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Naruto Kinks	By : AubreyWitch Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 3732 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hina/Neji, where the boy is feminized then pegged.
"Hinata-sama... if it bothers you, you should say something."

Hinata's pale eyes flickered, but she didn't move from her stance at the window, a hand resting demurely on the sill.

"How many birds do you see out there?" The heiress turned the full attention of her eyes on his face. "Neji-niisan."

She was reinforcing the type of their relationship, the impossibility, answering him in her own way, Why would it bother me to have you snatched away?

"Hundreds, my Lady. This time of year there are too many to count. They've gathered in flocks for breeding and to be fed in the gardens."

But, of course, she already knew that. Closing the drapes with a tug to the tasseled cord, Neji leaned in close his long, silky hair spilling over her shoulder.

"I have worked hard," he breathed, "to be recognized in my own right by the village and by our clan, but still I am nothing more to them than a trained bodyguard. If you were to say something of your own wishes--"

She cut him off at that, a delicate hand pressed to his lips.

To accuse such a thing was very bold. "And wh-what wo-uld you know-w of my w-w-wi--" Her face was a splotchy scarlet; she was angry and hadn't stuttered in such a way for a very long time. She was a woman now, not a scared little girl with a silly childhood crush. She wasn't the genin he'd tried to kill anymore. Finally she managed, "This d-displeases me. It dis-pleases me very much."

She'd meant his current behavior, but at her words, his shoulders sagged with a sort of heavy relief. He'd mistaken her words as a confession of her jealousy.

No. What did she care if he wanted to marry outside of the clan? She understood the appeal of blond hair and blue eyes, the appeal of not-Hyuuga all too well. But somehow it burned her up inside to think of him escaping, leaving her behind. It bothered her when he explained it was a power coupling for his own advancement, that it had no roots in love, that she could, if she wanted, order him to stay. That after this, he would no longer be allowed to serve at her side.

It burned and it hurt, but it wasn't jealousy because she had no right.

He had the gall to sweep her hair aside and kiss her neck, a feather-touch of lips. "St-op it," she said, and his movements went very still. "You don't kno-w what it's like to be me."

She was struck with the irony and shame that she of all people shouldn't say such a thing to him, but he only answered her, voice low and cautious, "You could show me, make me understand."

His lips never left her skin.

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After years spending the majority of their days together, Hinata had grown to feel comfortable around her cousin in a way one only felt when they both loved and trusted someone utterly with their life. Even still, she felt shy and embarrassed when they first started, Neji having changed into the more femininely adorned kimono. The double doors to her bedchamber were closed and locked, but neither of them were stupid enough to think that afforded them any privacy.

"Are you fully committed to this?" she asked softly as she ran her fingers through his silky hair, tying pale bows into the brunet locks.

It almost irritated her the way he blinked thickly mascaraed lashes at her impassively, achingly beautiful and yet so scarred on the inside. His face was just delicate enough that she knew he could pass in this manner for a mission and likely had.

"I will service my Lady in whichever manner she chooses."

"Service." Hinata snipped. She hated the implications of that word, that he could possibly think of their intimacy as a chore or a duty. And hadn't he planted the suggestion for this? "You think they'll turn a blind eye after I've become engaged?"

She couldn't keep refusing forever, and without her most trusted's support, she was sure to crumple under pressure quite quickly. He wouldn't be at her side anymore, why was she thinking that he'd even come around for that at all?

"Do you know what will happen to me?"

She smeared the rouge thickly onto his lips, her forcefulness a clear indication of her upset. He could have applied the make-up himself, she was sure--he was probably more skilled at it than she, but in a way this was his punishment, so she took satisfaction in dying those lips that had betrayed her.

"Pucker," she instructed him and then sharply slapped him in the face.

Maybe he understood a little bit now, what marriage meant for her.

Hinata blushed at her actions, but there was no turning back now--she ripped the front of her cousin's kimono open and pawed at his chest, scraping her nails into his skin and twisting his nipples. She made it clear what he meant to her. He was a possession, a plaything, and should keep quiet as she molested him. She shoved him back onto the floor mat, and he only shuddered a sigh, white eyes watching her greedily.

"Hinata-sama..."

"Please, don't speak," she corrected him. "You can't call me that tonight."

