Kakashi would be genuinely enthusiastic the first time you asked him to make it more rough. He adapts seamlessly to your desires, restraining his own instinct to take you how he wants it.
So much so that he found far too much pleasure in it to care for even a second about your nails digging into his back, dragging down toward his waist as your sweet, desperate voice begged him.
“Mhmm, Kakashi…”
He nestled his face into your neck, moving slowly, carefully inside you as your body tightened around his painfully hard dick.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“More, please…Ah!” He tested a harsher thrust that almost made your eyes roll back, your legs locking around him, pulling a groan from his lips.
“More, you say?” He cradled your head against his collarbone as he began driving into you so rough your lungs barely had time to catch a breath between each pound, tears streaking down your cheeks.
Yet, when you noticed after a little trail of blood from the mark you had left on him, Kakashi only lifted an eyebrow at your saddened expression.
“What happened?”
Too shy to voice it, you merely pointed with your eyes. He turned to glance at the mirror, and contrary to your fears, Kakashi’s dick grew hard again.
He chuckled as you hid under the pillow, only your timid, lovely eyes peeking out.
“Don’t worry about it. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if you did some more…”
He loomed over you, his smirk pronounced as he gently lowered the pillow concealing your beautiful body.
🍃 Itachi
Itachi is especially focused on how you feel, never overstepping or pushing your limits—perhaps only when he enjoys edging you until you’re crying from pleasure. But rough? He’d need to be absolutely certain before even considering it.
His breath faltered, whispering against your lips as you reached for more and more of him, desperate to feel him closer.
“Are you sure, [Name]?”
“Mhmm, please, my love—” Your sinful words caught him off guard, especially as your hand pressed against his back, urging him closer. “You never go too rough… But I—I need it, Itachi—”
He couldn’t suppress the low groan that escaped as your plea left your mouth. Lifting his head to gaze at you one more time, his lips captured yours, while his hand pinned yours against the mattress as he began to move—slowly, yet with enough roughness to make you cry out his name. Occasionally, his voice broke through in whispers of reassurance: “My lover take me so well… Mhm… just like that.”
Afterward, as he began covering your body in reverent kisses, murmuring his gratitude in every touch, his head lowered further down, his back exposed to you. You gasped at the scratching marks you saw there.
He raised his head, waiting patiently for you to speak, knowing your talkative side during moments like this was only ever temporary.
“I-Itachi… your back.”
You hid your eyes behind your hands, but he leaned closer, nuzzling into your face and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“It’s a price I gladly pay for you, [Name].”
🍃 Shikamaru
As you bounced up and down on him, Shikamaru’s mouth fell open only to spill praise over you as you do all the work.
“Feel…fuck—so good, babe.”
But your whines wouldn’t stop as you struggled to move faster, desperate to take him deeper. You buried your head into his neck.
“I-I want more…”
His dick twitched inside you at your timid words, his hands sliding over your hips as he pulled you down at the same time his own thrusts rose to meet you, driving even deeper.
“Yeah, want it rougher? Then take it rougher, babe—”
Without pulling out, he shifted you onto your back, his pace suddenly plunging so deep it stole every breath from your lungs. His teeth sank into his own lip so hard he swore blood might spill, just like the sting he felt on his back from your scratches. Yet he stayed silent, unwilling to break the moment when your cries of pleasure were so utterly raw.
When at last both of you finished, he collapsed onto his back on the bed, one eye closed, the other cracking open toward you.
“What did I do to deserve such punishment, huh?”
You turned your head away immediately, guilt flushing through you so strong you couldn’t meet his gaze. Shikamaru noticed at once, and with a sudden pull that made you yelp, he dragged you onto his chest, wrapping you in a loose embrace as he closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
“Shh… it was worth it.”
🍃 Naruto
“I-I want to try it rougher.”
Usually, he was the one making you blush with his raw, unfiltered words. But right now? Naruto found himself stammering, his cheeks instantly flushed.
“Y-you want me—want me to go r-rougher?”
You nodded slowly, noticing how his pupils dilated at the thought of your body struggling to take him. It only took a moment before Naruto was all over you, carrying your body down with him onto the bed, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss. He was already moaning into your sweet mouth, his tongue urgently seeking yours, swirling with hunger.
“Why didn’t you say so, hm?”
You chuckled softly, gazing into his feral eyes.
“I…I just did, Naruto.”
He shook his head dismissively before lowering his mouth over your body until his teeth found the loosened fabric of your bra, tugging it down.
Soon, it was almost a contest—who could moan louder—as his too-hard dick drove into you like his very life depended on it.
“Fuck, baby! You feel so good, so … good. The best—Mhm! I only ever want this — thrust —sweet —thrust —pussy for the rest of my life—”
His dramatic declarations were overwhelming, making your heartbeat race so fast it felt like you might faint. Combined with the force of his thrusts, it made your hands act on their own, dragging across his toned back, leaving scratches that made his eyes widen and his mouth fall open at the sensation.
The moment you realized what you had done, you began to stammer an apology, but he silenced you instantly, kissing you like a starving man as his thrusts grew desperate, teetering on the edge.
“Do it again, baby. Please—I need it!”
🍃 Sasuke
With Sasuke, it wouldn’t take long before you asked for it. You could feel him trying to be gentle, sweet, yet his rough grip betraying him sometimes when you called his name, an undeniable urge to claim you in every possible way. Mentally, he struggled as he moved inside you, barely holding back curses at how well you took him.
When you cupped his cheek, pleading with those sinful, adorable eyes for him to be rougher, it was as if a switch flipped inside him.
“Rougher, hm?”
He flipped you onto your belly, lifting your hips to bend more for him, groaning as he admired the view. He couldn’t resist leaning close, tasting you, teasing your pussy just a little. He parted your folds, licking a string from your needy hole to your swollen clit as your legs trembled.
“Sasuke…”
He raised his head, licking the evidence from his lips, taking himself in hand, mesmerized by how tightly you held him. Your grip was already too much, and he gripped your hips rougher.
“Stop that if you want more.”
You obeyed instantly, yet your body still trembled uncontrollably. When he began again, deeper, rougher, your voice could barely manage anything but his name. He couldn’t contain himself any longer, reaching that point where every thrust, hitting and pressing, pushed him closer to the edge—until he pulled out, flipping you onto your back again.
He needed to see your face as he came; it was mandatory, a look reserved only for him. The shake of his teeth against your neck compelled you to do the same, marking him with your nails along his back, drawing a hiss from him.
“Fuck, [Name]—What are you doing to…me?”
The question meant something else entirely, because in response to your touch, his thrusts became sloppy, almost careless, yet each one made him teeter on the brink, imagining both of you leaving marks on each other.
An impulse of possessiveness surged as he saw his bite on your neck, yet your eyes…were sad? As your fingers traced lightly across his back, he hesitated.
“What are you thinking about?”
You met his gaze shyly.
“Are you upset with me?”
Upset? More like obsessed. Yet, he didn’t say that out loud.
“No. It’s fine.”
Only the faint blush on his cheek betrayed a hint of the truth.
🍃 Obito
Obito can barely restrain himself each time he’s inside you—he’s utterly obsessed with your pussy. Especially eating her. He’d gladly stay between your thighs the whole day if only you allowed him. But being inside you? Ah, he could lose himself in you anytime you desired, always at your disposal.
“Mhm, my baby likes it? Tell me how much you like it, [Name].”
“Obito, deeper! I want you deeper—”
You hadn’t even finished your sentence before Obito began driving into you harder, moaning against your lips as your body stretched further around his dick.
“Yeah? You want me deep inside you? To feel me here?” He guided your hand above your waist, and your eyes widened when you realized just how deep he was, almost sending you over the edge with that feeling alone. Instead, your nails dug into his back hard enough to make him hiss, but he only thrust deeper.
“Fuck, baby—Yes, let it out on me. All of it.”
When you buried your face against his chest after both of you came undone in an explosive rush, Obito tried to coax your flustered expression to meet his gaze, but you only whispered shyly, ashamed.
“I’m so sorry, baby… I hurt you…”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple and pulling you over him as he rolled onto his back.
“I love it, [Name]. I love seeing you lose yourself for me like that.”
You blinked twice at his smiling face before resting your head against his chest, blushing.
