A/N-Thank you so much for the reviews and responses! I hope you enjoy the latest. There's tons of smut and profane language *sigh*. Next chapter we get into the packing, Sakura reveals a secret and some of the men show up unannounced. Will update next week. Have a good week my friends.
Their mornings are never even remotely symmetrical nor cohesive. It all begins with the first alarm, the rambunctious blaring jarred her out of a peaceful slumber. Hinata has grown somewhat tolerant of the assult, no longer does she jolt up right in wide-eyed terror. Annoyed but accustomed to the raucous, repetitive, croaking of frogs in various pitches.
He deliberately chose the most obnoxious ringtone and it doesn't even phase him!
Naruto often slept right through the first alarm, leaving her to sort through her sleep-addled mind and irritably drag her languid limbs to his side of the bed. He was always submerged in sweat that soaked the soft eiderdown of their duvet, and she was never conscious enough to be disgusted about it. There was no use in trying to wake him either, he'd only insist that he has two more minutes. It's always two more minutes, even when he exceeded the deadline.
Once she's finally slung an arm over his shoulder, she extends even further until she's clenching the cool, rough edge of the nightstand. She groans, none too pleased about being awake long before she has to be. Inching her fingertips further along the varnished exterior, she bumps the sleek and chilled surface of a cellphone screen. Her tired sinews pop like the springs under the mattress as she recoils with the device, pulling the ear-splitting noise closer. The alarm maintains its grating effect on her nerves.
Naruto remains impervious to the noise, still nestled blissfully into the pillows. The man could sleep through the rapture and a DEFCON level two attack. An alarm seemed pointless, the only thing it succeeded in was waking her.
There were mornings where she suffers through the sound, knifing a look at her oblivious boyfriend, hoping the sound would eventually get through to him—or that her stink-eye was potent enough to penetrate his armored skull. Neither work. Sometimes she takes the easy way out and jabs the volume down a few notches, she glances at the time and says she'll wake him up in two minutes without the alarm. In retrospect, the latter proved to be problematic so it wasn't often she resorted to such measures.
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Green Light [Work alarm 1]
Alert: Minor
7:30 A.M
The phone is a chorus of croaks and vibrations. Hinata rolls onto her back and quickly puts in the passcode (that he doesn't know she knows) to disarm the alarm. The code is textbook, the most basic passkey of all-the last four of his social.
The croaking ceases immediately and so does the tension drilling into her temples.
She blinks through disoriented vision. The screen is bright and jabbing at her eyeballs, she winces, trying to adjust. There are dozens of text notifications and alarm warnings blotting out the background image; Hinata is biting Naruto's cheek, they're sitting in a hazy lurid setting, on top bar-stools. Naruto has one arm tightly slung around her shoulder in a proprietorial way, his eyes are closed and wisps of silver-grey curl around his half grinning lips. She scoffed. The hookah bar.
She looked no better; she had been cupping his other cheek, the stud speckled decor of her nude-coffined nails scintillating. Her body was angled uncomfortably inward and against him. Her bangs side swept, hair pulled from her face and knotted in a high ponytail that accentuated the features she often hid. Her eyes and forehead. One visible eye peered sharply into the lens with a clear message: He's mine.
Being jealous and plastered always brought out the animalistic charm, her possessiveness became the default emotion during those intoxicating nights. She had no idea why he had chosen this image to display to the world. She looked deranged and about ready to fly off the handle. She couldn't remember if she had puked before or after the selfie. The details of that night were a little murky. Whatever night that was.
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Yellow Light [Work alarm 2]
Alert: Moderate
7:33 A.M
The croaks began and she jabbed the snooze.
Die…damn amphibians!
"Hey babe, you're on yellow light, you're slipping man," She says, kicking across the bed to nudge his stomach with her toes. He remains immobile. She knew she'd have to take on a austere approach. "Babeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
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Someone is popular. She shot a cursory glance towards the screen just in time to see a message box drop down.
