your boyfriend, rock lee, comes home drunk and he can't keep his hands off of you ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅ (18+)
inspo track: drunk in love - beyoncé
w/c: 1.4k words
you know that it's well past midnight when your bedtime routine is sharply interrupted by the sound of knuckles pummelling against your door. the sound comes and goes, but the rhythm and force remains consistent each time.
knock, knock, knock!
it wouldn't be unusual to hear a knock or two on your door in general, but receiving them so late at night made it exactly that. the better of your wisdom encourages you to not answer it—to simply ignore whoever it is behind the door that wants your attention. it'll be a problem for your future self. right now, you're fresh out the shower, and you're more concerned about letting your moisturiser absorb.
knock. knock. knock.
they're growing louder in volume now. with their persistence, the knocks are really starting to feel like proper demands for attention. ignoring something so urgent would be sure to result in some sort of consequence. bedrudgingly, you put on your bathrobe and hurry down the stairs to answer the door. when you swing the door open, you're immediately taken aback.
rock lee, your usually gentle boyfriend, is attacking you with kisses to the face, and gripping his large hands onto every part of your body. he can't resist grabbing onto your ass and smoothing his palms over your waist; nor can he resist cupping your supple breasts—nothing is left unscathed.
"fuck, it took you long enough," he slurs slightly.
you can smell sake faintly lingering on his breath, and it doesn't take long for you to realise he's a little drunk. in his completely sober mind, he would never swear. he would never be so forthcoming with his touches either, but part of you—no,—all of you is enjoying this side of lee, if you're being honest with yourself. it's like being in the presence of a totally different person, except, you trust this stranger with your entire heart. sober or not, you know he would never want to hurt you.
"no. it took you long enough," you cup his cheeks. "you should be sleeping."
"why would i do that?" he presses his lips to your jaw as his hands tease along your body. "is it that you don't want me here? is that it, angel?"
"lee-" you gasp, "of course not, baby. i do want you around."
"you do?" he whispers against your ear, nibbling your earlobe. "isn't that perfect, y/n? i want you too..."
with a firm grip, he grabs your shoulders and spins you, leaving your back turned to him. his hands then proceed to travel to your hips, grasping them as to push your ass flush against his body. you bite your lip at the friction. you can't help the way you arch your back as he shamelessly rocks his aching erection against you.
his hands are sneaking under the fabric of your robe, rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers. sloppy kisses and swipes of his tongue lavish your neck as he mumbles. the pleasure makes you throw your head back, with a drawn out hum escaping you in doing so. you can feel yourself getting wetter by the minute, and you sigh while smiling at the absurdity of it all. you've only just showered, and now he's tempting you to roll in filth.
"y/nnnn…" lee whines. "listen to me! it makes me upset when you ignore me, angel…"
"hhah—yeah, yeah," you blink out of your erotic trance. "are you sure, lee? will you remember this in the morning, baby?"
lee, in his drunken euphoria, chuckles breathily at your question. "mm....maybe. maybe i will." his hands grip onto the flesh of your belly.
"but..." he kisses your neck. "if i don't, you can tell me about it, and maybe we could do it alllllll over again. just so i can remember. okay—hic!—angel?"
that's how you ended up bent over on the mattress, with lee pounding into your pussy from the back. he's pushing in-between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest pressed against the bed. each roll of his hips into your slick cunt is leaving you breathless and out of your mind.
your bathrobe is an afterthought ditched on the floor. a film of sweat is clinging onto your skin, superseding the lotion you put on a few minutes prior. so much for getting clean.
his breath comes out in ragged pants behind you.
"do you have any idea how f-fucking good you feel, y/n?" he attempts to silence his moans by sinking his teeth into your shoulder, but to no avail. "i love this, i love you… so—ahh—so fucking good…"
you love every bit of this too. you love the sound of skin-on-skin as he thrusts into you, the deep plunge of his cock, the unapologetic curses that fall from his mouth, and the way his hands never seem to be satisfied with just one part of your body. every last bit of it excites you.
"lee!" you cry on a particularly sharp thrust, turning your head around to look at him. "m-more, i need more, baby!"
he's on fire.
lee's hands abandon your back, and instead, latch onto your wrists. he pulls back, stretching your arms straight as he drives even deeper into you with his dick—each movement more powerful than the last. you can feel him in your guts, hitting that sweet spot with devastating accuracy.
you're at a loss for words. your vision is growing spotty around the corners. it's far too good. all you can think about is the feeling of his cock shifting your insides, and the dangerous feeling of pressure accumulating in your lower belly. with each slam of his length, you can feel that pressure getting closer and closer to being released.
and you know it's not so far. you can hear it in the wet, sloppy squelching that bounces off the walls with every snap of his pelvis.
"tell me, angel," he pants, pulling your wrists tighter. it brings your heads closer together. "tell me that it's all mine, that you are just for me…"
you try your best to speak between moans. "y-yours," you gasp, "nghh—it's yours, baby, all of it!"
