Happy Crimbo to Ronnykins (ronsmyhero) and all the other ladies at the FC! Everyone else – have great holidays and please excuse the rather...'squishy' word choice in this condensed piece of silly. KakaSaku AU
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Train Wreck
Sakura pitched forward awkwardly as the train jostled and jerked, refusing to let go of the brown paper bag clutched tightly against her chest with both hands. She would have collided into the designer suited business man in front of her and his flashy reptilian briefcase, if it weren't for the gloved hand that snaked around her middle and pulled her back against a broad and muscular chest.
"Thank you." She muttered quietly, squeezing her prize tighter.
His reply was a typically cheerful, "Don't mention it."
She could practically hear the sugar-sweet smirk glazing his voice.
-And then his gloved hand started moving lower, slipping into the snug confines of her winter coat.
"Kakashi!" Sakura hissed, trying to swat him away without accidentally smacking one of the other passengers. It was no use; she was packed too tightly into the tin can of a train like a glorified sardine.
"What?" came the coy reply, "I just can't wait to get you home and see that on you."
His breath was warm on her neck. His lips were ghosting just above the collar of her coat.
"What if someone sees?" she whispered, leaning her neck into his hot, open mouthed kisses.
His warm gloved fingers dipped below the waistband of her skirt and slid down to trace her slit through the thin fabric of her underwear. Sakura couldn't stop the shuddering sigh that escaped her or the involuntary roll of her hips.
"They won't if you're extra quiet..." his fingers pushed their way under her panties.
Mr Reptile-skin-briefcase shot her a concerned look over thin wire-rimmed spectacles.
"Hiccups..." she murmured, in excuse, "...public transport always makes me n-nervous-ahhh..." Her head rolled backwards against Kakashi's collar bone. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from crying out. The rough fabric of her lover's woollen gloves fuelled the burning friction within her, sending static sparks racing up her spine with each lazy grind of his thumb against her throbbing clit.
His silent laughter vibrated right into her chest, "Shh..." he cooed.
"That's easy for you to say, you haven't got my hand stuck down your trousers in a public pla- oh shit...Nnn..." Her eyes fluttered closed as a long fabric sheathed finger pushed past her lips and thrust into her juicy hole.
The people crowded all around her seemed to melt away, all she could focus on was the bubbling pressure low in her abdomen, making her boil with hot need and compelling her to rock her hips against Kakashi's talented fingers. She was already so close. How did he do that?
His thumb ground down harder, and a breathy whimper worked its way past Sakura's lips. Her knees started to buckle as she hurtled towards something white and spectacular.
"Sakura. Cum. Now."
The firm order, growled thickly against the shell of her ear, ripped the orgasm from her. Her head snapped back and her mouth fell open - her fingernails tore through the fragile paper of the bag still grasped tightly against her.
Kakashi slowly extricated his hand, leaving Sakura panting and shaking against his chest.
The train carriage was deathly silent and she was certain that all eyes were currently fixed on her.
She looked down at the torn paper in her hands and the large purple rubber phallus jutting proudly from its shredded confines.
"You know," Sakura sighed keeping her gaze trained on the rigid monstrosity, "I will probably beat you to death with this thing before I fuck you with it."
"I know." Kakashi said with affection.
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AN: hurr...hurr...hurr