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Sakura stood there in the private training ground, hugging herself against the morning breeze, wearing nothing but her leggings and her chest bindings.
The forest was desolate, save for endless green trees.
It was the perfect place for anyone who wanted to train in private, with little disturbance and even less distraction.
‘Sensei…’ She called, trailing off uncertainly.
Kakashi who stood across her, arms coolly crossed, responded to her.
‘What is it?’
Instead of voicing her concern, she continued to stand there, shifting awkwardly on her feet.
He could tell she was one step away from backing out and calling this entire thing off.
He would understand if she did, she clearly was not comfortable at all, but he had thought she had meant something when she came up to him with determination written all over her face and asked him for this the other day.
‘You said you wanted to train like the boys do.’ He reminded her.
Her cheeks burst into color with embarrassment and she tried to rush to explain herself.
‘Yes but-‘
He raised a pointed brow and she bit her tongue.
It was far too early in the morning for her to be bombarding him with a flurry of excuses and she knew that.
‘Nothing.’ She quickly said, lowering her gaze.
Kakashi closed his eyes and resisted a tired sigh.
When he opened his eyes again, he leveled her with a serious look over his mask.
‘Do you still want to do this? Or do you want to call it off?’ He asked her. ‘The call is yours.’
She contemplated in silence for a moment, and when she met his eyes again, her cheeks were still flushed but her gaze was steadier and the nod she has him was firm.
‘I want to do this, sensei.’
Kakashi nodded, pleased that she was choosing to be brave about this.
Even if all else failed and he didn’t get to draw much from her, at least this would not be a lesson wasted. She would’ve learnt something and he would’ve done his job as her tutor.
Besides there could always be a next time, if only she would be up for it. But that was neither a matter of here or now.
‘Good.’ He praised, meaningful despite his monotone. ‘Get into position.’
And so it was the two of them in the training grounds, wearing halfway to exchange blows and lands narrow hits.
Kakashi took note of all her shortcomings.
Multiple times, she would trip on her feet or land misdirected hits and mumble an apology.
But this could all be attributed to nerves, not because she lacked the skill or technique and definitely not strength.
Or so at least, he believed it be so at first.
He shared his thoughts with her when they took a shirt water break by the trees before heading back to the forest clearing.
‘Just relax into it. It might feel off but it’s not supposed to feel like heaven either.’ He explained, giving advice but being blunt about it. ‘Right now I’m training you for a situation a lot of people don’t realize comes with being ninja. of it as a learning experience.’
Sakura had always been better at listening and taking advice into consideration… very much unlike her other two team mates who possessed more chaotic characters.
Already, she looked more put together as she set her water bottle down and nodded firmly.
‘Alright sensei!’
‘Good.’ He said, guiding them back to their fighting spot. ‘Now try going at me again. Like you want me dead this time.’
She faltered for a moment, but under his serious gaze as he took a deadly stance himself, she quickly straightened and nodded curtly.
‘Yes, sensei.’
More blows were exchanged. More hits were landed.
He expected her to get better, but if anything, she just got worse.
Almost hits landed were him on her.
About twice, she’d managed to fling him across the field and into a tree, but that was only when his hands had brushed her places.
It wasn’t nerves. She wasn’t even holding back. She was being careful.
This was no better than trying to stall with no back up plan, or knowingly choosing to hide in a cave lurking with poisonous vermin-
It was careless, dangerous and it would cost her.
Evidently, she was already drained, grasping at her knees and hunched over herself as she tried to catch her breath.
Kakashi sighed and wondered just how long the day ahead was going to be.
When she straightened, she looked ashamed of herself, rightfully so.
‘You can’t fight like this.’ He told her bluntly. ‘It’s good that you’re trying to protect yourself but you’re actually going to have to wound me. Not just throw me aside when you’re feeling threatened to keep some distance. That way, if you don’t finish me off, someone else will.’
As he told her this, her sweat damp face went pale and she swallowed thickly. The nod she gave him was shaky and her voice trembled even more.
