Chapter 12

His hands practically tied a knot in her long midnight blue hair as he pulled hard, making Hinata, who was on all fours on her own bed, raise her pale rear even more. Not satisfied, he leaned in further, covering her petite body with his rigid chest against the girl's sweat-damp back. With a slow, languid movement, Sasuke slowly slid his dick into her tight interior, being sucked in and squeezed. He almost growled, like an animal entirely in the throes of sexual pleasure. His mouth sought her nape, bare and at his disposal. He sucked intensely as he kissed the girl's pale skin. He was undeniably delighting himself while sinking deeper and deeper, getting lost in Hinata's increasingly loud moans. He brought his lips close to her ear, whispering dirty but exciting things, making her feel more depraved than ever as her pussy contracted, squeezing him tighter.

"Damn, Hinata... You feel so fucking good!" he thrust hard and with some brutality. He plunged inside her, praying to God for his sanity.

"Ohh Sas..."

His hand released her long strands and gripped her left breast firmly, kneading it and pulling the nipple while the rhythm of his thrusts increased. The sighs and moans became more constant. Her half-cup bra was nothing more than a strap around her waist while her thong had been pulled to one side. Nothing planned, not at all. It was a kind of sloppy sex, where the thing that prevailed in both was the raw desire to appease the excitement of the moment. He would not even know how it started, just didn't want to stop in any way. For Sasuke, the garment still on her milky body provided a perfect view of perversion, an excitement that grew when the idea that they were doing something very, very wrong emerged.

Still kneeling on the mattress, he let his hands slide along the sides of her soft, tight body until they reached those two perfect, full mounds. So much flesh at his disposal, and he was a damn hungry carnivore needing to feed on her. He grabbed them, squeezing hard and leaving his hands imprinted on her, and saw Hinata shiver. A mischievous smile appeared on the man's lips as he let one hand slide to her clit and began to rub it. Hinata's hands gripped the sheets tightly as she lowered her torso entirely, arching even more for the Uchiha.

"Holy shit!" he growled more, quickly letting himself be engulfed by her pulsating core, hot as hell. It was too much, having that ass turned towards him like that. In fact, it was too much to have Hinata at his mercy like that. He had the fucking hots for that petite woman who turned his head.

Her moans were like gasoline dangerously fueling his fire; he could bite her, mark her, suck her... God, he could be locked up for a whole damn week with that petite, and it still wouldn't be enough.

"S-Sa-su-ke..."

"What? Hm?"

Their panting breaths made them drag their words. He saw her turning her face slightly sideways while those delicious lips parted, expressing pleas for pleasure, making the moment even more delicious as his skin reacted to her. She begged him for it. He was responsible for her pleasure, her carnal pleasure.

He thrust slowly, his hips swaying very gently, feeling his dick sliding out and coming back in strongly while his fingers moved faster. Actually, this was something he was doing for himself because he was trying to hold back from coming, he was so close. Hinata was so wet, so tight. His fingers were slick with her excitement, and that made his member throb even more.

"I-I... I need... I want more..."

He thrust hard at once, eliciting a scream from her as she clenched the sheets tightly.

"Like that, hm? You want to be fucked hard, Hina?" the excited huskiness in his voice vibrated through her entire body. Each of her senses begged for pleasure and ecstasy. Hinata was so lost in it that she didn't even remember where she was, what was happening around her, and especially, her damn rules of good conduct.

"S-sas... harder," she pleaded softly and coyly, pushing the brunette almost pull out entirely and then thrust back in hard, making their bodies collide forcefully.

"Ahhhh, fuck!" she cursed without even realizing.

"Beg, damn it!" his tone of voice changed, and his posture became more aggressive and urgent, just like hers. Uchiha pulled Hinata's entire body against his, pressing them together while still kneeling on the bed. His lips brushed against her ear, enveloping her possessively, "Say it, what do you want? I wanna hear it!"

