J-Pop's giftfic - This Is What You Get
Fandom: Naruto
Title: This Is What You Get (For Forgetting Your Pervy Boyfriend’s Birthday)
Chapter: N/A; complete oneshot
Characters/Pairings: Kakashi, Sakura, KakaSaku
Genre: Romance, Smut
Word Count: 1,599
Rating: M/R
Notes: For superduperotaku, who asked for "Sakura giving a hot sexy striptease with bountiful smut after, but if mega graphic stuff is too much, that's okay too." I wrote KakaSaku because I'm not comfortable (as in, no practice) writing either of the other two. I would have added them here, except I'm not comfortable (as in, awkwardness) writing group sex. I hope you enjoy it, m'dear! Extremely belated holiday wishes and apologies for the tardiness.
The song started off slowly, with just a bass thumping lowly, followed by a drum, and lastly a sultry female voice singing in a language she knew Kakashi didn’t understand. He didn’t seem to care very much, though, as Sakura awkwardly began to sway in time to the beat.
She closed her eyes, feeling her hair tickling her lower back through her shirt. Butterflies ran rampant through her stomach as she teased her shirt’s hem between the tips of her fingers.
She never done a striptease before, but she’d forgotten Kakashi’s birthday was coming up in a mad week of classes, and then she’d been away at a hospital on it, finalizing details for her residency that day. He’d been pouting about it when she got home, so she’d foolishly made up a “coupon” promising to do one activity a week for four weeks.
Sakura had figured he’d interpret that as ‘I can get her to do four chores I don’t want to’ and that she’d be doing something like washing his dogs (he had eight of them!), or doing his laundry (he would rather buy new clothes than wash some), or running errands (like picking up his porn, or maybe dry cleaning), but no. Her pervy lover had demanded a lap dance. The first week. She almost dreaded the next three “activities.”
“Sakura,” Kakashi called. “You have to actually dance to do this.”
She opened her eyes to level her most ferocious glare at him. He seemed unimpressed, impassive as he always was, slouched in the cheap metal chair in her dorm room at Konoha’s Medical University. To be contrary, she cocked her hip and raised an eyebrow.
“Do you have even the slightest idea how fucking sexy you are when you do that?” he growled. His eyes held a devious glint.
Sakura blushed hotly. Her shoulders dropped and she glanced away, a shy and slightly embarrassed young medical student once more.
“Sakura-chan,” Kakashi sighed. “Why do you do that? You’re the most beautiful woman I know. You have no reason to be shy about yourself.”
She closed her eyes again, ruthlessly stomping on the butterflies in her stomach and said, “Start the song over.” She heard the creak and shuffling steps as he got up and walked over to the stereo to press the back button. The bass started up again and this time Sakura was ready. She drew on the handful of ballet lessons her mother had forced her to as a child, calling on the small amount of grace they’d taught her as she rotated one hip slowly in a circle.
Her eyes still closed, Sakura ran her fingertips up her own ribs, neck, and along her jaw line to bury her hands in her hair. The music’s beat picked up, and her hips began to sway from side to side of their own volition. She felt herself growing bolder. One hand left her hair, sweeping down her torso to her shirt hem. She toyed with it for a moment, trailing it upward to reveal a glimpse of her taut abdomen before it slipped back down.
Her other hand was subtler in its movements, sneaking down her throat again, brushing over her collarbone to caress a covered nipple. She had to admit, this was fun. One corner of her mouth quirked up in a half-smile, and she opened her eyes.
Kakashi was still slouched in that chair, but his eyes were on her, roving, taking in every detail. He seemed to be watching the more obvious action at her waistline, but Sakura saw when his gaze lifted to her chest. His dark eyes hooded.
Her smile turned into a smirk. What else could she get him to do?
Sakura lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side, leaving only her thin black bra between her breasts and open air. Her shoulders moved in tandem with her hips, her hands fell gracefully back down to her sides. She let her hands roam all over her own body, and all the while Kakashi watched hungrily.
Sakura stepped closer to him. He started to reach out a hand as if to touch her, but she slapped it away lightly. “No touching the dancers, sir,” she admonished in a playful tone. She unbuttoned her pants, and slid them off, slowly. She kept her gaze sharp on her lover-his expression was incredibly empowering.
