Hinata was curled up on the bed with just a thin sheet resting over her, but her body felt inexplicably hot. She should be brainstorming ways to get off this damn pirate ship and away from Captain Menma, but all she could think about was his fingers inside her, inspiring pleasure she had never experienced before.
She felt embarrassed and guilty, and even a little dirty, for how much she enjoyed what he had called a "punishment".
Her hand rested between her squirming thighs as she rolled over onto her side. The more Hinata sat there thinking about Menma and the way he so intimately touched her, the more urgent this tingling sensation grew in her core.
Suddenly, a curious little question popped up in the back of her mind. If she touched herself like that would it feel as good?
It might be worth a try, at least to rid herself of this nagging feeling festering in her belly.
Cautious pale eyes glanced over to the door before Hinata rolled over onto her stomach and hiked up her dress, positioning herself similarly to when Menma had touched her. With a deep breath, she nervously slipped her hand into the front of her bloomers.
Delicate fingers dipped between her folds and were immediately coated in her silky arousal. Hinata pressed her face into the pillows as she panted out soft breaths. Each stroke of her exploring digits seemed to magnify that tingling sensation in her core tenfold.
Her eyes clenched shut as faint whimpers spilled from her lips, imagining it was Menma's thick fingers circling her clit and bringing her this pleasure. Her mind could easily picture his heated body hovering over her, and his rough deep voice against her ear telling her how naughty she was for touching herself and for thinking of him while she did it.
"Ooh~" Hinata moaned, shoving her face deeper against the pillow as the tension in her body grew tighter and tighter. Her breathing became more erratic and her brow furrowed, but her fingers persisted their steady rhythm until the pressure coiling in her low belly erupted.
Suddenly waves of pulsing pleasure washed over her, overwhelming her petite body and sending shockwaves of tingling goodness from her center through her limbs. With a breathless sigh, Hinata relaxed against the mattress. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink, embarrassed by how much she enjoyed that.
But now that she got that out of her system, she felt like she could finally think straight.
Hinata had been trying to devise a plan, figure out how she could possibly catch Menma off guard, and give herself more leverage when demanding he release her, but she was torn from her musings by the distant sound of… singing?
Her brows pinched together in confusion as she padded across the room and pressed her ear to the wooden door.
It wasn't unusual for Hinata to hear commotion outside, but typically it was the sounds of laborious grunts and arguing, not something so jovial. They honestly sounded like the songs she had only heard outside the local pub (not that she'd ever been inside).
It almost sounded like they were stomping around too, but that didn't make any sense.
Suddenly, the door swung open and bonked Hinata right in the head. Menma stood in the doorway staring at her with amusement dancing in his blue eyes as she rubbed the sore spot on her forehead. "What were you doing behind the door?"
"Nothing, Captain," she mumbled. But with the door open the sounds of music and raucous laughter became much more clear. It was night time and it seemed as though a celebration of sorts was occurring on the main deck.
"Are you sure you weren't doing anything naughty?" he asked with a wicked smirk.
"Wh-what?" Hinata stumbled a few steps back as a furious blush consumed her face. She really wasn't doing anything behind the door, but she certainly didn't want Menma to know what she had been doing just before then.
"Certainly not, Captain… I, uh…" she hesitated as her pale eyes nervously flickered around the room. "What's all that noise outside?" Hinata asked in a desperate attempt to change the subject.
"Oh, right. The crew is just drinking and celebrating," he shrugged as if that was a normal occurrence.
"Like a party?" she questioned, the disbelief evident in her tone. "And you allowed that?"
Menma raised an eyebrow as an amused smirk played at his lips. "Do I seem like a man who despises fun?"
Hinata pursed her lips, unsure if that was some kind of trick question. From what she knew of the pirate captain, she would definitely describe him as violent before fun-loving.
"Umm, what are they celebrating?" She found it hard to believe pirates would throw birthday parties.
"They're all rather pleased from their share of our most recent spoils."
Hinata tilted her head to the side. Her confusion only seemed to compound with each answer Menma gave. "I thought you were disappointed by the amount you had taken from Neji's ship…" she mumbled. Wasn't that the whole reason she had been taken?
