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Smitten with my Emperor

Sub!Neji x Dom!Fem!Reader

warnings: matriarchal society, lots of made up ceremonial customs, mentions of clan abuse, smut, neji saying no like an anime girl (because he doesn’t know its an orgasm and thinks its peepee, but then asks you to continue), penetration (neji receives obviously), mentions of male pregnancy, some sprinkled hurt/comfort.

wc: 6.3K

AO3

a/n: this took me foreverrrrr to write (I CANT HELP IT I NEEDED TO EXPAND ON EVERYTHING IM SORRY), but its finally here. I put my HEART, MIND, and PUSSY in this shit so y'all better leave me some love 🔪 🖤

“Her Majesty is here!” Announced a guard as usual. It is customary to do so when the Empress walks into a room, and right now you were on your way to consummate your marriage with the eldest son of the Hyuga clan.

Tired steps took you there, hours and hours of entertaining guests and clan leaders starting to take a toll on you; didn’t even register when you were finally there until your ladies-in-waiting stepped aside and joined the guards in a perfect 45 degree bow behind you, awaiting your dismissal.

A mere moment of hesitation while you caught your breath was expected, the nerves eating you up like they always do when it comes to him. His long and dark hair was always so captivating; his eyes always managing to put you in an inescapable trance. ‘Educated, obedient, and virtuous, all qualities of the man chosen to marry the Empress since birth’, as his family described him to the nobles of now not so equal standing. Since he became the Empress’ husband, and therefore a royal, his clan would surpass all the other clans in social status.

You being that Empress was not always in the cards, however. Prior to ascending the throne, you could never even dream of being in the same room as him and now you’ve just left your wedding ceremony. All of Konoha would be celebrating for the next few weeks the ascension of the Hyuga Prince to Emperor, and his union in matrimony with the esteemed new Empress.

During your betrothment you met him on multiple occasions. Always observed by a clan member, of course. ‘It would be imprudent to leave an unmarried man alone with a woman before their wedding day, Your Majesty. What would people say?’ His clan would never allow their reputation to be tarnished like that.

You had to be satisfied with conversing in public places; during tea time, walks in the garden, the library, public services, etc., with his gentlemen-in-waiting always close by, and yet he managed to make you fall irrevocably in love with him faster than you ever expected.

Long and quiet conversations with the purpose of getting to know him - his interests, his dreams, his fears, and his wishes - led you to advance your ceremony by a few months in order to be married as soon as possible, proving to the five great nations just how smitten the Empress had become with the Prince.

The fact that you wanted to have him all to yourself wasn’t the only reason for this, however. The treatment he received from his clan substantially motivated your decision. He’d been abused for longer than he could remember, and although not unexpected of a clan as powerful as his’, the rage you felt couldn’t compare to any other.

The Hyuga were one of the main supporting clans that provided you with aid in the war for the throne (only because it would benefit them in the long run, of course). It wouldn't be good for anyone involved if you took definitive action against them right away. With only a few months of ruling as the Empress under your belt, and the war fresh on everyone’s mind, their punishment would have to wait. They’re not the only clan that needs correcting, after all.

But now that you’re married to their eldest prince, no one will ever dare to mistreat the Emperor of Konoha, husband to the bloody one that faced up to the previous Empress and her mother. He would be protected, and that’s all that mattered while you gathered the necessary evidence to convict them. You refused to allow the clans to continue in their toxic ways, and soon all of them would face the consequences to their actions.

Before your mood could be soured again because of them, you remembered that your husband was waiting on the other side of the door, maybe even more nervous and anxious than you. For his sake, it’s best to put those matters aside for a while and try to spend a wedding night worthy of himself.

With one final breath you turned to the guards and nodded. “Open.”

The first thing you noticed upon walking in were the candles that adorned every safe surface of your room, and then a strong scent of vanilla, which you deduced came from the little bags that were hidden throughout the room, as was the old custom. It is said that new couples should be surrounded with this scent as it brings upon the couple many fortunes: mainly a big and prosperous family. Safe to say it’s an aphrodisiac, and you couldn’t help but be inwardly flustered at the thought that maybe Neji knew this as well.

