#kiba inuzuka oneshots

[13as07]

Cats and Dogs #4

(Kiba Inuzuka Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: Me (and a lot of you guys)

Word Count: 4,188

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

[Reader] is a Neko (or as close as I could get with my rushed research and to go with the story line) per request

Name Calling: Kitty, Cat, Good Girl

Thigh/Face Riding

Bite Marks/Scratching

Collar/Leash

Hair Pulling/Choking

Pet Play

Oral (Female Receiving)

Blood

Degrading

Breeding Kink

Repost since tumblr is being weird

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     My heartbeat rings in my ears as Kiba's voice rings in my head, slowly into down my body. His words twirl around my spinal cord before settling between my legs, the licks of the fire formed by them still present in my body. "Well, Kitty?" He pushes, eyes locked on me as he takes careful steps forward.

     My mouth falls open, stumbling around to form an answer. Nothing will come out, nothing will even try to come out. My struggle to answer makes his smirk grow, his canines glistening even more from the exposure, making my mouth snap shut.

     "Hush, Kitty Cat," he unneedingly silences me, moving forward again. His knee shoves mine apart, sitting on the bed between my thighs. He leans forward, a hand cupping the side of my throat and the other pressed against my waist. "See? It doesn't hurt you to knock off the hard-to-get game," he mutters, leaning forward to brush his lips against my neck.

     My breath picks up, trying to stiffen the buzzing feeling hidden under my skin. His lips settle in a spot, his mouth softly sucking on the skin and making it harder to keep my breathing even. Kiba's knee slides forward, adding pressure to the tingles between my legs. "Nyaa," the sound stumbles out, a hand jumping up to grip his wrist, the other one shooting forward to cling to his shirt.

My skin is released, and a chuckle spills from the dog. His hot breath coats the spot he was just sucking on, both warming me up and sending shivers through me. "Sit pretty," he orders, using his hold on my waist to push me forward, making me straddle his thigh. Another meow is bubbling in my throat, the small grinding making the fire grow. "Good girl," Kiba mutters, softly squeezing my throat.

A shaky breath hisses out because of the two words, my anger, and hatred for him struggling with my lust for domination. Kiba's head dips back down, tongue sliding over his old markings. "Kiba," I whimper, squeezing his thigh between mine. The hand around his wrists lets go of him long enough to ball up more of his shirt, the material squeezed in both of my fists now.

"I thought you didn't want me?" He teases, his grin pressed against my skin as his tongue toy with my bite marks, spears of pain poking out from the touch.

"I don't," I try to hiss, but it doesn't work out; the words come out airy, almost desperate.

"Tell that to your body," he mutters, gently pushing on my waist so I grind back and forth on his thigh. Like yesterday, his nose nuzzles my collar, pushing it up so he can pay attention to the skin underneath it. The playful dog, nibbles on a spot, resting his teeth against it, pulling them back, and then repeating.

Anticipation fills me up as I wait for the sizzling pain of his teeth slicing my skin apart. It doesn't take long until it happens, canines digging into my throat, fitting against my skin. "Kiba, Kiba, Kiba," I call out, arching my body against him. My hands burn from clinging to his shirt so tightly, my chest pressed against him, and an orgasm slowly building up from the forced grinding.

"Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," he teases, the nickname coming out muffled from his lack of letting me go. "I can feel your pussy purring against me."

Heat crawls across my face as I tingle more. Why does he have to be such a dirty dog? "Don't say stuff like that."

His jaw relaxes, tongue lapping at the sore spot before he pulls back. "Why not? Do you not like being called out for being a desperate kitty cat?"

"I'm not a desperate kitty cat," I whine, shifting my head around and avoiding the eye contact he's trying to make.

Kiba's hand shifts, clinging to the spot that my chin starts melting into my neck. He pushes my head back a bit, squeezing tightly so I can't move my head around anymore. "Look at me," he orders, his tone a little harsher than I'm used to.

Slowly, I slide my eyes over, doing as ordered of me. Amusement lights up his eyes, his cocky smile back on his face. "Tongue out."

"I'm not doing that. It's degrading," I mumble, shifting my eyes away again.

Kiba shifts my head, eyes locked together again. "Tongue. Out." Again, I'm reluctant, but I do slowly slide my tongue out, letting it hang. His eyes brighten even more for my obedience, the dog in a bit of a power kick. Despite his cockiness, he moves his thigh in time with the way he's moving my hips, pleasing my pussy even more.

"Keeping moving," comes his next order, his hand leaving my waist to toy with my ears. This is an order I happily obey, keeping my hips in motion as Kiba does as he wishes. He pets my ears for a while, a thumb rubbing across the back of them before he starts tugging on them, pulling on the hair surrounding them. "I want to eat you," he whispers, dipping down so his nose is pressed against mine.

"Really? Didn't notice," I mutter, trying to shake my head and make the collar clink around.

Kiba chuckles a bit, lips beelining down to kiss along my collar. "I do enjoy your neck but I want to eat your pussy, Kitty."

"What?"

"Lay down," he orders, releasing my neck and pulling his thigh out from under me. A displeased whimper spills from me before I can stop it, my disappointment with the lost friction hanging in the air. "Move," this order is followed by a soft pat to my cheek before Kiba positions himself on the bed, lying on his mattress, knees bent off the edge, and his feet planted on the floor.

I shift around, giving him the space to lay how he wants before I look down at him. "Sit," he mutters, his hand shooting up to grip the chain around my neck. Kiba uses it to pull me around, situating me so I'm straddling his waist before tugging me further up. He finally lets me settle on his chest, my knees pressed closed over his pecks.

"Up." Again, he does it himself, big hands cupping my ass and pushing me onto all fours. A yelp escapes me as I'm pushed around, knees pressed into his arms and my hands holding me up above his head.

Kiba buries his dumb muzzle into my boobs, nosing around them as his hands busy themselves tugging my bottoms off. "What are you doing?"

"Taking your clothes off so I can eat you out and enjoying the warmth of your titties," he deadpans, glancing up at me like I'm the dumbest person alive. "Cats don't talk, they meow." With that, he goes back to shifting me around, working my panties off and nibbling on my chest, getting a mouth full of cloth and a chunk of flesh.

I'm pushed back onto his chest, thighs shoved together instantly as I'm perched on him. Kiba's eyes roll over my thighs, hands busy shoving my shirt up and slowly tugging it off. "Come here," he mutters, gripping my waist again to tug me forward, lifting me a bit so I'm hovering over his face.

"Kiba, I don't - nyaa," Kiba lowers me, his tongue instantly sliding through my folds. "Kiba," I hiss, a hand falling to grip his hair, the other one shooting forward to press against the wall, helping me keep myself balanced. He hums, tongue poking at my hole before it slides over my clit. "Kiba," I mutter again, the word stuttering out.

I'm pushed up, just a tad, his breath coating my trembling cunt. "Let's play a little game, Kitty Cat. As long as you meow, I'll toy with your pretty pussy. If you stop meowing, I'll stop playing."

"That's degrading," I mutter, staring at the wall to avoid looking down at him.

"Alright, we won't play," he grumbles, starting to get up.

"No! Wait!" I whine, eyes falling as I grip his hair harder. Another lopsided smile is on his face, the amusement as wide as ever in his eyes. "I'll... I'll play."

"Good girl," he mutters, starting to lower me again. "Behave and meow for me."

"Nyaa," I whisper, letting my eyes fall closed. This is so degrading. I'm being pleasured by a dog, being forced to meow to get what I want. Kiba's tongue pokes at me again, pulling a louder meow from me. He chuckles under me, slowly starting to fuck me with his tongue. "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," I whine on repeat, my fingers gripping his hair and accidentally tugging on it.

"Kiba? Nyaa. Kiba, please? Nyaa, Nyaa," I ramble, grinding against his tongue, the vibrations of his laughter only making me needier. "Please?"

     He ignores me, tongue still lazily playing with me. Two or three thrusts before it slides up to pay attention to my aching clit, before falling back down. "Damnit," I almost cry, my orgasm washing over me as I spill out meows as much and as quickly as I can. I can't have him stopping as I come undone.

Huffs spill from me, tongue hanging out willingly this time as I pant to catch my breath. The dog under me stills, letting me settle down from my orgasm; for a second at least. "Kiba!" I yelp, the large man wrapping his arms around my legs before he flips us over. "What... what are you?" I mumble, my back arching as both my hands cling to his locks now.

"What are you begging for?" He mumbles, lapping at my clit a few more times before he pulls away from my pussy. His eyes are shining with pride, sharp canines dripping with my mess that spills down his chin. "What do you want, Kitty?" Curiosity is mixed with the amusement in his eyes now. "Is it my dick? Do you want my dick?"

"No," I whisper, dropping my hold on his hair and letting my arms fall to my stomach, slowly rubbing it as I look around the room. My knees click closed again, a bit embarrassed about how exposed I am. All that's left covering me is my bra and how Kiba is looking at me, I'm not convinced it'll be on for much longer.

     "Speak," he mutters, eyes still lock on me as his head lowers. His teeth graze my thighs, carefully waiting for my reaction.

     My cheeks heat up again at the degrading he keeps doing, eyes sliding around the room again. "Nyaa," I grumble, a curse quickly following the animalistic sound. His teeth sink in, instantly snagging on my skin, and exploding pain across my thigh. "Kiba, that hurts," I cry, hands instantly back in his hair, trying to peel his mouth off of me. "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa. Please? Kiba? You're hurting me."

     The meowing gets him to release me, causing a sigh of relief to spill from me. Relief doesn't live long in my lungs though; Kiba latches back onto me, his teeth feeling like daggers as he starts the slow tearing and marking of my legs.

     He chomps away, littering me as much as he wants. Each tear at my skin instantly starts painful and full force, small spills of my blood mixing with my cum still plastered on my thighs. I only manage to count seven of them before my mind is too fuzzy to keep up with Kiba's constant movements and attacks.

     "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," the sound constantly spills from me, quickly paired with wetter spilling from my eyes. "Kiba, please," I whine again, trying to wiggle my legs out of his grasp. "I can't take anymore. Please stop."

     As soon as the word 'stop' spills from me, Kiba snaps up straight, eyes scanning my face. Droplets of my blood are mixed with my mess on his face, the red color standing out against his peachy skin. Slowly, his eyes drop down to the shamble he's left my thighs in. They ache and sting so bad that my leg muscles shake from the pain. His fingers press into one of the marks, pulling a cry of pain from my lungs.

     "Don't make those noises," Kiba mutters, shoving his fingertips into a different mark.

     "Why... why not?" I hiss, my chest pumping to try and cool some of the pain crawling up my body.

     My hands shoot down to pull him away; a failing attempt since he snatches both of my wrists, the iron grip of a hand wrapping them. "Your squealing makes me want to bite you again," he mutters, sparing me a glance before he looks down again. Kiba's eyes snap up again, looking scarier than I've ever seen him. "Roll over."

     He releases my wrists, taking a step back before he starts undressing. My eyes stay locked on him, watching him grip his shirt collar and use it to tug it off his body. Having his eyes on me so intensely makes me shake but my eyes trailing down his body makes me shake for other reasons.

     The click of his belt, the snap of his pants button, and the undoing of his zipper make me roll over as ordered, settling on my stomach. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," I whisper to myself, yelping again when Kiba grips my hips, tugging me backward.

     He manhandles me again, pushing my legs up under me so I'm kneeling. His hand falls to my stomach, pushing up on it until I'm situated on all fours. "Good girl." Shivers spill down my spine, as do gentle kisses from Kiba until he stops leaning over me.

     Footsteps fill the room, then a drawer being opened and closed, and finally, footsteps again before he is pressed against me. I turn my head to the side, cheek resting against his blankets as I try to figure out what he's doing. His hand grips my collar, spinning it around so it's on backward. "What are you doing?" There's a click, and then a line of thin silver metal in my sights. "What are you doing?" I repeat, my voice louder this time as I go to stand up.

     "Stay, relax," Kiba coos, hand on my shoulder as he clips the leash onto my collar. Reluctantly, I settle on all fours again, the cold metal of the leash resting against my back. The chill makes my back curve, pulling a pleased hum from the man behind me.

     My head drops down, peaking at him between my knees. His hand is busy pushing his pants down, then his boxers. Kiba's dick springs out, making my stomach stop. He wasn't lying about those nine inches, but he didn't even hint at the width of himself. The dog behind me is going to feel every inch of me. Dear Lord, I'm going to feel every inch of him.

     "Come here," he hums, using the leash to tug me backward, the tip of his dick tapping against my pussy. "Relax, Kitty, okay? If you're not relaxed, it's going to hurt."

     "I'm relaxed," I whisper, staring at the wall in front of me.

     Kiba's hold on the leash tightens, tightening the collar around my throat, and slightly choking me. "Good girl," he praises me, his free hand falling to my hip. It'll be alright. He'll be nice and gentle, I can take this.

     The leash snaps as his grip tightens to help tug me backward. Kiba's hips thrust forward at the same time, deeply sinking himself into me from the get-go. "Kiba!" I yelp, my hands jumping up to cling to my collar.

     "Cat's meow. Meow," he orders, his hand leaving my hip long enough to tug my hands away from my collar. "Don't pull on your collar. You're going to hurt yourself."

     I whine, falling back onto all fours. Kiba hums softly, slowly pulling himself out before slamming into me again. "Nyaa," I whimper, different feelings mixing in my body. Pain shoots out from my thighs, a mix of pain and pleasure spilling from my slight choking and Kiba being buried in me. "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," I stumble out, giving him a meow for every thrust he gives me.

     "You sound so pretty, Kitty. Pretty, dirty, little kitty. What would your clan think if they knew you were getting fucked by a dog like me?"

     "They... they'd... they..."

     "Would feel ashamed? I bet they would. I bet you feel ashamed. Obeying and being bred by an Inuzuka. Are you going to let me fill you with my pretty litter?" Kiba chuckles at his degrading of me, the hand on my hip sliding down to press against my womb.

     "Kiba - "

     "Cats meow," he repeats, tugging in my leash harder, forcing my head backward so I'm looking at him. A wolfie smile is on his face, as giddy as ever as he works me over. "Meow, Cat."

     "Nyaa."

     "Good girl. You're going to be a good breeding pussy, aren't you? You're going to take all my cum deep inside you. I'm going to flood your womb with pretty puppies for you to carry for me. Am I understood?"

     "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," I race out, both enjoying and not liking that idea. Both liking and not enjoying how much Kiba is getting off to this. I swear next time I'll get the upper hand on this dumb dog, remind him why cats are so much better.

     "Fuck," he grumbles, tugging himself out of me and loosening his grip on my leash. His hands settle on my hips again, rubbing his thumbs against my skin as he takes a breather. The leather of the end of my leash is pressed against my skin too, counteracting the chilled metal.

     "Are you okay?"

     "Ya, I'm fine, Kitty. Just need to change positions," he mutters, littering my back with kisses again. Once Kiba catches his breath, he's back to manhandling me. He flips me over, settling himself between my thighs before turning us over again.

     I stumble around, trying to settle into my straddling of him. Kiba's hand reaches up, sliding under my collar and leash to keep hold of my neck for a moment. "Such a pretty Kitty," he mutters, rubbing his thumb against the side of my throat. "Are you going to be a good kitty and ride me?" I open my mouth to respond but he stops me, his hand releasing my throat to slide up to silence me. "Kitties meow."

     "Nyaa," I answer, the growingly familiar heat of arousal and degradation enveloping me. The answer is good enough for Kiba, who grips my thighs and helps me position myself on his tip before he goes back to holding my leash. Another bout of degradation fills me at the sight. Dumb cocky dog treating me like his pet.

     Slowly, I shift down, taking every inch of Kiba. By the time I settle on his lap, I'm already panting from being filled so snug and his patience seems to be close to gone. I take a second to position myself better, leaning forward so my palms are pressed to his chest, my nails resting against his skin. I move up again, sinking back down faster than the last time.

     "Damnit," he grumbles, one hand tightening on my leash as the other falls to cling to my hip again. I swear there's going to be fingerprints there tomorrow. "Meow for me," he mutters, forcing my hips down faster.

     "Nyaa," the sound comes out chipped, the new position and Kiba's extra help aiding the tip of his dick into a spot it hasn't touched yet.

     As the pace keeps going, my nails dig into his chest, starting to for little crescents in his skin. The soft touch pulls a soft "wan" from him, making him slam me down faster.

     I automatically decided to scratch him harder, payback for the messed up state of my still stinging thighs, new waves of pain melting through my burns every time I slid back down his length. I dig my nails in, letting them slide down his chest, my wrists bump against my knees before my fingers jump back up to tear him into smaller strands.

     Kiba's "wans" spill from him just as much as my meows, filling the room with our animalistic sounds. His constant movement of my hips makes it hard for me to keep up my bouncing, but from how tight my leash is being pulled and how fast his chest is pumping, I don't think he cares.

     "Shit," he growls, his hand shoving me to the side instead of helping me bounce up and down, causing my nails to scrape across him before I lose my grip.

     Not even a beat passes before he's on top of me again, his hands clinging to the backs of my thighs as his shoulders work to shove my knees up. "Kiba?" I call, hands shooting up to try and get a grip on him again. My fingertips end up landing on his face, my mind split between the overwhelming pace of his thrusts and trying not to claw his face up again.

     "Kitty?" He growls, mouth hanging up a bit, and tongue laid out as he pants.

     The look of Kiba's eyes scares me a bit, making my stomach drop once again today. He looks ready to eat me alive, to dig his canines into my neck until my bones snap. "You're scaring me."