"mmmmm... yes, yes it is… you're all i want…"
he delivers the final thrust to make you cum, resulting in your pussy clamping down around his dick. you break when it happens, with a mouth wide open calling his name, and eyes sealed shut as you arch your back further than what your body would usually permit. your walls drool around his cock, massaging it with its pulsations until he cums after you with a filthy moan.
he leans forwards, continuing the moans in your ears. every inch of his cock gets shoved inside of you, and he stills there, spurting what feels like an endless volume of hot cum into your pussy. you can feel his hips stuttering, and his cock twitching inside you.
with the final spill of his seed, he pulls out, and goes limp like a puppet with severed strings. with your wrists freed, you collapse and lay your belly on the bed. he does the same, surrounding you with the heat of his sweat-glazed body as he slumps forwards on top of your back. you're cradled by his muscular arms, loosely circled around you while he presses kisses to the top of your head.
lee is completely and utterly satiated. first with drink, and now, with your pussy. he could die a happy man right here, right now.
"you are so warm… " he mutters against your skin. "you make me feel warm."
"i do? that's sweet of you, baby," you chuckle breathily, "so do you."
he hums. "i love you, y/n," a kiss to your shoulder. "the prettiest flower… that is what you are."
"yeah?"
"in every way, angel."
his words come out clumsy and soft, but you know they're intentional and driven by love. for the time being, there's no words. just the soft ambience of your shared breathing. however, you notice that lee's breaths are starting to match the rhythm of someone seconds away from passing out.
"lee?" you call, gently. "lee...?"
there's no answer. when you guess correctly, you can't help but to smile. he's out cold against you, with the softest of snores puffing onto your skin.
you know what? maybe it is fine to skip your night routine.
just this once.
a/n: drunken fist but instead of him being a safety hazard he just wants to fuck the shit out of you UGH... i've been having this thought for a minute now but i reeeaally didn't wanna come off the wrong way. i hope you guys are seeing my Vision... #surfboard #grindingonthatwood
Would Neji want to do anything for his birthday? Like with his s/o and how would he also celebrate theirs too ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
this took longer than i thought it would, my bad. thanks for the request ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
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➢ neji is one of those kind of people that doesn't feel strongly one way or the other regarding his birthday. he doesn't make a big deal out of it and wouldn't want his friends and his s/o to turn it into such. idealy, neji would enjoy spending time with those he loves. no missions, the rare opportunity to just kick back and relax. quality time is his main love language after all.
➢ he wouldn't care for any flashy gifts. if you want to give him something, he would prefer practical things like specific tools for example. you can say he's something of a minimalist.
➢ but if you know him well enough, then giving him tea he has never tried before (especially herbal blends), or a book that he offhandedly mentioned wanting to read. though he'll thank you like he would anyone else, the small smile that brightens his face says more.
➢ as a jonin, it's no surprise that he'll often be out of the village on long mission. he's quite the busy man, and as a result, there will be times in which he's out on missions during his birthday. if you gave him your gift before or after, it would warm his heart knowing that you thought of him.
➢ at the beginning of your relationship, he didn't exactly know how to accept gifts, especially from his s/o. if you want to spoil neji, you'll have to be insistant. give him a massage, make a homecooked meal for him, give him a meaningful gift—it will have his heart soaring. it's a feeling he won't get used to even years into the relationship.
➢ as for celebrating his s/o's birthday, he takes a simple but meaningful approach to celebrating. if you're someone who enjoys going out, then he would take you take you out out somewhere private, but special. if you're someone who prefers staying at home, then neji wouldn't mind (in fact, i think he'd prefer that).
➢ he would take advantage of this time—especially if he didn't have any missions. i imagine that he would plan a nice candlelit dinner, followed by a bath together. intimate, but private. a time in which he can really show you affection.
➢ birthday sex may or may not happen, it's up to you.
wip (not) wednesday. i have to remember that you can't edit a blank doc and that it's better to write straight bullshit than nothing at all. i am having lots of fun with this idea though
Where have you been these past few days, I wondered, and then I realized you were taking exams. I wish you good luck! All A+, 100/100!!!!
Afterwards, please come back to us girlie and drop us another Rock Lee fic. Can I ask for something? Like when he hasn't seen his girlfriend for 5 days and he can't take it anymore 😋?? I love you and your fic
— threads | rock lee ˎˊ˗
pairing: rock lee x fem!reader
content: established relationship, porn with plot, soft dom!lee, lee is freaked out, descriptions of masturbation, kissing, making out, lee giving hickeys, lee giving praise, dry-humping, pussyjob, cumshots, body worship, lee being a slight tease, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, crying during sex, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie
w/c: 5.7k words
ˎˊ˗ art credit: @virtuno on twitter
five days.
as a successful ninja, lee knew that five days was, objectively, nothing.
there were shinobi who would leave their villages to embark on missions lasting for weeks on end, sometimes spanning into months if it proved to be considerably challenging. on many occasions in the past, lee sustained wounds, cuts, and bruises that took longer than five days to heal. throughout history, there were wars and battles that raged for five years and beyond that, nevermind a mere five days.
with that logic, five days without your presence should have been exceptionally easy to endure.
except, it wasn't. by the first night of his mission, lee could already hear the sound of your voice humming a million melodies in his mind, like an echo chamber driving him into hypnosis. imagining the way you sound would not be enough, and it wouldn't ever be. he won't settle, not until he can have your lips a thread away from his lended ear, whispering all the things he wants to hear.
by the second night, the absence of your warm body next to him in bed made him restless. lee had never really considered himself a particularly needy person, but his tactile fantasies were keen on disproving that notion. all those little touches he took for granted, he needed. in this moment, the ordinary began to feel special. he craved the weight of your hands slipping into his palms. he wanted to feel your legs grazing against his own when you sit next to each other; your head resting against his shoulder; and your playful shoves whenever he said something you found funny. he wanted those simplicities back now more than ever.
