I Wish
Pairing: Reader/Kisame
Prompt: "Blue Lips, Blue Veins" for Friday, March 17th
Rated: T+
Summary: You’re cold, he’s hot. There’s only one logical solution for that.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1000
A/N: For @kisames-corner Kisame birthday event.
I read the prompt and thought “cold”, idk if it really fits, but here we are 🤷♀️
[Masterlist]
Despite the stop in the cave and despite the warm fire you were now sitting close to, your body shook and your teeth clattered. It was so cold!
Your superior looked at you from across the fire with an amused smirk. "Keep that up and you'll alert every bounty hunter in the country."
Kisame chuckled as you tried to stop your teeth from clattering again, and failed.
Of course he wasn't as affected by the weather! Not only was he one of the biggest guys you'd ever seen, he had that giant Akatsuki cloak to help him keep warm.
Since you weren't really a full fledged member of the Akatsuki, just little more than one of Sasori's subordinates, you didn't have a cloak of your own yet. It wasn't fair, really. Tobi had one!
You inched closer to the fire, any closer and you'd be in the fire, yet you were still cold! You continued to eye Kisame’s cloak, wondering if you could get away with stealing it for a few hours. Probably not. Maybe you could just sit close enough to stick your hands under the hem? Maybe your feet too?
“Huh? What are you staring at?”
"Give me...Your. Heat." You mumbled, teeth still clattering around every word.
"What?"
With all the speed of a desperate ninja you leapt over the fire, somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that you were finally warm for just a second, towards Kisame.
Kisame let out a string of confused profanities as he struggled to keep you off of him without resorting to tossing you to the other side of the cave. "The hell are you doing?"
"Warm! Warm!"
"What?"
With enough speed you were finally able to rip open Kisame's cloak. You paused your frantic movements as you registered that you had revealed his bare chest. How?! How was he running around in this weather without a shirt? The cloak must be warmer than you thought!
He paused too, his hands still gripping your forearms, and smirked when he noticed your eyes roaming his chest. "Like-"
He may have thought you were checking him out, but what really drew your attention wasn't the fact that his muscles were impeccably chiseled (well, mostly) but that his core was radiating enough heat to warm you up.
Before he could finish his smug response, you pulled your arms out of his grasp and spun around. You practically slammed your back into his chest and clutched the front of the cloak closed, relishing in the trapped body heat.
"Seriously? You know, if you can’t handle a little chill-"
Kisame began to reprimand you, his hands hovering awkwardly by your shoulders as he wasn’t sure what to do now, but you ignored his complaints and looked up at him. “Yea, you’re right. This isn’t practical.”
“What ar-”
For a second time your actions confused him so much that he could do nothing but stand still. You turned around with a shuffle, careful not to open the front of the cloak, and hopped up and anchored yourself to him by locking your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
A smaller man might have been imbalanced by the sudden shift in weight and slight but sudden impact, but this was Kisame Hoshigaki, he could easily bear your weight. Besides, you were holding yourself up as you clung to him...and he didn’t know what to do as you nuzzled your nose into his neck. If you’d thought he was warm before, the unexpected and intimate physical contact sent a rather embarrassing surge of warmth through his entire body. A part of him hoped you didn’t notice, since your eyes were closed he was sure he was safe from a visual scrutiny, but you likely heard his heart rate spike before he managed to get it under control.
“Get off of me.” He didn’t sound nearly as gruff as he intended.
“We’ll both be more comfortable if you just sit down, Kisame.”
Kisame let out a huff halfway between a growl and a sigh before, unseen by you, he smirked as an idea for some revenge came to his mind. If you refused to let go of him and wanted him to sit down…
He pulled his arms inside his cloak, noting that you didn’t react to the movement, and roughly grabbed your bottom, the echo of the slap bouncing off the cave walls despite being muffled by his cloak. He was rewarded with a surprised squeal from you and grinned to himself as he sat back down, maneuvering you so you were straddling him.
“Jokes on you. Your hands are warm and my butt is just as cold as the rest of me."
"Hm? You liked that did you?"
You nodded, or perhaps you were just warming your face against his increasingly hot skin. “Go ahead, touch me wherever you want.”
He could hear the dare in your voice and could feel you smirking into his shoulder. You were playing with fire at this point. How close were you truly willing to get? “Careful what you wish for.” To emphasize his words, he gave your ass another rough squeeze before sliding one hand underneath your shirt, resting it against your lower back.
You shuddered at his touch then stilled. For just a second his stomach knotted up, wondering if you changed your mind. But you looked up at him, a grin still on your face, before you surprised him with a kiss. Soft, short, sweet. “I wish.”
When he kisses you it’s the opposite; rough, demanding, drawn out. Now that he has you, he doesn’t want to stop.
You were finally warm, hot even. Right up until he slammed your naked back onto the freezing ground of the cave. Your screams and his chuckles echoed through the cave even as he laid out his cloak for you. That’s it. You were definitely going to steal it, after he warmed you up again!
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