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Bonding	By : gypsybaby21 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Kakashi/Sakura Views: 8860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Not only is there a small time skip of two months towards the end of the chapter, but this also happens to be lemony.
Also, I've done something to my wrist, I'm not sure what, but it's giving me problems when I type. I'd assumed I had sprained it, which may not be the case anymore.
Chapter Six:
"Sakura, you have got to be quiet. You'll get me kicked out," Kakashi mumbled against her bare thigh.
He was crouched at the foot of his bed, with her thighs hanging over the edge, and his head in between them. It had been extremely uncomfortable at first and Sakura had asked him not to do it, but now after the mind blowing, screaming orgasm she was trembling off, it would be something she would request again, if the 'lessons' continued.
She tried to tell him it was impossible, but all she could manage were body jolts and gasps as her hips continued to thrust up towards his dampened chin. He placed a gentle kiss against her sex before slipping his tongue quickly between the folds, knocking into her clitoris once more before he got to his feet and reached for the zipper on his blue jeans.
The aftershocks of this orgasm were going to kill her, but she still managed to feel that small twinge of fear as she watched Kakashi completely slip out of his jeans and boxers. She'd not seen him fully naked before and he was beautiful. Sakura couldn't imagine anyone else taking her virginity that would actually be gentle with, or so she thought, but she wasn't ready. Not yet.
"If you receive, it's only proper to give back. Get on your knees," he commanded.
Sakura couldn't even talk let alone get to her knees. In fact, all she managed to do was push the palm of her hand against her pubic bone, hoping the powerful waves of undulating pleasure would calm.
When he finally noticed her debilitation, he frowned down at her, cocking his head to the side. She shut her eyes managing to feel utterly embarrassed, even through this amazing orgasm, at the position she was in at the edge of his bed. She was fully naked, her legs spread, and her hips were doing a weird circular thrust as if she was fucking the air. She was mortified.
So mortified that she hadn't noticed when he'd moved to lie beside her, so close to her, that when she turned her head to look at his face all she could see was his eyes.
"Breathe," he whispered, brushing her hair out of her face and smoothing it against her head before he went to stroke her cheek.
It must've shown on her face how started she was because when she finally did breath, what came out was a strangled cry. The corner of his mouth rose in faint amusement and he rubbed her lower belly, brushing over her own hand.
"You're very sensitive," he mumbled, his eyes focusing on her own.
It was slowly tapering off, but she was still panting choppily when she tried to speak again. "Is that good?" she managed, but every word was almost a whimper.
The hand that was rubbing her belly went down further over the tops of her thighs before coming back up to draw circles around her breasts, then up her sternum, to her neck, until he was cupping her face, his thumb carelessly swiping back and forth over her bottom lip.
"Yes," he paused only a moment more before he spoke again. "Are you ready?"
She nodded. She expected him to demand her to get on her knees again, but she frowned when he got up from the bed and headed towards the kitchen.
"Hey, where are you going?" she called out.
He didn't answer right away, but as soon as she could see him again he was coming back towards her with a class of ice water. He handed it to her, "Getting you a glass of water."
"Oh," she blinked up at him; glass in his hand, dumbfounded. "Thank you."
Slowly, she pushed herself up, folding an arm over breasts, a gesture that caused Kakashi to scowl at her, before she took the cold beverage in her hand. She brought it to her lips, flinching when the cool liquid slid down her parched throat, burning all the way down.
When she was finished, she cleared her throat, glancing down at the now ripped sheets, and she felt that mortification from early coming full-blown. They hadn't been ripped before she was accosted, taken to his apartment, stripped, and thrown on the bed by him. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I'll get you new ones."
He didn't say anything as he watched her like a predator waiting to pounce on his prey. Eventually, he walked to around the bed, back to the edge, where he proceeded to straddle her lap, sitting on her like perhaps a girlfriend would to her boyfriend.
"Aren't you in a girl's position?" Sakura asked playfully.
He raised an eyebrow, "You're welcome to be on top."
"I don't know that I'm ready to have sex with you."