and if the second night wasn't already intolerable, the third day of separation became even more so.
lee started to look for you in the mundane.
whether it was a street vendor serving your favourite snack, or seeing a pretty flower that managed to capture your energy in every petal, you would taunt him by showing up everywhere without actually being here. if at any time anybody spoke, he would take an upwards glance, half-expecting you to be the one speaking, even if the odds of it being you were slim. and when nightfall arrived, he would fall into the exact same ritual, except this time, he’d be peeling back the blankets constantly in the hopes of finding you underneath them, laying next to him between the sheets.
the fourth and final night was agonisingly slow, and the most torturous of them all. lee’s thoughts continued to grow more and more dangerous as the night aged. he had a hankering for the more provocative, more sensual touches you lavished him in. he wanted to drink up the taste of your lips, to hold onto the flesh of your figure, and to knead your skin under his fingertips. lee sighs. he both loved and hated how vivid his imagination could be. he loved how warm you made his heart feel, but he could almost hate how you made his blood boil with sickly desire, to the extent of him kicking his blanket off his body. he stares down in the darkness at the soft grey fabric tented over his hard dick, feeling conflicted by equal parts discipline and equal parts self-indulgence. making this wild decision would be easy so late at night. he could quickly pull down his boxers, stroke himself to completion, and sleep it off. it wouldn't matter much. he'd be absolved of his act by the time he wakes up, but what's the point? you're only a day—no—a few hours away, he reminds himself. losing control now, of all times and so soon, would be meaningless. there's nothing he can do other than sleep. he decides to conclude his thoughts for the night before draping the blanket back over himself. lee hopes that when he opens his eyes, morning will be there to greet him instead of a night interrupted by his own sleeplessness.
lee's hopes had worked.
at long last, the morning of the fifth day was finally here.
the mission was accomplished, and it had finished simply without complication. there were no noteworthy threats, or any major causes of concern to be intercepted. while it was undeniably good news, lee couldn't bring himself to properly celebrate that. he didn't care about reports or anything of the sort. you were finally within reach, and it was the only thing he could think about. the true celebration would take place at your doorstep upon reunion, so it was only natural that lee would sprint back to konoha as if you'd disappear if he wasted any time. he was fueled by nothing but raw longing for you, and his heart pounded harder and harder with every step. when he passed through the village gates, it felt like he had tunnel vision. that sprint of his turned to a brisk walk where his surroundings were blurred, with his focus exclusively on the path leading to your house.
when lee rounded the final corner, he froze.
there you were. stood in the hallway with the door wide open, just for him.
you look like something divine to lee right now, with the afternoon sunlight kissing your skin and turning you to gold. he couldn't fathom how within the space of five days, you somehow managed to look even more beautiful than he had recalled. the relief of seeing you whole crashed over him in a wave so intense, that it stole his breath. he only started to breathe again when his eyes met yours. the moment he made eye contact, every ounce of discipline he spent cultivating on that mission shattered.
"hi, lee." you smiled.
the first thread of restraint snapped.
lee crossed the distance between you in a matter of seconds before you could even finish saying his name. his arms wrapped tightly around your body, and the sheer force of his embrace almost knocked you off of your feet. he barely gave you any time to react, and if it weren't for your quick reflexes, you would've tipped over and fallen flat on your back.
"lee!" you speak in-between bouts of laughter. "i'm here, i'm here."
he's not registering a single word you're saying. he's busy burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the memory of your scent like oxygen. for five days, he imagined this moment. five days of wondering, worrying, and wanting you so badly that it made his chest hurt. now that you were finally here, he couldn't bring himself to let go of you. even loosening his grip would be a crime.
"you know, lee," you tease, rubbing his back. "most people say hi back."
his answer came out muffled against your skin. "i am saying hi!"
lee raises his head from the junction between your neck and shoulders, and presses his cheek against yours before speaking gently in your ear. "i missed you," the words feel heavy with the weight of five years as opposed to five days. "i missed you so much, y/n," he repeats, breathlessly. his hands travel to the small of your back, and he presses you flush against him. chest-to-chest, you can feel his heart pounding against his ribs. "i needed you."
"i know, baby," you chuckle softly.
"no," lee swallows at the pet name falling from your lips. he missed that more than he thought. he separates his cheek from yours to look at your face. "you do not understand. it felt longer than five days, y/n."
the intensity of his words invites an atmosphere that feels heavier than before. it compels you to stop your laughter, and instead, enter a light silence. for a moment you both remain still, breathing in each other's air, and standing too close to each other for comfort, but you both wouldn't want it any other way. right now, lee wanted to regain some semblance of control, but it was futile. he's helplessly drawn to you—your touch, your voice, your comfort he missed out on for five days. the truth hit him with startling force, and the truth was that he wanted to ravage you.
lee's gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then back up to your eyes. you noticed. the corner of your mouth curved upwards in response. that was all the permission lee needed from you.
the second thread of restraint snapped.
the space between your faces is sealed the instant lee's lips crash into yours. your hands roam over the back of his neck, with your fingers digging into his nape. the force of the collision is enough to make him spill a whine against your lips. you part them wider, wanting to take more of him into your mouth as he presses harder and harder against you.
