Inspired by the song âGenghis Khanâ by Miike Snow for @bunny-hoodlum.
âGenghis Khanâ
Chapter 2 -Â âCaptiveâ
She lay on his chest, breathing hard, as he twitched out the last of his cum.
He had meant to control his pacing and come only after he got her to climax once more, but she had insisted on riding him.
Of course, he couldnât say no to an offer like that.
And she had ridden him like she couldnât get enough of his dick. Â She was wild and sexy and was working his cock relentlessly.
He came agonizingly hard.
And in the haze of his post-climax, she whispered, âYouâre amazing. Â I needed that.â Â She pecked a kiss on his chest. Â Got up. Â Came back with a tissue for him. Â Redressed.
She offered him a cup of tea soon after.
He had barely gotten his naked ass off the sofa.
Heâs still trying to work through this memory even three days later.
After all, the first time they fucked, she fell asleep immediately after, so leaving her place was incredibly easy.
This last time, it wasâŠweird.
Never has a girl ever just gotten completely dressed before him. Â Usually theyâre too wrecked and exhausted to move for at least five minutes. Â Heâs always been able to make a graceful exit.
Instead, Hinata had done everything backwards. Â What is even the point of offering tea to him if they already did the deed? Â He declined the offer and got ready to leave, but then she stared at him in complete shock.
âYou just got here.â Â She said it so matter-of-factly. Â Not a hint of flirtatiousness, just plain and simple incredulity.
He hadnât felt that kind of painful social awkwardness in years. Â âYeah, sorry, I forgot I promised a game tonight with a friend.â
Her brows furrowed, one raised at that particular angle, and he feltâŠjudged.  But then in the next moment, she frowned, her gaze turning internal.  A second of unshared thoughts.  She blinked.  Then she told him to wait.
She sent him off with bread she baked herself.
He doesnât know what to think about her. Â Is she really the just-for-fun type? Â Or is she actually the girlfriend-boyfriend type? Â Either way, he still wants to fool around with her, but he doesnât think heâll initiate it again.
The fun is only just starting, and thereâs no need to rush.
At work, he lends a little more of his attention to other coworkers. Â He backs off on Hinata, and itâs with smug satisfaction that at times, he can feel her gaze lingering on him.
But overall, sheâs just as professional as usual, not a single wrinkle in her clothes, not a hair out of place, her speech and smile still elegant and sweet to anyone.
If theyâre together for a moment, he makes sure to give her one of his smiles, and she always returns it with a look through lowered lashes.  And they both know theyâre still interested.  Itâs just a matter of whoâs going to ask firstâŠ
And just as he thought, a week and a half later, he gets a text from her. Â âWant to go clubbing tomorrow with some of my friends and me?â
He frowns. Â He doesnât like clubbing at all. Â All the men reek of desperation, the cover charge and drinks are needlessly expensive, the musicâs loud and boring, and the floor is gross. Â âNo thanks, not really my thing. Â You like clubbing?â he messages back.
âYes I like dancing with my friendsâ
Heâs getting constantly surprised by Hinata. Â He never wouldâve pegged her as the clubbing type. Â âSorry I donât really like dancingâ
âThatâs alright, just thought Iâd ask!â
What he wouldnât mind is meeting up with her afterâŠ
But she doesnât extend such an invitation.
Not the next night either. Â No drunk text, no booty call.
Going onto the third week, and that self-conscious, shy glow in her expressions toward him disappears. Â Her gaze doesnât follow him.
When he gives her a look, she doesnât linger.
Instead, Shionâs text lights up his phone. Â âHey. Â Are you ghosting me? Â Lmk if Iâm just bothering you at this pointâ
Heâs coming to the realization that Hinata might be too shy to initiate.  If he wants to have Hinata asking for it like Shion does, heâll have to lead for awhileâŠbut thereâs nothing he can do about that right now.
He doesnât want to drop Shion, yet. Â Not when Hinataâs already losing interest. Â âNo Iâve just been busy. Â But Iâm free tonightâ
âThen come over what are you waiting for?â
He has to admit that her demanding personality makes her 100 times easier to bed than Hinata. Â Itâs a good thing. Â And a boring thing. Â âAww you miss meâ
âLoll shut up and get over here. Â Iâm fucking hornyâ
He used to get a huge kick out of Shionâs shamelessness.  It was funny, and he wondered how he got so lucky.  But now with the novelty of her behavior swiftly fadingâŠhe kind of feels like a male prostitute, even if heâs done it willingly with her each time.  âAs usual huh.  Omwâ
â
Shionâs a beauty. Â She knows it, and confidence looks good on her. Â That was one thing about her he was attracted to in the first place.
So whatâs irritating him is some kind of sad look she has on when the deed is done. Â She didnât used to be so clingy.
But he ignores it, choosing instead to finish dressing. Â He pulls on his shirt and throws a last glance her way.
