Icha Icha Seduction
By Ymir-chan
Disclaimer: yes, I own everything here.
Second Disclaimer: I am so deluding myself. –sigh-
Summery- He reads the new Icha novel. It's about a Kunoichi named Sakura seducing her Sensei, and Kakashi is uncertain and aroused as events play out just like in the book with his own Sakura.
Summery 2- Sakura uses Icha to Seduce Kakashi. She wrote what she wanted to show him, and now the copy-nin gets to pant over her in a book while fighting for control as she delivers the goods with a sultry smirk.
I couldn't decide which one I liked best, but it can't hurt to put both on here. Hope you enjoy every little bit. I haven't written an M rated story in a while. It has very slight Sakura/Naruto and Sakura/Neji. You'll see how slight in this chapter, so don't worry, it wont be no triangle. Sakura has her heart set on a naked Kakashi. –drools- oh the imagery.
Warning! This story will contain adult content and in the future, a lemon. It will also contain a man hitting his head against walls in the attempt to keep his hands to himself. It's so fun to tease him.
Italics are most likely always going to be from Icha Icha Seduction, the book in the story. So you're going to get to read the book. How awesome is that?
Chapter One
She Gets What She Wants
"I can't believe you're doing this. Really, if you wanted the man, than you should be more forwards with him, give him some hints. This seems a bit cowardly to me."
"The man is a genius ninja and can see through anything, but he is an idiot rivaled to Naruto when it comes to women. Real woman. So can you help me out here? I can't do it without you."
The two women faced off in a dimly lit room well past midnight. One woman was begging, hands clasped and lips pouting as the other stood tall and slightly disturbed.
"I don't know why you'd go so far. Why can't he be addicted to chocolate or something? I'd be glad to throw you in a tub of chocolate and wrap you up in a bow for him. But no, the man has to be odder than sin."
"Can we please stick to the point here? I'm not asking much of you, barley anything, just a hand in the cards, so to speak. Any ways, I'm the one who has to model for that other one." The stern woman shuddered, mentally shaking off any visuals. Of the man.
"If this works, than at least I'll have him off my back for a while, and a woman other than me in a book." The last part was mumbled, barely catching the younger woman's attention.
"What was that last part?" She inquired, slanting the other woman with a vicious grin. "Did I just hear you admit to it?" The older woman bristled at her mistake.
"I wouldn't be grinning like that, missy. You're about to be one too, you know." She just kept grinning, to her irritation.
"I think he likes you. Why don't you go out or something?"
"That old toad is a playboy kind of fool. He will never change and I can't stand him." The older woman's ears burned with indignation and embarrassment. She could like the man, if only he didn't get on her nerves.
"Yah, yah, all men hop in the same direction. So he has a few bad qualities, so does every one. But I think he gets a few points for still holding something for you all these years." She lifted her eyebrow suggestively. Seeing the other's crossed arms and red face, she dropped her grin and sighed. "Look, if you help me, than I'll help you. Deal?"
She held out her hand and the older woman glared at it, hesitating.
"Don't expect me to be any sort of lenient if he tries anything. I'll blast him clear to sand if he does." She took the offered and shook it firmly. The young woman smirked.
"I wouldn't ask it of you. I think he likes it like that anyways. I think that has great potential." She grimaced as the woman clenched her hand in a crushing grasp. Her face was burning again, outraged that she would imply such a thing. "Just be careful not to crush anything vital with that grip of yours."
The shock had the vice lock on her hands to lessen a fraction, enough to slip out and jump to the window sill. "See you tomorrow night, Tsunade, and careful not to break anything. Thanks!" She jumped out the window and disappeared in a swirl of petals.
Tsunade came out of her shock and leaned out the window. "Sakura!" She belted out into the night, but the kunoichi was gone, leaving a heaving Hokage screaming indignantly out the window.
XxX
"How long will it take to write this?" Sakura asked. The toad sannin flipped through the neatly ordered and carefully stapled stack of papers in his hands. He hummed and nodded over parts and grinned over others.