     My sentence is ignored; or maybe not heard from how quiet it was. With every thrust Kiba's head inches forward, getting dangerously close to my neck. The points of his teeth rest against my neck with his next thrust, a preview of the flesh-tearing bite to come. As predicted, when he thrusts in, his teeth clamp down, pulling a scream of pain - and perhaps a bit of fear - from my lungs.

     The sounds seem to only make his jaw clench tighter. The skin around his teeth throbs, the flesh trapped by him stinging so bad I'm worried my throat muscles are going to give in and tear apart too. My blood trickles out from the puncture wounds he keeps making deeper and deeper. My blood feels warm sliding down my neck, some of it being lapped up by Kiba as he swirls his tongue between his toes of teeth.

     The bite might hurt the most, but it's not the only place that hurts. My thigh still sting too, our mixed salt-filled sweat dripping into the wounds to cause stinging, and Kiba's skin rubbing against them to cause a soft ache. The rest of my throat hurts as well; previous bite marks from the week and today, a faint throbbing pain from my collar being tugged on so much, and the sharp scratching poking out every time I breathe caused by the scream slammed out of my lungs.

     Everything throbs so much that I almost don't notice Kiba's movements have stopped, his hips still against mine. It takes a moment, long enough that I'm worried something is wrong before a trickle of warmth is spilled into me.

     The trickle doesn't last long, soon turning into a steady gush of cum being spilled into me, so much being pumped out that my pussy can't hold it all, leaving the last quarter of Kiba's semen spilling out onto my thighs. He wasn't kidding when he said he was going to flood my womb.

     Once again, everything stops for a moment before Kiba relaxes against me, his body weight pressing into me more. His fangs loosen a bit, a soft pop of his jaw sounding before they finally let me go. His head lulls for a moment, ending up pressed into my neck, coating the sticky mess of sweat and blood with warm air.

     "I shouldn't... shouldn't keep you pressed up like this," he mutters, slowly climbing off of me, letting my legs tumble back down to the mattress. Kiba rolls over, lying down next to me as he pumps for breath, trying to calm himself down.

     I stay still, blinking repeatedly to try and push the pain down as I look up at his ceiling. Does he want me to get dressed, and leave? Is that what he's waiting for? Would it be impolite to ask for a rug to get cleaned up with... and maybe some medical attention? I'm pretty sure the dumb dog ripped out a part of my esophagus so it shouldn't be rude... I don't think. Maybe I should just get up and leave... and stop at Neji's to make sure -

     "Shit!" Kiba yelps, jerking up right. "You're bleeding. Like a lot. I am so sorry," he rushes out, quickly crawling out of the bed before he disappears into one of the doors in his room. No, he didn't want me to leave, he's just a stupid dog. A dumb dog with some weird wolfie clam over me and a box of rocks for brains.

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[kakashissimp]

Naruto Headcanons: How The Boys Find Out You’re Pregnant

Characters: Kiba, Shikamaru, Yamato, Kakashi, Iruka, Sasuke.

Kiba

Kiba smells something different about you, but he can’t figure out what. He assumes you just aren’t feeling well, since you’ve been nauseous for a few days.

While you’re away at work one morning, Kiba goes into the bathroom to get himself ready. He goes to grab something when he spots a weird box in the garbage. He pulls it out and realizes it’s for a pregnancy test.

Kiba freezes immediately, torn between many different thoughts. He panics initially, not sure if he’s ready to be a father. But the more he thinks about it throughout the day, the more he warms up to the idea.

He waits until you get home to confront you. Sitting stiffly at the table, Kiba swallows harshly the moment you’re back. Once he sees you, everything hits him at once, and tears fill Kiba's eyes.

"Are you pregnant?"

At your nod of confirmation, Kiba is overcome with pride and joy. He jumps from his chair and takes you in for a big hug, swearing to not let you go for the rest of the night.

Shikamaru

Shikamaru watches as complete disbelief scatters across your cheeks, panicking about the positive test in your hands.

"Shika...what am I supposed to do?" You mumble, anxiously pacing back and forth.

While it's a surprise to him as well, Shikamaru can't stand how stressed it's making you. To him, he isn't too shell-shocked by the whole thing. In fact, he had been looking forward to starting a family with you.

"Calm down, y/n," Shikamaru says in return, standing up from his place on the couch. He cuts the space between you and looks down at the test for himself.

As you stutter and mumble your fears, Shikamaru puts both hands against your shoulders, making you stop your incessant pacing.

"Babe, please. Look at me," he says, moving a hand to gently caress your face. "I know it seems scary, but we can handle this. We're ready."

Shikamaru grins for you as the relief floods your features, having been afraid he wasn't prepared to have the child. He kisses your forehead before pulling you into his chest.

"We're in this together."

Yamato

Yamato misses every single hint you throw his way.

Oblivious to how many times you've brought up children or the future expansion of your small family, and how ill you've been feeling, it takes him going off on a mission for it to dawn on him.

He's startled by the realization, and when Kakashi asks what's wrong, Yamato confesses the connection he finally made. Questioning himself, however, he confides in his friend and asks if he's just making things up in his head.

Kakashi snickers. "It's hard to miss. I didn't have the heart to tell you I had already guessed that she was."

Stunned, Yamato has no choice but to wrap up the mission early. In a hurry, he bursts through the front door to find you cleaning up the house, and Yamato demands from you: "is it true? Have I been blind this whole time?"

When you crack a smile for him, Yamato's heart softens, and he hurries over to collect you in his arms, cooing about becoming parents.

Yamato used to wonder if he'd ever be a father, but with you, he feels ready to take on the world.

Kakashi

Kakashi is completely unsuspecting when he opens a small gift bag you give to him after your date night, tucked into one of the booths. It's the place you two had your first date.

Half expecting a book or something snack-related, Kakashi freezes the moment he pulls out the pregnancy test. He stares at it, eyes glazing over with shock.

"Y/n...this better not be a joke."

When you confirm it's real, Kakashi sits there in his emotions, trying to not break into tears in public.

After being told the likelihood of you getting pregnant was next to none, neither of you thought it was possible. By some stroke of luck, it seemed to not be quite so impossible.

Remembering himself, Kakashi pulls you in for a hug, nuzzling his face against your neck to hide his happy tears.

"This is the greatest gift I could ever ask for."

It doesn't take long for Kakashi to pay for the meal and take you home, eager to get you into bed. Knowing his girl is pregnant fires up that desire in him.

Iruka

"What?" Iruka asks, eyes growing with disbelief.

When you repeat the news to him, even showing him the positive test, Iruka can't hold back the raw emotions.

"That's the greatest news!" Iruka cries, quick to pull you into his arms and kiss the top of your head. You giggle at his reaction through your own happy tears, so relieved to finally be with child.

"I love you more than anything. You'll be the perfect mother," Iruka muffles into your hair, arms characteristically soft and reassuring around you. "I can't wait to meet our baby."

Iruka always wanted to start a family of his own, grateful to have you as his life partner. With that dream coming true, Iruka is quick to mother hen you, making sure you and the baby are perfectly taken care of.

He questions if you've grabbed your prenatals yet, and Iruka wastes no time running a bath for you, making sure you're comfortable. Whenever you're nauseous, he grabs you ginger and crackers to help. Anything you need, Iruka will give it to you without question.

Iruka tells literally everyone he sees, even if they already know.

Sasuke

Sasuke doesn't mean to let the news get the better of him. But it's so sudden, and he's walking out the door before he can stop himself. It's overwhelming, and he needs time.

As he walks through the village, he questions what he did to deserve a child of his own. He never intended to start a family. That wasn't in the cards for him.

What kind of father would he be? Sasuke can't answer that question.

When Sasuke watches a mother walking by him with her small child's hand in hers, it hits him like a tidal wave. He begins to think about you doing the very same, lit up with the wonders of parenthood. He can picture how happy it would make you, and how Sasuke doesn't want to ruin that for you.

He begins to realize having a more reliable foundation in his life doesn't have to be a bad thing. Sasuke knows you're in it for the long haul, and he must trust that everything happens for a reason.

Sasuke is back before long, face long with regret once he sees you. Aware of your evident upset from his initial reaction, Sasuke can't manage the words at first as he pulls you into his chest. He forces back his own emotions the moment you begin to cry.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, arms tightly around you. He rests his cheek against your head. "I wasn't expecting to hear something like that. But I'm here. I always will be."

[shewrites02]

The Drunken Shinobi | Kiba x Reader |

Spending a night out at the bar with your favorite Leaf ninja

Kiba x Shinobi!Reader

Tags: Kiba x Reader, Established relationship, Fluff , Fluff , Fluff ( The ending is sad ) I'm sorry this fic was supposed to be light hearted.

A/N: Kiba has found himself a regular on my blog with this being my 3rd fic of him . I'm always looking for reasons to write for him lol

Request : Open

Word Count : 2.4k

Leave a comment if you enjoy ! :)

You slammed the shot glass against the table before sliding it away. You winced as the bitter liquid burned down your throat, a sensation well known to you. once the feeling had faded you stuck your tongue out displaying your disgust for the unpleasant taste that thickly coated your mouth. Before you could protest, Kiba was already sitting another full shot glass in front of you. This would be the 4th one for both of you.

"Kiba!" You whined. "Where's my water?"

Kiba had promised to grab you a bottled water from the bar, it was supposed to be your incentive to drink more. He chuckled nudging the glass closer to you nbefore dealing out shots to the rest of your friends that sat along with you.

"After you drink that one, I'll get you your water."

You didn't bother masking the pout on your face. Kiba had made the same statement two shots ago and water had yet to grace your lips.

"Get the woman her water will ya, she's been complaining this whole time." Shikamaru huffed out rolling his eyes before bringing the shot to his lips and gulping it down in a single swallow. He made a slight grimace at the taste before returning to a stoic expression. Even drunk he was no less of an asshole.

"Your one to talk about complaining." Ino shot back sipping on the dainty sweet drink she chose over sake shots. Shikamaru grumbled his usual complaints that the rest of us ignored.

You had turned your attention back to Kiba who had just finished passing out everyone's shots and idly fidgeted with the full shot that sat in front of him. His glossy eyes, and flushed cheeks gave away just how much of the liquor he was beginning to feel. It probably wouldn't be long before he started trying to peel off his layered clothing complaining about how hot it was. The number of times Kiba had come into a bar fully clothed, just to leave with only his pants and shoes on was too many to recall. But you never minded. Kiba was a refreshing change of pace from the other men in the village you dated.

They were constantly trying to tame you. What you thought was just having fun others often perceived as reckless or unladylike behavior. The men that pursued you always thought they would be the one to change you from a wild shinobi to a pristine wife. When they inevitable failed, so did the relationships. But things were so different when you meet Kiba. Instead of shaming you for staying out at the bar till 3 a.m. he'd join you. When you wanted to get drunk after a stressful mission he was the one buying the shots. Had an impulse to go skinny dipping in the lake, he was right behind you. Kiba never had any problem getting wild with you, and that's what you loved so much about him.

"Y/n, will you please tell your boyfriend he is in over his head?" Naruto gloated drawing your attention back to the table. "There's no way he can go shot for shot with me!"

Naruto's eyes had the same haze in them as Kiba's. The way he lazily wrapped his arm around Hinata left no doubt in your mind he was just as tipsy as your boyfriend. But despite their intoxication neither of them could turn off their competitiveness, ever since their battle in the Chunin exams, everything had to be a lighthearted competition.

"Maybe we should save this for another night." Hinata suggested.

"Yeah Kiba, we've already drunk a lot." You now chimed in.

But the devious smirk on Kiba's face, had shown his mind was made up.

"Your on!"

-

Naruto now laid stretched out on the whole left side of the booth his head laid in Hinata's lap. His drunken stupor making him practically immobile and forcing anyone else who was sitting there to sit along side you, or move tables completely. He mumbled about how he could keep going, even told Kiba to go buy another round. As he laid half sleep and definitely black out drunk you couldn't help but to admire his determination.

"You lost Naruto! Go home!" Kiba gloated an obnoxious laugh following.

He too could barely keep himself up. He leaned slackly against the booth one arm wrapped around your shoulders, while the other laid on your thigh. His fingers lightly traced circles on the skin beneath your cut off denim shorts as he gazed lustfully in your eyes, his smile brighter than the moon on a pitch black night. Naruto still babbled in the back ground, but Kiba was no longer interested in entertaining him. His whole focus was now on you.

"I love you, you know?" Kiba said just above a whisper.

"I love you too."

You rested your hand against his hot cheeks, not able to give him more than a weak smile. You loved Kiba, but since he returned from his last mission things between the two of you have been rocky. The charismatic, charming boy who left this village was not the same one who walked into those gates two weeks later. You could never pin point exactly what it was, but something about him was different… darker. It had sparked many arguments between the two of you. Kiba insisted nothing happened on his mission that warranted recounting, but you couldn't remember the last time Kiba had gone on a mission and wasn't excited to tell you about the adventure once he arrived home.

A few days later, the nightmares began. They started off minor. Kiba whimpering maybe some slight tremors while he slept, nothing you couldn't comfort him back to sleep from. But as weeks passed they worsened from whimpers to tears, tremors to shakes until Kiba was damn near screaming trying to escape his sleep induced prison. Not even the comfort from you or Akamaru was enough to persuade him back to sleep. You begged him to tell you what his nightmares consisted of, to let you carry this burden with him, but he refused. He would lie and say he didn't remember and maintained his stance that his mission had nothing to do with it. It has gotten so bad you were sure Kiba was only getting a couple of hours of sleep a week.

You confronted Shino and Hinata the first opportunity you got, but neither would confide in you. You expected nothing less from the silent ninja, but you were so convinced that if you badgered Hinata enough she would get flustered and just blurt out a confession but she was persistent in saying it wasn't her story to tell. With no leads, and a boyfriend not willing to discuss anything with you, you eventually left it alone.

Tonight was the first time Kiba had truly been himself in weeks. The first time that charming glimmer had returned to his eyes. He had a real smile not one he masqueraded around so you wouldn't be worried about him. For the first time in a long time he was the Kiba you first fell in love with.

"Come on, I want to take you somewhere." Kiba whispered into your ear drawing you out of your thoughts.

He laced his fingers in yours, drawing you out the booth. You glanced back at Naruto now totally passed out, and felt guilty for leaving Hinata behind to deal with a mess Kiba instigated. You looked around the room of your comrades and tried to find the most sober ones. Choji and Shikamaru.

Choji had never been a big drinker. He didn't like the feeling of an upset stomach ruining his appetite the next morning, so he would come along to the bar, but never really drank. Shikamaru on the other hand could drink his weight in sake, although he rarely did. You suspected the stress of coordinating and heading so many missions sometimes got to him and when that happened he would have a drink too many, but even then Shikamaru was never one to be so drunk he couldn't fend for himself. You knew despite his complaints you could trust him to get Naruto home.

"What a drag…" Shikamaru puffed out glancing back at Naruto. "We'll have to carrying him the whole way back."

"Its okay y/n, well make sure him and Hinata make it home safe." Choji reassured.

Once you felt secure in their answers you let Kiba drag you out the bar to start on your journey.

"Oh fuck!" Kiba slurred after tripping over a rock in the path. Akamaru catching his fall before he could hit the ground. Luckily Akamaru had been waiting outside the bar to accompany the two of you home, or wherever it was that Kiba was taking you. This wouldn't be the first night Akamaru had to guide his owner home after a couple drinks too many.

"Oh your such a good boy!" Kiba cooed rubbing down the ninja dog, before using his back to stabilize himself again.

Kiba had gone unusually quite. You had assumed that he had to use absolutely all of his brain power to recall directions and not get the two of you lost, but you couldn't shake the eerie nature of it all. He had gon from so charismatic to completely mute.

"Kiba, where are we going?"

"Shhhh princess, you trust me right?"

Kiba turned to give you a charming smile that always made your heart melt. He reached out drawing you in so he could wrap his arm around you then face the road again. You were sure this had more to do with him needing your support than just casual PDA, but you didn't mind. Lord knows Kiba has carried you home from the bar bridal style a many of times.

Once you two got further up the road, the path had gotten quite familiar. Even in the dead of night you could still recognize the path leading to the Inuzuka family home. Instead of immediately questioning Kiba you silently followed behind him. He guided you to the back of the house where his old bedroom window laid cracked open on the second floor.

"I come out here most nights , when I can't sleep…. Mom keeps the window open for me." He explained.

The two of you had climbed up the tree in his yard to reach the bedroom window and were now crawling through the tight space . As kids Kiba never closed his bedroom window, he used to go on and on about how the crisp clean outside air was good for Akamaru and him. Kiba always swore the air helped to maintain a "clear shinobi mind" . As a kid you thought it was all talk, more ridiculous training Kiba had fabricated in his mind. But, it was almost 10 years later and he maintained the same stance .

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to tell you this sober." Kiba began. His voice had dropped an octave or two , and his boyish grin was no where to be found . The red hues of his cheeks the only evidence of the previous escapade the two of you shared . The shell of a boyfriend you had familiarized yourself with had returned. "We were tasked with tracking and locating a group of bandits who had been pillaging surrounding villages in search of forbidden jutsu. "

You reached out for Kiba's hand , wanting to offer him support in any way you could but he retreated taking several steps back toward the opposite side of the room. The usually boisterous ninja , could not even make eye contact with you. If you didn't know any better your dare say Kiba was trying to hide in plane site.

"Once we had located their scent and caught up to them , their rampage had already begun. They had taken hostages , children that had been displaced and were now residing in the village. When we surrounded them we quickly began to strategize a way to save the kids , it was our top priority , but I-" He hesitated.