Inch by inch, the creamy skin of her legs was revealed. When she finally kicked the jeans away completely, she was left in plain black cotton panties and the bra that didn’t quite match them, but Kakashi’s lusty stare on her said that they were the finest lingerie he’d ever seen. It was like he had no control over his limbs-his hand was crawling through the air toward her again.
“No touching the dancers,” she repeated more firmly. Then, simply to tease him, she straddled his lap, and all of a sudden she was cradling his erection between her thighs.
“Do I have to pay extra for the lap dance?” Kakashi asked jokingly. But she could hear how thick his voice was under the light tone.
“Only if you’re a bad boy,” Sakura purred, grinding her hips downwards lightly. Rewarded with a deep rumble in his chest, she smirked.
Supporting her weight with her legs, she lifted herself just slightly off his lap and arched backwards, slowly stroking light hands down her chest and stomach. Her nipples were hard, excitement building already in the pit of her being. He was all but inside her, and she realized she had to regain some distance or she’d rip his pants open and start riding him for real right in this rickety old chair.
Kakashi groaned unhappily when Sakura slid her rear off his legs and coyly backed up a couple steps. To soothe his ache, she reached behind her back and undid the hooks of her bra. Ever so slowly, one strap slid off her shoulder, chased quickly after by the other. She tossed the garment out of the way, wiggled her panties down to her knees and let them drop to the floor. Then she sashayed around him.
Once at his back, Sakura leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Kakashi’s shoulders and pressing her breasts against the back of his head. She slid one small hand down his chest this time, caressing his erection with light touches that wouldn’t satisfy. Her breath was at his ear, her own ear right at his throat, and she heard a quiet, gratifying whine.
“Am I being mean to you?” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Do you want me to…take care of it for you?”
“Sakura,” Kakashi groaned. His hips bucked up, trying to force contact with her hand.
She tsked at him. “Don’t be so eager, my love,” she whispered. “Let it happen in due time.” Sakura chuckled throatily, her eyes sliding half-closed. That was when Kakashi struck, snapping his head around and latching onto her lips. The sneaky bastard used her surprised gasp to penetrate her mouth, drawing her tongue into play, and she was lost. Something about Kakashi’s kisses was addicting to Sakura, and the fact that she was already incredibly turned on wasn’t helping. Her brain turned off.
“Come and sit on my lap again, Sakura,” he coaxed. And just like that, she went. The chair wasn’t big enough for her to perch on her knees, so her legs had to stick out.
She didn’t care.
The moment she settled against him, he grasped her hips and shoved them harshly against his as he ground his erection against her core. He did it again, and again, over and over, keeping his mouth moving over hers to whip her into a frenzy. Sakura’s fingers threaded through his hair or clawed at his shoulders and chest frantically. Any sounds she made were swallowed by Kakashi’s fervent kisses.
The pleasure spiked higher. Her moans turned into cries, and her sheath clenched around air, desperate to be filled. But Kakashi simply kept grinding her center over his cock, until ecstasy roared through her. She broke away from his kiss, throwing her head back. Her mouth was open in a silent cry.
“Fuck, Sakura,” Kakashi grunted, but she only dimly heard it. Her inner muscles were still fluttering delicately-her sex still quivering in the aftermath of orgasm and still very sensitive-when he unfastened his pants and shoved himself inside her. She let out a loud gasp. She was still slick with fluid from her orgasm, allowing him to move easily.
They were both incredibly desperate for the friction their bodies created together, and the pace Kakashi set was demanding. The loud, wet slapping of flesh meeting flesh was drowned out by their moans and cries. Pleasure built inside her again, sending her up and up and up erratically until she hit her second peak with a wild cry. Moments later, she felt the wet warmth of Kakashi’s release inside her.
Panting for breath, Sakura sagged against his chest, tucking her head under his chin and peppering his throat with kisses. He was covered in a light sweat, but she didn’t mind.
“Thank you, Sakura,” he finally said. “That was…” he trailed off. Apparently his brain hadn’t fully re-engaged, if he couldn’t think up any adjectives for what they’d just done.
“Yes,” she hummed. “It was. I think I might do it again sometime…”
And she could practically feel him perk up at that, and she had to laugh at her adorably perverted lover.
