Kakashi x Reader: the feeling I don't want

Chapter 10 Readers POV

[I'm soooo sorry for not posting this sooner. I've been busy with studying for finals and all that fun stuff. I finally got it done though. So with out further-a-do I present Chapter 10]

Our bodies were pressed together in a hot steamy mess. My stomach was covered in his seed. His warm hands pressed against my hip and his lips gently tickled my neck. Occasionally he would kiss my neck to hard, leaving a mark or two on my neck.

"Ohhh sens-" I began to say as he kissed the sensitive spot on my neck but stopped when he pinched the skin on my neck between his teeth. "Ouch!" Kakashi looked at me and smiled a slyly

"How many times do I have to tell you, call me Kakashi, you're more than my student now."

"I'm sorry, it's just so hard to get used to." I pulled him in closer to me, pressing my lips against his. He kissed my lips softly, but then paused, his lips still pressed against mine. He pulled away and looked towards the door. He got up faster than my eyes could follow and put his pants back on with the same speed.

"What's wrong..." he pressed his left index finger over my lips and with his right index made a shushing signal. He moved by the door and slowly wrapped his fingers around the knob. Gently turning the knob, as to not make a noise, he yanked open the door, only to find no one. I had put my cloths back on and was behind him, ready to aid in attacking whom ever had intruded. We slowly crept downstairs, only to find no one, again. Just an open door and papers from a file Kakashi had left on the counter. He quickly picked them up and put them back into the folder they blew out of.

"You stay here," he said as he looked out the door, "I know where they went, but I'll deal with them." before I could object he had already ran off out of sight.

"Kakashi!" Why did he run off without me? I'm all alone now. All alone after what we had just done. Why do I feel this way, he's my sensei. I shouldn't have done that with him. I close the door behind me and walk towards town. The ground in front of my feet slightly illuminated by the moon and stars. As I near town I see someone standing by a tree. A smile comes across my face. "Kiba!" I call out, at the same time waving my arms to gather his attention. When he looks up something is off.

"Hey..." His voice low and withdrawn.                                                       

"What's wrong, Kiba" I reach out an arm to touch him, but was rejected. He pulled away and hung his head lower than it already was. I moved closer and he began to shell up more. "Kiba talk to me..."

"What is there to talk about?" His words only a cold whisper "I told you I loved you, only to be rejected."

"I'm-" I reached out a hand again, only to have it slapped away

"No! Don't touch me." Despite his orders, I placed my hand on his face and kissed his forehead. Whatever anger engulfed him, had now melted away. He looked me in the eye, then turned away again. "Who do you love?" Startled by the question, my only response was silence. "You love your sensei don't you?" Again I long silent pause as I looked down toward the ground.

"I don't know what are you talking abo-" Suddenly I hit the ground. When I opened my eyes I saw Kiba's face only inches from mine. He had my arms pinned above my head and his hips slightly pressed against mine. "What are you do-" I tried to get out only to be cut off by Kiba pressing his lips against mine softly. I struggled to push him off of me. A hotness began coursing through my blood, not that in which I felt with Kakashi, but an anger. I manage to unpin myself from underneath him and smack him across the face, leaving a temporary red mark. Out of nowhere, Kakashi dropped out of a tree. His eyes darted between Kiba and me. No words were said, only an awkward silence, and tenseful glares were shared. Kakashi grabbed my hand with a tight grip and yanked me away from Kiba. The walk back to his apartment was quiet and miserable. His grip tight and angry.

"K-kakashi...What's wrong?" I tugged at his arm a little. No response. He continued walking at the same fast pace, coming closer and closer to his home. He reached out his arm and turned the knob, yanking open the door and dragging me inside. When the door latched shut he pulled me into him, tightly wrapping his arms around me. One arm around my waist pushing into me, the other pressing my head gently against his heart. After a few seconds in this position he slid his hand on my head gently down my jawline, stopping at my chin, and tilted my gaze up to his eyes. His mask had been removed and his eyes looking like they were about to cry. "Kakashi?" The only response I received was a slight smile. The hand which was pressed against the small of my back moved towards my face. He gently cupped my face and, with no words, gazed into my eyes with a small, hardly noticeable smile on his face. He pressed his lips against mine with a passion even bigger than when he first kissed me. Every ounce of me melted into him and willed him to do whatever he wanted. Reluctantly, he broke the bond between our lips and kissed my cheek before whispering into my ear.

"I love you"