He thrust hard into her again while Hinata closed her eyes tightly, allowing herself to be opened entirely in that position. Her arms wrapped around his neck, letting herself be completely carried away by the pleasure of his touches as he fucked her in that way. It all added up in her body, her mind, her reactions. Her heart was racing too fast, her breathing rapid and intense. Her muscles were tense, begging for climax, for pleasure, and this was under his control. It was a fact, she was utterly at Sasuke's mercy, and unbelievably, this excited her more. His hoarse voice, his strength and savagery... God! She wanted it. No, she needed it! The heat was building too quickly in her groin, her pussy was dripping, and she knew she needed it... She would beg...

Such a wanton!

"Say it, damn it!" his voice commanded dominantly, excited, filled with desire, lust, and rudeness. If she could look into his black eyes, they would show how much lust was pouring out of them at that moment. The fabric of her panties was soaked, and everything was leading to a total collision.

"Fuck me, Uchiha!" she shouted, eyes closed, heart racing, and insane desire, "Fuck me hard, damn it!"

A more than profane and mischievous smile formed on his lips, feeling her desire vibrate through his entire body and stop at his dick, which he violently buried in her.

"Your wish is my command, princess!" he spoke, starting to pound mercilessly into her overly drenched and warm pussy. They clang to each other, almost fusing their bodies. Her ample breasts jiggled wildly as screams and moans took over not just the room but the entire floor until they finally reached the climax of that night. Sasuke let his chin rest on Hinata's shoulder as he closed his eyes tightly and crushed her petite body against his, releasing an intense guttural moan as his jets of semen flowed, accompanied by her orgasm.

Satisfaction was an understatement.

...

In the living room, Tenten initially used her headphones, then realized she needed a higher volume. During the silence between two musics, she heard all those screams and moans and fanned herself. She stood up to grab a glass of water and cursed.

"Holy moly, this guy must be doing some damage!" she shook her head when she heard another scream from Hinata followed by a curse. "My goodness! You know what? I always thought this rule of no hookups when one of the girls is here was stupid," she squeezed her thighs, drinking more water, "but hearing it now? It's totally justified. We'll have a fight tomorrow because now I want to ride a dick so big that it makes me scream like that!" she said, taking out her cell phone and opening WhatsApp, heading straight to her most complete and satisfying booty call: Neji Hyuuga.

...

The petite body nestled against Sasuke, burying her face there. His hand went to her smooth, fine hair, caressing them as their breathing slowly calmed and the heat of their bodies subsided. After discarding the used condom, his hands went for her butt, kneading it hard and making her slap his chest and reveal her angelically flushed face.

"My God, I'm so embarrassed!" she murmured, sitting timidly on his hips and giving him an excellent view of her bare breasts again. "Do you realize I broke my own rules?" she saw him arch an eyebrow while a sly half-smile formed on his lips. "Yes, Uchiha, rules. The first one, no guys here when the other is around!"

"Serious problems, urgent measures," he replied with a slightly provocative tone.

"Cynical!" she twisted her lips as she readjusted her bra. He should admit how beautifully those black and purple pieces stood out against her pale skin, which now had some purples and reds to go with them. "I screamed like... a..."

"I contributed to that with immense satisfaction," he pulled her to him again, cradling her to his chest. "You talk too much. I bet Mitsashi doesn't even care about that. Normal people have sex, Hinata, or are you going to tell me that..."

She cringed.

"I don't like the idea of being in such a... intimate moment and... someone listening..." she whispered timidly, shrinking further into him as he held her tight. His lips neared her ear:

"You should feel proud. Undoubtedly, you must have made someone jealous."

"You are a shameless pervert, Sasuke Uchiha!"

"Shhh, stop talking nonsense," she blushed more, but now it was with rising anger interrupted by something unexpected from him.

"You know, you're so hot and did it so well that instead of a simple 'Gram shot, we could do a porn."

She sat up.

"You're joking with me, right?"

He laughed. He couldn't resist that.

"Of course I am!" he pulled her back to him, "The porn would be exclusive for me."

"Sasuke!" she scolded, flushed with embarrassment, but he didn't let her go this time.

"Hey, listen up, you noisy girl," he said as she pouted, now really angry. Since when was she noisy? Well, it took a few seconds for her to realize why he called her noisy. It was a reference to her screams and moans from earlier, and it made her feel even more ashamed. It was all his fault. She wasn't like that! "I have an invitation to make."

She looked at him somewhat suspiciously. If he used the words movie and porn in the same sentence again, she would kill him.

