Naruto Smirk Novels & Stories

He looked at me, a smirk on his face and his eyes turned to its normal color now. “That’s one, baby, I got ninety-nine more ways to show.” he smirked, licking his lower lip as he watched my reddened face and chest. Oh, fuck it ‘cause this heat can take that ninety-nine.

A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I watched their eyes widen with anticipation, their gazes fixed on the unfolding spectacle. Finally, I lunged forward, catching hold of Nate's arm and pulling him up with a swift motion. As he regained his footing, a wry smile spread across his face, one that revealed a blend of gratitude and amusement. He had sensed my deliberate delay and knew I had intentionally added a touch of drama to the situation. The glint in his eyes acknowledged the secret we shared, a silent understanding of our playful dynamic.

The other girls up on the stage are still dancing, but almost everyone’s attention is on the group huddled in the middle of the floor. I threw back the third one and snorted. I half choked, half laughed knowing that Star probably has some poor sap eating out of her ass cheeks and selling his soul for some bump and grind. It would also explain why Randy was a little short with me on what’s going on on the floor. He’s made it obvious that he liked her with the little things he did for her. My body warmed slightly and I asked him for two more shots when a couple of girls leaned on the counter next to me. “Oh my Gods, can you believe how hot he is?" Sakura squealed. She was a big Naruto fan and

A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “That’s my girl.”

A smirk played across my lips. "Good, kick his body into the forest and let the wild animals enjoy their feast"

He walked into the room casually, his smirk already in place, as if he owned the very air we breathed. “Speak of the devil,” sir Luciano said with a grin, looking up at his son. Nathan’s eyes immediately found mine, and the smirk deepened. “Miss me already?” he drawled. I shot him a glare, my lips pressed into a thin line. “Not in the slightest.” He chuckled, the sound low and mocking, and sauntered over to the couch, his gaze still on me. “This one’s a little tight,” he commented, pointing to a picture of himself in a snug training uniform.

Looking up, I saw her smirk. Oh, game on, little one.

My smirk widens. * * *

He smirks. Someone thinks they're smart but I'll show them I'm not someone to be messed with.

He smirked. " We'll see about that "