Teachers and their Pets
Chapter 13
"Good-" Ino paused to press her lips to Asuma's. "-Morning-" Another kiss. "-Sensei."
Asuma smiled under the third kiss and then sat upwards slightly, moving so that Ino had to fall backwards. He placed a hand by her head.
"Good morning to you too princess." He greeted.
Ino pinkened slightly at the look of fondness in his eyes, but then raised a hand, stroking his face gently. Asuma's expression relaxed at her touch and he copied her, bringing one of his hands down to stroke her face too.
"So…that's twice we've done this now." Ino mumbled as Asuma bent down and placed a kiss on her jaw.
"Mmhmm." He returned, pressing his lips onto her neck.
Ino felt her heart beat increasing. She shouldn't ask what she was about to ask. She shouldn't. But she couldn't help herself.
"What does that mean?" She moved her eyes down to look at Asuma who still had his lips pressed to her skin. "Do you think?"
There were a few seconds of silence and then Asuma moved upwards, resting his forehead on hers. They stayed that way for a few moments and then he kissed her gently on the lips.
"It means whatever you want it to mean." He replied.
Ino's brow scrunched. "But how do you know that what I want it to mean is the same as what you want it to mean?"
Asuma moved backwards slightly and stared at her with amused eyes. "Ino, I've just woke up." He quipped.
Ino let loose a quick sigh and then moved her hands onto his arms, stroking his biceps. "I mean…I don't want you to think I'm in love with you or anything." Even as she said it, Ino was regretting it. Why did she have to suck so badly at articulating feelings?
At first it wasn't clear how Asuma was going to react, but then he let out a quick chuckle. "Oh no, perish the thought," he sat back and then shook his head slightly, casting an amused smile towards her. "Ino-"
"But I do really really like you Asuma," Ino looked like she was struggling to get the words out. She bunched the sheets up under her fists, staring at the duvet. "I'm not trying to like lay a claim to you or anything, and I know you couldn't feel that way too, and you're probably right, it's just a school girl cru-"
The girl was cut off when Asuma suddenly slapped his hand over her mouth, his eyebrows raised in amusement.
"I like you too Ino." Christ, they sounded like a pair of ten year olds.
Even so, the man couldn't help but grin as he watched Ino's reaction to this. Her eyes widened and a huge smile made its way onto her face, despite her efforts to conceal it.
"R…really?" She managed, then her face dropped. "But I mean, not just in a sex way Asuma, I mean in a-"
Asuma grabbed one of her hands and entwined his fingers with hers. "Me too." He interrupted.
Now Ino looked happy. The girl's entire face went red and then she let out a small squeak before throwing her arms around his neck, hugging her former Sensei tightly. Asuma laughed as he responded, winding his arms around her waist.
"So does that mean that yesterday was a date?" The girl muttered, her words muffled by the man's shoulder.
Asuma moved one of his hands to stroke the girl's hair. "I guess so." He returned.
Ino relinquished her grip on him and then smiled into his face before pressing her lips onto his, kissing him deeply. Asuma returned the kiss with gusto, pushing her downwards slightly and letting his tongue tangle with hers.
They kissed deeply for a minute or two before coming up for air.
"Are we going to tell anyone?" Ino questioned and Asuma felt his stomach drop.
He didn't think he was doing anything wrong, not really. The feelings he'd developed for Ino had only occurred recently, and he'd never felt anything other than platonic fondness for the girl when he'd been her teacher, but what if other people didn't believe him? Noticing that he was paling, Ino patted him on the cheek and then shifted, moving out from under him and swinging her legs over the side of her bed.
"That can wait I guess," she said, casting a grin at him. "It's not like we're boyfriend and girlfriend or anything…"
Asuma watched as the girl's face pinkened slightly and then she stood up.
"I need clothes." She declared, glancing around the man's room before picking up one of his tops.
"Do you? Asuma replied, watching her butt as she bent down.
Ino let out a shrill giggle and then looked over her shoulder at him, wiggling her ass slightly. Asuma pushed his hands through his hair and shook his head, watching as she then picked up some of his trousers.
"Ino, not to be a party pooper or anything, but my clothes might be a little too big for you."
Ino scoffed before pulling the man's top over her. It swamped her completely, reaching down to her knees. There wasn't really a need for trousers, but she pulled them on nonetheless, giggling as her feet were drowned in the material.
"Tada!" She declared, whipping round and presenting herself to him.
"You look great." Asuma replied dryly.