It seemed as if he physically couldn't get the words out of his mouth . Like the events of that night held his tongue hostage and he dare not negotiate with the memory. The cloth headband that held his messy hair back was now dampened with his sweat . Kiba's eyes remained staring at the floor, begging the earth to swallow him whole before he could finish . You had never seen your ferocious boyfriend so feeble.

"I didn't detect the other scent . The leader of the bandits had disguised his presence , and was only using his subordinates and the children as an diversion . When I finally noticed him, it was too late. He had gotten the jutsu scrolls, and used the jutsu to bomb the entire village. I could only save Shino , Hinata , and myself…. no one else. "

You didn't know what to say , what to do . Although you were a leaf shinobi , it was still hard for you to imagine the pain Kiba had been enduring alone . The images that must haunt his sleep and encourage sleepless nights.

"I am so sorry you've been carrying this guilt around with you Kiba… what a heavy burden my love. "

You reached out to him gently placing your hand against his flush cheeks forcing his eyes to yours. Tears swelled in his eyes as he struggled to fight them back with repeated blinks. It proved to be a futile task as the tears flowed in heavy rivers down his cheek and pooled in the crevice of your hand where your thumb laid.

You pulled him into you , wrapping your arms around him and allowing him to nuzzle his face in your neck .

"I wasn't strong enough . I'm still not strong enough ." He whimpered

His cries now full blown sobs as he clutch onto your sides . He dug his fingers into you until the tips were white grasping tightly as if you were just gonna disappear beneath his grasp.

You searched for words to say , anything that would be of any comfort to him , but found nothing . What words could wipe away the responsibility he so heavily felt? So you held him instead and allowed the shinobi to crumble into your arms . This time you would pick up the pieces , you would be his guide back to safety.

"Thank you so much for telling me Kiba."

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Single

May 10th, Day 2: Reunion/Parting @sandsibweek​

Temari and Shikamaru’s wedding isn’t exactly Kankuro’s scene, if he’s being honest. As someone who’s been pathetically single for the past- well, forever- seeing so many happy couples on the dancefloor makes him feel insecure and awkward in a way that he’s never had to experience before.

Then again, he’s happy for his sister, who’s finally found love and happiness after wasting her formative years taking care of him and Gaara. She deserves to have this, so he plasters on a smile and hypes her up for the event, only reflecting on his own feelings when he finds himself sitting alone at the reception. 

Most of the tables are grouped in sixes with the assigned seats, three couples to each table. Kankuro sees Naruto and Hinata, Ino and Sai, Choji and Karui, Kakashi and Guy, Anko and Ibiki, Baki and Genma, Kotetsu and Izumo, Hanabi and Konohamaru… It seems like the place is flocked with couples, with Shikamaru and Temari at their own head table, starting to slice the cake.

At Kankuro’s table is pretty much everyone who came without a plus one; himself, Tenten, Gaara, Rock Lee, Sakura, and Kiba. Though Tenten, Sakura, and Rock Lee get along and chat away easily, Kankuro sits there silently, his dark brown eyes flickering between Kiba (who is distracted by Akamaru) and Gaara (who is staring at Lee).

Kankuro holds his head in his hands. The cake is served, and it tastes of strawberries and vanilla that blends well with the white champagne he has sitting in the flute in front of him. Tenten and Sakura stand up and go to chat with Ino and Sai, which is somewhat of a relief. Kankuro isn’t socially awkward by any means, but he prefers his siblings’ company more than anyone else’s, so being almost-alone with Gaara isn’t too bad…

At least until Lee excitedly drags a blushing, stammering Gaara onto the dance floor.

While Akamaru takes a nap on the floor beneath Kiba’s chair, Kankuro and Kiba are left alone. The two men glance at each other, and Kankuro’s heart skips a beat much faster than it should.

Memories of the war flash through his mind. Memories of staying together in the middle of nowhere, covered in dirt and sharing a tent, curious hands roaming bodies and lips roaming lips because ‘why not, we could die soon anyway’. And maybe inexperienced teenagers having sex for the sake of doing it before dying at the hands of the Akatsuki was all they were back then, but Kankuro would be lying if he said his feelings for the Inuzuka hadn’t gone a little deeper back then.

Now, those feelings are resurfacing even though it’s been literal years and Kiba looks much, much different now. The younger man’s brown locks have grown out to just above his shoulders, and he has the beginnings of a sharp beard on his pointed chin. Though the red marking on his face and that familiar look in his narrow obsidian eyes remains the same, he’s different; taller and more muscular, too. 

“So, looks like we’re all alone, huh?” Kiba starts, taking the words right out of Kankuro’s mouth. “What a coincidence… Just us two again after all these years.”

“Yeah…” Kankuro mutters, because while he would usually be able to hold conversations with people in a social setting like this, Kiba is wonderful at turning Kankuro’s brain to mush. “What a coincidence.”

Akamaru suddenly stands up and runs off. Kiba is too distracted to command him to stop, so the big white dog rushes through the dancefloor, effectively tripping Gaara, who falls into Lee’s chest. Lee catches him right as Akamaru steals Baki’s cake and steps on Genma’s shoes. The chaos he causes has half the reception room cursing, but when Kankuro looks to see Temari and Shikamaru laughing their asses off and asking the photographer to get pictures of the scene Akamaru is causing, he doesn’t bother telling Kiba to wrangle the cute mutt. 

“You still single?” Kiba asks as Akamaru runs back to him, brown nose covered in white frosting and strawberry cake crumbs that he probably shouldn’t have had. 

“Uh, yeah,” Kankuro answers with a blush that he hopes is well-hidden by his face paint. Though he’s not at all disappointed that Kiba seems to be on the same page as him, he is surprised at the other man’s straightforwardness. “I haven’t really… Bothered, y’know, since after what we had during the war. How about you?”

Kiba smiles.

“Me, too.”

And suddenly, being one of the few single people at this wedding isn’t as bad as Kankuro thought it was.

“Hey, everyone, it’s time for the bouquet toss!” Temari calls out, much cheerier than usual on her happy day.

Kiba stands up with Akamaru happily trotting up next to him.

“Wanna come with?” Kiba offers and nods his head towards where Temari is standing on a platform with the bouquet of white jasmines in her hands.

“Sure,” Kankuro nods and follows Kiba to the crowd that’s gathered behind Temari.

Then, the bouquet is tossed. It soars past the front of the crowd and past the middle to the back where Kankuro and Kiba are. Kankuro has never cared much for traditions like this, but he does make an attempt at catching it, only to see that Kiba is also reaching for it when Akamaru suddenly jumps up and puts his paws on the Inuzuka’s back. Kiba stumbles and falls forward, still catching the bouquet but about to hit the ground. Kankuro rushes to catch him, only for it to backfire. Kiba falls into his chest and knocks him onto his back. Their faces brush, and their lips are smashed together for the first time in five years. 

One of Kankuro’s hands wraps around the bouquet to make sure it doesn’t fall and get crushed in this clusterfuck of shit, but when he opens his eyes, he sees that one; both he and Kiba have caught the bouquet, and two; there’s a circle of all the reception guests made around them, staring, laughing, and talking about what’s just happened.

To make the situation even worse, that knucklehead Naruto is behind them taking pictures and laughing his ass off. Temari rushes over to make sure they’re both okay while Shikamaru and his best man, Choji, snicker at the display over two glasses of champagne.

Kiba jumps up with the bouquet in hand and grabs Kankuro by the arm to pull him up

“I’m so sorry, man, are you okay!?” Kiba asks, then turns to Akamaru before Kankuro can even answer and scolds him. “Akamaru, why would you do that? I can’t believe you!”

Akamaru lets out a noise that sounds like a laugh, or maybe a snort. He lowers his head with a guilty expression.

“I’m fine, but you know, you should really train that dog of yours a little better!” Kankuro chuckles and reaches down to scratch Akamaru’s chin.

To his surprise, Akamaru leans into the touch and licks his hand. 

The crowd disperses and slowly starts to leave the reception. Kankuro and Kiba linger behind, going back to their lonely little table. Tenten and Sakura are dancing together, and Lee and Gaara have fucked off to God knows where together. The other couples have either left or are sitting at their own tables. Temari and Shikamaru go around to thank the remaining guests for attending, Temari with an arm over Shikamaru’s shoulder.

“You haven’t danced at all today,” Kiba says, but it’s not true.

“I did, too! Remember when I danced with Temari and Gaara earlier? It was part of the ceremony,” Kankuro explains in reference to the ‘father daughter dance’, which he and Gaara offered to do with Temari in Rasa’s place so she wouldn’t have to cut it out of the ceremony entirely.

They walked her down the aisle, too. Kankuro briefly wonders if their parents’ absence on a day like this is bothering Temari at all, but then he looks over to her and sees her and Shikamaru still beaming at each other.

“Oh, right, but that’s not what I meant,” Kiba says with a dismissive wave. “I meant you haven’t danced since the reception started.”

“Well, no one’s asked me to,” Kankuro shrugs. 

“Then I guess I’ll have to bite the bullet and do it myself,” Kiba grins, then stands up and offers Kankuro his hand. “Wanna dance, Kankuro?”

“...Sure, Kiba. For old time’s sake.”

[welkinsky]

Hi!

i was wondering could you do a Kiba x reader, were the reader gets hurt and what he would do? Pleas and thanks ❤

and i love your work by the way it is so simple and sweet

Kiba X Reader | Reader Gets Injured

Kiba was not the one to show you directly that he was into you. Everyone talked about it. They teased him too but he never directly said it. 

Initially, even you had feelings for him but seeing how he constantly denies it? It made you back down from the thought of ever being with him.

But one thing that you just can't shrug off is how he always tries to boost himself and show off whenever you're around. You were smart enough to pick that at the very least. But if he DID like you, why was he not doing anything about it then? 

You left it up to him to decide, you were not the one to entertain the hot and cold behavior. You've dealt with this in the past and you knew it brings no good. It just shows how unsure the person is.

You were way above average in the class too so it's not like you had a lack of options out there but always cursed yourself when you found daydreaming about the man who was so unsure about you.

You were assigned a tough mission and before going you just wanted your answers once and for all. You tried to make him jealous by talking to other guys around him, didn't work. So you kinda gave up and headed in the mission with a clear head but sadly a broken heart.

Which almost cost you your life since now you were held captive by the goons who crossed paths by mistake. These people were sure way out of your league and you needed backup.

Sure you could take a few of them down but you were outnumbered and tired. Every now and then one of them would come and check on you it's been 2 days and not even one time the same guy came so you could only imagine how many of them were out there.

You were refusing your food, lord knows what they might have mixed in it. But lack of food and chakra caught onto you and you fainted. You woke up to loud noises from outside the cave where they kept you. But then a familiar voice called your name, "Hey Y/N. Wake up! Are you okay?" It was Hina, her voice as soft and soothing as ever.

You nodded and tried standing up but you were too weak, so she helped you as you walked out. You saw something that you never really thought was possible.

Kiba has gone crazy. You've never felt this strong chakra from him. He was far but you could hear, "How dare you lay a hand on her?!" as he attacked one of the goons.

"He's gone ruckus ever since your news came in," Hinata said from behind as she helped you to a safe place.

Later once you were back in the village you were up from being unconscious you were sitting by the window in your bed and looking out. Thinking of all the things that happened. Thinking about the look on his face. Hina and Ino were sitting on the other side of the room discussing something.

Then the door opened and HE walked in. You two didn't leave eye contact for a second. Your eyes clearly said, "Why can't you just admit it?" and his eyes were blank as he came straight to you and kissed you.

You were too stunned to speak but you gave in. You never realized when the two girls excused themselves. "Why-" you tried talking but he cut you off. "You're way out of my league Y/N. Many other capable guys can be a better man to you than I can ever be?"

"Yes but none of them came for me." You said sternly. "How do you think you're any inferior to them when you have a heart like that? What if I say that I don't give a damn about them but you."

You can see surprise clear on his face. "You're not saying what I think you're saying are you?"

"Yes, I do love you damn it! But you still haven't answered my question." your voice was assertive now. "I am scared that I won't be enough." He said lowly.

That broke your heart. A man like this who loves his comrades with all he has thinks he's not good enough. Tears started rolling down your eyes once you understood why he was being hot and cold. And here you thought that he had commitment issues or something.

You two sat down and cleared everything out. Once you two were together sure he felt inferior at times but you made it a rule to reassure him that very instant.

Thanks For Reading and for the ask too <3

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"Hey, honey. Wake up, sleepyhead."

...

"You wanna roast like a boar on a stick, huh? Get your a** up."

Slowly, his heavy eyelids opened sluggishly to view the world with blurry vision. Rustling wind and muffled talking filled his ears as he slowly turned to the side.

His sights cleared, which allowed him to see the clear image of your frame. Before he could speak, his nose was filled with a delicious scent of food.

Upon closer expectation, he saw a tray with breakfast food on the nightstand alongside his bed. You were pouring steaming hot tea into a cup carefully before glancing down at him.

"You really need to start getting more sleep, you know. You can't keep waking up in the middle of the day at 3 pm every time. It's not productive at all."

Shikamaru stared at you with a blank expression before sluggishly sitting up and scratching his wild hair that was out of its signature spiky ponytail.

"Already berating me as soon as I wake up? How troublesome."

You rolled your eyes and placed down the teapot on the tray. "You love it, you grump. Now eat your food."

The male didn't notice how much he starving until his stomach rumbled loudly in the bedroom.

"And I know you didn't eat dinner last night, so you better eat every last thing on this plate, or I will cook you for dinner, got it?"

Shikamaru's gaze flickered up to your face, witnessing the blank expression on your face.

'Oh, she's serious.'

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words halted when he looked closer at your appearance. You weren't in your normal outfit, instead opting for more casual attire.

Black leggings, an off-the-shoulder green long-sleeve, and closed-toed black shoes. Your hair was done, and makeup adorned your face.

"You look good." He commented and placed the tray on the bed in front of him. "What are your plans for today?"

"Thank you. I'm going to see Kiba for a bit, I promised we'd hang out today and then shop for some groceries. Is there anything specific you want?" You asked, grabbing your purse that your lazy boyfriend bought you for your twentieth birthday.

The black-haired male shook his head and took a sip from the tea, letting the liquid cease the scratchiness in the back of his throat.

"No, nothing. Have fun today, and don't let Kiba pull you into his useless shenanigans."

You stuck your tongue at him while closing your eyes. "Don't worry bout it me. I can take care of myself."

"I know."

A smile formed on your lips as you watched your boyfriend swallow a bite of the pancakes you made.

"Don't let me take all your time; I'll see you later." He said while waving his hand dismissively.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms under your chest. Casually you walked closer to the male with slow, ominous steps.

He noticed your movement and halted, his gaze following your body. You came closer before dropping your purse on the ground.

Shikamaru didn't expect you to push him onto his back, crawling on top of his form and caging his hips with your knees.

His expression wasn't really one of surprise but more of 'oh, here she goes again.' Your hands were right next to his head as you gazed down at the male.

"Did you really think I was gonna leave and not get my goodbye kiss?" You sought and tilted your head.

The Nara male let his hands rest upon your hips. "Yes."

Your lips formed into a pout, your nails digging into the mattress beneath. Slowly you lowered your face closer to his.

"I am very selfish, darling." You hummed. "I am yours, which means you are also mine which in turn means that these-" You let one of your pointer fingers lightly brush against his lips. "-also belong to me. And because of that, I always want them."

Shikamaru sighed, his fingers pressing firmly into your body. "You are so demanding." He groaned before placing a quick peck on your lips.

"And you love it." You respond, letting your lips connect again but this time kissing him intensely. Lips moving in sync, slowly and lovingly.

When he pulled back, he gazed up at your appearance and swiped at the smeared lipstick on your bottom lip.

"And I love you."

You snickered, licking off the remainder of your lipstick before kissing his lips again. Before he had a chance to respond, you pulled away only to begin kissing down his jaw before stopping at the crook of his neck.

"How is it that I'm so utterly in love with you?"

Your words caused him to shiver from how hot your breath was on his cool skin.

"I was the only one willing to deal with your aggressive a**."

You looked down at the male for a moment, a blank expression on your face as you leaned back to sit on his lap.

Before Shikamaru could react, a pillow was placed over his face, followed by weight soon after.

He didn't even struggle, just letting you suffocate him.

You crinkled your nose and pulled it away from his face.

There was no movement from the male before he spoke soft words.

"My point exactly, you crazy woman. You'll probably kill me one day."

immediately you hit him with the pillow.

"No way. I can't be having the father of my kid dead yet."

Shikamaru froze, his eyes widening before flinging his gaze at you.

"(Y/n), are you-"

"No!" You shouted before tilting your head and raising your eyebrows suggestively. "Why? You tryna become a DILF?"

"(Y/n), oh my god." He sat up and yanked on one of the strands of your hair. "You're being troublesome. Go hang with Kiba before he and Akamaru come here and get the place all dirty."

You only gave him a cheeky smile and kissed his lips. "You love this troublesome woman, though."

"Yes, I do. Now scram before I kick you off the bed myself."

You got off his body and pouted. "So mean~."

The male waved his hand dismissively and grabbed his forgotten fork. "Yeah, yeah, I'm the mean one."

Picking up your purse, you blew the male a kiss before exiting your bedroom and shutting the door quietly behind you.

With your presence gone, the male let out a deep sigh. "She really got me on that one." He mumbled and placed another bite in his mouth.

