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Mother Fuckin' Princess
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Everything about Menma's body screamed lewd, alongside her own, fidgeting against his weight like an impatient child awaiting her treat. Hips shift forward and back, recieving and letting go of that thick mass with each violent thrust forward. Opal reveled in their sockets, nearly losing sight for brief moments at a time, as nothing but white lingered along the crevice of vision and blindness. Her head was canted to its right, enough to retrieve Menma's bright eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Colored lips parted in a pathetic cry, the raw nerves within her sex screaming upon the pounding friction of connection and rubbing.
"Ah--Menma, Menma!" She called out once more, losing what bit of composure she had left within. Purple nails clawed their way into strong shoulders, releasing over each muscular bevel, only thus encouraging the motioning of lower parts as she felt that aroused twitch inside of her.
There was nothing more dear to her then this one, special connection. It was much more then lust and desire to her, it was entirety - allowing herself to let go and surrender herself to that one and only. Lids clasp down, covering her white visage temporarily, teeth seething into the skin of her bottom lip with enough force to draw out blood. She didn't acknowledge the cinnabar running down the corner of her face, but only the demeanor before her, writhing and struggling against the immaculate pleasure that came from her.
She could feel it, the tension in his body - it built its way up to the brink and was now about to spill over. Her body braced itself for the intrusion of liquid to mix with a concoction of her own, languid hips rolling into his orgasm with delighted vigor. Heat filled her entire body to the brim, a shiver passing down her spine as a loud whine emitted from those colored folds, reaching a climax in unison with Menma.
Everything about this release was sloppy and erotic, thick fluid leaking from a filled entrance, and staining the ground beneath with the aftermath of their passion. Out of breath, she smirked ever playfully, palms settling at either sides of his face.
"Tsk, where have you been all this time, hmm?"
“The Hell are you talking about?! You’re the one who up and left - where the fuck have you been, Menma?!”
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"A-Ahhhn.." With the sudden entrance, she felt her entire body writhing with that desire for aggressive friction. Her walls had adjusted well to the abrupt, and violent intrusion, squeezing around his thick mass tightly, engulfing that girth to her fullest brink. As his head fell over her shoulder, she felt an abhorrent disgruntlement. Petite fingers, traced along the broad line of his jaw, shoving that visage to face her own. "Look at me first." She wanted him entirely, soul and body. Though it may not be the same for him - she wanted nothing more then that connection. Opal hues became saturated in a tint of lavender, lust-driven motions of lewd hips pushing him out, then in. Repetitive motions of the same dance took place in brilliant unison. She could feel his need throbbing within, craving even more of that slick nature that she held deep within.
With their eyes now locked, she would formally move her hips in carnal gyrations, head falling back into the brick wall behind, leaning the weight of her body into his own, voluptuous breasts rubbing their persperating mounds against an equally perspiring flat chest. The friction against tender nubs is what drove her over the edge. "Me- Fuck, Menma!" She called out in a pathetic tone, lids wavering to keep open and keep that complete connection alive. But alas, they closed, giving herself entirely to the sensation being thrust deep into her. She felt high - a cloud nine effect taking over a once composed demeanor, lipstick dishelveled and smeared upon her lips from the intense kiss prior. Her eye make up was probably a mess too, but she didn't care.
It took a lot for her to let go like this - to surrender, but for Menma, she'd do anything. Sharp, colored nails stroked their way up the expanse of his muscular back, marring deep red marks into the dermis, making damn sure they wouldn't fade away any time soon. She wanted him to remember who he belonged to. With one final plea for more, she smashed their lips together once again, tongue sloppily meshing flavors together in a heated mess, saliva trickling down the corner of her mouth from the complete loss of self, losing everything to this pleasure.
She broke the contact of lips for the simple need to lean her chin over his shoulder, finding his strong hold to be both comforting and arousing, allowing her body to fall prey to her captor's thrusts and pounds inward. Everything just seemed to mesh perfectly, driving her to the brink of insanity - nothing could compare to the feel of Menma's cock stuffed deep inside of her, pulling in and out with that same desire for one another.
