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The crisp chilly morning air is a refreshing- even if slightly unwelcomed- wake up call for your warm and tired skin. 4 AM departures for missions were annoying to say the least but it was part of the job when being a kunoichi and luckily it wasn’t something you had to do often. Despite the early morning you’re excited and looking forward to the mission; escorting a wealthy merchant's daughter back to her home towards the west border of the Land of Fire. Though that's not what you’re excited about.
The Rokudaime didn’t give much information about the other shinobi you were to complete the mission with but he did say it would be an Inuzuka, you’re hoping it’s Hana or Kiba. Having grown up with Kiba and going through the academy together you were rather close to him and his family. It’s been a while since you’ve been able to see them though. You’d been meaning to at least stop by but even after the war and the years it's taken to try to fully establish peace all the jonin still find themselves rather busy with missions and you were no exception. But no matter the excuse, you were sure to get an earful from Tsume once you did end coming by.
As you approach the gates your excitement rises at the sight of Kibas familiar figure leaning against the post, slumped over like he’s half asleep and Akamaru waiting happily next to him. As soon as he lays eyes on you Akamaru whines loudly and takes off running towards you, not slowing down for a second as he jumps into your arms or waiting for your body to hit the ground before he starts licking your face.
“Aka- Akamaru! I missed you!” You exclaim through wet licks to your cheeks and forehead, squirming around in the dirt underneath his fluffy, soft underside.
You hear Kibas feet shuffling towards you as Akamaru continues his sloppy kisses. “Well look who it is,” Kiba says, coming to a stop next to your head. He looks down at you with a toothy smile but doesn’t help get his gigantic dog off you. “Akamaru was worried you were starting to forget about us.”
“Yeah? You sure it wasn’t you who was worried?” You tease as you attempt to wrestle Akamaru off of you.
“Pft.. No,” he scoffs, turning his head away from you. “Do whatever you want.”
You finally get the ninken off of you, now trying to stand up and dust off. Kiba reaches his hand out but you slap it away with scowl and a pout on your lips. The jerk didn’t even miss me. Your pout may have a slight smile but it’s forced, you’re feeling incredibly butthurt. You won't say it outloud but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t missed him a little, it sucks to have him act like he doesn’t care. You scorn yourself as you dust off your butt, why am I upset about this? I don’t care whether he missed me or not..
“Hey- what’s gotten into you?” Kiba asks.
You flash a nasty glare at him but your upsetness is quickly forgotten once you get a good look at him. “What is this garbage on your face?” You laugh, taking a step closer and reaching up to his chin.
“What?” He leans back slightly and looks down towards your hand. “Do I have some food or dirt on my face?” He questions, swatting your hand away to rub at his face.
You take a step closer to him and grab onto the chocolate brown hairs on his chin. “No, I’m talkin’ about this.” You say with a smirk, pulling on the hairs playfully.
“Hey!” He barks, his palm meeting your face to push you away from him. “This isn’t garbage.. I think it’s coming in pretty nicely.”
“Sure, nice like a wet dog,” you snicker. “But I guess you’ll still look kinda cute with it.”
“Oh? You think I look cute, huh?” He pokes you in the side with his pointer finger. You move away quickly, trying to turn and hide the heat rising to your cheeks. “Shut up.”
He chuckles, changing the subject now that the woman you are escorting comes towards the gates with Shizune. “We haven’t been on a mission together since we were kids, huh?”
“It has been a while, unless you count the war.”
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that,” he chuckles, petting the top of Akamarus head before turning to you with a smile. “Let’s go kick some ass!”
“I don’t think it’s that kind of mission but sure,” you agree happily, meeting up with the others.
***
It’s been an incredibly easy mission so far, almost too good to believe but you suppose the new era of peace is to thank, though that's no reason to let your guard down. Kosaki, the wealthy merchant's daughter, is one of the easier clients you’ve had to deal with. She’s sweet and friendly and most of all, talkative. Doesn’t have a problem with spilling her whole life to you and Kiba but she’s overall nice and she seems to have taken a liking to you.
