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Title: I Wanna Do Bad Things With You
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kiba/Hinata
Author's Note: written for the anonymous kink meme.
Summary: Kiba knows Hinata better than anyone would believe.
Kiba knows Hinata better than anyone would believe. Better than even Hinata knows.
When she tossed and turned on one of Team 8's missions, finally slipping away as if she was just going to go relieve herself discreetly, he was the only one who knew she came back with the scent of herself all over her hands.
He knew when that wasn't enough, when her own hands weren't satisfying her.
Three nights in a row she returned to the camp smelling of dissatisfaction and her own pussy.
The fourth, he followed her.
Her bloodline limit was activated but she still jumped a bit when he stepped out from behind the trees next to her.
"K-Kiba!" she squeaked. He could practically feel the heat of her blush, even though her hands were clasped decoriciously behind her.
He reached for her wrist, pulled her hand to her face. He nuzzled her palm, inhaled, already hard and aching.
"Let me help," he said. He meant to sound suave but sounded more like he was pleading. "I- I could... please."
Hinata jerked her hand out of his grip, pressed her fingers nerviously together.
She stayed that way for an eternity, until Kiba's shoulders slumped. He suddenly realized that Hinata was likely to never, ever look him in the face again.
Hinata took a deep breath and Kiba braced himself for her rejection.
He was beyond shocked when her hands went to the zipper of her pants. The tearing sound as metal teeth pulled apart were impossibly loud. He could smell her even better now, Hinata and sweat and lust - Kiba honestly didn't remember the details after that point. His dick was in his hand and Hinata was on the ground and he'd shoved himself into her, fast, over and over again while she put her fingers over his mouth and told him to be quiet, please be quiet, please, please, please.
He lasted a shamefully short time but when he'd licked their combined fluids off Hinata's thighs, it was clear that she wasn't unsatisfied anymore.
Kiba wanted her again - he wanted her three minutes after he'd had her - but the next day they were back in Konoha and he really didn't know how to tell your teammate that the sex had been great, if short, and how about they gave it another try? He promised to last longer this time.
He was working up to it, though, because jerking off to thoughts of Hinata - well, he came, but it was nothing like coming in Hinata, feeling her clench around him, smelling his sweat on her skin and feeling her juices slick around his cock.
Everytime he tried to tell Hinata that, he ended up choking and mumbling and ended up asking her stupid questions like did she think it was going to rain and what street was Ichiraku Ramen on again?
Kiba was growing desperate.
That was around the time Hinata's dickheaded father announced that she would be marrying her cousin.
Her fucking cousin!
Kiba could have handled it, really he could have, except that Hinata started coming to training session smelling of her own dissatisfaction again, only it was worse, because now she had the scent of that frigid prick all over her and - no. It was- just no.
So, sure, it might be wrong to fuck another man's financée but when Hinata asked with eyes lowered if she could walk him home, he knew what she was asking.
He knew he was going to say yes, too.
Kiba waited until they were half way between the training grounds and his house before he wrapped his hand around Hinata's wrist and stepped off the path, tugging her behind him.
As Kiba pushed her against a tree, their hands fumbling to push pants down, he reminded himself to be better this time; suave, in control, with unquestionable stamina.
He closed his eyes to concentrate, which might have been a mistake; all it did was focus his attention on how good Hinata smelled, sweat from training and lust and the scent of sap from the tree at her back.
He rocked into, nice and slow, with an easy rythm that he could keep up forever if he had too. Which worked for a few minutes until Hinata was shifting restlessly against him, unhappy.
Kiba surpressed a surge of panic.
"What?" he breathed into her ear. "Tell me what you want, please."
"I... if you wouldn't mind... that is, before.... I l-liked it when you were more, um... when, um....."
Kiba licked the curve of her ear.
"I gotcha," he said, withdrawing. He yanked her pants further down, until they were firmly around her ankles, half-hobbling her, and then he pushed her to her hands and knees.
Hinata breath was coming quick, strands of hair clinging to the side of her face when she turned her head to look at him curiously.
"Oh, just like that," he said, gripping her hip and shoving himself inside, fast. This time he slid in as smooth as butter, Hinata's pussy so wet just the sound of flesh on flesh had his balls tightening. "Fuck. You look just like you do in my head, when I'm jerking off."
Hinata made a little squeaky sound of embarrassment, ducked her head down even as she arched her back to take him deeper. Kiba speed up, fingers gripping her hips with bruising force, each hard thrust rocking her forward. He licked the sweat of her spine, told her how good she tasted, how she smelled like fucking, how he was going keep to pounding her until she hurried the fuck up and came.
