Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: M for sexual content, strong language and substance use.


Hinata's breath begins to quicken.

She fights against her instincts to run away from the man she has loved since childhood. She reminds herself this is what she wants – to been seen and wanted by Naruto.

Her hoodie opens and figure revealed under a tight, black tank top.

Naruto backs away from her.

She knew this was too good to be true.

Hinata looks nothing like the girl he is infatuated with. She hates her overly large breasts. Since adolescence she has struggled with her disproportions. Reams of fabric hide her dysmorphia.

She struggles to fight against her tears. She chances a look up, maybe it's best to see his disgust. She hopes it will help her move on from her one-sided love.

His intoxicatingly blue eyes are darkened and half lidded.

In the next moment, his lips are heavy on hers.

She breaks herself out of the surprise to follow his lead.

It's her first kiss, so she allows him to guide her.

His tongue mingles with hers. His hand grabs the back of her head as he deepens their kiss.

She is overwhelmed by the novel sensation. Her core tingles in reception of his attention.

She knows it's too soon, but she can't help but to love the way he begins to grind against her.

"Couch?" He half demands, half questions.

"Okay." She mutters out before his lips come crashing down on her again.

Lips still locked they clumsily make their way to the worn-out sofa.

He pulls her onto his lap and tears off her hoodie.

Her breasts are roughly squeezed and fondled. Her gasps are interpreted as moans which encourages him to continue his violation. She doesn't know how to tell him to stop nor does she know how to tell him what she likes. Because she is clueless in this area. She is left with no choice but to lay the responsibility on him to reveal exactly what she needs and desires.

"You're so fucking sexy." His hands are at both sides of her hips getting ready to pull the tank top off.

She places her hands above him, halting his intentions.

She is not ready for this.

"Please, Hinata." His eyes are pleading. "Let me see you."

She has never had the willpower to say no to him. Her hands lift off of his.

Her tank top lands on the floor next to his jacket. Naruto's hands immediately move to her back where he fiddles with the clasps of her bra. She helps him unhook it.

His mouth covers her right nipple, while his thumb and forefinger twists and pinches the other.

She begins to lose herself in the feeling, reflexively pushing her chest against him to deepen the pressure of his tongue.

"Do you like that?" Voice low and rough. She has never heard him like this before.

"Mmm hmm."

He switches his mouth to the other breasts. His pushes her backward slightly and pulls down the zip of his pants. Raising his hips off the sofa he pulls down his pants and boxers.

Her eyes quickly shut close. She knows it's a juvenile reaction given how much he has already seen of her, but this is beyond her comfort zone.

"Open your eyes, Hinata." He directs her hand toward his hardened member.

"Look how hard I am for you."

Through his direction, she begins stroking him.

His head sags against the back of the sofa.

"You're so good at this." His kisses are bruising, but she doesn't care because he is happy with her efforts.

Palms under her legs, he lifts them up, then drops her suddenly back on to the couch.

His cock is inches away from her mouth. "Can you suck it?"

His hand moves up and down his length. He pushes against her closed mouth, precum coating her pink lips. "I want to see your pretty mouth around my cock."

Nervously, her tongue circles the tip of his head experimentally.

"Put your mouth over it." He orders impatiently.

Inch by inch, she moves toward his pubic area. She is submerged just below the tip when his begin to force her further down. Nearing the base, she begins to gag and pulls away to relieve her suffocation and wipe her teary eyes.

"Don't stop, Hinata." Her head is yanked back onto his angry cock.

He is fucking her face now, ignoring her halting grip on his thighs. His thrusts become uneven.

Hot liquid hits the back of her throat.

Pulling out, he brings his still hardened penis above her cheek and allows the remaining fluid to mark her.

Plopping back onto the couch, he tells her that there are towels in the bathroom.

After cleaning the hot, viscous liquid from her face, she tries to wash the pungent taste out from her mouth. But moves quietly so as not to give the impression that she is disgusted by anything originating from his being.

Soft snores greet her when she returns to the couch.

Picking up her discarded clothing, she quietly clothes herself and tip toes out of his apartment.