Ino preened. "I do," she returned before strolling over -with difficulty- to the bedside table and picking up the man's headband. She then grabbed Asuma's wrists and yanked off his bracelets. Asuma shook his head as he watched her antics, chuckling. "Hi, I'm Asuma Sarutobi," Ino's 'Asuma' voice was far too gruff and far too high.
Asuma began laughing, clutching his stomach as he watched the girl bring her hair round to form a beard.
"I smoke and complain too much," Ino continued before posing dramatically. "Look how buff I am!"
Asuma shook his head, laughing to himself. "When did you perform the Mind Body Switch Technique?" He enquired. "This is uncanny."
Ino let her hair fall free of her face at these words, and a predatory smirk slipped onto her lips. "That's not a completely terrible idea Asuma Sensei," she drew closer. "I could take over your mind and then make you do whatever I wanted to my body."
Asuma placed his head in his hand, leaning his elbow on the mattress as he looked up at her. "I'll do whatever you want to your body anyway," he replied before he reached out, grabbing Ino onto the bed. He stroked her hair. "Provided you say please."
Ino raised an eyebrow and then moved her face in close to his, her lips nearly touching his. "Ok," she whispered.
Asuma felt like there was a coil unfurling in his stomach. Already he was feeling turned on.
"Then," Ino's eyes dropped to his lips and then she met his gaze again. "Go make me breakfast." Then the Yamanaka began cackling, falling back and clutching her sides.
A large grin spread out across Asuma's face and he shook his head at her. "Fine!" He exclaimed, getting to his feet. "Fine. Your wish, my command," he paused and turned around to yank his trousers off of her legs. "But I'll be needing these."
Ino watched, pouting, as her former Sensei clothed himself and then she rolled onto her back. "Can I take a shower?" She enquired.
"Of course," Asuma returned as he padded out of the room.
Still clad in the man's top, Ino made her way after him. She watched as her lover descended the stairs -ok, so she ogled her lover as he descended the stairs- and then she made her way across the landing heading for the shower room.
The bathroom was small and poky, but Ino surmised that it suited Asuma just fine. It wasn't over the top or lavish, it was just simple and nice. Like Asuma was in a lot of ways…like he was when he was with her anyway.
However, there was one fatal issue that Ino had with the bathroom.
She could not work the shower.
For the life of her.
Stripping off her top, Ino stepped closer to the shower and gave it a brusque once over, her lip already curling. The last time she'd been in here, she'd taken almost twenty minutes to actually get the stupid thing working, resulting in Asuma teasing her for at least ten minutes and calling her a clean freak.
The girl cocked her head and stared at the dials on the wall, trying to work out whether they made any sense at all. Are these even in Japanese? She demanded inwardly, placing her hands on her hips as she frowned at them.
After a few moments of intense thought, the blonde finally outstretched a hand. She turned a knob and was gifted by a huge surge of freezing cold water.
"Oh shit!" She yelped, gasping as she jumped backwards out of the stream, bringing her hands over her chest. "Dumb thing!" She complained after a few moments of recuperation.
"That's not nice, I'm making you breakfast,"
At Asuma's voice, Ino nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned, only to see her Sensei leaning one of his arms on the doorframe, his other hand in his pocket. He grinned at her before nodding at the shower.
"Shower giving you trouble again Yamanaka?"
Ino rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. She cast the shower head an angry look.
"Yeah, your shower sucks Asuma. Get a new one, you old fogey."
Asuma chuckled and then padded into the area, making his way towards the dials on the wall. With a few quick flicks of his wrist, the water of the shower eventually became warmer.
"Yelling at showers doesn't usually work," the man replied, turning to watch, appreciatively, as Ino moved into the water; the drops cascaded down her long mane of hair, dripping down the valley between her breasts before slipping down to her naval. "Though you could keep trying. Eventually one of them is bound to listen to you."
"Shut up," Ino replied, her eyes closed as she embraced the water, her head turned up into the blast. She brought her hands up to her hair, massaging her scalp slightly, before she moved out of the flow, opening an eye to look at her former Sensei. "Asuma, your trousers are getting wet." She commented.
Asuma glanced down and noticed that, indeed, his bottoms were now soaked through. He'd been so distracted by Ino's body that he'd forgotten he was wearing anything.
Ah well. He didn't really want to be wearing anything right now anyway.
"So they are." He muttered before slowly slipping his trousers off and throwing them.
Ino looked down at his dick, which was already pulsing. A pretty grin decorated her face. "I like you better without the trousers on." She muttered.
Asuma moved forwards and wrapped his arms around her, placing a gentle kiss on her nose. "I do too," He replied.
