I awoke to Kakashi still holding his arms around me, his face buried in the back of my neck, and I felt his soft breaths agaisnt it. He had been there next to me, touching, holding me all through the night, and not once did I awake in fear of what might happen. I released my breath in a sigh, closing my eyes again, finding comfort in his warmth. I reached down and wrapped my hand around on of his, intertwining my fingers in his long, slender ones. I stayed like that for a few moments, before I realized what I was doing.
I was falling for this man.
As the realization sank into my mind, I tried to wiggle free, desperate to break from his hold. As if sensing my change, Kakashi awoke, and I felt his grip tighten. His arms that had felt so comforting only a moment before now felt as if they were crushing me as he held my back against his chest. I heard his deep voice as his hand finally left my own, and reached up to lightly stroke my neck, a warning.
"Where do you think you're going, hm?"
There was something about his voice that made me stop. I couldn't tell if it was possessiveness, or anger, or worry, but whatever it was, it made my body stop struggling aginst his arms. My hand reflexively went to his arm, and I could feel the muscles as I ran my hand along it, towards the hand that still floated around my neck. I held it in my own as I spoke, trying not to let my voice crack.
"I just needed to use the restroom," I said in a light voice, trying to calm not only myself, but Kakashi as well. "I didn't mean to wake you,"
I pulled his hand infront of my face, and sat there rubbing my thumbs along his palm, and I felt the grip of his other arm loosen. I stiffened slightly when I felt his hand and body pull away, taking the heat with him. I felt his hands on my waiste and he turned me onto my back. His head went to my neck and his breath sent shivers down my spine. I felt his face moving over my skin, his nose gently brushing against my cheeks, then my ear, and down my neck to my collar bone.
"Do you know how hard it is to keep myself from you? Do you know how much lust I feel at just the thought of you, let alone sharing the same bed with you?" He asked.
I didn't get a chance to respond, as a gasp of pleasure escaped my lips when he finally chose a spot to place his lips along my neck. My body arched slightly, trying to get closer to him, and I had to fight back the urge to grab his head and wrap my legs around his waist.
"God, you just love to make it even harder, don't you?" He asked again before placing his lips on the same spot.
I felt his hair tickle my face and pulled away slightly. Why was I allowing this? Why did I want it? Why did I want his self control to break, and for him to just do it? For him to satisfy this craving I have?
I was startled by the loud ringing of a phone, my head snapping to the side and my whole body jolting. He had his phone in here all night? I hadn't even noticed. I could have called someone, tell them what was happening, get free of this place, of him, and I hadn't even noticed it was there and now it was too late.
But would I even of done anything if I had seen it there?
Kakashi gave a loud, disappointed sigh as he sat up, leaning back on his knees, which were now on either side of me, and I had a perfect view of his chest and six pack.
"I have to get ready for work," He said, clearly angry at the disruption. He swung his leg over me and slid of the bed, walking out of the bedroom. He came back a moment later with a small plate of food and set it down on the bedside table.
"Here you are, my love." He smiled as he turned and walked towards the bathroom.
He came out a few minutes later, his mask now back on his face, and he gave me a closed eye smile. He walked to the bedroom door and turned before he left, a possessive smile etched across his face.
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Kakashi Is Bad At Love (Yandere Kakashi)
Fiksi PenggemarWhen the object of all Kakashi's desires begins to receive his notes telling her how much she is loved, her reaction isn't a happy one. This is because they come from a complete stranger to her, one who doesn't take her rejection well and begins to...