Teme[7:34 A.M]
I don't care. I won't be coming in today.
The epithet could only be awarded to one person, Sasuke Uchiha. Fitting that the first thing he writes in the morning is his lack of care for everything under the sun probably. The guy wasn't known for having a sunny disposition. He and Naruto were polar opposites of the spectrum. Hinata didn't feel one way or the other about Sasuke, they had never carried out a conversation as acquaintances despite how deeply they're rooted to the same friend-base. You'd think she'd have conversed with her boyfriend's best friend at least once but nope, the guy never acknowledged her on a personal level. Aside from the occasional nods of courtesy and contributing to random group conversations (more so everyone else and never Sasuke), she has never spoken to the guy.
It's always been something that's bothered her more than she wanted to admit. Sakura has always told her not to take Sasuke's behavior personally but it's been years now and he's never even tried to engage in a trivial conversation. It unnerved her. Naruto has always expressed that his friends were his family, and she knew it to be true. He was an orphan, orbiting through the system since he was a child. His biological parents left a few things to him but he's never truly known what it's like to have a family. Sasuke has known Naruto for years and his approval of her mattered. Especially now.
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Red Light [Work alarm 3]
Alert: Vital
7:37A.M
"Babe. Get. Up!"
She whined, disarming the third alarm and straddling him moments later, tossing the cell back on the nightstand.
The bedroom was still cast in darkness save for the light spearing through the tv. The interactive menu of the dvd continued its loop of music and a comedic scene of Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker screaming and plummeting from a tower of bamboo.
She began rocking her hips wildly, the bed grunting with each roll of her hips. It never took long for her to wake up and once she was, she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. She dry humped him longer than she should have. She was wearing nothing under his T-shirt and this all seemed like a recipe for disaster if he woke to realize.
"Two mom…just two more…I swear." he groaned drowsily, cracked lips agape.
"You've had that and then some, you can get two more minutes of sleep when you're dead," She teased, leaning forward, her fist pressed into the pillow on either side of his head. She rocked her hips experimentally, feeling her plump bottom jiggle slightly.
His eyes were still closed but his brows raised, there were angry red linen marks along his cheek. He groaned.
"I feel dead."
"People who are dead can't feel, so, you're still alive and late for work."
He laughed robotically, fingers carefully rubbing along the smooth, bare, skin of her thighs and beneath the shirt. Naruto gripped her warm hips and began to rock her against him, shifting her towards the prominent bulge stressing beneath his briefs. The moment she met its volcanic pressure a tremor took her unsteady spine.
"You dunno that, no one does, not even your dad. And even if I were dead, you could revive some parts of me," He whispered, eyes still closed, a smirk pulling at his lips. "You're a snake charmer."
"Yeah, well, they don't call it being dead for nothin pal. If people could still feel things after death, no one would fear dying and there would be adrenaline junkies around every corner. Soo, bada-boom, have some logic."
She babbled.
"Fuckin killjoy."
She felt that low rumbling chuckle beneath her as he continued his obvious ministrations. His thumb made gentle circles over her hipbones, the gesture has always relaxed her like a hot cup of cocoa while cocooned in a thick knitted blanket. Still, he always felt entitled to cop a feel first thing in the morning. She spoils him or he spoils her, either way they were both getting something out of this.
"Death is serious, there's no joy to be had."
"Really?"
She could tell he didn't care about the topic, saying, 'really' was only a way to keep her talking and distracted. Her legs shook, knees buried on either side of his hips.
The latched hands at her hips heaved her along the knotted length of him. Her heart faltered minutely, skin broke out into a searing sweat.
"Oh my god, you're insatiable, persistent and you're seriously going to be late." She warned, her skin tangled. She groaned weakly when she felt his fingers splay against her ass—and grope around her, bracing her repeatedly. He thrusted his hips off the mattress to grind deeper into her. The contact was thorough, paralyzing and urgent. She could feel him through his briefs; hard, throbbing and ready.
