Smut Warning

Upon returning home, Kiba made short work of relieving himself. After reporting in, he excused himself as soon as possible back home, claiming he needed a shower. And he did, desperately. He needed to wash this feeling off. It wasn't often that he felt dirty, but it did mildly pain him to envision his teammate like this. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last time, but when it happened, guilt washed over him. She was so innocent, so precious, so out of his league. It felt silly to even attempt to fantasize about those things. She was an heiress, and he was the dog boy. But he couldn't block it out.

So, he went home, took care of his business, showered, and tried his best to shake off this crazy feeling. Again.

The same day, Hinata went home, confused. She wondered if Kiba was mad. Throughout the mission, he was acting strange. She contemplated whether it was she who was angering him. When they curled up into him at night, he was tense. Every other mission, he was relaxed, dead asleep, unable to be woken by Shino and Akamaru's abhorrent snoring. But the entire mission, it seemed like he had no sleep at all. So, when she got back to her unit, she sent a message to Kiba and Shino, offering for them to come for dinner.

She wasn't the best chef, but she would try to host them for the first time in a few months. As she worked diligently in the kitchen, she heard her doorbell. Quickly, she ran to answer and found Shino, Kiba, and Akamaru waiting.

"Hey hey." Kiba spoke casually, he and Akamaru letting themselves in. She smiled at them, then turned to Shino.

"Please, come in." She waved in Shino, always mindful of manners.

"Thank you." Shino walked in coolly, taking his usual seat at the bar.

"Need any help?" Kiba asked, stepping directly into the kitchen. "This is burning, you know that, right? I could smell it a mile away."

Hinata gasped, rushing over to the burning pan. Kiba let out a chuckle as he shut off the burner, working quickly to right her mistakes. "Oh, shoot." Hinata whispered, rummaging for a new pan.

"Here." Kiba had already grabbed a new pan, the layout of her kitchen already memorized. He grinned as she reluctantly took it, enjoying seeing his teammate almost back to normal. "Let me help."

"No, I'm suppos-"

"Hinata." Kiba cut her off with a raised hand before getting to work. Hinata relaxed her shoulders and let her face soften.

"You know how Kiba is." Shino spoke softly, raising his eyebrows towards Kiba. Hinata giggled, nodding.

One of Kiba's favorite hobbies was cooking, this behavior was completely normal for him. And he really loved cooking with Hinata. She often messed things up, just as she had done now, but part of the fun was impressing her, helping her, doing it together. She was patient and always quick to compliment him; it was a comfortable area for him. She always acted like it was a bother for him to help her, but she, too, loved it when he stepped in to cook with her. Many nights of standing side by side, washing and cutting vegetables, him nudging her side with his elbow, helping her get bowls down from up high, Akamaru weaving between them to pick up scraps. Despite doing most of the cooking, Kiba always helped with clean up as well. To be fair, so did Shino when he visited as well. Hinata felt very fortunate for her team, "our boys" as Kurenai often referred to them.

Once dinner was ready and they were seated, the team engaged in polite conversation at first, then worked into possible upcoming missions, and as usual, Kiba eventually landed on village gossip. Shino always lowered his eyes at this type of chatter, but never stopped it. It was, admittedly, their guilty pleasure. They exchanged tidbits of information and laughter before wrapping up with some sake. They all got up to tidy the kitchen with alcohol pumping through their veins. Shino was even loosening up enough to let out a chuckle when Akamaru head butted Kiba hard enough to tumble after he teased the poor dog with the last bit of meat.

With the kitchen clean, Kiba brought the sake to the couch and indicated for his team to join him. Hinata let herself fall next to him, but Shino raised a hand and shook his head.

"I should be going."

"Man, really?" Kiba pouted, pouring another shot of sake, and then wiggling it in front of Shino as if to tempt him. Again, Shino shook his head.

"Thank you for dinner, Hinata...and Kiba."

"Of course." Hinata smiled, getting up to walk Shino out. "Goodnight, Shino."

