When she invited the man over, she thought things would go slower. She envisioned hands roaming her body without a rush, feeling every curve and outline of her ribs with an intensity she missed. She should have known better that a complete stranger would do the opposite - would claw at her skin, would nip at her buds, would fuck without a steady pace.
Maybe it showed her lack of self esteem to not have a preference, or maybe she chose him because he was so handsome..maybe it was just fate that this man in particular would be the one that would come to her. Maybe, none of it really mattered, and she just wanted the heat of another on top of her.
The small talk was short lived. He said with a grin "I'm Genma," and a toothpick in his mouth, short length brown hair tied neatly by a bandana, muscles outlined by his uniform. He said he just got off his shift, and something about him wanting her so soon made her toes curl. She didn't mind his eagerness to avoid talking, in fact it reassured her. She didn't want to ruin the mood with any awkward pleasantries. And being with a man that was at least 8 years older than her did something to her insides.
When he kissed her, it was rough. His hands cupped her face with urgency and she returned his intensity with little fight. Still by the door, her back against the hallway corridor. She's thankful no one else is home. She's thankful she can enjoy this without watchful eyes, without anyone knowing. He lowers his face down her neck, his hands fall to her rear with a squeeze.
She feels breathless, feeling her throat dry up the more his fingers danced on her body. She meekly pushes him off and tilts her head to her room, unable to stand longer in her state. He gets the hint and grunts, still grinning. She's too shy to look him in the eyes. She's acutely aware of how flustered she feels with the masculine man in her home, who's removing his work boots and dropping a trail of his clothes towards her room.
She follows him then and sits on her bed, feeling her core get warmer. He leans down and presses into her, swiftly hooking her underwear with a finger and pulling it down together with her shorts. He's kissing her again, but not in the way she wants. Mentally, she is sad it isn't more loving. She ignores the empty feeling as she is distracted by his fingers slowly stretching her open for him.
She's embarrassed to admit she likes this. That she can feel and be wet for a stranger. There's no love. Just heat. It's intense, a raw feeling she craved for so long. If a handsome man could do this without a conversation, why couldn't her husband?
She moans as one finger becomes three. She faintly catches the sound of his belt unbuckling and the heaviness of his jeans falling off her bed. He's warm, and she can feel the tears brim at the corners of her eyes as she shuts them. Why couldn't Naruto want her like this?
"Are you ready?"
He's teasing at her entry, and she nods, tightening her grip on her sheets as she feels his head slowly slip into her. She hadn't felt so full in months, maybe years. She couldn't remember that last time her husband fucked her. She wanted to slam down on him whole, and after two slow strokes she did.
He groaned and gripped her hips, confirmation that she was doing something right. His girth felt rugged and she was pleased to elicit that reaction from the man.
"Ride me," He says abruptly, rolling over with her in tow. She's suddenly on top of him and only getting wetter, throwing herself up and down his cock. Seeing the man stare at her as she moved only gave her more confidence to unapologetically enjoy this moment.
"You're so tight," He says in grunts, at some point holding her still as he fucked her faster. She was playfully moving on him as though scribing his name in cursive, whatever his name was. The soft slaps of her breasts and the occasional twist of her nipples made her sigh in relief, feeling herself become wetter.
She's lost in her mind, her brain feeling like man's member stretched her in a way she didn't feel before. And despite his warning, she suddenly felt him raise her body off. She doesn't want to stop, her mind trailing to her deepest desire.
She whimpers.
"No condom. Suck me off?"
She slams herself back onto his cock, pushing him back against the mattress. "I'm on the pill." She begs, and his groaning confirms that he trusts her.
He heightens his pace, and her mouth is at his ears as she feels his warm load fill her up. She cries in joy because she made him come. She savors the feeling of his seed. She feels complete in that moment, happy to roll off the man and how it drips out of her folds.
She's catching her breath as the man rolls over to grab his boxers.
"That was sexy." He says after what felt like hours of silence. She's flushed, still savoring the moment he filled her.
She hums an agreement, satisfied that she made the man feral. "But just so you know, my name's Genma."
She pauses and turns to him. "What?"
He grins, grabbing her chin and kissing her sloppily. "You called me Sasuke. That your ex?"
Mortified. That's what she felt. It wasn't the regret for the loveless sex, it was the nod the man gave her when she asked him three more times if she actually said that.
"It's not a big deal." He shrugged as he started dressing himself again. She thinks the lust got to her because after she focused on him more, he was not exactly the type she would go for. "It's just sex."