"So... This weekend, the Saints are playing against the Rocks in Kumo," he felt her tense up a bit, but she remained silent. "My idiot brother and his friends... well, they're going there."

She smiled slightly, but he couldn't see it. It wasn't happy or sad, almost inexpressive. She was already imagining the scenario in her head: he would say, "I'm going with them, so we'll have to cancel our plans." Okay, that was fine, after all... they weren't that important. They have made no promises or agreements or... had a relationship of any kind. And even if they did, she wouldn't be a controlling nag who demands everything. She never was, not even with Naruto, who loved such matches and always went without her. However, there was a small, painful pinch in her chest. The same pinch she felt whenever she was with Uchiha. An... anticipated longing? Maybe her attachment was deeper than she thought? Well, it was easy and, at the same time, complex. Hinata had fallen in love with Naruto when she was still a teenager and formed an image of unrealistic perfection of him, something she projected, and she really had to agree with him when he said that to her. She had to learn that people were imperfect, that she was imperfect. But the thing was, breaking down that image of Uzumaki within herself was a process. Honestly? She felt immense resentment towards him and was not ready to let go of it, but she was sure she would be a better person and completely prepared to move forward when she freed herself from those feelings. As the priest used to say in his sermons, bad and negative emotions were like weights, like shackles for those who kept them.

As for Uchiha? Well, Sasuke was a tremendous surprise in her life, like those kittens abandoned at your doorstep. You couldn't just leave them there. It wasn't something bad or as if he was a replacement. No, far from it. It was a feeling that came unexpectedly but was growing there bit by bit. He was slowly undoing her insecurities, dismantling them, and turning them into confidence. He made her feel things about herself that she had never felt before, and his unbelievably gruffly presence was pleasant. Sasuke was an ogre with a heart. And she... slowly found herself involved and entangled with him.

Well, as she thought, an unexpected gift. And when the time to move on came, it would be wonderful if it were with him. And that's why she felt those things when he said that. Yes, Hinata was emotionally committing to him, and yes, she was more attached to his presence than she would admit.

"Usually... Well, not every girl likes these things, but..." he hesitated, nervous. "Damn," he breathed, "their stupid band was invited to play there, and we have tickets for the game. I... kind of... you know... If you want, but if you don't..."

She smiled genuinely, lifted her head, and looked at him, seeing him slightly embarrassed. It was amazing, Sasuke wasn't embarrassed about being a total pervert and saying those obscenities, but he was embarrassed about being... cute?! She almost laughed. Her heart was warm, as ecstatic as if she were a little girl experiencing the nuances of a first love.

"Are you inviting me to... go to the game?"

He pouted and looked away, then back at her. Confidence, that was the key. He was terrible at flirting, romance, dates. In fact, he wasn't a guy for gestures, let alone grandiose ones. His relationships started in a bed and ended there. Almost always cold and impassive. Well, Hinata messed up his emotions and rationality almost always.

"Yeah, Hyuuga, I'm inviting you to a baseball game. And there's more."

"I'm listening," she suddenly smiled.

"Great," he tucked some strands of her hair behind her ear. "It's a weekend in Kumo. We're staying at the house of one of the guys' godfather, Yahiko. You remember him, right?" she nodded. "We'll watch the game and their show at a pub there, and... we're going by van!"

He watched her moonlit eyes light up so expressively and beautifully.

"A game, Sas?"

"Well, if you don't like it, it's okay. We can–"

"A game with hot dogs and soda in the stands and everything?"

He smiled a little. Yes, she was back to that captivating, girlish spirit.

"Yeah... And maybe face paint."

"Huge gloves?"

"Don't go overboard," he grumbled as she grabbed him, throwing herself back into his arms.

"I wanna go! I... Wow, it's been years since I've been to a game. My dad used to take us before mom... died," she bit her lip. "It was fun, but afterward... It lost a bit of its meaning."

"I-I didn't mean to..."

"It's going to be amazing! Fun..." she looked at him and slowly kissed his lips. "Wow... This is... nostalgic, am I overreacting?" he shook his head, seeing her radiance.