She sees him nearly every day after that encounter. Kisses are stolen in empty stairwells and hallways. They have made it back to his place a few times and it always ends with her on her knees. She has gotten used to the taste and smell of his cum and believes she is getting better at knowing how to please him.

She is happy that she is able to use her mouth to please him, and distract him from what lays below her stomach. As much as she loves him, she isn't ready to share that part of her with him just yet. Though she knows there is only so much she can resist before fully subjugating herself to him.

"You high?" Her roommate brings her out of her thoughts.

"Of course not. You know I don't smoke, Karui." They pause at a traffic light, waiting for their signal to cross.

"Uhh huh." Now at the other side of the street, Karui continues, "So what's up with the blissed out look."

"I'm happy." She was more than happy, she was ecstatic.

"Why the sudden surge in euphoria?" Hinata looks away from Karui's narrowed stare. She doesn't want to hide her relationship with Naruto, but by how secretive they have been, she knows that he may not be ready to go public.

"Just cause." Hinata quickens her steps. "Hurry up, I am hungry."

"That's the next thing, since when are you so pumped to have ramen. It's either you're on drugs or you're getting dick."

"Shhh." Hinata brings her forefinger to her lips. Moving aside the cotton noren from the ramen house, Hinata ushers in Karui.

A female close to their age greets them. The waitress guides them to a seat a few feet away from the serving counter. Then explains that the seating at the counter have already been reserved.

Ravenously, Hinata finishes her meal before Karui. Excusing herself, Hinata visits the washroom to tidy her appearance.

Without observing her surroundings or the other patrons in the establishment, Hinata returns to her seat.

She pulls out her phone from her bag, hoping to have received a message from Naruto during the past few minutes.

"Lovah boy, no wait - your dealer didn't get back to you?" Karui teases.

Disappointed, Hinata ignored her friend's teasing and locks her phone. "I'll get the bill."

Rising off her chair, she is about to walk toward the hostess when a familiar voice freezes her movement.

"Don't be so mean, Sakura-chan."

"I'm just saying, if it's a date you better be paying."

"Yeah, yeah, I will." Tanned hands she has become well acquainted with nervously scratch blonde hair.

"Good, because that's the only reason I agreed." The pink haired female huffs.

His hands now rest on the female's thighs, "Not because you want to spend time with me?"

Knucks crack and he pulls away dramatically. "I'm sorry." He chuckles. "I'll be right back. Gotta take a leak."

Still frozen in stupor, her body begs her to turn away but she stands there in silence ignoring Karui's tug on her hoodie.

Swinging around on his stool, she notices the glee in his eyes.

'Has he ever looked that happy around me?'

His joyous gait comes to a complete stop when he notices her in the corner of the restaurant. His mouth opens to say something, then it closes.

His female companion notices his sudden stillness and turns around to inspect.

"Hinata, Karui. What a surprise." They are well acquainted enough for Sakura to come over to hug both girls.

Whispering into Hinata's ear, Sakura tells her, "This isn't a date. He just bugged me into it. Please don't tell anyone." By anyone, Hinata knew who Sakura meant – the one person the pink-haired beauty was constantly striving to attract.

Hinata nods her head. Finally regaining her mind, she pulls out a wad of cash. Dropping it on the table, she tells Sakura she is late for a meeting with a professor.

She rushes out the restaurant without looking back and acknowledging the stupefied blonde or her deserted roommate.

Hinata is back in the safety of her dorm room.

Out of breath, Karui finally catches up.

"What was that about, Hinata? I can't believe you just left me there." Karui is too busy removing her shoes and coat to notice the tears flowing freely down her roommate's face.

Hinata swipes at her face furiously, turning away before her roommate could see her. "I don't feel well. I am going to call it a night."

"Shit. Do you need me to get you something?"

"It's okay, I just need to sleep it off." Hinata responds before softly closing her door shut.

It's nearly midnight and four hours since she last saw him. He finally decides to text her.

Naruto-kun: Can I see u?

Hinata H: I'm already in bed and my roommate is asleep.

Naruto-kun: I'm outside your room.

