Update: Re-edit. (October 13, 2024)

Chapter Summary: Sakura has been warned. Can surges of raging hormones be suppressed?

Author Notes: Thanks for reading this far! I'm kinda stuck on how to wrap up the last part, I've discarded a few versions. Sorry for the wait. This story is just an excuse for me to write smut, so I won't keep you waiting any longer, I know you have. Put your seat belt on.

Prompt: NSFW, submissive Neji, body worship, multiple fetishes, heavy smut & eventual lemon.

Chapter 8 With You

As a grown man, Neji found himself stealing glances at Sakura's sleeping form as he carried her back to the Hyuuga compound. There was something soothing about the gentle rise and fall of her chest that made him feel oddly content. Kissing her in public had been a bold move, one that left him questioning his place in her life. Was he just a patient she cared for, a mission partner, or something more?

His loyal retainers helped the pinkette change into something more comfortable before easing her onto the bed. As he turned to leave, Sakura suddenly sat up and caught his wrist with a surprisingly firm grip.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, keeping his tone steady and unassuming.

"Stay," she mumbled, hugging his midsection with unexpected strength despite her hangover. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Nowhere," Neji replied calmly. "I just need to take care of your hangover first."

The pink-haired kunoichi searched his face for a moment before slowly relaxing back onto the pillows, realizing he wasn't planning on leaving after all. Neji sat down on the edge of the bed, accepting the cool cloth offered by a retainer and gently dabbing it on Sakura's forehead to ease her discomfort.

"T-Thanks, Neji…" She murmured drowsily.

"Just… rest up now."

Neji's loyal retainer watched the scene unfold with a keen eye, noting the unusual softness in Lady Haruno's voice as she spoke to their young master. The young Hyuuga, known for his reserved and disciplined nature, was rarely seen with any woman other than his betrothed. Recognizing its delicacy and possible implications, the loyal retainer ushered the other servants away, granting Neji and Lady Haruno some much-needed privacy.

With his retainers dismissed, Neji focused on calming the kunoichi. She clung tightly to him, and he gently adjusted her grip to ease her tension. He sighed, reminiscing about handling his sidekick Lee's drunken antics. As the unofficial medic of his team, he prided himself on his steady hand in such situations. This time, it was Sakura who had overindulged.

Neji rummaged through her medicine bag, quickly finding the remedies for a hangover. Though not a certified expert, experience had taught him well. With practiced ease, he administered each dose until they took effect. As her features relaxed and she curled into a comfortable sleep, Neji tucked her snugly under the covers before quietly leaving the room.

In the stillness of the night, Neji jolted awake, instincts on alert as a familiar chakra slipped stealthily into his room. A petite figure crawled under the covers, climbing up to meet him. The gentle pressure of her soft curves was hard to ignore, as strands of pink hair settled against his chest. He swallowed hard, hyper-aware of the body nestled against him. Instead of reacting defensively, he decided to see where this was heading.

"Neji! You up?" Sakura whispered.

"Well, I am now," Neji replied calmly. "Did you decide my quarters was the after-party venue, Haruno?"

Sakura propped herself up on one elbow, tracing his jawline with her finger. "Nah... came here 'cause I wanted to see you. Is that a crime?"

Neji glanced at her, curious but cautious. "Not at all. I'm flattered by the attention, but something tells me you're after more than just late-night chatter."

Sakura held his gaze with determined eyes that sparkled even in the dim light. Neji's face was serene and untouched by worry or battle —strikingly beautiful, she thought. His eyes reflected the light like moonlit gems, almost hypnotic. His hair spread out over the pillow like a dark waterfall, and his steady breathing made everything feel right. Her fingers traced lazy patterns over the fabric covering his chest.

She giggled softly, her words slightly slurred. "Alright, you caught me. I've got a proposition."

"A proposition at this ungodly hour? Should I be worried?" He played along.

Sakura edged closer until their noses almost touched. "What if I said I wanna spend the night here?"

Neji prided himself on his disciplined reputation—a pillar of stoicism not easily swayed by flirtation.

He remembered how he'd practically tucked her into bed earlier after ensuring she'd had enough water and medication to counteract the effects of the party before leaving her side. Yet here she was in his space again, wanting to sleep him.