“.. It’s annoying,” she continues as you walk down the path with her luggage in hand. “And I can’t talk to my mother about it- even though I’m an adult she would ring my neck if she knew I wasn’t going along with her plan to marry me off to another clan and it’s like, the guy who..” It all starts to get muddled together from there, you’re only able to retain snip bits of the rest of her story as she continues talking until the sun goes down.
At least it’s been like this for you. Kiba hasn’t been listening to a single moment of it, happily walking on the other side of Kosaki, the only care in the world to him smelling and observing the area around you, helping ensure this mission goes off without a hitch.
You're headed for a small, booming village about half a day away from Kosakis home. She knows the village and area well from her childhood and part of the deal with this mission was that she was allowed to stop and spend the night shopping and dining. The journey from the Leaf Village to her actual home was too long for one day anyways so it’s the perfect place to stop.
The village is beautiful and vibrant even for this late hour; merchants and customers are scattered throughout the bustling streets. Bright gold, red, pink and blue banners hang from every store front. The smell of ramen and other yummy foods filling the air around you. You haven’t seen many places like this, it truly is a home for merchants and shoppers of all kinds.
Even though it’s a popular town it’s small, there are only two inns- which are packed to capacity, not a single room. Kosaki had mentioned she could get a room upon arriving due to who her father is, apparently he’s one of the merchants who started bringing the wealth into this land, but it can’t be helped when there are no rooms to possibly give. The only choice is to camp out for the night.
“I really don’t mind!” Kosaki smiles after you ask her again if she is alright with that. “As long as I have you around ____, I’ll feel safe!”
Kiba flashes you a hurt look that has you snickering as you walk out of the inn and back into the bustling street.
“It’s settled then,” you reply, motioning for them to follow you back towards the outskirts of town. “Let's go find a good place to sleep for the night.”
With the help of Kosakis knowledge of the area, it didn’t take long to find the perfect place to camp until morning; right next to the glimmering river that runs right outside of the village with the perfect amount of open field and tree cover. Even with the tall trees reaching for the sky, you can still see the stars twinkling in the moonlight and feel the warm breeze rustling the leaves that surround you. It’s much better than some of the other places you have stayed while on missions.
“Hey ____,” Kosaki approaches from behind you. “Since we’re still going to have a fun night in town-” well you weren’t sure you could call it having a fun night when it’s your job to go wherever she goes and protect her but it’s not worth correcting her. “-I was thinking that you should wear this!” You turn around and with a toothy grin she holds up a bright red kimono embroidered with black and white flowers. “We’re about the same size and I have so many so I want you to have it.”
You eye the kimono up and down, it’s beautiful, even in the moonlight you can tell the work that went into making it. You don’t have a doubt that it costs a small fortune.
“Wow, I- Thank you but I couldn’t,” you shake your head with an apologetic smile.
“I’m giving it to you no matter what, so you might as well put it on and wear it out with me, huh?!” She persists with a smile, coming closer to you and placing the soft fabric in your arms.
“I- I really shouldn’t,” you stutter, trying to hand it back to her. You aren’t sure how to say it without hurting her feelings but you can’t imagine yourself in something like this. “It wouldn’t be professional for me to wear something like this while I work to protect you.”
She lifts an eyebrow, a not so inonnect look creeping up on her face. “Well I’m the one that employed you,” she says in an uncharacteristically serious tone. “As your employer I’m telling you to wear this.” She shoves it into your arms harder and smiles sweetly.
You stand in front of her speechless, in shock at how quickly her sweet demeanor changed to something demanding and annoying, you’ve never been treated like this on a mission or even at home before. You suspect this is exactly why she doesn’t have many friends.
“Be ready in five!” She calls, waving her hand as she walks away.