"I'm in love with such a troublesome woman."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"There you are! It only took you forever!"

You stuck your tongue out at the brown-haired male as you neared the two.

"Sorry, I was busy tryna get Shika out the bed and eat."

The male crossed his arms and shook his head. "Man's got a girlfriend who literally cooks breakfast in bed for him all the time. If only that could be me~."

You smacked the Inuzuka male on the back of his neck. "Don't worry! You'll find one soon! What about Tamaki!?"

It was the male's turn to slap you on the back of your neck. "I"d rather have you roast me alive than date that woman!"

"Okay~." You extended the word dramatically and looked down at the large white dog by your legs. "Didn't know he was the masochistic type."

"(Y/n)." He called your name with a deadpan expression. "You have actually nearly burnt down Konohagakure multiple times trying to roast motherf*ckers that pissed you off. I'd take my chances with your fire than that woman."

You stuck your tongue at him. "My fire is literally hot enough to melt rock. I can make f*cking glass outta the sand right here on the ground in front of us."

"Yeah, that's why you're so hot."

"Huh? My body temperature is 98.6℉ (37.6℃), just like everyone else's."

Kiba looked at you as if you were stupid. "That's not what I meant-you, know what, never mind. Let's go before it gets too crowded."

"Okay, weirdo."

The two of you began walking down the streets of Konohagakure, looking at all the stalls and having a look at their inventories.

"Look, it's you." You said, pointing to a painted mask with a dog face on it."

Kiba flared his nose before pointing at a panting at another stall. It was of a woman in a rather inappropriate position. Her legs open, one hand covering her lower private with her other hand grasping her breast.

You raised an eyebrow and turned to face the male. "How is that me?"

"It's of a wh*re."

"ARE YOU CALLING ME A WH*RE!?"

"Yeah, 'cause you're my wh*re."

You raised an eyebrow. "Huh? I thought I was your best friend."

"No, I-' The male slapped the back of your neck. "Stop being oblivious!"

"The h*ll you mean! I'm the most alert than the two of us!"

As if a drawing, it was like the both of you were growling the wild dogs.

"Aww, look at the youth of this young couple."

You and Kiba's action ceased, turning to face one of the vendors who looked at the two of you longingly.

"Yeah, aren't we cute!?" Kiba gushed and held your waist. You flicked the male's forehead before kicking him off of you.

"Sorry about that, ma'am. The boy just likes to embarrass me. He's just my friend."

"I am literally older than you by 2 years." Kiba hissed.

"Doesn't mean you got a brain in that head."

Kiba's brow twitched. "Run (Y/n). Cause once I get my hands on you, you'll be begging for this head."

"Oh my god!" You cried. "He's gonna make me as stupid as he is! Gotta go, ma'am!"

And with that being said, you began speeding through the streets, Kiba and Akamaru hot on your trail. You couldn't help but laugh, and even Kiba couldn't hide the bright grin on his lips.

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Shikamaru simply rolled his eyes, gathering the new record books from the store that Kakashi needed but was too lazy himself to get.

"What a drag." He huffed and lit a cigarette in his free hand. He looked up at the sky, viewing its vast blueness with creative-looking clouds in the sky.

"I'll just drop these off and then go cloud gazing."

He began his slow venture back to the Hokage office, casually looking around at the village around him. A sudden familiar screaming caught his attention.

His gaze turned to the street to his left, and he saw your frame. You were with Kiba and Akamaru, yelling at the Inuzuka male with an enraged expression.

His lips formed into a tiny smirk. 'Can't help but admire the fire that burns behind her eyes.'

That smirk fell once he witnessed Kiba's arms wrapping around your waist. He raised an eyebrow, but it quickly changed to him covering his mouth to stop the laugh that wanted to leave his lips.

You literally kicked Kiba like twenty feet in the air. The sight caused him to shake his head and continue on his walk back to the Hokage.

On his mind was just your crazy a** being the amazing woman you are.

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By the time the two of you stopped, you were on the other side of the village. It was a place you didn't usually visit since your home was way too far to just come here casually.

What caught your eye was a waterfall, its gushing waters collected in a pool where the floor glowed like crystals. Swimming craftily through it, was a duck and her ducklings.

"Aww." You gushed and crept to the edge of the waters to get a closer look. "Look at the mom and her babies."

The two males stepped by your side and squatted down. "They look ugly." He commented.

"Nuh-uh." You pointed out at the mama duck. "She gorgeous, and so are her 'lil babies. I'm tryna be like that. A MILF."

Kiba turned to you quickly. "Let me help."

You stuck your lips out and raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Why?"

"See I'm-" He placed a hand over his heart. "-am tryna be a DILF. And your tryna be a MILF so it's perfect!" He cheered.

Squinting your eyes, you shook your head. "How is that gonna help me be Shika's MILF?"

"(Y/n), I will be your DILF!"

"Bro, stop being shy and ask Tamaki already!"

The male grabbed his hair and basically yanked it against his skull. "You're f*cking hopeless, I swear." He huffed and plopped on his butt before lying on his back.

"Geez, you wh*re. Why don't you like her? I've seen how ya'll look at each other."

Akamaru curled in a ball against Kiba's side, quickly falling asleep as you both finally stopped yelling. The shaggy brown-haired male placed an arm over his eyes and sighed.

"It's just...It's just..." He groaned and huffed loudly.

"Come on, use your big boy words since you wanna talk about how you're older than me." You teased.

Kiba rolled his eyes and removed his arm so he could look up at your glimmering (e/c) orbs. He swallowed hard at what he felt was an intense gaze, but you just stared at him curiously.

"She's not you, (Y/n)."

"And?" You asked. "Aint nobody gonna be like me. I'm one of a kind, boy. But I'll apologize for making your expectations so high since I am such an amazing person."

The Inuzuka male sat up, his hands turning into fists by his side. "Nobody is ever going to meet those standards unless it's you. Don't you get it!"

You flinched back before poking the male's nose. "Yeah, you're gonna have to lower your standards; not everybody can be like your best friend. You're going to have to stop idolizing me like I'm a god first if you want a chance with a woman."

A smirk formed on your lips as you closed your eyes. "It won't be long till I find myself another devote follower and free you from these chains."

Kiba was taking deep breaths to calm himself down so he wouldn't snap on you and ruin the friendship the two of you had.

"Let's just f*cking go. I'm tired of this place." He finally said after a moment of silence.

He didn't wait for your reply as he got up and left, leaving you and Akamaru to stare at each other. "Grumpy man. He's gonna get wrinkles if he keeps making that face."

You suddenly sighed happily and brought your hands to your hair, tugging on it lightly. "Unlike my man who doesn't seem to get any blemish on his pretty face no matter how old he's getting. I'll look like a raisin before he even starts to crack!"

The large white dog just sighed before getting up and following after his master.

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Shikamaru listened to the rustling trees and howling wind as he lay under the shade. His arm supported his head on the ground with his ankles crossed over each other.

It was peaceful, and tranquil even as he enjoyed the sereness of the park. Only a few people were around, but they were far enough away for the black-haired male to hear nothing.

A satisfied exhale left his lips as he closed his eyes. The sun was beginning to lower, orange and blue mixing together in the sky.

The night would be falling soon, but the male would wait until then to leave because once he got home, he knew he'd have to deal with a hyperactive needy girlfriend waiting for him.

Speaking of his needy lover, he swore he heard her voice again. His eyes slowly peeled open as he sat up, searching for your voice he swore he heard.

A good distance away, he recognized your hair before he heard your contagious laughter. You were laughing at Kiba, who had fallen on the ground, rubbing the back of his head in pain.

The Inuzuka male suddenly gripped your ankles and yanked them, causing you to tumble down. You had fallen atop of him, your hands slamming into the dirt by his head with your legs on either side of his waist.

Your face held bewilderment for a moment before you pouted and gripped the male cheeks, pulling them harshly. Kiba whined and attempted to pull your grip off of him, but he was unsuccessful.

A devilish grin was on your lips as you laughed maniacally, pulling harder, causing Kiba to throw you off of him. He quickly switched position, now being atop and pulling your chubby cheeks.

Shika found himself swallowing strenuously. The sight was causing him to suddenly sweat, a sense of dread filling his chest as he witnessed the scene.

Normally these things didn't bother him; he wasn't the jealous type since he already knew how much you loved him. But that didn't mean his heart was completely bulletproof.

You are the love of his life; without a doubt, he'd want to spend the rest of his life with you. But was it the other way around with you?

Upon hearing your loud, boisterous laugh, he snapped out of his head and looked back over to the two of you. There was just something about hearing you laughing so hard at Kiba. It made his heart clench and his body hot with pain.

Yes, you laughed and joked around with Shika, but you never really laughed like that with him. Never laughed absolutely hysterical like you were absolutely enjoying yourself.

Tired of watching the scene, the Chunin stood to his feet and quickly left the area. By the time he returned home, it was dark outside, and you still had yet to retire.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed something from the fridge that you made and ate in silence, just thinking to himself.

Half an hour later, you finally returned home, locking the door behind you and walking through the house. "Hey, Shika." You called out but didn't stop to greet the male.

"Welcome back, (Y/n)." He murmured.

He turned his head upwards, looking through the doorway of the kitchen to watch your frame step upstairs and enter the bathroom. The shower soon turned on, followed by you squeaking from how cold the water was.

The situation had the male sick to his stomach; he stopped mid-chew to throw away the rest of his dinner and make his way to his study.

Immediately after your showers, you would fall fast asleep so he knew if he wanted to talk he'll have to do it tomorrow. For now, since he was such a late sleeper, he would work on some things for the sixth Hokage.

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In the morning, or should he say the afternoon was when he finally awoke. His stomach dropped when he opened his eyes and saw your space on the bed made.

Slowly sitting up, he realized he had awakened by himself without your assistance. Every morning you would wake him so he wouldn't waste his day, and every morning you made him breakfast without fail. He never asked for it, but you always did it out of the kindness of your heart.

But that morning he rose to a cold empty room. The smell of food was non-existent, only the scent of your perfume that must have been sprayed recently.

Shikamaru sat back against the bed frame and stared at the wall, wondering. The dread that was in his heart from the day before was making him feel physically ill.

He was worrying, with negative thoughts and emotions filling his body like poison in a bloodstream. He swallowed thickly and exited your shared bedroom to reach the kitchen.

It was untouched, everything in place just the way you liked it. A frown etched its way to his lips, the sight of the room adding to his dread.

Quickly he exited the room to shower and change before making his way to his office/study. The worrying was killing him, the only thing he could do was busy himself so he wouldn't think about it.

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By the time you returned home, the sun was setting once again. "Hey, Shika! I'm back; I didn't mean to be out for so long!"

You didn't get any response causing you to raise an eyebrow as you locked the front door. "Shika!" You called out but received no reply,

This caused you to scrunch your nose and frown. Immediately the first place you checked was his study. You knocked on the door, awaiting a reply but once again receiving none.

Instead of knocking again or leaving, you opened the door and stepped in. Shikamaru was sitting atop a pillow on the floor, sounded by books that looked too complicated for you to understand.

"Hey, babe. Are you okay?" You asked him.

He didn't respond for a second before he flipped the page in his book. "Yeah." He said back dryly.

His answer made an ugly look appear on your face. "Are you sure? You don't sound like it."

"Too bad." He snapped, causing you to recoil from his words.

"Haha." You laughed, yet your face was far from humorous. "You wanna get roasted?"

The Nara male flipped a page in his book before replying.

"Go ahead."

Your fingers twitched by your side. "You know I never make empty threats, Shikamaru."

Visibly the male flinched. You have never said his full name before; always Shika or some other nickname. By hearing you saying that, it was like you were attempting to distance yourself from him.

He shut the book in his fingers with one hand and turned to face you. "So what of it? It's not like it really matters to you, right?"

"Huh?"

Shikamaru stood to his feet and made his way past your frame, leaving you alone in the study. "Wait-Hey! Shikamaru!"

You quickly followed after him, seeing him pouring a glass of juice before taking a sip. His tongue swept over his bottom lip as he gazed out the window in front of the sink.

"Something is obviously bothering you, so why don't you tell me? I may not be a genius like you, but I can tell when something is upsetting you."

A bitter laugh left Shikamaru's mouth, his shoulders slumping slightly. "You can tell when something is bothering me, but you can't tell when someone is obviously trying to get in your pants?" He placed his glass on the counter and turned to face you.

"Don't make me laugh."

You bit your bottom lip and shook your head. "Shika, what do you mean? I don't understand. Whatever is bothering you won't be solved if you don't communicate with me. Isn't that what you always tell me?"

It was obvious what you said had an effect on the Nara male. His mouth parted with his body freezing. Slowly his hand reached out to your face, and you let him cup your cheek in his palm.

To your surprise, he suddenly gripped your shoulder and switched your positions. He pressed you against the counter with his body right against yours.

His hands pressed into the counter next to your body while he looked stared down at you. "Am I incompetent to you?" He sought, which caused you to blink.

"Huh? Of course not! Where did that question even come from!?" You replied, but it didn't seem like your answer meant anything to the male.

"Is there something so wrong with me that you need to look for it with someone else?"

You looked at his face, and I mean, you really looked at him. His jaw was clenched, his collarbone ever so prominent with his eyes holding so much hurt.

Before you could respond, he spoke first again. "I know I'm not some f*ckin' hyperactive person like you, but that doesn't mean I won't try harder for you."

"What?"

Shikamaru bit his lip, removing himself from you and showing his back. "How come I can't make you laugh as Kiba can?" He turned back, his face hard and his hands clenched by his side.

"How come I can't change your stubborn a** mind, but Kiba can with only a few words?"

With each word, he stepped closer to your frame until he was pressed right up against your body.

"How come Kiba is exactly like you, but you're in a relationship with me?"

He was so close you could feel the words basically rumbling off his chest. Taking in everything he let out, you connected the dots causing your lips to part.

"Oh my god. You're jealous!? You're actually jealous! And of Kiba!?"

You covered your mouth to stifle the laugh, but it wasn't enough. Shikamaru's jaw locked while he grasped your hips in a tight hold.

"Of course I am!" He shouted and lowered his head, so his face was in the crook of your neck. "He's just like you. Loud,-" Shikamaru licked the side of your throat. "-hyper,-" He kissed your soft skin and peppered them down to your cleavage. "-humorous,-" His hands skillfully undid the buttons to your shirt, revealing your bra that was hidden beneath. "-and optimistic."

You could feel his hot breath on your cold skin. Shivers ran up your spine as you watched him kiss down your naval. His dark brown eyes orbs met your (e/c) ones and grazed your skin with his teeth.

"He's perfect for you, yet you're with me." His hands reached around the back of your body, landing on your a** and squeezing them tightly. "I'm rude, aloof, and lazy. I don't want to ever go out unless you beg me."

His touch was driving you wild, lighting a fire beneath your skin that caused a need to grow in your sensitive areas.

He kissed the skin just above your leggings before flickering his gaze upwards to meet yours. His tongue trailed upwards, stopping once he reached below your chest.

Sloppily kissed the skin before reaching towards your breast and pulling them out of your bra. "S-Shika, wait!"

"No." He murmured against your skin while one of his hands upwards to grasp your throat. You took a shaky breath and felt the pressure on your larynx.

It wasn't too tight, but it was firm enough to put you in your place. Especially since normally you were the more assertive type.

Shikamaru was rather lazy and preferred you on top, so those rare moments when he took control were god-given.

He stood to his full height to stare down at you, gazing into your glimmering orbs with lips parted. His brows were furrowed, and a much more assertive expression graced his face.

Leaning down, you thought he was going to kiss your lips, but instead, he brought his hips lips to your left ear and squeezed his hand around your throat tighter.

You could feel the individual pads of his fingers digger into your soft flesh, and a soft wheeze echoed in the room.

"I'm rather insecure about that fact, so I don't appreciate you playing into my fears, (Y/n)."

You sucked in your stomach and gripped his shoulders tightly. "I don't mean to. You know I love you and only you." You replied softly.

Shikamaru didn't say anything for a moment before biting the top of your ear and letting his free hand snake it's way down your leggings.

His hand reached down to your sensitive area and immediately felt your liquids of arousal.

"I know."

You could feel the rough texture of his fingers rub against your cl*t, causing you to inhale raggedly. Swallowing strenuously, one of your hands gripped his wrist tightly and pushed his hand harder against your private area.

The action immediately made the Nara male remove his hands from within your pants and bring them to your face.

"Did I say you could do that?" He asked, his voice low and coarse.

Again you swallowed hard against his warm palm. "N-No."

Your lovely boyfriend pulled away from your ear and hovered above you. His fingers which were covered in your slick, moved to be in front of your lips.

He pressed forward, and you parted your mouth out of instinct.

"Suck."

You did not have to be told twice. Eagerly you allowed him to place two of his extremities within your mouth and sucked softly.

Tasting yourself at the same time gazing into the male glimmering brown orbs. You swiveled your tongue around them and hollowed your cheeks slightly.

Your hands intimately held his wrist, rubbing your thumbs against his smooth forearm.

"Harder."

Gladly you did as he said, sucking harder and applying pressure to them. A small trail of saliva dribbled down the corner of your lips.

The sight was simply erotic to the older male. His girlfriend, who was usually the more assertive dominant one was in a much more submissive position.

He had you pressed up against the counter, one hand around your throat the other one having you sucking on his extremities lewdly.

Slowly he pulled his fingers out, immediately seeing you swallowing hard and panting. He could feel the heat of your breaths against his face and pursed his lips.

His thumb softly swept across your bottom lip.