"Sakura," he said gently but firmly, assessing her for any signs of uncertainty or embarrassment—there were none, just the lingering effects of the party and that drunken determination she'd inherited from the Fifth Hokage's mentorship. "You sure you're not still feeling those drinks? You had quite a bit."

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you," Sakura replied, a hint of defiance in her voice. "Plus, if I were drunk, would I be here asking for—" she paused for a moment before boldly finishing, "sex?"

Neji raised an eyebrow at her straightforwardness. "And what makes you think I'll just roll over and accept your... advances?" His voice was calm and steady, though his heart raced.

"Because I know you want this as much as I do."

"You're pretty confident of—"

He started to protest, but Sakura silenced him with a kiss that was anything but gentle. Her fingers tangled in his hair as their lips met with an urgency neither could deny. It was raw and intense.

Neji responded eagerly, taking charge as their mouths moved together violently, deepening it until they both broke away, breathless, and their lips tinged red from the intensity.

"Are you satisfied now?" Neji asked in a low voice that barely masked his excitement.

"Satisfied? Not even close."

Sakura let her hands wander over his body as she started to undo his shirt with growing urgency. Each undone button revealed more of his sculpted chest and obligatory-defined abs. As the fabric fell away, she trailed kisses down his neck and lavished attention on his chest. The Hyuuga let out a grunt when she grazed his pectorals with her teeth, leaving a trail of angry love bites, as if to mark her territory. She had wanted this for so long.

The room was dimly lit, casting everything in a warm, intimate glow. Neji and Sakura sat close, the air between them buzzing with an undeniable chemistry they both felt but hadn't yet named.

"Our chemistry at the party doesn't lie, and neither does your body, Neji," she teased, enjoying how his body reacted to her.

Neji's breath hitched as Sakura straddled him, trapping his growing arousal between her thighs. Her nightshirt barely masked her figure, and the cover slipped behind her like an afterthought. Her lips ghosted over his scars with a tenderness that made him question everything he thought he knew. His stoic Hyuuga demeanor threatened to crumble. Was she playing games or was there something deeper here?

"Sakura," he murmured hesitantly, "what's this all about?"

"You know, Neji…" Sakura said thoughtfully, "there's something 'bout you that's just... different," she slurred.

"Different like how? Like 'Kazekage' different?" he joked, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Ugh, not Gaara again. Why does everyone think I'm seeing him?" she huffed.

"People talk."

"Well," she replied dismissively. "They're wrong."

Sakura's assurance caught him off guard, but it also pleased him more than he'd like to admit. Neji found himself constantly torn between wanting more and holding back for fear of moving too fast. Whatever it was, he knew he had to rein in this unexpected attraction before it got out of hand.

"Good to know," he said slowly. "But my bed isn't for casual hookups. That's not who I am."

Sakura feigned offense with indignation. "Casual hookups? Is that what you think this is? What makes you think I'm easy?"

"Well, you did bring up sex pretty directly," Neji pointed out with a grin.

She laughed softly. "Okay, maybe it was just... the excitement of the night talkin'..." Her gaze turned more thoughtful as she searched his eyes for any sign of surrender. "But what if it meant somethin' more?"

"Then tell me what 'more' really means," Neji replied seriously.

"Just two friends seeing if there's something... special between us," she whispered, her hand gliding boldly over his thigh, the outline of his size made her mouth water as she stroked and tugged it gently.

This time, when her fingers brushed against the unmistakable bulge in his pants, Neji didn't stop her; instead, he decided to explore whatever this night had in store for them both—a choice he hoped wouldn't lead to regrets by morning light.

"I thought the party was over, but I guess not," Neji said.

"Lucky me, you're practically my stripper now," she giggled, trying to sound serious but failing adorably. Her fingers found their way to his waistband, and she gave his length a playful tug.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Haruno?" His voice held a mix of warning and intrigue.

Her cheeks flushed as she met his gaze. "Absolutely. I know exactly what I'm getting into."

Neji inhaled sharply, his initial reservations fading away under her touch. After all, he was only human.

"Alright," he said, giving in with a smirk.

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind for Sakura. She'd felt this pull between them growing stronger and stronger with each encounter. Her heart raced at the thought of finally crossing that line with Neji.

