#naruto ff

Your heart is pounding so hard, you’re sure you would be able to see an imprint in your chest. The blood is rushing in your ears, and it’s all you can hear as you sprint through the trees. Your lungs are burning, your legs feel as if they’ll give out at any moment.

But you can’t stop. Run. Just run. Run and run and run and don’t stop.

You’re quickly losing ground, but you’re exhausted. You’ve been sprinting for so long but quickly beginning to tire.

Him, on the other hand? He hasn’t faltered even a little. And now he’s closing in on you.

Because he can hear you, smell you. Fuck, he can practically taste you on his tongue already, and he’s straining in his pants just thinking about it. You can only run so far for so long, but he’s going to catch you sooner or later.

He could do this all night.

Hell, he almost prefers to. It’s half the fun, watching you scramble and sweat and panic as you try to get away, try to postpone the inevitable.

Because that’s really all you can do, postpone it. Because sooner or later, he’s going to find you. He’s going to get you. Sooner, rather than later. Because you make the mistake of looking back, glancing over your shoulder to see how close he is, and this moment when you let down your guard, you trip over a tree root protruding from the ground.

With a small shriek, you’re sent tumbling, hitting the ground hard as you scrape your arms, knees, and hands. That moment of you on the floor is all that Kiba needs to close the distance between the two of you. He’s on you in a second. He could stand over you menacingly, taunt and tease that you’re finally his, but it’s really not Kiba’s style.

He’s the predator, and you’re his pray, and he’s going to devour you whole.

Kiba leaps on you, pinning your hands over you head as he looms over you, a sharp grin playing on his lips. “Caught ya,” he taunts, staring down at you. Your hands are held down, his legs are on top of yours. You’re immoble, caged under his body, and no matter how you squirm or thrash, it’s of no use. Kiba took a deep breath through his nose, inhaling your scent. “You’re wet,” he tells you, his eyes dark, pupils blown out. “You’re just begging for me to ravish you, huh?”

His words send you into a panic, and you renew your thrashing, trying your best to jerk from his grip, but he’s too strong. He only needs one hand to keep your pinned above your head as he grinds himself against you. You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, and the size of makes you go cold. “Feel that, sweetheart?” He leans down, whispering in your ear. “You feel how hard you make me? God, I love when they run…”

His free hands trails down your chest, pressing over your breasts. It continue to move downward, over your stomach until it’s cupping your clothed sex. He can feel the heat radiating from you, and it makes him groan. “You want this, don’t you?” he jeers. Without another though, he shoves his hand in your pants, under your panties as he worms his fingers into your cunt. He’s right; you’re so turned on it almost hurts. You try to cross your legs, but his weight is still bearing down on you. “I don’t even need to prep you,” Kiba sneers and just as quickly, he’s yanking his fingers from you and shoving your bottoms down below your butt. Wait, he’s going to do this right here? Take you on the forest floor like an animal? He could at least give you the dignity of dragging you back to his bed. “N-no, Kiba, please–”

Before you can continue begging, he’s smashing his lips onto yours, all tongue and clashing teeth. It’s sloppy and rough, and your lips are quickly bruised by the kiss. He’s nipping roughly at your bottom lip, and you can feel the way his canines pierce it. While he has you distracted by the messy make out session, he’s able to shove down his own pants, exposing his hard length to the air, and he hisses before rubbing it against your slit. Your eyes, which seemed to have closed on their own, snap open in a panic. “Kiba, please!” You can feel the fat head as he teasingly rubs it through your folds. “Imma take you right here on the ground like the dirty animal you are,” he mumbled in your ear before dragging his lips down your neck. He begins to suck at your neck harshly, and you know immediately there will be a bruise. But it feels so good, and you can’t help but moan. He takes this moment to press himself inside of you quickly, and in a moment, half of him is inside of you, stretching your walls. He groans in pleasure as you hiss, your head dropping back against the ground.

