"Here it is," the dark-haired kunoichi whispered to her companion, stopping outside of a small restaurant. "Remember the plan."
"Yeah, yeah. Heard you the first twenty times, Asuka."
"Kiba…" she hissed warningly as the brunet stepped inside the building.
Sighing in frustration, she followed him beneath the flaps where he was talking with the hostess.
"This was not the plan," she said under her breath, knowing his sharp ears could hear her.
"I'd like a table for me and my girlfriend, please," he said to the hostess with an easy grin.
"I'm not your girlfriend, Kiba."
He winked at the hostess, silly smile still on his face, "We're on a date."
"It's not a date," Asuka said, brushing past him to follow the hostess to a table.
Unfazed by her continuous rejections, Kiba trails after Asuka to their table, ordering them each a glass of sake.
"We can't drink on the job," she pointed out once the hostess was out of earshot.
"It's more believable this way," Kiba shrugged.
"You're impossible. Remind me to tell Lady Tsunade to never pair me up with you again."
Kiba pouted as Asuka's brown eyes slowly surveyed the room, seeking out their target. They were looking for an Akatsuki informant, and their earlier sleuthing led them here.
"The old fisherman said the informant comes here every night and orders a flaming lotus from the bar."
At Kiba's blank look, she continued, "It's a drink that the bartender lights on fire before serving it."
"Heh, I knew that."
"Sure you did."
According to their plan, when the informant showed up, Asuka would act as bait and go flirt with him, drawing him out into the open for Kiba to capture.
"Well anyway, while we're here we should talk about us."
"There is no us."
"Only because you keep saying things like 'I'm not your girlfriend' and 'it's not a date,'" Kiba made air-quotes with his fingers.
"Because I'm not and it's not," she deadpanned.
"But it could b—"
"Kiba, we're going to have to change tactics."
"I'll say! You being this stubborn isn't getting me anywhere."
She kicked him under the table to regain his focus.
"Look over at the bar," she said softly.
"Huh?"
Kiba's keen eyes slid over to the bar with more discretion Asuka would have given him credit for, to where the bartender was presenting a flaming shot glass to a blonde. A female blonde, and a pretty one at that.
"Looks like we're going to have to swap roles," Asuka said slowly, already sizing up the other woman.
She needed to analyze the informant's chakra levels, study her body language to determine if she was even a ninja or not, or if she was armed—
"Whelp, I'm gonna head over there now," Kiba said, standing up.
"Kiba, you can't just—"
"Now Asuka, you know you're the only girl for me. Try not to get too jealous!"
He walked away from her with a wave while she stewed. Reckless idiot. Jealous, really? As if.
Asuka watched as Kiba approached the blonde and ordered himself a flaming lotus, striking up a conversation with her. He seemed so relaxed, in his element. And that blonde dope was falling for his cheesy jokes and rugged good looks. Honestly, he was probably recycling a line that Asuka had rejected two dozen times, and it was making the blonde laugh. In fact, she seemed receptive to all his flirtatious advances.
The hostess approached Asuka's table, snapping her out of it.
"Awe, did you two get in a fight?" the hostess asked with a frown. "And right in front of you like that? Honestly, men are the worst."
"Totally the worst," Asuka said, leaning her chin on her hand as she glared at the pair at the bar.
The hostess set down a bottle of sake in front of Asuka along with one glass instead of two.
"I know you each ordered only a glass, but when I saw him walk over there I figured you could use a whole bottle."
"Thank you," Asuka managed to smile at the hostess, though she couldn't seem to tear her eyes off of Kiba.
The alcohol was burning down her throat before she'd even remembered that this was all staged, part of their mission they'd planned for. Still an uneasy feeling was forming in the pit of her stomach as she witnessed the blonde woman place a manicured hand on Kiba's arm and gestured for the two of them to leave. She and Kiba stood and Kiba paid for both of their drinks, letting the blonde lead him out of the restaurant without a backward glance.
