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"You have to receive tutoring at this point. Your grade is just too poor if you don't intend on dropping the course."

That's what Professor Shizune had told her that afternoon. Hinata had received the news with slumped shoulders, holding back tears as she looked at the F she had received on her last Calculus exam. It was a course required for her major. For her family. She couldn't just drop it.

And so, she'd signed up for a tutor, one she'd get to meet that very evening.

Before heading over to the library though, she'd cried a little in the nearest bathroom stall, too afraid to reach out to her younger sister or even her cousin who was attending a university not too far away. They would all express their disappointment, bringing up how she was a stellar student before she had entered university. Now it it had all gone to shit. She had expanded her horizons. Seen new things. Had new goals. Her family would never understand.

Hinata dabbed at her teary, pink eyes one last time before she went to the mirror to pull her hair up in a tight ponytail.

Everything would be alright.

She headed to the library and upon entering it, realized she hadn't spent as much time there as she should have. The whole facility was practically unknown to her, and she couldn't find the tutoring center for the life of her.

Finally, after scrambling for five minutes she found it, nestled in a more secluded part of the library. A red haired girl greeted her at the desk with a friendly smile. "Meeting a tutor?"

"I-I'm being assigned."

"And your name?"

"Hyuuga, Hinata."

She looked through the list for a second then rose from her seat. "He's here already. Follow me."

She was led through another set of doors to a quiet area with round tables and whiteboards. She didn't recognize anyone until they walked up to a table, Hinata's heart literally leaping in her chest.

Him.

"Itachi! She's here."

The brunet looked up, his face rather unsurprised. He must've already known.

"Thank you, Karin."

With a curious look behind her shoulder, the girl eventually pranced off, leaving the two to themselves.

Hinata stood there, frozen in her spot, gripping her book so tightly that her knuckles were white. Her face was already feeling hot as she tried to hide the shock that was creeping onto heh features.

She was absolutely mortified. What were the heavens telling her by bringing him into her life once again?

"You can have a seat," Itachi coaxed, turning back to the textbook he had already opened.

Slowly, she complied, taking a seat next to him, but with measured distance. "I...I didn't know you tutored Calculus," she said, breathlessly. Was he really a talented student?

"I do." He looked disinterested. Tired, even.

With shaky hands, Hinata dug out her worksheets and her own book, not wanting to pester the boy in any way. It seemed she'd done so enough already that night.

She could remember clearly stumbling back to her dorm the following morning, hair nearly in a disarray and a button or two missing from her shirt, and a constant wetness in her undergarments. Hinata had dodged any question from her roommates and had ran into the shower to repeat some of the motions of the night before.

While still in her recollection, Itachi asked, "Is there anything you're having particular issue with?"

She blinked once or twice, her mind slowly registering that she had just been spoken to. "T-This isn't helpful but...everything."

He looked at her from the book then, Hinata matching his gaze warily.

"I-I understand the first two chapters but everything after that…" she trailed off, realizing just how intense Itachi's eye contact was.

"Concepts build on another here. Why don't you review what you already know, and we'll go from there?"

She watched as he slid a sheet over to her, and she started to work on it.

Moments of silence passed, Hinata unaware of his constant observation until he spoke up. "Has everything been okay?"

The young woman paused, wondering if she should tell him the truth. "I'm okay, d-don't worry about it..." she lied, continuing to work even though the pencil lead snapped against the paper seconds later.

"Your eyes are red. I figured I'd ask."

She shook her head then, a hand clasped in her lap. "I don't want to burden you with my issues as I've already done so enough. So please—"

"I'm asking because I'm genuinely concerned. But if you don't want to share, don't feel obligated to."

And then she broke down, her lip trembling as she looked at him, tears coming to her eyes. Even if the two had pretty much had a fling and nothing more, Itachi was another voice for her, a wiser one compared to her friends.

"I…" her voice failed her, aware of the students that surrounded the two of them. "Could...could we go somewhere else?"

"Of course." The two stood, gathered their things, and went up to one of the upper floors where it was less populated and more quiet.

