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Shadow of the Moon
By : c0p13r
Category: Naruto > General
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            Naruto-kun was resting.
            Hinata couldn’t deny her disappointment, but she smiled all the same. Her husband’s arms crossed over the desk, pillowing his cheek as he drooled onto his sleeve. He had promised to be home tonight. Things had been stagnant between them to the point where she felt missing of affection and physical intimacy. “I’ll be there,” he’d promised, but promises had to be strained for a Hokage. She knew that, understood that, and was even lectured about it by her father when she was chosen as the bride. “The Hyuga is the most dependable clan in Konoha,” Hiashi had proudly stated. “We are there when the Hokage needs us.”
            Naruto needed her to be understanding, and she was. But how long could she abate on the marital bed alone?
            “Sorry.” Shikamaru came up next to her, watching Naruto doze. He’d been there just as long as Naruto, if not longer, and was still assorting the affairs of the office. His wife was gone on a trip to Sunagakure again, and that left him free to catch up or get ahead of work; Shikadai preferred him out of the house if it meant more leisure time. “An upcoming appointment with Raikage-sama is really throwing him off schedule. I’m trying my best, but Kumo has always been very demanding.”
            “It’s okay, Shikamaru-kun.” She turned to him and smiled sweetly, appreciatively. “Thank you for helping Naruto-kun.”
            He smiled back and stood aside with a gesture to the door. “Shizune-san made some tea before going home. It’s still warm.”
            Shikamaru-kun had always been kind and understanding to Hinata. They didn’t have much of a relationship, but there was a natural respect between them which grew to a sort of fondness with Naruto as their shared bond. They both did their best for him, both wanted him to succeed.
            It couldn’t stop what occurred.
            They held a small conversation over the tea in a smaller room. First it was about Naruto and his long days and busy schedule; the stress it put on his relationship… “With Boruto,” Hinata clarified before Shikamaru could assume otherwise. But by her tone and carrying on, though she tried to seem brisk, it wasn’t hard to guess for her real woes.
            Shikamaru consoled her, saying that it was almost likewise with Temari. “Sometimes, she can be a bit much. Lately, though…” He rubbed firmly at the back of his neck, muttering something about how he might be talking too much.
            Silence between them, his hand coming down on the table between them as his other started to search for his pack of cigarettes to ease some foolish temper that was making him react to the privacy between them. He stopped when Hinata, devoid of a man’s presence for much too long, lowered her hand upon his. He glanced to her and found her looking humbled but determined, pleading. Yet there was also a self-shock there, like she couldn’t believe herself in that instant of contact. She was not bold in leaning, but her demeanor was apparent, her intention poignant.
            For the first time, Shikamaru was reckless. The needs of a man had compiled since Temari had become less amorous – and he had his suspicions, though casual reports from Kankuro insisted she had met with no one alone in Sunagakure but her youngest brother – and taking care of himself was ultimately unacceptable. A married man should not have to resort to such desperate tactics, even if he was usually impassionate to the act. His need compensated the distance Hinata could not budge on, and he kissed her on the mouth. Neither were particularly stoked on it; it was a merger, like an unspoken contract. Her lips were full and very kissable, but Shikamaru did not pursue them.
            Just physical attraction, fleeting and with no promise of anything.
            He let her go, and she eased back in her seat nervously. Not saying a word, she glanced around; trying to find a spot for them, he guessed. There was a bedroom that Naruto hardly ever used, but Shikamaru wasn’t going to suggest that. Perhaps a risk, he considered at the table, but Naruto was a deep sleeper and wouldn’t likely appear here any time soon. So, in wordless suggestion, Shikamaru picked up their two cups and set them on a chair, removed his overshirt and laid it on the table. Getting the gist, Hinata got up and fumbled with the hem of her sweater. Naruto always wanted to put his hands on her breasts, complaining that her attire was very unflattering; she did not want Shikamaru to ask her.
            “You don’t have to,” he said to her surprise. He scratched at his cheek, looking aside. “We should… just make this quick.” They were both committed, but neither wanted it to last.
            Hinata was grateful for his modesty, and the follow-up suggestion that they not look at each other; she could just face downward. So she did so, turning and bending over the table, arms stiff and her chest full on a single breath. She held her lips together. They still felt Shikamaru-kun’s lips, the subtle taste of smoke on them.
            “Hinata…”
            She turned slightly with a jump. He made a gesture with his finger, and she was embarrassed. They couldn’t continue with her khaki shorts on, and he didn’t want to impose. She flushed deeply, apologizing, and unfastened them. With greater apprehension, she lowered them, shakily removing them from her legs, lifting her feet to step out of them and fold it over the back of a chair. “C-Could you please turn around?”
            He did without complaint so that she could remove her panties next. She didn’t even want him to see them. She was wearing a gaudy set, something she hoped to thrill Naruto with when he came home. What a waste of the time it spent her to muster the courage to purchase them. Lace and a cherry-blossom pink, smooth, they tickled as they came down her legs, exposing her heat. She wished she could contain herself… but if she could, she wouldn’t be in this breakroom with her husband’s righthand man.