Sakura waited patiently at the table they were at, Tsunade, refusing to be anywhere near her or the man across from her, stood rigidly by the door. Jiraiya scanned over every page so professionally; it was a bit disconcerting to see him so focused. He flipped over some parts as he reached the climax, scanned it, than continued until the last page.
The stack of papers was mainly the story summarized by each chapter and critical details. It was up to Jiraiya to actually make it into a story and write all the fillers. Sakura would have written it herself, but she wasn't the best at story telling, and knew next to nothing about physical activities.
He tapped the papers back in order and laid them down on the table. He crossed his knuckles under his chin setting his eyes on hers. "It's a good story. I think I can do it in about a month or two."
"That's good." She inwardly danced. Maybe this wouldn't be so difficult, she thought.
"But," His cool gaze stretched lecherously as he looked her up and down. "To give me a better picture, I might have to get a better look."
Tsunade growled across the room and Jiraiya grinned at her. "I have that covered." Sakura replied before either grown children could start a fight. "I know you have some drawings in your books and when you need one, I'll get you a picture of myself however you need me."
He returned his attention back to Sakura and slapped the table with a hearty laugh. "You've got this all figured out, don't you? Well, not any picture will do. You'll have to come to me so I can get you how I want, other wise it wouldn't come out right." Sakura gagged to herself at the innuendo, but didn't object. She would have knocked the man about herself if she didn't need this favor from him.
"I will do what I can, but no complete nudes. It is seduction, after all. You'll have to use your imagination for that."
He leaned back in his chair and stroked his chin considering. His eyes shifted from one woman to the next. "Alright then, I'll do it. By what I've read so far, I don't think I will have to change anything, but I will be sure to notify you if it comes up. Now, about our payment," He was grinning like a fool again and Sakura held up her arm defensively to stop Tsunade from jumping on him.
"I can pay you for your services, and the price of two books. Also, if you keep yourself in line and control yourself, I'll even let you keep three of the pictures." She leaned against the table and held out her hand to shake. Jiraiya, though, sat back against the chair and shrugged his shoulders.
"This is still an awfully big job, and I get plenty of money on the other book sales. I want all the pictures, doubles of course so you can keep some too."
"Four."
"All of them."
"Five."
"Plus the doubles and negatives."
"No way! You can't raise the price like that. What do you need all those pictures for?"
He shrugged. "I'm the one you want to write your book. And a few pictures will barely fill the pages of your album."
"What album?"
"I have picture albums of all the beautiful women." He pulled out a three inch album from a large shelf and opened it up. It was filled more than halfway of various pictures of Sakura in all sorts of various times. From fifteen to present, Sakura saw her last six years documented in photos. Her mouth fell open and Sakura didn't even try to stop Tsunade from cracking her fist over the pervert's skull.
"Any ways," She cleared her throat and Jiraiya pulled himself back onto his seat, rubbing the swelling lump on his head. "I'll pay you for the price of writing it and two books, and if you behave professionally, then I'll let you keep half the pictures of your choice. Before you argue, the book should be long enough that you'll be able to put twenty to twenty-five pictures or more. I think that's plenty enough to fill about seven or so pages in your dirty spy albums. Is it a deal?"
She held out her hand again and waited for him to shake it. "You shouldn't be giving the dirty old man anything, especially for a sick hobby like his." Tsunade grumbled irritably in the corner. Sakura ignored her.
"Well, since Tsunade doesn't like it, then I guess we have a deal." He grabbed her small hand in his large one and shook hard, shaking Sakura around in her seat. She righted herself and rubbed her thrumming hand.
"Great, thank you for doing this for me. It means a lot."
He flipped his hand, shaking off her gratitude. "It's nothing, don't worry about it. I would do anything for a beautiful woman like yourself."
"At a brutal price."
"A man has to eat and be happy. I may be getting the better deal now, Sakura, but if this works out, then you'll have more than I ever will." His hearty smirk dimmed and his sad, sincere smile broke her heart. Even Tsunade shrunk quietly into the corner, refusing to look at the man's broken look. It only made Sakura want to hook them up even more.
"Ok then," She stood up and smacked her palm on the table top, effectively snapping everyone out of the depressing tension. "You know where to find me if you need anything. I'll be seeing you and hope you make this one your best ever. Hot, heavy, and seductive; make him need and crave me."
