This is a KushinaxSakura request from ssvidel3. It may not be exactly what you asked for, but I hope it's satisfactory nonetheless.
-Some Like It… For Extra Credit-
Sakura Haruno possessed a brilliant mind. At 18, she was currently the youngest person in her Organic Chemistry II class and the only one making an A on top of it. All of her other classes, whether it was calculus or physics, history or English, earned the same grade—in fact, it was rumored that she had never gotten less than a flat A in a course.
That was why this A- was such a catastrophically huge deal.
The diminutive pinkette ground her teeth, emerald orbs narrowed into a glare at the school web page as though the fury in her gaze would cause the little minus sign to disappear. When no such thing happened, she released a frustrated sound and got up, shoving her computer chair backwards as she stormed across her room and out into the hallway. Just a moment later, the front door to her apartment slammed shut.
This had to be rectified immediately.
Upon exiting the bustling lobby of her apartment building, Sakura immediately wished she had checked the weather before embarking on her quest for rectification: it had begun to snow and the light blazer over a striped tank and skinny jeans combo wasn't really cutting it in the warmth department. At least she was wearing boots. There wasn't any time to go back inside, anyway, she decided and headed south.
The Lux was a posh apartment building on the nicer side of the city, located roughly three blocks from Sakura's own building. It was also the home of her organic chem teacher—though who knew how the woman afforded it on a professor's salary—who just so happened to be the mother of her childhood friend, Naruto Uzamaki. Go figure.
She was waved on by the old guy at the front desk—she had come here so often for play dates that the staff knew her by name—and crossed the lobby, entering the elevator and hitting the button for the fifth floor. Upon arriving on the correct floor, she took a right and went down the narrow hallway, boots muffled by the thick carpet.
The door to the Uzamaki residence opened just as Sakura stopped in front of it and a tall young man with spiky blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes nearly crashed into her. "Sakura! I was just headed out, 'sup?"
"Hey, Naruto. I needed to talk to your mother, actually."
He snorted. "What'd she do this time? I dunno how she keeps her job with the way she harasses her students."
The pinkette laughed. "She's been well-behaved of late. This is about a grade."
Naruto quirked an eyebrow, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame. "Whoa, is your 'A' not high enough?"
"'A'-minus."
"Ouch." As a jock and a bit of a scatter brain, the blonde wasn't nearly as interested in marks as Sakura was. Still, he gave her an encouraging smile, as empathetic as ever. "I'm sure you'll work it out. Catch you later!"
With that, he darted off, leaving the young woman to enter the apartment and call, "Professor Uzamaki?" as she locked the door behind her.
"Sakura?" a familiar voice responded from some distance away. "I'm in my office." The pinkette followed the sound of the woman's voice to the bedroom-turned-office, frowning disapprovingly at the papers heaped in piles on the floor and the general disarray of books and office materials spread out over every square inch of what was supposed to be a desk. Naruto was exactly like his mother. "What can I do for you, Miss Haruno?"
Kushina Uzamaki was seated at the cluttered desk, her long red hair pinned in a messy bun, strands of hair escaping it to fall in violet eyes that were fixed on a laptop balancing precariously upon a stack of books. She leaned back in her chair, nearly falling over as she reached for something behind her and the dark blue turtleneck she was wearing rode up to reveal the toned, milky skin of her abdomen. When she straightened, a thick tome in her hands, she gave her guest a quizzical look.
"My chem grade," Sakura prompted, leaning against wall closest to the door. She didn't want to hazard moving about the room.
"Ah, yes." The red-head placed the book carefully on an empty corner of the desk and turned to her consult her laptop. "You got a 'B' on your last research paper. That would be why."
"How is that even possible?" the girl asked, incredulous. Her work was always pure genius.
"You're brilliant, kid, but that last paper was lacking. Not your best work."
Sakura opened her mouth only to catch herself and close it, frowning. That would be because…
/ "Sasuke, wait!"
