#also just feeling a lot of feelings for her too đ„ș
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â Aquarius moon femmes tend to be more masculine/tomboyish whether it be their personality or fashion sense they prefer loose fitting clothes. They have this nonchalantness/offstandish energy about them, they also are very sensitive and receptive to energies around them esp after one on one interactions but surprisingly do very well w online interactionsđthey could feel like their personality shines brighter online than irl
â 12th ruler in 7th natal partners could have animosity towards you esp if you prefer men they tend to have secret intentions/lives
â Sagittarius in your natal chart is where you tell the best stories, and gemini can show where others ask for advice/tell their best stories to you(and lowkey try to impress you)
âïž in 1st -you ARE the story, thereâs never a dull moment ,so many memories are made w you, many stories where you had to be reminded that your that GIRL/GUYâš (esp by your guides)
âïž in 8th- they articulate their trauma very well, the ones that talk openly about their abuse, lots of near-death stories, surgery stories that they almost didnât make it out of, thieving stories
âïž in 11th- the type to bring their friends into every situation/story, most likely to do the best story time vids online, their stories can be eye opening for the collective, people love when they predict the future, stories about the future/goals of humanity, evolution stories, stories about you gaining independence(just like 1st)
âïž in 12th- they love to hear about your dreams and conspiracies, they love when you talk about your insecurities and spill your own secrets, your paranormal experiences and things about past lives
âïž in 2nd- they love to tell you how hard they work for their assets, âYou know I havenât told anyone this but I feel like I can trust you.â They donât mind telling you about their illegal activities, people have a tendency to think you took something from them, they come to you for advice on how to approach situations
âïž in 5th- the type to have kids come up to them and all their parents business (4th house also), the best childhood memory stories, people try to impress you w their sex stories , they come to you for advice on sex and love matters also, asking for your opinion w fashion & aesthetics, you make them want to try new thingsđ„”
â Taurus in the 3rd/4th find it hard to leave their family/home
â Sending love out to Venus in Pisces/12th house natals yâall are what fairytales are made ofđ„ș just being in your presence is healing even tho they feel sometimes their deepness and devotion isnât reciprocated at times idk who needed to hear this but your loving energy transcends the physical barriers you could do a lot of energy work on the other side w/o even realizing it esp while sleepingđ§Ą
â I feel bad for Chloe because w that Gemini mars baby everybody always gonna think you doing too muchđ unti you donât do enough & theyâll still be mad
Finding out Lil uzi has a Gemini mars sent međ it reminds of them vids of their security guard trying to keep up w them while they jump all over the placeđșđœ
â Sag moon children mom was in her hoe phase when u were conceived. Partying/traveling/drinking/learning was prominent for her at the time
Venus in natal can show you why others envy you
â in 2nd- they envy how consistently you upkeep yourself, they see how much money you put into yourself to look good, they hate how materially abundant you are, how easily you make money from your talents/assets, they envy your sugar daddy/baby energy
â in 4th- they envy how abundant your family/ancestry is, they envy your mom/your motherly skills, how easily you make a house feel like home, how rich your inner world is, your decoration sense, how easily youâll be remembered after passing/leaving home, how easily you make money from home
â in 8th- they envy how easily others trust you esp w their money & possessions, how beautifully you shed your skin in transformations, sugarbaby placement, how magnetic you are, how easily people become obsessed w you, your way of love making/showing love/spoiling others or vise versa
â in 12th- a lot of people donât even realize that they envy you/ subconsciously send you evil eye, you provoke their hidden desires(this place def has lots of people in their circle wishing on their downfall) they envy how content you are with yourself /and how youâve healed yourself , your music taste
â Prominent Virgo in natal stay cleaning up other peopleâs đ©đ like literally tho at some point in your life youâve had to be some type of caretaker ie. animals, elderly, babies. But đ© is more prominent/consistent in your life
But if ur a pet owner or caretaker in general you know that a lot of times the only way they can communicate whatâs going on w their body Is through their bowel movements so itâs a blessing and a curse cuz itâs not like your obsessed with đ© (unlessđ) but you kinda have to beđ
â Every time I have prominent 8th synastry esp moon/mars we always have đ©ž sex eventually đ§đœââïž they be feigning so bad for you that they canât wait a few more days they need it now! But they always end up saying you put a spell on them like no bro u willingly put a spell on YOURSELFđ
â 7th house mercury could attract or prefer younger/pettie people or they are seen as such, also prone to have partners w prominent anxiety
â Eros/mars in Aries/cancer/scorpio in composite charts shows lots of crying during sex but for different reasons
Aries cries because ur f*cking/sucking them so good all they can do is take it like a champ and cry happy tears đ„Č
Cancer cries because you truly touched their soulđ„ș they never thought sex could be this satisfying and comforting at the same time (healing sex like Pisces)
With scorpio itâs kinda a mixture of both w sprinkles of trauma bondingâš
â Venus in 8th synastry- adoring eachothers beauty marks esp the house person @ Venus , the house person usually adores the Venusâs insecurities/stuff about themselves that they never picked up on which gives the Venus person a new prospective of their beauty
â Mercury synastry can tell you how you were first introduced/heard of each other
âż in 8th- meeting while/before going through a transformational/traumatic period in your life, you could have problems w people owing you money or vise versa, catalyst for spiritual & sexual growth, meeting before/after having a major surgery
âż in 9th- meeting through college/highschool,being introduced to/by a different ethnicity friend,meeting while traveling esp abroad, catalyst in spiritual journey, meeting through religious community
âż in 4th- I have this w my mom while her âż is in my 1st so you could also share this w your parents, w cancer and Aries basically representing the womb her PUMPUM told her about međobvi she had no other choice but to learn about me I was coming weather she liked it or notđ so w 1st house synastry I feel like they were kinda forced onto you theyâre pretty hard to missđ„Žwith 4th her aunts/women in her family told her she was gonna have another baby before she even knewđ€·đœââïž
â Jupiter in 1st synastry -even the most stubborn person would hear planet person out w this placement đ Jupiter boost house persons ego/outlook on life, planet person just makes everything look good & exciting in house person eyes
â Pluto in 11th natal- unfriending someone could really feel like a divorce lmao telling people your not friends anymore and they react so crazy like âNO I NEVER WOULDVE THOUGHTđđđâ then splittng up your assets (friends/aspirations)
â Gemini Venus-girl next door vibe people watch through your window esp w some Pluto energy on your Venus, the song âShe by Tyler the creatorâ was made about us frđ
â Taurus (2°14°26°)moons people think that they own you or that youâre some object they can use anytime they want whether it be your body or your possessions
Also having a Taurus moon could play out as feeling like you didnât get the support that you needed in ur childhood, the type to have moms that say âI put clothes on your back, food on your plate, and a pillow to lay your head and youâre telling me I didnât do enough for you??đ đ€â like sorry I needed emotional support and understanding as a child that you couldnât give međ„Č the mom could see the child as spoiled/ungrateful esp with harsh aspects on the moon, but they could also just feel like they have a right to your possessions esp if you live in the same house what is privacy?đ
â 6th house synastry is big on planning together,the type to count down the days till they get to see e/o đ„°
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Thatâs it for now, have a blessed day âš
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i know modern dating is a hell because i once went on a date with this lady and when we were about to kiss i pulled back and went "oh sorry i thought we were a vase for a second" and she didn't like that in the least
#i was out there wasting my best material on audiences who were giving me nothing#personal nonsense#i do think my girlfriend gives me credit for being funny when even when i am being earnest which makes me feel very charming#she works in law and when we met i was like oh can i ask you a work-related question#and she was like big sigh assuming i was going to ask for legal advice#and i was like sorry but where do you buy your suits? and she did a very friendly laugh that made me feel super at ease#she was also very nice about it when i got too high and was telling her it makes me anxious that#i can't tell if zoomers who say slay a lot are gay or just very logged on#she was like 'oh i'm sorry for laughing you're just being very darling' and i was like đ„șđ„șđ„ș#sorry for girlfriendposting so much she's just the best partner i've ever been with!
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inconsolably emotional over this comment on a stuffed animal cleaning video
#also look at this little cat đ„ș he was so dirty at the start and they cleaned him so well#it reminded me of when i last cleaned my old stuffed cat#i can never get her back to her original color. she was orange and it just faded over time a lot so she's a dull brown now#but i cleaned her up a little and brushed and fluffed her#even got risky and did surgery to give her some more stuffing so she could sit upright again#and she looked so beautiful!!!!#her eyes and nose are chipped and her whiskers have been gone for a long time too but i cant fix that#i dont need to tho i think it adds character :^)#srry im rambling now i just love my stuffed cat dearly. ive had her since i was 2#tldr i love stuffed animals#i think caring for them is such a beautiful and pure form of love#to know they aren't real but still treat them gently. just because it feels good to. â€ïž#my posts
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gah thinking about postmhyk akira feeling lonely for a while about living alone, and being less bothered by busy places cuz its more remniscient of the chaos their daily life was w the wizards (guy who str8up went 'its amazing what u can get used to' about suddenly hearing a crash cuz the northern wizards fighting e/ođ). something about sharing ur life with others through living spaces & love
#stardust speaking !#need to make up my mind on these things too cuz in my head akiras move's workrelated#and while they do get involved with communities (one of their first mentions is how they tend to help this lady with her cats LOL)#its. hrm. different#something about Wanting to share your daily life with someone too. and something about someone telling u they Want to be around u#it comes back to love#those topics weigh heavier when its gran (just a lil sideeffect from being left behind & developing a habit of doing everything urself cuz#theres no parent telling u to Stop that)#so gran feels more strongly about those sentiments & gets more conscious about it#(which is why i always get so đ„șđ„ș when any of the crew has lines about wanting to stay around)#my brain is starting to share every thought between akira & gran again its been a while#(talks about the most basic thing) its about love#but i also i do feel akiras a lot less about the grand things & more of a focus on the more common stuff#mhyk has such a focus on characters feelings after all............
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Another morning another day
I've been thinking a lot about going to the animal shelter
#speculation nation#there r many cats there and i have an aching spot available for one#passively thinking about getting a kitten. just bc id enjoy getting to raise a cat for once#and i think tally would be a good big sister given how much she groomed cassy#at the same time tho i wanna adopt a cat that might not otherwise be adopted so quickly. aka an adult cat#& also like with tally. i very purposefully picked out the loud black cat bc everyone was passing her up#but she was YELLINGGG at me from the cage. and i was like 'oh alright' and took her home#and now shes my sweet darling girl. she just needed like a year to chill out so she is no longer a chaos demon lmao#it's also hard to know what youre getting with a kitten. and it's a lot of resposibility. so like. idk.#but also. Kitten Cute... đ„ș#i'll have to see what they have when i go there. still not happening for at least a few more days.#it feels too soon rn. but im thinking about this all to cope lol. i hate having only one cat.#i keep wanting to go out to greet Cat Number 2 in the living room. but. nope. so i go back to greet tally on my bed#she's a loving cat but she does Not like to be smothered. and im kind of smothering her lmao#that's another reason to get a 2nd cat. yes i want tally to have company when im gone at work#but also i need a second cat that is very affectionate bc I Want My Hugs And Kisses Dammit#idk when im getting his ashes back. probably somewhat soon. id estimate tomorrow? they were rly quick with sammy's#idk what im gonna do if they call while im at work lol. cry probably.#tho i havent cried in almost a full day!! been like 22 hours. i have been Trying to cope. mixed results.#ah well. c'est la vie and all that shit.#animal death ment/
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i could never tell who i wanted to fight more - the 'looking for a 3rd' couples who were clearly driven by the dude in the relationship, or the people who mention reeeally being into fitness at least 3x on their profile, which was always code for "no fat chicks"
#i dont think dating apps are inherently bad i have a few friends who found great success đ„șđ#it just exposes you to a lot of people you'd wanna 1v1 in short spurts LMAO#so i'd take probably too many breaks to properly utilize them tbh but im glad i went at a pace that didnt make me wanna chew on glass#also ime tumblr >>>> all. teeehee#remembering me mentioning i might try getting into apps again (pre-đ) on a call w birb and her tone changed đđą REAL fast#and despite that i was STILL like 'oh does she like me back maybe??? nahh.. nahh im reading too much into it...'#narrator: the feelings were indeed mutual they were just bein 2 dense silly wlw geese#ilu bb LMAO#xangoeswah
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I actually had the worst day Iâve had in awhile now but i survived it
#barely#im learning to lean on the people that care about me#i even cried on my mom tonight and i hate crying in front of people đđ#and itâs always been hard for me in general to talk to my mom especially but Iâm learning to trust her and grow from our past#all that cheese and mushy shiz yeah yeah#work was insane tn and i was not prepared at all#i almost had a meltdown too but i kept it together and thatâs when I called my co worker and she saved my ass#and my other coworker was trying to help me too that was off and was literally gonna leave her house to help me đ„șđ„șđ„ș#it was just so bad fr#and my hours switching has been a twist for me too which happened to be a factor of today#but I made shit work but it still also was a mess at the same time lmao#it was a crazy ass day and Iâm just glad itâs over now#a lot of good things happened today but the bad was bad#im just glad I didnât hold in my feelings and was also not too prideful to ask for help#im drinkin my wine and hittin my pen bc fuck the cold Iâll just be a vape god for now#that was kinda cringe but Iâm drunk so donât take me seriously besides the parts of this that are my feelings đ€Ł#also got a card from one of my coworkers and my boss with a Starbucks gift card đ«¶đŒ I was so surprised#that mfer wrote âcrazy ladyâ on the envelope đđđ€Łđ€Ł#funniest guy I know right there lmao#we have too much fun and he only works like once a week bc heâs like 40 or 50 something with a million different jobs bc heâs the crazy one#today was a roller coaster basically đ€Łđ€Ł but i did the shit and somehow managed to keep shit together#im just ready for the holidays to be over so work can not be super busy anymore#but i am excited for the holidays itâs gonna be amazing i think đ«¶đŒ not gonna be hung up on fake love this time and will be able to enjoy it#fully#for the first time in too long#last Christmas was so bad it makes me sick thinking about it#fuck that guy so much#just realizing this was amazing wow#so hype to have a clear and free mind this holiday without our ârelationshipâ looming over me#proud of me for multiple things rn đ„č
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edna's love language is quality time. she's spent 1000+ years by herself on r.ayfalke waiting for e.izen to come homeâshe will never, ever admit to it, but she's definitely felt lonely before through those 1000+ years, so quality time would definitely help bring her closer to someone. she will still, of course, tease whoever she is with: because of how she's like, the more she teases you, the more fond of you she is. she isn't the type who talks about how she actually feels, especially if it's sentimental or personal, so it's very subtle in how much she enjoys someone's company. she opens up slowly, but once you gain her trust, she trusts you.
it reassures her to know that she still has people around her. it'll make her feel more comfortable knowing that there is still at least another person she can be around since she literally lost the only person she could truly rely onâso, it makes sense that she doesn't want to lose more people. she is very "loud" about how she teases people, but very "quiet" in how she shows what's actually on her mind. to know what she is feeling, it's all in her actions.
#''love language'' seems a bit misleading but i rlly think it kinda sums it up tbh#i feel like i will never be able to ship here so this isn't exactly a ''shippy'' hc lol#tho i think it can apply to any of her relationships tbh#i think this could also affect how much she trusts someone too#and over time the zesty crew BECOME trusted friends to her ( tho it's canon that she and l.ailah are already friends when zesty begins )#i just want to know what's on her mind ! she is like a cat i must study in order for her to like me#since there is much more to her character than just being the source of comedy which a lot of ppl tend to gloss over#altho i will acknowledge there are times she's just being a bully to be a bully đ#still love her very much tho -- i just love her on an abnormal amount đđđ„ș#i was talking to rinni earlier about edna and successfully converting her to support best earth siblings#and then my brain just started to work more gears i guess LOL ...#anyway i wrote this up while thinking about k.ratos and edna THANKS RINNI đ© didn't know how much i needed them until today đ©#... i think too much about edna so i will stop talking here and go to bed ...... đđđ#°Ëâ§â â memories. â headcanons. ââ§Ë°#°Ëâ§â â out of offerings. â ooc. ââ§Ë°
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Me: What a nice day, I'm going to be calm and normal for a few hours.
My brain: hey. :) do you. remember. :) The Ship :) :) :)
#this post brought to you by a gifset of the fucking wrist-healing kiss from tatm#DON'T /TALK/ TO ME#I HAVE TOO MANY /FEELINGS/ ABOUT HOW SHE COVERS SHIT UP AND NEVER WANTS TO ASK FOR OR ACCEPT HELP BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE'S IMPERFECT#AND HOW SHE INTERNALIZES THAT SO HARD SHE CONVINCES HERSELF THE PERSON WHO MARRIED HER & TAKES HER ON DATES DOESN'T ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT HER#BECAUSE THEIR RELATIONSHIP ISN'T STRAIGHTFORWARD AND HE'S GOT A LOT OF PROBLEMS. SO IT'S VERY EASY TO TAKE VARIOUS MOMENTS & INTERPRET THEM#THROUGH THE LENS OF 'THIS PERSON DOESN'T ACTUALLY MEAN IT. THEY CARE ABOUT ME IN THE SAME GENERAL SUPERFICIAL WAY THEY CARE ABOUT EVERYONE.#WHY TF WOULD I EVER BE SPECIAL TO THEM'#I WANT!! TO TEAR DOWN!!! MY KITCHEN WALLS!!!!!!!!!#(also him healing her wrist and kissing her hand for no reason was just. very sweet. and very tender. and I lost my mind when I watched#it the first time. like yes the context that led to it is really fucked up. but the actual moment itself...đ„șđ„șđ„ș)#(don't talk to me about the berlin episode either I will NEVER shut up about their dynamic in that one if you get me started)#*banging pots and pans* HI DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT THEY'RE IN LOVE. DID YOU KNOOOOOWW
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#feelin like a big lonely loser tonight teehe ^__^#thought maybe i had plans but then not n everyone else i asked didnt answer or had plans w other ppl too#n i had suggested a plans with stef but she never rlly confirmed or denied but i figured not plus im kinda sick now too but#also called her just to be like hi n i miss u bc idk im SICK n i hate being sick n the way she sounded was weird AaagghGGHHHHH#n im just now realizing maybe she also ended up doing plans w other ppl#just feels like nobody likes me i GUESS which is dramatic but . aagggghhghgh#to be fair a bit of a 180 from i love u so much lemme say it 50 times last night to i call her n say ilu n shes like uhh ok haha#anD I FEEL LIKE EVERYONES GIVING ME RLLY SHORT ANSWERS N LIKE#but i dont know if i have the energy to give a lot of. energy. ?? to expect it back? but its like#an endless cycle of feel bad so less energy or want to bug less so then deserve less in return anyway so feel worse#its kinda feeling like isolation time which i havent done in a hot minute but i tried so hard to get out of it but like . for what yknow#i got to talk to some ppl some more n meet some ppl but at the end of the day i still feel alone n alien teehee#but maybe im just bejng dramatic bc sick. and rsd with the Tones and ppl having Plans With Others#like its perfectly reasonable to have forgotten or just idk had better options or maybe bc i didnt say anything sooner buT . IDK. đđ„ș#im sick n i hate being sick n i want someone to take care of me ugh#instead i just kinda sat here. played some OW. got mad at OW. ordered pizza to engage in basically food self harm LOL n watched some#of a show ive been meanjng to watch. jts neat so far. but yeah now i just feel like shit i guess#idk how to like. not be insane. or like. ask ppl for like. idk. reassurance or smthn or. share feelings. without feeling like i am.... bad#for doing so or itll end poorly or its excess or burdensome or unreasonable. bc it kkinda is unreasonable but idk not entirely ig yknow#and i really need to shower but i especially dont want to now that i ate food bc id rather die than look at myself naked but yea#YEAH. IDK. i feel. like shit. and garbage. and i can almost see this as being the turning point to me sabotaging my ownnpotential future#whatever ive been slowly building that i just. end up giving up now.#god i wanna call stef or pidge or someone n... ig not even talk abt this bc i dont wanna be a bother but. just hear ppl. u_u#feel like i am wanted in the world slepflsjhggbjwjr#It's My Blog I'll Use It As A Diary / Thought Organizing Thing If I Want To !!!!
