think.
After the fourth ninja war had come and gone, peace had finally reigned in the hidden villages. Be it due to the huge mortality or general experience during the war, every shinobi began to pair up. Shikamaru and Temari’s long distance relationship was the talk of the town followed competitively with Ino and Sai dating. It even took the usually oblivious Naruto to host a grand wedding with Hinata.
Kakashi witnessed all the people he has seen as children grow up and start a new age and generation far more peaceful then the last. He was glad to see Naruto, the student of the teacher he failed, become a beacon of hope and find his happiness in Hinata. Unfortunately, the same didn’t go for his other two students.
Like all the others during what he dubs the ‘Dating craze”, Sakura and Sasuke joined quite early, talk of the fourth Hokage’s disciple snagging he redeemed Uchiha swarmed the town. However unexpectedly, two months later, they had seemingly broken it off.
‘Mutually” the pink haired kunoichi stated as all her friends and teammates questioned, being the only one as said Uchiha took off from Konoha to wander two days after the fallout.
Since then, Sakura has been spending more and more time around him. At first it was just office visits, understandable as she was the Head Medic and Hospital director and was expected to see him for consultations and approvals. But soon she stayed more in the office, acting as a pseudo assistant as she helped with his never ending paperwork (and quite efficiently he will add. She must have done this before. She wasn’t the fourth Hokage’s disciple just for show after all.)
But then office visits and assistance evolved to house visits and taking lunch or dinner together. At times, seemingly coincidental meetings will turn into long strolls and being in each other’s company for most of the day. Six months later when he retired and handed the (seat/baton/title/find other names) to Naruto, the office visits had inevitably stopped yet their routine had never changed. They got so much closer that she easily found her way into his apartment, going as far as to leave some of her belongings there. She visited and stayed whenever she wished to the point that it was a normal occurrence.
And today, in what seems to be the hottest heat wave yet, she lay on the couch of his apartment. ‘To keep him company in the heat” she claimed, but chances are she was trying to kill him before the heat does.
Sakura lay on his long couch right beside the window, lying down with one of her legs lifted up to the head of the couch. It would have been a usual sight, except because of the sweltering heat, she lay in nothing but a loose white tank top and a pair of loose shorts made out of some light material. Even more so, the heat had caused her to sweat, dampening the tank top.
Making her small pert breasts very visible.
He silently cursed at the fact that she didn’t even bother to wear any bra when she came here, although understanding as the underwear will only add more unnecessary layers in the heat.
With every breath she took, the small pert nipples visible through the top rose and fell, the rhythmic movement leaving him in a/an hypnotizing/entranced trance. Through the stretched arm holes of the tank, he could take a peek at the curve of them. As soon as he caught himself he looked away, scolding himself for staring.
And yet, despite his own warnings, he couldn’t help but take peeks at them every single time, the stirring heat in his belly growing warmer and warmer.
To be honest, he didn’t know how it started. He never really cared for boob size or anything as such unlike some of the nin of his age (Gemma was definitely sneezing at that one). As a young nin, he had encountered many women from many women of different villages and has long since grown used to it. His jaded nature thanks to the trauma of seeing war and death (as well as causing the latter) had long since destroyed the allure for such.
It happened one night; on their way to a recon mission they were paired together for months before the war The urgency of the situation and their familiarity made their understandings easier. After a day and a half of travelling, they decided to set up camp while Sakura left to have a bath in a stream nearby. When she came back she was wearing a thin white tank top, wet from the water on her body. He was shocked to have a reaction on seeing her free from the typical ninja getup before realizing that she wasn’t wearing any bindings on her chest. The lack of bindings did not accentuate anything aside from the actual smallness of her breasts. It should not have affected him so.
And yet… as he stared at them, he felt a spark of desire run through him. a warmth beginning to occur despite the coolness of the forest area. As she called his attention, he pushed away all those thoughts to remind himself of what the mission was…who she was. It was taken to a deep dark part of his mind as there was more important urgent thing to do.
Then there was him becoming Hokage, the ten tails and everything else which led to the second war. He was too busy thinking about everything else that he had quickly forgotten about it. It wasn’t until later, as they worked side by side with her as his pseudo secretary and head medic that problems began to arise. At times he would find himself adjusting is pants while watching her work. Sometimes when he came over to her house, he had a hard time speaking from being too distracted at them.
He didn’t know why the idea of small breasts had only been to appeal to him, he had considered going to a brothel, meeting a kunoichi who fit the book. Hi didn’t however, at the sight of any potential person, he couldn’t feel anything. besides, he had a reputation to keep as Hokage. The mystery of his attraction to small breasts – or rather, Sakura’s small breasts remained a mystery to him, and he hadn’t solved it.