Title: This Is What You Get (For Forgetting Your Pervy Boyfriend’s Birthday)
Chapter: N/A; complete oneshot
Characters/Pairings: Kakashi, Sakura, KakaSaku
Genre: Romance, Smut
Word Count: 1,599
Rating: M/R
Notes: For superduperotaku, who asked for "Sakura giving a hot sexy striptease with bountiful smut after, but if mega graphic stuff is too much, that's okay too." I wrote KakaSaku because I'm not comfortable (as in, no practice) writing either of the other two. I would have added them here, except I'm not comfortable (as in, awkwardness) writing group sex. I hope you enjoy it, m'dear! Extremely belated holiday wishes and apologies for the tardiness.
The song started off slowly, with just a bass thumping lowly, followed by a drum, and lastly a sultry female voice singing in a language she knew Kakashi didn’t understand. He didn’t seem to care very much, though, as Sakura awkwardly began to sway in time to the beat.
She closed her eyes, feeling her hair tickling her lower back through her shirt. Butterflies ran rampant through her stomach as she teased her shirt’s hem between the tips of her fingers.
She never done a striptease before, but she’d forgotten Kakashi’s birthday was coming up in a mad week of classes, and then she’d been away at a hospital on it, finalizing details for her residency that day. He’d been pouting about it when she got home, so she’d foolishly made up a “coupon” promising to do one activity a week for four weeks.
Sakura had figured he’d interpret that as ‘I can get her to do four chores I don’t want to’ and that she’d be doing something like washing his dogs (he had eight of them!), or doing his laundry (he would rather buy new clothes than wash some), or running errands (like picking up his porn, or maybe dry cleaning), but no. Her pervy lover had demanded a lap dance. The first week. She almost dreaded the next three “activities.”
“Sakura,” Kakashi called. “You have to actually dance to do this.”
She opened her eyes to level her most ferocious glare at him. He seemed unimpressed, impassive as he always was, slouched in the cheap metal chair in her dorm room at Konoha’s Medical University. To be contrary, she cocked her hip and raised an eyebrow.
“Do you have even the slightest idea how fucking sexy you are when you do that?” he growled. His eyes held a devious glint.
Sakura blushed hotly. Her shoulders dropped and she glanced away, a shy and slightly embarrassed young medical student once more.
“Sakura-chan,” Kakashi sighed. “Why do you do that? You’re the most beautiful woman I know. You have no reason to be shy about yourself.”
She closed her eyes again, ruthlessly stomping on the butterflies in her stomach and said, “Start the song over.” She heard the creak and shuffling steps as he got up and walked over to the stereo to press the back button. The bass started up again and this time Sakura was ready. She drew on the handful of ballet lessons her mother had forced her to as a child, calling on the small amount of grace they’d taught her as she rotated one hip slowly in a circle.
Her eyes still closed, Sakura ran her fingertips up her own ribs, neck, and along her jaw line to bury her hands in her hair. The music’s beat picked up, and her hips began to sway from side to side of their own volition. She felt herself growing bolder. One hand left her hair, sweeping down her torso to her shirt hem. She toyed with it for a moment, trailing it upward to reveal a glimpse of her taut abdomen before it slipped back down.
Her other hand was subtler in its movements, sneaking down her throat again, brushing over her collarbone to caress a covered nipple. She had to admit, this was fun. One corner of her mouth quirked up in a half-smile, and she opened her eyes.
Kakashi was still slouched in that chair, but his eyes were on her, roving, taking in every detail. He seemed to be watching the more obvious action at her waistline, but Sakura saw when his gaze lifted to her chest. His dark eyes hooded.
Her smile turned into a smirk. What else could she get him to do?
Sakura lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side, leaving only her thin black bra between her breasts and open air. Her shoulders moved in tandem with her hips, her hands fell gracefully back down to her sides. She let her hands roam all over her own body, and all the while Kakashi watched hungrily.
Sakura stepped closer to him. He started to reach out a hand as if to touch her, but she slapped it away lightly. “No touching the dancers, sir,” she admonished in a playful tone. She unbuttoned her pants, and slid them off, slowly. She kept her gaze sharp on her lover-his expression was incredibly empowering.
