[Naruto] NejiHina Smut Themes 6-10
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runespoorTitle: NejiHina Smut Themes 6-10
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: Second set of the wannabe smutty drabbles.
Notes: 6 is for everyone who read the Return and went, “and what was Neji doing?”.
6. Regret
His bedroll is twisted around him and often he is already sticky when he wakes up. He slips away; nobody notices him. Shino's breathing is as regular as the quiet buzzing of his sleeping bugs.
He has a few minutes, which he uses to pump his shaft and clean himself up, turning away the images of Hinata that are all-too-readily presenting themselves to his mind. A few minutes away, even so many is dangerous, but there are always a couple of other ninjas watching over their surroundings, and Neji surmises it is better to get it over with and not let it fester and possibly distract him. He needs to be wholly focused.
When he comes back, the memory of her has stopped haunting his body anymore.
He waits for the first attacks to come, so he can prove himself he hasn't stolen precious sleeping time from a weapon Konoha needs. (Sometimes he is awoken by her sighs, which he judges unnecessary and undeserved. He knows full well she is dead.)
He has already tried serving two masters at once, and like Shino's palpable silences remind him when he is reminded of his teammate, he failed.
7. Broken
Hinata's mouth worked silently as if she was crying out, her hands grasping the edge of the desk in a white grip, the muscles in her arms and back tense to meet with Neji's driving.
Soon the leverage gave, and her arms flew over her head, fumbling madly for the other edge, knowing from experience that the position and Neji's unyielding thrusts would strain her shoulders and make them hurt afterwards.
The back of her hand knocked into something and sent it crashing into the ground – Hinata faintly registered the noise among the encouraging moans Neji was pulling from her – but she filed any concern away on the thought that an ANBU's desk shouldn't be cluttered.
Then he took a nipple between his fingers and tweaked, and Hinata really cried out.
8. Candy
"Neji-niisan?"
Hinata looked slightly nervous, her eyes fixed on Neji, who was feeling very smug indeed, down there with Hinata's thighs on his shoulders and his hands cupping her hips.
He smiled reassuringly at her. His inner Naruto voice was cheering.
"Yes, Hinata-sama?"
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, and Neji watched with amazed fascination as a blush rose to her skin, mottling her breasts and powdering her throat with pink.
Contrarily to what he'd have expected if he'd given thought about it, Hinata's timidity didn't seem to cover sexual affairs, and it was rare that she blushed when they were both already naked. Only when Neji somehow managed to gain the upper hand, really, which, he wasn't ashamed to admit, was far from happening as often as he'd have deemed proper, if, again, he'd had preconceptions about it.
Generally, Hinata just acted with a kind of reckless control, of curious boldness. It didn't matter who was on top at the time, because Hinata could actually be quite demanding even when she was writhing under him, and Neji just went with it.
But sometimes, there were moments when control wavered between them, when Neji would go still and gaze at her for a few seconds, and then Hinata would blush, suddenly self-conscious. It never lasted, though, because Neji was all too happy to relinquish the initiative to her, the first to look away, and lowering his mouth to hers when she pulled him down.
None of it explained how they had ended up in their current position.
It was far from uncommon for Hinata to be level with Neji's groin (and that just might be one of the reasons why Neji was so content to let her do as she pleased), whether they be laying down or standing or some position in-between, but the reverse had never happened.
Until now.
"You – hum. You…"
Hinata's voice was more high-pitched than usual, and definitely shakier. The muscles of her thighs were tense, but she wasn't taking them off his shoulders, and she had pushed on her elbows to be able to look at him in the eyes, but she wasn't turning away either, and Neji figured that was as good as he was going to get.
He firmly clamped the shark-like grin that wanted to distort his lips, and would undoubtedly make him look like a maniac. It would risk making Hinata bolt and that was so ever what he wanted to avoid at any cost please kami. He was just a little feeling giddy over what the future had in store for the next about, oh, say, fifteen minutes.
"I'm going to eat you out, Hinata-sama."
Well, he had managed a reasonably composed tone. Not quite the suave, deep and manly voice that should have melted her, but he was fourteen and it was already great that he hadn't finished his sentence one or two octaves higher than he'd started it.
Hinata squeaked, which was the ultimate confirmation, but otherwise didn't reject him.
Eyes wide, she slowly crossed her ankles in his back, wordlessly bringing his lips closer to her dark, glistening curls.
