My sexy little secrets: Sakura style

Here is the latest update to out little collection. Yeah, it's been such a long time, but....well, I have no excuses. I was playing a lot of games online and didn't have the motivation to type. Well, I figured it had been long enough. Hehe! I've decided to go with my own choice for this guy since I hadn't since the first chap. Never fear my readers, I will continue to take in your requests and dish out a juicy story. I hope you enjoy this chap!

Get ready!

Again, I don't make any money from Naruto....I just like typing up freaky, sexy stories because I'm a perv and I like to get reviews.....but mostly because I'm a perv. ;D

In this story a blood line/kekkei genkai IS common, but there are no ninja. This is AU.


Sakura pulled up in a parking space located just across from the front door of her destination. It was a great spot so she felt lucky, but all her happiness slowly seeped away as she watched a herd of old ladies walking into the building. She sighed.

' I must have been really bored to sign up for a ceramic arts class in the middle of summer break.' With yet another sigh she got out the car and headed in the building behind the group of ladies.

Once in the class, Sakura sat in the back with her head held down, but still being able to look around at all the other pottery enthusiasts. There wasn't a single soul in the room, other than herself, who could possibly be under the age of 40. Curse her mother for persuading her to take up this class. Yeah, sure, Sakura loved art in all forms and had been interested in pottery for years, but who in their right mind would want to spend their summer surrounded by old ladies?

' With just my luck the teacher will be some old hippie that's still stuck in the 60's' She mumbled this to herself and just then the door to the class opened and in walked the teacher.

Sakura's mouth literally dropped as she took in the man standing at the front of the class. He was nowhere near the person she'd thought him to be. No, this guy was young, tall and slim with blond hair and dazzling blue eyes. With a black, sleeveless shirt on it was easy to see all the tattoos that completely covered both his arms. The bottom and top of both ears, the left corner of his bottom lip and his right eyebrow were pierced, and his finger nail were painted.....purple?

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as she watched him write his name on the chalk board. Now this was definitely her type of guy. Sexy with that bad boy style, but still educated.

' Hmm....maybe coming to this class wasn't a bad idea after all' Sakura thought to herself with a smile. Yes, she was gonna love spending her summer days staring at the handsome Deidara-sensei.

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" There are as many pottery techniques as there are pottery styles. The best way to learn about the different techniques is to experiment for yourself. There is no substitute for hands-on practice: manipulating coils of clay, throwing on a wheel, etc. Practical experience will build your confidence and hone your pottery skills, resulting in your own variations of the basic techniques. Your unique pottery style will begin to surface. Alright, that's it for class today. Have a great day ladies and I'll see you back here tomorrow." Came Deidara's masculine voice from up front.

It's been a week since Sakura began the pottery classes and after that one week, Sakura realized something about herself that she'd never known before. She had absolutely NO skills in pottery what-so-ever! This little fact was beginning to take effect on her confidence and was making this class no fun at all...well, save for being able to see Deidara five days a week. She sat at her desk fidgeting with the horribly disfigured clay form that was her first creation in class and pouted.

Sakura didn't understand. How could she be so passionate about this wonderful art, yet be so horrible at it? When she was younger she was actually good at it. What happened, she wondered? She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice Deidara coming towards her. She jumped slightly when he knelt down in front of her desk. He laid his arms on the surface of the desk, his chin resting on them as he stared up at her. His silky blond hair fell over his face, concealing only the left eye.

" What seems to be the problem, Haruno? You don't look happy."

" Huh? Oh! Umm....nothing much, really. I'm okay." She said as she began gathering her things.

" Hmm, is that so? Because, to me, it looks like you were unhappy about something. Maybe a certain messed up plant pot that looked more like an upside down tree trunk?"

By the time Deidara finished speaking Sakura was already standing, looking down at him. She sighed and plopped back down in her seat, running her hands through her hair. Diedara smiled up at Sakura and butterflies filled her belly.

" Okay, it's true." She began " I...I'm just a little upset about the way my pot came out. I mean, everyone else did so much better than I did, you know? I thought that this would be an easy class for me, but....I guess I just don't have the talent for pottery."

Deidara looked at Sakura in silence for a moment before standing up.

" Here, let me see your hands" He said with his own hands stretched out. Sakuras' heart skipped a beat. She was so nervous. She lifted her hands then hesitated, but only for a second before placing her hands in his.

Sakura stared at her sensei, wondering just what he was doing. Deidara examined Sakuras' fingers one by one and ran his own slim digits over the palm of her hands slowly and gently before smirking.

" No worries. You definitely have the talent for art."

" Wha- How? How can you say that? After only looking at my hands? You saw my plant pot. You even gave me an F!"

Deidara chuckled and nodded as he released her hands.

" Yeah, it was pretty bad, but I've seen worse. Trust me. You've only been in my class for a week. Give it some time. I promise, you'll get better."

" Tch, yeah right" Sakura rolled her eyes as she said this. Deidara placed his hands over his chest in feigned pain.

" Come on, Haruno. Give me a little credit as a teacher, un. I'll tell you what. Starting tomorrow, you can stay after class and get in a little more practice. No extra charge. What do a say, un?" Sakura smiled

She definitely liked that idea. A lot.

