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Assistant: Title: Not Made on Earth
        Author: TheSoftAnimal TheSoftAnimal 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: It was easier, when she was younger and removed from his immediate sphere of influence, to ignore how much she resembled her belated parents.  Loud little girls running through the streets, pulling pranks and shouting at the ignorant masses could, with effort, be relegated to the wallpaper of his life.  But now, removed from ANBU and tapped to play Jounin-sensei, in a strange, upside-down parody of Kakashi’s own genin team, Naruto could not be ignored.
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              It was easier, when she was younger and removed from his immediate sphere of influence, to ignore how much she resembled her belated parents.  Loud little girls running through the streets, pulling pranks and shouting at the ignorant masses could, with effort, be relegated to the wallpaper of his life.  But now, removed from ANBU and tapped to play Jounin-sensei, in a strange, upside-down parody of Kakashi’s own genin team, Naruto could not be ignored.
            
        

        
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      Please read the tags and take heed, nothing about this is safe, sane or properly consensual, and in real life this would be a felony.  This is a work of fiction, and does not reflect any real life views or opinions.
    

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          The sun was setting on another warm Konoha evening, the day’s last bright rays slanting through the leaves to cast long shadows on the ground under their feet.  Konoha never really got cold enough for snow, and even in November the weather was still very temperate.  Team seven had been out all day, prepping for the upcoming Chuunin exams, although the genin didn’t know it yet.  Dismissing everyone for the day once they’d begun to lose the light, Kakashi had followed Naruto home like a lost puppy, letting her chatter away about everything and anything that came to mind.  His cheeriest student had soaked up attention like a sponge until she practically glowed with it, eager to please and blushing under his dedicated consideration.  She’d skipped more than walked the whole way, always a pace or two ahead, but moving half-backwards so as to never let him out of her sight, like if she even dared blink for too long, he’d disappear.  Kakashi couldn’t blame her, it wouldn’t be the first time he'd slipped away from one or more of his students the moment their eyes shifted from him. Had to keep them on their toes after all, and Kakashi found no small amount of joy in confounded his precocious, adorable students.Today though, today he had no intentions of discreetly making an exit.  He trailed after Naruto with premeditated deliberation, as opposed to by happy coincidence as he occasionally had in the past.  She may think that he was distracted or following her idly on some bizarre whim, but Kakashi knew better than that where his motivations lay.  It was easier, when she was younger and removed from his immediate sphere of influence, to ignore how much she resembled her belated parents.  Loud little girls running through the streets, pulling pranks and shouting at the ignorant masses could, with effort, be relegated to the wallpaper of his life.  But now, removed from ANBU and tapped to play Jounin-sensei, in a strange, upside-down parody of Kakashi’s own genin team, Naruto could not be ignored.The first thing Kakashi had noticed that day in the academy classroom, when they’d finally met face to face properly, were her eyes, so indescribably blue just as Minato’s had been.  Next of course was her hair, more butter-blonde than any he’d seen before since her father’s passing.  Her face though, that was all Kushina.  So was her spirit, her fire.  She looked and sounded like her father and acted like her mother and in the early days Kakashi couldn’t help but sometimes look at her and feel lost, swimming in bittersweet memories ocean deep.Kakashi grief for Naruto’s parents was old though, the sharp edges worn off but still heavy like rocks tossed about in the tide.  It didn’t take long in her uninhibited presence before he could start to see the shape of Naruto herself, her edges becoming clearer daily as the ghosts that had overlaid her image slowly faded in the daylight.  Naruto shone so bright when she smiled Minato’s smile, and laughed Kushina’s laugh, somehow taking all the inherited bits of two people Kakashi had loved and lost and making them her own, indelibly.  Where Kakashi’s brittle heart had long split open, Naruto had crawled inside and set up her own place squarely between where her parent’s memories lived, both nothing and everything that they had been and more.  