‘Yes… Sensei.’
He’d never seen her look so miserable before.
Kakashi should have felt a little bad for getting her like this, which he did. But he felt even more frustrated.
She could do so much but she was choosing the easy way out—and she was not wholly to blame for it.
In all honesty, he would admit that he had never approached managing Sakura the same way he did Naruto and Sasuke and he was starting to see the flaw in
While fearing he would ruin the equilibrium she brought to the group if he trained her too hard, he had gone and decided maybe she was more fit for a milder, more sideline role.
It could be said that it was partly his fault she was weak.
But really, he wished she would’ve said something a little sooner. Now all of this is going to feel too sudden, and if it doesn’t scare her off, it’ll definitely change her perspective of him for better or for far more worse in the future.
This could effect the team dynamic. But if she wanted his help, things would need to shift if he were to have her stand on the same level as her peers, let alone higher.
It was with resignation and finality both that he concluded that he had just the thing to get her to get serious.
He really didn’t want to resort to this but she left him no other choice.
Determined, he wordlessly stalked over to her.
Sakura inched away the closer he got, stepping back slightly.
‘Sensei,' Her big green eyes blinked rapidly, confusion and wariness written all over her face. ‘What are you-‘
Her words cut off in a gasp when he suddenly apprehended her by her shoulders.
His hands were large on her, trapping her in place, forcing her to stand there and look up into his stern, firm gaze.
‘From here on out, I’m going to get real close and you’re not gonna like it.’ He told her straight. ‘I want you to try and protect yourself.’
She gaped up at him with wide eyes, bewildered.
‘S-sensei-‘
‘I’m not your sensei.’ He cut her off, his gaze suddenly dull and cold. ‘Think of me as your enemy now. You have to defend yourself against me. If not, I will hurt you.’
Kakashi didn’t wait around anymore. He couldn’t have made things any clearer and his student was a smart girl.
That was all the warning he gave before he moved, sharp and precise.
Pumping with a surge of panic and adrenaline, she fought well, but as expected, she soon started to slow down and lose her footing as she tried to shield herself against his advances instead of attacking him.
He would’ve corrected her stance, told her what she was doing wrong and pulled back so they could start again-
But adopting that method would just always bring them back to square one.
They needed progress, and Kakashi was intent to squeeze it out of her if it meant cornering her while exhausted.
This was how things went in real life anyways which was a reminder he thought that she needed more than anyone, having lived a relatively uneventful, sheltered life compared to her teammates.
This was what she was lacking.
The drive and zeal that came with the fear and rage and resentment that had birthed the best of the best of shinobi, kunoichi and enemies of theirs alike.
He couldn’t blame her for that. That was just the way she was raised.
But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get anything out of her today, even if he had to play bad cop to accomplish this.
He wasn’t her father. He wasn’t her mother. Right now, he wasn’t her sensei either. He was her enemy.
She had to learn that the world was bigger than her small circle. That terrible people existed out there.
It would be better for him to show her, than for her to encounter it on her own outside the safety of the village gates.
Suddenly, Kakashi moved like lightning to appear behind her faster than she could blink.
Before she could whirl around to land a hit that would shatter his collarbone and send him flying through trees, he grabbed her hips and pulled her flush to him.
A long breath of silence passed by, where they were both still.
He could feel her rapid heartbeat through her back, pounding loudly. He was sure he wasn’t fairing any better.
Steadying his breath, Kakashi closed his eyes and started to move.
‘Sensei- what are you-‘ Her words cut off when he started grinding into her. ‘Sensei!’
His fingers tightened on her hips in warning. He lowered his head, making her go tense. Her cherry blossom hair tickled his face and the scent of strawberry and sweets whiffed into his nose.
It was intoxicating.
Kakashi felt himself start to get light headed but managed to voice, his voice a low husk of a whisper.
‘What did I say?’ His lips brushed the shell of her ears. ‘I’m not your Sensei.’