That bastard had better remember the plan, Asuka thought, her jaw aching with how hard she was clenching her teeth together.
She finished off the glass of sake and left the money on the table for the hostess once they were out of her sight, cautiously following the direction she'd seen Kiba walk in.
She could vaguely sense his chakra coming from around the corner to the right, though she wasn't a tracker by any means. That's what she had Kiba and Akamaru for in the first place. She took a few steps forward, stopping when she heard a thud and Kiba's muffled groan. She was around the corner in an instant, kunai flashing as she prepared for whatever she might find.
I don't know what I fucking expected, she thought, anger flaring as she caught Kiba entangled in the woman's arms in a heated make out session.
"Geez, Kiba, don't you think you're getting a little too into it?" she asked loudly, garnering the attention of the couple, who broke apart at the sound of her voice.
"Kiba, who is this?" the woman asks hostilely, glaring at Asuka.
"My girlfriend," Kiba said with a nervous grin, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
Asuka scoffed, "I'm his partner, and we're here to find out what information you're selling to the Akatsuki. So start talking, cause I'm already in a bad mood."
Before the woman could scream for help Asuka had already swooped in, momentarily stunning her with a (barely) restrained punch to the gut. The informant came to as Kiba tied her hands behind her back.
Asuka crouched in front of the woman and pulled her into a genjutsu, extracting the information they needed with ease. The woman definitely wasn't a ninja and had no training in resisting such tactics, which is probably why the Akatsuki had also used her for information. Poor simple-minded bimbo.
Releasing the genjutsu on the woman, Asuka performed a series of hand signs that bound the woman in her blue chakra threads. While the threads glowed, Asuka intoned, "This is my condition jutsu. We will leave and you can go about your normal life after this under the condition that you can never again pass prior or future information regarding the tailed beasts to the Akatsuki or any of their affiliates. Should you break this condition, my chakra thread will materialize inside your chest and strangle your heart until you die painfully of a heart attack. Your life is in your own hands now."
The woman nodded in understanding as Asuka stood, sheathing her kunai and turning her glare onto Kiba.
"Enjoy yourself?" she snapped, turning to walk away.
Kiba grabbed her arm from behind and pulled her body back against his.
"You look really sexy when you're jealous," he growled in her ear.
Kami help her, he was pressing against her with a raging boner!
"Can you feel what you do to me, Asuka? How hard you make me?"
Smack!
"Hands off, perv."
"Uh, I'm still here, you know…" the informant pouted, only to be completely ignored by the two ninjas.
"Oh come on, I promise it'll feel good!"
But she had already turned away from him with a thoughtful finger on her chin.
"Come to think of it, I bet Shino's would be real good. He's probably secretly packing under that big jacket of his."
"Can one of you please untie me?" The blonde's plea fell on deaf ears.
"What, no way! We've compared before!"
But Asuka was flat-out ignoring him now, wandering away.
"Maybe I should ask him when we get back..."
"Mine's bigger!" Kiba practically shouted as he ran after his partner, leaving the informant tied up in the dark alley.
"Are you sure Akamaru will be okay for one more night?" Asuka asked as the pair trudged up to the village inn.
The ninken, being far too large for a stealth mission, was hiding out in the forest surrounding the village where his presence would hopefully go unnoticed until they returned to him.
"He sleeps outside all the time," Kiba said. "He's in his element."
Asuka nodded as they entered the inn, and suddenly Kiba's confidence returned at full force.
"I'd like one room for me and my girlfriend, please," he said to the receptionist.
Whack!
"Not your girlfriend!"
"We'll take two rooms, please," Kiba said from the floor, his eyes spinning.
"I'm sorry, we're actually completely booked tonight," the receptionist said, wincing. "The next village over should have an inn with vacancies, though."
"I see. Thank you for your time," Asuka said, dragging Kiba back outside while he whined, "Asukaaaa!"
"Screw it, let's just camp out. We'll get back faster anyway," Asuka said, glaring at Kiba as if it was his fault there were no rooms left.