She’d forced him wide open, like the freezing and melting of ice in cracked rocks could eventually force entire mountains apart.  He was helpless really, a victim of her special brand of madness, borne ceaselessly along her current and tempered by the weight of the past.No, nothing that Kakashi was setting into motion today was happening by accident.  Falling in love with both his sensei and his sensei’s wife as a young teenager, that was an accident.  He’d spent so much time in those last couple of years together biting back his embarrassing twofold crush to spare himself the mortification of their gentle but inevitable rejection.  He’d never acted on any of his childish desires, content with basking in their casual kindness and affection even, but even holding himself back in self-preservation didn’t mitigate the yawning chasm that losing them had torn into him.Loving Naruto though, that was a vastly different animal entirely, and one that he’d cultivated in himself carefully and deliberately.  He’d begun by seeking out the qualities in her that had drawn him to Minato and Kushina in the first place, and then day by day he’d encouraged himself into an appreciation of all the little pieces of his student that belonged to her alone.  He’d learned to adore her soft heart, her intractability, her persevering determination.  He’d snuck peeks at her with his borrowed Sharingan to memorize all her more subtle details, from the length of her eyelashes to the ragged edges of chewed fingernails.  No one alive could claim to know her intricacies as well as Kakashi did, by his own design.  Just as no one could claim the vividness of her parents’ memory as he could either; a legacy two generations long carved into the meat of his damaged, yearning soul.Naruto had shrugged off her oversized orange jacket at the door and kicked off her shoes into a messy pile as she’d welcomed him in to her dusty, cluttered apartment.  She’d been bouncing on her tiptoes with poorly restrained excitement as she led him into her kitchen.  Here under her buzzing, struggling overhead light, Naruto was resplendent.  She was tiny, underfed and waif-like, almost more personality than any real physical substance, the sunshine waterfall of her long hair her pride and joy.  Kakashi had perched awkwardly on her only well-loved kitchen chair, tossing his flak jacket over the back as he settled in to watch intently as she prepped tea for them both.  She chattered along like a magpie, all noise and no significance as she scrambled inelegantly onto the counter to fetch her little-used teapot and cups from a higher shelf, only to clamber off again to brew and serve with more gusto than manners.Naruto hums when she cleans, Kakashi noticed, committing the knowledge to his carefully curated mental file on the girl.  She couldn’t carry a tune even like this, her chosen melody off-key and unrecognizable to anyone other than her, but that didn’t stop him from being charmed.  Watching her wash and rinse their used teacups before setting them on the drying board, Kakashi regarded Naruto with the sort of focus that was sharper than a razor’s edge despite his casual demeanor; elbows on her tiny tabletop and chin propped up on folded hands, eye’s half lidded.  Like this, in only her form-fitting white tank top and black mini-shorts, Naruto practically glowed in the low light, all bared arms and legs from toe-tip to torso.  She was bewitching now, but she’d be absolutely stunning one day, Kakashi acknowledged, once puberty came to her fully and she left the ugly-duckling awkwardness of being barely thirteen years old behind.  Both her parents were attractive people, and Naruto had not lost out on that genetic lottery, bright-eyed and tempting even with the shadow of unpolished youth still upon her.  She might always be small and delicate, a lifetime of poor nutrition and failure to thrive, but the slant of her cheekbones was regal, and held as much emerging promise as the growing curve of her hips, and the blossoming of her plush new br@@sts did.The death-God take him here and now, Kakashi desperately wanted to chew his way through an unsuspecting Naruto’s shirt to get his mouth on the delicate morsels of her perfect little t@ts.  He’d spent their entire teatime admiring the way the fabric of her flimsy tank, worn so thin by repeated washings as to be nearly transparent, allowing the cheeky shadow of her rosebud nipples to peek through.  He’d almost swallowed his tongue entirely mid-sentence more than once, distracted by the way the perky flesh practically danced for him alongside Naruto’s energetic gesticulating, as she was unrestrained by a bra.  Naruto never wore a bra actually, Kakashi slowly realized.  In fact, it was very possible that she didn’t even own a single one.  