Her trembling body went still against him, he could see her expression shifting with conflict from he corner of his eyes and already, he was getting that progress he needed from her.
‘Fight me, Sakura.’
Gathering strength from deep within, she let out a roar, her entire body trembling, and she reached for his shoulder and tried to fling him over hers…
But it didn’t work.
Kakashi beat her to it. Just with a single sweep of his leg that sent her falling.
‘How pathetic.’ He taunted. ‘You’re weak. You’ll never get to ANBU like this.’
‘I’m not weak!’ She yelled, rushing to stand from where she’d fallen on her ass, face beet red with humiliation. ‘I’m not weak. I’m strong! Stronger than so many people here! I deserve to be in this team as much as Sasuke and Naruto!’
‘Prove it.’ He said. ‘Prove you’re as strong as they can be. Prove you at least have potential. ‘Otherwise, every moment up until would’ve just been a waste of our time.’
Kakashi wondered if he had been too harsh.
But then she lifted her head, a blazing fire in her eyes, and even just watching her get into attack stance had a shiver running down her spine.
He was impressed, but he kept his expression cleverly passive.
Once again, they stood in their respective opposing spots across each other.
‘Ready?’
She nodded, a gesture he returned.
He beckoned her over with his fingers.
‘Come for me.’
It happened all too quick.
She had the upper hand for long, moving easily with her small, nimble body, driven by energy in vibrant bursts. But just like with their duel before- she burned out quick.
In no more than five minutes, he had her pinned down the ground by both her wrists with one hand.
The other steadily worked her chest bindings off as she struggled, too occupied with trying to get out of his hold to notice he was undressing her.
It was only when the wrapping gave and the breeze in the air hit bare chest did she realize that her tits were out in the open.
His large hands reached for her chest to fondle her, tugging. There was barely anything there, but what was was soft and smooth, almost like baby skin, perky and tipped with hardened cherry tips that he plucked at and rolled between his fingers indulgently.
'What-' Her panicked green eyes flickered to him, ripping away from the sight of his hand kneading her. 'What are you doing!’
'What do you think?’ He squeezed her languidly, raising a pointed brow. 'Groping you of course.’
Her breathing became ragged, her entire body quivering, and he could tell she was about to start yelling and trash as the terror in her eyes shifted into something furious.
He already knew he was going to be in for it today and he had been prepared for that.
He just didn’t think this would include taking his mask off and exposing his face to someone, his student, of all people- he had one rule.
But he’d have to break it.
He moved quickly. She wasn’t even allowed a glimpse.
Kakashi stopped her impending outburst by dipping his head to her chest and enveloping one pointy cherry tip into his mouth.
The start of her scream died out into a gasp of shock.
It was like she short circuited, which gave him the advantage to use this and proceed.
For a moment, only the sound of him sucking on her wetly filled the air as he tweaked her other nipple with his free hand, overpowering even her heightening breathless pants.
Then she pulled herself together and started to resist.
Sakura trashed beneath him, instead of trying to scream out for help and get someone to come and save her from this, she tried to use her own strength to get him off of her, grunting with her effort to kick him off and put some distance between them.
It was a nice attempt. But not good enough.
Releasing the current breast he’d been occupied with, he shifted to the other and lapped at her milky skin before he drew it’s pink crest into his mouth, nibbling and sucking and flexing his jaw strongly.
He watched her all the while, taking in her troubled expression that twitched with every lick, every graze of his teeth, every strong suctions.
While he did this, he slid his palm down her torso slowly until he finally breached past the hem off her leggings.
He touched her heat through the fabric, motion stuttering when he found she was damp between her legs.
With a wet pop, he pulled himself off her nipple. He snapped the string of saliva connecting his mouth to the stiff, berry points by licking his lips and looked down at her.
She looked tired, her chest heaving up and down dramatically, wet with his spit, covered in light pink blotches.
‘Sensei…?' She mumbled, bleary eyes blinking rapidly as she took him in for the first time.
Bet she never imagined it like this.