"Don't care, unless I get us off, this is all that's gonna be on my mind anyway. I'll blame you when they ask about my frequent trips to the restroom. You know, I'm not ashamed to admit that I need release at work, you're always on my mind Hina."
Hina.
She liked how he drawled the name, how it held a weight even though it had only been two letters shy of her real name. It was a desperate plea to touch her inside and out. Normally, after the alarms bombarded her and she fussed at him about it, he sets off grouchily on a mission to make up for lost time and hurry to work but today was a variant morning. A horny morning.
She couldn't fault him on it, the whole trip to her dads granted them no time to indulge in each other. They were constantly being torn apart and dragged off to a temple of praise. One time, her father had managed to keep Naruto away from her for an entire day. It was hell and bullshit but she just bit down and bared it.
If she was being honest, she probably sex more than he did. When he proposed all she could think of was jumping him then and there, expressing her acceptance verbally and wholly. The idea was short-lived the moment her father interrupted their minor celebration to grill Naruto about religion and conversion.
"Naruto.."
There's a hitch in her breath that she knows he can hear. He loops an arm around her waist, forearm pressed tightly against the small of her back. Hinata falls forward, chest pressed against his. Her shirt hitches up and the feel of his abdomen pressed against the taut of her stomach is enough to make her head spin. She trembled with untamed energy, feeling her body start to lose its composure.
"I'm gonna lose my mind…if I don't get to fuck you right now." He throatily vows, his eyes are already half-mast when he gazes into her eyes. She bites on her bottom lip, the nerves in her body going haywire.
"We can't have that," She whispered menacingly with a grin, ducking her head down and dragging her tongue up the corner of his lip—to his cheek. She bit him, hard and rubs silky lips over the faint mark. Naruto groaned, keeping that iron grip on her backside with one hand, yanking the shirt further up her body so that more of their skin could touch. Warmth began to pool in her chest and coat her stomach in an indescribable feeling. She assisted him in taking off the shirt, her body spasming with anticipation.
Unceremoniously, the blonde flips them over, crushing Hinata into the groaning mattress. She giggles despite having the air temporarily knocked out of her.
"Graceful beast."
"For you I give nothin but the best."
"Nice slogan, selling cars?"
"Eerily fitting since you're about to take a ride."
"Corny, cunning, dirty," She laughed, tickled by the remark. "Well if it runs smoother than the Dodge in the front yard…I s'pose-"
"Keep laughing." He threatened huskily, biting on the tinder skin of her throat. Hinata's eyes rolled to the back of her head, her brain buzzed with white noise and her toes curled.
She moaned, pliantly offering her neck to the all-encompassing feeling of being absorbed.
The apartment creaks, the bed complains.
He pulls back, brushing webs of hair from her eyes.
The satin blankets are cold on her naked skin. She swallows hard, watching the vague reflection of herself in those dark kyanite eyes. Before she met Naruto, she didn't give any thought to the different changes of a person's eye color. She has always been captivated by his eyes, the way that they can shift from Icy blue like jagged frost to a warm shimmering ocean blue. They were transparent gateways, allowing her to see deeper into him, unguarded.
"You wanna?"
"I do."she says, the need making his voice quiver.
She propped herself on her elbows, watching him smoothly rid himself of those painfully constricting briefs. The monster is uncaged, plopping heavily against his toned thigh. Hinata can never not look at it and not be astonished that she's the girl that thing gets to destroy. Sure it sounds horrifying and at first it truly was intimidating. Naruto hardly looked like the type to pack something so deadly but there it was. A running gag amongst her friends. The nine-inch demon dick, famously named by Ino.
Before he can ask, she sinfully spreads her trembling legs, watching him crawl forward to occupy the space between them. Her skin feels like it's on fire, he places a damp tender kiss on one shoulder and then the other, his bedraggled hair tickling her cheek. His lips stroke over her collarbone thoroughly, her body is trembling so heavily, she can hardly get a grip on her overflowing emotions.