“You’re insane…”
🍃 Neji
Between you and Neji, there was always an unspoken battle of silence—both of you too introverted by nature, making it hard not to say something when the quiet felt heavy. Yet the gentleness he carried each time he had you was so overwhelming that you couldn’t help but plead, staring at him as he hovered above you, moving in and out of you so slowly, so sweetly, his hand clasped with yours beside your head.
“N-Neji?”
He glanced down at your lips, then at your eyes, faltering in his movements as though afraid of doing something wrong. He only murmured a soft, “Hm?”
“C-can you do it… rougher?”
He froze inside you at that, eyes widening as he felt himself twitch, the urge to move nearly undoing him. He held back just enough, then did exactly as you asked—his pace quickening, driving deeper.
At some point, you were stunned by him, as though he was punishing your pussy, his mouth falling open, struggling to contain his sounds as the entire bed shook.
“[Name]!”
You barely stopped your nails from digging into his back, but the damage was already done.
Still, he wasn’t angry; he too felt himself losing control. When he pulled you into his arms at the end, his voice was anxious as he whispered.
“Did I do something wrong? Was I too rough?”
You looked at him, nearly on the verge of tears.
“No! It’s my fault, I’m sorry—you felt so good that I didn’t think—“
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you.”
He stroked your head as you rested it against his chest, your panic dissolving in the calm of his voice.
he feels really bad about it and tries everything he can not to do it.
he’s been around a lot of perverted guys before—especially master jiraiya. naruto doesn’t want to become like that.
but you don’t make it easy for him. Your always sweaty and out of breath when you train with him and it drives him crazy. you’re one of very few people that treat him like a human in the village. and your beautiful and give him attention…
it’s not very difficult to swoon naruto lmao
after getting older he realized how perverted his mind has gotten. when he gets hard around you he’ll panic and excuse himself. at first he tried to do things to get his mind off of it, like clean or train or even take a cold ass shower. but he can’t take it anymore.
most of his night are dreaming of you training, smiling, looking at him—damn probably even breathing— with his hands down his pants….if you ever found out about this he would die on the spot
sasuke
sasuke always rolls his eyes when he’s hanging out with the guys and they talk about sex related things. “I’m not interested it that.” he would always say. and if anyone ever dared to ask him if he touches himself, he would respond with a simple, “I’ve never done that before. and i don’t ever plan too.”
but that was such a lie.
every night Sasuke’s brain would bring itself back to you. Your innocent looking eyes, your lip gloss, your legs….everything.
and he really hated jerking off, it made him feel very pathetic. but at the end of the day, Sasuke is just a man. so he can’t help but lower his pants just enough to pull his dick out and touch himself.
he doesn’t make any noise, he refuses to.
he can’t help but get so horny around you. and sometimes it gets so bad his sharingan flares. you always wonder why he runs away from you while covering his face.
shikamaru
to be honest you don’t even think he likes you as a person.
he’s always rolling his eyes or calling you trouble some. always claiming it’s ’such a drag’ when he has to hang out with you.
but secretly he’s thinking about all the positions he wants to put your body in while he drills his cock into you-
he’s good at hiding it, but he will get extra defensive if someone accuses him of staring at you for too long (even though he was)
it doesn’t happen every night since he’s a very busy man. it’s mostly in the morning though. he wakes up with the worst morning wood ever and has memories of his wet dream with you in it. every now and then he’ll let himself indulge and jerk off in the shower. but most of the time, he sucks it up and waits for it to go away
you drive him crazy, he really does think you’ll be the death of him.
choji
honestly know one would ever guess all of the dirty things he thinks of about you
i hc that choji is secretly super perverted, but it always makes him feel so nasty
it doesn’t help when your always giving him the pretty smile, or sneaking up behind him to give him a hug
you think your being friendly and silly, or maybell this is also your way of flirting. but if only you knew his thought process during all of this.
you both often go out to lunch together. and while this is a completely mundane thing to do, it drives him crazy. watching your lips wrap around your chopsticks is giving him a raging boner.
and don’t even get me started if some of your soup drips off of your lips.
he has to excuse himself to the bathroom a lot when you hang out….he would die on the spot if you ever noticed the tent in his pants
kiba
kiba likes to flirt with you a lot. he’s so mean about it to. always teasing you or pushing you around or lifting up your skirt when you least expect it.
but if you ever, and i mean EVER, found out about his dirty little secret….he would leave the village and never show his face again.
Kiba has a raging scent kink. So expect your panties to magically disappear from your laundry a lot. If you ever bring this up to him he’ll get all defensive and mad that you would even accuse him of this.
but the second he’s able to smell your arousal when he’s around, your done for.
he’d be teasing you like crazy, always poking fun and asking why your so wet.
eventually you’d probably find him in your room, stroking himself with your panties on his face. this could go one of two ways.
1. he smirks and keeps going, wanting you to watch with that cute dumbfounded look on your face.
or
2. you tease him and he sits there all embarrassed and pathetic (and he’d probably cum untouched if you degraded him)
shino
shino’s never thought about this kind of stuff before….well that was until he met you.
you’ve been friends, he liked that you would talk to him and wouldn’t forget about him. he also liked that you didn’t find him off putting like most people did.
but as he got older….he got more curious and his eyes would wander. he’d find himself staring at your body from behind his dark glasses. even though he kind of stopped wearing them as an adult, he still wore them around you.
he definitely felt perverted, but unlike the rest of the guys, he didn’t feel that gross about it. because he knew you felt the same way too.
he could read your body language and feel the heat radiating from between your legs.
Shino didn’t jerk off a lot, it was probably once in a blue moon. but when he did, his thoughts were on how he would make you sob and scream his name. no one would ever guess it, but shino was a very dominate and possessive man.
if you ever asked him about his sex life. he would bluntly say “i jerk off while thinking of you.” he has no shame….
neji
gahh he’s so embarrassed about it.
neji, the genius who almost never worries and has passed every training exercise with an A+, becomes mush when he’s around you.
he’s always red in the face and stuttering when he has to talk to you. and trust he does everything in his power to avoid any interaction with you.
but you both always find yourself bumping into each other. and your just so sweet, apologizing in that sweet voice before continuing your path, leaving him dumbfounded….and very hard.
like shikamaru, neji almost never lets himself indulge. But sometimes he can’t help it. sometimes he gets so hard it starts to hurt.
he’ll feel so horrible afterwards, and it only makes him even more awkward around you.
lee
he feels so bad :(
i hc that lee gets turned on super easily, honestly by anything you do. and because of his stamina and high sex drive, he jerks off multiple times a day to the thought of you.
he always says “i won’t think of her this time…” but he always does. when he’s in that horny headspace and close to orgasm, he can’t help but whine your name and think of your pretty lips wrapped around his-
but trust that post nut clarity gets him so upset. he feels so disgusted in himself. he often gets your gifts and flowers. you think it’s just because he’s being nice, but it’s actually an indirect apology for cumming to the thought of you…
and if you touch him, he’s a goner. a simple brush of your hand against his leg gives him an instant boner. he refuses to train with you, claiming it’s because he would never want to hurt you. but it’s really because it would get him so hot and bothered.
eventually he won’t be able to handle the guilt and he’ll confess his sins to you in tears. little does he know you also touch yourself to the thought of him….
gaara
he feels very perverted and gross for doing it…but it still doesn’t stop him.
he always tells himself “this is the last time,” but it never is.
he can’t help it though, not when your so pretty and always pout your glossy lips at him. not when your hand softly lingers on his knee a little too long when your trying to comfort him. not when you wear your new mission gear and twirl around to show him.
gaara isn’t used to attention at all—especially not positive female attention.
it’s so easy for him to just pop a boner around you. it used to be simple for him to get rid of it; the usual ‘count to 30’ trick would make it go away. but it’s not simple anymore. his brain gets so sick a perverted around you and all he wants to do it cover your mouth and take you right over his desk.
but he knows that’s not okay, and he knows (well he thinks) that you not into him like that. so his own hand will do for now.
kankuro
i have mixed feelings about this one….this could go two ways
1. he has no shame at all. hell he’d probably tell you about it. if you ever had to share a room or tent during a mission he’d do it and pretend that he ‘thought you were sleeping.’
he’d make sure to moan your name while jerking off too. and he knows the effect it has on you. if you ever confront him about this he would just smirk and say something like “what, you didn’t like it?”