The way it burns is delicious. “There she is…” Kiba grins, and he begins a hard assault on your cunt as he thrusts himself harshly the rest of the way in. “Fuck, you feel so good.” It takes almost no time at all for Kiba to get a fierce rhythm, your sopping cunt making it all too easy for him to slide in and out of you. “God, you feel so good,” he groans when he unlatches from your neck. “You’re squeezing me so good… So wet for me… You liked it, didn’t you baby? Running from me, being chased, hunted down like an animal?” He punctuates the sentence with a rough thrust. “You wanted me to catch you, didn’t you? Wanted me to ravish you just… like… this…” Each word has him hitting harder and deeper inside of you, and you cry out desperately each time. It all is quickly becoming too much for you. You can feel the knot begin to build in your stomach. There are tears in your eyes. It’s too much. It’s too good.” “Tell me. Tell me how you wanted me to catch you, how you wanted me to fuck you sensless.” Kiba takes your leg, hooking it over his shoulder and you’re absolutely defenseless. “I wanted this!” You scream. Your hands are free now, gripped desperately in Kiba’s hair as you search for some purchase.

His fat cock is relentless, pressing against your g spot with every thrust. “F-fuck. I wanted you to catch me, Kiba. I wanted you to fuck me into the ground! Please!” He can feel the way your cunt is fluttering around him, clenching desperately and he knows you’re close. “That’s it, baby. Cum. Cum around my cock.” He sinks his canine’s into your neck, drawing blood, and it sends you over the edge. You cum hard, clenching around his cock just like he told you to, and it sends stars across your vision. “That’s it…” Kiba coos, much softer now. He keeps pounding into you, riding you through your orgasm until he feels himself getting close. “Fuck, baby. Gonna cum… Gonna paint your face with my seed. You want that?” He pulls from your neck to look at your fucked out expression and he grins. “Yeah… Yeah you do…” He pulls out of you, kneels so his length is hanging over your face.

He fists his cock furiously, and it only takes few pumps until he’s cumming, globs of his white seed landing on your forehead, cheeks, over your eyelids. He keeps pumping, prolonging his orgasm and making sure every drop landed on your face. When he’d pumped himself dry, Kiba fell back on his ass, panting in exhaustion and pleasure. “You prick,” you scolded your boyfriend with half hearted annoyance. “That definitely wasn’t part of the roleplay!

Kiba snickered, reaching to his pocket to grab the wet wipes he’d brought with him. “You didn’t say I couldn’t come on your face,” he reminded you innocently. “I did warn you, and you didn’t say the safe word.”

Gently, Kiba wiped the white cum from your face until it was clean. “I should’ve just made you walk back home with it on.” He snickered.

You sat up, flicking his nose. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that?” You asked him, rolling your eyes. “So, was it all you dreamed of?”

Your heart is pounding so hard, you’re sure you would be able to see an imprint in your chest. The blood is rushing in your ears, and it’s all you can hear as you sprint through the trees. Your lungs are burning, your legs feel as if they’ll give out at any moment.

But you can’t stop. Run. Just run. Run and run and run and don’t stop.

You’re quickly losing ground, but you’re exhausted. You’ve been sprinting for so long but quickly beginning to tire.

Him, on the other hand? He hasn’t faltered even a little. And now he’s closing in on you.

Because he can hear you, smell you. Fuck, he can practically taste you on his tongue already, and he’s straining in his pants just thinking about it. You can only run so far for so long, but he’s going to catch you sooner or later.

He could do this all night.

Hell, he almost prefers to. It’s half the fun, watching you scramble and sweat and panic as you try to get away, try to postpone the inevitable.

Because that’s really all you can do, postpone it. Because sooner or later, he’s going to find you. He’s going to get you. Sooner, rather than later. Because you make the mistake of looking back, glancing over your shoulder to see how close he is, and this moment when you let down your guard, you trip over a tree root protruding from the ground.

With a small shriek, you’re sent tumbling, hitting the ground hard as you scrape your arms, knees, and hands. That moment of you on the floor is all that Kiba needs to close the distance between the two of you. He’s on you in a second. He could stand over you menacingly, taunt and tease that you’re finally his, but it’s really not Kiba’s style.

He’s the predator, and you’re his pray, and he’s going to devour you whole.

Kiba leaps on you, pinning your hands over you head as he looms over you, a sharp grin playing on his lips. “Caught ya,” he taunts, staring down at you. Your hands are held down, his legs are on top of yours. You’re immoble, caged under his body, and no matter how you squirm or thrash, it’s of no use. Kiba took a deep breath through his nose, inhaling your scent. “You’re wet,” he tells you, his eyes dark, pupils blown out. “You’re just begging for me to ravish you, huh?”