Shino nodded, bowing towards Akamaru and took his leave, letting Hinata gently shut the door behind him. She turned reluctantly to meet Kiba's eyes. He noted her pink cheeks, warm with the effects of alcohol. She was certainly a light weight compared to him, he definitely had a few more than her and could already see her looking a bit wobbly. He frowned, reviewing his possible actions as heat built in his stomach. It was probably best he leave.

"Well, I should probably head out as well..." He averted his eyes when he noticed her frown. Unfortunately, the sake was dampening his sense of smell.

"Oh, really?" The disappointment in her voice was unmistakable. Did she really want him to stay? He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, glancing at the sake, then back to Hinata. She was back to her old ways, tapping the tips of her fingers together as she looked down. The tension in the room was thick and Kiba couldn't help but wonder if it was sexual in nature.

"Uh, well, I dunno." He admitted, eyes still locked on her to pick up her lead. She was so hesitant, but so was he. Things had never been this tense between them, they had always been so comfortable with each other. But there was something else, and he knew what it was from his perspective. He was just having a hard time knowing if it was reciprocated.

"Well, I-I was actually thinking you might stay..."

"I can, if you want me to." His voice lowered but he was frozen in place on the couch. She finally lifted her head to look at him, and he searched her expression for any sign.

"I do."

He forced his shoulders down, willing himself to relax. Finally, he slouched a bit before grabbing the shot he poured Shino and downing it. He leaned back and kicked up his feet. "Then I will."

Her sigh of relief was enough for him as she returned to her seat on the couch. "Thank you."

"No sweat." He forced a casual tone before getting back up. "Whatcha wanna watch?"

As the credits of the movie they were watching came on, Kiba was painfully aware of how close and cuddled up they had become. Hinata was practically draped around him. This had always been a somewhat normal occurrence. They had become very comfortable with each other, to the point that this wasn't out of the blue. But something was different. He focused all of his will on his sense of smell, trying to pick up any hints from her. Then it hit him like a truck. Oxytocin. This wasn't unusual, especially when cuddling, but the sheer amount she was emitting was…a bit more.

"Hinata?" He choked out, pulling his head back a bit to look at her face. When she looked up at him, her eyes were hooded, cheeks pink, lips parted.

Oh fuck.

"Hmm?" She hummed dreamily, her lips turning into a small smile. His heart beat quickened.

"Uh-are you alright?"

She nodded softly, scanning his face now. His eyes were wide, eyebrows pulled together in concern. Her bottom lip retreated between her teeth and he could have turned into a puddle right then. Then, she was bold. She wiggled out of his arms and then pulled his elbows to get him laying down on the couch with her. He was like a doll now, letting her move him wherever she pleased, until they were laying next to each other on their sides, face to face. He struggled to remember to breath as she pulled her hands up to rest on his chest. When she nuzzled closer to rest her forehead against his, he audibly gulped.

Do something.

"Hinata?"

"Could you hold me, Kiba?"

As if she had cast some sort of possession jutsu on him, he instantaneously wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, and damn it, it felt right. When she let a small, breathy moan slip as he gripped her, he felt his pants tighten. Worried, he looked over her expression and felt relieved at the look of happiness on her face, her eyes fluttering closed. He scanned his brain, wondering if any of this was real. Then, carefully, he placed a kiss on the tip of her nose to test the waters. When she let out an adorable giggle, the knots in his stomach finally began to loosen.

Then she pulled her face to line up with his, and he could feel her short breaths against his lips. They were so close he could practically feel them against his own. And he couldn't take it anymore.

He pulled her even closer, if that was possible, and slid his lips over hers. It was gentle at first, gauging her reaction. When her hand slipped around to the back of his neck and her leg pulled up around his hip, he let loose. He gripped his fingertips into her waist and kissed her as deeply as possible, desperate to keep this moment going in case it was just fantasy. A muffled moan escaped her between them and the heat in his stomach began to build rapidly. His mind went cloudy when she opened her lips, allowing him free access to explore.

