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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
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2,181
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36
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0
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1
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Kakashi/Sakura (NC-17, minor)
Warning: Minor, Teacher/Student
For moodymel. Enjoy.
Sakura shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The cool plastic of the chair felt like ice on her bare bottom, and she was leaking so much that her every movement caused an embarrassing squelching sound. She fisted her hands on her thighs and fought the urge to clench her uncovered pussy.Oh, god, she moaned inwardly. How did I get myself into this?
But she knew the answer to that already. It was all because of her damned curiosity. Ever since the beginning of year she’d seen her masked teacher stroll around with a bright orange book in his hands, and after getting no response when she questioned him about its contents, she had decided to find out for herself. She’d snuck in after class one day when she’d seen him leave for the bathroom, and rooted around the desk until she’d found the orange monstrosity.
She had opened it expecting to find…well, she wasn’t quite sure. But she certainly hadn’t been prepared to come face to face with a very explicit drawing of a very aroused woman. At first she’d been horrified, and had snapped the book shut quickly as her heart leapt into her throat. But after she’d glanced around cautiously and seen that there was no one in the room besides herself, she’d nervously opened the book again.
Sakura flushed a pretty pink and felt her cunt contract sharply at the memory of what she had seen. There had been pictures upon pictures of nude women, spreading their legs and shamelessly touching themselves. They were unbelievably detailed, and she had felt her own pussy grow moist at the sight. And then there had been drawings of men and women (sometimes more than one at the same time) having sex in various positions. The heat in her body had become so unbearable at the images that she’d thought she would combust.
And then… and then—Sakura ducked her head helplessly and flexed the muscles of her pussy, nearly gasping out loud at the coils of pleasure that unraveled at the slight movement. She continued clenching and unclenching, rocking imperceptibly back and forth, blissfully unaware of the cool grey eye fixed on her as she recalled what had happened next.
She had been staring wide eyed at a picture of a man’s thick cock sliding into a woman from behind when a large, hot hand curled around her to settle on her stomach. She remembered being so shocked that she couldn’t even speak, going stiff and still as a pointed chin came to rest on her head. Another hand had come up to lazily flip a few pages of the book, and a mouth had pressed against her ear, exhaling hotly. “This one’s my favorite.” A low, gravelly voice had hummed and Sakura had felt herself orgasm as she glanced down unconsciously at the picture the gloved fingers were tracing.
It showed a woman on her back, with her knees spread and brought up to her chest, exposing her entire cunt to the viewer. There was a man that leaned over her and it was clearly visible that he had shoved three of his fingers inside her slick pussy. But that wasn’t what had brought Sakura to orgasm—no, it was the expressions on their faces. The woman’s head was thrown back and her mouth was open in a silent scream, and the man’s face was transformed in ecstasy as his other hand fisted his cock.
She had turned to face her sensei with a low gasp, feeling dizzy when she looked into his eye and found burning lust. Even when he’d bent down to cover her mouth with his masked one, she had had no idea that they would soon be mimicking that exact image in a few moments. She was completely unsuspecting that he would have her lying on the desk, legs spread, as he pulled his mask down underneath her plaited skirt and tongue fucked her into orgasm three times before he finally released her.
The shrill clanging of the bell snapped Sakura out of her daydream. She looked up and caught her sensei’s eye amidst the clamor of students flooding towards the door. Her entire body began to hum with suppressed desire as she remembered what he’d said afterwards, as he’d lifted his head from between her legs and secured his mask, before grabbing her sopping underwear from the chair and passing it to her.
“Don’t wear any to class tomorrow.”
“Hey, big-forehead,” Ino’s annoyed voice sounded from across the room. “Aren’t you coming to lunch?”
“Sakura has to make up a test.” Kakashi interjected smoothly. “It shouldn’t take all of lunch, but it might. Don’t wait up.”
