[fic post] All She Needs
Title: All She Needs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairings or Characters: Kiba/Hinata, Naruto/Hinata
Warnings: sexing
Word Count: 1574
Summary: Kiba gives her what Naruto can't.
Author Notes: Second fic written for the kinkmeme. I feel really bad for Kiba in this one. I mean, on one hand, he's having sex with Hinata (and how bad can that be?), and yet he still gets the short end of the stick. I really need to write more happy fics involving Hinata. XD;;
All She Needs
He can always smell her, long before she reaches his door. He can feel her on his doorstep, still not sure if she should ring the bell and go through with it, as he lies half-naked on his bed, holding his breath. He's told her before he doesn't mind that she's attached. He lies that he prefers it this way, and she believes him blindly, knowing that he's the only one she can trust with her needs.
Naruto is sweet, she often tells him. Naruto is loving and kind and dedicated, but he can't give her everything she wants. He isn't lacking in size, but he's too tender, too gentle whenever she can convince him to join her in bed.
Finally the bell rings, and he waits a moment before opening the door. He pretends like he isn't excited, like he hasn't always been waiting for her to come to him.
Naruto is all she ever wanted, he knows as he shoves her up against the door and tugs down her sweats. But Naruto will never be all she needs, and he almost feels guilty about how smug that makes him. He fingers her through the cloth remaining and feels her panties dampen as he runs his free hand through her hair and pulls, exposing her neck to his teeth. The smell of her nearly drowns him as he inhales deep, but he doesn't falter as he presses harder against her slit.
"K-Kiba," she whispers, voice strained. Her fingers scramble to gain purchase against his chest, but he ignores her. She wants him now, and he's already erect, but he will take his time.
He trails his damp fingers from her slit to one of her breasts, kneading it roughly through her sweater. She isn't wearing a bra or her usual fishnet, and he smirks against her neck before removing his teeth and releasing her hair to tug the large jacket high enough to expose her naked chest, but trapping her arms above her head and stealing her of her sight. She whines, reminding him of her need, but he keeps his own pace.
One hand keeping her wrists in place, he brings his mouth to her previously ignored breast and bites down hard on her nipple. He's gotten used to the cries she emits, no longer afraid he's giving her a hurt she doesn't want. He pinches her other areola with his free hand, and this time she only whimpers.
Naruto never touches her like this, she thinks. Like he owns her, like he knows every inch of her skin as well as his own. His tongue is nothing like the one she feels against her nipple now, sending shivers down her back and heat to her belly. He fills her with love, but not with need.
She moans as he spins her around, forcing her hot skin against the cold metal of his apartment door. She is rocked with shivers as her body adjusts to the contrasting temperature as he tears her panties to pieces, leaving her completely underwear-less now. The sweater around her arms and neck and pants around her ankles leave her unable to move without his guidance, and she loves it. She feels his erection pressing against her ass, still confined by his jeans, and she pushes her hips back, urging him on.
"Kiba," she pants, her voice muffled but still crystal clear to his superior senses. He rubs his dick against her, closing his eyes as he leans his forehead against the door beside her elbows. He remembers how frequently he used to jerk off to her, only able to imagine what he now experiences nearly every weekend. He pauses to tug her jacket fully off, but again grabs her wrists to pin them above her head.
"Hinata," he growls against her ear, "Tell me what you want." His chest rumbles against her back as he speaks, and her knees nearly buckle beneath her. "Tell me," he says again, licking around her ear as his fingers trace circles against her hip teasingly.
"Fuck me," she asks weakly.
"Louder," he demands as he unbuttons his pants.
"Kiba, just fuck me," she begs as forcefully as she can.
"Good girl," he smirks, kissing her neck before finding her entrance with his freed cock and thrusting up into her. He hasn't prepared her, so she lets out a cry at the stinging as his dick stretches her walls and forces him deep inside her. He waits a few beats, allowing her a little time to adjust, but begins a quick rhythm before she's fully prepared, dragging more short cries from her throat with every thrust.
Naruto never takes her anywhere but the bed. She tries to encourage him, turn him on in public places so that he'll shove her into a back alley or a bathroom stall and fuck her silly, but he won't touch her until they get back to their shared bedroom. Here, during the nights when no one knows where she's disappeared to, he takes her wherever she wants, which is usually no further than the door or the floor.
Her face is pressed against the door as her hips bounce up and down against him. Her cries are turning into pants as he begins to squeeze her ass harder and harder until she knows he'll leave bruises.
"Shit," he swears and suddenly she's pulled away from the door and she feels him slip out of her before she lands on her back on the floor. He strips her shoes and pants from her ankles frantically, leaving her completely naked now, and she lifts her hips up to meet his as he shoves himself back inside her. This new angle lets him reach much deeper and thrust much faster, and it stings enough to bring tears to her eyes and she welcomes it. Her breasts bounce wildly beneath his chest, no longer pinned between her and the door, and the sudden weight of them tears a gasp from her.