lee is not a stranger to the warmth of your mouth, nor is he new to the taste of your tongue as it swirls around his, and yet, the sensation is like nothing he could've ever imagined on those five days away from you. you are beyond imagination, and you always exceed expectation. the sensation spreads underneath his flesh and through his veins, satiating the relentless hunger that had been driving him crazy for the duration of that mission. 120 hours, all released in a single instant. his hands—large and concealed with bandages that cover a story of scars—find the soft plush of your ass with a firmness. a hum rumbles deep in his chest, sending a vibration against your lips as he squeezes the flesh. it's exactly how he dreamt it would be.
you didn't fight the iron grip on your wrists as his roaming hands moved from your ass. the strength of his body pinned you right against the wall, and he silenced all of your breathless whimpers with kiss after bruising kiss. you experimentally tugged your wrists away from him, but you notice that his hold doesn't falter. his hands don't move, not even by an inch.
the sudden resistance prompts lee to loosen his grip and slowly break the kiss, just long enough to breathe against your lips. he pulls back slightly, with his dark eyes wide, scanning your face with his chest heaving.
"please tell me if i am being too forward with you, my flower," he panted. "tell me to stop, and i will. i… i have missed you to the point of madness."
and if you were being completely honest, you loved it when lee was like this. you loved it when he reminded you that he could effortlessly overpower you. it made your pussy throb with want seeing your boyfriend, a man renowned for his extraordinary discipline, coming undone at the mere sight of you. nothing could possibly be 'too forward' if it were him.
"now that you are here," he continues, "i want nothing more than to show you love. i need you." his voice is such a soft thing, tinged with desperation. "i really need you."
hearing his vulnerable confession, and looking up into his puppy-like eyes made your heart feel sore. he could have you in an instant, but still, he insists on remaining at your mercy. you didn't want him to stop though, not now, not ever—you had to let him have you. you decide to press your body closer into his, completely yielding to his strength. when you give your answer, you never once shift your gaze from his.
"i don't want you to stop, lee. just take me."
the third and final thread of restraint snapped.
lee's hands abandon your wrists, and in one fluid motion, he lifts you off your feet as if you weigh nothing to carry. it's like a reflex when you wrap your arms around his neck, and lock your ankles around his waist. his hands find purchase beneath your thighs, and he doesn't waste any time in racing to your bedroom. the movement is swift, sharpened by years of testing the limits of his speed. he kicks the bedroom door open and takes a stride to your bed—still faintly laced with the scent of you exactly as he remembers it. even though his hands are shaking with anticipation, he still lays you down on the mattress with the utmost care, like you're a monument of marble that could crack and break into thousands of fragments.
lee hovers above your laid form, looking down at you with eyes that are committed to storing every part of this moment to his starved memory. your parted lips, slightly swollen from his kisses; the way you flutter your lashes at him with half-lidded eyes; the addictive sound of your soft breaths. he can't resist you any longer.
the world outside the room seems to disappear when he slots his lips in between yours again, more fervent and hungrier than he was earlier. your fingers tangle deep into the thick dark strands of his hair, pulling him closer into you as you match the passion of the kiss. you start to arch your back and buck your hips up against him in the pursuit of more pressure, more contact, the slightest something to ease the throbbing of your cunt. lee presses the weight of his cock—hard and clothed—between your legs, but not before pinning your hips down to prevent you from having your fill. you whine softly in response.
"come on, goddess," he breathes against your neck, kissing the skin there as consolation, "i do not want to deny you either… surely, you can understand." his voice is so gentle, but his actions are less than. he rises, and his bandaged fingers grip onto the waistband of your pants, dragging them down to leave you clad in your underwear. a hum rumbles in his throat when he sees the outline of your labia, soaked and swollen with arousal, through the thin fabric of your panties. "you must have missed me too. isn't that right, y/n?"
"i did, baby," you nod, voice breathy with need. "i'm glad you're here."
"i do not doubt that, my angel."
it's his turn to strip now. he's quick to unfasten his green flak jacket, setting the heavy material aside to reveal his broad chest. your eyes trail downwards, allowing his abs to guide you as they tense and relax with every ragged breath he takes. the outline of his obliques tempt your eyes some more, taking them further south to his adonis' belt. those two lines disappear dangerously low into the waistband of his remaining clothing. you don't have to ask for more. lee is already stepping out of his pants, revealing the bulge thats threatening to escape the confines of his boxers.
"but, i think you doubt just how much i missed you."
lee crawls towards you on the mattress, chasing the gap between your bodies. his warmth is enticing. you're trapped between the stronghold of his arms.
"you were on my mind every second," his breath tickles your skin as he tracks ardent kisses from the chisel of your jawline, down to your collarbones. "you were in my dreams, and now, you are finally in front of me." he rasps, rocking his hard cock against your pussy as if his words barely hold enough conviction. "i really missed you, y/n. really, really missed you."
you feel his hands snake behind your knees, raising your legs and pushing them up as his erection exerts more pressure onto your pussy. your legs rests on his shoulders as he continues. a shiver runs through you when you feel the damp spot of precum seeping through the thin cotton of lee's boxers against you. you're both soaking each other right now, and neither of you can stop the collective outpour of gasps spilling from your lips. the feeling of his hardness rutting against your clothed clit feels heavenly, and all you can do is moan, because you know your boyfriend is far from finished.
the warmth is building up fast. he stops his grinding quickly, just to pull down his boxers and free his cock. you almost want to drool over how it stands on end, how it pulses in the air, and how his flushed tip leaks with desire. he pulls your panties to the side, slipping his hard length in between the lips of your pussy. lee shifts back and forth, allowing you to feel every vein on him as it drags along your clit. you don't know where to look, with your hungry gaze torn between his slick erection as it passes back and forth between your wet core, and his intense face, cast with a light pink flush. lee moans as he meets your eyes.
