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When the elevator doors opened on the third floor, Sakura let out the breath she was holding and quickly escaped the rickety death trap that passed for an elevator at Konoha U. Where were all those tuition fees going, anyway? The thing was so old she was surprised it didn’t require her to haul herself up with a pulley.
It had been a long day. Going from class to class with only a short break to stuff her face had kept her almost busy enough to not stress out about Kakashi—almost. But she’d managed to spare some time here and there to torture herself with the mental image of Kakashi’s wide-eyed expression when he’d seen her in his class. She couldn’t predict what was going on in his mind. All she could do was hope that when she showed up that night, he’d still be happy to see her.
Pausing just past the elevator doors, Sakura took in the hallway before her. She had waited to search out Kakashi’s office until after all of her classes were done for the day. And luckily for her, that’s when his posted office hours were.
But she hadn’t expected the empty floor that greeted her—was he the only one that had an office up there? “Wonder who he pissed off,” Sakura muttered under her breath. Or maybe he preferred the isolation. Hadn’t he started his class by saying he didn’t like his students? It was very unlike the generally friendly Kakashi she had begun to know.
He was turning out to be a very interesting person, indeed.
Stepping away from the elevator, Sakura began to walk down the hall. Crossing her arms over her chest, she regretted her decision to leave her hoodie in the car, leaving her only in the lightweight yellow sundress she’d picked for her first day of the semester. She hadn’t expected the air conditioning to be so cold. All she’d really thought about was looking cute, especially since she had been hoping that once all her classes were done for the day, she could text Kakashi and maybe meet up with him. That had seemed like a fantastic idea after the steamy phone call they’d shared the night before.
The fact that Kakashi was her professor had not been part of the plan.
At the end of the hallway there was one open door, and both light and music spilled out of it in a very welcoming manner. Sakura didn’t recognize the music, but it had an old rock feel. She thought she heard something about swimming in a fishbowl, but was too nervous to pay attention past that.
Just outside of the reach of the light spilling out the door, Sakura stopped and peered inside. It was a fairly roomy office with a large desk, plus two worn upholstered chairs that sat in front of it. To the side there was a long table that held a record player and stacks upon stacks of books. At the end of the room, opposite the desk, was a comfortable looking red couch.
At the desk, head in hand, was Kakashi. His brow was furrowed, and he was so completely absorbed in whatever he was looking at that he didn’t notice her, so Sakura took her time in noticing him.
He was wearing the same charcoal pants he’d been in that morning, but his suit jacket had been thrown haphazardly onto a hook on the wall, and his white button-down shirt had been rolled to the elbows. She’d been too shocked to enjoy the view this morning, but now she admired the way his shirt stretched slightly over his firm chest, the way the open collar showed a collarbone that Sakura was itching to nibble.
When she stopped being thirsty for just a moment, her more sympathetic side noticed that he looked a bit rough. He had the kind of look of somebody who hadn’t slept well, or who was stressing out over something. Considering how well she had slept after their little phone sex interlude, she was willing to bet that his sleep wasn’t the problem—stress was.
She couldn’t blame him. She had been stressing too, until she had settled on the very simple solution that had made everything all better. Clearing her throat, she knocked lightly on the door frame.
Kakashi’s head jerked up to look at her, his dark eyes widening slightly. “Miss Haruno.”
Sakura frowned at the formality. Stepping inside the office, she firmly swung the door shut behind her. “Kakashi.”
She expected him to frown back, but instead, his expression softened, and he amended, “Sakura.”
Somewhat mollified, both by his apologetic tone and by the fact that she found him devastatingly attractive, Sakura moved away from the door. The first thing she did was approach the record player and turn it off, plunging the room into silence.
She took a deep breath and turned back toward him. Coming around the side of his desk, she only stopped when she was beside him, and he had turned to face her. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.
“Sakura… how old are you?” he asked, some barely repressed urgency in his voice. “I should’ve asked you before.”
*“Twenty-five,” she answered. “How old did you think I was?”