He chuckled. "Who said anything about sex?"
"Isn't that why you're on top of me?"
His smile was slow, sinuous, and made Sakura worry. "I'm going fuck those beautiful breasts you're so intent on hiding," he said and suddenly he made a movement and she felt his hand scooping wetness from between her legs.
"What-" her startled question stopped as his now wet hand glided between her breasts, causing her chest to glisten with the moisture. "That's disgusting," she cried out angrily.
"It's why showers were invented. Move your hands to either side of your breasts and push them together, tightly."
She did it instinctually, once again, not thinking to question him. When he pushed her back to her previous lying position, he scooted up her torso, and put the tip of his penis directly under the line where the swell of her breast touched.
His eyes darkened with passion and he growled as his hips involuntarily jolted forward, enough so that he was slightly between her breasts now.
"You are a wet dream come true, Sakura," he hissed through his clamped teeth.
He closed his eyes and rolled his head back so that he was facing the water stain in the corner of his bedroom on his ceiling.
"You have no idea," he mumbled.
He slid through the tight slot between her breasts slowly at first, the friction caused by the motion was only slightly uncomfortable, and it was most likely due to the lubrication Kakashi had stolen from between her legs. His control snapped after three thrusts and he snapped his gaze away from the ceiling watching Sakura as she watched him thrust between her breasts.
"Move your head up so when I push through you can suck me," his voice was sharp and demanding as he spewed instructions out. When she moved to do exactly what he said his body wiggled, as if he'd shivered while he was thrusting. "Take it in your mouth. Yes, like that," he moaned.
It wasn't like she'd imagined, the taste of him. The tangy salty flavor was almost pleasant, but the force at which he was coming at her made it impossible for her to apply any sucking. So, she simply opened her mouth in an 'O,' tight enough to give him more friction as he forced himself between her breasts and into the opening of her mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm not gonna last long," he grunted. "Stick your tongue out."
It happened fast. His face was scrunched with pleasure, tiny beads of sweat pooled on his forehead, and he dropped his hands down, bracing himself against the bed, which allowed his thrusts to come harder and quicker. She felt a warm wetness hit the roof of her mouth before she even saw him cry out helplessly above her.
It was too much at once, the thrusting, the thick liquid now coating her tongue, so she tried to pull her head away, but his strong hands clamped down furiously on either side of her. He was now holding her head in place as he leapt up, pulling himself out from between her breasts and forcing her mouth open further by pushing himself deep into her mouth.
He let out a long stream of roughened grunts as he finished in her mouth. He jerked forward, stopped, jerked, stopped it was a repetitive motion that continued for about a minute. His fingers had tangled in her hair when he'd tightened his grip to hold her still, so Sakura couldn't do much, but lay still beneath him, letting him finish before she quickly knocked the liquid, with her tongue, to the back of her throat, letting her swallowing reflex activate. He tasted good, but not enough to let it sit in her mouth.
He cried out helplessly at the slight suction that followed and he quickly jerked out of her mouth, the swallowing motion too much for his sensitive member to handle. He collapsed beside her head, his thigh brushed against her cheek, as she stared at the tiny droplet of water coming from that water stain on the ceiling.
It was three minutes exactly when she went to go sit up, but a rough calloused hand reached for her, pulling her back on the bed, until she was on her side, facing Kakashi.
"You wanna snuggle?" she asked surprised.
He scoffed. "Men don't snuggle," he informed her, but all the same, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her shoulders forward, tucking her head into his chest before she finally responded. "This is snuggling."
All he did was snort his affirmation and she stayed that way for hours, even after he'd fallen asleep. She pressed her ear up against his chest and gave a small contented sigh at the beat before the finally closed her eyes too. As she fell asleep, she couldn't help wondering if Kakashi wanted the same thing she now wanted.

Two months later and they'd been going at it pretty hot and heavy, but never any actual penetration. Lots of bumping and grinding, fondling, sucking, kissing…it was gentle sometimes, other times it was hard and fast, pure gratification at its best, but every time, after they finished he'd want her to stay.