Sakura kept her head down as Ino shrugged uncaringly and left the class. The door closed behind her with a sharp click that made her clit pulse viciously. She heard Kakashi’s barely-there footsteps as he moved behind his desk and the squeak of his chair as she sat down.
“Sakura.” His voice was low, lazy, making a shiver skip down her spine.
“H-Hai, sensei?” She berated herself for stuttering as she stood up carefully and deliberately ignored the slick, wet spot on her chair that glinted at her as she walked towards the front of the room. She licked her lips nervously as she reached his desk and moved around behind it, but kept her eyes lowered demurely.
“Lift your skirt.”
She swallowed hard but did as he commanded, feeling a sudden rush of pride even as she blushed furiously at his sharp inhale. She quivered helplessly as she felt his gloved hands rest on her bare thighs, before curling around to cup her ass and tug her forward.
“So pretty.” He murmured, pulling her so close that she could feel the starch of his jacket brush her jaw as he exhaled. “You know I’d always wondered if the hair on your cunt would be as pink as the ones on your head.”
The vulgarity of the statement shocked Sakura of her shyness and she jerked her head up with a mortified, “Sensei!”
The one visible eye on Kakashi’s face crinkled in amusement. “What?” he drawled, his wicked fingers teasing her nether lips from behind, causing her to push back instinctively. “You must have known. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” His hands squeezed her butt cheeks in emphasis.
“I…” Sakura started, flustered, but he cut her off with a kiss. The cloth covering his lips irritated her, and she reached up to trace the edge of it with her fingers, biting her lip nervously as he pulled back.
“A-Aren’t y-you…” she stammered, “W-Won’t you take it off?”
“Not today.” He answered simply, clasping her waist in both hands and hoisting her onto her lap with an ease that made her gasp. “Today you’re going to take my cock into that tight little pussy of yours.”
Sakura’s face bloomed at that and she lifted her hands to cover her cheeks in embarrassment. He chuckled lowly at her reaction, and shifted her so she could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her thigh. “You’re going to ride me today, Sakura.” He bent his head to mouth the curve of her neck. “It’s not so different from the horseback riding you do every weekend.”
Sakura pulled away from him, surprised. “How do you know about that?”
He palmed her ass possessively, pressing his lips to hers again. “I know everything about you.”
Something in the way he said that should have scared her, but it only made her wetter. And he knew it too, if the look in his eye was anything to judge by. She panted heavily into his mouth, squirming as he unbuttoned his pants and jerked his cock out of his boxers. She stared at the dark, leaking mushroom head with a sort of morbid fascination, wondering morosely just how much it would hurt when he shoved it inside of her.
He chuckled lowly as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, and peeled off the glove on his right hand before spreading her pussy lips apart and sliding two fingers into her without warning. She moaned, burrowing her face against his neck and shifting her hips in an attempt to fit more inside her.
He complied with her silent request, sliding a third finger in and thrusting in and out quickly, his thumb brushing her clit every other thrust. He finger fucked her until she was moaning continuously, before lifting her up and positioning her over his cock.
“Sakura,” he gasped, rocking into her but not quite penetrating, his cock drooling precum against her quivering pussy. “I want you to slide down, slowl---unh!”
Sakura had the supreme satisfaction of watching his eye widen in shock as she went down on his cock in one smooth movement. She stopped at the uncomfortable stretch about halfway down, and flexed experimentally around him. Encouraged by his low moan and the way he threw his head back and panted, she twisted and swayed, taking him in deeper. She squealed when he brought a hand between her legs to pinch her clit as he slammed up into her, filling her to the hilt. She felt his balls press against her ass and blinked back tears at the unbearable way her pussy was being stretched.
He kissed her again, the fabric of his mask moist against her mouth as she licked and sucked at it. While one hand thumbed her clitoris furiously, the other grasped her hip and shifted her upwards, silently encouraging her to move. She tilted her hips experimentally, and moaned when that provided more pressure against her sensitive clit. She wound her arms around his neck, starting to rock back and forth more rapidly, before rising on her knees and slamming herself back down again.