2. he’s so so ashamed about it and can’t look you in the eyes for days afterwards.
he’s usually so confident and snarky around you, and then one day it just changes. he’s always flustered around you, he stutters and sweats like crazy. and he avoids you like the plague. if you ask him why he’s doing this he’ll just tell you to shut up. but it’s actually because he got himself off while thinking about you…
sorry for disappearing for so long! i just started classes and life has been so busy. i also went to my first anime con! 💋 i hope yall enjoyed! i try to get more stuff out soon!
I want to share my opinion, of which I think is realistic. No shade, but I think some people who write these types of hcs might not be very experienced. No shade because that is like totally cool. I’m also not calling any one person out, I’ve seen a lot of these across fandoms and think the same thing every time.
BE WARNED: this is NSFW content!
Characters included: Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Neji, Rock Lee, Shikamaru, Choji, Shino, Kiba, Gaara, Kankuro, Kakashi, Itachi.
Naruto Uzumaki
He thinks he’s small, but he’s not.
We’re looking at an average size. He’s probably got 5 inches, maybe a little more. No less than that, but no more than 6 inches.
Probably about average girth too. Almost, but not quite 5 inches around.
Sasuke Uchiha
I don’t like him enough to have ever given it much thought, but I’d out a guess of about 6 inches. I don’t think he’s anything too special. I doubt he’d be packing an absolute monster.
And girth wise, it’s skinny. A little below average.
Sai Yamanaka
6.5 inches. And skinny.
I haven’t much more to say. I haven’t given it thought. But unlike Sasuke, it’s not out of spite. I like Sai. I feel like he’d have some inches on him.
Neji Hyuga
He’s canonically hung. We’re talking 7.5+ inches, maybe a little more.
Based off their reactions in the bath scene, he’s a shower. Even soft he’s got a monster between his legs.
Girth is average though.
It’s somehow just as pretty as he is. It’s pale with faint dark blue veins and a flushed pink tip.
Rock Lee
I’m so sorry to my Lee fans. I still love him. But I have to say it. It’s kinda small.
No, he’s not tucking it for that green jumpsuit. He doesn’t have a print for a reason.
We’re talking 3 something soft, just barely 4 inches hard.
Average girth.
I know everybody always says “big dick energy” “small dick energy” has characteristics that should put him in the big dick category. But I’m sorry life isn’t that fair. That’s not how dick size works💔
Shikamaru Nara
7 inches.
The type to never really brag, make you guess, then nonchalantly pull out a big dick.
I don’t know about girth. I can’t decide if it’s average or above average.
Choji Akimichi
Average size around 5 inches, but very girthy.
Oh and it has a big mushroom head. I’m sure of this.
Also I know I haven’t mentioned balls yet, but I’m getting the vibes that his are bigger than average.
Shino Aburame
AGAIN, canonically hung!! I feel like he’s bigger than Neji though. And he’s definitely a shower.
He’s VERY big. Nearly 9 inches, but maybe not quite.
Average girth, luckily.
It’s got a prominent upward curve. One prominent vein, rest are faint.
Kiba Inuzuka
This is one where I say the “dick energy” shit is a good measure. He doesn’t have super small energy, but it’s not giving hung energy.
4.5 inches, but definitely girthy.
He has fairly big balls though. I once saw somebody say he has breeder balls. Probably.
Probably has an angry red tip.
Sabaku no Gaara
6.3 inches. Very specific, but the number came to me. Average girth.
Pretty dick too. Not much of a curve and a pink tip. Not very prominent veins.
Sabaku no Kankuro
6 inches. Very girthy.
It’s definitely a bit darker and has a more purple flush than the rest of his body. Prominent veins.
Mushroom tip.
Kakashi Hatake
8 inches. Average girth.
It’s not really darker than the rest of his body, but it’s usually a bit lighter, but when hard it has a purple hue.
But he definitely is very awkward and doesn’t really know what to do with it in practice, despite his books he reads. (Tho he’d get the hang of it quickly)
Itachi Uchiha
Definitely another with a pretty dick.
7 inches. Skinny on the girth side.
Faintly pink tip.
Slight curve upward and just barely to the left.
I needed to get this information out there. Thanks for reading it!
Hi I was wondering if you also do other Naruto characters too, if you do can you please make a Neji x reader one shot where they're in a secret relationship reader and Neji are obviously from different clans and they're in an arranged marriage proposal with others and they don't know who they're suitors are
I miss Neji sm 😭
love the lee x reader fic btw 💕
━ caged bird, sacrificial lamb | neji hyuga
pairing: neji hyuga x fem!reader
⋆ . ࿔ ˚ when the pressure to fulfil your born purpose grows stronger, you're torn between two realms: an honest existence, where you choose love. and a respectable existence, where you choose duty.
wc: 6k words
content: one-shot, loosely canon-compliant, neji lives, angst, mentions of family conflict, mentions of arranged marriage, secret relationship, forbidden love, only one bed trope, descriptions of kissing, tongue-kissing, oral (f. receiving), p in v, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, sex outside (but not public), crying during sex, creampie, crying after sex
konohagakure, despite being the largest of all the hidden villages, was small enough for the sound of your family name to send ripples cascading down the spines of every shinobi who resided here.
the clearing collateral damage of the warring states period, and the creation of the hidden leaf was a beacon of promise that guided your ancestors to ingrain themselves within the fabric of its history. your forefathers, once vehement warriors, abandoned their violence once and for all to exchange it for status.
blades raised with the intention to kill became firm handshakes that birthed clan alliances.
the spilling of blood became the pouring of luxurious wines.
and cumbersome, blood-stained armour became bespoke clothing, woven with fine silks and embroidered with the most intricate of patterns.
your parents, the leader and matriarch of the (l/n) clan, could easily pass as architects. they mapped out your existence, and constructed it carefully to ensure you would align with the reputation that preceded you.
your efficacy in combat. your savoir faire. the cadence of your voice: you were built to be the picture of civility, befitting of the eventual heir to a strong legacy. you recognised your privilege, and you were grateful for the luxury of being brought up this way. however, your feelings of resentment were greater than any feelings of gratitude you could garner.
you hated that your upbringing was never truly for your own good, but rather, for the good of whoever's hands you were going to get tossed into. your family cared more about preserving the clan image than you, and you hated it.
you hated that you felt like a mere mass of consciousness, sealed inside of a doll to be played with by others. you were trapped in your own body, and you were forced to watch as your own blood negotiated with your suitor's family.
during visits, your suitor would look at you with soft eyes. they would have the nerve to smile at you. their kindness felt like salt being rubbed into an open wound. anyone would've liked them, but you simply didn't—you couldn't. further insult gets added to your injury when you hear everyone in the room talk about you as if you were breathing currency; like a prized possession.
you were a sacrificial lamb being offered to somebody you did not know, nor care about. it fanned the flames of hatred that burned in your heart to the point of rebellion.
it's a rebellion that's futile, but you indulge in the freedom it gives you regardless. you're willing to pay in punishment, because it's probably the last time you will be able to rebel. you don't care for a moment if it's all illusory and fleeting. the sun will set, and you will sneak out to see neji in the isolated forest you've been meeting up at for the past few years, like you always have.
it began when the two of you were paired together by lady tsunade—assigned to a long-term mission outside the village on the basis that you were both high-performing students with similar backgrounds. your clan were famed for their taijutsu, and so was his. you'd score near-perfectly in exams, and so would he. you accelerated up the ranks quicker than your genin peers, and you were spending less time with your three-man squad. just like you, neji was prodigious.
there was an air of gravitas surrounding your clan that neji acknowledged, because it reminded him of his own. so when you walked into the hokage’s office with blunt-cut short hair, he frowned. what others saw as a superficial aesthetic change, neji recognised as a reminder of shame and disgrace; a punitive style. he had seen the same thing happen to hinata in childhood, when it was decided that she was much too timid, and much too weak to be the heiress to the hyuga clan’s head branch. he wonders what shame hangs over your head. he wonders if you too, have been forsaken by fate.
he wants to make things easy for you.
he knows you're more than capable as a fighter, but he still feels compelled to look out for you more than you need him to.
he carries you on his back when you complain blankly about a minor ache in your legs. he dresses your wounds, even though you could've done it yourself. he never moves when you rest your head against his shoulder.
why?
because it feels good to serve on his own terms, and not because of fate.
a month and a few days have passed. nightfall has arrived, accompanied by floating lanterns in the sky, and fireflies lighting up the path you're both on. once again, you find yourself being carried on neji’s back, with your arms draped loosely over his shoulders, and with eyes shut against him.
“neji?” you call out softly.
“yes, y/n?” his voice is equally soft.