He let out a relieved sigh and a muttered something that sounded an awful lot like thank fuck before looking at her again. “I thought you were about that age… right up until you showed up in my freshman comp class. Why are you in a freshman class?”
She knew it was supposed to be a serious conversation. She knew that, and yet suddenly all she could think about was what he had sounded like in her ears the night before, and how close he was now. Had she taken a step closer? Without her express permission, her hand snuck up, and she did what she’d wanted to do for some time now, running her fingers through his wild silver hair as she asked, “Does it really matter?”
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and he leaned into her touch slightly, like he didn’t even know he was doing it. “No.” His eyes snapped open again. “Yes. Fuck. Maybe.”
Sakura pressed her lips together to hide a smile. She never would’ve admitted it out loud, but she kind of enjoyed toying with him. Just a little. It made her bold—and the phone call they’d shared the night before made her even bolder. “Well, I’m just trying to feel out the situation. I have questions.” She dropped her hand from his hair to his shoulder, bracing herself as she slipped into his lap, straddling him. Leaning into him, she put her mouth just by his ear. “For example, is this the kind of situation where you’d really like me to call you… professor?”
Kakashi’s breath caught in his throat, and she watched him swallow as his warm hands landed on her thighs, over her skirt. She kept talking.
“Or is this the kind of situation…” she began again, smoothing her hands up his chest, “…that I just need to tell you that I dropped your class while I was on my lunch break?”
Suddenly, Kakashi was gripping her biceps as he pushed her back slightly to look at her face. “Please tell me that’s what you actually did.”
She smiled broadly at him. “I solemnly swear that I dropped your class.” Steadying herself with her hands on his chest, she pressed her hips forward just enough to underline her words.
He let out a long, relieved breath, leaning back and tipping his face up to the ceiling, his arms dropping limply on either side of the chair. Very dramatic. Before Sakura could tease him again, he dropped his head back down—at the same time that his hands found her thighs again. “You could have told me earlier in the day,” he said. “I’ve been… kind of stressed.” He squeezed her thighs lightly, and there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes that belied his serious words.
“Maybe I just wanted to let you stew a little,” she replied sweetly. “Professor.”
He scowled at her, but she didn’t believe it, considering the way both his hands had begun to creep up beneath her skirt.
“Besides,” she continued, “if I just texted you about it, I wouldn’t be able to see your face when I told you. How else would I know how you felt about it?”
There was a slow, upward hitch of one side of his mouth. “Miss Haruno, I think you’re enjoying this.” Beneath her skirt, he gripped her thighs tighter, his right thumb sweeping over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“Maybe.” Sakura slid her arms around his neck, liking the way his dark eyes watched her. “Admit it, the student thing kind of turned you on.”
That upward hitch turned into a full smirk now, but Kakashi hid it by leaning into her, nuzzling up to her neck. “Nope,” he murmured against her skin. “I haven’t had a single fantasy about you since I learned you were my student this morning.”
“Bet you’re having them now, though,” she teased. This time she rolled her hips into his, slowly, letting the feel of his hard length press right where she needed it. Yeah, he was definitely having them now.
“I don’t have to fantasize. You’re already here.” Kakashi nipped lightly at her neck and followed it up with a light pinch to her thigh, making her giggle.
“Kakashi,” she whispered, rolling her hips into his again. “Do you remember your promise?”
His lips were just beneath her ear now, brushing against the sensitive skin there. “The promise I made about giving you an orgasm the next time I saw you? No, I don’t remember it at all.” His voice was low and amused as his hands slid high enough to grip her hips under the dress, pulling her into him again.
“Well, I remember it,” Sakura replied with a soft, pleased sigh, tipping her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. You’re not going to break your promise, are you?” She let the pout enter her voice even though she knew he couldn’t see it.
Kakashi hummed thoughtfully. “So, first you saw that I was your teacher, then you dropped the class, and now you’re here for your reward?” His voice was a rumble that she felt under her palms, in her ears, between her legs. His lips traced over her jawline, down to her chin, then to her lips, where he stopped.