"you don't know how good you're making me feel, y/n," he whispers.
he kisses at your sternum while bucking his hips against you. the kisses reach the swell of your breasts, and his tongue swipes over one taut nipple before he seals his lips around it. you exhale when he circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, sucking at it with thirst. the suction makes your back arch further against him, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. at that, he decides to pin your wrists up against the mattress to further immobilise you. it makes you moan with need. lee refuses to leave your other breast untouched, and he focuses his attention on it with the exact same passion, with his teeth grazing against it ever so slightly.
you can feel yourself about to cum, and you know that lee is teetering on the edge of his climax too as he struggles to maintain his pace. your body feels unbearably hot, and lee is pressing harder against you like he wants your body to catch flames.
he's overwhelmed at the fact that there's so much of you. those hungry lips of his return to your neck, nipping at the skin there before settling his mouth taut over the expanse of it. he sucks hard against your throat and lingers there indefinitely, nearly consuming you. you can feel his eyelashes brushing over your skin. it adds a new dimension to your indulgence, and you can feel yourself struggling to keep your eyes open against the rapidly approaching waves of pleasure bursting from your core. you're past the point of controlling yourself now, and it's automatic when your orgasm breaks over you, sharp and intense. your legs slips off of his shoulders. your eyes shut tightly. you're clutching on fistfuls of his hair, and every muscle in your body jerks relentlessly, causing the bedsprings let out a creak of protest from beneath you. lee follows up quickly with his own climax as he soaks you with thick, hot spurts of cum that spill on your belly. the suction on your neck stops, and it's instead replaced by lee's warm breath on your skin.
"y/n-" he cuts himself off with a moan against your ear, "do you see what you do to me, my blossom?" he leaves soft pecks along your neck, giving extra to the fresh hickey. lee doesn't intend for it to be teasing, but it feels that way when he slowly rubs his slick-coated cock against your sensitive clit, still pulsating and raw from orgasm. he raises his head to look down at you—more particularly, the love-bite on your neck.
"i can not believe you belong to me," he whispers. "give me a kiss, my love."
the kiss is nothing short of greedy and obscene. you both moan into it, and you can feel the warmth settling deep in your belly once again, despite the fact that lee has just coaxed an orgasm out of you. his tongue slips past yours for a final time before he breaks the kiss.
"perfect," he pecks at your neck, "just like that, y/n. so good." he breathes, beginning a trail of kisses down your chest. each one against your skin feels like heaven as they mark the gentle slope of your belly. the ghost of his breath sets a precedent, warning you before his lips can even land on you. it makes the muscles of your stomach contract with anticipation before each kiss.
"you are truly a beauty," he purrs. "every last part of you." the kisses travel even lower, moving just above the waistband of your panties in an unbroken sequence. lee appears to have predicted your next movements, because his hands have already found the flare of your hips. you sigh with exasperation as you thrust your hips up. all you want to do is move without restraint and ride against his mouth, but he's held you hostage, anchoring your lower body flat against the mattress again.
"please, lee," you sob. "please don't make me wait."
"but you will wait, my angel. just as i have." he fans the flame even further by having the nerve to press a soft kiss to your clit. "you deserve my complete focus. i can't give you my full effort if you rush me. just let me have you, okay?"
you nod, wordlessly.
"i am glad you understand."
lee slides his tongue across your needy pussy, dragging it salaciously in a stripe that stretches from your weeping entrance to your protruding clit. he swallows. you taste like all the things he was so desperately craving in your absence, and its better than anything his mind could have mimicked to fill the you-shaped void he left behind for five days. your essence taste sweet on his tongue, exactly like the feeling of reward after discipline. he makes a vow to himself: he will savour you as to never forget you.
after that one lick, he's insatiable. his mouth engulfs your clit, and you can feel every single nerve being greeted by the slickness of his tongue as it contorts and presses patterns on the very tip of it. lee has only been starved of your proximity, but he slurps and laps away at you as if he has been starved of all sustenance; as if there is no real difference between you, food, and drink. he's not letting you run anywhere. he tugs you by your legs and pushes your cunt further into his face, keeping your thighs elevated against the force of his hands behind your knees.
"fuck, lee," you moan into the air, calling his name like a prayer. "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
he's fighting a losing battle against the sound of your voice. he wantonly moans into you, and the vibrations against your pussy drive you closer to the edge. the room is filled with nothing but your noises at this rate: the noise of your gushing cunt against lee's hungry mouth, the noise of your constant gasps—your moans and your pleas. it's addicting to lee.
he can feel your second orgasm coming to take you by storm. your head throws itself back, your thighs are start to shudder, and your body is beginning to relentlessly writhe with every ruthless flick of his tongue against your sore clit. still, he does not move from the paradise between your thighs. he doesn't care, and he'll continue to have his fill of you until he's satisfied. there is no drop of your slowly trickling essence that goes to waste as his mouth catches it with every hard pulse of your pussy. it's akin to finishing the meal of a lifetime that leaves you licking at a near-empty plate. that unyielding tongue continues to take you through each wave of orgasmic shock until tears fall out of your eyes.
every single nerve is jumping. your heart feels like it's in between your legs, and you aren't sure how long you can stay strong for. unlike you, lee remains adamant and sure of himself. he refuses to let you come down from this high. he starts to curl two fingers inside of you, reaching for that particularly sensitive spot that lies deep in your pussy.