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this like a really late msg but iâm curious about the aisha/helia comic panel omg
IT'S THIS ONE <3333333
I CRY EVERY TIME I SEE THIS
#i just...#i love winx/specialist friendships so much!!#and look at them!! THEY SHOULD BE BESTIES#flora's bestfriend and her partner should be besties!!#and being serious i really do think helia is one the specialists that aisha could genuinely get close to#and vice versa! i just know he thinks she's the coolest person ever#especially considering their rocky start (aka her breaking into his room and it being Very implied that he knew)#but anyway! she just looks so fond đ„ș and she feels so comfortable!! and he does too!!#and that's SO CUTE considering they both have trust issues and a hard time getting close to people#for them to feel so comfy with each other that they allow cuddles is so <3#it also feels so nice to see this since a lot of media hates seeing women and men be Friends#while also showing affection#so to see them be physically affectionate without it being A Thing or anyone get weird or jealous? SO NICE#UEUEUE#i just love them so much :')#answered
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remember when imbalance came out and people managed to be upset griffin handled dav's perspective about cycle 92 & his relationship with lucretia with sensitivity, nuance, and realism
#imbalance#discourse wank#i'm still upset about this... people don't ever explore/care about how dav thinks/feels... all they care about is hating on lucretia#this was such a moving thing to hear articulated too... imagine saying you like dav but not caring what griffin says about/as him??#bc you'd rather see the sole canon woc vilified and insulted.. and all the complex moral and interpersonal issues in canon glossed over#i mean if my headcanons had been jossed more aggressively in imbalance maybe i'd be upset but idk. it's just more angst/meat to write abt!!#think of it as a good fun creativity-inducing thing!!! come write emotionally complex dav fics that engage w canon!!! please..anyone.... đ„ș#there is so much interesting there & it's the worst feeling being alone in thinking that... and having no one to write for & talk to....#i miss when fandoms were fun & creative and like a positive thing. just liking the characters/story and chatting & making stuff about them#i still remember when imbalance happened and someone got mad at me for being happy about it bc of course... of course. it's a taz fan!#i couldn't even be happy about imbalance with anyone because my harmless ship is so bad and weird to every single taz fan! cool!!#they're fucking friends! he regrets not supporting her and letting her voice be heard! he thinks he shares some of the blame for it all!!#sorry but you can personally dislike a ship without collectively & baselessly gaslighting me that it's abusive bc of what you're projecting#i'd daresay after 100+ years of friendship davenport nd lucretia love each other deeply despite everything..imbalance propped that up a lot#but you don't even wanna write or read about that do you...#dav having emotionally grounded and complex thoughts and feelings? not in this fandom. lucy being treated kindly? banish the thought...#also davlucy is CUTE. they're nerds. they're hardworking and devoted to saving lives and to their friends. they care for each other !!
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#guys ummm im obsessed with the new voyages#its critical im flatlining its terminal#captainâs log#tos#trek books#i want to post abt it so much but its just sooooo a product of its time in a good way and you can feel the love the writers have of trek and#its just like a little treasure to me#im reading it a lot slower too im just really enjoying it#one of the stories before this (SPOILERS) a woman trapped on aplanet was trying to get spock to follow her to a cave so she could talk to#him in private without being overheard (they were being watched by andorians) and so she goes about this like âmr spock đ„ș i need true loves#kiss im a princess turned wood nymph by an evil wizardâ which was SO funny#and obviously spock is like. no. but eventually he relents and follows her and shes laughing at him like mr spock! youre so hard to seduce!#and poor spock had to sit there like -_- cant even disagree#ALSO. spock is CANON patient zero for catboys#in one story he mindmelds with a huge tiger and it STICKS. HE LITERALLY BECOMES CATBOY NUMBER ONE
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also sorry for continually recycling diana content and not posting anything newâŠiâve been so incredibly fatigued that writing is just not happening and i havenât made any progress since last time i shared a wip so đ€·đŒ
#leah.txt#things have also been a lot here health wise and appointments and just some other shit but like i really want to post about her again cause#sheâs so special to me and i love her sm and like that rewrite shouldâve been done ages ago considering itâs just a rewrite but alas⊠but i#do have many ideas going on rn and like i mean my 30+ wips too oopsies#also thank you guys for still tagging me in things like i appreciate it so much itâs so nice to feel included đ„ș i tried to do picrew this#morning but kept zoning out so iâll try again soon
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hmmmmm just some ideas
#not sure what to put on my grad cap /if I should#for my last graduation I just shoved a picture of Emily and a drawing sheâd made me in it in the head part#should I decorate it? the first idea I had was a reverse bear trap#but I fear thatâs too much for the regulars (wimps)#the second idea I had for it was smthn IT related such as a quote or perhaps the tituar balloon and smthn small and understated#I donât want it to be too busy#I also rlly liked a song during this degree with a lyric that stuck with me a lot (change ainât so sudden#it just hides as itâs coming)#but thatâs a lil fruity. idk but Iâm running out of time!!!!!! ugh I hate feeling like Iâm running out of time#my ocd is getting worse haha itâs not good#trying to be patient.#also Iâm gonna write a fic where the two main characters go get. Dunkin together#I think itâd be sweet if it was bc she was sad or smthn. maybe got her feelings hurt#he couldâve remembered her saying she liked it đ„șđ„ș
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Holy shit this is incredible!
okay but imagine werewolf best friend kiba who has wanted and loved you for years. who has pined and craved and fucked a pair of your underwear and chased off so many 'rivals' behind your back.
imagine going away for college and reconnecting. maybe you go camping. maybe you trigger his rut earlier because he's wanted you for so fucking long that it can't be contained. him at the entrance, unzipping it, crawling over you, waking you up with his head between your legs and begging for you to 'help him out'. for 'just the tip'
but it ends up with him knotting and breeding you and you wake up with his mark on your shoulder and he's already pawing at you again
Finding peace in the spontaneous wild (that is you)
18+ MDNI, fem!reader/werewolf!bsf!kiba
premise: when an accidental encounter with your former childhood best friend leads you to agree to a one-night camping trip consisting of just you two, you discover that thereâs more to your friendship than initially meets the eye.
cw: monsterfucking (he's mostly in his human form, though), knotting, creampie, implied breeding, mounting, size difference, omegaverse themes.
college/modern AU. friends to lovers, one bed trope (kind of, theyâre sharing sleeping bags in the same tent), unestablished mating bond, mutual pining, lots of bickering and misunderstandings; they get into one big fight (kiba and reader are polar opposites personality-wise and tend to agree to disagree), usage of sweetheart and bunny as pet names for reader. i think that's everything?
wc: 26.2k
find part two here!
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You run into Kiba at the grocery store, around two weeks after returning home from college.
Itâs completely coincidental; neither of you expects it to happen. You catch him standing next to the fruit section, picking the best-looking oranges out of the bunch with slightly pinched eyebrows and narrowed eyes, and before you can even ready yourself to approach him, he already beats you to it.
He blinds you with his grin despite the distance between you as you raise your hand to wave him over. A single dimple that you were already expecting appears in his right cheek. His smile is toothy and friendly; nostalgic. It throws you back to a much simpler time.
After all, youâve known each other for years â you and Kiba go way back. Back to when your only concern had been what cartoons to watch, and the urgency to come back home well before it got dark outside was a rule set in stone.Â
Back then, the world seemed to be splashed with brighter, more vibrant colours than it is now. A sugar rush was the best thing to ever happen to you before you came crashing down twice as hard, and your mother had called you downstairs for breakfast every single morning before ruffling your hair and rushing off to work.Â
Now, youâre happy if you get the chance to FaceTime with her once or twice a week while youâre away at college. Your hair certainly doesnât get ruffled anymore and you make breakfast yourself.
Even the trees in your neighborhood have changed, no longer appearing as tall as they used to be because, well, back then you were the smaller one. The sidewalk on your street was sizzling hot with summer heat, but now it's getting worse each year, and your feet arenât bare anymore as you walk on it; no longer trekking the familiar route that would lead you to the house of the very boy, who now stands before you in the middle of the grocery store instead of leaning against the open doorway of his childhood home, impatiently waiting to pull you inside.
You used to spend nearly every single day with him. Going on adventures with your bikes â you with your helmet on, him without â until your legs were aching from pedaling so much had become a daily thing of sorts. Constantly coming up with new ways to entertain your never-satisfied, highly imaginative kid brains was a favoured pastime. Wearing scrapes of all shapes and sizes on your knees and palms like they were badges of honor was a thing to be expected.Â
But thatâs all gone now.
Because now, youâre both adults. Juggling jobs and degrees â well, at least one of you is, not that youâre surprised in any way that Kiba hasnât chosen to try his hand at college â and all that other crap that consists of time-consuming responsibilities that can be quite pesky and bothersome, but make your lives easier to live nonetheless.Â
It feels like an aeon has passed as a result. Like your childhood had been whisked away from you by neither of you ever realizing it until it was far too late. So, youâve drifted apart. It tends to happen.Â
Come to think of it, when was the last time youâd seen your trusted partner in crime? Three years ago? Or has it been four already? Youâre unsure.
All you know is that itâs been long. Too long. College feels like itâs been nothing but a rather confusing blur, to say the least.
But so does Kiba.
And so do you.
Youâve both become utterly indecipherable in each otherâs eyes. Like foggy glass on a rainy morning.
So you use a couple of moments to merely look at each other because of it; to wipe the condensation off the glass with the sleeves of your phantom sweaters. Him, with those goddamn oranges that heâs still holding in his too-big hands, and you, with your shopping cart that you forgot back at the end of aisle 7 twice already.Â
You stare and stare and stare, all until your burning curiosity finally gets the best of you, and you canât help but invite him to approach you with a not at all subtle aim to appease it.Â
Kiba visibly perks up when you wave him over. He shoves the oranges into a reusable bag that his mom had always nagged him about using, and walks over with that confident stride youâd always envied him for having.Â
And then all of a sudden heâs right there, in the flesh. Looking the same as heâd always looked, but also not at all.
Itâs weird. His smile is the same but the face that surrounds it has changed. Finding yourself in his presence again after a period that youâd describe nothing short of a small eternity, you realize that even if the grin of your childhood best friend is an exact replica of his old one, everything else has either faded away or been replaced by something new.
And new means foreign.
Because as you tip your head slightly upwards to initiate proper eye contact this time, you realize that Kiba has gotten taller. Way taller. Even with his posture relaxed, he towers above you with no effort; something he didnât get to do back when youâd been nothing but a pair of runts, practically conjoined at the hip.
And thatâs not all there is to it. Besides his impressive height, Kiba has also become broader in the shoulders and longer in the legs since youâve last seen him. He has a sleeve of insanely intricate tattoos covering nearly the entirety of his left arm; it reaches up to the short sleeve of his light-grey tee and probably up to his shoulder. Heâs also lost most of his baby fat, and thus now owns a face more defined than you ever recall it being.Â
His mop of hair is mostly hidden by the faded baseball cap that he must have put on to fight the summer heat thatâs raging outside, however there are still a couple of rogue curls peeking out at the sides and at the nape of his neck. The brim has softened from how old the cap is, not as bent downwards at the corners as it surely used to be ages ago, but at least it still gets the job done.Â
Heâs always had a habit of being lazy whenever it came to getting haircuts. It seems like some things did manage to stay the same, after all.
You investigate further. As far as differences go, the edge of Kibaâs jawline is sharp instead of round, and his cheeks look smooth to the touch. Heâs clean-shaven; the embarrassing peach fuzz days, which you used to tease him about for months on end, have ended.Â
Heâs a grown man. A pretty darn healthy, vigorous one, it seems.
And speaking of being healthy, you remember a time when he wasnât.
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Youâre fourteen again and find yourself back in a rather familiar bedroom.
The air inside the room smells warm, like wood and your second home. The sounds of the house are just the way you remember them being.Â
Thereâs someone talking downstairs. Furniture cracks and snaps as it settles in even if itâs old and has had more than enough time to do so already. Dog claws ceaselessly click against the floor. The TV is on. You can hear the weather forecast for tomorrow if you strain your ears hard enough.Â
And then thereâs the shallow breathing.
Oh, yeah. Right.Â
Kibaâs sick.Â
Your smile wavers as you keep sitting on the edge of the bed, his bed, that youâd fallen asleep in a rather embarrassing amount of times back when your legs were shorter and it hadnât been considered awkward or improper just because your best friend belongs to the opposite sex.
The sheets are a tacky design of light blue and white and the mattress is old, but sturdy enough to not cause any worry of having to buy a new one just yet. It supports both his and your own weight fairly well, however it wonât be able to do so for much longer, you think.
You turn your head towards the window. Itâs fall and itâs raining outside â the heavy raindrops rattle against the glass every so often whenever the wind catches them, making you stare out at the foggy grayness that sluggishly spirals on the other side.
Youâve left your boots downstairs. In the hallway, where Tsume, Kibaâs mother, had greeted you and ushered you inside the moment youâd come knocking on her front door, looking soaking wet to the bone. Besides your boots, your bright yellow raincoat resides there as well, probably dripping from the hanger onto the floor, making a puddle youâll have to feverishly apologize for later.
With your train of thought coming to a halt, you eventually grow tired of watching the nearby woods that reside next to the Inuzuka household. So you shift your gaze again.Â
This time, you focus on the room itself. There are posters taped to the walls, the majority of them depicting movies and rock bands that youâve never really fancied yourself all that much. The desk is littered with clutter, most of it school-related but youâre able to spot a couple of comics in there as well. The alarm clock on the nightstand is digital; it shows the time.Â
3:27 PM.
Itâs a Thursday afternoon, but itâs also the fourth day that Kiba hasnât come to school. The seat in the classroom that he usually sits in remains empty â you know that because you keep it reserved for him by placing your backpack on it each morning. Heâs been absent ever since the pain in his limbs and the unyielding fever had become too much for even him to handle; the boy who just loves to brag about never getting sick.Â
All right, youâve got to cut him some slack because in some way, he isnât even actually sick? His growth spurt â and his entire puberty experience overall, if you could even call it that â is the thing that has taken such a toll on him, not actual illness.
And in some way, it has taken a toll on you, too. Seeing him ache hurts you just the same, even if your bones arenât the ones that are currently growing much too fast, much too soon.
So here you are, bringing him copies of the notes that youâve been religiously taking in class for the fourth day in a row. Keeping him company. Wiping the sweat off his forehead with a rag soaked in water, like a good best friend. Over and over again. Without stop.
His dark brown hair is damp from all the water and sweat, it sticks to his temples. Heâs burning up, to the point that his face is flushed pink instead of tan, but heâs still shivering all over underneath the covers.Â
Your heart hurts as you watch him endure such profound agony; it makes your chest squeeze tight. Heâs clearly fallen ill in some shape or form and is in obvious pain, but no matter what you tell him, he simply refuses to go to the doctorâs office.
Truth be told, you feel rather surprised that his mom hasnât dragged him there herself yet. Taking into account that sheâs usually completely unfazed by his overwhelmingly stubborn nature, youâd expected her to not be taking any shit from her son whatsoever and would be firmly setting her foot down when it came to anything concerning his health. Granted, while he did inherit most of his obstinate qualities from her side of the family, the fact thatâ
âStop worryinâ so much.â
You blink in surprise. âMm?â
âI said stop worryinâ.â
The feeble request that Kiba makes sounds firmer this time. It makes you look up from the rag youâve been subconsciously clutching in your hands with a near death grip for the last five minutes or so.Â
The slightly tingly feeling that dances within them now is somewhat hard to ignore. Especially at the tips of your fingers.
So you rest your hands on your lap, rubbing your palms up and down your jeans just to have something to do now that theyâre empty. By the time you finally will yourself to turn your head, Kiba is already looking at you from the confines of the cozy prison that is his bed.Â
His eyes are nearly half shut, eyelids heavy with lead-weighted exhaustion, but his expression is riddled with an emotion youâre not mature enough yet to fully decipher, much less understand.
Not that youâd ever tell him that, but you'd always considered him as the emotionally smarter one of your little duo; even with his awfully short temper taken into consideration.Â
After all, while you excelled in academics, Kiba sought different places to thrive and prosper in. It didnât take a genius to see that heâs practically been made to communicate with others; that heâs a proper people person. Shaped by people to be loved by people.
And the people do tend to love him. They really do.
Now that you think about it, that may also be the reason as to why he has way more friends than you. Why he can usually turn most situations to his favour, while you normally struggle to avoid the worst of outcomes. Why he knows how to read you like an open book Every. Single. Time, while you just play a never-ending guessing game of whatâs happening inside that thick skull of his.
Youâre an odd pair together. Heâs nothing like you and youâre nothing like him. Itâs no wonder that some donât believe youâre actual friends at first, however Kiba has always been fast to prove them wrong. For some unknown reason, heâs attached you to himself and has been pulling you along for the ride ever since the day he first saw you. Itâs been like that ever since.
Meanwhile, youâre just happy that you have someone to spend time with. Being so introverted proves to be quite a nuisance whenever it comes to meeting new people and acquiring friends, so heâs pretty much all youâve got.
And that makes you care for him even more.
âHow on earth am I supposed to ânot worryâ,â you begin to say quietly, making air quotes, âwhen my best friend has been practically chained to his bed for the last four days?â
Immediately, Kiba brushes you off with a flick of the wrist, gesturing that he thinks youâre overreacting. It pisses you off greatly, especially when he says, âOh, please⊠Iâm fine. You just worry too much.â
âAre you, though?â you ask. âFine?â
âAre you?â
You exhale through your nose as you attempt to relax and wiggle your fingers, trying to appease him or convince him otherwise, you donât know.Â
The truth is, you want to tell him that no, youâre not fine. You want to tell him that you are worried sick for him because he is sick and wonât admit it. You want to tell him that you love him, that you care about him. Not in that kind of way, of course â goodness, no! â but in a way a young teenage girl who doesnât know any better can love her best friend.
But instead, all you do is stay quiet because being considerate of others is your go-to. Besides, his headache is as bad enough as it is already. Who are you to make it worse by troubling him with your nonsense?