He tried not to focus too much on her reaction, keeping his hand moving against her over her pants to redirect her attention.
She needed to be more concerned about being molested than seeing her masked teacher’s face for the first time.
‘You’re wet.’ He stated, making sure he looked as amused as he made himself sound even if he was slightly taken aback to find her aroused like this. ‘Someone is molesting you and you’re getting turned on. Do you want to get raped?’
She snapped back into focus and shook her head vehemently, hair getting all over her face.
‘No, Of course I don’t!’ She sobbed, but when he tugged her pants and underwear down to her mid thighs to expose her hairless mound to him and plunged his fingers inside her warm sheath- she sucked him right in.
'Liar.’ He accused, lazily stretching her impressively tight walls with scissor motions and stroking her insides. ‘I should really want to slit your throat. But I supposed I could have some fun with you first before that.’
Kakashi retrieved his cock from his pants and ripped her leggings off her in a single pull, much to her horror.
Knowing her hands were still a threat to his wellbeing, he lodged a kunai deep into the ground over her head, and used parts of her torn pants to tie her wrists together and loop the loose material through the circle space meant for fingers on the weapon's hilt.
He would’ve used a jutsu but that would make things too easy. His plan was to drag this for as long as he needed to until she showed progress.
Besides, not all of their enemies were on tracked rouge nins. Sometimes they were simpler people, with simpler needs.
Sakura had gone pale faced while he did this, no doubt thinking he was about to kill her.
‘I won’t kill you yet.’ He told her once he was satisfied with how securely bounded she was. ‘I still need to feel your pussy, remember?’
She was too stunned to speak. He hoped she would snap out of soon.
Like this, one possible issue was dealt with.
Her legs weren’t so deadly, pressed tightly and trembling as they were to keep him out.
Easily, he wrenched them open and pressed down so that her outer thighs pressed flat into the ground. Shuffling forward, Kakashi made himself comfortable in between the spread of her legs, eyes trained on the tender pink petals winking up at him from between her pale, thin thighs, complete with a stiff rosy pearl at the crest.
There was a bit of dampness there and her clit was engorged, flushed and stiff like her now swollen nipples, no thanks to him. He guessed it couldn’t be helped considering his fervent attention on her breasts earlier.
He too had gotten hard from just that.
It was just instinct.
It didn’t mean she wanted this and it didn’t mean he was enjoying himself either.
He was really counting on her to fight him off from this moment, for her sake more than anything.
It was when he took his cock in his hand to align himself at her entrance and nudge her open that she seemed to realize this.
‘Sensei!’ She cried, trying to shy away, but she couldn’t, not with his other still holding her down and her other leg being weighed down into the ground by his knee. 'Don't! If you go in like that-'
‘What?' He cut her off, idly rubbing himself against her tight slit to coat her with pre cum so she was a little more slick, bumping her erect clit. ‘You think the kind of people we go after carry condoms around with them? You think our enemies care about things like protection?’ He took in his panting student, her pink hair stuck her sweat damp smooth forehead, her face impossibly red, fear and tears pooling in her scared green eyes, and felt a bit of pity for her innocence. ‘They don’t, Sakura.’
His voice was almost soft as he said her name.
But he came to hover over her, dwarfing her completely, and he had to bite back a horrid curse as he pushed in and split her pussy open.
Sakura shrieked so loud his ear drums rang.
Kakashi ignored this. He ignored a lot of things—or he tried to.
How the saltiness of her tears was so potent in the air, he could taste it on his tongue as his lips parted to let out a breathless sound. How her hair tickled at his chest and face as she shook her head fervently in denial while he stretched her tiny hole apart with his thick girth.
How her small breasts pressed into him with her shaky, shallow breath. How her hard little nipples grazed against his on his chest. How tight she was, strangling him.
It was almost impossible for him to move without grunting with effort and shuddering all over.
He wondered if his student’s innate strength extended far behind what she could do with her fists and kicks.
Was this her body resisting?
