⚠️ 18+ content ⚠️ Kiba x Reader
TW: This one shot will contain the following: Degrading; praising; slight bondage; and explicit content (including language and sex). Please be advised. If you wish to continue: enjoy 😏
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"Please, Kiba?" The woman asked on the other end of the line, "You know Naruto would love it."
He hated that she was right. "Do you really think it's a good idea?"
Sighing, she admitted, "No," Kiba knew there was more, "but he loves big parties and being the center of attention. So let's do it. You're the only one I can trust to do this. He'd know something was up if I tried to get him to go."
Kiba knew his best friend would get a kick out of it. That wasn't the problem. The problem was Kiba didn't want to go. And that she would be there.
Giving in, Kiba said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Why not?" Even though the male couldn't see her, she shrugged, "all you men will have a blast."
"Maybe most of them will," Kiba said without thinking.
"What does that mean?" She asked curiously.
Frowning, Kiba ran a hand through his hair, "If it's what you want to do, then I'll do it. You set it up, and I'll get your brother there."
"You're the best, Kiba," she sounded so happy to Kiba that he didn't even care about what was going to happen at the party.
Resigned to his fate, Kiba replied, "Anything for you, Y/n."
"Thanks, Kib," she was beaming, "I'll make some calls and get everything set up. Then I'll forward you all the info."
Kiba was not looking forward to the evening she was planning. With all the men that were going to be there. The fact that she was going to stay for at least part of the night. But, Kiba would do whatever he could to make the woman smile.
Running a hand through his hair, Kiba said, "Let me know if you need anything, okay?"
"Okay," she chirped happily, "Night, Kib."
"Night, babe," Kiba responded without thinking. Then, sensing his mistake, he quickly hung up the phone. Cursing to himself, Kiba tucked his phone into his pocket before collapsing on the couch.
Y/n stared at the phone in her hand. She was baffled. Kiba never called Y/n anything but Y/n, little Uzumaki, or pipsqueak. Ignoring the warming sensation settling in her chest, Y/n began planning her brother's party.
The few days flew by faster than Kiba would've liked. The only upside was often he spoke with Y/n. They never mentioned the slip up from the other night, but Kiba didn't care. Texting off and on throughout the day felt natural to them both. And the occasional phone call made both of them smile.
The day before the big night, Kiba stood on his best friend's front porch. Knocking, he turned around to watch the apartment complex's parking lot. When he heard the door open, he turned around to see a brilliant smile.
"Oh," she beamed, "Kiba," she stood taller, "what brings you by?"
Collecting himself, Kiba snapped his eyes up, "I was coming by to invite Naruto out tomorrow." He wanted to keep the facade up in case Naruto was close by.
Damn his luck. Y/n was visiting her brother. Of course, she would be. It was his actual birthday today. On top of that, she was dressed in pair of skinny jeans, the legs cut up and her tender flesh exposed from her shins to her thighs. She had a tank top on, white. Over that, she had on a red sweatshirt that was cut off just below her breasts.
Her h/c hair was down. Kiba longed to run his fingers through it as she snuggled against his chest. And those lips. He's dreamt of what they would feel like against his. As she looked at him, the soft pink pout made him putty in her hands.
"We were going to watch a movie and order some take-out," she stepped back, "want to stay for a bit?" Y/n worried that she sounded too hopeful for his company.
Kiba thought over the best way to approach staying. Or not staying. Staying meant he was tempting fate; and sin. Not staying sounded boring.
Moving past Y/n, he gave her his toothy grin, "I'm starving." He kept his answer simple.
As Kiba walked to the living room, Y/n closed the door and squealed on the inside. Y/n followed after Kiba to find him settled on the left side of the sofa, while Naruto was on the right. Leaving her no choice but to sit in the middle. Or on the floor.
Biting her lip as she rounded the couch, Y/n sat on the floor close to Kiba. Then, leaning back, she asked, "What do you want for dinner, Naru?"
"Ramen," he announced eagerly.
"Surprise," Kiba chuckled.
Pulling her phone from her pocket, Y/n said, "I shouldn't have expected anything different."
Kiba watched as Y/n typed away on her phone. Naruto picked up the remote while his friend stared at Y/n. "Now to pick a movie."
"What do you want, Kib?" Y/n asked as she looked over her shoulder at him.
While Kiba held her stare, she leaned to the side a bit and put her hand on the ground beside his foot. Next, she shifted, making her shoulder hit his leg.
"Miso pork," Kiba said as he watched Y/n's tongue swipe her bottom lip.
Expecting her to move once she was focused back on her phone, Kiba smirked when she remained leaning on him.
"Same as usual, Naru?" She asked her brother.
"Yep," he didn't even look at her as he answered.
While Y/n continued the order, Kiba was thinking. Y/n had the bubbliness that Naruto had, but it was different. Naruto loved talking and loved being the center of attention. With Y/n, she was quiet unless she knew you. Even then, she was sometimes rather laidback.
She was a few years younger than Naruto and his friends. It was always interesting to see her hanging around when they went to Naruto's house growing up. Kiba had always wondered about Y/n over the last five years or so. She had just turned twenty-two, and they were celebrating Naruto's twenty-fifth.
Kiba figured she was seventeen the first time he noticed she was a woman and not a girl. The poor girl was fawning over Itachi of all people. There was a pool party at the Uchiha house. She was in a bikini, black. Kiba remembers how nervous she looked when she shrugged her robe off. Itachi paid her no mind.
But someone did. Fucking Sasuke.
Forgetting the past, Kiba focused on the now. Y/n was still pressed against him as she watched the TV. Naruto was laughing his ass off at some joke that Kiba didn't hear.
"Hey," Y/n's soft voice broke Kiba from his thoughts, "do you want a beer?" She stood up, letting Kiba see her perfect ass.
"Sure," Naruto answered.
Kiba smiled, "You old enough for a beer, pipsqueak?" Without looking back, Y/n lifted her hand and gave Kiba the finger. "When and where?" Kiba called after her.
"Huh?" Naruto asked as he looked around.
Shaking her head, Y/n handed her brother a beer, "Nothing."
Holding Kiba's beer out to him, Y/n gazed into his eyes as he took it from her. The stare they shared was longer than needed. Kiba's fingers brushed Y/n's as he took the can from her. Had they both always been so blatant with their flirting?
"Thanks," Kiba said as he cleared his throat.
Pulling her hand away, Y/n replied, "Sure."
This time, Y/n settled into the cushion between her brother and Kiba. Y/n hated the feeling that coursed through her as she sat there. She felt like she was betraying her brother. Kiba was one of his best friends. Yet, here she sat, thinking about kissing the Inuzuka. Let's not talk about the other thoughts that raced through her mind.