At last, there he was, next to the fireplace.

He looked more beautiful than ever in his white ceremonial gown. The simple and elegant patterns emphasized his pure appearance; “son of the moon” they called him, and with reason. His hair, half up and half down, was adorned with the delicate white jade hairpin you gifted him the only time you managed to escape his attendants during a date.

Though you were able to see him during the ceremony and the celebration that followed, you didn’t get to really admire him closely with many nobles and officials around, all wanting to get a word in. During the dinner celebration not long after the sun went down, while the most prestigious performers of the five nations came to entertain the Empress and Emperor on their wedding day, you managed to exchange a few words with him when everyone was too focused to pay attention.

However, he was too aware of his clan’s closeness to your thrones to be able to maintain a natural conversation with you, which you noticed immediately, yet you couldn’t end the celebrations too early without getting too much attention from the world leaders and officials present. After a few hours, when you ensured everyone was well acquainted with the alcoholic beverages served, you announced that your Emperor and you would be turning in for the night.

Per the custom, the husband would leave the celebrations first while the wife saw off the guests. Everyone stood and gave him their best wishes as they bid farewell, and he was finally able to head to your room after paying his respects to those present (and you, of course).

An hour or so later of you seeing off your guests and thanking everyone for their attendance, here you were, together at last.

You couldn’t see his face due to his body being in a perfect bow: his hands placed rigidly in front of his torso, his body inclined forward, his head down, not meeting your gaze, and even though he had always greeted you like this, now that you were officially married it was way too formal for your liking.

“Your Majesty.” He bowed deeper and that was your cue to stop him before he could go on his knees and bend even more.

“Neji, we have talked about this before.” When you stopped in front of him, your hand extended and you placed it under his chin, gently guiding him to meet your gaze. “If you don’t call my name, then who will?” Your hands went to his shoulders, and then slid down to hold his hands - which were cold to the touch, you noticed - to give them a light squeeze.

“Who in this palace?” you brought his hands up to your lips and pressed a kiss in the palm of each before interlacing your fingers in hopes of bringing him some warmth. “Who in this nation will dare? Only you have my heart.”

He grew flustered by your words, but his eyes did not shy away from yours. Instead, he squeezed your hands back and softly, as if to ensure only you would hear him (even though it was only you two in this room) he murmured, “Y/N…”

Your wedding was only a few days before winter officially began and the air grew colder every night. He must’ve been trying to get some warmth next to the fireplace waiting for you to arrive, and your heart ached at the image of him waiting for so long, growing colder by the minute.

“How could I have left you waiting for so long? You’re freezing.” You led the two of you closer to the fireplace and held both of his hands inside yours now. The concern in your face made Neji’s heart flutter, and before he could stop himself, he confessed; “I’m really pleased that you’re with me now, Your Maj-” At the raise of your eyebrow, he corrected: “Y/N.”

A visible blush found its way to his face and the smile on your face grew bigger. “Did you long for me while I was away?” You stepped closer into his space until your sides were touching and tilted your head trying to get a better look at his oncoming expressions. “Because I long for you every second you’re not there.”

His blush darkened considerably and he couldn’t maintain eye contact for much longer. The sight of his flustered self caused a chuckle to escape your lips, and as it happened whenever you teased him, he frowned while what he thought was an unnoticeable pout appeared on his lips, It wasn’t long before he tried to fluster you back.

“If only you had been this enchanting on our first meeting.” Followed by a dramatic sigh. “Maybe we would’ve been husband and wife by now.” His playful jab at how you had fallen on your face the first time you ever locked eyes was met with an exaggerated gasp from you. “Oh how could you. The wind was clearly conspiring against me that day!”

Your theatrically offended attitude managed to get a giggle out of him. The hand that was previously between yours went up in front of his mouth while his head turned away and he tried to contain his joy.

That simply won’t do.

