Illicit Actions

It wasn’t right; he knew it as he slammed into her. He’d taught her, raised her, groomed her into the damned fine kunoichi she’d become. She wasn’t to be objectified. She was to be looked after, protected, cherished-

He could feel her nails dig as she grabbed his ass, forcing him deeper into her. He moaned, tangling one hand into her pink tresses as he hoisted her up with the other, impaling her on him. She cried out her pleasure.

He remembered a time when her cries were in terror, years ago when- but he wouldn’t think about that. All that mattered was now, as she clutched his shoulders with her strong, skilled fingers, shouting as he plunged into-

She had been a sweet girl once: unconfident, insecure, oblivious and unfocused, but sweet. Well, maybe not sweet. Shrewd. Intelligent, arrogant and irritating, but such a quick study, she picked up on things so much quicker than-

He groaned, feeling the heat building up. He slowed; he wasn’t ready, not just yet-

She had other ideas. She pulled herself up on him, wrapping her strong legs around him, squeezing -Kami, she was going to kill him – and then it washed over him. Her screams reverberated in his ears.

He could feel them sliding downward until he was slumped on the ground, still in her. Her green eyes stared down at him mischievously; she squeezed his member, resuscitating life back into it.

No, this wasn’t the daydreaming little girl he taught lifetimes ago. This was a woman, no, a temptress, a seductress, a siren. This… was the most aroused he’d ever been in his life.

She straddled him, running her nails down his chest, riding him, slowly. He reached up to grab her; she grabbed his wrists first, pinning them down on either side of his head. He jerked, his ninja reflexes kicking into gear, to no avail; she was stronger, damned perfect chakra control. She smiled wickedly.

She teased, unsheathing him then only partially penetrating, tormenting him. She licked her lips. She was always tormenting him, not paying attention, never focusing on what mattered – until now-

He mustered all his strength, getting out of her grasp, flipping her onto her back and driving into her. She groaned passionately. He captured her lips in his, silencing her. Her nails drew blood as she clung to him, his rhythm increasing.

He wanted to hear her scream. Not the child he knew once upon a time, screaming in terror or churlishness, no, he wanted to hear the woman scream – in complete, unadulterated ecstasy.

She screamed his name as she came, clinging to him for dear life. The beautiful sound of her voice reaching the heavens with his name upon it sent him over the edge. He buried himself in her, as the wave came over him, washing all thought from his mind.

When he came back to reality, she was nearly completely dressed. He quickly got his pants up and adjusted, getting his jounin shirt and vest back on. She watched him, a strange look on her face.

- No, this was inappropriate. He shouldn’t have done it. Things were… complicated - He would end it. This couldn’t happen again. If anyone were to find out-

He pulled his mask up, resolved. He wouldn’t allow the boundary lines to be blurred again. She was no longer his student, but she once was, that was a sacred bond; it should never have been tarnished-

She walked up to him, placing a hand on his chest, reaching another downward to graze the front of his pants. “Sensei,” she purred, “I look forward to – training – with you again.”

She took off. Kakashi stared as she vanished, feeling the ache once more. No… it would definitely happen again, and again, and again…