Y/n thought her shoulders might sag in relief when the doorbell rang as Naruto jumped from the couch. Kiba took the opportunity to shift his position. Throwing an arm over the back of the sofa, his finger brushed Y/n's neck. Turning her head, Y/n nibbled the inside of her cheek.
Kiba was dressed in jeans that stretched over his thighs. Those thighs were thick and powerful, and Y/n wanted to know what it felt like as he used them to slam into her. His plaid button-down was different shades of red as if they were meant to be. Since he had the sleeves rolled, she could see the tattoos on his left arm.
Kiba lifted his beer in his left hand. Y/n watched his arm flex before her eyes darted to his lips. She imagined that his lips were like his hands: rough. But against her skin, they'd be like silk.
"Are you getting any more tattoos?" Y/n wasn't sure if she asked the question aloud or in her head.
Swallowing quickly, Kiba lowered his arm, "Yea," she hated how his lips moved into a smirk, "thinking about getting something on my shoulder that goes onto my chest. Wanna watch?"
Air rushed from Y/n's lungs. Sure, she's seen Kiba without a shirt on. But why turn down the chance to see it again. "Yea." She barely managed.
"FOODS HERE!" Naruto crushed the moment.
Y/n slid from the couch and back into the floor as she scooted towards the coffee table. Naruto set the bags down before ripping one open. As Y/n and Naruto unloaded the bags, Kiba sat beside Y/n. The table was small, but they could manage to sit at it with one on each side.
The three ate as they chatted about everyday things. Naruto's work at the Mayor's office was going well. He was getting his foot in the door to start his political career like their father. Kiba's job training dogs was always busy. And Y/n was going to college part-time while helping Kushina run the family restaurant.
"Oh, Naruto," Kiba chimed, "the guys are taking you out tomorrow night."
"Where?" Y/n wasn't sure Naruto even stopped chewing to ask the question.
Kiba cut his eyes to Y/n before saying, "It's a surprise."
The cheeky grin that broke across Naruto's face made Y/n smile. That was all Kiba ever wanted. Happiness in her eyes and a smile on her face.
"You coming, sis?" Naruto asked.
Nodding, she said, "Why not?" Kiba's foot tapped her thigh, and she cut her eyes at him. "I brought a change of clothes since I'm staying the night."
Knowing it was pointless to fight with the h/c, Kiba said, "I'll pick you up at seven."
Eagerness filled Y/n for some reason. She had it set in her head that something extraordinary would happen. Naruto was even more energized as they finished dinner. On the other hand, Kiba's mood had soured. He was hoping that Y/n would change her mind.
The trio finished eating before settling back on the couch. Naruto had disappeared to use the bathroom, leaving Kiba and Y/n alone. Y/n moved to lay with her head on the arm of the sofa, settling her feet into Kiba's lap.
Turning his head, Kiba asked, "Can I help you?"
The things Y/n wanted to say lingered on her tongue. "Your lap looked comfortable." She said lazily as she stared at the TV.
"You could always put your head in my lap," Kiba let his mouth say the words before his mind could process them.
Kiba watched as Y/n slowly turned her head towards him. Something swirled in those e/c eyes of hers. Moving with purpose, Y/n sat up. Then, she did as Kiba teased. On her back, Y/n let her feet hang over the couch while her head was on Kiba's thigh.
Kiba looked down at Y/n and gave her a smug look, "Better?"
"I've had better," they were both toeing a dangerous line tonight.
"Hey," Naruto's voice cut in before Kiba could retort. "Where am I supposed to sit?"
Focusing on the TV, Y/n said, "Sit in the chair," grinning to herself, she added, "Kiba said he'd braid my hair."
Naruto grumbled as Kiba gaped at Y/n. She was testing his patience. Rather than braiding her hair, Kiba did allow his fingers to tease her tresses. He'd thread his fingers into it every now and then, giving it a gentle tug. Y/n was biting her lip every time. On more than one occasion, Y/n wiggled her hips in agitation- and more.
Once pleased with his torment, Kiba moved on. He would absentmindedly brush his hand over Y/n's hair from time to time. Y/n found her eyes growing heavy as she lay in Kiba's lap. Naruto was none the wiser about his sister's wants or his friend's desires.
"Y/n," someone whispered her name softly. "Sweetheart," that name was strange, but it felt right, "I'm going to carry you to bed."
Y/n only nodded as she hummed an answer. Kiba smiled as he scooped Y/n up. Naruto was passed out in the chair. Kiba had fallen asleep as well but knew he should leave when he woke up. Walking down the hall, Kiba looked down at Y/n. She was just so damn perfect to him.
Easing Y/n into the bed, he gave into temptation and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth. Brushing his thumb over her cheek, he left as soundless as possible. Kiba didn't know that Y/n felt every touch he gave her.
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The next night came too quickly for Kiba. He was standing on the doorstep of Naruto's home anxiously. Naruto was out the door and yelling for shotgun while Y/n was finishing up. Kiba stepped inside the house to call out to her, but he stopped when Y/n left the spare bedroom.
"You're wearing that?" The words flew from Kiba's mouth quickly and somewhat severely. He didn't even try to apologize.
While Y/n wasn't sure it was disgust that fueled Kiba, she didn't think it was lust either. "Do my clothes bother you? Or is it just my presence as a whole?" She snapped in return as she closed the door.
Maybe he deserved the comeback.
"Has your brother seen you in that?" Kiba asked as she approached him. She held her heels in her hand.
Y/n stopped before Kiba with a look on her face he's never seen before. The things he wanted to say to her would probably piss her off. The things he wanted to do to her would likely make her fear him.
"You think I care what Naruto says about what I'm wearing?" Y/n put a hand on Kiba's shoulder, lifting her foot behind her to put a shoe on. "The dress isn't for Naruto, honey," she switched shoulders and feet, "so don't worry about him."
When Y/n pulled her hand away, Kiba gripped it tightly. As Y/n gasped, Kiba snarled, "I think you should change," he grit his teeth, "sweetheart."
With a challenging sparkle in her eyes, Y/n yanked her hand away. This was going to be a fun night for both of them. Y/n headed for the door, and Kiba followed. Picking up her wristlet, Y/n walked to Kiba's car. In disbelief, Kiba continued out the door before locking it.
All Kiba could think about as he drove was Y/n's dress. As she walked out of her bedroom, he was greeted with legs. He followed them from her painted toes and all the way up. The dress was much shorter than he would ever want to see her in: in public. Not only was it short, it hardly covered anything.