***
You stand outside what feels like the 20th store front of the night, waiting for Kosaki to finish shopping. Your arms crossed, a pout on your lips and a glare in your eyes. It’s got to be close to Midnight now but the street is just as busy as it was when you arrived, you wonder if this place ever sleeps and how much longer you’d be dragged around for until Kosakis had her fill.
You hear Kiba snickering next to you and your glare deepens as you look at him. “Whats so funny?” You ask cold.
“You might look all girly and beautiful in that kimono, but man your angry face sure ruins all of it,” he answers, averting his gaze, crossing his arms and leaning against the outside of the store. You expected him to be smiling since just moments ago he was laughing at you and even now he got to poke more fun at you but there’s an odd look on his face, one you’re not quite sure how to make out. He looks like he’s happy, enjoying a good laugh at your expense but some kind of regret is behind his eyes.
You’re glad he’s not looking at you as heat rises to your cheeks, leaving your cheeks bright and pink. You bite your bottom lip to try hold back the smile that wants to fall on your lips. “Shut up Kiba,” you snap, though your tone doesn’t display any kind of seriousness. “I don’t like her treating me like I’m some dress up doll.. Even if I do kinda like how I lo-”
“____!” Kosaki all but runs out of the store and to your side, Kiba and Akamaru quickly joining you to see what’s wrong. “I-I.. I heard,” she pants, looking between you and the inside the store she was just in. She grabs a hold of the collar of your kimono, bringing your ear next to her mouth. “I heard two men in there.. They.. They were talking about me.. I think they want to take me for ransom money but.. ____! They think you’re me.. One of the men made a comment about taking the girl in the red kimono.. What are we going to do?!”
Your eyes widen at her story but you're as calm as ever. You’re trained for this, this is exactly why you were hired to protect her. “Alright listen closely Kosaki. Kiba is going to take you to safety while I draw them as far away from you as possible. How many men did you hear?”
Behind she can answer Kiba interrupts. “No, you are not going by yourself,” he grabs a hold of your upper arm. “We can figure out a better plan.”
“This is the better plan Kiba,” you argue quietly. “Them thinking that I’m Kosaki is going to play in our favor while you take her to safety. I’ll draw them out of the town and away from camp, ditch them once I know Kosaki is safe and then we’ll regroup. I’m not sensing any chakra so I don’t think they’re shinobi.”
“____, no.” Kiba says, voice deep and stern, his grip around your arm tightening. “We’re not splitting up-”
You didn’t have time to keep arguing with him, you needed to play your part before whoever these men were found out you weren’t Kosaki. You grab a hold of Kibas hand around your arm and squeeze lightly. “I’m a lot stronger than I was when we were kids, Kiba. I can do this,” you smile, trying to reassure him. His grip loosens but his onyx eyes are filled with worry. “Send Akamaru for me when you’re safe, okay?”
You take his hand off your arm when he doesn’t move, he squeezes your fingers in his large hand but you don’t give him time to speak before you take off. You can feel his eyes on you as you walk away but you don’t look back.
It’s one a few minutes of being tailed before you’re able to pick up on the four men that are following you through every store and walkway though you’re starting to get anxious that they may be picking up on your odd behavior and realize you aren’t who you are pretending to be. But you can’t leave yet, not until your canine friend gave you the okay. You take a quick left when you’re at the other end of town, walking down what you thought was another street but as soon as you turn you realize the mistake you’ve made.
A tall brick wall and large stacks of wooden crates are all that's ahead of you, a dark and creepy dead end. You hadn’t wanted to come face to face with these men but you suppose there's no choice now. You have to stall for as long as you can, until Kosaki and Kiba can get to safety. Even though you’re being boxed in by four men who all have quite a bit of weight and height on you, with cold, predator- like eyes, your steady heart rate doesn’t waiver.
“You really shouldn’t flaunt your wealth so much girl,” one of the men says with a smirk. “It’s too easy to pick you out in a crowd.”
