Naruto Various x Reader/OC/Ship [One Shots & Lemons]

Who? - Kiba Inuzuka x f!reader

This story is for my absolute favourite author on wattpad, the amazing and highly talented @tiredbiscuit . I really hope I have done your beloved Kiba justice in this? I know how much you love this man and it was an honour to write something for you! There is no possible way you can't have already read her work, but if you are somehow oblivious, please go check out her works! Thank me later! ;)

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He eyed you with the utmost disdain. Amber eyes raked from the very toes of your scuffed converse to the brim of the baseball hat that peeked from under your hoodie. An eyebrow rose, stern in admonishment of your appearance and you could scream at him for it.

You knew you looked god awful, felt it too, but did he need to sneer quite so fucking openly? Even from the door to the coffee shop, you knew he was going to give you absolute hell, motherfucker couldn't help himself at the best of times. Some best friend he was.

Kiba Inuzuka appeared his usual well put together self, the epitome of an aloof bad boy.

He sat with arms crossed at your favoured table in the back corner, his arms tightly crossed over his wide chest and forcing the black top he wore to work to its limit in order to contain the muscles beneath. You spied his foot stretched out as he practically manspread in his chair, and the ominous tap of his heavy boot sounded like the tolls of a church bell as you walked toward him.

The strands of his chestnut brown hair were tousled in a sexy 'I just got fucked' style that was meant to look like he had rolled right out of whatever bed he had spent the previous night in. You knew the truth of it though; that particular look took him a straight forty-five minutes to perfect each morning, and you were tempted to ruffle your hand through it just to piss him off more.

You always gave him shit for how long it took him to get ready in the mornings, many a time in your college years you had screeched about him being worse than the girls, and you were not wrong. If any of his floozies were to find out about his skincare regime their little airhead brains would likely implode. Perhaps you should never have taught him that he needed to use more than soap on his face each morning, for the man owned more luxury beauty products than you did at this stage.

"You look like shit," he offered with a shit-eating grin on his annoyingly handsome face.

The onset of summer highlighted the fresh dusting of freckles on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and his usual sun-kissed skin darkened further from the abundance of scorching sunlight. In contrast, you found yourself covering up more, the sun was not your friend and the angry pink skin of your shoulders beneath your hoodie was a testament to that fact.

"Well, fuck you too, dickhead!"

You threw yourself into the opposing chair, face screwed up from the squeal of metal on the wooden floor and pouted.

"Could've at least bought me a drink. Not like you don't know what I like," you moaned sullenly.

Glancing over your shoulder you could see the line was almost at the door, and the thought of standing in it to get your much-needed fix of caffeine sounded like hell on earth. With your best puppy dog eyes, you rounded back to Kiba who was watching you fixedly, jaw set in a firm line.

"Oh no, y/n. I already stood in that queue, had to almost sell my soul to Satan himself to get the last apple danish. It's not my fault that you're so hungover that you can't face standing up for longer than a minute," he all but yelled at you.

Kiba was more pissed than you had expected, you must have really caused a scene for him to be this level of mad at you. Caffeine was your biggest weakness, and he knew it. Groaning loudly as you rubbed at your aching temples, you tried to replay the snippets of what you remembered from the previous night.