Kiba didn't argue, nursing the lump on his head until they were back in the forest and reunited with Akamaru.
The trio walked in the dark for about two hours in silence. Asuka seemed determined to ignore Kiba, her thoughts churning. Had she really been jealous? Over Kiba? What in the hell was wrong with her?
She was pulled from her thoughts when Kiba stopped her with a hand on her elbow.
"It's about to storm," he said, sniffing the air. "We should find somewhere to hunker down."
Akamaru sniffed out a small cave for them and laid at the entrance, but the two shinobi were already soaked through by the time they reached him. Kiba laid out their bedrolls while Asuka started a fire.
"Great," she grumbled, slipping off her ninja sandals and unclipping her weapons pouch from her thigh, "It's way too cold tonight to sleep in wet clothes."
She peeled off her gloves and jounin flak jacket, glaring at the gleeful look on Kiba's face.
"This is not an invitation, you pervert! I just don't want to freeze to death!"
"I can keep you warm," Kiba winked as he shed his vest and useless mesh shirt in one fluid motion.
"That wouldn't be why you put my bedroll practically on top of yours, would it?" She eyed the side-by-side bedrolls with irritation.
"I have no idea what you mean," Kiba said with feigned innocence.
Asuka rolled her eyes and shed her pants and tank top as well, spreading them out by the fire to dry. She was acutely aware of Kiba's predatory eyes on her exposed flesh, covered only by her bra and panties.
Kiba tugged off his sandals and pants as well, now only in boxers. Kami did he have a chiseled body. He tossed his clothes in a heap and Asuka cursed quietly as she laid his out as well. Idiot. They would never dry that way.
She sat on her bedroll for a few minutes, letting the fire warm her skin and partially dry her hair. Kiba said nothing, leaning against Akamaru and just watching her. It used to bother her a lot, the way he always watched her so intently. But she was so used to it now that she hardly noticed anymore.
"Can you take the first watch? My condition jutsu really drains my chakra and I'm beat," she finally said, stretching out onto her bedroll.
"Anything for my lovely girlfriend."
"Kiba…" Asuka glared in warning, eyebrow twitching.
"Fine," Kiba relented.
"And no funny business while I'm asleep, you hear me!"
Kiba just smirked at her in response, lacing his fingers behind his head. Asuka rolled to her side facing away from him, and soon enough she was asleep.
Kiba trusted Akamaru to watch the perimeter, so he stayed awake watching Asuka. She was always so damn beautiful, but he especially liked the way she looked right now as she slept, her face clear of the annoyance and irritation it usually held whenever she looked at him. Not that he was bothered by it; she'd come around sooner or later. Preferably the former.
These thoughts consumed him well into the night until it was nearly time for him to wake her for her watch.
Suddenly Asuka moaned in her sleep, rolling onto her back. Kiba's eyes were glued to her as she let out another breathy moan, and then he could smell it. An undeniable musk coming from the apex of her thighs. She was having a fucking wet dream and he was only two feet away from her!
He wondered who and what she was dreaming about, but he didn't have to wait for long before she murmured out, "Ki…ba…"
He was floored. Had he heard that right? There was no way. She hated him, and never missed an opportunity to tell him so. But then she whimpered his name again followed by "feels…good…" and Kiba's little soldier was instantly standing at attention. One of her legs fell to the side and he could see the small patch of dampness seeping through her panties.
What should he do? Should he wake her? Should he touch her? Should he self-satisfy his growing need while smelling her tantalizing wetness?
He debated his course of action for a few minutes, all the while Asuka moaned softly beside him. He eventually nudged her thigh to wake her.
She jerked awake, sitting straight up and very nearly colliding her forehead against Kiba's.
"It's your watch," he said, hoping she didn't notice the semi beneath his boxers.
"Where's Akamaru?" she asked, yawning.
"It stopped raining a little bit ago so I let him out to hunt. It's just us now."
