A/N: This has been written for Kinktober 2021 and today's prompt is Bimbofication ✨ Due to the nature of this challenge, I've only done the most cursory of proofreads.
Content Warnings: dubious/non-consent (not violent, but not kind and given when not of sound mind), unsafe sex, rough sex
How long is too long, he wonders. Hinata hasn't stirred in hours. She shows no outward signs of damage and when he'd examined her with his byakugan he'd found no internal injuries. The only sign of something off he's been able to find is a small, dark tangle of chakra, knotted up at the back of her neck as if to block something. Still, there's no way something like that should keep her unconscious for long, at worst it might impair her abilities. He just needs her to wake up so they can figure out whether or not the mission can be completed without calling for backup. He fights his feelings of frustration as she rests. Hinata hasn't been the timid girl he'd grown up with in years, she's gotten stronger, more capable, taken to her role of leadership within the clan better than most had expected. It's not fair to sit here with her and think if it were anyone else this wouldn't have happened. If it were anyone else they'd have gotten themselves out of harm's way and the mission would be completed, by now.
It's not fair, and yet, some part of him still thinks it. Feels it. Half-wishes she would stay asleep and never wake.
When they'd been teenagers, during the war, she'd come to him after he'd narrowly escaped death for her sake and promised that while she couldn't give him his own life back, his children would never bear the caged bird seal. Once she took her place as head of the clan, none would, not anymore. He'd appreciated it, of course. It was clear that she'd meant it, and she's stuck to it, abolishing the seal had been her first act as clan leader and she's spent a considerable amount of her time since personally enforcing the change ever since. At this point in his life, there's little more he could ask for and he's grateful to have had his life mean something if he changed her mind, but there's always a part of him, buried deep in his chest, which still rages. What about his time, his life? Who will give back what has already been taken away? He feels sick with his own selfishness, refuses to give voice to this part of himself. All shinobi are dealt an unfair hand, sooner or later, and the anger he carries with him is a weak indulgence.
He'll wait until dawn. If morning comes and she's still unwell, he'll send word to the village.
"Neji?" Her voice is quiet and confused when it rings out from behind him, he's by her side in seconds. "What happened?"
"You were knocked out, I brought you back to an inn nearby. We're safe, for now."
"My head doesn't hurt." She sounds dazed when she speaks, he hopes it's just the fog of a long sleep. "You carried me all the way back here?" It's a strange question. All shinobi are capable of as much, will likely do so, several times. It's nothing.
"Of course." She reaches out to place her hands on her shoulders and it's- strange. There's something odd in the way she's looking at him, the way she's moving. He feels unsettled. "I'll bring you something to eat." He says it mostly as an excuse to shake off whatever strangeness has filled the air, but as he stands to step away she grabs at the leg of his pants.
"Wait! Please, wait. Allow me to thank you." She's thanked him before, of course, even before the war she'd never behaved entitled as some of the main clan had, but this isn't that. Nothing he's done is out of the ordinary for any shinobi. Entirely mundane.
She reaches up to tug at the waistband of his pants and before he's processed what's just happened his back hits the wall opposite her, body having torn itself away on instinct. Across the room from him she doubles over, bowed with her head bent low, long hair pooling on the floor.
"I'm sorry. Forgive me. I-I never should have presumed you would want me."
"I'm- what-" His heart is jackrabbiting in his chest. Had she- was she truly about to- "Want you? What are you saying?"
"I only want to show my appreciation. If I'm not pleasing enough, I understand. You could think of someone else, or if you'd prefer a different method, please tell me, I'll-"
"What are you saying?!" He yells it, this time, unable to help himself. What's happening is- it's something he doesn't allow himself to think of. Somewhere even the darkest parts of his mind aren't allowed to wander. She folds herself impossibly closer to the floor, apologizing if she's offended him.
Neji breathes, does his best to clear his mind. Assess the situation.
"Please, Hinata, look at me." She listens.
"Neji-"
"Don't speak." It's inappropriate, he knows but- he can't think when she's speaking, offering herself.
He takes in her appearance, she doesn't seem unusually flushed, no sheen of sweat, she seems responsive, clear-headed enough. No tremors or injuries are evident. He activates his byakugan and still, nothing to be seen except the small knot of chakra at the nape of her neck. He knows it must be the cause, must have clouded her mind, somehow. Created a compulsion. He should get her to a healer, try to undo it but- he tells himself it would be irresponsible. Who knows what might happen if he takes her to someone else, in this state. They'll just have to wait it out. It's a lie he's almost able to convince himself of until he finds his feet have carried him back to her and she looks up at him with hopeful, wanting eyes.
She asks, again, that she might be allowed to show her appreciation and he knows he's going to let himself have this. He'll indulge the worst parts of himself and whatever happens afterwards- that's a concern for tomorrow. This time when she reaches for his pants he doesn't stop her, it feels like he's watching her from far away, like this is happening to someone else, right up until the cold air meets his flesh and he's pulled violently back into the moment. Reality. Ashamed to find he's already half-hard, though there's hardly any point to the shame of it, compared to what comes next.
