In which twenty-eight-year-old detective Kiba Inuzuka, crosses paths with a girl who turns his once orderly life into pure chaos. After finding out that she is his soulmate; it spells nothing but 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Warnings: infidelity, mature language...
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HE leans against the doorframe of my bedroom - silently watching.
Dark, but keen eyes follow my every move. I can feel the burning stare, even as my back is turned towards him. Standing in front of my desk, my trembling hands press against the wood for support. My mind feels fuzzy from the indecent thoughts to plague it.
It doesn't take Kiba long to walk across the room to meet me. The longing calls my emotions give out are too loud for him to ignore, after all.
And so, he stops behind me, the warmth of his body radiating straight into my own. When he trails the tips of his fingers over my shoulder blade, I can't help but grow addicted to the touch. Before I can even react, he reaches the nape of my neck and swipes my hair to the side in one smooth movement. I feel his warm breath brush the skin, now.
"What do you want, sweetheart?" he whispers; plush lips hovering just above the hot skin where my sweet spot resides. He's waiting for an answer.
"I want you to fuck me." I reply. I do not know if it's because of the buzz from the alcohol he's consumed, or the daring wits I've acquired because of said booze, but it still makes me give the blatant answer with zero hesitance.
"My, my... Aren't we bold?" Kiba says, and his voice sounds cunning - just like the smirk that's probably plastered on his lips now. But nevertheless, he sighs before he rests his chin against my shoulder tiredly, "As much as I would want that... I can't. Not tonight."
"Why?" I ask, and my voice trembles in its whisper slightly. Have I done something wrong in asking for such an improper thing of him like that?
"You're shit-faced, baby," he murmurs softly, "It wouldn't be right."
"But..." I lean back into his touch, "I didn't drink a single drop of alcohol. And I'm allowing you to do it."
"You know what I mean," he chuckles lowly, the sound delicate, "I want it to be special."
Him? He wants it to be special? Really?
"I can find some candles, if you want?" I try to persuade him once more. My offer only makes him snicker.
"Mm-mm." he hums, shaking his head. The way his chestnut locks tickle my cheek makes my heart race, "I didn't drink much, but it's enough for me not to be as gentle as I'd like to be."
"I don't care if you're not gentle with me," my reply is quick to turn deviant, "I want this... I really want you, Kiba."
He pauses for a moment, as if he's thinking it through. It makes my heart swell with hope.
"Stop being so stubborn." he sighs finally, shutting me down. His rough hands rest on my hips now, "I'm not going to give in this time, no matter how loud your want screams at me."
