Falling for my Sensei •• Kakashi Hatake x OC

The Morning After

I stare at the spot on the ceiling that has been the focus of my attention for the past two hours.

I haven't slept yet but the soft light beginning to come through the curtains, tells me it's morning.

I sit up and feel my head start pounding from drinking the entire bottle of rum.

I pick up my phone to check the time. 6:30 am. Maybe I should go out for a jog in order to distract myself from the fucking disaster that was last night.

I move to swing my legs off the edge of the bed and realize I'm sore as fuck.

I guess that's what I get as punishment for my actions.

I had sex with Shikamaru and Kakashi.

And both times ended horribly.

I slept with Kakashi.

"What the Fuck." I whisper to myself.

And I let him cum inside of me.

Actually I encouraged it the way I had wrapped my legs around him. I'm lucky I'm on birth control.

His words have been on repeat in my head all night.

"Are you even on birth control Ari?!"

If he had just calmed the fuck down I could've told him I was. And that he had nothing to worry about.

He thinks I'm stupid, that I don't know how to care for myself.

Does he really think that I would risk everything I've worked for like that? I obviously understand his concern but he acted like everything had been my fault.

"I mean you just fucked Shikamaru tonight too, didn't you?"

Those words. They held so much meaning behind them.

Those words were completely humiliating and degrading me for the choices I made with my body.

It fucking hurt. It hurt because of who they came from.

I never expected Kakashi to treat me that way. I've loved him as my friend for most of my life. I know that recently things had changed and sure, it threw us both off.

But how can I forgive the way he spoke to me?

After what we did, what we shared.

It was such a sensitive situation that we had entangled ourselves in. He was my Sensei, my friend, a man who had been a part of my life since I could remember.

He was also 14 years older than me.

We crossed a line together, intimately.

I trusted him enough to give him a piece of myself and it felt like he didn't appreciate it.

I feel the tears forming and I shake it off. I'm not going to fucking cry again.

I walk into my bathroom and look at the girl in the reflection.

That's not me.

This girl with puffy red eyes and a mascara streaked face is not me. I splash water on my face, washing away the evidence of a rough night.

When I'm done I lightly pat my face dry with a towel.

I tilt my head up to get a good look at my neck in the mirror.

My skin is littered with purple and red bruises from where Kakashi left a reminder of the night we shared.

I trace my fingers over them lightly.