"Tell me that you love me." He suddenly ordered.

"Shika." His name came out like a breathless moan. "I love you."

The Nara male's hold on your throat was released only for him to take this chance to turn you around and push your front against the edge of the counter.

His body was pressed against yours, the bulge in his pants driving into your bottom. You could the warmth of his body and unconsciously pushed back against his body.

Shikamaru grasped the back of your hands and forced them down against the kitchen counter. "(Y/n)."

He brought his mouth back over to your sensitive ears. "I want to hear it again. Who do you love?"

You craned your neck to the side before replying. "You, it's you who I love."

The Chunin removed his hold on your hands only to grasp your pants and tug them down along with your underwear.

He could clearly see the clear slick that coated your c*nt and stained the bottom of your underwear. "I never knew you'd get so wet while being submissive."

"Hey." You called out but swayed your hips teasingly. "You don't need to call me out like that."

The older man trailed his calloused fingertips down your spine before stopping once he reached your bottom.

"I should be doing more. I'm not a fan of feeling jealous of others."

He gripped both of your wrists behind your back with one hand while his other slammed down and struck your left cheek.

"Ah!" A cry of pain left your lips as you jumped in your spot. You tried to pull away, but that only received another harsh smack on your other cheek.

His large hand caressed your scalp for a moment before he tangled his grip in your locks and tugged your head back.

You had squeezed your eyes shut from the stinging pain that resonated in your bottom before shooting up your body.

Shikamaru licked his lips while he let his hand that was holding your wrist reach past your bottom and press against your sensitive c*nt.

You didn't even attempt to hold back as you let the sound of pleasure escape your lips immediately after a choked gasp echoed out as he entered two of his long thick fingers in.

His fingers moved at a teasingly slow pace, enjoying the sight of you writhing and panting beneath him. Enjoying how you pulled your head against his hold that was grasping your hair.

The black-haired male brought his lips down to your shoulders, where he licked the skin on your left side before abruptly biting down.

"A-Ah~!" You whined, throwing your head back as you pressed your body as much as you could against the counter

While he marked your shoulder, the pace of his fingers grew slightly quicker while your liquids of arousal dripped down and coated his extremities.

He pulled his teeth away only to quickly place his lips against your soft, smooth skin and suck harshly, the action creating little stinging but tingling sensations.

You closed your eyes as you indulged in the sensation of his fingers entering your body. He curled his extremities, pressing them against sensitive areas that made you become like puddy in his hands.

He was so skilled, knowing exactly what to do, how hard to press, and how far to push his fingers in your body. You've been with the Nara male long enough for him to be ever so knowledgeable of your body.

If he could, he would study everything there was about you because he could never seem to get enough of you.

He suddenly pulled his fingers out only to bring them up to your cl*t and stroke softly. Your hips bucked from his action, already causing you to squirm.

You felt the older male grin against your shoulder, pleased with your desperate, needy response. Nonsensible words and hums of pleasure were the only things you could get out of your mouth.

Shikamaru let go of your hair only to undo his pants and pull out his stiff member that was already throbbing for attention. He grasped the base, pumping himself a few times before bringing it down to your c*nt and rubbing it along your wet folds.

"Say you love me." He murmured against your skin.

"I love you, baby."

Without warning, he grasped your hips, raising your a** up so he could enter his member within your walls.

Your eyes widened, a gasp became stuck in your throat. Immediately you trembled in your spot; desire and heat surged through your body while you squeezed down on him.

You dug your nails into the stone counter, pressing them in as his breathless groans made their way to your eardrums.

"Mmh~." You could help but mewl from it. One of your weaknesses was when Shikamaru was vocal, his sounds of pleasure mixing with your own as his c*ck throbbed inside of your body.

You shut your eyes, feeling the sensations spread throughout your body and already cloud your mind with desire.

Shikamaru's hold on your hips grew tighter as he pushed more of himself in. It allowed for the head of his c*ck to just barely touch up against the entrance to your womb and become swallowed by your tight wet walls.

Instantly you reacted to him, groaning aloud as you weakly grasped his wrist and attempted to pull him away. The saliva in your mouth felt thick and you could barely remember to swallow it. A dumb lustful expression covered your face, almost as if you became succumbed in delight.

His action caused a pool of indescribable sensations to form in the pit of your stomach; it was like a mix of love and pleasure that caused your mouth to grow dry.

You pressed your hips against the cold counter as you attempted to squeeze your thighs together, but that didn't receive a good response.

It caused Shikamaru to pull out just as quickly as he entered earlier, the tip left within your body before he plunged himself just as deep.

The Nara male's c*ck was felt twitching inside your walls from how warm you were was around him. Completely wet and soft, like velvet forming to engulf his member.

His hips jerked as he thrust slowly at first before gaining a moment and rolling his hips. Another thing you liked about Shikamaru was how he didn't just thrust his hips.

He rolled them into you, using the muscles of his lower body to rock into your tight walls. It was so good that you could feel every vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.

You molded around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. The pace of his gloriously rolling hips grew. Every time he rocked his hips forward, he pressed the head of his c*ck as deep as possible.

Your lover knew that every time he did that, you would writhe and cry aloud. It made your body weak, and almost all the strength in your legs dissipated.

With knees weak, you crumpled down, but Shikamaru pressed you ever so tightly against the cold kitchen counter, rocking his hips astonishingly swiftly as if his male impulses were taking over.

Mewls and moans escaped your lips, loudly echoing in the room. But it wasn't only you that was quite loud; the black-haired male was quite vocal as the s*xual act continued.

Coarse husky grunts were being released into your ears that felt as if they were vibrating across your body. His voice only made you more aroused, the overstimulation of the activity already turning you into a mess.

Shikamaru's hands maneuvered around your smaller frame so one could be wrapped around your waist while his other grasped your shoulder tightly, his arm in between your breast.

The new hold on your body brought his large, broad chest against your back so he could hold you closer to him.

It also allowed him to get a better hold on you, enabling him to powerfully thrust within your body. Your hands were squeezing into fists, your nails digging into your palm while you trembled in his hold.

The overstimulation was putting your body into overdrive, a few tears cascading down your face and dripping down your chin.

Your whole body was tingling with every thrust forcing you to clench down even more. You were clutching him unbearably tight, so tight that the male's hold on your body felt as if he was crushing you.

He couldn't get enough of the mewls and cries of pleasure you were making, especially since he was the one bringing about this aroused, exciting nature.

It wasn't Kiba; it wasn't his other friends, it was him. It was all him that was absolutely devouring you.

His touch was like fire, burning at your skin, but instead of pain, it was a soothing pleasurable sensation. It drove you wild, pushing you to the edge.

Your limbs grew sore from the position, your hip bone aching from being up pushed against the stone kitchen counter, though you weren't going to stop until you came.

It felt like this had been going on for hours, but you had no idea of how much time had passed since you two had started.

That remarkable sensation in your lower abdomen formed. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing.

Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The male could feel the heat wafting off from your body, his grip becoming slightly loose for a second before he fixed it and tightened his hold.

Shikamaru swallowed thickly and increased the speed of his thrust. His crotch hit your bottom as his c*ck pulsated and throbbed, feeling as if he was reaching farther and farther every time he thrust.

Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your limit was there at the edge. You could feel it anticipating being released.

The Nara male's face was contorted in pleasure, his brows furrowed and his lips parted. Breathless moans and grunts were leaving his mouth.

His rolling hips increased, slightly sloppy as you knew your lover was nearing his own release.

"Shika, I-I love you with everything I have." You swallowed the saliva in your mouth to quench your dry throat. "I don't want to ever not be with."

You didn't expect your words to make the male thrust even faster. He huffed and groaned, digging his fingers into your soft flesh.

"Sh*t." He cursed and leaned his head closer to yours. "I'm so f*cking in love with you."

With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.

"F*ck~." You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible but the male heard it.

Your (e/c) eyes rolled slightly in the back of your head leaned down on the counter, and gripped its edge tightly.

You had forced your hips slightly backward while you sucked in your stomach. Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up.

Your back arched upwards, the divet in your spine fairly visible. Your cl*max was brought to you for the first time, your walls unbearably tight and warm as you came. The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.

You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins like adrenaline would. With eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out, the only thing you could hear was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.

He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight against his.

The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.

As the lover boy continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your thighs.

With your climax that you had not even a moment later, everything was extra sensitive. You quivered beneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.

Shikamaru could physically feel you trembling against his chest. His lips found their way to the other side of your shoulder, where he kissed and sucked firmly.

And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.

Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out a thick load of his hot c*m.

It pooled within your womb as well as some of it seeped out and dripped down the soft smooth skin of your thighs.

It was so warm and hot that it felt like a heating pad was placed atop your abdomen, right where your womb was in your body.

A satisfied sigh left your lover's mouth as he rested himself inside of you for a little longer, relishing in your warmth before removing himself from inside you.

He leaned his head against the middle of your back and attempted to catch his breath.

"You should be assertive more; maybe I should make you jealous again."

Shikamaru turned your body around to face him, and you could see his jaw clenching.

"If you do that, I swear I will have no mercy on you."

...

"Tempting."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[h8ani]

Crush

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word count: 1049

Warnings: No warnings, fem!reader

Prompt: “Oh my god! Him? You like him?”

Having a crush on someone is like feeling butterflies in your stomach when you finally see them for the first time in the day. You get giddy and suddenly it’s hard to not smile when they’re standing in front of you. It’s hard not thinking about them, you think about him when you wake up, when you eat lunch even when you’re sleeping. You find yourself craving his presence, even if he wasn’t talking to you, just him being around is enough.

That’s what having a crush is supposed to feel like.

You on the other hand wish you can dump these feelings in a bottle and have it sink to the bottom of the ocean.

On top of thinking about him constantly, which is starting to make you go a bit insane you realize that on days you know your paths will cross you tend to look better than usual. You fix your hair, the make up you decide to put on is almost scary good with how you’ve perfected it and your ninja attire you usually wear you decided to change it up with a different color in hopes he just noticed you. You even started to notice how nervous you grow around him or when he’s in the vicinity you’re not as bad as Hinata when Naruto talks to her but you’re pretty damn close which makes you go insane because that just isn’t you.

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Sitting inside Ichiraku Ramen on one of the open chairs you sit by Hinata who you invited over to have lunch with. You two usually take time out of your week at least once to sit down and have a meal together.

“Hey Hinata. Howd you know you had feelings for Naruto?” You ask while picking out the egg from your ramen while she looks at you with an immediate blush on her cheeks.

“Well… I became interested in him when I was younger, he saved me from bullies when we were kids and even though I wasn’t allowed to be around him I always paid attention to him from that point. I admired him a lot for who he was so the feelings just came naturally, especially as we got older and were around each other more.” She answers in a small voice. You smile at her words. “Why do you ask?” She adds.

You shrug, “Just wondering is all.” She nods and turns around. “Oh hi Kiba.” She smiles at her teammate who sits next to her.

You feel 10 degrees warmer and the small restaurant suddenly felt suffocatingly smaller. You looked down at your food immediately finding it much more interesting than what the boy next to you was saying to your friend. What ramen did you even get? Wasn’t it supposed to have chicken in it? There’s so many vegetables in this. When did the broth-

“Hi (Y/N).” Kiba says with a smile.

You have to acknowledge him. You have to look at him, it’d be rude not to.

Jesus is it getting hot in here?

You hate how tight your chest feels right now, it’s just Kiba. Just Kiba, the same boy you’ve known since the Academy, since watching him lose at the Chunin exams and the same Kiba you’ve known since forever. It’s Kiba, the boy you’ve realized just up until recently that you’ve had a crush on since you can remember.

“Hi…” you say quietly and glance over at him before looking back at your bowl. You can feel your cheeks burning up and curse him for coming in here. You hate being this girl, you don’t get shy, you’re loud and abrasive most days but with Kiba around, you are reduced to a shallow puddle ready for him to step in to.

You’ve ignored and pretty much zoned out all of their conversation until Kiba stands up. You turn your head, and he smiles to the both of you. “I’ll see you two around.” His eyes linger on you for a moment before he leaves past the front banners of the restaurant. You feel your cheeks and they were practically on fire with how flustered you got, you internally sighed. God did you feel like an idiot around him.

You were patting your cheeks, hoping to calm down when Hinata gasped next to you, causing you to quickly look over. “Oh my god! Him? You like him?” She exclaimed. Your mouth opened but nothing came out. “I always noticed you act differently when he was around but that’s why you asked me that question earlier!”

“Shh!” You hush her and look around you two to see if anyone was walking by. “Don’t say anything to anyone! It’s just a little crush, something that will go away eventually ya know? It’s not like Kiba would even like me back so there’s no point in saying anything to anyone. Let alone him, right?” You rush all of the words out as quick as you can.

“Are you trying to convince me that you don’t really have a crush or yourself?” She asks.

“It just wouldn’t matter if I told him or not okay?”

You huff a big sigh and Hinata can’t help but frown slightly. She knows your feelings now, you like her teammate, but her teammate has almost said the exact same thing to her about you, give or take a few words. Kiba wanted to spend more time with you, but with you never saying more than a small greeting to him he thought it was pointless and he wouldn’t have a chance. Kiba seeing you and Hinata eating was just a perfect excuse to see you. He likes seeing you around the village, he liked being in your presence, he just liked everything about you.

He stayed back on the side of the ramen shop once he heard Hinata’s voice raise when he left. His curiosity getting the better of him he eavesdropped on your conversation. He waited a few moments and after hearing you admit, you also have feelings for him, his feet seemed to have a mind of their own because before he knew it, he was walking back into Ichiraku and was standing in front of you. You stared up at him with wide eyes and mouth agape.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka X afab!Reader

Synopsis: After training, MC and Kiba spend the afternoon eating their favorite snack at the local candy shop.

Word Count: 1,380

You were sitting on a tree branch, watching your boyfriend train with his dog. Smiling, you leaned on the trunk with three shurikens between your fingers. Without any hesitation, you threw the blades at Kiba. The Inuzuka heard the sounds of the blades coming his way. When he turned to face the shuriken, he smirked before swiftly evading the attack, landing on a tree branch near to yours.

"That is one cheap trick, [Name]" Kiba smirked at you, revealing his fang. Akamaru barked in agreement. "Oh come on, Kiba. I'm just improving your skills" You retorted then stood up on the branch. "Why won't you train with me? I know that you're a better shinobi than me" He said, standing on the branch as well.

"Maybe later, Inuzuka" Your eyes trailed down the grass. "After we have some fun!" You chimed then jumped off the branch. Kiba smiled at your cheery behavior. "Okay, [Name]. As you wish" He rubbed his brown hair and then jumped down the tree, followed by his dog.

"Okay, hime, what should we do today?" Kiba grabbed your hands and gave it a tight squeeze, locking eyes with yours. "Let's go and visit Haku's sweet shop. I hope there's a [f/f] odango candy" You smiled, stealing a kiss from him. "Okay! Let's go!" You pulled away then skipped off with his hand on yours.

You, Kiba, and Akamaru left the forest and went into the village. The two of you were walking side by side, hand in hand, with the white dog following behind, chatting and joking while on your way towards the local sweet shop.

Once the three of you arrived at the shop, you smelled the delicious aroma of the [f/f] odango candy. "Haku-san!" You called as you, Kiba, and Akamaru entered inside. "Ah! [Name]-san! Kiba-san! Welcome!" A young man in his twenties greeted the two of you. He has medium black hair, and fair skin and wears a plain white top and black pants. "Hello, Haku" Kiba smiled at the man.

"Please have a seat, I will be preparing your usual orders" The black-haired man flashed the two of you a smile before entering inside the kitchen. You and Kiba followed his instructions and sat near the door. You placed your elbows on the wooden table and rested your cheeks on your palm, staring at the male in front of you. You smiled at him.

"What's on my face?" He asked, giving you a confused expression, one brow raised and lips a bit curved down. "Nothing, honey~ I'm just wondering if you can be a sweet person" You smile with your eyes closed and swing your legs under the table. "I really can't understand you and your childish behavior... Geez....." He rubbed his head and then averted his eyes somewhere else.

"But that's the reason you loved me, right?" You said, still staring at him. "Well, you can say so. Maybe..." He hesitated to answer at first. Knowing your other secret side, the manipulative side. You smirked. "Let me make you a bit sweeter to reduce your bitter personality. "I'm not bitter nor sweet..." He retorted, giving you an unamused expression, resting his cheek on his palm.

"Okay then, do you believe that there's a forever?" You challenged him, sly smirk crept on your lips. "There's no forever, [Name]. Since we die eventually" He sighed at your stupid question. "Not that forever. Forever in love, I mean" Your brows twitched but you remained calm. "Either, [Name]. Some believe that love's not forever, some believe that there is" Kiba answered finally.

"Just like I said, I'm neither bitter nor sweet" He slyly smiled, and you removed your elbows and then smiled too. "Fine, but you can't complain when I turned you sweeter..." You stated. Kiba opened his mouth to argue but you stopped him. "... It's my decision, right?" You grinned at him. He scoffed, that's what he hated with your manipulative side. You always win in arguments, manipulating his answers.

"Your orders are here, [Name]-san, Kiba-san" Haku came back with two plates, one plate consists of 100 odango candies. One has [f/f] odango candies and the other has a mint flavor. Haku placed the plates down the mouth-sized sweets and looked at the two of you with a proud smile. "Also, I have some for Akamaru" He placed a white cloth with some odango candies on the floor. Akamaru didn't hesitate to munch on the candies.