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Just as Deidara said, Sakura did get better over time. Though, her after school practice hadn't gone exactly the way she'd thought. When he said that she could stay after school, he really meant SHE could. Meaning Sakura only. Not once since she'd started staying after school had Deidara stayed with her. He would chat with her as he gathered his things, but soon he would be gone.

However, today Sakura would be working with the pottery wheel and Deidara-sensei offered to stay behind and show her a few techniques to make it easy since she'd been having problems with it in class.

After everyone was gone, Deidara set up the wheel and a chair for Sakura, along with other equipment that would be needed.

" Alright, Haruno, show me exactly what you're having a problem with and I'll help you."

Sakura nodded and sat behind the pottery wheel and began sculpting. Right off, Deidara could see what she was doing wrong. He stood and walked around her to get a better view of her work. Needless to say, Sakura felt nervous being under his gaze. Even if it is just for their teacher/student relationship.

Sakura needed to focus on what she was doing. It was easy to see her nervousness in the way her fingers moved so she needed to stop thinking about the man walking around her. Soon, Sakura was engrossed in what she was doing and had forgotten all about Deidara.

That is, until she heard a stool being pulled up behind her followed by a warmth that seemed to engulf her entire back side. Sakura froze and with the wheel still turning, her sculpture began to flop. Quickly, Deidara reached around her and placed his hands over hers to hold the clay mold in place.

" Relax, Haruno" Came his heavenly voice and Sakura snapped back to reality instantaneously.

Looking down at her hands, Sakura noticed that Deidara was helping her mold the clay. His large hands were so warm and gentle around hers. He was so skillful at what he was doing and Sakura couldn't help but wonder if he was as skillful with everything he used his hands for.

" You're shaking. Whenever you use equipment like this, you have to be calm and relaxed or your emotions will show in the sculpture. Is something the matter, Haruno?"

Of course there was something wrong! Here she was, sitting in an empty room with the hottest man she'd ever known, with his arms wrapped around her and his chest pressed against her back. She could barely focus at all now.

" No, I'm fine, sensei. Just....surprised, is all. I'm okay, though."

What is going on, Sakura wondered? Did Deidara do this sort of thing with all his students? Okay, that would be really weird since all his other students are older women. But, perhaps he likes older women.

Some time passed with silence between the two of them as Deidara guided Sakuras' hands. After a while, they were both in sync. Their movements were fluid and together they sculpted the clay beautifully. Deidara's skills were perfect. His hands almost seemed to work on their own.

That aside, though, something else was invading Sakuras' senses. For Deidara to be such a bad boy/art teacher, he smelled so sweet. His breath was fresh(naturally), but still had a hint of berry from the flavored water he'd been drinking during class. His hair smelled like cinnamon and his body smelled of.....pastries?

Yes! He smelled like some kind of sweet cake with strawberries. Damn, he smelled good enough to eat....and lick...and suck!

Diedara's lower back was beginning to ache from bending forward so to give it a break, he rested his chin on Sakura's shoulder. Sakura studied her sensei from the corner of her eye. He seemed to be completely focused on what they were doing with their hands.

How could he not be bothered by the closeness of their bodies, she wondered? He was so calm while she was having a hard time just keeping her breathing from becoming labored.

It had been almost an hour and Sakura's sculpture was nearly complete.

" Just a few small touches and it'll be done." He mumbled. Sakuras looked over at him then back down at their hands.

To say that she was surprised at what she saw would.....well, yeah, she was just surprised. Diedara had tongues coming out of the palms of his hands.

" Y....your hands....? They-... A-are those.....?"

" Tongues?" He asked " Yeah. It's my kekkei genkai. Everyone in my family has them. Never seen this kind before?"

"......No, no I haven't"

" Don't tell me, you're scared?"

" Tch....no. Lots of my friends have a blood line trait. I've just never seen one like yours." Deidara smiled.

The truth was that Sakura was curious. Her family didn't have a kekkei genkai, but many of her friends did and she knew all about them. But, Deidara had two extra tongues....coming out of his hands! Who wouldn't be intrigued? Plus, he. is. HOT!

" Well, what do you think?"

" Huh?" Sakura was confused. Did he mean, his hands? " I...I-I don't know. I mean, I've never-"
" The sculpture, Haruno. It's finished. What do you think?"

" OH! Oh, yeah. Th-the sculpture. Right. Umm..." She trailed off and looked down at the clay mold.

She could hardly believe it. This looked nothing like the ones she'd done before, by herself.

" OMG! Sensei, it's perfect!" squealed the pink haired girl and without thinking, Sakuras turned around and hugged the teacher.

Diedara chuckled and the feeling of deep vibrations reverberating from his chest was what finally made Sakuras realised just what she was doing. Like she'd just been electrocuted, Sakuras pulled herself away in a flash. She scratched her cheek and smiled sheepishly.

" Sorry, sensei. I wasn't thinking. I-I didn't mean to."

" Sakura, it's okay. Look...." Diedara said then leaned over to grab a clean rag. He brought it up to the girls face." ....you got some of the clay on your face. Hold steel" He then began wiping Sakura's face clean.