They'd found a table and arranged their things back to where they had them, but it was quickly forgotten.

"I can't focus. E-Even if I've been here for almost two months, I can't seem to adjust. My grades have never been this low in my entire life..." A tear slid down her cheek, which she quickly wiped.

"It's a more common problem than you think. You're not alone," he assured, placing a hand on her leg gently, though with some hesitation. "There's always a rough patch for freshman transitioning. Everything will fall into place. Give yourself time."

What Hinata had not told him was the pressure from her family. How they were taking full control over what she studied and not giving her the choice to explore her passions. Therefore, her disinterest reflected in her attention and made her more stressed.

There were also the many thrills and shiny things that were distracting her, thrills that she could've never experienced beforehand under her family's or teachers' close guidance. Drugs. Men. A kind of freedom. Maybe that'd make her look like a dumb bimbo and even more of a greenhorn than she already was if she were to admit that.

"I bet I look s-so inexperienced…" she said with a soft sniff, rummaging through her bag for a tissue.

"You don't go into these things fully prepared for everything." There was an inkling of a grin on his face, and Hinata became aware of the lone finger that rubbed at the soft skin above her knee. Most would've found it invasive, but she felt it was comforting. Her trust with Itachi was already fairly solid. After all, he'd touched her in the most taboo of places.

They grew silent after that as she slowly recovered, Itachi surprised at himself for consoling someone successfully. He always grew awkward when anyone even remotely displayed intense emotions in him. But with her, something was different.

A smile twitched on his lips eventually, matching the one on hers as her tears seemed to have cleared up.

"Don't hesitate to come to me if you have any more issues. You don't bother me. I promise." To him, it seemed as if she were walking on eggshells around him, and he couldn't quite get why. Of course he was intimidating, but especially after what they'd done that one night, shouldn't she be comfortable by now? Then it dawned on him once again that she was a simply shy and polite girl. Home-trained quite well, and kept her struggles to herself. The latter he shared in common.

Funny how he could pick that out so easily in others but couldn't correct it in himself.

The two resumed their tutoring session, which helped Hinata at least understand two more chapters and some of the current material. They still had much to cover, but it seemed she was getting the hang of it. Itachi could recognize her intelligence.

A couple hours later, they reached a good stopping point, and Hinata bowed her head in thanks. "Thank you again Itachi-kun. The teacher's so lousy, b-but when you explained it, I finally started to understand..." There was a gleeful smile as she realized her progress.

"It's my job after all." He waved off the compliment, though he appreciated it. "What will you do now?"

"Probably stay here. I have to work on a research paper." That was due the following day.

"Mind if I stay?"

"Not at all," she said, content with the thought of spending time with the man. He hadn't left her mind since after that party, and she was happy at the prospects of them becoming friends. With some added perks.

Once she had set out her stuff, she walked into the stacks to go look for a few books. Hinata was busy searching when she heard the familiar whisper in her ear, "You have to remember to stay quiet, alright?"

Hinata, already looking along the rough spines of the books, whirled around as she heard this, her eyes wide.

"O-Of course." She blinked a few times, utterly clueless to what he was planning. Her anxiety shot up in those passing seconds, though there was an added thrill to it all.

Itachi's face was mysterious in those moments, yet that glimmer in his eyes was an obvious hint of what was in store for her.

A heavy feeling settled in her gut as she turned back around, continuing to scour the shelves for a book that would be useful for her research. All the while, Itachi kept close behind her, casually, as if this was completely acceptable behavior.

She could practically hear him breathe, the heat radiating off of his body beginning to distract her. Hinata didn't particularly mind his rather looming presence, but it wasn't helping her get this assignment done any faster.

She had pulled out a book in the meantime and began to flick through it, observing its table of contents until she suddenly felt the rougher fabric of her schoolgirl skirt against her bum. She could no longer feel her soft underwear, but now, the subtle breeze of air.

"I-Itachi!" she was frazzled since the boy had proceeded to pull down her underwear, the frilly pink undergarment bunching at her ankles.

