This chapter contains sexual content! You have been warned.
Chapter 11- Repercussions:
The next morning I'm greeted by a groaning Hinata cursing and making a racket in the kitchen.
Sleeping on the couch started out ok, waking up halfway sprawled off was just... Uncomfortable.
"Fucking alcohol. Never again! Fuck you mom! Why are the cups so damn high!" last night rushes back and I let out a sigh of relief. She's definitely back to normal. But my relief is quickly replaced by rage. Fiery hot and boiling. This stupid girl.
"So you're awake." she comments, "it's about damn time, get me a fucking cup!" she snarls and I roll my eyes.
Readjusting myself and sitting up on the couch, I begin rubbing my temples, "after the bullshit you caused last night, figure out a way to get it yourself bitch."
She storms over to me, "what the fuck did you say dickface?" she hisses and reaches out at me and out of reflex I catch her wrist.
I pull her close to my face, using my other hand to grip the back of her hair tightly, leaving no room for escape, "I said, get. It. Your. Self." she's milimeters from my face and I feel the tension radiating off her body, "you put me through hell last night and then you have the fucking balls to demand shit out of me? You self important cunt!" she flinches at my word choice and tries to pull away.
"Let go," her face and voice are calm, but emotions swirl through her eyes and it feels like I'm reliving all her drunken memories of the previous night. A slight pink tints her cheeks.
"Well if your offer is still on the table, then get undressed and get to work." I don't care if I'm being an ass. If I have to break myself in the process, I'll fuck all the defiance and hatred out of her.
"Let go?" Hinata repeats. Only this time it sounds more like a question and I release her hair and wrist, only to promptly wrestle her into straddling my lap. I know she can feel my morning wood. Good. She needs to know what I felt last night.
"What are you doing? You fucking piece of shit fuckface prick!" I grab her hips before she can escape, watching her pitiful struggles.
I chuckle darkly at her words and her eyes widen, "why don't you shut the fuck up? Get a clue little girl, you aren't in control anymore. The only thing you're accomplishing by moving like that is rubbing against my dick." she freezes and gulps.
"What's the matter Hinata? You wanted me last night, you said whatever I wanted was ok." I tease, kissing her neck and she quakes. "Or were you lying? You really are a tease aren't you." I cup one breast through her thin shirt and roughly pinch the nipple. Gasping, she jerks away or tries to. I'm already making quick work of her shirt, pushing it up, faster then she's able to react.
I find myself smirking playfully, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you don't wear a bra to sleep in." her face could put the reddness of blood to shame and I watch as her chest heaves as she breaths nervously. Such lovely tits...
"Stop." she croaks, "I'm not a tease, but not like this. Not this. Just stop. Please just fucking stop. Don't look at me!" her last word is cut off by a whimper as she pulls down her shirt and crosses her arm over her chest.
Her face. I don't like the expression, I don't like how she's looking at me. I release her hips and she sags in relief, breathing gradually returning to normal, she meets my eyes defiantly and spits out, "I'm not a tease. I'm just a stupid drunk. Its why I usually drink alone at night."
"You drink regularly?"
"That's none of your fucking business!"
I grab her chin roughly and she squeaks, "that's answer enough. So you aren't hungover?"
"No. Saki is a bitch drink." she growls.
"Imagine that, you're an alcoholic. Do you normally try to fuck people when drunk?" I ask bluntly and she ducks her head, raising herself to get off my lap and I pull her back down, groaning at the contact to a certain area. God dammit, I'm a fucking masochist. "Fine don't answer. I'll just assume I'm special and all my hard work is paying off. Then again last night is proof of that." I grind into her softly, "do you feel that? It's all because of you."
She sputters and I watch several emotions flit through her face and can't help but feel amusement. The anger is still there. But I won't get revenge by manhandling her... I'll have to be gentle.
I kiss her softly and when she pushes against my chest, I hold her hands there, slipping my tongue into her mouth. God help me if this bitch bites off my tongue. She sighs and slowly begins to reciprocate. As carefully as possible, I reposition us so that she's laying down on the couch and I'm on top; all while never breaking contact.
When I do finally pull away, she opens her eyes. They're hazy and bewildered. "You really did piss me off last night, but I am sorry for following your example and being so damn pushy..." I trail off awkwardly.
Yeah I'm pissed, yeah I want revenge. But scaring her is NEVER ok. Making her nervous though... all bets are off for that.
"O-okay..." she stutters and I kiss her forehead.
Then her nose.
Lips.
Neck.
Collarbone.
I begin fondling one breast with my teeth and tongue and she digs her nails into my shoulder, Writhering and squirming, teeth clenched tight.
"Hinata, tell me when to stop." she groans in response and I take that as acknowdgement, continuing on my path. I know my destination one hand tracing down. And I have a feeling as long as it's not sex... She may allow it.
I slip the hand into the waistband of her shorts and she stiffens. "Shhhh" I soothe her, "its ok" I start working on her other nipple and feel her resume squirming, fighting to keep a clear head.
Good luck with that darling... I easily find her spot and begin to expertly stroke and circle it. She opens her eyes and I meet her with a kiss.
