Watching - Kakashi (NSFW)
AN: This is part of a serial I wrote during the last fan standing series. Other segments can be found here
Teaser: He knew when she came to terms with what she wanted, and when she started craving more.
Watching - Kakashi
It had been several days since the very satisfying spanking session in the woods outside of Konoha. Kakashi went back to keeping his distance from Sakura, letting her process things in her own time. But he also kept close watch. He knew when she came to terms with what she wanted, and when she started craving more. He could see it in the sly sideways looks she gave him, and her arch way of standing, trying to subtly get his attention. He still maintained a cool distance. He wanted her to approach him this time.
It didn’t take as long as he was expecting for her to find him and slide into the seat across from him at the booth in the bar he was nursing a bottle of shochu. He wasn’t disappointed. He was starting to feel that itch again himself, and the thought having this young woman with her fiery temper and incredible strength bound beneath him and subject to his whims…he was half hard already.
She didn’t say anything. Just watched, practically quivering in anticipation. He imagined that if he slipped his hand under that tight little scrap of nothing he would find her panties soaking wet.
He flagged down a waitress and ordered a tableful of appetizers and bar food. After she took his order and left, he pulled out his book and started reading. It was almost too dark, the dim light would be a strain to read the fine print. But he wasn’t really reading. He was watching Sakura watch him.
Time ticked by slowly. Neither of them said a word. Kakashi could see her temper building. He knew he was walking a fine line. If she broke their game would be over. He casually dropped his hand to his lap. Sakura’s growing temper vanished and her gaze was riveted towards his hand as if she had a Hyuuga’s eyes and could see him through the table gently rubbing against his straining erection.
“Can I help you, Sakura?” he asked conversationally, nose still buried in his book. Her gaze rose to his face, to study is one visible eye.
“I want-“ she let her words trail off. Her gaze flashed down and then back up. He could hear her breath catch and a flush spread across her cheeks as she thought about what she thought he would do to her. He closed the book and leaned forward to give her his full attention.
“I’m not a mind reader. I can’t know what you want if you don’t ask me.” He could see her temper flare again and she struggled to hold it down. It was a beautiful battle, that inner struggle between defiance and submission. And the longer-the harder-the battle, the more valuable the submission when given.
“I want-like in the woods,” she said, clearly struggling to put what she wanted, needed, into words.
“You want me to spank you?” he asked dryly. “This isn’t exactly the venue, but I’m sure that-“
“No!” She snapped, then paused and flushed again, the rosy hues spreading across her breasts. “I- I mean ‘yes’ I want that, too. Maybe not here, but- I want- I want-“ Once again her eyes drifted downwards as she gathered her thoughts. “I want what you said I wanted. I want you to use me. I want to be tied up and spanked and fucked, and I want to be of use to you. I want to be your hands as you touch yourself. I want to be the thing that you empty yourself into when you come. I want so much I don’t know how to put it in words.” She looked startled at the flood of words that escaped her, and like she might take off running at the slightest provocation.
“I’d say that’s a good start.” He leaned back in the booth, letting his legs spread slightly. “Get under the table.”
“But-,” she glanced around. “H-here, what if someone-“
“You can always leave,” he said dismissively, clear that he would not follow. She frowned at him, her lower lip pushing out into a pout. He made a mental note to address that later. She wasn’t twelve anymore and it wasn’t cute.
He was tempted pick up his book and write off this evening as a wash when she glanced around nervously one more time and, without another word, slid under the table. There was some awkward shuffling as she maneuvered around the table legs and settled between knees. The waitress came and went with his order, not noticing the young woman under the table.
Kakashi picked up his book again. For all the world looking completely absorbed in the pages of Icha Icha. “Undo my pants and take out my cock,” he ordered.
She fumbled a little in the dim light, eventually freeing his cock. The release from the confining clothes was a relief and the cool air a shock. He could feel her breath, hot and moist as she leaned forward.
“Not yet, hands only,” he ordered, tugging sharply on her hair. She whined, but backed off and tentatively stroked the length of his cock with callused fingers. “Fuck, Sakura, haven’t you had a boyfriend before? The shy virgin doesn’t work for you.”
She snarled at him but gripped his cock firmly and gave a hard pull. He bit back the reaction to arch his back and groan loudly from the sensation. Instead he buried his fingers in her hair and fisted her pink locks tightly. She tried to bite his arm, so he gave her another hard yank.
“Do that again, without the attitude,” he ordered. His voice was low and thick with desire. What he really wanted to do was pull her out from under the table and fuck her senseless while she snarled and snapped and fought. But he also didn’t want to get permanently banned from another bar. So he would have to make due with a hand job under the table.
