"Won't you tell me what you want me to do to you?"

Naruto doesn't give me a moment to answer–not that I can, though–until he slowly shoves his thumb smoothly to go deeper inside my mouth as my eyes get more and more hazy every damn second it grazes my inside.

I open my mouth just a tad bit wider, surrendering to his touch as I allow him to go deeper.

"Are you sure we are just a one-time thing?" he whispers. "Because your action is telling me otherwise."

Oh, say whatever you want.

I lick his thumb when it rests gently onto the cradle of my warm tongue, slipping, tracing it in slow, repeated circular motion until it's completely soaked in my saliva–while him, seeing me with his proud grin like a dangerous sly fox that he fucking is. He withdraws his thumb when a drop of spit trickles down from my lips to my chin, slowly moving further down toward my neck–but it doesn't get the chance. It doesn't get the chance, when, Naruto swiftly puts his hand to cradle the nape of my neck, pulling me close enough that his warm breath sweeps through my flushed face, then he finally licks it.

My throat bobs when his hot tongue grazes the skin just below my chin. It ignites fire in me, so grandiose that I feel like my whole body is burning in a hell of desire and lust. Between my half-lidded eyes and my almost-lost sanity, he keeps trailing his tongue all around my neck, tracing my veins pulsing in a frenzy, stopping a few times to give some pecks and sucks that I swear they are the darker shade of red due to the intensity he tries to mark me.

"Hngg–"

"Sweet, baby. Just as sweet as I remembered it from last week," he breathes out just below my earlobe. "Where?"

My eyebrows tug upward, questioning, while trying to look at him through my hazy eyes.

"Where do you want me to do you?" he repeats while teasingly grazing his lips against my skin just under the ear. "Down there on the floor? Desk? Or do you wanna ride me on the chair?"

He slips his fingers to gather my hair, positioning his face right in front of me as he says, "I can make you feel heaven and hell at once, again."

The corner of my lips lifts just a tad bit after realizing the chance I finally get. I bring my hands to rest on his broad shoulders–they're hard under my palm–then pushing them back until he leans on his chair. I stand in front of him and drop my bag on the floor.

I wag my hair and it sways gracefully following the shake of my head. I bit my hair band until it slips off my wrist, then using both hands to gather my hair and tie it into a simple high bun. Naruto still leans leisurely on his chair as he eyes me with a darker shade of blue beneath his gaze and a few repeated licks he does on his lips, as if showing how thirsty he is by the sight in front of him. A smirk never leaving his lips as his sharp, piercing gaze bores holes into mine.

"Incredible how you turn a plain pastel hoodie and a freaking denim jeans to look this stunning. Even Versace walking on red carpet pales in comparison with the thing you are wearing right now." His lips are partly agape when his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, "Though, even all heavens poured together still can't beat the beauty of you when you don't wear any."

I bit my lips, trying so hard to hold down my blush that came surging just as sudden as his words landed on my ear. It's only when I'm about to finish the last knot on my hair, Naruto briskly grabs my wrist and literally yanks me until I land on top of him–facing him head on as my thighs fall on either side of his waist.

"C'mere, let me help you." He snatches the hair band, ruining the bun only one knot away to finish, until my hair falls back like a curtain being undone.

He combs my hair in such an ethereal motion, as if to make sure he doesn't cause even the slightest inconvenience. We keep our eyes locked on each other as he tries gathering my hair until it just gets too heavy to what I can handle and my gaze drops onto his neck, observing how his pulse makes small thumping movements on his tanned skin.

Naruto pulls me closer to gain more access to tie the bun and my eyes just reflexively close once the alluring smell of his body suddenly becomes more maddening by the proximity. I surrender then dropping my head to rest on the crook of his neck, absentmindedly grazing my nose tip to his skin as I greedily breathe him in, as if trying to suck this man whole.

I always thought it's impossible to be this intoxicated by a mere smell like this, thinking it as something super cringe somebody could possibly do as if they hold no power over themself against their own desire or lust–until it really does happen to me, so pathetically. Just like a wild animal surrendering completely to its instinct, it–highkey–makes me feel like a total lunatic, how I always end up hypocriting myself or how this new-found version of me is giving me so much second-hand embarrassment.

But when I feel Naruto doing the same to me while his hands are still working on my hair–which I don't understand why it takes him so long, not that I mind though–it somehow makes me feel less embarrassed, knowing that it's not just me being so pathetically intoxicated. At least in this part, his act reassures me that it's mutual–by how much it mirrors mine.

"Do you even have any idea what you did to me?" he breathes out after a deep, long inhale on the crook of my neck. "It's the craziest shit I've ever experienced."

I lift my head to seek for his eyes, giving him a bold siren gaze as it ensnares him within this intense engagement. "I don't take words, but action."