Her hand is warm and soft around him and when she leans in to press a kiss to the head of his cock the sight of it makes him feel undone. With a soft sound she begins to mouth at the head of him, wet tongue and supple lips, the sensation isn't too strong but the reality of it, of her here, doing this as though there's nothing else in the world she'd prefer, he wonders at how he'll ever recover. When she finally sinks down over more of him the hot slide of her mouth is enough to steal the air from his lungs. There's some clumsiness, at first, and he has the thought that she's probably never done this before, certainly not much. Soon, though, she finds a rhythm between her hand and her mouth and begins to massage at the underside of his shaft with her tongue as she pulls her mouth back over his length, again and again.
She moans around him and he catches the way she squirms, clenches her thighs like just having his cock in her mouth is enough to get her wet. He aches to feel and find out, but not quite enough to stop her. When he buries his hands in her silken hair she pushes herself even further with a desperate, yearning noise and he sees tears gathered along her waterline when she looks up at him. The desire to push further, to see the tears fall from her eyes while her mouth is stuffed full burns bright and sudden enough to blind him to rational thought as he tightens his hands in her hair and thrusts forward. She chokes, gags, he feels the harsh exhale of breath through her nose against his cock as he allows her to pull back a moment before thrusting forward again. She makes no move to stop him.
Every time she gags over his cock he feels the fleeting contraction of her throat glancing over the head and wants more. He pushes her down again, forces his cock down her throat and stays there, this time. Savours the feeling of her throat fluttering around him, the choked, wet noises coming from her, the way her nose is mashed into his skin and wishes he could save the image forever. His superior, his life's purpose, his master choking on his cock, bringing her hands up to his hips not to push but to hold herself there, where she so wants to be as her chest spasms, body fighting to pull away as she refuses to allow herself reprieve. Tears stream down her face and he lets her go, pulling her off his cock to catch her breath.
She's still gasping for air when she dips her head forward to kiss her way down his cock and carefully lave at his balls. It's not something he'd normally want, but she's gentle, delicate as she always is with him, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the underside of his cock when she's done with a soft 'thank you' which almost has him spilling across her face. When she pulls him back into her mouth, this time, he knows he won't last much longer and thinks if all he'll have to carry with him is the memory of this, he'd like to make it a good one. Once he reaches the point where the tension running through him becomes too much, he pulls her back, almost laughing at the way she strains against his grip on her hair, like she can't stand having his cock taken away from her, and comes over her face and into her open mouth.
"Clean up your mess." The coldness of the words surprises even him, though the feeling fades fast in the face of her dipping down without question to carefully clean his softening cock with her mouth. Soft licks and gentle sucks along the sides of him, sighing contentedly as she works her mouth over every inch of him. When he pushes her away as the sensation becomes too much, she thanks him again, and he sees, once more, the way she squirms. Impulse overtakes him and he presses her booted foot down between her legs, she shudders, hands coming down over his foot as she bucks up against him.
"Look at you," He lets every moment of disgust, revulsion, bitterness he's ever held towards her taint his words, "What would the elders think if they could see you, now?" Hinata cries out and bucks forward again.
"Please-"
"Shut up." He bites. "This is just what everyone expected, isn't it? Only good for spreading your legs. You'd have been much happier like this, right here on your knees for me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes." She cries out. Her cheeks are red but her eyes never leave his. "Yes, please. I just need-"
"I don't care what you need." He snaps. "Just finish and go clean yourself up. This is pathetic." It's too much, probably all of this has been too much. But the way she bucks up into him, hips stuttering as a shudder wracks across her body with a choked sound, like she doesn't have the air to cry out, it's worth whatever price he'll pay.
When she's finished she thanks him again, apologizes for making such a burdensome display of herself and disappears down the hall to bathe.
He takes his own bath in the nearby spring and contemplates sinking into the water and never coming back up again rather than facing the mess he's surely made of his life. What if the jutsu wears off? What if it doesn't? Will she remember everything that's happened? Will she remember wanting it? Does she even, right now, or does it simply make her act as though she does while her mind screams out in protest?
Too many questions he doesn't know the answers to.
A wonderful aroma welcomes him back to their room and he finds that she's managed to locate a decent meal, laid it out over the table by the window, ready to be eaten. Hinata herself is sitting quietly at the table, wearing a thin robe only meant to be used as an undergarment, skin still damp enough for it to cling in some places. She's waiting for him before eating, he realizes. His boldness from earlier has left him and he seats himself opposite her without saying a word.
"I hope you're pleased with the food, it was all I could manage." There's an eagerness to her voice. She wants his approval.
"It's fine."
They make it through dinner and into their respective futons without incident. He wonders if perhaps this is it. Perhaps the jutsu has slowly worn off and Hinata is mortified enough by what's gone on that life will go on as normal. Perhaps they'll simply bury this and Neji will be haunted by dreams of soft skin and tear-stained cheeks for the rest of his life.
