My Story Time:

Title: “Kakashi Sensei Had to Marry Me? And I’m NOT Here For It… (But Like, the Tea is SPICY)”

Bestie, let me spill all the tea—this situation was WILD. So, Hokage drops this bomb that Kakashi Sensei has to marry me? Me? A freshly 18-year-old virgin with zero interest in his fine (but way older) ass? No cap, I was not about that life.

But one night, he shows up at my place, mask still on, looking all mysterious AF. “Hasiba,” he says, voice low, “we should… talk.” I rolled my eyes so hard—like, sir, this is not a rom-com. But then he stepped closer, and oof, the way his scent—clean, like steel and rain—hit me? Unfair.

I crossed my arms, trying to keep my feisty energy up. “Sensei, I said I don’t wanna do this.” But then he brushed a hand over my frizzy waves, and my stupid traitorous body tensed. His fingers traced my jaw, and ugh, why did it feel kinda… good?

“The Hokage’s orders aren’t negotiable,” he murmured, and I hated how his voice made my stomach flip. I tried to step back, but he caught my wrist—gentle but firm. “Relax,” he said, and I hated that too, because suddenly my pussy was betraying me, getting slick when I didn’t even want him.

His thumb rubbed over my lower lip, and I huffed. “This is not happening.” But then he leaned in, breath warm against my ear: “You don’t have to lie.” BESTIE. My clit throbbed.

And then—ugh—his knee slid between my thighs, pressing up just enough to make me gasp. “K-Kakashi—” I choked out, but he shushed me, fingers trailing down my neck, making my nipples peak under my top.

“See?” He smirked—smirked! “Your body knows what it wants.”

EXCUSE ME???

But then he kissed me, and—fuck—it was so good. I hated that it was good. His tongue slid against mine, and I moaned like some thirsty simp. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against the very obvious bulge in his pants, and yikes, I was so wet.

“You’re blushing,” he teased, and I hated him.

…But not enough to stop.

(To be continued… because this man ruined me.)