kiba || "damn dog"; fame<infamy
Clinging to Kiba tightly, you shifted and groaned as he held you, sharp teeth digging into the crook of your shoulder. You pushed his hood down by the matted faux fur in an attempt to soothe your constant nervous energy. What little left of his face you could see were those claret triangles starting at his cheekbones and tapering off before his jaw, but his messy brown locks tickled the back of your neck and the side of your jaw. It didn’t matter right now how you felt romantically about the shinobi; what mattered at the moment was how long you craved this, how much you needed him right now. “K—Kiba, shit,” your voice undulated quietly, starting off at a normal volume and retreating quickly.
“What? What’s wrong?” He broke off abruptly, the animalistic expression sliding off of his face. “You okay?” Those deep brown eyes of his… A wave of self-awareness hit you yet again and you took in your position: your friend slash rival holding you up against him by the ass and thighs, his palms—larger than yours—pressed to the small of your back to pull you closer, carrying you to another room to blow your back out, stopped to make sure you were alright. Fuck, this was too much to handle… You were sure your face started to heat up again. “(Y/n)? Don’t stroke out on me… We can stop, if you want.”
“I’m… I’m fine, don’t worry, just…” You averted your gaze. This was embarrassing, and even more shameful was how inflammatory your pride always proved to be. The two of you were friends, why were you filled with chagrin? God, the way he looked at you right now, eyes glazed over with lust and concern… You closed your eyes and inhaled, exhaling through your nose. “It just feels good, is all,” you mumbled with the smallest grin you could muster, refusing to look at him.
His furrowed brow and frown parted swiftly to make way for that trademark smirk. “Yeah, we are pretty good, aren’t we,” he teased lowly, adjusting his grip on your flank as he latched back onto your collarbone, leaving hickeys for days to come, you were sure of it. You chose to ignore his use of the pronoun we , seeing as he was… just one person, because you were currently more focused on the task at hand. Your digits fumbled for the zipper to his coat, trying to push it off as fast as you could without getting stuck; arousal really scrambled your senses. Kiba’s lean torso, toned from taijutsu and practice with Akamaru, practically radiated heat.
In some subconscious desire for warmth, you dug your nails into his back, pressing yourself closer, but the lower his lips traveled, the needier you felt. Kiba let out a gentle whine—you were straddling him, and he still hadn’t put you down yet, the friction between your legs meeting his. The shinobi lifted the fabric of your top over your head, and you unclasped the padding he wore over his tight mesh shirt. He fumbled with your fly, eventually tugging off your pants before he wriggled out of his own, leaving him in patterned boxers with a noticeable bulge. You thumbed the taut muscle of his abdomen, rubbing small circles right where your thighs met his stomach, before tightening your grip and adjusting your position against his junk. Kiba hesitated, mumbling something into the skin of your shoulder. “Do you like that?” It sounded different when you said it, sounded a bit more needy than seductive yet still retaining a slight tone of arrogance.
“Sh—shut up,” he mutters, face aflame, pressing slightly chapped lips to your jaw, “I’ve just been thinking about this for a while,” before silencing you again. God, he’s so close. There’s so much of him here. It’ll be hard to get his taste out of your mouth later on. You reckon you’ll end up smelling like him for a while—that distinct scent of dog mixed with the forest. Maybe something only he could detect, maybe something Shikamaru and Hinata and the others would pick up on, but whatever it was, you didn’t mind. It wasn’t great, but you liked it enough. Your head tilts as Kiba opens his mouth just a little, and your fingers sift through his soft hair, running it ragged and messing it up even further. He sets you down on the arm of the couch, and it seems like he had wanted to do the same to your hair for a while, pulling it out of its ponytail and casting aside your headband. You tear his out of the knot with swift precision, and it falls to the ground unnoticed. “And I think you want this just as much as I do,” he growls into your lips, half-lidded eyes maybe even more enticing than his full-blown lust-filled ones.
As your back slid onto the pillows of the couch, Kiba kissed you hard, pulling your thighs back to either side of him. A familiar bark came from your left, and a white flash bounded towards the shinobi, nuzzling his side. “Hey, Akamaru,” he says in the same husky tone with a grin that made your insides turn, reaching under the arch of your back to unclasp your bra, but you stopped his larger hand. “Huh? You good?”
You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. It was rather difficult to reconcile the unease of the dog’s innocent gaze with the way your fellow shinobi’s eyes made your lower region ache. “Are… are you sure we should do this in front of Akamaru…?”
He sits up, straddling you with your legs splayed open; you notice he’s starting to soften. “Huh—? Wait, what? Why not?”
“Kiba…” Was he serious? This felt… wrong, on so many levels. “Look, even though I may be more of a cat person, I don’t hate dogs, but even then, I… He’s… I’m not going to fuck you while your dog watches us. Hell, if he’s even in the room, I... I just don’t think I can.”