You took his hand away and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of it, his eyes following your every move. “Then could you blame me, dearest? Am I at fault if your eyes blew me away?” Your other hand found its way to his waist and pulled him closer. He gasped and his arm landed on your shoulder, trying to recover from the suddenness of it all. His blush grew a darker shade than you’ve ever seen on him, and yet his eyes didn’t shy away; they shined as your gazes locked together and the hand in your grip squeezed ever so gently.

“In any case, we are married now. See?” You squeezed his waist to signify your proximity. “You’re my husband, and I’m your…?” He must have been put in a daze by your actions, because only when you squeezed his waist a second time did he react; his voice barely a whisper, the shakiness of it only you could notice. “…wife.”

Your heart would explode any second now, and he would be the cause. You could tease him every second for the rest of your lives if it meant seeing this side of him all the time, but alas, you wouldn’t.

You placed the hand you were holding on your other shoulder, and he held onto you with that one too. “My husband.” Your smile could probably break your face in half by now. “Are you tired? Is there anything you need? Just say the word and I’ll have it done.”

“Y/N.” He took a deep breath and his grip tightened. “Could we fulfill the customs of the…” A gulp, and his volume lowered with each word. “...the first night?” His eyes went to your lips for barely a second, and then to his hands - which were now fiddling with your ceremonial robe where they rested - only to lock with your eyes again, an unspoken ‘please?’ in his gaze.

Since you met, it was clear how much Neji valued tradition. Though his request did not come as a surprise, you thought that maybe the long ceremony and the countless hours of greeting guests - mainly his family’s - would have tired him out by now. Your exhaustion left your body the second you stepped into the room long ago, so you had no objections.

The customs of a newlywed couple's ‘First Night’ were simple, really. First, the wife would help remove the husband’s face paint. Then they would each hold a candle that would be lit by the other, followed by writing a letter to their spouse that would be hidden for a year, only to be opened on the day of their first wedding anniversary. And lastly, they would enjoy a cup of wine together.

As always, his requests were your command, and a maid was called in with a bowl of warm water and a soft cloth to remove his face paint, which you noticed earlier in the day he wasn’t wearing much of. His sharp and elegant features didn’t need much accentuation, and therefore it was easy to remove.

First you helped with his hair. Spending hours with the millions of hidden hairpins his hairstyle required couldn’t be comfortable, and one by one you removed them all. Neji’s soft sigh as you massaged the sore spots when you finally took the last hairpin out meant you were right, and you were glad you decided to go with these first.

Then you accommodated his hair away from his face so it wouldn’t be in the way while you focused on his face. Gently, you removed his face paint slowly with the damp, warm cloth. Neji closed his eyes while you did so, humming softly, and he looked simply too irresistible to refrain from laying a kiss on his - now clean - cheek. He couldn’t stop a smile from forming, but his eyes only opened when you laid another kiss, closer to his lips this time, yet not touching them just yet.

The outer layers of your ceremonial gowns were discarded so you could sit comfortably, and the next thirty minutes or so were spent writing your letters. You lit his candle, and he yours, before you sat quietly near each other and wrote. He finished first, followed by you shortly after, and now it was time for the wine.

The letters were left on the table to put away later, and Neji waited in the soft floor cushions next to the fireplace while you poured the wine. You handed him his cup and moved to sit next to him so that your sides were touching.

You could talk to each other about anything and everything, so that’s what you did. By the time your cups emptied out completely, Neji was leaning his full weight on your side. He was significantly more relaxed now, and his eyes would move to your lips every time you spoke; something yours were surely doing as well.

Your jokes now actually made him giggle, something he was doing more freely now, yet not enough for your stricken heart. In fact, he had just done so when his appearance caught your attention for the nth time that night, and you could now hear your heartbeat in your ears. He was slightly out of breath, his cheeks had a lovely rosy tint to them, and his eyes had this certain glaze on them.

A questioning hum left his lips at your silent staring, and that was when you kissed him. It seemed like the countless months of waiting, the vanilla in your system and the cup of wine had taken effect because you finally, finally kissed him. A surprised sound left his lips before his eyes closed and he showed no resistance to your kiss.