Kakashi should take her shopping sometime, be a good sensei and treat his favorite girl to some pretty underthings. Purely in the interest of helping her, of course.  Who else would take the time to show her how a woman dressed?  And if Kakashi found any more personal enjoyment out of the exercise, well, who could blame him.The mental image of Naruto clad in in nothing but a baby doll and matching panties, delicate lace only barely obscuring her mouth-watering t@ts and smooth little sn@tch set Kakashi shifting uncomfortably in his seat with suppressed arousal.  He wondered, feeling nearly manic with the temptation, if he peeled off her shirt, would her nipples be as blush pink as her lips?  Maybe they’d even be the same pink as her fresh, untouched p@ssy before he ruined it, painting her most vulnerable flesh the flushed red and sticky white of satisfied l@st.  The filthy, sordid thoughts drove him to his feet, silently stalking the girl like prey, yanking his mask down under his chin while sliding in behind her as she set the clean teapot aside and shut off the tap. Kakashi gave her no opportunity to turn around or flee, boxing her stomach-first into the edge of the sink with his taller, stronger body.  His adult hands were so large on her small hips that his longest fingers nearly met each other low on her belly, his fingertips skimming bare flesh where the edge of her shirt had ridden up.  She let out a small, surprised noise like the squeak of a mouse, her still wet hands clutching at Kakashi’s wrists in confusion, dampening the skin of his forearms where he’d pushed his long sleeves up.“Sensei…”  Naruto asked, sharp-toned but unsteady, uncertain.  “What are you doing?”  She craned her neck, trying to meet his eyes, but Kakashi leaned further in, nearly draping himself on her shoulders to murmur into the delicate shell of her ear.“I’m holding you, Naruto.  Don’t you like it?”  Kakashi himself liked it very much, especially the shiver his warm breath across her skin induced.“I guess, I mean it’s nice and all, but I don’t understand why you want to, Sensei.”  His title was almost a whine on her lips, thin and nervous where she squirmed in bewilderment.  Kakashi could feel the coiled tension in her, a reluctance to relax, prepping instead for fight-or-flight.  That wouldn’t do at all.“Hmm, you were so lovely there, sweetheart, taking such good care of me.  You’ve been such a good, welcoming host for your dear old Sensei, how else could I repay you?”  Kakashi breathed his words into the curve of her neck.  He wasn’t a bulky man, but he still dwarfed her petite frame, wrapped around her like a shroud.  She was so warm and tiny in his arms, bird-boned and trembling for him.  He could feel her heart racing they were pressed together so close, but she didn’t smell sour-sick of fear, so he continued, letting his fingertips trace the small strip of bare skin nonchalantly, hoping she’d enjoy the sensual touch.“P-pay me back?  Sensei, what for?”  Naruto’s usual bravado was giving way to confusion, but she wasn’t struggling in his arms or pushing him away, accepting all his touches even if she didn’t understand them.  Kakashi couldn’t stop a soft chuckle from escaping, darkly thrilled for the opportunity to teach his diminutive genin a new kind of lesson.“Mmm, yes sweetheart.  You’re always such a good girl for Sensei, working so hard in training, inviting me over for tea.  Maybe I just want to do something nice for you, too.”  Naruto’s whisker-scarred cheek was burning hot with her blush where it rested beside his own, and Kakashi definitely hadn’t missed the way her breath had hitched when he called her good.  It wasn’t even a lie, he’d certainly never been invited to Sakura or Sasuke’s homes, and Naruto did work harder than both her teammates combined, although that was mostly down to stamina, as Naruto could keep going long after the other kids were exhausted and done.  Kakashi allowed himself a moment to savour the notion that the fabled Uzumaki energy would carry over into s@x.  Gods help him, Kakashi desperately wanted to know, ready to work his tongue clean off lapping for hours at her cherry little cl@t if it meant finding out exactly what it would take to finally wear the girl out; leave her f@ck-dumb and splayed out sloppy and loose in his bed.“You think… I’m a good girl?”  Naruto’s heart was rabbit-fast, but she was starting to untense, relaxing back into him, the death grip she’d had on his wrists easing into something more like an affectionate hold.  Kakashi’s heart sang in response, kicking his blood up, pulse pounding a victory march in both his eardrums and his eager c@ck, caught tight between their bodies and caged behind his zipper.“Naruto, honey… you are my best girl, and Sensei wants to be so, so good to you, too.”  