“thank you.”
neji pauses briefly. “your gratitude is unnecessary, y/n. there’s no need to thank me.” he says, flatly.
his tone makes you roll your eyes.
“and don't roll your eyes at me,” neji continues his admonishment. “i have a feeling you did that.”
“why shouldn't i?”
“because you know very well that it’s rude to.”
“i’m aware, genius,” you tease, caustically. “i meant to ask why i shouldn't thank you, not why i shouldn't roll my eyes at you, neji.”
“because, y/n,” he bites back. “it’s standard for shinobi to protect their teammates. i should be doing this for you regardless.”
“sure, but my legs aren't even hurting right now. i could walk on my own.”
“so then, would you prefer to walk, y/n?”
in that moment, you realise that it's not about whether or not you want to walk. it’s about whether or not you want to let go of neji, and you don't want to. so you wrap your arms around his neck with more intention, resting your cheek against his head. his hair feels soft against your face.
“i don't want to walk…”
a rapid exhale escapes neji's nostrils. the ghost of a smile forms on his face, away from your vision.
“fine. you don't have to walk, then.”
eventually, neji’s footsteps stop when you both reach the inn you’ve been staying at since the mission’s start. the doors open to reveal the innkeeper’s seat, which is now vacant. you're glad she isn’t here right now, because if she were, she wouldn't shut up about how close you two were. neji loosens the grip on your thighs, a cue for you to dismount from his back, and walk back gingerly to your shared bedroom.
the bedroom is dark, with the only sources of light being the moon and lanterns outside working in tandem. you’re sat on the edge of the bed, putting your hair in a silk bonnet. at last, you can finally slip out of your heavier shinobi wear, and into your night clothes. it’s a silken dress that flares gently at your bust and stops just below your knees. your clan insignia is a delicate pattern, faintly printed across the dress.
at times, neji would steal glances at the dress against your skin, and memorise the detailing woven into the fabric before falling asleep on the floor. you didn't like the fact that he chose to sleep there, and you had protested against it on the first night. neji, however, insisted that you have the singular bed all to yourself. his obstinacy was stronger than your objections, so you just let it go, and routine was set, never to be spoken of again.
routine was deviated from on this night, though.
you felt the mattress dip from behind you, paired with the shifting sounds of the bed creaking. it isn't long before you can feel the warmth of neji’s body radiating onto your back. it coaxes you to turn around, and settle on your other side. now, you're face-to-face with him. in a rare moment where his headband is removed, you can see the seal emblazoned on his forehead. he's zoned out with half-lidded, milky eyes that don't budge from your face.
exhaustion from the events of the day. sounds of fireworks outside. the wind against the windows. it all leaves you both in a trance-like state, where you find that neither of you care about the fact that you're staring at each other.
“neji?” silence is finally broken.
he says nothing, but the light in his eyes return when you speak.
“why are you so…” you pause, looking for the most appropriate word to define neji's behaviour. “nice to me?”
“what are you talking about?”
“well,” you half-whisper. “i mean, when we share food, you always give me the bigger portion, as if you're not hungry. you always want to patch me up, even if it's a tiny scratch that’ll just heal anyway…”
his eyes dart quickly before meeting yours again.
“...even today, you carried me. i know it's okay to hold me.. but you keep doing it. do you think i’m weak or something? tell me.”
he scoffs. “no. lady tsunade chose you to accompany me for a reason, y/n. that alone is proof of your strength. you’re one of our brightest kunoichi. use your head.”
“okay, okay,” you sigh. “so if you think i’m not weak, why do you do all of that?”
“because i think you’re strong." neji pauses to reconsider his words. “because i think there's something you're trying to be strong about, rather.”
you remain silent.
“do you remember when you were called to lady tsunade’s office before this mission? you had longer hair before that.”
your heart pounds against your ribs. “yeah. i did…”
“you didn't look so good.”
you kick his leg.
“i wasn't calling you ugly, calm down,” neji brushes your leg away. “i mean you had a miserable look on your face. i didn't want to be presumptuous, and i didn't want to overstep by asking you, but clearly, something happened…”
he already has an outline of what it could be: a clan-related problem. he just wants you to confirm it.
“you wanna know?”
“yes, but only if you’re willing to tell me.”
you take a deep breath. your throat feels tight, but your words rise to the surface regardless.
“you're the first person i’m saying this to, okay?”
neji nods slowly, with eyes staring intently into yours.
“i’ve been betrothed to somebody.” your voice trembles. “i’ve met them, and while they do seem lovely, it’s not something i want at all. i don’t want to be something to just… give away.”
the corners of neji’s mouth grow slightly downturned at your revelation.
“and it just hit me—is this what i was raised for? to be some bride that just happens to fight? there's no way that's gonna be my life. so, i told my parents that i didn't want to follow through with the marriage, and they told me i had no place to,” you clear your throat. “and that if i am to be a good wife, i should first learn to not object, and instead, accept fate. to hell with that,” a scoff leaves your mouth. “i know better than to bite the hand that feeds me, but i was so hurt. i couldn't contain my anger. you know how that feels, right?”
neji nods his head slowly. memories of his fight against hinata during the chunin exams return to him in fragments. each one feels like a blister reopening.
“i do.” his voice is quiet.
“i tried to land a hit on my father,” you continue. “he caught my fist, of course. and after that, he cut my hair in front of my entire clan. i guess it was to shame me, and it worked. he did humiliate me.” for a moment, its like you're reliving that situation. your words revitalise the past, and once again, it taunts you in the present.
neji’s suspicions were confirmed. you too, were foresaken by fate.
no, you didn't have a seal that would be released at death, but still, you were imprisoned by your circumstances, just like him. neji himself knew that eventually, he’d have to preserve the legacy of the hyuga’s branch family, and birth another caged child. he wouldn't know who his suitor would be yet, but the fact remained that it was inevitable and sure to happen, as fate is.
“that wasn't easy to talk about, was it?” his voice is more subdued in approach.
you’re trying to keep yourself together, but the memories from that day flood your mind. the pain of it makes you sit up from your reclined position, with tears flowing down your face.
a weak “sorry” is all you can muster, but you should know by now that neji doesn't care for apology. just as you're about to wipe your tears, neji also sits up to cup your face in his palms. his thumbs brush away your tears as they fall. he doesn't attempt to speed up your weeping with verbal consolation. you have all night to cry, just as he has all night to dry your eyes.
“it's justified. you shouldn't be sorry.”
neji wanted to remain reticent about his life. this was only a mission, and you were only his teammate—no more, no less. but he couldn't remain silent. he saw so much of himself in you. you shouldered a heavy burden against fate and shared it with him, so he decided to lay out his burden in front of you.
“i’ve also been placed in a situation i wish i could escape.”
your tears cease to fall, and his hands detach from your face. it’s your turn to touch his face this time. your fingers delicately trace the seal on his forehead.
“this is a part of it, isn't it?” you ask softly.
“it is.”
“you spoke about it at the chunin exams. i remember.”
he nods. “i wish i could be free, but i know i won’t be. it won't be long before i continue this cycle. like you, i’ll be trapped in marriage, adding onto this cycle…” his tone is laced with bitterness.
your heart aches.
“but,” his tone returns to neutrality. “i think working with you is the freest i’ve ever felt. it could sound selfish, but the reason i do all this for you is because i want to. i somewhat lied to you when i said that it’s because i should be doing it.”
you tilt your head slightly, surprised at his transparency. neji, ever the professional, was finally talking about himself for once.
“the main branch don't thank us for our forced servitude as branch members. but you always thank me for making my own choices. i tell you it doesn't matter, but it does.”
your fingers move from the seal on his forehead. they run through the strands of hair that frame his face.
“you’ve made things bearable. and i see the things you're going through. i think part of me wanted to make it bearable for you too… you don't have to be strong all the time.”
you don't know if this interaction would've still happened if you both weren't tired out of your minds. you're probably never gonna get this level of vulnerability with neji ever again, so you force yourself to stay up. to keep looking into his eyes.
“you don't have to be strong all the time.” his voice echoes in your head.
you've never felt so seen before. you lay back down on your side, with your head against the pillow. he mirrors your position, facing you. some of his hair falls over his shoulder, and you brush it away.
“neither do you,” you whisper. your eyelids feel heavy. “again… thank you.”
