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A small story after war, this is pt. 1 of 5 based in two requests for #nejitenmonth2020.

pt 2 coming next saturday.

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“The talk”

little comic of 3 parts about a little talk between neji and his father hizashi in the limbo between life and death (have nejiten uwu)

Status: complete

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

“389”

Also named “the day after ep 389”, and is basically that lmao, tenten notices that one of his classmates has a strange headache, and in order to help him, she started to discover the most deepest secrets of one of the most famous clans in konoha.

Status: incomplete and in hiatus due to nejiweek, at the moment it has 8 parts

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

“Edo tensei neji”

Not a comic, but it have dialogues so gonna put it anyway

Part 1

Part 2

“Naruto and neji being good brothers in law having a talk at 4 am because YES”

The title explains everything hahajhajah, just naruto and neji talking post-narutothe last

Status: incomplete forever:’))))

Part 1

a/n: thanks lovely anon, of course definitely my boy is touch starveddddd

Warnings: smuuttttttt below oh and all the feels

Neji walked through the streets of Konoha keeping his fists clenched to his sides and his head held high. Around him everyone went about their daily, carefree lives where as he had a heavy weight on his shoulders.

The mission had been taxing both mentally and physically. In the end he and his squad scraped their way out alive and successfully completed the mission. he was always successful but this mission was different. It had awakened something inside him.

For the first time in a long time Neji had been truly afraid. Afraid of failing the mission, failing being a leader and failing to get out of that place alive. 

 All he could think about now was getting home—to you.

With an extra drive he began walking twice as fast. His heart leapt in his chest at the thought of seeing you. The thought of touching you. God, he needed to see you now. 

Only you could quell the darkness in his mind. 

There was a tingle in his hand as he opened the door to his home. The familiar anxiety swelled in his stomach as he stepped through the threshold. He almost gasped at the door slamming shut behind him. He had misjudged the strength of the draft. 

Neji stood frozen in the entryway, his body feeling almost numb. He barely registered his pack sliding off his shoulder and thudding onto the ground. Taking a deep breath he attempted to quell the anxious thoughts but his body trembled, his resolve breaking.

Then you were there in front of him saying something he couldn’t quite make out. 

Neji gasped as your hand touched his cheek. 

‘What?’ He asked, still stunned by your presence. 

‘I asked if you were alright.’ You repeated, voice full of concern. ‘What happened.’ 

‘I just...’ His own voice echoed, the anxiety inside him pushing to the surface. ‘The mission was...’ Another unfinished sentence.

You studied him for a moment, hands cupping his cheeks. 

‘I understand.’ You said, face flooding with recognition. ‘Come on,’ you said tugging his hand, ‘Let’s go and—’

Neji hugged you from behind with the full force of everything he had building up inside of him. 

‘I-I need you.’ His voice trembled. ‘Please.’

You knew exactly what he meant. It wasn’t exactly the first time this had happened. The entire time the two of you had been together this is how it was. 

‘Alright.’ 

Neji craved touch especially in times he couldn’t communicate through his words—he would seek out comfort through the only way he knew.

So you lead him to the bedroom with him not letting go of you once. He clung to you like he would die without your touch. In that moment you were the only thing keeping him afloat in his dark thoughts. 

Turning around in his arms you pulled your arms, with a little tugging and shimmying, and wrapped them around his neck. Your hands slid up and down the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling him so his forehead met yours.

‘Did you want to talk or?’ 

Neji closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

‘No talking.’ 

Then his lips were on yours.

It was a messy kiss, a desperate plea beginning to allow him to simply get lost in you and your touch. And grant him permission you did, kissing him back with passion that told him you understood. Everything was going to be okay.

Neji believed you of course—he always did. 

Without warning Neji picked you up in his arms and brought you to the bed. 

If he was in a sly mood he might have thrown you against the mattress and pinned your wrists above your head. But this wasn’t one of those moods. This was more vulnerable, more desperate so instead he settled against the mattress with you on his lap. 

Neji needed you to take the lead. 

And take the lead you did leaning down over him and peppering kisses all over his face and down his neck. His hold on you tightened, refusing to let go as though you would disappear if he didn’t.  

