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leomae · 9 months ago

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Confident

Pairing: Kiba/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader // modern au. very soft, very insecure virgin!kiba. praise kink. mentions of a breeding kink. soft, cuddly and fluffy sexy time.

Word count: 7.1k

Summary: Having the house entirely to yourself is considered a cherished rarity. So, when your parents finally leave you in the safe hands of your loving boyfriend, under the pretense that you'll be doing nothing but watching movies, it's no surprise that you're about to use the chance in your favour.

IT'S nearly eight o'clock when Kiba shows up at your front door for your stay-at-home date.

Your boisterous boyfriend is nothing but eager smiles and happy chatter as he steps inside the hallway of your house when you push the door open wider for him.

Tiny droplets of water drip from his otherwise dark grey jacket that's currently saturated into an inky shade of black. You can hear the irregular pitter-patter whenever they land on the wooden floorboards. He's creating a puddle just by standing there.

Kiba is completely soaked from being caught in the unannounced downpour that's currently raging on the other side of the door you've just closed. He looks like a lost puppy; drenched to the bone like that, but doesn't seem to mind it, apparently.

The ends of his tousled hair are clinging to his flushed face before he shakes his head and runs a hand through the wet, chestnut curls in attempt of pulling them back from his forehead. It doesn't really help, but points for effort?

You chuckle when he shoves the plastic grocery bag full of snacks into your hand before he crouches down to untie his shoes. He's telling you all about his day as he kicks the heavy boots off; happily running his mouth on how he had just bought a new game on his Nintendo Switch and had indeed spent - more so wasted - the entire day by playing it.

"So, anyway," Kiba says as he stands up to his full height again, "I was thinkin' we could play it? It's got a two-player mode, I've checked. Oh, and I also downloaded a couple of movies to a USB, if you wanna watch something instead."

He's towering over your bearing inside the narrow hallway as he stares down at you with shiny, keen eyes of amber. The dimple inside his rosy cheek deepens when one corner of his mouth tugs to the side. He's smiling somewhat expectantly now; showing you his pretty teeth.

You, on the other hand, can't stop staring at him. He's just so fucking cute whenever he gets excited over something as simple as video games. Over the course of your relationship, you've come to learn that Kiba's otherwise wild flurry of joy is often easily appeased.

It makes you wonder if the same fact stands in a different, more intimate setting.

The truth is: you want to ruin that exact sweet, brutish purity that surrounds your boyfriend in that moment. To spoil it entirely by taking his virginity and making him yours completely and in every single aspect. The desire to grab it and brand it with your name is thrilling. You've been thinking about it ever since he had told you that he had never been touched before.

And tonight - with your home rid of your nosy parents and riotous siblings for at least a couple more hours - it seems to be the perfect time to accomplish that very task. If he lets you, that is.

You've talked about it before. Just nothing definite yet.

"Well," the thought coaxes you to trail off in answer, prolonging the last letter into a slightly higher pitch, "I was thinking we could do something else, actually."

"Yeah?" Kiba is unzipping his jacket now, revealing the forest green sweater underneath. You try not to ogle at the way the thick cotton tightens around his strong biceps when he drapes the jacket over the hanger to dry. Goddamn, he's so fit, tall - bulky. Your mouth is nearly watering from how good the muted colour compliments his golden skin tone. "What is it that you wanna do, babe?"

He doesn't seem upset that you've just sneakily shut down his offer of playing the stupid game or watching the action movies he likes. Just curious.

His quizzical look makes your teeth sink into your bottom lip. You repress the urge to tell him that you indeed want to do him. That you've been wanting to do him for a long while, actually.

Christ, you're so touch-deprived that it's sad in a way. But it's not like it's Kiba's fault. Your rowdy boyfriend has been nothing but a sweetheart during the entirety of your relationship; crushing you in tight bear hugs and kissing you senseless for the last three months you've been together.

He's practically spoiled you rotten with never-ending affections, however the problem is that they aren't enough. Never have been.

You're greedy. Corrupt. You want to take everything he has to offer and place your own mark upon it. Until he's completely yours and yours alone. Some may call it possessive, but you're just madly in love.

"Babe," Kiba repeats slowly, quirking one dark brow when you don't reply. The chill of his lips nudges you back to life when they press against your cheek in a doting peck, "You doin' all ri-... Mmph!"