"Tsk, where have you been all this time, hmm?"
“The Hell are you talking about?! You’re the one who up and left - where the fuck have you been, Menma?!”
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Her now depressive nature was starting to irk the young heiress, brows knitting in twine with the equilibrium of her visage. Fangs bore through an angered snarl, dysphoria coaxing her entire countenance. "Defend yourself, damn it!" At first, she was simply testing her - to see if she had anything bright to say back. Surly the heiress of the Hyuga from another universe couldn't be that pathetic, right?
She was wrong.
Her voice piqued with disgruntlement and disappointment, colored folds parting for words to erupt. "If you keep putting yourself down like that, you'll eventually believe it yourself! Now ya don't actually think you're weaker then everyone else, do you? You're the fucking heiress of the Hyuga! Buck up and grow a pair, already!" She was becoming nauseous with this gentle-natured girl, seeing her own face reflecting upon her just added onto the sickening and overwhelming feeling to vomit.
Hinata was never good at cheering people up, but speaking her mind had always worked for her. Perhaps this female really was that sensitive. "I just don't want you slamming our name into the dirt with your weak nature." Maybe she should have phrased that differently.. but the words had already sputtered out in a fit of aggression. Palms folded, resting at the toned hips of her detailed body, figure showing buoyancy as a reaction to her downer attitude. "Please, just.. Learn how to stand up for yourself. I can't do it for ya."
"Ya like that Naruto guy, right? You like he'd like hearing you talk like that?"
Flinching from her counterpart’s colorful command, milky gaze remained along the gravel path for a few moments, lips caving into a deeper frown. In truth, she was much too reluctant to look the other in the eyes——to bear witness to the hate burning from her piercing gaze, the disgust that was laced within her mirror’s voice. The heiress hadn’t known particularly why the other disliked her so much; did she find her soft nature and kind personality annoying, something not meant for a Hyuga heiress, a clan leader? Was she considered weak as well?
I’m not TRYING to put ya down. I’m just saying it like it is, you know.
When hearing the other’s words, lavender crown had slowly lifted, allowing their glassy twin pair to meet. As a small pang erupted within the Hyuga’s chest, darkened brows pulled in together. This was not news to Hinata; she had known very well that such statements were true. She was not as confident as her fellow kunoichi or remaining clan members, and perhaps she wasn’t as great as say her brash doppelganger. This was an unfortunate burden, a constant reminder she so often heard. Even so—she was trying, progressing forth to make herself worthy of such a family, her friends, and herself. Didn’t that matter, at all?
” .. S-Saying it .. like it is? It’s .. a little degrading hearing that, don’t you think?” Inquired the heiress, nerves still bundled throughout her frame, “I know that .. I’m not as strong as everyone else, and.. it still hurts to be reminded of that, no matter how you say it.” She then paused, voice softening a bit more. “B-Be honest, you .. probably think of me as weak too, don’t you?”
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"Mmngh!" She winced with the sudden shift in positions, enjoying the feel of his raw, masculine form pressed closely to hers. Before she was even able to compromise it with lewd bucks forward, she was taken into his arms, legs left to do nothing but wrap about his firm waist. This, however only enabled her more leeway to grind her needy sex into his chest, wetten shorts covered in the secretion that he had inevitably caused.
Painted lips pursed with satisfaction before they assertively smashed into another pair, merging lips to twine in whole, her tongue delving deep within the crevice of his mouth in search for its twin. Menma's taste is intoxicating, nothing she could ever fully comprehend, but all the while fully understood. They were two halves of a whole, just waiting to become one. Hinata was growing impatient. One arm wrapped around his built frame, as the other pushed behind her, picking out a weapon for her to use to her own advantage. She was far too eager to wait for the pants to come off, so she decided to take the sharp kunai and carefully cut over the hem of her pants, leaving nothing but tattered leather shorts and a lack of panties to his view. She was ever lewd.