With a teasing pull, she loosened his sash and pushed his pants down. The sight of him made her heart skip a beat; he'd been the star of many of her daydreams recently. His full arousal sprang free, standing proudly on his stomach. Her stomach fluttered with a million butterflies, feeling both excited and nervous.

Breathing deeply to steady herself, she wrapped her hand around his impressive girth and gave him a few gratifying. She leaned forward to taste him tentatively at first but soon grew bolder as she took more of him into her mouth. God, he tasted good. She delved deeper, savoring every moment and inch of his tantalizing presence.

"Do you... feel good?"

Neji, usually the epitome of composure, managed a shaky nod. His stoic mask was slipping, and she relished every second of it.

"Is that a smile I see breaking through?" Sakura teased.

Emboldened by his reaction, she leaned in again, savoring each moment as she explored further. She glanced up at him, his involuntary soft gasps making him sound more like a winded puppy than the prestigious shinobi he was. It was more satisfying than she'd imagined, watching him unravel like this.

He gripped her head in place, pounding his cock deeper into her before releasing his seed into her mouth. He let out a low, guttural moan as he climax.

Sakura swallowed his release and then licked him clean, enjoying the taste that lingered.

"Did you enjoy that?" Sakura asked as she pulled back slightly to catch her breath, her face flushed with triumph.

Neji's face softened into a small smile. "Who would've thought you'd enjoy sucking cock so much?" he teased gently, coming down from his high. He was ready to do anything for her later and willingly complied with any wish she made.

Sakura chuckled softly. "Well, it's not every day I get to see you like this."

Without warning, Neji flipped Sakura over, pinning her beneath his lean frame, careful not to crush her.

Neji smirked, his eyes playful yet serious. "You've been causing trouble, haven't you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Y-Yeah, I guess I have," Sakura giggled nervously, her words slightly slurred. Her fingers brushing through his hair. "W-What are you gonna do about it?"

"I think you deserve a little payback," he replied haughtily as he gazed down at her with his smoldering white eyes.

Sakura trembled under his gaze, both nervous and excited, aching for his touch. "D-Don't just talk about it," she pleaded softly, fingers weaving into his hair.

"With pleasure. Get ready, Your legs won't stop shaking for a week!" With that promise hanging in the air, he kissed her deeply.

His hand moved deliberately to her clothed sex, and she whimpered softly as the lines between them blurred further. Neji had always prided himself on being composed and rational—but with Sakura, everything felt different. She had roused his baser instincts, and they had boiled over to his passionate, less sophisticated side.

Neji had always seen the pink-haired kunoichi as more than just a passing acquaintance. Tonight, he wanted to do it right. He brushing his fingers against her clothed core, almost groaning at how ready she was for him.

"Jeez, you're so wet for me. Is it okay if I keep going?"

Sakura nodded softly, her eyes reflecting trust and excitement. "Yeah... please."

With a careful touch, Neji helped her out of her clothes until she was lying before him—something he'd fantasized about countless times. She might not have the most generous curves up top, but her grace and lean elegance were mesmerizing.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his pale eyes full of admiration as his fingers traced along her skin.

Blushing deeply, Sakura replied softly, "You too." She let her hands wander over him before pausing in an intimate spot. Her touch reignited his arousal, making him even more aware of the moment.

Neji moved smoothly over her, planting kisses on her head and then down to her neck. His lips sucked at her skin, drawing soft sighs from Sakura. His mouth moved lower to lavish attention on each rosy peak with care and attention, lapping and sucking it gently at first but grew more intense as her moan encouraged him. He switched to the other side giving equal devotion before sliding down further.

Parting her legs wider for him, Neji buried his face against her center. He gave a long, tantalizing lick that made Sakura moan in approval, Neji knew he'd hit the mark. When he needed a breath, his fingers took over where his tongue left off.

"Sakura," he asked softly while working his magic with eager hands. "Do you like this?"

Sakura loved the sensation and was surprised by how skillful the man was despite his usual reserved nature. "Just... don't stop," she sighed blissfully.

With renewed enthusiasm, Neji intensified his assault, pumping his hand relentlessly until the kunoichi trembled beneath him.

