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Title: Silk-Tie Kink
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kakashi/Sakura
Author's Note: Prequel to "Schoolgirl Kink" and dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
onerottenpeach .
Summary: "It wasn't the fact that Sakura had been in the bathroom for an hour and a half that made him knock on the door. It was the swearing."
It wasn't the fact that Sakura had been in the bathroom for an hour and a half that made him knock on the door.
It was the swearing he could just barely hear that caused him to tap on the door frame, curiosity getting the better of him.
Sakura yanked the door open the door and Kakashi didn't react. She was in wearing a white dress shirt over a sinfully short patterned skirt. Her legs were bare, nails painted a cheerful red. A tie hung loose around her collar and her face was flushed with annoyance.
"I can't get this stupid thing tied," she said, pouting.
Kakashi absolutely did not want to bite her bottom lip.
He hated this mission. It wasn't that with Konoha in ruins and disturbing rumors being whispered in dark corners about a shadowy figure plotting his village's ruin, a basic espionage mission to one of Rain's larger cities to discover if its prestigious school was laundering money felt superficial. No, what was causing Kakashi to grind his back molars together was the fact that it was him and Sakura.
It was him and Sakura playing at being his daughter.
She'd called him 'Daddy' for exactly one day. Twenty-four hours in which she called in 'Daddy' to prove that to him that she wasn't going to slip up, that he could trust her with his life and then she didn't call him by any title at all. Possibly he should have insisted that she continue for the sake of their cover but Kakashi wasn't a masochist, despite the rumors. Having Sakura call him by a paternal kick-name just drove home the fact that he was fourteen years older than her, that despite the way she'd looked, cracking open the earth around him, long, strong legs in deliciously black fuck-me boots, that despite the way she'd sounded, demanding he come back from the edge of death, she was not for him.
"Do you have any idea how to do this?" Sakura asked, waving the ends of the blue tie around.
Kakashi smiled at her, eyes crinkling, "Of course." He put a hand on her shoulder, turned her to face the mirror again, bent down and reached his arms around her.
Which was a mistake.
His chin was resting on her shoulder, the warmth of her body against his throat. He could smell her; clean laundry and cherry chapstick and Sakura.
His hands automatically wove the tie around her neck into a complex knot, thinking of all the other uses the silk could be put to (his wrists bound to the headboard, Sakura straddling him in that skirt, all bare legs and unbuttoned blouse, the blues and whites she was wearing making the vibrant pink of her hair stand out like blood on a stormy day).
His forearms brushed against her bud-like breasts as he worked, dizzy from the warmth of her body, the blood draining from his head.
It would be so, so easy. Take a firm grip on her tie, pull her neck down just enough to arch her backside into his hips.
He could fuck her against the sink, watch her bright green eyes go hazy with lust, watch as her face contorted with pleasure as she climaxed.
"Wow!" went Sakura, watching in the mirror as he snuggled the knot up to her throat. "Thanks."
Kakashi stepped quickly back as Sakura whirled around, pressed a kiss to the scarf wrapped around his lower face. He could feel the press of her lips against his cheekbone.
"Thanks," she said cheerfully and Kakashi closed the bathroom door in her face.
When he came out, Sakura was bent over, legs straight, pulling white stockings on, smoothing the fabric over her ankles, tugging to make sure her knee socks were as high as they'd go.
If she'd been angled slightly more towards him, he could see the color of her underwear.
It took every inch of self-control Kakashi had not to lean in that direction.
Sakura straightened, smoothed her tie between her breast, down against her belly.
"How do I look?" she asked.
Fuckable hovered on the edge of his lips, burning like brandy.
"Studious," he said consideringly.
Sakura almost looked disappointed.
Kakashi needed a drink.
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kakashi/Sakura
Author's Note: Prequel to "Schoolgirl Kink" and dedicated to
onerottenpeach .Summary: "It wasn't the fact that Sakura had been in the bathroom for an hour and a half that made him knock on the door. It was the swearing."
It wasn't the fact that Sakura had been in the bathroom for an hour and a half that made him knock on the door.
It was the swearing he could just barely hear that caused him to tap on the door frame, curiosity getting the better of him.
Sakura yanked the door open the door and Kakashi didn't react. She was in wearing a white dress shirt over a sinfully short patterned skirt. Her legs were bare, nails painted a cheerful red. A tie hung loose around her collar and her face was flushed with annoyance.
"I can't get this stupid thing tied," she said, pouting.
Kakashi absolutely did not want to bite her bottom lip.
He hated this mission. It wasn't that with Konoha in ruins and disturbing rumors being whispered in dark corners about a shadowy figure plotting his village's ruin, a basic espionage mission to one of Rain's larger cities to discover if its prestigious school was laundering money felt superficial. No, what was causing Kakashi to grind his back molars together was the fact that it was him and Sakura.
It was him and Sakura playing at being his daughter.