Before you can convince yourself to do otherwise, your head whips to the side in one quick motion. Kiba's little gasp of surprise is cut off as you trap his mouth into a proper kiss before he can even finish uttering the word out completely.

His plush lips are still cold from the wind that's howling outside, but they're fast to warm up the moment the tip of your tongue darts out to stroke one tenderly. It's like you're pouring liquid sunshine right into his mouth.

Kiba isn't entirely sure what's going on with you all of a sudden, but he still allows you to kiss him even more deeply by opening his mouth a fraction wider and fluttering his thick eyelashes shut. He likes it whenever you kiss him first. It makes him feel appreciated. Wanted.

So he complies.

Your tongue forces its way inside now - gliding over every crevice and each flat surface of his front teeth. You trace the roof of his mouth. Taste the echo of sugar the watermelon chewing gum has left behind. He's always been fond of chewing that specific flavour that you don't even particularly like, but it surprisingly doesn't bother you if you taste it from his saliva alone.

He can feel your fingernails scraping the front of his thick sweater as you make out with him with passion in the form of a blazing fire of which he has indeed caught mellow flickers and sparks of in these past few weeks.

The unfamiliar sensation is making his heart swell up to the point where his ribcage feels too small to contain it. He wants to back up to find some stability, but only ends up being pushed against the door by you instead.

He's bigger than you; stronger. But this is unfamiliar territory you're forcing him to trek on. It makes him feel small, both in body and spirit.

Your hands are running up and down his broad chest, thoroughly feeling the erratic heartbeat and shaky breaths before you reach up and cup his face. Even his skin is tight and cold from the lousy weather outside, as well as in contrast to your otherwise warm palms. The icy sensation only spikes the thrill you feel somewhere deep within you.

A quiet groan rumbles inside the back of his throat when your nimble digits shoot up and tangle into the hair on the nape of his neck. His entire body is growing hot underneath the somewhat indecent touch. The adrenaline to course his veins is making his temperature rise all too quickly for it to be considered healthy.

Along with something else, it seems.

You feel the persistent, hard outline of his now-waking cock. The surge of hot blood makes Kiba's pants tighten to an unbearable degree as it pokes against your thigh when you press yourself further against him. He nearly shudders when your hand dips down to trace the ridge of him. He's so sensitive that it hurts.

His entire body turns rigid as soon as you let out a gasping, tiny noise of eager satisfaction, which he's never heard you make before. Kiba doesn't pull away when you apply more pressure to feel him out better. He just stands there; gears turning in the speed of light and practically beginning to smolder from how hard he's trying to focus as you continue to own his mouth with your own.

Goodness, he's big as far as you can tell from just running your fingers over the bulge. The newly-discovered knowledge makes you even more excited than you already are. You've sexted a bit, but he's never sent you pictures or videos. You've had nothing but your imagination and porn to satisfy your demanding and growing needs on lonely nights when he wasn't around to take care of you.

Until now, that is. Now, you have him right where you want him.

"Baby," Kiba breathes in-between one especially feverish kiss, his lips long since swollen and red from the intensity, "your mom and dad-"

"Aren't gonna be home in at least a few more hours," you cut him off in an instant. The smacking pop! to echo between your lips when they part from his own makes him blush as you add softly, "so don't you worry, babe. We're completely alone."

His brows knit tightly together when you unleash your love upon his panting mouth once more. He's silent for a moment, however the hushed, muffled compliance allows relief to wash over you as he finally utters a meek, "Mm'kay."

You just want him so bad.

And it seems that he wants you just as much.

Kiba leans down; looming over your shorter frame so that you can kiss him more deeply again. The thin, glistening strings of saliva between your mouths break and connect with every ardent brush of lip as you nearly try to devour him with each stroke your tongue gives. It's just you and him inside the dimly-lit hallway, but the space feels way too crammed to breathe properly. Not that you're trying to, anyway.

You've kissed him before, though never like this. He isn't completely sure if he's reacting properly as he caresses your cheek with his big, rough hand and angles your head to the side so that he can kiss you better, but he prays that it's the right thing to do.

Your breathing staggers in the back of your throat when he lets out another hushed groan as you fondle him. He bucks his hips forward; avidly pushing further into your hand to feel your touch more precisely as his own squeezes your jaw so harshly that it aches.