Something replaces the spark in his deep brown eyes. “What the hell, (Y/n)? You know Akamaru is like a part of me. He’s not just my dog, he’s my best friend.”
“Okay, that’s it. You’re not going on some diatribe about this.” You wriggled out from beneath him, trying to ignore your dripping arousal. It was dead now. The dog had so unknowingly killed the mood. “I know virginity is a construct or whatever, but losing mine means a lot to me. I’m not going to do it in front of Akamaru.” You shrugged on the closest articles of clothing you could find and fixed up your hair, half-heartedly tying your shoes. “Sorry, Kiba. See you when I see you, I guess.”
“Wait, (Y/n)—”
The door closed.
Kiba bit his lip. It all happened so fast… Akamaru looked up at him with literal puppy dog eyes. “No, it’s not your fault, buddy,” he sighed, scratching him behind the ears. The white dog attempted to snuggle against his abdomen, but the memories of your touch there and its lasting effects only minutes ago flashed through his head like poison. How you groaned against him… the way you rubbed circles with your thumb, but also the way you used your palm to get up and walk away. Kiba gently pushed away the canine, who gazed at him with an almost wounded expression. “Sorry, Akamaru, not there,” he explained, somewhat unsure as to whether or not the animal understood the concept of an awkward boner. “I’m… going to go take care of this, but I’ll be back.”
After the haze cleared, Kiba went to pick up his clothes, before realizing you had left your jacket. You had his coat and your pants and shirt, but you left your dumb jacket. That one ridiculous too-big jacket you had worn every day for years, the stupid way it made you look so small and cute when you were kids but especially now. He picked it up, smoothing it over. It… had your scent. The forest. Like grass before it rains and freshly whittled wood chips. Akamaru made his way over and habitually sniffed it, turning to the door. Like he needed another reminder that you were gone. What should he do? Get it back to you? God, what had even happened? One moment, he was out with a few friends, the next the two of you were going back to his place. Then, you were gone. With his clothes. You must have picked up the wrong jacket in your aggravation. Damn, he ruined it all with you… but wait, what exactly did he ruin?
For some reason, he felt the urge to put it on. To envelop himself in your scent. So he did, and it was more powerful than ever. This was what you wore whenever you trained or just sat in the forest for hours on end, whittling away at any stick you could find that was decently uniform in width. God, the years he had spent pining… all for nothing. Because Akamaru meant so much to him that he just couldn’t tolerate your dismissal of him. The shinobi fell flat on his back on the couch with yet another sigh, wrapped in your oversized coat that just… happened to be exactly his size, God, this was awful…
Shikamaru was exactly where he expected—lying down on that bench, staring at the clouds. It was a beautiful day, and his friend had the slightest smile on his face. He had one of those constant expressions that made it a little difficult to tell whether or not he was sleeping with his eyes open. Kiba walked over. “Can I sit here?”
“Yeah,” the chunin moved over slightly. “What’s got you down?”
The dog owner started. “Excuse me?”
“I said, what’s got you down? What’s wrong?” Shikamaru propped himself up a little with his forearm. “Akamaru’s not here. You’re usually off in the woods training with him, not sitting around and watching the clouds. So what’s with you?”
“Just…” Kiba’s gaze lowered. “Just girl problems.”
He exhaled probably louder than Kiba had ever heard. “Ugh… what a drag. Want to talk about it? I’ve got to warn you, though—if you want advice, all I can tell you is this.” Shikamaru sat up, posture abandoned, his thumbs and digits pressed together in a circle between his knees, before turning to stare pointedly at Kiba, one finger extended. “Don’t bother. Women are insane and terrifying. It’s seriously a drag. If one already controls you, you’re done for.” Having made his mildly chauvinistic point, Shikamaru let himself fall back into his former relaxed position.
“Too late, I guess.” Kiba ran a hand through shaggy hair not quite covered by your jacket as well as his did. “She’s… I don’t know.”
“Not a good sign.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I know. She’s a hurricane… It’s a complicated situation.”
Shikamaru ‘tch’ed. “Try me, dog boy. I’m lazy, not stupid.”
“I’ve always really liked her, but never knew how to bring it up. So I was just kind of friends with her, but also kind of rivals. Nothing like Naruto and Sasuke, but pretty volatile. So what happened was that I was out with a few friends. Mainly Kurenai and the rest of our team, but also a few other people. She’s there.” Kiba leans back, staring at the clouds as they pass by. “We start to argue about a few things. It gets pretty heated. Everyone else goes home at some point or another, and then we… we end up going back to my place.”