"I'll make it so he can't even sleep without you. He won't know what hit him."
XxX
He was going crazy, bonkers, ludicrous, and being unreasonable. He had morals to uphold, and dignity. He had a very large, killer electric line which he refused to try and cross. It was right there, with no trespassing signs and evil little rabid rats snarling at him. He knew what was right and the other side of the line was wrong. She was across that line, way far away over the line.
But Sakura was making it very difficult to even keep his mind relatively clean. Dirty thoughts were getting his ass kicked, literally and physically.
And she was beating the crap out of him for his trip in la la land.
"Come on Kakashi, you're not even trying."
Oh, he was trying alright, but that damned short kimono of hers was to damned distracting.
She had started wearing the short kimono a few years back, when ever she wasn't in ANBU uniform, and it was driving him crazy. Dark, hot red with sleeves reaching a little past her elbows, the bottom ends circling her mid-thigh. There was just a long, white, red tipped sash instead of an obi holding it closed. It was as strong and durable as leather, but soft and feminine as silk. There was light weight chain mesh underneath it, peaking out from the 'v' at her neck. With every kick and flip, Kakashi never missed a peak at her black skin tight mini shorts underneath it. She had knee high boots with metal shin guards latched onto them and her shuriken holster wrapped around her bare, luscious leg.
His groan, thankfully, was covered up by a kick to the ribs, cracking a few in the process.
Sakura was an elite kunoichi, top medic-nin and master of inhuman strength and astounding chakra control. Her shoulder blade length hair was tied in a high ponytail and her Konoha headband tied strait across her forehead, her sign of being a true ninja.
"If you don't try harder, then you'll have more than a few crushed ribs. I'll aim for your face next time."
That got him focused. He wanted to cover his face with his hands when he thought of the last time Sakura had went for his nose. He could count on both his hands and one toe how many times she had broken it. She fixed it for him of course, but that doesn't make up for the trauma.
The massive blood loss, the headache, the fact that he could almost see up his nose because it was bent so far up…the loose appendage bouncing about his face like a rubbery dead 'thing'.
He shuddered.
He pulled himself together and ducked her second strike to his face, rolling across the grass to put some space between them.
It was just a taijutsu fight, and both Kakashi and Sakura were evenly matched. Sakura was stronger than him, and could crush bones with one strike, but Kakashi was the faster one, and was able to evade most of her hits.
They met, at the least, once a week to train together, an idea Sakura came up with. She couldn't train with Tsunade all the time, and no one else could take a punch quite like he could, if she hit him.
That's how she put it.
Over the years of watching her grow into a stronger woman, Kakashi found himself having to actually put most his effort into their spars. Her taijutsu was top notch and her genjutsu was difficult to counter.
And it was only recently that he found himself disturbingly distracted. Which is the cause of every broken nose.
You'd think he'd learn after the first time, but every time after that, his eyes would unconsciously stray and he'd find another bone broken.
Kakashi decided to put the blame solely on the new release of Icha Icha Seduction. Instead of the usual character, Kenichi, it now stared a savvy, delicious kunoichi named Sakura and how she teases and enchants her older teacher, which he has no name except for Sensei.
He had found the book on his doorstep with a letter from Jiraiya which only had the word 'enjoy' written on it. After reading the first few pages, Kakashi realized the character 'Sakura' looked and acted like his own former student.
It was against his reading morals to peak ahead of a book, but Kakashi was fairly certain that all the other graphic drawings would look like the gorgeous woman whom he was currently sparing against.
And those very revealing pictures only made him wonder if Sakura actually looked like that with stripped clothing and a pouting mouth.
He cursed the old pervert. Kakashi knew the old man had done this on purpose, hence why he had gotten the novel as a gift. He had never noticed nor been attracted to Sakura until he saw what was written on those pages. Now he couldn't stop looking or wondering.
"Ok, Kakashi-sensei, time's up." Her voice snapped him out of another daze and he was thankful for the lack of broken bones as she crouched on one knee and wiped her face free of moisture. She smirked up at him and winked playfully. "You did better this time and only lost focus twice. Give me a minute and I'll fix the damage." He idly poked at his broken ribs as she let out an exhausted breath.