“How much do you think your father would pay to get you back?” Another chines in.
“As long as you don’t struggle we won't hurt you, come here sweetheart.” The first man says as they continue to back you into the alley. “There’s nowhere to go, we’ve trapped you.”
You come to a stop before a pile of crates and chuckle under your breath. “Actually, it’s me who's trapped you.”
“Wha-,” before they can finish you’ve weaved your hand signs; Tiger, Rabbit, Boar, Dog for a mud wall, coming up on both sides of the men, trapping them in the middle of the alley.
“This should hold you back a wh-” your words are cut off by a thick, muscular arm around your throat and the cold touch of the tip of a kunai pressing into your side, slicing easily through the fabric of the kimono.
“So you aren’t Kosaski?” A fifth voice growls in your ear.
Your heart rate picks up speed under the pressure on your windpipe. A shinobi.. A rather larger and strong one at that. But you hadn’t sensed him- how? You don’t have time to think about as he presses the kunai deeper, breaking the skin. You can feel the fabric of your kimono damping as it soaks up your blood. You try to breathe and regain composure, you can get out of this.
“That’s bad news for you,” he adds, adding pressure to your throat.
You need to move fast. You move your hands to both sides of his arm and grab on tightly, causing him to dig the kunai deeper, so painfully deep but you have to push through the pain. You throw your feet up, coming back down with all the strength you can muster; it’s enough to throw him off the balance, leaning forward almost toppling over you completely. Not ideal but it will do. You quickly twist out of his grasp, the kunai only digging deeper into you as you struggle free. You kick him accidently in the head in the process but it works out in your favor, giving you the perfect chance to draw back but not before you entrap him as well.
You move slowly through the forest, holding tightly to your ever bleeding side with one hand, learning against the trees for support with the other as you make your way farther from the village. You aren’t sure what direction you’re going anymore or how long you’ve been walking, your mind too clouded to think that much. All you can focus on is taking each step, dragging your feet through browning leaves and snapping twigs and the shooting pain in your side that accompanies every movement, trying to get back to Kiba.
You fall to your knees when the trees that support you end, before you only an open overgrown field. Clutching your side with both hands you collapse fully to the ground, using all the strength you have left to rollover so you’re facing the starry night sky.
Your eyes flutter, fighting to stay open, to stay awake. You focus on the stars, trying to count the stars and distract yourself from falling asleep. You don’t even make it to 10 before your head feels heavy and you can’t keep it straight up anymore. Your gaze falls to the left, your eyelids feeling heavier than they ever have before. Darkness overcomes you for a moment before your eyes open abruptly.
“You really suck at running, ____,” the young familiar voice of Kiba rings in your ears.
Your eyes move from the side- seeing the swing set from your childhood. You blink again and look above you, seeing the big childish eyes of baby Kiba. His red marks covering both of his puffy cheeks, Akamaru neatly tucked into his gray jacket.
“Come on,” his small hand reaches out for yours and he pulls you up, not letting go of you as you lead the way.
“K-Kiba, slow down,” you call from behind him, barely able to keep up with his speed, trying not to trip over your own feet.
He stops in his tracks in front of a dark, tall thicket of trees. You look up, unable to see the tops of the tall oaks, their mass of leaves not allowing any moonlight to come in.
“Let's go,” Kiba says excitedly and tugs at your hand but you don’t budge and pull your hand from his.
Your little heart beats quickly, your hands coming up to cover your chattering teeth. “I-I can’t go.”
“It’ll be fine. I know you’re only 5 but don’t be a baby,” he argues.
“You’re only a year older than me, you know!”
A gust of wind rustles the leaves above your head, the air whistling in the trees.
“Kiba!” You cry, tears pricking the side of your eyes. “I’m scared!” You cover your entire face with your hands, curling into your knees to hide your tears.