“You have to admit,” she breathed, her lips so close to his she could feel her breath reflecting back on herself, “I have been a very good girl.”
He kissed her once, just a bare brush of lips, and then slanted his mouth fully across hers. Sakura whimpered, arching into him.
One of his hands had come up from her skirt to cup the back of her neck, holding her in place as he parted her lips with his own, languidly sweeping his tongue across hers. His other hand, however, was still busy beneath her skirt, boldly sliding warm fingertips down the inside of her thigh.
When his fingers slid her panties to the side and drew a single fingertip up through her folds, she knew he could feel how embarrassingly wet she already was for him. “Oh, you are a good girl,” he murmured against her lips.
The bolt of arousal that came with him calling her a good girl swept away her embarrassment, and he made sure it stayed away, not hesitating for a moment before his slick fingers found her clit. They swirled over it in small, maddening circles as he kissed her slowly, thoroughly. By the time his fingers dropped back down to her entrance, she was even wetter than before—just waiting for him.
“Kakashi,” Sakura whined softly against his lips, ending in a gasp as he slid one long, strong finger inside her. Her body welcomed him hungrily, and when she whispered, “More,” he slid in a second finger, curling them both until he stroked a spot that made her whimper. As she throbbed around his slowly thrusting fingers, Sakura let out a desperate moan and crashed her mouth into his.
The hand that cupped the back of her neck slid up into her hair, fingers tightening, and Kakashi responded to her desperation, slowly increasing the speed of his fingers inside her. It was exactly what she wanted, needed—watching him teach the class, watching his beautiful hands writing things on the whiteboard, watching him wear that fucking suit… Sakura really had been thinking of doing this all day. And the reality was so much better than anything she had daydreamed.
Sakura broke their kiss, panting, moaning as Kakashi found her clit with his thumb. With one hand on his chest, her other hand dropped to his bare forearm, exposed by his rolled-up sleeve, feeling it flex as he fucked her with his fingers, the wet sounds of it more than audible in his otherwise quiet office. He added a third finger, and she felt full with him, his thumb on her clit pushing her higher with every moment. With her heartbeat throbbing between her legs and throughout her whole body, she knew how close she was. “Kakashi,” she gasped. “Say it again. Please.”
His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her closer and tilting her head just so, his mouth against her ear. As she tightened around his slick, thrusting fingers, he whispered, “That’s it, Sakura. Good girl.”
And even more than the night before, his praise drove her over the edge, because this time it was his fingers fucking her, and his lips against her skin. Sakura went rigid as she climaxed, one hand fisted in his shirt and the other gripping his arm as she let out a strangled cry, trying not to scream. He covered her mouth with his instead, his talented hand drawing out her pleasure even as she moaned against his lips.
As she came down, she sucked on his tongue, and when he slid his fingers out of her and pulled them out from under her skirt, she broke the kiss. Taking his hand, she drew it to her and took his fingers into her mouth, tasting herself. Kakashi watched her, his eyes filled with heat.
He let her suck on his fingers for a moment before lightly hooking one finger behind her teeth, pulling her closer, replacing his fingers with a kiss. She kissed him back, sweetly, for one long moment—and then she gripped his shoulders and pushed him back against his chair. When he raised his brows at her, she just smiled and said, “I’m not even close to being done yet.”
She didn’t waste time. Pushing her skirt out of the way, she lifted herself enough to unfasten the front of his pants. There was a soft exhale from Kakashi that might have been a laugh at her eagerness, but she ignored it, intent on her prize. When she finally had her fingers wrapped around his thick, hot cock, loving the way that it felt in her hand, she raised herself up and lined it up with her entrance, biting her lip in anticipation. Kakashi seemed more than happy to let her take charge.
It was all a rush until the head of his cock was pressed against her slick lower lips, and then they both paused for a moment, their lips coming together again. They shared a slow kiss, and then with a soft whimper, Sakura sank down onto his cock, reveling in the soft hiss of breath she heard escape him. “Fuck, Sakura,” he breathed, and it felt like a victory.
