Through the Glass
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Naruto › Yuri - Female/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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2,113
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4
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Through the Glass
Title: Through the Glass
Author: Sintari
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yuri, Het, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Through the Glass
Ino performed with the kind of gusto that Kakashi had become accustomed to, through the glass. If he rested all his weight uncomfortably on one arm and tilted his head a little, he could just make out her tongue at Sakura’s entrance. Over the past minutes, he’d watched her bangs grow sweaty and pasted to her forehead, and the visible corner of her lips curl into self-satisfied smiles whenever Sakura’s writhing grew exceptionally intense.
Sakura gripped Ino’s hair when her orgasm rocked her, and Kakashi found himself gripping his cock with equal vehemence. Distracted, he’d rustled some leaves in his perch, but neither woman seemed to notice.
When Sakura had recovered, Ino traded places with her, lying regally on the pillows while Sakura worked her way down her body with her mouth. His Sakura. She was fully naked, nipples hardening, muscles taut. On all fours above Ino, she stretched back on her knees, allowing Kakashi an unimpeded view of her beautiful, flushed body before she bent her head back down to lick the insides of Ino’s thighs. He loved watching Sakura use her mouth, whether it was to eat pussy or suck cock or just talk to him. Sakura positioned Ino’s legs, bending them at the knees so she could achieve a deeper angle with her tongue.
Watching the bobbing of her head, Kakashi felt that revealing tightening in his balls. He came all over his hand to the sight of Sakura’s fingers flexing against the skin of Ino’s inner thighs.
Ino was a screamer, so if Kakashi made any sound with his orgasm it was lost in a commotion that would likely have the upstairs neighbor banging on the floor with her broom.
Moments later, he saw both girls look up and then at each other before dissolving into hysterics. Ino took her clothes from the chair where she had draped them and put them back on. She left Sakura naked in bed, with a prolonged kiss on the lips as a parting gift. He read her lips as she walked out the door, “We need to do this more often, babe. Been too long.”
Kakashi watched from his tree as Ino exited the apartment building and headed down the street with a little extra spring in step. Inside, Sakura, still naked, was disabling the traps on the window. She reached through the window to give him help they both knew he didn’t need, but merely allowed.
“Enjoy your show?” Sakura asked saucily. She ran a sticky finger down his bare forearm.
“I always do.”
He removed his vest and sat down on their bed. She stretched out beside him, the lengths of their bodies touching.
“So since it’s your birthday...” She began tentatively.
He regarded her one-eyed as she ran her hand down his chest, then to his now-soft cock.
“I thought maybe we could try...” she squeezed his a little, obviously hoping for a response.
Grasping her wrist, he gingerly removed her hand.
“Sakura, I don’t think so.”
Yes, he loved her mouth, but he never wanted to see it lie, and he never wanted to see it force a smile. Now she did both for him.
“It’s okay,” she said.
He wanted to reach out and trace the false curve of her lips, but he couldn’t.
Instead, he shifted on the bed to allow a space between their bodies.
END
Author: Sintari
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yuri, Het, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Ino performed with the kind of gusto that Kakashi had become accustomed to, through the glass. If he rested all his weight uncomfortably on one arm and tilted his head a little, he could just make out her tongue at Sakura’s entrance. Over the past minutes, he’d watched her bangs grow sweaty and pasted to her forehead, and the visible corner of her lips curl into self-satisfied smiles whenever Sakura’s writhing grew exceptionally intense.
Sakura gripped Ino’s hair when her orgasm rocked her, and Kakashi found himself gripping his cock with equal vehemence. Distracted, he’d rustled some leaves in his perch, but neither woman seemed to notice.
When Sakura had recovered, Ino traded places with her, lying regally on the pillows while Sakura worked her way down her body with her mouth. His Sakura. She was fully naked, nipples hardening, muscles taut. On all fours above Ino, she stretched back on her knees, allowing Kakashi an unimpeded view of her beautiful, flushed body before she bent her head back down to lick the insides of Ino’s thighs. He loved watching Sakura use her mouth, whether it was to eat pussy or suck cock or just talk to him. Sakura positioned Ino’s legs, bending them at the knees so she could achieve a deeper angle with her tongue.
Watching the bobbing of her head, Kakashi felt that revealing tightening in his balls. He came all over his hand to the sight of Sakura’s fingers flexing against the skin of Ino’s inner thighs.
Ino was a screamer, so if Kakashi made any sound with his orgasm it was lost in a commotion that would likely have the upstairs neighbor banging on the floor with her broom.
Moments later, he saw both girls look up and then at each other before dissolving into hysterics. Ino took her clothes from the chair where she had draped them and put them back on. She left Sakura naked in bed, with a prolonged kiss on the lips as a parting gift. He read her lips as she walked out the door, “We need to do this more often, babe. Been too long.”
Kakashi watched from his tree as Ino exited the apartment building and headed down the street with a little extra spring in step. Inside, Sakura, still naked, was disabling the traps on the window. She reached through the window to give him help they both knew he didn’t need, but merely allowed.
“Enjoy your show?” Sakura asked saucily. She ran a sticky finger down his bare forearm.
“I always do.”
He removed his vest and sat down on their bed. She stretched out beside him, the lengths of their bodies touching.
“So since it’s your birthday...” She began tentatively.
He regarded her one-eyed as she ran her hand down his chest, then to his now-soft cock.
“I thought maybe we could try...” she squeezed his a little, obviously hoping for a response.
Grasping her wrist, he gingerly removed her hand.
“Sakura, I don’t think so.”
Yes, he loved her mouth, but he never wanted to see it lie, and he never wanted to see it force a smile. Now she did both for him.
“It’s okay,” she said.
He wanted to reach out and trace the false curve of her lips, but he couldn’t.
Instead, he shifted on the bed to allow a space between their bodies.
END