The lip lock never deterred, not for a second. She'd be damned if she missed out on Menma's flavor anymore. She missed it, if anything - craved it. The carnal need settling in as wet folds were spread for him to deem himself into.
She didn't hesitate to drop her weapon and eagerly begin to rub between the crevice of sex dripping its need to the ground beneath. Coaxing her fingers entirely in the essence of erotism, she parted their lips momentarily, forcing duel digits between his lips to give him a formal taste. "Fuck you and what you do to me."
"Tsk, where have you been all this time, hmm?"
“The Hell are you talking about?! You’re the one who up and left - where the fuck have you been, Menma?!”
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"Nee-san why do you look different?"
“Sorry kid, but I ain’t your older sister. I may look like her, but we are two incredibly different people.”
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"Then we should do something together."
”I kind of miss being busy, at least I had something to do.”
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"You're fun to play with." She exclaimed with mirth in her tone. The bite in Sakura's words were more then enough show of how much HInata's words and actions were getting to her.
"Oh, but my hand's have been on that cute blonde's cock, not to mention.."
She swept colored digits over purple folds, right eye winking. She didn't care if she appeared a whore, especially to Sakura. ".. this dirty mouth of mine."
“Don’t bring Naruto into this.”
✿——-Her voice was coloured with a sharp tone, as she hand imediately moved, flicking the hand of the other away.
“Keep your filthy hands of me! Who knows where those have been. Besides, don’t feel bad- no one likes bitches.”
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"What I mean is that you're not a fucking retard like the Shikamaru I know." She stated with the furrowing of each brow. Her lower lip protruded into a smirk, right palm resting at her hip. "And that makes you cute."
Intelligible half? Does that mean I have an ignorant one?
❝ What do you mean by ‘half’?❞
Calling him cute, how bold of Hinata. It was as if he was talking to someone who looked like her.
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"Don't get so fucking down, that frown of yours looks damn pathetic. Wipe it off of my face already!" Her resonance was filled with a distinguishable anger that flitted about her visage. Colored lips pursed in a frown, features disheveling from the inquisition.. and how horridly sad she seemed by the simple statement. "I'm not trying to put ya down, I'm just saying it like it is, you know." She stated with an upbeat tone, as if she was trying to cheer her up.
What a weak attempt.
Albeit, there was a hint of envy that coaxed her features as they twisted into a mixture of anger and understanding. She knew little about her counter part other then her soft nature and modest apparel. However, she still envied her - envied what she had. No matter how hard Hinata tried, she could not muster up any semblance of softness to her, nothing that even empathy could bring about. It sickened her.
“Now, now— you can’t believe that, not truly, anyway.” Hinata was well aware of her other self - knew the differences between them, both physically and emotionally.
“You lack everything I am.”
For now, mocking and demeaning seemed to be the most amusing route.
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"--Uh, yeah I'm Hinata." She responded with irritation in her voice, opal eyes fixated still on those red triangles. They were different, and something about his countenance looked like.. feline-ish. He certainly wasn't the Kiba she knew.
She threw her arms up in the air in defeat, getting absurdly fed up with these new counterparts that had been popping up everywhere. "Ugh, this is annoying as fuck."
Brows furrowing, he touched his cheeks, casting a confused look at the young woman. “You mean my clan marks?” he queried, an incredulous lit lacing his tone. “I’ve had these my entire life.”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously then, gaze quickly sweeping over her. ” ‘a course I’m Kiba. Are you Hinata?”
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"Or not at all - still feels like 12 PM."
Grumble.
”Time seems to pass in slow motion or something.”
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I’d probably
still adore —-you—-
with your hands
a r o u n d {my} neck.
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"Tell me about it.."
“Mondays are boring…”
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And if your heart wears
t h i n
I will hold you up
And I will {hide} you
when it gets too much.
I’ll be right {b e s i d e} you
Nobody
will
b r e a k
you.
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