HOTS FOR MY SENSEI [Kakashi X Reader]

Sensei and Student

"Why you're such a bad girl (Y/N)", Sensei whispered leaning to my ear while still having me pinned to the wall. My hands were above my head, my boobs bouncing as my back hit the wall behind me. With my head bowed down, all I could focus on was Sensei's huge bulge that seemed to grow larger with every passing moment. My eyes widening and my cheeks in a constant flush.

Sensei looked down to my bare chest, bit his lip then shook his head, "Mm-mm, not girl, a woman... a goddess almost...", he took a good long look at every inch of my body, eventually ending up at my eyes. He had relaxed now while his gaze had emotions I couldn't particularly fathom and with that he let go of my hands facing the ground as if he'd fought a long difficult battle inside himself and lost.

He then turned around and walked a few steps plopping himself on my bed with his head in his hands. Is he feeling bad for having overcome with such desire for his student? But it's not like it was his fault. Raising his head but barely being able to look me directly, Sensei started to speak, "You've been running around my mind non-stop since that day on the dance floor (Y/N), then in the classroom too when we were almost going to- and now this... (Y/N) I am sor-", but before he could speak any further, I had walked a few steps myself to close the distance between us then raising his face softly by my index finger below his chin, I pressed my lips to his in a quick motion. To my surprise his mask wasn't much of a hinderance since being made of a really thin material that was.

He kept still for a while, I figured he wasn't expecting that, but soon gave in to the kiss. It wasn't too intense but it was enough to let my intentions known. "Please don't apologise Kakashi, I am just as much at fault if not more", I spoke calmly looking at him in the one uncovered eye of his. I found him intently looking back trying to find something in mine. After all it was the first time I had addressed him by his first name only, not Sensei.

I got on my knees in front of him as he remained sitting on the edge of the bed. I then took the opportunity of peeling his mask with my left hand as my right one held his face against my palm, caressing his cheek with my thumb. As the lower part of his face became visible, I gasped is awe. I had imagined how he would look without his mask, but the view in front of me had surpassed all those expectations.

This man in front of me was beautiful, his lips thin yet full, his visible eye dark but soft with a hint of glimmer in it and it seemed so kind, truly reflecting of the person he was. Some of his now disheveled hair fell loosely on his forehead above his headband and the way it made him look had butterflies flying in my stomach. And that mole on his chin, it was as if it had have to be put there by the maker himself, as a reminder that something so perfect needs a small mark of imperfection in order to prove that it's real after all and not some ideal being right out of an epic book or one of God's angels himself.

It was my turn to second guess the situation now. Well, obviously I am nowhere in his league, far from it in fact. I am just a Genin while he is, Kakashi of the Sharingan, the great Copy Ninja and oh so handsome... (mentally drooling). I kept staring at him in admiration while biting my lips in nervousness; but he seemed to have understood my sudden lack of confidence. Kakashi, as if reading my mind cupped my face with one of his hands and pulled me in another kiss right then. This one deeper and longer and more passionate than the previous.

Our lips moved in perfect synchrony as our bodies tried to fill if and any gaps between us. By the time we pulled apart, we were both panting breathlessly and I was sitting on his lap while his hands had firmly placed themselves on my butt. We sat silent there at the edge of the bed for a while, our faces inches apart and the only sound that could be heard was that of our heavy breathing.

I slowly lifted his headband to reveal his other eye, the one he always keeps hidden, the one that holds one of the most formidable visual prowesses in all of Shinobi. I stared deep into the crimson wheel as I tried to study the pattern of the Sharingan. It was said to be a Kekei Genkai or bloodline limit which meant it could only be found in the members of a single clan, the Uchiha Clan in this case. I wondered how Kakashi Hatake had come to acquire it and that too in only one eye.

I smiled at him which made him ease a bit. He put his hands on my waist and pressed his lips ever so gently on my forehead as I closed my eyes relishing the feeling of his soft lips. I've had so much pent up sexual energy for this man but now that he was in front of me, kissing me, making me feel things I've never felt in my life, I didn't wanna take it too fast. And I think he had the same thing in his mind. After all, we were still Sensei and student. And the world oughtta never know otherwise.

{NOTE}

So I have decided I will be updating this story every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I figured it would help me to come up with quality content in the least possible time. Because I have ideas for a couple of more books that I want to start but I'd only start with them once I've completed this one.

Shoutout to my cheerleader and number one motivator AngieGuth1
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