"Do you trust me?" he asked lowly, crouching down then, behind her.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked down at him, not knowing whether or not to excoriate him or concede to his actions. Obviously, she trusted him. It was only this intimacy that she was so unsure of, so inexperienced with. But Itachi had been gentle with her all the way up to this point.

"I do." She spoke this genuinely, her cheeks their typical flushed color.

Hearing that sparked a warm smile to come to his lips. He was glad.

Really, Itachi was always hesitant to show his brazen, sexual side in front of others(and oftentimes, was mutual), not wanting to be labeled as a pervert or a mere fuck boy.

But he really considered her feelings, and was relieved none of this was going entirely his own way.

As if he were unwrapping a present, he lifted up her skirt, revealing her bare pink folds before him. He consciously had to pause to swallow the saliva that was already gathering in his mouth. Hinata, unknowing to what was going on or what was going through the boy's head, simply shivered because of the cooler air of the library.

Hinata leaned against the shelf some to maintain her casual pose of looking through the book.

But with the next motions, she could not maintain her demeanor so skillfully.

Itachi ran his tongue slowly along her wet folds, a soft whimper escaping the girl as her back arched.

"Shhh..." he shushed her teasingly, his breath tickling her warmth. He knew full well that wouldn't be possible for the girl, and he planned to exploit that. Maybe they should get caught- Itachi wouldn't exactly care about losing his measly tutoring job. People have done worse on this campus.

His warm muscle continued its work, running back and forth within her slit, savoring her taste, her scent, her overall essence. He moaned against her, feeling himself even growing hard within his pants.

Her legs began to tremble, knees turning inward as time progressed, her lip indented drastically from the incessant biting of her teeth, nearly breaking the skin.

All the while, his mouth was practically making out against her sex like a hungry beast, lips pressing and sucking at her lips and the tip of his tongue mingling with sensitive, moist bits.

He craned his neck to allow his tongue to reach further to the front, enough for it to graze her clit. Such a simple flick of his roused a less inhibited yelp to escape from her. She was so close already.

"Itachi…" she felt her knees were about to give out, embarrassed that her body was reacting in such a way.

"Yes, princess?" he hummed, pretending as if nothing unusual was occuring, giving her wetness a few more rapid strokes from his tongue for good measure.

"What if someone... s-sees?" Hinata gasped out, a genuine concern of hers despite her mind being shrouded with lust.

"No one will," he said with marked confidence, giving her one last lap before pulling away from her, rather reluctantly. A soft whine left her as she had been denied an orgasm. He had determined that this was not going to be the focus of their session.

When he pulled away, Hinata scrambled sideways, a noise of surprise escaping her as she tripped over the underwear that were gathered at her feet.

Itachi really wanted to laugh, but he managed to hold most of it back. "You're silly." he said with a chuckle, holding out his hand so she could raise herself up.

Her face tinted pink, she stood up shakily. "Don't laugh…" She knew such a threat was pointless.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, sheepish grin and all as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Why don't you give me your panties so you don't trip again?"

He was still making a joke out of it. She playfully batted a hit upon his solid chest as she hid her face from view, Itachi continuing to laugh, though lowly for it to be allowable in the library.

"You really are a pervert…" It was the first time she had overtly made a joke with him. Itachi was pleased with this development in their relationship.

"I've never been called that before." He mumbled sarcastically. "I still want your panties."

She huffed, eyebrows furrowing in an intimidating manner, but Itachi could only akin it to an angry kitten.

"Keep them safe please, I really like these." Hinata reached down, raising her leg to disentangle the flimsy fabric from her ankle and hand it to the boy. It seemed like the right thing for her to do.

"Thank you."

Deciding not to entertain him any more, she walked further down the aisle in search for another book she deemed necessary for her research.

Naturally, Itachi followed at a leisurely pace, stuffing her underwear in a pocket and whipping out his phone from the other. All the while, he glanced up at her furtively.

"Itachi-kun.." she said this softly, contemplating her next words as she went back to her search. "Don't y-you have anything else to do?"

The question caused him to raise his eyebrows, but he knew she was just partially irritated. Irritated at how well he got under her skin.

"No. I finished all my homework, unlike you." There was a smugness clear in his voice.