"Normally I'd like you to be quiet... But in this case, why aren't you moaning for me? I know it feels good... You're nice and wet." I murmur into her ear, continuing to stroke her damp panties evidence of her silent arrousal, as I make direct contact for the first time, slipping one finger into her core. She gasps loudly, shaking against my finger and I softly insert another, curling them up. Hinata suddenly jolts up, latching onto my occupied arm. Panic in her face. I press my forehead against her as I begin to pump into her. "Tell me sweetheart, did you think about me doing this? Touching you? Did you rub yourself raw, wanting me inside you?" she's panting now, her back arching out of instinct to meet my movements, never breaking eye contact. "Did you picture how good my cock would feel filling and stretching you?" my words seem to full her want as I feel her become wetter; I press harder against the spot inside her and she finally lets out an audible moan.
I can feel her climbing, about to reach her peak, and just as she's about to release, I nip her lip and withdraw my hand; leaving her hanging.
Her mouth opens for a second before closing. And then opening again. "That is how I felt last night." I gloat.
"Motherfucking bitch." she curses attempting to push me off her and I laugh.
"You'll have to beg next time you want to cum."
"Sadist!" she hisses, "I'm taking a shower! I need to steralize myself!" and with that, Hinata shoves me onto the floor and storms off.
As I hear the water turn on, I laugh, she thinks she's getting away that easily. Walking up to the door, I hear a muffled moan. Oh no bitch. I don't think so. You aren't getting off that easily. This is my game.
I quietly open the door, having already stripped outside it, and slip into the shower. God this woman needs to be more aware.
I watch her touch herself for a minute, appreciating the view before wrapping my arms around her, I trap her movement and she slightly jumps.
"What the fuck are you do-" a moan cuts off her words as I lightly brush a finger against her clit.
"What did I tell you? You're going to have to beg." I bite her neck, sucking hard. If nothing at all, I'll leave my mark on her.
Inserting a finger and then the next I feel her legs nearly buckle as she lets out a grateful groan followed by a muffled noise that sounds like a yes. Slowly I bring her closer, closer, closer and then pull away.
She hisses.
I repeat the process 3 more times.
A fourth.
By the fifth. She's shaking.
On the sixth round of torment she sobs out her frustration; clawing viciously at my other arm, as I press tighter against her.
"Calm down Hinata, just ask nicely." you know the words, use them." if it takes till the water runs cold I will win, "I can keep doing this all day." I leisurely begin again. This time taking my time, so it's even harder for her to climb.
"Please," she finally relents and I chortle.
"Please what?" I pry, beginning to pick up the pace, I can feel her walls beginning to cling to me and the starting ripples, signaling she's climbing again.
"Please..." I move faster. "Oh god..." I continue even faster. "Just let me." I reduce my movement to tease her. "Please let me cum!" fastest. Her orgasm rips through her at full force and her legs crumble with its waves.
I gently sit her down. And she stays there panting and shaking for a few moments before glancing at me.
A look of shock washes over her face as she notes my nakedness and my throbbing issue a few feet away from her face.
"Could you please stand up." I moan, "you're making my life... Difficult."
"How?" I choke on her question.
Grasping myself I slowly begin moving my hand, knowing what to do by heart, "you're on your knees in front of me naked... And all I want," I pant beginning to stroke faster, "is to feel that mouth."
I brace myself against the wall, closing my eyes, not caring if she sees, when she touches me.
I glance down to see her hand hesitantly brush against it again and I clench my teeth. She's teasing me. All well... I guess that would serve me right.
"I-I just..." she gulps, taking a deep breath as I watch her curiously, "I don't know how to ok!" she blurts out yelling before retracting and hiding her face.
I crouch down to her level, "Hinata." she ignores me, "Hinata look at me." I command and she glances up, a look of shame on her face.
God dammit, why does she have to look so fucking vulnerable? She's ruining everything! How the hell am I supposed to fuck her face is she looks at me like that.
"Do you like me?" I ask point blank and I can see the look of vulnerability turn to fear. I reach out caressing her cheek and she's as stiff as my dick. "Its ok. I won't tell anyone." my words seem to ease her and I see apprehension replace the vulnerability.
"Do you like me?" I freeze.
I thought drunk Hinata was the most unexpected. Well fuck.
After five minutes, when she coughs awkwardly, I become re-aware, that I've been sitting, staring at her blankly.
"Of course not! I'm sorry, stupid me huh? Get that look off your face fuckface! I was just fucking with you! Stand up. I'll do my best to return the favor. I don't have all fucking day!"
There's a false overly cheerfulness to her voice and it may have worked for someone like Sakura. But Hinata sounding cheerful at all was a red flag. And when I notice a tear escaping down her cheek and hear her false proclamation of getting "fucking water in her eyes!" All I can manage is to hug her tightly.
She pushes against me, complaining loudly, "look Hinata," she stalls at my words her breath catching, "I don't know. All I can do is be honest. I can't promise a happy ending. Fuck I can't promise anything. Beyond the fact, I'm not taking any of this, whatever we are for granted."
"Okay." she ducks her head before mumbling, "will you show me how to do it?" I nearly miss her words and nod holding my breath.
And I do. I show her.
She doesn't look at me as we get dressed.
She doesn't look at me as she grabs her stuff.
And finally, she doesn't look at me when she leaves shortly after.
So when, hours later I hear someone pounding on my door, Sakura is the very last person I expect to see on my doorstep.
"Is Hinata still here? No one's seen or heard from her for hours."
Hinata's missing...
Anyways that's it! I decided to focus more on Naruto and Hinata's problematic relationship. Next chapter is about the cause of her anxiety attack.