Heatin' Up
pairing: frat!kiba x fem!reader
word count: 3.6k
summary: kiba and his famous beer pong partner finally do the dirty. (modern!au)
warnings: smut (18+, minors dni) oral f and m receiving, p in v, cream pie.
a/n: it's me, hi. this was long over due. i love them your honor.
â Wyd later?Â
You could feel the disgust on your face. It never ceases to amaze you how much of a fuckboy he could be. No wonder he was in a frat. What did this make you? His booty call? Ugh, youâre the only one who would ever answer him on such short notice. Your nails tapped against your phone as you contemplated your answer.
â Party @ the houseÂ
â Got your favÂ
What did he think you are? Some schmuck? As if your favorite drink would be enough to pull you from the comfort of your room. But then you hear the giggling. Your roommates are never quiet, and you know their habits. Especially when you hear Shikamaruâs name dropped. Inoâs been trying to get into his pants for weeks. Sighing, you push your blankets off your lap, knowing you're in a losing situation.
The girls barge into your room, animatedly talking over one another. You get the jist, which you already knew. Sakura eyes you suspiciously when you donât fight them on coming along. Inoâs already tearing into your closet. You pinch the side of your thigh to keep yourself from freaking out.
âWe promise,â Ino says as she coats your lashes in mascara. âWe wonât leave your side.â
Itâs a lie, it always is. They always abandon you at some point. Not that it matters. Because there is one who always sniffs you out. You couldnât hide from him even if you wanted to.
â you comin?Â
Iâll be there! Find me xoxo â
It was a new world record. Youâd lost sight of your roommates the moment you walked in. Not all that bummed about it, you headed to the kitchen. You had been promised your favorite drink. Gaara and Kankuro are stationed in the kitchen. Their only job is to make sure that the drinks stay clean. A shutter rushes over you as you think about how the house had been your freshman year. A hand rubs at your forearm, the pink and shiny scar a reminder of the hell that broke out that night. Grabbing your drink, Gaara pops the cap off for you, smiling as you take a much needed drink. The latter gives you a wink accompanied by a smirk. You flash them a smile before braving the rest of the party.
You hear him before you see him. Laughter and sharp words greet you when you step out into the backyard. Thereâs a bonfire, most of your friend group sits around it. Naruto and Kiba are bickering, both hotheaded and passionate about their beliefs. You canât make out what it is exactly they're arguing about, you just hope it isnât something stupid. Taking another swig of your drink, eyes cast down to watch your steps, a large hand wraps around your arm. You glance up to see Kiba. His large frame blocking out the light from the fire, but his grin still lights up his face.Â
âThere she is,â
âI told you I was coming.â
âThought you got lost when your dumbass friends walked out here without you.â
Well, heâs not wrong is he? He had some faith in you, though, given he didnât come hunt you down himself. But now that he has you, he isnât letting you go. Time moves quickly whenever youâre with Kiba. One drink turns into two, and two into three.Â
âHey, the pong table is open!â
You yelp when you're yanked from your seat, tripping over your own feet as you're dragged back into the house. âGame face on, baby. We got a table to dominate.â
Itâs never been like this intense before. Sweat drips down your neck. Youâve stripped down every layer while still remaining decent. Not everybody at this party needs to see you in your undies. Goosebumps breakout on your skin when a deep sigh comes from behind you. Nerves? Not a thing. Anxiety never seems to dig its claws in you. The only thing that ever sets you off is the impatient man behind you breathing down your neck.
This is the last shot of the game. The make or break of your winning sweep. You and Kiba always dominate the pong table, but tonight is something special. Or it could be. If only heâd take a step back and let you fucking breathe.
Slowly you turn, head tilting to clash gazes with familiar amusement. His brows shoot up into his headband, actually your headband â itâs your favorite color. Heâs shirtless, when the hell did that happen? Probably started stripping down when you did. Jeans hanging low on his hips, the band of his underwear playing with the dark hair of his happy trail. His sneakers are toe to toe with your bare feet. Itâs almost like a superstition. Or maybe because playing beer pong in high heels isnât a smart idea. For you, anyway.
âAre you going to throw?â
âAre you going to let me breathe?â
His grin takes on a wolfish form as he steps into your space. Always by your side, never more than an arms length away. If anyone knows how to push your buttons itâs Kiba. If thereâs anyone who isnât afraid of pushing your buttons, itâs Kiba. Youâve been giving him a lot of slack lately. No pushback for all the bullshit he throws your way. Your lips purse, lifting your foot you step on the toes of his shoes.
