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Everything falls apart in seconds. She has barely enough time to throw on a dress before she bolts out of her apartment, leaving behind the man who’s been lying to her for months. Her pulse is frantic, her mind unable to piece things together. She doesn’t know where she’s going. All she knows is she needs to get away.
“Sakura!”
A silver blur chases her through the woods. The branch splinters beneath her step as she launches herself forward, begging for a bit more speed. She floods chakra through her muscles, but he knows that trick too. He’s gaining on her, the sound of his feet hitting the branches resounding in her ears. He’s always been faster than her.
“Sakura, wait!” he shouts her name again, voice strained and insistent.
For just a moment, she glances behind her and sees him locked on her, brows furrowed and expression distraught. Her throat catches. She hadn’t had time to process earlier. The way it looked to see Sukea’s clothes and Sukea’s lips. But the rest of him was…
“Come back to bed,” she whines, sprawled across the sheets. Post-orgasm bliss makes her feel sleepy and in desperate need of cuddles. Sukea smiles at her from the doorway, wearing only a pair of gray sweats slung low across his hips. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she grouses, self-conscious of his staring.
Humming, he raises an eyebrow, walks towards his shoulder bag, and pulls out a bulky silver camera. The flash clicks before she registers that she’s completely nude.
“Sukea!” she shouts, jolting in bed, belatedly tugging the sheet up to her neck. “Delete that right now!”
He grins, a devilish smirk that makes her skin heat. “Not a chance, Sa-chan,” he retorts in a lilting tenor. “I’m saving this one forever.”
She whips back around and launches herself towards the next branch, but stumbles the landing, and it’s all the chance he needs to catch up to her as she falls, rushing forward in a flash of lightning and kicking off the tree to land on solid ground.
The moment he reaches her, his fingers tighten around her arm like a vice. His nails dig into her skin. She substitutes out of his grip but he follows her like a shadow, relentless.
“Sakura, please.”
She has flashbacks of sinking onto him slowly, fingers twisting in his hair. His lips parting in a moan as his hips snapped to meet hers. The unmistakable sight of a henge flickering, a scar that she couldn’t mistake for anything else if she tried.
“Listen, just—”
Furious with betrayal, she spins around to face him, aiming a kick to his face. He deflects it easily, which only makes her angrier. He catches her next punch, using her momentum to twist her arm behind her back. He pulls her to his chest, his breath hot against her neck.
“It doesn’t change anything,” he pleads, voice lower than she’s grown to expect. “It’s no different.”
“Of course it’s different,” she hisses. “You’re not Sukea, you’re—” Her voice chokes. She breaks his hold with a flare of chakra and takes a step back. She can’t stand to be around him. “I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”
Sadness, disappointment, guilt, and something much more vitriol flash across his face. It’s the most vulnerable she’s ever seen him. Somehow, the knowledge terrifies her. She needs to get out of there.
The moment she tries to body flicker, he grabs her wrist. “Wait.” She smacks his hand away and he tackles her to the ground. “Wait.” He pins her to the grassy floor, her mouth full of dirt and grass. “Stay down,” he orders, voice hoarse. “Just listen to me.” Her skin buzzes at the familiar warmth, the familiar scent, but—
“Let me go!” she demands, wiggling in his hold.
He drops his weight onto her back and pins her thighs with his knees. “No just…fuck just listen won’t you?” He spins her around to face him, holding her wrists above her head. His eyes drill into her, a frantic edge to them. “It’s still me, it’s me,” he insists.
Part of her wants to believe it. The gray-green eyes are gone, and now she’s staring up into pure charcoal. There’s a desperate, hopeful look in his eyes as he stares down at her. And then he leans in.
It’s as soft as their first few kisses, and as sweet as the ones they shared months in. She doesn’t know what to do. It’s so familiar. So heartbreakingly familiar. And yet—
“It’ll be okay, you’ll see.” Holding her wrists with one hand, the other shimmies down her dress, pushing up the skirt. “It’s still me, okay? I’ve got you. I know what you like, Sa-chan.”
Her throat turns into cement. “Don’t call me that—”
“Just give me a chance,” he begs. His eyes shine with regret. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”
His pants are down in record time and she doesn’t have a chance to react before he slips into her. She can’t fight back the moan. It’s always perfect with him, so perfect with him filling her to the brim, making her skin buzz like nothing else.
“So perfect,” he mutters, echoing her thoughts. His hips start to thrust shallowly as his fingers tease her clit, taunting her, making her tremble. She’s still sore from earlier, from less than an hour before when they were tangled in bed together. When his mouth was on her clit and his hands were groping her ass.
He lied to you, her mind whispers. The whole time he was lying to you.
“Say my name,” he urges, hips starting to snap in a faster rhythm.
Why isn’t she trying to get away?
The heat of the moment overwhelms her mind. She can forget just this one time, right? She can pretend it’s still him. That it’s the same as always.
“Say it, Sakura,” he demands in a low rasp. “Say it!”
Goosebumps prickle across her skin. She feels herself building towards a peak, feels the heat building in her gut. He pinches her clit between his forefingers.
“Su—ah!”
Her body feels boneless as she comes, walls clenching as he empties himself inside of her, his cock pulsing weakly. He scatters kisses across her face, muttering words that her brain can’t comprehend. She feels spent. She feels…undone.
“I’ll make you so happy, Sakura,” Kakashi murmurs, sweet nothings in her ear that make her stomach churn. “You’ll see,” he says with a sigh, “I’ll never leave your side.”