KINK MEME
Yes, it's that time of year again.
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+ Pick a pairing, any pairing you want.
+ Pick a kink. If you need some reference try this fantastic list of kinks.
+ Your post most be ANONYMOUS. There must be A KINK and A PAIRING in your post. For organizational purposes, please post prompt keywords in the subject of your comment (e.g. "Izuna/Ibiki, ( Read more... )
"Sai, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
He looked up and smiled, eyes crinkling shut. "I am experimenting with our bonds , Sakura-san."
Her ankle jerked again. He tightened his grip and forced it against the wood, then looped the rope around it. Her wrists were already bound behind her back. His fingers lingered against her skin for longer than strictly necessary as he fixed the knots into place. Sakura made a low sound of frustration and jerked again. The chair moved, but, to his satisfaction, the ropes showed no signs of give.
"Sai, I'm warning you, if you have planned what I think you have planned..."
The ANBU member rose gracefully to his feet. A kunai appeared in his hand, and Sakura's green eyes widened. "sai, I don't know what's gotten into you, but-"
She stopped talking when the tip of the kunai was set against her throat. Sai took a moment to appreciate the way her lips parted. He'd tried to capture the exact shape of them so many times, but they were as elusive as the pale pink of her hair and the distant smile that she sometimes got when she looked out over the horizon. When she looked at him, and saw Sasuke in his place. The kunai slid down, sharpened point resting against her skin. It didn't scratch- he had better control than that, after all.
The tip of the kunai slipped underneath the collar of her shirt. Sakura's breath caught. Sai watched as the blade easily parted the fabric, revealing more of her skin. It slid down over the curve of her breasts, lingering there, then diverted over to her arms. With deft movements, Sai cut the fabric free. The cold steel grazed against Sakura's skin, and she shivered.
"Sai..." It was less of a protest now. The ANBU member didn't look up, focused on the task at hand. He could see the faint rise of goosebumps on Sakura's skin, but then, the room was cold. With an idle flick of his wrist he sliced through the last strand holding her top in place. The fabric fluttered to the floor, and he watched as the muscles of her stomach tensed beneath the blade.
Sai took a step back, running assessing eyes over the medic's body. She was shinobi-fit, with that mixture of hardness and softness that all kunoichi seemed to have. Lean, dense muscles combined with soft curves. It was a fascinating difference from his own body, which he knew was all hard angles and flat lines. He studied the swell of her breasts beneath the cloth of her bra, wondering how much of the profile was due to the support offered by the silk. As soon as the thought entered his mind, the kunai moved upward. Sakura shivered, and the point nicked her skin.
He cut the bra away with smooth, analytical motions. Despite his suspicions, her breasts remained much the same in shape. Perhaps it was because she was so small? Sai rubbed an idle thumb over one pink nipple, watching as it tightened beneath his touch. Sakura inhaled sharply, and he looked up, meeting her eyes. He wasn't certain what he saw there- too inexperienced with "emotions" to analyze her response. He knew that he should have been able to read her emotional state through her gaze, and that thought bothered him. The kunai disappeared.
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Apparently, Sakura hadn't read the same books. Her lips didn't soften and part beneath his, nor did they move. Sometimes, Sai thought Sakura would be far easier to deal with if she would invest time and effort into finding out what made people tick. He pressed his lips more firmly against hers, then, when that didn't work, nipped. Her lips fell open on a gasp of surprise, and he took advantage of it, tongue darting into her mouth. At first she was unresponsive- possibly frigid, Sai questioned mentally?- then, slowly, her tongue began to move against his.
It wasn't bad, Sai decided. Certainly not as epiphatic or life-changing as the books had led him to believe, but then, he knew that he was unlikely to have an emotional response. Sakura was likely feeling the fireworks and hearing bells ring, unless she'd skipped that part of the book, too. He changed the angle of the kiss so that his tongue could delve more deeply into her mouth, then pulled back. Her lips were parted, slightly shiny and swollen from the kiss.
