Anko had released his face now, and pulled her knee away his groin as she stood. Kakashi caught her hand stopping her from moving further.
"Anko, can I kiss you?" His whispered.
"You want to kiss me?" he heard it, the begginings of a smile in her voice that hadn't appeared on her face yet.
"Yes." His voice sounded foreign to him then. Twisting her wrist free of his grasp, Anko stood up at a slow, languarous pace. Leaning forward she placed a foot beside his knee, the sharp heel scratching his naked thigh. Firstly she adjusted her stocking, then her hands danced up her leg, before finally parte her legs allowing him a glimpse of her mound. The tip of her She stroked the strip of hair that covered her mound, and then she parted her secret lips, already swollen, flushed and glistening with the signs of her arousal and raised an eyebrow, lust and mischief glimmered in her eyes. She turned away from, bending forward and sticking her ass in his face, it wasn't an instruction he could ignore.
He shifted until he sat on the edge of the seat, she allowed him to pull her closer. He dipped a finger, then another and she moaned in response.
"You're so wet," he breathed.
She arched her back, slowly pulsing her pelvis in response. Her arousal overflowed like a warm, pot of honey and he brought his mouth up to suck greedily, Anko made a noise half-way between a scream and a moan.
"Is it all the fucking dango that makes you taste so sweet?"
Annoyingly, Kakashi's attempt at a sexy missed the mark entirely. So as a challenge to her laughter, he parted her slick lips, holding them wide with his fingers as he used his tongue to fuck her violently.
"Yesss...shit..." she swallowed, as the laughter died and he triumphed.
Anko was responsive now, moaning and gyrating against him- the detached, little dick-tease Miss Nerigoma was definitely no more. He could feel his cock stiring, roused to life by her arousal. Kakashi was alternating between pulling at her lips then drawing lazy figure of 8's. Like a puppy, he nuzzled and lapped at her juices intoxicated from the rich taste and scent of her. Circling her clit with his tongue, he sank his fingers into her, stretching again. She was rotating her pelvis in a tell-tale way, clenching against his crooked fingers, thrusting against his hand.
"Wait," she breathed. "Wait Kak-!"
He crushed the apron strings and the suspenders his hand, wrapping them round tight around her waist. Splaying a hand where ass joined thigh, holding her in place.
"I...don't...want...to...come..like...this." She panted, grabbing his hand. It was too late, Kakashi had gone for gold and plunged his tongue deep inside. An orgasm tore through her and Kakashi pulled her back towards him onto his lap as he took her weight. His hand slipped out from between her legs. he rubbed his fingers enjoying the sticky, viscosity of her sex juices.
Kakashi listened to her regulate her breathing, he adjusted himself to stop his hard cock was asserting itself against her ass. God he loved the way she smelt, her hair and cap tickled his face. He could see the tattoo through strands of her, he thought it was a kanji but not one he recognised. Kakashi was curious, and brought a hand up to smooth her hair away, but he misjudged the motion. The sound of a wet slap on her breast reverberated around her apartment.
"Sorry," he muttered.
She slid off his thighs bonelessly until crouched on her heels.
"Miss Anko-san had hoped that we could proceed without doing this." Kakashi watched a hand slide into his weapons pouch. She slammed Kakashi back into the chair, and forcefully sank a kunai into the chairback just above Kakashi's head.
"Pull your gloves up Mr Kakashi-san," she commanded, unravelling a spool of wire. "Put your hands on the arm rests."
Kakashi's hands were already flush against the cool wood before she had finished speaking. The taut wire sang in Anko's hands, she worked quickly winding the wire around his wrists and the arm rests then through the loop at the of the kunai handle. He tried the bindings, tight but slack enough to stop the wire biting.
"Did I miss a few classes at the academy?" He muttered, marvelling at her skills.
"Extra-curricular I think." She smirked, her hands tugged on the apron strings at her back.
"You could keep that on." He whispered, hopeful.
"Oh could I Mr Kakashi-san?" She said, amusement lit her face, as her eyes ran over the restraints, but she relented.
She dipped her hand into a pocket in the apron. He saw the gold, foiled square and realised that she had planned it all along. Holding a corner between her teeth, she tore carefully. Anko removed the condom from the wrapper, blowing to find the dimple before she placed it on his straining cock. She used her mouth to unroll it, she held it in place at the base, maintaining contact with him as she kicked off the shoes and slinked up his body. Anko had placed a foot alongside his thigh using it for leverage, the stocking made a curious rustling noise against his uniform. Teasing him a little, she rubbed the head of his cock around her clit before parting her lips, and aligning it against her moist, warm slit. With mastery beyond him, Anko sank slowly onto his cock and he was struck by how tight, hot and wet she was.
