Dirty Kisses

Just a quick series of oneshots before I continue my ongoing stories!
So, a quick disclaimer -I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, etc-
This was written to the songs 'Glad you came' by The Wanted, 'Call me maybe' by Carly Rae Jepsen, and 'Mr Watson' by Ke$ha (of course!), so... you know what to expect.

Please enjoy, and review!

Sakura knocked on the closed door of her English Lit classroom. Her friends couldn't know, but inside she felt like she was on fire, tingling and trembling both with nervousness and excitement.

"I don't think he's here Sakura." Ino said, shifting her weight to her other hip and tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder impatiently. Beside her, Hinata gazed down the hall at Naruto at his locker. Sakura followed her gaze then shook her head.

"I'm sure he's here." Just as she spoke, the door opened with a soft click, and Kakashi Hatake leaned casually against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice soft. Sakura envied his calmness: she felt as though she might burst at any minute.

"Um, M-Mr Hatake, you said I could come after class for help on my book report? I don't know if you remember, but I was having trouble with the... the symbolism of the novel." she stammered, flushing red.
It was ridiculous to still be embarassed like this, but she couldn't help it: with her friends beside her, it just reminded her all the more that she was doing something bad. This definitely wasn't allowed, it wasn't right, but Kakashi looked totally at ease while she could barely meet his eyes. Kakashi gave her a small smile, and she felt like she could collapse.

"Of course I remember. Come on in, then. Have you got your book with you?" he asked, opening the door wider and gesturing for her to enter.

"Uh-huh." she said with a nod.

"Bye Sakura." Hinata and Ino said, waving as they walked away.

"Bye-bye!" Sakura called after them as she walked into Mr Hatake's classroom.

He shut the door behind her with a soft click, and locked it just as quietly. The lights were off, and the blinds on the windows were half-closed, casting a pleasant shadow throughout the large room. Sakura noticed the chairs were stacked against the wall and his desk was clean of paper. It took her a few moments to realize that they were alone- and they were wasting precious time.
She let her backpack slip to the floor, and she turned around. He was standing by his desk, a small orange book in his hands. Seeming to notice she was watching him, he looked up and slowly put the book back into his desk drawer. He took a few slow steps towards her, his hands back in his pockets, his eyes tracing her silhouette tenderly, carefully.
She always felt self-conscious at the beginning: he had once said that he could spend forever just watching her breathe, but as he didn't say anything while he did so, she often wondered how she compared to her classmates, or the other teachers in his mind. She stood still, a blush creeping back onto her cheeks as she gazed at her feet. The beginning was always hard, always embarassing. But the end result was worth it a thousand times over.

Mr Hatake stepped closer still, now barely six feet away. She listened to the sounds of the school emptying: classes had been finished for over an hour, and the hallways were now almost devoid of students and staff alike.

"Sakura." He spoke softly, but in the silence it seemed to echo. Certainly his voice made her bones hum, but she knew that that was something quite different. She looked up at him, gave a tiny smile.

"Yes?"

And, as always, that was all it took.

He was upon her, his mouth on hers, opening hers, his hands at the small of her back, sliding downwards to her skirt, tugging down her panties, then back up to her neck, tangling in her hair, holding her to him. She pressed back against him hungrily; she was always greedy with him, wanting him from beginning to end. She tipped her chin up, stroked his tongue with hers and was rewarded with an appreciative grunt. Her breasts were pressing into his chest, her hips were crushed against his, and she knew it was only a matter of time... They made their way to the nearest group of desks; he lifted her onto them, where she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, moaning as he kissed and sucked at her neck.

"M-Mr Hatake..." she gasped, clinging to him as he licked the shell of her ear, removing her shoes and kneesocks as he did so. He gazed at her momentarily, aroused and fiery.

"You know what to call me outside of school hours, Sakura." he muttered into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers of pleasure cascading through her.

"Kakashi... Kakashi..." she moaned into his neck, her fingers buried in his silvery hair.

She could feel his erection pressing against her through his pants, and every part of her seemed to be throbbing at the contact. His fingers skillfully undid her button-up shirt in a moment, and her pink lace bra soon followed. Kakashi's lips softly trailed kisses down her collarbones, giving special attention to the hickeys that had not yet fully faded from the last time, until he finally reached her nipple, which he teased with his tongue while his fingers fondled the other. Sakura was gasping for breath, feeling as though she were suffocating in a cloud of ultimate pleasure- this was definitely beyond anything she'd ever imagined. Her own experiments with herself seemed like child's play in comparison to this, the big leagues, the world championship.

And she felt like the winner.

That's the first one done! By the way, I do not in any way support relationships between teachers and students, highschool or other. Just to let you know. Please review and tell me what you think! I've never done oneshots before, so I'm not sure if it's too long or too short...