Bringing his left hand up to cup her jaw, Kakashi coaxed Naruto’s head to turn towards him, tipping his own face to catch her lips in a deep, wet kiss.  Her first, if he wasn’t mistaken by the hesitance and lacking technique, and the knowledge burned l@st-bright and hot in his gut.  The angle was bad, him hovering over her shoulder and her twisted halfway around, but he was able to lick the taste of tea from her soft lips and cautious tongue, treasuring her muffled whimpers and unpracticed nips.  They stayed that way, hungry mouths moving together for several minutes, him easing her into the give and take motions of good kissing, letting their tongues meet over and over with filthy promise.  Her right hand almost surprised him, coming up to grip roughly into the hair at his nape, pulling his lips to hers again and again, like she was afraid he’d try to leave.  His hand guiding her face was so large it covered half her jaw and a lot of her neck, arched to maintain their kisses, and he couldn’t resist tracing the line of it down, over her collarbone, to cradle the modest swell of her left breast.  She was a smaller but no less delectable handful than Kakashi was used too, and he couldn’t resist teasing the budding nipple with purposeful swipes of his thumb.  Braless and bare as she was beneath the worn cotton of her shirt, she responded so beautifully to his teasing that her nipple plumped up for his gluttonous fingers almost immediately.“Sensei!” Naruto broke the ongoing kiss to gasp against Kakashi’s lips, sharing breath in that small, intimate space, both their mouths wet and red with their mutual ardor.  “Sensei, I don’t… ooooooh…”  Whatever objection the girl might have had was interrupted by a low, pretty moan as Kakashi switched from caressing to pinching and plucking at her nipple.  Naruto made such lovely little noises in the back of her throat as Kakashi pressed butterfly kisses to the line of her neck and shoulder, switching his attentions from her left breast to her right until both were swollen and tight with arousal.  Naruto shuddered and moaned in his arms, alternating between pressing her chest into Kakashi’s greedy hand, and attempting to rock her hips, searching for a friction denied by Kakashi’s still tight one-handed grip.  As gorgeous as she was like this though, wanton with her newfound desire, Kakashi wanted more.  He stilled his left hand, shifting it down onto her midriff, broad palm covering most of her stomach, thumb tucked up between the twin swells of her br@@sts to pin her back against his chest and hold her still, ignoring Naruto’s unhappy whine at the sudden lack of stimulation.  She was so sensitive, he wondered idly if he’d be able to make her come someday with only his fingers and mouth on her impeccable t@ts.  Something to try in the future, Kakashi thought, already anticipating the naughty experiment.  He also wondered, as he gripped her tight and close, reveling in the sensation of her pressed against him, if she had noticed his heavy erection digging into the curve of her lower back.Wondered if she’d ever been taught enough to know what to expect if she did, if someone had explained to her properly how a man’s hunger differed from her own female appetites.  Wondered if she could even fathom all the terrible, beautiful things he wanted to do to her, with nothing but his brutal tongue, hands, and c@ck.“That felt so nice Sensei, why’d you stop?”  Petulant, Naruto let her head thump back against Kakashi’s sternum, frustrated even as her hand curled over his, lacing their fingers together affectionately.  He muffled his amused laugh in her hair, as his right hand released her hip only to go to work on her shorts, undoing both button and fly.  Naruto went almost unnaturally still against him, fighting what Kakashi was sure was a sudden tide of nervousness.  “Kakashi-sensei, what are you doing now?”Humming into her fragrant hair, Kakashi pondered his response for a moment, all the while pushing at the rough canvas of Naruto’s shorts until they finally eased over her hips and slithered down her legs, pooling at her feet in a puddle of black.  Naruto’s breath kicked up a notch, creeping back into nervous from aroused, but she didn’t move to stop Kakashi or try to escape.  Her hands remained, left holding his, and right raised up and curled around the back of his neck, still leaning her weight into him despite her uncertainty.  Spurred on by her trust, he didn’t stop his wandering hand from drifting lower over top of her simple white panties to touch Naruto where she was the hottest, slipping his hand between her thighs and cupping over her sweet p@ssy.  His fingers brushed the damp spot between her legs where her arousal had already wet the fabric, tracing the seam of her c@nt with a single, gentle fingertip.In his arms, Naruto gasped and wriggled, unsure if she wanted to press into the touch or pull away.  