You make that cute, little noise as soon as your fingers tighten around the denim of his pants, forcing him to push forward again. It's the act of pure instinct. He doesn't know how to control it.

Kiba feels like a feral, roaring animal that's been set loose and allowed to sink its fangs into anything it desires as you stroke him over the layers of clothes he's wearing. The hormones to flood his brain make him unable to think straight like a proper human. He's more beast than man in that moment.

Your voice is more of a coo than anything else when you look him in the glazed, dark eyes and ask, "Wanna go to my room?"

Kiba seems completely dazed as he replies with a slow, breathless, "Mhmm, yeah."

He follows you to your bedroom without a single complaint; drenched jacket and grocery bag full of snacks long since forgotten by the feeling of your tongue roaming the inside of his mouth. He's got way better and more important things on his mind than to think about food and movies.

The anticipation of whatever is about to happen is going to eat him alive. It makes his head hurt.

A hushed grunt slips out when your palms press against his chest and push him until the back of his knees hit the edge of your bed. He falls back, rigid spine hitting the mattress, but before he can even take a single breath, you're already on him; straddling his lap and pressing both delicate palms on each side of his head.

Your boyfriend stares up at you with honey eyes wide open, tender bottom lip trembling slightly as he feels you sit down on the part that is currently his most sensitive one. He sucks in a sharp breath through gritted teeth when you roll your hips against him; hissing lowly as your clothed pussy makes contact for the first time with his dick.

The tiny pyjama shorts you're wearing are so flimsy that the way his zipper rubs against you feels straight up euphoric. Your panties are getting drenched just by the mere idea of getting filled up to the brim by your loving significant other.

The arousal you feel only makes your senses heighten when he traces his hands up your bare thighs carefully. Goosebumps form over the bare skin he touches. You're not entirely sure if he understands just how fucking attracted you are to him.

Kiba stops when he reaches your hips, nervous fingers twitching around the cotton of your t-shirt. He squeezes the curves hesitantly. It's riveting.

He's clearly lost; unsure about what to do now. It only makes you grind against him again because you're hungry for the friction, absolutely starved for it, actually.

"Babe," Kiba whines quietly at the sensation, face blooming bright pink from how good it feels, "god-goddamn."

He's going to cum inside his pants if you keep torturing him like this. It's like heaven and hell in one.

"What do you wanna do to me, Kiba," you whisper, kissing the edge of his jaw, "touch me? Fuck me, maybe? Do you wanna make me moan your name out?"

Your lewd words make his blush deepen to a worrisome shade. He wants to go all the way, that he's sure of. He's wanted it for a while, but never knew how to initiate it properly, and thus never really attempted to take that step to make it happen.

Kiba is complex, after all. A person far too prideful to admit his incompetence; rather shoving it far away behind a facade of arrogance than facing it properly.

He hates being embarrassed. Despises being made fun of. He's sensitive and tender underneath all that hard exterior that he wears every day like a knight's armour, and should be treated delicately, carefully as such. His otherwise immense confidence sometimes thins out like it's made of precious porcelain.

It shatters just as easily, if handled too harshly by a person he cares about. And he cares about you - a lot, in fact.

So, as he looks up at your warm smile and lustful eyes, he can't stop worrying about what'll happen if he doesn't perform the way you want him to. Sure, he knows that you love him and that he's scored the sweetest, most supportive girlfriend he could ever wish for, but what if he loses all of that because he doesn't know how to satisfy you? Will you be mad at him? Disappointed, even?

What if...? What if, what if, what if?

He's got insecurities - loads of them. He's just very clever at hiding them.

And yes, Kiba understands that you're not shallow enough to provoke them into showing themselves and later pointing them out with a judgemental index finger - of course he does, however he doesn't want to be just average, like he's been with pretty much everything else in his life.

He wants none of that stupid, insignificant rivalry that's been haunting him ever since he was a little kid as he keeps trying to stand out and prove that he's the best. None of that sticky feeling of disappointment that he gets whenever he compares himself to other people and realizes that there will always be others who are better than him - even to this day, at the age of nineteen.

So, all Kiba wants; is to be enough for once. To be your personal number one - your very favourite.

