Kakashi Oneshots Book 1

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You tried to pretend nothing had changed.

That the last few nights didn’t haunt your dreams. That you weren’t picturing him every time you lay in bed, legs tangled in sheets, thighs pressed tight in frustration. That you didn’t wake up sweating with the ghost of his voice in your ear 
“Notice how soft your lips look now? Wonder what kind of sounds you make when you fall apart? Think about what you'd do if I pressed my mouth against your neck right now?”

But pretending didn’t work.

Not when Kakashi kept watching you like that. Not when every interaction  passing brush of shoulders, the way his hand lingered too long on your lower back  felt like a promise.

And not when you came home late one night and found him alone in your kitchen again.

Leaning against the counter. Arms crossed. Shirt loose over his frame but unbuttoned halfway down, exposing the smooth plane of his chest. His mask was gone this time.

You froze.

His gaze flicked to you. Calm. Slow. Like a predator finally finished playing.

“Your brother’s out,” he said, voice smooth. “Won’t be back for a while.”

You should have walked away. You should have said something  anything but the words didn’t come. Not when he was looking at you like that. Not when heat bloomed low in your belly just from the sight of him.

He pushed off the counter and stepped closer. Each click of his steps echoed loud in your chest.

“I’ve been patient,” Kakashi said. “Longer than I should’ve.”

You backed up instinctively, breath catching as your spine hit the wall.

He didn’t stop until he was inches from you. His hand came up slowly and traced the line of your jaw with his thumb.

“Still shy?” he murmured.

You nodded once, barely.

He leaned down, lips ghosting your ear. “Good.”

And then his mouth was on yours.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was claiming  rough, slow, full of everything he’d been holding back. His hands slid around your waist and pulled you into him, chest to chest. One thigh slid between yours, forcing your legs apart as his tongue dipped past your lips with sinful ease. You whimpered into him, clinging to his shoulders, your body going pliant under his touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your mouth, voice rougher now. “You taste better than I imagined.”

Your heart pounded. “You imagined?”

He pulled back just far enough to look at you  breath heavy, lips swollen.

“For years.”

Before you could react, he spun you around and pressed you against the wall, his body caging yours. His hand slid up under your shirt  slow, teasing tracing your ribs, your stomach, and higher until his palm covered your bare breast.

“No bra,” he noted, voice husky. “Naughty.”

You squeaked as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, a sharp jolt shooting through you.