Game, Set and Match

This isn’t very polished, my mind wandered to this while I was trying to work on my ongoing FMA fic and later on a KakaSaku fic that I didn’t want a lemon in. It didn’t work, I ended up putting a lemon in it. Oh, well, I tried to write something without smut but it didn’t work. Maybe I’ll try again someday (yeah, right. I should just give up)

If you haven’t guessed, I don’t write much of anything besides smut, therefore this will be a really bad, mostly nonexistent fight scene. Besides, it’s only a means to an end (aka sex).

Warning: On the kinky side. And I picture Sakura being in her early 20’s (loli bothers me)

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“Well?” Sakura looked up from the medical journal lying open on her lap to see her favorite silver-haired shinobi finally standing before her.

“I had to stop to…”

She held up her hand. “Wait. Stop. Nope. Don’t even bother,” she said as he trailed off. She’d heard most of his excuses and really didn’t care to hear any of them all over again. She already knew he would be late. He always was and always would be. This was why she started bringing reading material. Once she had tried to come late herself, but he only came even later. It was obvious he wanted people to be waiting for him. But he was getting better. Slowly. The best improvement was on days with ‘incentives.’

“I reserved training ground 16 for us at 2 pm. So, that gives us a whole 15 minutes to get there.” She smiled up at him, her pink hair radiant in the bright sunlight.

“Oh, well, if I’m early, I can always come back in half an hour…”

“Don’t you dare!” Her warning tone was sharp as she stood up. “Or have you forgotten what today is?”

His single visible eye gleamed full with mischief when he remembered. “Hmmm… I suppose we should hurry then…” he said with a thoughtful scratching of his chin.

“Race ya,” She smiled, grabbing her pack.

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Flack jackets, hitai-ate and Sakura’s bag set against a nearby tree, they stood a dozen feet apart and watched each other for a moment. Then, with the nod of their heads, the sparing match began. Both figures flickered momentarily before disappearing completely.

Sakura stood on a tree branch, waiting for Kakashi’s move. Habit told her he would attack from behind in… 3. 2. 1.

Now!

A substitution jutsu left Kakashi kicking a log.

They fought for several minutes before someone landed the first true blow.

“Gottcha!” Sakura cried from a nearby tree branch, pleased at the new rent running the length of his shirt, splitting it from his neck to his waist. She was even more pleased at the well muscled chest revealed by the cut; there wasn’t even a scratch from her blade.

“Nice blow,” he commented, cutting away the ripped portion of his shirt. A slice with his kunai separated his soon-to-be-discarded shirt from the mask, leaving his face and neck still covered. “Ready to continue?”

Sakura nodded; she didn’t need to see his face to know he was smirking.

In less than a minute she found herself pinned to the ground, Kakashi straddling her waist and holding her hands above her with one of his. His other hand held a kunai at her throat.

“Point,” she conceded. “It’s your choice.”

The blade of the kunai turned ninety degrees and sliced down the front of her shirt.

“Hey! Stop!” she wriggled under him. “One item at a time! The bindings stay on until your next point.”

“Ah, it was worth a try.” He smirked again, releasing her hands. “Ready?”

“Hmm… not yet.” She squirmed a bit more, rubbing her stomach against his crotch.

“Sakura,” he warned with a soft groan.

“You cheat, I cheat,” she said with a bright smile, enjoying the growing bulge pressing into her belly. “This should give you a little handicap, sensei.”

Oh, god, he liked the way she said that, so dirty and… perverted. If anyone had told him 10 years ago the young kunoichi he would be training could be as perverted as he was, he would have never believed them. Actually, he probably would have laughed in their face. Just thinking about it definitely wasn’t helping his growing handicap.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone from sight. Sakura sighed and removed her cut shirt, leaving her upper body covered only by her breast bindings. The third blow wins, so one down, two to go.

Within the next few minutes Kakashi lost his mask and she lost her skirt. Before she knew it, he had her pinned face-first against a tree, her arms held tightly behind her.

“I do believe I won…” his voice was low and soft, whispered in her ear with a hot breath, sending a shiver down her spine. His body was pressed into hers, holding her against the tree and preventing her from moving. She could feel his growing erection pressed into her back and it was unbelievably arousing.