Menma snorted a laugh, "yes, obviously they aren't celebrating the meager haul from the Hyuuga ship, I'm talking about the merchant we encountered earlier today."
Pale eyes widened. These pirates had robbed another unsuspecting ship?! How had she not noticed?!
Suddenly, vivid memories of the day she was taken replayed in her mind. Menma's cruelty and Neji's broken heart. Hinata was disgusted by the way he spoke so casually about robbing people as if he wasn't the catalyst of arguably the worst day of her and Neji's lives.
"Don't you ever feel guilty stealing from hardworking people?!" Hinata shouted at him, her anger making her bold. She marched up to him and poked a finger into his chest. "Don't you have any morals at all?"
Bored blue eyes blinked at her. "Are you done?"
"Did something happen that corrupted you or were you just born a terrible person?!" she added with a sneer.
Menma lifted a bottle she hadn't noticed him holding and took a hardy swig, feigning thoughtfulness before answering, "no, no, and it's up for debate."
Hinata scoffed and crossed her arms, unamused by his cavalier behavior, but he only grinned at her annoyance. "Oh c'mon, don't pout," he laughed. "I was coming in here to invite you to have a drink with me."
Her lavender gaze fell to the bottle in his hand. "I-I don't drink."
Maybe she never tried was more accurate.
"I suppose I could've guessed that," Menma commented as he took another sip and wiped his lips on the back of his hand. "You seem extremely sheltered."
Her brows pinched together, for some reason that word triggered her. Hinata hadn't chosen to be sheltered, the people around her just always shielded her from anything that could cause her harm as if she was so fragile and incapable. It was actually rather vexing for a girl who craved adventure as much as she did.
"Give me that," Hinata grumbled as she snatched the bottle from his hand. She took a big swig just like she had seen Menma do, but the moment she swallowed it down, the liquor burned her throat, making her cough and her eyes water. "What is that? That's foul!"
Menma laughed, "careful now, it's strong."
She didn't know why she interpreted that as a challenge, but Hinata another swig as if to prove him wrong. "You're not the boss of me," she declared, fighting back a disgusted grimace.
He stole the bottle back from her and took another drink for himself. "I'm the boss of everyone on the ship," Menma reminded her with an arrogant smirk. "Do you want to go outside?"
Pale eyes widened. "Are you sure that's okay? Like with the crew out there..."
"You'll be fine if you're with me."
She didn't doubt that after the gruesome display Menma put on for his crew when that man assaulted her. She had definitely been itching to get some fresh air and a moment outside of the cramped captain's quarters. Hinata nodded slowly.
She took a deep breath as she stepped out of Menma's quarters, inhaling the salty sea air and allowing a small smile to tug at her lips. Hinata followed closely behind Menma as he guided her to the upper deck, above and away from the raucous celebration of the crew.
He leaned back, allowing his elbow to rest on the banister before offering Hinata the bottle of liquor again. It was probably ill-advised to continue drinking. She was a petite woman and she already wasn't sure if the swaying of her body was a result of the rocking ship or oncoming intoxication, but Hinata accepted the offering anyway.
She took another big gulp, surprised that it didn't burn as bad the third time. The taste, however, was still unpleasant. When she glanced back at Menma, Hinata had expected him to be watching her and laughing, but instead, his gaze was cast up at the night sky.
Opal eyes followed his line of sight and she was met with the most stars she had possibly ever seen. Her lips parted with the softest gasp, wonderstruck by the beauty of the endless darkness freckled with countless twinkling stars.
The city lights in Konoha were bright enough to drown out most of the stars Hinata would normally see from her home. But out here, on the open sea with nothing but this ship, the night sky wasn't afraid to shine.
"I never get tired of this view," Menma said softly.
Hinata's gaze fell back to him, and as he stargazed, she allowed herself a small moment to appreciate how handsome he looked with the sea breeze rustling through his blonde hair, his muscled chest, and mesmerizing ocean blue eyes. She wondered what it might be like trace over his sharp jawline with her fingertips or to —
Wait, what!? What was she even thinking?!
Hinata took another big swig from the liquor bottle in her hand to distract herself from her wandering thoughts, hoping she could blame her flushed cheeks on intoxication.