"K-Kiba, ha-harder," she whines, clawing at his back with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other, arching her back as the pain begins to dull. She knows she's close now, the bliss just within her grasp, but she needs him deeper. This time he listens and slows, sitting up and pulling her hips up against him. He places a hand beside her shoulder to hold himself up, takes care to find just the right angle, and thrusts in to the hilt. He grunts at the feeling of being completely enveloped in her heat, and she moans at the sensation of being completely filled.
It takes him only a few more quick thrusts in this position before she's crying out, stars appearing before her eyes as she comes. She shakes and her arms flail about, trying to grab into the floor beneath her, his skin above her, her hair beside her. His thrusts continue through the throes of her orgasm, more noises coming from him now as her walls tighten and ripple against his cock until he looses it, filling her with his seed as his entire body goes rigid.
Naruto has never seen her like this; red faced, chest heaving, limbs splayed about and completely spent. He has seen her smiling gently, cooing softly, but never so contented as she lies now.
Their breathing is the only thing heard throughout his apartment for several minutes as he leans over her, staring into her pupil-less eyes. He'll never say it aloud, but during those few moments of shared silence, his eyes try to convey what she'll never understand.
Eventually he slides out of her, leaving her thighs sticky and raw and hips bruised from where he held on too tight. He pushes himself onto his feet and buttons his pants back up before extending a hand to her. She takes it slowly and he pulls her up, but she's still weak-kneed and has to lean against him. He leads her to the bathroom and helps her clean up until she can stand on her own and he leaves her to gather up her clothes.
He apologizes for her ripped underwear, but she tells him not to worry with that gentle smile of hers. As she gets dressed, he leans against the doorway, not bothering to hide the fact that he's staring. She still blushes, which he doesn't understand after all they've done together, but says nothing. He's incredibly tempted to step forward, strip her again and take her right there, this time gentler with more kisses than bites, but that's not what she wants from him.
She leaves, smelling like sex to his sensitive nose, but he knows no one else will be able to tell unless they shove their face right into her crotch. He walks her to the door and is surprised when she hesitates at his doorstep.
"Thank you Kiba-kun," she whispers before smiling shyly up at him.
"No problem," he replies after a moment, grinning back. They stand there, smiling at each other for a short while before she turns and walks away, back to her boyfriend and their shared apartment.
Naruto will never be all she needs, which is why Hinata comes here almost every weekend. But while Kiba can give her what Naruto can't, he will never be what she wants, and he will never have more than this part of her.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairings or Characters: Kiba/Hinata, Naruto/Hinata
Warnings: sexing
Word Count: 1574
Summary: Kiba gives her what Naruto can't.
Author Notes: Second fic written for the kinkmeme. I feel really bad for Kiba in this one. I mean, on one hand, he's having sex with Hinata (and how bad can that be?), and yet he still gets the short end of the stick. I really need to write more happy fics involving Hinata. XD;;
All She Needs
He can always smell her, long before she reaches his door. He can feel her on his doorstep, still not sure if she should ring the bell and go through with it, as he lies half-naked on his bed, holding his breath. He's told her before he doesn't mind that she's attached. He lies that he prefers it this way, and she believes him blindly, knowing that he's the only one she can trust with her needs.
Naruto is sweet, she often tells him. Naruto is loving and kind and dedicated, but he can't give her everything she wants. He isn't lacking in size, but he's too tender, too gentle whenever she can convince him to join her in bed.
Finally the bell rings, and he waits a moment before opening the door. He pretends like he isn't excited, like he hasn't always been waiting for her to come to him.
Naruto is all she ever wanted, he knows as he shoves her up against the door and tugs down her sweats. But Naruto will never be all she needs, and he almost feels guilty about how smug that makes him. He fingers her through the cloth remaining and feels her panties dampen as he runs his free hand through her hair and pulls, exposing her neck to his teeth. The smell of her nearly drowns him as he inhales deep, but he doesn't falter as he presses harder against her slit.
"K-Kiba," she whispers, voice strained. Her fingers scramble to gain purchase against his chest, but he ignores her. She wants him now, and he's already erect, but he will take his time.
He trails his damp fingers from her slit to one of her breasts, kneading it roughly through her sweater. She isn't wearing a bra or her usual fishnet, and he smirks against her neck before removing his teeth and releasing her hair to tug the large jacket high enough to expose her naked chest, but trapping her arms above her head and stealing her of her sight. She whines, reminding him of her need, but he keeps his own pace.
One hand keeping her wrists in place, he brings his mouth to her previously ignored breast and bites down hard on her nipple. He's gotten used to the cries she emits, no longer afraid he's giving her a hurt she doesn't want. He pinches her other areola with his free hand, and this time she only whimpers.
Naruto never touches her like this, she thinks. Like he owns her, like he knows every inch of her skin as well as his own. His tongue is nothing like the one she feels against her nipple now, sending shivers down her back and heat to her belly. He fills her with love, but not with need.
