Warning: Mature smutty content, NSFW, 18+

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Heads up, Hinata might appear somewhat OOC in this chapter. Keep in mind that she and Kiba have been bffs for over a decade, so she isn't as reserved with him as everyone else.


Everyone knows Kiba's sense of smell is his thing. And they're right. His chakra amplified nose is his first method of perceiving the world around him.

He and Shino were on their way to Hinata's apartment to plan for an upcoming mission. Team 8 was in high demand compared to other teams in this time of peace. Stealing stuff was still a common crime, and their unit was the most sought-after for what was essentially ninja style detective work.

Since smell was his thing, and he had a great disposable income due to their team's successful track record of dealing with high profile heists, he liked to spoil his teammates with gifts that smelled nice. His mom and sister trained him to always bring a gift when visiting someone's home, and Kiba liked the excuse it gave him to demonstrate his care for his friends (since he knew he was an obnoxious asshole most of the time).

When Shino hosted meetings, he liked to buy him plants that smelled cool and also served as homes or food for his bugs. On the occasional gathering at Kurenai-sensei's place, he often bought ingredients for baked goods that he would make with Mirai-chan. He had fun making a mess with the kid, and the baking made the house smell great.

When Hinata hosted, he brought over a jar of potpourri. He knew taking care of plants wasn't really her thing, and she found the jars pretty. Her apartment had over a dozen of them from all the visits he paid to her home for meetings and hangs, as she didn't like to throw them out. Unlike his gifts for Shino and Kurenai that were more for consumption, Hinata turned his jars into a decorative collection. So he put some extra effort asking Ino to help with a color scheme so they would all match. Today, he was bringing over a collection of dried petals and spices that mixed the colors lavender and ivory. Hinata's favorite.

He even got her a larger size than normal, and was on time for once.

Reason being: Hinata and Naruto broke up last week.

To the shock of very few, the bisexual bastard was head over heels in love with Sasuke, who visited the village last week from his over-hyped travels. On the day he arrived, he apparently went straight to Naruto's apartment, and didn't leave.

Kiba and the whole village was dying to know what happened that night, but only the two legendary nin and innocent Hinata-chan know the details of that night. All that is common knowledge is, as of that night, Hinata and Naruto were done.

Kurenai had apparently been checking in on their beloved team mate, and give Kiba and Shino strict instructions to give her space ("The last thing she needs is blunt analytics," she glared at Shino, "and obnoxious and untrue threats of kicking Naruto's ass," she moved her glare to Kiba, who oh-so-maturely boasted, "I can take him," and received a thwack on the head for his efforts).

But now they had an official excuse to meet, as they had been assigned another mission to retrieve some special artifact from some rich person. Kiba always left details like that for Shino to focus on. In an effort to be considerate, Kiba checked in on Hinata via Kurenai before coming over.

Sensei wore a knowledgable grin as she chuckled, "Oh, Hinata-chan is in a much better place now. We had a chat about self-care, went shopping, and I haven't heard back since," she grinned even wider, "No news is good news, as they say!"

Kiba didn't understand, but he rarely did. So he bought her an extra-large potpourri in Hinata's favorite colors and asked Ino to put it in the prettiest jar they had.

And now, he and Shino were approaching Hinata's apartment door 30 minutes early, to the confusion of the insect-nin. Kiba had limited understanding of how Kurenai helped Hinata recover from what must have been a dramatic break up with the man she had loved for most of her life (another thing Kiba didn't get, but accepted without too much thought), but he did know from his mother's ranting that showing up early and with a gift was good manners.

As Shino knocked on the door, Kiba's acute hearing couldn't help but notice a buzzing sound cease, and Hinata's feet scuffling around in an erratic manner, "C-c-comi, I mean, uuhhh, give me a minute!" she squeaked from what Kiba deduced to be her bedroom.

Shino sighed, "Kiba, we are inappropriately early. She was not expecting us yet. You should not have insisted on meeting this early."

Kiba grumbled while leaning on Akamaru, "Tch, how am I supposed to know how early is polite and how early is inappropriate. Early is early! I'm trying to be a good guest."