Scoooooooore! shouted his inner Naruto voice.
Neji found himself in perfect agreement with it. (But then, he'd stopped questioning the inner Naruto voice when it came to sex.)
9. Tree
The bark of the tree digs into Hinata's flesh, biting into her cheek and arms under one of Neji's more forceful thrusts.
Her arms are wrapped around the trunk for balance; when Neji thrusts more powerfully, her breasts scratch against the tree as well, and the scrapes burn, but she doesn't really focus on that. Neji has his hands squeezing her hips, his nails are better-kept than hers – somehow – but when they dig into her like this they feel as jagged as if they could actually tear her.
She realises she's making a sound when Neji pulls out, even as she knows what's coming next – and when he slams back into her and slams her into the tree she feels some bit of bark cutting the skin on her cheek. The cry that is leaving her lips comes out choked in the middle.
Neji hasn't uttered a word.
Then he stills, and Hinata takes the opportunity to catch her breath back. Suddenly aware of the night’s cold air, she shivers.
"Why do you keep doing this?"
Neji's voice is low, and tight, but still surprisingly controlled considering he's been fucking her into a tree. Hinata has no earthly idea where her clothes have gone to – he's ripped them off her, but she doesn't remember at which point – and the skin which has been scratched again and again on the bark is starting to hurthurthurt, but Neji's cock is still hard and there inside her, keeping her in place.
Something twists in her gut; she may feel boneless and broken, there's nothing she wants more at that moment than for him to start moving again.
"Do you even have a reason?"
She'd like to have the answer to that. An answer that might satisfy him, that'd make him understand.
No, she doesn't know either why she lets her father pretend she doesn't exist and talk to Hanabi as though she was already the heir.
She doesn't know why sometimes, she stares in her mirror and traces an imaginary seal on her reflection's brow.
She doesn't know why there are days she feels a thousand years removed from her team or from the future, and she can sit for hours on end staring at nothing but hearing in her soul the dripping sound of a water-blood clock, a countdown in her heartbeat to an event she's coming to yearn for.
She doesn't know why sometimes, at the hour the sun dies behind the trees, she stops in her training and listens attentively for the echo of the door to the Hyuuga compound, shut and locked for the night, and then she attends the clan's dinner, feeling empty and serene even as she's consistently ignored by her father.
She doesn't know why she doesn't look for Neji then, but mostly, when she's in that state she doesn't know why more often she does. Usually she'd be clawing at his back or etching strikes all around him as they sparred, but at that moment it feels meaningless.
His right hand grips her arm and yanks and wrenches it behind her shoulder. Prickles of fire shoot from her shoulder, extracting a gasp.
"Do you?" he repeats.
No, Hinata finds herself mouthing, her eyes scrunched shut. No.
She can't work up the ability to speak, so instead she shakes her head. It rubs her tender cheek against the tree and sends bolts of pain through her shoulder, arm and back, but the gesture is still ridiculously tiny, so she does it again, with more emphasis this time. It makes her entire body move, her hips swing and Neji must get moving again.
The next slam takes her by surprise, and with only one arm around the trunk to steady her, her shoulder takes most of the strain and crashes into the wood and down, and for a brief moment Hinata believes it has dislocated.
"Or perhaps – you just – like – making me angry," Neji continues, punctuating his sentence by violent thrusts that make her knees buckle.
He finally releases his hold on her arm amidst his pounding, and Hinata frantically scrambles to get it back around the tree as the thrusts increase in intensity. She's pretty sure she's crying.
When Neji's angry at her, it feels like she's the only person in the world.
When she's too tired to do so herself, Neji loses his temper for the both of them.
10. Jutsu
Neji's startled gasp when Hinata pushed her fingers into his folds was bewildered, and breathy, and very, very feminine. She brought her head close to his head, giving his throat a long lick that ended following his collarbone. Neji’s hips jerked when she found his clit with her thumb.
She’d never figured she’d be attracted to another woman, but the jutsu was rather refined; the genital organs that came with her current physical form were hard as a rock, and throbbed when she experimentally rubbed Neji’s clit again. He let out a mewl that made Hinata change her mind about going slow and steady.
Really, she thought as she penetrated Neji with much stops and heavy panting, his legs awkwardly parted, if she’d known how accommodating he was going to be, she’d have asked him to be a woman an eternity ago.