Akamarus cold nose nudges at your arms and you slowly look up, looking into Kibas dark, wide eyes. “Don’t worry ____. Akamaru and I will protect you. I promise.” He grabs your hand, pulling it from your face and pulling you back up to your feet. “Don’t let go of my hand, okay?”
You close your eyes, gripping onto his hand tighter.
“You have to open your eyes ____! You can’t run with your eyes closed,” he doesn’t wait to see if you’ve opened your eyes before charging into the darkness.
You do open your eyes though, it is dark but the mysteriousness doesn’t scare you. You wonder excitedly to see what awaits ahead, what Kiba dragged you all the way here for.
You don’t spend long in the darkness before the moonlight overcomes your senses, a small opening in the trees allowing the silvery beams and twinkle of the stars to flood in.
“Wow..” You say breathlessly, not letting go of Kibas hand as he guides you more into the small patch of grass.
“Cool isn’t it?” Kiba says with a smile and lays in the grass, pulling you down with him. “See, you were just fine! I told you I’d protect you!”
You pull your hand away from his. “Well I’ll get stronger so I can protect myself next time! I want to be as strong- no stronger than you Kiba.” You look at him questioningly when he doesn’t say anything, his eyes sparkling in the light curiously. “Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong with you? Weirdo.” You look back up at the stars.
“Shuttup,” Kiba nudges you in the side. “I’ll protect you no matter how strong you are.”
Akamarus cold, wet nose nudges at your face to the side, you lift your hand up to swat him away. A sharp, throbbing pain pulses through your side at the motion and you cry out, your eyes opening to see a full grown ninken. You look at your hand near his face, covered from fingertips to elbow in warm crimson.
“Oh right..” Your hand falls back to your side. “This is probably it for me.” You say, looking towards Akamaru. An image of gearing up for war Kiba standing next to him, the allied shinobi forces symbol across his forehead protector.
“____, make it back alive okay. I know you’re strong but don’t go over estimating your strength.. Especially when I’m not there to protect you.” Though he mumbles the last part.
You chuckle and throw your arm over his shoulder, bringing him in to you to ruffle his hair. “Hey, I don’t need you to protect me, I’m a lot stronger than you think! You don’t go getting yourself killed either though, okay?”
Your eyes open again.. Just another dream. “Hm.. why am I thinking about that at a time like this..” You ask out loud.
Akamaru nudges you once more, flipping you on your stomach. You muster up the strength to sit up, your entire body shaking as you do. You grab onto Akamarus fur around his neck, pulling on him, without complaint from him, to lift yourself to your feet. One hand firmly tangles into his long fluff, your other hand putting weak pressure to your bleeding side. You slowly shuffle with Akamaru supporting almost your entire weight, guiding you to god knows where but hopefully you would make it there before bleeding out.
You feel your knees giving out underneath you, it stops you dead in your tracks as you feel the world getting darker again but you don’t mind anymore if you slip back into a dream. If Kiba was going to be there, that was enough for you until the end. You fingers let go of Akamarus soft fur, you hear Kibas voice calling your name.. Man, this must be really bad if I’m hear things before I’m even asleep. Oh well..
Your body collapses in what feels like slow motion, you’re ready to feel the sting when your wound invendibly gets hurt upon your fall but it never comes. Your body caught mid air by stronger, steady arms.
“____!” Kiba yells, bringing the hand not supporting your head to brush the hair from your sweat beaded forehead. “Stay with me!”
You can’t make out everything as you look up at him but he looks mad.. No, not mad.. He looks upset. “I’m.. sorry, Kiba,” you can’t keep your eyes open any longer.
“You have to stay awake!” He cries, cradling you in both arms.
“Please.. don’t be upset with.. me,” you whisper, closing your eyes slowly..
***
You can’t bring yourself to open your eyes, your head is pounding like it never has before and two loud voices are only making it worse.
“What the hell is going on?” You mumble, bringing your hands up to rub your throbbing eyes. “Shut up.”
