Naruto Smirk Novels & Stories

The kiss isn’t soft and gentle, or harsh and passionate— it’s merely a brush of lips. A promise of more. He pulls back with a small, satisfied smile. “But I’ll make it easy for you…let’s leave this place, Miyamura”. If Miyamura smiled alluringly before, then this smile can only be described as a full baring of fangs— a look of a predator in the face of the most delicious of prey. “You know what’ll happen once we leave here, right?”. Even as he’s close to getting what he wants, he still tries to feel around for Sorahiko’s feelings. He still tries to give him an out.

James Voss. My smirk widened. Fucking bastard.

You're supposed to be a professional here. Lucas noticed, of course he noticed. The man seemed to have a sixth sense for when she was flustered. His eyes flicked toward her with unmistakable awareness, and a slow, knowing smirk spread across his face like sunrise breaking over a horizon. That expression held equal parts amusement and satisfaction, as if he'd just won some unspoken game she hadn't realized they were playing. Smug idiot, Nina thought immediately, though she couldn't quite summon any real irritation. Her embarrassment only deepened when she realized she was still staring.

He glanced back over his shoulder, and our eyes locked for half a second. That smirk. Lips curled like he’d just won some private game. That arrogant bastard.

He smirks like he just won. “What will it be, cousin?”

Kazuma shrugged at that and turned back slowly with a quick smile that crept on his face, " So sorry dude. I was with some ladies out there you know.; he uttered teasingly. "Pitt sh"; Sasuke pouted, feeling a little bit jealous of his friend's words. Seeing that Sasuke was now back to normal, he turned and glanced towards Hinata before then over to the teacher who was now standing firmly in the front of the class.

I smirked, a little wicked. Oh, he has no idea.

He smirked. Oh. Fuck it! Now he won.

The others at the table watched with varying degrees of curiosity, their attention shifting between the gray-eyed man, Dante, and myself as they waited to see how this exchange would develop. Then—he smirked. Not out of kindness or approval, not yet. But out of amusement, the kind that acknowledged an unexpected move in a game he had played countless times before. It wasn't acceptance, wasn't even respect necessarily, but it was recognition—acknowledgment that perhaps there was more here than initially assumed, that this particular piece on the board might move in ways worth observing.

Damon's smile faltered for a moment before he chuckled darkly. "Oh, he knows," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I sent him a text last night. Told him we'd be waiting. Let's see how long it takes him to save you... .for now...enjoy the scene until it's your turn" He pulled on Hinata's long hair so hard and continued using her as a pleasure toy. "Fucking loose, bitch...even your second hole is loose." He fisted her, stretching her beyond limits. Hinata's eyes rolled back as if she would give up the ghost soonest, her mouth open but no sound was heard only salivating and drooling like she was having seizures.