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Drunken Dating	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 14095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters involved. I did not make money from writing this. This story was written for my own enjoyment.

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A/N: Now, this was both incredibly fun, but also challenging in its own way to write. It was fun, because I could finally put a certain idea into motion; this idea is something I've wanted to do, and it makes sense when you look at the general title of the story as a whole. As for the pairing.... well, our favorite bachelor is heading back to where it all began; back to a scheduled date with one Hinata Hyuga.
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Indigo Afternoon

Streaming sunlight, bright, radiant and soothing, shone down upon the bustling streets of New Leaf city. Tall, skyscraper like buildings rose up above the ground, cars drove down along the roads, and the occasional siren resounded through the epicenter of the city itself. Yet, none of what happened there would reach the farthest reaches of the outer residential district.

Past alleyways and smaller streets, through a residential district, out towards the central lake that resided beside New Leaf city, a commercial district had arisen a few years beforehand. Shopping centres, clothing stores, grocery stores and everything between could be found there, from luxurious stores that specialized in businesslike endeavors, to the far more casual and common stores inhabited by the civilians that learned to lead their lives happily.

Resting with his back pressed up against a stone brick wall, tapping away at his smartphone to schedule another interview, a raven haired man glanced up at a nearby digital clock. Ten AM on the dot, a few minutes before the scheduled time for him and his date to meet up, but he had always preferred to show up early. Whether it was work or planning, meeting up early afforded him the chance to finish whatever business he had left, either from work or from his private endeavors.

Clicking his tongue however, Shikamaru Nara’s eyebrows furrowed, a clear frown adorning his lightly tanned features as the person on the other end of his messaging app refused to yield.

A few weeks beforehand, the Nara heir had stumbled upon a pink haired medic within his favorite bar, offering her company, as well as an ear to rant to, which had worked out favorably for him then and there. How many bottles of wine the two of them had gone through that night, he refused to remember, but nonetheless, the events of the night had escalated. Of course, the mention of a girlfriend at the time had seemed like a trivial matter; something to be handled leisurely over time.

Sakura Haruno was relentless in the aftermath of their encounter. Her girlfriend was stubborn and rambunctious, but after a few weeks of thinking, the pink haired medic had started messaging him regularly. The two would discuss anything from the weather to their work schedules, then back towards that night where her arms had been forcibly tied behind her back, then, as quickly as the pinkette had brought it up, she would once again return to a more trivial topic.

Smiling softly to himself, Shikamaru vividly remembered their last encounter, no more than a few days prior to his current engagement. Naruko Uzumaki had left town, heading off to participate in a tournament, which left Sakura Haruno, poor, innocent Sakura Haruno, all alone in her and her girlfriend’s apartment. At least, until she had appeared on Shikamaru’s doorstep, an unbuttoned blouse revealing her naked, perky breasts, whilst her knees had been firmly planted upon the welcome mat leading into his bachelor apartment.

A snicker slipped free from his lips, a smirk adorned his features, and as he finished messaging the pinkette, the Nara heir pondered another tidbit of news he had received no more than a scant hour beforehand.

His new lawyer, hired on a provisional basis, had gone through what little she knew about the advertisement agencies in town. Somehow, she had found a job listing that had never been publicly posted, sending the Nara heir a link to the company’s site, while expressly mentioning that the CEO had no daughter for him to screw. That singular, almost excessively blunt comment had made him laugh where he sat, earning him more than a handful of curious and discerning looks from the passersby that roamed the streets.

With his job interview scheduled, a meeting with his new favorite nurse in the works, and a clan gathering a few weeks down the road, Shikamaru did, at long last, return his phone to one of his jean’s front pockets.

Standing upright against the brick wall that served as a barrier around a large park, Shikamaru Nara had come prepared for a more casual date. A pair of lightly colored jeans clung to his form, highlighting his long legs, while still remaining loose enough to not strangle him from the waist down. On his way out that day, he had thrown on a form fitting white V-neck shirt, exposing an ounce of his upper chest, while leaving his toned arms thoroughly exposed.

Draped around his neck however, a silvery necklace hung down, adorned by black ridges made to fit the generalized design of a Caliper pendant. Stainless steel adorned the barrier around the onyx pieces, and with its sterling silver chain, it was undoubtedly an expensive piece; a gift from his father upon graduating from university.

As abruptly as he had burst out laughing an hour beforehand, his attention was drawn to his left and right alike. Already, people had begun to wander the streets, enjoying their holiday. Directly across the street from where he stood, a small cafe had opened up for the day, and as his eyes traversed across the form of a particular waitress, his attention was at long last drawn towards the sound of approaching footsteps.

Standing no more than a few feet to his left, one arm carefully nuzzling against the other, the woman whose body he had once ravaged stood still. Pale, creamy skin was put on display, adorned by a light dusting of pink, but what captured his attention the most was not the beauty that was Hinata Hyuga, but rather the outfit that knocked his casual attire down a notch.