Shino didn't respond, so Kiba just rubbed his canine companion behind the ear while waiting for Hinata. After a few minutes of listening to her shuffle around her apartment, the feeling of guilt and dammit-did-I-fuck-up-again overcame Kiba. He really did try to be a good teammate and friend, but he screwed up proper social protocol all the time by being an ignorant idiot. That's why the host gifts gave him so much pride, they were a predictable sure-success of respectable adult behavior, which all too often eluded him.

But all thoughts of etiquette left him as Hinata's door opened and a very specific heady scent hit his nose. His mind went blank as his eyes automatically went to the place between Hinata's clenched thighs.

"I-I-I wasn't expecting you so early! Please come in. Oh Kiba, it's beautiful!"

What's beautiful? Kiba thought like the idiot he was as he dragged his eyes up past her lounge wear clothes to attempt to meet her eyes. He couldn't help but pause his line of sight at her chest that obviously revealed her lack of bra. Then his eyes paused at the ivory skin of her neck that was unusually exposed. He noticed her long locks were tied up into a very messy bun. Then he finally made his way to her flushed cheeks and lovely eyes, Yeah, she is beautiful.

Akamaru, the best friend in the world that he was, had placed his large form in front of Kiba and barked at him while nudging the jar of dried pretty stuff in his hands. And then Kiba snapped back into reality. This reality revealed he was slack jawed and his dick hard and Akamaru's really good friend for positioning himself in front of Kiba.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, he realized it was time to hand her the jar. But then he made the mistake of inhaling and that intoxicating smell that wiped his brain again.

He was vaguely aware of the jar being taken out of his hands, Shino and Hinata talking about nothing important, and walking into her apartment with Akamaru close to his front. He snapped out of it when she offered to take his coat, and he realized how long her eyelashes were as he looked down at her. Careful not to inhale while keeping his body angled as discretely as he could manage, he was aware of how her eyes followed his hands as he unzipped his jacket.

Without realizing it, he started to lift up the hem of his shirt to take that off too, but thank Kami Akamaru barked at him and he came back to his senses.

Hinata had already turned around to put their coats on the rack, and Shino had made himself comfortable in her kitchen making tea. Not trusting himself to talk, he tried not to run as he made his way to her bathroom. But, damn him to hell, he inhaled again, and his cock twitched in his painfully tight pants, Kami her scent is everywhere, and it's fucking spectacular.

He made it to the sink and immediately splashed his face with the coldest water it provided. He then found a bar of soap with a flowery scent and pressed it to his nose in hopes of overpowering the stimulating air that was his teammate's arousal.

Kiba had spent an incredible amount of time with Hinata over the years and knew all her scents. Or at least he thought he did. It was occurring to the nin that he never had smelled an aroused Hinata before, nor had he never had a hard on for her before.

Sure, he always knew she was a pretty girl - woman. Everything about her was aesthetically pleasant to look at, but Kiba never looked at her that way. It felt disrespectful until this day. Not only was she someone he worked with since he was twelve, but in his mind, she and Naruto were end game. So when he aged into having feelings of physical attraction to the opposite sex, she was a straightforward off-limits woman. This was a limitation Kiba easily accepted and never thought twice about.

He spent his affections on civilian girls who were easily impressed with his ninja status, thought Akamaru was cute, and didn't mind his busy travel schedule. Which led to a lot of fun but short flings. His few girlfriends who had claimed to not mind his work commitments actually did mind after a few months. His last girlfriend had ended things with him a few weeks ago after Team 8 had been assigned a 3-week mission.

And here he was, all his yearning now directed towards his Hinata-chan, who was all of a sudden a viable option. Maybe. The whole limitation that revolved around Naruto was now void. And she had never smelled this incredible before.

Centering himself with deep breaths, peeing, splashing lots of cold water to the face plus other body parts, and a chakra adjustment to decrease his nasal sensitivity; Kiba was ready to return to his team.

Hinata and Shino had some mission plans set before them on the coffee table, and were focused on a blue print of some estate. Akamaru was relaxing in his bed Hinata kept for him, but his eyes trailed his partner warily. And were right to do so, since the hormonally fragile male was unable to comprehend a word of his teammate's planning. Although the rest of Hinata was covered in her usual modest leisurewear, he had never seen the nape of her neck before.