Luckily for him, he has you to help him achieve that, and he realizes it by just the way you're looking at him now: so tenderly and sweetly - with such profound love and affection, that simply refuses to yield to his apparent hesitancy.

You'll take care of him and spoil him, until he'll start seeing stars, but will still feel like he's the one in charge of placing them on the night sky in the first place. You'll make sure that his pride remains untouched. You'll make him feel good, and teach him how to make you feel just as good, too. Shape him and sculpt him into something worthy enough of all your love.

It's time he pushed past this obstacle. To offer himself to you completely, and show you all of his layers - even the raw and vulnerable ones that he doesn't particularly like about himself. It's time that he allowed for someone else to take the reins and lead the way.

"I-I want-..." He breathes in deeply, blinking profusely up at you. His face is burning so intensely that it tingles as he murmurs, "I want you. But I don't know how, you know that I've never-... I've never... Mm."

He clamps his lips shut because his pride won't let him admit what he's told you over text two months ago; the vivid redness that takes over his entire face bright and hot to the touch.

A faint glimmer of merriment shines in your eyes at his answer as you stare at him softly. "You want me to help you out?"

Kiba looks up, the amber within his eyes recoiling at how kind and cautious you are with him. How hard you're trying to make him feel comfortable enough. And it's that first step that he takes in revealing his fragile heart that makes your own sing when he takes your offered, helping hand and says, "Yeah... I'd like that."

"Okay," you say, placing a soft kiss upon his awaiting mouth, "I'll help you."

The smile you gift him makes his pulse pound right behind his ears. You're just so wonderful and he's so madly in love with you. He can't help it.

He sighs when he feels your fingers hook around the hem of his green sweater, so that you can hike it up. "All right." His eyes flicker all over the room before he adds a quiet: "Thank you."

"No worries, baby."

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you focus on the tan, rippling muscles of his abs that gradually come into view with every inch of his sweater being pushed farther up. You've seen him shirtless before in the summer, but it means something more intimate this time around. Might be because you're the one to actually undress him. To touch him.

"You're such a pretty boy, Kiba," you utter, reaching his ribs, "my pretty boy."

Your nails trace the outline of firm muscles. His toned stomach flexes underneath the ticklish touch; recoiling and spasming as he's trying to catch his breath. He's grunting every time you touch him. Everything feels so intense.

"So fit and strong."

Kiba looks like he's on the verge of passing out from how insecure and small he feels at the doting compliments you keep throwing his way. The warmth of his cheek nearly sears your skin when you kiss it before nudging him to lift both of his arms so that you can tug off the sweater and the t-shirt that he's wearing underneath.

You toss his clothes onto the floor without a second thought as soon as you're done, your hands finding home on his tight body again; exploring every inch of his firm torso. He's growing so hot underneath you that you're somewhat surprised that there isn't any actual steam spiraling from his sun-kissed skin.

His jaw clicks into place when you trail your touch down his sides and trace a single, straight line along his waist with the tip of your index finger. Your eyes keep flicking between his face and his abs, which he clenches everytime your digit strikes him. He's so responsive that you can barely contain yourself.

You watch him carefully as your fingers curl around his belt buckle. He jumps a bit at the sudden touch. "You doin' okay so far?"

He seems to be completely zoning out as he stares up at you with amber eyes that are so glossy that you're wondering how you can't see your own reflection in them yet. He glides his tongue along his front teeth when he spurts out a quick, "Yes."

"Yeah, handsome?" Your smirk is playfully teasing as you tap your nail against the titanium buckle of his belt a couple of times, "Are you gonna let me see what's hiding underneath here, now?"

He looses a sheepish chuckle at the compliment before smiling feebly. "Yeah."

"Good." You flick the tip of his nose quickly to make him relax, "'Cause I'm really curious to see what you look like."

He sounds so on edge and nervous when he hums, "Mhmmm."

You undo the belt buckle as he pushes upwards, resting his weight on his elbows so that he can see you better. His face is just so goddamn red as he fixes his gaze on your expert hands that are now undoing the button and zipper of his pants. He's nearly frowning from how intensely he's focusing.

Your voice is soft like a purr of a kitten, "Are you all right with me taking these off?"

He confirms it with a short nod of his head and a quiet, "Yes."