Idle fingertips settled against the side of Sakura's throat. He could feel the desperate flutter of her pulse beneath the softness of her skin, but it could as easily be excitement as it was fear. She hadn't actually told him to stop, Sai rationalized, and though Sakura was temperamental, she was also analytical. She would be perfectly aware that the rest of Team 7 was in the next room of the Inn- the room that he himself technically should be in. If she cried out for help, they'd come immediately.
His fingertips slid lower. They explored the line of her collarbone, and drifted over the curve of her breasts. The skin was softer, here, like silk beneath his fingertips. He circled one nipple, then leaned in. His breath fluttered warmly against her skin, then his tongue flicked out, grazing the taut flesh. Sakura inhaled sharply. He caught the nub between his teeth and sucked. The inhalation came out as a soft moan.
Sai pulled back, and picked the kunai up again. Her shorts came off more easily than the shirt had- less fabric, less complicated- and soon Sakura was left wearing nothing but panties and a blindfold. It was an appealing sight, Sai noted mentally. He'd have to be certain to draw her like this.
The thought made his fingers itch. He wanted to draw her, to paint her, but it never seemed to work. As much as he tried, he couldn't capture her in ink. Something would always be off, or missing. He needed to find that missing element- discover what made her different. Maybe then he'd stop seeing her face in his mind.
He picked up his paintbrush, and ran the tip from the inside of her ankle up her calf. She shivered and tried to pull away from the nearly ticklish touch, but the ropes held her firmly in place. He calculated the angle of her leg as he ran the brush upward, measuring with his eyes as the brush slid against a sensitive inner knee. He'd made certain to tie her so that her legs were spread, allowing easy access to her body. The position was less comfortable for her, yes, but some sacrifices were necessary.
The brush slid up Sakura's bare thigh. Another quiet whimper escaped her lips. Sai leaned in, following the trail of his brush with his tongue, and the whimpers turned into panting. He kept the carefully detailed guides clear in his mind as he licked and sucked at her skin. When the brush touched against the cotton of her panties, Sakura keened and tried to arch up into the touch. There was just enough give in the ropes to allow it, and Sai teased her through the fabric. The scent of her arousal was clear in the air.
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He watched with something approaching fascination as Sakura writhed beneath his fingers. He explored the different touches that the book had suggested. Light circles seemed to go unappreciated by the pink-haired medic, while firmer touches were rewarded with whimpers. He nudged her thighs further apart, and bent his head, running his tongue over her slit.
The taste was different than he'd expected, but not unpleasant. His fingers slipped down, and he slowly inserted one into her as he lapped at her clitoris. The tight walls of her body clenched around his finger. He followed the signs of her body, using tongue and fingers in synchronization to drive her to fever pitch. Soft moans and whimpers turned into muffled moans above him. He caught her clitoris lightly between his teeth and sucked, at the same time curling his fingers upward.
Sakura's body shook against her bonds and the wooden chair as she came. Sai continued to lap at her folds until she whined in protest and tried to pull away. Content that he'd been succesful, he removed his fingers and stood. The tension in his own groin was obvious at this point, but it hadn't been the point of this exercise. He undid the blindfold, and Sakura stared at him with dazed, glassy green eyes.
"Sai..." She paused, and her tongue flicked out, dampening her lips. "Why?"
"Kakashi-san's books said that showing a woman great pleasure was the proper way to express romantic interest."
Sakura stared at him for a long moment, then groaned. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, facing the ceiling.
"Remind me to kill Kakashi-sensei. And Jiraiya-sama."
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I found this fic requested in one of the previous kink memes and requested it in the Recycled meme. Didn't get fulfilled.
This request has come a long way. It's the little kink that could.
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"Kakashi-san's books said that showing a woman great pleasure was the proper way to express romantic interest."
ANON YOU ROCK. HAVE SOME INTERNETS. And pleeeeeeeeease de-anon when this is over, I'd love to read more of your smut stuff!
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