She must have felt his gaze on her, as she twisted her body to glance up at him, This is the part when she blushes all innocent and acts confused as to why I'm acting more idiotic than normal, we go back to our usual platonic report, Shino and I go to a bar after this meeting, I hook up with some civilian, and it all goes back to normal, the headstrong male prayed.

Then the most unexpected thing happened. She met his eyes, did a once over of his whole body, finding something of interest near his core, and only then did she blush. He was frozen under her inspection, unable to process what this meant.

Her eyes met his again, and held his gaze. She bit her lip. Kiba swallowed.

Oh...shit.

Shino either didn't notice or didn't care that there was this sudden sexual tension between his two teammates, as he asked Hinata her opinion regarding which position in the compound would be most advantageous for her. Kiba could think of some advantageous positions he'd like to put Hinata into.

The thought immediately had him clenching his jaw and dashing to the kitchen for some ice water. The vixen now present in the body of his once shy teammate giggled before answering Shino's question. Kiba decided to stay in the kitchen for the rest of the meeting.

It's not like they often included him in planning sessions anyway. They knew each other's strengths and preferences. Shino was team captain, Hinata helped him sort out his thoughts to prepare the best strategies, and Kiba just did what he was told (most of the time). Sometimes, when a mission went south in a way that required talking ourselves out of it, Kiba took lead. The phrases "confidence is key" and "fake it 'till you make it" describe his leadership style when the team's in a tough spot, and to the shock of them all, it's often a successful tactic. It's also strange how often people are more frightened of an oversized fearsome looking dog than three jounin level nin. So Kiba's lack of participation at this meeting went unnoticed as he tried to keep his bodily reactions under control.

He distracted himself by dusting Hinata's many jars of potpourri. Then he wiped down her counters. The potent smell of cleaning products was tremendously helpful for calming his more primal desires, so he ended up wiping down all handles to her appliances and cabinets. He even mopped her kitchen floor.

Usually, Hinata's heavy use of lavender scented decor products (most of which were gifts from Kiba), gave her apartment a spa-like vibe. During most planning meetings, Kiba would sprawl his long body on her couch, stare at her pretty star-like light fixtures, and let his body relax to the soothing smells and calming voices of his team. More often than not, he straight up fell asleep.

"Kiba," Shino's voice startled him from his cleaning frenzy, "We are prepared for the mission," meaning it was time to leave. Kiba breathed a sigh of relief, he made it through this visit without compromising the professionalism of the team dynamic due to his sudden physical attraction to -

He made the mistake of looking over at the teammate who had taken over his thoughts. She had entered the kitchen, and it felt like slow motion when she lifted her body to sit on the counter top. As she crossed her legs, the phantom memory of her earlier scent clouded his head.

He took a deep inhale of the cleaning products, but that didn't stop him from meeting her eyes and losing himself in her inquisitive gaze.

"Goodbye, Hinata," Shino put a hand on Kiba's shoulder, hinting he should also say goodbye. That was probably a good idea. He should go.

Not daring to look at his alluring friend, he put away the cleaning supplies and whistled for Akamaru.

But Akamaru didn't go to him. The conniving canine instead went to Hinata, put his dirty paws on the freshly cleaned countertop, and rested his head on his favorite kunoichi's thigh. His tail wagged as she lovingly scratched his ears, "I don't think Akamaru wants to go yet," she said with shockingly feigned innocence. She peered through her dark lashes at Kiba.

Reign me in, Shino. Stop this. Wack me on the head. Drag me out of here. Don't leave me here. I don't want to fuck up our team dynamic, he felt his face soften, I don't want to lose Hinata because of... whatever this is. She's too important to me.

As he worked up the self-control to break from her gaze and leave, he heard the door close. Shino had already left. His bug boy was thick, but his analytical interpretation of relationships between people were usually accurate. He must have noticed the way his two teammates were staring at each other. And. He. Just. Left.

Kiba chose to let anger course through him rather than face the woman in front of him. Akamaru also betrayed him by hopping down from Hinata's graceful legs and going back to his bed, "Akamaru, we can't be rude and overstay our welcome," he found his voice also fail him. Hinata hopped off the counter and walked past him.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked as she poured herself a cup of rice wine. Her sake cups had pretty lavender patterns painted on them. She didn't wait for an answer as she poured a second cup and handed it to him. She sipped hers daintily. He downed his like a shot without a second thought.