“So claim your prize.” She said in a whisper. “You can have whatever you want.”

“I think you know exactly what I want.” The blade of his kunai slipped down her back, slicing thru her breast bindings and freeing her chest. He pulled her back a little way, just enough to let the strips of cloth fall to the ground before pressing her back against the rough tree bark. The abrasive surface of the tree scraped her bare breasts, drawing a whimpering cry from her throat.

That cry pleased him greatly; there was something about the sounds she made that aroused him even more. He spun her around quickly to face him, pushing her shoulders back against the tree. She couldn’t take her eyes off his bare face and the smirk spread across it. She’d seen him without his mask a number of times before, but it still fascinated her.

“I can really have anything?” His voice was deep and low. He still couldn’t believe how this beautiful and sexy woman could love him, no matter how many times she told him. And now he’d just won the right do whatever he wanted with her. Considering his options, he lowered his mouth to suck on a rosy nipple, rolling it gently between his teeth.

“Anything,” She replied with a breathy gasp, her head resting back against the tree. He released her nipple after a quick bite and the next second, he had her down on her knees with his hand unfastening his pants. Anticipating what he wanted, she obediently opened her mouth, waiting for his cock. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she closed her mouth around him, enjoying the odd combination of velvet soft skin over his rock hard length on her lips. His familiar taste and smell making her even wetter.

His shaky sigh brought a small smile to her face. He broke eye contact as his head tipped back with a groan. He looked absolutely delicious, silver hair standing on end, bare chest strongly muscled. Her hand rose up to stroke his stomach, scraping her fingernails down his taught skin and over the wiry patch of silver hair to grip the base of his cock tightly, drawing a strangled cry from him and leaving bright red trails across his skin. Her tongue gently massaged the large vein on the underside of his cock, teasing him with her mouth. Releasing him, she moved down to suck at his balls, kissing and nipping at his tender skin.

“Sakura,” he groaned her name, his hands buried in her hair, playing with the soft strands. Dear god, she felt so good, her hot sweet mouth sucking at his sensitive skin and her warm breaths tickling the fine hair on his body. How could one woman make him feel this good? She was better than any Icha Icha fantasy he’d had.

With one last nip of her teeth she returned to lick the bead of precome from his tip, her tongue swirling around him, sucking gently. His strong taste filled her mouth, the familiarity of him somewhat pleasing. She was even more pleased at the sounds coming from his throat.

“Suck harder,” he commanded, his hands buried in her hair, holding her in place and his hips thrusting roughly into her mouth. She complied, happily pulling him deeper until he bumped the back of her throat, drawing a whimper from her. From her medical experience, she knew he was a bit larger than the average man and it was a bit of a challenge to take all of him, but she was getting better.

“Deeper,” He ordered. “Suck me deeper.” Thrusting harder, he pulled her head closer to his body, forcing her to take his entire length into her mouth. With a deep breath, she relaxed her throat muscles, taking everything he thrust into her. One hand reached around to squeeze his tight ass while the other slipped down to fondle his balls, playing with the tightening skin.

“Sakura,” he groaned. “That’s enough, stand up now.” Gripping her upper arm, he struggled to pull her to her feet, but she refused to release him from her mouth. “Stand up Sakura. I’m going to come and I don’t want to do it in your mouth. I want to come in your pussy.” His tone was stressed, annoyed at her not obeying his commands. But she didn’t stop, in fact, she started sucking him even harder!

“Sakura!” he cried, trying to hold himself back. His grip tightened around her arm as he gave another jerk trying to get her to stand. Warning him by scraping him lightly with her teeth, he groaned and released her arm, giving up on forcing her to stop. With another strong suck and a tight squeeze of his balls, he lost it. His head fell back and he let out a ragged growl as he came, his muscles convulsing and his hips automatically pumping into her mouth. She greedily took every drop of the hot liquid that spurted onto her tongue, swallowing quickly and cleaning him up afterwards with gentle laps.

With a smile, she stood to face him again.

“Sakura, I told you I didn’t want to come in your mouth.” Her smile disappeared upon seeing the frown on his face.

“Didn’t it feel good?” she asked in surprise.

