It was going to be a beautiful day, perfect even. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The summer in the Hidden Leaf Village had lasted for several weeks. Though it wasn't going to be hot that day, a light breeze was blowing outside. From dawn, birds' chirping could be heard outside the window of his apartment, and the sun stubbornly tried to penetrate the interior of the bedroom through a small gap in the curtains.

Despite this, Kakashi fell back to sleep. It might not have been the best idea considering that he was supposed to meet with his team that day to train for tomorrow's mission, but he lost this fight within him. His eyelids drooped as the memory of a laughing teenager flashed in his mind.

He knew one thing — he shouldn't have thought of her that way, but he couldn't stop. Hatake was a strange man. In fact, most would consider him fairly normal, given the fact of what he had to go through to become who he was today. And if you add the childhood trauma that his father gave him, you could safely say that he was insane... no, that was a bad word, as Kakashi was... just a weirdo. A man who wasn't ashamed to read erotic romances in public, these books were actually more erotic than romances (and judging by what Jiraiya described in them, you could see that the author wasn't idle); as well as, whose characteristic feature was eternal lateness, the personal charm thanks to which he could eat dinners in public places, avoiding paying for them, and... his weakness for his former student.

Kakashi was on the verge of reality and dream, a very beautiful dream, by the way. In which this student also participated, but she was completely naked. Most of the time, he'd only seen her in her standard combat gear, and sometimes he had the opportunity to admire the shapely legs in a short, flowing dress as they met at all kinds of celebrations... that is, birthday parties they organized for each other. Kakashi was the guest of honour at Naruto's, Sakura's and Sai's birthday parties, as well as Shikamaru, Ino and Chōji due to his devotion to Asuma's cause. However, he was also a regular at other kinds of games to which his former students often invited him, though he honestly had no idea why. There were many times then they made him drink alcohol, which he could pour into himself with gallons, and he was still not drunk, although all three of the former squad of Team Seven groaned in disappointment as soon as he pushed his glass to his masked mouth, and Hatake had absolutely no idea why. Or when they brought him food and made him eat. And then he didn't really understand them anymore, because why then were they banging their heads on the table? After all, it was perfectly normal for him to throw food from the top, folding back the mask a little. So, what if he often got his nose dirty, because that's what he was wearing this mask for.

In addition to their birthday parties, his former students were adept at organizing his own birthday parties, which he tried to avoid at all times. Especially after Sakura had stolen one of his precious books from him and, under the pretext of destroying it, he had to reveal his date of birth from him. They haven't forgotten any since then, although they always put one more candle on the cake, when in fact Kakashi wasn't that old at all, or he was just saying to himself. He was sorry to look at the amount of these little wax sticks, but the time passes and there's nothing he could do about it. Plus, the older he got, the older Sakura was as well. And the older his former apprentice was, the rounder and fuller in strategic places of her female body. And the more she was rounded, the more she was turning him on.

Still on the verge of waking and sleeping, and under the influence of the images sent by his brain, Kakashi took his hand around his cock and began to move it. It didn't reflect the realities of the real sexual intercourse, especially the real moisture and narrowness, because as far as he knew, Sakura was still a virgin, which in turn made it even more tempting to taste her, because in his long life Kakashi has never tasted the virgin.

Damn! It excited him even more. Now fully aroused, in all his majestic glory, Hatake Kakashi was pleasuring himself, trembling all over his body under the influence of his imaginations and sensations.

The sexual elation lingering in his head made him unable to hold back and he just had to vent his arousal by muttering softly or; like at the moment of his almost spectacular ending, which it never came to, as everything suddenly receded into it a quiet, elevating climax; he groaned her name. And unable to bear the thought that the naked Sakura was only a figment of his mind, he began to groan her name time and time again to reassure himself that his hand was as wet and tight as her real interior.

He didn't lack much to achieve his goal. But then his hand began to slow down its movements, when Hatake once again began to fall into the embrace of sleep; and Sakura's moisture and narrowness became a reality, when his head became heavier and full of images saturated with her naked silhouette, squirting right on his face after reaching her fulfilment.

She wasn't as tight as he thought it was, and it wasn't also wet enough for his liking. Especially since a moment earlier, he had driven her to orgasm himself, so she should have been drowning in juices by now. However, Kakashi wasn't going to complain. After all, it was his Sakura. She didn't need to be perfect, the most important thing was that it was her.

Haruno tightened on him in a pulsating rhythm, perfectly matching the movements of his hips. Moisture streamed in more and more, with which Hatake began to marvel more and more. His real hand, as well as that drowsy one, reached the mound between her thighs, where... both versions met a strongly protruding point. It was quite unusual, but nothing the great Copy Ninja couldn't handle, so he started making circles with his thumb at the centre of the knot, making Sakura tremble. Oh, yeah. That was what he meant, he wanted to make her feel as good as he was feeling, or maybe even better.

Only then something strange happened. Namely he noticed that his Sakura began to tremble even more as his thumb drew larger and larger circles. On the full lips of the young kunoichi lingered a wide smile, and Kakashi had timely realized that she was just laughing. Were his certain hand movements amusing her?

Hatake froze for a moment, unable to make any movement. Why was she laughing? Then something that resembled hair in structure, only too long to be pubic, fell over his hand.

It was at that moment that Kakashi realized that what he took for Sakura was actually a figment of his imagination, but in reality... well...

The man opened his eyes to look down, but he clearly felt his cock slide in and out of the very moist and hot inside. The only question was who rode him?

Shinobi rose on his elbows to look down, but what he saw exceeded his wildest expectations. Well, on his bed sat naked Sakura, spread on his lap, leaning over him and — well — she was consuming him.

When Kakashi finally realized what was happening, he froze. A pair of emerald eyes stared at him, focused on studying his uncovered face, and with a faint smile wandering on the lips surrounding his cock.

"Sakura?"