"lee!" you cry out his name. it does nothing to grab his attention.
you're oversensitive, past your limit, and he's still fucking into you with his fingers—still sucking away at you mercilessly. your cries are deafening. they get more and more broken as his fingertips tap that place inside you, over, and over, and over. if he couldn't feel it rising inside of you before, he can feel it rising inside of you now. he's circling his tongue around you determinedly, pressing against that spot, and-
warmth.
the moan you let out is sinful. your body gives out before it locks up a final time, and suddenly, lee's face is covered in a warm gush of you, coating his mouth, dripping from his chin and down onto the mattress. he slows down the pace of his tongue, alongside the pace of his fingers as you clench around him. your boyfriend just made you squirt.
when lee finally pulls his head away, he's looking up at you in awe. you're crying softly, chest heaving, and with eyes shut as tears streak your face. for a moment, he panics, absorbed in the fear that he pushed you too far.
"y/n," lee whispers, crawling towards your face. "are you alright, angel?" his thumbs brush away at your tears.
he reaches for your hands and locks his fingers between yours. when you squeeze his hands, he doesn't even feel the slightest bit reassured. he wouldn't forgive himself if he hurt you.
"please. talk to me, angel." he whispers.
there's a drawn silence, split only by heavy breathing.
"oh my god," you finally manage. your eyes open slowly, cast with a lustful shadow as you blink at him. "that was fucking insane, lee."
the worry lee felt gets washed away with your words. you can taste yourself on his lips as he goes in to give you a kiss.
"it was?" he asks.
"it was." you confirm.
"that makes me feel relieved." he cages you with his body. "there is nothing better than the taste of you. but there is nothing worse than your tears if i am hurting you. i love you, y/n." he whispers against your lips.
"i love you too, lee." your breath exchanges with his.
"i love you so much, and it isn't even close, y/n."
lee has been hard ever since he walked through your door, dying to feel his length burrowed inside you. he can't put the last five days behind him either. he taps the tip of his dick against your still-sensitive clit, wanting a sign from you. a sign that says you'll be merciful enough to accept him in your pussy.
"do you want me? as badly as i want you, sweetness?"
"oh, fuck, lee," you whimper. "yes…"
that's all he needs.
with two orgasms under your belt, lee slides into you with minimal effort. the groan he lets out feels like an expulsion of everything he had buried when he was away. every single ridge of your warm pussy around his cock feels like salvation; like a personal apology from you to him for your absence. before long, his balls are pressed against the cleft of your ass, and he's fully bottomed out against you. every vein, every inch, and every minute pulse as he probes inside you makes you feel complete. you're happy to have him back where he belongs.
his forehead is connected to yours, cemented by the thin sheen of sweat that coats both of your bodies. you remain like that for a few seconds, held captive in each other's gaze. lee starts to move now, beginning with a long, deep stroke from tip to hilt. when his hips slam into yours, the filthiest moan comes out of him.
now that he's finally fucking you, there is nothing you can do to stop him. how many times did he think about this moment on his mission? he couldn't tell you. he doesn't want to be reminded of control or discipline—not when he's pushing himself inside you, hard and fast. your breathless calls and pleas encourage him to fuck his hips deeper into you, with each thrust being more ardent than the last.
his strong hands find the back of your thighs and pushes them upwards, leaving your feet suspended in the air. the position he's folded you in makes you cry out obscenely, and lee knows that from there, he's found the tender spot that drives you wild.
his cock curves in just the right way from this angle. he pounds right into it, over and over without fail until your eyes are fluttering shut; until your teeth are sinking into the flesh of your lower lip; and until your toes are curling with pleasure. it feels like the bed frame is going to fall apart at this rate. his tanned skin is glistening with sweat now, with beadlets flowing down his abs. his hair is dishevelled. you are soaked.
"oh, f-fuck," your words are broken by gasps, "lee, please! don't stop!"
"i would never want to!" air cushions his words as he speaks. "if-if i could, i would stay inside you for a lifetime." he plants a messy kiss on your lips.
when the kiss ends, you slip a hand downwards between your legs and rub away at your clit.
lee may be distracted by your pretty face, and occupied by your warm tightness, but there's no way he's letting that slide. he catches on almost immediately, severing his eye contact to look down at your fingers rolling around your clit.
“stop,” he said huskily. "i am here. do not do that."
he seizes your free hand and pins it right above your head. he does the same for the other, holding your wrists flat with one hand as his thumb rubs firm circles around your clit on your behalf.
once again, you can feel tears of pleasure brimming at the corner of your eyes. you are absolutely sore with blinding pleasure. you're moaning desperately now, with your words growing more and more incoherent for every snap of his hips.
"i wish you could look at yourself, blossom," he praises. "you are taking me so well."
"every," slap! "last," slap! "inch." slap!
lee is moving at a speed you can barely process. your pleasure is growing exponentially, to the point where it's getting impossible to verbalise. it's coming now: that familiar sensation brewing in the depths of your womb, like a compressed spring about to free itself.