His words send you into a panic, and you renew your thrashing, trying your best to jerk from his grip, but he’s too strong. He only needs one hand to keep your pinned above your head as he grinds himself against you. You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, and the size of makes you go cold. “Feel that, sweetheart?” He leans down, whispering in your ear. “You feel how hard you make me? God, I love when they run…”

His free hands trails down your chest, pressing over your breasts. It continue to move downward, over your stomach until it’s cupping your clothed sex. He can feel the heat radiating from you, and it makes him groan. “You want this, don’t you?” he jeers. Without another though, he shoves his hand in your pants, under your panties as he worms his fingers into your cunt. He’s right; you’re so turned on it almost hurts. You try to cross your legs, but his weight is still bearing down on you. “I don’t even need to prep you,” Kiba sneers and just as quickly, he’s yanking his fingers from you and shoving your bottoms down below your butt. Wait, he’s going to do this right here? Take you on the forest floor like an animal? He could at least give you the dignity of dragging you back to his bed. “N-no, Kiba, please–”

Before you can continue begging, he’s smashing his lips onto yours, all tongue and clashing teeth. It’s sloppy and rough, and your lips are quickly bruised by the kiss. He’s nipping roughly at your bottom lip, and you can feel the way his canines pierce it. While he has you distracted by the messy make out session, he’s able to shove down his own pants, exposing his hard length to the air, and he hisses before rubbing it against your slit. Your eyes, which seemed to have closed on their own, snap open in a panic. “Kiba, please!” You can feel the fat head as he teasingly rubs it through your folds. “Imma take you right here on the ground like the dirty animal you are,” he mumbled in your ear before dragging his lips down your neck. He begins to suck at your neck harshly, and you know immediately there will be a bruise. But it feels so good, and you can’t help but moan. He takes this moment to press himself inside of you quickly, and in a moment, half of him is inside of you, stretching your walls. He groans in pleasure as you hiss, your head dropping back against the ground.

The way it burns is delicious. “There she is…” Kiba grins, and he begins a hard assault on your cunt as he thrusts himself harshly the rest of the way in. “Fuck, you feel so good.” It takes almost no time at all for Kiba to get a fierce rhythm, your sopping cunt making it all too easy for him to slide in and out of you. “God, you feel so good,” he groans when he unlatches from your neck. “You’re squeezing me so good… So wet for me… You liked it, didn’t you baby? Running from me, being chased, hunted down like an animal?” He punctuates the sentence with a rough thrust. “You wanted me to catch you, didn’t you? Wanted me to ravish you just… like… this…” Each word has him hitting harder and deeper inside of you, and you cry out desperately each time. It all is quickly becoming too much for you. You can feel the knot begin to build in your stomach. There are tears in your eyes. It’s too much. It’s too good.” “Tell me. Tell me how you wanted me to catch you, how you wanted me to fuck you sensless.” Kiba takes your leg, hooking it over his shoulder and you’re absolutely defenseless. “I wanted this!” You scream. Your hands are free now, gripped desperately in Kiba’s hair as you search for some purchase.

His fat cock is relentless, pressing against your g spot with every thrust. “F-fuck. I wanted you to catch me, Kiba. I wanted you to fuck me into the ground! Please!” He can feel the way your cunt is fluttering around him, clenching desperately and he knows you’re close. “That’s it, baby. Cum. Cum around my cock.” He sinks his canine’s into your neck, drawing blood, and it sends you over the edge. You cum hard, clenching around his cock just like he told you to, and it sends stars across your vision. “That’s it…” Kiba coos, much softer now. He keeps pounding into you, riding you through your orgasm until he feels himself getting close. “Fuck, baby. Gonna cum… Gonna paint your face with my seed. You want that?” He pulls from your neck to look at your fucked out expression and he grins. “Yeah… Yeah you do…” He pulls out of you, kneels so his length is hanging over your face.

He fists his cock furiously, and it only takes few pumps until he’s cumming, globs of his white seed landing on your forehead, cheeks, over your eyelids. He keeps pumping, prolonging his orgasm and making sure every drop landed on your face. When he’d pumped himself dry, Kiba fell back on his ass, panting in exhaustion and pleasure. “You prick,” you scolded your boyfriend with half hearted annoyance. “That definitely wasn’t part of the roleplay!

Kiba snickered, reaching to his pocket to grab the wet wipes he’d brought with him. “You didn’t say I couldn’t come on your face,” he reminded you innocently. “I did warn you, and you didn’t say the safe word.”

Gently, Kiba wiped the white cum from your face until it was clean. “I should’ve just made you walk back home with it on.” He snickered.

You sat up, flicking his nose. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that?” You asked him, rolling your eyes. “So, was it all you dreamed of?”