"Sorry, babe. It was fun while it lasted." The attractive brunette smirked. "Maybe we can hook up some time?"/
Kushina arched an eyebrow, not sure of the dark expression that passed across the young woman's face. She had been known Sakura since the pinkette had been a snot-nosed brat too concerned with what others thought of her so she knew from experience that there was only one person who could really get under the girl's skin like that. "Let me guess: you're still messing around with that Sasuke twerp."
She bristled. "Who I associate is none of your business."
The red-head snorted. "Kid, you may have a brilliant mind, but you're dumb as a sack of dog shit if you haven't realized that he's just been using you."
Sakura's jaw dropped. For all her intellect, she could only come up with a flabbergasted splutter in response. When her brain had recovered, she snapped, "You're a fucking bitch, you know that?"
Kushina shrugged. "I call it like I see it. And you shouldn't talk to your elders like that."
"Bite me."
Suddenly, the red-head was looming over her, violet eyes narrowed dangerously, and Sakura was reminded that the Uzamakis were well known for their tempers. Before she could put space between them, however, a hand slammed against the wall on either side of her head and she froze like a deer in the headlights. "Alright, kid, I think it's time I taught you some goddamn sense."
"I hate you." It sounded petulant even to Sakura and Kushina merely laughed.
"Come on, Saku, I'll cut you a deal: if you learn your lesson today, I'll give you a chance to rewrite your paper."
"WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO LEARN FROM THIS?!"
She had been dressed up in a pencil skirt and starch white blouse, her hair pulled back into a severe bun by the older woman.
Speak of the Devil, Kushina was grinning, the congenial expression reminding her oddly of Naruto. "Uh… You're learning that men suck."
"So what, you're a lesbian?" the pinkette deadpanned.
"I'm just a lonely widow." She assumed a pitiful look. "Have a heart, Saku. Don't throw it away for that moron."
If her hands hadn't been tied behind her back, she might have been able to find some sort of sick humor in the situation. As it was, she only scowled. "Let me go, Kushina."
"Ooh… First names. You must mean business." The red-head circled around the chair like a shark that had scented blood and rested her forearms on Sakura's shoulders, leaning forward to murmur into the girl's ear, "C'mon, it'll be fun."
She'd be lying if she said that silken tone wasn't, er, convincing.
"Why'd you dress me up like this?" the pinkette grumbled, relenting slightly. What was the harm?
"I've been a teacher for years," she sighed. "When I was just a TA, I always used to fantasize about having my professor take advantage of me…"
Something clicked. "Wait, you want me to roleplay a professor for you."
"Bingo."
"The fuck?"
Kushina chuckled and reached down to untie Sakura's hands, leaning in and licking along the shell of the girl's ear as she did so; goosebumps spread across the pinkette's skin and she gasped quietly. "I believe in you, kid."
Freed, the young woman rounded on her elder with half a mind to deck her in the face. She balled her fist, but didn't swing, the gravity of the situation finally hitting her: this was her teacher—a person in power—and mother of one of her childhood friends asking her for a fuck.
How the hell had this happened?
Kushina raised an eyebrow when Sakura went quiet. She had expected to be yelled at or even struck, so this stillness was a little unnerving. At last, the pinkette murmured, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't behave in that manner again, Miss Uzamaki, or I'll have to discipline you."
The red-head blinked, still uncertain. "What'd I do?"
"Tying me up?" Sakura rose from her seat and, just like that, the tables were turned. Suddenly, she was the one in control her and Kushina shivered, a pleased little rush of moist heat making her slick. "In fact, I should punish you right now."
Before the older woman could ask what the pinkette had in mind, Sakura grabbed her by the front of her sweater and dragged her over to the desk, sweeping everything off it with a single motion—somehow the laptop managed to find its way safely into the computer chair—and forcing the older woman to lean over it, bracing herself on her forearms.
Who cared how it had happened? Kushina was a M.I.L.F and it would be stupid not to press her advantage.
"Saku—Ah…" Whatever she had intended to say was lost in a moan as Sakura's palm came down on her ass with a delightful sting.
"That's "professor" to you," the pinkette corrected, stopping to knead the full, shapely curve soothingly through the fabric of her dress pants.
"Sorry, professor," Kushina gasped, arching her back to better present her rear for more "punishment." Her efforts received another sharp smack that sent pleasure straight to her core and she wriggled, pressing her thighs together. "I-I think I've learned my lesson, professor."