Kiba didn't think it was a dress. It looked like a cross between a flapper-style dress and a showgirl. Somehow it was sexy, classy, and slutty, all tied into one.
The beaded design hung over her body like she was a goddess. The sides were hollowed, showing even more skin than Kiba liked. The pattern was intricate, but nothing too detailed. The dip of her breast wasn't too noticeable, one saving grace of the garment. The back was high, so maybe it wasn't so bad. But as Kiba has watched Y/n move to slide into his car, her perfect ass was on display due to the dress barely covering her perfect body.
Parking the car, Kiba braced himself for Naruto's excitement. Naruto burst from the car's passenger side as his sister opened her door.
"No way!" The blonde exclaimed, "wait," he pointed his look at his sister as he closed the door, "with you here?"
Grinning, Y/n closed her door and bounced to Kiba, "I'll only stay a couple of hours."
"This was your idea," Naruto asked as he approached them, "wasn't it?"
"Yep," she gave her signature smile as she tilted her head innocently.
Naruto looked away, "No wonder you're dressed like that."
Sticking out her tongue at Naruto, she took hold of Kiba's hand, "Come on, you two!"
Nearly groaning, Kiba let the gorgeous woman drag him along. Naruto needed no further motivation to go inside the establishment. At the entrance, the doorman waited for the trio to reach him. He was tall and broad, the perfect image of a brute. Y/n gave the man her name. He nodded before pushing the door open.
The hallway was dimly lit as they entered. Y/n let go of Kiba's hand, making him frown slightly. The walls were lined in a paisley pattern, shiny and smooth. The deep reds are outlined in black.
"Evening," a woman greeted them, "may I have your name?" She was beautiful. Blonde hair elegantly braided atop her head. Eyes bright green that shined with joy.
"Uzumaki," Y/n offered.
Behind the woman, there were two different paths. They were both roped off, one red and one black. The velvet ropes held the mystery of what lay beyond.
The shift in the expression on the woman's face made Y/n's heart beat faster. "Welcome," she reached for the black rope, "I hope all of you enjoy your evening in the lounge we have reserved for you. Second door on your right. Ring the bell if you need anything."
Walking by the blonde, Kiba leaned forward to whisper, "How much did this cost, babe?" Kiba slipped again, but Y/n didn't even bat an eye.
"Don't worry, Kib," she turned her head, not realizing Kiba hadn't pulled away. Her eyes glanced to his lips, "I saved money just for this. Naruto's never one to spoil himself."
"Must run in the family," Kiba mumbled as he pulled away.
Naruto pushed his way through the two. He opened the door and entered the VIP room while Y/n stopped short. Kiba came to a haunt as Y/n turned.
"What does that mean?" She asked as she looked up at Kiba.
When Kiba shrugged, Y/n took in his appearance. Dark wash jeans hugged his thighs. Again, his shirt was plaid, how Y/n liked it; this time, it was grey, white, and black. They almost matched.
Strange emotions swirled, wishing Kiba's gaze as he answered, "You never put yourself first." He told her bluntly. "You're always worried about what everyone else wants. I've never seen you stop. You never take care of yourself. I wish you knew how important you are."
When Kiba's mini-speech was complete, they were both stunned. Y/n's mouth was slightly agape as she listened to his words. Kiba wasn't sure why he let the words flow without hesitation. Maybe it was time he told her how he felt. That was a start, right?
"Well," Y/n said, hanging her head, "I'm not really sure what to say to that, Kiba." She lifted her head, "Let's forget about it for tonight, okay?" She tried to smile. Kiba could see that it didn't reach her eyes, though.
"Okay," Kiba offered the same tight smile before gesturing for her to enter the VIP room.
Turning, Y/n's face fell. Kiba's words stung. They made her sound selfless and selfish all at once. Kiba fought away the need to slap himself in the face for what he had done. He could see the change in Y/n as the words flowed from his mouth. He was a damned idiot.
Naruto was scanning the small bar that sat to the left of the room when they entered. Kiba took in the room while Y/n went to Naruto. Everything was dark yet vibrant. All reds and blacks. Velvets. Velour. Silk. Satin. Leather. It was the definition of sexy in the form of fabrics.
Past the bar was a private bathroom. Kiba didn't want to think of what happened in that bathroom. Two chairs sat before a small stage beyond the bathroom. The front of the room was open to the main stage. You could see across the stage into the general population of the club. A couch sat back from the entertainment, allowing you to get a full view. Then there was a couch on the right side of the room, allowing those to sit back from the action. Chairs were scattered around the room as well.
Eager for a drink, Naruto waited for their private bartender to arrive. Y/n eyed the menu while Kiba slid in beside her. She smelled fucking fantastic. Kiba gave in and took a deep breath as he leaned closer. Y/n felt the heat as he pressed his chest to her shoulder. It was heaven for a split second.
"Hinata will kill you if she finds out," the voice made the three turn their heads, "I doubt anyone will remember tonight, though."
Naruto pushed from the bar, "I'm surprised you made it, dumbass!"
Sasuke rolled his eyes, "Whatever," he grumbled as Naruto gave him a quick hug. "Your sister threatened to chop my dick off if I didn't show."
A laugh followed Sasuke's words, making Y/n look towards the door. "I wasn't given the same threat," Itachi smirked, "I was asked nicely."
Kiba's frown shifted into a scowl as he watched Y/n stand straighter. "Oh, come on, Sasuke," she cocked a hip, "we all know I had to cover for you so Sakura wouldn't find you here."
Itachi kept his stride until he stood before Y/n, "Luckily, I don't have a leash."
"That can change," Kiba could not believe Y/n was flirting with the older Uchiha.
"SIS!" Naruto shouted.
Leaning to peer around Itachi, Y/n asked, "What?" Then, she laughed, "It was a joke."
When Y/n straightened, she caught Itachi's eyes roaming her figure. "Lovely dress, babydoll."
Y/n's fingers traced the collar of the beading, "Bought it just for tonight." She said proudly. "Now, I need a drink to forget how much all of this cost me."
"Moscow Mule, right?" Kiba asked from behind Y/n.
Itachi's face fell when he noticed how close Kiba was standing beside Y/n.
Y/n turned her head, smiling lightly, "Yes." She wondered how he remembered, and she hardly went out with the men alone.
Kiba reached over and pressed the button that sat on the bar top. As Naruto and Sasuke were talking, Itachi waited with Kiba and Y/n. Y/n stood between the two brooding males as they failed at trying to relax. When the door opened, a man walked in dressed in black slacks and a dress shirt. As he made his way to the bar, Y/n spotted more guests entering.
