Runner's High
Chapter Six, You'll Regret It
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"That's not behaving!"
He replies by pushing himself between her moist folds, filling her with the slick slide of his cock until he's sheathed to the hilt. His guttural groan is his admittance: 'I know'. And he's utterly shameless.
He wants to make her shameless too.
He tries to pound it out of her with the smack of his hips against her cheeks. She's pinned beneath him, a hostage to his lecherous demands. The feeling of his weight pushing her against the bed leaves her bewilderingly, deliciously compliant - and she's gradually climbing higher and higher to heart-rending, bliss-coated delirium.
He's growing inside her.
Ecstasy scrapes his throat ragged.
A string of breathless, filthy cusses fills the room.
And he loses the rhythm.
He puts all his balance on his knees as he hunches over, fisting her hair and snaking his arm across her front to collar her throat with his hand. He's reduced her to a living, breathing cocksleeve. A lowly receptacle for his boyhood desires, and yet, somehow… she's never felt more seen.
Her body wracks with lewd, enraptured cries, heralding the imminent supernova about to explode, to her flood her system with the glorious chemicals of a thorough fucking, to leave her completely, bonelessly satisfied.
And there it is.
Her body bows as her second orgasm snatches her away like a riptide, dragging her deeper and farther into sweat-soaked, tingly oblivion. She's clamping down around him and he grunts out a delirious cuss, his hips shuddering but undeterred from their mission. She feels so wet. So, so wet with every slippery drag of his cock, and every merciless drive of his hips. He keeps pounding her until they're both soaked in her sweet, feminine fluids, and her face contorts around a scream as another orgasm claims her.
His body locks up as he balls deep inside her. He shudders with the spent of his cum.
He's filling her up in a place that's never known the taste, and she hides her face from him, her shoulders trembling indiscernible as her mistakes grow bigger and bigger inside her head.
He flips her over onto her side and she keeps her face aimed to the bed, but it's too late.
"Otsutsuki-san! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! You just felt so good! But-But I know! I know! That's no excuse! But look! I'll take full responsibility, okay? I will! I promise!"
She chuckled darkly to herself.
As if she was going to give him something to be responsible for. Plus, it was far too late for her to have any children.
"It's fine," she sighs. "I lost myself in it, too. There's always emergency contraceptives, so…" she concludes with a half-hearted shrug, not looking at him.
He reaches over to the head of the bed where on the alcove beside the landline and the courtesy supply of condoms sat a box of tissues. He shifts her onto her back and spreads her legs. It's not hard for him to. She's still slack from her back-to-back orgasm. And she watches curiously as he wipes at the mistake spilling from her tender body. She stiffens when his fingers slide inside. He's excavating his seed with gentle, meticulous drags, and she realizes the contrition on his face is genuine.
He looks up at her humbled. "Uh, I know this is probably weird to say, but… Thank you for letting me do you raw. I'll make sure to put on a condom from now on."
"Alright. Please do that."
They're slicked in sweat from their morning run.
He dragged her into the women's restroom and manually directed her to stand over the toilet, ass out and hands on the wall.
His heavy breathing is uneven and tinged in desperation as he drags his bottom layers past his hips and hikes up her compression shorts over her right cheek.
Anticipation and anxiety make for an intense emotional cocktail as she senses his intentions.
"What are you-?!"
"No condom today," he exhales gravelly as he presses his heated girth against her cheek, then slides her tight shorts down over it. He grips her hips and begins to rut against her plump flesh. His whispered cussing is intense and drawn-out as he worships at her altar once again, and her pussy aches in response.
It's been fifteen hours since they'd last seen each other. And the moment they met up at the lockers, her heart pounding and his gaze lidded and darkened with lust, the air between them had been undeniably charged with libidinous desire.
She was now getting the full picture of how bad his sex withdrawal had truly been.
He grunted madly, his weeping cock stretching her shorts around his shape, branding his memory into her ass.
She gasped and whined in time with his desperate thrusting.
This was embarrassing.
Degrading.
But deep down in her heart, she didn't want to stop this.
Deep down, she wanted to be fucked raw again.
His pleasured cry gets strangled in his throat.
He pulls out. He pumps his shaft once, twice.
He shudders with gnarled moan as he releases.
