Title: Treating Your Heaven Like A One-Night Stand
Author:
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Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Stupid shiny pretty hair. (You know who you are.)
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura.
Summary: "The sex was going great right until Sakura scraped half the skin of her elbow off against the wall."
The sex was going great right until Sakura scraped half the skin of her elbow off against the wall.
She jerked back, swore.
That put a slight damperer on her mood.
Not much of one, though, because Kakashi was still naked and under her, shifting his hips against hers.
"You alright?" he asked.
Sakura settled back, twisted her arm back to watch blood seeping through abraded skin.
"Peachy," she said, and took the opportunity to pull off the rest of her medic's uniform, leaving her in just the lime-sherbet colored panties she knew that Kakashi liked.
"Hm," said Kakashi, pulling her back down to kiss him.
And Sakura was right back in her good, off-duty, in-her-boyfriend's-bed mood until she dug her fingers into Kakashi's hair, sliding the thick strands between her fingers, and snagged on his hitai-ate. (Why was he even wearing it? Why hadn't he ditched it back when he was getting rid of his pants?)
It didn't slide off easily, the way hers did, and he must had tied hair into the knot when he was putting it on, or hadn't been conditioning properly, or - anyway, the hitai-ate wouldn't come off, it was being irritating and difficult, so she gave it a good yank and it was Kakashi's turn to swear and look reprovingly at her.
"Sorry- ow!" She'd twisted, hit her left elbow on the wall again, and hissed through her teeth.
Kakashi was still giving her the best puppy dog look she'd even seen, even in her own mirror, as he untied his hitai-ate and tossed it away.
"It's not my fault your bed is too small!" Sakura protested
"Interesting, how I've never had trouble with anyone in it except you," Kakashi had a retrospective look on his face.
And Sakura - she was jealous, okay? She could practically see the women he'd had before her, mature, sleek kunochi who were already naked when they slinked into his bed, with perfect make-up and enough sexual experience to write a textbook.
And he's wasting his time with a tired, horny jounin who's getting beat up by a wall she could break with a fingertip? Inner Sakura noted. Do you know if he's had any blows to the head recently?
So she growled and rolled her hips against his erection (nothing between her sex and his but her rapidly-growing-damper underwear) with more than a hint of temper and when his eyes fluttered closed she gave his colorless bangs a sharp tug.
His mismatched eyes snapped open, his right dark and annoyed, flicks of black swirling among bloody-red in the other.
Sakura had enough time to suck in a breath and then Kakashi's hands were at her waist as he reversed their positions. He tossed her down hard on the mattress and she bounced back into his chest as he loomed over her.
"If you can't play nicely, you'll have to play all alone," he promised thickly.
"Fine!" Sakura snapped, shifting restlessly under him, "I should have just done that in the first place instead of coming here to you and your stupid too-small bed and your stupid wall!"
She slapped it for emphasis. Cracks radiated out from where she'd hit the wall.
Kakashi shook his head at her, "Tch, tch."
"Fine, I'll just go then," Sakura said, embarrassed and aroused. She tried to roll away. Kakashi tangled her legs in his.
"I didn't say you should go," Kakashi said in the leading, I-know-more-than-you tone that he'd always used when she and her team were gennin and had missed something obvious. He was propped in modified push-up position above her, only their legs touching.
"You said-" Sakura replied the conversation and flushed. "I'm not going to- There's no way-"
Kakashi was looking at her exactly the way Ino used to - half daring her to do something, half sure she wouldn't.
She'd always been a sucker for that look.
And she knew exactly how to wipe it off his face.
Frowning, she looked at her elbow again, touched it. Chakra glowed, and then she was wiping blood away, sliding her still gleaming fingers across her collar bone. Her own chakra tickled gently as she dragged her luminous fingertips down her chest, circled a nipple.
Kakashi's hair caught the light, threw shadows across his face, but she could still see the expression on his face: lustful and amused and amazed and too much and she turned her head away, covered her eyes with her free hand. She could feel herself blushing, fever-hot, even as she slipped her fingers into her underwear, slid her nails along her damp slit.
She could feel Kakashi's breath against her face, hear the way his inhales hitched at the scent of her arousal. Even she could smell how turned on she was; she could only image how strong it must be to him.
And it wasn't what she was doing that was so hot, even as she rubbed her clit in just that way that made her squirm, it was the way she could hear Kakashi's heartbeat, hear the rasp of his breathing, feel his legs shifting against hers, his engorged cock against her belly.
