"Don't answer it," she mumbled out, borderline annoyed. Still, something told me I should, some terrible feeling in my gut that was only going to get worse if I didn't. Thankful that I'd been too eager to undress, I stuffed my cock back into my pants and shimmied them back up, Sakura glaring at me tiredly the whole time. I leaned down and kissed her firmly.
That shifted her glare to the wall.
I almost felt good again until I opened the door.
It was Hinata.
Somehow I'd known, maybe it was the gentleness of the knock, the fact they knocked again a couple of minutes later but didn't get any louder. Maybe I sensed the misery radiating off of her even through the door. She didn't look at me when it swung open.
"Hey Hinata," I offered awkwardly. "Listen I know I said you were welcome here anytime but I'm actually kind of busy right now…"
"I need to talk to you," she said, just barely above a whisper,
"I- yeah okay, come in," I said, figuring I definitely owed her that much.
"Seriously?" a voice demanded over my shoulder. Before I could say anything to or about the pretty girl who was currently in my apartment, she continued. "This why you've been so busy? Too busy fucking your little stalker weirdo to give me the time of da-" she cut off when I grabbed her arm, walking back, deeper into my home, where we could talk with some semblance of privacy.
"Let go of me!" she demanded.
I did, but kept my body close to hers, pinning her against the wall unless she wanted to break her gaze.
"Sakura, listen to me," I demanded, taking a tone with her I'd never done before. She clamped up, but she still looked pissed. "I get, so little from you, so little time, so little consideration, just so little!" I hissed out. "So if you want to keep this 'whatever we have' going, your going to have to tolerate the fact that I have a life other than you," she was still glaring, but I could see tears welling up in her eyes. "You're also going to have to start calling, and not just show up at my house unannounced again, okay?"
Her only answer was to clench her jaw harder and bring her face away from my eyes.
"Now, while you decide if you can accept that, please get out of my house, I need to talk to my girlfriend," I said, emphasizing the word, twisting the knife just a little harder. It was stupid, it was cruel, especially when I genuinely wanted to keep seeing her. But God did she really have to insult Hinata like that? Clearly, she saw the poor girl was already upset, and it's not like I was her boyfriend.
When I leaned back she practically ran out of the apartment, though I heard her throw one last little fuck you at me on her way out.
"Alright I got what I came for I guess, you can have him now," she jeered by the doorway.
I brought my hands up to rub my temples. By the time I strolled back into the sitting room Hinata was in tears. She jerked back aggressively when I tried to grab her shoulder.
"Hinata…"
"I'm not a monster Naruto!" she sobbed out. "I'll…cover for you and…lie and everything either way!" she got out, eyes in her hands as she confused me. I wanted so bad to hug her, hold her. "You don't- you didn't have to sleep with me and dote on me and pretend you liked me!" she declared before falling into uninterrupted sobs.
I pulled her against my chest.
She only fought it for a couple of seconds.
"Hinata no, I didn't pretend anything I love spending time with you, I swear!" I gently cooed, quieting her sobs just the smallest amount. God, I should have broached this subject earlier, delicately, I knew she was insecure. "I really want to be with you," I assured, giving her a squeeze in the hug.
"You already have a girlfriend," she choked out bitterly.
"I do not," I said, still a little annoyed at the fact, even now. "Sakura's barely over here, I see her like, two or three times a month, and just for a couple of hours. I'm just some toy she uses to blow off steam, it's how she treats me anyway," I said, accidentally making myself bitter with the words. In the interest of full disclosure, I continued, even as she seemed to finally be calming down. "I mean, I asked her, twice, if we were a couple, and both times she just scoffed at me," I admitted, surprised when she gasped.
When she pulled back to look up at me her eyes were still wet, but she appeared to have stopped crying.
"Oh Naruto that… I'm sorry I can't imagine…asking a question like that and getting answered so cruelly," she hugged me back, and somehow that made me feel worse. "I'm your real girlfriend, not her?" she whispered into my chest, like she was afraid of the answer.
"Yes Hinata, you're my girlfriend,"
"You promise?"
"I swear,"
We stayed like that, embraced but not moving, her sniffling but not crying, for quite a while. Eventually, the atmosphere became calm, if still tense. I scratched at her head affectionately.
"Why'd you come over anyway?"
"I just…wanted to see you but I…don't think I'll do that anymore. Just come over I mean, I- please Naruto I never want to see her again, can you do that for me at least?" she asked looking up at me. Without thought, I leaned down and kissed her, hard.
"Yes, anything, your amazing Hinata. Please, keep coming over whenever you want, Sakura came over unannounced and I told her she can't do that anymore," I explained truthfully.
"But I can?" she piped up, a bit of energy suddenly in her tone. When I didn't answer she continued. "And… will you really marry me when I get pregnant?" she asked, looking up at me with the last flickers of worry in her eyes.
"Of course I-" she kissed me. It was a little awkward, sloppy, but we ended up comfortable enough, gently meeting lips as we stood there, still by my front door. I scooped her up by the ass so we wouldn't have to stretch so far, holding her up to eye level with me as I placed her against the wall.
"Naruto…" she began, breaking the lip lock, and immediately sending my mouth after her cheek and neck. She seemed to enjoy the shift in attention. "I- can we go to the couch please?" I carried her over and sat down, with her naturally following onto my lap. "I love you," she whispered, a hand coming up to stroke my face.
She still had the vestiges of tears on her face.
I thought about how terrified her sadness had made me.
"I think I love you too," I muttered, bringing our mouths back together. It was irresponsible to say, we hadn't been together long, but fuck she was just so amazing. In any case, the declaration breathed new energy into our intimacy.
She took her own shirt and hoody off, that was a first.
I yanked the bra off without hesitation, literately ripping it down off her breasts and letting it fall. More tears came as I started worshipping her breasts, but I think they were happy ones this time. I hugged her tight, scratching her back and groaning with enthusiasm as I nibbled on her knockers. My oral assault continued until she told me to stop. The fact she told me while pulling my cock out of my pants, told me what she wanted.
I returned my mouth to hers, and we both released a mighty groan as I slid in to the hilt.
"I love you…I love you…" she broke off to mutter, mumbling the words again and again into my ear. It was all I could do to keep it up, keep pleasuring her. It's almost a joke that the only reason I lasted long enough to make her cum with my cock is probably that I already got one load off, not a half-hour ago, with another girl.
Her words devolved into a scraggly cry as I picked up speed.
They got louder and louder, like she wanted to tell the whole world what we were doing, like she wanted to scream out to every person on the planet that she and I were having sex! My mouth over hers finally silenced her, and seemed to push us both over the edge. We came together, her gasps shrill and high, mine deep and low as we remained locked together, as close as we could.
Staring up at the ceiling, our breathing slowly falling into unison, I thought again about how lucky I was.
This worked out smoother than I could have dreamed, Hinata was such an understanding woman.
Everything should be nice and simple from here.
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