He felt like heaven inside her, stretching her just right, and she rose and then fell again, setting up a slow rhythm, bouncing on his lap just like she’d been dreaming of doing all day. The intense way that he watched her made her want to keep her eyes locked on his, but they kept drifting shut as she moved, lost in the feeling of him filling her, again and again. Tipping her head back, she felt his teeth at her neck, and she moaned again, throbbing around his thrusting length.
His hands were firm on her hips, pulling her against him, and then she had her fingers in his hair, heedlessly pulling as he thrusted up into her. Tugging at the straps of her sundress, he pulled it down along with her strapless bra. She guided his face to her chest, and he slowed his thrusts as he laved one erect nipple with his tongue. When he took it in his mouth and sucked, she whined and squeezed around him, and he groaned in response. Switching to the other nipple, he let his hands drop to grip her ass, guiding her to grind against him.
As her thighs started to tremble with a combination of exertion and pleasure, his hands were there, supporting her, and then lifting her as he stood. His slick cock slipped out of her as he transferred her to his desk, gallantly using her ass to push several papers to the floor.
The moment she braced her hands behind her on the desk, he released her, moving his hands to her legs and looping his arms under her knees. Spreading her wide, he gave her a smoldering look as he pushed back into her, keeping her panties—which, she had to accept, were probably stretched beyond repair—pulled to the side. Leaning on one hand, Sakura pulled him closer with the other, their breaths intermingling as she angled her hips up toward him.
“You feel amazing,” he groaned, pulling slowly out of her before slamming back home again, and then he was fucking her in earnest.
It all felt amazing, but when he somehow found her clit with his thumb while still keeping her legs spread, she cried out, begging him for more, and he complied, rubbing those maddening circles as he fucked his cock into her. “Kakashi—I’m going to—” Sakura broke off, unable to finish as her pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within her.
“Let go, Sakura.” He slowed into hard, wonderfully torturous thrusts as his thumb on her clit only sped up. “I want to feel you come again.”
Gasping, Sakura let her head fall back, her back arching as her second orgasm blew through her, nearly knocking the wind out of her. Her body throbbed and seized around him, as he groaned and fucked her harder, pushing her through it, until she was shaking and gasping for breath. It was several long moments before it felt like she had returned to earth.
The minute she could function again, she pulled him close again for a kiss, feeling dizzy with pleasure. She could hear the raggedness in his breath, feel the way his hips stuttered against hers, and she purred, “Are you close, Kakashi?” She might have punctuated the question by squeezing herself around him.
“Yes,” he grunted, clearly past the point of banter, slowing down but thrusting harder. “Where do you want me to come?”
And because she was so high on him, so desperate to watch him fall apart, she didn’t even think before whining, “My mouth.”
“Fuck, Sakura,” he groaned, pulling out of her. She slipped off of the desk and onto her knees, looking up at him as she guided his cock into her mouth, tasting her own pleasure. Watching his face, she took him as deep as she could, bobbing her head over his cock and using her hand to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach.
Kakashi buried his hands in her hair, never taking his eyes off of her as she did her level best to swallow him whole. His face contorted with pleasure as he ground out, “Sakura—I’m going to come—"
Sakura let her hand slide down to cup his balls as she sucked him in, and he groaned, finally flooding her mouth with the bitter-salt taste of his release. She continued to suck, swallowing it all, until he finally tightened his grip on her hair, just enough to pull her gently back.
Before she could say anything, he took her hands and pulled her to her feet, capturing her lips in a kiss despite the fact that he still very clearly had not caught his breath. Curling his arms around her waist, he fell back into his desk chair, taking her with him, and then she was back where she had started, in his lap. She leaned against his chest, both of them panting.
Somewhat belatedly, Sakura hiked her bra and dress up to cover her rapidly chilling breasts, and as she did, her eye caught on the couch on the other side of the room. “You have a couch, and you fucked me on the desk?”