But as they got closer, it wasn’t just the allure of her breasts anymore. No, it was the way her peach lips curled into a smile. It was the pearly high pitched giggles that came out every time she laughed. It was her lavender scent, her emerald green eyes, the way she wrinkled her nose slightly whenever she was deep into the book…
The dreams he had got much, much worse after he realized what all of that meant. Recognizing the feelings he had realized he had, he tried to restrict himself from her, avoiding her at every instance. It took her practically chasing him down for him to realize that he never stood a chance anyway.
Soon after he dreamt of more domestic scenes. He dreamt of her laughing with him whilst reading a book, taking ice cream. He dreamt of the ice cream spilling onto her shirt, right where her nipple hardens. He dreams of them cuddling and embracing before one thing lead to another and she takes off her shirt, revealing her glorious breasts.
Sakura had fucking ruined him.
This was all her fault.
Her and her small perky breasts
“Ugh, Kakashi. It’s still so fucking hot.” She whined in a husky voice so close to a moan.
That was definitely not helping he thought as he shifted slightly, adjusting the semi he had been sporting and trying to control.
Thinking clean thoughts to control further ‘growth’ (?), he casually pointed out “You have an ice bucket right beside you Sakura. Hopefully it wouldn’t all have melted.”
“Ah…right.” Not changing her position, she drew her closest arm down from the couch to right where the metal bucket lay. Sloshing her hand around, (it was no surprise that majority of the water had meted already.) she raised it triumphantly as she lifted up a small piece of ice she managed to salvage.
She laid the ice on her skin, hissing slightly and his eyes followed greedily.
The ice was melting as she drew it around her skin. Some of the melted water trickled down between her breasts.
Swallowing, he watched as it left a damp patch on her top as it trailed down to where it couldn’t be seen.
But that wasn’t all, as the ice was still left. She picked it up an trailed it down her clavicle. he remained fixated on wherever the ice was.
Her skin, sheen with sweat held such a light pink glow. In a flash he imagined coloring the area, with pink and purple bruises. The feeling brought more het to his groin, but Kakashi forced it away, focusing on the reality in front of him.
This was it. he could no longer deny his voyeurism neither could he stop himself from doing so. With Sakura and a block of barely there ice, he had been degraded into the greedy desperate soul he truly was.
And damn if he didn’t love every single minute of it.
He looked to see that her nipples were erect. Hard poking things that disrespected the clothes she wore. Seeing them he imagined biting at them through the fabric. What were the sounds she would make? Would she squeal in delight? Or moan in abandon.
She brushed it lightly, making her give a visible shudder as a huff of breath left her lips. That was the last straw.
As though possessed, he blurted out.
“Can I touch your breasts?”
There was silence. The tension was so thick in the air one could slice it with a kunai. Both parties were silent, staring at each other in shock of what had just transpired.
It blood rushed to his face making his pale cheeks and uncharacteristic pink hue. Kakashi was really embarrassed, and spent every second in his mind cursing himself and wishing he could take it all back. He almost did, until right at the moment he was about to speak, Sakura turned slightly and stared at him.
“You… want to touch my breasts?” she asked
The look in her eyes was not one of disgust or any form of embarrassment; rather, it was filled with clear and stark curiosity.
Cautiously, he nodded, jerking his head so swiftly it was a wonder he didn’t get whiplash.
For a moment, she looked contemplative. Her eyes never left his range or looked away, instead, her eyes roamed his frame, as though calculating the odds. Kakashi felt both scrutinized and aroused by her stare. The knowledge of her eyes trailing down his body in the same way his did moments ago made him feel hot all over. He was sure that at this point his erection was no longer hidden.
As though mind made up, she blinked once, and another before settling down back to her lying down position on the couch. She shrugged nonchalantly.
“Okay.”
Wait…what?
Out of every possible response he had imagined her giving, this wasn’t among them.
He was still in shock, reeling from the event. He still couldn’t believe that the words actually came out of her mind.
He remained frozen unknown to the look of his face when she turned back to him and quirked an eyebrow, an uncharacteristically cocky look coming from her.
“Are you coming?” she asked, her voice was a taunt, a challenge.
“Come here then.” He half whispered to rise to her challenge. Despite the way his voice was, inside he was desperate. Having been given consent, he prayed with his entire being that she wouldn’t deny him.
She made her move, standing up silkily from the couch. Carefully avoiding the ice bucket, he watched as her lean frame moved towards him. consciously he rose from his resting position to a sitting position, placing his feet on the floor. The position made his erection ore obvious than before. There was no hiding it anymore. he saw as her eyes spied down as she took a breath.
