Gloves;
Summary: Sakura realizes she has an unhealthy fixation with Kakashi's gloves. {inspired & requested from this photo! Caution, may induce craziness.}
// For K--13 aka katzenherrin. She spoiled me with words and I felt uber happy so I decided to give her a gift. Lemons are really not my forté but I tried my hardest to appeal to her. Her smut is the best so um, I don't know why I even bothered to offer a lemon when I can't write it. XD; You think with all the lemony goodness I read, I'd be able to type up a decently written lemon. v_v; Also, I have no sexual experience so, yeah, that's my excuse. I worked on this for like 4 hours, please enjoy? XD Constructive criticism is welcome because I'd like to write lemons well done.
Gloves.
Gloves are worn by every shinobi. The cotton texture could withstand the harshest winters and the scorching heat. The gloves protect the owner from measly scratches one would get if they were clumsy. Some ninjas preferred to have normal gloves, the ones that cover their fingers. Other ninjas chose to get the fingerless gloves. Hatake Kakashi chose the latter.
Why would it matter to Sakura if he chose the fingerless gloves? She liked the original; fingerless made her fingers look fatter than they were. Besides, men have rougher skin so it took more than just a slash of a dully sharp kunai to break through. She didn't know when her unhealthy obsession started, but she didn't care to flip through her life and pinpoint when it started. Just one day, out of the blue, she woke up and started admiring Kakashi's hands.
At first, Sakura hoped that she was drawn to the gloves. So she started her little experiment to prove her hypothesis that she was attracted to the fingerless gloves. She asked her circle of male friends to wear their fingerless gloves and when they did, she felt no desire to jump them and ravish them with sexual favors. They all had tried the gloves while giving her weird stares and raised eyebrows, to her dismay they didn't even look half as sexy and alluring as Kakashi's hands. That was one theory down the drain.
Maybe it was her mind telling her subconsciously that she always wanted those types of gloves? Yep, that must have been it. She bought the fingerless gloves and stared at her hands in her bedroom. She practiced some poses as she tried to spot herself looking sexy. Her fingers didn't fit the concept the gloves promoted. She sighed as she carelessly threw the gloves to the side of the bed. It was another theory that drained her money and sucked into failure.
The last remaining suggestion would be that she was attracted to her former teacher. She choked as she thought of going on a date with him. He would never do that and she wasn't supposed to be thinking things like that! How could she be so attracted to his hands but not himself? Once again, her subconscious was telling her something. Inner Sakura yelled into the depths of her rational owner's mind, telling her that she did indeed, thinks her former teacher is hot and she wanted to strip him of his clothing. Minus the gloves, they could stay on.
Sakura found herself listening to her inner subconscious' words. She supposed he knew of her latest addiction, after all he was it. She decided to play a scenario in her head.
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There he was, sitting in that cramped booth with all his drinking buddies. The smell of beer mixed with sake and a crowd of sweaty people made Sakura cringe. His hands clenched tightly around the glass of alcohol in boredom. He never took a sip for he was far smarter than that. With Genma laughing his ass off at Gai's misinterpreted adventures, Asuma and Kurenai barely paid attention as they were sober as well, he was all alone. He didn't want to be there, she could see it in his eye.
She smirked evilly as she was going to surprise him. She would be the key to help him escape the comfortable presence of his friends. She walked up to the table and faked a stance that had tension written all over her body. "K-Kakashi-sensei? Could I have a moment with you? A private one?" She was wearing her usual clothes; she figured she wouldn't have to alarm Kakashi by wearing an outfit so revealing of her intentions.
"Ah, Sakura-chan. Of course, of course, just give a second to unravel my way out." His eye crinkled and Sakura noticed his mask rode up slightly. He was smiling.
After a few goodbyes and lingering words from drunk Gai and Genma, the both of them stood outside of the pub. She turned to face him and he raised his eyebrow. Sakura tilted her head at his action. "I'm supposed to be walking you home, you can talk to me as we're going. What exactly is troubling you?" He made the first step away from the pub and towards her apartment.
Her bottom lip was being chewed on slowly as she kept to herself. Her apartment wasn't far off and they were already nearing her front door. He spoke again, "Sakura, are you okay?"
His hands were in his pockets. Why was he covering them up now? She closed her eyes and released an exhale. "I'm not okay, Kakashi." He was mildly shocked at the honorific being dropped, but he made no noise to interrupt her. "I have a slight problem and I believe only you can clear it up." She opened her eyes and gazed at his face. His demeanor showed no signs of hesitations.