"That's it, Sakura," Neji urged gently. "Let go for me." She did, with a gasp, clutching him as waves of bliss coursed through her.

"Mhhh…. ah!" she moaned, arching into him with delight.

Neji kissed her deeply, muffling her cries. When she finally relaxed, he leaned in and gently lapped at her clit, savoring her essence with his mouth.

Neji smirked down at Sakura. "You're quite loud, you know. I had to cast a privacy jutsu just to keep the whole compound from tuning in."

Sakura flushed, still wrapped in the afterglow. Watching him wipe her arousal away from his chin, the sight alone was incredibly sexy.

"I-I couldn't help it," she confessed before Neji captured her lips again, letting her taste herself on his lips. They pulled back, breathless.

"Glad to know you enjoyed it," he said, tucking a lock of pink hair behind her ear. Thinking they were done for the night, he started to shift away, but the pinkette pushed him back onto the bed.

"I did," Sakura admitted, but an emptiness lingered within her; she needed more. "But I'm not finished with you yet..." Her craving for him was undeniable.

"I thought I'd taken care of you already. Go sleep now."

She felt a familiar warmth building inside again—a need only he could satisfy. "Please, make me yours, Neji," she breathed out softly.

"Maybe we should take our time with this? Not everything has to happen in one night."

"I need you now… so badly," Sakura breathed urgently.

"How much do you need me, Sakura?" he asked, His voice was low and teasing as his own desire built once more, throbbing painfully.

"Desperately," Sakura gasped as she straddled him, feeling his readiness against her center once again.

Sakura took a deep breath, guiding him inside her. She took a moment to adjust to his size, then began to move her hips in a slow rhythm, savoring the sensation of being stretched and filled. Taking him deeper with each roll of her hips until she was fully seated.

She gasped, amazed at how perfectly they fit together. She can feel every inch of him throbbing inside her, so full, so fucking perfect. She had longed for this—claiming the reserved Hyuuga was worth every second of waiting. Gaining confidence, she began moving with intensity.

"Desperate for this, aren't you?" he teased with a smirk. Age had brought them wisdom but also an ease that made such moments feel right. Her tight hold around him was electrifying. His hesitations disappeared as he watched himself disappear inside her warmth, savoring every sound she made.

He reached up to cup her breasts as she bounced softly above him. Gripping her hips, he thrusts upward to meet her, chasing their mutual pleasure. Their rhythm was seamless and electric.

Taking charge felt natural. In a fluid motion, Neji shifted their positions without breaking contact. Now hovering over Sakura with a captivating smile that made her heart race, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders.

"More…" Sakura urged softly, digging her nails into his shoulders for emphasis as she wrapped her legs around him tighter.

"You feel amazing, Sakura. Watch me as I do this to you," he said hoarsely. His eyes held hers as if to command attention and validate his actions.

He removed just the tip before slamming back in a steady rhythm that had Sakura gasping and clinging to him. Each thrust was satisfying and powerful.

Sakura responded eagerly between breaths. "Yes—oh god yes—Neji! Harder… Don't hold back—I can take it!"

Neji picked up the pace, moving with a determined intensity. Sakura, on the edge of ecstasy, pulled him in for another deep kiss. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room.

As pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave, she gasped his name, "N-Ne-ji…"

Feeling her tightening around him as she climaxed, Neji knew he was close too. Suddenly aware they'd gotten carried away without considering consequences. He wasn't about to play the surprise parenting game if Sakura wasn't on board.

"Uh, S-Sakura—" he murmured with urgency. With careful restraint, he drew back just in time and finished on his own.

Sakura watched as Neji completed the act, leaving warm streaks across her chest until he emptied himself completely. Exhausted but gratifyingly satisfied, she lay back with a happy tremor still lingering in her limbs.

Sweaty and spent, they lay tangled in the bed together. The room was thick with the scent of their post-coital. Though unplanned, their tryst felt undeniably right in that moment.

Catching her breath, Sakura chuckled lightly. "You promised me leg-trembling ecstasy," she teased lightly. "And you delivered."