Unfortunately for you, Kiba doesnât buy your rather bad portrayal of calm. All he does is sigh at it.
Continuously.
âWhat? What are you sighing for so much?â you instantly snap at the sound and aura of exasperation he emits, now. Your tone is razor sharp, much sharper than it needs to be, but you just canât help yourself. Being so different from you, he can be outright infuriating sometimes.
âNothinâ,â he answers back, and yet he canât resist giving you that look that definitely means there is something. âItâs nothinâ, bunny.â
Your tone falls flat at the nickname heâs given you because of your rather timid personality, âLiar.â
âAm not.â
âAre too.â
He grunts, sighing again. âOh, câmonââ
âWhat?â you quip again. âYou told me not to worry, so here I am; not worrying! Iâm doing just like youâve said.âÂ
The small wrinkle thatâs etched itself between your brows deepens as the words rush out of you in one great swoop. Itâs clear to you both that you donât really mean them, but it looks like thereâs definitely no sign of you admitting them coming any time soon.
âFine, whatever.â Kiba almost sounds like heâs grumbling as he says, âYouâre not worrying. There. Happy?â
You scoff. âNo? Yes? I donât know if Iâm happy!â
He manages a weak smile at your indecisiveness, a mere quirk of an upper lip thatâs not nearly as lively as it normally would be if he werenât so sick. Your body tenses as he shuffles closer to the edge of the bed where you reside and nuzzles his face deeper into the pillow, wiping the sweat off his cheek right into the bedding this time around.
His voice comes across as muffled from the way heâs still hiding his face from view when he says, âI can practically see your brain catching on fire from all that worry that youâre apparently ânotâ feeling, ya know.â
You canât stop your eyes from rolling back as far as theyâll go. They just do it completely on their own accord whenever youâre with him, it seems. âAnd how can you possiblyââ
He points at you with one tired hand and winces at how terribly heavy his arm feels with the action. Itâs unpleasant and draining, but he wants to prove a point. So he keeps it nice and steady as he says, âLook, thereâs smoke cominâ outta your ears already! You better chill out, or that lilâ pea brain of yours is gonna get burnt to a crisp or somethinâ.â
He hisses like heâs just burnt himself after he teases you, drawing yet another scoff out of you.Â
A pout graces your lips as you glare at him from underneath your lashes; ever the unexpected drama queen. âWell, at least I have a brain to burn, unlike yourself.â
His eyes settle on you again. âWhatâs that supposed tâmean?â
âExactly what it sounds like, dummy,â you say. âI can bet you five bucks that thereâs nothing but hay stored inside that freakishly big head of yours!â
âIââ He bristles at your comment before his eyes open wide and he scowls. âShut up! My head ainât big!â
Your expression mirrors his own, now. âNo, you shut up!â
âYou canât talk to me like that; Iâm sick!â
âSo you finally admit that youâre actually sick, huh?â
âNo, wait, thatâs not what I meantââ
âNu-uh, you said it so you meant it!â
Everything is quiet as you lean forward to point and dig an accusatory finger into his chest. He tenses but relaxes in a beat of a moment as the remaining pads of your fingers join in and graze the soft cotton of his worn t-shirt. Swipe to the right, then slightly upwards, the flat of your palm rests above the place where his heart lies.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!Â
His heartbeat is fast. Strong. Like a song that makes you want to scream the lyrics to instead of singing them so that you can feel it better inside the marrow of your bones.
But you donât feel like listening right now.
âHey, whatâre youââ
He squirms and lets out a small noise of surprise when you suddenly jab him in the ribs.
Exchanging a quick look of betrayal with your best friend as he slaps your hand away, you feel your lips start to quiver. Itâs not long before you both succumb and break into a fit of quiet laughter. The tension gradually dissipates with every chuckle and snicker, right along with your worries. At least for a little while, that is.
Kibaâs laugh cracks midway. Youâre unsure if itâs because of the fact that heâs not feeling well or because his voice is just getting deeper with age, however youâre still giggling by the time he clears his throat and reaches over to place his hand on top of your own.
Your eyes instinctively flit towards the contact. Itâs not anything new, youâve held hands with him before â god knows youâve gotten fake-married on at least three different occasions throughout your childhood, and with three different flavoured ring pops, at that â but as you now gaze at the blunt crescents of his nails, you canât for the life of you remember his hand ever being this hot to the touch.
Itâs concerning.
âDude,â you whisper, your voice slowly dropping from playful to wary. âI donât want to nag you about it anymore since I know you donât like it, but I seriously think that you should go see a doctor⊠Youâre burning up and itâs probablyââ
You twitch as Kiba gives your hand a gentle, albeit unexpected squeeze to make you look up at him again.Â
Just like your voice, his expression has switched from his previously boyish one, to a much more somber kind that, truth be told, youâre not used to seeing on his face all that much.
It makes your sentence, well, rambling, gradually fade into silence as you finally indulge him for once by keeping your mouth shut. He used to think you were quiet back when heâd met you. Now he knows that you just have to get comfortable in order to start speaking.
Shadows from the swaying branches outside dance across the side of his face that he hasnât got buried in the pillow. Looking like heâs contemplating something heavy, Kiba swallows the saliva thatâs gathered in his mouth whilst he runs his thumb along your knuckles.
The brief attempt at soothing you manages to bring a smidge of peace to the otherwise growing hurricane of emotions thatâs steadily whirling somewhere inside your ribcage, however itâs over much too soon to actually make any difference.
Your look of concern only worsens as a result. Concentrating hard, you manage to repress the sudden urge to start biting your nails and tugging on the sleeves of your cream-coloured sweater that youâve put on this morning.
âIâm just worried about you, is all,â you admit what he already knows, so quietly that you doubt if he can even hear it. âI just want you to get better.â
âI know,â is all he says. He can smell it on you.
âThen why wonât youââ You squeeze your eyes shut, groaning with irritation. âGosh, why wonât you just do something about it, then?â
âBecause I have to tell you something first,â he trails off somewhat reluctantly, and for once, he sounds like heâs actually being completely serious. âYou just⊠you gotta promise me that you wonât tell anybody.â
Your reply comes quicker than one sequence of his heartbeat, âI promise. Besides, who would I tell anyway?â
âI mean it,â he says. You watch as he shakes his head slowly, sighing for real this time, not just to annoy you. âYou seriously canât tell anybody; not even your mom or Sakura or Ino. Especially Ino, for that matter.â
Offence bubbles within your chest way too fast at the merest hint of distrust. Since when did he start thinking you were one to yap out every little thing he tells you?Â
âAnd I really mean it, too,â you fuss, brow wrinkling. âJeez, Kiba; if I promise you that Iâm not going to tell, then Iâm really not going to tell! Iâm not that close with Ino and Sakura anyway.â
Kiba blinks, seemingly surprised by how heatedly invested youâve gotten into learning his secret. But also by how close youâve managed to squeeze yourself next to him with the upset feelings to overwhelm you, briefly forgetting the lengthy speech about how he should go see a doctor. How you wait, evidently impatient and with bated breath, just so that youâd be able to hear every word he has to say.
Heâs been seeing you in a different kind of light as of late. So perhaps itâs time that he shed some of it on himself now.
Heâs always been one to love the spotlight, after all.
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âWell, well, well⊠do my eyes deceive me, or have you finally gotten taller, wolf boy?â
The short laugh Kiba lets out at your innocent taunt doesnât crack like it did back when you were fourteen. Instead, itâs deep and hearty; it reverberates deep inside his chest, sounding like a voice a storm would possess if it had the ability to speak the human tongue.
âStill insisting on that olâ nickname?â he asks as he rests one hand on his hip.
âOf course,â you reply, chuckling. Itâs hard to take him seriously when he looks like a nearly perfect replica of his mother in that exact moment; standing so disapprovingly, red shopping basket in hand. âI mean, who would I be if I did not make fun of you every chance I get?â
âWell, I dunno,â he mumbles whilst his eyes flick up towards the ceiling, seemingly searching for something. And then he looks at you again, but this time with that infuriating half-smile that you canât say youâve missed as he says, âA decent fuckinâ person for a change? Maybe?â
Itâs light-hearted, what he says. Fun and provocative, just like he is. Like heâs always been.
So you bite.
âOh, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba,â you purr, angling your head to one side playfully whilst clicking your tongue against your teeth. Your hand presses against his chest, the action so familiar itâs become muscle memory by now even after years of not initiating it. âWhen has being decent ever been fun to someone like you, mm?â
And there it is. The strong heartbeat corresponding to the soft lilt that appears in your voice when his name leaves your lips. Just like itâs always done whenever your only goal was to fluster him for âfunsiesâ.
However, the interaction that was once so familiar to you is not quite as recognizable this time around.
Because now, it invites his gaze to settle back onto your face rather than pushing it away into the corner of the room.Â
So he stares at you now. Leers.Â
You try your best to ignore the way your muscles instinctively stiffen at the sight of the prolonged slits that slowly switch places with his pupils. Try your best to pay no mind to the way your pulse suddenly accelerates, pumping blood and forcing all of your senses to become overwhelmingly acute.
Itâs done so fast that it makes you feel sort of dizzy. He stands straighter and every single hair on your body stands to attention in return. Goosebumps cover your skin the same moment as it starts feeling like itâs being pulled taut over your bones. You try to blame the sensation of a chill creeping up the back of your neck on the storeâs AC but you know better.
The people who surround you donât matter anymore. This summerâs hit song that annoyingly keeps on playing on repeat over the speakers above your heads has turned to white noise.Â
Itâs just him and you and you and him. Past, present, future.
And fuck, his irises are no longer brown. Theyâre darker; golden, almost unnaturally yellow. The colour gets eaten up fast as the pupils expand and shrink continuously. He zeroes in on you, on your mouth, on the curve of your face, on the bare side of your neck that youâve got exposed with your ponytail and the tilt of your head.Â
Itâs been years since heâs last looked at you like that; that one time before you ran off to college, when you took it a step too far with the innocent flirting and youâve almost come too close for comfort.Â
But unlike before, he simply refuses to tear his eyes off of you this time. Refuses to relent. Refuses to blush and turn away in that sheepish way that is so uncharacteristic for an exceptionally, sometimes annoyingly bold person like him and that reminds you more of yourself.
His odd persistence causes him to pin you down with a single look, making you freeze on the spot.
Just like a predator would do to potential prey.
But thatâs silly. Youâre not prey! Youâre his best friend, or well, you used to be once in a time long past. So keeping that in mind, you force yourself to quickly shake the eerie feeling off of your suddenly tense body as if itâs a heavy winterâs coat youâve foolishly donned on, and ease the sudden tightness that tries so hard to take up residency within your chest, now.
But despite all of the attempts at self-soothing, as well as the countless comforting, reassuring mantras that you keep on playing on a loop inside your head in the same way you do a newly-discovered song on Spotify, you donât really know what heâs like anymore, now do you?Â
You havenât seen him in years, after all. Havenât spoken to him in ages. You left him all alone, left him to his own devices after heâd given you the same look heâs giving you now.
What if heâs managed to become more wolf than human with all that alone time?
The question makes your head want to hurt, so itâs no wonder that your voice comes out somewhat small-sounding when you finally gather yourself just enough to murmur, âYouâre doing the thing again.â
And his sounds just a smidge on edge, just a smidge too sharp as he takes a step closer and mutters, âThing? What thing?â
âYouâve got, uh⊠yâknowâŠâ You swallow audibly and try not to pay attention to the way his gaze slides down to your throat because of it; to the way it softly bobs as the sticky spit travels down, down, down. You swear that you can see the corners of his lips kick up at the sight of it. âYouâve got nightmare eyes.â
âHuh?â It takes him a second to realize what you mean. To remember one of the old codes youâve come up with using whenever youâre in public, amongst people who certainly donât know what he truly is.Â
And then, at long last, the intensity in his expression ceases and brightens up as the realization dawns upon him. Itâs like a lightbulb turning on with the flick of a switch.Â
âOh. Shit. Fuck, umm,â he curses like a sailor whenever heâs caught off-guard. It makes you relax just the tiniest bit as he finally musters a genuine, âFuck, Iâm so sorry. I didnât even⊠notice.â
You watch as he proceeds to rub his eyes with one hand, all whilst you exhale a long puff of air that youâd almost forgotten you were holding in the first place.Â
He looks at you again, genuinely confused and apologetic, and this time with pupils back to their regular circular shape. It causes some primal sort of relief that reaches the very core of your psyche to wash over you.
Youâre free to move again.Â
âItâsâ Hah, itâs fine,â you manage weakly. âBesides a pretty awkward start to a conversation, itâs no biggie, really.â
âFine? It definitely ainât fine,â he retorts immediately. âYou wouldnât be lookinâ like youâre scared shitless right now if it were fine.â
âMe? Scared of you? Oh, please!â You huff, crossing your arms over your chest even if your limbs feel very wobbly and soft like jelly all of a sudden. âDonât flatter yourself.â
He blinks again, his look a slightly incredulous one. âDonât tell me you forgot?â
The bridge of your nose scrunches up in mild confusion as you ask, âForgot what?â
Kiba grumbles this time, pointing to his own nose, âUh, the fact that I can literally smell the fear on yaâŠ?â
Oh. Oh! Heâs right, you somehow did manage to forget that; forget his ability to smell how someone is feeling just from the way their hormone levels change the very base of their scent and the sweat they exude as a result. Or whatever the science behind it is.
Jesus fucking Christ. Him and his stupid wolf genes. Whatâs next, him pinpointing the day when your next period is due?
As if that hasnât happened before.
âWhaâ...? Of course not! Tsch.â You try to play it off with a click of a tongue that doesnât manage to convince either of you. âWhat I donât remember, however, is giving you permission to sniff me like some sleazy creep.â
âOh, fuck off,â he bristles immediately at the remark. âYou know damn well what I meant.â
You nod. âYes, that youâre a sleazy creep.â
âWell, what am I supposed to do?â he asks. âStop breathing around your presence?â
âI mean, it wouldnât hurt to try.â
He gives you a pointed glare. âIt also wouldnât hurt to try shutting the fuck up every once in a while, and yet here you are.â
âWow, I canât believe Iâve also managed to forget what a prick you are.â
âRight back atcha.â
You both share a short laugh at your little faux quarrel, the tension slowly relenting. The entire interaction is familiar.Â
His shoulders relax, your heartbeat slows down to something a bit more normal. He doesnât point it out just for the sake of not starting yet another petty argument.
âBut seriously, donât worry about it.â You pause at some point, stifling another brittle chuckle that bubbles up your throat. âI know you canât control your weird, spooky eyes, okay? And besides, Iâm used to them anyway! Well, kind of⊠I guess Iâm used to themâŠ? Gosh, Iâm rambling, arenât I?â
Is it because youâre nervous?
âStill,â he chides, sighing. âItâs been years and I shouldâve learned how to fix it by now. Itâs justââ He takes a breath. Ponders as various excuses and half-truths start bouncing off the walls inside his head. âItâs just that I dunno how to control it whenever youâre⊠umm...â
You give him a second, but when he doesnât say anything else, you bite the bullet to ask, âWhenever Iâm what?â
âAh, nothinâ,â he mumbles whilst scratching his cheek. You narrow your eyes as he fixes the brim of his cap. As he tugs on the collar of his thin t-shirt with its stupidly oversized Nike logo. Heâs fidgeting all over the place, especially when he feels the need to add, âItâs nothinâ.â
It feels like life is repeating itself all over again.
Your curiosity makes you lean further into his space just like you had a habit of doing back when you were kids. Only this time, he doesnât take your hand. He doesnât stroke your knuckles one by one, but rather pushes back, creating more space between your bodies.
Well, thatâs new.
âCâmon.â Your tone falls slightly flat because of the sudden disappointment that reaches way deeper than youâd expected it to as you ask, âWhenever Iâm what?â
He sounds surprisingly stern as he says, âI told you⊠itâs nothing.â
A long pause ensues. And then all he gets from you is an, âOkay.â
Awkwardness lingers in the air once again. It makes you both uncomfortable because neither of you is really used to the sudden quiet. Youâve gone through so much, so many experiences together and now itâs come to⊠this? Walking on eggshells around each other until the end of time just because of that one event in the past and now this one?
Fuck no. As if youâre going to let that happen.
So you plaster a smile onto your face, one that doesnât really reach your eyes just yet as you say, âJust so you know, youâre acting hella weird right now.â
âWell what did you expect, bunny?â He shrugs and you try to act like you donât notice the way his t-shirt tightens at all the right places with it. Goodness, heâs changed so much in just a couple of years, you can hardly believe it. âI mean, I bump into you after literal years of no contact whatsoever, and when I finally do, all you do is argue with me and call me a, what was it again, âsleazy creepâ?â
Itâs hard not to giggle at the air quotes he feels the need to show you with the two words. It makes your face lighten up as you say, âStop calling me that.â
âWhat, bunny?â He smirks, now. Smirks! âSure. But only after you stop calling me all of your stupid nicknames.â
You muse like a cat. âWhy of course, Jacob.â
His expression turns blank in an instant, the smirk gone as quickly as it came. âSeriously?â
âWhat? Itâs just a name, isnât it?â
âJust so you know, I still regret the day you made me watch Twilight with you.â
âOh, shush. You loved it, and besides; it was on theme!â
You feel your grin growing into a genuine one as he scoffs and grunts something under his breath in reply. Heâs clearly annoyed with all your bullshit.
âMm?â You blink, the corners of your lips twitching upward, persisting. âWhat was that?â
âNothinâ.â
âNo, no, none of that again. Out with it; I want to hear what you said.â
âFine.â He rolls his eyes, the honey that swirls in them as dazzling as ever. So syrupy sweet, his irises are an utter delight even under the unflattering fluorescent lights of the store. âI said that youâre still as insufferable as you used to be back when we were kids.â
The chuckle you let out now is one of pure amusement. âIs that so?â
âYep,â he says as he pops the P. âA goddamn pain in my ass since day one.â
You quirk a brow. âAm I really, now?â
âWho else but you?â
Itâs always been you.
His words spark a sensation of genuine fondness to swell so deep within your ribcage that youâre somewhat unsure of what to do with it.Â
Confused, you push it to the side. Sweep it under the rug and allow it to join the already big pile of all the other unrequited feelings youâve never dared to express. Itâs easier to purposefully keep your eyes squeezed tightly shut.
You canât see when youâre already blind.
âAny-ways,â you sing-song, extending your hand towards him. âIt was good seeing you again. We should grab a coffee sometime, if youâre up for it?â
Instead of replying and shaking your hand, Kiba looks down at your polite gesture and nearly starts to frown at the sight of it.
âWhat?â you ask as the slight wrinkle between his brows continues to deepen. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âNo reason.â He hesitates a bit then, swallowing hard. It makes his Adamâs apple bob in his throat. âIâve just missed you, is all. This town fucking sucks ass when my girlâs not in it, ya know? And this whole handshake thing youâre doing is weird.â
Fuck. His honesty, the way he calls you his girl, the too-warm look in his too-warm eyes, fucking everything in that wretched moment makes you start feeling dizzy and causes sweat to gather in a layer so thick right on the flat of your awkwardly twitchy palms, one of which youâre still extending towards him.
