Loose Tongue

Author's Note: This won't be a lengthy author's note I hope. I was looking around and could only find a few Genma x Hinata fics and none with a higher rating on ff.net. So, if you want something done right, then you have to do it yourself? I decided I would try to write one and this is what you get. I wrote most of it during an ecology class and through the week. No, Naruto will not be mentioned. There are mentions of KakaSaku and another crack pairing of InoxIruka. This is mostly just PWP, though I tried hard not to make it so. I didn't specifiy Hinata's age on purpose, just leave it up to your imagination. I realize this is kind of Au and they're probably both OCC, but I did try hard and this was written during school. I am rather happy with this as I tried to mature Hinata some, though she is still shy and kind of stuttery and with a complete lack of self confidence. I also hope that things don't feel very rushed betweent them. This is a one-shot after all and a crack pairing at that.

This is rated M for a reason or reasons. Graphic het sex mostly. I will not be held responsible if you are underage and reading this as I realize that ratings and ages apply differently to other cultures. So, be careful and all of that.

Also, feel free to review and give constructive criticism, that's consturctive not destructive like flaming. Feel free to point out mistakes in spelling and such as you see them, as this serves in the future to make me a better writer. Most of all, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters. No money is being made off of this.


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Loose Tongue

Genma Shiranui watched her dance with her friends, her shy and graceful movements contrasting with the more provocative of her two companions.

He chewed the senbon, deep in thought and strategy of how he would approach her. Her dark, almost purple hair spilled around her shoulders as her head ducked forward and she blushed. Her friends, two girls about the same age, one pink and one blond, tried to get her to grind against them.

“That’s a show,” one of Genma’s friends, Kakashi Hatake yelled as he pointed to the pink-haired girl. Genma merely nodded, only half listening to him. Pink may have been Kakashi’s color, but it wasn’t his. He watched the copy jounin’s back face him as he slouched across the packed dance floor.

Genma had been invited to the party and spent right until the last minute trying to decide if he wanted to go or end up at the bar drinking with some of the other proctors. He was glad he had decided to attend as he was watching the oldest Hyuuga heir dance. She had matured nicely in the years since the chunin exams.

Genma could see Kakashi stealing Sakura Haruno away from Hinata and Ino Yamanaka, grinding against her lightly. He had not had as much sake as Kakashi and his inhibitions about the girls were getting in the way.

Hinata Hyuuga was a beautiful young woman, not that she hadn’t been as a student, but she had grown into her awkward body nicely. Very nicely, Genma thought.

He smiled as he watched Ino try in vain to get her to attract attention from everyone, like she and Sakura had. Hinata laughed and back away, her face glowing from the lights. But what Ino didn’t know was that Hinata had already attracted the attention of someone.

Iruka Umino appeared a moment later, taking Ino’s hand and drawing her away as well. Genma noticed that he and Hinata were alone. He watched her blush and fumble awkwardly in the middle of the floor.

It was now or never. He needed to get out there before someone stole her away for the night.

Still chewing the senbon, he thrust his hands into the pockets of his black pants, heading out on the floor. She now had her back to him, wondering what to do now that she was alone.

Tapping her on the shoulder, he ask: “Would you like to dance?” She gasp, turning around to face him, blush painting her cheeks.

“Genma-sensei,” she smiled. “Yes, I would like to.”

“Just call me Genma now,” he told her with a smirk as he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him. She was warm, her soft womanly curves pressing against his trained body.

She nodded lightly, letting her head and hands rest on his chest. Genma noticed only then that the music had changed to a slower song.

Tonight she had abandoned her favorite white jacket, leaving her in her fishnet shirt. He had noticed earlier that it looked like she had borrowed a skirt from one of the girls; the short black material hugged her body.

Genma couldn’t help himself in thinking about how she would look without her clothing. He rested his chin on her black head. He was also glad that he had left his vest at home, following Kakashi’s advice, because it was easier to hold her tightly.

“Genma?” her soft voice cut through his thoughts.

“Hm?” he mouthed around the senbon.

“Can we go sit down somewhere?” He hid the surprise as well as he could. She still wanted to be around him?

“Sure.” He grabbed her hand and placed an arm around her shoulders, leading her away from the heat of the dance floor. There was an abandoned couch in a darker corner; he headed for it.

He allowed her to sit down first before he joined her, still keeping an arm around her. The party was a little quieter in the corner and their thoughts could form easily.

“Thank you,” she told him, her huge lavender eyes looked up at him. They were like pearls, so rich and perfect in soft color. Genma looked longer than he meant to.