She was so sensitive here too, Kakashi couldn’t help his own groan.  He teased her a bit more, running his fingertips along her entire slit, enjoying the way she grew wetter with every pass.  When her hitching little breaths became proper moans, he finally allowed himself to shift up, dragging his damp fingers one last time along her c@nt until they found the tiny button of her cl@t, barely peeking out between her lips and hidden shyly under demure white cotton.  He felt more than heard Naruto’s gasp, her heart kicking against her ribs, blood racing for him as he rubbed gently at the tiny nub with just the tips of two fingers.  He found a rhythm that was steady, back and forth, less pressure than he’d usually use on a lover, but even his tenderest of attentions seemed to be enough to drive Naruto mad.  She was flushed, sweat-slicked and rocking into his meticulous touch, sobbing out noises of pleasure that were steadily climbing in volume and pitch as her @rg@sm crept closer.  Kakashi was very tempted to go harder and faster, to bully Naruto’s timid, untested p@ssy into a gut-wrenching climax as fast as he could get her there, just so he could luxuriate in her gratification sooner, but this was her first time, and he strangled the urge to rush the experience.  He could be kind and patient the first time, knowing that her bliss would be all the sweeter for the waiting.Kakashi held to a steady pace, lovingly guiding Naruto’s untried body toward the pinnacle waiting for her.  After minutes so long they felt like hours, Naruto eventually tumbled apart in his arms, hips rolling into his still-moving digits as her pleasure finally peaked and broke.  She clutched him so close it almost hurt, sobbing his name as her body jerked in rapturous waves.  The play of ecstasy across her lovely, upturned face was worth every scrap of patience he’d mustered, and he couldn’t resist planting a sucking kiss to her parted lips, feeling her ragged breaths against his mouth as he did.  Beneath the fingers still massaging her cl@t, he could feel the cloth dampen, the evidence of her satisfaction anointing her thighs and soaking her underwear to the point that the material clung to the supple skin beneath, squelching dirtily with every motion of his hand.  Kakashi was absolutely not complaining about either the feel or the view he currently had, gazing down the line of Naruto’s heaving body to watch himself continue to pleasure her.  He’d been waiting to ease up for the moment the sensations had tipped over into overstimulated and uncomfortable, wanting to draw out her first @rg@sm as long as he could manage to for her.  Somehow though Naruto’s hungry body had sailed right past that point of overworked agony and was back into aroused, her stuttering hips searching for the friction she needed, begging without words for another chance to come hard once again on his fingers.If the first @rg@sm had been a gentle introduction to the experience of pleasure, the second one was shaping up to be quick and dirty.  Kakashi increased the pressure and speed of his motions, the soaked fabric clinging to the engorged bud under his busy hand, watching Naruto’s face to gauge her continued enjoyment.  A few more firm rubs were rewarded by tiny mewling cries, and then he shifted tactics.  His fingers curled under her cl@t, hooked fingertips digging firmly into the sopping fabric-covered flesh and pulling her p@ssy towards him, using the counterweight of her own body to trap the sensitive seed of her pleasure between the underlying pubic bone and the unforgiving strength of his well-trained hand.  Like suddenly flipping a switch to connect a circuit, Naruto was coming again much harder than before, thrashing like the pleasure was lighting up her bones and running liquid in her veins.  Her keening was shrill and high as she bucked, head tossing and back arching, driving her soft, tender p@ssy harder onto Kakashi’s unyielding hand, prolonging the intense @rg@sm for an endless, stretched-out moment.When Naruto finally slumped back into his possessive clutch, Kakashi figured she was done.  She appeared to be totally spent, panting and so loose-limbed she was barely upright on her own power.  Kakashi was reaching his limit to, his untouched c@ck was aching for his own release, and he was hoping he’d at least be able to jerk himself off before he helped her clean up.  He’d barely moved his hand away from the apex of her thighs before Naruto had caught it with her own, pushing his fingers back into place, shoving him rudely where she wanted him the most.  “M’ not done yet, sensei.  Keep going.”  She said breathlessly, tipping her head back to smile at him through her ruffled bangs.  Kakashi laughed out loud this time, utterly smitten with the insatiable creature in his arms.“Yes, dear, whatever my little dove desires.”  