Currently, he reminds you nothing of his usually loud, boisterous self. There isn't a trace of that wild, untamed spirit that you're used to seeing around him. Only bashful timidness and alert, doe-like eyes that follow every single movement that you make inside your dark bedroom.

His breath hitches when you tug his pants down and rest your hand over the bulge that's set up a pretty decent tent inside his black boxer briefs. He winces when the tip of your finger hooks underneath the thick, burgundy waistband. Outright flinches when you pull it back lightly and make it snap against his stomach.

You're messing around. It makes his cock twitch with anticipation.

"Babe," he utters softly, pushing his hips upwards to get the message across. He doesn't say anything else.

"No teasing?"

"No."

You stifle your chuckle by pressing your lips upon his own again. He tries to pull you in for a deeper kiss, but you're already moving by spreading lovely affections over his sharp jawline and his neck, paying special care to his pulse point and sweet spot. His breathing quickens by the time you're kissing his collarbone; is turning shallow when you're paving a path of steady kisses down his chest.

By the time the tip of your nose is brushing against the soft, dark hair that covers his belly, his eyes shoot wide open like he's absolutely petrified for what's to happen next. His hand rests on your cheek with surprising harshness as he stops you from moving downwards any further; forcing you to look up at him by hooking two thick digits underneath your chin.

"Hmm?" The look you give him as your eyes connect with his own could best be described as puzzled. "Don't want me to go down on you?"

He's shaking his head quickly in answer, attempting to stop the irksome burning he feels on his entire face. "Not now."

Curiosity makes your voice lilt as you question, "Why?"

"I don't-..." He ponders for a moment, groaning quietly when you touch him again. You try not to smile at the small damp spot of pre-cum that soaks the front of his boxers now. His body is literally begging for you to sit on his dick already, but you need to listen to what he has to say first: "It'll be over much too fast if you do that. I, uh... I don't wanna cum too soon."

You quirk a brow at the worrisome expression he's portraying now, albeit respect his wishes as you climb back up to straddle him again. The grin you offer him now is bright and affable before your fingers curl around the hem of your t-shirt. You tug it over your head in one smooth motion, exposing the bare skin that's been hiding underneath.

You're not wearing a bra. Kiba's pupils visibly dilate at the sight of your bare chest. He legitimately looks like he's taking pictures with eyes that might just pop out of their sockets any second now.

Unlike him, you're not shy or hesitant at all to show some skin. It only makes the red on his face grow more ferocious as you attempt to soothe him, "I don't care if you cum quick, Kiba. There's nothing wrong with that, and besides, maybe I'm just really good at sucking dick and it's not you that's the problem. Ever thought of that?"

A hint of that hot-headed Inuzuka stubbornness flashes through him as he bites out, "Well, I do care."

He tries not to think that you've done this sort of thing with other men before. Now is not the time to brood and feel jealous of ex-boyfriends from your past. The only thing that matters is the now, and that he's here to spend it with you. Not them.

You stare at him for a moment. Study his bashful, somewhat troubled expression before giggling at the tight furrow of his brow. He's clearly irked. "Okay. Whatever you say."

Kiba sighs at your compliance, his jaw slackening into something a bit more relaxed. "Thanks."

"Anytime, grumpy."

"Hah! Funny."

You flash him another comforting smile. "Your turn now."

"Hmm? O-Oh-...!" Kiba winces again when your fingers tug on the waistband for a second time without any warning. You wait a short moment before you start to tug it down; start to ogle. He doesn't stop you. Just watches with eyes that blink far too much every couple of seconds.

"Stop staring," he mumbles unsurely as you're halfway done exposing him to your wondering gaze at long last.

"I'm not staring," you reply, eyeing every inch to come into view, "just looking."

He grumbles, his shoulders tense and hard. Even his neck feels stiff as he watches your hands do the work of undressing him completely. "Are too."

"Hush."

Kiba can hear the small, albeit sharp inhale you suck into your aching lungs when his cock finally pushes free from the last tight layer of clothing that now joins the rest of your clothes. It slaps against his stomach; hard, hot, throbbing and ready. You're outright gawking at him now, disrespectfully leering at the protruding vein and his sheer size.