She peeked from between her fingers.
Kakashi's mouth was open, tongue caught between his teeth. His eyes looked almost feral, the black tomoe swirling horribly gently in his sharingan. As soon as she met his gaze one hand was gripping her wrist and the other yanking her underwear to the side as he rolled them over.
Sakura's knees hit the floor hard but Kakashi softened most of the fall, and then he was inside her, thrusting just perfectly right and she could care less about her knees.
~~~
"My bed is too small," Kakashi mused.
Sakura rolled her eyes from where she was sprawled on his chest. "I thought it was just me that was the problem." She reached up and gave his hair a playful tug, smoothing the strands through her fingers. His hair was thick, almost coarse, but soft, and Sakura continued to stroke her hand along his scalp just to feel the texture against her palm.
"Oh, it's certainly you." There was a smug undertone to his voice. "And it's not a problem."
Author:
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Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Stupid shiny pretty hair. (You know who you are.)
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura.
Summary: "The sex was going great right until Sakura scraped half the skin of her elbow off against the wall."
The sex was going great right until Sakura scraped half the skin of her elbow off against the wall.
She jerked back, swore.
That put a slight damperer on her mood.
Not much of one, though, because Kakashi was still naked and under her, shifting his hips against hers.
"You alright?" he asked.
Sakura settled back, twisted her arm back to watch blood seeping through abraded skin.
"Peachy," she said, and took the opportunity to pull off the rest of her medic's uniform, leaving her in just the lime-sherbet colored panties she knew that Kakashi liked.
"Hm," said Kakashi, pulling her back down to kiss him.
And Sakura was right back in her good, off-duty, in-her-boyfriend's-bed mood until she dug her fingers into Kakashi's hair, sliding the thick strands between her fingers, and snagged on his hitai-ate. (Why was he even wearing it? Why hadn't he ditched it back when he was getting rid of his pants?)
It didn't slide off easily, the way hers did, and he must had tied hair into the knot when he was putting it on, or hadn't been conditioning properly, or - anyway, the hitai-ate wouldn't come off, it was being irritating and difficult, so she gave it a good yank and it was Kakashi's turn to swear and look reprovingly at her.
"Sorry- ow!" She'd twisted, hit her left elbow on the wall again, and hissed through her teeth.
Kakashi was still giving her the best puppy dog look she'd even seen, even in her own mirror, as he untied his hitai-ate and tossed it away.
"It's not my fault your bed is too small!" Sakura protested
"Interesting, how I've never had trouble with anyone in it except you," Kakashi had a retrospective look on his face.
And Sakura - she was jealous, okay? She could practically see the women he'd had before her, mature, sleek kunochi who were already naked when they slinked into his bed, with perfect make-up and enough sexual experience to write a textbook.
And he's wasting his time with a tired, horny jounin who's getting beat up by a wall she could break with a fingertip? Inner Sakura noted. Do you know if he's had any blows to the head recently?
So she growled and rolled her hips against his erection (nothing between her sex and his but her rapidly-growing-damper underwear) with more than a hint of temper and when his eyes fluttered closed she gave his colorless bangs a sharp tug.
His mismatched eyes snapped open, his right dark and annoyed, flicks of black swirling among bloody-red in the other.
Sakura had enough time to suck in a breath and then Kakashi's hands were at her waist as he reversed their positions. He tossed her down hard on the mattress and she bounced back into his chest as he loomed over her.
"If you can't play nicely, you'll have to play all alone," he promised thickly.
"Fine!" Sakura snapped, shifting restlessly under him, "I should have just done that in the first place instead of coming here to you and your stupid too-small bed and your stupid wall!"
She slapped it for emphasis. Cracks radiated out from where she'd hit the wall.
Kakashi shook his head at her, "Tch, tch."
"Fine, I'll just go then," Sakura said, embarrassed and aroused. She tried to roll away. Kakashi tangled her legs in his.
"I didn't say you should go," Kakashi said in the leading, I-know-more-than-you tone that he'd always used when she and her team were gennin and had missed something obvious. He was propped in modified push-up position above her, only their legs touching.
"You said-" Sakura replied the conversation and flushed. "I'm not going to- There's no way-"
Kakashi was looking at her exactly the way Ino used to - half daring her to do something, half sure she wouldn't.
She'd always been a sucker for that look.
And she knew exactly how to wipe it off his face.