"lee," you rasp, "lee, lee, lee, i'm—hah—so close, i can't, i can't-"
"you can, y/n," he breathes, "you can keep taking it. come on, you feel so—ngh!—good around me. "
your face is wet with tears now. lee's forehead presses harder against yours as he tastes the salt on his lips, kissing the droplets as they fall.
you don't care who hears you anymore. you're shaking as much as lee's grip allows; gasping, and crying out his name as your orgasm tears through you with ferocity. your pussy is strangling his dick, gripping him like you don't want him to escape your cunt. lee gasps for every time you clench rhythmically around his length, but still, he fucks you through your high with the same vigour, and he still presses shapes into your clit as if you really need more. it's the best kind of torture. it really couldn't get any better than this.
his grip on your wrists are getting tighter, to the point of leaving bruises. his lips stay parted. he can barely keep his eyes open as he splits you open. he's getting close.
"y/n," his voice is strained-. "wh-where do you want me to fi-"
"-inside!" you answer immediately. "fuck! please, lee, i need you to cum inside of me!"
he'll give you anything you want.
lee drags his cock all the way back, and slams into your pussy for a final time before his thighs lock, leaving him reduced to a panting, moaning mess on top of you. you swear you can feel his cock jump inside of you. you can feel every throb as he paints your womb white with spurts of hot cum. even though he's plugging your insides with his length, his seed spills out of your entrance, trickling down your ass and pooling onto the mattress. he stays like that for a few moments, wrapped in post-coital bliss as his grip on your wrists finally loosens.
"i love you, y/n." his voice is soft.
"i know, baby," you murmur. "i love you too."
"you did well, and i am so proud." his fingers intertwine with yours as he peppers soft kisses on your cheeks. "i was a bit harsh though, wasn't i?" he remarks, sheepishly. he looks down at the hickeys on your neck, up at the minor bruises on your wrists, and down at the ones blooming on your hips where he had pinned you down earlier before meeting your eyes again. you catch him blushing faintly.
a soft chuckle escapes your breath. "you didn't hurt me. you could never hurt me, lee."
"i am pleased!" he smiles, revealing dimples.
"but you were harsh."
"yes… i was..." his eyes dart around, desperate to escape the weight of your gaze. it's almost as if he didn't fold you and fuck the life out of you.
"and all because you didn't see me for five days?"
"it is only natural, y/n! i think about you all the time. not being able to have you was terrible for me." he gets over his bashfulness quickly, looking down at you with rounded eyes.
adorable, you think. how such a small span of time can have such a big impact on a person. it makes your heart flutter.
"well, i'm not going anywhere, baby," you reassure. "i'm going to be right here, lee."
it's already over. you can feel his cock twitch inside of you again.
"i know, my flower," he kisses the corner of your lips. "you are going to be here all night."
I wanna make a request! But I hate bothering people I get so scared🥲 so I was wondering if you are accepting requests at this time and if any requests or anons sending requests are a sort of bother to you? I hope you aren’t too busy and are able to respond :)
hey anon, you're not bothering me i promise !! requests are open and anonymous asks are totally fine with me. feel free to send a request. i love when people send me asks lol 🩵
(though disclaimer that requests might take a while since my midterm exams are coming up and i'm busy studying. but i'll be sure to work on them !!)
"if we were two sunflowers i would have faced you—instead of the sun."
🎧— been through by brandyn brunette // close as strangers by 5sos // i've been thinking about you by mariah carey // there you are by zayn // you found me by the fray
-> here's hotaru's profile for those who're interested in her + here's the ship chart too (still a wip)
your resident music lover that does not play about neji hyuga. future neuroscientist in the making. probably not cis but i got uni so idrc about that rn. absolute slut for anything vanilla. massive oc/si x canon enjoyer. lover of yumeshipping. in audhd hell (someone pls give me meds pls pls pls).
animanga -> noragami, naruto, bleach, jjk, gintama, nana, fruit's basket, hxh, tgswiiwagaa, gachiakuta, one piece, kaguya sama love is war, beyblade, etc. . .
shows/movies -> tmnt (03/12), atla, studio ghibli films (the wind rises !!!), requiem for a dream, american psycho, pride and prejudice, we need to talk about kevin, etc . . .
games -> sonic the hedgehog, halo, mystic messenger, pokemon, wizard101, final fantasy, megaman, bioshock etc . . .
music -> megan thee stallion, kendrick lamar, joe public, mariah carey, beyonce, victoria monet, monaleo, the weeknd, one ok rock, the oral cigarettes, linkin park, 5sos, the backstreet boys, the neighborhood, lotta kpop, etc . . .
books -> svsss, mdzs, tgcf, 2ha, abarat, the secret life of addie larue, asoiaf, priory of the orange tree, this is how you lose the time war, gideon the ninth, etc . . .
misc -> follow me on last.fm !! dm me for my twitter <3
Hi! I love your writing so much, can I ask for a Neji x mute!fem Reader request?
I had this fun idea where the reader is mute–either since birth or due to trauma (up to you!), but definitely not quiet in personality. She’s super expressive, chaotic, and an absolute menace, think exaggerated facial expressions, dramatic gestures, and writing savage comebacks on tiny notepads at lightning speed. Basically, she doesn’t need a voice to be loud.
Pair that with Neji, who’s all calm and stoic, and I think it’d make for such a fun dynamic. He acts like she’s annoying at first, but slowly gets drawn in by her energy. Maybe he even starts learning sign language just to keep up with her (or argue with her more efficiently). I’d love some flirty, teasing moments, and a slow-burn romance where Neji slowly melts around her chaotic silence.