Sakuras blushed from the gentle gesture and the way he said her first name then did something else without thinking. She leaned in and captured Deidaras' lips with her own.

Diedara was shocked to silence. He couldn't move or say a word. He could only stare with wide eyes. She'd done it so fast. It was just a chaste, peck on the lips...a long peck...but a peck nonetheless and he could tell that Sakuras meant to give him every second of it.

Suddenly she pulled away.

".....!"

"......"

".....!!"
".....?"

".....I'm...I'm reeeeally sorry, sensei. This was a mistake. Just forget this ever happened, please?" She said this all while standing and gathering her things and walking away from the bewildered man. Diedara still couldn't utter a word as he watched Sakuras walk away.

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" .....So, did you go back yet?"

" ....Mmm.....nooooo. I'm not sure if I want to go back or not, Naruto."

" But it's already been two weeks, Sakura-chan." Said girl gave a long, loud sigh as she rolled over in her bed; phone still in her hand as she talked to her best friend.

" I think I know that already, Naruto. I'm just not ready, yet." This time, it was the blond's turn to sigh.

".......Why?"

" What do you mean 'why' ?!? Naruto, I kissed my sensei in a sneak attack! I'm sure he was gonna kick me out of his class anyway."

" How do you know? Hm? Did he push you away? Did he wipe his mouth in disgust after it was over? I mean, what proof do you have that he was pissed? Hell, he might've liked it, for all you know. .....And you never will if you don't go back and face him." Sakuras rolled her eyes.

" Uuuuugh!!! I hate you, Naruto, for always being right. Can't you be wrong every once in a while?" Naruto chuckled.

" Hehehe....I love you too, Sakura-chan. Well, I gotta go. I'm meeting Hinata-chan at Ichiraku's for our date. Talk to a later."

" Yeah,....bye."

After hanging up the phone, Sakuras sat up in her bed hugging her pillow and thinking about Naruto's words......and that faithful day two weeks ago. What would Diedara think of her? How would he react to her presence after not seeing or hearing from her for two whole weeks? Would he ignore her? Kick her out?

All these questions, and more, filled her mind, confusing her even more. She wanted to see her beloved sensei. With his beautiful smile and brilliant artistic skills. He'd taught her so much in just a short amount of time. He was a great teacher to be such a young man. She'd found out through one of the older women in her class that he was only four years older than she, herself.

' Deidaras-sensei, what would you do if you were in my shoes?' she asked in a whispered voice then buried her head in the soft, pink little pillow.

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It was late in the evening when Sakuras found herself sitting in her car with the door open and one foot out; staring at the entrance to the art center. For a week and a half, Sakuras tossed Naruto's words around in her mind and finally, she'd decided that enough was enough. She needed to talk to Deidara...and she REALLY wanted to see him. Well, that feat was easier said than done, she realized, since it had been almost an hour since she'd arrived and she'd yet to leave her car.

She was so nervous that her hands shook.

Finally, she took a deep breath and exited the car. She stood, looking at the entrance door then....she got back in the car. Again, she stood....and again, she entered the car. This repeated many times until someone called her.

" Haruno.....?" Said girl jumped and looked up. There, walking across the parking lot directly towards her, was none other than her summer art teacher.

" D-Deidara-sensei. Hiiii." She said sheepishly as she stood to greet him.

" I'm surprised to see you here." He said as he came to a stop in front of her.

" Ah.....y-yeah. About that....gomen na."

" You know, it's a little late to join our class today, but you're welcomed to come for tomorrow’s session." Those words caused them both to laugh. " So what brought you here tonight, Haruno?"

Said woman blushed and looked down while scratching her head. Deidara crossed his arms and waited for an answer with a smirk.

" I....I-I...well....see.....I....."

" Whoa, whoa....you came here to see me, didn't you? I knew it, un."

" What?!? N-no way. I...just came...to....l-look at...the......stars.....? Because, you know, f-from here they're......really pretty? W-whatever! The point is, I didn't come to see you." Deidara smiled and nodded.

" Okay, okay. That's cool. Then, enjoy your 'stars'" Said Deidara then he turned to walk away.

" Wait!......don't go. I-I mean....since I'm already here and all, I'd like to say something." Deidara turned around, arms still folded.

" Ah, so I was right after all. You did come here to see me."

" No need to rub it in." She mumbled and Deidara chuckled.

" Look, I was just about to go and grab a bite to eat. Wanna come?"

Needless to say, Sakura agreed.

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All throughout their meal they talked, but Sakura didn't say what she really wanted to say. It wasn't until after they'd left the restaurant that Deidara brought it up, again.

" You look like something's bothering you, Haruno. Oh, yeah! What was it you wanted to say to me?" Sakura stopped in her tracks to their cars and turned to face him.

" Okay, there's two things I want to say before I say it. One: Stop calling me Haruno. You've used my first name before and we're not in class. So, please?"
".....Okay"

" ......And two:.....I can't say it here. I mean, I could, but I don't feel that this is an appropriate place. Too many people, you know?"

" .....Yeah. Um, well,....you want to go back to my place?"