She tamped her temper down with effort, and gave his cock another hard stroke. With terse commands he instructed her in what he liked. Both of her hands were soon stroking him in tandem, one hand occasionally curling under to fondle his sack. She had her body pressed to his leg and was half draped across his lap. He could feel her hard nipple through the intervening cloth.
Kakashi slouched a little lower in his seat with a satisfied groan. One foot slid forward between Sakura’s parted thighs, his shin pressing against her core. Her body jerked once and she gave a startled sound at the unexpected contact. Liking the noise he flexed his leg, rubbing against her until she was grinding against him in wild abandon without any further encouragement on his part.
“You’re a filthy slut aren’t you?” He murmured. She jerked back, only his firm grip on her hair kept her in place. Her face had gone suddenly pale. “Hmm, didn’t like that did you?”
He’d forgotten that she used to have some serious self-esteem issues. He thought she had gotten over it with Tsunade’s training, but maybe she had just gotten better at faking confidence. That was okay. By the time he was through with her she would have no doubt that was absolutely perfect. He tugged at her hair and dragged her forward again.
“Doesn’t matter because I liked it,” he said, roughly shoving his leg back between hers. She moaned and rolled her hips forward rubbing against him. “Good girl. Just like that.”
She gave a low whimper. He could feel the cloth of his pants soaked through. If she kept this up she’d come on his leg before he had the chance to. Not that the though wasn’t unappealing.
“Weren’t your hands supposed to be doing something?” He asked mildly. She blinked up at him for a moment, visibly gathering her thoughts. An embarrassed flush returned to her face and she reached for his cock again resuming her previous task. “Much better.”
It didn’t take long for her to bring him to the brink. He pulled her forward and guided her mouth to his cock. She took him in readily with her tongue curling and flexing deliciously around his shaft. He felt the familiar ache building at the base of his cock, sending small electric shocks up and down his body, a dizzying precursor of what was to come. He jerked his hips forward and thrust hard into her mouth.
“Swallow,” he ordered, before letting go of his tight control. His body tensed and his whole being seemed to narrow his focus down to his throbbing cock spilling his seed in Sakura’s mouth. Pounding in time to his heart.
She was halfway back to her seat by the time he caught his breath. His limp cock was still hanging out of his pants. He hooked her with his foot and pulled her back under the table with a startled yelp.
“Forgetting something?” he asked dryly as peeked up at him from under the table. He pointed. “You got it out, now put it away.”
She fumbled a bit tucking him back inside his clothes. She didn’t quite get it inside the boxers, but she didn’t get anything caught in the zipper either. He eventually let her scramble back to her seat and turned his attention to the food. It had cooled but was not inedible. He neatly broke apart the disposable chopsticks provided and waited for Sakura to pick up her own.
“I don’t see how you expect to eat, considering that you’ve given my both your hands and mouth.” She froze with her chopsticks halfway towards one of the serving dishes. He slowly picked up a piece of sushi, tugged down his mask and took a deliberate bite. His lone, visible eye never leaving hers as he did so.
She looked for a moment like she might protest. Instead she asked, “My I have something to eat, Sensei?”
“Very good.” He smiled at her approvingly. “But no.” She had to learn that he wasn’t always going to give her everything she wanted when she wanted it.
She pouted at him again. Someone had been encouraging some very bad habits. He rapped her wrist sharply with the blunt end of the chopsticks in his hand. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what, Sensei?” she asked sounding genuinely confused and hurt.
He sighed. It would be harder for her to break the habit if it was something she was doing deliberately. “Pout. You are not a child; you will not act like one.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Say, ‘I Beg your pardon, Sensei.’ Do not mumble and speak clearly,” he corrected.
“I beg your pardon, Sensei,” she said.
“Good girl.” She practically glowed at the small praise. He picked up a pink roll of sashimi and held it out to her. She started to reach for it with her chopsticks, but he easily dodged them with a flick of his wrist and pressed the ends of the laden chopsticks to her lips. “Ah-ah, you eat what I give you as I give it to you.”
“Kakashi! That’s unsanitary,” she protested. Adding ‘Sensei’ as a afterthought.
He raised his eyebrows. “After where that mouth just was, eating off of my chopsticks is unsanitary?”
She blushed brightly but couldn’t seem to formulate a rejoinder.
“And, anyways, it’s my mouth now. I can put whatever I want in it.” He smirked at her. Breasts, mouth, hands. At the rate she was going every last bit of her would be promised to him piecemeal.
Sakura hesitated a moment longer, studying the slice of sashimi dubiously through nearly crossed eyes before parting her lips to take the piece of meat into her mouth. His cock twitched slightly. He pulled back, dragging the tips of his chopsticks across her bottom lip. Moments like this, she was the most erotic thing that he had ever seen. He was going to enjoy this game of theirs for a good long while.