“Oh!” A third, cheerful voice rings from much closer. “You’re awake, good!”
You open your eyes, meeting the unfamiliar brown eyes dressed in an all white nurses outfit adorned with the leaf village symbol.
“What’s going on?” You ask tiredly. “Where am I?”
“You’re at the Leaf Village Hospital, don’t worry. You’ll be just fine!” She answers, bringing some water over to you.
“What’s all that noise? My head is killing me..”
She chuckles. “Your boyfriend and his mother are out there arguing over something.”
Boyfriend? You question but now that you hear the louder voices more clearly. “Kiba,” you smile brightly, pink overcoming your cheeks.
“I’m glad to see you’re in good spirits,” the nurse comments on your blushing state. “I’ll let them and the doctor know you’re awake.”
Kiba rushes in after the nurse telling him the news, the sparkle in his eyes and bright, fang bearing smile on his face has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
“Kiba.. I’m sorr-”
“Don’t. I don’t care about that..” He says honestly and sits at your side, you can tell by his expression alone a weight has been lifted off his chest. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“Yeah, thanks to you.” You smile, sitting up more. “You protected me.. Like you always have.” You lean against him and lay your head on his shoulder, facing the opposite direction of his face. Not caring that his mom is standing right at the door watching you blush from neck to the tips of your ears when Kiba scoots closer and leans his head against yours, his messy brown hair tickling your head. “Did we fail the mission?”
“Nah, I got the job done but don’t go getting hurt like this on every mission, alright? I don’t think Akamaru could take the multiple baths it took to wash off your blood again.”
Yours and Kiba laughter fills the hospital room that was quiet for so long.
***
“Thanks for walking me home Kiba,” you nudge against his shoulder lightly as you walk down the dirt path to your apartment. Akamaru walking at your heels.
“Don’t mention it,” he smiles, flashing his sharp canines at you. “You feeling okay enough to take care of yourself?” He throws his hands behind his head, lacing his fingers together.
“I’m actually feeling really good. I didn’t spend weeks in the hospital to leave not feeling good,” you point out. Not that he needed the reminder. He’s been by your side every moment he could be.
It’s quiet between you until you reach your apartment, which luckily isn’t long.
“Hey, Kiba?” You ask after unlocking the door before stepping inside. Your heart races but you aren’t sure why.. It’s just Kiba, the same Kiba who's come over plenty of times. “Will.. Will you stay?”
If he’s thrown back or surprised, he doesn’t show it. “Sure,” he smiles, walking in after you.
Akamaru doesn’t waste a moment running to the couch and making himself comfortable, taking up all 3 cushions by himself. You chuckle at the sight, typical puppy. “Come on,” you grab Kibas hand, guiding him to your bedroom, heart beating in anticipation. “Make yourself comfortable,” you say, motioned to the bed. “I’m gonna take a shower to get this hospital smell off of me.” And to collect myself before I ruin our friendship by spilling my heart out to you.
“What’s going on with you?” He asks seriously, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “You smell nervous.”
You can’t stand that he called it out, heat rushing up your neck. “Oh, uhm.. It’s nothing really,” you smile innocently and wave him off, looking for a change of clothes.
“You can’t hide from me ____-” your heart jumps, surely he couldn’t already know? No, there's no way. “-I’ve known you forever. I can tell when you’re nervous or scared.”
“I’m not scared!” You exclaim. “But I guess I do have something on my mind..” You admit sheepishly but now that you’ve said something, with how easy it’s always been to talk to Kiba, you can’t help but keep saying what’s on your mind. “When I was laying there.. Thinking I was going to die all I could think about was you..” You glance over at him, seeing the pink tinting his cheeks, it's encouraging. You join him on the side of the bed, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. “It took me a long time to notice but.. I love you.”
His large hand overlaps yours, his other hand coming up to your face, brushing the hair from your face.