You chuckled while watching the white dog devour his snacks. "Okay, I'll leave the two of you here" Haku flashed you a wink before heading back to the kitchen. You understand what he meant and you smirked inside. Kiba grabbed one small candy and put it inside his mouth, chewing, and savoring, before finally swallowing.

You grabbed one candy and shoved it inside your mouth, savoring each time you bit on it. You noticed Kiba enjoying his little snacks, eyes closed. An idea popped inside your head as you smirked, you grabbed one [f/f] Odango candy and put it inside your mouth. You waited for Kiba to finish his candy before you made a move.

"Sometimes, when you always eat the same thing all over and over again, you will get tired of it" He stated then looked at you. Without any warning, you leaned your face to him, forcing him into a kiss. His eyes widened at your sudden action as cheeks started to heat up. While you stayed in that position with closed eyes.

Kiba is still frozen in his spot, you took this as an advantage then leaned more aggressively as he moaned. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, letting him taste the melted [f/f] flavor of your candy. When Kiba noticed your need, he didn't hesitate to kiss back and started a tongue battle.

The two of you continued the passionate kiss for a moment and then parted for air. You pulled back a bit, your mouth was still open as saliva hung between yours and Kiba's mouth. You panted for air as your cheeks were still dark red. After that, you leaned back in your chair and fixed yourself.

"That was one cheap trick again, [Name]" Kiba barked at you. "You said it yourself, I have a manipulative side. Whenever I want something from people, I manipulate them to give it to me" You retorted. "And also--Mhm!" You didn't have the chance to construct your sentence when Kiba leaned on you, forcing you for a kiss.

Your eyes widened in surprise as his tongue made its way into your partly open mouth. A taste of mint in his tongue, and you couldn't help but taste it. You looked at his eyes and they showed challenge, you smirked then furrowed your brows in determination to win the challenge.

You roughly kissed back, earning a grunt from him. But Kiba didn't want to lose, his tongue explored every corner of your mouth until he found a special place. He aggressively licked that part, gasped then he continued on his work. Every time he returns to that part, you let out a moan.

After some time, you quickly broke and then gasped for air, panting as sweat beads decorated on your face. You looked at a grinning brown-haired male and glared at him. "That is unforgivable," You said in a venom-filled voice. "Eh~? Why? Can't I do that to you too? You're not the only one who can be manipulative, you know. And you also said it yourself, you manipulate people to give you what you want. Isn't that what you want?" He said.

You grimaced and then hissed under your breath. Kiba chuckled and earned your attention. "What?" You snapped, crossing your arms in frustration. "Nothing, now you achieved your goal," He said. You tilted your head in confusion at his statement. He chuckled again. "Remember what you said? That you're going to make me sweeter? Well now I became one" He smiled. You smiled back. "You're right" Then leaned again to give a quick peck on the lips.

[itjazzbicch]

Relieving Works Strains

Pairing:  Kiba Inuzuka x Fem Reader 

Summary: Working for Kiba in the Konoha Police Force, the reader's been having a stressful week, venting to her friends with benefits, Kiba, when he notices something's wrong and offers to take that stress away...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) 

Word Count: 1.6k 

Tag List: @wheeler-beretta-harwood 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

The moon was already shining by the time I looked out the window, my face and cramped-up hand collapsing on my desk, surrounded by paperwork. It was definitely too late to go get some dinner, which was an even bigger bummer.

I couldn't sit at that desk for a moment longer, gathering all of my reports and heading to Kiba's office. All I wanted to do was go home, rushing over, letting the door slam, and with a big huff, I dropped the stack of papers on his desk.

"Okay Kiba," I breathed in, "All of my reports. Done and just need to be finalized."

"Geez," He sat up in his chair, analyzing the stack and I nodded exhaustedly:

"If I have to fill out one more report, I just might go brain dead."

"The week that busy?" We haven't got to see each other a lot this week just because of how busy we were and I explained:

"Every call of mine was crazy, had domestics, and so? Lots and lots of paperwork."

"I know it all too well," He always tried to relate, smiling while taking my hand, "Come here. You need to sit for a minute."

He was right on that one, sitting in his lap, laying my head against his chest. It was so nice and he was so comfy, holding me perfectly so I was relaxed, but something came into my mind:

"Are you sure it's okay to be like this while in the office?"

"Why? What's the big deal?" He was so oblivious sometimes and I understood that we were in a different mindset at a moment like this, but I reminded him, whispering it:

"You know how bad it will look on us in the force if everyone knows that we're a thing?"

"Oh," He looked down, his voice growing to a whisper too, "You have a point, but I just can't help it."

"Me either," I curled in his lap a little, the bad thoughts a bit depressing, but my eyes wandered to Kiba's hand reaching to the curve of his desk next to him, looking through the logs, "Kiba?"

"How long have you known me? You should know I don't let anyone ruin my fun," He snickered, shooting me a daring look, "Looks like it's just you and me in here now."

"Are you sure?" I sat up to look for myself because Kiba sure was the daring type and the last thing we needed was someone catching us.

"Yeah, but just in case," His other hand reached under his desk, my eyes flying across the room along with the shuriken that he threw, hitting the lock on the door perfectly.

"Really Kiba?" I just looked at him, trying not to laugh actually.

"What? I keep some shuriken in here. You never know what can happen," He shrugged and had enough of any kind of bad feelings, pulling me back into his arms, placing soft kisses on my neck, "You stress yourself out too much. Just don't worry for a change."

"It's hard not to Kiba," I sighed, melting into his kisses, "You know how I've been since-"

"I know," He sighed back, knowing I meant the war, leaning to turn his lamp off and darken the room, "But those days are over. Just let me help you relax some, hm baby?"

"I can never say no to you," I hummed, lifting his head up by his beard softly, pecking his lips at first, then letting it grow into a deep kiss, letting his hands guide my hips so that I could straddle him.

I never knew how he did it, but he could always take all of the stress away, my mind entering a completely different world, a better one compared to the hectic one I was usually in. A few grinds of my hips having him getting handsy, thumbs on the button of my pants.

Knowing where this was going, I stood up softly and threw them off along with my panties, giggling when he picked me up by the thighs, putting my back on the desk and knocking over the stack of papers I brought over.

"Kiba! You know how long it took me to do that?!" I was NOT fixing that, but he kept me worried free:

"Relax, Y/N. I promise I will restack it okay?"

"Yeah, you better," I glared playfully and the look in his dark eyes took that attitude away, a smirk in the corner of his mouth adding to it:

"Besides, you can't stay mad at me. Especially not after this."

My hum was so deep and grew into a whine, pushing my back harder into his desk with his tongue lapping at my slicked entrance, tongue rolling up to my clit and back down, mouth closing around my clit and sucking at it softly.

"Curse you and that mouth of yours, Kiba," I was already losing my breath, his slight chuckle vibrating through me and making my moans a little louder, then sucking on my clit even harder adding to it.

"Curse me?" He chuckled more, taking a quick breath before holding my legs down by the knees, tongue swirling at my clit so fast to see how crazy he could make me, "You know this mouth can do great things."

"Oh, it can," The shake in my legs rattled the desk a little, hands gripping at the edge of it with white knuckles, whining at how bundled my nerves were, Kiba's strength on my legs having that shaking rattling up into me and making my back bend off the desk.

"Go ahead and cum for me, baby," There was that wolf-like look he'd get in his eyes when he was excited, knowing how close I was, working even more to get me off, "Cum so I can eat it up."

"I am cuming, Kiba!" My hips started rocking against his face, feeling the burn from his beard, coming undone with a hard jerk, head hanging off the desk and eyes in the back of my head, only able to moan about how good it was with him still eating me inside out.

"Good up there?" He cocked his eyebrow with one last kiss, wiping at his chin and rising out of his chair.

"So good," I panted, picking my head up to see his jacket in his chair, pants, and boxers dropping to the floor, winking:

"Gonna get even better."

Fixing my hips over the edge of the desk, his cock felt like so much, having to push in slowly from the tight stretch, the friction having me holding the desk again, moaning out:

"So much better. I missed this."

"Great way to end the work week," He smiled at me, pulling back when adjusted and starting to quicken his pace, having me panting again and feeling the detail of his every move; how he made sure to roll his hips at the perfect angle where he hit all the sensitive points along my walls, all the way up to my sweet spot.

He couldn't help his quick, powerful ways, holding the upper edge of the desk and starting to go off harder, watching all the faces I made and how I moaned his name so sweetly, also noticing:

"Did you not wear a bra to work?"

"Took it off in the office, it was just so ho-"

"Hot?" He laughed at my gasp, ripping my button-up shirt wide open, loving the sight of my breast bouncing at the impact of his thrusts.

"Hot!" Tangling my hand his mane of hair, I was growing hotter, his mouth closing around my left nipple, mouth so warm and sucking my entire breast hard, leaving soft bites, and his other hand squeezing and kneading at my other breast.

The following burn in me had my hips beginning to buckle again, groaning and whining because of how hard I was around his thick girth, having his free hand pull my hips down a little further so he could completely bottom me out, spanking my ass to push me even more.

"You know I missed this too, missed you so tight around me," He growled in my ear softly, nibbling along my earlobe and neck, "Missed you cuming around me. Let me feel it, baby."

"I'm so close, Kiba," I quickly latched around his head, air driven out of me as he flung all the folders and junk off his desk to press his chest into mine, hands pressed hard on the desk while I held on tight, legs crossing around his waist, crying out his name in my moans with how animalistic he became.

Two more thrusts sent my body limp and a little numb, the squelch between our hips sending me into a deep bliss, my orgasm just so good and enjoying the few thrusts he had left in him, happy that I stay this late so it could be just the two of us.

"Is it a full moon?" I tried to remember, joking with him, "Because hell, Kiba. Turned you into a beast."

"Well, it's been how long?" He recalled, looking out of the window and blurting out laughing, "It is a full moon!"

Now, that was a good laugh, hugging him and smiling, "You sure do take the stress away."

"Told ya," He smiled, kissing my cheek, then looking to the mess on the floor, "Gosh, I really-"

"Threw everything, everywhere?" I giggled, kissing his cheek and teasing, "Have fun cleaning that up." 

[honeykngdom]

4k words into this wolf!kiba x reader fic and I am unsure if it will even be received well

[tobiramamonmari29]

Kakashi x kiba

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Kakashi pov:

I was on a mission with kiba inuzuka, we had to find bandits. The dog-loving young man couldn't stop talking to his dog, akamaru. If it was not with him he began to start a solo discussion with him. kakashi, was tired of being forced, even if he didn't talk to him. He really wanted him to shut up, he had tried by indirectly telling him to shut up.

Kakashi: Kiba, would you shut up.

kiba: wait I finish Kakashi, then hinata fainted again! Shino didn't say anything I felt compelled to tell Naruto to back off of her.

Kakashi: Yeah, fall down now.

Kiba: but anyway, I believe that naruto and shikamaru started a few things between them.

kakashi: well, we will shut up now kiba. The enemies will hear us... He had just left the village an hour ago, it was unlikely.

Kiba: but hinata, maybe found a wife? Or maybe a man. She might be bisexual, what do you say?

kakashi: shut up! I swear to you young people.

Kiba: Shino is gay I'm sure! I don't have a preference, I like everything.

Kakashi: kid, just shut up.

Kiba: Afterwards, I'm very handsome, I would have no trouble finding someone.

Kakashi: SHUT UP.

kiba: don't cut me off Kakashi, I haven't finished talking.

Kakashi: it's good I'm tired of you and your big mouth kid!

The older man pulled the younger one hard by the shirt, he smacked his chapped pale pink lips against the other's luscious red lips. kiba, fell silent immediately after the Team 7 sensei's lips smacked against his, his cheeks becoming increasingly warm and flushed. Kakashi, withdrew from his lips, a trickle of drool still connecting them. with the back of his hand Kakashi rubbed his lips, with his palm Kiba did the same, still stunned. Kakashi smirked at the silence he received. Akamaru was hiding with his paws, he moaned softly as he pushed his master forward.

Kakashi: Come on, let's go.

kiba: Han okay....

The mission was much more pleasant for Kakashi and secretly also for Kiba.

End.

[13as07]

Cats and Dogs #1

(Kiba Inuzuka)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Marimari999]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,570

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

[Reader] is a Neko (or as close as I could get with my rushed research and to go with the story line) per request

Fighting

Gets heated at the end

Scratching

Hair Pulling

Biting

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"You look stupid, Izuno-Chan," Neji mutters, his hands buried in my hair, messing it up. "Take the dumb ears off, they're distracting."

"Stop looking at them and you'll stop being distracted, nyaa?" I counter, tilting my head, and letting my eyes fall closed. My arms wrap around the moody boy, cuddling up to him as he plays with my head. I stretch my neck out on his chest too, making sure he can feel the vibrations of my vocal cords as I spill noises of approval.

"I hate cats," he spits out, his hands falling to toy with the bell I've strung onto my village regulation headband. "Take your ears off," Neji grumbles again, tapping the bell so it softly rings every other beat.

"Why, my Lord? Are you ashamed of my heritage? Are you ashamed to have an Izuno on your squad, nyaa? Are you ashamed to have a member of the quote and quote cat clan on your team?" I tease, sliding my nails gently across his sides as I nuzzle my nose against his neck.

"Wha... what? Of course, not. And stop calling me your lord!" Neji yells, my teasing working only a moment before his hand is gripping the headband reading around my neck, using it to peel me off of him. "I don't see why you insist on touching me all the time."

"Because she's a cat, silly," Lee's voice rings out, instantly making me perk up. Neji might be my favorite squad mate to pester but Lee is my favorite to love on. Though, Tenten is a close second.

"Lee!" I chirp, struggling - but managing - to wiggle out of Neji's hold. "Lee," I repeat my tone a hiss this time instead of chirping with excitement to see him. The mixed smell of woody cologne, grass, and a hint of sweat fills my nose, the added scent of fur tipping me off the most. "Why do you smell like an Inuzuka?"

"Now just listen for a moment, okay?" He starts, hands up in defense and his eyes bouncing around the street. "Sensei and I ran into squad eight on the way here. It's no big deal, Gai-Sensei just agreed to have dinner with them and I told you the cologne wouldn't work!" Lee's tone rises as he attempts to slowly back away. By the end he's dashing down the street with me hot on his heels as he yells at Sensei, I assume.

The chase is afoot. Lee running for his life screaming, me running after him as I yell about him being a trader, Sensei chasing after the both of us insisting that I stop or that Lee let me tackle him, and Neji taking up the rear as he complains about us embarrassing him. When our path crosses Tenten's, who was on the way to meet all of us, she joins in, jogging alongside Neji.

Well, the chase is afoot until the sound of Kakashi and Naruto plotting to stop us filters into my ears. Lee might be able to squirm out of Naruto's hold but I know I can't do the same with Kakashi, a disappointing end to my Cat and Mouse game.

As planned, when Lee and I pass by, Naruto jumps at Lee and Kakashi springs forward, his hands scooping me up under my arms and dangling like a... well, a cat. "Hello," the older man says, his head resting against mine.

"Kakashi," I hiss, my eyes slit as I glare at the pile of Lee and Naruto wrestling on the ground. "Put me down."

"Why? So you can join the cat-fight?" He hums, one of his arms swooping down to hold my legs, shifting me so my weight is evened out in his hold better. "Wouldn't cuddles and watching those two go at it be better?"

"You're trying to distract me," I fizz out, trying to ignore the older man rubbing his forehead against mine. "It's not going to work, nyaa," I add, my eyes slowly going back to normal as they flicker between Kakashi and the boys fighting. I trying my best to hold on to my territorial anger but it's not working so well.

"Except it is," the teacher points out, pulling away so the both of us can watch Gai-Sensei attempt to pull Lee and Naruto away from their playful sparring match. "Tell me cat, why is Lee your mouse today?"

"Lee isn't a mouse," a monotone voice says, tugging my sight toward the corner Kakashi and Naruto were hiding around. An off-brand-looking Sasuke slithers out from the corner, looking ghostly pale as he heads towards us. "Nor is she a cat," he adds, standing next to Kashi.

"Don't argue with your Sensei, Sai. I assure you she's as close to a cat as a person can get. See?" Kakashi answers, two fingertips settling on my top jaw, pushing my mouth open to show off my canines. "Not to mention the claws Gai's kitten tends to walk around with and her slitted eyes that give her sight advantages. Her sense of hearing and smell is excellent as well." As he educates his student, I'm poked and prodded at, the teacher showing off my perfectly maintained nails and messing with me enough to make my eyes slit in response.

"That’s enough," Neji intervenes, snatching me from the older man and setting me on my feet, making sure to keep a grip on me so I can't jump Gai-Sensei and Lee. "If you piss her off, I have to deal with it."

The Sai guy looks me over, a weird smile on his face as he hums. "So she's like Kiba?"

"What?!" I yell, shoving my elbow into Neji as I squirm in his hold, sights set on tearing Kakashi's newest student to shreds. "I am nothing like that dumb, smelly dog!"

"You have to be kidding me," Neji grumbles, grasping at me just as quickly as he loses his hold.

"My pretty kitty!" Gai sings out, sweeping me off my feet in a similar way to his friend. I don't get why everyone insists on holding me all the time. It's annoying and an invasion of my space. I swear I'm going to bite the next person who picks me up.

I sulk in his arms, sending my annoyed look toward Tenten who giggles in response. "Put me down, Sensei."

"Why are you always so mean to me, Izuno-Chan? You let Neji hold you," Sensei whines, trying to nuzzle up to me.

