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Fic: "You Choke Behind A Smile"
Title: You Choke Behind A Smile
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: This fic is... odd. And while the tenses are supposed to be all creative and dramatic, they might just be screwy. Also, long sentences like whoa. Written because there has been a painful lack of Kakashi/Sakura lately.
Characters: Kakashi/Sakura
Summary: Sooner or later, she'd break. Kakashi was sure of it.
Sooner or later, she'd break. Kakashi was sure of it.
Since Sasuke's return, since he'd rejoined Team 7, Sakura had been tense. Kakashi didn't think she even knew how much pressure she was under, with the way she kept smiling at Sasuke, keep making him bentos, keep pressing her lips together instead of chattering on as they all ate ramen after a mission.
Just one more time - if Sasuke would step between Sakura and enemy nin just one more time, surely she'd snap. She'd snap and Sasuke's teeth would be on the ground, she'd snap and yell so loudly that she'd be repairing their eardrums after she calmed down, she'd snap and wipe that dismissive, possessive look right of the Uchiha's face.
But no. It appeared that the smart, confident kunoichi who had fought Sasori of the Desert and directed repairs of Konoha had permanently vanished into a pale, passive, ghost of herself. He'd watch her grit her teeth, clench her fists until the leather of her gloves moaned, stare at the ground like Icha Icha was written in the dirt, and yet she continued to act like she was continually auditioning for the role of Uchiha Sakura.
Kakashi never thought he'd say this, but he missed her 12-year-old, obsessive self. At least that girl had been someone unique and not just the perfect wife for Sasuke.
He knew she was going to break.
Sooner or later.
But when it happened, he was taken completely by surprise.
In his defense, he'd expected violence. Massive, property-damaging violence. He'd never dreamed that she would show up on his doorstep after midnight and that when he invited her in, she'd kick off her boots, take one step forward to put the tips of her toes against his and shove her hand down his pants.
And he'd - he'd just thrust his hips against her, forced more of himself into her hand. He'd yanked down his mask, kissed her hard, biting at her bottom lip and drawing blood. She'd gasped and when he'd yanked down her black shorts, shoving her against his door, she'd merely wrapped her arms around his neck and held on while he fucked her.
Sasuke gives her a band of gold, a single ruby in the center and her back is flat against the mushy, waterlogged ground of Training Ground 10 while she grinds against Kakashi, making little needy noises in the back of her throat. Her fingers clench at the back of his shirt, the tips of her fingernails pricking his skin.
The rain patters on the grass around them, on the leaves over them and he unfastens his pants, pushes them down irritably. Sakura lifts herself, running her wet slit along his head until he pins her hips to the ground and penetrates her with a thrust that has her neck arcing back, raindrops sliding down the column of her throat.
She's wild now, clawing at his back, tugging at his hair, gasping oh please sensei more, and then she clenches around him, thighs shaking and the breath caught in her lungs.
He knew she'd break.
But Kakashi had never expected her to shatter like this, to live her life like she was someone else and fuck him with another man's ring on her finger while he selfishly clung to whatever shards of Haruno Sakura he could get his hands on.
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: This fic is... odd. And while the tenses are supposed to be all creative and dramatic, they might just be screwy. Also, long sentences like whoa. Written because there has been a painful lack of Kakashi/Sakura lately.
Characters: Kakashi/Sakura
Summary: Sooner or later, she'd break. Kakashi was sure of it.
Sooner or later, she'd break. Kakashi was sure of it.
Since Sasuke's return, since he'd rejoined Team 7, Sakura had been tense. Kakashi didn't think she even knew how much pressure she was under, with the way she kept smiling at Sasuke, keep making him bentos, keep pressing her lips together instead of chattering on as they all ate ramen after a mission.
Just one more time - if Sasuke would step between Sakura and enemy nin just one more time, surely she'd snap. She'd snap and Sasuke's teeth would be on the ground, she'd snap and yell so loudly that she'd be repairing their eardrums after she calmed down, she'd snap and wipe that dismissive, possessive look right of the Uchiha's face.
But no. It appeared that the smart, confident kunoichi who had fought Sasori of the Desert and directed repairs of Konoha had permanently vanished into a pale, passive, ghost of herself. He'd watch her grit her teeth, clench her fists until the leather of her gloves moaned, stare at the ground like Icha Icha was written in the dirt, and yet she continued to act like she was continually auditioning for the role of Uchiha Sakura.
Kakashi never thought he'd say this, but he missed her 12-year-old, obsessive self. At least that girl had been someone unique and not just the perfect wife for Sasuke.
He knew she was going to break.
Sooner or later.
But when it happened, he was taken completely by surprise.
In his defense, he'd expected violence. Massive, property-damaging violence. He'd never dreamed that she would show up on his doorstep after midnight and that when he invited her in, she'd kick off her boots, take one step forward to put the tips of her toes against his and shove her hand down his pants.
And he'd - he'd just thrust his hips against her, forced more of himself into her hand. He'd yanked down his mask, kissed her hard, biting at her bottom lip and drawing blood. She'd gasped and when he'd yanked down her black shorts, shoving her against his door, she'd merely wrapped her arms around his neck and held on while he fucked her.
Sasuke gives her a band of gold, a single ruby in the center and her back is flat against the mushy, waterlogged ground of Training Ground 10 while she grinds against Kakashi, making little needy noises in the back of her throat. Her fingers clench at the back of his shirt, the tips of her fingernails pricking his skin.
The rain patters on the grass around them, on the leaves over them and he unfastens his pants, pushes them down irritably. Sakura lifts herself, running her wet slit along his head until he pins her hips to the ground and penetrates her with a thrust that has her neck arcing back, raindrops sliding down the column of her throat.
She's wild now, clawing at his back, tugging at his hair, gasping oh please sensei more, and then she clenches around him, thighs shaking and the breath caught in her lungs.
He knew she'd break.
But Kakashi had never expected her to shatter like this, to live her life like she was someone else and fuck him with another man's ring on her finger while he selfishly clung to whatever shards of Haruno Sakura he could get his hands on.
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