Naruto shouted, "Bushy brow!" Y/n shook her head at the man's nickname. While fitting, it still sounded wrong. "Is Neji coming?" Naruto asked as he approached his friend.
"Yes!" Lee always matched Naruto's enthusiasm. "He was parking when I walked in. Saw Shikamaru's car too."
"What would the lady like?" The bartender's voice caught Y/n's attention.
"Moscow Mule," Itachi smirked. "I'll have the same."
Kiba grit his teeth. "Beer," he managed.
"Coming right up," the man was slightly taller than Kiba as Y/n watched him work.
His hair was white, obviously dyed since he was likely in his mid-twenties. He spoke with a slight accent, meaning he wasn't from Konoha. His eyes were strange, obviously wearing contacts since they had a purple tint. Y/n found it hard to look away from his eyes.
Chewing her lip, Y/n watched his fingers work as they wrapped around the neck of the bottle. He caught Y/n's eyes for a moment. He held her stare as he gripped the shaker. Then, effortlessly, he poured the contents into two glasses. Sitting one before Itachi, he took the second glass into his hand.
Placing the drink before Y/n, he asked, "What's your name, beautiful?"
"Y/n," she smiled as she took the glass, "Yours?"
"Suigetsu," he drew out. He pulled a beer bottle from the cooler in front of him without looking away. Sitting it down, he asked, "You here alone?"
The man had balls. She stood between two fairly intimidating men, and he still asked the question.
"I am," she nodded before taking a sip of her drink. "My brother's birthday party." She tilted her head towards Naruto and Lee.
Suigetsu hummed, "Will you be staying late?"
Sitting her glass down, her finger traced the rim, "I hadn't planned on watching the dogs drool all night."
Itachi was taking a sip when Y/n spoke, and he nearly choked on his drink. Kiba snickered beside her while Suigetsu smirked.
"Maybe you'll change your mind," Suigetsu winked.
Taking her drink, Y/n took a step back, "Maybe." She echoed.
Both males followed Y/n from the bar. Itachi took note of Kiba's closeness to Y/n again as they walked to the couch against the wall. Y/n took a seat at the end of the sofa, furthest from the stage. Kiba was quick to swing himself down beside her. Itachi gave a sharp glare before settling on the opposite end of the couch.
"What made you pick this place?" Itachi asked Y/n.
Shifting her legs, Y/n's knee caught the side of Kiba's thigh. She sat with her knees together, feet crossed at the ankle. Her wristlet was in her lap, one hand holding it. She had her drink in her other hand.
"Actually," she took a look around, "Sakura told me about it." Then, she let out a laugh at Itachi's expression. "Apparently, Ino and Sai come here a lot. Ino's been trying to get the girls to come out for a while now. Sakura doesn't know we're here, but I knew this was the place when she said something to me a couple of weeks ago."
While Itachi and Y/n chatted, Kiba kept his eyes watching the room. Shikamaru entered, and Neji and Shino entered the room. The men went to the bar, Itachi standing to order a second drink for himself. Kiba remained seated, wanting to stay close to Y/n.
When Kiba took a sip from his beer, Y/n watched as he slightly tilted his head. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. His forearm flexed, just barely, as he moved his arm back down. He settled the beer between his slightly parted legs. Kiba felt Y/n's eyes on him.
"If you don't want to stay," Kiba turned his head to her, "we can leave whenever you'd like."
Reading into the words more than she should, Y/n asked, "Why do you not want me here?" She pushed him further, "You don't want me to see that you're as much of a pig as the rest of the men in this room?"
"I'd hope you think a little more of me than that, sweetheart," Y/n saw Kiba's eyes dilate for a moment. "You're being quite the brat tonight."
Kiba noted how Y/n tried to hide the jolt of her body at his words. "A brat?" She threw back. "You have no idea how much of a brat I can be, honey." She gave me a sweet smile.
"Does this mean I'll get my own private show tonight?" Delight sparkled in Kiba's stare.
Y/n waved around the room, laughing out loud, "I think you all get a private showing tonight, Kiba."
Lifting his arm, Kiba draped it over the couch behind Y/n. He leaned closer, his breath tickling her neck, "You want to dance for me, sweetheart?"
YES.
When Kiba pulled away, he did so slowly. "Now, now, Kiba," Y/n's lip quirked, "I'd hate to make everyone else jealous. Or make you uncomfortable."
"Don't think I can handle it?" Kiba was sitting straight, though his arm remained behind Y/n.
Shrugging, Y/n lifted her glass to her lips, "We'll see." She said around the rim.
"Here, babydoll," Itachi's hand appeared before Y/n, another glass in hand.
"Thank you," she said sweetly, accepting the drink.
The lights dimmed before the music began to play. Leaning back, Y/n watched the males in the room. This was always the best part of being the only woman at a strip club. Learning what men want. Watching them twist with discomfort. Watching them fight their desires. It fueled Y/n for some reason.
Kiba's fingers played with the fringe on the sleeve of Y/n's dress. Itachi kept glancing over to Y/n as he watched the main stage. Two women came out: one brunette and one redhead. Naruto made some sort of noise of happiness while he plopped onto the couch in the middle of the room. Everyone else settled into a seat somewhere in the room.
Keeping pretty silent, Y/n kept her eyes moving. The men and the subtle shift in their demeanor. The women as they danced, enticing the men with bodies they'd never have. The women had all the control when they were on that stage. The power was theirs for the taking.
When the song changed, the two women moved to the smaller stage that sat in the VIP room. "Fuck yeah," Y/n heard Sasuke say.
Kiba's eyes were glossy. He was spacing out as he thought about Y/n and how she would move on the stage. The way her hips would sway. How her hair would swish as she turned around. Her hands as they caressed her skin.
When Y/n stood, Kiba was broken from his trance. His eyes followed her to the bar. He kept his focus on her as she flirted with the bartender again. She threw her head back, laughing a moment before his hand settled on top of hers.
"If you're not going to keep that piece of shit away from her," Kiba didn't notice that Itachi had stood, "then I will."
Not liking his words, Kiba stood as well. He wasn't fast enough, though. Itachi approached Y/n from behind. His hands captured her waist before he leaned into her. Itachi pressed closer, whispering something in Y/n's ear. When Itachi moved back, Y/n followed him back to the couch.
Taking the spot beside Kiba again, Y/n looked to Itachi, "Jealous, Itachi?"
"A worthless man shouldn't be able to put his hands on you," he was serious.