He's big and girthy. Thick. As soon as he learns how to use all of that properly, he'll be able to destroy you with a cock like that. Will be able to make you cry and beg as your insides get pounded and literally turned over everytime he'll slam into you. You just know that everything is going to hurt in the best way possible when you teach him how your body works and what it likes.

"What are you thin-thinking about...?" He stumbles on his words when your fingers wrap around his dick carefully. Your hand looks dainty in the most ludicrous way as you give him a light squeeze and stroke. It's almost funny.

Kiba's teeth feel on edge as the pleasure hits him like a truck speeding down the highway would have done. The way you're palming him feels different than when he does it alone. It's a lot to take in. Everything is more sensitive. Better. It makes pure heat buzz over his skin and his anxiety-dripping nerves.

You give him another stroke as you say, "You want the truth?"

He just nods in answer, because he can't say anything else. His bottom lip is nearly trembling from just a mere handjob. He can't stay still. Can't focus. It feels like his brain is melting inside his very skull and evaporating into thin air. He's practically brain-dead.

He can barely keep his eyes open, goddammit.

"The truth is that I want to sit on it," you mumble, pumping slowly, "like, right now. Sorry if that doesn't sound all that romantic. I'm trying my best."

Kiba wants this so bad that he doesn't give a shit about fucking romance. His body is yearning for sex, and is begging him to persuade you into letting him feel the slick warmth he's always been curious about. To experience it wrap around his most tender part, so that you're able to spoil it with love.

He wants to see how your cute pussy looks like. Yes, you've sent him pictures. Many. And he knows that he hasn't been fair in not sending any back, but he's always been far too deep in his head about his appearance and where your opinion on it stands to be able to tap that dreadful 'Send' button.

So, he hopes he can make up for it with this. In granting you your wish that you unknowingly share with him. He's far too dazed to receive much foreplay and far too clumsy to give it because of said daze.

"Fuck, just do it." He bites his bottom lip, chewing on the tender flesh as he screws his eyes shut, "Just sit on my dick, al-already...!"

You want to laugh at how needy he sounds and looks, however you're smarter than that. Instead, you hide the smile that's pushing through as you turn away to grab the bottle of lube which you keep inside your nightstand drawer. Sure, you may be absolutely drenched just from his heavy breathing and the cute, little noises he's making, but no foreplay and his immense size don't sound like a great combo in that moment.

You'd prefer being able to sit down on a chair normally after this, after all.

Getting rid of your pyjama shorts and panties rather unceremoniously; you throw the last of your clothes on top of the pile that has messily gathered on the floor right next to your bed. Kiba curses quietly at the cool, slippery sensation the lube gives him as you pour it over his throbbing hardness; his eyes glued to your naked body the entire time.

You tease him now, "You're the one who's staring now."

"Sorry, you're just-... You're really pretty," he says softly, his fingers gently stroking your hip, "gorgeous."

It's your turn to blush now. His words are so sincere and fueled with emotion that your heart flutters in the same pace his own hammers when you raise your hips slightly and align yourself with him at long last.

You can see a muscle in his cheek spasm when you lower yourself on the first inch. "Ah, babe...! Prote-"

"I'm on the pill, Kiba." You kiss the tip of his nose playfully, "Don't worry. You won't be fucking a baby into me anytime soon."

The words send a wildfire raging through his veins as he looks up at you with slightly parted, bruised lips. He's heaving now, grunting and cursing in the most hoarse voice you've ever heard him own. It's even deeper and raspier than the one he has on most mornings.

"I'd-" He stops himself for a second when you slide further down his cock. His brain feels like it's short-circuiting as he grits out, "I'd like to, though... Someday."

"Yeah?" Your smirk is cunning as you grip his broad shoulders; nails sinking into smooth, sun-kissed skin, "You'd like to make me round with your kid?"

Shadows haunt his amber eyes. He looks more animal than human as you keep egging him on. "Fuck yes. Wanna fuck a kid into you, pretty... My kid. Wanna do it so bad."

You're suspecting that you might have a boyfriend with a breeding kink in the making on your hands, because now you can feel him shoving his hips up from the mattress lightly as he's trying to fill you up at a faster pace. The ache that appears as he spreads your tight, unstimulated walls apart is nearly making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Fuckin' hell," he spurts out as he pants, "so-... so tight."

"Does it feel good, baby?"