This bold behavior of hers was so foreign to him, there must be a reason for it. Searching his brain, he recalled a vital detail of her recent personal life, "I heard about you and Naruto."

She blinked a few times, then downed her entire cup. She took the bottle and beckoned him to follow her to the couch. He did no such thing, choosing to lean against passageway as he watched her sprawl comfortably. The woman had an excessive amount of embroidered pillows, he noticed as she shifted them around and poured herself seconds. She offered to pour him another, and he was proud to say he declined.

"Naruto-kun and I ... it wasn't what I-I-I thought it would be," she stared at her ceiling, "he was the same inspiring man as a boyfriend as he was a motivational figure in m-my life. I thought having a r-r-romantic relationship with him would be the most wonderful experience," she took a long sip from her cup, "it turns out there's more f-f-feelings involved in a relationship than admiration and care."

"Yeah?" Kiba inquired to keep her talking.

She met his eyes, and dry laughed with a sour expression, "Oh, so much I never even thought of!" she put down her cup to free her fingers for counting, "I've had a lot of time to reflect on this, bear with me here," she planted her feet on the floor and the self-conscious stuttering Hinata was nowhere in sight, "Conversational compatibility, for starters. I used to love listening to Naruto! But after a few dates, I figured out I just didn't really have anything to say to him aside from praise, which he soaked up. Only recently did I figure out that one-sided conversations are not healthy to have on a regular basis," she gestured to Kiba, "You and I talk about all sorts of things. We take turns listening and talking and conversation flows so easily, don't you agree?"

Why is she comparing me to Naruto, he thought nervously. Not trusting himself to speak he nodded his head. It was true, he and Hinata talked on an almost daily basis about lots of different things. Naruto used to be one of her favorite topics of conversations: the stories of his famous battles, quotes from his notorious sappy speeches, that sort of stuff. But he did notice when Hinata started officially dating Naruto a few months ago, her interest in talking about him dramatically decreased.

Hinata finished her cup and poured another. Kiba went back to the kitchen to fill a glass of water for her, and brought it to her as she continued, "Relationships should also have this feeling of a-attraction and desire for one another, r-right?" Kiba almost dropped the glass of water as he noticed she was eyeing his body again. Don't misunderstand, Kiba was quite proud of his physique and loved showing it off with fitted shirts and pants. He was one of the few ninjas who did additional training exercises for purely cosmetic reasons. He liked the way ladies reacted to his abs. He wondered how Hinata would react to them...

With that thought, he sat himself on the ground across from her with the coffee table covering most of his lower body. He wanted to figure out what went down between her and Naruto, why she's handling it remarkably well, and what was up with this new vibe of raw sex appeal. Most importantly, Kiba concluded, why does did she smell like sex on a stick when we arrived? There were no traces of any unfamiliar or familiar male or female scents.

She took a sip of the water and looked disappointed, "Kissing and touching and ... h-h-having...," she went back to her sake and took a large gulp, then fiddled with a loose lock of hair from her bun, "Having s-s-sex," she took a long breath and made that I'm-about-to-cry-face that Kiba always dreaded.

Wait, that baka wouldn't... he found himself on his knees directly in front of her, hands placed on the couch on both sides of her, "Hinata, did he make you feel physically or emotionally uncomfortable in any way?"

She sighed and shook her head vigorously, "No, nothing like that. It was like he wasn't even physically attracted in m-m-me! It was so awkward," she groaned as she leaned back into the couch. Kiba relaxed his protective position around her, but squinted in curiosity.

"How could he not be attracted to you?" He found himself questioning without thought, then immediately regretting it.

Hinata twirled the lose lock around her finger and made a grumpy face that Kiba couldn't help but find adorable, "It was like he was curious about the female body and s-sex more than actually being intimate with m-me. Don't misunderstand, he was kind and gentle and wanted to make me feel comfortable..." she looked so ashamed to feel disappointed in Naruto's piss-poor sexual performance.

Kiba could't help but talk, "But that's the bare minimum. Obviously a lover needs to do those things," and he had the self preservation to cut himself off before asking if he pleased her and gave her the orgasms she absolutely deserved.

