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char-lotteral · 3 years

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Caught Red Handed

Spy AU. Explicit. Menmahina. Mulitchap (maybe :p)

Sparring with himself had always been therapeutic for Menma. The adrenaline, the freedom, the blood rushing through his veins whenever he throws a punch to he bag or a kick to his inanimate opponent. He doesn't have to worry about permanently injuring his sparring partner nor does he have to worry about any damage of the sort because here in the empty gym, it's just him, the sweet smell of masculinity, and the battered punching bag receiving his hits.

"Mind if I join you?"

Magnificent. She was here.

Why did she have to pop up in places he so clearly didn't want her to be in?

"Yeah, no sorry. I have a strict routine I have to follow through." Menma throws another punch to the bag, mentally counting the number of strikes he's laid out.

Hinata doesn't listen to him though and makes her way in front of his target. "Pfft, what kind of routine? Are you some yoga instructor or something? If you have one spar with me, I promise I'll leave you with all your little play things."

"They're not play things." He replies aggressively. "Look, I'm practically used to sparring by myself, alright? Everyone in the fucking office knows I like to do my shit alone, you're just destroying my momentum."

He was expecting that she'd come up with another dumb retort about his momentum but what he wasn't expecting was her taking off her leather coat and throwing it in a pile on the floor, leaving her in a black tank top and fit leather pants.

Now, stoic as Menma was, he was a still a man.

And any man who wouldn't appreciate those delicious curves this woman had to offer, was either gay or in denial because damn she had them in all the right places.

What he also wasn't expecting was her clinging to the back of his punching bag, pressing her chest flat on its surface just so she could stop and stare at him with those fake puppy eyes.

"Menma, please. You don't have to hold back with me, I promise can take you. We can go as many rounds as you want, I heard your stamina was animalistic. I love that in a partner."

He had to blink twice in order to understand her. "W-What?"

"You know, in a fighting partner? Don't you like that in a fighting partner?"

Oh right. They were talking about fighting. Right.

"Uh y-yeah. Yeah. Fine. Just one spar and you're out of here. But you gotta leave me the fuck alone, at least until our mission, got it?"

She smiles so sweetly it makes him sick to the stomach. He watches as she makes her way towards the end of the mat, taking her stance as she prepares for their spar.

Her body was definitely a distraction but not that it could slow him down, he's fought with far more provocative women before and someone who looked like that wouldn't stop him.

Hinata makes her first move and charges straight towards him, to which he immediately captures her wrist and folds her arm behind her back, spinning her around just so he could tighten the hold until she was struggling flat against his chest.

"You were being too clumsy. You gotta find your center of gravity while you fight, you don't just let down your guard and strike at any opportunity."

She lets out a saccharine laugh and teases. "You're being awfully cocky. No wonder Tsunade assigned me with you. You'd die on the field because of that haughty attitude of yours."

As soon as she said those words, Menma tightens his hold on her wrist and pulls her body even closer to his, eliciting a little gasp from the struggling girl. "My haughty attitude? I'm not the one being locked in a tight position and faking confidence while being bounded to her opponent."

"Tell you what." Hinata manages to breathe out, her arms being folded tighter by the minute. "If I can get myself out of this position in the next second, I'll be the one leading our first mission."

Despite her struggle, he only tightens it even more. "Yeah, no. I don't care if you're from a big corps or whatever, I'm not handing you that position that easily.

He can discreetly feel the plump of her ass pressed softly to his thighs and it does wonders to his body but he gathers enough self-control to not react to the delicious feel of her back against his chest.

"Or maybe you're simply afraid of being beaten by wittle girl? Scared I'll humiliate your big ego, huh Namikaze? You can tell me."

He's not sure if she's doing it on purpose but the more she struggles against the restrain of his hold, the more she rubs herself against him, forward and back, upwards and down, the softness of her ass continues to press lightly on him.

"Stop that." Any more of this and he's sure she might feel something different.

"Stop what?" She asks breathily and continues to rub her ass against his steadily hardening erection.

Though before she could catch on to the subtle reactions of his body, he drops his ego and merely caves. "You know what, fine. Escape me or whatever. But just so you know, I'm not letting you go any time sooner.

His hold on her folded arms is locked and secure, now it seems she's struggling a bit more than earlier, the new tightened arm lock makes her gasp from the newfound pain. His hands are latched onto her like rope on a pole and he's positive she isn't escaping anywhere.

"Really now? Well... just so you know," Her breath fans his cheek in a lightest caress and oddly enough, it spurs him on even more. "I kinda like this foreplay of ours. Every time you make it even tighter me, my pussy gets wetter at the sensation."

Fuck.

Holy fuck.

And in the blink of an eye, the heel of her foot is stomped on his, making him groan out loud from the pain. She takes this moment of vulnerability and uncrosses her arms from the back, swiftly turning around to knee him hard on the stomach. Caught off guard and stuggling from the stinging pang of his foot and stomach, Hinata crouches down to the floor, sliding one leg across his standing ones, causing him to fall backwards from the loss of balance.

Menma falls with a thud, back hitting the floor from the impact. And as if to finish it all off, Hinata climbs on top of him, situating herself just a few inches below his stomach. She then positions her hand towards the column of his neck, mimicking a knife straight to his throat and just that in an entire second, he's harder than he knew he was capable of.

"Hey, I didn't realize you were cuter up close. You kinda look hotter from my angle."

He can't even process her words coherently. All he can see, comprehend and feel is her body resting atop his. Her legs planted beside his waist and the angle granting sinful tease of her chest.

"I win."

She says, almost as if out of breathe and the sound of her husky voice has him cursing internally for being so damn turned on from the arousing view above him.

Good God, this woman was going to be the death of him.

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