a mixmatch of pre-shippuuden/post-shippuuden NaruKibaNaru things
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I WROTE SOME DRABBLES TO GO ALONG WITH THIS BECAUSE THEY MAKE ME
as most of her stuff does ;3;So here ya go if interested =A= <3
and i’m sorry if the selfcest ones are confusing it was hard differentiating themi sorry
Post!Naru/Pre!Naru
It had always been in Naruto to be a giver.
Nothing made him happier than knowing he had helped someone, that he had been worth something to them to the point that he could fulfill an ache, a need.
Himself was no exception to that.
The circumstances of how he was running his hands over his younger self were not important; all that mattered was that the small body was quivering under his touch. No one knew better than Naruto how much he was hurting at this age, hiding it behind a stupid grin and brash promises. Naruto knew first-hand that behind all that, this boy was starved for attention, affection, one simple glance that wasn’t filled with disgust. His lips pressed a kiss against the nape of a flushed neck, and he watched through half-lidded blue eyes as the boy’s hand came up, trembling. It gripped a tail of Naruto’s headband that had spilled over his thin shoulder, hesitating before tugging on it demandingly.
It was a rare thing for him to show his vulnerable side at that age, Naruto remembered, but right then it couldn’t have been more exposed as his small form leaned into the larger chest behind him. No one had ever touched him like this. No one probably ever would again. Young Naruto tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck for his older counterpart to touch, both hands curling around the black cloth in his grip as blond bangs shadowed his eyes. “Please don’t stop,” he murmured.
Naruto’s mouth traced up the curve of the boy’s throat, pausing at the fluttering pulse just beneath his smooth jawline. His lips stayed there, not in a kiss, but a simple graze against heated skin as his fingertips slipped beneath an orange waistband. “Not a chance.”
Post!Kiba/Pre!Naru
Kiba chuckled as Naruto squirmed in his lap, scarred cheeks puffing out at him on that dumb little face. “This is stupid!”
He grinned and pulled at the kid’s legs, tugging them on either side of himself and yanking Naruto in, ignoring the unnecessarily loud squawk he made. “You’re stupid.”
“YOU ARE, DOG-FACE!” Naruto grit his teeth and fisted the lapels of Kiba’s jacket, jerking the bigger shinobi down to his eye-level. “You’re the one who wants to do this weird shit!”
Kiba leaned more into Naruto’s grip, his hands running up the short length of orange-clad legs until they pushed at his inner thighs. “Well you wanna learn that cool new jutsu, don’t’cha, dumbass? I ain’t gonna teach it to ya otherwise.”
A brilliant flush filled Naruto’s face at where Kiba’s hands were, and it only went deeper when a dull throb pulsed to life in his groin because of it. His mouth twisted into a determined slant as he launched himself up, crushing his lips against his friend’s in a clumsy, teeth-clacking kiss that showed he obviously had no fucking idea what he was doing. “Fckin’ jrk,” he muttered against the mouth on his, grunting when a sharp fang poked the corner of his lip.
Kiba just laughed softly at Naruto’s bratty but weirdly cute behavior. His fingers slid around the kid, groping two handfuls of his behind and laughing harder when that made him spasm almost violently, a string of sputtered curses smothered against his lips.
He couldn’t wait to see how pissed Naruto got when he found out there was no jutsu.
Post!Naru/Pre!Kiba
Kiba knew that loser was gonna try and scare him even before Akamaru poked his head up from his lap with a light yip. The fur lining his hood tickled beneath his jaw as the back of his head thumped on the tree he was sitting against. He rolled his eyes when a rain of green leaves trickled down in front of him, caused by the other ninja hiding up above and failing miserably to stifle his laughter.
The boy was completely unfazed when he suddenly had a face-full of Naruto, who had dropped into a crouch in front of him. “BOO!”
Kiba’s expression deadpanned at the retarded grin he was getting. His hands reached up to cup either side of Akamaru’s head, thumbs massaging the tops of his ears as the dog’s eyes closed happily, a small pink tongue poking out from its mouth. “If you haven’t gotten me the last million times, why would it work now? Dumbass.”
Naruto snorted, a grin slanting his mouth as he reached up to pinch Kiba’s tattooed cheeks. “What’re you talkin’ about, mutt?” He pulled the cheeks out before squishing them in again. ”I got you so good last time you nearly pissed yourself!”
“THAT WAS DIFFERENT!” Kiba growled and smacked Naruto’s hands off of him. “I’m not expectin’ to wake up in my room with your dumb face all up in mine!”
Naruto smirked and tilted his head, blond bangs curtaining one blue eye, “Still got ya.”
“Whatever,” Kiba huffed and set Akamaru down on the grass, then pushed himself to his feet and pulled his hood back on. “It’s not like you can surprise me with anythin’ after that.”
A blond brow arched up as Naruto straightened to his full height, frowning down at his young friend. “Is that a challenge I hear, Inuzuka?”
