𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐧𝐞𝐣𝐢 𝐡.

𝟯𝟮 ❤︎

chapter thirty two ;; addicting

❝ So deep inside of you, m'love. Does it feel good? ❞

You were laid back onto your soft sheets, spine curving upward to create a pretty little arch in your back. Your fingers were covering your lips to muffle the sounds slipping from your throat with that fucked out, sweet voice of yours. Your eyes had been tightly shut, eyebrows narrowed.

Neji's calloused hands rested on your hips, his touch gentle despite the rough feeling of his palms. His hair was curtaining his face, but you could still see his concentrated expression. His cock was pushed deep inside of you, pushing against that sweet spot that sent you such a blissful feeling. The sweet spot that made your mind all fuzzy and your words incoherent.

Words weren't exactly enough to explain what he was feeling. The look in your eyes—, the look he knew you wouldn't give anyone else. The way you touched him, how gently you'd caress his skin, and how tightly you'd hold onto him when he made you feel good. It made his adrenaline rush. It made his breathing uneven, his heart race, and this weird feeling tingle in his stomach that only you seemed to give him.

"So beautiful, my love. I love you."

"I... love you more." You smiled softly.

"No way." He chuckled, moving his hands up to your cheeks, where he then leaned down to press his lips against yours.

He began to quicken the pace of his thrusts into you as he kissed you, lips sliding and smacking against each others. Your whines had progressively grown louder with his cock dragging against your tight walls at a faster pace, creating a quiet clapping sound resonating throughout your room.

He could smell your sweet fragrance lingering around your skin as you kissed him, hands wrapping around his back as your fingers ran through the back of his hair. He could feel as you tugged on it, forcing throaty groans out of his mouth. Your lips had a faint taste to them— vanilla, maybe. It was making him addicted.

He slowly pulled away, not failing to give you full kisses before completely backing up. He heaved a low sigh, watching as your lips trembled and eyelids fluttered as tears brimmed. Neji smiled softly, running his hands down your body as that soft smile had grown bigger and more arrogant.

He took ahold of your wrist, gently placing it on your abdomen.

"Do you feel that?"

"Mm... mhm... I f-feel it, Neji..."

"...That's me right there." He whispered. "So deep inside of you, m'love. Does it feel good?"

You nodded your head desperately, whining out 'yes' repeatedly as you drawled out your words. Neji could only chuckle, running a hand through his hair. As he got a clear view of you, he couldn't help but allow himself to admire and bask in your beauty. Gorgeous expressions, alluring eyes, delicate skin, stunning features, you were so captivating.

You were his. All his. You belonged to him and only him—, no one else. He had no intentions of leaving you, ever.

The way you moaned his name was so addicting, voice wavering and soft to attempt to keep your volume down. It rolled off of your tongue so prettily. He watched as tears began to stream down your eyes, the pleasure becoming a bit much to hold in.

Neji's fingertips grazed over your nipples as your tits bounced with every thrust, his hand gently grasping them before fondling with them. He could hear your voice—, soft as ever, whispering something. He narrowed his eyebrows, attempting to listen to your incoherent words.

He could only smile, hearing your breathy words as you begged him not to stop. You sounded so pretty, but you had no need to worry about him stopping. He was going to keep going until both of you were satisfied.

You felt warm, tight, and soft around him. The feeling was intoxicating, it was like he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. Hearing your sweet, dulcet whimpers in his ears was enough to make him cum, but he couldn't allow that. Not now. He wanted to see you first, to feel how you'd squeeze around him at your most vulnerable moment.

There was a slow drag of his lengthy cock against your tight walls, your pussy clenching around him and seemingly luring him deeper. The two of you were so needy, so fucked out, and eager to get to your orgasms, it was almost painful. But, if anything, it was a satisfying pain. It felt... good, in a sense.

He was desperate. You were desperate. It'd gotten to the point where he had to quicken his pace, your whines and his grunts becoming more recurrent and louder. There was a soft slapping sound of your wet skin making contact becoming louder, mixing with your pretty little noises as the sounds bounced off of the walls.

"N-Neji..." You mumbled, voice slurred.

"Yes, beautiful?" He breathed out.

"M'cumming—, f-fuck, don't stop—!"

And just like that, you were squeezing tightly around his cock, as if you were going to suck the cum out of him like that. He let out a sound—, one that was a bit too embarrassing for his liking, but you absolutely loved it. A groan, raspy and vocal, as he pulled out and his cum spurted all over your stomach.

His face was red from the heat, lewdness, and embarrassment. He panted, placing his hands on your legs to massage them a bit. You had an arm over your eyes, chest slowly rising and falling.

"That was fun." He spoke.

"Mm... hm." You agreed as you hummed.

"Are you feeling okay?" Neji questioned, expression shifting to one a bit concerned.

"Yeah... perfectly fine."

"Then, we should go again, my love."

- this chapter was made when i only had 5k reads and now we're at 128k omg wtf