Hinata One-shots(Requests welcome)

His Brother's Girlfriend

His Brother's Girlfriend (IzuHinaMada)

He sighed as he started setting up his room, he had just moved in with his older brother and had yet to even start unpacking. He took in the appearance of his room and sighed, he didn't want to do this in the slightest, but he needed to if he wanted to sleep. He started taking his clothes out of a box and began putting them away in drawers. He heard his door crack open, and he looked behind him to see that his brother's girlfriend was peeking in on him. "Can I help you?" he asked, and she blushed as she jolted and stepped back a bit.

He didn't know this woman in the slightest and was confused as to why she thought she had the right to just enter his room. He turned toward her and crossed his arms over his chest. He opened his mouth to scold her for invading his privacy, but the moment his eyes landed on her he realized why his older brother had chosen her. She was beautiful in every form of the word. Long ebony tresses curtained around her face and contrasted against smooth pale skin and white eyes that held the slightest hint of lavender in them. Her full pink lips were pulled into a small pout, and he wondered what it would feel like to kiss them.

He was lost in his thoughts when he heard her speak, but the sound of her voice snapped him out of them. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to come see if you needed any help. I know you're so tired from your trip." she said softly, and something fluttered in his chest, the urge to protect this woman at every cost, filled him. He offered her a hand and she took it gently and shook it. "Izuna." he greeted, and she smiled causing that feeling to rise in the pit of his stomach once more. "Hinata." she greeted, and he stepped away from his door to let her in. He ruffled his ponytail, and she watched him carefully.

"You can grab any box you feel like and start going through it." he said, and she nodded as she grabbed one and made her way over to his bed. She must have just come in from outside, he noticed with an appraising glance. She was wearing a little camisole that was loose fitting and didn't even cover her bellybutton when she stood up straight. His eyes wandered up her long legs and landed on the pair of tight little jean shorts that clung to her hips. He knew it was scalding hot outside, so that had to be the only reason for her to be wearing such a minimalist outfit.

He sat on the floor and managed to peek up the underside of her camisole as she walked past him. As if she caught him trying to catch a peek she blushed and held the item she was carrying to her chest so he could no longer see the mounds beneath her shirt. He knew it was wrong to be looking at her this way because she was his brother's girlfriend after all, but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't been with a woman in years, and he was desperate for attention at his point. He decided he was going to take it slow and see where he could take his little attempt.

He watched as she put all of his shirts on hangers and hung them up in his closet, her shirt exposing more and more flesh to his gaze every time she reached above her head to place things on the closet shelf. He just watched her for a while before he stepped over to her and pressed himself to her back, placing one of his statues on the shelf above her head. She didn't tense up or try to move at all. She just stood there, as if waiting for him to try something.

If she wasn't going to complain about his proximity, he wondered what else she would be accepting to. His large hands found her hip with one hand and the smooth skin of her belly with the other. She shivered under his touch and leaned back into him. A smirk crossed his lips as his fingers traced circles in her skin. He closed his eyes and listened for any movement in the house. The only sound he could hear was his older brother's snores from the next room.

There was something thrilling, knowing his brother was in the next room, sleeping. He brushed his lips over her collarbone from over her shoulder and she shuddered beneath his touch. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, his lips trailing up her shoulder to her neck the moment he had moved the curtain of hair out of the way. "You'll have to forgive me for this." he whispered, and she looked over her shoulder at him with curious eyes.