They continued their conversation for a while until, before they knew it, she was snoozing on his chest. Beautiful with her tousled hair, and that's when he reached for his cell phone and snapped a shot of them.

"I look awful!" she murmured very sleepily.

"You look perfect!" he whispered back, but instead of posting the photo, he set it as his wallpaper. Taking advantage of their intimately entwined bodies, where her legs and his were intertwined, he took another picture, which was posted not only on her profile but also on his. A twin posting that would tell anyone: a word to the wise is enough. In this case, a photo.

"Sleep with me... It's so late," Hinata's voice was nothing more than a soft purr, and without waiting for a second invitation, he pulled the blankets over them and kissed the top of her head.

"Goodnight, noisy one."

"Goodnight, cynical pervert."

...

He inwardly cursed again at that thought; it wasn't such a big deal, was it? He had already "gotten over" that damn photo, or rather, suck it up. So, what was so special to start all the murmurs around? The blonde spotted his friends sitting on one of the garden walls and approached them. It was still early, and he would have to go to the classroom soon, but socializing before classes was routine. As he approached and sat down, he noticed the chatter and cell phones in hand again. Naruto was already unhappy enough. He was frustrated, training like crazy for the next game, having to deal with subjects that, without Hinata's help, simply became... incomprehensible on all levels. And as if that wasn't enough, since the day before, he hadn't been able to talk to Sakura, who had simply ignored him in every possible way, making him feel guilty for something he didn't even remember. His moments of peace and relief were with his friends, so any disruption was undoubtedly another addition to that hellish list.

"What's going on now?" he grumbled to Shikamaru, who was taking his cigarette from his lips and letting the smoke out.

"Nothing special. Well, nothing that would interest you."

"Just gossip, I bet," he opened a pack of mints, took one out, and popped it in his mouth. "Every day, there's something. I'm so screwed."

"Work?" Shikamaru raised an eyebrow.

"That damn embryo project. My partner is useless, and to make matters worse, we can't get past the sketches. You know what that is? It's her fault."

"Her?"

"Yeah, Hinata's. Seriously. We always made a great team, but no. She had to be all..."

"Resentful?"

"It's annoying, right? And all that talk she had about empathy and kindness. About helping others? We broke up? Yes, of course. But the friendship could have remained for old times' sake. You know the problem? She's... so... full of expectations about everything. She expected too much."

"Well... Maybe she did. After all, what was it? Two, almost three years in a relationship," Nara commented, feeling a nagging discomfort at the blonde's nonchalance.

"Yeah... But it's like in college, right? We don't create expectations. It's not like... we were going to get married or something."

"I'd classify it as something like that," Naruto chuckled.

"No... I mean, I never entertained that idea."

"No..." he sighed and then looked at the time. "Have you seen Ino?"

"No... And now that you mentioned it, not Sakura, either. Crap!"

"Did something happen between you guys?"

"Us? No. We're great. Better than ever. There's a dinner on Friday with my parents, you know, to meet her. But since yesterday she hasn't answered my calls. Maybe something work-related happened, I don't know. Or she's late. I'll try calling her again later."

"Hm... Alright. As for Hinata, I believe the saying 'every cloud has a silver lining' applies perfectly to her at this moment."

"Why exactly?" Naruto said mockingly, fiddling with his hair and letting a smile form on his lips.

"It's nothing, just an old saying about overcoming difficulties. Well, anyway, she seems to be... very well accompanied," he turned his cell phone screen to show the photo, which the blue eyes stared at for a few seconds before opening an arrogant smile.

"Good for her, that's what I'm talking about, moving on and keeping friendship! You know what? Hinata is like all girls in the end. Just a facade."

"Then it's good that the old facade is gone, everyone seems to really enjoy the new one," he stood up and tapped his friend's arm. "Is the game at your place on Saturday still on?"

"Yeah... I'm not missing the Saints versus Rocks game, it's a classic."

As soon as his friend walked away, he picked up his cell phone, trying again to talk to Sakura; at least this time he got a response, even if it was a rather... disgusting emoji?

He sighed, running his hand through his blonde hair again. That girl's profile picture could only be a joke. Or rather, it hardly mattered what was going on or not. Maybe Shikamaru was right, she was getting over him.