And he almost lost control when he felt her lower body gently rock into him. Swiftly, he flipped them so that he was on top of her, a knee between her legs and arms tightly secured in her waist. Her tiny squeal encouraged him further, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth, and damnit if she didn't taste as sweet as he imagined. He was close to blacking out, every bit of will power keeping him from tearing off her clothes and taking her. Her fingers threaded through the back of his hair, and he let out an involuntary groan when her fingernails gently scraped at the back of his skull. She must have taken note, as she responded by continuing the motion, and Kiba finally pulled back, causing her to gasp.

"Hinata," he choked out, blinking quickly to readjust his eyes on her. It pained him to see the concerned look on her face, but he pushed forward. "I'm loving this, I really fucking am-" a smile formed on her lips "-but, i-if we continue like this-" he gestured downwards at their linked bodies, and he clenched his teeth at the breathy giggle she gave "-I-I'm gonna lose it."

She leaned up to plant a soft kiss on his lips and he couldn't help but let a sigh escape into her before she pulled back. She cleared her throat then pressed her fingertips into a massaging motion against the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, choking back another groan. Her touch was like heaven. Finally, she whispered, "I want that."

And it was all he needed. At her signal, he instantly pulled her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, raising to stand with her. He fervently rushed them to her bed and dropped her, getting to work pulling off her sweater and shirt. He reveled in her quiet gasps and giggles, placing kisses on every inch of her skin as he worked off her pants. When she was down to her underwear, he willed himself to pause to take her in. Her soft, creamy skin begged for his fangs to slide over it. His fingertips were buried into the cushion of her hips, she was so beautifully curvy. He allowed her to pull him in for another kiss, running a hand up her back and firmly hold the back of her head, pulling on her hair gently to coax her mouth open just a bit more. His other hand squeezed more tightly at her moan, and he darted his tongue between her lips again. Another groan escaped him when her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into her. Deciding to tease her just a bit more, he gently rocked his groin into hers, letting the rough material of his pants, bulging with his hardness behind it, rub against the thin fabric of her panties.

She did say she wanted it.

"K-Kiba-" she stuttered out as his rocking became more desperate. He loved the way his name sounded from her lips. He pulled his mouth from hers and trailed kisses from her chin, down her jaw, to her neck. To leave a mark, or not to leave a mark. When she pushed her hips into his and gently tugged the back of his hair, she decided for him. He sunk his teeth into her, eliciting her highest moan yet and a firm yank on his hair. He fucking loved it.

"O-oh-" she gasped as his mouth slowly retreated from her neck to get a look at his handy work. His mark on Hinata Hyūga. It was a damn fever dream. Then he darted his eyes over her face, pleased with her look of longing.

"Is that good?" He whispered, pulling the hand that was holding the back of her head to the front, gently brushing strands of hair from her flushed face. She quickly nodded, and his hand snaked behind her again to swiftly unclasp her bra, instantly letting her breasts fall free. One of her hands shot to her chest, keeping the bra from slipping off completely, and he gave her a questioning look.

"K-Kiba-" she stuttered, her face beginning to burn hot again, "you're not-I mean, well, you're fully dressed..."

Kiba grinned down at her and let out a chuckle before bending in to bring her in for another kiss, gently yanking away the material from her fingers to leave her chest bare. He pulled away carefully and caught her eyes with his. He spoke lovingly, "this is about you, Hinata." And with that, he trailed kisses down her neck, reaching her chest and willing himself not to ogle just yet. He took in her scent, chest heaving up and down, thighs tightening around him. Her scent was just about the most euphoric thing he had ever inhaled at this point, and the combination of serotonin, dopamine, and oxytocin were enough to get him high.

He trailed his free hand down her stomach while lifting to admire her. Her breasts were huge, soft, and pillowy, just like he imagined them. They clung to her skin, and he forced himself to wait a moment before swooping down to catch one of her nipples with his mouth. He carefully slid his hand into her panties and let an audible groan slip out of him at her heat. She was soaking, hot and ready, and it was the most magnificent thing he had ever felt. He gently traced his tongue around her nipple, taking in every noise and movement she made as he did so. Her hips bucked, her breathing became faster, her moans were desperate and high-pitched. His name on her lips, over and over. He didn't want her to stop, ever.