"Just wait till next week," Neji replied with a soft laugh, pushing his long hair back and reclaiming his composure. Glancing at the disheveled sheets and their shared mess before looking back at the pinkette, "I'll… be right back." As he moved to rise from the bed, Sakura caught his wrist.

"Stay," she whispered as she held him back.

"I'm not going anywhere, just getting something to clean you up," he assured her before reaching for a towel. "Or would you care to join me in the shower?"

Sakura blushed at the invitation and nodded with a smile. With that same smile mirrored on his face, Neji scooped her up bridal-style and carried her to the bathroom.

"My legs are definitely going to be trembling for a while," she admitted with a grin. She could hardly think or stand from all they had shared.

Neji smirked contentedly at her words; they were everything he'd hoped for and more.

Neji helped Sakura to the bathroom, his demeanor suddenly changing. He seemed distant, almost mechanical, as he gently set her on the edge of the tub and started the shower. He tested the water before joining her under the spray.

Despite his usual reserve, the Hyuuga prodigy appeared completely at ease being naked around her, as if they were a real couple. Her gaze lingered on his privates, her cheeks growing rosy with fleeting thoughts of recklessness.

"Thanks," Sakura said, trying to make eye contact. Neji's white eyes were elsewhere.

"No problem," he replied curtly, washing away traces of their earlier intimacy with a stiffness that contrasted his previous tenderness.

"Are you okay?" She asked, sensing something was off.

Neji hesitated before speaking. "I-I didn't mean for things to happen like this."

"Some things are better unplanned," she offered, trying to lighten the mood.

He shook his head. "It was careless. We didn't use protection."

"It's fine. I'm in my safe period and you did pull out," she replied patiently.

"I just never wanted it to be like this."

"Let's just be more mindful next time," she suggested, hoping to ease his worries.

The Hyuuga loved how she craved him, yet a knot of tension formed in his chest at the thought of another encounter. He hesitated, tension creeping back in. "I'm not sure there should be a next time."

Her heart sank at his words, Sakura stopped his hand from washing her body. "Do you regret it that much?"

"Sakura, listen," Neji said, struggling to keep his voice steady. "It's not about regretting our time together. It's about being responsible."

"Responsible?" Sakura's voice was soft but firm. "Am I just some mistake to you? A regrettable one-night stand?"

"No, no!" Neji replied quickly, his eyes earnest. "It's about being careful. I didn't want to risk an unwanted pregnancy." The thought of unintended consequences terrified him.

Sakura swallowed hard. The sting of him pulling away sharper than any risk they might face together.

"I'm not trying to tie you down," she snapped before instantly regretting her tone. "I just want to know if you're okay with what happened between us. If it's a one-time thing, fine, but don't treat me like I'm fragile."

Sakura bit her lip, hating how logical and reasonable he was.

Neji cupped her face gently. "I'm sorry. That's not what I mean," he said softly, his thumb brushing her cheek. "I care about you too much to put you through something we're not ready for—even above my duty."

"When have we ever shied away from complications?" Sakura asked, searching his eyes. "What we have feels right and natural. Don't you feel it?"

"I do. I overdid it," Neji admitted, pulling her close and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But my life is complicated right now, and I can't make promises that you deserve."

Sakura's lips thinned into a line as she turned away. Hurt and anger battled inside her. "Save it, Neji. I'll see myself out," she said before grabbing a towel and leaving the bathroom.

"Sakura, wait—"

But she was gone, leaving Neji alone in the shower. The running water was the only sound in the heavy silence.

"Well, that could have gone better," he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. He sighed deeply as he stepped out and dried off.

Relationships weren't his strong suit; battlefields were easier than bedrooms for him. He never meant to upset her; he just wanted to protect their friendship. Instead, he'd managed to do the opposite by complicating things further.

Tonight, had been impulsive; he should've stopped before things escalated. But his hormones had other plans. Or maybe he'll just learn to keep his hands to himself.

Fuck, he really messed things up this time.

Whatever happens, happens, Neji thought with a sigh. He really needed to do some serious groveling to fix this mess. Maybe flowers? Women like flowers, right? Or chocolates? Dinner? Ugh, why was this so difficult?

Now that he was unattached, Neji hoped to take things slow and get it right with Sakura. He wanted to give her time to process the changes in their relationship.

End Note: I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing them.

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