Getting over him... Very, very quickly.

Quickly...

His frown deepened as the bitter taste rose to his throat. It was unbearable and repugnant. His damned treacherous mind put a comparative double image in front of him, one in which Sakura was in her underwear and the other that fucking picture of Hinata on Instagram. The result? Well, he'd better visit Haruno after classes and maybe... gift his girlfriend something more suggestive. Perhaps then he could erase the memory of the erection that thinking about Hinata at that moment gave him. It was carnal, that was it. He was a man, and as a man, he had to agree, even if he wouldn't dare to say it out loud, but Hinata was a fucking hottie, and God... He truly needed to think about something else!

…

When he decided to see her in person, he didn't think a part of him would regret it so drastically. Naruto was facing Sakura, who had a hideous expression, to say the least. The girl had a type of nose splint, and the whole area was bruised, her eyes swollen and red, and her mood was that of a hungry viper.

"What..." he began, and she cut him off.

"Don't talk about my nose!" she snapped through clenched teeth.

"But it looks like an eggplant!" he pointed out the obvious. Of course, he was absolutely shocked; after all, his hot and sexy girlfriend was... well, as beautiful as Fiona. Okay, it wasn't just about... her looks. There were other things about Sakura that had captured his attention. Things that he was straining to remember earnestly at that moment, the reasons why he was completely crazy about her in the first place.

The fact was, love is blind, right? And Sakura would always be his perfect girl, the girl who had enchanted him from the moment he laid eyes on her and had stolen his heart. However, faced with such an obvious realization, Naruto heard his thoughts echoing from the conversation with Shikamaru: She's so full of expectations... Or his own accusation: you expect too much.

Was Haruno merely a reflection of his expectations? He heard her in the background, cursing him, throwing a fit, crying, immersed in something he should share, right? After all, she was the girl of his dreams, and she was horrendous and hurt, needing him.

"How the hell did this happen? Was it during practice?" he grimaced more than planned and saw her stand up menacingly, making him widen his blue eyes and shrink back against the sofa. It was a joke; he was much bigger than her, much stronger physically, but he looked like a frightened little girl.

"What?" she tried to dry her tears, "Which part about me being attacked by your damn gorilla ex you didn't understand?"

His brow furrowed deeply. God, he was beyond shocked.

"Your idiot, that... ogre from hell did this!"

"A-Are you telling me that... Hinata Hyuuga did this to you?"

"WHAT? You don't believe me? In fact, she and that viper sister of hers. They all have the same filthy, disgusting blood. They're reflections of each other, two savages who not only caught me off guard but were... very, very low. And poor Ino was attacked, too. Was that your type of girl?"

Naruto chuckled nasally.

"I don't think we're talking about the same person. Hinata hates violence, she... is incapable of hitting someone, let alone without a reason. She couldn't even do it, she's so weak."

"You're the reason!" she lied blatantly, making his eyes widen. Suddenly, his heart raced, even though he didn't understand why. His ego inflated a bit, and he would be a liar if he said that information didn't stir something in him.

"M-me?" he tried not to smile when, deep down, he really wanted to. Of course, it all made sense! Hinata liked him, and it was all to get the blonde's attention, he always knew. She was playing hard to get, and Uchiha? It really was a stupid little plan.

"Of course! She couldn't accept losing you," deceitful and manipulative, she pointed out that fact while sitting beside her boyfriend. "That... infernal girl, she said outright that she couldn't accept us being together. She's jealous, very much. Hinata is petty and frivolous, and now? Two-faced, you can see it! She's nothing but a... disgusting gold-digger trying to steal you away from me."

The blonde smiled more.

"No one is going to take me away from you. I love you, babe," he hugged the pink-haired girl and lightly kissed her lips, and she moaned pretentiously, pushing him away.

"My nose, sweetie. See? She's dangerous. I'm going to do something about it. I won't let it slide."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I don't know, but I'll think of something, of course. And you're going to help me, right? You're going to take care of your beautiful girlfriend."

He was expressionless for a moment, pondering the depth of that. Was it worth it? Maybe later on, he would discover that it wasn't.

"Sure. I'll do anything for you, you know that, right?"

"See? That's why I love you!" she smiled sweetly.