            She hoped Shikamaru would not be offended by her flourishing pubic hair. Temari-san always came into the hot springs bold and styled. Hinata never gave it much thought before…
            Almost sulkily, Hinata reprised her position across the table, facing her ass backward to Shikamaru and softly stuttering, “I’m ready…”
            Shuffling behind her… He had rotated and was now taking stock of his view. Her head dropped in shame. How long had it been since she had first let Naruto scrutinize her? He was adoring and charmingly nervous back then, consoled her with words and caresses that made her feel confident and secure.
            Shikamaru-kun’s silence helped in its own way. If she closed her eyes – and they were closed – she could imagine instead that it was her husband unfolding his pants in the front, digging out his erection. The sound of spitting. Hinata’s stomach churned. Apparently, he didn’t trust her to be ready for him after all. If only he knew… It shamed Hinata more.
            Her eyes sprung open. She felt him close in behind her before the head made it to her folds. The difference was immediate; Shikamaru was not as bulky. He found the mark and carefully applied himself to it. “Oh…!” Hinata gasped before she could help it. The shaft was gripped comfortably, smoothing its way into her, parting her after so long. His moan was actually louder than her own. He tried to stave off from touching her, but he must have lost his balance to grab her wide hips so abruptly. She wanted to say something in objection. His hands weren’t as large as Naruto’s, and his cock did not dig as deep inside her. In that way, she was comfortable, to not stress about the tip running into her cervix over and over like a battering ram.
            Yet Shikamaru made a valiant stab, pushing harder into her, trying to see where his reach ended. It was clear, though, that years of being with Naruto had restructured the depth of her pussy, and he was not up to the task of filling the role. “Sorry,” he muttered.
            Hinata’s head shook, hair swaying. She spoke with bated breath, “It’s fine. I-I like it.” Truly… “Please…” She hesitated, giving herself and him one last chance of reprieve. “Go on…” That was it. Not even Shikamaru could change his mind, and he began to pump into his friend’s wife. Not to steal her or to claim her or anything to do with revenge… He’d make it quick as possible.
            With no limit to how hard he could thrust, he dove in with all haste, sealing his lips to trap his groans deep in his throat, to listen to the squelching of him fucking her and her own high yips, also trapped behind a closed mouth to not divulge how she sounded in sexual throes. It was harder, though, when he quickened. Always the sloth, it was a surprise to her that he could move in such haste. She squeezed around him as if to slow him down and give her a chance for composure, but he didn’t. If anything, he became bolder if not inquisitive, stuffing a hand at the apex of her thighs – Reflexively, she grabbed at his wrist with a desperate, breathless “No!” – and massaging her clit, paying no mind to the brush of hair there.
            His fingers were quite deft. She halted his wrist, but hadn’t the courage to pry him away; it felt good. With a stifled sigh of resignation, she let him caress her. It helped. She went to heel at the table, head hanging, body absorbing the recoil of his hips bouncing off her round backside. She closed her eyes again and wished she hadn’t let this happen or led Shikamaru-kun on. He was a man of honor, and she betrayed him, Temari, and Naruto-kun, all for a moment’s pleasure.
            And a moment, it seemed to have lasted. She was satisfied. Or satisfied enough for the short time they’d had. Shikamaru hitched, and she braced herself for the fluid surge. She’d have to be quick to place the anti-conception seal over her womb when he was done. But before the spray-down could occur, Shikamaru pulled from her insides and swung away, baiting himself in his fist, wheezing as he filled the hollow of the other with his mess. Hinata blinked, taken aback by this chivalrous save. She had fully expected him to empty his woes inside of her and had said nothing contrary to it. She didn’t smile or even watch beyond the first inquisitive look to the white spattering overflowing in his cupping hand.
            He went slack. Not like Naruto, who could brace himself immediately afterward and ask if she could keep going; he stumbled, struggling to stay up, and pulled a chair beneath him at the last second. He hardly gave a thought to his cum-filled hand as it rested on his thigh, the contents seeping out in heavy volume.
            He was kind enough not to make it her problem to clean up, so she scuttled hastily to a store of napkins, pulling out more than a fistful, and returned to him, pulling down at the hem of her shirts to try to hide her groin. He showed no interest in that spot and just took the napkins with a weary “Thanks.” He transferred his fluids into them, muttering how troublesome cleanup was.
            It was like she wasn’t even there anymore. He didn’t look at her, and she was glad for that. Sense must have come back to his mind, and he was figuring out what should be done. With his family. With hers. He betrayed just as much as she had.
            With deep shame, Hinata plodded her own crotch – damp with matted pubes – with a napkin and went to pull her clothes on. What have I done? She felt nauseous and exposed even after pulling on her shorts and buttoning them.
            Shikamaru took the soiled napkin she had used and added it to the thick wad clutched in his fist. He’d dispose of it, she could leave. “When Naruto’s awake, I’ll send him home.” He found his pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He was aching for one of them, his fingers starting to twitch. And still, he refused to look at her just as she refused to look up from her feet. “Tell him not to come in tomorrow. I’ll handle the paperwork.”
            She didn’t even argue it. She just nodded and said soullessly, “Yes. Thank you, Shikamaru-kun.” Then she walked by him, not stopping to check in on her husband, and went home, saddled with a new shame.
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Shadow of the Moon	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > General Views: 457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shadow of the Moon