“it’s fine, y/n. get some sleep.” neji’s eyes are already shut. you both fall asleep right after that.
years have passed.
war is over.
and neji’s heart continues to blossom after that mission, albeit in quiet ways that go unnoticed by others. in a crowd full of people, his longing eyes will devote themselves to his memory by stealing glances at you from across the room.
he’s a ghost whose hands caress the skin of your thighs under the table when you sit together. he is the perfect stranger in public who leaves messages that are indecipherable to everyone except you.
with bound wings, neji felt as though he could soar in your presence. he found himself believing in the doctrine of fate devoutly: that life is fixed, and the future is set in stone. but he could have never predicted how strongly he’d feel for you. with a distinguished family of his own and expectations that weighed on him, he found solace in you. your life was a mirror of his own. he know your heart as if it were his.
and you both know you're being reckless. you know it's impossible to stop your soon-approaching marriages, and you know that neji will disappear into the arms of another hyuga, instead of retreating into yours.
but still, you never fail to meet him at night in that same spot in the forest, laid down on a blanket of grass away from the watchful gaze of your clans. the trees here were the keepers of your most precious memories and secrets. they shield you as moonlight peeks through its thick branches.
"i missed you, y/n,” neji whispers against your neck. "it’s ridiculous..."
he pulls you onto his lap and inhales your aroma before pressing light kisses along your neck, as if you're made of fine china—like you'll shatter into pieces if he isn't careful. neji loved to embrace you particularly for this reason. your body was a space where he could forget his strength. he could get lost in you, imagining a life where he'd never have to fight again and instead, devote every ounce of his tenderness to you.
your breathy exhales fade into the wind for every kiss he plants. "i know," your faint voice lingers in his ears. "i missed you too, neji..."
so much pain is trapped in so few words. in the past, the ache of separation was tolerable, because you knew that you’d find relief in seeing each other here again. but this time, you're not so certain.
"they came to my house today, you know." you confide, cupping his cheek.
neji raises a brow in interest, his pearl-like eyes scanning yours. the despondency in your eyes is enough evidence for him to piece together what you're talking about.
you didn't want to desecrate this sacred space with talk of the outside world, but you couldn't allow neji to remain ignorant.
he takes a pause that feels like forever. "what happened? what did they say?"
your hand slips off of neji's cheek, and it remains clenched at your side. "my family paid the dowry." you hated having to verbalise that. it felt like you were really speaking it into existence.
"i see." he pauses. "so your fate has been decided."
"neji..." your voice falters.
"there's nothing we can do." a slightly mournful edge slips in between his words.
"we knew that this would happen, though.” your tone lowers. “your clan would never accept me, even though we've built such a legacy for ourselves. i'm no match for a hyuga."
neji takes the clenched fist from your side, and plants a soft kiss on the back of it.
“in spite of that, you're a match for me.” the look in his eyes breaks your heart. “we can’t do anything about the future, y/n. let's do something about the present. while we still have each other.”
you're both like magnets, unable to resist the pull of your faces as they draw closer, and eventually, connect lip-to-lip. in the past, the kisses tasted sweeter. they were a teasing defiance in response to your future. you’d hold back smiles and laughs, thinking you were both above it all. it was thrilling, to put on a show in front of everyone, only to drop the act, and kiss and kiss until your lips grew pleasantly sore in private.
but now, as his tongue wraps around yours, you can only taste a fervency that’s driven by fear. a taste you recognise all too well, because it lives in you too. he's scared that he’ll lose you to the future. he’s scared that this is really going to be the last time.
he knows it will be.
his mouth is still on yours when he leans forwards with a hand on your chest, gently pushing you onto the soft grass. he looms over you, with both forearms planted on either side of your head. when your eyes open, neji is the only thing you can see. it’s unfair how gorgeous he looks, with his hair spilling forwards, and a soft blush adorning his skin. he’s an empty promise, staring right at you.
“will you think of me?” he begins, kissing down your neck. his lips find your collarbones, and stop above the beating of your heart. “when you're at your wedding ceremony?”
“neji…” your hand strokes over the top of his head. “you know i will.”
he wastes little time in unbuttoning your shirt, allowing the breeze to blow against your exposed flesh. he pauses for a moment, admiring the way your skin glows underneath moonlight. he discards the shirt to one side, and promptly resumes his kisses in between your breasts, focusing on your sternum while his large hands massage your supple breasts.
you unclasp your bra to reveal the extent of your hardening nipples to neji, who's already sucking them, and rolling circles with his tongue around the circumference of them. neji is full of you: the sound your soft gasps in his ears. you, in his mouth. you, in the palms of his hands as they roam up and down your torso.
it was always you. it’s just a shame that it can't be.
open-mouthed kisses travel down your belly, before they turn into light pecks at the waistband of your skirt. you can't help the way your core pulses when neji looks up at you through his eyebrows, almost like a puppy, you think.
“would you like me to, y/n?”
you don't need him to complete the sentence in its entirety. you already know what he's looking for.
“yes, please, neji. i want you.” you plead softly. “please...”
without further delay, neji reaches for the hem of your skirt, easing it down your legs. he swallows at the sight of you, clad in just your panties. he can feel himself growing harder than he already was.
when you lift your hips, neji wraps his fingers around your panties and drags them down with your assistance. a string of your essence connects your pussy to the fabric of the underwear, making his face grow warm. he feels the same way too, with the pulse of his cock growing faster under his garments.
he returns to the space in between your legs, experimenting with a ghost-like kiss to your swollen clit.
“here?” he breathes.
you nod, “perfect.”
the kiss earns a gasp from you, but neji has decided that a mere gasp is not enough.
you feel a wet warmth that wraps around the expanse of your clit, taking you in and out with a gentle suction that comes and goes like the ebb and flow of waves on a shore. it’s a sensation that you could never replicate by yourself. your own fingers pale in comparison to neji’s own hunger, as his lips slurp away at your pussy, as if it were a ripe fruit that oozed the sweetest of nectars. he had to have every last drop of you. he had to memorise the way you tasted. he felt as though nothing in this world could take him away from in-between your legs. this would be his first, and his last time consuming you. this meal would have to sustain him for the rest of his life.
it's impossible to articulate how good he's making you feel. he’s easily reduced you to a litany of breathless moans, and desirous requests for more, more, and more. your fingers are embedded within the thick, dark locks of his hair, impossibly tugging him towards a distance that's already been sealed. your toes are curled, and your hips are raised, grinding and crashing against his tongue as it swirls around your clit.
the signs of your impending orgasm begin making themselves evident to neji. that sweet pussy of yours begins to weep more of its juices onto neji’s tongue. he can feel the pulse of it, throbbing intensely against the tip of his tongue in perfect synchrony with your legs buckling in place, and your hips jerking upwards into his mouth. a final whine escapes your lips, and the grip on his hair feels as though you want to dig into his skull.
paradise ends when neji separates his mouth from your core, but it resumes when his eyes meet your own from between your legs, half-lidded and dazed in a haze of pleasure. the gratification he receives from it is bittersweet. neji can live the rest of his life knowing he drove you to such ecstasy, but at the price of never being able to do it again.
“neji,” your voice is like music to his ears. “i need you tonight.”
neji crawls forwards until his head hovers over yours, returning to the same position you were both in earlier where he was above you, with his forearms framing your face. with a singular hand, his knuckles gently traces the contour of your cheek.
“i’m already here, y/n…”
“you are. but i need to have you closer to me...”
you never once sever eye contact with him as your palm cups the erection poking against the fabric of his pants. his breath caves in when you feel over his solid length. he can feel himself crumbling in your hands.
it's uncharacteristic of neji to push past his imposed limitations. you were both intentional in your mutual choice to never search beyond one another's clothes—to respect one another's honour, for the first time was a bridge to be crossed with your spouses. but this situation was dire. things were moving quickly in your arrangement; neji felt it, and you felt it doubly. it’s the perfect justification to claim you before anyone else can.
“how much closer?” his breath is warm against your lips.
“inside of me, neji,” both of your lips are barely touching. “i have to feel you.”
your hands move from his bulge, to the waistband of his pants, where your fingers promptly hook themselves around the material and tug downwards. neji lends a spare hand to help you, simultaneously grabbing the waistband of his boxers and freeing his dick with a swift pull. his length stands on end, tip flushed and glossy with pre-cum as it pulses above your pubic mound.
neji swallows. “we can’t go back after this, y/n.”