"Naruto—Naruto—uh—yes-god,"
He gropes her breast, licking over her pinched rouged nipples. She gasps, squirming and breathing out a soft, 'yes'. His lips are like feathers, her nipples are overly sensitive, her body ticking with every flicker of his tongue, the lewd noise of his saliva as he starts to suckle lightly.
She feels enveloped in some sort of strange daze that almost makes her want to cry. Hinata's fingers massage the fine blonde hairs sticking to the nape of his neck as she tries to ignore the overwhelming pulsations of her slick sex.
"Don't stop—god, don't stop!" she moans, chanting between gasps for breaths, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, back arched off the bed.
He always gets her with it, he knows where start.
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The noise is easily ignored, neither seem to register the urgent vibration. The air around them feels hot and oppressing, which is odd because it's normally colder than the arctic and that's one of the reasons she hates when he gets out of bed. The heat evacuates with him.
Naruto is always animalistic with her, in a way that none of her ex's ever were; which might've helped them. He likes to leave red-purpling bruises, he enjoys when Hinata scratches down his back like some sort of demonfied kitten.
They both know that even though the deadline for Naruto to be at work has passed, they should still try and be done at a decent time.
It doesn't shock her when she feels the thick head of his cock probing the swell of entry. He pulls himself out and flickers her clit with the tip. She whimpers, feeling that velvety wad of tension rubbing along up and down her wet folds. Abruptly, he presses the tip back into her throbbing channel. They both moaned in union, waves of pleasure curling throughout her body.
"You feel so fuckin' good baby…I'm about to lose it." Naruto utters, with a tormented groan.
She relished that feeling, his firm cock applying pressure and then he snapped his hips forward burying himself to the hilt. She choked out a scream, arching her back off the mattress. The blonde hides his face in the crook of her neck and Hinata takes this as a sign that the tightness is unbearable. She felt full, his cock filling every bit of her.
The painful but pleasurable sensation of him pulsing inside rendered her speechless as she tried to adjust to the heaviness of him.
"D'you need the pillow?" he asks lightly, concern coating his tone.
Her ears are ringing, her eyes won't stay open, she feels like an absolute mess of blood and sweat.
"N-no…just do it please."
The girth and size were no small dosage and if she hadn't been so sopping wet, she would have probably been screaming her lungs sore. The pillow method or what Naruto calls, 'training wheels' or as Ino calls it, 'demon dick training'. This consisted of Hinata laying on top an army of pillows to lessen the uncomfortable feeling that pressures her stomach whenever they had sex. She hasn't needed the pillow in a long time—the slight pinch of pain often failed to register when they got lost in themselves and it became enjoyable. Addicting even.
"Let me know if it's too much." He says, a bruising grip on her hips, staring at her with pure adoration.
Hinata could feel the tension, could feel that energy surging through him like the frantic flow of blood. His stamina was never in short supply and she was already preparing herself for the reckless abandon. The passion is always reckless.
Hinata wasn't one hundred percent sure about the pullout method, she had befriended multiple women who had gotten pregnant due to the transient assurances of their significant others. In the heat of the moment, common sense seemed nothing more than elevator music and all that mattered was completion.
She often gets so far gone that she begs for it, she asks for him to cum in her but she had only been brave enough to do so when they were protected by a sturdy Magnum. She knew better than to do so this time. Naruto took the reluctant move to pulling out a minute before coming. He jerked himself furiously whilst Hinata idly licked the bulbous head of his cock, tasting the blend of their juices. She enthusiastically rubbed her tongue over the beading slit, purposely salavating all over him and slurping around him. She knew he appreciated the noise and filth.