I shift around in his hold, shoving him away from me as I try to squeeze out of his arms. "Ya, well Neji smells like honeysuckles. You smell like sweat and Kakashi's annoying mutts all the time."

"My dogs aren't annoying," the other teacher murmurs, looking a little deflated from my words. I swear I hate dog people more than I hate dogs.

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     "Izuno-Chan, let's try a smile please," Sensei cheers, using his fingers to showcase the shape of one as he smiles at me. "We're having dinner with our coworkers. You don't have to be friends but please be nice."

     "I can smell him and his ratty little mutt from here," I grumble, my eyes unwillingly slit as they slide over the ground, picking up on every paw and shoe print. It's true, I can smell Kiba and Akamaru from here but surprisingly, for once they don't smell half bad. Maybe their Sensei made them wash the wet dog smell out of their coats.

"It'll be okay, Izuno-Chan! I'll get some of that herbal tea you like to smell so you can't smell Kiba and his dog, okay?" Lee chirps, his hand gripping my shoulders as he bounces around behind me.

     As we walk into the restaurant, his hands jump up, toying with my ears and the hair surrounding them. It's a nice relaxer but doesn't do the job of completely calming me down. The closer to the table we get, the more it feels like my hair is standing on end. I hate dogs, I hate Inuzukas, and I hate this stupid dinner hangout Gai-Sensei planned.

     Why is he and Kurenai so hell-bent on Kiba and me getting along? Don't they know cats and dogs are mortal enemies? All dumb dogs do is bark and chase. Would it kill them to take a chill pill now and again?

     As if to solidify my thoughts, Kiba's laughter echoes throughout the room, his little mutt - who isn't so little anymore - barking as if to laugh too. Akamaru is a lot bigger than the last time I saw him, putting me even more on edge.

     When we're a foot or two away from the table, said dog takes notice. His ears shift back, his tail still between his legs, and his head low. "Dumb dog," I grumble, barring my teeth just enough for the tips of my canines to poke out.

     "Says the sneaky feline," Kiba mutters, his eyes a bit slit as he glares at me. "What? Still no tail to go with the ears?"

     "What? Still no girl to dump your litter into?" I retaliated, causing my Sensei to jump forward, his hand sliding over my mouth to shut me up.

     Gai-Sensei and Kurenai apologize back and forth on our behalf, Kiba and I glaring at each other the whole time as our squad mates start to mingle among each other. Dumb dog. "You're one to talk. Last time I checked you don't have a partner either. Though, it's no surprise you haven't managed to sink your claws into a man yet," Kiba mumbles, both me and his teacher picking up on his rant.

     Kurenai shoots a warning glare at her student, a silent lecture spilling from her eyes. The smugness I feel only lasts a moment or two, my lecture quickly following. "Be nice, Izuno-Chan, or I swear I'll let Kakashi borrow you to help Sai understand the animalistic traits many clans of our village have. Am I understand?" Sensei's tone is soft and cheery in my ear, though the threat still pokes through the sugary coat it's wearing.

     "Yes sir," I huff, shifting my sight away from Kiba's and my staring contest.

     "Good, now go sit down," Sensei orders, a thumb sliding over the back of my ears as his other fingers massage my scalp. Great, now my hair is going to smell like Kakashi's mutts too.

     When Gai-Sensei pulls away, I let my eyes skirt back towards the table. I can sit next to the dogs... or between Tenten and Neji, which would leave me directly in the middle of their confused flirting situation. Why can't they just sit next to each other? Or admit their feelings to each other?

     Dogs or third wheel? Dogs or third wheel? Neji's head snaps away, his cheeks dusted in pink embarrassment from whatever Tenten just said. Dogs it is.

     Reluctantly I slide into the seat next to Kiba, both our Senseis not so secretly excited about my choice. Sadly for Lee, he's stuck between the two love birds. At least he's oblivious enough not to notice I guess.

     Akamaru bares his teeth as I settle in place, a soft growl spilling from his muzzle. My eyes shoot down, slit and warning as I stare at the mutt. I hiss back at him, my teeth showing off just as much. The fleabag grumbles, walking along the underside of the table twice before crawling under his master's chair to lie down.

     Kiba leans towards me, an exaggerated smile on his face. "I hope Akamaru bites you," he whispers, quite pleased with himself.

     I smile back at the personified dog, leaning closer so he can smell the citrus oil I put on before this dreaded super. The curled distaste of his nose is enough to add a hint of truth to my smile. "I hope it's not too late for your mother to get you fixed."

     "Pussy," he growls, his jaw clenching as he continues to smile, eyes flickering towards the Senseis that are whispering among themselves, their own eyes flickering towards us.

     "Mutt."

     "Well isn't this going to be fun," Tenten mutters next to me, rolling her eyes at the two of us as she looks over the menu.

     "At least we get free entertainment," Hinata adds, the two girls giggling at Kiba and me bickering.

     Kiba's foot slides around under the table, quickly finding the leg of my chair. Once he's sure it is my chair, he kicks it, making the chair and me jerk. I swear to the Lord above, I. Hate. Dogs.

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     "Knock it off!" I hiss, swatting at Kiba once again tonight, causing him to howl with laughter.

     The mangy mutt has been tugging on my ears all night. If it's not my ears he's messing with, it's the bell on my headband. "If you don't want me tugging on them, you shouldn't wear them."

     I let out a huff, scanning the street again. Neji and Hinata left dinner early to help their chief with something. Tenten and Shino agreed to help set up the school dance tonight so they left a few minutes ago. Lee just straight-up vanished sometime during dinner. He probably scurried off to help Neji and Chief Hyuga with whatever it was they had to do.

     All that has left me alone outside, sadly with Kiba and his dog, as we wait for our Senseis. Gai-Sensei insisted on - more like ordered - walking me home, as ever the gentleman he is. Kiba argued about walking his Sensei home too, insisting she is too far along in her pregnancy to be left unattended. Dogs might be the dumbest beings on Earth, but all beasts have their good qualities, even dumb mutts. It just so happens that loyalty is their only redeeming quality.

     Akamaru impatiently does another lap, running a few paces away before turning around and running back to his master. I don't know why it's taking Gai so long to pay the damn bill. Actually, I do. He's probably inside fighting with Kurenai over who's going to pay. Gai is too much of a gentleman to let her pay and Kurenai is too stubborn to let him pay. I swear I can't wait for this obnoxious night to end.

     Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kiba shift again, his hand slowly inching towards my ears for the hundredth time. "Kiba," I hiss, my eyes trailing his every movement. "I swear," I try to warn, turning my head to fully glare at him. "If you pull my ears again, I'm going to hurt you."

     "Sure you will, Pussy Cat. I'm trembling with fear," he chuckles, lunging forward, his fingers cling to my ears, tugging on them rougher than before.

“Kiba!” I wail, one hand jumping up to pull his hand away, the other one shooting forward, slapping his face. My nails dig into his cheek, leaving four shallow scratch marks on his skin. They’re shallow but blood still melts out from the wounds, starting to spill down his face in thin red lines.

“The hell did you just do?” He barks, his hands pulling away from my ears like I wanted. One of his hands grips my hair, snapping my head back so it’s pressed against the brick wall of the restaurant. His other hand grips my wrist, pressing it against the wall above my head.

My eyes are slit, picking up on every whisper of a movement. Kiba’s teeth are bared, hisses of breath spilling out between them as he looks down at me. My breath is as thick as his, but I’m doing a better job at hiding it… I think. “Kiba?” I whisper, my free hand sliding against the one he has buried in my hair.

“I asked you a goddamn question. What the hell do you think you’re doing scratching me?” He repeats, leaning further down, his sharp teeth sliding against my ear as he speaks. “I hate cats. Especially nasty sneaky ones like you.”

“I’m sorry, Kiba. I didn’t mean to, it was just an instinct reaction, I swear,” I murmur, my eyes scanning for a way out.

I can’t tell if I hate or like this. Kiba smells like a gross dog, but his teeth sliding against my ear sends shivers down my spine. His husky tone adds to the shivers, but him towering over me, pressing me against the wall is a bit scary… and hot. Though his cockiness is ticking me off. What a dumb dog. I could scratch him again, that might work or it could make everything worse. “Let me go.”

“Or what? You’ll scratch me again?” He chuckles in my ear, his canines nicking my ear, threatening to bubble out a noise I don’t want him to hear. “Fine, I’ll let you go.” Oh, thank the Lord. “Under one condition.” Dumb bully of a dog.

“Let me go, Mutt,” I hiss again, trying to puff myself up to seem bigger. I try tugging his hold off too, hoping to get my wrist or at the very least my hair loose; it doesn’t work.

“How cute. The pretty kitten thinks puffing herself up will scare me off. I promise my condition isn’t that bad, kitty cat.”

My eyes snap around the street, scanning for an out that I once again don’t find. “Alright, fine. What’s your condition?”

“You marked me with an instinctive reaction so it’s only fair if I mark you with one too.”

“Kiba,” I try to hiss, his name coming out more as fear than as the headstrong tone I was trying. “What does that mean?”

“Just a small bite, it’ll hurt less than those sharp little claws of yours,” he murmurs, his head slowly shifting down from my ear, his nose sliding over my skin as he tumbles down. “I can’t believe you’re petty enough to dose yourself in citrus,” Kiba whispers against my neck, causing shivers to twirl around my spine again. “You know, I think next we’re forced to hang out I’ll coat myself in peppermint,” he adds, his tongue slithering out to slide over my neck.

“Nyaa,” the sound spills out of me before I can stop it, my eyes - which I didn’t notice were closed - snap open, being met with the cocky smile smeared on Kiba’s lips. “That’s… that’s not a bite,” I push out, baring my teeth as I tug on his wrists again.

“No, it’s not. Are you going to mew when I bite you too?” He asks, words drowning in cockiness. The dumb mutt slides his tongue over my neck a couple more times, tempting me to spill another noise. Luckily, I don’t, which chips away at Kiba’s attitude. “What a shame,” he starts whispering into my skin, tightening his hold on my hair and tugging my head further back. “Oh well, at least you won’t taste like citrus now.”

The dumb dog tests his jaw against my neck, barely resting his teeth against my skin. His teeth leave my skin, only for a second, before they latch onto my skin again. “Nyaa!” The sound rips from my throat, coming out a lot louder than last time.

Kiba giggles, his teeth sharp and deep in my skin this time, threatening to draw blood. “Keep meowing, kitty,” he orders, his words coming out muffled as he sinks his teeth deeper.

“Kiba?”

“Meow,” he orders again, his canines finally breaking my skin, the warmth of my blood trickling out from around his teeth.

“Nyaa, nyaa, nyaa. Kiba, let me go. Nyaa,” I cave, tugging on his hold again.

Chuckles spill from the man as he pulls away, a drop or two of my blood dripping from his sharp teeth. “What a dumb cat.”

“Stupid mutt,” I hiss, rolling my wrist that was pinned against the wall as my other hand jumps up to press against the bite mark shoved into my skin.

Silence falls between us for a moment, Kiba grinning ear to ear as he rubs his fingertips over the scratches stamped into his cheek. I shoot my glare at our feet, tracing the outline of his teeth left on my neck. I hate dogs, I hate how cheery they are, how cocky they can be. Dumb dogs. Dumb Kiba.

“Dear Lord,” my Sensei’s voice cuts through the silence, tugging both of our attentions toward him. “Will you two ever stop fighting? If you won’t, can’t you guys at least keep it verbal?”

Kurenai laughs, her hands rubbing over her round belly. “What do you expect, Gai? Inuzukas and Izunos fight like cats and dogs. It’s in their blood to hate each other.”

“Oh, ya. I hate cats all the way down to my DNA,” Kiba seconds, leaning down as he walks past, his nose brushing mine for a second until his steps force him to part from me again. “See ya, wouldn’t want to be ya,” he calls over his shoulder, looping his arm through his Sensei’s before they head down the street, his dog following close behind.

My eyes trail after him, hating him even more with every step he takes. “I hate dogs,” I grumble, softening my eyes when I shift them towards Gai-Sensei.

“I know,” he chuckles, his fingertips sliding over my ears. “And they hate you.”

I know they do… I think.

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[kakashissimp]

Midnight | Kiba x Reader | NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, fem reader, etc.

Premise: Reader is Shikamaru’s younger sister, and while Kiba is staying the night, she can’t ignore her lewd feelings for him. Thanks to his keen sense of smell, her arousal is merely a siren call to him—one that’s far too tempting for his own good. 

“What are you doing, Shikamaru?” You ask, mortified by the sight of the living room. 

Empty snack bags litter the space, while opened packages of chips and candy sit on the coffee table. Cans and bottles make the room an even bigger disaster than before. 

Shikamaru hangs a leg over the side of the couch lazily, eyes not leaving the tv for even a second. “Before you nag me, sis, mom and dad are out of town for a few days. Kiba and I are having a chill day. He’s staying the night too.” 

“What—” you just manage to get out, confused since only Shikamaru is lounging in the room. “Kiba.” 

“Oh, hey y/n! It’s been a while,” Kiba says, strolling into the living room casually with only his undershirt and slacks on. He flashes a smile your way like he normally does, being one of Shika’s nicer friends. 

You pull a small grin for him, somewhat flustered by his presence. You weren’t expecting to see him, and you certainly weren’t dressed for company. “Hi, Kiba.” 

“Now that you’re caught up, will you leave us alone?” Shikamaru drones, far too absorbed in the movie playing on the screen.

“Uh, no? Mom and dad are gonna flip when they see this mess!” You exclaim, walking over to the coffee table to snatch up some of the empty bags. They crinkle in your hand noisily, to which Shikamaru’s face twists with subtle annoyance, and he groans half-heartedly. 

“Like I said, they’ll be gone for a few days. Go do whatever girls do and don’t worry about it.” 

Rolling your eyes, you walk past Shikamaru on the couch, then Kiba in his seat. But he stops you subtly with a light hand on your wrist, causing you to freeze on the spot. 

However, Kiba looks up at you warmly, and a sudden wave of nerves ripple through your stomach. A chill runs down your neck. His touch is warmer than you’d expect, and not to mention soft. 

“Hey, we’ll clean it up. Just leave it to us,” Kiba murmurs with a kind note to his voice, releasing your wrist carefully. 

You swallow back the lump in your throat. For whatever reason, a part of you didn’t want him to let go. You want to feel it again. But it’s Kiba.

You’ve known Kiba almost your whole life thanks to his friendship with your brother, and he’s never touched you before now. It’s more entrancing than you ever imagined, and while the contact was brief, you can’t deny how addicting it felt.

Kiba is only a year older than you, but there’s something about him being friends with your brother that makes him seem so much older. Almost like he’s out of reach. Still, you always thought he was cute.

Suddenly aware of your hesitation, you nod and press a small smile for him, feeling your burning insides just from being under his gaze. Desperate to escape the feeling, you keep going, and chuck the empty bags into the garbage. 

***

Moonlight pours into your bedroom, splaying across the hardwood floor. It’s almost midnight, and you should be asleep, but the nagging presence of Kiba in your head won’t let that happen. 

You can’t help but focus on the way his fingers latched around your wrist with the most gentle touch you could imagine, and your curiosity has only played into that memory. 

Shamelessly, you wonder what it would be like to have Kiba hovering over you with your wrists held above your head, all the while he marks your body as his own. To have him finally acknowledge you the way you’ve always wanted. 

To be taken by Kiba.

There was something about his face too. He looked less boyish while his eyes were on you. He seemed older. More mature. You can’t forget about the way his muscles were perfectly contoured beneath that mesh undershirt of his. 

Frustrated by the persistent thoughts and the growing heat between your legs, you sigh and climb out of bed, wandering into the hall. Your bare feet pad against the floor quietly until you reach the kitchen, where you pour yourself a glass of water. 

Standing with a palm against the counter, you drink it gladly, hoping to dispel the lewd thoughts plaguing you. But even then, it’s no use. 

The image of Kiba bending you over the counter and slipping his fingers past the waistband of your bed shorts to play with you is enough to have your knees weak. 

God, he really does have a hold on you without even realizing it. 

“What are you doing awake?” 

You nearly choke on the water at his voice from behind you, forcing the glass against the counter top. Luckily the liquid in your mouth stopped you from screaming out in fright. 

Turning on your heel, you ogle briefly at the sight of Kiba wearing only a pair of dark boxers, and completely shirtless. The shadows cast across his torso perfectly, outlining his finely muscled physique. 

Kiba’s a lot stronger than he used to be. 

Regaining your composure, you swallow hard and lean back against the counter. “I could ask you the same thing.” 

Kiba’s lip pulls up at this, amused. Although, something lingers in his dark eyes—very unlike his previous soft gaze on you. “Full of secrets, huh?” 

Not sure of what he’s implying, you shrug. “I just needed some water. I couldn’t sleep.” 

“Same here,” Kiba says, reaching for your glass on the counter. He keeps his eyes on yours all the while he fills the cup with more water, watching how you fight back your pointless objection. “I have the feeling we’re awake for the same reason.” 

Heat immediately scatters across your cheeks, yet you silently thank the dimly lit room for hiding it. You cock a brow at this, despite your subtle embarrassment. 

Did he know you were thinking about him? 

There’s no way. 

“What?” You ask bluntly, watching all the while Kiba takes a generous gulp from your glass, and it glides down his extended throat flawlessly. You never imagined drinking water could be hot. 

Kiba licks his lips subtly and sets the cup down, sights still trained on you. “I think you already know.” 

Still puzzled, you get lost in Kiba’s attentive stare, yet you’re present enough to notice as the space between you narrows little by little. Eventually, Kiba’s hand falls against the counter, and his face is mere inches from yours. 

