Hinata One-shots(Requests welcome)

Sensei

I do not own Naruto.

Iruka X Hinata smut

This one wasn't requested, but I decided to bestow it upon you all anyways. <3

He sat at his desk and buried his face in his hands. What had he done in his life to deserve this torment? He honestly wasn't sure but he was hating every second of it. she was driving him insane and he didn't know what to do about it. He looked over to her and sighed inwardly as he rubbed his eyes once more. Could she know what she did to him? He doubted it, she was about as innocent as they come either way. He released a breath he didn't realize he had been holding and looked over to her.

"You don't have to stay and help me today, you know..." he said and she peered up at him from under long ebony lashes. "I know," she said softly, only to place another stack of graded papers down on his desk. She then looked at him with those sultry eyes once more and he sucked in a slight breath. It wasn't that she was even trying to seduce him with a glance, it was just those damnable eyes had some kind of effect on him that he couldn't shake no matter how hard he had tried.

This was wrong in every way. He shouldn't be thinking about her in this manner in the slightest. She had been his student for kami's sake. He had watched her grow up to be a beautiful young woman and he felt wrong in every way to be having such lewd thoughts about the young woman before him. Her deft fingertips snatched yet another stack of papers to grade. She looked up at him and a slight blush crossed her cheeks when she caught him staring once more.

"Are you ok, Iruka-sensei?" she asked and he sighed as he shook all of those thoughts from his head once more. "Yeah, I'm fine Hinata-chan, sorry for staring." He chuckled sheepishly as he scratched his neck nervously. She offered a small smile and tucked her long bluish ebony hair behind her ear. The slightest bit of her exposed neck made a feeling arise in the pit of his stomach that he was fighting to squash down. He wanted nothing more than to see how her skin felt beneath his lips and that was wrong of him.

He tried his best not to focus on the 18 year old before him, but that was hard. She was a stunning beauty and even he couldn't take his eyes off of her even though he had taught her so many years ago. Even though Hinata had been in love with Naruto since they were genin, he still couldn't get her out of his mind. He had never felt this way about her when she were younger, it just suddenly sprang itself upon him when she decided to work part time as his assistant. He sighed and began slipping all the graded papers into a folder as he turned to look over at her.

"Hinata, I think I'm going to call it for the night. Would you care to join me for dinner or something since you helped me so much?" he asked and a smile crossed her lips. He was enthralled with that smile. "Sure, Iruka-sensei. I would love that." She said softly and he grinned at her. "Come on then, let's go." He said and grabbed her hand gently, eliciting yet another blush from her. she stood and followed him down the road to the local barbecue place with her hand still wrapped in his.

He blushed and moved to release her hand, but the moment his grip had slackened on hers, her fingers laced with his. He blushed a little darker and made a move to apologize for being so informal, but when he looked at her she had moved closer to him and placed her other hand on his forearm. He couldn't find the air to breathe, much less the mental capacity to think. She was holding his hand and it had fried his brain to the point of no return.

The only time she released him was when they had gotten seated across from one another. They sat there in silence as food was set in front of them on plates so that they could put it on the grill. He opened his mouth to speak but they both said the other's name at the same time. "I'm sorry, please... you first..." he said and she offered a small smile she insisted he go first instead. He took a deep breath and released it, he had to admit how he felt for her. He needed to get it off his chest.