Kakashi sassed back, splaying his hand over her mound, three fingers seeking out her ravenous cl@t.  Once he found it, he got back to work, using a much firmer touch than before and stroking her in tight, brisk circles, pausing occasionally to switch directions to really make her legs tremble.  If the previous @rg@sms had come relatively quickly, this one seemed to build forever, edging higher and higher slowly but unerringly.  Kakashi thanked a lifetime of practicing hand seals for the stamina that stopped his active hand from cramping or slowing down.  Naruto sighed, overtaken by her continued euphoria.  Smiling contentedly, she reclined fully back into his embrace, trusting in the support of his strong arms, her faith a splendid gift Kakashi would never refuse.  She moved her hips in counterpoint to him, the pair of them working together seamlessly, completely dedicated to coaxing her bliss to the surface once again.  When the @rg@sm finally arrived, it washed over her smooth but devastating, spreading through her undulating body like lapping waves against the welcoming shore. The throaty moan she let out was echoed in Kakashi’s voice too as he rutted his own throbbing need into Naruto’s shuddering form.  This @rg@sm seemed to be deeper and more decadent than her previous ones, stretching on for long, sticky-sweet minutes before finally fading away, Naruto settling back into the cradle of Kakashi’s body. He let his hand ease off her, bringing it to rest tucked between Naruto’s sopping thighs, enfolding her soaked and still-twitching p@ssy with his large palm as if to protect it from some unknown harm while he cuddled his drowsing student close.Even while rejoicing in Naruto’s come-drunk, satiated closeness, Kakashi was on the knife-edge of his own completion, held back by only his hard-won self-control.  He groaned into Naruto’s slender nape, strung out by his denied release.  They were both sweaty, bodies hot and tacky where they were pressed together, and the whole kitchen smelled like the salty tang of enviably good s@x.  Naruto was resting and catching her breath, beloved and alive against his own straining body, her hair in his face and her skin under his mouth.  His c@ck twitched, flexing painfully against his fly, and Kakashi groaned again, overwhelmed by his need.  He was almost fit to burst as it was, and he hadn’t even gotten his zipper down yet.  Having been delayed so long, Kakashi feared that actually achieving his impending @rg@sm might honestly kill him, although he couldn’t say he’d die upset, considering.“Sensei…”  Naruto mumbled; her face tipped down and obscured by the messy fall of her horribly rumpled hair.  “You should feel good too, right?”  She stated quietly but very matter-of-factly, like they stood in Naruto’s ugly kitchen and gave each other @rg@sms every day. Kakashi couldn’t stop his bemused snort, snuffling into what was left of Naruto’s unsalvageable pigtails.“I’m going to, sweetheart.  Right now, in fact.”  Kakashi promised, committing himself to action without further hesitation.  He fought a losing battle for a moment, trying to shove Naruto’s ruined panties down one-handed, the drenched fabric clinging stubbornly in place and reluctant to let go of her with his other hand long enough to accomplish the task in case her still-shaky legs didn’t hold.  The girl took pity on him though and helped, and within seconds the sodden material joined her shorts on the floor with a moist plop, where she clumsily stepped out of them and then kicked both out of the way.  Kakashi moved his free hand to pop his button and fly, and almost stumbled when Naruto peeled his other arm off her waist.  He was confused and momentarily hurt by the apparent rejection before he realized that Naruto just needed the space to tug her shirt up and off, tossing it in the direction of the rest of her clothes before she reached up to tug out her ruined pigtails.  Set free, the thick spill of her hair ran like a river of gold almost to her knees.  With experienced hands, she twisted up the heavy tresses so she could drape it out of the way over her shoulder, the blonde strands sticking to the sweat-damp skin of her freshly bared belly and br@@sts.  Kakashi couldn’t stop himself from quickly uncovering the Sharingan just long enough so he could capture the memory of the first time he saw Naruto naked forever.With both hands unencumbered and miles of nude skin so tantalizingly close, it was the work of a moment for Kakashi to finally free his c@ck, moaning as he did so.  He allowed himself three short strokes to ease the ache of being confined for so long before he was reeling Naruto back in, sprawling himself back into the kitchen chair as he dragged her into his lap, not even bothering to undress himself any further.  