Sakura gave him a very skeptical look. Deidaras patted Sakura on the shoulder. " Trust me, Sakura. I'm not some psycho. I'm not out to lure young, beautiful women to my home just to hurt them. I'm cool. I promise I won't do anything that you'll disagree to. 'Kay?"

"....Mmmm.....okay. I trust you. But if you do anything crazy......" She trailed off and lifted her fist to his face.

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Sakura stood in the large living room bitting her nails as she waited for Deidara to return. He'd gone to clean off some of the dried clay and get into some fresh clothes. His apartment was nice and spacious. Deep royal green walls with plush, white carpet. It was very modern.

Finally, Deidara reappeared from his room.

" What's wrong with you, un? Take a seat." Came his words as he sat down on the black, leather sectional. Slowly, Sakura walked over and sat next to him.

" You have a nice place."

" Thanks" Was all the reply Sakura received. Then, there was silence. To say that the atmosphere was awkward would be an understatement.

Sakura was too caught up in wondering just how she'd start off this conversation with Deidara, while he just sat there wondering if he should say anything at all. Needless to say, things got too quiet for him.

" So, what did you need to talk about, Sakura?"

" Huh? Talk? Oh, yeah! Talk, right. Okay, um, h-how should I start off......-"
" Sakura, look, if this is about that kiss then, don't worry about it. It's cool. What happened, happened. It's not like we can go back and change the past." Sakura held her face in her hands; too embarrassed by the fact that she’d kissed him, still. Finally, she brought her hands down and looked over at him.

" So.....you're not mad? You don't hate me for doing that even though I'm your student and it was a sneak attack?" Deidara couldn't help but chuckle at her obvious innocence.

" Why would I hate you, Sakura? I mean, yeah you are my student, but I'm only an art school instructor. You paid for those classes. It's not the same as the teacher/student relationship you would have in highschool or college. Plus, it's not like I hated the kiss or anything, but you wouldn't know that since you've avoided my class for three and a half weeks." This time it was Sakura's turn to laugh.

" Yeah, I guess you're right. Mmm...how old are you anyway, Deidara-san? I mean, I was told that you weren't that old, but I want to know from you. ......I-if you don't mind me asking, that is."

"First, just call me Deidara and........how old do I look?" He asked with a smile and Sakura smiled back

" I don't know. That's why I asked."

" Okay, okay. I get it. ......I'm 23."

" Cool! So that old lady was right."

" So, you been asking around about me, huh?"

"......I wouldn't go as far as to say that. It was more like...I over heard her conversation." she lied

"......Yeah, right." Once again, they both laughed. Sakura sat back and unconsciously snuggled closer to Deidara whose right arm was stretched out across the back of the couch.

" You.....you really didn't hate the kiss, huh, Deidara?"
" Ah, so you finally caught on to that?......No, I didn't hate it."

" Then what did you think of it?"

" It was......nice, soft."

" How can you say that? The kiss lasted for, what, a good five seconds?"

" Yeah, it ended fast, huh? But still, that's how I remember it. I don't know, maybe I'm wrong. Who knows? But it doesn't hurt to find out if I'm right."

" Yep. Wait! Huh?!?-"

Faster than Sakura's brain could process Deidara's words, she found herself being overwhelmed by the kiss of the man who'd kept her mind prisoner for more than half a month, now.

His kiss was inebriating. Slow, gentle, skilled. Just like the art they both loved so.

Sakura's entire face was beet red when Deidaras pulled away. She wouldn't look up. She couldn't look him in the eyes. Even though he was the one to initiate the kiss, their second kiss, she felt embarrassed. Deidara lifted her chin so that their eyes met. He smirked. To Sakura, his ice-blue eyes seemed to sparkle and she was entranced.

" Come on. I want to show you something." Deidara's words were almost incomprehensible to the transfixed female. She didn't finally blink until she was being pulled up from the couch and lead out of the livingroom.

Her heart began to race as Deidara pulled her through the long, dark hall leading to who knows where. All that she could think was...

' Oh, Kami-sama! Oh, Kami-sama...he's gonna try to do me!!!'

Finally, Deidara came to a stop in front of a closed door and turned to look at her before reaching out to open said door. Sakura was nearly sweating bullets. She was so nervous. Yet, what she saw once the door was opened was not exactly what she'd expected. No, it wasn't his bedroom. There was no bed or dresser, nor was there any signs that he could seep there.
" This is my personal art studio, un. I come here whenever I need to think or just feel like making something. It's been three week since you last came to class so...." He trailed off as he watched Sakura look around. "......How about we pick up where we left off...?" He said as he pointed to a stool for Sakura to sit.

Just in front of the stool sat a pottery wheel not much different from the ones they used at school. Sakura took her seat and just like the last time, Deidara pulled himself up just behind her. She pulled out some clay from a pouch sitting next to the wheel and from there, she began the process.

Deidara watched intensely as Sakura began throwing the clay. Centering it and flooring it, Sakura did perfectly. Just as Deidara had shown her, but she messed up when it came to pulling the clay. That's where her sensei came in. Deidara leaned forward, hugging his body close to hers as he guided her hands. Molding and shaping the clay, they did, but for some reason, Sakura was trembling.