Inch by inch, the creamy skin of her legs was revealed. When she finally kicked the jeans away completely, she was left in plain black cotton panties and the bra that didn’t quite match them, but Kakashi’s lusty stare on her said that they were the finest lingerie he’d ever seen. It was like he had no control over his limbs-his hand was crawling through the air toward her again.
“No touching the dancers,” she repeated more firmly. Then, simply to tease him, she straddled his lap, and all of a sudden she was cradling his erection between her thighs.
“Do I have to pay extra for the lap dance?” Kakashi asked jokingly. But she could hear how thick his voice was under the light tone.
“Only if you’re a bad boy,” Sakura purred, grinding her hips downwards lightly. Rewarded with a deep rumble in his chest, she smirked.
Supporting her weight with her legs, she lifted herself just slightly off his lap and arched backwards, slowly stroking light hands down her chest and stomach. Her nipples were hard, excitement building already in the pit of her being. He was all but inside her, and she realized she had to regain some distance or she’d rip his pants open and start riding him for real right in this rickety old chair.
Kakashi groaned unhappily when Sakura slid her rear off his legs and coyly backed up a couple steps. To soothe his ache, she reached behind her back and undid the hooks of her bra. Ever so slowly, one strap slid off her shoulder, chased quickly after by the other. She tossed the garment out of the way, wiggled her panties down to her knees and let them drop to the floor. Then she sashayed around him.
Once at his back, Sakura leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Kakashi’s shoulders and pressing her breasts against the back of his head. She slid one small hand down his chest this time, caressing his erection with light touches that wouldn’t satisfy. Her breath was at his ear, her own ear right at his throat, and she heard a quiet, gratifying whine.
“Am I being mean to you?” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Do you want me to…take care of it for you?”
“Sakura,” Kakashi groaned. His hips bucked up, trying to force contact with her hand.
She tsked at him. “Don’t be so eager, my love,” she whispered. “Let it happen in due time.” Sakura chuckled throatily, her eyes sliding half-closed. That was when Kakashi struck, snapping his head around and latching onto her lips. The sneaky bastard used her surprised gasp to penetrate her mouth, drawing her tongue into play, and she was lost. Something about Kakashi’s kisses was addicting to Sakura, and the fact that she was already incredibly turned on wasn’t helping. Her brain turned off.
“Come and sit on my lap again, Sakura,” he coaxed. And just like that, she went. The chair wasn’t big enough for her to perch on her knees, so her legs had to stick out.
She didn’t care.
The moment she settled against him, he grasped her hips and shoved them harshly against his as he ground his erection against her core. He did it again, and again, over and over, keeping his mouth moving over hers to whip her into a frenzy. Sakura’s fingers threaded through his hair or clawed at his shoulders and chest frantically. Any sounds she made were swallowed by Kakashi’s fervent kisses.
The pleasure spiked higher. Her moans turned into cries, and her sheath clenched around air, desperate to be filled. But Kakashi simply kept grinding her center over his cock, until ecstasy roared through her. She broke away from his kiss, throwing her head back. Her mouth was open in a silent cry.
“Fuck, Sakura,” Kakashi grunted, but she only dimly heard it. Her inner muscles were still fluttering delicately-her sex still quivering in the aftermath of orgasm and still very sensitive-when he unfastened his pants and shoved himself inside her. She let out a loud gasp. She was still slick with fluid from her orgasm, allowing him to move easily.
They were both incredibly desperate for the friction their bodies created together, and the pace Kakashi set was demanding. The loud, wet slapping of flesh meeting flesh was drowned out by their moans and cries. Pleasure built inside her again, sending her up and up and up erratically until she hit her second peak with a wild cry. Moments later, she felt the wet warmth of Kakashi’s release inside her.
Panting for breath, Sakura sagged against his chest, tucking her head under his chin and peppering his throat with kisses. He was covered in a light sweat, but she didn’t mind.
“Thank you, Sakura,” he finally said. “That was…” he trailed off. Apparently his brain hadn’t fully re-engaged, if he couldn’t think up any adjectives for what they’d just done.
“Yes,” she hummed. “It was. I think I might do it again sometime…”
And she could practically feel him perk up at that, and she had to laugh at her adorably perverted lover.