summary: congratulations, it's 2 am and you're covered in glitter and what you're pretty sure is tequila bottles. you're headed places, kid.
dedication: WRITING MY NICE FUN EVERYONE-GETS-DRUNK-AND-HAS-A-LOT-OF-NICE-SEX COLLEGE AU BECAUSE EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND DRUNK AND HAVING SEX AND LIVING. K. THANKS.
notes: so if any of you have read sincerely but never yours by alive in wonderland you would know why this particular TFLN had to be nejiten. and if you haven't read it, do so. right after you're done with this chapter. serious right now.
ps: i have a really hard time writing neji. because like. he's not cold just reserved, but he also has fun and he's just a really dynamic character that's hard for me to write. so i'm sorry.
warning: hi yes more smut!
pairing: nejiten
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the guy i was getting with last night took off his purity ring mid-sex and threw it across the room.
So she knew him.
Well, of course she knew him — it was Neji, her best friend's cousin, and someone she'd like to call her best friend (because they were definitely friends, ok) because all that time they spent together as the only two sane people on the dodgeball team with Lee in Gai's gym class during high school meant something, right? And ok, so maybe she's had just an eensy bit of a crush on him since they were, what, 12? And, ok, so maybe she's had just an eensy bit too much tequila and maybe her tongue was just a little bit loose right now.
Karin had ditched them to go fuck some guy she met at the bar. Hinata had gotten tipsy with them before she left in the arms of her boyfriend. After Ino had flirted with a guy she met and Sakura had gotten vodka spilled on her by different one, they had ditched her for the dance floor.
So here she was at the bar, with a shot of tequila on one side and an also-ditched Neji on the other.
"Y'know," Tenten says, and maybe her words just a little slurred, but she wasn't that drunk, really, "I've had a crush on you since like…middle school, I think? I dunno anymore…"
Neji smirks. Tenten was oh, so drunk. Sure, he was a little tipsy, a couple stronger drinks, but no where near where she was. She had only had a couple drinks, hadn't she? Did she just get this smashed this easily, or was she just really talkative after some alcohol?
"Tenten, how many drinks have you had?" he asks her calmly.
She knits her eyebrows together for a moment, before counting surprisingly easily on her hands. "Four, I think. Maybe three. I don't know. Feels like four."
Okay, just talkative then.
Well, Neji was a little drunk, too. So maybe he would indulge her.
"So why do you like me?" he asks with a smirk and another sip of his drink. It burns his throat on the way down but he doesn't mind it so much.
She chews on her lip and her eyes go up to the ceiling to think, and she just looks so damn…cute doing it. Which was, well — weird. Tenten was not cute. She was fierce, she was badass, she was fucking crazy sometimes, but cute? Not really apart of her definition.
"Well, I dunno?" she says after a long moment, that involved a changing of the song thumping in their ears, several sips of her new drink (which Neji had made sure was non-alcoholic) and dozens of weird facial expressions. "You're just, I don't know, Neji. You're dumb in a good way, y'know, like you're one of my best friends. Don't tell the girls I said that. And you don't question my weirdness and you're always kind of looking out for all of us and just…I don't know. Nobody thinks you're nice, y'know, but you are. But you just, y'don't give a fuck what people think. And I like that, and I like you. I dunno. It's dumb."
He didn't think it was so dumb. But he was a little drunk and so was she and well, fuck, who cared if it was dumb.
He kisses her anyway.
When he pulls away, he can taste the tequila from her pink lips, and she blinks her big chocolate eyes at him in shock. "Did…Did you just? Did you just kiss me?"
A slow half-smirk spreads across his face. "Yeah, I did. Do you want me to do it again?"
She grins, a sparkle in her eyes now. "Uh, hell yeah."
He had no idea Tenten was such a good kisser, really. Her lips are soft and mold to his pretty much perfectly. Her hands tangle in his (soft so soft wow) long hair and he plays with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck that didn't quite make it into her buns.
"C'mon," the bartender says gruffly, taking away their empty glasses and eyeing them with a tired expression. "I called a cab for you two. Can't make out at the bar, guys. Go home."
Neji is about to ask to call another one for her, but she interrupts him with a bat of her eyelashes — again, where did this cute thing come from — and tells the bartender, "Of course, we're so sorry. We'll get out of your way."
"Tenten," Neji hisses as she takes him by hand and leads him to the exit of the club. "Where exactly are you going?"