" Don't worry, Sakura, you're doing great. Just do it like I showed you."

" .....No, I'm not worried. That's not the problem."

" Oh? Then why are your fingers trembling?"

" ........This.....you. Somehow, you're the reason why."

" Hm?"

" This touching......you're so close that I can feel every single beat of your heart....and......that last time...." She trailed off.

For a moment, Deidara was silent, but then he smirked.

" Are you afraid that you'll want to steal another kiss?" He could tell that his words had caught Sakura off guard by the way she tensed, but soon she relaxed.

"........Yes...." was her only reply.

Sakura, herself, couldn't believe she'd actually said that, but it was true and it was what she wanted. She could feel Deidara's warm breath tickling her neck, but he said nothing.

Then, suddenly, she felt the soft skin of his lips and the tip of his nose ghost across the shell of her ear only to circle around and trail down her neck. His silky hair brushed across her shoulder as he made his way down. He placed a small, gentle bite just at the junction of her neck and shoulder causing Sakura to let out a silent moan.

Her heart was racing, Deidara noticed, from the pulse in her neck. Was she nervous, scared, excited? Most likely, it was all three. Somehow, this made Deidara happy. He couldn't help but wonder, though, was he moving too fast for her?

However, any doubt he'd had went flying out the window the moment Sakura spoke.

" .....Again..." She mumbled

Deidara, despite is hands being covered in clay, ran them up Sakura's arms and pulled her closer to him to captured her lips once more. Bringing them to their third kiss. This time though, Deidara's kiss wasn't as soft as before. It was still gentle, yes, but somehow different, Sakura could tell. Perhaps a bit more...greedy? No matter, Sakura liked it anyway.

Sakuras' body couldn't take the odd position much longer causing her to turn in her seat to face the blond sensei. Deidara cupped her thighs just before the bend of her knees and pulled her and her seat closer before resting her legs on top of his own. Because of the short, denim mini-skirt she wore and the way her legs were gapped open, it was easy for Deidara to see the canary yellow panties she wore. It was sexy and different.

With every second that passed, Sakura found herself a bit closer to the man. Inch by inch, Deidara pulled her near himself until she could come no closer. With her feet resting on the floor on either side of his seat, Sakura was now straddling the man she admired. Deidara wasted no time in removing Sakura loose, white blouse revealing her yellow and white bra.

The soft colors of the brassiere complimented Sakuras' creamy flesh. Deidara liked that, a lot. In no time, his hands were kneading and caressing the supple mounds. Pinching and fondling the hardened buds that lay beneath the soft fabric. Sakura couldn't help but let out small whimpers of delight between every kiss.

It was hot. Everything, was hot. The room’s temperature, their kiss and their bodies were all so very hot. The two had forgotten all about the sculpture they'd been working on previously which, by now, had flopped completely and fallen to it's side. They couldn't concern themselves with such a small matter at the moment, though.

Deidara, while still kissing Sakura, began to undress. First, he removed his outer shirt, then the skin-tight T-shirt beneath before moving to unbuckle the belt around his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before moving to do the same with Sakuras' skirt. However, she stopped him.

" W-wait, Deidara. .....Not here, okay?" For a moment, Deidara was confused. What was wrong with where they were? Wasn't it hot to have sex in different locations in the house? Well, whatever.

" .....Okay. The bedroom then?" This was more a statement than a question for Deidara as he stood with Sakura still attached and began towards his room.

Once in the room, Deidara walked mid-way to his bed and placed Sakura down on her feet. He kissed her for only a moment longer before breaking away and turning her around. It was only then that Sakura noticed his room. Dark purple walls with black border, black furniture, and purple, (messy)silk sheets on a queen sized bed. Not to mention, a very soft and nicely cushioned, black carpet beneath.

She was so distracted by her surroundings that she hadn't even noticed Deidara unclasp and begin removing her bra. She didn't notice until her nipples were met with a cool breeze. She gasp lightly; feeling the buds grow even harder.

Now, Sakura's top half was completely exposed and Deidara had already begun working on her lower. In the blink of an eyes, Sakuras' skirt was at her feet. All that remained were her yellow panties.

Deidara wrapped his arms around the small girl and led her closer to the bed. Sakura loved the warm feel of naked flesh against hot, naked flesh. It was an indescribably wonderful feeling, but all too soon, it was taken away. Deidara turned her to face him then, gently with his hands on her shoulders, coaxed her to sit at the edge of the bed.

From there, he laid Sakura back and leaned over her to enthrall her with yet another heated kiss. After breaking for air, the two stared at one another. Sakura's eyes were heavily lidded and full of lust, he noticed. That's exactly how he wanted her to be.

Breaking eye contact, Deidara began to explore Sakuras' body. Kissing down her long, slender neck, nipping at her collar bone and running his hot tongue through the valley of her breasts before finally giving in to his own need to taste more of her. Deidara consumed the right bud while using the mouth in his right palm to suckle the other.