What you wouldnât give for a pair of pockets to stuff them into right now.
Because to be completely honest, youâre outright baffled by the reaction that your body throws at you with full force, now. Heâs called you the same two words a million times before, alone or in front of other people â it never really mattered. To him, you were always his girl. It was that simple.
And while that did manage to stir up some emotions within you that you werenât ready to acknowledge yet even back then, you always managed to play it off like it was no big deal.Â
But those feelings have gotten stronger now, despite the distance. Theyâve gotten potent. To the point where theyâre almost deadly.
And theyâre also sneaky, like a shadow grazing your back and breathing right at the spot where your neck connects to your shoulder. They gradually build up with each passing second of silence that hangs between you. They take their time to build up on momentum; like an avalanche or an upcoming tsunami.Â
And for a moment, just for the shortest of moments, you swear that Kiba can tell.
But luckily for you, he seems to be oblivious about it, or is at least playing it off like he is. And thatâs good! The least he can do after cooking up this mess, is save you the embarrassment that you most certainly donât wish to live through, thank you very much!Â
So you do the next best thing that is currently at your disposal.Â
You object to his genuine affection like an idiot.Â
âWhaaat? You missing me?â Internally cringing at how high your voice is getting in pitch, youâre almost positive that it must hurt his sensitive wolf hearing. However, much to your dismay, you just canât fucking stop acting weird for some reason. âPfsh⊠Didnât anyone tell you that lying isnât nice, Inuzuka?â
For fuckâs sake, youâre acting like heâs holding you at gunpoint.
âUh⊠Okay? HahâŠ?â He gives you a look filled to the brim with doubt, his dark brows faintly scrunching together again. âWell, you wanna know what else ainât nice?â
All you can do is nod. Youâre on the verge of killing yourself right here and now.
âWell, how âbout,â he pretends to ponder, rubbing his chin. âOh! How âbout forgetting all about your best friend the moment you start attending some fancy, goody two shoes college halfway across the country. Yeah.â
Itâs your turn to offer him your best unimpressed stare this time. Your heart feels like itâs stuck inside your throat, pulse rattling behind your teeth.Â
You canât really tell if heâs joking or not. His tone may be light, sure, but you arenât able to read him as well as you used to back in the day, and even then it was pretty bad.
Heâs gotten⊠complicated.
Much like your entire friendship has.
You can still remember the almost kiss that never happened back at his place that caused this entire flurry of very, very confusing emotions to start in the first place, or at least present themselves at the surface. Right on the night before youâd packed your bags and ran off to the other side of the country, nearly fully ghosting him on the spot. Your best friend.
âCâmon, man,â you mumble, âdonât be like that.â The guilt is bad enough as it is.
âLike what?â he asks. As is regret.
âDonât hold a grudge like you always do. Iâve come home loads of times between semesters; during the holidays especially,â you hesitantly retort, frowning. âAnd besides, itâs not like you werenât gone all the time either. I saw your posts about all the backpacking and all those roadtrips and whatnot... With Tamaki.âÂ
The mention of his ex-girlfriend catches him off guard. He blinks, flicking his gaze towards the stacked shelves that suddenly seem to become like the most interesting thing in the world.
Goddammit, youâd almost kissed him whileâ whileâ
Still, despite all of that, you wait for him to say something first. Patiently, impatiently; you donât even know anymore.
âI called,â he lamely offers at long last.
âWell, I texted,â you reply in a heartbeat.
âBarely,â he corrects. âYou barely texted.â
Your expression falls somber in an instant. Of course heâd paint you as the bad guy as effortlessly as it is to breathe. Itâs what cancers are known for. Especially cancer men.
âWell,â you stumble, shrugging. âWhat did you want me to do, Kiba? I-I mean, you had a girlfriend.â
âSo?âÂ
He doesnât even ask how you know that theyâve broken up. But to be fair, when you stop posting couple photos on your stories and feed and suddenly unfollow each other, itâs a pretty obvious tell.
âSo? So?â You stare at him, taken aback. âI seriously doubt Tamaki wouldâve been happy to see some random chick blowing up your phone constantly.â
âBut youâre not some random chick. You were my best friend⊠you still are,â he says and Jesus on a fucking cross, the way he says the words makes him sound so fucking hurt.Â
âI know,â is all you can offer. The weight that suddenly sits on your shoulders makes you want to slump. That, or either curling yourself into a ball.
The feeling only gets worse when he says, âWe were supposed to go on those trips together.â
âI know,â you repeat. âIâm sorry.â
He fixes the brim of his cap again. âAre ya, though? Sorry?âÂ
âYes! Of course I am!â You scowl so hard that it makes the bridge of your nose scrunch up in annoyance. âIf I could do something about it, I would. Trust me.â
He looks at you; really looks at you. Up and down. And then he says, âThen do it.â
âDo what?â you ask dumbly.
âGo on a trip with me,â he explains. âToday.â
âToday?â
âDid I fuckinâ stutter?â
You stare at him. He stares right back, gaze unmoving.Â
Fucking hell, heâs actually serious about this.
âBut Iâm⊠Iâm not really a backpacking kind of girl,â you try meekly.Â
Just the mere idea of going somewhere remote with him completely alone is making you feel warm all over. You need to get yourself out of this mess ASAP!
âNo worries,â he replies faster than a heartbeat. âWe can always go camping.â
You bite the inside of your cheek. âCamping?â
âYeah. For one night,â he says. âI know a really good spot that I go to all the time.â
âBut Iââ You fumble once more, looking down at the pretty nail polish on your toes. âI donât even have the proper clothes for it. Like those fancy gym clothes.â
âHeh.â You attempt to ignore the way his chuckle makes your heart want to jump. Especially as he leans in slightly to say, âAll you need is a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. Oh, or maybe those grey leggings that you always liked to wear and that make your ass look great⊠Do you still have those?â
He snickers like a child when you punch him in the shoulder.
âAnd what about the hiking boots, you perv?â you ask, brushing off his lewd comment with heat creeping up your neck.Â
âWhat about âem?â
âI donât have those either.â
âChrist, weâre not going that far, bunny.â He laughs, looking at you in disbelief. âA pair of sneakers will do. Youâre talking and planning like Iâm gonna take you all the way up to the mountains like Iâm some fuckinâ dragon or some shit.â
Your eyes surely must be getting tired from rolling back so much. âHilarious.â
He waits on your answer with a smile; the one that shows that wretched dimple in his cheek and that makes him look entirely innocent despite the oddly sharp canine teeth.Â
Goddammit, you want to kill him because of how cute he is. However, youâre still feeling slightly unsure about the entire thing.Â
Evidently reluctant, you ask, âJust one night?â
âJust one night,â he confirms, nodding vehemently.
âAnd there isnât going to be a full moon or anything⊠of that sort?â
He chuckles at the hidden question. âI wouldnât really be out here shopping for groceries if there was a chance for that to happen, now would I?â
âYeah, I suppose thatâs true,â you trail off. You glance up at him, not fully convinced yet. âDo you promise that youâll take care of everything?â
ââCourse,â he says.
âSay it, then.â
âSay what?â
âThat you promise.â
âSeriously?â
âYes, seriously!â
He sighs at how persistful you are. As if heâs any better! âFine. I promise that Iâll take care of everything.âÂ
Even you.
Seconds pass. One second, two, three. Staring at him with both of your brows tightly knit together, you can literally feel his excitement transferring itself to you through some invisible link between you which youâve never quite managed to sever. You suppose his emotions are just that contagious.
âWell?â he inquires, all giddy-like. âWhat dâyou say?â
âWell,â you trail off, kissing your teeth. âI suppose⊠a single night canât really hurt?â
âFuck, yes!â he exclaims and before you know it, youâre being pulled into a bear hug you didnât even realize how much youâve missed until youâre caught in it all over again.
Your cheek smushes against his chest. Muscle memory kicks in once more; persuading your arms to move on their own accord, letting them wrap around the familiar place a little above his waist that doesnât feel as familiar anymore.Â
He smells good, like amber, the very heart of a forest and all things wild. Itâs earthy, rich, inhumanly strong. It fills your nose, titillates your senses and makes lush greenery and spices start to take root inside your lungs.Â
Every breath makes you dizzier and itâs hard to keep your composure as a result; especially when thereâs a sequence of powerful thump, thump, thumps pounding right against your ear, now.
His heartbeat is so fast. Itâs like he has two.
Youâre silent as you listen to the quick rhythm of his heart. And for a change, so is he. Feeling unsure how much time is passing, you continue to cling onto your best friend in the middle of the empty aisle, reawakening all the memories, warming your body with his heat even if itâs hot enough outside to fry an egg on the concrete.Â
The soles of your colourful flip-flops will surely stick to the sidewalk when you walk back home to gather your things and explain your unexpected trip to your parents.
âKibaââ The last part of his name melds into a giggle from the way he squeezes you so tight that your spine pleasantly cracks in all the places that have been feeling way too stiff from the all-nighters you had to pull during exam week, and progresses into a quiet squeal for help by the time he swings you from side to side like an excited boy would his favourite toy.
âUgh, mâsorry!â He laughs as he releases you, letting you plant your feet back onto the white tiles where they belong. âI just had to get that outta my goddamn system. Itâs been building up for years.âÂ
âItâs okay,â you say, punching his shoulder again, this time playfully. âI always knew you were secretly a softy.â
The tips of his ears turn pink at that. The blush is not strong enough to be noticed by you, but he feels the warmth, feels the subtle prickling along the back of his neck.
Why is it so intense?
It makes his voice drop lower as he mutters a flustered, âAs if.â
âWhat, I really did!â
âYeah, yeah, whatever⊠But all jokes aside, I really am glad that youâre back,â he admits before you can beat him to it. He pulls back just enough to look you directly in the eyes and smiles. âI really did miss you a whole lot, bunny.â
Itâs hard to be vulnerable and admit that youâve missed him too, so you keep quiet as you plaster your best smile onto your lips again and reach up to jokingly flick the tip of his nose.
âI thought I told you to stop calling me that.â
Perhaps itâll distract him from the fact that unlike him, youâre as cowardly as they get.
âââ
âHey, I meant to ask⊠How come you didnât bring Akamaru with you today?â
Some time after bumping into you in the grocery store, Kiba stills for a second at the innocent question you present before him whilst walking the narrow forest path that is supposed to be leading you to your destination.
In the late afternoon hours, the forest feels like itâs alive. There are birds chirping amongst the branches of the trees above your heads and warm sunlight filters through the leaves. A nearby stream keeps busy by smoothing down the rocks inside it. Everything thrives during the summer.
Even the air smells better; like itâs been thoroughly ridden of your townâs signature scent. But despite the fact that youâve reached the point of summer when dog days are approaching fast, every inhale you take now feels fresh and satisfyingly cool instead of sticky whilst it travels down your airway.
Itâs nice to be able to breathe again.Â
And as for Kiba, well, he wishes he could say the same.
Following closely behind you, the young werewolf realizes that he is finding it harder and harder to concentrate the further progress you make on your hike. And while there may be plenty of reasons for his lack of focus at the moment, taking the fact that youâve still got a lot of catching up to do into account, the main one is also the one that concerns him the most.
You just smell so fucking delicious to him, itâs insane.
He wants to devour you.
And how couldnât he want that? There are phantom strawberries weaved into your hair and clothes from the matching shampoo and body wash set that you must have showered with before leaving your house. Sunscreen sits on your skin, turning the fruity notes even more summery than they already are.
If he walks close enough, he can even smell the sweat that slowly gathers on the back of your neck as you ascend the gradual slope of the hill that heâs planning to set up camp on.
So yeah, itâs hard to stay away, when all your scent does is lure him in. Hard to keep in-check, when youâre practically calling out to him, inviting him to come closer. Heâs missed the way you smell so much.
God, if only he could just shove his nose into the crook of your neck andâ
âKiba?â
âHuh?âÂ
The man in question blinks now, looking up only to find you standing several meters ahead of him; hands glued to your hips and brow quirked. He didnât even realize that heâd come to a full stop while thinking about certain scenarios heâd rather not say out loud for the sake of your well-being.
âSorry,â he says before he awkwardly clears his throat and quickens his pace to reach you again. âWhat did you say? I kinda got sidetracked for a bit there.â
âBy what?â You part your lips wider, huffing whilst trying to gather your breath. He looks like he hasnât even broken a sweat while youâre literally feeling like your lungs are about to collapse any second now. To make matters even worse, heâs also skilfully avoided the pesky tree root that almost made you trip earlier without even as much as glancing at it.Â
âYou know what, never mind that,â you say, shaking your head. âI just asked why you didnât bring Akamaru with us today?â
âOh, umm⊠Well, ya know; heâs gotten pretty old by now so he canât really make the trek as effortlessly as he used to,â he starts to explain and you donât miss the hint of melancholy that overcomes his voice ever so slightly now. âNowadays I just leave him at my momâs whenever I go hiking.â
âOh,â you mutter while wrapping your fingers around the straps of your old backpack which youâve dug up from the back of your siblingâs closet. Your grip tightens a bit as you add, âIâm sorry about that. I know how much you care about that dog.â
âI mean, itâs not like heâs dead or anything, hah,â he says, his chuckle kind of bitter. âHeâs just a senior dog now, doing senior things. Nothing wrong with that, donâtcha think?â
âTrue,â you mumble, feeling guilty that youâd even asked the question in the first place. I mean, of course his puppy would be old by now. He's had him ever since he was seven, for crying out loud!
âSo, anyway,â you say as you turn around to continue your way up the hill youâre practically yearning to reach the top of now, âyou just go hiking alone, then? Since Akamaru stays at your momâs?â
âMostly, yeah,â he replies as he follows suit. You try not to pay attention to how attentive you are to his presence all of a sudden. âBefore, it was usually just me and Tam, but now thatââ
You pretend not to notice the way he cuts himself off mid-sentence the moment he accidentally mentions his ex-girlfriendâs name. Pretend that hearing it doesnât make your chest feel a bit too tight all of a sudden, and not from lack of air or your rather poorly prowess in physical fitness.
âUh,â he fumbles.
âDonât you get scared, though?â you continue as if nothing has happened, helping him out. âHiking all alone?â
If heâs grateful for your assistance, he doesnât show it, because now he sounds genuinely confused as he says, âWhat is there to be scared of, exactly?â
His question makes you come to an abrupt stop. You turn your head to the side so that you can look at him over your shoulder. âWhat do you mean, âwhat is there to be scared ofâ? Itâs a forest, Kiba.â
âSo?â he replies, sounding even more confused.
âAre you being for real right now?â The blatantly puzzled look that settles onto his face puzzles you just as greatly in return, now.Â
Especially when he says, âIâm not entirely sure how you want me to answer that.â
âWell, I donât know,â you say. âWhat if thereâs, like⊠a bear, or something?â
He snorts at your idea, making you feel like youâre stupid for even suggesting a thing like that in the first place.Â
âWhat?â you fuss, glaring at him. âWhatâs so funny?â
âNothing, itâs just that there arenât any bears in these woods, dummy,â he answers, the last word kind despite if itâs usually meant as something derogatory.
You scoff, rolling your eyes for the millionth time today. âAnd how would you know that, oh, wise, all-knowing one?â
Kiba pauses as he smirks, rather resting his gaze onto a spot somewhere amongst the tree line instead of you. You catch the slight flutter of a muscle in his cheek as he grits his teeth and exhales.
His voice is low, but confident as he finally says, âBecause around these parts, sweetheart, Iâm the biggest predator. And luckily for us, bears tend to keep to themselves instead of picking fights with something that is much, much bigger than them.â
Youâre not entirely sure if you want to know how big he can actually get, nor how far heâs actually able to see with those wolf eyes of his as he keeps on looking off into the greenery. His expression is one of the most complacent ones youâve seen in a long while.Â
Still, you manage just enough bravery to swallow the thick saliva thatâs now started to gather inside your mouth so that you can ask, âSo youâre saying that you can take a bear in a fight? Like an actual living, breathing bear?â
âI mean,â he drawls, shrugging in such a nonchalant way that it only pisses you off further, âit wouldnât be the first time.â
Your eyes open wide as your heart drops to your fucking ass. âWhat?! Are you serious?â
âNo, Iâm joking.â
Dead silence meets him from your side at his bad take on a prank. And Kiba â foolish, brainless Kiba â canât help but start laughing at the look of pure, unhinged fury that starts to twist your features now. It makes your nostrils outright flare like a bullâs thatâs been irked for far too long.
He gets startled when you start stomping towards him, though.
âIâm sorryââ He begins walking backwards to cause more distance between himself and the wrath that is you, laughter still escaping his lips. âI didnât think that youâd actuallyââ
Youâre too angry at him to notice how good his balance actually is. He doesnât trip once despite the fact that heâs blindly walking backwards on uneven terrain; much less loses his footing or actually falls over.
His abnormally honed sense of stability only drives you more mad. By the time you finally catch up to him and shove him by pressing both hands against his chest, the startled little yelp he lets out in response is barely satisfying.
âHey, donât do that; Iâll fall!â
âGood, because thatâs what I was hoping for!â
âOh, câmon⊠Hey!â He comes to a stop, grabbing you by the wrist when you try to strike him for a second time. âI told you I was sorry, didnât I?â
âSorry? Sorry? Oh, go fuck yourself, you absolute dick,â you snap at his half-assed apology and are practically gritting your teeth whilst trying not to pay mind to how his touch practically sears your skin. âI hope a bear actually does come into these woods just so it can maul you into a million tiny little pieces!â
âAha⊠Iâd like to see it try.â His eyes burn like a furnace when he says that. Itâs even worse when he yanks on your wrist and pulls you closer, as if to prove a point.
The fire within subdues your own flames in an instant. It makes you lose your edge.
âYouâ Youâ Ugh!â The slight upturn of your nose almost comes across as snobbish as you whip your head away from him in one sharp movement and shove him again with your free hand, causing his grip to break free, but not because you want it to. âGo away.â
Watching you with profound amusement, Kiba thinks all your worrying is to die for.
Nothingâs really changed, now has it?
And as a result, the smile in his voice is almost unbearably audible as he hurries after you the moment you start walking again. Your pace has become much faster than it was before, but he has no trouble whatsoever in catching up.Â
Heâs right behind you as he says, âI was just fucking with you a lilâ bit, can you blame me?âÂ
âOh, yeah,â you retort coldly, still not looking at him. âI most definitely can.â
âChrist, donât be like that, bunny,â he says, nudging you in the shoulder with the help of his palm.Â
The touch, mostly platonic and what youâd consider meant to be purely reassuring in nature, nevertheless causes your entire body to end up becoming overly tense instead. This is the second time that goosebumps outright tighten your skin as his fingers slide down and graze your shoulder blade, as well as one of the backpackâs straps before letting go.Â
Itâs hard to walk the path like a normal person, when every time he touches you feels like heâs leaving you burning in his wake.
âAre we cool now?â he asks when you donât bother replying. You simply canât.
âNo, weâre not âcoolâ, you moron. Fuck you,â you answer when he nudges you for a second time, still fuming. Better yet, youâre the exact opposite from cool.