Menma grabbed the bottle from her with an amused smirk on his lips. "You should probably slow down."
She had to force herself to breathe as she tore her gaze away from him to stare out at the dark ocean waves. The husky teasing way he spoke was a little too similar to how she had imagined him talking to her when she touched herself earlier.
The memory of her dirty deed only served to make her face grow warmer. And maybe worse, it seemed the alcohol was steadily working its way through her system. Hinata reached her hand out to steady herself on the banister, a fuzzy sort of dizziness was beginning to blur the edges of her mind.
They stood there for several long moments in companionable silence, just enjoying the beautiful night. Hinata found her gaze fixated on the low-hanging moon and its reflection that wiggled against the ocean's surface.
"You good?" Menma asked with a chuckle and Hinata ceased the swaying that she hadn't realized she was doing.
"Y-yeah, are you goood?" she slurred and his amused grin only grew wider at her obvious drunkness.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Wh-what the hell is that sup-pose to mean?!" Hinata asked as she turned toward him, trying to shoot him a glare with hazy pale eyes.
The ship rocked when a particularly strong wave crashed into the side, causing an unstable Hinata to stumble. Despite her slowed reflexes, she caught herself against Menma (or maybe he caught her). Her arms hung around his shoulders and her chest pressed against his as she lost herself in his deep blue gaze, forgetting what she was even doing before.
"Maybe it's time for you to go back inside," he commented as he observed her flushed cheeks and the dark, tousled bangs that framed her delicate features.
"Will you dance with meeee?" Hinata suddenly asked and Menma raised a brow at the seemingly out of the blue question "Nobody ever wants to dance with me," she amended with an adorable pout.
A soft smile tugged at his lips as Menma gingerly brushed a stray hair behind her ear, "I find that hard to believe, my little pearl."
"No, it-it's true!" she persisted, even as his hands found purchase on her waist and they slowly began to sway together. "I think it's 'cause all the boys in town are afraid of Neji."
"Really?" Menma chuckled as his palms slid to her lower back and pulled her even closer. "He seemed like a wimp to me."
"That's not fair!" Hinata scoffed. "You had a gun in his face! What was he even supposed to do? Wait! That reminds me, I don't like you!" She frowned and pushed weakly against his chest.
Menma let his hands fall from her body as he laughed. "That's funny you say that because I think you like me a lot."
"No way!" Hinata huffed. "That's so.. that's like… that's ridiculous!"
Her breath hitched as he leaned closer, his hand reached up to cup her cheek. "Is it?"
Her mind was already hazy from the alcohol, but something about his proximity made her even more dizzy. Hinata could feel her heart pounding against her chest as she unconsciously wet her lips, waiting impatiently for him to close the distance between them.
"You can tell me. It can be our little secret," Menma whispered against her lips. She shook her head no, even as she allowed her body to melt against him. "So stubborn. Is it because you like to pretend you're so innocent?"
"That's not —" Hinata began, but her protest was cut off when he crashed his lips to hers in a breathtaking kiss.
She wished she could say she resisted, that she was repulsed by his action, but that would be a lie.
No, Hinata not only easily surrendered to him, but she also found herself reciprocating with fervor.
His fingers tangled into her dark tresses, gripping the hair at her nape to tilt her head back and deepen their heated kiss. She moaned softly against his lips as his rough hand groped her round bottom and pressed her hips against his, allowing her to feel the evidence of his arousal.
Each caress of his lips against her own provoked salacious fantasies in her foggy brain that made her heart race even faster and her skin grow hot with desperate need.
Her hands tightly gripped his shirt as his hot tongue slipped into her mouth. He tasted like liquor and completely sinful indulgence.
That same tingling sensation that pestered her all afternoon returned as if her body was begging for the pleasure it knew Menma could give her. Hinata exhaled a needy sigh as he pinned her against the banister. He lifted her leg to wrap around his waist to allow his hardened length to grind against her aching core.
Hinata could hardly believe that she was not only allowing the terrible pirate Captain Menma to kiss her so intimately, but that she encouraged it, and that she craved more of him.
A/N: ahh! thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! and as always I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments!