CH (R-18)What If 1: "Kushina and Kakashi — First Night at the Snow Inn"

Because the inn only had one room (alternate version), Kushina and Kakashi had to share a bed.

Night in the Land of Snow spread a cold, bone-piercing silence. The wind scraped against the wooden walls of the small inn, rattling the windows and making the weak fire in the hearth tremble. Inside the modest room lit only by a hanging oil lantern, there was a single wide futon—and two shinobi who could no longer avoid each other.

Kushina sat on the edge of the futon, combing her long crimson hair with her fingers. The strands shimmered under the warm golden light. Her sleeping yukata hung loosely, neckline open, revealing her collarbones and a glimpse of her chest. But it wasn't the cold that made her shiver that night.

'This body... it's so sensitive. Touches in places that never existed before ignite something I've never felt. And if I don't try it now... when will I ever?'

She turned her head. Kakashi sat against the wall, still masked, his expression unreadable as usual. But the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.

"Kakashi," she called, her voice low and deep. "Why are you so stiff tonight?"

"I'm... just tired," he replied, not meeting her eyes.

"Really?" Kushina moved onto her knees, crawling toward him. Her yukata parted slightly, exposing her thighs and the curve of her hips. "Or are you nervous... about sharing a room with your sensei's wife?"

Kakashi didn't answer. His gaze stayed fixed on the fire, but his jaw clenched tight.

Kushina moved closer, now sitting beside him, so near their knees touched. Her hand reached for his chest, slowly gliding up to his neck. Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"I'm not sleeping with Minato tonight. He's been gone... for a long time. But I'm still here. Alive. And this body, Kakashi... this body needs to be touched."

Kakashi's hand gripped his own knee, trembling. "This is wrong..."

Kushina placed a finger on his lips, leaning in until their breaths mingled. "Tonight, logic doesn't matter. I just want to know... and maybe, you do too."

In the next second, Kakashi's mask was pulled down, and Kushina saw his full face. She leaned in and kissed him. Gentle. Deep. Hesitant, then bursting into fiery urgency that could no longer be stopped.

As their lips met, an emotional storm cracked between them. Gentle—then fierce. Kakashi couldn't hold back anymore. He wrapped his arms around Kushina's waist and pulled her into his lap. Their bodies pressed together, their breaths quickened.

Kushina shifted on his lap, feeling the hard bulge beneath his clothes.

"You're already hard," she whispered. "I thought you could resist."

"I can't," Kakashi exhaled. "Not... with you."

Kushina untied the sash of her yukata, letting it fall open and expose her upper body. Her breasts glowed under the lantern light—full, tempting, utterly bare.

"Touch me," she whispered. "With your hands. I want to be touched as a woman."

Kakashi reached out hesitantly, then with more certainty. His fingers traced her sides, then cupped her breast—gentle, then firm. He massaged, kissed, and gently bit until Kushina arched against him and moaned softly.

"Ahhh… Kakashi… yes…"

He slid the yukata off her shoulders, leaving her fully naked atop the futon. He kissed every inch of her skin—neck, chest, stomach, and down between her thighs. His tongue was warm and patient, lapping slowly as he listened to her writhe beneath him.

Kushina couldn't stop her voice. "Ahh… ah, God… your tongue… down there… I can't take it…"

She clutched his hair, pulling him closer. Her body shook violently as her first climax hit, and she cried out softly—tiny sounds dripping with desperate need.

Then she sat up, pulled Kakashi toward her, and tugged at his clothing. She stared down at the hardness beneath his pants—thick, veined, embarrassingly aroused.

"…You're too big…"

"We can stop," Kakashi murmured, though his eyes burned.

"No," Kushina replied quickly. "I want to know… what it feels like… to be completely filled."

She lowered herself onto him slowly, guiding his length with trembling hands, breath ragged as she took him inch by inch.

"Ah—ahh! God… you're all the way in…"

Her body trembled, her back arched, chest heaving. Kakashi gripped her thighs, trying not to thrust too hard.

"You're… so tight, Kushina…"

"Move your hips,"

Kushina rode him slowly, rhythm uncertain at first—then smoother, stronger. Each downward motion pushed him deep, sending ripples of heat through her. Each grind sparked a low moan from both their throats.

"Haah… Kakashi…" she moaned, breath hitching between parted lips.

Kakashi could only look up at her, his storm-gray eyes heavy with restrained emotion. His hands slid up her back, slowly, memorizing the shape of her body as if trying to carve it into memory.

"Keep going…" Kakashi whispered. "Don't stop."

Kushina leaned forward, her chest pressing against his, the warmth of her breasts grazing his bare skin. She kissed him—hot, long, and deep—while her lower body kept moving, rising and falling with increasing urgency. Her rhythm was uneven—sometimes fast, sometimes faltering—like someone learning to dance with a body they had only just begun to understand.

Each time their bodies met, soft sounds filled the room: sharp breaths, muffled moans, and sometimes... their names.

"...Kushina..."

"...Kakashi… oh God…"

Kakashi began to move from beneath her, matching her pace from below. Together, they built a rhythm—deep, steady, and consuming. Each thrust produced a wet sound, shameless and raw, yet impossibly arousing.

"Ah! Ka—kashi! So deep… too deep… oohhh!"

"It's… too much… but I don't want to stop…" Kushina's voice trembled as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

She rolled her hips harder, deeper. Kakashi held her waist firmly and drove upward, their bodies chasing each other—rising, falling—like waves crashing faster and harder. Their breaths collided, their bodies shook, and the room filled with whispered names and broken moans.

"If you keep doing that…" Kakashi murmured into her ear, breath hot and shaky, "I'll lose control…"

"Then lose it. I want… to feel everything…"

One last thrust—deeper and stronger than the rest—made Kushina cry out, her voice breaking into a choked gasp as her entire body arched, trembling, then collapsed against him like a leaf falling in a storm.

"...Kakashi…!"

Kakashi pulled her into a tight embrace as his own climax overtook him. For a moment—there was nothing but the two of them. In a silence no longer cold.

Kakashi grasped her hips and slammed up into her one last time, deep and hard. Kushina gasped, her breath caught in her throat. Their pace quickened—bodies slapping against each other in raw, desperate motion.

"I—I'm close…!"

"Inside!" she cried. "Let me feel it! Fill me up… knock me up if you have to!"

The final thrust made Kakashi explode inside her. A hot surge spilled into her depths, and Kushina moaned—long, breathy—her body clinging to him tightly, not wanting to let go.

Seconds passed.

They collapsed together, breathless. Sweat coated their skin. Warm wetness trickled from between her legs, soaking into the futon beneath them.

"So warm... hot…" she whispered. "And messy… but I love it."

Kakashi wrapped her in his arms, and Kushina smiled softly.

Now she knew.

To be a woman was not a curse.

It was a miracle.

And the night passed—two bodies still entangled, two hearts quietly holding onto a secret that belonged only to this one, unforgettable night.