No pressure at all if it’s not your thing—but just wanted to put it out there! Thanks for reading!
From The Producers Of Neji/Blind!Reader.
no but fr though this is such a cool idea omg. your brain is so huge anon. decided to do headcanons cause that's all the energy i got for rn. everything under the cut. the ending is a bit rushed cause this got Way Too Long. i'm so sorry this took forever btw, i hope you enioy <3
neji masterlist | requests are open | likes + reblogs are very much appreciated !!
note: this is set during the blank period. neji and reader are both in their 20s.
➢ for this, i decided that the reader will be a civilian. now here me out here, i can totally see neji falling in love with the owner of a tea shop.
➢ as for you, coming from a war-torn village, you were subjected to violence from a very young age. you were trained as a shinobi in order to protect yourself, even though you've expressed many times that you didn't plan on ever becoming a shinobi.
➢ you and your family escape from your village and move to konoha, seeing no future in the place you once called home.
➢ but even though you're in a much better place, those scars followed. besides your family, no one has ever heard a word come out of your mouth since you were a young child. though not entirely intentional. you make up the lack of words with your almost cartoonish facial expressions and sign language. no one can ever say that you don't have a voice.
➢ neji had met you through a mutual friend long before the war, and if he had to describe you with one word, initially, it would be menace. you always had an opinion, even if you purposely disagree with him just to see his face. in addition to this, you just so happen to work at his favorite tea shop in the village.
➢ in his defense, he didn't know that it was a family business. let alone that you're the owner.
➢ there's a very calming atmosphere about the place—and especially after a greuling mission, it's very much welcomed. with the shop painted in soft colors and pretty artwork littering the walls, neji finds himself staying much longer than he intends to everytime.
➢ you make it a point to personally give him his order, no matter how busy it gets. and every single time, his steaming cup of tea is accompanied with a short note. some cute, some embarassing, some a little weird, but they always draw a soft smile from him (which he'll promply deny is there).
"is it true that your eyes are basically like binoculars?"
"if you keep scowling like that, you're gonna make the plants wither. did that guy with the bowlcut challenge you to eat a lemon or something?"
➢ it's a pretty slow day when you decide to sit down at his table with two cups of hot oolong tea on a tray. and it tastes just as good as always. so much so that he didn't even notice the small, opened notebook that's pushed towards him. random doodles and ink blots litter the page. but what caught his attention was the scribbled words on the top corner with your somewhat messy writing.
"thought you could use something sweet. don't act like you're above sweet things, all that geniusness won't mean shit if you don't take care of yourself."
➢ neji doesn't need to turn to the window to see the light red that dusts his cheeks. clearing his throat, he only says that it's okay.
➢ it tasted as good as it always is. perfect temperature, fruity but with undertones of honey mixed in. a delicate kind of sweetness that makes the tension in his shoulders relax a smidge. though he refused to admit it to himself, he couldn't help but be touched at the fact that you remembered his favorite blend of tea without him ever mentioning it.
➢ looking back, perhaps this was when his feelings began to take root.
➢ as for how the relationship starts?
➢ it's during a lull in missions when neji is sitting in a clearing on the outskirts of the village, scroll unrolled out on the grass below. 'introduction to sign language.' the very scroll that your parents used to teach you all those years ago. of all things to do on his rare day off, but over his time of knowing you, he finds that it doesn't take much for you to convince him to do something with you.
➢ initially, neji justified learning it with saying that it may benefit him while on missions. while true, learning sign also makes it easier to talk to you no matter how cheeky you can get, signing different things that fluster him. hands moving in exaggerated cheering motions whenever he made any sort of progress with a grin that puts the very sun to shame.
➢ at one point, you turn it into a game. when you point at random letter, he has to sign it. single letters soon turn into small sentences sent back and forth to eachother.
"my name is [name]."
"my name is neji."
"the grass is green."
"the sky is blue."
"your eyes look like little moons. they're cute."
➢ clearing his throat, neji looks away, suddenly finding the canopies rather interesting. so much has been said about his eyes. of course, the obligatory comments of the strength of his byakugan, how they seem to look right through someone instead of at them. but never has someone describe his eyes like that. much less you. though perhaps that makes sense. you have an uncanny talent of catching him off guard.
➢ tapping his shoulder, he reluctantly turns around to see that same infuriatingly beautiful grin on your face that only makes the blush go down to his neck.
➢ poking his cheek, you point to the small patch of sunflowers. neji always liked sunflowers—they face the sun entirely of their will, have a no nonsense type of sense that beliled the oils they produced and they remind him of his late father.
➢ neji instinctively stiffens as your nimble fingers put one of the flowers on his hair. he's too busy trying to come up with something to say. 'what are you doing? is this another one of your jokes?' but he can't bring himself to remove it. not if it came from you.
"the sunflowers. you always stop to look at them."
➢ he doesn't know what to say about that, but he doesn't deny it. neji's heart hammers in his chest as you inch closer to him—to the point that surely you can hear it.
➢ who leans in first, neither of you know. but it didn't matter, because the moment your lips brush, the thought dissapated. though it only lasted a few seconds, it felt like an eternity. and when it broke, neji's lips still tingled.
➢ swallowing, your fingers shake slightly as you sign something that makes neji smile beside himself.
"if you're free tomorrow, i'd like to take you to the garden at my place. tea's on me."