Frowning, she looked at her elbow again, touched it. Chakra glowed, and then she was wiping blood away, sliding her still gleaming fingers across her collar bone. Her own chakra tickled gently as she dragged her luminous fingertips down her chest, circled a nipple.
Kakashi's hair caught the light, threw shadows across his face, but she could still see the expression on his face: lustful and amused and amazed and too much and she turned her head away, covered her eyes with her free hand. She could feel herself blushing, fever-hot, even as she slipped her fingers into her underwear, slid her nails along her damp slit.
She could feel Kakashi's breath against her face, hear the way his inhales hitched at the scent of her arousal. Even she could smell how turned on she was; she could only image how strong it must be to him.
And it wasn't what she was doing that was so hot, even as she rubbed her clit in just that way that made her squirm, it was the way she could hear Kakashi's heartbeat, hear the rasp of his breathing, feel his legs shifting against hers, his engorged cock against her belly.
She peeked from between her fingers.
Kakashi's mouth was open, tongue caught between his teeth. His eyes looked almost feral, the black tomoe swirling horribly gently in his sharingan. As soon as she met his gaze one hand was gripping her wrist and the other yanking her underwear to the side as he rolled them over.
Sakura's knees hit the floor hard but Kakashi softened most of the fall, and then he was inside her, thrusting just perfectly right and she could care less about her knees.
~~~
"My bed is too small," Kakashi mused.
Sakura rolled her eyes from where she was sprawled on his chest. "I thought it was just me that was the problem." She reached up and gave his hair a playful tug, smoothing the strands through her fingers. His hair was thick, almost coarse, but soft, and Sakura continued to stroke her hand along his scalp just to feel the texture against her palm.
"Oh, it's certainly you." There was a smug undertone to his voice. "And it's not a problem."
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Thank you very much! That is actually exactly what I was trying do do.
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And it's not. In fact, it's ridiculous. That Sakura got Kakashi worked up enough to be making ridiculous faces is the sexy part.
That detail blew my mind.
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And then I left it it.
As for reading to much into something - while you CAN hit that wall, I maintain that it's rather hard to do.
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Sakura pressed him against the headboard, hands gently tracing the sleek, hard lines of his body before coming to rest at his hip. Which she gripped. Hard.
Unconsciously, Kakashi's neck loosed, his head (which had its own mind of its own, dammit) moving backwards to collide with the back of his bed, knocking his framed photo of Team Yondaime off the shelf and onto the floor.
Damn. Kakashi looked at the mess of glass splinters and aged photo on the floor. Sensei sure didn't look good down there. He supposed anyone would have looked terrible after watching his student and said student's student make out on a bed like randy teenagers.
Damn.
LOL. small bed indeed.
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And I have much so love for that manga picture, you have no idea.
Nice job!
Trust me, if I could have worked it in, there would have been knocking pictures on the floor in this fic too. ^_^
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and if you want to use the idea of knocking pictures onto the floor, be my guest, add it in =)
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Thank you! I'm glad that you enjoyed this and liked the hair.
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Damn. I am such a sucker for Sakura driving cool-and-composed Kakashi nuts (in the good way) and him setting her straight on her self-esteem issues.
Good job!
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Damn. I am such a sucker for Sakura driving cool-and-composed Kakashi nuts (in the good way) and him setting her straight on her self-esteem issues.
I am too. I seem to write it over and over and I love it every time. ^_^
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I'm neglecting my homework to read your amazingness.
I hope your happy.* :]
*Does it make me a bad person that it'd make my day to know someone picked reading my story over something important, like academia?
I think I like awkward!sexy more than perfect!sexy? I think it's because, when as is done right, it's amazing, whereas ps done correctly can still be just ok.
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*Does it make me a bad person that it'd make my day to know someone picked reading my story over something important, like academia?
Well, considering I'm all gleeful that you picked my fanfic over homework... I'm going to answer no.
And I'm really, really glad that you enjoyed this - sexy awkward!sex was what I was going for.
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It turned out alright in the end, though. I love your work, but enough to procrastinate, not fail an essay.
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in the most platonic of ways because your writing is awesome and inspiring.
love the pairing!!
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I love that icon, by the way.
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(Yay even more historical references!)
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And that's perfectly imperfect, which means HOT. Yum. ;)
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I was wondering if you mind if I add you.
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And of course I don't mind if you add me.
(That icon is totally lickable, by the way.)
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There's a matching Iruka somewhere in the world.
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