He had a nice view of creamy thigh before it reached the stretchy black shorts underneath.
Sakura pulled up to stand, -Kakashi mourned the loss of sight- when she stumbled over her clumsy leg and cried out in a sexy, soft mew. Reverting his gaze to her face, Kakashi quickly caught her arm to help her support her weight off her leg.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Sakura tried to shake her leg but winced and pulled it back to hang at a limp. "I just pulled a muscle when I stood." She leaned her hip against his as a crutch as she used both hands to massage her upper thigh. Kakashi tried to ignore the lecherous thoughts as her body pushed against his and her hands slowly hiked her skirt up to her hips.
The scenario was almost familiar, like a far off déjà vu. It was like something he'd seen in a movie or book, something that eventually led to clothes dropping. The answer was just barley escaping him when she turned her back to him and lay against his chest. "Sensei? I need you to put my leg on your shoulder as I bend backwards." She had tilted her head up to look him in the eye, her innocent emerald eyes looking anything but sweet, more like tempting.
Kakashi almost jerked backwards at her simple words. That phrase and position, her sultry look jolted the floating memory into focus. This was all too familiar; the injured student, the pleading eyes, the sexy legs, and the innocent plea coupled with the unsuspecting Sensei in a provocative position.
It was in the first chapter of Icha Icha Seduction.
He couldn't remove his focus from her soft exposed skin. Legs that begged to be touched and tasted, a skirt that gave a man a non-existent barrier to the hidden globe of flesh under skin-tight shorts. Sensei relished in Sakura's tired and spent figure as she panted on the ground. He couldn't control the images of her looking like that underneath him, try as he might. He was her sensei, and had no right to think of his student in such a way.
There was a whisper in the back of his mind saying 'former' sensei. He was no longer her exact teacher any longer, but equal ninjas of strength and position. He ignored the traitorous thoughts as he settled on denial. He couldn't let himself think of his student and friend like that. It was disrespectful to Sakura and himself as her teacher and team member.
Sakura caught her breath and tried to stand up, but Sensei was more hot than concerned when she moaned erotically in slight pain. More images popped into his head as he imagined his name whispered in her breathless moans.
"I'm sorry Sensei; I guess I pulled my leg muscle." He held her shoulders as her small, slender hands rubbed at the luscious thigh, giving him a clear visual of rounded flesh and rip-me-off mini shorts as she bunched her skirt high on her hips.
Sensei froze as she turned and laid her back against his chest, tilting her head back locking her pleading jade eyes with his. "Sensei, can you lift my leg up as I bend backwards?"
He saw himself pull her creamy, sweat-glistened naked thigh and lock it over his equally bare shoulder as she panted, moaned and screamed, arching and bending under him as he rocked and plunged her senseless.
He couldn't do or say anything in objection as she pouted her lips and asked again. "Please, Sensei? It's really tight and I need you to stretch me."
Sensei lost both his breath and train of thought as he imagined something else. He didn't even know that he had moved until he noticed that he had Sakura's leg up behind him, close to his shoulder, and his other hand pressed against the underside of her breast supporting her upper body as she folded over and back.
She was looking him strait in the eye, her emotions hidden as she quirked an eyebrow upside down. "What are you thinking, Sensei?"
His only answer, as he continued to stare into her eyes, was the slight movement of his fingers as they slowly stroked the edge of her breast.
He cursed his weakness as he realized he was close to falling towards taboo, hard.
"Kakashi-sensei, don't just stand there. Can you please help me stretch it out?" She pulled him from his muse for the fifth time in only an hour. Kakashi mentally shook his head and pulled her leg back behind him, fully aware that 'Sensei' had done the same thing. He tried to keep his touch impersonal as he pulled her leg up against him and wrapped his other hand against her midsection. It was only coincidence that Icha Icha had the same thin in it. He had to believe it or else he would start questioning his sanity.
"Harder, Sensei," she said, and with her bent backwards, it came out sounding like a pant, making the blood drop below the waist.
"What?" He asked a little breathless.