âMm,â he hums, seemingly deep in thought. You think that heâs finally going to leave you alone, however, much to your dismay, not even a minute of quiet passes before heâs opening his mouth again, asking, âWanna tell me why youâre so mad?â
âGee, I wonder; maybe because youâve got me losing my shit in the middle of the goddamn woods?â You scowl at him before pointing your gaze back onto the ground so that you can avoid falling onto your ass at the worst moment. âI mean honestly, how stupid can you get to even ask me that?â
âWellââ
âDonât answer that!â
âOkay. Okay.â Kiba forces himself to stop the slight, upward curl of his lips at your agitated tone. This is not a laughing matter; or at least that is what he keeps telling himself for your sake. âWhat do you want me to do, then?â
âI want you to go away,â you repeat, exasperated at how heâs obviously fighting every urge to laugh at your bitter attitude.Â
As is expected, he pays you no mind and instead keeps following after you like heâs a dog tied to a leash that your hand holds. You can hear his footsteps trailing closely behind. âAnd where am I supposed to go, if you donât mind me asking?â
âI donât know,â you mumble, frowning. âJust go!â
âBut I donât wanna.â
âWell, I donât give a shit.â
âWell, I donât give a shit that you donât give a shit.â
âFine!â You huff, a certain kind of tightness in your expression when you look at him. âFine. Iâll go, then!â
âAnd where are you gonna go, huh? There isnât a single inch of these woods that I donât know like the back of my hand.â He looks at you, his eyes glimmering with a subtle yellow shade instead of their usual brown. âIâll just track you down like I always do.â
With the expectant, borderline mischievous look he dares you with now, he reminds you of an overexcited puppy.Â
Damn him. Youâre not sure if youâre irked or envious by how unpredictable and free-spirited he is.
It only makes you angrier.
âI donât know, Kiba,â you fuss, looking away and pinching the bridge of your nose to save yourself from getting flustered all over again. âProbably somewhere far away from you, because to be completely honest, youâre annoying the utter, living crap outta me right now, okay?â
He stares at you for a couple of seconds, paying mind to the way your voice cracks midway. Youâre clearly upset, frustrated, perhaps even overwhelmed by the way he keeps one-upping you with every sentence.
It prompts him to walk closer to where you stand. To lean into your space, carefully reach out and pry your hands away from your face so that he can give you that same look that heâd given you all those years ago when heâd been sick and you were swinging by his house every single day after school.Â
The one thatâs completely, utterly riddled with an emotion you cannot bring yourself to understand even to this day.
âGod, what do you want now?â you ask, your gaze still persistently avoidant.
âI want to apologize,â he says, this time completely serious. When you look up, he continues, âI know that I can be⊠a lot to handle at times, andââÂ
You purse your lips, mumbling under your breath, âYeah, well, a lot is an understatement when it comes to you.â
He chuckles, huffing a laugh. âOkay, smartass; shush. I wasnât done talkinâ yet.â
You glower at the way he shushes you, but otherwise keep silent.
âNow, where was I? Oh, yeah. I also know that it drives you up the wall when Iâm a lot, so⊠yeah. Iâll tone it down, but you also gotta stop worrying so damn much, okay? It ainât good for ya.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â you ask.
âWhat I mean is that youâre just always actinâ so goddamn uptight, bunny; I can sense it! So just⊠try and relax for once, yeah? Allow yourself to enjoy something thatâs a lilâ bit spontaneous. Go fuckinâ crazy, go wild; all that good shit, ya know?â he says, and all of a sudden heâs resting both big palms on your shoulders, shaking you gently as if trying to rid you of your nerves. âDeal?â
âI wasnât⊠worrying.â Your heartbeat quickens at the doubtful look he gives you next. âBut yeah. Yeah, okay. Deal. Going crazy, going wild; wooâŠâ
Youâre soap-sliver thin. Transparent. Ever the complicator. That âwooâ was pitiful.
But itâs a start.
âAttagirl, there she is,â he says as he ruffles your hair and fixes his backpack back into place. It encourages you to do the same with your own while he slips by you and walks a couple steps ahead, letting you breathe again. âNow letâs go. Weâre almost there, but I wanna get the tent ready before the sun gets the chance to set.â
âTent?â you mumble, following after him. âAs in⊠singular?â
âYeah?â This time itâs his turn to look at you over his shoulder. âWhat, did you think that I was gonna carry two of âem on my back? Weâre sharing; itâs easier.â
Thump, thump, thump!
âOh. Um.â You swallow hard as you rub the spot where your heart lies with a sweaty hand. âOkay.â
Heâs quiet for a second. And then he asks, âDoes that make you uncomfortableâŠ? âCause at the end of the day, I can always sleep outside. I just thought itâd beââ
âNo, weâre good,â you say, cutting him off. âI donât mind.â
âYouâre sure?â
âYeah. I mean, itâs not like we havenât slept together before,â you say. And nearly choke on your own words. âWait! Wait, I-I meant like, you know, like back when we were younger.â
Thump, thump, thump, thump!
God, youâre thankful that heâs walking ahead of you so that he canât see you experiencing your meltdown.
Kiba seems to ignore your little hiccup, because all he says now is, âPositive?â
You take a deep breath. Exhale. Clear your head just enough to ask, âWhatâs with all the questions all of a suddenâŠ?â
âNothinâ,â he mumbles, his posture straight. âI just wanna make sure youâre cool with it.â
âYeah, well all itâs doing is making me feel nervous again.â
âOh, shit; okay, okay!â He turns to look at you again, his eyes wide. âWeâre relaxing, weâre chilling⊠Look at the pretty nature, look at the trees! So zen, right? Real âlive, laugh, loveâ type of shit right here, yes, maâam!â
Eventually, his rambling makes timid laughter echo throughout the forest.
What an idiot.
âââ
Ever since youâve set up camp and settled on the small clearing on top of the hill, youâve learned three things.
One, the stars are a beautiful sight that stretches far and beyond the inky sky when thereâs not as much light pollution present to dim them out.Â
Two, your best friend is a master when it comes to putting up a tent and starting a campfire.
And three, he can also whip up some really, I mean really mean sâmores.
That last one is why youâre practically humming whilst you sit by the fire that night; dressed in your favourite hoodie and continuously licking droplets of melted chocolate off your fingertips with utmost delight.
With his dark irises adorned with dancing orange flames, Kibaâs eyes can best be described as blazing when he looks up at you.
âWhath?â you mumble, mouth full of marshmallows.
âEasy there, tiger,â he taunts. âLeave some for the rest of us, will ya?â
âLeave me alone,â you answer just as lightheartedly when you swallow. Finally willing yourself to relax, your voice sounds muffled because of how you pop the tip of your thumb out of your overly-sweet mouth, âAs if you didnât eat like six of them already.â
âI ate six âcause Iâm a big fella with an even bigger appetite,â he counters immediately. âWhatâs your excuse?â
âWell, if you must know,â you brush him off with a rather sassy flick of the wrist. âIâm ovulating right now and it makes me hungrier than usual.â
Just as youâve expected, Kiba splutters and nearly drops the bottle heâd just been drinking water out of. A series of coughing and choking noises ensue that make it very hard to hide your satisfaction.
By the time he manages to collect himself, youâre still musing. âYou okay there, Inuzuka?â
âChrist,â he says, his voice so hoarse that it forces him to clear his throat for a second time around.Â
âWhat?â
âNothing.â He swallows hard, Adamâs apple bobbing like always. âItâs just that you donât have to be so upfront about it.â
âUm, okayâŠ? I was just joking, you know... Didnât think youâd take it as seriously as you did.â Your upper lip quivers as you let out a quiet, almost self-deprecating laugh at the look of guardedness that crosses his face when you speak the words.Â
Itâs almost like heâs conflicted about how to act around you all of a sudden.Â
And itâs also the reason why you canât help but ask, âWhatâs the big deal, though? Does it gross you out or something?â
âNo. Gosh, no,â he immediately says and for a second you swear that thereâs a blush tinging his already sun-kissed cheeks when he turns to look at the fire instead of you.Â
He seems to be struggling with finding the right thing to say as he runs his hands up and down his knees and brings them closer to his chest. âYou know Iâm not like that. Itâs just that⊠well, I donât wanna think about it, is all. About you, in that kind of way, I mean.â
He canât risk it because he can still remember the scent of it from way back when he was seventeen. Can still remember how dangerously good it smelled it to him.
God, you were so alluring to him. You still are.
âOh.â Ouch. You donât realize that you take his words the wrong way, so they sting you in the place where your heart supposedly lies. Nevertheless, you still manage to smile like the brave girl youâre trying to be as you say, âWell, luckily for you; you wonât have to, because I havenât ovulated in like three years or so, hah.â
He perks up as his eyes shift back to you. âWhatâs that supposed tâmean?â
You shake your head, wishing to move on from the conversation but this time he strangely persists, pestering you to give him an answer even if heâd been the one acting weird about it earlier.
So you finally oblige, âWell, uh, Iâm on birth control.â
He tilts his head to the side like a dog. âWhy?â
Your brow furrows. âWhat do you mean âwhyâ?â
He looks at you like youâre dumb. âWhy are you on birth control?â
âBecause I donât want to get pregnant while having sexâŠ?â you trail off. âIsnât that supposed to be obvious?â
His eyes widen, dark brows shooting up so high that they could touch his hairline. âYouâre fucking someone?â
Now is your turn to be taken aback. âI-I mean⊠I used to, yeah.â
Displeasure turns Kibaâs stomach into a pit of despair. He realizes that heâs not very fond of the idea of someone touching you like that. âWhen? And who?â
âIâm not telling you that!â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I donât want to talk to you about my sex life!â
âWhy not?â he repeats, still oddly intrigued, almost nosy. âI can tell you all âbout mine if you tell me âbout yours.â
âHell no.â You whip your head forward, glaring into the fire whilst grabbing the nearby stick that you used to roast â or should you say burn â your marshmallows with before. Poking the embers with it, the frown thatâs on your lips only deepens now as you watch the sparks dance up into the night sky. âThanks for the offer, but I think Iâll pass on listening to you talk about all your failed sexual conquests.â
He chuckles with what you think is amusement, but the sound is oddly strained. âWhat makes you think that theyâre failed ones?â
You purse your lips. âWell, youâve broken up with Tamaki, didnât you?â
âI broke up with Tam for other reasons,â he mutters, his smile wavering for a slight second. âThe sex had nothinâ to do with it.â
You donât want to tread these waters and besides, itâs better to keep things light. So you sit straighter as you stick your tongue out at him, taunting, âOr maybe itâs just your insanely small dick thatâs to blame, did you ever think about that?âÂ
âOh, yeah, bet. Itâs definitely small, all right.â Kiba huffs a laugh at your jab. And then he leans slightly closer; not too close, but just enough for the proximity to feel slightly more intimate than platonic.Â
His pupils are so big that they remind you of two vortexes as he whispers, âWanna take a look just to make sure?â
Sinful thrill erupts within your gut at the closeness and his rather sly comment. It shakes you to your core even if you donât want it to. So with your train of thought becoming all fucked up and wacky all of a sudden, you turn away from facing him, feeling the heat from the fire kiss your already much too-warm cheeks.
With your voice merely above a murmur, you sound like youâre almost out of breath as you utter, âYouâre so gross.â
âEh,â he shrugs and crosses his arms behind his head as he pushes further back against the log youâre both leaning against with the provided comfort of your backpacks. âYouâre used to it.â
âWhat I am,â you say, side-eyeing him, âis traumatized.â
âOh, boohoo.â He pretends to pout, closing his eyes, âBig bad Kiba keeps on bullying me. Poor, poor me.â
You giggle, poking the embers again. âRemember back when Sasuke used to bully you in elementary?â
âTsch.â You watch as he clicks his tongue, his eyes still closed. âThat Uchiha twink definitely did not bully me.â
âHe kept on saying how your teeth were too big to properly fit inside your mouth.â
âMhmmm,â Kiba drawls, crossing one ankle over the other. His eyelids flutter open slightly, the orange glow from the fire further complimenting his tan skin and dark hair. âAnd then, if memory serves right, I bit him for it.â
âAnd then you bit him for it, yes,â you echo, stifling another giggle. It makes your shoulders shake as you tug on the sleeves of your oversized hoodie. âOh my gosh, remember how pissed Mr. Umino got at you for that?â
âI think I got like two weeks of detention for it,â he drawls. âIt was worth it though... I never liked Sasuke all that much for some reason.â
âNo, I think it was more like three weeks than it was two? Because I remember having to walk back home from school all alone every day and thinking how it was taking ages.â
âYeah?â He turns slightly so that he can look at you from the corner of his eye. âYou actually remember that?â
âWhy wouldnât I?â you ask.
âUh,â he blinks, his expression turning blank. ââCause instead of paying attention to the pain and suffering of your best friend, you were probably way too busy actinâ annoyingly obsessed with Sasuke, just like every other girl was doing in our year?â
âWhat?â Your eyebrows knit together at this newly-acquired information. âI wasnât obsessed with him!â
Kiba turns to give you a look that outright spells bullshit.
âCome on,â you glance at him, head hanging low. âDonât gimme that look.â
âWhat look?â he answers, still giving you that exact look.
âThe one that makes me feel like Iâm lying.â
The corners of his lips quirk upward. âBut you are lying.â
âAm not.â
âAre too.â
âUgh.â You scoff, playing with the strings on your hoodie. âFine, maybe I did have a little crush on him. You canât really blame me for it, though! Sasuke was, like⊠devastatingly pretty, okay?â
âSo thatâs your type, huh?â he asks, his foot dancing along the rhythm of a silent song you probably donât know. âPretty boys? Sorry, devastatingly pretty boys?â
âI donât have a type,â you counter, ignoring his jab.
âSure you do.â
âI seriously donât.â
âEveryone has a type, though.â
âNot me.â
Kiba falls silent for a moment as he stares into the fire. You pass the time by watching the flames dance across his cheekbones; along the dangerously sharp line that is his jaw. His eyelashes are thick and long, and the curve of his nose is delicate and slightly upturned at the end.
He looks like heâs still deep in thought by the time he finally says, âWell, maybe you just havenât found it yet. Your type, I mean.â
âYeah,â you reply, unable to stop staring at his side profile. âMaybe.â
Or maybe, just maybe, your type is right in front of your nose.
âââ
What you also learn after stomping out the campfire and clambering inside the tent that night, is that even though youâve slept in the same bed countless of times before, the entire ordeal is much different now that your best friend has gotten bigger.
Because instead of laying beside you like he used to do back in the day when you were kids, Kiba somehow ends up fully surrounding you this time.
Heâs everywhere all at once, his presence and that warm amber scent filling every last inch of the small tent youâre both currently residing in. Being so close to him, practically wrapped in his embrace and with your back firmly pressed against his chest, feels oddly familiar even if itâs currently being executed for the sole purpose of keeping you warm throughout the night.
But itâs not quite the same, now that youâre adults, now is it?Â
Itâs almost⊠inappropriate. In some way at least.
âShouldâve brought warmer clothes with ya, bunny,â he mumbles at some point, his face so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath brushing the back of your neck. âYouâre practically shiverinâ.â
His drawl â even more prominent now that you think heâs half-asleep â makes your blood want to boil, and not out of anger. He talks to you like heâs trying to get into your panties, but you know that thatâs not the case.Â
Heâs made it pretty fucking clear that he wants nothing to do with you with the whole âbeing too upfrontâ situation earlier, after all.
So you take a deep breath to calm yourself â and hopefully whisk the confusing thoughts away that are doing more harm than good â before you murmur, âYeah, and whose fault is that?â
He chuckles as he gives your stomach a single stroke, the sound lazy and laid-back just like the movement is. âMm⊠I believe itâs mine.â
âNo shit.â You sigh as you curl yourself tighter and shift even closer to his chest that is providing you with all this heavenly warmth you simply canât get enough of. âGod, I canât believe that Iâve let you talk me into going camping in just my leggings and an old hoodie⊠I knew I couldnât trust you.â
âHey, now,â he objects, âyou can trust me. I just forgot that regular humans canât handle the cold as well as I can.â
âIf I could trust you, I wouldnât be freezing my ass off in the middle of the woods right now, Kiba!â You whine, annoyed. âUgh, youâre always so reckless and never stop to think things through. Nothingâs changed.â
âThatâs fair, I suppose,â he mutters into the dark, lips a firm line of seriousness. He always finds you so cute whenever you get pissy and say his name like that, but something with your sentence doesnât sit right with him this time. âBut Iâm trying to fix it, arenât I?â
âWell, so far youâre not doing that good of a job,â you pout in answer. âIâm still cold.â
Silence settles between you for a couple of moments. The only sound you can hear, or should you rather say feel, is the strong beating of his heart as it drums against your spine.
It turns a bit erratic by the time he says, âIâve got an idea.â
You roll over to look at him. âWhat kind of idea?â
âHear me out,â he says. âHow about you take off yourââ
Nearly choking on your own saliva, you try to ignore the way his quickening pulse makes your tummy tighten as you rush to cut him off with a high-pitched, âNo!â
âJust hear me out, will ya?â Kibaâs voice fades into nothing as he rests his chin on the top of your head. Heâs mumbling as he says, âIf you get undressed, itâll be easier toââ
âNope! Nope, nope, nope,â you squeak out, quickly shaking your head, making him pull back slightly. âAbsolutely not.â
âBut you didnât even let me finish!â
âAnd I donât need to, because I know exactly where this is going,â you chide, brow furrowing so prominently that thereâs a small v etching itself into your forehead, now. âI am not getting naked with you under the pretense of sharing body heat.â
No way in hell are you about to fall for one of his jokes again. They just leave you hanging in the end, looking desperate.
âOh, câmon; why not?â he says, voice so genuinely curious that it almost makes him sound innocent and free from any intent to scheme whatsoever. His fingers dig deeper into your hoodie as he adds, âI mean, itâs not like I havenât already seen all your bits and pieces before.â
You push away from him so that you can face him instead, supporting yourself with the help of your palms. The inside of the tent is dark, so dark that you can barely see the outline of him, but you just know that heâs smiling; the little shit.
âThose bits and pieces, as youâve so kindly called them, have changed a lot since weâve last shared a kiddie pool, Ki,â you mumble, feeling heat growing up your neck and down your middle. It takes all the effort in the world to not let it slip to that tingly place between your legs, especially because thereâs a calm rumble of a laugh thundering inside his chest, now.
âItâll warm you up faster,â he pushes. âThatâs all I want, I swear.â
âNo thanks,â you refuse, fighting the urge to not shrivel up and simply die from embarrassment. âIâm perfectly content with waiting for your wolfy heat to reach me through the many, many layers of our clothes.â
âYou sure?â he asks. ââCause itâs gonna be a long night.â
âYep.â
âAbsolutely sure?â
âYes!â You squeeze his arm, digging your nails into his dark green hoodie as if in warning before you turn your back towards him again and shuffle closer. âNow shut up and go to sleep already.â
ââKay,â he relents at long last, sighing. âSuit yourself.â
âI sure plan to, thank you very much!â
âAha.â
Heâs uncharacteristically quiet as he settles back into the folds of your unzipped sleeping bags that youâve overlapped just so that you can be conjoined together into a mess of limbs. And as a result, the silence to follow is so heavy. It succeeds in making you jittery as hell, as if the chill didnât help with that already.
