Red Dress

Neji was the one in the semi-formal attire. You could pick him out in this crowd, because he was the only man that was still clothed. Sure, women had taken licks and strokes at the semi-erect cock that hung through his zipper, but there was always a man behind them and they were obviously occupied. Not that he minded, really. Orgies weren’t his thing.

It had been going on for about twenty minutes, a writhing, pulsing wet room full of heated naked bodies. Then he saw her. A brunette, striding through the tangled limbs on red stilettos, legs miles long and still hidden in a little red number. In a word, gorgeous. Minimal makeup, chocolate hair in two buns, a sensuous smile, she walked like a leopard, stalking him, circling. Neji followed her with his eyes, fully aware of the new hardness in his exposed length. He hadn’t had a drink since the party started. Her smile faded as she moved in for the kill. He felt her lips ghost over his own as she passed.

“Fuck me,”


Though he felt the syllables form on his wanton mouth rather than heard her whisper over the pounding music, that one simple action aroused him more than the frenzied couplings around him. She took graceful strides to one of the unoccupied spots beneath a showerhead, wetting her slinky dress. The strobe lights allowed him little glances of her, hands tracing lightly bronzed skin. Water fell across her face, dripping from her chin and trailing down her neck. His cock throbbed. She was powerful, beautiful, and she wanted him. He approached her, staying away from the water. Her hips circled with the music, wet fabric brushing the tip of his member with every motion. Then it struck him. This was Tenten. Somehow, it only served to arouse him further.

Tenten’s lips slid over his, fleetingly caressing his wanton mouth. His hand felt her pulsing hips, stoking along her side. It took some time before he noticed that his jacket was off and two buttons of his shirt were undone. A woman behind him started shrieking, and Neji’s only thought consisted of eliciting the same sound from Tenten. She kissed him then, fierce and real and her hand was around his cock. Not stroking, just pressing, squeezing and Oh God he needed more.

He growled hungrily into her mouth, not even caring that he had known this person since he was twelve, that this was the same girl that saved his life, fought beside him, trained with him, and smelt of sweat and copper and dusty silk. Now she was Tenten, the girl of his dreams, general and wet alike, the girl in the red dress that knew how to please him like no other, the girl that smelt of sex and spice, the only woman he wanted out of this entire crowd, and the only person that could ever have him by the balls. Currently, she was doing just that.

Pants around his ankles now, shirt off completely, Neji kicked his shoes into the pile and stepped under the water with her. She was soaked completely, liquid silk, a warm and wet body pressing against his through the rapidly falling dress. He pushed the straps from her body, freeing her entirely and baring her to his insistent caress. Neji took his time, drawing her close and offering his fingertips. Her naked hips rubbed slow and soft against his arousal, and his mouth began working little circles on her neck. Tenten whispered against his ear, pleading and promising.

A leg wrapped around his hip, full, firm breasts pressing against him, and a searing liquid core touching his tip. He hefted her up, gripping her by the hips and pressing that leg up to his shoulder, allowing calf to fall against his back. She was opened to him completely, and he felt the cold heel of her stiletto scrape lightly against his skin. Tenten was pressing herself into him, nearly penetrating as his head bumped against her entrance. He drew back, pressing circles against her clit, reveling as her enraptured image flashed beneath the lights, sex in still frames. Tenten pushed on to him, his cock slipping slowly into the slippery, constricting heat. The pulse around them quickened, and Neji threw his head back at the plethora of sensations, letting the water tumble over him. It pooled where their hips met, trailing over his slim chest and between her breasts. Her hands tangled in his ebon hair, cascading over his shoulders and back like the water that fell through it. Neji let loose a moan, pulling her hips down, deepening. Tenten cried out, moving her leg back around him, forcing him deeper. He struck something at the back of her sheath, a softness that made her writhe in his arms. Tenten throbbed around him, clenching heatedly as her hips rotated.

“Tenten,” he said against her mouth, groaning into her parted lips. Their bodies pulsed together, pressure rising fast, threatening to spill over. Neji withdrew, educing a gorgeous moan from his partner, and slid slowly back, relishing the tight friction against her muscled walls. It occurred to him that this was different from the activities around him. This was more than a flying fuck. He wanted to see her tomorrow and the next day, love her slow as he was now. Perhaps he would look into that later.

She met his gaze, both melting in his arms and searing Neji as well. He drew back again, faster, sliding firmly into the tender recesses at her center. Her hips met his thrusts, setting a new pace for the two of them, more urgent than before. Neji complied readily, using long, swift strokes. His senses clouded, leaving only the feel of flesh on and around him as she became unbearably tight. He hardly heard her cry of completion as his own rushed forth. Neji drew back fast, releasing over her breasts and stomach. It was rinsed away.

“Neji,” she panted. He felt her words against his shoulder. “I—“
Neji silenced her.

“I’ll be waiting by our apartment. If you’re interested.” He said softly. “I hope you are.”

(Two-shot? Let me know.)