"I see," Asuka said, noting how embarrassed and hot and weird her body felt after that dream.
"Did you sleep well?" he grinned wolfishly at her.
Color flooded Asuka's face as looked away from the handsome ninja and snapped, "Fine, thanks."
"Oh really? Did you have any dreams?"
She quickly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye before looking away again in mortification.
How did he know? Did she talk in her sleep? She'd never be able to live it down if he heard even half of the brazen things she'd asked Kiba to do to her in her dream.
"I don't remember," she said.
"I don't believe you."
"Why not?"
He let out a bark of laughter, "Because you won't look at me."
She forced herself to look at him as she spoke, "It's nothing, just a stupid dream is all."
"What kind of dream?"
He was enjoying her discomfort immensely.
At her deep blush, he smirked, "Did you like what I did to you?"
"What in the hell makes you think I dreamt about you?" she answered, looking away from him again and biting her lip.
His gazed zeroed in on her lips and a shiver ran through him.
"You shouldn't tease me like that, Asuka. It makes me want to devour you."
"K-Kiba," she stammered, eyes wide.
Suddenly Kiba grabbed her hips to pull her into his lap, his breath hot against her neck. His teeth grazed her earlobe.
"I'd like to hear more about this dream," he growled. "Did I kiss your neck?"
"M-maybe," she whispered, her face dark red.
Her body trembled in his arms as he began kissing her neck, seeming to find her sweet spot almost immediately. She gasped and felt his lips curve into a smug grin at her body's reaction.
"I've never heard you stutter so much. It must've been a really dirty dream."
He kissed back up to her earlobe and gently ground it between his teeth, eliciting another gasp as her body arched into his of its own will. She could already feel his stiff erection poking against her lower back.
"Will you tell me more, or do I have to guess?"
"S-shut up," she said through clenched teeth.
If she didn't put an end to this assault soon, her carefully crafted self-control would break.
"Did I touch this beautiful body until you couldn't take it anymore and begged for me to stretch you out with my cock?" He asked lewdly as he licked the shell of her ear, his hand drawing little circles across her bare stomach.
Ugh, the dirty talk. Normally it didn't affect Asuka because he did it all the time, but this…situation she'd found herself in made it hard to ignore. She found herself shuddering at his words, at the way they rumbled out of his throat like a feral growl. He was driving her crazy and he was just barely touching her! What the hell was wrong with her?
"So," he continued as his hands lazily made their way up to cup her still-covered breasts, "what should I do to you first?"
"You shouldn't do anything," she managed.
But Kiba was undeterred by her words, and maybe she'd said them with less conviction than she'd hoped.
"Oh? But I can smell your arousal. You're drenched with it." He inhaled deeply, taking in her intoxicating scent.
Her panties must've been soaked by now; even someone without a superior sense of smell could probably smell her desire.
He was rocking his hips against her, pressing his erection into the small of her back for more friction.
"For someone who claims to not like me at all, your body sure is responsive to my touch."
His fingers gently moved against her breasts, feeling their weight, making her body instinctively arch into her hand for more contact.
"That's because you're a stupid pervert targeting me when I'm weak! Ah!" she let out a startled yelp as the kiss to her shoulder ended in a bite.
"Weak with desire for me."
I must've talked in my sleep, she thought, her face on fire with embarrassment. There's no other way he could know that he'd been the object of her desire.
"Watch it! It's going to leave a mark!" she snapped as his mouth covered the bite mark to suck on it.
"Oh yeah," he smirked, "I promise it will. I gotta mark my territory."
The bastard knew he was wearing her down by now. She could sense the triumph in his aura as he nudged her bra strap down her shoulder with his nose so he could taste more of her skin. And damn her to hell, she let him do it without a fight. All that hard work, years of denying her feelings for him, shot to hell because of an ill-timed wet dream.
The hand Kiba wasn't kneading her breast with began its slow descent to the apex of her thighs, feeling her wetness through her panties.