âStop moving around so much, Iâm tryinâ to sleep,â he fusses by the time itâs your third time switching positions and pushing further up against him. Unlike before, he sounds like heâs actually agitated now.
âI canât help it if Iâm cold,â you whine, rubbing your feet against his calves.Â
The feeling of your socks gaining friction against his sweatpants is nice for you from the way it steadily creates warmth, however for Kiba itâs an annoyance that seemingly has no end.
Itâs the reason as to why his tone comes across as an irked hiss when he says, âYeah, well, thatâs not my problem, now is it?âÂ
âBut it is,â you reply, still running the soles of your feet up and down his legs. âYou were the one who kept on saying that a hoodie would be just fine to wear.â
âNo, Iâ Can you stop doing that already?!â He grunts, poking you in the side and causing you to jump. âYou know damn well how much the whole feet thing pisses me off.â
âWell, wanna know what pisses me off?â
âWhat?â
âBeing so cold that my teeth are practically chattering.â
âAll right, thatâs it.â
Your breathing staggers in the back of your throat as you watch him sit up so that he can start taking his hoodie off. He reaches for the back of it, strong back flexing as he pulls it over his head and throws it into one corner thatâs to your left.
The white t-shirt he wears underneath gets tugged along, riding up his spine slightly. And goddammit, itâs hard not to ogle at him; hard not to leer at all the tight, defined lines of muscle paired with the contrasting smoothness of tan skin, at how his dark hair tickles the nape of his neck now that itâs all ruffled.Â
But maybe if youâre sneaky with it, he wonât be able to tell? And besides, itâs pretty dark anyway andâ
âStop staring,â he says like heâs reading your mind. âThereâs drool drippinâ at the corner of your mouth already.â
You gulp in response to being caught by his exceptional night vision. The sound is loud and embarrassing as it travels down your throat, at least thatâs what youâre thinking.Â
âI wasnâtâ God, youâre so pretentious,â you manage to let out. âIâm just trying to figure out what youâre doing, you prick.â
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing? Iâm getting undressed,â he replies casually as he repeats the same set of movements and takes his T-shirt off as well. âAnd judging by how much youâre complaining about the cold, I suggest you do the same before you freeze to death.â
You bite into the inside of your cheek to stop your upper lip from trembling with stress. âI already told you that Iâm not doing that.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I donât want to.â
Something changes inside him at your denial. It makes him sound more tense as he says, âCan you please stop making a fuss for once and just do it?â
âNo.â
âCâmon.â
âNo, Kiba.â
âFine, then freeze,â he quips, suddenly snappier than usual. His blood feels like itâs simmering. Wait, has it always been this hot in here?
Upset, cold and sticky, flashes throughout your chest at his seemingly careless words. âOkay, maybe I will.â
âFine.â
âFine!â
You glare at each other, fire and ice present in a single look.
âFor fuckâs sake,â he says, trying to tame the persistent flutter of a muscle in his cheek that just wonât go away now. âWhy do you gotta be so stubborn all the time? Itâs like youâre actively searching for reasons to fight with me every chance you get.â
âThatâs not true. You just donât like it when I donât comply with what you want,â you spit back, narrowing your eyes. âYouâre the stubborn one.â
Another beat of silence passes between you and he uses it to inhale a deep breath and exhale it out just as slowly. It looks like heâs trying to calm himself, fighting every urge not to snap at you again.
âIâm just looking out for you,â he counters finally, his features unbearably tight. âI want whatâs best for you, thatâs all.â
âOh, please.â You force out a laugh that doesnât come from the heart. âAs if you know whatâs best for me.â
âAnd you do?â He looks at you, brows raised in challenge. ââCause how the hell is getting sick just because youâre too big of a pussy to take your shirt off the thing thatâs best for you?â
Your toes start to curl with irritation under the layer of the sleeping bag youâre still tucked into. âIâd rather be a pussy any day, than an obsessively controlling alpha asshole who canât take a no for an answer.âÂ
âOh, thatâs rich, coming from the control freak herself,â he says, nearly copying the same bitter laugh youâve let out earlier. âYouâre talking as if you donât start acting batshit crazy whenever a single thing doesnât go the way you imagined it to go.â
How on earth did this turn into an actual argument so out of the blue? Is he actually that irritated that you refuse to undress? Or is there something else to blame for all of this?
Either way, things are escalating fast.
Your face feels hot from all the mixed emotions youâre experiencing as you draw your blade and stick it into the place where you know it hurts him the most because heâs done the same to you, âI might be a control freak⊠Youâre just a freak.âÂ
âYou wanna talk to me about being a freak?â He laughs again, quieter this time but the sound is cold and sharp as ice. ââCause how can you call me that, if back when I met you, no one could even stand the sight of you!âÂ
He sucks in one breath, two, three before he continues, unable to stop, âNo one could even talk to you. Do you remember that? Not until I stepped in, at least. So call me a freak all you want if it makes you feel any better, princess, but at the end of the day, I was still the one who put you out there while all you did was feel sorry for yourself.â
âYou didnât do shit!â The anger that drops upon your unsuspecting mind is like a thick, red fog. It makes your voice rise higher as you say, âAll youâve been doing for all these years, is breathing down my neck!â
âItâs not like I fucking chose to do that, goddammit!â Kiba snaps, voice suddenly gruff, heart pounding. His pulse feels like itâs racketing behind his teeth as he grits them so hard it makes his jaw hurt. âI mean, do you actually think that I want to spend the rest of my life wondering where the fuck you are and what youâre doing, when you canât even put in the effort to text me back? Do you think that I want to keep being your friend, when you donât evenââ
âI didnât ask you to!â You push forward, getting all up into his face as hurt sears the inside of your chest, making it heavy. âI didnât ask you to be my friend, I didnât ask you to keep trying to stay in touch, I didnât ask you to keep monitoring me like some fucking psycho! I didnât ask you to do any of those things.â
âYou not asking for it is not the fucking issue, all right!â His face contorts into a look of prominent displeasure, the bridge of his nose scrunching. Itâs clear how much youâre pissing him off; itâs making him say things he otherwise wouldnât.
âThen tell me what the issue is!â You inhale, your own breathing quick and unfulfilling from how emotional youâre getting. It feels like you canât suck enough air into your lungs no matter how hard you try. âEnlighten me, Kiba, please! Because quite frankly, I have no freaking clue what youâre going on about right now.â
âThe issue,â he finally says, eyes bleary with fury and disdain, âis that Iâm stuck with you. And guess what, you get to leave. I canât. You get to fuck off to the other side of the goddamn country completely unfazed after every summer, and I canât despite trying, because Iâm feeling every mile of distance that separates me from you and it makes me fucking sick!âÂ
The words are like a waterfall to spill from his mouth, he canât stop them. âYou get to meet new people, you get to befriend them and sleep with them and love them, all while every. Single. One of my relationships falls apart because Iâm stuck thinking about you, and only you. I mean Jesus fucking Christ, Iâm thinking about you whenever I go to sleep, when I go to the gym, when I go to work⊠I was even thinking about you every time I fucked my girlfriend, who is now my ex, thanks to you!â
He ceases, breathing hard through his nose now, opening his mouth to say something, then thinking better of it.
Meanwhile, every single muscle in your body goes weak, almost numb. His stare is feverish and remains glued to your face; it makes you feel like youâll drop dead any second now despite the fact that your stomach is doing cartwheels and high-pitched white noise progressively fills your ears.Â
If there wasnât a humongous lump jammed inside your throat, youâd perhaps be able to tell how dry your mouth has turned all of a sudden.Â
But you donât. So itâs no wonder why your voice cracks as you at long last look at your childhood best friend, the person youâve always trusted the most, and ask, âSo, youâre in love with me? Is that what youâre trying to say?â
âHah,â he snorts, the sound completely unenthusiastic. âI wish it was that simple.âÂ
âThen what else is there?â
âIâm bonded to ya, sweetheart.â His stare hardens. âYouâre my mate. Always have been, always will be. Congrats.â
Thump, thump, thump!
âMate?â Your heart nearly breaks your ribcage in half from how intensely it starts to pound at the word. âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â
âIt means⊠It means that Iâve longed for you ever since the first day I saw you, okay? God.â He groans, running his hand down his cheek, then the side of his neck. His skin has become so slick with sweat that it causes his fingers to glide. âAnd it means that Iâll still long for you no matter what you do, or how far away you go, or who you end up with... Youâre a part of me. And I canât do shit about it.â
His words make your head swim. Itâs hard to concentrate because of it, the rising nausea only making things worse, but you still manage enough willpower to ask, âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âI didnâtâ...â He inhales a long breath again, only one this time. And pulls a face you canât read. âI didnât want you to feel pressured by it⊠Like you were obligated to be with me or something, just âcause I was having a bad time.â
âSo instead you decided to be my friend for all these years? So that I could have my chance at freedom and youâd still have a reason to be near me?â Disappointment flashes throughout your brain like lightning. You feel played. âDoes that mean that our entire friendship was, like⊠just some ploy to help you get closer to me or whatever?â
âFuck no.â His shoulders slump as he practically succumbs to the weight of his own body. The world feels like itâs spinning all of a sudden. âThe bond had nothing to do with that; well, maybe at the start, but definitely not afterwards. I was your friend because you were actually cool to hang out with, despite being kind of a dork. Even if you were my mate, you were still smart, and nice, and⊠andâŠâ
And itâs only then, when you close the gap between yourself and him to catch him, that you realize how high his body temperature has gotten. How his skin feels like itâs blazing underneath the tips of your fingers when you press your hand to his chest on pure instinct. How the blush that tints his cheeks is stark red; intense enough to even reach the tips of his ears and the base of his neck.
His blood has always run hot, you know that. But never like this.
Never like this.
Itâs even worse than back when he was âsickâ.
âShit⊠Are you feeling okay? Youâre burning up all of a sudden. Like, even more than usual.â Your voice trembles on the words as you speak, low and worried. Itâs like the entire argument is forgotten in a blink of an eye just because youâre sensing that something isnât right with him.
âNo.â Much to your surprise, Kiba gives you a hard smile when you look up into his face. Itâs covered with a thick coat of sweat again even if he had wiped it away just minutes before. âIâm not okay.â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI thinkâŠâ He pauses, letting out a pained sound thatâs almost like a mix between a grunt and a whimper when you cup his face with your hands. âI think that Iâm slipping into rut.â
âRut?â You blink when he takes your hands into his own and hurriedly pries them away from his face, your eyelashes batting against your cheeks. The sudden rush of adrenaline that courses your veins when he starts to let you go makes you feel like youâre hollow inside.
So you cling onto his hands. If anything, theyâre keeping you warm.
He breathes in again, every breath strained. âYou need to stop touching me. Itâs making it worse.â
Your brain feels like itâs turned to mush all of a sudden. All you can do is do as he says and whisper, âOh. Y-yes, okay. Okay.â
âFuck.â He scrubs his hand over his face for what must be the third time now, continuously wiping the liquid salt that just wonât stop oozing out of his pores. âFuck. This is so fucked.â
Your eyes feel like theyâre bulging from how concerned you are. His constant swearing isnât helping the situation. âWhat is?â
âThis whole night. Everything.â He looks away, clearly ashamed. Parts his lips so that he can breathe through his mouth instead of his nose, but it just makes him taste you on the flat of his tongue instead. Drool seeps as a result. âI wasnât even supposed to go into rut for the next couple of weeks at least, maybe even a month from now... I think your scent might have triggered it.âÂ
After all, youâre sweet as summer honey. Honey made just for him.
And being this sweet, itâs no wonder that heâd subconsciously lured you out into the forest and away from other people under the pretense of catching up. No wonder that he had pinned you down with a single look in the middle of a grocery store as soon as you showed even the slightest hint of requited feelings. That heâd been getting impatient, had been getting jealous at the mention of other partners, had even nearly tried manipulating you into getting naked with him â something heâd never thought heâd sink so low to, for fuckâs sake.
All while the rut just stacked one symptom on top of the other.
This entire trip, every single one of his actions, every word, every look had been mere preying. Mere circling whilst getting ready to go in for the kill. After all, youâve been gone for years, leaving him stranded. Catching a mere whiff of your scent â of his mateâs scent â after such a long time had been like an awakening for the beast within; a push for it to take over.
And that beast is ready to come out now. Itâll claw a way out of him if need be. He didnât even realize it until now.Â
Utterly blinded by instinct, heâd been played for a fool by his own psyche.
âKiba?â you whisper his name cautiously, pupils still big as saucers as you repeat, âHey. Are you okay?â
âShit. Shit, shit, shit.â He exhales shakily, ignoring your question. âI-I need to get away from you before Iââ
âWhat? You canât leave me here! What the fuck,â you stammer out, eyes opening even wider in the dark. Ignoring his warnings, you clutch onto him again because heâs simply your only pillar right now. Rut or no rut. Whatever that means.
âWell, I canât stay here,â he snaps in answer and now you can hear the mumble appearing between each word. His already humanly-questionable incisors are growing elongated now, turning into fangs and changing his pattern of speech. âYou have no fucking idea how aggressive I get if I donât get what I want during a rut; what you saw earlier wasnât even the half of it. And I canât... I wonât let you see me like that. I donât want you to thinkââ
âI wonât think anything of you, I promise! Just⊠just please donât leave me here. Please,â you quickly blabber out even if youâre not sure who the words are meant for; you or him. âJust tell me what you need.â
âNo way.â Heâs practically panting, every breath still continuing to be laboured as he says, âYouâre not gonna like it.â
âJust say it.â
âItâs so fucking embarrassing, though.â
âGoddammit, spit it out already!â
âIââ He falters, huffing, only stressing you out further until he finally says, âI need to cum.â
The white noise that had just eased a bit inside your ears immediately gets replaced by the deafening ringing of your pulse. Did you just hear that right?Â
âH-Huh?â is all you can let out as a result.
âI need to cum to make the rut ease up,â he explains impatiently, voice breathless, hoarse. He looks at you, the vein in his neck bulging as his jaw clicks into place again. âFucking hell⊠Mâsorry, Iâm so sorry⊠for everything. You donât gotta do anything if you donât wanna, Iâd never force you butâ fuck, itâs so fucking hot in here. I canât breathe.â
The moment you see him start losing his composure again is the moment that you spring into action.
âHere, letâs just⊠take it easy for a bit.â You blink profusely, trying to gain control of the situation as you ease him onto the pile of sleeping bags. âBreathe in nice and slow, yeah?â
âNo,â he grunts out, tensing again in an instant. âThat makes it worse.â
âOh, right. Right. Sorry.âÂ
Moments pass, all of them feeling like ages even if itâs only a second or two, perhaps three. You spend them all by watching him like a shark in water, not sounding quite like yourself as you force yourself to step out of your comfort zone for once and utter, âLet me help you.â
âWhat?â
âLet me help you with the whole⊠uh.â Your rare, spontaneous decision makes your head want to hurt from all the anxiety itâs causing. âCumming part, I mean.â
âNo.â His cheeks glow red as he swallows hard. âYou seriously donât gotta. Like I said, Iâd neverââ
âI know,â you cut in, giving him a look of what you hope looks like determination instead of pure anxiety. âI know you wouldnât. Besides, thereâs no need for that because I want to, okay?â
Kiba frowns, looking the most exasperated youâve ever seen him be. It makes his voice unusually quiet and small as he whispers, âWhy would you?â
âWant that?â
âYes.â
âI want to because youâre my friend,â you say and itâs the truth. âAnd I donât care what it is that we gotta do to make you feel all right again, Iâll always help you out because of that, okay?â
âBut Iâm a shitty friend. I donât deserve you helping me out; I donât deserve you,â he counters. âI mean, for fuckâs sake⊠Look at the shitshow that I dragged you into just now.â
âYou made it sound like you didnât know this would happen, though,â you argue back, growing more backbone with your tone. âDid I understand that right?â
His teeth sink into the inside of his cheek, instantly drawing blood from how sharper they are than they used to be. He hisses, licking the now aching spot, tasting iron. âYes.â
âOkay, then let me help you,â you try again, unrecognized greed and the bond you canât feel not as nearly as deep as him pushing you forward hand in hand. âYeah?â
Kiba looks at you for a long while. His eyes have gotten so dark that they look like they could absorb you whole when he finally opens his mouth to say, âYeah.â His eyelids flutter shut for a brief second as he shakes his head, as if chasing the doubt away. âYeah, all right.â
With his approval acquired, the couple of seconds to follow are like a blur. You donât know where the sudden burst of confidence comes from as you coax him to lay on his back, but youâre happy itâs there because it keeps your hands somewhat from shaking.
âCome to think of it, maybe we shouldnâtââ He stiffens, the words catching in his throat from the way his cock automatically starts to twitch in his sweats because of the way your unsure touch travels down his stomach, now.
His dark happy trail tickles the tips of your fingers, caramel skin still so hot that youâre surprised heâs still conscious and capable of forming thoughts.Â
âItâs okay, shh,â you soothe him even if your heart feels like itâs climbed up your throat again when he immediately pushes himself up with the help of his elbows so that he can look at you. Youâre both trying so hard to not stare at the obvious tent in his pants. âIâll, um⊠I-Iâll take care of it, okay?â
Your best friendâs chest heaves with every fast breath. All he can do is nod, the discomfort obvious as he says, âOkay.â
God, he sounds so uncomfortable but desperate for it at the same time. You force yourself not to look at him as you kneel beside him, feeling sweat gathering on the nape of your neck. Just a little while ago you were cold. Now, youâre burning up from how quickly heâs warming up the small space.
âWill, like, a handjob be enoughâŠ?â This entire thing is insane. Surreal.
Youâve gone from zero to a hundred just because heâll go off the rails otherwise.
âI, uh, I think so?â His fingers curl, fisting the smooth material of the sleeping bag. He clutches it so tightly that it makes his knuckles turn white as he adds, âI mean, thatâs what I do when Iâm alone.â
âYou jerk off during a rut?â The image of him stroking himself makes your stomach tighten and your throat turn scratchy.
âSo many times. Ugh.â Heat spreads throughout your body at the groan he lets out, but it also warms his face into an even deeper shade of red. Talking about these things might be embarrassing right now, but it eases the tension. So he continues, âSometimes I even have to take a couple days off work just so I can keep fuckinâ my fist, hah.â
The look on your face makes him inhale a sharp breath through gritted teeth.
âToo much?â he asks, that same look of dread overtaking his features once more.
âNo, no,â you reply hurriedly, running two now-trembling fingers along the waistband of his sweatpants. The way his toned stomach trembles in response turns your mouth painfully dry all over again. âI just⊠I thought youâd rather venture out to find somebody to sleep with during a time like that. So that you can, you know⊠make it pass quicker or something.â
âOh. Well, I did try to do that. But it didnât go so well,â he answers, staring at every movement your hand makes with heavy eyelids. âHere, lemme⊠help you out âcause we gotta speed things up a bit. Iâm so sorry⊠God.â
Your breath hitches when his too-warm hand cups your smaller one and wraps it around the prominent bulge in his sweatpants without any sort of hesitance, but with palpable urgency instead.Â
He curls your fingers around the ridge of his clothed cock until you can feel out the shape of it. And then he stills completely, giving you time to pull back if you change your mind about the entire thing despite that every cell of him wants to roar.