She turns around to stare up at him beneath her lashes, before smiling and saying, "Well, isn't it obvious?"
She kisses him, this time, and he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the kiss that makes his head feel cloudy and muddled. He doesn't want to do something she'll regret later, something he might regret later, even though he's been in love with her for God knows how long and this whole idea was all too tempting.
"You're drunk," he murmurs against her lips.
"So're you."
They kiss again, and he thinks her lips are far more intoxicating than the vodka he had been drinking.
Fuck it.
To: Ino, Sak
From: Tenny
hey so btw guys i went home with neji so im ok and if im not blame him k bye
To: Tenny
From: Ino
YOU CAN'T JUST SAY YOU WENT HOME WITH HYUUGA FUCKING NEJI AND LEAVE IT AT THAT WHAT THE HELL TENTEN
To: Ino
From: Tenny
shh only drunken sex now
To: Tenny
From: Ino
OH MY GOD I BETTER GET ALL THE DETAILS IN THE MORNING
"Your apartment's nice," Tenten murmurs against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Thanks," he says, voice low and almost gruff, and pins her up against the front door.
Their lips meet and their tongues tangle together and sure, they taste like alcohol and reek of club musk, but they're with each other and right now that's all that matters. She thinks that Neji is an amazing kisser, especially for someone who's never seriously dated anyone — and wow, speaking of those lips.
His breath is hot on her neck and oh, holy fuck did she like neck kisses. She tilts her head as he places open-mouthed kisses along the flesh of her neck, the junction where her shoulder meets, her collarbone. She shivers against him, and lets her hands run down his back and creep up under his shirt. His skin is hot and clammy — probably from the alcohol, she thinks — and she wants to run her hands over all of him.
She grins at the way his breath hitches when she trails her nails down his side.
"Impatient," he murmurs hot in her ear, threading his fingers through the belt-loops on her shorts and pulling her flush to him.
"Mm, well." Their kisses are sloppy now, but heated and passionate. "I have been waiting an awfully long time."
"Well, let's not waste any time then."
She lets out a low groan that she didn't quite mean to let slip when Neji suddenly grinds against her. The friction is pleasant but not enough, and she's beginning to notice the low throb from between her legs.
Part of her thinks that this is going all too fast, that it shouldn't be this way, it was supposed to be slow and sweet and take months and maybe even years — but another part of her says fuck that. Because whatever they ended up being, if they ever ended up being anything, they would not be normal. And they were doing things backwards and completely fucking screwed up, but that was how they were.
So she kisses him even harder, and when he growls because she bites his lip probably a little too hard, she grins deviously.
He picks her up and attacks her neck once more, and Tenten squeals but wraps her legs around his hips. She enjoys the low groan Neji gives when she rolls her hips against his and squeezes her legs, but payback is oh, so immediate. He bites the junction of skin when her shoulder meets her neck and she lets out a whimper.
"Sorry," he murmurs, kissing the bite. "Too hard?"
"It was a good hard," she reassures, following his example and kissing his jaw. "You can do that any time you'd like."
She finds that she's glad he's carrying her to the bedroom because her tight clothes are suffocating her right now and all she wants is for them to be off. She also really wants his clothes to be off, although for much different reasons. Well, ok, it ends up being the same reason, she guesses, because it all ends in sex—
Holy shit. She was going to have sex with Neji.
He drops her on the bed and hovers over her, body flush against hers. He's about to kiss her lips, her neck, her freckled shoulders and maybe pull off his shirt when he realizes she's staring up at him with her big chocolate eyes.
"What?"
"We're going to have sex, aren't we?"
He blinks. "That's why we came here, isn't it?" He pauses for a moment, before sitting back on his heels. "Unless you changed your mind."
"No," she says simply, pulling him back down to her and molding her lips to his. "Just processing, I guess."
"Oh?" Neji's cool eyes stare up into hers as he places hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. She doesn't look away, but bites her lip to keep from making embarrassing noises. "And why do you have to process that?"
"W-Well," she starts, finding it difficult to speak clearly with his warm fingers curling over her stomach and his hot breath all over her. "It's you, and oh—a-ah, um…" He bites the swell of her breast that's accessible from above the neckline of her tank top, which he's already pushed up to reveal the smooth expanse of her navel. "You're just, pretty mu—uh—ch perfect, I guess, maybe, I'm…" She gasps and clenches her eyes when his knee grinds at the spot between legs, and the pulsing between her legs without proper stimulation is starting to get a little unbearable.