“I’ve loved you since we were kids, ____.” He admits, his finger cupping your chin, tilting your head up to his.
Butterflies run wild in your chest but you’re not nervous anymore, there’s no reason to be, there never has been, not with Kiba. You grab onto his cheeks, fingers running up his red face markings as you pull him into a deep, passionate kiss, sending electy through you like you’ve never felt before. Both of your fingers gripping onto each other more as you taste him on your lips, craving more each time you pull away for air.
Now that you’ve been so close and have the taste of him lingering on your lips, you don’t want to leave but you desperately want- no, need to shower but Kiba doesn’t mind, making himself even more comfortable on your bed.
It’s not long before you find yourself laying on his chest, legs laced with his, unable to keep your hands off each other, stealing kiss after kiss. Your heart has never felt so complete, you never thought your friendship would turn into this but you wouldn’t want it any other way.
Kibas tongue traces against your lower lip as he hands wander from your hips to your ass. His calloused fingers dig in and squeeze your soft flesh, a moan escaping your lips at the contact. He takes the opportunity to lip his tongue inside your mouth, grabbing onto your ass cheek harder when you start grinding against his leg, riding his thigh without thinking about it.
His strong grip stops your movements against him and he pulls his tongue from your mouth, pulling away from your lips, panting for breath. A whine leaves you at the loss of contact on your lips and now dripping core.
Kiba grins mischievously, showing his fangs and hungry eyes. “Eager, aren’t you baby?” He teases, tracing his fingers down your body, leaving goosebumps along your skin until he’s at your knee, slowly moving it off of him.
“Kiba.. n-need you..” You say through heavy breaths.
Before you can register what’s happening Kibas moves you to your back, engaging you between his toned, veiny arms like a predator and its prey as his muscular body hovers over you. You look up at him through half lidded, lust filled eyes, the color sparkling in the moonlight creeping through the window has Kiba falling more in with you and your beauty.
He leans down, smashing his lips against yours, bringing on hand down your side. He paws at the hem of your shirt, slowly wiggling it up your torso. He tosses it to the side once it’s off of you and leans back on his knees, pulling off his own shirt.
“You’re so beautiful,” he admires you up and down, his mouth watering at the sight of your exposed breasts. He leans back down over you, one hand on the side of your head, the other traveling up your bare leg, past your pajama shorts. His fingers stopping at the bottom of your breast before coming up to pinch your hardened nipple.
His mouth finds your neck, suckling at the supple skin gentle at first. Once he’s at your collarbone his mouth becomes fiery, sucking harsher, teeth nipping at the bruising skin. Your hands tangle in in his hair as he marks down your chest and stomach, leaving red and purple bruises and the cold string of salvia in his wake.
Your back arches with every bruise he leaves and every grip on his hand gripping at your body. He smirks against your skin as he hovers above the waist on your short, teasingly kissing just above the fabric.
You whine his name in protest, needing him to tend to the heat between your legs.
He’ll have mercy this time- for both your sakes and not tease you nearly as much as he wants to. He wants to make you feel good, wants to see you a beautiful mess under him and he can’t wait a moment longer. The marks he left littering your body proving that you’re his, that you’ll continue to be his, has his cock throbbing in his pants.
His finger loop under the band of your pants and underwear, sliding them down your legs together. His dark primal eyes stare in wonder at your glistening folds. Not taking his eyes off of you, he undoes his own pants; watching your every move as his huge, veiny cock springs from it’s fabric prison, slapping against the train of hair running from his belly button to the base of his cock.
Needy hands reach out for him, he scoots closer to you on his knees, lifting your hips as he positions himself. He takes his cock in his hands, pumping himself a few times. His other hand coming to your folds, running up and down, making lewd noises.
“Fuck.. you’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you.” One thick finger plunges into your fight hole, sliding in effortlessly.