Your kisses are as distracting as your hands, which are currently busy roaming Kiba's heaving chest and neck. He can barely concentrate with every loving swipe and caress that you give to his body that's practically buzzing with electricity. The overstimulation is wonderful, but torturous at the same time.

"Yeah." His voice is fragile and shakes like rattling glass as he answers your question, finally. Kiba takes a sharp, shuddering breath whenever you ease yourself down onto him; every movement of your bare hips careful, but nevertheless carnal when they meet his own.

You can see his fingers curl around the crisp, white bed sheet now. He's gripping it so harshly that his knuckles are turning the exact same colour as the cotton, no matter how tan his golden skin is otherwise. He's clearly overwhelmed; lying on top of your bed like this, watching you make that first bounce on his cock for the first time ever.

Your smile is more of a feline-like sneer than anything else when you look down at your boyfriend's handsome face that's now red as a stop sign and coated in a layer of thick, hot sweat. The sugar to lace your tone is sweet and immensely soothing when you coo, "You wanna cum, Kiba?"

His dark irises are unable to stay fixed on you for longer than two seconds, at best. He's looking at everything and nothing in particular simultaneously, drawing a small, teasing chuckle out of you.

Shit. You're trying not to laugh; to keep it together for his sake, but his pupils are blown wide and are in the size of dinner plates that you keep inside your kitchen cabinet. He looks like he's just seen God. Isn't far from joining him up in the Heavens, either.

And for good reason, too. The surge of heat to wash over his entire body is making Kiba feel incredibly dizzy. Sex feels much warmer than what he'd imagined it'd be like. It's tighter. Slicker.

It's so much better.

"Ye-Yes... No. It's just-... I..." His pink upper lip visibly quivers when you roll your hips against him in response to his indecisiveness. He's trying his best to not squeeze his eyes shut from the sensation and to withhold the orgasm that's threatening to come much too soon for his liking. His heart is climbing up his throat when he grits out, "Fuck...! Christ almighty, babe... Please."

The second tinkling snigger to leave your mouth is as gentle as the sound of wind chimes being brushed by the faintest summer breeze. You just can't help yourself.

But you listen to his plea as you stop your lewd movements for a moment; easing yourself down on him completely and sighing at the pleasant feeling of fullness his cock gives you as it snuggles deep within your drenched warmth. He's so big that the stretch is slightly uncomfortable when you're sitting completely still, but it's nothing you can't endure. For now.

He's whimpering at the pleasure, brow furrowed so intensely that it makes you kiss the small 'v' in-between his dark eyebrows to try and smooth it down. What a joy it is to see him this helpless. Come to think of it, he's been arrogant and self-absorbed for far too long in your relationship. It's time that you wore the big boy pants.

"Not yet, okay?" Your murmur is muffled as you press a kiss onto his salt-coated forehead. His chestnut hair is ruffled and messy, and is literally damp from how much he's sweating. Poor man. "Try to keep it together for me, baby. Yeah?"

"Okay," is all he says, even though he's bucking his hips upward, trying to push even deeper inside of you on instinct, "fuckin' hell, okay, okay, okay...!"

So eager.

You ravage him slowly; thoroughly. He warns you whenever it feels too good so that you can slow down and wait until he calms down enough to continue. He's vocal and responsive and everything you've expected him to be. It is absolutely wonderful.

Kiba thinks you're a wonderful teacher. You whisper praises into his ear, kiss him a lot, and assure him that he's doing a splendid job. He lives for your compliments as you lead his touch over the curve of your hips and up to your ribcage; all until he reaches your tits, which are practically aching to experience his rough affection.

Your hands hover over his bigger ones as you coax him into fondling you. You apply pressure to his knuckles, making him squeeze your sensitive breasts. When the tips of his calloused fingers trace the peaked nipples, you let out a soft, shuddering gasp.

Kiba is staring up at the face you're making in absolute awe. He isn't sure if it's the lube or your arousal that's beginning to drip between you, but he can't bring himself to care. It soaks the bed sheet; makes him stare. He can see the ring of milky, creamy slick gleaming on his cock whenever you move your hips up before slamming them right back down.

God, he feels like he's in heaven. Your pussy is practically eating him right up. He wants this to last forever.

Though, all good things must come to an end, sadly. Even this one.