"Damn, Asuka," he chuckled, stroking his finger back and forth over her wet heat, "you're a mess down there."
She let out an involuntary moan as he touched her exactly where she needed it most. She didn't even realize she'd begun rocking her hips with his.
"Let me make you feel good," he whispered in her ear as his hand pushed the useless fabric aside.
"A-ahh fuck!" Asuka groaned as his fingers delved into her aching heat.
"Not yet, my love," Kiba purred into her ear. "Not until you're good and satisfied with my fingers first."
He rubbed slow circles around her clit, making her body quake in his arms. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she loosed another moan. He curled his middle finger inside of her and her hips bucked like she was trying to ride his hand.
"There's the spot," he grinned. "I'm going to make you cum all over my hand like this."
His hand on her breast suddenly rolled her nipple between two fingers, sending little shockwaves to her core. Wait, her nipple? She jerked her head up to find her bra had been flung several feet away. When the hell had that happened?
"Kiba, wait," she said, her face burning.
His fingers stopped moving, all except the one reverently circling her clit.
"You…" she closed her eyes, humiliated. "You haven't even kissed me yet."
She felt the shiver go up Kiba's spine as she spoke, and then the hand caressing her nipple moved to caress her cheek, drawing her lips against his. The heat from that kiss traveled all the way from Asuka's mouth directly to her core, and the sudden flood of juices was not lost on Kiba, who had begun to slide his middle finger in and out while his tongue invaded her waiting mouth.
She moaned his name into his mouth. Screw pride, she needed this. His dick was twitching against the small of her back, and Asuka reached around her back to try to help alleviate it for him, but Kiba broke the kiss and grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Not yet," he groaned again, speeding up the pace of his assault on her pussy. "First I want you to cum for me."
He must've felt how close she was because he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue in her mouth to muffle her scream as her inner walls clamped down on his finger and spasmed.
After she stopped shaking, he pulled out his finger so she could see her juices coating it. He brought it up to his mouth and sucked it clean with a primal growl. Seeing him do that, reveling in the taste of her, brought on another wave of arousal, instantly soaking her again.
"Do I taste good?" she found herself asking him.
His eyes sliced up to meet hers and suddenly he had her on her back, wrists pinned by her sides. Her panties were flung off.
"Fucking delicious," he snarled, diving his head between her thighs and lapping up her extra juices.
This is way better than any dream, she thought vaguely as her hips bucked against his face, desperate for more.
"You like it that much?" he rumbled against her warmth.
She hooked one of her legs behind his head to keep him there and panted, "Don't you dare stop!"
Still sensitive from her first orgasm, her second hit her unexpectedly when he gently rolled her throbbing clit between his teeth. She'd never had more than one orgasm at a time before, didn't even know she could. But it appeared she was learning a lot about her own body as Kiba drank it all in and she found she was already impatient for more of his attention.
Yet two orgasms compared to zero hardly seemed fair, which she made clear when she wrapped her legs around Kiba's waist and forcefully rolled them over so that she was perched on top of him, trapping his neglected cock between her wet thighs. She wiggled her hips against him and he gasped, the sound almost coming out like a howl.
"Wow, I'm going to ruin myself on this cock," she smiled suggestively as she rubbed herself back and forth against him.
"Oh fuck, Asuka," Kiba groaned, his hands gripping her hips and bucking against her.
Bastard still had his damn boxers on. But with the way he'd teased her, she figured she could let him sweat a little longer before she got to it.
"Hmm…now what should I do to you first?" she purred, skimming her hands up his muscled stomach and chest and feeling him shudder beneath her
She leaned over him and kissed one of his nipples, opening her mouth to let her tongue swirl around it, pleasantly surprised when it hardened beneath her tongue. Using the tip of her tongue, she stroked his side from his nipple down to the bottom of his ribcage, feeling goosebumps break out across his delicious skin. All the while her hips never stopped grinding against his pulsing erection.