He gasped. Muscle threaded abs constricting while he watching her. He pumped harshly and his breathing increased, eyes blown with lust. It wasn't until he began to make those feral telltale noises that she knew he was nearing his end. Hinata wrapped her mouth tightly over him and downed his pulsating cock, bobbing her head down his impressive length, milking him through the intense orgasm. She felt it spritzing flavorlessly and thickly down her throat. She chanced a glance at him, he could hardly stand on two feet, still thrusting involuntarily. He runs his fingers over his face mere look of his disarray was enough to make her swallow and keep it down.
"Good girl." He whispered exhaustedly, hooking a thumb in her mouth and tugging her jaw up. He leaned in to kiss her, messy and open. Hinata tried not to think about the butterflies in her stomach erupting into content flutters of chaos.
Once Naruto had finally set out to work, satisfied—after bugging Hinata about where his belongings were, she ran herself a bath. She Jordan'd a pearl iridescent bath bomb into the tub from the hallway. Normally she watched the whole thing dissolve and marveled at the science but she was already behind.
She fetched a few sundries for aftercare and hopped in the metallic and pink sudsy water. The tub wasn't very roomy, the core purpose was probably to shower but she enjoyed a good soaking after battling demons. She needed it, with a shimmy, she slunk down until the back of her head could rest on the porcelain edge.
She sighed.
Her body felt sore, the marks of her lover's teeth stung the moment the water licked it's rawness. She had brought her phone inside to peruse Amazon for wallets-with-character. She had tagged a few and placed them on her Wishlist, more ideas wouldn't hurt.
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Sak [8:44 A.M]
Wyd baba? Asking for a friend.
Me [8:45 A.M]
Lol, I'm stewing, the kids are gone, I can finally let my boobs out.
Sak [8:45 A.M]
Omg shut up. Pretty sure your boobs were out while the "Kids" were home. Whore.
Me [8:46 A.M]
^_^ Sakura, I'm the good one.
Sak [8:47 A.M]
Don't "I'm the good one" me.
You forget Naruto is a mutual friend. I've read things from over his shoulder that would send your father into cardiac arrest.
Me[8:48 A.M]
:X
Sak [8:49 A.M]
You wanna hit up the mall with me in 30 min's or so? I'll be on break.
I miss our little slice of life meetings. I need to vent and stress shop, I'm seriously on edge.
Me [8:50 A.M]
30 mins? Sure. And we've literally never had a, 'Slice of life meeting'. I'm like the priest you and Ino bring your heinous sins to.
Sak [8:55 A.M]
HAHAHA. That's why we love you! You accept that there's no saving us.
We have backstage passes to hell.
Me[8:56 A.M]
Save it for the judge Haruno, see you in 30. I'll be the girl limping.
Sak [8:56 A.M]
Gross! Cya then.
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Nine-inch-demon-dick[8:57 A.M]
Lunch w/me beautiful? :)
She sighed at the new name programed into her phone. She could tell from the previous conversation history that it had been Naruto. Ino must've changed it, she was always going through Hinata's phone and sending game provisions from Hinata's Facebook page to her own.
Me [8:58 A.M]
You still owe me breakfast but I'll see if I can work you around the 'rigorous' packing. :*
And another thing pal, are those alarms necessary?
Nine-inch-demon-dick [9:00 A.M]
Necessary? No really.
Me [9:05 A.M]
Then what gives man -_-
Nine-inch-demon-dick [9:07 A.M]
I just prefer the way you get me up better. Pun intended.
See you for lunch baby, don't wear panties.
Oi another thing can you bring the portfolio on the kitchen table. Thx.
Me [9:08 A.M]
Insatiable, tooth rotting sweet and cheesy. My favorite combo in a guy, yum.
I will bring your portfolio nerd! Lol. Jk. Love you.
Buy the condoms and I may wear something scanty and easy.
Nine-inch-demon-dick [9:18 A.M]
I'm on it.
If your dad only knew.
Me [9:20 A.M]
You know plenty…daddy. ;D
Have fun at work, see ya soon...
Nine-inch-demon-dick [9:25 A.M]
You're gonna wind up pregnant…