Hinata flinches as a hot, foreign sensation lands on her shoulder, salty stink and bleach suffusing her sinuses. And she becomes vaguely aware in the quietness of his panting and slowed heartbeat; her entire back was coated in streaks of his cum.
"Goddammit," he scoffed with bemusement.
"What?"
"Look."
She looks. And he's still rock solid.
Her eyes lift to his and it's automatic consent.
His fingers are in her mouth because she can't keep her voice down.
She'd rather he kiss her instead, but she thinks he's trying to commit this moment to memory.
Her feverish sex-messed face.
Her heaving breasts rising out of her sports bra.
The way her body bounces on his cock as it drives in and out of her, her juices coating him so erotically.
She can't tell what's sweat and arousal anymore.
Her thighs are so wet.
The cement floor is dotted with their fluids.
Suddenly he's pressing his hand down on her womb and she shrieks. A wild blush darkens her skin as the first gush releases, splashing onto his lower body. A sharp gasp punctuates her situation, anticipation and anxiety ratcheting up once more. She can't stop herself from squirting. She wants to hide her face but she's holding onto him for dear life.
His thrusts become more forceful and as he leans in close, his breath burning her ear, he introduces some sultry rolling into the mix, and the new sensation threatens to render her incoherent.
"You're a fucking dream come true, Otsutsuki-san," he teased her earlobe with his teeth and growled. "A fucking dream, do you understand? My dick won't go down at all."
The heat of her blush softened at his words as she pressed herself flush against his front.
She had nothing to say back to him.
She let her body do the talking.
She clung onto his neck, nails biting into his scalp as she came all over him.
And he still kept thrusting.
He had to be inhuman.
He offered to walk her home.
She didn't know if he was being smug, sadistic, or genuinely concerned, but she firmly told him 'no', and there was no debating her decision.
He went back to Kodai since he had a class in an hour, and she walked a familiar and very sore path home.
Through the gate and up to her front door, taking her shoes off in the genkan and striding into their open floor plan-designed house, her mind had yet to catch up with her body.
She headed straight for the ofuro, a shower firmly on her mind. Just before the ofuro was a connected laundry room. She stood in front of the washing machine and peeled off her sweat and cum-stained clothes, her mind picking up speed with every waft of his stench filling her nose, and she deposited her clothes in the lint bin beside it.
Just as she did to her clothes from yesterday's romp.
She'll take out the trash after her shower.
Naruto ran through the halls with damp hair and a rushed body spray job. His heart carried no fear of reality and its consequences.
He'd be twenty minutes late to his first class, but he didn't care.
Because of Hinata, he felt invincible.
Because of Hinata, the whole world had opened up before him.
Because of Hinata - Yes, Hinata. Not Hinata-san. Not after how many times he rocked that body yesterday at the Love Hotel. He would never let the honorific distance them again - because of her, he's never been happier his whole goddamn life.
He's satisfied for now, but he has to see her again tonight.
Good thing he put his phone number in her contacts and hers in his when she was napping.
He'll hit her up once he's all done studying.
"Are you rolling right now?" Sasuke asked after a beat of suspicious staring.
"Shit no!" Naruto replied, still grinning up to his ears, swaying side to side as he enjoyed his lunch.
Sasuke leaned over the table, keeping his voice low. "You got a taste of those mommy milkers?"
Naruto pushed his food aside and mirrored Sasuke, totally defeating the purpose of subtly.
"Eight times. Twice this morning."
Sasuke's brow lifted high into his forehead. "No fucking way. So she an expired cake or she married?"
"Married. And so very clearly neglected. Also, she's got a very good heart. She actually told me to fuck off yesterday morning," Which fucking hurt like hell at the time. "Please stop bothering me," "I'm not interested." That shit made him want to die. Naruto's eyes brightened as he continued. "But you know what happened in that same instance?"
"What?"
"She looked so broken when she said 'Tell me it's not because I'm married', like she needed me to love her properly or I'd break her heart. She digs me!" Naruto started bouncing on the bench like an over-caffeinated child at a kid's party. "She wanted me!"
Sasuke held out his palm, which Naruto promptly slapped. Really, really hard.
Sasuke glared at him as he blew on his stinging palm.
"You get in their bed?"
He hadn't thought of ever doing that. Maybe out of revenge, if the guy really is a bastard.
"No, she took me to a Love Hotel."
"Damn."