“It felt very good, but I told you I wanted to fuck your pussy.” His voice was stern. “You’ve been a bad little girl.”

Her heart started racing. They’d played this storyline before, or at least the sucking him off and swallowing his come part, but now, he was supposed to fuck her senseless, not get angry with her. And his voice was harsher than she’d ever heard it.

“I’m sorry, Kakashi-sensei. I – I – I didn’t mean upset you.”

“But you didn’t obey me, so now you’ll have to deal with the consequences.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, not quite sure what he had planned. In the blink of an eye, he was sitting down on a nearby rock and she was bent across his knees, ass in the air.

“Kakashi-sensei!” she cried out in a panicked surprise, an inkling of what was coming running through her mind.

“Sakura… how many times have I told you not to call me that?” His hand was rubbing over her clothed bottom, stroking her through the cloth. She couldn’t help moaning at the pleasurable feeling. Turning her head, she looked into his face only to see the lust and raw desire in his eyes. Oh, dear god, he looked so good, his mismatched eyes flashing with anger, his face and chest bare. Turning her head back to toward the ground, she moaned and wriggled in his lap.

“Stop that.” he said harshly with an open-handed slap on her covered ass, enjoying the squeal she let out. She hadn’t obeyed when he told her to stop sucking him or when he tried to pull her to her feet. He’d wanted to fuck her so bad, he wanted to fuck her sweet pussy with every part of his being and she’d taken that away. Not that he didn’t enjoy coming in her mouth, on the contrary, he’d loved it, the way she’d sucked every drop of his come from his cock and willingly cleaning him up with her quick little tongue. It was the fact that, as the loser in their sparing match, she was to be acting out his fantasy yet she hadn’t done what he wanted. So now, he was forced to change fantasies.

He stroked her ass again, soothing the slightly irritated flesh. Removing her shoes and pulling her shorts down her struggling legs, he admired the faint pink mark his hand had left. She squirmed again, rubbing her body against his legs, teasing his cock.

“Kakashi!” she struggled lightly, embarrassed and ashamed at how good the spanking had felt. “Stop it, please!”

“No, no, no. You’ve been a bad little girl so take your punishment like a good kunoichi should.” The hand caressing her ass pulled back and gave her a sharp smack, her soft skin turning a bright red. Even though she was mostly muscle, her ass jiggled slightly. He absolutely loved it, the shriek she let out and the way she continued to struggle. “Sakura,” he moaned as her stomach brushed his slowly hardening cock.

His hand moved down between her legs to slip between her silky folds, grinning as he felt the moisture gathering there. Her struggles stopped, her moans even louder with the movement of his fingers.

“You’re very wet, Sakura. Are you enjoying this or was it just from sucking my cock? I suppose it doesn’t matter, but I think you are enjoying this quite a bit for something that should be a punishment.” She whimpered softly, the sound of her sending a jolt of arousal to his crotch. Removing his hand he sucked loudly on his fingers, only for her to start struggling again. He dipped his hand back down to collect some of her juice before shoving his fingers into her mouth.

“Lick them, Sakura. Taste yourself. Since you’re so good at sucking things…”

She obediently sucked, tongue lapping every trace of her slightly salty liquid from his fingers. He withdrew his them, only for her to speak to him.

“More, touch me more,” she begged. “I want to feel you inside me…”

“Not yet.” His voice was harsh. “Not until I’ve finished with your punishment.” He removed his fingers, loving the long low groan coming from her throat. His hand raised and lowered again on her reddened flesh, turning her groan into a scream. Another red handprint showed on her delicate flesh. Lowering his head, he placed a wet kiss on the handprint, his tongue soothing the heated skin. Pulling back, he spanked the tender skin again, the sound of flesh smacking flesh making him harder.

She wiggled more on his lap, feeling his now straining cock pressing into her stomach. Surprisingly, she found she was enjoying this, much more than she ever thought she would. Something about it turned her on, enough that she was now dripping down her legs. Maybe it was the pain, although it had never turned her on before.

Or had it? Just earlier today she had enjoyed being pushed into the tree, the bark rough against her bare face and chest. She did enjoy rough sex sometimes. And at this moment, all of her screams and protests had become for show, all just another reason to rub herself against his hardening cock.