He couldn't because he was supposed to be her right now.

He pursed his painted lips unhappily at that, eyes sliding to the side, but he didn't say anything when she stepped over him and across the room. He laid still on the floor until she returned, naked save for the scarlet dildo and leather harness. It had actually been his idea, a way for her to gain confidence in the bedroom, but they'd never used it this way before.

As she dragged him up by a fistful of his hair, Neji could feel his heart quicken from a mixed sense of excitement and danger.

"Hime." Princess.

Even the pet name didn't work as she rubbed the cock forcefully against his lips. He moaned regretfully--for his own lack of control all of these years--and opened up, allowing her to fill his mouth completely. She thrust forward, and he moaned again when her hold in his hair kept him from pulling back. His hands shot to her hips, desperate for the contact and also to help steady her as she began to move.

It was hard work keeping his hollow eyes rolled upward, giving the appearance of being focused on his Lady completely (though he could have seen her otherwise, that wasn't the point), not gagging, breathing evenly through his nose, lips bruised and swollen. After a while she had him whimpering for respite.

Eventually, she relieved him, politely asking him to throw himself face down on the bed. He swallowed and exercised his jaw and without much emotion complied. Lying there, waiting to be used, he had a million things to say to the liege he'd chosen to swear himself to, but they tangled and trapped on his tongue the minute her delicate hand pressed into his back. If he could see himself, he wouldn't know what to think. This was the first time she'd punished him through sex, but somehow he felt more terrified that it'd be the last. This was her farewell parting. Hinata didn't play at what she wanted; for his choices, she was cutting him loose.

He felt like a sinking man, his skin cool to the air when she lifted his kimono and slid the lingerie panties free. He shifted to make it easier for her, his erection rubbing against the bedsheets in the process. Then it was trapped beneath the weight of his body to be stimulated only when she bumped him from behind.

He wanted to cry out to her at the thought, years of stifled obsessive thoughts all rising to the surface at once, but like always he bit his tongue. He could feel the pulse of her anger at his back, crashing against him like a hot tide--and she had every right. He'd been unfaithful, purposefully. He'd scorned her, made her jealous when she'd before felt only innocent love, but even still she wouldn't admit her feelings for him. Was it because of the mistake he'd spent his life trying to amend? The day he'd made her bleed?

He groaned deeply because she'd spread his asscheeks, and he realized now she was going to push in without any lube this time. It was a slow process and made him shudder and rip at the sheets. If she fucked him dry--it was that same agonizing feeling when she drew out of him, that sensation of riding the edge of pleasure and pain, but this time she added just a hint of lubrication gel, and it went in ripping a moan from him. He was already panting from the effort to hold still.

"My Lady--" he whined. How could she reduce him to such a thing? She was the only one who could make him writhe this way.

He wanted to watch her, knead those soft globes that were so much bigger than his hands could hold--but she obviously had other plans. She was telling him, and he already knew, in the Hyuuga clan, women weren't permitted such a role during sex.

If he was gone, if she was given away--

Her fingers jabbed into a pressure point just below his right shoulder blade, and he choked on his cry, his whole body straining uncontrollably, his back arched tightly under her touch. It was breath-stealing, and she didn't stop there.

She fucked him vigorously and hard, pounding him into the bed, and when he was close to coming, she leaned close with a hand pulling in his hair and whispered how he was going to carry her strong babies to term and learn how to sit there and shut up when there weren't duties to be done.

"You think you run this clan?" she told him, and her teeth traced the edge of his ear. She reached underneath the front of him, and he felt it, that icy chakra touch low on his base that meant an instant locking of his insides. He groaned, knowing he'd be unable to orgasm until the effect wore off or she reprieved him. "You're just an ornament at my side."

She went back to goring him after that, bumping him in weird rhythms to her own pleasure until he was sore and exhausted, his legs trembling when she finally released him and he soiled the bed. He sank to the floor, feeling overstimulated, his cock still ticking despite his emptiness. He wiped at his eyes and realized his mascara had been running.

"Hinata," he begged, peering up at the image of her towering over him, hands on her hips. Her stance was aggressive, but her delicate face was flushed with concern as she waited to hear what he would say. "Please. Order me to stay." Save me from myself.
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