It could have been. But even despite this, Kakashi managed to push through her tightness until he was buried to the hilt, all nine inches sitting nice and snug in her pussy.
Slowly, carefully, he moved out until he was almost completely out, and then he slid back in.
Repeating this motion, Kakashi found a steady rhythm to follow and started moving inside of her with intent and with noise.
Soon enough, she started loosening up to him, her walls lubricating themselves instinctively.
Now, he pumped in and out of her with ease, his breathing labored but his grunts anything but that of discomfort at her fit, his balls tellingly buzzing and getting heavier and heavier as they smacked wetly against the curve of her ass.
Beneath him, she had found her voice again and started squirming and tugging at her wrists to break free.
'Sensei!’ She cried over the squelching slap of his hips meeting hers. ‘It hurts!’
He glanced down between them to take in where he was penetrating her with shallow thrusts and saw damp redness coating his cock, along with something creamy and frothy.
He couldn’t tell if the evidence of arousal was his or hers or both, married together, tinged slightly pink.
Not that it mattered.
He’d just taken her virginity.
Unbidden, guilt and panic bit at him, one overweighing the other.
If he had known this was her first time, he would’ve prepared her more for this.
His attachment to these sentiment was brief.
He was already inside of her now, buried to the hilt, and her grip on him was formidable.
She was impossibly tight because no-one had been here before.
No-one but him.
This revelation was as nerve wracking as it was overwhelming.
His body responded to it eagerly.
His cock pulsed within her walls as the words flashed in his head.
With a trained, cool face he kept thrusting.
‘I don’t care,' He mumbled, pumping in and out of her with increasing force, flexing his hips strongly. ‘You should be grateful I'm fucking you first instead of tearing you limb to limb right now. Take it, leaf slut.’
‘No!’ She cried, squirming her hips to shy away from his body and deep pounding. ‘Stop! Don't do this! It's enough Sensei! I get it! Please! You can stop no-'
He clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her, muffling her voice as she continued to plead still.
‘I don’t think you do,' He husked. ‘How many times did I say not to call me that. You don’t listen. You don’t learn. This… this will teach you.’
Kakashi kept fucking into her as she cried her heart out.
Sweat started to coat his skin, dampening his gear. He sat up from his hover over her to take his vest and shirt off. He flipped her around onto her hands and knees after swiftly working his pants off before she could protest and try to make a run for it, using her wide hips for leverage as he brought her back and forth into his cock, spearing her from behind.
Her ass rippled with the force of his thrusts, her entire body convulsing and quaking.
The ground was rough, his knees were starting to chafe, but he could only focus on screwing her as deeply as he could.
She let out shrill, breathless sounds, no longer able to string her words together even as she still tried to deny her reality by shaking her head in little jerks, and Kakashi found himself shifting to plant one foot onto the ground so he could hit her deeper and hear more.
Even when she went boneless, he arranged her as he pleased and worked his stiff cock in and out of her tight snatch repeatedly in a growing frenzy, selfishly chasing his impending release.
Sakura twitched to shake her head and whimpered weakly as he pummeled her but remained otherwise unresponsive.
She wasn’t holding herself up on her palms anymore, her face pressed into the ground with her hair blocking his view.
The only thing keeping her up was his damning grip on her hips.
Fuck, Kakashi cursed internally through the cloud in his head, wondering if she was still even awake.
'Say something, ninja whore.' He grunted, adding force to his thrusts so she gasped and jolted every time he slammed into her, deliberately hitting a sensitive, soft spot deep inside. 'Tell me how much you’re enjoying this, tell me how good it feels being pounded by your enemy.’
‘Please…' She mumbled, slurring on her words, mindless and puddle brained.
‘Please what?’ He demanded to know, his voice hoarse and rough.
‘No more…' She said brokenly, shaking her head weakly, fingers curling into the dirt beneath her. ‘I can’t…'
‘You can and you will.’ He told her bluntly, taking on the role of both a stern instructor who only wanted the best for her and the assaulter who was not about to be denied for nothing. ‘Until you can fight me off, I’m the one who makes the rules here.’