“No problem Hinata,” he smiled.

“You know, I didn’t think anyone would come for me,” she blushed, touching her index fingers together like she had always done. “I’m really glad you did.”

“I had to, I couldn’t leave you out there alone. I didn’t want someone to steal you away.”

“You didn’t?” she asked, looking up at him again, her eyes full of wonder and curiosity.

“Of course not, as beautiful as you are?”

“I’m not pretty like Ino or Sakura,” she told him, her full pink lips forming into a sad smile. Genma could believe what had just come out of her mouth as she had crashing self-confidence problems, but he didn’t accept it.

“Hinata, you’re beautiful,” he told her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look into his chocolate colored eyes. “You’re just a beautiful as they are. Don’t say things like that.”

Those light eyes stared into his. She still held some kind of innocence about her. He loved that, since he had first seen her.

“You really think so?”

“Yes,” he said softly. The sake was giving him a loose tongue; otherwise all these actions and words would still be in his head.

Under the dim lighting, his fingers still on her chin but removing the senbon, he leaned in and kissed her very softly, feeling her supple lips against his. She didn’t try to move away or speak or protest.

He opened one eye to see her close hers and kiss him back. He must have been her first kiss. Maybe he would be her first in other things. He like the idea of that.

He lightly slide his tongue past his alcohol tainted lips to trace her clean. She unsurely parted the entrance to her mouth, allowing him in.

She was so sweet, like some type of candy treat. He moved his tongue around, trying to feel out every crevice before massaging her tongue with his.

He tried hard not to smile at her attempts to kiss him back. He could feel the heat of her blush seeping into his cheeks as well. Genma allowed his tongue to dart in and out of her mouth lazily.

They parted for breath, Genma watching Hinata’s face. She was blushing furiously, her lips glistening with their shared saliva. She was slightly tainted now.

Instead of speaking, Genma pressed his mouth back to hers, craving more. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman and never one like Hinata.

Her slender fingers cupped the back of his neck, one tangling in his dark hair. The senbon was forgotten in his lap as his fingers played with the ends of her waist-length locks, his arms around her waist, his body gently pressing her back into the couch.

She gasped into the kiss, but didn’t protest or resist. The grip on his hair grew tighter. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, Genma placing light kisses there.

“Ah?” The sound came out almost like a question. Genma slid his lips down to the strongest vein in her neck, leaving a trail of soft touches before his teeth scraped the pale and delicate skin.

His blood was pounding in his ears with every developing twist. One of his experienced hands moved to the collar of her shirt, so that he could have more flesh. The shirt didn’t give enough so he slipped a hand underneath the hem, feeling her stomach tense from the unexpected touch, her gasping.

She really was fresh and inexperienced. Genma couldn’t help himself this time as he began smirking against her neck. There was so much he wanted to show her.

Her stomach was flat and silky, his fingers tracing lines there as it began to creep upward. He traced the outline of where her ribs should be, just under her ample breasts.

He moved his mouth back to hers, swallowing the sounds as he gently cupped the mound of skin, rolling it in his hand. It sounded like maybe a moan.

Genma rubbed a calloused thumb over the hardened peak of her nipple, squeezing and pinching the skin. He released her mouth, gently kneading, listening to her soft moans and sighs.

“Genma,” she moaned, her eyes shut and her body highly sensitized. He smiled, pleased that he had caused her current condition.

“Hm?” His lips rested just above hers.

“Can we leave?” she asked, opening her eyes and looking at him. It struck him that they were still at the party.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” He removed his hand from under her shirt, helping her off the couch. They weren’t too far away from the back door of the house. Now that he had a taste of her, he wanted more. Holding her hand and putting away the senbon, they exited the loud venue, hitting the dark streets.

“Where would you like to go?” she asked.

“Where would you feel more comfortable?”

“My place,” she blushed.

“Alright by me.” They took off into the night. Genma had to admit her place was much closer. It was a one room apartment in a rather new complex; hers was on the first floor.

She smiled and blushed as she fumbled around with the key. Genma held her around the waist, kissing her neck and whispering things he wanted to do with her.

He could clearly see the blush and red marks on her pristine skin, caused by him. She was adorable. Her door opened with a squeak and they were in. She just barely locked the door behind them so that they would not be disturbed.

Genma lay her down on her bed, pushing her up so that her head could rest on her pillow. There was a soft lamp illuminating the room as well as the full moon.

She looked even more beautiful in her own setting, the lights giving her pale skin a soft glow. He poised himself over her, just admiring her looks.

“Something wrong?” she asked, looking worried.