"How can I assist you in destroying this problem of yours?"
"Sensei, could you hold your hands out in front of you?"
"Er, sure Sakura," his gloved palms retreated from the safe haven and lingered in the air in front of him.
"Close your eyes," the tone of her voice suddenly turned from defenseless to murderous. It was tone of voice that was used by females who were in the mood. His eyes widened slowly as he pieced everything together. His newest addition to his equipment, his brand new top-notch fingerless gloves that were made with indestructible cotton, had garnered Sakura's attention. Oh dear Kami, why did he deserve this?
He definitely did not deserve this from her.
"How come you've never touched me with these gloves?" She whispered innocently as his pair of hands touched her cheeks. Her slender hands dropped to her side as she shuffled a little closer to him. "Touch me."
Consent. Permission. Sakura was twenty years old, grown out completely with perky breasts and legs to kill for. He hadn't thought a single dirty idea of her until now. Was Kami doing this to test him? Or was he supposed to give in? She wasn't exactly wearing anything to be excited about but this was Sakura. She hardly let any man touch her and here she was proclaiming him to touch her. She obviously wanted something from him and what type of man would ignore a damsel in distress her pleas?
His fingers lightly trailed down to her neck, and he leaned his body closer to hers. His face was closing the space between them, his masked lips barely touching hers. "I think we should move this inside."
Sakura's heavily lidded eyes fluttered open at the mere mention of his words. She quickly fumbled for the keys to her door. Once the key was placed, he turned the knob for her. It was all too sudden when she realized his cloth lips were grazing her collarbone. When had she unzipped the collar of her shirt? Fingertips brushed against her hips followed by the texture of those gloves. Her head hit the wall with a thud. A sharp intake of oxygen had her holding her breath.
Her body was sensitive to his touch, responding in ways he knew he liked. One of his hands left from her hip and lowered to her knee. One jerk behind her knee made her wrap her toned legs around his waist. Their bodies were their only reliable source to keep her from falling. The friction between his lips and her skin was destroying him. Only for tonight he would lower his mask, this was Sakura.
He stopped his actions as she stared at him in darkness. Her viridian eyes were glazed with lust and her delectable lips parted. Strands of her pink hair were getting tangled up against the wall and her chest heaving faster. She was a sight to behold and he was the cause of this. He thrusted his lower body to tighten the small gap they held, his fingers itched with desire to resume their activity. His darkened mask was pooled around his neck in a flash.
She gasped as her eyes pieced together his face. The image of a strong jaw line and masculine cheekbones with a pointed but absolutely adorable nose, she lost the grip around his waist. Luckily his hands saved her, firmly planted against her ass. Why were they still in clothes, she wondered. Her arms slithered around his neck and she shoved herself against him. Her lips were brimming with anticipation to kiss him. He backed his way into her bedroom and fell onto her bed. She was on top of him, her knees pressed against the sides of his body.
His pants were suffocating him, why did he put himself on the bottom? Kakashi groaned as he realized his mistake. His groan was heard by her and she licked her lips. Her fingers peeled away the layers of clothing he held. One by one, the vest came off, then the long-sleeved Konoha adorned shirt. He desperately tried to tell her pants, pants, pants but he remained silent. Sakura was taking her time as her petite hands ran over his taunt muscles, the ripples and dips of his fitted body. The side of her lip was being bitten once again.
She unconsciously grinded against him and he growled. She stared at him intently as her lips left butterfly kisses on his body. Her kisses went lower until she stopped at his pants. She slipped a finger under the waistband and pulled it down. Oh, the erection from inside his boxers was noticeable, she was glad he was enjoying this as much as she was. His boxers were slowly being uncovered and the crisp breeze of air awakened him. Goosebumps covered his naked body as she grasped his member.
"Sakura..."
She corrected her position into a more comfortable one, her hands tightened and he wriggled his toes. He breathed evenly; he was going to be fine. Fine as in unexplainable pleasure and bliss as Sakura's hand moved up and down on his shaft. He shut his eyes as he willed himself to control his composure. He wasn't ready to receive to her tongue as she licked his head. His muffled moans, his sweat drenched body and ragged breathing turned her on as she coated him with her saliva. Her teacher was putty in her hands as long as she held him. She stopped as she felt a bundle of her hair gripped harshly by his hands, forcing her to leave her mouth off him.