Swiftly, Kakashi moved her again and she rolled onto her back like a ragdoll, her head lolling back and forth, eyes bleary and unfocused as she adjusted to the view of the bright morning sky after staring at dirt for so long.
He lifted her limp leg over his shoulder to open her up some more and thrust back in with a shudder and a ragged sigh of pleasure.
His student or not, this being a more unconventional kind of training aside, Kakashi was not about to pretend that his body was immune to things like lust and desire and seeking pleasure.
This was a just a inconvenient convenient situation for him.
It had been a while since he got laid and even longer since he had sex with a virgin.
Of course, all that headiness in his head could not make him forget that things didn’t just end up this way so he could get off.
His pummeling took a brutal, punishing pace this time around, as if he was trying to make a point.
Fight me off… he urged in his head as he groped at his student's bouncing breasts greedily, Fight me off, Sakura.
But she was too weak.
She cried and whimpered and peered down at where his thick nine inches was splitting her open again and again helplessly, no longer trying to get away from him, instead watching and taking it.
Kakashi held back a sigh and resigned himself to today’s fate.
He wouldn’t be getting anything out of her. This was it.
All this pushing and pushing and- nothing.
He had been hard enough to nail a hammer but right now, he felt himself start to grow flaccid inside of her.
He stopped altogether.
It looked like he wouldn’t be getting off today after all.
At her suddenly puzzled and confused look as she sniffled, Kakashi decided to just tell her.
‘I think we should stop here.’ He said with an apologetic look, starting to retrieve his cock and push himself off her.
The reaction he got was not one he expected.
‘No!’ Sakura gasped and shook her head. 'Don’t stop!’
'Sakur-'
She started rolling her hips up to meet his and the words died in his throat in a choked sound.
‘Mmm…’ She mumbled airily, a serene expression gracing her face as her eyes fluttered shut. '… feels so good.’
Kakashi's entire body went tense. His cock also started to swell again, rapidly. He was so hard it hurt.
He wanted nothing more than to start slamming his way into her like she was nothing but fleshweight for him to use.
But this was his student, as harsh as he had been, he didn’t want to break her by pushing her anymore past her limits than he already had.
But maybe he already had. Maybe he had fallen off the deep edge too.
She was begging for it now.
His hips started to thrust, meeting her sensual rolls, obliging to her wishes.
'Fuck,' He grunted, feeling any inch of rationality he had left leave him as he slid in and out of her tight pussy. ‘Sakura…'
Beneath him, she shook her head.
‘Not Sakura…' she said, arching into him beautifully, her entire body impossibly hot. ‘Whore,’
His balls tightened and his guts coiled into a jumbled mess.
‘Fuck.’ He growled as if wounded, his thrusts only getting more forceful even as he managed to bite out. ‘You’re not supposed to give into it… you’re supposed to fight…fight it Sakura, tell me no, tell me you don’t want this, tell me to get off.’
‘Sensei… it feels too good.’
‘Fuck.’ He slumped to hover over her, breathlessly panting into her ears. ‘Sakura… I’m not your sensei. I’m a bad guy, I’m raping you… fight… me.’
She shook her head insistently and her snatch only clung onto him tighter.
‘Sensei, don’t stop, I don’t want you to stop,'
‘Sakura, dammit… Fine.’ He pulled out abruptly, arranged her onto her hands and knees and shoved himself in again, sighing in bliss at being inside her warmth once again and instantly pounding away into her snatch. He could admit it now. She was so amazingly tight, so luxuriously soft and wet, so unlike any other pussy he’d been in, accommodating to him perfectly. ‘If you don’t want me to stop, if you don’t want to fight me off…. I’m gonna keep using you like this. You hear me? I'm gonna keep raping you.’
‘Please… use me, sensei, don’t stop raping me!’