"Really? Is that all it took?" Violet eyes were slightly glazed as the red-head turned her head to look at Sakura over her shoulder and nod. "Prove it."
When Kushina rounded on her, long fingers tangling in shoulder-length pink hair, Sakura allowed herself to be pulled in close. When the older woman stopped just shy of her lips, the girl wondered if the brash red-head was having second thoughts, but she only wet her lips and closed the gap between them.
It was Sakura's turn to be surprised: quite unlike the sloppy, uncoordinated kisses she had shared with Sasuke, Kushina Uzamaki's actually excited her. The woman used teeth and tongue to tempt and tease, dipping and swirling, nipping and nibbling until Sakura was unsteady with desire. A thigh slipped between hers and rubbed up against her increasingly sensitive private flesh, creating glorious friction, and Sakura moaned throatily, rutting shamelessly against Kushina in an attempt to prolong the sensation. After what seemed like forever, they broke apart and the pinkette was actually breathless.
"Damn…"
"You like that?"
In way of response, the young woman pulled her professor back in, locking their lips together and pushing her backwards into the desk. Her hands instinctively slid under the thick, stretchy material of Kushina's turtleneck where she found that the ample mounds of flesh underneath weren't held down by a bra. They were bigger than a handful, bouncy and malleable in her palms and she decided that she liked them; an experimental tug of turgid nipples drew a whimper from the red-head. When she tweaked them, a little more roughly this time, she was rewarded with nails digging into her skin and legs wrapping around her midsection.
"Fuck me, Saku~" Despite her words, she locked her ankles behind Sakura's back, tugging the girl's hair so that the pinkette tilted her head back and exposed the pale column of her throat. There were hickeys there already, the older woman noticed, though faded by time. Not to be outdone, she kissed across Sakura's collarbone, parting her lips and applying suction. When she got a quiet sound of approval, she nipped at the spot, bruising it a pretty shade of purple before moving elsewhere.
When she was done, it would look like the pinkette had gone necking for the very first time with her young, horny boyfriend.
Sakura moaned something along the lines of "want you", her hips bucking instinctively, and the red-head released her grasp, pointing in the direction of a file cabinet jammed into a corner. "Top drawer, kid."
There was a rather large dildo fit through the o-ring of a strap-on harness nestled between two books near the bottom of the drawer and Sakura scoffed. 'Not a lesbian—my ass.' She didn't comment, hitching up her skirt and sliding the harness up over her underwear.
It felt… Right somehow.
She turned back to Kushina, smirking; the woman was kicking her pants off, violet eyes raking down the pinkette's body to stop at the object hanging between her legs. Her face went the same shade as her hair as she hopped up on the edge of the desk, spreading her thighs invitingly. "Get over here…"
The pinkette did as she was told, kneeling between the red-head's legs and tugging down the lacy panties she was wearing, kissing her way up the older woman's thighs as she did so. She stopped at the junction of Kushina's thighs, licking her lips as she caught a heady whiff of the woman's arousal.
"Saku…" Kushina whined, the hot breath on her private flesh making her shudder. "Pretty please?"
Well, since she asked so nicely…
Sakura straightened. "Don't we need, like, lube or something?"
"Wet enough already," the red-head groaned, reaching down and guiding the head of the toy to her opening. She released a breathy "Oh…!" when Sakura thrust inside, the sudden intrusion filling her to the brim and stretching her deliciously. She looped her arms around Sakura's neck, hips bucking as pleasure coiled deep in her core, winding tighter with each hard thrust of the pinkette's hips.
The young woman, for her part, was actually enjoying herself—and Kushina's wanton sounds of pleasure even more so. The red-head didn't seem to give a fuck if her neighbors could hear her, but the pinkette tried her best to muffle the woman as best as she could with her lips.
She did a pretty good job of it until a particularly rough thrust sent her professor screaming over the edge and she slumped, breathing hard, her forehead resting against the younger woman's shoulder.
"Is that all you've got, old lady?" When Sakura moved to pull out, she received a sound of protest and chuckled. "I'm not done yet."