Unsure if she should be flattered or upset, Y/n took a sip. Finished, she said, "He was just trying to earn his tip, Tachi. My name is on the reservation. I'm the only woman here."
"He's right, though," Kiba interjected. "But that means no man here deserves to touch you."
The jab was apparent. Itachi sat straight, "The fuck does that mean, asshole?"
Kiba turned to Itachi, "Exactly what it sounds like, fuckface."
Y/n forgot Kiba and Itachi didn't care for one another. Chugging her third drink, Y/n tuned out the arguing males. She headed back for the bar, the night already calling for a shot of tequila. Suigetsu offered all the right words, but Y/n wasn't in the mood. The tequila burned all the way down before Y/n sucked on the lime in her hand.
Fingers, too soft to be any man she knew in the room, traced her spine. "Hey, sexy," the soft voice whispered, "wanna dance?"
Looking to see who was talking to her, Y/n wasn't surprised to see one of the dancers. She was curvy, built similarly to Y/n. The black skirt was plaid with red, not covering her ass. Black cheeky panties were beneath it. The bra was black, and the fabric on her breasts was the same as the skirt. Her blonde hair was to her shoulders, mused and messy.
"Names Candy," she pushed Y/n's hair from her shoulder, "what's yours, baby?"
Cutting her eyes over, she noticed Kiba and Itachi were still arguing. "Y/n," she said, looking at Candy, "I'd love to dance with you."
Candy shook her head, "Oh no, baby," she took Y/n's hand, "the stage is all yours."
Y/n's eyes widened before she let the adrenaline take over. The alcohol might have a lot to do with it, but she didn't fight Candy as she led her to the small stage. Shikamaru, Sasuke, and Neji were sitting around the mini platform. The three males exchanged a look for a moment before giving in to temptation.
Naruto was too focused on the blue-haired woman that was in his lap to notice his sister. Kiba noticed. Itachi too. Moving quickly, they both made their way to her. Kiba wanted to rip her off the stage and storm out of there. Teach her a lesson. Itachi wanted to watch. And touch. And then take her home.
Her body moved on its own as she listened to the music. She closed her eyes, hips swaying. Her hands hiked the skirt of her dress up, just enough to make the men try and peek. Kiba was fighting the urge to yank her down.
After what seemed like an eternity, a hoot from Sasuke caught Naruto's attention. "OI!" Naruto moved so fast that the woman in his lap nearly fell to the floor. "Get down from there!" He shouted to his sister. "KIBA!"
Out of all the men there, Naruto would trust Kiba to take care of Y/n. While he trusted all of them, he trusted Kiba the most.
Moving into action, Kiba walked to the stage. Y/n yelped when Kiba wrapped an arm around her thighs, lifting her over his shoulder. Y/n kicked her feet as she started cursing at Kiba.
Turning, he found Naruto standing there, "Take her home," Naruto directed, "I'll ride with Neji to Hinata's house."
"The hell!" Y/n shouted, "Put me down, dammit! Naruto! I was only dancing!" She kept yelling.
"I don't want to see that, Sis!" Naruto countered as Kiba opened the door.
"Fucking asshole," Y/n huffed. "You can put me down now, Kiba."
"Nope." Was all he said.
Sighing, she said, "My purse."
"Mean this one?" Kiba held his arm back slightly, "Grabbed it when I walked to the stage. Figured I'd get you down from there somehow."
Going limp, Y/n let go of the fight. "Fucking bullshit. I'm allowed to have fun too."
Kiba walked down the hallway towards the door. The hostess gave Kiba a strange look as she stepped aside after moving the rope. When Kiba pushed open the door, the doorman arched a brow but didn't ask questions.
Once moving towards the car, Kiba finally addressed Y/n's words. "Have fun?" Kiba echoed, "You were dancing in a room full of drunk and horny men, sweetheart. That's not the kind of thing you should be doing. Not unless you want someone to take advantage of you."
A gasp left Y/n before she could reply. She was dropped to her feet and pressed against the side of Kiba's car. Blinking, Y/n lifted her head to peer into Kiba's hungry eyes.
"Maybe I do want someone to take advantage of me," while her words were breathless, the terms still sent a delighted chill over Kiba.
She was stuck. Her curves pushed against the rugged plains of Kiba's body. Her e/c eyes traced the stubble of his jaw before she watched it clench. Y/n sucked in a breath when she felt Kiba's hands slide up her thighs.
"Really now?" Kiba's fingers traced the bottom of the dress. His breath fanned over her neck as he leaned in. "Did you want the bartender to bend you over and fuck you?" Y/n nearly whimpered as she shook her head. "Or Itachi to lift you up and pound into you against the wall?" Another pitiful noise left her. "Now, I know you didn't want Lee-"
"You," she exclaimed. Kiba moved away slowly. When his gaze was level with hers, Y/n whispered, "I want you to do all those things."
There was a darkness in his eyes that made Y/n swallow thickly. "All you have to do is beg, sweetheart."
When Kiba moved this time, it was to eat the words Y/n was going to reply with a bruising kiss. Instead, he was unrelenting as he fisted her hair. The soft moans were muffled as Kiba devoured her. He'd make sure she never thought of another man touching her again. He'd label her body with every mark possible so everyone would know. Y/n was Kiba's. No one else's.
The passenger door opened while Kiba continued to ravage her. When Kiba broke away, Y/n let out a whine. "Get in," was all Kiba said.
Following his words, Y/n slid into the seat. As Kiba walked to the driver's side, he shifted his desire with a grunt. He wanted to fuck her there in the parking lot, but he had a better idea.
Taking her clutch from Kiba's hand, Y/n sat it in her lap. She was anxious. And speechless. Y/n wasn't sure what she was going to do. Or what Kiba was going to do. Her mind was dancing, and she knew the alcohol was to blame. But she wanted it. She wanted Kiba. She was alive on the inside.
When Kiba was on the road, he cut his eyes over, "Show me that you want me, sweetheart."
"What?" Her voice was far too high-pitched. She cleared her throat, "What?" She asked again.
Chuckling, Kiba reached over and tossed her purse to the floorboard. "Show me you want me," his hand slid up her thigh, "show me how wet you are already. How much your pussy wants me inside of you."
Excitement stirred all around Y/n. She's never heard Kiba talk that way. She's never listened to any man talk that way. Not to her, at least. Sure, in porn, or maybe a book she's read- but dear heavens did she like it. She was wet before Kiba said a single word after that kiss. Now, her thighs were slick.
Kiba's hand was still on Y/n's thigh as she spread her legs wider. "That's it, sweetheart." He praised her.
