Kinktober 2021, Day 8

As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

Wanted to make it abundantly clear this fic features Boruto age Kiba. And yes, maybe collaring and pet play is a bit cliche for the guy from the dog-loving clan, but I like cliche sometimes.

Summary
Being collared and treated like a dog wasn’t the worst thing in the world, at least not by someone who held them in high regard.

Tags/Warnings
Collaring, Female Pet Names, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Oneshot, Oral S*x, Pet Play, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut

Kinktober 2021, 08: Collaring
(Reader x Kiba Inuzuka | Boruto/Naruto)

You sat back on your knees, trying to sit still and straight while Kiba fitted and fastened the latest new toy for your intimate time around your neck. Lined with thin, soft padding, the leather collar itself wasn’t abrasive or painful, but the clasp around your throat was something unfamiliar. Something you knew would take a bit of getting used to.

You watched Kiba from the corners of your vision while he worked, fidgeting with the slack of the collar until he reached a tightness he deemed appropriate. The long leather thong attached to it hung down as he worked, the cool, smooth material tickling your skin.

Satisfied, Kiba took the length of leather in his hand and stepped and away, admiring his handiwork and taking a moment to simply look at you.  You shifted anxiously, any vulnerability you had felt from being sat nude in the middle of the room intensifying under his scrutiny. Fortunately, his observations were brief enough, and you didn’t need to feel so bare for too long.

“How’s it feel?” Kiba asked, eyes sweeping up from trailing along your body hotly and meeting yours.

You tilted your head lightly from side to side and turned, feeling the padding and leather pull and wrinkle. You had freedom of motion well enough, though it was impossible to ignore the leather’s stiffness. It didn’t feel as if it would slip or slide wildly or strangle you any time soon. Perfect.

“Just right, I think,” you confirmed, meeting his eager eyes again, waiting expectantly for his next step.

He grinned, lips quirking up enough to show sharp canines, lending a more feral air to his face than before. “Good.”

Kiba went silent again, for another long few seconds, and his tongue slid out and over his lips briefly. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, along with his arousal piquing. “Damn, you look good like that,” he told you hungrily.

His grip on the leather thong tightened, and it was all the warning you had before he gave it a sharp jerk. One hard enough to command you forward, but not enough to tip you over. “Come,” he instructed sharply, tone almost growling.

That alone was enough to desire of your own simmering between your legs, and you squeezed them together subtly before making to stand and do as Kiba had bid you. You were met with a corrective tug to the leather lead.

“Oh no, on your hands and knees,” he said, grinning even wider than before.

Your lips thinned, and you suppressed a petulant whine from the order, but obeyed, placing your palms on the floor and carefully crawling towards Kiba, eyes pinned to him all the while. You paused in front of him, looking up, uncertain whether you should stay as you or stand.

“There, that’s a good girl,” Kiba praised warmly, moving to kneel toward your level.

He lifted his free hand and tangled it in your hair, massaging lightly, the tips of his long nails scratching pleasantly at your scalp. It smoothed down from your hair after a moment, skimming over your temple and cheek before curling loosely under your chin with several strokes. You leaned into his touch with a happy sigh, eyes fluttering half-closed as you relished his touch.

Another abrupt tug on your collar jolted your eyes open, and Kiba growled another command. “Roll over.”

Hesitation claimed you again while you decided how best to follow the order. You moved back to action, slowly shifting down onto your stomach, Kiba allowing you plenty of spare lead. Feeling a bit silly, you rolled onto your back before looking up hopefully at him again from your prone position.

“Good girl,” Kiba repeated in praise, the husky tone of his voice making your gut clench and your cheeks flush.

He reached down for your skin again, starting at the beginning of your neck, drawing light shapes over the delicate skin with the tips of his nails. His fingers skated downward, dancing over the swell of your chest in much the same manner before closing around one breast and kneading roughly. A hiss left your mouth, and you bit down on your bottom lip, stifling a following moan as Kiba swapped to the neglected side of your chest, and then back again.