The next spank brought her thoughts back to the present. Her ass was stinging and each smack was followed with a soothing rub of his hand, cooling against her warm skin.

“You’re doing good, Sakura. One more…”

She almost hoped he wouldn’t stop… that was until his hand slipped back between her legs.

“Hmmm… you are so very wet. It really was from being spanked, wasn’t it?” She could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Please…” she pleaded with a wiggle of her hips. “Just fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

“Since you begged so nicely...”

She now found herself spread face down on the rock he’d previously been sitting on, her ass stuck up in the air.

“Do you have any idea how good your ass looks? All red and sore like this,” he said as he ran a cool hand over her irritated skin, enjoying the small whimper his actions drew from her. Her body pushed back into his hand with his every touch. She jumped slightly at the feeling of his lips and tongue pressing kisses along her lightly swollen cheeks.

“Please just fuck me!” she begged. “I need to feel you inside me Kakashi! Please!” Her words turned to a scream as he sunk his teeth into her tender flesh. Oh, god, he was biting her ass! The sharp spike of pain was overpowered by an even sharper spike of arousal shooting directly to her clit, her back and hips bucking in surprise. The flat of his tongue quickly soothed the bite mark he’d left.

“Mmmm. Looks nice, but I don’t want to leave you uneven…” She jumped as his teeth closed on her other cheek, letting out another shriek. “There… that looks much better.” His hand dipped between her legs, pleased at how swollen her moist, silky tissues had become, all in anticipation of his cock. “Feels like you are ready for me. Are you ready, Sakura?”

“Yes…”

“Are you sure?”

“For god’s sake, Kakashi, just fuck me already!” Her temper snapped and her head whipped around to glare at him.

“So that was a yes?”

Damn him! She could hear the bastard smirk and responded to his comment with a loud angry growl. The growl turned to a whimper as he rubbed his cock over her clit before forcing himself into her. Not even allowing her to adjust to his size, he rocked back, pulling completely out before thrusting harshly back into her. She let out a cry that echoed among the trees, his body pressed to the highly sensitized skin of her ass burned with an arousing type of pain.

“Oh dear god,” she cried as he thrust into her. “Harder, please fuck me harder!”

He gladly complied as he bent over her back, kissing the base of her neck. One of his hands worked its way between her and the rock face to squeeze a breast while the other held her low on her belly, pulling her hips back to meet his.

“God you are so sexy,” he said sucking on her skin, enjoying her salty taste and knowing he would leave a hickey. Her hair was long enough to cover it so she would either have to leave her hair down for a few days or heal herself, and he knew she hated healing herself for such trivial things. He continued thrusting into her, forcing her roughly against the uneven rock face.

And then he stopped. She bit back a needy moan.

“No! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! I need to come,” she begged, turning her head to look back at him. The smirk spread across his handsome face sent a shiver down her spine. “Kakashi? What are you doing?” she asked, suspicious of the look in his eyes.

His hand reached down between her legs to gather some of her moisture and brought it up between the cheeks of her ass, slowly wetting her tight hole.

“Kakashi?! What are you doing?” she squirmed, struggling against him. There was a hint of panic in her voice. “Kakashi? Oh, no! Please don’t!”

Her question was answered when his hand dipped down for more lubrication before harshly shoving a single finger into the tightly puckered hole. Her question turned into a whimper at the unwanted intrusion, her head thrown back and her body writhing.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, enjoying how her muscles clenched tightly around his finger. He pulled out slightly just to plunge back with even more force. “Just relax your muscles and it’ll feel better.” His other hand stroked her low back and hips, avoiding her still sore butt cheeks, trying to soothe her from this new intrusion. Her muscles clenched at his finger, her hips rocking back and forth searching for the most comfortable position and drawing his eyes.

She really did have a sweet ass, years of training made her entire body hard and well muscled. Except for her ass. Rounded just enough to give her a beautiful figure, the smooth pale skin had tempted him for so long. And this time he was determined to fuck her ass with his cock as well, as soon as he had stretched her enough with his fingers. He could tell she was starting to enjoy it, her body starting to push back onto his hand, her screams turning to tiny cries of pleasure.