She was sure her juices had soaked through the front of his boxers by now. Kiba must've noticed the same thing because one of his hands felt along her slit and he grinned wolfishly, "You're already wet for me again, you naughty girl."
"Ah-ah, not until I'm done with you," she warned, pinning his hand to his side not unlike what he'd done to her minutes ago.
She drew her tongue back up his ribs, occasionally leaving a kiss or bite here and there, all the while basking in the way his breath hitched. She'd memorized every muscle long ago, but now she could finally explore them with her hands and mouth. She'd secretly dreamed of this happening for longer than she'd ever admit.
Now to tease his hip bones. His hips bucked again, bumping his barely contained member against her cheek. So close, yet still so far away from where he wanted her.
"A-Asuka please," Kiba whined.
"Oh all right, I guess you deserve it," she smiled cheekily, finally easing his boxers down his thighs and letting his throbbing erection free.
Pre-cum already dribbled down the side of his shaft. If Kiba had expected her to start licking him slowly, easing him into it like he'd done with her, he had another thing coming. Oh no, she didn't waste any time in taking him entirely into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. He practically choked on a shout as she started to suck firmly up and down his shaft.
"Wait wait wait! If you keep doing that, I'll—"
She met his eyes through her eyelashes and in that moment he cried out, shooting his load down her throat. He winced as his orgasm ebbed through his body; shit, she was going to be so mad he came in her mouth. But she continued gazing into his eyes, swallowing his cum and then licking her lips. She didn't seem to mind in the least that he'd come so fast, instead she was focused on the fact that he was still rock hard and twitching, waiting for her.
He was used to being the predator, but he'd never felt more like prey with the way she was watching him hungrily, drawing her body up until she was rubbing her entrance against his sensitive cock, getting him nice and slick with her juices for an easy entrance. He thrust his hips forward, trying to gain some semblance of control back from her, but instead found himself fully sheathed in her strangling heat. Her mouth opened in the shape of an 'o' at the welcomed intrusion.
"Ungh Kiba," she threw her head back and moaned.
She began to move on top of him, hands on his hips to propel her motion.
"Sexiest thing I've ever seen," Kiba panted, gripping her sides to help her.
"What is?" she opened her eyes to look at him.
"Seeing you ride my cock like this."
She wanted to tell him not to get used to it, that it was a one-time thing, but hell, her pride was already non-existent by now. Instead she said, "Maybe you can return the favor in a bit."
One of his hands found her clit as she bounced on him, and the resulting electric shock it sent down her spine almost made him cum again as her walls clamped around him and she climaxed, crying out his name. A light sheen of sweat covered her body as she sagged slightly, her movements slowing as the force of her orgasm sapped her body of energy.
"Guess it's time for me to return that favor," Kiba beamed, flipping her over and lifting her legs over his shoulders, not missing a beat and pounding into her.
Asuka could scarcely believe it—three orgasms and he was trying to bring her to the peak of a fourth, pounding into her g-spot and rubbing feverishly against her swollen clit.
"Nghn, you're so tight, Asuka. It's like you're strangling my dick," he grunted.
He was racing toward his peak, but he was determined to take Asuka with him. One hand supporting his weight, one hand furiously working her clit, he leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, turning it into a hardened nub. He was close now, just a few more strokes…
The feeling of Kiba pulsing out his orgasm inside her proved too much for the hyper-sensitive kunoichi, who came right with him, clamping her mouth down where his neck and shoulder met. Kiba pumped into her a few times, finding it difficult to leave her hot love cave, which seemed to be milking every last drop from him.
Arms shaking, he finally dropped on top of her, breathing heavily.
"Ow," he commented, rubbing his neck where she'd bitten him.
She smiled sleepily beneath him, covering the spot with apologetic kisses.
"I've got to mark my territory too, you know."
"You serious?" Kiba pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. "You're really gonna be my girlfriend?"
She smiled at him, "I guess I always was, wasn't I?"