âBro, what the fuck.â
âBack away, Inuzuka. Wouldnât want to scuff up those kicks.â
Your lips twitch when he huffs out a humorless laugh. As if heâs surprised by your audacity. Kiba takes a step back, his jaw clenching when you refuse to pick up your foot. Yeah, the fucking audacity.
âYouâre mean.â
âYouâre messing up my game.â
âAre you even playing anymore?â
You look behind you with a sneer on your face. Naruto and Lee stand there â Lee literally vibrating from all the energy drinks heâs had. Naruto rolls his shoulders, pinning you and Kiba with a bored look.
âWhy? Want me to kick your ass that bad, huh?â
The group watching laughs, causing you to smile. Naruto gives you the bird before pouting. Another swig of your drink down and your shoulders loosen. Warm hands land on your waist, lips brushing against your ear.
âNothing but water, baby.â
 âThis is the winning shot, what do I get if I make it?â
There isnât a doubt youâll make it. Youâre gloating now. A wide grin eating up your face as you roll the ball through your fingers.
âWhenâd you turn into a scammer? Thatâs easy fucking money. Everyone here knows youâll make the shot.â
âWhat are you willing to hand over, Kiba?â
Heâs silent, debating. You quirk an eyebrow as you stare up at him over your shoulder, intrigued by the wheels turning in his head. He sighs, fingers digging into your sides. âThrow the damn ball.â
You canât help but snort. Itâs not rocket science, beer pong. Itâs technique, all in the wrist. But donât tell any of the meatheads that. God forbid you figured out how to beat the frat bros at their own game. Which you do every time you play. Taking a deep breath you position yourself, aiming. The hoots and hollers quiet down as you look from the red solo cup to Kiba. Heâs beaming; smirk showing off a sharp fang. Slightly threatening, but boyish all the same. Itâs a clean shot â you sink it without even looking.
The pride that flares in Kibaâs eyes sends heat through you. There isnât a moment to think about it before heâs rushing you. In an instant youâre off your feet, a screech leaving you as you hastily wrap your arms around his neck.Â
âHell yeah, thatâs my girl.â
Your teeth bite into your cheek to hold back your whimper. This isnât the first time heâs said something like that. How easily he calls you pet names and claims you as his. Heâs known you since you were a gap toothed little kid with knobby knees. The only one mean enough to put Kiba in his place when his mouth got away from him.
âKi, youâre making me dizzy.â
He grumbles but lets you down. Not bothering to move away his chest brushing against your back with every breath. Not like you mind. Youâve never been one to shy away from Kiba. He invades your space, your mind, your dreams.Â
âItâs not fair.â Naruto complains, downing another cup of cheap beer. âI want her as my partner in the next game.â
Kibaâs grip on your waist tightens when he looks over your shoulder towards the blond. âOver my dead fucking body. Sheâs mine.â
Snickering from beside you catches your attention. Ino and Sakura sit with their drinks trying to hide their smug looks. Oh yeah, youâll never hear the end of it. Theyâve been trying to set you and Kiba up for a while now. You donât ever encourage their meddling, but you donât put a stop to it either. Because there is a big part of you that wonders. Itâs your little secret if the part that wonders happens late at night with your fingers buried deep between your legs. No one has to know.Â
âWhat the fuck are you snickering for? Not like anyone wants you.â
The drink youâre holding gets slammed down on the table. Kiba pulls you into him as you choke on the liquid. Youâre trying to breathe, but your laughter keeps bubbling up, making it hard. Large palms run up and down your spine, a soothing gesture. Finally gulping in some air you flash Kiba an appreciative smile.
Heâs got a look in his eye, one youâve never seen before. Goosebumps erupt across your skin. His gaze takes you in from head to toe; itâs predatory, wild. The hand he used to sooth you is now gripping the back of your neck. Kiba pulls you close, head tilted down, nose brushing against your own. Youâve got to fight to keep your eyes from fluttering closed. Warm breath ghosts over your parted lips, waiting. You nod, barely visible, but Kiba catches it. Warm lips meet yours. Firm against your own, but not demanding. Heâs holding back, not wanting to put on a show. You gasp when his tongue lightly brushes against your bottom lip, and then heâs gone. Pulling away, leaving you only a small taste.
