Kiba- Tooth

"What?" you asked snarling at the trash bag shoved into your face.

"Ugh, you're playing arn't you?" Ino wined holding the black bag up higher.

"With a trash bag? No." You answered in your sarcastic way, knowing full well what she wanted. With a joking smile in her direction you put your hand in. After an agonizing wait on the part of Ino, as you rifled through, your hand finally reappeared. Ino let out a yelp of shock.

"What the hell is that!" She stepped back just as you dropped it on the floor, startled by her reaction. The tooth bounced on the ground, disappearing under the nearby couch. You made a face at where it had vanished and stuck your tong out with a cringe. "Who put a nasty tooth in the bag!"

The boys laughed and girls looked discussed. Ino cut her eyes at who stood up.

"Calm down. It's Akamaru's, he lost it on the way here. That was all I had to put in."

You both made an "ewww" sound that Ino fallowed up with "Kiba, that's fucking nasty."

"Shut the hell up Ino. You're mouth is more dirty then Akamaru's is." You laughed. Kiba winked at you. " -chan, I guess you got me?" He looked overly happy, allowing his eyes to trail over your flushing cheeks. Your smile dropped but your friend's voices rose with whoops and hollers. Kiba extended a greedy hand that grasped yours with a strong grip. He pulled gently towards the closet, but you pulled back. Kiba's eyes widened as he took in the stone glare you gave him but he quickly gave you a look of his own. "Come on, I'll let you touch first."

Before you knew it the closet door was slammed behind you. You cursed under your breath then laughed at your own defeat. "Oh and-chan? We changed it from seven to thirty. I knew you wouldn't mind." Ino yelled from behind the door. You swallowed, "Holy crap. A half hour with dog boy?' the thought made your stomach flip. Quickly you collected yourself and stood, feeling uncomfortable in the dark.

"I forgot how fast you could be." You mumbled backing up, hoping to find a wall. Instead you backed right into two arms that hugged you tightly, bringing you into Kiba's chest.

"I can go much faster, if you like it like that." He whispered, sending hot air down your neck. You quickly ripped away, turning to face him.

"Oh you gosh Kiba, your such an ass."

"Gee, thanks." He laughed. You could tell he was coming closer.

"What do you think you're going to do?" you spat, pushing on his chest to keep some amount of distance. He took you by your wrists and laughed.

"Well, I was planning on a kiss."

You rolled your eyes "No."

"Oh come on, can I just kiss you once?" he cooed, doing a good job begging. "You're so beautiful -chan."

You scoffed "Yea right you pervert."

"Oh," Kiba was already falling into a mocking tone "Is that a stutter I heard?"

"What, no way!"

"Can I at least get a hug, just to feel your soft skin?" he took a step closer and you let out a shaky laugh. There was a wave of excitement that was running through you, but you forced yourself to play it cool. Truthfully if Kiba hadn't been holding your wrists your hands would be shaking. Your feet were becoming cold and felt heavy; all your blood felt like it was running to the ground.

"No Kiba." It was just a whisper, your confidence gone. His face was so close that you feared he could feel the pulse in your wrists increasing. He had noticed these things long ago. Kiba's warm hands traveled up your arms, leaving you with goose bumps. His hands were so large they covered your entire arm, but they traveled farther. Up, over your shoulder, skipping your neck to cup both your cheeks.

"Can I kiss you now, please?" You didn't answer, not that he was waiting for a response. Kiba's lips brushed against your own for only a second before he pressed them together gently. Your eyes were bursting open the whole time unsure of what to do, but when Kiba finally pulled away your whole head fallowed in an attempt to stay together. He laughed, a bit shocked himself at your action. His hands left your face. "That was better than expected." You kept quiet. Kiba attempted to back away, not wanting to push his bounds but you reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt. You stepped into him, winding your arms around his waist. Even from outside the shirt you could feel the hard lines of his muscular chest and stomach. You rested your forehead against him looking down onto the darkness of the floor.

