nsfw. oral (m), rough, implied dom/sub relationship, neji is mean.
Neji is ashamed of the way he is. Panting, struggling to keep his voice in a low tone, otherwise his groans would be heard from a nice distance, just because you got down on your knees and began to fucking pray—it must be, you seem to be some kind of devote, to say the least—with your mouth around his hardness. The water from the shower keeps falling on his head, meeting your face, and he can think of nothing but two things: the first is, shame on him for being so weak for you.
The second is that he’s going to make you pay for that mouth of yours being such a tease.
You’ve got him saying he’d try really hard to keep his hands away from you today. But, hell, it’s so difficult when you keep being a whore, since the beginning sucking the tip of his cock only, digging your nails onto his skin when he tries to buck his hips. Your tongue is curling in the right amount; your lips drive him crazy. Yet, the thing that makes him want to turn you around, press you against the wall and fuck you dumb is your pretty face.
No one would ever be as beautiful as you are with hot water falling onto your face and body. Neji moves a little further, so the shower doesn’t reach you, to watch your eyes opening as a smirk shows in the corner of your lips. He frowns, annoyed, when you stop to suck him off—if that could be the name of what you were doing—and holds himself from grabbing a fist full of your hair to make you do things properly. Instead, Neji uses his voice only, knowing that it has enough power over you.
You couldn’t ignore his orders, if he decided to do.
“Keep with that teasing shit and you’ll discover how it feels to be overstimulated without coming not even once,” is the only thing he needs to say for you to take your task serious. You raise your eyebrows and widen your eyes, mumbling a “sorry” against his cock. The vibration makes it twitch and he stares at you, impatient.
Now, it’s even harder to keep his mouth shut. But at least is not as shameful as it was before, because you opened your mouth enough to take his entire length—struggling to breath and not to choke, but still—and pressed your lips around it while bobbing your head in a quick pace, forgetting to inhale sometimes. Now, you look desperate, trying to avoid a punishment and it feels fucking well. Neji loves to see your eyes shining, in need of approval, wanting some praise. You’ve always been such a slut for him saying you’re doing well.
You always do, especially when it comes to take his dick.
He brings you back to the water, and you close your eyes, just like Neji wants to. He knows he almost promised to keep his hands away, but he can’t take it anymore. Not when he wants to take the charge of the pace, make you gag roughly as his cock meets your throat. He strokes your full cheek before holding onto your nape, the very roots of your hair between his fingers.
“Don’t mind me,” he says when you slow down. “You’re doing great,” you feel his crotch against your nose, his cock buried into you. You make a desperate sound, choking, trying to breathe again, but he doesn’t care. You said you liked it once; take what you want, then. He pulls out of your mouth, only the very wet tip between your reddish lips. He taps your cheek with his free hand. “Does it feels good?” he asks, but you don’t have the time to answer—he thrusts back into you, a rough move that has your weak, fighting to stay still on your knees. This time, he’s decided to go fast, barely letting you take some air. Your muffled moans mix to his own sounds, the water hitting the floor making it low, and he continues fucking your mouth until he’s close, so damn close to cum in your face.
You wait for it, aware of his signs of close climax, but he stops before you feel it. Helping you to stand up with his fist between your wet locks, Neji waits until you’re trembling on your feet to make you turn around, face to the cold wall. You feel a shiver down your spine when he comes closer to whisper in your ear.
“I remember one of your rules is that you must answer me whenever I ask you something, isn’t it?”