Lifting her ass off the seat, Y/n moved her dress up to settle over her hips. She was nearly panting as her fingers moved to the waist of her panties. Then, pushing them down, she chewed her lip and watched Kiba's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.
"Give 'em to me," Kiba directed, "I want to know what you smell like."
Heat covered Y/n's entire body as she reached her hand out to Kiba. He took her hand into his before holding the fabric to his nose. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, relishing the moment. How was something so dirty an absolute turn-on?
"Fuck," Y/n whispered.
Releasing her hand, Kiba said, "You have no idea." Y/n's eyes dipped to Kiba's crotch as she bit her lip. "You have to earn that, baby girl." Then, when Kiba saw her nod from his peripheral, he told her, "make yourself cum for me. I want you all over my seat. Knowing someone else is sitting where you came for me will always make me hard instantly."
When Y/n finally broke her eyes away from Kiba's profile, she took notice that they were headed to his house. One hand on either thigh, Y/n squeezed them anxiously, "Kiba," she nearly moaned, "I-"
"Don't be shy now, Y/n," Kiba's tone was taunting, "you wanted to give all of those men a show, right? So now I get a private show, just for me. Now put those dainty little fingers of yours inside that tight cunt."
For fucks sake.
"KIBA!" She snapped her head in his direction. "Where in the hell is this coming from?"
Pulling the car into the driveway, Kiba put it in park. Left hand on the wheel, Kiba turned his body towards Y/n. His right hand slipped into her hair, yanking her head back. A mixture of a whimper and moan fell from her lips.
Kiba moved his body. His free hand settled on Y/n's knee, fingers squeezing slightly. "Where?" He rasped. "You've always been a huge flirt. Trying to get someone's attention. Trying to keep up with the women your brother grew up with." His fingers dance up her leg, "I've been wanting to fuck some sense into you for years. This is your only chance to tell me no, Y/n. Otherwise," his fingers brushed the tender flesh of her thigh just before her mound, "I'll be making sure you can't walk in the morning."
"Is that a promise, Kiba?" The desire in her eyes held a fire that was defiance. She wasn't fighting him, she was challenging him.
Tightening his hold on her hair, Kiba cupped her mound, "You're asking for trouble," he rubbed a lazy circle around it, "I'll be sure to give it to you."
Then he was gone. Y/n couldn't move. Kiba walked around the car and opened her door. When Y/n turned to step out, Kiba stopped her. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said as he knelt down on the pavement, "you're not leaving the car yet."
"Huh?" She asked.
"Are you going to be a good girl and do as I asked?" Kiba pushed her knees open, "or am I going to have to do it myself?"
Stunned, Y/n sat frozen. Shaking his head as if disappointed, Kiba bent forward. Screeching, Y/n gripped the seat as Kiba pulled her hips towards him. Her ass was at the edge of the seat while Kiba's hot mouth wrapped around her clit. The leather squished under her hands as she writhed under his touch.
Kneading her thigh, Kiba used it to distract her as his fingers slipped into her slit. Kiba moaned heavily, humming against her nub, finding her slick with need. He was going to enjoy this night more than he had ever dreamt. When Y/n began to pant, Kiba slowed his movements. Hearing the objection, Kiba stopped completely.
Sitting back on his haunches, Kiba smirked, "You have to earn that, baby girl." Y/n's mouth fell open, "Do you want to earn it?"
"I want you to fuck me, Kiba," the words were rushed as she looked at his glistening mouth. "Please, Kib, I want you inside of me." The new found confidence made Y/n nearly pale.
Standing, Kiba held out his hand. Y/n placed her hand in his. As she stood, she rushed to pull her skirt down. Then, closing the door behind her, Y/n let Kiba lead her to his house. They were silent as Kiba opened the door. Once it was closed, Y/n retrieved her hand.
Kiba turned, wondering what Y/n was doing. When he found her reaching for the zipper of her dress, he stopped her. "I don't think so, sweetheart." He snatched her hands away. "I said you have to earn it."
Releasing her hands, Kiba walked to his bedroom. Y/n had been in Kiba's house before. She slept in his bed when he was the gentleman and took the couch. That man had left the universe. The man that was now waiting in the doorway of his room was feral. And it made Y/n feel alive.
Timidly, Y/n followed after Kiba. She watched as he pulled his shirt off, the snaps popping as he tugged on it. Next came his undershirt, him pulling it over his head. His back rippled, and Y/n watched the ink come to life. Kiba flinched slightly when he felt her fingers tracing the tattoo.
"I've always wanted to trace your tattoos," her voice was hushed, "and kiss them."
Kiba turned around, "Save the gentle for later, sweetheart," Kiba took hold of her hand before kissing her wrist, "right now is about teaching you a lesson."
"You're punishing me," it was more of a realization than a question.
Nodding, Kiba let his teeth graze the inside of her wrist before he murmured, "I am." He bit down, extracting a gasp from Y/n. "Now strip for me."
The way he let go of her made Y/n feel cold. She WANTED to earn his affection. What the fuck was wrong with her? She didn't particularly care at the moment. All she cared about right now was having Kiba buried inside of her. She would do anything to feel all of him.
Kiba sat at the foot of his bed as he pulled his belt from the loops of his jeans. He set it down beside him on the bed. The thoughts that raced in Y/n's mind were continuous. She wanted to feel the leather wrapped around her skin as Kiba slammed into her.
Spinning slowly, Y/n gave Kiba her back. She reached behind her, fingers gripping the zipper. Pulling it down, she looked over her shoulder at Kiba. He unhooked the button of his jeans before pulling his zipper down. She found the head of his cock slip free, no other fabric keeping it confined.
Focusing on the open door before her, Y/n shrugged a shoulder free. The second shoulder was exposed, and she shimmed the glittering fabric down her body. Kiba watched like a predator waiting to pounce. He was eager for her, but he wanted to enjoy every second. Every inch. Every taste. Every kiss.
Before Y/n could turn, Kiba's hands met her waist. She heard the throaty growl as his chest vibrated against her naked back. "Your skin is begging to be painted, Y/n. I want your flesh to scream that I've been there. I want those mongrels to know who you belong to."
Hands rough from years of work caressed her skin. One slid up while the other made its way down her body. Wrapping around her throat, Kiba gave a gentle squeeze the exact moment his fingers brushed the apex of her legs. Y/n was nearly shaking with anticipation. A breathy moan escaped her when Kiba pressed his body against her entirely. She felt his thick erection on her skin; he had finished stripping while she had.
The strokes were agonizingly slow. Kiba gave a quick constriction around Y/n's throat with every swipe of his fingers. "K-Kib," Y/n moaned.