Clearing your throat you pick up your discarded items. âI need to pee.â
âSure, babe. Letâs go.â
A huff leaves your lips as you follow after him. His large frame breaks through the sea of people, keeping you from getting knocked around. It gets a beat quieter when you hit the stairs. Less people, less chatter. Kiba bangs on the bathroom door, giving no time before ripping it open. Covering your mouth so the embarrassed couple doesnât see you laughing. The poor girl has no time to adjust her skirt before Kiba is manhandling them out of the way.Â
âDo your business.â
You wait a beat. âGet out.â
âBabe,â
âKiba! Iâm not peeing with you in here!â
âNothing I havenât seen before.â
That makes your temper flare. âDonât compare me to your one night stands. Youâve only seen me naked in your dreams, but even that is lacking.â
In a blink of an eye heâs got you shoved against the counter. Hand wrapped around your throat, lips brushing over yours as he speaks. âOnly because you wonât give it up.â
âAre you fucking kidding me?â
âYou know me better than anybody. But sometimes, youâre so fucking blind it pisses me off.â
âI swear to god, Kiba, if you think youâre going to fuck me in this bathroomââ Your mouth snaps shut. You donât even want to entertain that thought. But Kiba is grinning now, big and brilliant. A cat that got the cream. Makes you want to smack him.
âI knew it.â He whispers. âI knew you wanted me. Bet you touch that sweet pussy thinking of me, donâtcha sweetheart?â
No, absolutely not. You arenât doing this. You manage to shove him away, a glare settling over your pretty features. You slam the bathroom door open ready to leave. You never really had to pee, you just needed a breather. Now here you are; stressed out and getting hornier by the second. But the chance to leave never comes. You never step out of the bathroom. Kiba takes this into his own hands âquite literallyâ and picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder.
âFuck you, Inuzuka. Put me down!â
âYeah, baby. Thatâs the plan.â
You canât fight him. Canât ignore the heat that spreads through you. Your thighs would be rubbing together if Kiba didnât have a mean grip on them. So you hang there, blood rushing to your head as he enters his room. He tosses you on the bed, standing there staring at you with a hungry, desperate gaze while you get your bearings.Â
Grabbing your ankle Kiba drags you down the bed, smacking your thigh to get your attention. âLetâs go, baby girl. On your knees.â
âWhat?â
Kiba raises a brow. âOn. Your. Knees.â
âYou want me on my knees for you? You first.â
Hands grab at you, hastily undoing your pants before tugging them along with the black thong you wore down your legs. Kiba never takes his eyes off you as he tosses the clothes over his shoulder. His fingers tangle with yours, dragging your hand down your body, drawing your fingers up and down the seam between your legs, a sign you take to spread them. He doesnât have to give you any more direction. Eagerly you dip a finger in, building up a pace before adding another. Placing one hand on a bare thigh, he holds you open, pushing his shoulders in between to get closer to you. A satisfied groan leaves you when he kisses your thigh. His teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh, a laugh rumbling in his chest when he notices your hand moving faster and faster the closer he gets to your core.
âKiba,â youâre begging. Needy, and desperate.Â
His hand moves, expert fingers toying with your pert nipples. Back arching with each tug and twist. Youâre mumblingâbite, bite, bite. With your own hand busy between your legs, Kiba pushes up on his elbows, licking a trail between the valley of your breasts before sucking one in his mouth. You whimper, hand now tangled in his hair, holding him tight as you push your tit into his mouth. He rolls it in his mouth, tongue flicking at it before sucking. Eyes wide, pupils blown out as he watches you teeter closer to the edge.
His hand trails down your stomach, fingers tracing over yours. A grunt escapes him when he realizes youâve stopped moving it. He tsks at you, pulling himself away from your chest. âDonât stop,â he commands, his hand gripping your now stilled hand and forcing your fingers back inside. No longer two deep, but three. He wants you stretched out and ready for him. He keeps his hand over yours, controlling the pace. âCome on sweetheart â fuck, like that.â
He watches you for a moment, before lowering himself back down. You jolt at the flat of his tongue running over your nipple. A low groan parting your lips when his teeth finally latch on to it. Youâve always been a sucker for pain. Especially with your nipples being as sensitive as they are. He could make you come just by playing with them alone. Dragging his teeth over the tender flesh, he flicks his tongue over it. How fast can he make you come like this? Applying more pressure to the hand between your legs, it's a race between your fingers and his tongue.Â
âKiba, fuck.âÂ
Your legs are trembling around him, your weight shifting back onto your toes. Chasing, chasing⊠Kiba bites down on your nipple, hard. You scream as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. You look so fucking pretty when your like this, basking in your orgasm glow.
Knowing that your legs are anything but steady, you roll off the bed, landing on all fours before crawling over to sit on your haunches before him. You look up at him expectantly, waiting for your next order. He smiles down at you. Hand cupping your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone, finding its way down to your bottom lip. He pulls on the tender flesh, watching as your lips part and your tongue automatically comes out. Waiting, hungry.