Her shoulders drooped, defeated at his words as they were the truth. Damn him for being so perfect in the social and the grade department.

"If you want me to leave you alone, just say so." his voiced had lowered into a monotone now, making it hard to read any solid emotions within his words.

She hesitated at his answer, a soft sigh exuding her. "I-I just…"

Hinata was stressed. If their small study session didn't prove anything, then the sexual frustration that he had put her under had only made her more distressed.

In his movements as well as how he eyed her, she was sure he knew she wanted him. But again, she was too choked up to admit it. And Jesus, he was absolutely disgusting with it. And she liked it a lot.

"There's t-too much I have to do…"

"I can help take your mind off of it."

"Yeah, but…" she bit her lip, looking downwards then.

"You want me to help you with your homework?" He was asking the question incredulously. Their fields of study were markedly different, but even if the Hyuga girl was incredibly smart, he still knew many more things than she did about academics.

She shook her head. "Th-that's not it."

"I can't help you if you're vague Hinata." He liked her quite a lot, but this interaction was becoming tiresome.

"From a few nights ago…" She expelled a loud sigh, trying to find the guts to speak her mind. "I...told you about how I was..." The girl swallowed.

"A virgin."

She nodded, fidgeting with her forefingers near her waist.

"I assumed you wanted me to take you when you decided to go underwearless."

Just why did he have to say it like that?

"I-I-I just wanted to give them bec..because-" he had asked her to, and she couldn't imagine saying no to him.

A brow was raised in response to her babbling, Itachi not buying that excuse in the slightest. Hinata was a deviant little nymph-she just wouldn't embrace it.

Before she realized it, his arms had linked around her waist and she had been brought up against the nearby bookshelf. "I-Itachi!" A blush was on her face once again, lavender eyes refusing to meet brown as he stared down at her rather intensely.

"Admit it. You want me to fuck you here." She winced at his words, remaining silent. Her cheeks were incredibly hot, her fidgeting practically intensifying, shaky hands now behind her back because of their close vicinity.

"Well?" he pried more, determined, pressing his body against hers then. He felt a shudder from her small form and it said everything she wasn't willing to say.

A heavy sigh left her soft lips as she closed her eyes tightly for a moment, embarrassed at her own deviousness. Her horniness. Sure she was a slut, but all of a sudden it made her nervous when it involved Itachi. He knew her so well despite their limited contact- just the right buttons to push, the right words to say, the right way to touch her...

"Yes…" she admitted after a few more moments of deafening silence, her hands traveling up the front of his dark sweater, clutching at the fabric. "Please...please be gentle."

"Of course," he said smoothly, only half a second later pressing his lips to hers.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she greeted his gentle petals in a warm, yet passionate kiss, lips soon giving way to eager tongues.

Itachi's hands flew down to the hem of her blouse, hands traveling up her warm skin to the middle of her back.

Such tantalizing touches sent tingles up Hinata's spine, pushing her body more against his instinctively. She was starting to get used to these things now, and somehow with Itachi, compared to the other guys, she felt much more comfortable. Even if they hadn't known each other for long.

He continued cradling her back as they kissed, only pulling away when he heard the shuffling of winter boots against the library's carpet. He took a large step back as such footsteps drew near, noticing the blanched expression on Hinata's face.

It was the later hours of the night, not many people roamed these stacks during this time. As the lone student walked by, he gently took her wrist.

"Follow me."

The two headed to another part of the vast floor, this part having been abandoned as the lights had turned on during their approach.

Plant biology. He hoped no one needed a book from over here.

Once they had wandered some way into the stacks in the most distant part, he had started his attack again, this time by pushing her skirt up, lips ravaging at the soft skin of her neck, imbued with the scents of lilac and vanilla.

Hinata gasped as quietly as she could, arms linking around him for security as she was, once again, pressed up against a shelf. Her fingers traveled up to his hair once more, digits trailing the back of his neck, which made his hairs stand on end. Her touch was quite careful, sweet. And he loved it.

After leaving a few appropriate bites and welts on her skin, Itachi pulled back, working on the belt of his pants.