With Naruto looking at him like that, Kiba couldn’t help the slight tremble that quivered up from the base of his spine. But he tried to hide it anyway, swallowing thickly and shoving his hands into his coat pockets, jutting his chin up in defiance, “Maybe, yeah.”
Naruto just stared at him for a moment, and then grinned slowly, blue eyes scrunching up mischievously. “Close your eyes.”
Kiba’s brow furrowed with a slight curl to his lip. “Wha?”
“Close em’.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
Sharp eyes narrowed, suspicious, but Kiba obeyed nonetheless, heart hammering in his head as anticipation coiled in his gut.
Naruto ignored Akamaru’s soft whine as he reached forward, fingers curling into the gray cloth of Kiba’s hood before he wordlessly wrenched him forward as he dove down, pushing his smiling lips against Kiba’s in a firm kiss.
Kiba’s eyes snapped wide open, his hands flying out of their pockets to grip at Naruto’s jumpsuit. His body locked up completely after that, face going cross-eyed in an attempt to look at Naruto’s mouth on his as his cheeks flushed red enough to match his tattoos, fingers twisting into the orange in their grasp.
After another second or two, Naruto pulled back with a soft, wet smack, and that finally allowed Kiba’s brain to start functioning again, which equated to him sputtering stupidly against the older boy’s mouth. “Wh-what the hell is wrong with you?!”
Naruto laughed deeply, quirking one brow as his thumb moved to trace lightly over Kiba’s bottom lip. “Surprise.”
Post!Kiba/Pre!Kiba
“Does he really get this big?!” Kiba ran his hands in awe over Akamaru before scratching his nails into the dog’s mane. A white muzzle turned to sniff and rub at his temple, recognizing his master’s scent. The boy laughed when a wet, black nose pushed against his tattooed cheek, and he hoisted himself onto Akamaru’s back, swinging his legs back and forth as he looked over at all the space now between himself and the ground. “He’s huge!”
His older counterpart chuckled and bent over to pick up the much smaller Akamaru yipping at his feet. “Y’know Naruto said the same thing,” he mused, smiling at how this Akamaru fit perfectly into the cup of his hands as he petted him lovingly, “but can’t say I really noticed it, bein’ with him every day and all, right boy?” Kiba looked up at his own Akamaru, who barked happily in agreement before glancing back down at the pup, “Though I guess the difference is pretty obvious now.”
His younger counterpart had stiffened slightly in surprise at that one name, even though it had been said in passing. “Naruto?” He wrinkled his nose, fingers curling into the fur beneath them. “You hang out with that loser?”
Kiba’s brow furrowed as his hand paused in petting tiny Akamaru, and he looked up at his kid-self, “Hey, hey, Naruto’s a pretty cool guy, all right?”
“Bet he’s just as much a dumbass later as he is now.”
Lips curling in amusement, Kiba set Akamaru back down by his feet. “Didn’t say he wasn’t.”
“I could kick that guy’s ass up and down,” younger Kiba huffed and slid off of Akamaru’s back, feet landing solidly on the ground before he raised his head and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. “Bet he’s still in the academy too, ain’t he?” A derisive snort made his nostrils flare, though his expression softened a little when he glanced back to find both Akamarus had wandered a few feet away, the smaller one weaving playfully between the other’s legs.
Older Kiba reached up to scrub his hand through the shaggy mess of his hair, raising a brow at the boy. He knew he could be cocky, but damn. “Man, you really this much of a jerk?”
Heat filled Kiba’s cheeks before an accusing finger was shoved into his counterpart’s face. “Hey if I’m a jerk, you’re a jerk! Don’t think I’ll take crap from you just cuz’ you’re me!”
“Whoa, whoa,” Kiba held his hands up, frowning slightly, “y’really needa loosen up.”
When the kid simply snorted again and turned his back on him to watch their dogs instead, Kiba felt his lips spread into a slow grin across his face. It was a little hard to believe he had once been even more hotheaded and brash than what he was now, which was saying a lot. But he knew a lot of the things he had experienced that humbled him a bit, including his fight with Naruto during the Chuunin exams, were things his younger self hadn’t lived through yet, so it was understandable.
And that wasn’t to say that all of him had changed for the better.
The small smile that had slid onto young Kiba’s face completely vanished when he felt hands larger than his own smooth down the front of his jacket, over his thin chest before the slow, metallic sound of the zipper being pulled drifted through the air. A soft, surprised breath tumbled from his mouth when he felt lips graze along his ear.
Kiba chuckled against the boy’s skin, his words so low and gruff they nearly rode out on a growl, “Can’t believe I was so easy t’rile up.”
“Shit,” Kiba gasped and grit his teeth, squinting one eye as he rolled his shoulder to try and shrug his older self away from his ear, “the hell are you doing?” he snarled.
Older Kiba’s response was to pull the boy’s jacket off one shoulder, exposing the mesh shirt beneath as he drug his tongue in one lewd, languid movement up a supple cheek. “Well, guess I still kinda am, huh?”
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this was the majority of my night :I
now it’s bed time :U
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