During the war, you heard countless stories from many fellow soldiers who left a husband (or boyfriend) at home. They would love to talk about their many adventures as a way to pass the horrible time that is war and many described the perfect kiss, some less…poetic than others. But none of it could have prepared you for this.

Heaven.

His lips felt like heaven.

After a few seconds your head tilted, and Neji placed his hand on your bicep. Your need to feel him closer got the best of you and you pulled him closer by the hips, your chests now against each other, and your other hand went to undo the second layer of his robes. Once undone, there were only three more layers left before you could see the bare skin of his chest, and Neji shifted in place while he could feel the heat on his face and the back of his neck increasing.

He gasped when you opened the next layer and you used this chance to put your tongue in his mouth. His eyes opened before closing again and his eyebrows furrowed while his hand squeezed your bicep. The pool of heat in your lower stomach increased when his tongue shyly met yours, trying to follow your lead. When your hands reached to undo his second to last robe, he placed his hand on your chest and your lips separated soon after.

“Y/N,” his forehead met your chest as well while he tried to catch his breath. “Neji?” You backed away a bit, your eyes searching to meet his’ but he still wouldn’t separate from your chest. “We shouldn’t…” Your heart stopped at the implication that maybe you went too far and he wasn’t ready, but then he whispered: “...on the floor.”

“You don’t want us to be on the floor?” He shook his head with his face still hidden on your chest. “Then,” though your heart started to beat again, you still had to ask. “Should we move to the bed?” His grip tightened and he nodded yes, but you still needed to hear him say it, so you placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled him away to meet his gaze, his eyes unable to escape yours this time as well. “Neji, do you want us to continue on the bed?”

“Yes.” His lack of hesitation eased your nerves, and you moved to pull the both of you up and head towards the bed. It occurred to you that while Neji would be naked soon, you still wore all of your robes, and after you sat him on the edge of the bed you stood in front of him and your hands went to undo your first knot.

Neji’s eyes moved between yours and your hands every now and then, too shy to maintain eye contact the whole time. When it was time to remove the last layer to expose your undergarments to him, you had a magnificent idea and your hands moved to grab his’ to place them on the knot. “Untie it for me.” Your voice and the fact that Neji had to raise his head to look into your eyes sent another wave of arousal between his legs. His hands undid your knot -albeit clumsily - and his hands finally came into contact with your skin.

Years of training and fighting and fighting undoubtedly left their mark so when his soft and untainted fingers caressed the most obvious scars, your heart felt like it could probably beat his way out of your chest. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the biggest one near your heart, looking up with a soft - and yet expectant - glint in his eyes as he did so.

Your desire could eat you up by now and your lips met for the second time that night - sloppily - while you lifted him up and moved up towards the pillows, gently depositing him back down. Neji found the sound of your lips brushing against one another lewd, yet a naughtier sound escaped your interlocked mouths when one of your hands found its way to his pectoral and squeezed. The last robes came off in a matter of seconds, and your mouth latched to one of his nipples.

One of the soldiers you met told you about this before, recounting how it made her lover go crazy and while you were hoping it would give Neji some pleasure, you weren’t expecting a keen to leave his lips from the action. His hand shot up at lightning speed to cover his mouth and his head turned, but his chest arched into your mouth and all the air left your lungs at the sound.

Him trying to prevent more sounds of pleasure definitely wouldn’t do, and your hand pulled his’ away from his mouth just in time to hear an exquisite moan as your tongue circled his areola. Then you sucked, hard.

“Y/N!” He pulled you up for a kiss this time and panted into your mouth while your hands went to slowly pull down his thin silk underpants, but the wet patch near his crotch pulled a delighted chuckle out of you. Your fingers went to rub his cock through the wet patch and his head fell back on the pillow, a silent yet desperate gasp coming from his lips.

“Is this because of me?” Your finger pulled away and a string of his pre-release followed while you showed him. “N-No, stop it, that’s-” he gave a startled shout when your fingers started rubbing there again. “Don’t touch it, it’s-” your fingers rubbed faster and his words caught in his throat and a whimper followed, but he managed to squeeze out a quick: “It’s dirty!” And you understood what he meant.