He lets out a breathy chuckle, "Are you challenging me?" his hands slip down from my hair, which is done getting tied (finally), and they rest on either side of my waist, pulling me slowly until I scoot closer to him, making a delicious friction between our core that sends chills all over my body. Dammit. This shit so tasty as fuck. And I swear to God, I feel something hard just now. And the heavens know what that is.

Naruto lifts his hand to brush my bangs, leaving my face more open for him to see with such intensity. A sigh of pleasure unbidenly escapes my slightly parted lips. See? My body just acts on its own under his influence–ain't no way I can control it after all this shits.

"You're red," he whispers–or mocks, to be more precise, because that sly smirk of his just tells me everything. Naruto drags his lazy fingers to caress my cheek, exploring every curves and dips that's precisely carved on my face that somehow makes me so anxious because he will definitely feel just how hot I am.

"You're so hot, 'Nata," he teases. See?! "Want me to help you cool down? Peeling off a few layers might work."

"Stop your nonsense. You're just trying to get some, aren't you?"

"So you mean, you don't want it? Or this attachment is not mutual?"

"I told you, I know what I'm doing."

"Let's see then–" and just like that, I feel the softness of his lips crashing to mine. My whole body sparks like fireworks, fire burns wild from the pit of my stomach along with the cliche butterflies emerging like madness to the tips of my every fingers.

I swear, I know what I'm doing.

I swear, I have a plan under my sleeve when I jump into this chaos dressed like pleasure.

But what I forgot to calculate is that it's hard to control my body or to keep my brain straight once he's wrapping me around his fingers.

Naruto tilts his head to claim more access, his palm sleeping through my hair then fisting it in a complete dominance, as if to show who owns me. It's so mindfuckingly maddening how every precise calculation just seems so easy to flop whenever this man is involved. But, you know what's even more crazy than that? It's the fact that I, so much willingly, circle my arm around his neck, pulling him closer to press his body against mine as if trying to mold our bodies into one, demanding more solid proof that everything spinning around me is reality. That this much feeling embarking from the deepest part of me–which I don't even fucking know exists–is not a mere hallucination. It's real real.

The battle between our tongues is intense, fighting to claim yet another dominance as I find myself resisting to completely surrender under his touch in this. His tongue feels hot when it tangles with mine, pushing greedily deeper to get a taste of each corner inside my mouth.

He's definitely in so deep, the air surrounding us is filled with the provocative sounds of our lips colliding each other. I drag my hands to caress his board chest, finding the top button securing his vest, and cunningly maneuver to get them undone. One after another. Down til the very last one.

Once it's undone, I swiftly slip my hand into his pocket, carefully seeking for the thing I aim and–bingo! I got this! It's really there! I already predicted it when he pinned me to the wall a while ago, all thanks to my squeezy duck keychain I hung on my ID's card holder that I could feel the small bulge beneath his vest.

Naruto still doesn't realize what I already did as he's too busy painting my neck red. Or maybe, it's because he's also doing it to me that I could catch him off guard–his hand already slipping underneath my hoody, groping and squeezing my waist, bringing my skin ablaze under the taste of our skin against skin.

He brings back his lips to find mine. I let him–intending it for the last–as I clench my ID already secured within my grasp.

I must admit that this is a crazy bet. But, the craziest thing is how satisfaction fills me whole because I got back my ID while also getting the chance to kiss him again. I must have used all my lucks this year.

I withdraw in a sudden move, satisfiedly feeling like the winner when I see his lips follows mine to get some more, denying the end of our contact.

I flash him a coy smirk as I detach myself from him, flicking my ID card right in front of his face, mocking his loss. His brows only perk slightly, eyes drop to see the state of his unbuttoned vest then looking back at me who's already standing two steps back from him.

"I told you, I know exactly what I'm doing. And I win."

"Haah–" he sighs while dragging his hand through his hair until it gets a bit messy.

"Didn't you say it's how business done? Give and take. I gave you some and I take this in return." Another smug grin etched on my face. I bend down to take my bag, purposefully facing him with my bending back to let him have some view–just to mock him, of course.

"Thanks anyway, Mr. Billionaire." I say over my shoulder and finish it with a smirk.

Naruto only watches her walking away until she finally disappears behind the closed door. He can, of-fucking-course, catch her right there and then. Flipping this whole town upside down is not a really big deal to do with the amount of power and influence he holds. So, not letting her get away is definitely something that would only take him a flick of his finger to get done. It's that easy.

It's always that easy, but it's not challenging. It's not as challenging as seeing how far she could go until he makes her crawl back to him. Seeing how much she can entertain him by her unpredictable actions before he gets her wrapped again between his fingers, or tangled between his messy sheets, or sticking together skin to skin wet from their game.