But you never do.Â
No, instead all you do is succumb to the moment and start to stroke him the way heâs shown you â slowly at first.
âFuck, okay⊠Thatâs it,â he whispers, broad shoulders tensing at the touch. His fingers twitch, tightening their grip on the sleeping bag.
The praise is like a flame and it licks your skin. Feeling how big he is getting under the cotton now, how fucking huge heâs growing, makes your saliva thick and your voice wobbly as you whisper, âLike that?â
âMhmm, yeah.â He sighs before yet another curse spills past his parted lips. Thereâs drool gathering on the surface of his sharp fangs by the time he urges you on. When he swallows it, itâs audible.Â
Somehow, it succeeds in making you feel better, more relaxed. The fact that heâs just as nervous as you are helps.Â
So you let your lips quirk upwards briefly as you say, âNow youâre the one thatâs got drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, huh?âÂ
âYeah, sorry.â He huffs a laugh. âThis whole thing is pretty new to me. Makes my body act all sorts of weird.â
You blink. âA handjob is new to you?â
He shakes his head, looking down at his lap with a blush so prominent that it makes his entire face tingle. âNo, I meant like a mateâs touch.â
âOh.â You offer him a nervous smile, readjusting yourself on your legs. âWell, um⊠enjoy it while it lasts, hah?â
Kiba doesnât say anything in answer. Neither do you. Maybe heâs afraid of what this will mean for your friendship afterwards. Maybe you both are. But with each passing minute, you slowly ease yourself into your sinful ministrations. Your strokes turn less rigid, the hesitance replaced with cautious intent, but intent nevertheless.
The waistband of his sweatpants gradually slips lower and lower down his hips as you keep going. A glob of your saliva gets involved; transferring from your pursed lips, to your palm, to his cock that has finally been freed from the too-tight confines of his clothes and is now being spoiled by skin on skin contact.
Even if Kiba remains in his â mostly â human form, you soon learn that werewolf cock is vastly different from a human one. In the dark, you canât see it quite well, but that doesnât mean that you canât feel the difference.Â
Itâs bigger, harder, hotter to the touch than any youâve previously had. It throbs and practically leaks pre-cum, nearly making you think that you didnât even have to spit into your palm in the first place. In fact, itâs so lubed up that there are wet, almost squishy noises by the time his hips start to buck upwards and he starts fucking your fist.
Youâre hovering over him, your face merely inches away from his own from how close youâve gotten during the entire ordeal. If you thought he was panting before, now heâs nearly hyperventilating as he rasps, âF-fuck, mm⊠faster. Go faster, bunny. It feels sâgood.â
His voice has turned into a growl of some kind; itâs the lewdest youâve ever heard him speak. Because even with all the dirty jokes, and the questionable looks, and the sometimes too-long hugs which youâve exchanged throughout the years, Kiba has always, always been respectful of your boundaries and limits.
But he really pushes that limit, really steps on that already thin line when he suddenly rests his forehead against your own and asks, âAre you gonna let me kiss you?â
Your thoughts turn fuzzy in an instant at the request, as well as at the nearly non-existent proximity. This isnât about helping him out anymore, this is about feelings. Feelings that youâre very much still trying to understand.Â
And feelings are dangerous, when you know that being friends is best for you. After all, youâre so different from each other â polar opposites. But you feel the invisible link that connects you to him now a bit better than you did before, feel it tugging you towards him; closer and closer, even if youâre merely human. Every touch makes it stronger and alters your brain chemistry, alters the way you see him.
It feels like youâre gradually starting to share every breath, like your heartbeats are aligning and will keep on aligning all until theyâll start to beat as one. Like youâre fusing together; heâs becoming you at the same time youâre becoming him.
You have no clue how heâs managed to endure all of this for such a long time, surely feeling it at least ten times stronger than you do. And in a way, itâs scary. All these emotions are making you feel overwhelmed and the worst part is that theyâre not nearly as deep yet as his are.
You stare at him. He stares right back with dark eyes full of what you think is good intention.Â
Your lips quiver as you whisper, âDo you think kissing is a good idea?â
âItâs just a couple of kisses, bunny,â he answers way too fast, quietly whimpering when your thumb swipes over his sensitive cockhead, turning tacky because of the bead of pre-cum there. Heâs so needy that he feels like itâs going to kill him. The rut has outright cooked his brain by now, and that makes him pushy â heâs warned you about it. âItâs not like itâs gonna change anything between us.â
You look at him again, still sceptic. Your grip around his cock tightens as you think. âI dunno...â
âCâmon. Please, please, please,â he urges, feeling even more hot and bothered and desperate at how godly it feels when you stroke his cock. Up and down, up and down, up and down â heâs going to go batshit crazy. âDidnât you tell me that you were gonna be a bit more spontaneous tonight? Hmm?â
You stare at him from underneath your lashes, feeling just a little less doubtful from how he pleads for it. Despite being perplexed about the entire situation, his uncharacteristic rambling and babbling and the constant need to challenge you proves to be like a push forward that you need in order to press your lips against his own.
So you gather your courage and lean in. And of course, he meets you halfway in an instant â even faster than that.Â
The kiss itself is messy when you connect. Itâs more so a clash of teeth and swapping of runny saliva, than it is a loving peck. He craves for you so bad that before you can even take a breath in, heâs nudging your bottom lip with his tongue, trying to make you part your lips a fraction wider; to part just enough for him to slip his tongue inside.
You let out a little âmmph!â sound at how intense he is with it and how he cups one side of your face with his hand, literally forcing you to open up for him by pressing his thumb underneath your jaw.
âHeyââ
And itâs the opening heâs been looking for. He pushes his tongue inside, gliding it over your front teeth, tasting the roof of your mouth, exploring it like heâll never get another chance to do so again â perhaps he wonât, who knows?Â
So he hits you like a tidal wave and kisses you like heâs planning to eat you â itâs riveting as much as it is intimidating. Spit gets swapped with each sloppy kiss that gets shared between you now, some of it bridging the small gap between your mouths whenever you push him back just enough to come back for air. His large canine teeth bump against your own normal-sized ones. The occasional click! is enough to make your blood run hot.
And surprisingly, in the midst of all this chaos, you realize that kissing him feels right. Itâs by no means romantic or a profession of love, but it is natural and synchronized in its own peculiar way. Somehow, it even makes sense. Like parts are connecting, like the image is getting clearer, like puzzle pieces are falling into place.
All those feelings that youâve shoved down and blinded yourself from for literal years are rushing to the surface now. You feel like youâre going to burst.
In a way, Kiba feels the same.
âI, ah⊠I think mâgonna cum soon... Kissing you feels so hot.â He groans when he feels you falter, body tensing at how low his voice has gotten. His cock is nearly pulsating in your palm by now and he has to remind you to continue by helping you out with his own hand. âFuck, keep goinâ, keep goinâ. Donât stop now; I didnât tell ya to stop, did I?â
Flustered and incredibly overwhelmed by everything that is happening, you do as he says because following orders â even frantic, growly ones â is familiar and comforting as a result.Â
You let him sloppily fuck your fist as you tighten the hold of your fingers and loosen your wrist so that he can get what he needs to bring himself to his finish. All while heâs practically shoving his tongue down your throat, kissing you with such a burning passion that it feels like youâll be engulfed in flames and turned into ashes any second now.
Heat steadily builds up within Kibaâs stomach. Sweat pours out of every pore all over again, making his hair stick to his forehead. His toes curl, his balls tighten. His throat gets all scratchy and dry. His brow furrows so deeply that it gives him a headache as he squeezes his eyes shut and just feels.
âYeah⊠Just a lilââ fuck, yes, yesâŠ!â
You go faster. And when he finally does tip over the edge and cums, itâs insane.Â
His movements spasm, broad shoulders tense up to the point of pain. And then heâs literally growling into your mouth; making your lips and the inside of your throat vibrate as he becomes undone.
Your heart stutters at the sound. And when you feel his warm, sticky seed steadily fill your hand, it begins to dance inside your chest.
After all, thereâs a literal fuckload of it, perhaps even more. His release dribbles past your knuckles and soils his sweatpants. It gushes out of him, ropes of it, all tacky and cloudy white and potent. Youâve never seen a man produce so much cum, especially not because of you.Â
The sight, no, the feel of it makes you rub your thighs together as you squeeze every last droplet out of him. Before you know it, thereâs a tingly sensation growing in intensity between your legs. A certain kind of heat pooling at the apex of your thighs, a certain kind of stickiness that causes your underwear to cling to your most private part.
Unsure of the reason as to why his pleasure affects you so strongly, the presence of your sudden arousal takes you by surprise and thus only makes you even more nervous as your core temperature scales higher, higher, higher.
You flinch when he kisses the corner of your swollen, kiss-bruised lips. Your cheek. Your neck. And itâs in that spot, where the curve of your shoulder starts, that he finally rests his sweat-riddled forehead and croaks out a very exhausted and very grateful, âThank you.â
Kiba sags before you can reply, resting a great part of his weight against you and nearly making you stumble backwards because of it. Despite all of the confusion that riddles your mind at that moment, you canât help but simply hold your best friend upright, repeatedly weaving your clean fingers through his now-damp hair in meek attempt of soothing him.
âItâs okay,â you whisper, trying to ignore the way your stomach feels like itâs doing flips. Who knew you had such an effect on him? Or he on you? âYouâre okay. I-I mean, youâre messy, but youâre okay.â
Long moments pass. Itâs hard to tell in the dark how much time has passed exactly when your phone is nowhere to be seen, but judging by how your fingers are still tacky with his now mostly dried up release, it must have been a couple of minutes at least.
âGod, I didnât think there'd be so much cum, heh... My bad,â he grunts at some point, pulling you out of your thoughts with the way he rubs the sweat on his forehead into your hoodie. Before you can scold him for it, heâs already back to burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and trying to tame his breaths.Â
His exhales are warm and ticklish. They make you snicker as you try to push away from him, hiding the sensitive spot with the help of your chin. âWhatâre you doing?â
âSniffinâ you,â he answers with a matter-of-fact tone, as if itâs the most normal thing for a person to do.
âWell, stop it! I already told you that itâs weird back at the store.â
âAhh, but you smell so good.â
Another smile kicks the corners of your lips upward. Youâve always liked the little compliments he gives you. This time itâs no different. âDo I, now?â
âMhmm,â he nearly purrs, nuzzling his nose even further into your neck until heâs got it practically smushed against your pulse point, causing it to wrinkle slightly at the bridge. âItâs sweeter than usual though, your scent. How are you feelinâ?â
Ba-dum.
âOh, you know,â you mumble, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat. Can he tell what youâre experiencing? âA bit overwhelmed by everything thatâs happened just now, but Iâm fine otherwise... I think.â
A little moment of silence ensues. Youâre just about to tease him and ask if heâs done interrogating you when he rasps, âYouâre sure? âCause I can definitely smell something other than âfineâ and âoverwhelmedâ.â
He sounds different again. More gruff. More tense. More demanding of an answer.Â
It makes you feel cornered all of a sudden.
Before you can move, he pulls back just enough to press the side of his face against your own as he waits for your answer; perhaps giving you the comfort of avoiding eye contact, perhaps just to feel more physical touch â you donât know.Â
So, youâre cheek to cheek, now. Chest to chest. Muscle to muscle. The distance between you is nearly non-existent as you each stare at opposite corners of the tent.Â
His stubble scrapes your face. Wasnât he clean-shaven just this morning?Â
Your breath warms his shoulder as he utters, âWell?â
âYeah,â you answer as the slight prickle in your cheek yanks you back from the haze that is your thought process. Your voice is once again as wobbly as your legs are getting. Itâs hard to concentrate when heâs so close. âIâm sure.â
ââKay,â he trails off, still not convinced. âHow âboutâŠâÂ
Slowly, ever so slowly, Kiba leans down to press his lips to your neck again and leaves another tender kiss there, sending shivers down your spine. âNow?â
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum!
Youâre quiet, but your fingers tangle into his dark hair as you latch onto him for support in a mere instant, even youâre surprised by it. The way you can feel his sharp canines grazing your throat is exhilarating. Brain working purely on autopilot, you tug at the roots at the back of his head the same moment as your eyelids flutter shut. You simply canât help yourself.
Perhaps this bond that heâs been telling you about isnât something only he can experience, after all.
âAnd nowâŠ?â he utters so softly that you can barely hear him over the sound of your quickening pulse. His hand glides from between your shoulder blades, down to the small of your back and goddammit, his palm is so broad; itâs almost comical how big of a portion of you it manages to cover. âHow do you feel now?âÂ
âGood. I feel⊠good,â is all you can answer with this time. Your voice sounds so small as his touch travels over the curve of your ass and rounds the corner by landing on the front of your thigh instead.Â
You donât fail to notice the way his calloused fingertips start to glide upwards now that theyâre on your leg. The claws, that must have replaced his nails at some point when you werenât paying that much attention, drag against the stretchy material of your leggings; playful, taunting.Â
Itâs all so slow. Deliberate.
The sudden burst of adrenaline that rushes through your veins and nestles deep inside your belly makes you fidgety, but he keeps you nice and steady by holding the side of your head with his other hand.Â
Those claws are at your inner thigh now, only inching higher.
Higher, higher, higher.
And his lips are right next to your ear as he whispers a what you could only call an exceptionally needy, âYeah?â
âYea-ah!â A little gasp thatâs more of a moan than anything else slips out from the way he unexpectedly cups your clothed pussy into the palm of his hand.
âScent doesnât lie, bunny,â he says, chuckling darkly. âYou should keep that in mind when youâre around someone like me, yâknow.â
Shit. Youâre in for it now, arenât you? His touch is scorching hot again even through the two layers of clothes that separates you from him.
It only spurs you into action, almost making you start to grind against him as you arch your back and press yourself closer.
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum!Â
Your heart feels like itâs on the verge of giving out.
âWe should stop, K-Kiââ You donât succeed in saying his name fully when he applies more pressure to make you reconsider.Â
The heel of his palm presses right against your clit this time. Breathless and unsure if itâs done on purpose or merely by some lucky accident, you jolt, trying to squeeze your thighs together.
He catches you when you sag against him, much like youâve previously done when he had been the one struggling to stay upright. And surprise, surprise â heâs hard all over again. Ready to go for round two, his cock starts poking your thigh whenever you move, leaving little splotches of sticky pre-cum there.Â
It causes a second heatwave to hit you as filthy thoughts begin flooding your mind. Pussy dripping at the mere idea of him attempting to push that fat, monstrous cock inside you, you let out a little sound of panic when he presses his finger right on the spot where your tight little hole is hiding under the leggings.
âOh, you liked that, huh?â You canât see it, but he smirks into the dark; fangs glinting with the wolfish grin thatâs gotten so conceited that it hurts. âLook at that⊠Lilâ bunny is getting all worked up from a bit of heavy petting.â
âAm not!â you stammer with feverish need, licking your lips as your nails dig into his scalp and you grab yet another fistful of his chestnut-coloured hair. âStop teasing me⊠I-Iâm justâ UghâŠâ
âIâll stop if you let me take your clothes off already so that I can lick you and fuck you like you obviously wanna be fucked,â he says, rubbing tight little circles right into that little button that makes you feel like there is electricity running through your veins, not blood. âHow does that sound? Or are you just gonna keep grindinâ that little pussy of yours into my hand for the rest of the night?â
Before you can answer, he slides up and down your slit, making your cunt eat up your underwear and leggings, shaping it out. Your knees buckle as you rest all of your weight against him, trusting him that heâll hold you upright.
But the problem is that he doesnât. Instead, Kiba uses the hand that heâs holding the side of your head with to help lay you down.Â
Until youâre right underneath him.
And just like that, heâs on top of you, breathing in your scent with almost a sense of urgency whilst his hand still keeps on rubbing that overwhelmingly sensitive spot between your legs. Keeps on provoking it and keeps on making you so horny that youâre barely any better than a cat in heat.
With every stroke, heâs making you hot and bothered all over again. Making you buck your hips to the rhythm of his fingers. Making you sweat and whine and borderline sniffle as the upcoming tears of pent-up sexual frustration sting your waterline.
Youâre about to go batshit crazy if he doesnât do something other than pet you.
So itâs no wonder that you whimper and allow him to undress you one piece of clothing at a time, until youâve got nothing else on but your colourful socks and your plain cotton panties are dangling from one ankle. That you let him kiss you down your neck and chest, until heâs nosing his way between your legs and licking you with that inhumanly coarse tongue to his heartâs content.
That you let him feast upon you like a man starved even if he is more monster than man; until your legs are trembling around his head and youâre seeing stars behind closed eyelids. That you let him devour your sweetness and inhale such deep, long breaths of its scent, despite that youâre feeling slightly embarrassed about it after telling him that youâre all âsweaty and grossâ down there after the hike, and heâs assured you at least a million times that he likes it even better that way.
And itâs no wonder that you let him spit onto your pussy as he kisses up your thigh and hovers above you, then, before he bends your legs so far back that your knees are nearly touching your ears. That you let him fold you into a mating press and align his cock with your sticky cunt at long last, his fat cockhead prodding at your tight hole that just wonât stop fluttering at even the slightest intrusion.
âImma pound you sâgood. Gonna make you cream on my cock, gonna do all of that nasty shit that I wanted to do to ya for sâlong,â he babbles, his stare so ardent that it pierces right through your heart even if heâs not focused at all. The second wave of his rut has already contaminated all his thoughts and consumed him entirely. All he can think about is slamming you to your breaking point.
âKiba, waââŠ. wait,â you mewl, eyes wide open as you stare up at him. With his back hunched and his biceps flexing, every muscle and cord strained to withhold his weight, heâs gotten so big that he can barely fit inside the tent anymore.Â
How in the hell is he gonna fit inside you?
âPlease, I need it. Need it so, so, so bad, fuck,â he drawls almost like he isnât completely present, his expression all dazed and stupid from how he keeps on staring between your legs. He nudges you again as he says the words, his cockhead catching against your sticky entrance once more, making you squirm. âYour cunt smells so fuckinâ sweet; itâs driving me nuts... I gotta push inside you, bunny, okay? Imma push in.â
You tremble in response, hips wiggling, legs opening a fraction wider to give him even more space because of how persistent heâs getting. When you look up at him through hooded eyelids, all you can see is how his slits for pupils dilate at the sight of the silvery string of arousal that clings to his cock now, connecting him to your cunt.
Your pussy is so wet â itâs practically drooling.
Consequently, it makes him drool, too. Saliva nearly drips down Kibaâs canines all over again.
âJust the tip, okay?â you whisper, trying to calm your heavy-pounding heart.