Besides the fact that young girls received some ‘education’ about this matter when they’re young, the stories from the army also helped you understand what that wet patch was and what it meant. However, it’s considered taboo for boys to speak about this matter in general, and knowing the people in charge of Neji’s upbringing, you couldn’t be surprised by his lack of knowledge on the male body - or the female one at that.

‘No, precious, it’s not dirty, it’s natural. Look, it comes from here.” Your wet fingers slid down to his testicles and rubbed softly over his underpants. “Do you feel good?” The feeling of you rubbing down there was new, and he couldn’t get enough of it. “I feel good.” His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you in for a kiss while your fingers went up to rub on the wet patch of his cock again.

Soon he started to shake, his breathing grew more erratic and his legs wouldn’t stop shifting. An alarmed whimper hit your ears and he tried to pull away from the kiss. “Y/N-” But you wouldn’t let him, instead increasing the speed and pressure at which your fingers rubbed his precious parts. “Y/N, no-” Again, you intercepted his words. You deduced he was close to coming undone without pleasuring you as well, but you planned to make him enjoy himself multiple times tonight, so that wouldn’t be a problem.

His legs thrashed and he sobbed into your mouth before you realized something could be wrong and pulled away. Another sob left his lips as you separated and your hands moved away. His hands went up to cover his face as he whined and whimpered while his legs shaked as they closed together.

“Neji?” You tried to pull his hands away but he turned his head away, his ears and chest flushed a dark red. “Neji, did I hurt you?” His head shaked no but he couldn’t stop shaking and his louder whine as a response didn’t convince you. “Please talk to me, Neji. Are you okay?” His thighs squeezed tighter and he gasped as though it didn’t make it better.

“Y/N!” His hand desperately grasped yours and you were about to send a maid for the royal doctor, but the wet patch in his underpants grew much larger in an instant and a louder moan (or sob?) of your name left his lips. Your eyebrows raised and Neji rose to hide his face in your neck, his other arm around your shoulders keeping you in place. He whimpered in your ear and your arms came to wrap around him to hold him tight.

“I-I think,” he sniffled and tried to stabilize his breathing, but couldn’t. “I think I soiled myself.” He sounded so upset that your heart broke, but at the same time a relieved breath left your lungs before you could stop it as he wasn’t actually hurt. You held him for a few minutes longer but when you tried to pull away he whimpered again and his grip tightened. You hummed to try to offer him some comfort.

“My precious husband.” A smile found its way to your face, and his breath hitched again. “It’s not what you think it is.” When it was clear he had no intentions of letting you go, your hand sneaked its way between your bodies and went inside his underpants. Neji startled and yelped when your hand touched the wetness between his legs, and he gave a distressed whine at the thought of you touching that dirty mess.

“Neji.” He finally pulled away a bit to allow your hand to resurface; those beautiful, wet eyes met yours and his current expression was not one you had the opportunity to enjoy ever before, so you were probably close to melting on the spot. “It’s not urine. See?” You brought your hand closer to your mouth and by the time Neji realized what you were going to do it was too late as you had already licked a stripe through his mess. “Y/N-!” You reconnected your lips and your tongue went inside his mouth again, needing to explore every inch like you had done not long ago.

His whimper was just as delicious as the previous ones, if not more. He was so worried about you finding his actions disgusting that your complete willingness to still kiss him brought more tears to his eyes, and a familiar heat to his lower stomach.

“I promise you it’s completely natural, Neji. It just means you felt really good. Did you?” He shyly nodded with his eyes closed from the kiss, but when they opened again they landed on your crotch and you might have a hunch as to why.

“Did you also feel good?” He asked expectantly, and your heart fluttered. “You make me feel wonderfully good, Neji.” His gaze lowered to your crotch again and you knew he was not convinced, more so when he met your eyes with his eyebrows furrowed. “Then why are you still like that?”