There was a whimper from Neji as he bucked his hips against yours. He was impatient—no—he was desperate. God, he needed your touch. All of you. 

With a gentle caressing of his cheek, you leant down and kissed his lips. It was gentle and the look he gave you was one that pleaded for more. And more you would give him. You would give Neji everything. 

Leaning back you removed your shirt and undergarments as quickly as you could. Beneath you Neji whined and pushed himself up against you again. He was getting hard and he managed to graze your sensitive spot. 

With a hiss you threw the clothing to the side. 

There was another impatient buck of the hips from him. If he wasn’t in such a vulnerable state you would have chastised him but there was no point. He was impatient and his emotions were going to explode if you didn’t do something to remedy this. 

You leant forward to unbutton his shirt managing to get it open. The second his skin was exposed you bent closer, planting longing kisses over his heated flesh. 

Neji shuddered at the contact. 

When you went to pull his shirt off he shook his head. 

‘Leave it,’ he said letting out a soft sigh. ‘Just get rid of the rest.’ 

‘Alright.’ You whispered, shifting so you could remove his pants and briefs before removing the rest of your clothes. 

Neji let go of you for a few seconds allowing you to manoeuvre but the second you were done his hands grabbed hold of you and pulled you flush against him. He was fully hard now and leaking pre, some of his smearing on your thigh. 

You reached down and gave him a few tentative strokes. 

‘Hurry.’ He said, pushing you onto you side and burying his face in your neck. ‘Please.’ 

The please melted your heart. 

‘Let me just prepare.’ You whispered, pressing a kiss into his hair. 

You snaked your hand between you and began preparing yourself. You tried to do it quickly, not wasting time. Once you were wet enough you inserted a finger, then not long after that another. You made quick work spreading yourself as to be comfortable enough to accomodate him. 

This was something Neji usually enjoyed doing himself but judging by the way he clung to you and rutted against you, today was not a day to revel in foreplay. You brought your free hand up to stroke his hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you touched yourself. 

‘Okay.’ You said, letting him know you were ready. 

In reply Neji held you tighter and buried his face further into your neck. 

Taking the lead you took hold of his erection and guided it to your entrance. Slowly you pushed down on his head, feeling it enter you. Neji shuddered on contact then began pushing his hips forward to assist you.

The second he entered you completely, Neji trembled in your arms. You continued stroking his hair and pressing kisses everywhere you could reach: his hair, his cheek, his ear, his shoulder. In turn he pushed closer against you as though hoping your skin would melt into his. 

Attempting to adjust you shifted and wrapped a leg around his side to push yourself closer. Neji moaned as you did, still sensitive inside you. 

Then after a few moments Neji rolled his hips gently against yours. A soft gasp left your lips at the action but it didn’t stop you from returning the action. Then it wasn’t long before the two of you were rocking against each other. 

The strokes were long and hard. Neji would slowly slide out of you then thrust back into you fast and hard. Never once did he loosen his hold and you didn’t dare let go of him either. He clung to you because he needed your warmth, your touch and honestly you were afraid of what would happen if you did let go. 

It wasn’t often Neji was this needy for your touch, even if he did always search it out, this was it at the most extreme. It was him at his most emotionally vulnerable. 

The two of you continued this steady pace, in no rush to finish but desperate to continue. It felt like forever once you began to feel that familiar feeling inside you, the one that tingled and stirred, letting you know that you were close. 

Judging by the way Neji shuddered against you with every second thrust you knew he was on the edge. His breath hot and ragged against your shoulder as he moaned and whined and begged for you not to let him go. 

And you never did. 

Neji violently shuddered against you, groaning as he came, hard. You continued riding him out feeling your own orgasm coming and then you were gone too. 

The two of you take time to come down from the high. 

Neji doesn’t dare move from the safety of your touch. Honestly, if you didn’t say anything he would stay there forever. But you’re both sticky and needed a bath. 

‘Come on.’ You urge, pulling him from your grasp. 

He is still very clingy, he needs your touch. He clung to you as you lead the two of you to the bathroom to wash.