He smiles at you, noting how your breath hitches. “Your mind seems to be wandering to some interesting places.” 

“What are you talking about, Kiba?” You croak, nearly suffocating under his eyes and the way his magnetic pull has you even closer to him. 

“I’m not sure if you know this, but I have a very keen sense of smell,” Kiba begins, tentatively putting a hand on your waist. He looks down at you beneath him, visibly satisfied by the sight. 

You take in a sharp breath, trying not to completely melt before him. Still, it’s difficult. Your heart races, lulling between a place of uncertainty and anticipation. The want gnaws at your insides. 

Kiba dips his face closer to your ear, where he nuzzles his nose into your hair. He takes a deep breath in and sighs contently. “It helps me smell all kinds of things. I couldn’t help but smell something on you, even from your room.” 

Almost trembling beneath him, you urge yourself to pull it together. Gaining a slight flicker of confidence due to his closeness, you let a hand fall against his chest. “And what scent was it?” 

A small chuckle comes from his chest. “Your desire. I could smell how much you want me from across the house.” 

More colour fills your cheeks at the words, and want pools in your belly. You can feel the wetness gathering in your thin underwear just from his voice alone. “You have an impressive nose, Kibes.” 

“Mhm,” Kiba hums into you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek carefully. He pulls back enough to look into your eyes, where his own want grows right in front of you. “Kibes, huh? You haven’t called me that for a long time.” 

You chew the inside of your lip, filled with a healthy dose of nerves in his presence. “We aren’t kids anymore, Kiba.” 

“You’re right, we’re not,” Kiba murmurs, brushing your cheek lightly. His eyes flicker down to your lips. “That’s why I don’t mind doing this.” 

Your common sense immediately falters at the rush of air before Kiba’s mouth lands on your own, causing your lips to respond. Frozen by the sudden contact, Kiba’s soft moan is enough for you to melt into it, easily kissing him back. 

Both of Kiba’s hands find their way against your cheeks, where he holds you passionately, kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before. 

The soft flesh of his lips caress yours so perfectly, you forget about air altogether. Kiba deepens it, much to your delight. You even feel the pressure of his body against yours, unable to hold back any longer. 

When Kiba’s tongue swipes against your lower lip, you oblige by parting your mouth, and he immediately fights you for dominance. The moan slips out before you can stop it, and you’re utterly in the palm of Kiba’s hand by then. 

He smiles devilishly into the kiss, completely wrapped up in it just like you are. 

Your heart pounds, and more filthy thoughts fill your head. 

Kiba moves a hand down to the hem of your shirt, slipping it beneath the material. His warm skin ghosts against your own, and a small squeak of surprise comes from your mouth the moment his fingers brush against your bare breast. 

“Kiba!” You rasp in a hushed voice against his lips, skin aflame thanks to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this here, what if Shikamaru wakes up—” 

“Then take me to your room,” Kiba pants, not wanting to let you go. His fingers carefully kneed your soft skin, and his palm brushes against your sensitive nipple. The pleasure courses through your body, and you don’t have the mind to say no. 

You’ve wanted this for so long. 

“Fine,” You whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before you take his hand and hurry down the hall. “Just be quiet!” 

The two of you sneak past the other bedrooms, careful to not make a sound near Shika’s room. If Shikamaru knew what was going on, he would kill Kiba. 

The moment you reach your bedroom with Kiba in tow and the door is closed, your back is pressed into the nearest wall with Inuzuka’s lips on yours hotly. He grips your hips intently while he wholeheartedly explores your mouth, not leaving an inch untouched. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Kiba mutters into your lips, overcome by the feeling of you. 

Your pulse rings in your ears, and everything suddenly feels very real. Kiba wants you just as much as you want him. You’re completely, utterly screwed. 

Too impatient, you push against Kiba and guide him back until he reaches the bed and sits on the edge of it. You’re quick to straddle him, excited by the enthusiastic bulge pressed into your core. You both moan into the steamy kiss, taken by the friction. 

Kiba’s fingers latch onto your shirt, and he pulls it over your head hotly, pleased by your lack of a bra. Immediately, he attacks your chest with kisses and holds your back for support. 

Throwing your head back, you soak up the delicious feeling of each kiss and small nip, dazed by it all. Kiba groans into your skin, noting how you grind against him innocently. The pent up frustration is fraying his nerves at the edges.

“You’re perfect,” Kiba growls, drifting a hand down to sneak into your very short shorts. His finger pushes the material of both the bed shorts and your panties aside, and he gently feels the collection of your arousal. This makes his chest rumble more. “And you’re soaked. This all for me, baby?” 

“Y-yes, Kiba,” you whimper, eager for more of his touch. Your eyes screw shut the moment he brushes against your clit, bringing your body to life before him. “Only for you.” 

“Good girl,” Kiba hums with a mischievous smirk, gliding his finger across the length of your soaked core, aching for him already. This only makes him more desperate to slide in you. 

The moans topple from your lips with each carefully stroke of his fingers, and the mounting desire only makes you more frustrated. While Kiba’s touch is intoxicating, you can’t ignore what you want most. 

“Kiba, please,” you whine into his neck, peppering your own affections against his skin. You hold onto him tightly, bothered by the sheer want flowing inside you. Surely you’re worked up enough. “Please just fuck me.” 

Kiba’s breath hitches at the raw desperation in your voice, and he hesitates for just a moment. Then, he puts a hand against your face and looks at you fully. His eyes search yours. “Are you sure?” 

You nod perhaps faster than you should, standing up to shuffle out of your remaining clothes. Then, your fingers hook into Kiba’s boxers. 

“What about your brother?” Kiba asks, uncharacteristically worried about the consequences. 

“He doesn’t need to know,” you mumble, yanking his boxers down to reveal his cock, struggling with how pent up he is. The tip is swollen and red, in need of release. Your core clenches. “Not yet, anyway.” 

Kiba swallows hard the moment you resume your previous position, and another groan slips from him at the uninterrupted contact, void of any material between you. He gasps, “What if he hears us?” 

“He won’t. You just need to be quiet,” you murmur with a confident grin, proud of the weakness you’ve brought out of Kiba. You take in his gleaming eyes, full of lust. “Can you do that for me, Kiba?” 

Kiba’s breath hitches again at the soft, burning flesh surrounding his cock without warning. You carefully slide down him, stretching to accept his generous girth. You almost can’t hold back the moans threatening to come out, but you swallow them. 

The laboured pattern in his breathing is all the answer you need. There’s no way Kiba can hold back the moans without your help. 

The moment he bottoms out inside of you, Kiba’s lips part with a shattered whimper, and your hand clasps over his mouth. His eyes snap open at this, much to his dismay at the lewd sight of you. 

“Kiba...” you trail off in a whisper, more than aware of the pleasure rippling through your body with him so deep inside you. Needy for more, you move your hips above him, carefully gliding up and down his hard length. 

Kiba can hardly keep it together already with one hand on your back and the other supporting himself on the mattress. While he lets you do most of the riding, he can’t hold back the rutting of his hips, eager for more of your tightness. 

This pushes your own sounds of appeasement to the tip of your tongue, dripping in awe of how good Kiba’s cock feels inside of you, hugged by your sweet walls. 

Kiba can’t get enough of how you move on him, milking him of everything he has right from the jump. Your hips move so quickly, Kiba can’t dream of keeping up. 

“Y/n—” Kiba mumbles into your palm, knitting his brows together, drunk on the feeling of you. The soft sounds of encouragement still manage to creep up from his chest, only to be muffled by your hand. 

Barely audible moans tumble from your lips as your arms wrap around KIba’s shoulders for support, all the while you bounce on Kiba’s cock, chasing after the bliss dangling before your eyes. 

“Just like that, Kiba,” you whisper to him, nipping lightly at his ear. You clench around him lightly, consequently causing his whole body to shudder at the sensation. “You fill me so well.” 

Kiba goes ballistic at this, and he tightens his grip on you to thrust into your soaked pussy harder. Your mouth falls open at the shocking bliss, completely knocking the air from your chest. 

With each demanding thrust, you’re forced to surrender to him, needing to hold back your moans despite how they threaten to spill. Your hand slips away from his mouth as you hold him close, burying your face in his neck. 

“You like that, y/n?” Kiba growls hotly, fighting against his threatening climax. He focuses on his deep thrusts, trying his best to push you further to the edge with him. “You take it perfectly.” 

You whine into his skin, placing weak kisses against his neck whenever you can manage it. Your fingers dig into his back, urging him to keep up the sinful pace of his hips. 

“Tell me you’re mine,” Kiba says between his winces, slamming your hips down onto his like its the last thing he’ll do. 

“K-kiba—” you gasp, overwhelmed by the raw filth of his words paired with his deep thrusts. His fingers reach your pussy, where Kiba rolls fast circles into your clit. You swallow back the dryness in your throat, along with the moans. 

“Say it,” Kiba whispers, slowing his hips and his fingers to sink as far into you as he can. 

The sudden pause allows you to catch your breath, yet the lack of friction makes you whine in protest. You’re so close. 

“I’m yours, Kiba. All yours! Please,” you whimper, pulling back to meld your lips with his. The kiss is sloppy and desperate, but you don’t care. You’re ready to completely give in to the bliss once and for all. To come undone with Kiba. “Please just fuck me.” 

This is all Kiba needs to hear before pulling back out and sinking into you harder, playing with your clit simultaneously. You both bite back the moans, even as they slip through the cracks. 

The blinding pleasure tears through your body at once, and you clench against Kiba’s cock without any control left. The wonton glow of your features is enough for Kiba to stiffen, inches away from filling you. 

“Kiba!” You rasp, jaw hung open through the intense shake of your orgasm, vision turning black at once. You cling to Kiba as he thrusts through your release, needing his warmth and comfort to keep you grounded. Your nails dig into his skin, to which Kiba growls. 

Before Kiba can say anything else, the familiar sensation consumes him, and he pulls out just before he shoots his load, caking your stomach in his cum. He holds you tightly while the waves of pleasure course through him, and his body convulses in response. 

Your hands run through his hair all the while he rides it out, until his breathing relaxes again, and his hands search across your body for anything he can grab. 

When the side of your nose presses against Kiba’s, he swallows hard and tries to catch his breath, all the while you stay in his arms, not wanting to leave the position. 

Kiba’s dark eyes find yours with their humoured glint, completely bewitched by the whole affair. A small laugh bubbles from his chest, and he traces small circles into your hip. 

Your own smile pulls, warmed by it all. “What’s so funny?” 

“I dreamed of this happening for a while, and now I know how you look when you cum.” 

“Shut up,” you grumble half-heartedly, laughing anyway at Kiba’s words. You both chuckle at the surprising turn of events, equally glad it happened. 

Kiba presses a soft kiss to your lips and holds you like any dedicated lover would, dreading the moment he has to leave. He rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, satisfied at last. 

“Lets get you cleaned up, then I’m going to lay with you until morning. How does that sound?” Kiba asks with an adorable smile. 

“I couldn’t ask for anything better.” 

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kakashixhatakesxwhore's Masterlist

Total works: 22

Last updated: 31.05.24

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Group Headcanons

Love Language Headcanons - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Hashirama, Madara

How They Sleep Headcanons - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Shikamaru, Sasuke

Husband Headcanons 1 - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Jiraiya, Obito

Husband Headcanons 2 - Sasuke, Suigetsu, Shikamaru, Neji, Naruto

How They React To A Dream About Their S/O Dying - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Shikamaru, Sai

Albums I Think They Would FW 1 - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, Naruto, Madara, Hashirama, Tobirama, Shikamaru

Albums I Think They Would FW 2 - Choji, Kiba, Shino, Sai, Neji, Lee, Kankuro, Gaara, Shisui, Gai, Asuma, Yamato/Tenzo, Jiraiya

Random Kinks They Deffo Have - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, Shikamaru

Sex Tier List - Konoha 11 + Sand Siblings + Sasuke

Kissing Tier List - Konoha 11

Character Specific

Shikamaru

Smoking With Shikamaru (Clean) - Shikamaru - headcanons

Smoking With Shikamaru (Dirty) - Shikamaru - headcanons

An Extended Sesh - Shikamaru x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

Semper Amare Et In Perpetuum - Shikamaru x GN!Reader - fluff oneshot

Kakashi

Chocolate-Covered Confessions - Kakashi x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

A Chilly Trip to The Sugar Dealer - Kakashi x F!Reader - smut oneshot

Such Effort - Kakashi x F!Reader - WIP Series

Take Me In Your Arms - Kakashi x F!Inuzuka!Reader x Itachi - WIP Series (posted to Wattpad unless otherwise requested)

Itachi

Thank You - Itachi x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

Loving From Afar - Itachi x F!Reader x Shisui - WIP series

Take Me In Your Arms - Itachi x F!Inuzuka!Reader x Kakashi - WIP Series (posted to Wattpad unless otherwise requested)

Shino

The Art of Mutual Growth (pt. 1) - Shino x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

The Art of Mutual Pleasure (pt. 2) - Shino x F!Reader - smut oneshot

Shisui

Loving From Afar - Shisui x F!Reader x Itachi - WIP series

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~Devilish Smoke Shoppe~

Hi you smokin' pervs, i'm Devilish or Blue, and i am here to fulfill whatever horny, angsty, or fluffy needs you have. Everything you guys are about to see is everything i will do, so eat your guys' gross little hearts out <33

Fandoms/Things i will write:

Anime's:

Naruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Shikamaru Nara

Kiba Inuzuka

Kakashi Hatake

Gaara

Neji Hyuga

Rock Lee

Sai

Asuma Sarutobi

Tsunade Senju

Sakura Haruno

Ino Yamanaka

Hinata Hyuga

Temari

TenTen

Haikyuu:

Karasuno:

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

Nishinoya Yu

Koshi Sugawara

Daichi Sawamura

Asahi Azumane

Kiyoko Shimizu

Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa Tooru

Iwazumi Hajime

Akira Kunimi

Kentarō Kyōtani (Mad Dog)

Nekoma:

Lev Haiba

Sō Inuoka

Kenma Kozume

Taketora Yamamoto

Morisuke Yaku

Tetsuro Kuroo

Shiratorizawa:

Kenjirō Shirabu

Tsutomu Goshiki

Satori Tendō

Eita Semi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Fukurodani:

Haruki Komi

Akinori Konoha

Keiji Akashi

Kōtarō Bokuto

Inarizaki:

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

Suna Rintaro

Aran Ojiro

Shinsuke Kita

Misc.:

Keishin Ukai

Ittetsu Takeda

Kiyoomi Sakusa

TV Shows:

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Xavier Thorpe

Tyler Galpin

Ajax Petropolus

Cobra Kai:

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Hawk/Eli Moskowitz

Demetri Alexpoulos

Tory Nichols

Samantha LaRusso

Riverdale:

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Sweetpea

Reggie Mantle

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Toni Topaz

Cheryl Blossom

South Park (Aged up (COLLEGE) and/or Post Covid!):

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick

Eric Cartman

Tolkien Black

Craig Tucker

Tweek Tweak

Clyde Donovan

Big Mouth:

Judd Birch

Human Resources:

Maury Beverley

Connie LaCienega

Emmy Fairfax

Rochelle Hillhurst

Mona

Pete Doheny

Youtubers/Streamers:

Youtubers:

Sam and Colby

Markiplier

CoryXKenshin

EddieVR

JuicyFruitSnacks

JoshDub

Mully

YourNarrator

Streamers:

Quackity

Jschlatt

Sapnap

KarlJacobs

Slimecicle

Foolishgamers

Horror Characters:

Slashers:

Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Creepypastas:

Ticci Toby

Masky

Hoodie

Eyeless Jack

Homicidal Liu

Jeff The Killer

Ben Drowned

Laughing Jack

My Do's And Don'ts:

Do's:

Kinks

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Headcanons

Oneshots

Don'ts:

Spam me

Piss, Scat, Throw up, Vore.

Do NOT request any pedophilia or r@pe.

OKAY so now that you guys know everything, basically, you can request it because i honestly can't think of anything on my own. ALSO i am looking to do commissions, if you are interested then please let me know <33 Smoke your pervy little hearts out <33

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Team 8

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𓆃 Kiba

Kiba Inuzuka Relationship Headcanons

Kiba x CatUser!Reader Headcanons

Cycle (Kiba x Sibling!Reader) Platonic Oneshot

𓆃 Shino

Shino Relationship Headcanons

Shino Relationship Headcanons II

Shino Relationship Headcanons III

Shino Relationship Headcanons- Meeting Shibi

Shino x Akatsuki!Reader Enemies to Lovers Headcanons

Birdbrain Ficlet Series (Shino x hothead!Bird-user!Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Bravo (Shino x Reader) Oneshot

Honey Stand Part I Part II Part III Part IV Finale?

Honey Cakes (Honey Stand Sequel) Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V

Oblivious (Shino x Reader) Oneshot RQ

Good Morning (Shino x Reader) Oneshot RQ

Bottomless Salad (Shino x Reader) Oneshot RQ

Aburames Don’t Get Sick (Shino x Reader) Oneshot RQ

Foil (Shino x Akatsuki!Reader)

Greenhouse (Shino x Reader)

Group Project (Kisame x Reader x Shino x Temari)

Guard Dog (Shino x Injured!Reader) Oneshot

Show and Tell (Kid!Shino x Kid!Reader) Oneshot

Exposure Therapy (Shino x Reader) Oneshot

The Aburames (Shino x Reader) Oneshot

Night Owl (Shino x Reader) Oneshot

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