“there’s nowhere else i’d want to go.” your hands wrap around the nape of his neck. “it’ll always be you, neji.”
his forehead connects to yours before he speaks again. “and it will always be you.” he grabs his shaft and rubs his dick between the lips of your pussy, catching your dripping slick and coating his length in it. you can’t help but whimper at the friction against your clit.
“are you ready, y/n?” neji whispers in your ear.
you nod wordlessly, parting your legs wider in preparation.
“if you could use your words, y/n,” he positions his tip at your entrance, teasing it ever so slightly. “i would appreciate that.”
“yes,” you oblige. “i’m ready for this, neji.”
“i’m pleased, y/n,” he presses a gentle kiss against your temple. “stop me at any point.”
inch by inch, the length of his dick gradually begins to occupy the space in your eager, willing pussy. the foreign sensation of your walls stretching makes you suck in air through your teeth. the pressure is yet to feel pleasurable, and your eyes brim slightly with tears. without thinking, your fingers start to dig into the flesh of neji’s nape.
“y/n.” neji calls. “you’re doing well,” he whispers in between gentle shushes. “so well, y/n. just keep looking at me, alright?”
you hold his warm gaze while he continues to sink into you, slowly and with care. he kisses at your swollen lips, feather-light, for every ingressive hiss you make, almost as if he were absorbing your pain and sealing it inside of him. it’s unbelievable how big he feels inside of you, despite the fact that he isn’t completely in. before long, you feel him skin-to-skin, completely bottomed out in your pussy. he moans softly at the feeling. every vein and ridge of his cock is completely sheathed in your inviting warmth, leaving no part of you empty. neji remains still for a moment, just long enough for you to acclimatise to the feeling of him inside you. the tears that were once threatening to spill from your eyes appear to have rescinded, and your grip on neji has become something of a more languorous hold.
“there.” neji purrs in your ear. “i told you you were doing well.” you hum in response, running your hands through his hair. “do you want me to move now?”
“yes, neji,” you breathe hungrily against his lips. “please, do something. anything.”
and he would do anything for you. if he can’t free you from the throes of a future without him, then he’ll at least do you the pleasure leaving the memory of him seared in your mind as he makes you come undone.
neji barely pulls out before pushing inside of you again, testing the ways in which your body relinquishes itself to him. you can feel the resistance of your pussy cease as it stretches and molds to the shape of his dick. for every little thrust he takes in and out of you, he trains your muscles to recognise the sensation of pleasure.
“you… you feel,” neji breathes in between thrusts, “so good. i can’t compare it to anything.” you notice how he blinks slower, as if he’s trying to capture your face in his memory for longer. you mirror his actions, and stare into his being with half-lidded eyes.
your breath mingles with his in the air. “tell me,” your foreheads touch, “tell me how it feels, neji.”
neji pulls out further now, setting up a more leisurely rhythm as he pushes into your pussy with more courage—more vigour. “you feel so warm,” he slams himself down against you. “like you’re sucking me in,” and again. “i can’t believe i’m inside of you.” and again. he steals a kiss from your tender lips with a voracious abandon that makes you moan in his mouth. to him, your tongue tastes so sweet with desire, and yet, so bitter with anticipated grief that has yet to actualise.
when the kiss ends, your lips remain agape, allowing a chain of soft moans to slide into neji’s ears. the tip of his dick finds that distinct, spongy spot in your pussy with a precision that makes pleasure accumulate in your lower belly. it makes you arch your back against him, and writhe beneath his body. neji absolutely relishes in the awareness that it is his actions, and his actions alone, that makes you react in such a way.
“n-neji,” you pant, “oh, fuck-” you pull him closer to your body, leaving your breasts flush against his chest. “you’re making me feel so good,” you start to hook your legs around his waist. “so, so good… i-”
“speak to me, y/n.” he softly pleaded.
“i wish it were you,” you rasp. “every single day, i wish it were you.” neji is practically pounding into you now, filling the air with sounds of skin slapping, and obscene wetness. “neji,” your eyes begin to bubble with tears. “i love you,” you whisper. “i love you so much that it hurts.”
“y/n,” he whispers back against your lips. “i’m sorry,” he never takes his yearning eyes off of yours when his thumb finds your protruding clit, rubbing firm circles around it. “i wish i had all the answers to heal your heart,” he thrusts harder. deeper. “i wish things weren’t the way they were,” his breathing grows more ragged, “i never wanted to let go of you. you are so special.”
you moan at the additional stimulation. “oh, i love you,” you both kiss each other light-headed, with teeth clicking and lips crashing carelessly. “i love you, i love you, i love you.” it’s a mantra from the depths of your heart. you could find love in the future, but it would never ever be as immersive, and as true as this.
“i know,” he exhales gently, dragging out the syllables. “i love you too.”
neji begins to lose the rhythm he established and maintained. he can feel his inevitable release approaching, and he chases it with just a few more thrusts. you aren’t that far behind either, with the feeling of sweet static deep in your womb getting more and more difficult to hold in with each slam of his hips.
“y/n,” neji hisses. “i’m close…”
“oh,” you gasp, “me too. fuck, fuck, fuck.” you wrap your legs even tighter around his waist, keeping him locked in place. “please don’t go anywhere…” tears spill from your eyes.
“i won’t.”
with a final groan, neji has buried himself to the hilt of your drooling pussy. your body becomes rigid, and every muscle in your body draws taut as your hole clenches around his throbbing dick.
you’ve soaked his cock with sweet, sticky essence that leaves a ring of cream around the base of his length. at the same time, long ropes of hot cum begin to flood your womb, spewing out with each final twitch of his cock. he continues to move slowly in your heat, until your sore pussy drains him to completion.
neji, still buried inside you, wipes the tears from your eyes. neither of you speak. you simply savour the silence, and allow yourselves to come back to reality after spending what feels like an eternity in sheer bliss. the night air feels like cooling liniment over the blazing heat of your sweat-glazed skin. it feels almost surreal.
both of you stay holding onto each other, as though releasing one another would make dawn arrive faster. moonlight catches onto the dark strands of neji’s hair.
“do you remember the first time we came here?” you gently break the silence.
“i do,” he whispers. “you tripped over a tree root.”
your eyes widen. “i did not.”
neji reaches for a kunai in the holster he haphazardly shoved away after he stripped for you. he throws it at one of the thick roots with such accuracy, that you know can’t be made up. “it was that one over there.”
“fine,” you roll your eyes. “i guess it was.”
neji rapidly exhales, smiling with the utmost softness.
“will you think about me?” you tried to stop the question, but it snuck past you anyway. neji didn’t seem to mind the abruptness of it, though. “i will,” he answers. “whenever i come here… all the time, to be truthful.”
he takes a brief moment to look around the clearing. “the trees. their leaves, their roots,” he looks to the sky, “the moon.” his gaze then returns to you. “you’ve made it considerably impossible not to think of you.”
“but won’t it hurt? thinking of me, when your mind is supposed to be with your betrothed?” the question, as heavy as it is, manages to float in the air for a while.
he finally speaks. “it will hurt. but, i can’t complain. i made my choice the day i let myself love you.”
you both come together, lips meeting for a final kiss. “i wish i could stay.” you whisper against his lips.
neji shuts his eyes against you, and allows a stray tear to fall down his face.
“so do i.”
a/n: i've had this draft since April omg get it away from me bro.....!:!.?: also, thank you for this request nonnie. my first time doing a bit of angst, and my first time writing for Neji! i hope this is how you envisioned it 🪷🪷🪷
tl: @sakunai @t1track (idk if any of you guys are into neji but if you are, lmk!
content: fem!reader , reader has a vagina , oral sex , creampies (obviously lol) , no plot all smut , lowk ooc srry
your thighs are spread wide over neji’s shoulders as he eats you out like a starved man. he’s exactly where he wants to be, right in front your dripping cunt. he moans into it, the sound vibrating straight to your clit.
his tongue drags from the swollen bud all the way down to your entrance, lapping up the slick that keeps spilling out of you. “mm f-fuck, you taste too good...”
two of his fingers curl inside you, pumping slow while his lips seal around your clit and suck. every time you try to squirm away from the overstimulation he pins your legs right back down, burying his face even harder between your legs.
you’ll definitely have bruises tomorrow.