She shrugged, "There was no l-lust between us. And it wasn't just h-h-him," she averted her eyes and then fidgeted with the tassels on her hoodie, "I admired him and he respected me and we liked each other. But ... after a few times trying all the typical i-i-intimate stuff, we just didn't have any chemistry that motivated either of us keep doing those things. Nor basic couple activities, not even friendly hang outs."

"Oh," was all Kiba could think to say. He was shocked that they fizzled out so quick. Hinata was a special sort of beauty who had endless features worth appreciating. Not to mention that spending time with her was easy and enjoyable. She and Kiba always found something to do together. They not only trained together, they ran personal errands together, went to village meetings together, tried out new restaurants together, she was always present at his many family parties and events, he showed up to all her clan's public events, she came over to walk Akamaru just because...

Now that Kiba thought about it, the final month that Hinata was dating Naruto was the same month she came over to walk Akamaru on a near daily basis. She and Kiba didn't hang out as much during the month other than training, but he felt like to saw her nearly every evening when she would show up and walk Akamaru without explanation, Kami, I'm thick. That was a pretty obvious sign things weren't going well. New couples who are into each other are near inseparable.

While lost in thought, he didn't notice Hinata leaning towards him until she was near inches away from his face. She didn't look like she was going to kiss him, but she was more staring at him with intrigue. She was definitely very close. Panicked, he asked the first question that came to mind, "What happened when Sasuke came to town?"

At that, she also seemed to notice how close they were, and scooted back into the couch. Kiba retreated back to his side of the table, probably faster than necessary, and poured himself another cup of sake as she recalled the story with a very un-Hinata-like scowl, "He's so m-m-mean!" She folded her arms and pouted, "Naruto didn't show up to pick me up for our date, so I went over, and S-s-s-sasuke opened the door w-w-without a shirt and told me to g-g-go away! Then he slammed the door on me."

Sasuke being an asshole was not a surprise to Kiba, but he still couldn't help that his claws came out and scratched the rug in anger, No one should talk to Hinata like that.

"Naruto came out and apologized, but he didn't even seem to r-r-remember we had a d-d-date planned. He just said he would see me around. And then he waved and went back into the apartment like it was no big deal!" she huffed and poured them both another cup.

What an idiotic jerk. Hinata deserves better. She's knocked on my door when I've had dates over and I've never dismissed her in any capacity like that. If she was my girlfriend... he cut that line of thinking there to focus on the story, "So what did you do? How did you feel?"

She scrubbed her face with her hands, "I didn't know what to feel. I assumed I would burst into tears with a shattered h-h-heart," she rested her hand on her palms, "But it was surprised to feel... r-r-relief. Like I had a clear out of something that I didn't want to admit wasn't working."

Kiba blinked in surprise, "Well, that's great! I'm glad you felt that way. Much better than heartbreak," he lifted his cup to hers, and she clinked his with a resigned smile, "So how did it officially end?"

She averted her eyes as she sipped her drink, "Well, I didn't exactly want to knock to have a discussion. Confrontation about such a thing was a very scary thought, and Sasuke's presence t-t-terrified me," Kiba made an out-with-it gesture, and she bashfully continued with a small voice, "So I wrote a n-n-note and slid it under his door and left."

Kiba was grinning as he lept over the table to sit next to her on the couch, "Right on Hinata! What did the note say?!"

She hid her chin in her hoodie and curled up into a ball.

Unable to help himself, he wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder, "C'mon Hinata, tell me how you dumped his dumb-unworthy-ass."

She picked up her drink and spoke into the cup, "It's not that thrilling of an ending, it just said, 'I-I don't want to date you anymore.' Nothing dramatic, but shockingly assertive of m-me." She seemed surprised at her own gall. Kiba sure was.

She looked up at him as if seeking his approval for her methods. Kiba brought his forehead to hers, "You did good," he said with unexpected pride and adoration.

The heat between them simmered, and Kiba was exposed to her usual lovely lavender & other flowers he couldn't name perfume, combined with what remained of her heady natural scent. His breathing became near pants as he noticed she was breathing in his scent too.

Swallowing, he dared to ask, "Hinata...I don't mean to cross any lines, but why do you smell," so fuckable, no don't say that, "Like..." he couldn't think of any word that wasn't a variation of fuck. He tried a different question, "What have you been doing today?" He didn't intend to ask with such a husky tone.