Author:
runespoor7Rating: NC-17
Summary: Second set of the wannabe smutty drabbles.
Notes: 6 is for everyone who read the Return and went, “and what was Neji doing?”.
6. Regret
His bedroll is twisted around him and often he is already sticky when he wakes up. He slips away; nobody notices him. Shino's breathing is as regular as the quiet buzzing of his sleeping bugs.
He has a few minutes, which he uses to pump his shaft and clean himself up, turning away the images of Hinata that are all-too-readily presenting themselves to his mind. A few minutes away, even so many is dangerous, but there are always a couple of other ninjas watching over their surroundings, and Neji surmises it is better to get it over with and not let it fester and possibly distract him. He needs to be wholly focused.
When he comes back, the memory of her has stopped haunting his body anymore.
He waits for the first attacks to come, so he can prove himself he hasn't stolen precious sleeping time from a weapon Konoha needs. (Sometimes he is awoken by her sighs, which he judges unnecessary and undeserved. He knows full well she is dead.)
He has already tried serving two masters at once, and like Shino's palpable silences remind him when he is reminded of his teammate, he failed.
7. Broken
Hinata's mouth worked silently as if she was crying out, her hands grasping the edge of the desk in a white grip, the muscles in her arms and back tense to meet with Neji's driving.
Soon the leverage gave, and her arms flew over her head, fumbling madly for the other edge, knowing from experience that the position and Neji's unyielding thrusts would strain her shoulders and make them hurt afterwards.
The back of her hand knocked into something and sent it crashing into the ground – Hinata faintly registered the noise among the encouraging moans Neji was pulling from her – but she filed any concern away on the thought that an ANBU's desk shouldn't be cluttered.
Then he took a nipple between his fingers and tweaked, and Hinata really cried out.
8. Candy
"Neji-niisan?"
Hinata looked slightly nervous, her eyes fixed on Neji, who was feeling very smug indeed, down there with Hinata's thighs on his shoulders and his hands cupping her hips.
He smiled reassuringly at her. His inner Naruto voice was cheering.
"Yes, Hinata-sama?"
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, and Neji watched with amazed fascination as a blush rose to her skin, mottling her breasts and powdering her throat with pink.
Contrarily to what he'd have expected if he'd given thought about it, Hinata's timidity didn't seem to cover sexual affairs, and it was rare that she blushed when they were both already naked. Only when Neji somehow managed to gain the upper hand, really, which, he wasn't ashamed to admit, was far from happening as often as he'd have deemed proper, if, again, he'd had preconceptions about it.
Generally, Hinata just acted with a kind of reckless control, of curious boldness. It didn't matter who was on top at the time, because Hinata could actually be quite demanding even when she was writhing under him, and Neji just went with it.
But sometimes, there were moments when control wavered between them, when Neji would go still and gaze at her for a few seconds, and then Hinata would blush, suddenly self-conscious. It never lasted, though, because Neji was all too happy to relinquish the initiative to her, the first to look away, and lowering his mouth to hers when she pulled him down.
None of it explained how they had ended up in their current position.
It was far from uncommon for Hinata to be level with Neji's groin (and that just might be one of the reasons why Neji was so content to let her do as she pleased), whether they be laying down or standing or some position in-between, but the reverse had never happened.
Until now.
"You – hum. You…"
Hinata's voice was more high-pitched than usual, and definitely shakier. The muscles of her thighs were tense, but she wasn't taking them off his shoulders, and she had pushed on her elbows to be able to look at him in the eyes, but she wasn't turning away either, and Neji figured that was as good as he was going to get.
He firmly clamped the shark-like grin that wanted to distort his lips, and would undoubtedly make him look like a maniac. It would risk making Hinata bolt and that was so ever what he wanted to avoid at any cost please kami. He was just a little feeling giddy over what the future had in store for the next about, oh, say, fifteen minutes.
"I'm going to eat you out, Hinata-sama."
Well, he had managed a reasonably composed tone. Not quite the suave, deep and manly voice that should have melted her, but he was fourteen and it was already great that he hadn't finished his sentence one or two octaves higher than he'd started it.
Hinata squeaked, which was the ultimate confirmation, but otherwise didn't reject him.
Eyes wide, she slowly crossed her ankles in his back, wordlessly bringing his lips closer to her dark, glistening curls.
