Runner's High
Chapter Fourteen, Uncontrollable Cravings
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Naruto camped outside Sasuke's dorm room, waiting for the usurping bastard's return. He chewed on his thumbnail, grumbling beneath his breath as he stewed in paranoia and a bad case of FOMO.
He wants to see how she looks tonight. He wants to go on a date with her. Drink beer with her.
She doesn't seem the type to go to a venue like tonight's, but it intrigues him that she would try. It causes him to think of all the things they could do together in the future. She's more adventurous than she believes and his mind raced with the possibilities.
He thought he could break her down if he kept giving her good dickings, but… if he pushes even further in spite of the silent treatment, isn't that… getting a little rapey?
He hides his face in the circle of his arms as he hugs his knees. He thought this war with her was going to be more fun, more… hands-on. She killed that dream faster than his crush.
He's been locked away like those toys in the Love Hotel room drawer, and he thinks he'll never be picked again.
Sex aside, he can't even interact with her, not properly anyhow.
She talks to Sasuke every morning after their run; who cares why she's doing it.
She talks. To Sasuke.
Conversations that she should be having with him, she's having with Sasuke.
Trust and rapport and all that good shit is being built between her and Sasuke.
Their fucking chemistry shoved in his face every morning!
Because Sasuke knows what women want or and all that bullshit, he knows how to talk to women, too.
His mind keeps snapping back to his ramen date with Hinata like a rubber band and it lashes his skin upon contact.
It ended so fucking badly!
Naruto stamps and kicks at the ground, his skin flushed hotly with frustration.
He misses her.
He misses what they had, however briefly.
God, he can't imagine how well their date is going tonight. What if he's fucking her right now?! What if her got her stupid drunk and they're just humping around the back?! What if she took him to a Love Hotel?! Stupid Sasuke with his stupid rogueish charm and his stupid fucking insight! The world's his fucking buffet and he has to go and swipe another man's food?!
Hinata's cold gaze in the cafe resurfaces.
"... And I respect my husband, which you do not. You're a terrible friend, Uzumaki-kun, and you were hardly that to begin with."
"Yeah, I know," he mumbles as he turns his right forearm out, palming the side of his face, dragging his nails across his scalp before settling his head against the inside of his forearm.
Should he end this already? If it means staying close to her, should he friendzone himself?
She'll stop screwing around Sasuke then, right?
Unless he's truly grown on her.
Maybe she really likes him more.
He rises to full height and faces the door. He spartan-kicks at the wood once, twice, three times, each time louder and harsher. The banging booms in his ears. It travels down the narrow halls, amplified by the drywall and painted brick.
The next-door opens and a willowy lad peeks his irate head out. "What the fuck?! It's 2 am! The fuck're you doing?!"
Naruto craned his head back and rolled his shoulders. He turned his face towards Sasuke's dorm neighbor, cheek parallel to his shoulder as he glared with open-eyed menace like a gangster.
His neighbor's face was drained of color.
"Sorry, sorry! Never mind, carry on!" He retreated inside and before he shut the door, Naruto managed to catch his faint final words. "What's someone like that doing here in Kodai?"
"Because I worked my ass off. That's why," he grumbled.
"Surprised me, too," said Sasuke as he strode forward, hands in his pockets. "Really didn't think a dead-last like you had it in you."
Naruto scoffed. "What do you know? You didn't go to the same high school as me."
"It's not like your reputation as a bad student wasn't brought up during track competition. They said you got special privileges for your insane endurance."
"I'm not here to wax nostalgic, you bastard," he said, as he stepped away from the door.
"Hn," Sasuke shrugged as he unlocked his room and pushed the door open, allowing Naruto inside. Sasuke flopped down on his bed, bunching his pillow beneath his head as he closed his eyes. "Alright, so you want to know how it went with the Oku-san, right?"
Naruto released a lengthy, begrudging sigh as he sank down to the floor and leaned against the wall. "Did you fuck her?"
"Nope."
"Did you try to fuck her?"
"Opportunity wasn't there."
"How?"
Sasuke shrugged. "Didn't feel like it was there."
Naruto ducked his head down as he glared over the circle of his arms. "Did she have a good time?"
"With me? Oh, hell yeah…" Sasuke was silent for a beat. "Didn't stop her from equating me to the son she never had, though."
Naruto lit up, pointing a finger at his rival. "Ha! You dumb bitch! Get what you deserve!"
Sasuke wrenched the pillow from beneath his head and flung it at Naruto's face. He beaned him squarely on the nose and Naruto's head knocked back with a light crack. Naruto clawed the pillow off his face and flung it back, but Sasuke evaded and the pillow knocked over his lamp and stack of books. They collided to the floor in a violent crash, and the room went dark.
Naruto reached up and hit the light switch near the door, but the ceiling fluorescents wouldn't turn on. He flicked it several times and still nothing.
"Bruh."
"Shut up."
The first thing he sees in the morning is Hinata passing off a dog tag necklace into Sasuke's hands.
The second thing he sees is her warm smile, the way she used to smile at him.
And the third thing he sees is the high-waist, skin-tight bike shorts that sculpt her thighs and ass.
Just sit on my face already!
He wants to hug her from behind and rub his dick over that super smooth material. Fuck, he wants an assjob so bad!
The two of them began their run and he hadn't even paid attention to a single thing they said.
Sasuke's practically his wingman, what with Hinata refusing to talk to him directly, and he just totally spaced on their conversation!