Kakashi’s head was tilted back against the headrest of his chair, his eyes closed, and he opened the left one to look at her. “Desk was closer.” He still sounded a little breathy.
“Good point.” So did she.
He lifted his hand from her thigh, both eyes open now as he cupped her face and brought it close so he could kiss her again. She felt his tongue sweep over her lower lip, lingering, before he pressed another kiss.
“Thanks for keeping your promise,” Sakura whispered against his lips, her own curling in a smile.
“Thanks for dropping the class,” Kakashi replied with a soft, amused huff.
“Oh, I lied about that.”
“What?” Kakashi jerked back, then narrowed his eyes at the grin on her face. “You’re messing with me.”
“Oh yes,” Sakura said pleasantly. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I just can’t seem to help myself.” Kakashi opened his mouth, a gleam in his eye, and she said, “And if you’re about to tell me it’s because you got into me, don’t. You’re better than that.”
Kakashi paused, mouth open, seeming to consider, and then finally continued. “That’s not what I was going to say.”
“Liar.”
“Just because I can’t tell you what I was going to say, doesn’t mean I’m lying,” Kakashi said nonchalantly. “I’m sure I’d be much better at it than that.”
“You’re sure, are you?” Even as they bantered, Kakashi’s hands had crept up her skirt again. The man was apparently insatiable. Sakura found that she didn’t mind.
“Almost certainly.” He was nuzzling into her neck, his voice back in that wonderfully rumbly register she was growing increasingly enamored with. “Incidentally, you never told me how a 25-year-old ended up in my freshman comp class. Around here, it’s usually kids fresh out of high school.”
“First of all, people go to college at all ages, so you can just stuff your preconceptions,” she said loftily. He just smirked at her, so she continued, “I’m starting at the medical school, but one of my classes didn’t transfer from Suna. They told me I could keep my scholarship as long as I got the credits I was missing this semester. Figuring all that crap out was why I had to leave our date."
“That makes sense.” Kakashi hummed thoughtfully, his hand still high on her thigh, his thumb sweeping gentle arcs over her skin. After a moment, he asked, “Are we going to see each other again?”
Sakura pouted slightly, putting on a show. “Well, you could ghost me after this. But I’d be really sad.”
“Oh no,” Kakashi said, his voice dripping with faux concern. “Then you’d probably get depressed and burn more cookies.”
“Hey! They would’ve been great cookies if I hadn’t been distracted!” she protested, poking him in the side and being delightfully pleased when he produced a little giggle.
“Fine,” he said. “Cookies of yet-to-be-determined quality. That’s still very, very sad.”
Sakura leaned into it, really starting to get into this alternate universe version of her who was pining away for Kakashi. “I’d probably start making an increasingly unhinged series of Missed Connections posts, each one getting more and more descriptive.” She loved the way his eyes crinkled when he found something funny, and it made her grin in response. “I would be really unflattering.”
“Guess I’m just going to have to let you blackmail me into seeing you again.” Kakashi gave her a lazy smile. “How about now?”
“Now?” Sakura asked, surprised.
“Let’s go back to my place. I’ll make you dinner. Keep my promise a few more times.” He tilted his head a bit, sending an errant chunk of silver hair falling across his forehead. Fuck, he was charming.
“Are you a good cook?”
“I’m a better cook than you are a baker,” he shot back, managing to catch her hand before she could poke him again. He pulled her hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss to her knuckles, mollifying her.
Melting a bit, Sakura said, “I have to go home first, but send me your address. I’ll meet you later.” She slid out of his lap, doing her best to adjust her stretched out panties into some sort of normalcy before smoothing her skirt down. Looking up, she caught him watching her, and she smiled. “If that’s okay with you.”
“Of course,” he said, smiling back as he stood, walking her to the door. “I’ll just finish up a few things here, pick up Pakkun from daycare, and then head home. I’ll text you then.”
Biting her lip, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “See you soon.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”