He's roused from his sleep by the sound of her moan as she pushes back against him.
"Please, please," Her half-whispered pleas streaming out into the night, "Please, Neji." He's already hard against her, tense all over with arousal which built while he was asleep. He needs a moment to think. What she's begging for- it's not like earlier. He knows well enough that this is more dangerous, that he'd be taking something she couldn't get back. He pulls away and sits back just off the end of the futon, tries to clear his head.
"Stay there." He commands when she moves to follow. She makes a noise of despair but listens, staying half sat up on her side, supporting herself with one arm while the other- fuck- while the other hand dips down between her legs. His mouth moves without his consent. "Show me." Obedient as ever, she immediately shifts to face him, still leant back on one arm as she lets her knees fall open, bringing her hand down with a sigh. He'd known she wasn't wearing anything under the robe but the sight is- she's gorgeous. Obscene.
"Will you touch me?" She asks, breathless as she pleasures herself. "If I do well enough will you use me?" His throat feels dry.
"Perhaps."
"Of course." She agrees. "I won't assume again. I don't deserve- have to earn it." She gasps, chest heaving as she finds a better angle. She's hardly even touched herself, fingers pushing back and forth against her clit, but she glistens wet like it's been hours. Perhaps it has, he thinks. Perhaps this is how she always is while under the influence of the jutsu.
The moon is bright tonight and he thinks in this small way luck must be on his side. He can see the slide of her fingers, the fall of her hair, the shape of her shoulders where the robe covering them has slipped down, threatening to expose her entirely. Everything he sees, displayed for him and him alone. He could have her if he wanted. Tonight, perhaps tomorrow. Not forever, but for now. He could know her body before anyone else has the chance, he could take something from her she can never get back, the same way she has taken from him.
He doesn't allow himself to think when he reaches out to grab her ankle and drag her down across the futon. She cries out in surprise but as soon as he's over her she's pliant and full of need, desperate want colouring every movement from the way she grabs his clothes near tight enough to tear to the way her legs hold quick around his waist like she's afraid he'll change his mind if she lets him go. Their clothes hardly pose an obstacle, few as they are, he pulls at the sash of her robe and she sits up just enough to shake it off her shoulders, they make quick work of yanking his loose sleep shirt over his head and dragging his pants down enough they can be kicked off.
When he drops down to mouth at her breasts she digs her fingers into his hair and moans. He can feel how slick she is against him and wonders if there's anything she'd refuse him, now, like this as he sucks at one of her breasts, pulling the nipple into his mouth and biting down sharp enough he knows he'll leave the indent of his teeth in her skin as she cries his name. Mouthing his way back up her neck he finds himself stopping at her jaw. A kiss- somehow it feels like too much. He marvels at his own broken logic but when she bucks up against him and the hot slide of her across his cock is enough to pull him back to the moment. He reaches down to line himself up and she brings her arms down around his shoulders as he pushes inside of her. She shudders in his arms as he finds no resistance in her body, slick and open with desire, as she pushes her hips to meet his, take him all the way in where he belongs.
Perhaps, given how they've grown together, trained together, fought together, it should be no surprise the way they fit together, nor the ease with which their bodies seem to share the same pulse, find each movement flows into the next easy as breathing, but this is the moment Neji truly realizes the scale of his mistake. It's not about whether she remembers, whether he's punished, ex-communicated, imprisoned, it's not about the shame or the cruelty or anything he'd known would come, it's about this. It's about how her body feels like belonging, like home, like his. It's about having this once and never again. About how his life will be empty, desaturated and without satisfaction without this.
She's whispering something into his ear that he doesn't want to hear, can't handle, so he redoubles his efforts. Pushes harder, faster, makes them both sweat, forces the words to lose traction on her tongue with the need to keep up with him. When her thighs clench against his sides and she throws her head back, fingers digging bruises into his back, he doesn't slow, doesn't stop, doesn't let go. He carries her through her orgasm, filled with the sudden urge to hold on just a little longer. Stretch this moment as far as it will go before it snaps. He knows, now, he'll heal her after this. No more waiting, no more of this, of her. It's become dangerous now in a way it wasn't- a way he didn't want to see, before.
His thighs are burning and he gathers her in his arms and pulls them both up so she's seated in his lap and holds her close against him. The pace is slower, deeper, and he buries his face in her neck to avoid the temptation of her lips as they move together. This time, when he feels her body tighten against his, he can't hold off, whole body clenching tight as he empties himself into her, hips all but stilled, paralyzed by the tight pull of his orgasm. They stay like that a moment as he slowly softens inside of her and he pants into her neck, trying not to think about the gentle way she runs her hands down his dishevelled hair.
A/N: This might be a ridiculous thing to say about a kink-based challenge, but this one came out much pornier than the previous days. Not sure what happened, there, but I think I really enjoy this pairing. Who knew?
I'll be trying to do a little one-off speed-write for a different pairing (all Naruto) every day this month.
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