"That a good 'damn' or a bad 'damn'?"
"Depends on how you feel about being the thing she needs to hide," Sasuke paused a beat, and Naruto got the sense that he was making a concerning expression. Sasuke continued. "I mean, I get it. Maybe the prenup is not in her favor, or his family will bully her or something. Or her family will bully her. Who knows. Sometimes the in-law becomes more favored if their child is the one that married up."
Naruto tsked. What was Sasuke even getting at with the first line? "Okay, well, that's exactly how I feel. If she has to hide me because this'll fuck up her life, then I'm fine being her little secret."
"If you're fine with it, godspeed."
"Thanks man," Naruto picked at his food as he tried to sort through recent events. He swore there was something of note that he was forgetting. "Oh, by the way. I took her second virginity."
Sasuke blinked. But then his expression smoothed into matter-of-fact acceptance. "Because anal doesn't count as cheating."
Naruto slammed his palms down, ratting their disposable bento trays. Although, now he was curious if she'd be willing to try. "No! I mean she was tight! Like," Naruto clenched his fist until he had white knuckles and held it in front of Sasuke's face. "Really fucking tight, man. Her hubby's a piece of shit right? Letting a fine woman like her go to waste like that. Asshole."
Sasuke lifted his canned tomato juice in salute. "All the better reason to cuck him."
Naruto sat down and crossed his arms, his face comically smug. "Mm-hm. If anything I'm serving a very crucial function in their lives by picking up his slack."
"Being a boy toy."
"No, not a boy toy!" Definitely not that! That implied that he was being used! But this was a mutual arrangement! "I prefer…" Well, she was an absolute goddess, so… "An acolyte."
Sasuke snorted into the back of his hand, having taken a sip at the most inopportune moment.
"'Acolyte'. Fuckin' dork. What's the name of your newfound religion, hm?"
Naruto's eyes squinted shut as he tilted his head and pursed his bottom lip.
If it were up to his dad, the name would be so worthlessly long-winded you might think it was one of those shady New Age cults.
But if it were up to him…
"Tsukiism."
Sasuke sighed wearily. "I require elaboration."
"Well, it's part of her married name but it suits her a lot, like she fell from the moon, even her eyes look like the moon during midday, all soft and white, almost ghostly, and that ass."
Sasuke smirked and played along. "Big as the moon?"
"Fuck. Yeeees!" Naruto bowed his head and raised his hands up to the sky as he mutter-chanted a gibberish sutra.
Sasuke snorted into his hand again as he pounded his fist on the table. "Stop. I'm gonna die next time, you clown."
She comes home around noon after completing her errands.
Couriering her husband's packages felt like a marathon today. She blamed it on the extra, impromptu workout this morning.
They both failed to squeeze in much-needed proteins after their run, and she secretly hoped he was suffering like she was.
Collapsing at the kitchen table, she buried her face in the circle of her arms as a slip of guilt entered her heart.
She's too old to be hoping for someone else's misfortunes. She can do better. She has to do better.
But she's already stooped so low.
She's lower than dirt and every time with Uzumaki-kun is another foot dug in her grave.
But this morning wouldn't have happened if you'd just let me convert the spare den into a home gym.
She's doing it again. Pettily laying blame.
She didn't give Uzumaki-kun much of a fight and she hasn't reminded him that yesterday was the final time.
Today has to be the final time.
She'll simply find another place to run.
Hinata lifts her hand and checks her dainty wristwatch.
She's got her part-time job in two hours.
She needs another shower.
The drag of her pantyhose gives her pause.
It feels so much different today.
She slides the sheer garment over her knees and up her thighs, and suddenly she can see Uzumaki-kun's hand sliding up with the faintest of caresses.
His boyish rasp in her ears as he praises and admires her. His baby blues are crystal clear, unlike hers which seem to be in a permanent state of overcast. Ironic, when she feels like she's the one being overtaken by him.
She bites her lip and she wills herself to put on pantyhose without the lewd interruptions.
She straightens her pencil skirt and suit jacket, then pulls out the roller from beneath her bangs. She just has to iron curl her ends into a bouncier bob and she's complete.
Her reflection offers her a courageous half-smile, but it falters all too easily.
She can't do this.
Today is just… no good.
Hinata walks over to her nightstand where her smartphone is charging on its pad and she heads over to the ottoman at the foot of the bed.