Sheâs lying on the bed, watching him. Â âI do miss you.â
He tempers down the knee-jerk reaction to sigh. Â He manages to chuckle. Â âIâm just a text away, Shion.â
âHow come you donât ever hang out?â
Heâs imagined before what it would be like to hang out with Shion. Â It wouldnât be fun in the slightest. Â From what heâs seen at work, sheâs demanding in all types of relationships, not just in bed. Â He can keep up sexually, but socially? Â âI guess Iâm just busy.â
âBusy?â
He canât really think of an excuse. Â âYeah.â Â He grabs his phone out of his pocket just for show, but it turns out, he really did miss a text.
Unbelievably, from Hinata. Â âHinata says your dick is huge so we want a picccc send a pic!â
He scrunches his brow in confusion because that definitely doesnât sound like her. Â Hinata doesnât seem like the type to ask for-
âNaruto.â
He glances up for a second.
âWeâve been doing this for awhile now.  You really donât want to try to make thisâŠ.more?â
Oh. Â Sheâs going to hash this out now. Â Like, right now. Â He makes a sympathetic face. Â âYou know that Iâm not that kind of guy. Â I thought that you also didnât want that.â
She shrugs.  Slowly, she sits up and gathers her blond hair together so that itâs no longer the post-sex mess of tangles.  âI guess Iâve been thinking about doing something different⊠ Just thought Iâd see what you think of it.â
This time he really does let out a long sigh, but he nods in understanding. Â Heâs heard this same idea, albeit proposed a little differently, from Shizuka, too. Â This really is going to be about the end of his games with Shion. Â Good thing it seems he still has Hinata. Â âI canât be that guy for you, Shion.â
âYeah, yeah.â Â She rolls her eyes. Â âGet out of here then.â
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As heâs getting into the car, it occurs to him that this might be the last time heâll be at Shionâs place.
But heâs more concerned about the text waiting from Hinata. Â âWhoâs we? Â Whoâs asking?â he messages back.
âHinataâs friendsâ Â A photo follows a moment later. Â A selfie of a platinum blonde girl who reminds him of Shion, another girl with straight-up cotton candy pink hair, and Hinata. Â Based on their make-up, theyâre out somewhere.
He ponders the idea of actually sending a dick pic to her.  Well, but then again, it wouldnât really be to Hinata if itâs actually just her friends who are asking.  He knows his size.  He doesnât need that affirmation from her friends.  Also, he just came not too long ago, so getting it up on his own would be next to impossible at the moment⊠ âIf she wants to see it again she should just come on overâ
A reply comes at the exact instant he hit send. Â âOmg nooo Naruto-kun Iâm sorryâ
He squints. Â It looks like what he assumed. Â Hinataâs friends stole her phone.
But then only a few seconds after, another reply comes. Â âLol no she wants the dâ
He almost snorts at the change in tone; he can practically imagine these drunk girls playing keep-away.
âText your address weâll send her off đâ
He realizes too late that he just invited Hinata over to his place. Â Itâs not that heâs poor. Â Thanks to his parentsâ guilt over divorcing and their sense of competition to win him over, heâs never really wanted for anything material.
Itâs that Shizuka took the gesture of coming over to his place too seriously. Â And heâs not about to start that with Hinata.
âNah get her home Iâll meet her thereâ
Heâs only waiting for a few minutes in the courtyard when a car pulls up, and Hinata steps out of the back.
Girly voices shrill from the open door. Â âOhhh~! Â Yes, Hinata, I approve!â Â âNice catch, heâs good-looking!â Â âHave fun!! Â Be safe!!â Â âUse protection!â
Heâs unbothered by the teasing, but Hinataâs smiling wider than heâs ever seen. Â She looks back to the car, giving him a nice view of how her skin-tight black dress hugs her ass. Â âHe can hear you!â
âFuck her brains out!!â a girl yells obviously louder, and even he has the decency to feel thankful that no one else is outside right now.
Finally coming up to Hinata from behind, he palms her hip, arm pulling her close, and bends over to see who else is in the car. Â He raises a hand in greeting, and the two girls from the selfie peer out at him.
And thatâs enough socializing with randoms.
He glances at the girl tucked in his side. Â âHey.â
Sheâs looking up at him with happy, dreamy eyes, and she is just still really drunk.
âBye Hinata, bye Naruto-kuuuun,â one of the girls sing.
Hinata blinks away. Â âOh, bye!â
Naruto shuts the car door and steers her toward the entrance.
Sheâs taller than usual, her head actually reaching his shoulder thanks to her high heels. Â He catches their reflection in the glass windows of the complex, and he realizes itâs been a long time since he last initiated walking around in public with a girl at his arm.
Itâs just that sheâs a combination of things, sexy on the outside, a sweetie on the inside, serious and refined on the job, a total partier off-the-clockâŠand he doesnât know why sheâs not dating seriously.
A broken heart like Shizuka?
Looking for quick fixes like Shion?
A point to prove to the world like Fuka?
So far, it doesnât really seem to be any of these cases, though his guessing doesnât rule them out.
She keys them into the building and now with her arm wrapping around his waist, too, sheâs the one leading them to the elevators. Â Purpose in her steps has her heels clicking loudly on the tile.
âWhatâs the rush?â
âOh, umâŠthe rush isâŠyouâre not drunk at all.â  She swings herself around to hug his middle.  âI feel stupid being the only one now.â  Her voice is whisper soft at his chest.