This entry was originally posted at http://oniko-inuki.dreamwidth.org/2998.html.
Teaser: He knew when she came to terms with what she wanted, and when she started craving more.
Watching - Kakashi
It had been several days since the very satisfying spanking session in the woods outside of Konoha. Kakashi went back to keeping his distance from Sakura, letting her process things in her own time. But he also kept close watch. He knew when she came to terms with what she wanted, and when she started craving more. He could see it in the sly sideways looks she gave him, and her arch way of standing, trying to subtly get his attention. He still maintained a cool distance. He wanted her to approach him this time.
It didn’t take as long as he was expecting for her to find him and slide into the seat across from him at the booth in the bar he was nursing a bottle of shochu. He wasn’t disappointed. He was starting to feel that itch again himself, and the thought having this young woman with her fiery temper and incredible strength bound beneath him and subject to his whims…he was half hard already.
She didn’t say anything. Just watched, practically quivering in anticipation. He imagined that if he slipped his hand under that tight little scrap of nothing he would find her panties soaking wet.
He flagged down a waitress and ordered a tableful of appetizers and bar food. After she took his order and left, he pulled out his book and started reading. It was almost too dark, the dim light would be a strain to read the fine print. But he wasn’t really reading. He was watching Sakura watch him.
Time ticked by slowly. Neither of them said a word. Kakashi could see her temper building. He knew he was walking a fine line. If she broke their game would be over. He casually dropped his hand to his lap. Sakura’s growing temper vanished and her gaze was riveted towards his hand as if she had a Hyuuga’s eyes and could see him through the table gently rubbing against his straining erection.
“Can I help you, Sakura?” he asked conversationally, nose still buried in his book. Her gaze rose to his face, to study is one visible eye.
“I want-“ she let her words trail off. Her gaze flashed down and then back up. He could hear her breath catch and a flush spread across her cheeks as she thought about what she thought he would do to her. He closed the book and leaned forward to give her his full attention.
“I’m not a mind reader. I can’t know what you want if you don’t ask me.” He could see her temper flare again and she struggled to hold it down. It was a beautiful battle, that inner struggle between defiance and submission. And the longer-the harder-the battle, the more valuable the submission when given.
“I want-like in the woods,” she said, clearly struggling to put what she wanted, needed, into words.
“You want me to spank you?” he asked dryly. “This isn’t exactly the venue, but I’m sure that-“
“No!” She snapped, then paused and flushed again, the rosy hues spreading across her breasts. “I- I mean ‘yes’ I want that, too. Maybe not here, but- I want- I want-“ Once again her eyes drifted downwards as she gathered her thoughts. “I want what you said I wanted. I want you to use me. I want to be tied up and spanked and fucked, and I want to be of use to you. I want to be your hands as you touch yourself. I want to be the thing that you empty yourself into when you come. I want so much I don’t know how to put it in words.” She looked startled at the flood of words that escaped her, and like she might take off running at the slightest provocation.
“I’d say that’s a good start.” He leaned back in the booth, letting his legs spread slightly. “Get under the table.”
“But-,” she glanced around. “H-here, what if someone-“
“You can always leave,” he said dismissively, clear that he would not follow. She frowned at him, her lower lip pushing out into a pout. He made a mental note to address that later. She wasn’t twelve anymore and it wasn’t cute.
He was tempted pick up his book and write off this evening as a wash when she glanced around nervously one more time and, without another word, slid under the table. There was some awkward shuffling as she maneuvered around the table legs and settled between knees. The waitress came and went with his order, not noticing the young woman under the table.
Kakashi picked up his book again. For all the world looking completely absorbed in the pages of Icha Icha. “Undo my pants and take out my cock,” he ordered.
She fumbled a little in the dim light, eventually freeing his cock. The release from the confining clothes was a relief and the cool air a shock. He could feel her breath, hot and moist as she leaned forward.
“Not yet, hands only,” he ordered, tugging sharply on her hair. She whined, but backed off and tentatively stroked the length of his cock with callused fingers. “Fuck, Sakura, haven’t you had a boyfriend before? The shy virgin doesn’t work for you.”
She snarled at him but gripped his cock firmly and gave a hard pull. He bit back the reaction to arch his back and groan loudly from the sensation. Instead he buried his fingers in her hair and fisted her pink locks tightly. She tried to bite his arm, so he gave her another hard yank.
“Do that again, without the attitude,” he ordered. His voice was low and thick with desire. What he really wanted to do was pull her out from under the table and fuck her senseless while she snarled and snapped and fought. But he also didn’t want to get permanently banned from another bar. So he would have to make due with a hand job under the table.
She tamped her temper down with effort, and gave his cock another hard stroke. With terse commands he instructed her in what he liked. Both of her hands were soon stroking him in tandem, one hand occasionally curling under to fondle his sack. She had her body pressed to his leg and was half draped across his lap. He could feel her hard nipple through the intervening cloth.