She is challenging, opposite to everything in his life that has been coming way too easy for him.

"You sure you won, 'Nata?" a dangerous smirk plays on his lips. He rummages his pocket to get his phone, pressing the speed dial number 3 to make a call.

'Hello, Sir. Do you need anything?'

"I have a task for you."

—o0o—

"Ji-jiiiiiiii~"

'How is my baby doing? You study good?'

"Of course! Who do you take me for?!" I reply while rubbing my wet hair using a towel.

'Hehe as expected from my precious granddaughter!'

A smile blooms on my face upon hearing his proud voice. He's my grandfather, the only family member I have. He lives in the countryside right now and it's been months since the last time I visited him during the winter break.

That time when the acceptance letter came to our house, it wasn't all laughter in happy tears. Instead, we were literally bawling our eyes out with the fact that follows–that I have to go from my hometown to the dorm.

If it wasn't for the scholarship plus the dormitory facility it offers in pack, I don't think he would have let me go off that easily. He has always been so protective, not that I mind that. Instead, I really love the way he expresses his love.

I feel loved, wanted, and worthy of being protected. I feel like a precious being he doesn't want the world to taint. He protects but he also listens to what I want, never ignoring my voice nor disregarding my feelings.

"I miss you so much Ji-jiiiiii~" I whimper using my baby voice.

'Ish ish ish this big baby~ Your Ji-ji is all healthy so you don't have to worry about me!'

"How can I not worry?! Who's going to stick the patch on your back now that I'm gone?!"

'Hey I still can reach it, you know?! Besides, I think you need to worry more about Pokko. I think he misses you more than me hahahaha'

I plop my body on my bed, laying flat on my stomach as I snuggle my cat plushie which looks like my Pokko back home. Ugh I miss him so much! I really want to come home!

"So Ji-ji is not missing me enough?!" I yell with my slightly higher voice.

'Hahaha enough about that! Didn't I tell you to stop sending me money?! Our sales are good enough! You should have used your money to hang out with your friends or date!'

I flinched when I heard him mentioning about date as my mind just unconsciously runs back to him. No no no! There's no way….date? Haah who am I kidding. It was a one-time thing between us.

"Ugh do you really think I have time for that? If I had that much time in my hand I would have run back home every chance I got!"

'Hahaha but really? You don't have anyone you're interested in? Or somebody interested in you? My granddaughter is super beautiful just like her mom! The world should recognize you right away!'

"No hahaha really. I'm in no shape to date, Ji."

'Tsk, are you just drowning yourself between books everyday?!'

"You know best." I grin widely, "Besides, there's really no one having their eyes on me lol."

'Tch, those guys must be so blind for not noticing such a gem like you!'

"I don't care about guys anyway." I reply nonchalantly, shrugging shoulders as if he would be able to see it.

'Tsk tsk tsk, I'll probably die even before walking you down the aisle! And how about my grand-grandchildren?!'

"Hey! It's too early for that!"

'Not when it-s–'

My ears perk when I hear the door being opened and my lips automatically tug to form a wide smile when I see Ino steps into the room. "Ji-ji?"

I nod. Then in a flash, she recklessly throws her bag and snatches the phone from my hand, jumping into my bed and literally attacking me with our bodies squeezed together to fit in my single bed.

"Ji-jiiiiiiii! Your beautiful granddaughter is here!" I only give her my rolling eyes. If there's somebody who can steal my Ji-ji, it's only Ino and her only.

'My my, isn't this our pretty Ino-chan!'

"Hehehe how's life Ji-ji? Is your back alright?"

'Of course! I might not look like it but my bones are still as strong as metals!'

Tch, liar–I snort. My grandpa always gets back pain every time he overdone in the garden. He used to work in a food and beverage company as a horticulturist until he retired and decided to sell plants and flowers. Just like Ino's family who runs a flower shop. That's why when Ino came along for the first time to my hometown, she just clicked with my grandpa instantly in their first meeting.

'But I'm afraid I'm already too old to wait for Hinata to get married.' I heard him whining again.

"No no no! You don't have to worry about that, Ji-ji! I set her on a date just a week ago!" my eyes widened by the things she said. Ino that bitch–!

'Oh really? She didn't tell me–'

"NO JI-JI SHE LIED!" I snatch back my phone and yell before I could even control my voice. While sending Ino an evil glare, I hear rustles from the other side of the phone until his voice replies, 'Hahaha I'll look forward to the big news then!'

I can tell just by hearing his voice that his lip is now stretched into a big-ass smile across his face. I sigh softly. At least he's happy.

"It's late, you should rest."

'Alright, alright. Don't forget to invite him to our home, 'kay?'