âJusâ the tip, yeah,â he murmurs back with that fang-induced mumble, still so pussy drunk that heâs nearly brain-dead. His irises have turned yellow; they glow in the dark as he looks at you and says, âJusâ the tip and nothinâ else.â
You stare at him with big, watery eyes. âYou promise?â
Kiba huffs a laugh despite the fact that he looks like heâs barely keeping himself together. ââCourse I do, sweetheart.âÂ
Hearing him promise, you nod, and thus give him the approval that heâs been practically dying to get. âAll right⊠But go slowly, okay? âCause Iâm scared.âÂ
âSlow, gotcha. Gonna go so slow that it wonât hurt one bit.âÂ
With a heartbeat thatâs damn well working overtime by now, Kiba softly grunts when he finally presses into you, causing you to instantly flinch and wiggle your hips for a second time to try and accommodate him better.
âKeep still, will ya?â he chides, his patience leaving him for a quick second. âYouâre twitchinâ all over the place like youâre an actual rabbit.â
âIâm trying! And shut it.â He keeps on pushing at your fussing, turning your voice higher in pitch as you say, âShit, shit, shit⊠I said slowly!â
He grits his teeth, eyebrows drawing together in concentration that he doesnât have. âThis is slow.â
âWell, I-I think that youâre going way too fast.â
âStop nagginâ me already and relax.â
âExcuse me?!â
Your mouth opens, but before you can even begin unleashing the storm that is your newly-formed fury, he leans down to press his lips against your own like the little shit he is.
Moments pass, he keeps kissing you as a means to distract you from the fact that heâs slowly filling you with his cock. And eventually, with some sweet-talking and plenty of combined effort, your pussy gives in when he adds just a little bit of force to the push, letting him break past that tight ring of muscle that your nerves must be causing.
Youâre so tight that it makes the hair on the nape of his neck stand to attention when he finally slips inside, but youâre also so sloppy and dripping wet at the same time that he isnât worried about it too much.
After all, from the way you push your head back now, pointing your chin upwards and exposing more of your neck that he feels the need to wrap his hand around and stroke it with the help of his thumb, you seem to be enjoying yourself just fine.
Nevertheless, concern â that he feels for you at all times â crosses his tight features. Heâs barely holding it together, and here he is; looking out for you as he asks, âYou doinâ okay?â
âMhmm, yeah,â you utter, tensing when his touch moves from your neck down to your tits.Â
He quirks a brow as he squeezes the fat of your breast and runs his thumb across your nipple this time, making you shudder. âBut?â
You give him a pointed look. How can he always tell that thereâs something hiding behind the reassurance? âBut, youâre just so⊠big. Concerningly so. Iâm worried about how Iâm gonna take it all.â
He muses as he mocks the sound of your voice and says, âWhat happened to âjust the tip, okayâ?â
You huff, pouting. âDonât make me keep it that way, you prick.â
âOkay, okay, mâsorry,â he says hurriedly, pressing what must be the hundredth kiss onto your lips. âIâll be good, just donât make me pull out, please.â
âWhat about you? Are you doing okay?â you ask, caressing his cheek with your palm. The way he instantly leans further into your touch makes your heart not only dance, but also sing. âI know this must be especially hard for you.â
âIâm fine,â he mumbles lamely, convincing neither of you. And then he sighs at the way you roll your eyes at him in answer. âI just⊠I wantââ
âMore?â you suggest.
A prominent blush sears his cheeks. Since when did he blush so much? Heâs also sweating like crazy all over again as he says, âYeah.â
âAll right.â Carefully, you nod your head yes once more as you remind him, âIâll give you more. But slowly, okay?â
âOkay,â he whispers, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. How he doesnât puncture the rosy skin with the action, you donât understand. âIâll go nice nâ easy on ya. Cross my heart.â
Well, heâll try at least.
And Kiba does try to go nice and easy, he really does. But itâs hard for him to keep his cool when the beast keeps on howling in his veins and the bond that chains him to you screams at him to brand every last inch of your skin and soul alike.
Heâs nearly trembling all over by the time he sinks balls deep into you and his dark pubic hair kisses your clit.
But at long last, youâve become one.
âFuck.â
âThat feels soââ
âGood. That feels so fuckinâ good, goddamn.â
âI-Iâm so⊠full.â
âYouâre welcome.â
âGod, do you ever shut up?â
âWhat dâyou think?âÂ
âI thinkââ
âWoah, look, Iâm even makinâ your belly bulge a bit.â
âEw, ew, ew! Thatâs so gross.â
âWhat? No, it ainât. I actually think itâs kind of cool-lookinâ.â
âStop poking it!â
âNu-uh.â
Your ankles cross at the middle of his back when he presses his hand to your tummy, colourful socks scraping tan skin. The way you clench around him when he digs his fingers into the bulge makes Kiba wish he had the ability to purr.
âMove,â you squeak out, breath hitching at how the tip of his cock has managed to snuggle right next to your goddamn cervix. âNeed you to⊠move. Itâs too much! Kiba, please.â
He tries not to show how happy he is to do as you tell him, but fails with the way his entire face literally lights up as he says, âLike this?â
âYeah,â you answer quickly, savoring every last bit of friction he gives you now. The rhythm heâs chosen is surprisingly laggard, even if he looks like heâs just about to start bursting at the seams. âY-yeah, like that.â
Kiba likes the way you sound when youâve got something fucking into you at a steady pace, but itâs even better that that something is him. Now that he thinks about it, the tone is pretty similar to the one you used to have after every gym class back in high school.
God, did he like seeing those tight shorts on you every Wednesday. Good memories.
A proper moan â the first amongst many â suddenly leaves your mouth, coaxing him away from his trip down memory lane and urging him to make you keep talking, talking, talking as he asks, âYou need me just as much as I need you, donâtcha?â
âPfsh. I never said⊠that,â you drawl with a click of a tongue as your breathing picks up. Every time he draws his hips back and pushes them back into you feels like heâs reshaping your entire goddamn cunt. Not an unpleasant sensation necessarily, but it definitely takes some time getting used to.Â
ââKay, but listen to all this noise youâre making now that Iâve stuffed your lilâ bunny cunt full,â he says, his eyes glowing with mischief and that sublime yellow colour. âBet no other man could make you sound like that, huh?â
Theyâre lazy but deep, the thrusts. Filled with intent. With arrogance and urgency that hides just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce. They reach parts of you that youâve never even thought could be touched. They make slick dribble down his balls, until itâs all dripping right onto the sleeping bags youâre fucking on top of.
Itâs all so audible and loud. Messy. The occasional sound of skin slapping against skin. The wet squelching noises between you. The constant whimpering and his growling grunts, steadily growing in volume.
And youâre going slow.
âYeah, well thatâs âcause youâre no man, you dummy,â you bite back when youâre more familiar and comfortable with each other and the connection, trying to be witty even if itâs hard to keep your mind from breaking into shambles.
âIs that so?â Heâs breathing hard, picking up his pace, going harder. âThen what am I?â
A dazed smile curls your lips. âYouâre a dirty, dirty dog.â
Kiba could agree with that statement to some degree, perhaps. Even if he dislikes the particular term youâve used.
After all, you have no idea how heâs gotten himself off with a pair of panties that heâd swiped from your drawer and wrapped around his fist back in senior year. Or how heâd turned embarrassingly hard after almost every hug and had to play it cool even if he was sweating bullets from trying to hide the raging boner in his pants. Or how heâs fantasized and fantasized and fantasized; only watching porn with actresses that shared similarities with you because nothing else seemed to work.
You donât have a clue about any of that.
And he hopes it stays that way.
âHah.â An almost mean snicker leaves his lips as he unexpectedly slams into you, making you squeal out a particularly nasty curse and causing your pussy to outright gush at the intrusion. âCareful, sweetheart. If you keep on saying things like that, Iâll be more than happy to treat ya like the dirty dog you say I am.â
âWill you, though?â you challenge playfully, stroking down his back with the heel of your foot.
He sneers as he answers, âI will if you keep on testinâ me.â
âBut I thought you said that youâre bonded to me?âÂ
âYeah,â he says. âSo?â
âSo, doesnât that mean that you canât hurt me?â
He blinks, surprised. âWho said anything âbout hurting youâŠ? Iâd just mount you.â
Your expression copies his own. âMount⊠me?â
âYeah,â he mutters, temperature suddenly flaring up at the thought. âYou know⊠the same way animals fuck.â
Heat creeps up your neck at the crude way he explains it. âOh.â
Kibaâs lips quirk upwards when he catches a whiff of the subtle change in your scent. Youâre flustered at the idea, smelling even sweeter now that there are no clothes to buffer the prominent notes of arousal. âI take it that you wanna try it?â
Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. A wave of sweat washes over you, toes curling. âWhatâ No!â
âOh, câmon,â he pushes gently, helping you out. âScent doesnât lie, remember? Youâll like it, I promise.âÂ
âAnd if I donât?â you ask.
He nudges your chin with the tip of his nose. âIf you donât, weâll stop. Simple as that.â
âOkay, but can you stop?â You angle your head so that he can press a kiss to your cheek. âWhen youâre like this⊠under the influence of a rut. Can you stop?â
Silence hangs in the air as he pulls away to look at you, his expression suddenly somber despite the glaze of unbridled lust that still coats his unnatural eyes.Â
âIâd never hurt you,â he finally says. âIâd rather die than hurt my mate, thatâs why I was ready to leave before.â
Kibaâs voice is stone cold serious. The intensity he chooses to speak with so that he can get his point across causes butterflies to spring free inside your belly.
You can still feel them fluttering around by the time his clawed hands manhandle you into the position he wants. Laying on your stomach now, you let out a little noise of surprise when his weight presses you further down into the silky nylon of the sleeping bags the moment he tops you.
Heâs heavy, taking the profound size difference into account, but youâre pleased to find out that itâs the kind of weight that comforts you instead of suffocating you. You feel warm. Safe.
âCan IâŠ?â he trails off.
His exhale tickles the back of your neck, making the hairs there rise to attention as you shiver and say, âWell, thatâs what Iâm here for, arenât I?â
âOh, sorry, my bad,â he says. âI thought you were here for the sâmores.â
âNot funnyâ oh.â
Your back arches and your anger dissipates into nothing as soon as he begins to push inside you again, careful not to stuff you full too fast. After all, while it might be easier to fit him inside you this time thanks to your earlier endeavours, it still remains to be no small task.
Heâs as careful and considerate as heâs able to be in the state that heâs in. He pushes gently, but pushes nonetheless. By the time he sinks into you to the hilt and pauses to give you a minute, youâre both panting like youâve just ran a marathon.
âYou doinâ okay, bunny?â he rasps, voice so low and growly that it really does make you think youâre getting fucked by an animal. Or a beast, if youâd have to specify it.
âYep, mhmmâŠ!â You squeak out, your voice so high-pitched that it must surely hurt or at least agitate his ultra-sensitive hearing. Youâre happy that he canât see the fucked out expression that sits on your face right now. âDoing a-okay.â
âDonât try to run away, now,â he teases when you wiggle your hips, trying to readjust yourself. âOr else the hunting instinct is gonna kick in.â
âNot to worry,â you practically chirp, feeling your body slipping into a fever at the way his big, calloused palm presses into the small of your back. âIâm staying put.â
He chuckles at how submissive heâs made you sound, at how thereâs a prominent sheen of sweat gathering on your spine. Gliding his finger down your dewy skin, Kiba catches himself wishing to lick you clean of salt, but at the same time he just knows that youâd cause a fuss about it if heâd even mention the mere idea of it.
So for the following minutes, he doesnât speak.
And neither do you.
You canât speak from how deep heâs pushed himself inside you, anyway. No, all you can do is moan and whimper uselessly as he then proceeds to fuck you, to make love to you, to break you apart just to reassemble you until youâre whole again; all in the position he likes best.
He makes you sweat. Makes you cry out to him as you allow yourself to get lost in deeply-rooted carnal pleasure and you need his help to bring you back to morality. At some point, his arm even ends up reaching underneath you and wrapping around your stomach just so he can hold your hips up when you try to crawl away despite telling him that youâre going to stay put earlier.
Judging by the way youâre reacting to him, Kiba guesses that heâll have to carry you down the hill when morning comes.Â
Meanwhile, youâre unsure if itâs the bond thatâs making you feel this wild or the simple fact that heâs not entirely human. However, when you at long last feel yourself clenching around him, and when that tight, almost unbearable heat thatâs inside your tummy finally spills free and spreads throughout your whole body, you realize that you donât really care what the reason behind your sudden recklessness might be.
âFuck. Mânot gonna last long, sweetheart⊠No fuckinâ way that Iâm gonna last when your cuntâs milkinâ me dry like that,â Kiba grunts out as he feels you gush and start creaming on his cock. Thereâs a ring of milky slick gathering at his base already â the sight and sound of it turns his thrusts jerky and irregular.Â
âDonât get scared of the knot now, okay?â His upper lip trembles as he swallows hard. âItâll be there just for a minute, I swear.â
âKnotâŠ? Whatâs aâOh, my gosh, Kiba; I am going to fucking murder you!â
The sudden swelling you feel inside your pussy practically bullies its way up to your cervix as he hunches his back and gives you one last, final push.Â
Your toes curl as the âknotâ â or whatever he calls it â plugs you, and also succeeds in making you entirely rigid in return. Every last inch of your body feels tingly from the foreign sensation as he lets out one final groan, that sounds more like a pained whimper than anything else, and simply fills you up to the brim with warm, thick, endless ropes of cum that paint your abused walls entirely white and simply refuse to spill out of you.
You stare off into the darkness, listening to his ragged breathing whilst trying to tame your own. Eventually, his cock softens enough for your cunt to not feel like itâs going to fucking explode from the fullness. And as soon as that happens, he drops down upon poor, unsuspecting you; feeling completely, utterly exhausted.
Your werewolf best friend is squishing you flat like a pancake and is spoiling you with messy kisses after fucking you like an animal in the middle of the woods. And youâre just⊠fine with that?
The realization makes you smile.
Maybe living your life on the edge for once and being a little bit spontaneous isnât as bad as you think.
âââ
âI really hope that your pills can withstand all that werewolf cum Iâve just pumped into ya, ya know. âCause otherwise weâre gonna be having an entire litter of pups.â
âFor the love of god, can you please use your lowly developed frontal lobe for like a second of your miserable life, and just keep watch like I told you to?â
âThis is pointless. Thereâs literally no one here besides us and a couple of deer.â
âShush! Iâm trying to pee and I canât do that when you keep on running your big-ass mouth!â
âWords, words, words; I am saying so many words just so that you wonât be able to piss.â
âShut up already!â
With his back turned towards you and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants, Kiba fights back a laugh as he listens to you relieve yourself in the nearby tall grass.Â
After fucking you close to stupidity nearly three times in a row now â and mounting you twice during those three times â the young werewolf feels somewhat content with himself at long last.Â
Heâs fucked most of the rut out of his system by now. Besides that, youâve also talked a lot, apologized to each other, and cleared up some misunderstandings. Heâs even managed to place a hickey on that spot on your neck where your scent is the strongest and where, he hopes, youâll let him place an actual bite mark someday.
But for now, youâre taking it slow. On Saturday, heâs taking you out to dinner at that little restaurant by the lake that youâve always liked visiting with your parents.Â
And who knows, maybe after you share dessert together, you might even go for a swim so that he has an excuse to take his shirt off in front of you and you get to make fun of him for it, or whatever.
So lost in his thoughts and all the planning he has yet to start pondering through, Kiba barely hears the rustle of your footsteps when you approach him from behind.Â
He tenses, whipping his head in your direction only a millisecond before you manage to put away your travel sized packet of baby wipes that he teases you for constantly carrying around with you, and you place your hand on his shoulder.
Your eyebrows rise up towards your hairline in response to his visible startlement. âDid I just manage to sneak up on the so-called âapex predatorâ?â
âYou wish,â he says as he absent-mindedly brushes you off. âI could smell ya from a mile away.â
You frown. âThatâs so mean!â
âI didnât mean it like that,â he drawls, sighing. âItâs just that you smell like me, now⊠It stands out.â
âThat doesnât make me feel any better.â You stick your tongue at him, looking up at him with your hands on your hips. In the moonlight, heâs even handsomer than usual in that weirdly rugged way that only he can pull off. âCan we go back inside the tent now? Iâm exhausted after the entire...â
âFuckfest?â he offers with a tricksy grin.
âShut it!â you chide before you shove your phoneâs flashlight right into his face as punishment.
Back inside the tent, you donât have any sort of trouble with undressing yourself in front of your best friend this time. Your hoodie and t-shirt are tossed off, leggings following soon after â until youâre curling up against his strong chest in nothing else but your socks and underwear.
His body temperature isnât nearly as hot as it was before, but the skin on skin contact provides you with enough warmth to be comfortable as you turn around to face him.
Kibaâs hair is mussed and his eyelids are already hooded with upcoming sleep when he lifts them just barely enough to look at you. The rut really has taken a toll on him; on the both of you alike.
âWhat is it now?â he mumbles lazily.
âDo you think,â you start, swallowing hard. âDo you think that weâre going to be okay?â
He smiles, the quirk of his lips faint. âI know we will.â
âAnd our friendship?â you ask, pressing your palm against his chest. âDo you think all of this is going to ruin it?â
âNah, I think itâs goinâ to make it even better,â he says, fixing a loose strand of hair behind your ear before he settles back. He yawns, rubbing his eye as he mutters, âBesides, weâre gonna take it slow. Just like youâve said.â
âAnd youâre fine with that?â you ask.
ââCourse I am,â he replies sleepily.
âWhy?â
âBecause youâre important to me,â he says. âSo if you want to go slow, weâll go as slow as goddamn snails if we have to.â
You let out a little laugh that sounds like wind chimes to him. âYouâre so lame.â
Kiba grins, his heart fluttering at the sight of your smile. âNot as lame as you.â
And maybe, just maybe, going steady and experiencing peace for a change isnât so bad either.
tags: @his-sweet-minx @rookie98writes @qichun @redskyvenus @simply-chillin-here @shanjisan
#Iâm so blown away by the banter#it was SO fucking funny and adorable to experience all their quips and sarcastic comments#and the obvious love they have for each other#platonic and romantic đ„ș#also kiba reminding reader every so often that he can smell her changes in mood are so good too!#not only because they were funny but it felt like they had to communicate whatever was making reader feel that way#FUCK ME and donât get me started on him admitting that he can smell her arousal#when he started littering reader with kisses while asking if she was still adamant about saying that she was âfineâ#also really enjoyed how the tipping point/ argument was built up#such a seemingly inconsequential thing about reader not wanting to take her clothes off bc of a comment kiba said before#and him obviously also taking readerâs reluctance the wrong way#it was just so incredibly built up!#OH OH I also liked the throwback scene explaining how reader found out about his werewolf genes (?)#and the fact that reader can feel the bond too was also so important to me!#also the handjob!!!!!!!#that was so fucking hot!!!#and both of them being so embarrassed and unsure how to act at first was also so stinking cute#and also SO relatable!#especially reader pushing through her nerves and then finally finding her confidence again at the end#STOP it also kiba fantasizing about their upcoming date and even missing reader approach him đ„ș#okay Iâm shutting up now but I liked this A LOT!#nanaâs bookclub âïž
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