By the end of their run, Naruto stops beneath the bridge to cool down.
He stills when Hinata stops in front of him, her back facing him, her huge MILF ass inches from his crotch.
He's trying to tune into their conversation, but it's all bits and pieces in his head.
Hinata backs up into him, her heavy flesh pressing against his hard-on, and his breath catches, lust-laced insanity rushing through his veins.
No fucking way.
His heart rejoices but his mind is screaming to keep it together.
They're not exactly completely concealed down here!
He knows she's doing this on purpose when she rubs against his hardness and Sasuke's face tightens to mask his embarrassment. Or perhaps his own arousal.
Naruto decided to push his luck. He gingerly cupped her left hip and held her more firmly against him. She responded by subtly twisting her hips, sliding her ass across him from side to side. His arm trembled as he fought not to touch her beyond this.
Fuck.
Thousands of pleasurable tingles raced up his legs, pooling around his base and balls and rocketing up to his brain.
He wants to praise her, he wants to call her name.
He checked in on Sasuke, and the creeping discomfort on his face was like serotonin for all the stress and irritation he's gone through. Naruto flashed him a drunken, cocky grin and he flipped his middle finger as he worked his hardness deeper against the dip between her ass cheeks.
She didn't complain.
In fact, she ground herself against him harder, stealing his breath away, melting his self-awareness. All that existed was the conversation of their bodies.
And the feeling was mutual.
"U-Uchiha-kun," she breathes, catching his straying gaze, causing it to snap up to hers. "W-W-Would you like to come over t-tomorrow? After our run? Y-You remember the park, right? I-It's just tw-twenty minutes from my house. I-I'd like to make you a home-cooked m-meal for once."
Naruto's finger sank into her soft hip flesh, clutching her as if he might lose her.
Sasuke cleared his throat. "Yeah, cool. Sounds good. Uhm…" his gaze strayed downwards again, where her chest swayed and her hips wiggled erotically.
"I-I'm going to be h-here a bit, o-okay? I-I'm just ducking out of the sun b-before I take the train h-home."
Sasuke's dark eyes lingered on her, reluctant to be dismissed at a moment like this.
Oh? Perhaps she was feeling bad for excluding him last night? Was this long-overdue appeasement?
Sasuke nodded and wordlessly left them to their own devices.
It was time for him to feel his pain.
Naruto gathered Hinata in his arms, hunger exploding from every pore as he swiped his tongue along her neck, tasting her delicious sweat, and thrust his hardness into her ass more vigorously. He almost felt like crying when she melted against him and leaned into his mouth.
"I can't tell if I've finally gone crazy or if this is really happening," he rasps sharply in her ear.
"Don't read into it. I just suddenly had a craving."
His feral grin pulls up to his ears as he desperately works her tight shorts down, exposing her ass and pussy to him. He shoved down the waist of his shorts, his thick cock slapping heavily against her flesh and he gripped himself, directing the head against her steaming, sweat-slicked tunnel.
God, it's been way too long.
In one smooth motion, he stuffed her to the hilt. Slippery tightness enveloped him, pulling him into her warm, welcoming pool, as white fireworks of euphoria bursted in his blood and his brain.
His left arm circle her ribs to grip her breast as his right hand sought for her clit, beginning a slow, steady pace.
He wanted to savor this.
He grunts with every delicious, light slap of her ass against his pelvis, so soft and so heavy.
She writhed and arched as he attacked her clit, his hardness dragging across her walls, shoving his crown against her womb. She moved against him, grinding against him, stirring herself up with his curved length. She moved so perfectly, knowing exactly the angle she wanted, the depth. He whispered curses beneath his breath, their panting a passionate chorus, drowned out by the running river. Perhaps if they simply stay in this position, no one will notice.
He leads her into rolling her hips against him and he's gone for half a second, the pleasure overloading his senses.
He strums her clit with renewed purpose, wanting to give her one orgasm and overwhelm her with another, to feel her squirt all over his cock.
She's squeezing down around him and all restraint nearly escapes him.
He watches the erotic flow of her body against his, the way her hair swishes and shimmers, the way her ribcage hums with her satisfied moans, the way she steals a glance at him from the corner of her lidded eyes, half parts checking in on him and half parts feeding her own ego. The occasional quirk of her mouth into an open smile expressed as much; that she loved him so weak and addicted to her, so easily affected.
His moan catches on an involuntary sob, because she's so hot, so beautiful, so above him and his hips desire to let loose, to pound and plow through her sweltering, dripping cunt, to make her scream as she falls into the same insanity. His voice cracks. He can't stop himself. His looming orgasm threatens to end this right now, and it's breaking him.
How on earth could he feel so high and so anguished at the same time?
This is both heaven and hell.
He clutches her against him as he pounds her pussy full of his cum, spirit, and bliss draining out of him as soon as it had come; a white wildfire that burned through his entire being and left him changed, cleansed.
He pumped his softening member into her a couple more times for good measure before sliding out, spilling some of his seed. He leaned against the cool cement support wall, the refreshing sensation sinking against his sweaty, heated back.
He watched as she pulled her panties and shorts up. His mind lingers on the knowledge that she was going to ride the train home fully creampied, he envisions every step of her journey, and his heart swells with a sense of ownership.
If it weren't for her sex-stained blush and the little hairs matted down to her sticky skin, you'd never suspect that she just had sex.