Naruto one shots and preferences

(3) Kiba X Reader

Cooking diaries with Kiba:

Today had been a long day, and you were to curl into bed and go to sleep at this moment right now. It had been one of those tiring days where you would skip dinner for a moment of shut eye.

With Kakashi as the new Hokage, much work had to be done to get the necessities in order. You and Shikamaru almost spent 14 hours a day at the office to help Kakashi. But you knew that within a week or two things would normalize and set into order.

When you got home it was 10 PM, and even though you had only had a salad for breakfast with 12 granola bars distributed at odd intervals during your day, you were in no mood to eat. Honestly, that sounded like too much effort right now.

But then why did your feet take you to the kitchen? It was probably the copper smell in the air that got you worried. It could also be Akamaru barking with disapproving tones. Yes, you might have learned a thing or two about Akamaru in the past year.

With barely awake eyes and a really dazed mind, you entered the kitchen to find your boyfriend's back to you, him facing the stove and your adorable little puppy barking continuously beside him. However, as soon as you entered Akamaru turned towards you, now wagging his tail and striding towards you. You smiled down at him, not actually having the energy today to pick him up and play with him like you usually did, hoping he'd understand. He was a smart pup after all.

With barely awake eyes and a really dazed mind, you entered the kitchen to find your boyfriend's back to you, him facing the stove and your adorable little puppy barking continuously beside him. However, as soon as you entered Akamaru turned towards you, now wagging his tail and striding towards you. You smiled down at him, not actually having the energy today to pick him up and play with him like you usually did, hoping he'd understand. He was a smart pup after all.

You would have greeted Kiba like you usually did but before you could utter a single syllable, Akamaru jumped at you. You let out a short squeal which most definitely caught Kiba's attention as he turned around looking surprised.

Akamaru however didn't mean to play as you expected but instead his teeth nibbled on the wrist of your long sleeved top, and then he slightly dragged you to your loving boyfriend.

The thought that Akamaru was playing matchmaker to your already established relationship crossed your mind but that train of thought immediately went out the window when you saw Kiba's palm sliced in half, the wound almost a centimetre deep.

Your lidded eyes opened and widened as you grabbed his hand and carefully looked at the gash, the amount of blood surprising you. He had, of course, survived worse injuries than this but why in the world was he bleeding so badly, when he was in Konoha instead of the battlefield, having spent the entire day at home with only laundry on his chore list. Also, you were protective of him because it didn't hurt to care about your boyfriend a little.

"What the fuck, Kiba?' you exclaimed and grabbed his hand, being as gentle as your anger allowed you to be, taking him the bathroom and nudging him to sit on the marble counter top. You grabbed the first aid kit from the shelves and started working on his hand. Halfway through, when all that was left was to bandage his hand, you had finally gathered your thoughts, pushing your sleep aside, which was easy considering Kiba gave you a rush of adrenaline as soon as you entered home, and looked at him worriedly.

"what happened Kiba? You know how worried I was?" Your disappointed mom look tugged at his heartstrings as smiled sheepishly with his uninjured hand rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm sorry darling, I was just hoping to cook something nice for you, you've been working yourself to the limit lately and don't think I haven't noticed you skipping meals." His apologizing tone turned accusatory midway and you gulped.

"You could have ordered takeout baby. I really appreciate the gesture, I really do but don't you know that the cooking stunts are to be performed in supervision only?" You slightly joked and giggled as he broke out into a toothy grin as well.

You finished bandaging his hand focused on knotting it/taping it at the end as his palm rested in two hands as you inspected it for the last time. Hopefully he didn't need stitches so that was good.

Out of nowhere his other hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards him, your face crashing in his toned chest as you let out a yelp. When you pulled yourself back and looked up at him, his eyes were already focused on you, gazing at you so lovingly that you felt you were in paradise. You just wanted to grab his face and kiss him all over his face, starting at his nose and ending at his-

As if reading your thoughts, his injured hand's index finger and thumb held your chin so delicately, with a feather like grasp and his pillowy lips crashed onto yours. You devoured each other, his eagerness showing how much he missed you, how aware he became of your absences these days and him not liking it one bit.

Needless to say, you were quite awake now.

You both ran out of breath and pulled away but your gazing constant didn't end until a few minutes.

When Akamaru's bark broke you both out of your trance, you intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled him upstairs with you towards the bedroom.

"Shouldn't you eat something first? I will order some-"

"I'm hungry, but a lot more tired. Cuddle with me?"

"I'm offended you would even ask that."

You both snuggled under the heavy duvet, with him spooning you from behind, Akamaru coming to lay at your feet.

"What were you cooking anyways? The gash was pretty deep." You asked with closed eyes.

"I was planning on making pudding, it's a good snack and a light one-"

"Babe, I'm pretty sure there is absolutely no step that requires a knife though."

"I think you missed the step of breaking an egg using the ever helpful knife-"

"What the fuck do you mean you were trying to cut open the eggshell?! What even- You know, I can't- Again what the actual fuck, Kiba?" you stumbled over your words, as you jerked out of his embrace and now faced him, with the most confused expression ever and your eyes as horrified as they can be. Your eyebrows scrunched in disbelief with your mouth so wide open that Kiba would have laughed at your adorableness was he not astonished at the piece of information he received.

"Are you sure (Y/N) bec-"

"Yes, I'm pretty fucking sure Kiba."

"Well the recipe said to break three eggs and thought a knife would work but the egg rolled away while my hand came in between so...."

"So you chopped your hand off while doing the stupidest thing ever? I think it is the easiest step in any recipe, right after boiling water."

Kiba lightly chuckled at that and replied, "Well, I'm your idiot anyways honey."

"That you are. Please be cautious baby. How am I supposed to not worry when you are away on missions if I can't even trust you in the kitchen?"

"Sorry for worrying you (Y/N)."

You lightly smiled and pecked his cheek, returning to your original position of being the small spoon.

"Hey Kiba?" You mumbled with closed eyes, right on the brink of falling sleep.

"Yes baby?" He asked, nuzzling in your hair, taking in its sweet scent.

"Please watch a fucking tutorial next time."