She sighed and arched her leg and back more, making little sounds that drove him crazy. "I said harder. It's not stretching enough." He tried to focus on helping Sakura instead of how she could bend around him. "Here, move closer to me and pull my leg into a half circle to my head." She wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned back, catching his eyes with a small smile.
Kakashi's eye found something else to look at. With her arms stretched above her and leaning back, Kakashi had a nice show of cleavage to observe as the 'v' neck of her kimono widened.
If Sakura noticed, she didn't say anything. "Ok, now another position."
He decided not to think anymore. Just move where she wanted him to move and think of snow or empty nothingness. It was a lot safer than chronic nose bleed, or doing something stupid and making a perverted fool of himself. That was the last thing he needed, an angry Sakura knocking him around like a Kakashi-ball for thinking dirty thoughts.
She turned to face him and lifted her leg strait in the air and leaned it against his shoulder in a standing lunge. He held on to her ankle as she leaned her chest against her straitened leg then leaned back.
Any one walking by would have a great flash of spandex shorts.
Kakashi was suddenly bothered with all the bodily contact. Even though he wouldn't let any new images of Sakura's position come to mind, the others were still playing and torturing him.
Sakura suddenly dropped half her body away from him in an incomplete one handed cartwheel. She straitened her legs in perfect splits along the length of his side. "Push my leg towards me." She said. Kakashi forced his gaze to stay away from her open and partially revealing legs. Sure she had shorts on, but they didn't hide nor help anything.
He ignored her relieved moans and sighs as he pushed her legs further apart.
As he felt the pull of sinful lust, Kakashi couldn't help but feel the same as the Icha Icha Sensei did. . Damn his weakness and his inevitable fall of both his border line and moral constitution.
He was never going to feel clean again.
XxX
He had walked her home after their spar that afternoon, and Sakura was pleased to see he was keeping a safe distance between them. She was fully aware of her actions and what effect they had on the man and the moment her door shut, Sakura had ran strait to her bed to scream hysterically into her pillows.
He was completely distracted during training, which was not a Kakashi thing to do, and he seemed even more panic-stricken as he helped her stretch. The pulled muscle was just an act, but it worked just like she had hoped.
That meant he had started to read her bait, and noticed the similarities between the book and the woman slowly reeling him in.
The real success was the fact he was seeing Sakura as a man should, and wasn't wholly unaffected. He was doing well to hide his discomfort, but she was looking for the slightest twitches or hesitating touches and she noticed them instantly.
Or that he just completely zoned off when he was near her. That was a big clue right there.
She kicked off her boots and settled her back against the pillows on her bed and pulled out her own little red book to study. Tsunade had said she was being sneaky using the book against him, but Sakura thought of it as strategic.
After pining over the same boy for years and getting nothing in return, Sakura decided that she had to go about getting a man's attention another way.
They had to notice her first, without her bringing the attention to herself in the first place.
She had her eyes on Kakashi for a few years now. She had been plastered at the bar with Ino after her eighteenth, both of them cursing the stupidity of man and how they were missing out. Sakura had asked Ino to choose one guy they both know who was extremely attractive but the most unlikely to ever take notice of them.
"I think, it would be your Kakashi-sensei. He's got good looks, a mysterious presence, perverted, and strong. But he's too devoted to duty. He's the type of guy that is ninja first, man second."
She had stared at her blonde friend after her very good speech while shit-faced. She turned her attention to her drink and rolled it slowly across the table top feeling slightly inadequate. "Ya," She sighed, "A guy like that is too good for a girl like me anyways."
"What are you talking about?" Ino had leaned over the table and tried to focus on Sakura with little luck. "A guy like Kakashi would be damned lucky to get your attentions. No one is ever too good for you forehead, you just have to make him want you, then you got him like putty."
The alcohol had made it difficult to think, but as Ino started using Kakashi as an example, Sakura couldn't help but wonder if the Copy-nin would ever look at her as anything but a friend or team member. Sakura had never noticed before, but Kakashi was an attractive man. He had all the qualities she wanted in a guy but knew him as much as anyone did, which wasn't all that much.
One thing she knew, is that Kakashi didn't take much interest in women, if hardly ever. He didn't like people hanging around him all the time or to much attention. And Sakura wasn't about to throw herself at another guy, ever again.