âAre you going to be nice?â You whine, scooting forward, wanting nothing more than the feel of his heavy cock on your tongue. âGood girl, baby. Take the whole thing.â
Both hands tangle in your hair. He doesnât move an inch, letting you come to him. Your eyes prick with tears as he makes his way in. You love the stretch, no matter where it is. Slowly, slowly, you make until you're suffocating with his cock down your throat and your nose in his dark hair.Â
âThatâs it â fuck, stay right there.â
His thighs twitch when you hum around him. Your mouth is so soft and warm, he could come right now if he really wanted to. But thatâs not what he wants, not what you want. All of this is just foreplay. Because nothing will compare to when heâs got his cock in you and youâre begging him to fill you up, to use you. Heâs been dreaming of that for years. His eyes roam all over you as he steadies his breathing, taking in the lewd scene thatâs all you.Â
âYouâre a goddamn daydream. You know that?â
Hand pushing on your head, you gag around him before quickly being pulled away. You brace yourself, letting him use your face for his pleasure. Tears stream down your cheeks, making your eyes sparkle. Cheeks hallowed, lips suctioning around him until he canât take it anymore. Pulling himself out of your mouth, Kiba reaches down and wraps you up in arms only to turn and toss you on the bed. Youâre pussy clenches around nothing when you see the feral look in his eyes. Heâs grinning down at you, but it isnât nice. Heâs going to devour you whole. Crack open your ribs and feast on everything that you are, everything you have to offer. When heâs had his fill and heâs done, youâll do nothing but say thank you.Â
âSpread those legs. I want that cunt.â
Itâs your favorite part, when he first enters you. That first stretch, the feel of his cock making its way into you. He doesnât know it yet, but you need to feel how much it hurts. Maybe your as fucking feral as he is.Â
He swiftly moves to his knees, a hand slides across your ass, slapping you just hard enough to leave a red handprint behind as he thrust deep, bottoming out. Itâs a silent scream, no sound leaving you. Heâs big, so big, and heâs filling you up to the brim. It hurts, and youâre loving every inch that stretches you out. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, hard thrust. He slides a hand up your stomach, between your breasts so his hand can wrap it around your throat. He loves watching you come undone around him, and heâll never forget it either. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers.Â
âBabe,â he grits, hand tightening, cutting off a little more air, âyou feel so fucking good.â
You stare back at him, feel as he moves to kneel on one knee, the angle shifting somewhere deeper inside of you. His teeth dig into your skin again, this time leaving bruises behind. It makes you whine. He thrusts harder, rougher until your hand is shooting out above your head, keeping you from hitting the headboard. Heâs fully claiming you. Cock punching into the deepest part of you. Your head is empty, high in euphoria only Kiba can provide you. Words are pouring out of you, but you couldnât understand what you were trying to say even if you wanted to. Whatever it is he wants to hear. Whatever keeps him close, keeps him inside of you. You never thought youâd get to be like this.Â
âKiba, Iââ you're cut off by a whimper when he reaches that hard to reach spot deep inside you. Over and over again, you feel it coming, your orgasm is going to come crashing down. Youâre going to drown in it, and you donât know if youâll make it out unscathed.
âYou going to come on my cock, baby?â
âYes! Please, please, Kiba. Donât stop. More, more, holy fuck,â
You come on his cock like a tidal wave, and when you collapse against the bed, your body trembles, heaving desperately for air. Kiba groans, pulling you up until youâre flush against him. His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, bucking his hips harder until heâs chasing his high right over the ledge with you.Â
âGood girl,â he praises, letting go of your throat. âSuch a good girl for me.â
Itâs quiet, apart from your labored breathing. Kibaâs thumb runs along your stomach where his hand rests. Heâs laying halfway on you, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Itâs a soft moment, one you donât wish to break. But this time, you really do need to pee.
âKiba,â he grumbles, digging deeper into the comfort you provide. âKi, get up. I have to pee.â
He glances up at you, clearly fighting off a grin. âYou gonna kick me out this time?â
âKiba,â you warn.
âWhat? Ainât nothinâ I havenât seen before.â
âFucking, hell, Inuzuka.â
He chuckles, lifting his weight off you. He smiles at your glare. Quietly you get dressed. Your hair stacked up on your head in a messy bun. Thereâs no saving your makeup. You wince at your reflection, seeing your lipstick smeared all over your mouth. Calloused fingers grip your chin, lifting your face so he can mesh his lips with yours.
âYouâre a vision, sweetheart.â he murmurs against your lips. âDonât think this was a one time thing.â
Your head tilts. âOh yeah? You addicted now?â
âDonât be stupid. Iâve been addicted to you my whole fucking life.â
âAre you going soft on me?âÂ
He grins down at you. âOh, baby. Weâre just heatinâ up.â














