Romans & histoires Kakashi X Sakura Lemon

A strange feeling pools at the depths of my stomach. “Then why are you doing it?” His gaze drags over my face before settling back on my eyes. “Because I want you, Sora Raine.” That is fucking ridiculous. We’ve known each other for less than a day. No one ever wants someone that quickly. Right? Kade’s mouth curves into something dangerously close to a smile. “And unlike you, I’m not pretending otherwise.”

l Getting in the kitchen and heating the food, l could hear Kayla waking her up to which immediately said sorry when she opened her eyes and started to attack her with kisses and Kira flashed her beautiful smile. She does really have a soft spot for Kayla. Making myself known she's shocked to see which l don't blame her for after the way l ended her call. "Hey. Sorry about the call thing," "It's okay. Thank you for coming." She shrugs it off and stands to walk to the kitchen to which it had me groaning cause the lose big T-shirt she wore made her look sexy and it covered the short she wore inside.

I gave him a look of mock annoyance before taking a long sip from my drink, silently hoping the conversation would shift away from the awkward topic. “How was the kiss, Yasmir?” Lucas asked with a sly grin, leaning in with apparent curiosity. “She’s hot though,” Eli added with a smirk, draping an arm around Lucas’s shoulders and turning the moment into a playful exchange. The table erupted in laughter and teasing, the atmosphere light and jovial.

I sighed as I took a long and gradual sip of the tea. “I saw another guy kissing Lila,” I told her, placing the cup back on the table. “I don’t understand why you are so hung up over her…” Connie muttered, taking a sip of her own tea before placing the cup down.

Obviously, she could see that Harvey was in a dire situation on the other side of the screen. “Ms. Walker, you don’t have a say in the matter, and neither do I. Sir York will be the one deciding if you’ll walk out alive or not…” Sakura raised Kait’s jaw and kissed the corner of her mouth before licking her with a playful expression on her face. “Remember to make it quick, Mr. Akano! “I tried her out for you. She doesn’t taste bad at all. “You won’t be able to have your fun with the two women there since they’re poisoned.

While Akira was back in her room, the image of Yuki and that guy kissing passionately kept replaying in her mind—she was startled, feeling tremors of disbelief. “Okay, they are in a serious relationship,” Akira muttered to themselves, trying to convince herself to move on. She left the school and headed home, her thoughts still consumed by what she had witnessed. But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort.

Kenji wanted so badly to pull Sakura back and stop her from speaking, but it was too late. "Nice to meet you. I’m Sakura Nakano, KENJI'S FIANCE." Sakura even emphasized the word "fiance," not wanting her parents to doubt their status. Kenji watched as Akiko’s expression changed, but only for a moment. Her hand reached out to take Sakura’s. "Wow!" Akiko finally managed to speak after a brief silence. "Congratulations! Oji-san hasn’t mentioned anything to me." Akiko sounded cheerful—or at least tried to. But Kenji, who knew Akiko so well, could tell her smile—and congratulations—were far from genuine.

Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt. We ate slowly, deliberately: steamed tamagoyaki rolled into perfect golden layers, miso-glazed eggplant, tiny bowls of natto that I politely declined, fresh persimmon sliced into translucent moons. My stomach, mercifully calm, accepted everything without protest. Sakura kept sneaking glances at me, knowing, excited, like we shared the most delicious secret in the world. Halfway through the meal Dante set his teacup down with soft finality and looked across at Haruto assistant standing behind.

The hot springs, a hidden sanctuary, became their arena for exploration, for transgression. Sakura, always the most direct, was the first to act. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of Naruto's jaw, pulling him closer. "Well, Baka," she murmured, her voice husky. "Let's see if you can handle this kind of training." She kissed him, a deep, possessive kiss that sent a jolt through him. He responded, his hands gripping her hips, his body pressing against hers. The initial awkwardness began to melt away, replaced by a rising tide of lust.

She laughed heartily. Jane asked, “A real-life reverse harem? Between Sakura and the Princeton brothers? I had no idea.” Akira chuckled as she descended from the chair she had used to stand on in order to raid the higher cabinets. Once she planted her feet on the floor again, she said, “At least you know what a reverse harem is. And no, not just the Princeton brothers. My brother, Sosuke, as well. He’s smitten with Sakura, to say the least.”