“That’s it, just relax a little more…” he said as he added another finger.

Her body bucking against the invasion, a loud hiss coming from her lips. His other hand reached down to softly stroke her clit and gather more of her moisture, drawing another whimper from her. Kakashi leaned over her to kiss her neck, his lips hot against her cool skin. He kissed his way up to her ear.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he whispered softly, his hand brushed against her clit again. “Answer me… you’re enjoying this. Don’t deny it; you’re even wetter than before.”

She nodded her head, her eyes squeezed shut and teeth biting her lip to keep from crying out.

“Say it, Sakura…” He drawled with another pass of his hand against the small bundle of nerves

“I like this… Oh… it feels so good… More… I need more…” she pleaded.

“Are you sure you’re ready for more?” he asked, his fingers separating into a V-shape, poking and prodding her more.

“Ahhh! Yes, give me more…” she turned her head to face him, staring at him with passion-glazed eyes. He held her gaze a moment before placing his lips against hers, her jaw opening for his tongue to sweep through her mouth and gently stroke hers.

Pulling back he gave her a smile before returning to his stance behind her. Sweeping through her folds, he rubbed some of her juice over his cock before removing his fingers and placing the head of his cock at her hole. Gently, his cock replaced his fingers, slowly pushing the head into her.

“God, you are so tight. Calm down, Sakura, relax your muscles. You can take me, I know you can.” He felt her relax a bit and he could force more of himself in. Gathering more of her juices, he added more on his cock, slowly working further into her.

“So big… you’re stretching me so much…” she moaned, her head thrown back and her spine arched, pushing her hips farther back on him. She wriggled slightly, trying to accommodate him in her body and he groaned with her movement. She could feel every detail of him, every vein, every ridge, everything as he pushed further onto her. It hurt, but felt incredible at the same time. And then he was all in, unmoving until her muscles stopped clenching on his cock.

Pulling back, he pumped back into her, earning a loud hiss from her. His hand reached down to brush her clit again, feeling her muscles tense around him as he forced himself into her. Shamelessly, she thrust herself back on his cock, her soft cries begging him to push into her even harder. Every thrust into her hot, tight body bringing him closer to release. When he was close, seconds away from falling apart, he brushed her clit with his fingers, gently rubbing the tender skin.

“Kakashi! Ah… more… please…” Having picked up their rhythm quickly, she had her hip movements timed exactly to his.

Slipping between her legs again, he used two fingers and tightly pinched her clit. Throwing her head back, her body bucked against him, jerking and spasming as she came, her muscles clamping down around his cock. Her scream was drowned out by his harsh cry. She was squeezing him so tightly it hurt, her body relentlessly gripping him, preventing him from making any movement, except for him to come. Her muscles rippled, milking him of all his fluid, the odd sensation causing her to groan and wriggle under him. With one last cry, he fell forward, collapsing onto her back and gasping for breath.

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“You threw that fight, didn’t you?” They were crouched by the stream, washing the sweat from their bodies and changing into the clothing from Sakura’s bag. She had healed their worst cuts from their sparring match and was now washing the blood from newly healed skin.

On her knees on the rocky bank of the stream, she looked up at him, her eyes opened innocently wide and words spoken in a tone of voice that incredibly imitated how she sounded at 12, she said “I would never do that, Kakashi-sensei.”

“Really…” he said unbelievingly.

“Well… I guess I could have tried a bit harder.”

Reaching down to wrap an arm around her waist, he pulled her up and spun her around, her squeal making him smile. “Next time, you fight all out.”

“Fine, but I don’t want you throwing a fight either.”

“If you win, what do you think you’ll want?”

She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “You know Naruto has become quite handsome in the past few years? He has quite the chest and a really nice ass…”

“Hmmm,” Kakashi said, a small smile on his still unmasked face. “You’ll have to fight Hinata for him…”

“Perhaps we can offer her a little incentive…” She smiled at him with a gleam in her eye and squeezed his ass. “You know, fair trade and all.”

“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded and leaned down for a kiss. “But you have to win first.”

“And then you have to do whatever I want.”

“Yep, what ever you want.”

She smiled at his words. There was no way she was going to lose next time.