Kakashi kept at it, leaning over her so his front met her feverish back as he reached over to loosen one of her wrists. Just one.
Taking her hand, he guided her touch to her pussy, just above where his cock stretched her.
‘Touch yourself, Sakura.’ He husked, relinquishing his hold on her where she started to get a hang of it. ‘How does that feel?’
She rubbed herself off, her movement clumsy and rushed, just like he expected from a first timer.
‘So good sensei,’ She mumbled, tripping on her words, her hips started to jerk tellingly. ‘I think… I think I’m about to pee!’
‘Yeah?’ He licked his lips, curling a hand around her waist to hold her shaking body in place and cup one of her perky jumping tits in his hand to grope. ‘That means you’re close. You’re gonna come soon.’
Even just saying it had his mind spinning.
‘Sensei-‘
His smoky eyes darkened to pitch black.
'Be a good slut and come for me,'
She arched sharply, erupting into her orgasm with a shrill cry.
‘Sensei!’
Honey thick wetness gushed onto him, derailing him with something carnal as she quivered and clutched at him, almost making him buckle and crumble along with her.
It took him everything he had not to come right then and there.
Instead, he clenched his jaw, steeled himself and fucked her through it.
Grabbing her bouncing ass in his hands, he spread her cheeks apart to get a perfect view of his veiny, dark cock pummeling her tight, pink pussy.
'Did you just come?’ He asked with a note of feigned derision, even though he already knew. She nodded frantically, jolting all over as he kept at driving himself in and out of her despite how hyper sensitive she was. ‘Whore.’
The slur was accompanied by a tight smack to her round, pale, rippling cheek.
She tightened at the moniker and hit just like he knew she would.
His balls thrummed and pulsed with electricity and he knew he this was as far as he could last.
Curling over her small frame and sueezing her tit hard in his hand so that she shut her eyes tightly cried out, Kakashi started slamming into her with a note of urgency and desperation.
‘I’m gonna come inside. Gonna get you pregnant with my babies and keep your for myself.’ He promised, delirious and light headed, breathing heavily into the crook of her neck, the wet smack of him drilling her pussy hard and fast filtering through the rampant roar in his ears. ‘You won’t even want your ninja friends to rescue you would you? You’d just want to stay and be my cocksleeve for the rest of your life, my baby making machine.’
'Yes!’ She panted wantonly, arching and wiggling her hips. ‘Please, knock me up, please… give me your babies and make me a mother!’
Hearing her be so wanton, so obscene, so desperate for it, Kakashi found himself rethinking.
He had been playing a character all this time to make a point, but somewhere along the way, the lines were starting to blur.
From the moment she had come up to him asking to be trained seriously, to this morning when they’d met in the forest, to the moment he started grinding into her behind while she stood there in shock.
Even when he pinned her down, slipped into her and tore past her maidenhead-
He never thought things would go this far.
He didn’t even think he’d get hard. But he did, and when that happened, he didn’t think he would come to mix a lesson with sex. At that point, he hadn’t been so sure he wouldn’t come despite the less than arousing circumstances, so he’d told himself he would pull out and pull onto the dirt or something-
But right now, as his balls tightened tellingly, as his abdomen rippled and caved in, he was far too comfortable inside of her.
He was still in the middle of contemplating when the air was suddenly knocked out of him and he found himself falling flat on his back with a cough and staring up first at the sky, then into bright green eyes.
Her wrists were free, her ripped leggings laying in a useless pile somewhere at his feet and the kunai that had been used to loop the cloth around was now in her hand, pressed to his pulse.
‘I win, Sensei!’ She announces brightly, very much proud of herself, and so was he.
But it wasn’t pride that had his chest expanding, his heart pounding, his balls exploding.
It was too late-
Seeing his student loom over him, a grin of triumph on her damp face, her body still naked with a sheen of sweat and the marks he’d left on her, his cock still buried inside of her pussy-
Kakashi busted the biggest nut of his life and didn’t stop until his student’s flat little belly was bloated and bulging with his come.
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