The shadow ninja opened an eye. “Wait. Wait, seriously? You really…? Way to go, man. Uh, congratulations, I guess.” He shook Kiba’s hand awkwardly.
“Well…” he sighed. “We’re both, uh… ready, and then Akamaru comes over and says hi. Y’know, how he usually…” Kiba trailed off, instinctually moving his hand to where your hands had tugged at his scalp. “How he usually does. Um, she gets super uncomfortable. Saying how she doesn’t think we should do it in front of him. Like he’s just some dog, but he’s not. So I say that he’s more than a dog, he’s my best friend, and she freaks out. She says she’s not going to let me go on a diatribe, whatever that means, and that losing her virginity is important to her, and then she takes my coat and leaves. And I haven’t seen her since.”
“A diatribe is like a rant, dumbass.” Shikamaru stared up at the sky. “And—and seriously? Seriously? That’s what happened?” Kiba narrowed his eyes, looking over at the shadow ninja. “What are you worried about? It’s not like I know anything about women, but she clearly likes you for more than scratching an itch. Besides, would you have sex with her in front of Shino or Hinata?”
“I… Well…” Kiba blanched. “No, but I mas—I, uh… No. You’re right.”
“Is she as close to Akamaru as you are?”
“No, but—”
“So would you fuck her in front of someone you’re not as close to? Say, Sasuke?”
“No, defini—oh. I get it.” The dog owner dragged his hands down his face. “Damn it.”
“Go tell (Y/n) you like her.” Shikamaru gestured vaguely, already annoyed. “Then you can finally bone and get out of my hair. I shouldn’t have to get you to connect these dots. It’s such a drag.”
Kiba had never felt more relieved and confused at the same time. “Hold on—how did you know it was (Y/n)?”
“She told me. Plus, you’re wearing each other’s jackets.” The dark-haired ninja settled his hands under his head. “Damn, you’re both useless about feelings. Just be yourselves, it’s all so stupid.”
“Thanks, Shikamaru.”
“No problem.” He closed his eyes again. “Wait, were you going to say that you masturbate in front of your—?”
The genin was gone.
“Damn, it’s a miracle she likes that guy,” he muttered to himself, before settling in for a nap.
“C’mon, Akamaru!” Kiba hollered, falling in line with his best friend before starting to run around, looking for you. “We’re gonna find her!” The dog barked in agreement.
You opened the door, slipping on your sandals. God, you felt like shit, and you really couldn’t tell if Kiba’s jacket was making you feel better or worse. Because on one hand, his scent was comforting even when you weren’t irreverently horny, but on the other hand, you missed him. You missed hugging him before all of this happened, you missed the smell of dog and the woods, and pressing your face to the fur lining was almost too much to handle. It was so warm… Kiba was just someone you enjoyed being around, and of course you had to ruin it. You didn’t really feel bad about why you left, just that you did. You winced at the memory of Akamaru’s wide eyes and open mouth, looking so innocent and unsuspecting. It would be… a bit much if that was how you lost your virginity.
Whatever… you shouldn’t be thinking about that. It was just… time to get groceries.
And then a giant dog slammed into you.
“Fuck! What the hell—?” It started to lick your neck and face without reprieve, and you started laughing without thinking. You weren’t the biggest fan of expressing that way in front of other people, especially in public, because you tried to keep a mildly stoic or at least snarky persona, but it was so unexpected that you kept giggling as the canine attacked you with kisses. “Aw, who’s a good p—hold up... Akamaru?”
He paused, tail wagging like an electronic metronome in a thunderstorm, head cocked as he looked down at you. So it was Akamaru. Your eyes widened. Then that means—
“Sorry, he gets excited—oh. Hey.” Kiba swallowed audibly. Akamaru turned around and rubbed against his leg. Your old friend held out his hand, and without thinking, you took it and stood up. “He always did like you a lot.”
“You guys have that in common, right?” You crossed your arms against your chest, one eyebrow quirked. Kiba’s gaze flew up to meet yours, cheeks red even around the claret triangles he usually had there, gaping a little. It was cute. He was cute. Fuck, you missed him. “I talked to Shikamaru, if you’re wondering how I knew. He told you I feel the same way, right?” Kiba nodded rather slowly. “I went out to get groceries, but I should tell you… I’m sorry. About what happened last time. I know he means a lot to you, and I was just saying I didn’t want him in the room, not that I think he’s just a dog to you.”
“Nah, it’s… it’s fine.” He scratched behind Akamaru’s ears. “I realized it must have been pretty weird, ‘cause you’re not used to being around him all the time. So if...” Kiba rubbed his elbow through your jacket, avoiding your gaze. “...if you want to start something, I can… keep him in another room when we… uh…”
“You know what?” You felt the corners of your mouth curve upwards. “I’d like that.”