The girl waited almost nervously, seeing a dick less than a handful of times in her life. She blushed.

By then, Itachi had grown hard through the most abstract of ways. She really didn't have to do much to get him horny; quite frankly, her somewhat innocence presence did enough.

He finally released his needy length, Hinata eyeing him and wondering just how this would fit inside her.

"Don't worry," he assured her, "You'll be surprised of what your body is capable of."

He drew close once more, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

"You'll have to promise me you'll be quiet."

She nodded in response, anxious to what was to come. Would it hurt that bad?

He reached down to lift up one of her legs, allowing for better access to her neediness. Hinata's clutch on him intensed in order to retain her balance.

Teasing at first, he rubbed the head of his arousal against her womanhood, prepping the both of them, his body shuddering at the contact. Naturally she was warm, and goodness, he'd wanted to do this since he first laid eyes on her.

He wouldn't admit it, but ever since that night, he had recurring thoughts about the girl, innocent ones, lustful ones. Her quiet moans were one's he could not forget, and he had made it a goal to hear more of them. It was a blessing that they had been paired up for tutoring- perhaps, the universe was giving its approval.

Her body trembled in anticipation, her hips gradually moving against his movements in need, her eyes daring to look into his.

Itachi gripped her thigh, shifting just an inch closer to her. "Ready?" his whisper was hushed.

"Y-yes…" she said softly.

He positioned his cock against her, gradually inserting himself. More, more…

Her eyes widened once her innocence was broken, her nails clawing at his back underneath his shirt as she bit her already bleeding lip once more, failing to hold back a pathetic whimper.

Itachi paused, a soft groan leaving him at how tight she was. She was fertile, pure...not having been touched by anyone before. And that fact alone turned him on tremendously. However this time, he had planned on being gentle, not wanting to harm his princess. At least not yet.

He tilted her head up more, to capture her lips in a short kiss, promptly licking and sucking the blood off her swollen petals. "I'm sorry." He felt the need to apologize, even though such pain was inevitable for her.

She shook her head, her hands shifting to his shoulders. "It's...okay." The pain was still awful, almost as though she was being split in half, but she hoped it would be temporary.

The boy didn't make any motions to move for a few more moments, only pressing gentle kisses against her lips, in comfort. Then, he pushed more of himself in her, her walls cloaking him in a delicious warmth and tightness that sent him on edge. It was taking all of his willpower to not just pound into her recklessly—really, he had done so with other virgins in the past because he lacked the charisma and patience. But with Hinata...

The female whined against his lips, attempting to link her leg around his still clothed form. She felt she was ready for more of him.

He understood and started moving his hips back and forth at a slow, steady pace, enough for her to adjust to his size and the general intrusion.

With agape lips, she watched his face which was concentrated on his slick length moving in and out of her with no struggle.

A soft moan left her before she clasped her own mouth out of fear. Apologetic eyes looked into his, but his expression relieved their fears. It was warm, despite the inappropriate acts that were occurring. Her hand remained in place, as feelings of pain gave way to pleasure, a steady tingling sensation that began to gather in her core.

Sweat started to gather, exacerbated by their thick fall clothing, Hinata's back against the bookshelf causing it to creak back and forth lowly. "I-Itachi-kun.." she said breathlessly, practically clinging to him. "You..you can…"

"Faster?"

She nodded and bit her lip, her cheeks a rosy pink. It was already starting to feel good, and she wanted to see just how amazing Itachi was. Her friends had heard some raving reviews.

Itachi couldn't help but think her neediness was adorable. He was more than glad that he'd been granted permission to let loose. To really own her.

"Turn around." He whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead before he pulled away from her. She complied, feeling an inkling of embarrassment from being in such a position.

He re-entered, his chest now pressed against her back, pleated skirt bunched up between the two of them as he started moving again, a firm grip on her shapely hips. He was careful not to be too hasty or loud, as sustained contact would cause their love-making to be too audible. Still, it frustrated him, not being able to fully pound his girth into her.

Regardless, Hinata gripped the shelf in front of her as best as she could, pressing her mouth to the back of her hand.