She'd called him 'Daddy' for exactly one day. Twenty-four hours in which she called in 'Daddy' to prove that to him that she wasn't going to slip up, that he could trust her with his life and then she didn't call him by any title at all. Possibly he should have insisted that she continue for the sake of their cover but Kakashi wasn't a masochist, despite the rumors. Having Sakura call him by a paternal kick-name just drove home the fact that he was fourteen years older than her, that despite the way she'd looked, cracking open the earth around him, long, strong legs in deliciously black fuck-me boots, that despite the way she'd sounded, demanding he come back from the edge of death, she was not for him.
"Do you have any idea how to do this?" Sakura asked, waving the ends of the blue tie around.
Kakashi smiled at her, eyes crinkling, "Of course." He put a hand on her shoulder, turned her to face the mirror again, bent down and reached his arms around her.
Which was a mistake.
His chin was resting on her shoulder, the warmth of her body against his throat. He could smell her; clean laundry and cherry chapstick and Sakura.
His hands automatically wove the tie around her neck into a complex knot, thinking of all the other uses the silk could be put to (his wrists bound to the headboard, Sakura straddling him in that skirt, all bare legs and unbuttoned blouse, the blues and whites she was wearing making the vibrant pink of her hair stand out like blood on a stormy day).
His forearms brushed against her bud-like breasts as he worked, dizzy from the warmth of her body, the blood draining from his head.
It would be so, so easy. Take a firm grip on her tie, pull her neck down just enough to arch her backside into his hips.
He could fuck her against the sink, watch her bright green eyes go hazy with lust, watch as her face contorted with pleasure as she climaxed.
"Wow!" went Sakura, watching in the mirror as he snuggled the knot up to her throat. "Thanks."
Kakashi stepped quickly back as Sakura whirled around, pressed a kiss to the scarf wrapped around his lower face. He could feel the press of her lips against his cheekbone.
"Thanks," she said cheerfully and Kakashi closed the bathroom door in her face.
When he came out, Sakura was bent over, legs straight, pulling white stockings on, smoothing the fabric over her ankles, tugging to make sure her knee socks were as high as they'd go.
If she'd been angled slightly more towards him, he could see the color of her underwear.
It took every inch of self-control Kakashi had not to lean in that direction.
Sakura straightened, smoothed her tie between her breast, down against her belly.
"How do I look?" she asked.
Fuckable hovered on the edge of his lips, burning like brandy.
"Studious," he said consideringly.
Sakura almost looked disappointed.
Kakashi needed a drink.
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Oh this is wickedly delightful! ♥
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I melted. I am a puddle. And I love you. ♥
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Poor Kakashi!
I especially like the reference that Kakashi. Is. Not. Dead.
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And yes, Kakashi is epically not dead.
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I wonder how long it would take before he cracks under the pressure and the raging hard-on he'd have at that sight. XD
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And he doesn't crack. He just wishes he would. ^_^
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When he came out, Sakura was bent over, legs straight, pulling white stockings on, smoothing the fabric over her ankles, tugging to make sure her knee socks were as high as they'd go.
Fate is conspiring against him.
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And yeah,
the authorfate is totally making him her bitch. ^_^no subject
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"How do I look?" she asked.
Fuckable hovered on the edge of his lips, burning like brandy.
"Studious," he said consideringly.
Sakura almost looked disappointed.
Her disappointment can be understood in so many ways. Also, my favourite part of the story.
Oh Kakashi, why didn't you just let go and have done everything you dream about?
Nice story! :)
You are steadily fulfilling my KakaSaku fantasies. I love it.
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Yep, what Sakura is feeling is... quite up to the reader to decide. It's strictly Kakashi-pov, so it's not beyond the realm of possibility that she'd teasing him. (Not that I think she is, but it's a fun idea to play with).
Also, you keep making fantastic icons and I'll keep writing! ^_^
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"How do I look?" she asked.
"Studious," he said consideringly.
Sakura almost looked disappointed.
What was she hoping he'd say?
Oh, and can I friend you? Pretty please?
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And probably something to the effect of 'pretty' - I don't think Sakura gets told she's attractive, like... ever.
Of course you can friend me!
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Kakashi is just so fun to write. And except for the panties thing, his kinks are similar to mine as well.
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Sorry it took me so long to see this! I'm visiting my boyfriend for our anniversary and I haven't been on the computer much outside of working.
♥♥♥♥♥!!
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Thank you so much! I was kinda wondering what was keeping you for seeing this, but boyfriend is an excellent, excellent reason.
And I'm so thrilled it gave you art-bunnies! On that subject, I was TOTALLY inspired by this other bit of fanart:
Also for one of my OTPs.
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Also, the fact that Kakashi fantasizes about her tying him down, and not the other way around, is made of win.
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Also, the fact that Kakashi fantasizes about her tying him down, and not the other way around, is made of win.
Originally it was Sakura being tied down, but I was like, 'no... that doesn't work... now KAKASHI wanting her to tie him to the bed and ravish him... now THAT'S hot enough for Hatake.'
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And yes, PLEASE let me know about typos/mistakes/etc.
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I love this meaning I need more!
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