She moved to balance both hands on his shoulders, before putting her legs forward to rest on the couch. in no time she straddled him, facing him whilst his hands gingerly brushed against her thighs.
The warmth of her core against his throbbing length made him even harder if possible. he had the urge to rut up against her against her. judging from the dilation in her emerald eyes, he knew she wouldn’t mind.
But no. he had to focus on the real treasure awaiting him. He looked up, coming face to face with the two globes that was the star of all his nightly dreams.
His hand crept up into her tank top and fuck, her skin was soft, so soft. Even up close, her skin was a pale white, with the light sheen of pink flushing it.
Looking at it, he wondered how it would feel in a full blown blush. Even better if she was out of breath.
His fingers brushed one nipple and she gasped, squirming lightly. The movement made him twitch under his shorts which he was sure was soaked by now.
“Sorry.” She chuckled airily “Just sensitive.”
He knew that. He was more than aware of it.
At some point in the hospital, while strangely chaperoning Ino and Sakura, he had heard Sakura pointing out that smaller breasts were a lot more sensitive to everything. He didn’t know what in their conversation had led to that information being spilled, but he thought about it for the whole day. That night he barely slept, coming to the office with a strained right hand and the inability to look at Sakura for the entire day.
His hand brushed it again, much more intentionally and she gave a higher pitched gasp, her hand rising to grip his wrist.
“What…what are you doing?” she asked
“Worshipping you.” he whispered as he finally grabbed one nipple between his fingers, rolling it tightly.
“I don’t understand what you mean.” She said.
Her words made him abruptly stop to look at her. for the first time, he could see insecurity reflected in her eyes.
“I know, they aren’t the…the…”
He wasted no time in silencing her again by smacking the tip, unexpectedly making her cry out. he wouldn’t, under any circumstances, hear her talk slander.
“They are perfect.” He said, looking at her with a ferocity that he saw surprised her.
He drew her closer, letting his breaths move against her chest, watching as they tightened even more, poking against the top so deliciously.
“You’d be the first.” She muttered as he used one hand to envelop one of her breasts. His hands covered the small breast he held, and he couldn’t help but grow harder at that.
He looked at her with a hardened gaze. “Who told you that?” he asked as he began to play with the breast he covered, rubbing and pinking at the nipple making her cry out.
“Sasuuke…he didn’t like-fuck- my breasts. Said…said they were to –ahh- too small. That I-fuck Kakashi-looked like a child.” That seemed to be the end of her sentence as she fully devolved into gasps, moans and curses.
Kakashi pinched and twisted it harder, bringing a squeal from Sakura.
“Sasuke’s a fucking fool.” He growled out. He felt rage upon the thought that Sakura offered him these heavenly things and e rebuffed them. He meant every word he said about his former student. The fact that he ignored Sakura for years despite her faithfulness and after, proceeded to insult her body like that incensed him. Sasuke was a damn fool who wouldn’t know what’s good even if it smacked him in the face.
He tugged lightly at the end of Sakura’s tank top. Sakura understood, raising her hands just enough for him to remove the only barrier away.
The tank top fell to the floor, and Kakashi looked in marvel.
They were small, yet firm with a definite shape which rose and fell with her heavy breaths. Both breasts were marvelous, tipped with not the cherry pink areolas to match her hair he was expecting. No, they were of a dark chocolate pink reminding him of the chocolate strawberry desserts he secretly craved at times. The nipples were perked up straight. One thing was for sure.
The reality far exceeded all his fantasies.
Seeing the two wonderful breasts, he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to one of them with his mouth.
The taste of her flesh mixed with sweat and the slight chill from the ice made him groan. His mouth enveloped the entire thing, licking away at the skin. He heard her moans as he did so. Slipping out, he focused on the areola, mouthing at the nub before sucking it hard.
The push of her hands on his shoulders towards her was all the response he needed.
he placed one arm on her back, pushing her towards him as he alternated between the two breasts. His other hand which lay in her hips, trailed downwards, into her shorts.
His hand went further to find that she was soaked right to the brim.
“Shit.” He cursed, how long had she been like this?
He tested the waters, sliding his hands over the moist lips whilst her hands tightened around his shoulders. The juices practically soaked his hand, slicking his fingers mercilessly. Perhaps one day he would try to taste them, but not today.
But he wasn’t done teasing. Using his middle finger he slid across her lips, teasing the dripping hole but never entering.
Finally he slipped his finger in, gasping at the sensation. Truly, this had beaten all his fantasies out the window. She was so tight, so warm and inviting that he slipped in without any problem. Inside, he felt his finger practically squeezed by her jerking and moving tighter, the pressure making him chock as he imagined how it would feel on him.