Hinata's face went through a series of expressions.

First, embarrassment as she realized Kiba could smell evidence of her erotic activities.

Second, light hearted resignation with a mischievous bit lip. As if she was comfortable and discretely delighted that Kiba knew.

Third, wistful and longing as she made a face that indicated she was thinking of said activities. She clenched her legs. Kiba stopped breathing in anticipation of a fresh wave of that scent that would made his mind go blank.

But then her eyes slid down and she did that thing she rarely does anymore when she pokes her fingers together. Bashfully, "Kurenai-sensei wanted to make sure I was... t-t-taking care of m-myself, so she, ummm," this confession was making her skin flush in that familiar oh-so-Hinata manner, "She took me shopping and helped me pick out a..." she looked at the ceiling rather than finish her sentence.

Kami, she's so adorable and sexy right now, Kiba had been listening, but comprehending was so difficult when he was so close to her and not letting himself breathe. The mix of her standard bashfulness mixed with her newly discovered sex appeal was becoming an irresistible cocktail of a woman to the scent-sensitive nin, and all Kiba could really think about was all the places he wanted to shove his face and inhale or lick or bite or all three. He was rock hard for Hinata and it didn't even occur to him to try to hide it this time.

"Vibrator," she barely whispered.

Kiba was then transported to a fantasy of Hinata writhing in bed with a lavender buzzing toy between her legs. He made an involuntary whimpering sound as his eyes fixated on her pouty pink lips while his brain continued his filthy fantasies. He barely registered that his hand was now kneading her shoulder, and the other one was gripping the couch cushion in a vain attempt to tether him to reality and not go caveman on his beloved friend.

He was running out of air. He'd have to breathe soon. Akamaru, help me.

"Kiba?" Hinata said his name in some sort of tone. It may have been concerned. It may have been seductive. Kiba couldn't tell.

A primal part of him desperately wanted to use his hand around her shoulder to pull him onto his lap, kiss and bite her neck, and rub their pelvises together until she cried his name and enjoyed the pleasure of a manmade orgasm.

In search of something, anything, to prevent him from being the presumptuous jerk he so often was, his eyes snagged on the vase of dried lavender stems on the windowsill behind the couch. He focused his eyes and nose on the plant that dominated Hinata's scent and decorative profile. It was actually Kiba who suggested aromatherapy to Hinata when her anxiety became more challenging to manage after the fourth shinobi war. He wanted to help his friend and spoil her with gifts in hopes of helping her, and when he discovered lavender had a direct impact on stress and anxiety, he went a little overboard buying anything and everything that had to do with the purple plant in hopes of helping her in any way he could.

"What are you looking at?" she poked his chest.

Still not trusting him to look or breathe in her direction, he indicated to the plant, "Is it lavender purple?"

She felt her push off his arm, as if playfully offended, "Not everything in my life is lavender!"

He felt his eyes travel to the embroidered pillows, the sake cups, the rug below the coffee table, the handful of melted down light purple candles on almost every surface, the diffuser by the door...

She must have noticed his eyes finding evidence of her heavy use of the stress-reducing pretty plant, as she sighed in acceptance, "I-I-I get your point. And who is to blame for my obsession with it?"

He focused his nose on the layer of lavender permeating the apartment, waited for his favorite body party to simmer down, and didn't allow his nose to accept any other smells as he bravely looked back to his friend, lavender incarnate. She has the rare ability of calming him down, and her soothing apartment was one of the most relaxing places in the world (tonight withstanding), "It's OK that you have anxiety, Hinata. And that you need specific tools to manage it. I just wanted to support you as much as I could after..." the death of Neji devastated her. She used to clutch her heart all the time, rub anxiety-reducing pressure points compulsively, lack appropriate response time for everyday occurrences, and hyper focus on Naruto as if he could magically make all her problems fade away.

Although the lavender kick was mostly Kiba's fault, he wasn't the sole supporter of Hinata as she went through grief. Kurenai spent a lot of time with her and connected Hinata to a grief counselor that lead to other forms of therapy. Shino went with her to yoga and meditation classes. And Naruto...he was busy, but he checked in on Hinata when he could, which meant the world to her and was what she needed at the time.

