Sex Story of Kakashi X Sakura Hentai, From Naruto Shippuden Hentai by Xuneai
Sakura Haruno slumped onto her worn-out couch, the dim glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across her small apartment in Konoha. The mission had been grueling, but it wasn’t the exhaustion weighing on her. It was the loneliness. Ever since Sasuke left the village again—chasing his endless redemption—she’d felt an ache in her chest that no amount of training could fill. Lonely Sakura, that’s what she’d become, a woman whose strength couldn’t shield her from the quiet nights that gnawed at her soul. She hugged a pillow to her chest, her pink hair falling messily over her face, and sighed.
A knock at the door jolted her from her thoughts. She wasn’t expecting anyone—not at this hour. Wiping her eyes, she shuffled over and opened it, only to freeze at the sight of Kakashi Hatake leaning casually against the frame. His silver hair glinted under the porch light, and that single, dark eye peered at her with a mix of concern and his usual laid-back charm.
“Kakashi-sensei?” Sakura’s voice wavered, caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”
“I was passing by,” he said, his tone smooth as ever, though she caught a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. “You’ve seemed off lately, Sakura. Thought I’d check on you.”
Her heart fluttered. It wasn’t often that Kakashi dropped his aloof demeanor, and the fact that he’d noticed her struggles made her feel… seen. “I’m fine,” she lied, stepping aside to let him in. “Just tired, you know. Missions and all.”
He stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click. “You don’t have to pretend with me,” he said, his voice low and steady. “It’s okay to feel lonely.”
The word hit her like a kunai to the chest. She turned away, blinking back tears, but Kakashi was already there, his gloved hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “Hey,” he murmured, and before she could protest, he pulled her into a hug. His arms were strong, warm, and the scent of him—earth and musk—wrapped around her like a blanket. Sakura buried her face in his chest, letting the dam break as soft sobs escaped her.
Minutes passed, and she finally pulled back, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t apologize,” Kakashi interrupted, his thumb brushing a tear from her cheek. The touch lingered, his rough skin against her soft for skin sending a shiver down her spine. Their eyes locked, and the air thickened with something unspoken. Sakura’s breath hitched as she noticed how close he was, how his body radiated heat. Her pulse quickened, a dangerous thought creeping in: He’s my sensei. This is wrong. But her body didn’t care.
Kakashi’s hand slid to her jaw, tilting her face up. “Sakura…” His voice was a husky whisper, a question hanging between them. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in, and their lips met in a tentative kiss. It was soft at first, testing boundaries, but then it deepened, hungry and desperate. Sakura’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as years of pent-up tension ignited.
He broke the kiss, searching her eyes. “Are you sure about this?” His tone was serious, giving her an out.
Sakura hesitated, her mind screaming that this was a line they shouldn’t cross. He was her mentor, her protector, a man twice her age. But her body ached for him, her loneliness clawing at her resolve. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “But I want you, Kakashi. I can’t stop wanting you.”
That was all he needed. In one fluid motion, Kakashi scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest in a princess carry. Sakura gasped, her hands clutching his shoulders as he carried her back to the couch. The strength in his grip, the ease with which he held her, made her stomach flip with anticipation. He set her down gently, but didn’t let go, hovering over her as she sank into the cushions.
His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves hidden beneath her clothes. Sakura arched into his touch, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. Kakashi’s fingers found the hem of her shirt and tugged it upward in a clothed lift, exposing her toned stomach and the lacy bra cupping her perky breasts. He paused, his gaze raking over her, and she felt a flush of heat under his scrutiny.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, before leaning down to kiss her neck. His lips were hot against her skin, and a soft moan slipped from Sakura’s throat as he nipped at her pulse point. His hands slid higher, pushing her bra up to free her tits. They spilled out, firm and sensitive, her nipples hardening in the cool air. Kakashi’s mouth moved lower, capturing one pink bud between his lips and sucking gently. Sakura’s back bowed, her fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure shot through her.
“Kakashi…” she whimpered, her voice a mix of need and uncertainty. He pulled back slightly, his hands drifting to her skirt. With a swift tug, he hiked it up to her hips, revealing the tight spats she wore underneath—a practical choice for a kunoichi, but now an obstacle. His fingers hooked into the waistband, and with a slow, deliberate spats pull, he peeled them down her thighs, exposing her damp panties beneath.
Sakura’s cheeks burned as he stared at the wet spot staining the fabric. “You’re soaked,” Kakashi said, his voice rough with desire. His fingers brushed the wet panty pull, sliding the thin material aside to reveal her glistening pussy. She shivered, the cool air hitting her sensitive flesh, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze.
He shifted, settling between her legs, and Sakura’s eyes widened as he unbuckled his belt. His pants dropped just enough to free his dick, and she couldn’t suppress a gasp. Kakashi’s big veiny cock stood proud, thick and pulsing, the veins prominent against his flushed skin. It was intimidating, but also mesmerizing, and Sakura felt a fresh wave of arousal flood her core. Sakura can’t resist Kakashi’s big veiny cock—the thought echoed in her mind, drowning out her hesitation.
“Ready?” he asked, his tip brushing her entrance. Sakura nodded, biting her lip as he pushed forward. The stretch was intense, his size filling her in a way that bordered on overwhelming. She winced, a sharp breath escaping her, but Kakashi paused, letting her adjust. “Relax,” he soothed, his hand stroking her thigh.
Soon, the discomfort melted into pleasure, and he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, each one drawing a moan from Sakura’s lips. Her grippy pussy clenched around him, tight and eager, pulling him deeper with every stroke. “Fuck, Sakura,” Kakashi groaned, his composure slipping. “You’re so damn tight.”
She matched his rhythm, her hips rocking up to meet him. The couch creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with the wet slap of skin on skin. Sakura’s tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples grazing his chest as he leaned down to kiss her again. His tongue plunged into her mouth, mirroring the way his dick claimed her pussy, and she moaned into him, lost in the sensation.
Kakashi’s hand slipped between them, finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Sakura’s body tensed, pleasure building fast. “Kakashi—oh god, don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. He didn’t. His thrusts grew harder, faster, the veins on his cock dragging against her walls in a way that made her see stars.
With a final flick of his fingers, she shattered. Her pussy clamped down on him, pulsing as she came with a loud cry, her body trembling beneath him. The tightness pushed Kakashi over the edge, and with a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, spilling hot and thick inside her.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting, sweat slicking their skin. Kakashi pulled out slowly, a trickle of his release following, and Sakura shivered at the loss. He adjusted her clothes with surprising gentleness, pulling her spats and panties back into place, though they were still damp with her arousal.
“Was that… okay?” he asked, his usual mask of indifference softened by concern.
Sakura nodded, still catching her breath. “More than okay,” she whispered, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “I didn’t expect… this. Naruto Hentai stories don’t do it justice.”
He chuckled, a rare sound. “Guess Naruto Shippuden Hentai has some competition now.”
She laughed too, the tension easing. Whatever this was—Kakashi X Sakura Hentai come to life—it had filled a void she hadn’t known how to name. And as he sat beside her on the couch, his arm draping casually over her shoulders, Sakura realized she wasn’t so lonely anymore. Sakura X Kakashi Hentai