He starts trying to peel her off of him, but she doesnât resist; in fact she takes steps back herself, then tugging him by the hand into the opening elevator.
âYou knowâŠwhenever Iâm in the elevator now, I think of you.â
âOh, yeah?â Â Heâs secretly pleased. Â And surprised. Â Her inhibitions seem incredibly low right now, heâs pretty sure sheâs a lot drunker than their first night.
She nods her head. Â âYes. Â No oneâs ever kissed me in an elevator before. Â It was like something from movies.â
He almost snorts with laughter. Â âSomething from movies, huh.â
âYes. Â I have wine. Â Do you drink wine?â
He rolls with the abrupt change in topic. Â âWhat kind of wine do you have?â
âAll kinds of wine.â Â The emphasis of wonder in her soft tone makes it sound like sheâs got the entire worldâs collection stocked somewhere in her unit, and he could almost believe that.
âYeah, sure.â
âPerfect.â
And thatâs how he finds himself drinking red wine with her on her balcony. Â She even put together a little plate of cheese and crackers, and this is such a far-cry from Fukaâs dorm room. Â The view here looks out unobstructed over a park. Â Across it lies the rest of downtown Konoha. Â Hinataâs obviously got so much money, so he has absolutely no idea why she works as a waitress, of all things. Â Why isnât she doing more important work? Â Whatâs the point of working at all? Â Why hasnât she been put into some kind of arranged marriage?
Or maybe sheâs not actually that rich.
He glances into her unit again, eyeing the spacious area, the marble surfaces.
No, sheâs definitely that rich.
âHow long have you been living here? Â It looks new.â
âI just bought it.â Â She smiles and stands, spreading her hands across the railing.
So she is that rich.
He nods. Â âOh, congrats then.â
âThank you! Â I really love it.â
He gets up to stand next to her.
Tiny cars move along the boulevard at the other end of the darkened park. Â Lights twinkle from the crowded downtown buildings. Â Itâs quiet here despite being so close to Konohaâs nightlife.
âI can see why you love it.â
âMhm. Â Iâm nearer to my younger sister, too, though she rarely has time for me.â
âYour sister?â
âYes!â Â A new excitement seems to sweep away her relaxed aura, and she starts typing into her phone. Â âShe recently opened her own fashion house.â
He doesnât know exactly what he was expecting, but it definitely wasnât streetwear. Â The photos she shows him are cool and stylish with an emphasis on popping colors that defy traditional sensibilities. Â âDo you wear her designs?â
She laughs, picking up on his disbelief. Â âNo, but I do buy many of her pieces.â Â She turns around. Â âCome, Iâll show you.â
He follows her back in, down the hall, into a room lined with custom closets and mirrors. Â They face one wall that has pieces of menswear neatly spaced along the rack.
âWhy do you buy the mens clothes?â Â He looks down at her in bemusement.
âOh, I like them,â she responds as if itâs a matter of fact. Â âPlease, take a look! Â If you like any of them, you can have it.â
His first glance is at the labels, and to his surprise, theyâre all Large sizes. Â âYou canât even wear these.â
âOh no, of course not. Â I just imagine having them. Â And then giving them to someone. Â I buy them, keep them for awhile, and then gift them.â
So that makes him her newest giftee. Â He glances at the pieces, all statement-makers. Â Long silhouettes that scream high-end design, flashy colors in blocked patterns. Â Heâs suddenly reminiscing on his orange and blue jacket from elementary school.
âDo you like that one?â
That one, being a black jacket with bright orange and red accents and a rather high collar.
He canât just take free handouts from her. Â He doesnât even think of himself as her friend. Â âAh, no, Hinata, itâs fine, I donât need new clothes.â
She blinks at him, brows scrunching like he said something ridiculous. Â âI didnât say that. Â I think you dress nicely.â
Somehow, he unintentionally offended her, and so he backtracks quickly, âOh, no, I didnât think you did-â
Sudden giggles bunch her cheeks, and he realizes he was played. Â âTake it, please. Â Like you said, I canât wear it myself.â Â Sheâs already taking the jacket off its hanger, then holds it up expectantly.
Recognizing his defeat, he lets her help him into it. Â The inner lining is cool and the overall weight is surprisingly light, yet the outside feels soft and durable. Â He can feel her gaze appraising him as he buttons up the sleeves. Â
She turns him to face one of the mirrors. Â âYou could be a model for my sisterâs designs.â
It looks good on him. Â He probably could be a model if he ever tried, but heâs not interested. Â âNo,â he murmurs in a show of modesty. Â âI like it. Â Itâs nice. Â Thank you.â Â And he hopes she knows that heâs being sincere.
âYouâre welcome.â Â She smiles, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. Â âI just knew it would suit you.â
Warmth settles in his gut. Â Heâs in a damn good mood, and itâs probably due to quite a few reasons at this point... Â âYou know what would suit me?â Â He turns an intentional smirk down at her, letting his hand play up into the small of her waist.
Her eyes widen, then a shy smile and fluttering lashes follow. Â âMm, what?â
She smiles into his kiss like she expected it.
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