Ino smiled up at him innocently and then brought one of her small hands down to caress his cock. Asuma's grip on the girl tightened slightly and he brought his lips down to meet hers. They kissed deeply and Ino did not relinquish her hold on his manhood, instead continuing to stroke it, scraping her nails ever so slightly along his length as she did so.
Asuma groaned into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his wet skin against hers. Ino's other hand traced patterns over his abs and the girl let out a small moan, deepening the kiss. Asuma moved one of his hands down to her ass, squeezing it and causing Ino to jerk forward slightly, her tongue becoming overpowered by her Sensei's as he deepened the kiss. Suddenly there was a sense of urgency to the Sarutobi, as if he couldn't hold himself back. The man's other hand moved up to one of her breasts and he pinched her nipple eagerly before enclosing the soft mound in one hand.
Ino groaned, once again, into the kiss and Asuma's grip on her butt tightened before he moved it towards her thigh. Without relinquishing her lips, Asuma moved the girl's thigh, spreading her legs slightly.
Ino let go of Asuma's cock and then brought her hands around his neck, allowing the man to move inside her.
They both gasped with pleasure as he drove himself into her.
Quickly, Ino wrapped her legs around his waist, and Asuma moved them to the wall. The shower still hit them steadily with its stream of water, and it mingled with the saliva on their lips as they continued kissing deeply.
As her Sensei pushed her against the wall, and brought one of his hands up to her neck, holding her lightly, Ino suddenly remembered the first time she'd seen her Sensei having sex.
She let out a large groan, beyond turned on by the fact that it was her now. It was Ino he was fucking.
Asuma stroked her collarbone with his thumb, swiping away the water that began pooling there, while he licked and bit at her neck, all the while moving his hips back and forth, causing Ino to moan loudly.
"I…I…Asuma!" The girl yelped, trying desperately to hold onto him as he fucked her.
Asuma let out his own grunts of pleasure as Ino's nails dug into his back. "Good girl." He groaned into her skin, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, wanting to be as close to her as he could.
Ino's toes curled as the man continued pumping in and out of her. "Ahhh!" She was pink in the face and she could barely hold her head up, but she managed to grab his head with one hand and then bring him in for a deep passionate kiss.
They groaned into each other's mouths, trying desperately to stay locked with each other in every single way possible. Asuma increased his pace, slamming into her harder and causing the girl to jerk. She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against his, the expression on her face almost pained.
"I'm…I'm about to cum Asuma!" She yelped.
"Fuck!" Asuma returned, increasing his pace even more, wanting her to cum.
"Ahhh! Oh my…Oh my God!" Ino tensed and her head fell to the side and then she came, groaning loudly.
Asuma followed swiftly after, filling her up with his seed.
And then they stayed very still, Ino's legs still wrapped around his waist.
Eventually after a few moments of silence they both began laughing and Ino pressed her lips onto his again, joyously.
When Kakashi awoke it took him a few moments to remember where he was. The room he was in was definitely not his…well, unless he'd suddenly taken to the colour pink that was. Then he realised his legs were entwined with someone's and then he realised that that someone was gazing at him right now.
Kakashi turned his head only to see Sakura looking at him. Their heads were on the same pillow and a slow smile slipped onto Sakura's face once their eyes met.
"Good morning." She greeted.
Kakashi smiled back, genuinely feeling happiness as he looked into her eyes. "Hello."
There was a short silence in which they both simply looked at each other. Sakura took his face in, tracing his slender nose, his strong jawline and then the scars on his face. He seemed so much younger when he put the mask on, but he also seemed a lot more mysterious. Without the mask he seemed more battle worn, but he also seemed more beautiful. He was beautiful. Especially to her.
"I liked sleeping with you last night," the pinkette whispered, bringing a hand up in-between them. "It was nice."
Kakashi's smile grew slightly. "It was." He replied.
There was another silence and then Sakura brought her hand up to stroke his face. "You're very important to me Kakashi. You do know that?"
Kakashi's heart twinged and then he nodded his head slowly, his hair falling into his face. "I'm grateful."
Sakura moved forwards and then pressed a kiss to his lips. Kakashi closed his eyes as their lips met and only opened them once Sakura spoke again.
"I'm grateful too." She replied.
Ah, this is so annoying! I had a whole an written out and then my stupid internet cut out boo!
Anyway, I'm sorry for this chapter taking slightly longer than usual. I've just been so tired recently (to the point of exhaustion and crying at uni) and I've had a lot of work to do :(
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