Yes, this was a bit strange to Sakura. She'd never had a guy with a kekkei genkai use it on her in such a way. But then again, she'd never met a guy like Deidara before. He was the only guy she knew with mouths in his palms. It was a weird and unexpectedly amazing talent to have. It was like having two men taste her at once. Sakura blushed at the thought.

Soon, though, Deidara abandoned the two globs to continued on his way down. He caressed the flesh of her abdomen softly with his lips, tongue and fingertips; stopping only momentarily to dip his tongue into her navel. He gave Sakura a quick glance before gripping the waistband of her panties.

Sakuras' heart raced as she felt Deidara pull at her last piece of clothing.

" Lift your hips for me, Sakura" Came Deidara’s deep, husky voice from below. Sakura obeyed.

He slid the garment over her thighs and off her legs before placing them on the floor next to him. When he looked back at Sakura, she'd closed her legs tight and propped herself up on her elbows to look down at him. He silently wondered what was wrong with her. Was she nervous? Maybe.

Deidara kissed both her knees before running his hands up and down her thighs. He wanted her to relax, but that seemed easier said than done. Her face was beet red and she looked away, no longer making eye contact with him.

Standing up with his hands stretched out, Deidara turned Sakura's face towards him and leaned forward into a kiss. Her kiss seemed more apprehensive and her lips trembled, at first, but as time passed she loosened up and gave in to his efforts. Once she'd become willing to kiss him again, Deidara began to slowly part her legs. She hesitated a bit, but didn't resist much.

Deidara broke away, still a bit confused by her slightly reluctant actions.

" What's wrong, Sakura?"

" No-nothing. It's fine. Keep going. Please?"

" Are you sure? If you don't want to go any further then.....then I'll stop."

" No! ......I want to." Deidara gave her an unsure and still very confused look before laying her back on the bed.

" Then, I won't hold back" He whispered to her before kneeling down to the floor and cupping her legs, pulling them up and apart.

Resting Sakura’s feet on his shoulders, Deidara gripped her thighs and pulled her bottom over the edge of the bed so that it suspended in the air. This gave Deidara a full view of Sakuras' most intimate part. He liked the small, thin tuft of hair adorning her mound. It was cute.

Her sex was pink, pretty and hairless just the way Deidara liked it. And though it was plain to see that she was aroused, her liquid didn't have that distinct sex smell that most women had. No, it was a very subtle, sweet smell. Almost like an innocent little girl. This fact made Deidara curious. Did she taste as sweet as she smelled? His body jerked with anticipation.

He ran his middle finger up and down her slit gaining a very wonton mewl from Sakura. She was so responsive. Even to the smallest touch. Kissing her inner thigh, Deidara made his way down. She was soft and silky and Deidara wanted more of her.

The moment his tongue glided between her folds, Sakura reacted. Lifting her lower half higher and arching her back while gripping the sheets. Deidara took this as an invitation to do more. After pulling her hips back down, Deidara wrapped his right arm around her left thigh until his hand came back to her sex. He used the fingers of his hand to spread her vaginal lips apart; exposing her soft, pink clitoris.

Slowly, he ran his tongue across the bundle just to sample her.

' Damn...good' He thought

From that moment on, he tasted her non-stop. Letting Sakura's fleshy folds glide across his tongue as he moved, savoring every moment of it. Every stroke of Deidaras' tongue struck pleasure into Sakuras' very core. She felt light headed and short of breath. She felt so good.

Unconsciously, Sakura gripped Deidara's hair pulling it out of it's band. He didn't care. It only proved to him that she was enjoying herself. And he only wanted to increase her pleasure.

Deidara brought his free hand up and used his middle finger to penitrate Sakuras' tight, vaginal opening. She gasped at this new feeling. Inserting and withdrawing, Deidara slid the digit and Sakura began gripping the sheets, again. She was getting so very wet, but Deidaras' goal was to make her cum.

Lapping, swirling, tapping and sucking; these were all the things being done to Sakura's slit, overflowing her with pleasure. Sakura squirmed and murmured Deidara's name as he teased her throbbing sex. Slowly, he slide his fingers from within her and examined the fluids. Thick and white from her desire for him. Yes, she was ready.

Deidara replaced his fingers with his tongue and Sakura gasped when it dipped inside of her. He slowly pulled it back out only to slide it up to her awaiting bundle of nerves once more, causing her eyes to slowly flutter shut. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh continuously and could feel her clit hardened from his ministrations.

Sakura tried bucking her hips again, but Deidara used his hand to hold her in place; continuing to suck and lick at her sex. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better he slid two fingers inside of her.

Her inner walls clutched around his fingers as he pumped them into her at a slow, but steady pace. Sakura gripped at Deidaras' blond hair and pushed his face deeper into her sex while mewling his name in ecstacy. Watching Sakura was more than enticing to Deidara. That very moment would easily become a life long fantasy for him.

The way she was desperately trying to buck her hips and grinding her sex against his tongue was turning Deidara on to no extent, but he wouldn't stop until she came. He pumped his fingers in and out of her warm tight passage faster and faster with the rhythm of his tongue without missing a beat. Sakuras' thighs trembled involuntarily, she panted frantically for air, and she cried out loud for him not to stop, with her eyes shut tight. All the while, Deidara watched.