She was getting used to his dirty mouth when they fooled around and to the even dirtier deeds, he'd requested of her, but the comments he made to her when they weren't doing those things were what rocked her.
He'd throw out random words about how beautiful she was, how her body was so tight, that she was a goddess among bugs. It wasn't just his words either, it was the way he held her so tightly, like if he didn't hold her so close she might disappear. It was the way he was so patient in waiting for her to finally be ready to lose her virginity.
Kakashi was always complimenting her, every day since that bonding sleepover Sai had wanted them to have. The night before Sakura had decided it was her turn to complete him and when she told him how beautiful he was he shied away from her.
His reaction had delighted her, but today, was the first time they were going to be in a working environment together. Up until this point, they'd managed to avoid them, but they both knew it wouldn't be forever.
It wasn't nearly as awkward as she thought it would be.
Kakashi had been given a mission and needed a check up before he took it, just to see if he was physically able to do the manual label required of the mission.
The check up wasn't needed, because Sakura knew he was more than capable, but it was procedure. So there he was, perched on the examining table, his mask off, with a devastatingly sloppy grin on his face as he reached to pull his shirt off. It made her pause, because he didn't know that it was her examining him, she was peaking at him through a crack in the door, and she found herself wondering if he greeted every nurse like that. When he heard her shut the door, he lifted his gaze towards her, his eyes widened slightly with surprise.
Sakura smiled sheepishly at him. "I'm doing your check up today."
"My naughty little nurse," he mumbled and not soon after he said that did the pleased, yet mischievous expression cross his face.
"Didn't you get enough last night?" she teased.
He shook his head. "It's never enough," he responded before going to get off the table.
"…absolutely not!" she cried out, startling herself. "Get back on the exam table, we're being strictly professional right now," she concluded firmly.
He raised his hands up in surrender, "Another time then."
She cleared her throat. "You had a back injury from your last mission. Any aches or pains?"
He scoffed, "Loaded question."
"Kaka-sensei," she drew the last part of his name title out with a warning tone in her voice.
He nodded, giving her a boyish smile. "No, my back is fine," he complied.
They made eye contact briefly before she started roaming around, pushing, poking, and prodding to make sure he wasn't fibbing. "So, how long is this mission?" she asked, trying to be casual.
"Why? Will you miss my tongue?"
"NO!" Her response was instant and she shook her head vehemently in denial.
He let out a short shout of laughter and then held his index finger and thumb together, leaning towards her before he spoke again."Not even a little bit?"
Sakura rolled her eyes, realizing how childish her reaction may have been, and she spoke before she could stop herself. "Fine, I'll miss that sinful tongue of yours, I'll miss your dirty mouth, and your, crazy, sexy body, but I find I'll miss you more," she laughed as she finished the sentence, but that didn't stop her face from flushing red with embarrassment.
She quickly realized though, that she must have said something wrong at the somber expression that crossed Kakashi's face. She slowly dropped the smile on her face. "Did I say something wrong?"
He cleared his throat and reached to pull his shirt back on. Sakura frowned.
"Of course not," he replied.
"Hey, I'm not finished. We still have to do some blood work."
A devilish grin spread across his face as he stood up and pulled her to him by the lapels of her lab coat. "I have some other 'work' in mind."
"Kakashi, not here, please. What if-"
Sakura was cut off as he gave her a quick chaste kiss against her mouth.
"You are so sexy," he growled. "You have no idea how badly I want to bend you over this table."
She chuckled and reached up to run her fingers through his hair. "You're not bad yourself."
"Meet me in two hours at my apartment; we'll get a quick lesson in after I've packed.
She cocked her head to the side watching him and she felt her heart thumping wildly. "I really love you," she mumbled before she had time to think about it.
He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? This is not a relationship. We're not dating, Sakura. This is strictly a student-teacher experiment," he informed her calmly, before pushing her away. He reached for his shoes and quickly slipped them on, ignoring Sakura's stunned expression.