“Ah! Kiba..” You throw your head back into the pillow, fingers gripping onto the sheets at your side when he slides another finger in, stretching you out nicely. He’s still going to have a little fun though, driving his finger in and out of you, curling them into your spongy walls, hitting the perfect spot that has your orgasm building quickly.
He pulls his finger from you, releasing his hard dick and leaning over you once more. His fingers covered in your slick brush part your lips.
“Suck,” he instructs, pushing his fingers into your mouth. He groans when your tongue wraps around his digits, sucking your own juices clean off his fingers. “Good girl,” he praises, removing his fingers from your mouth.
He rubs his flushed tip up and down your dripping pussy before lining himself up with your hole, pushing in slowly, allowing you time to adjust to his size. You can feel each vein scraping against your walls as he fills you completely. “Shit ____, you’re so fucking tight,” he says as he rocks his hips in and out of you slowly, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
His pace picks up but only slowly, you can tell he’s holding back but you need more, want him to fuck you as he pleases. You buck your hips up purposely but Kiba isn’t having any of it, he pushes into you harder, leans his body into your harder- folding your lips closer towards your chest. The angle allows him to pound into you at a new angle.
“Kiba..” You whine between his thrusts.. “You.. don’t have to be gentle with me..”
His hips stop moving and he looks you seriously in the eyes. “You sure?”
You nod madly, grabbing onto his face and kissing him again. Kiba pulls away quickly, pulling out of you with a shudder. He sees the disappointment in your eyes at the emptiness you feel in your cunt. He smirks and effortlessly and casually turns you on stomach. His hands grip onto your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls your ass up with force.
One hand leaves your hips but quickly and harshly comes down on your ass, leaving a sting in the shape of a hand on your cheek. Kiba grabs onto the abused skin, groping and enjoying the way your ass jiggles.
You feel the tip of his cock pressing against your pussy once more, his hands pulling your hips back until he’s balls deep in your tight cunt. “Fuck… feel so good baby..” he groans, pulling your hips toward and snapping right back, your walls burning pleasantly at the stretch.
He takes full control, keeping you hip in place with one hand as he thrust in and out of you mercilessly, the sound of his balls slapping against your folds and your moans filling the room. His free hands travel down the middle of your back, tangling into the strands of your hair and pulling at the roots.
A choked cry of his name comes from your throat, your vision going blurry as he fucks you, praising you for taking him so well. Your walls contracting more around him the more he pulls at the soft strands of your hair. He loves the sounds of your moans and cries as you take him like the perfect baby you are, he can’t wait to fuck you like this so many more times.
His hips still and he pulls out of your pussy slowly.
“K-Kiba.. W..why?” You’re barely able to get out.
He leans down, kissing your back before whispering in your ear. “Turn around,” he says as he helps guide your hips down. “I want to see your face when you cum on my cock baby.”
He doesn’t waste a moment sliding back into your pussy, both hands running up your thighs, bushing you down as he leans over you. His brown hair sticking to his sweat beaded forehead as he picks up his pace, thrusting with reckless abandon.
Your finger nails dig into his back, running down his toned muscles with force that has his hips working harder between your legs.
“Gonna.. cum,” he pants. “Where-”
“Inside!” You interrupt, already knowing the answer to his question, needing him to fill you with his seed. “Please.. cum inside me Kiba..”
Your oragsm washes over you, suffocating his cock in your gummy walls as you cream over his cock. He comes at the overwhelming feeling of your tight pussy and your cries of his name, filling you up with this thick cum.
He collapsed onto top of you, heavy chest heaving against your breasts, the hairs on his chin tickling the abused skin of your neck as he breathes in and out.
You kiss his temple as your legs relax and his cock softens inside you.
“____, promise me you wont get hurt like that again..” he whispers through labored breath. “I.. I don’t know what I’d do without you..”
Your fingers run through the hairs on the back of his neck. “Only if you promise too. Lets always protect each other.”
“Always.”