Falling for my Sensei ?? Kakashi Hatake x OC

Author's note: there are several Naruto characters throughout my story that I write as villains or out of their 'normal' character. If you're seriously THAT butt hurt about even a tiny bit of Sakura slander, you should probably just stop reading here 😂😂 I actually like Sakura. I think people over exaggerate how annoying she actually is. BUT THIS IS A STORY. I wrote it the way I want to. If you're here to bitch without reading on, I'm just gonna mute you 😂 cause your probably a minor anyway. Bye!

As soon as I get home I strip and throw on my go to outfit, some boyshort underwear and a tshirt.

I need alcohol.

My hands are still shaking from the anger coursing through my body. I grab one of the cigarettes that I stole from Asuma, from off the counter.

I stick it behind my ear.

I walk over to the pantry and begin searching for any bottle of liquor that I can find.

Nothing.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" I shout to my empty apartment.

I begin to look through every cabinet for any sign of alcohol.

I finally find a bottle of red wine that had been pushed to the back of one of the shelves. Probably because I hate red wine.

But right now the thought of it makes me drool. I'll use my fake ID to go get some more tonight.

It wouldn't be smart to go in the middle of the day since someone might see me and Iruka thinks he took the only fake one I had.

I find my bottle opener and pop the cork. My skin crawls from the bitter scent of the wine as I bring it to my lips as I take a long sip.

I take the bottle with me and grab a lighter to sit on my balcony and smoke a cigarette.

As I sit crisscross on the floor looking out over the lake, I wonder what Kurenai would say if she were here.

I try to imagine how upset she would have been if I came home early on a Monday after being suspended from training.

I giggle to myself because I know she would've beat my ass.

"Hey Kurenai, are you pissed that I'm day drinking instead of training?" I speak as if she's sitting bedside me.

I wish she was.

I stare at the empty spot next to me taking another chug from the wine bottle.

This is all fucking Sakura's fault. Why does she have to be such a bitch! If she would just mind her own business I wouldn't have lost my shit on her.

And Kakashi, what the fuck.

How was he going to punish me but not her? It felt like he was coming at me personally.

Maybe Iruka was right.

Maybe things were going to be different now. I feel anxious at the thought of Kakashi and I never being the same again.

Maybe things would've been better off if I had never called him over that night.

I feel the same sadness I've been feeling the past couple of nights, creep up my body. And the idea of not having Kakashi leaves my chest feeling hollow.

My mind wanders back to Saturday night. The feeling of Kakashi's warm hands caressing over my skin.

Remembering the spots that his lips touched makes me crave his kisses again.

I bring my hand to my neck letting myself get lost in the memory of his tongue licking the sensitive spot above my collarbone.

I want to feel him again. I want his mouth to conquer mine and his hands to venture all over my body.