“neji t-too much…” he can tell that you’re close, his tongue is thrusting against you faster, fucking you with both his mouth and fingers.
you cum with a loud cry, thighs shaking around his head. he doesn’t stop just yet, licking you through it until the very end.
he then rises up, his pale eyes staring at you with pure need. his cock hard and flushed. his pretty pink tip leaking beads of precum.
he quickly lines himself up and leans his face down against your neck, sinking in with one long thrust, “g-gonna put a baby in you,” he breathes against your collarbone, hips already rolling.
the words he just said were so filthy. the thought of him fucking load after load into your pussy made you clench around him even more.
and from the way he’s trembling, already so pussydrunk he can barely think straight, you know he means every word.
neji’s hips snap forward again, burying himself to the hilt inside you. his hands slide under your thighs, keeping them open as his quick pace has you whimpering with every thrust.
his eyes stay locked on where you’re stretched around him, watching himself go in and out of your wet cunt. “you’re gripping me so tight,” he mutters.
one hand leaves your thigh to press flat against your lower stomach, feeling the way he fills you. “feel t-that? i’m f-fuck.. right there.”
he leans down, mouth brushing your earlobe while his thrusts become more insistent. every moan you make seems to draw out another shudder from him. “nejiii…”
“stay just like that, i’m not pulling out yet.” your walls flutter around him at the words and he moans, pace slowing for a second before he recovers.
he kisses you messily, all tongue and spit, his hips never stopping. the hand on your lower stomach moves down to finds your clit, getting you closer while he chases his own release.
you cum on his cock, pussy clenching around him, and neji groans into your neck. he buries himself as deep as he can go, pumping his warm and thick seed inside you, he’s making sure every drop stays where he wants it to stay.
his fingers trace your thighs once more before he starts rolling his hips again. his cock already half-hard inside you, wanting to chase the same feeling all over.
a/n: i feel like i barely see neji x reader on here?! ughhh neji i’m such a freak for him it’s not even funny. this is also my first time writing for naruto!
Maybe it was the way his wife climbed into his lap without a word, pupils blown wide, your cheeks already flushed before he even touched you. Maybe it was the heat pulsing off your body, the way your skin stuck to his, damp with sweat before anything had even started.
Neji’s breath was heavy, his hair stuck to his pretty face, lips parted and trembling like he want to say something, but he can't. His back was pressed against the headboard, and he could barely keep his eyes open.
You were on top of him, still ride him, still moving, still burning hot and so, so wet. Neji's hands shaking, had long since fallen from your hips and now only reached weakly to touch your face. To hold onto something.
“P-please…” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Please, darling…”
Your eyes met his, glazed and wide, desperate. You were panting, soaked with sweat, your thighs quivering from how many times you’d already reached your peak, from how long you’d kept him inside you.
Neji gritted his teeth as your walls tightened around him, again, like your body refused to let go of him.
Neji cum inside you more times than he could count—his cock aching, overstimulated, twitching helplessly every time your hips ground down just right. But your body wanted more. Needed more. Like it wasn’t enough to be filled—it wanted to be bred. His essence, again and again, until there was nothing left.
“darling—wife—I… I can’t,” Neji panted, barely able to sit upright. “You’re—ngh—milking me dry…”
You whimpered softly at his words, hips trembling against his lap. Your movements weren’t rough—not anymore. They were shaky now, your rhythm faltering, needy, like your body was running on instinct and adrenaline and love all at once.
“Neji…” you choked out, voice fragile. “I-I can’t stop—feels too good—I’m sorry—I—”
Neji cupped your flushed cheeks, thumbs gently brushing away the sweat there. “It’s… alright,” he breathed, even as his legs spasmed beneath you. “You feel… incredible… just—”
Your hips rolled again—slow and deep—and he gasped, the sound broken.
“F-fuck—ah—no more—”
You kissed him. Desperately. You tasted like salt and tears and longing, and he kissed you back with every ounce of strength he had left.
You were shaking too now. Your thighs trembled on either side of his hips, and your arms braced on his shoulders as you leaned your forehead to his. Sweat dripped down your neck, between your breasts, down your back. You’d taken him for hours, and still, your body begged for more.
“I love you,” you whispered, your voice cracking. "I love you, I just—Neji—”
He whimpered—Hyuga Neji, who never whimpered—and his hands gripped your hips weakly as you sank down again, taking him all the way, tight and soaked and hot. He could barely breathe.
“Wife…” His voice broke. “You’re going to… break me…”
But his hands didn’t stop you. They just trembled against your waist.
Your heat swallowed him over and over, the sounds between your bodies obscene—wet, loud, constant. His cum was leaking out of you in rivulets, dripping down his thighs, down your own, soaking the sheets beneath you. And still, your body begged for more. More warmth. More fullness. More of him.
Your breath hitched—another wave coming. Your head dropped to his shoulder, and your hips picked up again, sloppier now, erratic.
“N-Neji—!”
You cried out as you came again, hard and desperate and shaking apart in his arms. Your walls clenched violently around him, and he let out a sob, his whole body tensing as your orgasm milked him into another release—one he wasn’t ready for, one he couldn’t stop.
His cum spilled into you again, warm and endless, even as he nearly collapsed backward, arms falling limp at his sides.
His body twitched beneath you, his cock still trapped deep inside, sensitive to the point of pain—but you stayed there, unmoving, filled and full and dazed.
Your breath came in hard pants against his collarbone.
Neji’s fingers found your cheek again, slow and trembling.
“You’re burning up…” he whispered, eyelids heavy.
You couldn’t even answer. You just clung to him, forehead pressed to his neck, both of you soaked and exhausted and too full of each other to care.
“W-we need to… we should stop,” he murmured. “Please… just rest now. Let me hold you.”
Finally, you nodded, body sagging against his chest. Still joined. Still pulsing faintly around him. But you weren’t moving anymore. You’d hit your limit, too.
Neji exhaled shakily, one hand pressing to the back of your head, cradling you.
He held you there, whispering soft things, your name, his love, his awe at your hunger, your need, how beautiful you were even when driven by instinct.
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𐙚 plug!shikamaru x fem!reader, frat boy!neji x reader , lowkey reader x everyone | Next Chapter | divider by @/cursed-carmine
𐙚 synopsis: where the pretty girl around campus meets the campus plug, who just so happens to be in the same frat as her best friend…who she fucks occasionally
Nothing stressed you out more than the shit you had to do around campus. You weren’t even that busy, but others would say the opposite. Which…you guess was true. If you weren’t working your campus job or running your student organization, you were out with your friends doing who knows what.
On some days like this, you’re walking around the busy campus of Konoha University bored out of your mind. You think of the things you could be doing right now: Library? No, you just left there. Courtyard? You can’t sit still.
“Fuck man.” You sigh. You walk through your normal campus spots, a nice bench in the bushes catches your eye so you sit for a moment. It’s a sunny day, you were thankful for that. You’d rather be bored when the weather is nice instead of how cold it was just a few weeks ago.
You sigh again, body relaxing as you’re surrounded by the leaves and flowers. You were also hiding from people on campus. Not that you hated being social but you knew a lot of people. It was a tiresome thing saying “hey! how are you?” every other place you went. You go over your mental checklist:
Anti depressant check
Something to eat so Neji won’t chew you out check
a bit of schoolwork… 1/4 assignments but still something check
You groan loudly. “I’m so fucking bored.” You whip out your phone to text one of your best friends, Neji Hyuga. You had a decently sized friend group, you knew a lot of people after all, but your inner circle was your heart, and everyone was queer- life was beautiful. There was Neji who you’ve known since freshman year. You considered him your best friend, you did almost everything together. He was also a busy man considering he was frat president of Kappa Konoha. There’s Naruto and Sasuke who you’ve also known for that long-they’re dating, and Sakura. They all share an apartment. Sai, you have the most classes together since you both have the same major. You’re art kids after all. And lastly, Temari, you became friends under a really strange circumstance but you’ve been attached at the hip since.
To Neji: Please tell me you’re free. Free me from my boredom please please please
from Neji: Why ask if i’m free if you know my schedule?
to neji: i was hoping there was a slight change 😞
from neji: right. there isn’t. i’ll pick you up later okay? we can go get slushes
to neji: can we have sex too?
from neji: of course.
You also had a really bad habit of fucking your friends. You were fucking someone after any function you guys had, knowing you’d get drunk while they get cross faded. It was funny. You were the only one who didn’t smoke out of the friend group. You took an edible here and there but smoking wasn’t really your cup of tea. You didn’t see the hype about it at all.