"How much time do we have left?" you whispered away from him.

Kiba was still for a moment before his hands rested on your back. "Twenty five minutes, give or take." He sounded hopeful, though his mind was buzzing with what to do next. He didn't think he would get this far, what would you want next, what would be too much? He didn't want to go too far, but he didn't want to leave with nothing done and this to be an unmemorable or, even worse, regretful experience for you. No, not when he had finally gotten you, finally gotten to hold the girl whose simple presence was nothing he had ever experienced before. Just looking at you brought so many twists and tumbles inside him, and, though he thought them sometimes wrong, thoughts he couldn't shrug off. When Kiba had told you that you were beautiful even then he thought he had made a mistake, because it was true to him. Now what was he going to do? His heart sped up and he tightened his hands into fists. 'Crap.' Instead, he pretended he was in total control.

"Glad you approve." He brought his lips to your neck and kissed you gently. 'That's not too much is it?' His desperate thought was answered when you turned your head, searching for his mouth. When you found it you pushed harder against him, so both your chests were firmly together. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him down closer. He tilted his head to the side, a smile breaking his lips apart. Really it was a stifled nervous laugh as he came to realize your breasts were on him, and that he was getting hotter.

This was torture. The amount of control he was forcing upon himself was killing him. Kiba felt every motion as your mouth moved from side to side against his, when you opened your lips just a bit to let warm breath onto his face he wanted to explode. It wasn't until you moaned his name that he snapped completely.

"Kiba" That was it, it was over. There was no resisting anymore, he couldn't help it. With more speed than he had ever gone Kiba snatched you up under your thighs and found the closest wall. His teeth bit onto your bottom lip and nails dug into your flesh. You opened your mouth in shock and slight pain. Kiba took the opening and roamed your mouth. His tongue tasted strange you thought, but the warmth felt odd and amazing at the same time.

You reached around and grabbed onto his shoulders, one hand clinging to his black shirt the other training up his thick neck to his shaggy brown hair. Kiba suddenly let out a growl. With one strong arm still holding you up the other found its way up your shirt. Your eyes opened with a bit of concern. Kiba's hand ran up your side, feeling your ribs though your skin. He moved across your stomach and up to clutch one of your breasts. He pressed his torso against your inner thighs while your legs twisted tighter around him. The whole time his mouth never left yours.

After a few moments of this you found it did not satisfy him. Parting your mouths Kiba went for your neck as he began to place you on the floor. Your legs almost gave out when your feet met solid ground, but Kiba wouldn't let you get away from him. With the hand that was not still roaming the flesh under your shirt, Kiba still hung onto your thigh. He pulled it up so your leg was behind him, your thigh resting on his hip, forcing you to stand on one foot with your back still against the wall. His crotch was pressing against you, and he was starting to grind. You couldn't help it, your hips moved on their own.

From where you were on the ground you could no longer reach your arms around his shoulders comfortably, he was too tall. With cautious hands you lifted the fabric of the bottom of his shirt. You slid one hand up, gently feeling the toned muscles. Kiba shivered, constricting from your cold touch for a moment. You could feel his muscles move against your fingers.

"-chan." He mumbled against your cheek. All the blood had already ran up to your face, he could probably feel the burning of your cheeks. If he did notice he didn't mind for he found your lips again. You slid your hand up and down his chest, but seeing that you weren't getting much of a reaction out of him you moved lower. Gripping the top of his belt you pulled with all the strength you had. It took a lot to move him, he was so solid, but you succeeded in pressing him to you in a rough grind.

Kiba pulled his face away for only a second, "Shit" he murmured. You smiled, 'gotcha'. His mouth was on your neck again. You smiled into the darkness at the sealing, but only for a second before you yelped. Kiba had bit you, hard enough to draw blood.

'Stop it you stupid fuck' Kiba yelled to himself before he pulled away sharply. His hands left your skin at the same time the door flew open. Kiba walked out quickly, before you could notice him shaking.