In Sickness

“Hayate-sensei…are you okay?” The petite girl asked, brushing her bangs out of her eyes, a hand resting on the jonin’s back. The young man coughed again, his whole frame shuddering violently.

“I’m fine, Kim.” He looked up, his dark grey eyes meeting her worried blue-grey ones. He smiled a bit at her, before coughing again. “Do you know how you cute are? Especially when you worry about me.” He planted a kiss on the young kunoichi’s forehead. As she blushed and looked away, he caught her chin and looked into her eyes for a moment before putting his lips on hers.

After a moment, she pulled back a bit, stammering, “H-Hayate…” Her eyes scanned the room. It was empty

Suddenly, he swept her up with one arm, bringing her close to him. “No one is here but us,” he reassured her, spreading a few gentle kisses on her neck, setting the sensitive skin on fire. As her blush grew deeper and spread down, Hayate felt the warmth of the skin under his lips. He glanced up at her , he pulled her into his lap and whispered, “Only you and me.” His lips lowered once more and touched at the base of her neck, then one hand brushed up and began to bring her shirt over her head.

“H-Hayate!” she gasped as it came over her head to reveal the simple wrapped bonds all kunoichi wore around their breasts. “Hayate, I-”

The jounin turned his eyes to hers and he smiled a bit before kissing her deeply. “It’s okay, he whispered in her ear before his lips returned to hers. Kim’s body began to relax into him as his lips drew away from her trailed down her neck and to her torso. In a sudden surge of dominance, Kim’s hands found the edge of Hayate’s shirt and pulled it over his head. She giggled at the surprised smirk on his face. “You’re not as innocent as you look, are you?” he chuckled.

She shook her head and licked at his throat. “You’d be surprised.”

Hayate groaned as she hit a sensitive spot on his neck and pulled her close. “I suppose I’m lucky for that.” One of his hands found the wrappings on her chest and tugged, then cupped the covered breast, squeezing. He swept her up into his arms and stood, then lowered her gently to the floor, looking down at her.

Kim’s dark hair was splayed about her as she stared up into Hayate’s eyes. The trust that was so apparent in them wavered a bit as he pulled out a kunai from his pouch. He chuckled a bit and hooked the small knife under the bindings around her breasts, then tugged it gently, letting a bit of the long strap rip under the pressure.

“May I, Kim?” As he lowered his head to kiss her, he turned his head away and coughed a bit, then looked back at her. Hayate hesitated a bit before he tried again, planting a gentle kiss on her neck. As he touched on a sensitive spot, he stopped and went back with a grin. Kim whimpered and let out a desperate affirmation.

Hayate back off a bit and started to carefully cut away the bonds. Slowly, the pale skin was revealed and, as he sat, straddled over Kim’s thighs, he felt himself rise. He coughed a little as the last wrap was broken, freeing her beautiful breasts to his hungry eyes.

Hayate glanced at Kim before tossing the kunai aside and dipping to her chest. A hand cupped one soft mound as his mouth found the dusky nipple of the other. Kim’s hands moved from her sides to Hayate’s back as he teased her with his tongue and teeth.

“Hayate,” she whispered as her hips rolled. Her hands slowly trailed down his backs, slowing to make tiny circles, until they reached his pants. Kim pushed a bit, trying to drive them down his legs and off. Her hips never stopped gyrating beneath him.

Knowing her desire for him, Hayate groaned against her breast. Finally, he could stand it no longer and backed away from her to push desperately at his pants. As soon as he was no longer pinning her, Kim sat up and yanked at the pants down. They stuck, though, and Kim growled. She snapped off the kunai pouch at Hayate’s thigh with one swift yank and pulled the pants down quickly, followed by his boxers.

Hayate coughed as he chuckled at her troubles. Soon, though, he found himself being pushed back. “Kim, what-”

She glanced up at him through his lashes. “Didn’t we already decide I wasn’t as innocent as I look?”

It was Kim’s turn to take charge now, and he teeth grazed across Hayate’s chest as she licked and sucked her way across. His shaft was rubbing against her lower stomach as she bent over him. Hayate groaned as Kim stopped on his collarbone to bite and suck roughly. Impatient now, Hayate grabbed at Kim’s pants and pulled them down. They didn’t stop when he reached the place where her kunai pouch should have been. She’d already gotten it off.

Once Kim had finished kicking her pants all the way off, Hayate flipped them once more, laying her on her back again. She smirked up at him and his member twitched , still trapped between them at her stomach.

Kim’s legs wrapped around his hips and she whispered, “Are you just going to look at me, Hayate, or are you going to take me?”

With a gasp and a groan, Hayate moved his hips to position himself at her entrance. “Are you sure, Kim? Are you ready?”

With a deep breath, she nodded. Hayate pressed into her gently until he met the resistance of her seal. With one swift shove, he broke it and Kim gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. He held there for a few moments before pushing farther in. “Are you okay, Kim?”

She struggled to control her breathing. As soon as the pain subsided, there was pure bliss and she wondered for a moment why she had tears in her eyes. What could possibly ruin the pleasure coursing through her? With a deep breath, she nodded.

Hayate pressed further in until he was buried to the hilt. She was tight and he was frankly amazed that all of him fit. He stayed there, sheathed in her warmth for a moment, shifting to get into the best position, then slowly began to draw out.

Kim’s hands grasped at Hayate’s shoulders and she bit her lip. Suddenly, Hayate changed direction and she gasped. He had sped up and charged into her.

“Did I hurt you?”

She growled as he stopped. “No, but I might hurt you if you stop again.”

He chuckled, a deep sound interrupted by a cough, then delved further into her. Slowly, he pulled back again, then thrust hard, like before. As he continued, Kim’s hips started to meet him, bringing him farther in than he thought he ever would have fit in the small girl. Soon enough, both were panting and all gentleness, all control, left them both. Hayate was driving hard into her and Kim was meeting him thrust for thrust.

Kim could feel the orgasm building in her stomach, a warmth that seemed to grow and spread around her. “Hayate!” she cried as she came.

As her walls tightened and spasmed around Hayate’s shaft, he lost himself and closed his eyes to come, hard, inside of her.

Slowly, as they both came down, Hayate pulled himself from her and collapsed at her side, one sweaty arm around her torso. Panting, Kim rolled onto her side and tossed one leg over his hip, holding him close. She kissed his lips gently as they both drifted off to sleep, not caring where they were or who might see.