He chuckles at looks back up at her. "It's ok, you don't really have to talk. After all, you seem to be having some trouble."
"Oh God, I can't think when you do this to me, ok?" she says, shooting him a glare that they both know isn't real because her eyes and thoughts are clouded with lust. "But you have to take your shirt off. Now."
He does so immediately, throwing the white t-shirt off and after a receiving an approving look from Tenten, pulls her tank off as well. Her skin is tanned from long hours in the sun, and Neji thinks her golden skin is absolutely gorgeous and doesn't hesitate to kiss it. When his lips trail down to lick a line down the right side of the V of her hips, he relishes in her strangled moan with a smirk and a tightening in his pants. When he bites said hip, he does not expect the way she flips them over and attacks him.
Apparently, she really found this biting thing really hot. Which he was a-ok with because while the biting part was ok, her reaction was really sexy.
Her fingers dig into his scalp in a pleasurably painful way, but he catches her lower lip between his teeth and drags his nails down her back. From the way she gasps, he thinks that she just might like that, too.
"You are really fucking hot," she murmurs as she shimmies off her jean shorts. "And you keep doing these really hot things and it's not fair."
His breath catches in his throat and suddenly his jeans are all too uncomfortable. He notices for the first time in the dark shadows of his room the way her breasts are almost falling out of her cotton bra. He notices that underneath the dark, sheer tights, she's also wearing a pair of black boy shorts.
They were so totally ordinary, so normal, but sexy in a way that could only be Tenten because in his book, she defied every single law of nature he knew. They were simple; they were her.
So he kisses her with his passion and his lust and his love and hopes she knows. He doesn't think she does, not yet, because her mind was as clouded with the thought of sex as his was, but the effort counted, right? He decides that he'll make sure she knows later.
He brings his knee up to rub against her and she shudders with a gasp. It's better now that her shorts are off, but it's not enough. Even so, she rocks back on his knee, her hips rolling just to get that sweet, sweet friction. Her fingers knot in the sheets next to his head, and his lips find their way to her neck where they suck and bite at her sensitive skin.
And then she realizes. Why the fuck was she humping his leg when his dick was right there and, judging by the bulge in his jeans, totally hard?
Tenten, though a little hazy by the way his leg grinds against her, runs her hands down his chest and pulls at the waistband of his jeans. He stops, for a second, almost stunned, and looks at her with what she thinks are fearful eyes.
"Is this okay?" she asks with a whisper. Her eyes flicker up to his, then back down to his pants, where her thumb rubs against the cool button. She tries not to notice the way her hand shakes, her mind suddenly clear from the completely real idea of sex with Neji.
It's not like she was a virgin. It was college, and she liked to have fun, so of course she had gotten some. (In her freshman dorm room when Hinata had been away— in a bathroom, once— against the brick wall when she had been smashed with something other than alcohol after a frat party but, that hadn't been consensual and she doesn't like to count it. She doesn't like frat parties anymore, either.)
But this was Neji. Neji, the guy who she'd had a crush on since middle school. The guy who she'd masturbated to a couple of times as a young high school girl discovering her own body. The guy who she'd practically given up on, because the mere idea of her and him ever was pretty much like the idea of traveling to Neptune.
Yet here she was, about to get on the spaceship and blast off to the depths of the fucking Final Frontier itself.
"Yeah. That's okay." Neji's voice is gruff and almost choked. She doesn't know whether this is because he's turned on or because he's just as terrified as she is, but he said it was okay.
She unbuttons his jeans slowly, cautiously, her eyes constantly flickering between her hands and his face. His eyes are closed though, and his chest rises with the same heady breaths as hers. Her heart pounds inside her chest to the same rhythm that her pussy throbs between her legs, and she bites her lips as she unzips his jeans.
He's hard and thick in her hands and the sudden groan from Neji when she palms his dick in his boxers makes a shiver run down her body. It was hot, and the idea of having him inside her was becoming increasingly more attractive.
She lifts herself up to sit on his lap and before he knows what she's doing she grinds down against him. She gasps and her fingernails dig into his shoulders; this was so much better.
"Fuck," he moans, hips bucking up instinctually.
He could feel her warmth and wetness even through his boxers and her panties. Not to mention, the much-needed friction to his dick, which had been sorely forgotten about for the majority of their…whatever this was.