In a cruel show of teasing, he abandoned your chest not long after he had begun, dipping even further down your body. His hand flattened over the skin of your stomach and your hips, moving from side to side, the ticklish sensation of his claws still brushing over you making you squirm. His name escaped you in a plaintive, begging hush and you arched up into his hand.

Kiba laughed under his breath, re-tracing his previous path, and starting it all over again. “Greedy little pet I’ve got, huh?” he teased cheekily, and you replied with a sound of protest.

His fingers pressed harder, claws digging into your skin enough to leave pale red marks as he dragged them back and forth. You groaned, the sound morphing into a full gasp of mixed pain and pleasure when he returned to your chest and squeezed hard. You cursed and arched up again when the pad of his thumb circled your nipple, giving you almost, but not quite enough contact. Switching to your other breast again, he repeated his action, and you groan again, but half in frustration.

Eyes partly shut, you caught Kiba adjusting his position, coming to stand to your side, giving him better access. His hand grew more bold, sweeping further down, leaving more angry marks in its wake. His fingers scraped over your abdomen, down to the apex of your thighs. They were next to suffer his teasing touch, feeling even more sensitive than your chest, making you jump and gasp.

Up and down he went, eliciting more ticklish reactions from you, and even a slight wince now and then when his touch became overeager and his dugs in a bit too much or his fingers pinched too hard. Each stroke and touch was kindling to the embers he had sparked in your belly before, the heat growing and making you feel ever more tense and sensitive.

Abruptly, Kiba’s touch halted, and he stood up from your side. Eyes fluttering open fully, you tipped your head to follow him, wondering what was on his mind now. With your chest rising and falling more shallowly, and the heat from your belly migrating to pulse between your legs, you craved something more substantial. Something that could better satisfy the growing need.

“Would my pet like a treat?” Kiba asked, in the same mischievous tone.

Your heart jumped and your cunt clenched at the prospect of whatever ‘treat’ Kiba was offering. Foggily, the haze from his teasing still holding sway over you, you nodded. Your entire body felt feverish now, tingling, wanting and waiting.

“Up,” he demanded, pulling on the leash once more.

You scrambled to obey once more, though again the lusty haze slowed you. You settled back onto your knees, turning your attention to Kiba as he reached to pull his pants and underwear down enough to free his cock. He jerked the lead on your collar again, a bit more aggressively, giving his length a few quick strokes with his free hand.

You licked your lips, distracted from the ache between your thighs by your want to reach the treat Kiba had promised you, now on full display and waiting for you. Another, softer pull urged you forward a bit more swiftly, your permission to move and take him in your grasp and imitate the stroke of his hand. The gentle pull went on, though, dragging you closer until the tantalizing scent and sight of him were all you could comprehend.

You opened your mouth, understanding the latest wordless command. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, moving with the pull on your collar and sinking onto his cock until it was all you could taste as well. Kiba held the lead taut, keeping you flush against him, and you swallowed around the length of him, unable to pull away or set a pace.

A feral groan rang through the silence of the room, and Kiba’s hand returned to your head, threading in your hair for a moment before leaving again. Even if you couldn’t dictate the pace, though, it didn’t mean Kiba wasn’t eager to set one of his own for you. His hips drew back, and he pulled the slack of the leather thong in the opposite direction, hauling off his cock until only the head remained on your tongue. Then, he bucked forward, jerking the lead inward to meet him, filling up your mouth all over again. He repeated the action, again and again, a rhythm you could adjust to slowly beginning to form.

You grasped at his hips, steadying yourself somewhat against his newly decided pace. You groaned as Kiba continued to use the collar to aid him, a new surge of lust swelling in your gut at just how at his mercy you were. Perhaps, if you were good, a taste of his cock wasn’t the only treat Kiba would give you before the evening was done.

Shino; can you do me a weird favour without asking any questions?

Kiba; isn’t that the bedrock upon which our friendship is founded?

Hinata; when I was younger, I tried to form a gang once.

Kiba; how’d it go?

Hinata; it turned into a knitting club.