“Erect? Well, it’s because I haven’t finished yet, my body needs a little more stimulation but that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy myself.” He listened very attentively and while it warmed your heart that he was also thinking about your pleasure, today has been long enough. “Come, precious. It’s really late and we should-”

“But I want you to finish.” His determined expression caused your smile to grow and your eyes to soften. “Neji, I don’t need t-” He interrupted you yet again, knowing you would try to care for him only and not your pleasure as well. “It’s our wedding night. I want to consummate our marriage.”

Since he was a young boy, Neji’s clan had always been very restrictive about anything and everything that had to do with his life. The only education he had received was about the arts of calligraphy, music and his clan’s history; everything that a fine young man needed to be educated only. He was told that a good husband’s duty revolved around listening to his wife and catering to her every need. He was also told about the consummation of a marriage. They said that on his wedding night (and any other night his wife desired him), he was to lay in bed whenever ordered so, and she would penetrate him with the purpose of impregnating him. This act would not only serve to bless his family with a child, but to also keep his wife satisfied and happy; ‘When a wife is satisfied and happy she won’t have the need to look for another husband, Neji. You must satisfy your wife well.’

Neji was sure his future could only contain misery and struggle. The women he grew around were nothing but monsters to their husbands, and when he met the Empress he was betrothed to since birth, his heart completely broke in a million little pieces.

A few weeks before their wedding things changed, however. His clan escaped the royal grounds and went to hide on a secret base by the mountains. There he learned about the beginning of the war. Two long and cold years went by before it ended, and not long after he met you, the new Empress.

He remembers how you tripped right after locking eyes for the first time, and the stories he heard about the new Empress’ courage and intelligence during battle suddenly seemed like lies. The blush on your face after recovering from such a humiliating event seemed unbecoming of someone with your reputation, he just couldn’t believe it. And yet, a few months later he found himself looking towards a married future for the first time in his life.

The rest is history.

However, his teacher’s words couldn’t just go away completely. When you announced that he would retire from the celebrations early to rest, his heart leaped to his throat and he felt like the anxiety would drown him while he waited. But then the doors opened, and in walked you. Any trace of exhaustion in your eyes left as soon as you saw him, and his knees shaked.

His self from three years ago never would have believed if someone told him he would finish from the pleasure provided by his wife on his wedding night. Not only was she willing to take care of his body as well, she also put his comfort above hers. ‘Is this a dream? Could my imagination be playing tricks on me?’ These words were constantly being repeated in his mind, and deep down, in his heart as well.

With you, he was willing.

He was willing to consummate your marriage tonight. He was willing to become impregnated by you. He was willing to have as many children as you would allow him, and love them and you till the end of his days. He was willing to be yours in every way possible.

And that's what he showed when he connected your lips this time.

“Y/N. I wish to consummate our marriage right now.” He hugged you with both of his arms around your shoulder and you prayed with all your might that your resolve to wait until at least tomorrow would stay strong but- “Please, my wife?”

…

Your resolve be damned. Neji wanted to consummate your marriage right now so that is what you were going to do.

“Yes.” Neji pulled back and his blushing self alone would be enough to keep you going for a thousand nights if he desired it so. He smiled and went in to capture your lips again. Your hands went to his waist, and lifted him up in order to accommodate him on the pillows again. You enjoyed kissing and caressing each other for a second longer, before you went to retrieve the special oil needed for times like this. You settled between his legs again and slowly pulled his underpants down his legs. Neji gasped and turned his head at your predatory gaze taking in the mess he made before.

“Oh my.” His adorable cock stood tall and proud, rosy at the top and he swore he could almost see the wolf-like fangs growing out of your mouth. “It seems like my dear husband is ready to play again so soon, hm?”

His thighs closed around your body when you leaned in for a kiss but before your lips could touch; “Then I think you should take responsibility, dear wife. Who else is to be liable for this husband’s willingness?”