The next day, after tending to a hangover, Sakura was still curious about the masked man, and that curiosity turned into a crush until it exploded into full out want. He would pop into her mind at all times during the day, and he would star in her secret fantasy filled dreams.
She had asked Kakashi to train with her once a week so she could be around him more. She even exchanged her sleeveless red shirt and tan skirt for something more feminine and attractive. But he never really noticed her. The only women he ever paid attention to were the ones in his perverted books.
That's when Sakura had an idea.
If he didn't notice her feminine attributes when she was standing right in front of him, then she would just have to show him what she could do, and wanted to do.
It was a deviant plan and Sakura liked the idea of teasing him through his own fantasies.
She bought a few of Jiraiya's novels and skimmed through them, blushing like crazy, but researching the kind of junk Kakashi liked to read.
She knew what she wanted to do, and even asked Ino for some pointers, before she started writing it down. And it all went from there.
It helped that Jiraiya was so good at writing teasing smut. It left her hot and wanting the masked man after the first few pages. The first chapters were written to make Kakashi notice her and want her, then need her, and then to have and take her. So far, he was following the script and reacting like she wanted him to.
Sakura still had a few more things to do to get him to see her and accept the attraction. Then she was going to move in and tease him, make him ache for her touch. She only had a few more days before Kakashi reached the second part of the book. She knew he liked to take his time reading, and usually reread chapters to make it last longer.
After today's events, Sakura was sure it would be no time before Kakashi would be hers to enjoy. It had been a while sense she had been in an intimate embrace, that being Neji. Sakura hadn't even looked at another man since she noticed Kakashi, and Neji understood. He had been her companion when the nights were long and a mission's nightmare soused her conscience.
Sakura ignored the fact that she wanted her sensei in her bed and wrapped in her arms without anything else to offer. She didn't think either of them was capable of love, and she didn't want that from him. It was understood by ninja that sometimes the only love you could have or need was in the touch of someone else, whether you were close to them or strangers. Sakura would rather be with men whom she loved, like when she was seventeen and had only Naruto before he found Hinata. Or when she had Neji, who cared for her in his own way without asking anything or putting her under any pressure.
She craved Kakashi now with a passion. When she was alone and feeling dirty and bloody, she could only imagine her sensei's easing touch and calming presence. It wasn't enough any more and Sakura was desperate for his strong body and compassionate embrace.
It felt right to want him, need him, and Sakura was never one to second guess her instinct. And with the book in his hands, Sakura hoped he would understand exactly what she wanted from him. The confession of love could drive any man or woman away, herself included, but Sakura was certain Kakashi would understand it was a wholly different kind of love she wanted.
Sakura felt content with her plans as she settled down for the night. She had to work at the hospital in ten hour shifts, plus her regular missions as tag-along medic, and the week had exhausted her.
Plus, she had to tell Tsunade the good news, and collect a large wad of cash for winning the bet.
The Hokage would probably be irritated at first, but Sakura couldn't wait to share a victory bottle of sake with her.
XxX
Poor guy, I feel almost sorry for him. He has no idea that his little kunoichi wants him like an animal. I had to think like a perverted man while writing the real Icha book. It wasn't that hard, but it sure is different. I am not usually so crude, though I gave it some sensuality. Hope it wasn't too bad.
I've been really lazy at writing, so if you want another chapter quick, you'll have to say so other wise I'm just going to learn how to sleep. I've been up for almost thirty hours now…no more than that. Going on two and a half days. And I still have school. Great. I really like Neji, and I wish I could throw some Gaara in there but then my story would just be weird. Damn.
Well, hope you guys enjoy it. Naruto is really hard for me to write cus I suck at battle description. So, I'm just going to have to base it in the village with lots of tightening pants. Hope that's enough for you.
I got the idea from the story "His Fault" and how Kakashi would confuse what Sakura said with what he was dreaming about. So, I put it so he really was hearing her say what he imagined, cus he read it in his smut-porn. Talk about confusing. Well, it's been fun, but I have to get to school and try to learn. Have fun.
Laters,
Ymir-chan