Hinata darts up off the bed. She should tell him to leave and that she doesn't want to see him again. But anticipation of an explanation for his 'date' with Sakura convinces her to open the door.

"It's late, Naruto-kun."

"Yeah, but I had to see you." Dolefully he presses his forehead against the cool concrete wall of her hallway. "Sakura and I are just friends. We were just joking around."

Not fully convinced but hopeful, Hinata responds, "Hmm."

"You believe me, right?" She looks away at his vulnerability and chastises herself for doubting him.

"I do." Of course, she does. Hinata believes in Naruto. She always did and believes she always will.

Radiating with joy, a bright smile illuminates their hallway. "Are you going to invite me in?"

"Karui is here and asleep."

His joyful smile turns mischievous. "I'll be quiet."

She moves away from the door to allow him entry. Quietly they walk over to her bedroom.

As soon as the door is shut, his hands and mouth are on her.

She feels wanted and loved. She tells herself she must repent for not trusting him.

"I'm sorry about tonight, Naruto-kun." Her bra is already on the floor.

"You should make it up to me." Naruto unbuckles his belt and she finds her position at the base of the bed.


The semester is nearing the end, when Hinata is brought out of her reverie.

Having been convinced by Karui to join her at a Christmas themed party, she is embarrassingly dressed as an elf in a short obnoxiously bright green dress, with candy caned striped thigh high stockings and a pair of ruby red shoes.

She only agreed to Karui's incessant begging because she believed Naruto would be there as well.

Whistles and catcalls accompany her as she and Karui stroll through campus toward the student bar.

She hangs her head in shame knowing that the men are laughing at her moronic appearance.

Inside the bar, next to an unoccupied booth, Karui shouts over the loud music, "I'll go get us drinks."

"Just water for me." Hinata calls out, unsure if her request is heard.

Hoping she is discrete; her eyes roam the crowd for unruly blonde hair and blue eyes.

Karui returns with two fruity alcoholic beverages.

Hinata frowns but accepts.

A handsome tall Santa Claus and a muscular Rudolph approach the two females. They introduce themselves as Darui and C.

After a brief introduction, Karui abandons Hinata to join Darui on the dancefloor.

Oozing sex appeal, even with a glowing red nose, C offers his hand invitingly to Hinata. As striking and personable as he is, she declines. Because he is not the man she desires, and also because she knows the invitation is out of pity. He is just being a good wingman and not wanting to offend the woman he was obligated to attend to.

Kissing her hand, he playfully tells her, "If you change your mind, I'll let you guide my sleigh tonight."

He winks before walking away.

Her attention is redirected to the dancefloor.

Sighing she begins to believe Naruto may not be coming tonight. Pulling out her phone, she contemplates messaging him. But decides against it, since he is usually the first to text and she doesn't want to bother him if he is busy studying.

Tucking her phone back into the overly large pocket of her dress, she quickly finishes off her drink. She decides she will text Karui when she is back at their room so the redhead doesn't guilt her into staying.

She returns her glass to the bar, then takes one last look at the crowd. In the far corner of the bar, her nightmare becomes a reality.

She sees him with his back against a wall and his hands on another female's ass. Even from this distance she can tell that his eyes are closed as Sakura whispers into his ear.

Just like in the ramen house she is frozen in place. She feels a tear dislodging from her eye, it tickles her face as it moves downward, but she is unable to wipe it away.

A baritone voice startles her. "If it's any consolation, she is just using him to get me jealous."

She recognizes that smug voice. There is only one person she knows who thinks the world revolves around him.

"Sasuke." She acknowledges without turning to greet him.


The idea for this story came from a fun prompt - Sasuke fake dates Hinata to get Naruto to stop pestering him about women. Hinata agrees in an attempt to get Naruto jealous/notice her. But as with all my story ideas, it turned a bit dark and depressing. I don't think I will go down the fake dating route. But now I am torn between having Sasuke as a bad guy like Naruto or more of a gentleman (which might be a bit OOC).

I hope someone is enjoying this story and would love to get your feedback and who you are rooting for (if anyone at all).