He can barely breathe when you quicken your pace and kiss him so hard that your teeth clash against his own. Kiba can feel the feeble, albeit gradual tightening of your walls as you moan into his mouth, cursing the most obscene things he's ever heard you say while your tongue dominates his own.

The movement of your hips and the lewd, squelching noises are making his entire body jolt and hum with lightning - right down to the hollow of his bones. His skin feels too tight to contain the sticky, hot pressure that's beggining to climb within his lower stomach. His cock is twitching as it hits a rather gushy, soft spot somewhere deep inside you.

You're doing it on purpose. You just feel so powerful; riding him like this.

"Oh, fuck. So good. It feels so fu-fucking good." He's squeezing his eyes shut before he forces them open again, pushing and writhing against you like a waking beast. He tries to burrow himself as deep as possible into your wonderfully addicting warmth. You can't even pull your hips up anymore, because he's slamming you right back down, forcing you to stay on his cock.

"Stay there," he tells you.

And you can't help but obey.

He doesn't realize how strong he actually is as he does it; especially when he's needy like this. Oh, he is going to fucking wreck you without even knowing it. You can already tell that your skin will bruise after you're done.

His arms wrap around you now, broad hand pulling the hair from your face so that he can see you better. He tugs on it right at the roots, making your eyes water. Sweat is dripping down his temple as he keeps staring up at you, his pupils overtaking most of his honey irises.

"Cum for me, Kiba, c'mon... Fill me up. I wanna be full with it. Just your cum, baby." The entire room smells like sex and heat. You're on the verge of bursting and fading into true, utter bliss. You just need that tiny extra push from him. Just that sweet cherry on top. "Need you to do it for me, baby... So bad. Please."

His skin pulls taut at the words and indecent pleas. Kiba's hips follow instinct as they keep rutting - harsh and quick, fucking you in mind-blowing thrusts. You're both melting into each other, moaning into each other's mouths when he starts slamming home for the both of you; abusing that sweet spot within you as he kisses your cervix.

"Gonna-... Gonna cum, babe. Real soon."

"Mhmmm, that's it, baby. You're such a good boy. So good at fucking me."

The praise is his undoing, as well as the way how tightly your sweet pussy clenches around him. Just a few more jerky, mind-numbing thrusts, and Kiba is filling you up right to the brim with his warm, sticky seed; painting your walls completely white.

Pop! - your lips part as his head tips back on the mattress from the buzzing euphoria to hit him in tremendous, ferocious heatwaves. He shoves his dick inside you as far as it'll go, cum still spurting out in gentle, toe-curling ropes deep within.

He's busted a circuit inside that nervous brain of his. He doesn't know how to function anymore. It's the best damn orgasm he's ever had. It makes him feel all warm, tingly and numb. He's completely powerless as he rides the high.

You follow as soon as it happens, bliss contorting your features; making you cry out his name in a high-pitched whine that makes his ears hurt, but his heart race. His arms tighten around you as he keeps you down on his cock, keeping you steady even though he can barely do it himself. Your pussy is practically milking him dry. He feels like he's losing brain cells.

Every breath he takes is ragged. "Fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you too. So much, baby. God, I can't breathe."

It takes you minutes to calm down enough so that you can slide off of him. Your skin is hot and covered in sweat, but he doesn't mind it at all as you hook your leg over his middle and nuzzle your face into his chest. Your warm breath tickles his naked skin. It's pleasant.

The tips of his fingers stroke your bare spine. He can feel your mixed relief dripping and sticking to his thigh as it leaks out of your poor pussy when you curl yourself around him. It's messy and sticky, but he catches himself enjoying the fact that it's there. You've both made it happen.

Long moments pass before he breaks the silence with a whisper, "Was it good?"

"Oh, it was amazing," you sigh, nudging your cheek against his chest so that you can hear his rapid heartbeat better, "I can't wait to do it again. And again. And, you guessed it, again."

Kiba can barely contain the smile that's forcing itself onto his face.

He's never felt more confident.

#If i had a dollar for every time i read this one #I'd have enough money to finally be able to quit my job and travel the world on a private yacht #Also this is one of my fav go-to when I want something to relax the hurricane in my uterus during ovulation #It's also my go to fluff provider bc look at him 🥺#Thank you for writing this <33 #kiba smut

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