Finally, just as he thought, Sakuras' impending orgasm bursted forth! Her thighs clamped around his head with her back arched and her fists clenched against the bed causing her knuckles to turn white. Deidara could feel her inner walls contract around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rippled throughout her body.

It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen and it was something he would never forget.....even if she did have her thighs wrapped around his head in a death grip.

Once Sakura relaxed, Deidara slowly pulled his fingers from within her and licked her sex clean of all the salty, sweet fluids poring out. He did the same with small amount lingering on his fingers. For a moment, the room was filled with silence, though, Sakura's body still trembled from the orgasmic aftershock.

Deidara kissed Sakuras' belly; grinning at the way goose bumps appeared and diappeared between each kiss. Meanwhile, Sakura lay in silence with her hands over her face. She was embarrassed at the way her body reacted. No, it wasn't the first time she'd had an orgasm, but never had it happened in the presence of someone else besides herself.

She could feel Deidara as his hot flesh slid up her own until his hands rested on hers. He wrapped his fingers around her hands and pulled them down to reveal her face. As he slid back down to squat in front of the bed, Deidara pulled Sakura forward into an up right position just in front of him. He gave her a light kiss and smiled. At first Sakura just looked at him, but soon, she smiled to.

Deidara pulled the blushing girl into his chest to give her a more heated kiss. It didn't take long for Sakura to be drawn into the passion he was giving. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him all that her lips could offer.

As the kiss deepened, Sakura ran her hands down her lovers' body. The contour of his figure was lean, hard and smooth and Sakura loved the feel of him beneath her fingertips. Deidara still had on his pants, Sakura noticed, as she ran her hands over his masculine hips. But, that was no good. She wanted them off. Something inside of her begged for Deidara to get undressed. Perhaps it was that dull throbbing she felt between her legs? Whatever, all she knew was that he was way too over dressed for her liking.

Sakura's small fingers easily slipped underneath the tight waist band of Deidara's boxer-briefs and slowly she began to lower them. However, since she was sitting up higher than he was, her arms could only reach down so far. Deidara chukled lightly into their kiss as she struggled to undress him.

" Need a hand with that, Sakura? Because it seems like you're having a hard time" Deidara only recieved a roll of Sakuras' green eyes as a reply which only caused him to smile more.

Without another word, Deidara stood up right and finished the job she'd started. Being that his pants were already unzipped they quickly fell to the floor and his undies soon followed.

Sakura examined the impressive lower half of her sensei. His long, curved shaft was thick and smooth and just a shade darker than the rest of his body while the head was large, pink and engorged. Also, Sakura noticed, his right testicle hung just a bit lower than the left one. Somehow, that fit him.

Sakura was getting a good look at his most private part, but not for long. Deidara, had once again, knelt down before her and pulled her body into the throws of yet another tempered kiss.

With her legs gapped open for him, Deidara didn't hesitate to show her his desire by pressing his firm member against her sopping slit. A breathy moan escaped Sakura's lips only prompting the male to do it more.
The shaft of his length pressed deliciously against her sensitive clit while the head lay craddled between their stomachs. The slight pressure on his dick-head, caused by their bodies, was indescribable; inducing clear liquid pre-cum to seep from it's small opening.

Finally, Deidara could hold back no longer. Pulling away from her slightly, he grabbed a condom from with in the bed-side table, slipped it on, gripped his throbbing sex and guided it to its awaited destination. Sakura could feel the smooth, rounded head as Deidara guided himself in search of her entrance. He was hot and Sakura wanted that heat to fill her up.

The moment Deidara slipped past Sakura's outer lips and penetrated her, a pleasured cry filled the room. She wasn't alone, though, Deidara's was more of a grunt. He'd only thrusted into her a few time and already he was caught up in their intimate act. With his face buried deep in the crook of Sakura's neck, Diedara could only close his eyes and try not to moan like a lustful little girl from that wonderfully, tight, hot feeling surrounding him.

" Sakura.....God....so...so tight. .....How?"

Somehow, Deidara managed to get his words out between pants. Sakura, however, seemed to be having more of a difficult time answering. A long while had gone by without a word and, needless to say, they were both too far gone to care, but soon Sakura spoke.

" I...I don't know. It's.......only my second time."

Though Deidara didn't comment on Sakura's words, they replayed in his mind for some time. How often was it to meet a girl her age who'd only had sex once? And judging by just how tight she was, he'd say it had been some time since she'd had sex that one time.

The more he thrust, it seemed, the wetter she became. He could also feel Sakura's vaginal walls contract slightly whenever he entered and relax as he pulled away. It felt damn good and evidently she was enjoying it herself. As Deidara rocked her body, Sakura's hips began to sway back and forth just at the edge of that bed, helping her lover slide deeper inside.

Lowering his head, Deidara took her right nipple into his mouth and suckled gently while swirling the tip of his tongue against the bud causing it to harden again. Sakura, leaning back and using her right arm for support, watched Deidara ravish her breast.