Why the hell didn't I take my top off, he thought bitterly, as Anko's crushed her tits against him. Anko was almost insensible now, a string of expletives and carnal noises dropped from her lips. He fucking loved the way she said his name and he knew it would be a long time before he would forget her voice then and the sound and scent of their fucking.
"Fuck...Kakashi...oh...shit...fuck me..fuck me."
It would have been easier without the restraints but he began to thrust up as much as the wire would allow. He had slipped out of her and hit another tighter, puckered spot, that resisted more than the other. She gasped, body tensing momentarily.
"Not- tonight-pal." She said breathlessly, guiding his cock to the right place. Oh god, he thought, the endless possibilities that hinged on those words.
"Kakashi...Kakashi..." She moaned. Anko was so wet she had soaked the tips of the gloves, her clit singing with every stroke and flick. And the force of their fucking sounded like frenzied applause as her ass violently slapped his thighs. Fingers wound themselves round his hair, as she pulled and tugged. Anko arched her back and a nipple scrapped against his face, he urged it into his mouth, using his teeth to trap the piercing. She threw her head back.
"Shit..oh my fucking shit...Fuck...Fuck...Kakashi. I'm going to..Kakashi...fuck-" The nipple escaped, with a click between his teeth. She crushed her mouth against his, her tongue found his and he could taste that salty savouriness that he recognised as his own cum and fuck, he was close too. She took her hand away from her clit, on the brink of orgasm and clawed at Kakashi's neck and shoulders as she bore down on him consuming him in that, sweet, fiery furnace beyond her slit. He felt the orgasm as it seized her, he only managed a few more thrusts before the contractions milked him to orgasm too. They were silent as both panted from exertion, totally spent.
Anko recovered first, she released Kakashi's wrists from the chair. He rotated them, with a sigh. Anko stood, gave a langurous stretch and yawned then she took a napkin and laid it over his groin.
"Here you go."
Kakashi took the napkin and surveyed the condom with interest - shit had he cum that much? He was careful, but it still came off with a snap with he wrapped it in the napkin. He stood up as well and fastened his trousers, and stretched.
"Kakashi?"
"Mmm?"
"We have about 3 hours until we need to report at West gate so..."
"-So fuck you very much and goodbye?" He finished. She smiled and patted his cheek. Kakashi laughed, okay this was novel. Was he really being kicked out with his dick still wet?
She had picked up a bun from his tray, peeled the paper off before taking a bite, eating the bun whilst she fussed with the flower arrangement. Well, at least the food was okay. He put his shoes on and shrugged on the flak jacket, cloak over one arm.
"Anko?"
"Yeah?" She took another bite.
"Uh...Does Miss Nerigoma have other clients?" He could feel a flush steeling over him. How the fuck is that possible after the evening they just spent together he had no idea. Anko chewed slowly, as though ruminating on the question.
"She's very, very, very selective about her clientele."
What kind of answer was that?! His hand was on her door handle, as disappointment swooped in. Dickhead, if he wanted a direct answer, he should have asked her directly. He already had one foot out of the door when she said:
"I could speak to her, on your behalf, if you're interested in getting a maid."
She had tossed it out casually, turning her back on him for good measure. The tattoo danced as she brought the bun to her mouth again.
"Yeah, I would like that," Kakashi said, trying to dim the sense of elation. "Thanks."
Kakashi stood outside her apartment shooting her window one last look as he fastened his cloak, reflecting on all the ways he had been wrong about Anko. What had she said earlier? Yeah, it certainly had been illuminating.
Tsssssht!
He heard it flash past him before seeing it sink into the ground half a metre ahead. Kakashi recognised the kunai as his... but the memento that had been given as a parting gift? Definitely not his. Surprised and delighted in equal measure he risked another look up. Anko was still at the window, she tossed down the spool of wire, but her hands lingered on the window frame. She gave a mischievous grin, jutting her chin up as she looked at him through her lashes. The look was part adversarial and part invitation and something else and Kakashi was enthralled.
She raised her eyebrows. She flipped her middle finger at him licked it slowly and kissed the tip, before she curled her hand and waved, laughing at his expression.
Well fuck you very much too, Anko.
Her curtains came together with a finality that spelt the end of the performance. Tucking, the wire into his pouch and scooped down to pick up his kunai, fingering the lace. He couldn't resist luxuriating in one last, long, deep sniff before he pocketed his prize and set off for his apartment for a cold shower. God was he looking forward to the mission, which promised to be nothing if not interesting.
The End