Itachi looked down at her body arching up against him in desire, her curvy ass quite the delectable sight to drink in. Her hot, slick walls were beginning to make him lose his sanity by the second, further exacerbated by the slight trembles and the muffled noises that left her.

Fuck it.

With no warning, he fully pushed himself into her with a sharp snap of his hips. A muted yelp was heard as he continued moving even faster than before, not caring that the sounds of their slapping skin could be heard. He needed her to know how it was to be fucked by him, even if their circumstances had inhibited most of what he was capable of.

Itachi leaned forward, heated breath caressing her neck and ear as his lips found the fleshy skin of her ear lobe, sucking and nipping it as he continued pounding into her, a handful of books falling from the shelf from the constant shaking. As long as one didn't fall on them, he didn't give a damn.

Hinata was practically seeing stars at this point, the gripping of her hand futile as she moaned, sweaty hands barely gripping onto the wood and metal of the shelving. Their juices dribbled down her thighs as she felt her wobbly limbs give out, whining as it hindered his thrusts temporarily.

Luckily, Itachi quickly held onto her and pulled her up, his hands clasping the front of her thighs as he continued to ram into her without skipping a single beat.

"Hinata…" he felt himself sighing, approaching his limit as indicated by the heat gathering in his core.

"Where...where should I…"

"Inside me please." She whimpered out, urgent pants leaving her as she reached back and gripped at the fabric of his sweater with a death grip.

Her response shocked him. Had she prepared for such things by starting the pill? The thought in itself brought a smirk to his lips. She really was a horny little thing, something he could see himself playing with more in the future. Most importantly, Itachi could claim his territory by dispelling his seed in her. He would be the first to do so in her fertile little body and no one else.

His hand slid to her groin, a digit rubbing at her clit, and a near cry came from the girl had she not bit at her knuckle.

Her walls then tightened around him tremendously as she came, coaxing Itachi to release as well. He moaned lowly at the rushing of her liquids, his own seed mixing inside of her.

He leaned forward, pressing kisses to her sweaty cheeks and neck, burying his face against her temporarily as the two rode out both of their orgasms.

"How was it?" Itachi asked lowly, not bothering to slide out of her yet.

"A-Amazing…" she answered timidly, the crashing of reality reverting her back to her typical demeanor. She was once again, ashamed of what had just occurred—and in the library for that matter.

Hinata quickly pulled away from him, the feeling of his absence within her body causing her to shudder, perhaps with delight because of the liquids he'd left in his wake. However, she needed to go to the restroom.

"Do...do you think someone heard?"

"Mm. I'm sure of it." He glanced behind him through the shelves, a shadow suddenly moving away.

Hinata blanched, a feeling of lightheadedness coming over her.

They were quiet as Itachi drove her back to the dorm afterwards. It wasn't like she was uncomfortable; she was just exhausted from work, lack of sleep, and of course, their lewd actions. Itachi was keen enough to pick up on this, and did not bother to initiate any more conversation than needed.

Once they'd arrived at dormitory, he'd started through the parking lot to find somewhere to park.

"O-Oh Itachi-kun, you don't have to walk me up…" she finally spoke, feeling as though she'd burdened him enough today. Even if most of the actions had been mutual.

"But I'd like to. May I?"

"Of course…" she had no reason to say no to his politeness.

And so he'd parked, got out, and walked her up to the door. The night had grown chilly, and the wind had become forceful, so she had to walk while holding down her skirt. Speaking of which...

"Can I have my panties back?" her voice was hushed, mainly because there were other students nearby.

Through the faint light, she could see his eyebrows raise and a certain look cross his face. Please. No.

"I don't get a parting present?"

"Please…" she whined. Hinata really liked that pair.

He pulled them out and held them out to her on one finger, above her head. "These are really pretty, I quite enjoy-"

Hinata snatched the garment away from him and nearly darted off.

Itachi watched her stomp away with her head down, curious onlookers glancing between the two of them. And whatever was balled up in her hand. He couldn't help but smirk.

The little Hyuga was growing on him.