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kiba/Hinata
Author's Note: written for the anonymous kink meme.
Summary: Kiba knows Hinata better than anyone would believe.
Kiba knows Hinata better than anyone would believe. Better than even Hinata knows.
When she tossed and turned on one of Team 8's missions, finally slipping away as if she was just going to go relieve herself discreetly, he was the only one who knew she came back with the scent of herself all over her hands.
He knew when that wasn't enough, when her own hands weren't satisfying her.
Three nights in a row she returned to the camp smelling of dissatisfaction and her own pussy.
The fourth, he followed her.
Her bloodline limit was activated but she still jumped a bit when he stepped out from behind the trees next to her.
"K-Kiba!" she squeaked. He could practically feel the heat of her blush, even though her hands were clasped decoriciously behind her.
He reached for her wrist, pulled her hand to her face. He nuzzled her palm, inhaled, already hard and aching.
"Let me help," he said. He meant to sound suave but sounded more like he was pleading. "I- I could... please."
Hinata jerked her hand out of his grip, pressed her fingers nerviously together.
She stayed that way for an eternity, until Kiba's shoulders slumped. He suddenly realized that Hinata was likely to never, ever look him in the face again.
Hinata took a deep breath and Kiba braced himself for her rejection.
He was beyond shocked when her hands went to the zipper of her pants. The tearing sound as metal teeth pulled apart were impossibly loud. He could smell her even better now, Hinata and sweat and lust - Kiba honestly didn't remember the details after that point. His dick was in his hand and Hinata was on the ground and he'd shoved himself into her, fast, over and over again while she put her fingers over his mouth and told him to be quiet, please be quiet, please, please, please.
He lasted a shamefully short time but when he'd licked their combined fluids off Hinata's thighs, it was clear that she wasn't unsatisfied anymore.
Kiba wanted her again - he wanted her three minutes after he'd had her - but the next day they were back in Konoha and he really didn't know how to tell your teammate that the sex had been great, if short, and how about they gave it another try? He promised to last longer this time.
He was working up to it, though, because jerking off to thoughts of Hinata - well, he came, but it was nothing like coming in Hinata, feeling her clench around him, smelling his sweat on her skin and feeling her juices slick around his cock.
Everytime he tried to tell Hinata that, he ended up choking and mumbling and ended up asking her stupid questions like did she think it was going to rain and what street was Ichiraku Ramen on again?
Kiba was growing desperate.
That was around the time Hinata's dickheaded father announced that she would be marrying her cousin.
Her fucking cousin!
Kiba could have handled it, really he could have, except that Hinata started coming to training session smelling of her own dissatisfaction again, only it was worse, because now she had the scent of that frigid prick all over her and - no. It was- just no.
So, sure, it might be wrong to fuck another man's financée but when Hinata asked with eyes lowered if she could walk him home, he knew what she was asking.
He knew he was going to say yes, too.
Kiba waited until they were half way between the training grounds and his house before he wrapped his hand around Hinata's wrist and stepped off the path, tugging her behind him.
As Kiba pushed her against a tree, their hands fumbling to push pants down, he reminded himself to be better this time; suave, in control, with unquestionable stamina.
He closed his eyes to concentrate, which might have been a mistake; all it did was focus his attention on how good Hinata smelled, sweat from training and lust and the scent of sap from the tree at her back.
He rocked into, nice and slow, with an easy rythm that he could keep up forever if he had too. Which worked for a few minutes until Hinata was shifting restlessly against him, unhappy.
Kiba surpressed a surge of panic.
"What?" he breathed into her ear. "Tell me what you want, please."
"I... if you wouldn't mind... that is, before.... I l-liked it when you were more, um... when, um....."
Kiba licked the curve of her ear.
"I gotcha," he said, withdrawing. He yanked her pants further down, until they were firmly around her ankles, half-hobbling her, and then he pushed her to her hands and knees.
Hinata breath was coming quick, strands of hair clinging to the side of her face when she turned her head to look at him curiously.
"Oh, just like that," he said, gripping her hip and shoving himself inside, fast. This time he slid in as smooth as butter, Hinata's pussy so wet just the sound of flesh on flesh had his balls tightening. "Fuck. You look just like you do in my head, when I'm jerking off."
Hinata made a little squeaky sound of embarrassment, ducked her head down even as she arched her back to take him deeper. Kiba speed up, fingers gripping her hips with bruising force, each hard thrust rocking her forward. He licked the sweat of her spine, told her how good she tasted, how she smelled like fucking, how he was going keep to pounding her until she hurried the fuck up and came.
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