She yelped in surprise as she was tucked right back up into him again, only this time she sat astride Kakashi’s athletic thighs, her short legs spread outside of his own, cradled close so he could have the best view down the length of her body to where his thick c@ck protruded obscenely from between her legs.  Sat as she was, her whole weight was bearing down on his erection, the wet split of her dripping c@nt drenching his entire length.  A bit of maneuvering and one good thrust and Kakashi knew that he could fill that virgin p@ssy right up, carve Naruto’s fresh, unused c@nt into a perfect haven for his d@ck.  Not today, though.  Today he didn’t have the patience to give Naruto the sweetness a scrumptious girl like her deserved the first time she welcomed a man into her body. Driven almost blind with need, Kakashi sunk his blunt teeth into the bare curve of Naruto’s shoulder, ignoring her pained gasp.  She was light enough it wasn’t hard to manipulate her body one-handed, thrusting his hips and pulling her back into him so he could f@ck her so close to where his hungry c@ck really wanted to be buried.Catching on quick, Naruto reached for Kakashi, right hand threading back into his hair like she had before to hold his teeth in her flesh, left hand guiding his to help her fondle her neglected t@ts.  His free hand went back home to its favorite place between her legs, this time to press his c@ck firmer to the seam of her c@nt.  She was so wet, had slicked up the gap at the junction of her thighs so good, that Kakashi was able to thrust wetly right into the newly made space between his own palm and Naruto’s ripe c@nt, teasing her lips, and nudging her still- swollen cl@t with every pass.  The @rg@sm gathered along his spine like the lightening he wielded in battle, poised to ignite inside him, and then Naruto wailed and fell unexpectedly headfirst into a fourth climax of her own.  She came with such force she soaked his lap, evidence of her pleasure dripping all the way to the floor.  The feel of her satisfied c@nt clenching and gushing along the length of Kakashi’s straining c@ck was euphoric, and then he was gone too, a veritable thunderstorm of exquisite agony crackling under his skin as his teeth dug deep enough into her shoulder to bleed. Kakashi bucked once so hard he almost unseated Naruto, his desperate hand pressing the pulsing, throbbing length of his c@ck tight to her still quivering p@ssy to draw out their last bits of available pleasure, only vaguely aware that the hand in question was soaked with the evidence of both of their enjoyment.  Slumping back into the ominously creaking chair as the last waves ebbed and died, Kakashi couldn’t help laughing a bit, feeling delightfully f@ck@d out and a bit twitterpated by the gorgeous girl in his lap.  He wiped his wet palm on his thigh and gathered Naruto closer, sweeping her hair out of the way and shifting her pliable form to sit sideways on his lap so he could tip her chin up and kiss her again.  She sighed into his mouth, leaning in and cupping his bare jaw with one delicate hand to hold him in place to be kissed repeatedly.  Naruto really seemed to love the act, Kakashi mused as he stroked his hand languidly along her flank, relishing the contrast of his callous-roughed palms over her sumptuous, unmarked curves. Next time he got her alone he’d be sure to indulge her thoroughly.  Maybe they could waste an afternoon on his old, squashy couch in the time-honoured tradition of making out, pawing each other, and rutting over their clothes like the adolescent she was and that he’d never really gotten to be.  When Naruto’s enthusiasm eventually slowed, she pulled back to breathe, pecking one last closed-mouth kiss to his full bottom lip. Kakashi delights then in her starstruck gaze and stunned gasp as she takes in the sight of his naked, maskless face for the first time.“Sensei is so handsome!”  Naruto coos, grinning wildly and tracing his exposed chin with fingertips that are thrilled by their new discovery.Kakashi laughs again, helplessly captivated by the slender, alluring nymph currently wriggling in his lap, nipping playfully at her fingers as they curiously explore the shape of his lips.  “You’re absolutely perfect, sweetheart.” He tells her, meaning with the deepest of sincerity every single word.As he stands and sweeps Kushina and Minato’s giggling daughter up into his arms to carry her into the bathroom, Kakashi contemplates what it would take to convince Naruto to let him get to his knees and eat out her luscious little p@ssy in the shower. “When we f@ck-and we do f@ck, frequently-there is some-thing about her skin, about the way we fit into each other, that it is as if I'm inside out, touching myself.  There is something between us not made on Earth.”― A.M. Homes, The End of Alice'
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