The Art of Seduction | kakashi x reader

Chapter | 06

Pale yellow and pink rays of dawn filter through the cracks of the wooden shutters. The dust that falls from dreams dance in the dim streaks, steadily being added upon as the two nin continue to sleep.

YN yawns; her foggy brain is vaguely aware of the fact that Kakashi hadn't woken her up yet. She mentally notes that she's currently laying face down, sprawled across the firm mattress with the faded blue sheets tangled around her limbs. She stretches her legs further, expecting to bump the warm body of Kakashi but is surprised when it slips and dangles off the side of the bed.

Where is he?

She cracks her eyes open, her vision blurred with sleep and listlessly searches for the higher ranked shinobi. She finds him taking residence on the beige floor with only a pillow; a blanket no where to be found.

Did I not leave enough room for him? She ponders, distinctly remembering how she purposefully left space for the man. Her brows furrow until the images from last night flash behind her eyes consecutively like a live photo album. Her eyebrows raise and a small 'o' shapes her lips in realization that he must've opted for the floor because of the unexpected event that occurred.

Somehow, YN had managed to arouse her sensei. Kakashi, the maven of literary erötica and all things dirty, had sprung an erection while she performed her very first lap dance.

A proud smile tries to form upon her face but she bites her bottom lip to keep it from spreading. She is immensely proud of herself for having received such a reaction from the nonchalant man with a possibly high sèx tolerance. However, her conscience screams that she should be horrified that he was aroused because of her; and a small part of her truly is but that doesn't stop her mind from straying.

Since he was aroused by her, she wonders if he wanted to touch her the same way she was touching him? She recalls the harsh grip that dug into her soft skin. Was it to refrain his hands from wandering to other, unexplored areas of her body? If he, in fact, had these desires, what would he have done to her exactly? Would he have wanted to feel every inch of her? Would he want to know how she tastes? She doesn't know, but she has no doubt that whatever he chose to do, he'd be very, very good at it.

She pauses the impure images to realize that not only are her cheeks flushed, but sparks of desire have ignited in her core at the idea of Kakashi reciprocating her touches. She tears her eyes away from the even lifts and falls of his chest to bury her face in the flat pillow, ashamed. An almost inaudible groan seeps from her mouth and into the pillow. She can't possibly think of him in such a way! It's wrong on so many levels!

Assuming he even had these desires, Kakashi is a professional and would never inappropriately touch her or even allow himself to think of her in such a way. It's only fair she grants him the same courtesy.

She untangles herself from the covers and slips out of bed, silently padding over to the bathroom, only to double back at the entrance. She snatches the blanket from the bed and lightly lays it on top of Kakashi's resting figure. At least he'll be comfortable for the remainder of his slumber.

Once in the bathroom, she turns on the faucet, pipes creaking and groaning under the pressure and waits for a stream to trickle out. Carefully smearing toothpaste on her wooden handled toothbrush, thanks to Yamato, she realizes the difficulty of erasing the immoral and unclean thoughts of Kakashi. Recollections of his large, rough hands gripping her thighs and his abnormally husky voice painting her skin red with goosebumps and raised hairs unintentionally drift back to her, making her skin flush once more.

She swallows a giddy laugh at the sensation of satisfaction and pride as she spits out the toothpaste and rinses her mouth. She splashes the cold water onto her face to rid herself of these unwanted feelings and thoughts, and begins to lather the bar of soap that Hinata had gifted her a few months ago. She relaxes in the comforting scent of frankincense and rose that reminds her so much of home.