They weren’t even kissing anymore, not really, more or less just exchanging breaths as they gasped into each other’s mouths. And then Kakashi pressed his nail viciously into her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head as she came, clamping down almost violently on his cock as it tried to pull out of her body.
Kakashi groaned heavily, pressing his face between the clothed mounds of her small breasts, and continued to slam into her juicy cunt as she milked the orgasm out of him. She shuddered as she rode her own orgasm, arching her back at a severe angle before slumping against him.
They stilled and breathed in tandem for a few moments, before voices made Kakashi’s head snap up. Before Sakura even knew what had happened, Kakashi had hoisted her off of his limp cock and dropped her under the desk, slamming a hand over her mouth as she yelped in pain. The door opened seconds later.
“Kakashi-sensei?” Ino poked her blonde head through the crack and Sakura inwardly thanked all the god’s she could think of for her obnoxiously loud voice.
“Where’d big-for— I mean, Sakura go?”
“She left a few minutes ago. Finished the test early.” Kakashi’s voice was remarkably composed for a man who had been balls deep in his 13 year old student a few minutes ago.
“Oh.” Ino disappeared with a scowl, slamming the door a bit forcefully in her irritation.
Kakashi and Sakura both let out the breath they’d been holding and Sakura glanced up at her sensei from beneath the desk. He looked down at her and coughed.
“Yes… we might want to go somewhere a bit more private next time.”
Sakura nodded wearily in agreement before what he’d just said caught up with her.
…next time?!
A/N: A little shorter, because teacher/student AND sex with a minor is an odd sort of squick for me to write, but I'm pleased with the results. Hope you liked it, moodymel. If any of you read this and like it, please drop me a review letting me know. I'll no longer be deleting any reviews (it's a bit tiring) so you may add a request with it as well.
As for updates on accepted requests, keep checking back to the Accepted Requests chapter. It will be updated every time I post another story.
Till next time,
Elli
For moodymel. Enjoy.
Sakura shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The cool plastic of the chair felt like ice on her bare bottom, and she was leaking so much that her every movement caused an embarrassing squelching sound. She fisted her hands on her thighs and fought the urge to clench her uncovered pussy.
But she knew the answer to that already. It was all because of her damned curiosity. Ever since the beginning of year she’d seen her masked teacher stroll around with a bright orange book in his hands, and after getting no response when she questioned him about its contents, she had decided to find out for herself. She’d snuck in after class one day when she’d seen him leave for the bathroom, and rooted around the desk until she’d found the orange monstrosity.
She had opened it expecting to find…well, she wasn’t quite sure. But she certainly hadn’t been prepared to come face to face with a very explicit drawing of a very aroused woman. At first she’d been horrified, and had snapped the book shut quickly as her heart leapt into her throat. But after she’d glanced around cautiously and seen that there was no one in the room besides herself, she’d nervously opened the book again.
Sakura flushed a pretty pink and felt her cunt contract sharply at the memory of what she had seen. There had been pictures upon pictures of nude women, spreading their legs and shamelessly touching themselves. They were unbelievably detailed, and she had felt her own pussy grow moist at the sight. And then there had been drawings of men and women (sometimes more than one at the same time) having sex in various positions. The heat in her body had become so unbearable at the images that she’d thought she would combust.
And then… and then—Sakura ducked her head helplessly and flexed the muscles of her pussy, nearly gasping out loud at the coils of pleasure that unraveled at the slight movement. She continued clenching and unclenching, rocking imperceptibly back and forth, blissfully unaware of the cool grey eye fixed on her as she recalled what had happened next.