He may as well have punched her in the gut. Sure, they hadn't decided to label what it is they were doing, but last night was intimate and loving, or so Sakura had thought. The way he touched her face, the way he brought her a glass of water that time, the way he'd pulled her to him when he'd finished every time. He'd acted like a her lover not her teacher.
She watched in disbelief as he turned towards the door. Did he think that was it?
Saying she was angry was such an understatement. She'd thought long and hard about their situation after she'd gone home early that morning. He'd held her, tightly, all night, every night for the past two months, she'd done more things with him than she even knew existed. She'd even had to pry his hands off her this morning so she could leave to get ready for a shift at the hospital today.
Maybe she didn't have a reason to be angry, no labeling meant no labeling, maybe she was over reacting, but his nonchalant answer was bullshit and they'd never discussed that they couldn't label.
"Oh, really? Does a teacher fuck his students' mouth or make them jerk him off at a sleep over among colleagues?"
She watched his shoulders bunch as his hand paused on the doorknob "You shouldn't talk so dirty to me," he whispered so softly she had to strain to hear it.
"Answer me!" she cried out, pissed at the feel of tears threatening to flow.
He turned slowly and walked towards her, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He chucked her under the chin. "This is a beneficial relationship for both of us. We are not dating, but if the student-teacher scenario doesn't work, perhaps you could consider us fuck buddies."
She gasped, her mouth dropping open with surprise. He gave her a hurt look. "Don't look at me like I just killed your puppy," he grumbled. "You're a smart woman Sakura and I respect you like hell, but I know you can't think I wanted anything more?"
"Are you serious?" she whispered, clutching her stomach, suddenly feeling like she might be sick.
Both his eyebrows rose with such utter surprise had she not been so deathly hurt it would have been considered comical.
He was so serious.
He was so utterly serious.
Her mouth dropped open again, trying to say something, but only cracked sounds escaped and it was then his expression turned cold.
"Sakura, this isn't going to be a problem is it? Tell me now and we'll end it here, but I feel this is an extremely pleasurable arrangement."
She'd zoned out, not believing he was acting this way, rather than someone who'd been doing dirty things to her and with her for over two months.
"Sakura?"
Her gaze was stuck on the floor as she felt the burn of tears in her eyes.
"Sakura?" his voice louder this time as he called out to her.
She felt like she was swimming in lava, not sure how to handle the situation at all, not sure, if she should get out of the lava, or keep swimming.
"Sakura?! Is it going to be a problem?"
She jerked her gaze up to his, meeting his dark, intense eyes. "No, no, it isn't going to be a problem."
He looked thoroughly relived and his shoulders sagged. He gave her a goofy grin and reached out to pull her into a kiss, but she jerked away from his outstretched hand. "So this really is going to be a problem?" he asked.
Sakura shook her head. She wasn't ready to let him go yet, but she had to be sure it was exclusive first. "Are you doing this with other people?"
"What? No," he snorted. "I need to give my full attention to my student after all."
She nodded, feeling the tightness in her chest release a little.
"So you don't want to stop, right?"
She shook her head, not really knowing what she was doing. "I don't."
"Good. I'll see you in two hours," he finished, turning towards the door again. "Oh wait, here," he turned back towards her. "Here's my key, be naked in my bed before I get there. I have to get some supplies."
She nodded again. "Um, how long is the mission?"
"Two days at most."
"What it-"
He shushed her. "High rank mission can't give any more details than you already know."
She rolled her eyes, her heart heavy, but she tried to push it away, not wanting her to see that he'd hurt her. "Yeah, yeah."
He grinned boyishly happy at her response. "Seeya pet."
The door slammed, sounding like a bomb going off next to her ear.
Pet.
He called her 'pet.' How apt.
To be continued…
So I totally didn't see this chapter coming either, which is also why this wasn't the different version (orgy story-also the one originally planned) I'm writing. I guess I'm going to use the very used plot, I'm sure, of Sakura trying to get Kakashi to fall in love with her. I hope everyone enjoyed this.
The god (dess) among insects (I said bugs) is actually from the movie X-Men II.
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