Present day Hinata still keeps up with most of those therapeutic habits, but with the Naruto fixation at a seemingly definite close, Kiba was wondering what would be next.

The indigo haired beauty started rubbing his shoulder nearest to her, "I'm grateful you got me hooked on it. When I chose to live by m-myself, personalized decor wasn't really a priority. When y-y-you treated me to all those lavender products," she gave him a sincere smile, "it helped me find a way to express my personality in decor form," she looked like she was debating telling him a private detail, "They didn't s-s-sell them in light purple. It's more of a bright pinkish-purple. And it's s-s-sparkly."

Kiba really tried not to laugh. He was all for empowered and taking-care-of-her-needs Hinata. But when he envisioned his bashful blushing friend buying such a product with their sensei's encouragement, he could barely contain himself.

Akamaru stood from his bed and stretched, and Kiba felt this was the opportune moment to leave before the sake hit them any more than it already had, "Time for us to go, and leave you to play with your new toy some more," he winked at her while he stood.

The Hyuga princess hit him with one of her flowery pillows. He feigned a grave wound as he limped to the coat closet. He was gifted with a light-hearted giggle. Making Hinata giggle with his theatrics has been one of his most prized skills.

She met him at the door, looking down in a contemplative manner as she fiddled with the string of her hoodie. He knew looking down has been her way of thinking things through in conversations, and he adored the way it fanned her lashes against her ivory cheeks. Akamaru rubbed against her leg, and she knelt to affectionately rub his cheeks.

He almost didn't hear the next sentence said under her breath, "You could stay."

Her off-white eyes met his with another unspoken invitation. Kiba backed into the door, startled by her forward approach. His mouth went dry as she batted her lashes and looked back to the floor, "O-o-only if you want t-t-to," redness flushed her cheeks, "I like spending time with you," she spoke more confidently, but nervously avoided his eyes as she patted Akamaru on the side.

The possibilities of what would happen if he stayed flooded his imagination. Pulling Hinata up and pressing her against the wall with hungry kisses. Sweeping her petite form off her feet and carrying her to the place in her apartment where her heady scent was the most potent. Rolling around with her onto the bed and showing her how it really felt to feel desired and appreciated by a doting man. Giving her multiple mind blowing orgasms that neither Naruto nor her vibrator could provide. Giving her all the sexual satisfaction she deserved and more.

He almost committed to that path, even took a step towards this newfound vixen that was Hyuga Hinata. But then he looked into her eyes again. And her eyes were fixated on his body. More specifically, his tenting pants.

No...this is wrong. Hinata and I...a spontaneous fuck is too risky. To what we have. What we could have...

Clearing his throat, "We've been drinking. I should go."

She blinked, as if she remembered herself, "Of c-c-course. I'm so sorry, Kiba-kun. I don't know what I was thinking," her blinks turned teary, and he recognized the uncomfortable mix of anxiety and mortification that ran through her.

His heart clenched as he tugged on his coat and scarf. The urge to hold her was strong, but for once he had chosen his words wisely. Out of all excuses for them to not proceed, drinking was the most objective and valid one. If he held her now...who knows how their bodies would react. Hers, recovering from a breakup and learning new ways to pleasure herself. His, bursting with newfound yearning for his most adored friend.

Scratching his head, his brain searched for a way to make her laugh. Smile. Giggle. Grin her uniquely shy smile. Dispel her uncomfortable embarrassed feelings. Put the mortification on him. The best he could think of resulted in, "Is it just you and your vibrator, or do you have, uuhh, inspiration?"

Her shiny white eyes moved back to his in confusion. That lovely light pink flush crawled up her neck and cheeks as she processed his question. She tucked a loose lock behind her ear as she stood, staring at the ceiling, "I like e-e-erotic books."

Now Kiba felt the need to smack himself by asking such a personal inappropriate question, but he'd do anything to chase away Hinata's anxiety.

Nodding in approval, he zipped up his jacket and whistled for Akamaru, "My sister's a big fan of smutty books, I'll see what she has and maybe get you a copy," It's not weird to buy sexy books for a friend, right? If the Rokudaime reads porn in public all the time, then it's ok for his nin to give erotic lit to each other. Right?