She's about to call up her boss when she notices she's received a text message.
From Uzumaki Naruto.
She taps open the thread.
She's intruded upon by his bathroom selfie, the hem of his muscle shirt held between his teeth, revealing finely hewn abs and the jut of his hip bones, which were purposely angled in a way that enhanced his physique. Manipulation like this took practice. His other hand was cupping his clothed erection, with his thumb holding down the waistbands just enough to tease the viewer with the tip of his dick.
And the caption he added to this selfie read: so thirsty but have nothin to drink
Even she understood what that meant.
Hinata: Don't you have anything better to do?
Naruto: wdym? ne-ways my next class is in 3 hrs and i miss u like crazy!
Hinata reeled back, blinking rapidly as though that'd disperse her confusion.
Hinata: And what do you expect me to say to that? I'm not some high school girl who's easily affected by sophomoric stuff like this.
Hinata: Also you touched my phone?
Naruto: :(
Naruto: i just put my number in your contacts. thats it.
Naruto: i didnt snoop.
Naruto: or look at things im not supposed to.
Hinata: What if I just blocked you right now? What would you say to that?
Naruto: WHOA WHOA
Naruto: whats going on?
Naruto: r u mad at me?
Naruto: wait dont block me plzzzzz :(
Naruto: let's talk plz :(((((
A voice in her head was telling her to stop this conversation now.
She wouldn't still be talking to him if she genuinely didn't care about him.
She needs to be true to her word.
She's not going to have anything to do with him anymore.
She exited the text and browsed through her gallery for something that gave her strength.
It felt like an ancient era to her now, but it still managed to always put a smile on her face.
She and Toneri when they were sixteen years old. They both enjoyed a bit of dress up back then as they hung out amongst the other Lolita fashion teens, she in her white and lavender Hime-Lolita outfit and him in his white and gold Ouji outfit. He was the one that encouraged her to wear what she truly wanted to wear, how she was doing herself a disservice by meekly settling for overly conventional Shiro-Lolita outfits. Even now he still looks like a prince to her.
She shared one of her most precious memories with Naruto.
Naruto: is that u? and is that ur bf? what're u guys wearing?
Hinata frowned.
Hinata: Husband for the past two decades.
Hinata: Which means we have a strong marriage.
Hinata: Which means you need to appreciate my feelings and respect my life and kindly stay out of my life.
Naruto: it's not a strong marriage
Naruto: stop lying to urself
Naruto: it sucks seeing ppl lying to themselves
Naruto: i hate ppl who do that but with u i just feel sad
Naruto: do u see me lying to myself about how much i want you every waking moment?
Naruto: becuz i do
Naruto: i want you so fucking much
Naruto: even if ur not rly mine
The phone slipped from her slack grip, her fingers trembling, hands faintly shaking.
Her body turned cold, her nerves surrendering to an imminent threat. She cupped her mouth as her breathing sped out of control. Icy hot tears tracked down her face and she screamed with all her breath.
She rose from the ottoman with cautious deliberation, every ounce of focus put towards moving her feet, how she moved them, and where she needed them to take her.
Out in the main living room was her treasure, her wedding photos. Not all of them, but the best few arranged in a single frame, separated by ornately decorated cardboard frames.
She traced her finger across their young likenesses, and she smiled as she recalled the feelings on that day.
No one showed up that day because they didn't invite anyone.
They eloped.
And her father was so pissed, he disowned her.
But she didn't care. She was happy. Toneri made her happy. He worshipped her and made her feel seen.
So they built their own wedding just as they built their own lives.
It'd still be that way if Hanabi hadn't reached out to her, asking her to be her maid of honor.
Hinata palms her tear-stained face.
She had done it again.
Maybe it was justified with him, but defending marriage has always been a touchy subject for her. And just as she tried to get her father to understand, she tried to get her obsessed paramour to understand.
But telling her her marriage isn't strong?
Did he really think he had any right to say that?
Was he just confidently stupid or woefully arrogant? Or both?
His high belief in himself and his oversized self-importance may have been endearing in one light, but in this context, she despised it.
Her marriage is strong, dammit.
It's just different, that's all.
In fact, her marriage is so strong it can survive her infidelity.
He'll only have himself to blame by the time she's through with him.
He'll regret ever messing with a married woman.