“No, not at all,” he said softly as he leaned in and kissed her again, deepening it like before. He carefully held his body above hers, not wanting to crush her, letting his parted legs rest on either side of hers.

Hinata allowed her fragile fingers to tangle in his soft locks as she tried to draw in more of him. She pulled the slick covering of his headband bandana off, tossing it to the floor beside the bed.

She ran her fingers through his hair, alternating between gripping tightly and twisting the strands. Genma moaned into the kiss as no one had ever played with his hair.

No woman he had been with had ever made him feel as wanted as Hinata did right then. The few he had slept with had been on missions and such, hardly any of them seemed to really enjoy his company.

It had been more like a mutual agreement between them, exchanging one body part for the company of another.

But Hinata was really responding to his ministrations with sincerity. She arched against him as he bit her neck, not enough to break the flesh, but enough to surprise her.

“Genma,” she sighed, shutting her eyes in pleasure as he sucked the stinging skin. But still, he craved more of her. He wanted to see just how well she had developed.

“Sit up,” he said gruffly in her ear, grabbing her arms and pulling her to his chest. His anxious fingers moved under the hem of her shirt, gathering the material and pulling it over her head. He had known already there was no bra to stop his eyes.

He drank in the skin, the paleness of the mounds in contrast to the dark areolas of her peaks. They were full, like Tsunade’s. Hinata blushed, moving her slender arms to cover herself.

His hands grabbed her wrists to stop the motion, giving her a reassuring smile as he lay her back gently. He kept her hands above her head as he moved his mouth down to suck on the sweet skin of her collarbone.

From her mouth came delicious sounds of pleasure. He could feel the growing need in his pants to have her, but he wanted her to enjoy it first.

His lips moved to enclose over her left nipple, taking it into his warm mouth, sucking and nipping like the rest of her. She moaned and fought his hands. Liquid heat was gathering between her pinned legs.

“Oh Genma,” she moaned out as he switched sides. He smirked as he continued working her. He released her hands so that he could rub the other breast rather than leave it unattended to.

He found her fingers coming down his neck to the soft neckline of his black shirt. He let go of her nipple, moving so that she could run her hands down his tightly muscled body to the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head.

She smiled as she traced her fingers over the scarred flesh, feeling the anatomy of the opposite sex. Her hands were soft and he allowed her to take her time. Hinata reached back up and cupped his face, before grabbing one of his hands and placing it on her thigh.

He followed her fingers back to her mouth, kissing her as his hand slid up her thigh lightly. Her soft breasts pressed against his defined skin.

She parted her legs some, to allow his hand to crawl up further. He groaned into the kiss as she rubbed against his crotch, feeling the bulge.

He pushed the material up some as he quit straddling her. She blushed as his hand moved deeper into the dark space.

She was highly sensitive and jumped about every time he touched her in a new way. He found her fingers on his zipper though, pulling it down.

He reached completely under the skirt, expecting to find underwear only to come in contact with wet and warm skin.

“Hinata, have you ever been with a man?”

She flushed with color before she could answer “no.” Her head turned away from his.

“That’s just fine,” Genma told her. “I would like to be your first,” he whispered in her ear seductively.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He kissed her simply.

“Will you be gentle?”

“Haven’t I been so far?” he laughed. She nodded. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He kissed her deeply as his hand moved between her legs again, this time fingering the wet folds as he drank her moans.

He slowly parted her legs apart a little more as he gently eased his finger inside of her, just to the second knuckle, listening to her cry of surprise. He moved the finger around, inserting the digit a little deeper. She was so tight; he couldn’t wait to be inside of her.

Her juices were collecting on his finger. He removed the digit, moving it to his mouth and licking the liquid clean. Hinata watched, the blush growing darker.

“Tastes good,” he told her, moving so that he could get between her legs, pushing her skirt up her thighs so that her legs could spread easier.

“Genma, you’re not really going to are you?”

“Why not?” He had always wanted to try this.

“I don’t know, just it’s so…”

“Dirty? I know. Look, I think we’ll both enjoy it.”

“Okay,” she said her soft voice hesitant after a moment’s thought. Genma could see the shaven space, the pale skin matching the rest and her lower lips were glistening.

He moved in, gently placing his mouth there and sucking. She gasp as she grabbed for the top of his head. The juice squelched around his mouth and on his chin.

But it was sweet, so sweet. He lapped around the entrance, teasing her with his tongue. He could have restrained her with chakra, but he wanted this to be natural, as it had not taken a jutsu to get her at all.

Hinata moaned and her fingers tangled in his hair once more. He slid his tongue in some, feeling the space enclose on him lightly. He groaned, pushing his tongue in further.