"Hold on a minute—"
Her plea fell upon deaf ears: the pinkette pulled out all the way and flipped the woman over, forcing her into the desk stomach-down. She quickly repositioned the dildo at the entrance to Kushina's womanhood and sheathed herself to the hilt; without missing a beat, the girl began to pound her mentor, grabbing the woman's hips for leverage.
Kushina saw stars. She could only scrabble helplessly at the desk's polished surface as Sakura fucked her vigorously, pleasure like a million watts of white hot electricity ripping down her spine and along her nerve endings. The read-head screamed hoarsely as a particularly deep thrust rammed into her g-spot with enough force to make her gush, her orgasm washing through her like a tidal wave. "Fuck… Enough!"
Again her request was ignored and Sakura kept up her steady pace, drilling into the older woman until, finally, a third orgasm crashed into her and her eyes rolled back, blackness teasing at the edges of her vision. She slumped, boneless, her muscles suddenly far too tired to support her.
"Mm… Think I'm done now," Sakura said cheerfully, finally pulling out. Kushina actually felt liquid dribble down her thigh and she hissed as her inner muscles clenched.
"Fucking brat…" Christ, she was actually sore.
"I just gave you what you asked for."
"Tch." The red-head pulled herself together, forcing herself into an upright position. "C'mere. And take that off."
There was another dildo in the linen closet out in the hallway—surprise, surprise. Kushina grabbed it and lead Sakura into the living room, tossing the dong the young woman had used on her into the sink in the bathroom as they passed it. The red-head quickly fit this new toy in the harness and put it on, pausing to adjust the straps for her slightly wider hips. Then, she plopped down on the couch, limbs comfortably akimbo, the dildo sticking straight up and ready for action.
"Um…"
The woman's grin was positively wicked. "Ride me, Saku."
She was incredibly wet and she needed to take care of that. That was the reason she removed her underwear and straddled Kushina's "erection"—not because she got some sort of thrill out of the thought of riding the beautiful red-head. Nope.
When the woman merely crossed her arms behind her head, that grin firmly in place, the pinkette scowled. "What?"
"You expect me to do all the work?"
"Duh? I said "ride me.""
"I heard what you said," Sakura snapped, cheeks darkening.
"So get to it, kid."
She had never wanted to smack someone more. Still, the pinkette reached down to guide the head of the fake cock as Kushina had before and was about to slide it inside when the aforementioned red-head grabbed her hips and drove her down on top of it.
"FUCK!" Sakura moaned, head falling back. There was no time to think—she could only bounce up and down on the dildo, gravity helping it to penetrate her more deeply with each movement. Sex had never been like this before. She didn't know if getting wound up by fucking Kushina was a factor, but she had never had an orgasm build up so quickly either; she was already teetering at the edge of the abyss, her muscles trembling and clenching.
Still grinning, Kushina shifted her hips and—
"Holy shit… Right there…!"
—the angle was so amazingly perfect that Sakura literally could not scream, her vocal cords constricting uselessly as overwhelming pleasure assailed her. She was incapable of controlling her own actions for a small eternity, the eager, rapid pumping of her hips as her body desperately attempted to prolong the sensation.
She had learned two lessons: men sucked… and girls were definitely, infinitely better.
And she would continue to learn until well into the evening.
Kushina inhaled deeply, lifting the lighter to the unlit end of the cigarette clenched between her lips.
"Since when do you smoke?"
"I don't." The red-head took a drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke, closing her eyes happily.
"That good, huh?" Sakura smirked.
"Hmph."
"You shouldn't do that. It's bad for you."
"Fucking brat," she repeated. Violet eyes flicked open, irritation making them narrow. "I want that paper by Tuesday, kid. Now stop bugging me."
"That's all you have to say?"
The older woman leaned back against the wall and lazily waved a hand towards the door. "You do that paper half as well as you did me and you'll have your precious 'A' easy. Now shoo." As the pinkette rolled emerald eyes and turned to leave, the red-head added, "Oh, and Sakura?"
She paused in the doorway. "What?"
"I want this shit cleaned up."
-Fin-