“Only me, Neji. I’ll take care of you always.” He caught the hidden meaning of your words and his eyes watered, but before the knot forming in his throat could spoil the mood a second time he pulled you in for a kiss. It didn’t help much because the gentleness with which you handled him caused some tears to roll down his cheeks anyway, but you didn’t mention them outloud - knowing he doesn’t want you to - and instead kissed every inch of skin on his face. (Even if that only resulted with more tears following up, you would kiss each and every single one away.)

Your fingers dipped into the oil, and as you kissed his neck they rubbed around his rim. The foreign sensation between his legs and your tongue on his neck coaxed some more extremely pleasant sounds from his lips and pre-release to come out. He wouldn’t shy away from you this time, though. Instead, he welcomed the pleasure with open arms and hummed at your ministrations, delighted.

When it was time to stretch him open with a finger you recoated your fingers in the oil and went about it as gently as possible, not wanting to hurt him at all, yet they were new touches, so some discomfort was expected. When his hips began shifting from the intrusion, your mouth latched one of his nipples like last time, while your hand paid attention to the other. His gasps and trembles could make you come undone on the spot, you didn’t doubt it.

By the time all four fingers were in, had been letting out more consistent sounds and his hips were moving as well, trying to feel you deeper. He couldn’t understand why, but a feeling of dissatisfaction took over when that wasn’t possible; he needed more of something, and not knowing what that something was frustrated him.

You were admiring the countless marks left on his neck and chest when his disheartened whimper met your ears. When you looked up his face said everything you needed to know, and you took your fingers out. He misunderstood and thought that maybe you would stop pleasuring him completely when you began shifting, so his hands went to hold on to your shoulders and tried to pull you closer again.

“No, don't stop please.” You reassured him you wouldn’t go away with a short kiss, and maneuvered your underpants off, leaving your chest coverings. “I’m here, precious.” You pulled him up into a sitting position and led his hand by the wrist to the oil and whispered for him to dip his palm in it. He obeyed as always, and waited for your next instruction.

“It’s your turn to touch me now, Neji. Make sure you cover my cock very well with the oil.” Your lewd words still brought a darker blush to his face and neck, but before he could shy away you connected your lips again, simply waiting for him to touch you whenever he desired to. Much to your surprise, that would be sooner than anticipated, and the sudden touch of the cold oil in his hand made a low hiss leave your lips. He hadn’t warmed it up between his fingers like you had, but his inexperience sent another wave of arousal through your body and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you finished.

He was slightly intimidated by your size difference down there, he decided to trust you with his life long ago, so that won’t deter him. Before long you pulled his hand away and laid him on the pillows again, this time laying one under his lower back. Even though he had already been naked for a while, he somehow felt more exposed.

You positioned yourself between his legs one more time, holding your body above his’ with a hand next to his head to avoid suffocating him. Then you connected the hand he used to oil you up and the one you used together, the lewd sound and feeling making him tremble with anticipation, and his other hand gripped the sheets beside him. Slowly you pushed inside, and Neji’s jaw went slack by the stretch. Your hand was nothing compared to your cock, he realized. He felt so full.

You were holding on for dear life with half of your cock inside him, and you concluded all of him felt like heaven. When you pulled out only to push back in, Neji's eyes rolled to the back of his head and the tightening he felt on his abdomen the first time came back. He knew he was feeling really good, and that could only mean that he would finish soon, but he really wanted you to feel really good this time as well.

“Y/N!” His panicked chirp reached your ears and that was your only warning before he whimpered and released. You finished barely a second after and his mouth opened in a silent scream at the warmth he felt inside soon after. Only when he inhaled again did you lower your body on his and rested your face in his neck while you caught your breath. Little Ah’s left his mouth with every exhale, and you began leaving little kisses anywhere you could reach. Not long after his grip on your oily hand lessened and when you raised your head you found the reason why.

He was sound asleep, the exhaustion finally won and he couldn’t fight it anymore. Your smile probably made you look like a fool right now, but ‘heavens, he really has my entire heart.’ In a few minutes you would get up and make sure he was clean, comfortable, and the candles were put out but for now, laying close to him like this and trying to memorize as much as you could would suffice.

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