I rolled my eyes, ignoring his words. "I'll be back once this midterm exam ends. Don't expect anything to tag along."

"Heeeey don't forget about meeee!" Ino interrupts and I only give her a tongue-out as a reply.

I hear chuckles from the other end of the call before he replies, 'Ok ok, just take your time, sweety. I'll be waiting for your return,' he says softly.

"Good night, I love you a big sunflower~"

'Yes, love you a big sunflower, too.'

Once the call ends, I sit up and fold my arms across my chest, glowering at Ino who is lying unapologetically on my bed as if she didn't do anything wrong just now.

"Didn't I tell you to not mention it again?! I told you it's a one time thing!"

She pouts, "Why? Isn't your sugar daddy hot?"

Hearing her response, I automatically snort. Yes, he's steaming hot. And it pisses me off. "Daddy my ass. How is he daddy when he's only 7 fucking years older than me?!"

"Hey isn't it better? He's not that old and loaded as fuck. Sexy, free, and single! It's a win!" she giggles like a minx that she is.

"No. It ends between us. Period." I lay beside her as I try to claim my bed back to me only. She doesn't bulge.

"So it's okay if I take him?"

I snap and I swear, I've never turned my head as fast as this before. My eyes stare at her for a few seconds before my reply comes. "Sure."

"There was a pause," she grins.

A pause?

I blink as my brain tries to process and sort my thoughts. Goddammit. It happens again. Hesitation. Closing my eyes, I push Ino away and turn around facing the wall. "Go to sleep."

I hear her chuckles and say something before she enters the bathroom to wash up. My brain is gradually slowing down as many thoughts swirl around my head–about my schedule tomorrow…library…going back home…dating…and…

…Naruto.

All those thoughts keep me slightly awake from my dozing off state before I finally fall completely asleep.

Sleep is all that I need after this long, tiring day. Though it's not as tiring as when I still have classes, lab practicum, and 2 part time works per day, but you know what I've been through today.

And tomorrow I need to go to the library early in the morning to borrow the book then continue studying until noon and ends the day at the only part time I keep during this exam week.

That…was all that I thought. Until they fall into shambles right in front of my eyes.

"What do you mean I can't?"

"I'm sorry Hinata, but another student already borrowed it yesterday."

"But–! Didn't you say you would keep it for me? Look, I got my ID back!" I shove my ID in front of her, trying to remind her of the promise she made.

"I know, I'm sorry. But the head librarian was here yesterday and I couldn't really do much. You know it's against the rule right?"

I sigh as my fingers come to pinch the bridge of my nose. Damn. Just when I thought everything would go smoothly yesterday. Goddamn luck.

So…what to do now? I need it for my exam in just 5 days away. It's impossible to get a copy during exam week like this. But I can't blame her. She's kind enough for having the intention to help me.

"Alright, I understand." I give her a curt bow and a smile before walking out.

I'm contemplating to call Sakura just in case she has one with her, that way I can make a copy–

Ding!

My brows furrow when I hear a ding. A phone ding. But it doesn't sound like my phone…?

Ding!

Another ding comes. I rummage through my bag and just then it reminds me. It's the new phone Naruto gave me yesterday. I've completely forgotten about it.

I slide the phone open and, just as expected, there's a new message in the inbox.

From N.

I don't need to think just to know who it's from.

08.14: Dinner tonight?

08.14: Of course I won't ask it for free

08.15: So, here are my offers.

[image attached]

My brows arch high as my finger hover above the image attached in his message. Tap.

"Holyshit–" an image zooms in just as fast as a yell slips out, my hand flies to cover my mouth, restraining it from making another unnecessary words upon seeing the attachment pic. With eyes widened and lips partly agape, I bring the phone closer to my face just to make sure what I'm seeing is correct.

There lies about 10 different anatomy books–damn it's 12 to be exact, after I finish counting them–that I really really need for my exam. The book I just failed to borrow earlier.

"Fuck, he even got Sobotta's–" which is the most expensive one from all anatomy book I know.

My eyes still can't leave the phone screen when another ding comes.

[08.17] I know you wouldn't agree so easily, that's why I've prepared another bunch that–most likely–you'll need. But I won't spoil them. Reply if you're interested. That's the give and take I offer for now. ;)

Not the smile with a wink emoticon, goddammit.

My fingers still hover above the keyboard, thinking carefully about the reply I'll type. It's a delicious offer, I must admit. But, with all the big acts I put yesterday about being a one-time thingy, should I really come back to him again this easily? Over some mere books?

Fuck.

And those 'mere' books happen to be holding the thin thread of my broken college life from snapping miserably.

But…seriously–?!

I steel my resolve as my fingers maneuver to type my reply.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

Sent.