She had been staring wide eyed at a picture of a man’s thick cock sliding into a woman from behind when a large, hot hand curled around her to settle on her stomach. She remembered being so shocked that she couldn’t even speak, going stiff and still as a pointed chin came to rest on her head. Another hand had come up to lazily flip a few pages of the book, and a mouth had pressed against her ear, exhaling hotly. “This one’s my favorite.” A low, gravelly voice had hummed and Sakura had felt herself orgasm as she glanced down unconsciously at the picture the gloved fingers were tracing.
It showed a woman on her back, with her knees spread and brought up to her chest, exposing her entire cunt to the viewer. There was a man that leaned over her and it was clearly visible that he had shoved three of his fingers inside her slick pussy. But that wasn’t what had brought Sakura to orgasm—no, it was the expressions on their faces. The woman’s head was thrown back and her mouth was open in a silent scream, and the man’s face was transformed in ecstasy as his other hand fisted his cock.
She had turned to face her sensei with a low gasp, feeling dizzy when she looked into his eye and found burning lust. Even when he’d bent down to cover her mouth with his masked one, she had had no idea that they would soon be mimicking that exact image in a few moments. She was completely unsuspecting that he would have her lying on the desk, legs spread, as he pulled his mask down underneath her plaited skirt and tongue fucked her into orgasm three times before he finally released her.
The shrill clanging of the bell snapped Sakura out of her daydream. She looked up and caught her sensei’s eye amidst the clamor of students flooding towards the door. Her entire body began to hum with suppressed desire as she remembered what he’d said afterwards, as he’d lifted his head from between her legs and secured his mask, before grabbing her sopping underwear from the chair and passing it to her.
“Don’t wear any to class tomorrow.”
“Hey, big-forehead,” Ino’s annoyed voice sounded from across the room. “Aren’t you coming to lunch?”
“Sakura has to make up a test.” Kakashi interjected smoothly. “It shouldn’t take all of lunch, but it might. Don’t wait up.”
Sakura kept her head down as Ino shrugged uncaringly and left the class. The door closed behind her with a sharp click that made her clit pulse viciously. She heard Kakashi’s barely-there footsteps as he moved behind his desk and the squeak of his chair as she sat down.
“Sakura.” His voice was low, lazy, making a shiver skip down her spine.
“H-Hai, sensei?” She berated herself for stuttering as she stood up carefully and deliberately ignored the slick, wet spot on her chair that glinted at her as she walked towards the front of the room. She licked her lips nervously as she reached his desk and moved around behind it, but kept her eyes lowered demurely.
“Lift your skirt.”
She swallowed hard but did as he commanded, feeling a sudden rush of pride even as she blushed furiously at his sharp inhale. She quivered helplessly as she felt his gloved hands rest on her bare thighs, before curling around to cup her ass and tug her forward.
“So pretty.” He murmured, pulling her so close that she could feel the starch of his jacket brush her jaw as he exhaled. “You know I’d always wondered if the hair on your cunt would be as pink as the ones on your head.”
The vulgarity of the statement shocked Sakura of her shyness and she jerked her head up with a mortified, “Sensei!”
The one visible eye on Kakashi’s face crinkled in amusement. “What?” he drawled, his wicked fingers teasing her nether lips from behind, causing her to push back instinctively. “You must have known. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” His hands squeezed her butt cheeks in emphasis.
“I…” Sakura started, flustered, but he cut her off with a kiss. The cloth covering his lips irritated her, and she reached up to trace the edge of it with her fingers, biting her lip nervously as he pulled back.
“A-Aren’t y-you…” she stammered, “W-Won’t you take it off?”
“Not today.” He answered simply, clasping her waist in both hands and hoisting her onto her lap with an ease that made her gasp. “Today you’re going to take my cock into that tight little pussy of yours.”
Sakura’s face bloomed at that and she lifted her hands to cover her cheeks in embarrassment. He chuckled lowly at her reaction, and shifted her so she could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her thigh. “You’re going to ride me today, Sakura.” He bent his head to mouth the curve of her neck. “It’s not so different from the horseback riding you do every weekend.”
