Falling for my Sensei ?? Kakashi Hatake x OC

Birthday Wish (Kakashi ???)

"The loneliness?"

He cuts me off, catching me off guard. He forces a smile onto his face before putting the clothes from his laundry basket into the washer.

"I like how your place feel different. Warm." He explains as he pulls the bottle of detergent from a cabinet.

"It feels like home." My heart begins to melt at the sweet confession.

He pauses for a moment before he dumps the laundry detergent onto the pile of dirty clothes.

"Or maybe it's just because you're there." He looks over at me, flashing me a tiny smile.

If I had not known previously that I was in love with the man standing before me, his words would have sent me hurdling head over heels.

I stand awkwardly at the door of the laundry room.

How can one person make another feel this way?

Kakashi makes me forget what pain fees like. There's truly no other way to put it. When I'm with him, it's as if I've never felt pain before.

Nothing has ever hurt me and nothing ever will, as long as I have him.

He stops what he's doing to face me.
"You okay?"

I quickly close the distance between us, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck and pulling him towards me.

I kiss him hard, without caution to my actions.

For the first time this week, I don't treat him as if he's made of glass.

His hands pull me by my waist, crushing me against his chest. Our lips are magnetized, moving against each other with enough force to make my head fuzzy.

I feel his tongue invite itself into my mouth and I urgently return the gesture, letting out a soft moan.

Responsibility tries to force its way through my hazy brain as I speak up in between kisses.

"Wait... it's... not... Monday..."

My actions don't match my words as my eyes roll back at the feeling of his wet lips against my neck.

"I don't give a fuck." He growls, sending a light hum over my sensitive skin.

He walks me backwards by my waist as we exit the laundry room, our mouths never parting.

His hands find my shoulders and he lightly pushes me backwards. He grips my hand in his and nearly drags me to his bedroom.

Once we're through the door he wastes no time in unbuttoning my denim shorts and sliding them down with my panties until they pool around my ankles.

My eyes widen at the quick action as he turns me around to face the bed.

He reaches for the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. Since I skipped the bra this morning, I'm left completely naked before him.

"Bend baby." His warm breath tickles my ear and I feel a warm flush spread throughout my body.

I feel his hand on the small of my back pushing me forward. I fold forward over the edge of the bed, laying my naked torso against his soft comforter with my feet still planted on the ground.

I wiggle a little in the position I'm in as my backside and center are fully exposed to him.

"Fuck, you're a pretty sight." He says with a voice full of lust.

I feel his warm palm caress the bare skin of my bottom. He lightly rubs his hand in a circle and then removes it.

Before I can protest I feel his hand slap back down onto my ass forcing a small yelp from my mouth.