? M??n??g ? ? ? ?Inuzuka Kiba One Shot ?

[ WARNING ! ] Not so light smut ahead. Some language.

• ♥ But if I kiss you now, I'll miss you in the morning. ♥ •

Somebody, please, come and tell me that this is wrong.

[Name] expertly rocked her hips against his. Sweat trailed down her cheeks, tracing the veins in her neck. Ecstasy contorted her face. There was no room for her guilt to show itself. She moaned out in response to the almost animal-like plead from the man beneath her. Locks of her hair flew around her face as her movements became rapid – they were both so desperate. They both had such different motivations. He dug his fingers deeply into her thighs as she flung her head back, breaking their eye contact. Their shouts of delight poured from the windows of her house.

"Oh, yes."

Driven senseless, [Name] could only reply to her lover with breathless whimpers. Her eyes snapped open as she struggled to catch her breath, the waves of pure pleasure electrifying her. Her nerves tingled. Her toes curled – a helpless, frenzied feeling of merciless teasing washing over her. Wide eyes were victim to the sight of her open window. For a split second, her grief forced tears to loom in her eyes. When the hundredth ripple of unbearable rapture shocked her again, the tears overflowed. Flinging her head to the other side, she gazed at the wall and heard her joints plead as she picked up her speed. Beneath her, he almost roared with appreciation. Her uncontrollable moans followed.

Knock some sense into me. Make me stop this. Save me. Save us. Save this.

It was close. Her body was ready to explode. He had wound her so tightly – it was only a matter of time until the taut rope shattered. Her heart felt ready to burst. It was full of love, regret, and shame. The temperature of the room rose with the heat of their feelings – her passion and his need. He began to jerk his hips to meet her heartfelt thrusts. Her breath hitched in her throat as her body threatened to give in to his assault.

"I-I'm close," she breathlessly warned. His eyes ignited at her promise, setting off dynamic sparks in her heart. Fire danced upon her skin. He drove in and out of her core. He drove her in and out of sanity. He drove her wild. He drove her mad. He drove her. …And she let him.

"Oh, [Name]," he groaned, locking eyes with her. There was an urgent desire in his husky voice. It almost pushed her over the edge, straight into paradise. "You're driving me crazy." She cried out in agreement, her mind roiling with dizzy, taboo bliss. Her hair clung to her neck as she struggled with every mind-blowing sensation, heaven brushing against her fingertips. She bit down on her lips and licked at them simultaneously when her untamed mind craved his kiss. "You're so fucking beautiful." Her heart skipped a beat, trembling in euphoria. She felt like he would kill her if this mad feeling continued. Familiar overwhelmed tears plagued her again. The recollection of her relationship with him – with how it would all be in the morning – was suddenly drowned out when he pulled her down and his lips connected to her heart through her breast.

At least make him love me. At least take away my guilt. At least make this easier.

In the next moment, she screamed as her heart was torn to shreds by jolts of pleasure, the tension they had been riding on snapping in two. Firecrackers blinded her with white lights. Her entire body shivered as she was continuously introduced to heaven. Every limitation vanished. It didn't matter what would happen in the morning. It didn't matter if she cried. It didn't matter if he left. It didn't matter if she was shamed. Nothing mattered in this moment of sheer bliss – it was only him and her and this feeling. She was lost in sinful sexual harmony.

He groaned out in pleasure, continuing his movements until exhaustion caused him to crash down. He dragged [Name] with him, never leaving her center as he let her gasping mewls lull him while they tried to recover. Pressed against his chest, she felt him throb within her has her heart pulsed for him. Weakly, she shut her tearing eyes and wrapped her arms around him, keeping her greedy requests to herself. He whispered her name so softly, so gently. He had such slow, agonizing methods of breaking her heart. She had fallen for such a conniving man.

He would come in when she was most vulnerable, missing him, and confess: "I just can't take her anymore, [Name]! You should hear her! I don't know how she gets these ideas into her head. She's crazy."

Was that the same as saying that you don't want her anymore?

"…You know, you’re the only one I can come to with these things, [Name]. You're the best thing in my life right now," he would say. "I love talking to you. I love doing things with you."

Was that the same as saying that you love me too?

He would give her a look, a look that always put her under his control. "It's okay," she had whispered just a few hours ago. "I'll be here for you forever, Kiba." She had leaned forward and cupped his face as she moved to straddle his lap. He hadn't move away. If anything, he had moved closer, answering her nightly prayers. Her heart was crying in her chest. It was screaming at her. It had begged her to stop. But she didn't listen. That was what he wanted her to do, and she wanted it, too. She just loved him so much. She would suffer if it meant being close to him. "This is alright," she had promised. He had closed his eyes as she gently sealed her fate, pressing delicate kisses over each of his enticing eyes. And her heart only cried out louder.

But I want more than this. So much more than this.

Slowly opening her eyes, trying to forget her memories, [Name] smiled softly as Kiba ran his calloused fingers over her swollen lips.

So, please, tell me I can't love him. Convince me that it's not right.

She was filled to the brink with love.

"Kiba…"

He was filled to the brink with lust.

"[Name], you're so amazing." He ran his fingers through her hair, stirring her excitement with such an insignificant action. The excitement of love. The excitement of denial. The excitement of him.

"You are, too, Kiba," [Name] whispered affectionately. Honestly. Lovingly. "This is amazing," she sighed. He continued to stroke her hair. "You're just so… I just…"

I beg of you, give me the strength to end it.

"I lov—"

He cut her off. "You're the greatest friend anyone could ever have, [Name]. Thanks so much." And he did it because he knew what she was going to say, and he didn't want to hear it.

The pain she felt was the worst form of torture. It dragged her into hell. It made her forget about the heaven that had just engulfed her. It made her want to scream – to vent. It made her want to kill herself. "Oh, y-yeah." But all she could do, pressed against his chest, hearing the guilt that pulsed through his veins, was close her eyes and fall into a slumber with a bleeding heart. And it hurt. And she knew she couldn't bring it to an end. Because she could never kiss his lips, for they belonged to another girl.

Someone, anyone, at least make him forget about her. Please, please. I don't want to cry my heart out anymore.

In the morning, [Name] was alone. A few days later, Kiba knocked on her door again. He looked her right in the eyes. It was the same look she received just a few days ago. It was the same look that made her forget the tears she always shed the morning after. It was the same look she had received so many times before. "You're the only one who makes me happy, [Name]. I have no idea what I would do without you. I love being with you." Entangled in her blankets with him hours later, her heart screamed to remind her that it was still bleeding.

"This is alright. I'll be here for you forever." It doesn't matter what happens in the morning.