Sakura pulled away from him, surprised. “How do you know about that?”
He palmed her ass possessively, pressing his lips to hers again. “I know everything about you.”
Something in the way he said that should have scared her, but it only made her wetter. And he knew it too, if the look in his eye was anything to judge by. She panted heavily into his mouth, squirming as he unbuttoned his pants and jerked his cock out of his boxers. She stared at the dark, leaking mushroom head with a sort of morbid fascination, wondering morosely just how much it would hurt when he shoved it inside of her.
He chuckled lowly as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, and peeled off the glove on his right hand before spreading her pussy lips apart and sliding two fingers into her without warning. She moaned, burrowing her face against his neck and shifting her hips in an attempt to fit more inside her.
He complied with her silent request, sliding a third finger in and thrusting in and out quickly, his thumb brushing her clit every other thrust. He finger fucked her until she was moaning continuously, before lifting her up and positioning her over his cock.
“Sakura,” he gasped, rocking into her but not quite penetrating, his cock drooling precum against her quivering pussy. “I want you to slide down, slowl---unh!”
Sakura had the supreme satisfaction of watching his eye widen in shock as she went down on his cock in one smooth movement. She stopped at the uncomfortable stretch about halfway down, and flexed experimentally around him. Encouraged by his low moan and the way he threw his head back and panted, she twisted and swayed, taking him in deeper. She squealed when he brought a hand between her legs to pinch her clit as he slammed up into her, filling her to the hilt. She felt his balls press against her ass and blinked back tears at the unbearable way her pussy was being stretched.
He kissed her again, the fabric of his mask moist against her mouth as she licked and sucked at it. While one hand thumbed her clitoris furiously, the other grasped her hip and shifted her upwards, silently encouraging her to move. She tilted her hips experimentally, and moaned when that provided more pressure against her sensitive clit. She wound her arms around his neck, starting to rock back and forth more rapidly, before rising on her knees and slamming herself back down again.
They weren’t even kissing anymore, not really, more or less just exchanging breaths as they gasped into each other’s mouths. And then Kakashi pressed his nail viciously into her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head as she came, clamping down almost violently on his cock as it tried to pull out of her body.
Kakashi groaned heavily, pressing his face between the clothed mounds of her small breasts, and continued to slam into her juicy cunt as she milked the orgasm out of him. She shuddered as she rode her own orgasm, arching her back at a severe angle before slumping against him.
They stilled and breathed in tandem for a few moments, before voices made Kakashi’s head snap up. Before Sakura even knew what had happened, Kakashi had hoisted her off of his limp cock and dropped her under the desk, slamming a hand over her mouth as she yelped in pain. The door opened seconds later.
“Kakashi-sensei?” Ino poked her blonde head through the crack and Sakura inwardly thanked all the god’s she could think of for her obnoxiously loud voice.
“Where’d big-for— I mean, Sakura go?”
“She left a few minutes ago. Finished the test early.” Kakashi’s voice was remarkably composed for a man who had been balls deep in his 13 year old student a few minutes ago.
“Oh.” Ino disappeared with a scowl, slamming the door a bit forcefully in her irritation.
Kakashi and Sakura both let out the breath they’d been holding and Sakura glanced up at her sensei from beneath the desk. He looked down at her and coughed.
“Yes… we might want to go somewhere a bit more private next time.”
Sakura nodded wearily in agreement before what he’d just said caught up with her.
…next time?!
A/N: A little shorter, because teacher/student AND sex with a minor is an odd sort of squick for me to write, but I'm pleased with the results. Hope you liked it, moodymel. If any of you read this and like it, please drop me a review letting me know. I'll no longer be deleting any reviews (it's a bit tiring) so you may add a request with it as well.
As for updates on accepted requests, keep checking back to the Accepted Requests chapter. It will be updated every time I post another story.
Till next time,
Elli