Scoooooooore! shouted his inner Naruto voice.
Neji found himself in perfect agreement with it. (But then, he'd stopped questioning the inner Naruto voice when it came to sex.)
9. Tree
The bark of the tree digs into Hinata's flesh, biting into her cheek and arms under one of Neji's more forceful thrusts.
Her arms are wrapped around the trunk for balance; when Neji thrusts more powerfully, her breasts scratch against the tree as well, and the scrapes burn, but she doesn't really focus on that. Neji has his hands squeezing her hips, his nails are better-kept than hers – somehow – but when they dig into her like this they feel as jagged as if they could actually tear her.
She realises she's making a sound when Neji pulls out, even as she knows what's coming next – and when he slams back into her and slams her into the tree she feels some bit of bark cutting the skin on her cheek. The cry that is leaving her lips comes out choked in the middle.
Neji hasn't uttered a word.
Then he stills, and Hinata takes the opportunity to catch her breath back. Suddenly aware of the night’s cold air, she shivers.
"Why do you keep doing this?"
Neji's voice is low, and tight, but still surprisingly controlled considering he's been fucking her into a tree. Hinata has no earthly idea where her clothes have gone to – he's ripped them off her, but she doesn't remember at which point – and the skin which has been scratched again and again on the bark is starting to hurthurthurt, but Neji's cock is still hard and there inside her, keeping her in place.
Something twists in her gut; she may feel boneless and broken, there's nothing she wants more at that moment than for him to start moving again.
"Do you even have a reason?"
She'd like to have the answer to that. An answer that might satisfy him, that'd make him understand.
No, she doesn't know either why she lets her father pretend she doesn't exist and talk to Hanabi as though she was already the heir.
She doesn't know why sometimes, she stares in her mirror and traces an imaginary seal on her reflection's brow.
She doesn't know why there are days she feels a thousand years removed from her team or from the future, and she can sit for hours on end staring at nothing but hearing in her soul the dripping sound of a water-blood clock, a countdown in her heartbeat to an event she's coming to yearn for.
She doesn't know why sometimes, at the hour the sun dies behind the trees, she stops in her training and listens attentively for the echo of the door to the Hyuuga compound, shut and locked for the night, and then she attends the clan's dinner, feeling empty and serene even as she's consistently ignored by her father.
She doesn't know why she doesn't look for Neji then, but mostly, when she's in that state she doesn't know why more often she does. Usually she'd be clawing at his back or etching strikes all around him as they sparred, but at that moment it feels meaningless.
His right hand grips her arm and yanks and wrenches it behind her shoulder. Prickles of fire shoot from her shoulder, extracting a gasp.
"Do you?" he repeats.
No, Hinata finds herself mouthing, her eyes scrunched shut. No.
She can't work up the ability to speak, so instead she shakes her head. It rubs her tender cheek against the tree and sends bolts of pain through her shoulder, arm and back, but the gesture is still ridiculously tiny, so she does it again, with more emphasis this time. It makes her entire body move, her hips swing and Neji must get moving again.
The next slam takes her by surprise, and with only one arm around the trunk to steady her, her shoulder takes most of the strain and crashes into the wood and down, and for a brief moment Hinata believes it has dislocated.
"Or perhaps – you just – like – making me angry," Neji continues, punctuating his sentence by violent thrusts that make her knees buckle.
He finally releases his hold on her arm amidst his pounding, and Hinata frantically scrambles to get it back around the tree as the thrusts increase in intensity. She's pretty sure she's crying.
When Neji's angry at her, it feels like she's the only person in the world.
When she's too tired to do so herself, Neji loses his temper for the both of them.
10. Jutsu
Neji's startled gasp when Hinata pushed her fingers into his folds was bewildered, and breathy, and very, very feminine. She brought her head close to his head, giving his throat a long lick that ended following his collarbone. Neji’s hips jerked when she found his clit with her thumb.
She’d never figured she’d be attracted to another woman, but the jutsu was rather refined; the genital organs that came with her current physical form were hard as a rock, and throbbed when she experimentally rubbed Neji’s clit again. He let out a mewl that made Hinata change her mind about going slow and steady.
Really, she thought as she penetrated Neji with much stops and heavy panting, his legs awkwardly parted, if she’d known how accommodating he was going to be, she’d have asked him to be a woman an eternity ago.
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