Kiba hummed, "That's it, my little slut. Let it all go. I want to be able to lick your thighs clean."
The moment Kiba felt Y/n's hand wrap around his forearm, he bit down on her shoulder. A scream rippled through the room as Y/n reached her first high of the night. After that, Kiba was relentless in his ministrations, dragging the orgasm out as long as he could.
"That's it, sweetheart," he whispered before kissing the flesh where his teeth had marred her. "Now lay down."
The way he detached himself from her made Y/n stumble. Y/n's throat went dry when she turned around. Kiba was standing beside the bed, waiting for her to follow his direction. She chanced a look down, Kiba lazily stroking his hardened desire. Taking slow steps, Y/n couldn't help but chew at her lip as she felt the slickness coating her thighs.
As Y/n sat down, Kiba moved to grip her hands. Kiba began to wrap his belt around Y/n's wrists. All Y/n could do was watch. It's all she wanted to do. Of course, that was not the truth at all: she wanted to feel him. She wanted to do a lot of things. But she also wanted to do what Kiba desired.
"Does it hurt?" Sure, there was concern there, sure, but Y/n took a guess he wanted it to hurt a little.
Cutting her eyes up, she said, "A little," she laid back, hands above her head, "but I like it."
Smirking, Kiba knelt, "Of course you do." When his hands met her knees, he pushed them wide, "now let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart."
True to his word, Kiba's mouth began to make its way up Y/n's thighs. Teeth and tongue ghosted over her supple flesh. Y/n wiggled her hips anxiously as Kiba's hands kept her pinned to the bed. His grip was bruising, and so was his bite, but she didn't complain. She'd wear his mark proudly.
Kiba's hands slid from her hip to hold her legs. He pushed them upward, lifting her knees off the bed. Y/n yelped in surprise as Kiba's tongue lapped at her dripping folds.
"Fucking drenched," he mumbled against her clit, "I could drink you in all night, and you'd still be wet for me."
"Yes!" She shouted louder than expected. "Y-yes," it came out as a stutter this time.
Chuckling, Kiba began to suckle her clit. The end was near, this time far stronger than the first one. Kiba wouldn't let go, though. Y/n writhed beneath him as words slurred from her parted lips. Her bound hands reached for Kiba. Dropping one of her legs, he held her fisted hands. His eyes watched as she fought desperately to throw him off of her.
Overstimulation was something Kiba had wanted to do to Y/n for quite some time. So why not throw all of his dirty secrets her way in one night? That way, heaven forbid this was the only night they had together; he would be able to experience everything with her.
"KIBA!" She came undone.
Pulling away, Kiba kept his eyes honed in on her chest. Her bosom heaved as she tried to catch her breath. No rest for the wicked or weary. Kiba hauled Y/n up by her bound hands. Once standing, Kiba pressed his mouth to hers. Her tied hands lifted over his head to settle on his shoulders. Kiba gripped her thighs before hoisting her up. They both moaned into the deepening kiss at the feel of his cock pressing to her wet core.
Breaking the kiss, Kiba's lips traced Y/n's jaw, "Kiba," her tone was pleading.
"Do you think you've earned it?" Kiba mumbled into her neck before dragging his teeth along her jugular. Y/n nodded. "Not yet," Kiba chuckled as she let out a whine again. "You're like a bitch in heat, aren't you, sweetheart?"
There was no chance for Y/n to retort as Kiba bit down again. Something between a scream and moan echoed in the room. Y/n wiggled her hips, making Kiba's grip tighten. A delightful idea came to his mind as he helped her hands from around his neck. Kiba lowered her feet to the ground before gently pushing her to her knees.
"I know you know what to do, Y/n," she was torn between gaping up at him in shock and bending to his will immediately.
She bent.
As Kiba held his length, Y/n opened her mouth, waiting eagerly for it to be filled with him. The low groan leaving Kiba only fueled Y/n even more. She would do anything this man asked of her. Begging? Done. Pleading? Done. Stripping? Done. Masturbate in front of him? Done. Suck his cock until his seed was filling her belly? Done.
Anything.
More. Kiba wanted more. His fingers threaded into her h/c tresses. He controlled her movements as he clenched his teeth. There she was, on her knees, eyes pleading with him to take her. He wants to rip her to shreds, then piece her back together. Only to destroy her again. Over and over. For all eternity.
"Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?" Y/n blinked. "My dick inside of you." There was a vibration against him as she tried to hum a reply. "Keep taking it, baby girl. That's it."
Unsure of any repercussions that may follow, Y/n let her finger loose before she brushed them over her swollen bud. It was awkward with her hands tied, but she needed to feel something pressed to her clit. When Kiba saw her eyes flutter closed, he knew what she was doing.
"You think you deserve to cum again?" Kiba yanked on her hair, "Then you'll open those pretty eyes of yours." When she complied, he continued. "And that filthy little mouth of yours will make me cum first, understand?"
With the best attempt at a nod she could offer, Y/n continued stroking herself while Kiba led the tempo of her mouth. Y/n was too eager. She had to slow her pace, or else she would reach her end before Kiba. He could see it in her eyes too.
"Are you sure you're ready for the punishment that comes with that, Y/n?" She wasn't sure. But she was going to find out.
When the muffled scream wrapped around Kiba's cock, he came undone. She was only seconds ahead of him, but she still didn't follow instructions. Y/n gagged before she tried to swallow Kiba's sweet seed. Sitting back on her haunches, Y/n gasped for air as Kiba smirked down at her.
Kiba tsked, "Look at the mess you made," Y/n's thighs held a familiar sheen again. She even had a few drops fall to the floor. "Guess I'll have to clean you up again."
Could she take anymore? She would have to.
Without words, Kiba brought Y/n to her feet. She was guided to turn around, then kneel before the bed. Kiba bent her over the plush mattress a moment before a slap bounced off the walls.
"Naughty girls need to be spanked, Y/n," she might die. "And you've been naughty for years."
"Y-ears," she squeaked out. "I've been fingering myself to the thought of you since I knew what sex was."
That brought pause to Kiba's hand, if only for a moment. "Is that so?" Oh, she loved the way he sounded right now. "Then why did I hear about you and Sasuke one summer?" *SMACK* "Or you and Shikamaru?" *SMACK*
Neither of those was a lie. She lost her virginity to Sasuke. Something she will admit that she regrets. The sex with Shikamaru was pretty fantastic, if she was being honest. She doubted she should tell Kiba that, though.
"You never paid me any attention," she jerked with the slap that followed her words.