She wanted to roll her eyes but decided against it. The man thought she was hung up on fucking him, when she was clearly freaking out about the fact that she was screaming her best friend's ex-husband's name for no apparent reason. At least, she tried to force herself to believe that lie.
"Yeah…" She mumbles with a small nod.
"We should do this again." He smirks. "Just text me when you want me." He doesn't stay to hear her answer and leaves down the hall, the faint sound of the door closing barely audible.
"Oh, that's juicy." Ten Ten is swinging her legs under the table as she listens intensely to Hinata retelling her late hookup. Souta's asleep for his nap and Hinata is rubbing her temples, face flushed. "So you really think you don't like Sasuke? Because even this rando thinks so."
"I can't though…whatever caused it, it can't happen." She's dumping her poor tea bag in her mug for the twelfth time, feeling self conscious at admitting her sexual oopsie.
"Realistically, who are you trying to kid? That's not something you say unless you want it. And it sounds like you definitely do." Ten Ten teases. "He's divorced, Sakura's dating. Do you think she still wants him?"
"No…well, I don't know. And I don't want to ask her, either. I don't think I would be as receptive if she wanted Naruto." Hinata sighs, trying to see both sides.
"I say you fuck the Uchiha, too."
"Ten Ten!"
"What! You're a grown ass woman, and we're adults. Plus, if you're feeling more than just sexual attraction she can't really force you to not follow your heart."
"I'm not going to pursue this." Hinata mumbles. "Besides, he's just a friend. He doesn't see me like this."
Ten Ten scoffs. "You think he really only came by your place at night for a jacket? Don't make me punch you."
"Thanks for meeting me, man." Naruto all but whines. "I feel like we haven't hung out in awhile!"
Sasuke nods as he drinks his beer. He was avoiding the blond due to his internal struggles with wanting to hear about Hinata through her husband, but couldn't keep up the "I have work" lies anymore. It was starting to become too noticeable to be so absent from his best friend's life.
"Before you say anything, I don't want to hear about you and Hinata."
"Teme, who the fuck else can I talk to about this? That gets what I'm going through!"
"I'll leave." Sasuke threatens. He wasn't sure he could pretend to agree with any insults towards the Hyuuga, especially now that he was self-admitting that he didn't see her just as a friend anymore.
Nothing can happen, but he definitely wanted something to.
"Fine." Naruto caved. "But you owe me three beers."
As quickly as the awkwardness left, Naruto was back to talking about everything goes in his life - his regained interest in going to the gym, the various women he's been casually dating, and eventually a snarky comment about how Souta isn't as interested in being with him during their scheduled custodial time.
"It's like he doesn't see me as his dad. I don't know what she's done to him." He mumbles after downing his second beer.
Wanting to subtly defend her, Sasuke replies "Kids adapt to it differently. He's also only two."
"Still!"
"Kazumi was like that for a bit with me." That was a lie, she was definitely a daddy's girl, but he just wanted Naruto to steer away from somehow attacking Hinata. It just wasn't fair to her.
"I heard Sakura's dating." Naruto switches the subject, no longer as interested in talking about his son. "Doesn't that bother you?"
"Why would it?" It rolled off his tongue so fast, Sasuke regretted how callous it sounded. "We're not together and she's happy now."
"Erm..how long did that feeling take for you? For not caring?"
Sasuke darkly laughed. "I was the one who wanted the divorce. Or did you forget that part, dobe?"
"Right, right." Naruto laughed. "I guess it's different because I still love her."
"I love Sakura. I just never loved her the way she wanted me to."
"Sorry for bringing it up." Naruto scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "My situation is definitely different. I don't want Hinata to leave me."
The alcohol definitely kicked in for the occasional drinking Uchiha. "Then why did you fuck someone else?"
The pause felt eternal. "Way to call me out." Naruto chuckles. Sasuke internally hoped this wouldn't raise suspicions, but it would've made him a bad friend to not ask him why he made the mistake to begin with. "I wish I could give you an answer."
After six beers, the semi-drunk Uchiha got a cab home. And despite having a good time with his long friend, he couldn't get rid of the weird feeling in his chest.
So, he did what he wouldn't have done sober. He texted her.
You're always in my head.
He felt the hairs stand on his neck when he saw that it said Read, 1:14 a.m.
Deciding not to see whatever she was still typing, he turned his phone off. It could wait.
He was already waiting for her.