"Stop..." One word escaped breathlessly from his lips. She smiled as she felt she did her part.
She crawled her way back up to his face and tossed the forehead protector off his head. His unruly silver hair flopped, covering the left side of his face. She ran her fingers through his hair with their foreheads touching. "Your field now," her tongue slid over his lips. He smirked against her tongue and crushed his lips with hers.
He flipped her over with her hands above her head. His uncovered fingers dragged the zipper down until her shirt came undone. Her white bindings concealed her breasts, for a one moment he hated that kunoichis had to wear this. He grabbed a kunai from her pouch and slipped it under the binding. The cool metal against her skin brought a cold sensation to her as a shiver trailed up her spine. The kunai sliced through the cloth binding and he discarded both items along with her shirt. She was topless in front of him; her breasts seemed to be the right size for his hands.
His lone hand started to massage her breast, kneading it nice and slow. Her thighs clammed together as she wriggled her body in sexual frustration. The heat burning up slowly inside of her was creeping towards her limit; her lower regions tingled left and right. His tongue flicked against her pink nipple and she whimpered in response. It was music to his ears, her cry of resistance. He let go of her wrists as his free hand skirted over her warm body. He pushed the exterior of clothing as his mouth latched onto her breast. His jaw moved against her breast and she moaned to the sensation.
She was distracted until the cold air swiped against her bare body. She was fully naked and Kakashi's lips left a distinct pop as he pulled his mouth away from her breast. He gazed at her face, looking at her features. Her eyes were always so feline-like, the extra space on her forehead never bothered him one bit. He felt proud, to have seen her grown from the weak member to one of the most feared women in Konoha village.
His gloved palm glided over her pert nipples to the tiny existent curves of her hips to her prominent hip bones and to his destination, her womanhood. She gasped as she parted her legs to his touch. She felt the cotton material cup against her. She slammed her head against the feathery pillow as she groaned. His finger touched her sex lightly before he intentionally rubbed her. She stifled her cries as he slid his fingers inside her. His thumb was lazily circling her clit as his fingers pumped slowly in and out of her.
She was coming close to her limit as her whimpers escalated into screams. He continued to kiss her; he relished the vibrations of her cries in his mouth. He stopped his conquest as soon as he realized his gloves were still on. The frown was apparent on his face as he stared at Sakura. He shifted his eyes between her face and his hands. The only reaction she gave him was a smirk as her fingers grabbed his hand that was pleasuring her. She licked her lips slowly while grazing her teeth over her bottom lip. She stared hungrily at his hand and to say Kakashi was perplexed was an understatement.
Her lips trapped one finger into her mouth and her tongue swirled over and over his finger. His finger was inside her and she was so close to unleashing her pent-up feelings. He had to stop, didn't he? The gloves were on for a reason. Kakashi's handsome face contorted as he witnessed Sakura's punishment. If she wanted the gloves off, she would have taken them off. She left them on for a reason. The smell of her body stained his gloves.
With the last finger receiving a thorough cleanse, she braced her hands on his shoulders. It was a signal. A signal to start what would be the most amazing treasure she had stumbled to find. His member prodded against her opening as he positioned himself. She was ready and he was ready. They were ready to cross this threshold and forever change their relationship to one another.
Taking it slow and gentle, he slammed into her. She wasn't fazed by the pain, there was hardly any. This wasn't her first time and when she didn't wince, he figured that out. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck clinging to him tightly. It allowed him to penetrate into her further. The speed of his thrusts steadily increased, her grip on him tightened and their breathing became spaced out and uneven. Hearts pounded heavily against the cages of their chest as Sakura elevated into bliss and Kakashi followed shortly after.
She nuzzled into the crook of his arm as they took a moment to calm down. Their sweaty bodies conjoined and their breathing synchronized. She sighed as she gave him a last glance at his face. He was smiling with sweat overrunning his forehead and his silver hair stuck to his face. With her last action, she moved his ridiculously spiky hair away and a smile so heartfelt shined on her lips.
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Sakura blinked in embarrassment as she quickly took off to take a cold shower. If it worked for men, why couldn't work for women too? She had just experienced a mind-blowing daydream that involved having sex with her former teacher and what started it? Those damned gloves of his. How was she ever going to face him now? She would be imprinted with that scenario in her head every time he would be mentioned. Those stupid fingerless gloves were her downfall. No, not just any gloves. They had to be Kakashi's gloves.