Kakashi slouched a little lower in his seat with a satisfied groan. One foot slid forward between Sakura’s parted thighs, his shin pressing against her core. Her body jerked once and she gave a startled sound at the unexpected contact. Liking the noise he flexed his leg, rubbing against her until she was grinding against him in wild abandon without any further encouragement on his part.
“You’re a filthy slut aren’t you?” He murmured. She jerked back, only his firm grip on her hair kept her in place. Her face had gone suddenly pale. “Hmm, didn’t like that did you?”
He’d forgotten that she used to have some serious self-esteem issues. He thought she had gotten over it with Tsunade’s training, but maybe she had just gotten better at faking confidence. That was okay. By the time he was through with her she would have no doubt that was absolutely perfect. He tugged at her hair and dragged her forward again.
“Doesn’t matter because I liked it,” he said, roughly shoving his leg back between hers. She moaned and rolled her hips forward rubbing against him. “Good girl. Just like that.”
She gave a low whimper. He could feel the cloth of his pants soaked through. If she kept this up she’d come on his leg before he had the chance to. Not that the though wasn’t unappealing.
“Weren’t your hands supposed to be doing something?” He asked mildly. She blinked up at him for a moment, visibly gathering her thoughts. An embarrassed flush returned to her face and she reached for his cock again resuming her previous task. “Much better.”
It didn’t take long for her to bring him to the brink. He pulled her forward and guided her mouth to his cock. She took him in readily with her tongue curling and flexing deliciously around his shaft. He felt the familiar ache building at the base of his cock, sending small electric shocks up and down his body, a dizzying precursor of what was to come. He jerked his hips forward and thrust hard into her mouth.
“Swallow,” he ordered, before letting go of his tight control. His body tensed and his whole being seemed to narrow his focus down to his throbbing cock spilling his seed in Sakura’s mouth. Pounding in time to his heart.
She was halfway back to her seat by the time he caught his breath. His limp cock was still hanging out of his pants. He hooked her with his foot and pulled her back under the table with a startled yelp.
“Forgetting something?” he asked dryly as peeked up at him from under the table. He pointed. “You got it out, now put it away.”
She fumbled a bit tucking him back inside his clothes. She didn’t quite get it inside the boxers, but she didn’t get anything caught in the zipper either. He eventually let her scramble back to her seat and turned his attention to the food. It had cooled but was not inedible. He neatly broke apart the disposable chopsticks provided and waited for Sakura to pick up her own.
“I don’t see how you expect to eat, considering that you’ve given my both your hands and mouth.” She froze with her chopsticks halfway towards one of the serving dishes. He slowly picked up a piece of sushi, tugged down his mask and took a deliberate bite. His lone, visible eye never leaving hers as he did so.
She looked for a moment like she might protest. Instead she asked, “My I have something to eat, Sensei?”
“Very good.” He smiled at her approvingly. “But no.” She had to learn that he wasn’t always going to give her everything she wanted when she wanted it.
She pouted at him again. Someone had been encouraging some very bad habits. He rapped her wrist sharply with the blunt end of the chopsticks in his hand. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what, Sensei?” she asked sounding genuinely confused and hurt.
He sighed. It would be harder for her to break the habit if it was something she was doing deliberately. “Pout. You are not a child; you will not act like one.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Say, ‘I Beg your pardon, Sensei.’ Do not mumble and speak clearly,” he corrected.
“I beg your pardon, Sensei,” she said.
“Good girl.” She practically glowed at the small praise. He picked up a pink roll of sashimi and held it out to her. She started to reach for it with her chopsticks, but he easily dodged them with a flick of his wrist and pressed the ends of the laden chopsticks to her lips. “Ah-ah, you eat what I give you as I give it to you.”
“Kakashi! That’s unsanitary,” she protested. Adding ‘Sensei’ as a afterthought.
He raised his eyebrows. “After where that mouth just was, eating off of my chopsticks is unsanitary?”
She blushed brightly but couldn’t seem to formulate a rejoinder.
“And, anyways, it’s my mouth now. I can put whatever I want in it.” He smirked at her. Breasts, mouth, hands. At the rate she was going every last bit of her would be promised to him piecemeal.
Sakura hesitated a moment longer, studying the slice of sashimi dubiously through nearly crossed eyes before parting her lips to take the piece of meat into her mouth. His cock twitched slightly. He pulled back, dragging the tips of his chopsticks across her bottom lip. Moments like this, she was the most erotic thing that he had ever seen. He was going to enjoy this game of theirs for a good long while.
This entry was originally posted at http://oniko-inuki.dreamwidth.org/2998.html.