Two fingers were thrust into her slit. "Is this the kind of attention you wanted, Y/n?" He teased her entrance before slamming his fingers back into her. "Finger fucking you as you're bent over my bed? My dick buried inside your cunt as you scream my name?" Every question was highlighted with a thrust.
"Oh, fuck!" She squirmed, "Yes, please. FUCK!" She gasped when she felt his tongue swirl her anus.
Kiba wasn't sure what sound left Y/n as he began to pump in and out of her pussy. His tongue continued to play with her ass while she rocked her hips in sync with him. She was melting. There would be nothing left of Y/n but a messy puddle.
Feeling her walls clench around his fingers, Kiba buried them as deeply as possible. They were trying to milk him of his seed, though they would do that soon enough when he came inside her. Moving away from her, Kiba watched her once again.
Slick with sweat, Y/n rolled onto her back. She held her hands out to Kiba, "Please." Was all she asked.
Walking to the side of the bed, Kiba laid down. "Ride me, Y/n. Then I'll set you free."
She didn't have to be told twice. Hand on Kiba's chest, Y/n moved her legs to straddle him. Kiba took hold of her waist, guiding her to his stiff shaft. They were both aching with a need they'd never felt before. Kiba tended to be too rough for women. Y/n was too kinky for the men she'd been with. They were the perfect match.
"AHHH!" Y/n threw her head back and let the scream go. Kiba slammed her down without warning. Looking down at Kiba, she groaned, "Fuck, Kib. You're fucking perfect. Everything. All of you. All of this."
Y/n began to move, Kiba's hands still on her waist, "We'll see how you feel in the morning, sweetheart."
Challenge was written all over her face, "Honey," Y/n smirked, "I'll watch the sunrise as you fuck me on the window seat in the living room."
That was it. That was when Kiba knew that Y/n was the one meant for him. She could match him, step for step. She could handle him, every part of him. The darkest secrets he never shared she would devour and keep hidden.
Kiba didn't need to give her any instructions now. She knew what she wanted, and Kiba would let her take it. He would feed into her addiction as she did his. Laying his hands above his head, Kiba watched her fuck herself on his cock. This was perfection.
"I'm going to drink your cum when you're finished riding my dick," Y/n smiled at his words. "You want to sit on my face, baby girl?"
"Yea," she said breathlessly.
Reaching for her, Kiba pulled Y/n's hands free. Next, he held her tightly against his body, one arm around her waist as he bucked into her. Finally, he shifted them slightly, moving her so he could wrap his lips around her hard nipple.
Y/n's finger's found Kiba's mused hair, and she tugged at it hungrily. The second Kiba felt her begin to tremble, he moved. Y/n was off his hips and on his face faster than she could comprehend. Her body quaked with a heaviness she'd never felt before.
The satisfied hum left Kiba as he drank her just as he promised. Kiba shifted them again, laying Y/n onto her back as he sat up. For a moment, he only stared at her. His hands ran over her skin in praise as he watched her fall from the peak.
"My perfect little slut," Y/n's face went red with embarrassment. Kiba chuckled, "I love it, sweetheart, don't worry. We'll keep going on one condition."
"Yes?" She whispered into the night.
Y/n held her breath as Kiba teased her entrance with his fingers again. Finally, he pushed them in slowly as he said, "You tell me that this pussy belongs to me," Y/n's eyes closed as Kiba stroked her clit, "and only me. You're mine, Y/n. No one else's."
Opening her eyes, Y/n said, "It's all I ever wanted, Kiba."
A sound of approval left Kiba as he continued to please her. "That's good to hear, baby girl." Y/n bit down on her lip. "Now cum for me again. I want to watch this time."
Arching her back, Y/n let all inhibitions go. She always held back in bed. She was always afraid of being judged. A couple of years ago, she had a one-night stand because the man was shocked at how forward and free Y/n was with her sexuality. Kiba was the only man that could handle Y/n. And that was perfectly fine with both of them.
Another scream ripped through Y/n as she moved her hips in rhythm with Kiba. His eyes never left the apex of her legs as they moved. He did just as he said he would. He watched as her desire drenched his fingers and seeped from her slit.
Pulling his fingers from her, Kiba licked them clean. Then, taking hold of both of her hands, Kiba lifted Y/n to sitting. Understanding what he wanted, Y/n straddled him again. They moaned in unison as Y/n lowered herself onto Kiba's cock. Kiba's arms wrapped around Y/n as he took control.
Letting go of Y/n, he let her fall back to the bed. His thrusts were slow and deep in this position. He watched as her breasts bounced with each stroke. When Kiba stilled, Y/n waited eagerly for him to move them as he wished. Kiba sheathed himself to the hilt, lifting Y/n's knees nearly to her shoulders. It was like heaven on earth.
"Keep going," Y/n implored, "I want to cum again."
There was a throaty sound of agreement as Kiba was unforgiving with his thrusts. Moans. Screams. Slurs. Curses. Everything fell from Y/n's lips as Kiba pounded into her.
Sensing she was coming down again, Kiba pulled out to roll her onto her stomach. Y/n nearly came undone when he slammed back into her without warning. Kiba laced their fingers together, keeping her hands pinned to the bed.
"KIBA!" She screamed.
"Fuck, sweetheart," Kiba panted, "I think you've ruined me." He felt Y/n try to laugh. "Let me ruin you too, Y/n."
"YES!" She shouted.
Kiba pressed his full weight to Y/n before slipping a hand beneath her. He gripped her breast as he continued to fuck her. His other hand pulled her hair, allowing him to bite down on her shoulder a third time. He was close. She was close. This was the end. This was the moment he had dreamt of.
The world titled as they both let go. The scream that bubbled through Y/n matched the heavy groan that left Kiba. Then, with a few sloppy thrusts for good measure, Kiba stilled. Tender kisses were dotted across Y/n's back as Kiba brushed her hair from her back. Y/n sighed in contentment as she found herself fighting tears away.
Kiba's lips brushed Y/n's ear, "I love you, sweetheart."
Awkwardly, Y/n looked back at Kiba, "We'll, I'd hope so, asshole." Kiba laughed as Y/n smiled. "I love you too, Kiba."
Kissing her cheek, Kiba pulled away. Y/n clamped her thighs together. "I'll get you a towel," he smirked, "then water before round two."
"Round two?!" Y/n shrieked as Kiba walked to his bathroom. "That was like seven rounds." She grumbled.
Not knowing Kiba was there, Y/n yelped when Kiba slapped her ass. "Come on, sweetheart," she turned to look at Kiba. She took the damp towel as he said, "remember," she gulped as she watched Kiba's eyes rake over her figure, "this is punishment."