He grabs her hips to bring them both together, grinding into her and her hips rolling against his.
Any trepidation between the two of them was gone, now — they were both ready. Really, really ready, actually, Tenten realizes, reaching back behind her to unhook her bra, tossing it off the edge of the bed. He doesn't miss a beat, not hesitating to take her dark, rose-colored nipple in his mouth.
Neji flips them over, hovering his hot body over hers, pulling his jeans off. He kisses down her body, flicking his tongue over her nipples, dipping into her belly button, before mouthing at the wet spot in her panties. She lets out a fluttering moan and digs her fingers into his scalp.
He stares up into her eyes with a smirk as he pulls off her panties. When he drops them to the floor, he blinks suddenly and his eyebrows furrow for a moment.
"What?" she asks, her breathing heavy and her lips tingling with anticipation.
He shakes his head before pulling something off his left hand and tossing it across the room. It ricochets against the hard wood with a distinct dinging sound.
"What was that?" she asks, with a raised brow.
A flush creeps out along his cheeks, and he mumbles his answer unintelligibly into her thigh. She grins. It's something embarrassing, and she loves embarrassing.
"I'm sorry, what?" Her voice is mocking. She's evil and she knows it.
"My purity ring," he mutters, still not looking into her eyes.
She throws her head back and laughs. It was cute, and it was somehow so Neji. Well, so Hyuuga, really. Hinata has one, too, although for the most part she still wears it because her father was supposed to think she was still a virgin. But it was sentimental in a real way, she knows. It was important, and it was important that he took it off for her.
She leans over and pulls him up to kiss him. It's long and slow but full of tenderness and what she thinks and hopes is love. His skin is hot and sticky with sweat and her hair is tangled and knotted in his hands. They both smell like lust and club, and their thoughts are heady with each other, but they take this moment and devote it to something a little more loving.
"It's sweet," she murmurs against his lips, "to know that I'm your first."
And what she hopes will be his forever.
Tenten wakes up to the sun glaring in her face and a pounding in her head. Fuck, her head hurt. She blearily opens her eyes, almost regrettably — the sun was way too fucking bright, ok — only to see Hyuuga fucking Neji staring back at her.
Holy shit.
This was a dream. This was a dream. This was a fucking dream because, hello, there was no way Hyuuga Neji would really actually be naked in her presence. Not only that, naked with her who is also naked. Because that implies they slept together.
And then the memories of last night come rushing through her head. Including the tequila, and the way they kissed all night, and the way she had moaned when she orgasmed and the way his dick felt inside her and —
Holy fucking shit. She slept with Hyuuga Neji. She slept with motherfucking Hyuuga Neji.
"Um," she says, blinking down at him, trying really hard not to stare down at his gorgeously sculpted naked chest and trying to not think about how her tits were so totally bare and uncovered right now. Oh God, was that his dick on her thigh? "Wow. Um. So. Things happened last night."
He gives her a small smile, but she can see in his eyes that it's soft, almost embarrassed and she thinks her heart is going to melt.
"Yeah, things definitely happened." His hand creeps up to intertwine with hers and oh God, why is she blushing; she does not blush, ok. "Do you regret them?"
She stares into his eyes and slowly shakes her head. "Nope. Wow, no, I do not. Not at all."
He kisses her again, and she thinks she could get used to this.
To: Ino; Sak; Kar; Hina
From: Tenny
so the guy i was getting with last night took off his purity ring mid-sex and threw it across the room.
To: Tenny; Sak; Kar; Hina
From: Ino
WHICH WAS NEJI BY THE WAY I THOUGHT I WOULD LET YOU ALL KNOW. SHE BONED NEJI. HINATA SHE BONED NEJI. NEJI. NEEEEJIIII.
to: Tenny
from: Sak
Know the Walk of Shame. Love it. Become it. Embody it.
To: Tenny
From: Kar
You hit that?!
To: Tenny
From: Hina
Ohmygod. Oh my god. You. You did the thing. With my cousin.
To: Ino
From: Tenny
you are going to pay. i swear it.
To: Tenny
From: Ino
love you too! xoxo
ending notes: wow i guess i just keep getting closer and closer to "real sex" every time i write smut. i decided to end it there because i wanted their chapter to be really sweet because of the backstory and because well, that's what sex with love is like. and it's horribly saccharine, i know, but fuck it, why not.