She moans as he spins her around, forcing her hot skin against the cold metal of his apartment door. She is rocked with shivers as her body adjusts to the contrasting temperature as he tears her panties to pieces, leaving her completely underwear-less now. The sweater around her arms and neck and pants around her ankles leave her unable to move without his guidance, and she loves it. She feels his erection pressing against her ass, still confined by his jeans, and she pushes her hips back, urging him on.
"Kiba," she pants, her voice muffled but still crystal clear to his superior senses. He rubs his dick against her, closing his eyes as he leans his forehead against the door beside her elbows. He remembers how frequently he used to jerk off to her, only able to imagine what he now experiences nearly every weekend. He pauses to tug her jacket fully off, but again grabs her wrists to pin them above her head.
"Hinata," he growls against her ear, "Tell me what you want." His chest rumbles against her back as he speaks, and her knees nearly buckle beneath her. "Tell me," he says again, licking around her ear as his fingers trace circles against her hip teasingly.
"Fuck me," she asks weakly.
"Louder," he demands as he unbuttons his pants.
"Kiba, just fuck me," she begs as forcefully as she can.
"Good girl," he smirks, kissing her neck before finding her entrance with his freed cock and thrusting up into her. He hasn't prepared her, so she lets out a cry at the stinging as his dick stretches her walls and forces him deep inside her. He waits a few beats, allowing her a little time to adjust, but begins a quick rhythm before she's fully prepared, dragging more short cries from her throat with every thrust.
Naruto never takes her anywhere but the bed. She tries to encourage him, turn him on in public places so that he'll shove her into a back alley or a bathroom stall and fuck her silly, but he won't touch her until they get back to their shared bedroom. Here, during the nights when no one knows where she's disappeared to, he takes her wherever she wants, which is usually no further than the door or the floor.
Her face is pressed against the door as her hips bounce up and down against him. Her cries are turning into pants as he begins to squeeze her ass harder and harder until she knows he'll leave bruises.
"Shit," he swears and suddenly she's pulled away from the door and she feels him slip out of her before she lands on her back on the floor. He strips her shoes and pants from her ankles frantically, leaving her completely naked now, and she lifts her hips up to meet his as he shoves himself back inside her. This new angle lets him reach much deeper and thrust much faster, and it stings enough to bring tears to her eyes and she welcomes it. Her breasts bounce wildly beneath his chest, no longer pinned between her and the door, and the sudden weight of them tears a gasp from her.
"K-Kiba, ha-harder," she whines, clawing at his back with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other, arching her back as the pain begins to dull. She knows she's close now, the bliss just within her grasp, but she needs him deeper. This time he listens and slows, sitting up and pulling her hips up against him. He places a hand beside her shoulder to hold himself up, takes care to find just the right angle, and thrusts in to the hilt. He grunts at the feeling of being completely enveloped in her heat, and she moans at the sensation of being completely filled.
It takes him only a few more quick thrusts in this position before she's crying out, stars appearing before her eyes as she comes. She shakes and her arms flail about, trying to grab into the floor beneath her, his skin above her, her hair beside her. His thrusts continue through the throes of her orgasm, more noises coming from him now as her walls tighten and ripple against his cock until he looses it, filling her with his seed as his entire body goes rigid.
Naruto has never seen her like this; red faced, chest heaving, limbs splayed about and completely spent. He has seen her smiling gently, cooing softly, but never so contented as she lies now.
Their breathing is the only thing heard throughout his apartment for several minutes as he leans over her, staring into her pupil-less eyes. He'll never say it aloud, but during those few moments of shared silence, his eyes try to convey what she'll never understand.
Eventually he slides out of her, leaving her thighs sticky and raw and hips bruised from where he held on too tight. He pushes himself onto his feet and buttons his pants back up before extending a hand to her. She takes it slowly and he pulls her up, but she's still weak-kneed and has to lean against him. He leads her to the bathroom and helps her clean up until she can stand on her own and he leaves her to gather up her clothes.
He apologizes for her ripped underwear, but she tells him not to worry with that gentle smile of hers. As she gets dressed, he leans against the doorway, not bothering to hide the fact that he's staring. She still blushes, which he doesn't understand after all they've done together, but says nothing. He's incredibly tempted to step forward, strip her again and take her right there, this time gentler with more kisses than bites, but that's not what she wants from him.
She leaves, smelling like sex to his sensitive nose, but he knows no one else will be able to tell unless they shove their face right into her crotch. He walks her to the door and is surprised when she hesitates at his doorstep.
"Thank you Kiba-kun," she whispers before smiling shyly up at him.
"No problem," he replies after a moment, grinning back. They stand there, smiling at each other for a short while before she turns and walks away, back to her boyfriend and their shared apartment.
Naruto will never be all she needs, which is why Hinata comes here almost every weekend. But while Kiba can give her what Naruto can't, he will never be what she wants, and he will never have more than this part of her.