The Hyuuga was powerless to resist. She arched her back off her covered bed, sweat beginning to cover the surfaces of her skin. Genma needed that skirt off.

He licked his lips as he sat up for a moment, fumbling with the zipper on the side of her skirt. She lay there panting and smiling at him. Her fingers covered his and the material parted easily. He slid it off her hips, tossing it to the growing pile.

He smiled as he could see all of her, before he started laughing. The girl looked hurt.

“What’s so funny?” she asked bravely.

“Shoes, I forgot to take off your shoes.” She blushed and started giggling. Sure enough, her shoes were there. Genma smiled as he pulled the standard black sandals off her feet.

“Genma, what about your pants?” she blushed.

“Oh?” He looked down at the unzipped article of clothing. “I’ll take care of those.”

“Can I?” She looked up at him innocently.

“If you want to you can. I’ll take care of my shoes.” He sat down on the edge of the bed to pull the sandals off to the side with the rest.

He crawled toward her naked form on the bed, but she grabbed him and turned him on his back. He was caught by surprise with the motion.

“Hinata?” he asked as he lay beneath her. She shyly straddled his hips, her hands on his arms. He could see her chest moving above him as she leaned in and kissed his neck. He never figured she would do something like this.

“J-just relax,” she told him as she moved back and started sliding his pants down his hips. His member poked up through his underwear, tenting the fabric.

His pants found themselves on the floor as Hinata’s hands roamed all over Genma’s body. Her movements were shy as she kissed down his chest to the top of his underwear.

Hinata hesitantly hooked a finger under the elastic and began to pull them down.

“You don’t have to do that,” he told her, sitting up.

“Are you sure?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Yes, I’m sure. Come here.” He grabbed her, laying her down on the bed as he straddled her and kissed her once again, their bodies rubbing together.

Genma rubbed his crotch against hers, feeling the wetness soaking through his underwear. She moaned, her pretty dark hair fanned out over the pillow.

“Hinata, are you ready?”

“Yes,” she moaned. He let go of her long enough to toss his underwear aside and climb back on top of her. He parted her legs and slid between them, pausing before slipping in.

He looked into her kekkei genkai, watching her for any sign of change, that maybe she didn’t want to do this; but there was nothing to indicate she didn’t want him.

He slid into her tight entrance, feeling the walls close around his pulsing member. She gasp, shutting her eyes and biting her lower lip. He must have broken the remaining bit of hymen.

He leaned in and kissed her lips as a few tears crawled down her cheek; he kissed those away as well.

“We can stop if you want.”

“No, just give me a minute,” she told him.

“Just let me know when you want me to go on.” She nodded and the seconds ticked by. Genma wasn’t sure he could wait.

“Alright, I’m ready,” she finally whispered. Genma slowly pushed the rest of the way in, right up to the hilt. He had never been with a virgin before.

She was very tight and it had been so long. He was having trouble not having his orgasm right then. He slowly pulled out before thrusting in again, taking things slow with her.

He watched her expressions change from pained to lusty as she eventually began to respond to him. He sped up slightly as her well-developed legs wrapped around him, trying to get more of him inside her.

Their sweaty skin slapped together as she moaned and arched off the bed when he hit a particular place inside of her. Her breasts bounced around and her hands gripped his shoulders.

“Genma!” she moaned. Her smirked, he was doing a good job. She was gasping as she met nearly every thrust. He knew he was getting close to his limit. “Please,’ she gasped. “Deeper, go deeper and faster.”

He was only happy to comply with her. He grabbed her legs and propped them on his shoulders, pulling her hips to his off the bed.

He threw his head back and groaned as he thrust in deeper, moaning “Hinata.” It wasn’t long before he would feel her tighten considerably again.

“Genma! Genma!” she moaned loudly as her fingernails dug into the sheets slick with sweat and sex. The force of her orgasm pulled him into release as well.

“Hin,” he grunted with his erratic thrusts, “ata.” He buried his face in her neck as he continued a few seconds more. Her legs slid off his shoulders as they both lay there and tried to regain their normal breathing patterns.

“Thank you Genma,” she told him.

“No problem Hinata.” He rolled to the side of her, pulling her into his arms. “Just rest.”

“You’re not going to leave?”

“No, why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, it was just a silly thought.”

“Yes, it was. Just rest,” he told her as he kissed the top of her head. She mumbled a soft goodnight and something along the lines of love. Soon enough, he heard her breathing quietly as he nestled beside her. It wasn’t quite love he was feeling, but he was sure it could turn out that way.

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