First Times Matter
Kiba x Reader
Warnings: Sexual Intercourse, Mild Dirty Talk, Cursing, Breeding Kink (If you squint), and Mild Choking
Kiba makes me feel some type of way, sooo here ya gooo.
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You never thought your first time with Kiba would end up like this. You thought there would be rose petals, candles, and romance. But that wasn’t how it was happening at all. Every time you even thought about getting naked with Kiba something would interrupt. Whether it was a dog (Akamaru, you cockblock) or be it his mother, or sister. (Also cockblocks.) It was fucking ridiculous. All you wanted was some alone time with Kiba, but damn it. Apparently that was too much to ask for. Which is how you ended up almost fully dressed, in Kiba’s kitchen, bent over the counter.
It didn’t seem to matter anymore. The only things that did were the burn of Kiba’s cock roughly pressing deeply inside of you, the bite of the kitchen counter as your hips slammed against it with every drag of his hips, and the sting of Kiba’s nails against your scalp as he made you meet him thrust for thrust. Kami, it was good.
How did you get here? Kiba’s mother and sister had stepped out on a mission together and Akamaru was outside playing in the giant yard behind the house. It had seemed like the moment the house was empty Kiba was on you, with rough kisses and wild eyes he had pawed at your ass until you allowed him to move what he needed so he could reach the parts of you he wanted most. It felt good to know that you hadn’t been alone in the want you had been building for him. He felt it to. And now, did you ever plan to take every inch Kiba was offering.
He was wild, feral almost. He had been while the only thing you were sharing was heated, open mouthed kisses. Kami, you wished you could see his face, but the noises ripping from his chest had to be enough. And they were. The low snarls, and the sharp hisses of his pleasure showed that he was enjoying himself too. You knew for a fact that you looked ridiculous practically sobbing for his cock and drooling on the counter, but again you didn’t care.
No, this wasn’t the way you planned to have your first time with Kiba, but damn it all to hell, this was more than enough for you. Kami, it was all to much. The wet slapping coming from between your bodies, Kiba’s open mouth kisses to your neck, and his noises. Kami, this was it. “K-Kiba.” The sharp tug to the back of your hair signaled that he heard you, so you pushed yourself up on wobbly legs. Gripping on the the counter, you managed to whimper, “ ‘M gonna cum.”
Kiba moaned, an actual deep throated moan in response, “Fuck!” Shakily you used your grip on the counter to ram your hips into his, “Ah! Kiba, please!” He moved his free hand and arm to wrap around your stomach, and then brought you up higher to practically impale you on his cock.
Louder you keened for him, crying out any words that came to mind, “Kami! Kami! Please!,” Your sentence broke off with a sob, “Please! Cum in me, Kiba! Fill me up!” Kiba snarled his hips breaking their rhythm as the hand tangled in your hair moved to your throat. It felt like you had blacked out for a minuet because when you gained your bearings Kiba was placing you back on your shaking legs. Finally, you slumped forward again laying your upper body onto the cool counter. Kiba’s upper half followed as he practically smashed you into the countertop. Breathing heavily you smiled into your arms as Kiba pressed a kiss to the back of your head, “I love you, princess.”
“I love you, too.”
You had never imagined this was the way your first time with Kiba would happen, but you did learn something: as long as it was Kiba, it would never matter.