Seeing him latched on to her flesh in such an intimate way made Sakura even hotter. Using her left hand, she began pinching and tweeking her other nipple; moaning as she rubbed and rolled it between her fingers. Their eyes met when Deidara looked up at Sakura. His sultry stare made the heat in her core blaze even higher. With every push inside of her, Sakura could feel herself getting closer and closer to that looming euphoria.

The feeling was all too distinct. Lightheadedness, mind-blowing numbness coupled with that slight outer body experience, all rolled in one and finished off with that sweet release. Yes, her orgasm was just like that. Sakura's body tensed and quivered all in one as her cum spilled out, coating Deidaras' length in its creamy wake.

All the while, Deidara continued to push into her. His constant thrusting only seeming to amplify the intensity of her release. Sakura's inner muscles clenched around Deidaras' length like a vice, causing him to groan in pleasured pain. Seeing her sweat drenched body glisten with every labored breath she took only egged Deidara on. To know that she was totally spent; satisfied from the way he played her body so well. It sparked a hunger in him like no other.

Looking down, Deidara could see the evidence of Sakuras orgasm. Her thick, white cum smeared across the shaft of his cock with every push of his hips. Deidara had to close his eyes tight just to keep from going mad with lust. He could feel himself harden even more as more blood pooled to his groin. He started pounding into Sakura; gripping her hips hard enough until he wondered if it would leave a bruise.

Deidara rammed himself into her small body with as much force as he could muster while at the same time puller her body towards his own to deepen the impact. He moved in quick, shallow thrusts and watched as Sakuras's tits jiggled. Everything about her turned him on. The way her mussed hair brushed slightly against her shoulders, the way she nibbled her bottom lip to hold in her screams of joy, the way her toned stomach flexed when she tensed, the way her pussy gripped him, but still remained slick and hot; hell, he even loved the way she arched her feet.

Combining all these things together brought on an orgasm so tenacious that Deidara almost blacked out. Sakura could feel Deidara's cock twitch deep inside her as his hot cum spilled forth. She was sure she'd even been able to feel his hot seed squirt inside of her had he not been wearing a condom. With the way he gripped the sheet and uttered almost incoherent words into her chest, she could only assume that he'd enjoyed himself just as much as she had.

Sakura smiled then laid back on the bed bringing Deidara with her. He laid unmoved on Sakura for as long as it took for him to regain all his senses. Aside from feeling, for a moment, there was nothing else. Slowly, though, sight, sound, taste, and smell all returned.

Sakura cracked open one heavy-lidded and peeped down at Deidara. She could feel as he grew flaccid and slowly slid out of her. Even then, he didn't move.

" Deidara-se-....Deidara...?" She called his name after a moment of silence. Her voice sounded hoarse and dry to her own ears. Before she could give it much thought, though, Deidara moved.

Finally, he'd built up enough energy to tilt his head up and look at Sakura. She blushed and they both smiled. After another moment or so, Deidara pulled himself up off the floor and flopped down on he bed next to Sakura. Again, they sat in silence, both of them using the time to pull themselves back together.

As time went by, Sakura began to feel uneasy and self-conscious. Not only did she like her sensei, kiss her sensei, but she'd just slept with him. Yeah, he's a different kind of teacher. Hell, he wasn't even really a real teacher and, on top of that, he was only a few years older, but still. How would things be between them now, she wondered? Not knowing what else to do, Sakura covered her breasts with one arm and pushing herself up with the other. Deidara frowned.

" You all right? Bathroom?"

" Ah, yes and no" She said, answering both questions.

" Then what's up? You thirsty?"
" Umm, yeah, but before I asked for some water I was just gonna get dressed first."

" Why? You plan on leaving so soon? I thought we might take a short nap and then try this all over again a couple more times, un." Sakura blushed again.

" Oh, well, I just...I know you're a busy person and all, Sensei, so I don-" Deidara sat up.

" Hey, what's up with the 'sensei' thing all over again? I thought we were past that? Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? Did I say I had something else to do?"

".....W-Well....no, but-"

" Alright, then. Don't worry" He grabbed Sakura's free hand and pulled her back to him. She didn't resist. " Right now, all I'm thinking about is doing you. And tomorrow I'll be thinking about doing only you. And the day after. And the day after. Sakura, I don't know what happened between you and the other guy you slept with, but I'm not him. Unlike some guys, I don't just sleep with every girl who wants to sleep with me and I don't treat girls like play things. I like who I like, unn. And I like a certain cherry blossom." Sakura smiled. She couldn't help it.

She raised the hand that she'd previously used to cover her breasts and placed it on his cheek.

" Promise?" Deidara kissed her softly then looked her in the eyes.

" Promise. Now, about that water. Who's gonna go get it, hmm?"

" Um, you, right?"

" No"

" Not me, I'm tired....and sore."

" Rock, paper, scissors? Loser gets the water."

" 'Kay."

Rock. Paper. Scissors.

" Haha! You have to get the water, Deidara!"

" No way! I said winner gets the water!"

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So, that's the end of Deidara and Sakuras. Yeah, it's like 8:55am and I haven't been asleep all night and I'm tired. I get silly when I'm tired so that's probably why the story ended like that. Plus, that's how it is with me and my husband so... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this. Let me know if you did by reviewing and rating. I'd really like that! Bye!