He circled her clit with his finger while carefully taking her nipple between his teeth, and she buried her fingers in his hair, involuntarily gripping, much to his satisfaction. Her hips ground into his fingers and he let out a quiet chuckle as he worked on her, causing her to gasp.

"Please, stop t-teasing me-" she huffed, digging her nails into his scalp. He grinned with her nipple between his teeth, raising his eyes to get a glimpse of her. Hinata had her face buried into the blanket underneath her, biting the fabric and it was almost enough to get him to pull her onto his cock and fuck her as much as she, or he, wanted. But he restrained and pulled his mouth from her breast, sliding his tongue down her navel until he reached her panty line. Swiftly, he pulled them off and finally had a bare Hinata in front of him, writhing with need. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure it was all real. He swooped down and caught her earlobe in his mouth.

"Yes, princess," he whispered directly in her ear, causing her lower half to lift upwards into his fingers. Then, he plunged a finger inside of her, coating it with her juices. She let out her loudest cry yet, clenching her eyes closed as she balled one fist up with the blanket. He used his other hand to grasp her chin, pulling her face to meet his. Shocked, she slowly opened her eyes to meet his lust-filled ones, one hand working on her cunt and the other commanding her attention. He smirked down at her then pulled her in for a quick, eager kiss, before pulling away to look down at her once more. "Do you like that?"

"O-oh-" she gasped, sucking in her lips as heat crept up over her cheeks. Then, he abruptly stopped pumping his finger in her and she whined. He rubbed his thumb along her jaw as he leaned in close, lips against her ear.

"Tell me." His low, breathy voice caught her off guard and her hips bucked again against his hand.

"I-I love it-" she managed to choke out, desperate, and he rewarded her by slipping in another finger, getting back to work. She cried out, and he slipped the hand from her jaw to around her waist, pulling her into him again. "Oh, p-please!"

"Good girl," he hissed into her neck, taking care to leave a matching mark on the other side. She let out another cry as he curled his fingers, stroking her inner walls. He gently started stroking the nub of her clit with his thumb as his fingers pumped in and out. When he felt her clench around his fingers, he let out another breathy chuckle, working faster now. "Cum for me, princess."

It was only in his wildest dreams that he would be able to mutter those words. And here she was, wiggling underneath him, crying his name, begging him, submissive in all the ways he imagined. He felt as though he might cum himself as she shoved her groin into him, nails embedded in his neck and back, her body tensing beneath him. When he felt her swell around his fingers and clench her legs around him, he was close himself, but held back. He slowed his pace gradually, letting her catch her breath as her body collapsed into the bed. Her arms fell, her feet planted on the floor after her legs unwound from him, and her head relaxed, breathing heavily. He gently pulled his fingers from inside of her, letting her watch as he sucked her juices from them. Her quiet gasp and giggle were enough for him, but he genuinely loved tasting her. She covered her mouth as she watched him, red overtaking her skin again.

As he pulled the last finger from his mouth, he leaned into her ear again, placing a soft kiss on her lobe before whispering, "you taste fucking amazing, Hinata." Her wiggling body was enough response for him, and he promptly slid off of the bed, kneeling in front of her. She immediately shot up, pulling her legs together as he placed his hands on her knees. He smirked up at her, placing a kiss on each thigh before continuing. "Don't worry. I think you've had enough." She sucked in her lips, eyes wide with anticipation as spoke. He caressed her calves gently, eyes locked with hers as she sat anxiously. Then, he finally spoke, worry betraying his voice, "was it okay?"

Her breath caught at the question, then she let out a giggle. He squinted his eyes at her, fingers stopping. She nodded her head and placed her hands on his cheeks, leaning in to plant a kiss on his forehead. He growled quietly as she did, eyebrows raised expectantly. "It was-it was perfect, Kiba."

At her words, he leapt forward, tackling her back into the bed, causing another eruption of giggles.

It made his heart soar.

He curled up into her, arms around her waist and cheek resting on her chest. When she returned the embrace, his breathing shuddered. "I'm still naked..."

"Mhm." He hummed with contentment before pulling her throw over her body. He closed his eyes, tracing small circles into her smooth skin. "Get some rest, Hina."