Oh Kami. She was so smooth and warm and everything. She was everything he needed and wanted and she was perfect.
He mindlessly thrust his fingers in and out, getting lost in the motions.
It was her sharp moan that brought him back to reality, making him look up to meet her breasts again.
Of course, he couldn’t abandon them halfway.
He reached out again, pinning one nipple in between his teeth as he thrust into her. He mouthed at the perky nub, reveling in every noise that came out of her as he did so.
He felt as one of her hands, reached his nape before moving up to grab his bulk of hair. One tug brought his eyes to roll backwards, making him bite hard against her.
But it wasn’t enough. He still needed more.
He added a second finger to the mix, thrusting into her harder and faster, not being as cautious or safe...and from the looks of it, she enjoyed every minute of it as she bounced eagerly to meet his thrusts. Her breasts bounced along as well, the bruised and swollen areolas catching his eyes in its tantalizing movement.
Yet even as he reveled at the sight, he felt more uncomfortable by the feeling of fabric of the shorts that she still wore. In an instant, he slipped his fingers out, making her whine desperately.
“Take it off” he halfway growled while tugging at her shorts. He didn’t want any barriers between them.
She responded eagerly, lifting herself off him swiftly to pull off her shorts and underwear. In no time she was back against him, now fully and completely naked.
He acted quickly, using one hand to pull her close as he mouthed on her upper chest while replacing his fingers into her inviting core.
“Fuck…kashi. Wanted…so long...”
“What?” Perhaps not all his brain cells hadn’t sunk below, because he could still hear her. He looked up to meet her with her eyes closed, face scrunched in pleasure
“I’ve- I’ve wanted you-fuck- so long…long…” the words that left her came as a surprise to him. He didn’t stop his movements, only feeling something else warm inside him.
There was no doubt he was already a wreck for her, had been for a long time now.
But now knowing that she had desired him, in the same way he did her? Hell if that wasn’t a boost.
“He slipped a third finger as a reward, curling them as he thrust
“And was I satisfactory then?” he grunted, hitting her spot again to make her scream.
“Yes!-oh yes. Everything. You are everymmph…”
Her words had devolved into mumbles already. He could tell from the growing spasms inside her. She was already close.
“I’m close. Fuck I’m so- so-“She moaned
“Then come.” He growled.
He used his thumb to roughly rub against her clit, making her see stars.
“Fuck Kakashi!” She squealed.
Her warm juices gushed out, moistening his palm and shorts. her body, flushed a nice shade of pink was arched back, jutting her chest and abused breasts out more while her hips giving slight twitches as more juices squirted out of her. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
As he removed his fingers she slumped onto him, rubbing her soaked warm core against is erection in stilted twitching thrusts. She rode out the last of her orgasm against him. His eyes rolled back as she drove him to the edge, spilling in his boxers as he put his hands on her petite waist, pulling her against him as he weakly thrust upward.
They separated, lying side by side against each other with her back to his front. He wiped off his fingers filled with hr juices on the couch before turning to her and pulling her towards him, embracing her faint jasmine scent mixed with her musk. He ignored the discomfort of his soaked sticky underwear and spent the moment of peace and silence with her.
Minutes after, all panting had stopped and quiet breathing was all that could be heard in the apartment. After several moments, Sakura spoke
“You’re hard again” she pointed out in a manner-of-fact voice.
He shrugged lightly. Despite the initial climax, he felt himself begin to harden again. His erection was strangely the last thing on Kakashi’s mind.
“Don’t worry about it.” he said, trying to wave it off.
“But still…”
Her slightly whining voice made him get harder. Wanting to bask in the afterglow. So he said the only he could think of.
“Maybe next time.”
More silence ensued, the weight of his words looming around the both of them. A heavy feeling came onto him as he anxiously wondered if he has misstepped, if she was going to react badly, if she would …leave.
“Kakashi?”
“Hmm?” he hummed, breaking out of his thoughts.
“Will there be a next time?” she asked, her voice nearly a whisper resonating loudly in the room.
A heavy feeling came onto him. His arm tightened lightly around her waist. “Only if you want it to be.”
She gave a sigh which maybe it was his imagination, sounded like that of relief “I want that.”
The heavy feeling he had inside went away and his grip went away, his arm hanging loosely around her.
She drifted off to sleep first, the more prominent breeze cooling her down and lulling her to sleep. Listening to the rhythm of her peaceful breathing, Kakashi could not help but be lulled into sleep as well.
In their state of unconscious, none of them saw the weather change as the light drizzle of rain begin to fall, marking the end of the summer heat wave. It didn’t matter though as with their half-naked bodies locked together resting peacefully, the summer heat was the last thing in mind.