Sighing once again you put your phone down. You glance around the empty area. Wind blowing, sun out. You felt so pretty despite the boredom that consumed you. You wore a green maxi skirt and a brown fitted tank top. Your thick hair pulled back into a low ponytail with some curly pieces fanning your face. You wore various accessories too. You were quite the pretty girl, so why the fuck were you bored.
“You’ve been sighing for the past 10 minutes.” You hear a voice. It startles you. You furrow your brows and glance around again, until you spotted him. He was lying on the ground underneath one of the oldest trees on campus. It was so big with its branches extending out to at least three buildings. “I take it you’re bored?” He speaks again. His voice deep and raspy. You don’t miss the way his brown eyes open, low with a red tint to them. He tips his head over to get a better look at you. Eyes trailing your sitting frame.
“Not your business man.” You huff.
“It’s not, I don’t really care either, but I don’t think you know how loud your sighing is. I’m trying to relax here.” You look over him again. He had a lot of hair, pulled into a ponytail. He wore a black school shirt, and you didn’t miss the familiar letters of Kappa Konoha right at the bottom. He had on a black pair of sweatpants as well. He’s hot.
And also unfamiliar. You’ve never seen him around the frat house ever, but then again Neji made sure you didn’t really interact with the guys in his frat.
“Right, right. Well, I’m sorry for disturbing you random man who’s trying to relax-“ You don’t miss the chuckle that leaves him, “- I’m also trying to relax”
“You’re not doing a good job”
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
“What a drag.” He sits up to look at you. “Pretty lady like you with nothing to do…” He pats the spot next to him. “Come sit.”
Now, you were raised to not talk to strangers, and college has certainly tested that, but why the hell not? You won’t be busy until later with Neji anyways.
You make your way over to him, and the man doesn’t miss the way your various accessories jingled with every step you took. He found it humorous. You sit next to him on the soft grass. He smelled good too. It was an earthy scent mixed with.. “You smoke?” You watch him pull out a blunt and lighter. Weed. It all made sense now.
You chuckled and shake your head. “I’m not smoking with a stranger.”
“People do it all the time.”
“And people die.”
“If I wanted to kill you I would’ve done it the moment you sat down. Just say no.”
“No.”
“Fine with me.” His tongue darts out to lick his plump lips. His tongue is pierced. The brown blunt slipped smoothly between his lips as he lights it. You watch him inhale, his body immediately relaxing. His eyes on you the whole time. Low, he blows out smoke away from your body. He liked the way you smelled. Vanilla and freshly ground coffee. “Shikamaru.” He hums, laying back down.
“What?”
“My name.”
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“Who’s Shikamaru?” You ask curiously. You sat there cutely in Neji’s passenger seat sucking away at your slush. You were in pajamas, meaning one of his frat shirts and shorts he liked. You knew what the nights events consisted of. You were glad it was Thursday. No class tomorrow for you, he could fuck you all night.
“Shikamaru?” He glances over at you, sucking away at his own icey drink. You were in the parking lot of the frat house, music playing lowly on the radio for talk time between you two. It was routine. Car ride, music and talk, food and the occasional fuck. “Why do you ask about him?”
Your fingers found their way into Neji’s long hair. “Curiosity.” You shrug. “He’s one of my frat brothers. He’s quite the nice individual but I only really go to him for frat related situations and-
“Weed?” Neji shoots a glare at you while you giggle and stick your tongue out.
“I suppose it’s no secret that he’s a plug, but why do you want to know? You don’t smoke and he’s a bad crowd to be around.”
“Because he smokes? Seems pretty chill to me.” You shrug. His fingers found their way to your thigh, tracing small circles. “I’ve heard things is all. Trust me when I say to stay away okay?” He reaches up to grab you by the chin, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Mhm..” You hum in response, kissing him back.
You trusted Neji. He’s your best friend after all, who you occasionally had sex with.
Soon you were both in the frat house, sneaking in like two teens who snuck out. “Neji-“ You gasp, his lips finding your neck. He licked and sucked, “Bed room.”
“I want you right here.” He had you pressed up against the wall, three doors down from his room.
“We’ll get caught.” You moan quietly into his shoulder, thick fingers finding their way between your legs. “I can feel how wet you are.” He found your lips again, fingers rubbing your clit through your shorts. “Neji..”
“You asked about another man in my car. I admit I’m quite jealous.” He murmured, lifting you off your feet with no sweat. You yelp quietly, legs wrapping around him instinctively. Neji Hyuga. He comes from a wealthy family, has always been a leader. He spoke politely (as he was raised to do so), he got nothing but good grades, plenty of scholarships, his uncle was the dean of the college you all attended, Neji was even president of Kappa Konoha. He was a star student and individual.
No one would ever suspect he’d be balls deep in you right now, your legs folded to your chest while he held you there. His best friend, you were the only one who shit talked him upon meeting him. Neji spoke in such a way that made him seem superior. You did not like that at all, and after a few interactions of you literally arguing with him, you became friends. He had apologized, and fucked you right afterwards.
“Right there- uh huh..” You whimper out. Your nails dug into his soft lavender sheets. “Right here? Feel good? Tell me it feels good.” He leaned over your body, long hair falling around his face. Your teary eyes looked up into his deep green ones. You gasp as you felt every inch of him, he was long and thick with quite a bit of girth at his base. “Am I being too rough?” He whispers to you. He slows down his pace just a bit. You liked that about Neji. He always checked in on you. It didn’t matter what position, any pace- it didn’t matter.
“s’kay Neji.. I promise. I’m so close it feels so good. Keep going please.” He moans at the feeling of you squeeze around him. “As you wish..” Neji lets up, losing the grip on your legs.
“on your stomach.” He flips you over, positioning your body to how he wanted it.
“She’s so hungry isn’t she?” Neji’s thick fingers rub over your glistening pussy, his cum from the previous round seeping out. Your legs shook. “Ah ah..bad girl. Keep it all in there for me okay?” He talks to sweetly to your pussy. He loved doing that, pussy drunk. He gathered the slick, pushing it all back in. “Mmgh..” Your hips move back on his fingers that entered you. “Neji..”
“Shhh..she’s talking.” He fingered you slow, fingers reaching deep inside your cum filled heat. His thumb circling your sensitive bud. You were so wet, dripping down his fingers. “Fuck-“ He licks his lips.
“M’gonna cum-“ You were crying. Hips fucking back on the fingers. Neji coos, other hand coming to rub your back. “You’re gonna cum for me?”
“Yes- yes ohmygoodness Neji!” Your vision blurs, orgasm hitting you hard. “That’s my girl.” Neji whispers, and watching in awe as you squirt around his fingers. He wasn’t done with you of course. Pulling out his fingers to lick them clean and repositions himself behind you, thick tip rubbing against your pussy. “I’m gonna keep going okay?”
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Your routine was an in-and-out one. You don’t want to be caught by anyone in the frat- hell you didn’t want anyone to know about what you two had going on. Of course you weren’t always quiet and Neji tells you often about his frat brothers teasing him about the mystery girl who screams his name out every now and then, but you still didn’t want to get such a thing started you can’t back out of.
After you and Neji showered together, and he cleaned you up. His sheets were changed and his kisses you goodnight. You’d go to bed together but he knew by morning you’d be gone. He just wanted to fall asleep to your scent, knowing you were there at some point. Neji likes to wake up to the smell of vanilla and fresh coffee.
You knew the frat house better than a lot of others did. It was no surprise you got to the door so quickly, the fresh air from outside hitting your face- it was cold, but what stopped you was a certain smell from earlier that wasn’t the Hyuga you’d just slept with.
“Vanilla and coffee.” Shikamaru sits on the steps of the house. His eyes flick up to you, an amused look on his face. “Was that you I heard the last what…four hours?” He yawns, picking up what seems to be a discarded blunt.
“Nah, I’m not even here.”
“Your scent is.” He remarked, lighter flicking to light the joint. “Smoke?” He holds it out towards you.
“I don’t smoke.”
“Right..I forgot.” He turns away from you, hand waving you off.
You bite the inside of your jaw. He was so strange. You looked over Shikamaru’s form. His hair was down, and long almost as long as Neji’s. He looked calm and at home. Black tank top showing off his toned arms and biceps and.. “Spongebob house shoes?” You snort. Shikamaru starts chuckling, patting the spot next to him just like earlier that day.
“Not this time, I gotta go.”
“Right right, the secret girl Neji’s been banging. You’re pretty loud you know?”
You mush his head gently, walking past him.
“Not gonna respond?” He calls afterwards, shitty grin on his lazy lips.