"And you?" That delightful pink flush reach her ears, but the look in her eyes was challenging. Cat like. Seductive, Fuck, every time I think I'm in the clear, she pulls be back in.

"M-m-me?" He stammered back, not understanding her prompt while completely knowing what she was talking about.

She chewed on her lip in a manner that made his canines jealous, "Is it just you a-a-and you hand, or do you h-h-have..."

He couldn't help how low his voice was, "Do you really want to know?"

Still biting that pink lower lip, the corner of her mouth lifted up in an uncharacteristic mischievous look, "I told you mine."

Shit, that's a fair point, "I need another cup of sake if I'm going to reveal this. That way I can absolutely blame my inappropriate idiocy on the alcohol," He scrubbed his face as she went back to the coffee table, Am I really going to tell her? Maybe I should lie and come up with a generic answer. Ugh, but she knows when I'm lying.

But then she bent over to refill the cups left there, and he was gifted with the sight of the bottom of her ass cheeks as her shorts rode up. Akamaru, help me.

She sauntered back with two full cups, and Kiba forced himself to put his shoes on. He nearly tripped on Akamaru's tail, and needed to use the wall for balance.

Her dainty hand gave him a cup, and he shot it and clenched his eyes closed in shame, "If she gives me a pair, I-I-I," he opened one eye to see if she really wanted him to finish the sentence. She made nodded her head in a yes-you-have-to manner, so he took her other cup of sake and downed that too, "While I, you know, I like to," he lowered his voice to a whisper and revealed all his shame, "smell panties with evidence of arousal."

Hearing the sound of nonjudgemental silence, he felt somewhat safe opening his eyes. Hinata looked as if she was pondering something as she ran her pointer finger over her lip, then tapped a few times. Kiba knew he should have felt great shame in his filthy confession, but all he could think of was how she used that dainty finger on her other set of pretty pink lips.

Trapped in place waiting for her response, he followed her walk back to the bottle of sake, and drink straight from the lip. She soured her face after a long sip, "Close your eyes, Inuzuka."

He would do no such thing. She only ever called him by his last name when she planned on doing something uncharacteristically sensual. The handful of times she had ever used her feminine prowess during a mission was always preluded with her calling him Inuzuka. Those were honestly his favorite mission memories, when she would increase their chances of success by revealing a hint of that scandalous fishnet armor she wore under her modest uniform. When she would intentionally bite her lip and flutter her lashes and touch an opponent's certain pressure points in a way that turned them into moldable clay.

Kiba always watched her in those moments, and consequences be damned, he wasn't going to close his eyes this time either. His standards for professional behavior did not apply when she called him Inuzuka.

So he watched as she pulled down her shorts. That tortuous hoodie was just long enough that he didn't see her panties were black with silver sparkles, Fuck me she wears black panties, until they slid down her milky thighs. He body was positioned in profile such that all he saw was the gorgeous expanse of smooth skin from her hip down, as well as the curve of her round ass. As she stepped out of her panties to pull her shorts back up, he swore his could have seen a hint of indigo curls.

He knew he was breathing through his mouth as he watched her put that sinful garment in a plastic bag, and tie it with a little knot. Meeting his eyes with a playful look, she threw the bag at him. He caught it with one hand, and it took all the willpower he had remaining not to bring it to his face.

And with a wink, she waved goodbye.

All of a sudden, Kiba found himself in his bedroom. He didn't remember opening the door to leave, nor the walk home. It was all a dopamine fueled daze to him as he likely had followed Akamaru on auto pilot.

Then the sinful bag burned a hole in his hand. Without a second thought, he whistled Akamaru out, locked his door, closed his curtains, shedded all his layers of constraining clothes, added lube to his hand, ripped open the bag, and jerked himself off to the sweet sweet smell and sparkly blackness of Hinata's panties rubbed against his face.

He fantasized about her crying "Inuzuka" into his ear as his body twitched and convulsed and came completely undone by the scent and thought of her. He detonated while whimpering her name.


A/N: Guess who just got a vibrator. Highly recommend. Makes reading smutty fanfiction a lot more of a ... sensory experience.

I have chapter 2 mostly written. And I actually have an ending in mind! This will likely be a 3 chapter story. Let me know what you think!