A pair of skin tight denim jeans hugged her long, smooth legs, tracing every single line, every single curve, of her legs, thighs and hips as it traveled higher, reaching up to her slender waistline with a high cut. Even as his eyes slid higher, Shikamaru couldn’t help but audibly gulp. Her toned, pale midriff was all but exposed, but a few inches above her navel, a dark blue colored crop top began, appearing almost knitted in a way, before expanding rapidly; trying, but failing to contain her voluptuous bust. At the very least, as Shikamaru’s eyes traveled higher still, up along a low cut leather jacket, his tongue swiped out to dart along his lips.

Her outfit, coupled with her long, indigo colored hair that swept down along her back, was more than enough to knock him senseless then and there, but even as he stood still, eyes fixated upon her spotless face, Shikamaru’s eyes dropped down an inch more. Wrapped all too tightly around her petite neck, an onyx choker with a faded silver pendant caught his curious gaze.

Trailing up and down, then back up once more, his eyes were mesmerized, gleaming with awe, serene and sincere in his open minded admiration. The seconds trickled by, slowly becoming minutes, passing by at a pace so slow that an eternity might have passed before he himself came to realize it. How long he had remained there, trapped in a trance, half admiring, half ogling the woman before him, Shikamaru couldn’t tell.

“You look… wow.” Blinking rapidly, Shikamaru shook his head, visibly trying to return to the state of mind he had before the Hyuga heiress appeared beside him. “You’re gorgeous. Just… yeah.”

Between the faint blush that crept up along her cheeks from his comment, and the blissfully apparent awareness that she knew that others were ogling her from afar, Shikamaru himself couldn’t help but smile; a bit fondly, even as he, too, admired her form.

“Did I keep you waiting?” She asked instead, a low, muttering tone that forced the Nara heir to strain his ears to catch it completely. Had she always sounded so meek in public…?

As he himself pondered that fact internally, the woman before him was by no means idle. Hinata had been on her way for well over half an hour, slowly but surely making her way through town on foot, while taking the time to look around as well. When her date had looked aside, Hinata’s pale eyes roamed up along his own form, gingerly biting her bottom lip as the blush across her cheeks darkened once more.

The dress code was casual for a reason, that much, the two had agreed upon beforehand. Sliding her white eyes up along his form, past the lightly toned arms that had held her legs down against her breasts before, down past the chest where she knew a set of abs rested, down towards the groin that had hammered away at her nethers a few weeks prior…

… a deep, almost crimson colored flush spread across her cheeks where she stood, and as Shikamaru’s attention returned to the present, Hinata lightly bit her bottom lip to stifle the soft whine that threatened to spill forth from her lips.

“Not at all,” he replied nonchalantly, waving a hand towards the cafe he had eyed up beforehand. “Why don’t we get ourselves something to drink to start us off?

Receiving a nod of affirmation, Shikamaru Nara stepped up beside his indigo haired date, gingerly sliding his hand down to grasp hers in a light, gentle grip, pulling her along playfully to cross the street. From the moment they had begun to plan out their date, he had wanted to bring her there, to one of the few cafes he visited for the simple enjoyment of hanging out there.

Sauntering along, a soft, feminine giggle spilled forth from Hinata’s lips; a light squirm and a wiggle of her hips going unnoticed by the raven haired man leading her on. The cafe in question was small, a quaint little house with a soothing yellow paint and a faded orange roof. Even as the duo approached, the waitress setting up for the day flashed them a broad smile, or perhaps said smile was directed at the bachelor leading a girl by the hand?

“Shika~” She sang out, almost playfully as the duo stepped up beside the entrance to the cafe. “It’s been a long time since you dropped by! And you brought company!” Her face was set in an aghast expression, but Hinata herself could tell that it was an act put on to tease her date.

Laughing off the waitress’ reaction, Shikamaru gently squeezed the hand holding onto Hinata’s, pulling her a tiny bit closer as he motioned for them to go inside. “Have you opened the windows near the back yet?”

A simple question, but one that was followed by a sly grin. “Of course, of course. Can’t have your little nook all dusty by the time you drop by, now can we?”

For her sake, the chatter more or less ended there. Another greeting as the two stepped through an oaken door, a menu in the shape of a card that was handed to them upon entry, and a short walk down a row of isles until they arrived at a small, mahogany table with a couch on either side of it. Sliding into one half of the booth, Hinata followed along, easing herself into the other side of the booth while seamlessly pulling her leather jacket off of her shoulders.

From where he sat, attentive eyes roaming the cafe’s interior, his gaze was all but stolen away by the sight that unraveled itself before his eyes. Pale, creamy and toned skin, arms that appeared as rich and spotless as the purest silk, along with a neckline whose only article of clothing was the very necklace he had noticed prior. However, what drew his attention the most was undoubtedly the crop top worn by his date.

How on earth she had managed to put it on, as well endowed as she was, would forever be a mystery to him, but even still, one thing was made abundantly clear to him. She had foregone a bra, leaving her nipples slightly visible through her top; enough so for anyone that looked closely to notice it.

Beneath the table, he could feel her feet, slowly, cautiously sliding up along his legs, carefully rubbing their feet together whilst the ever present blush upon her face deepened all the more. She had caught him staring.

“D-does it make me appear too…” trailing off, Hinata’s gaze fell down upon the table, an arm reaching across her stomach to rub her other elbow; an act that only truly caused her chest to stand out even more.

Gone was the smirk of a predator hunting down its prey, for in its place, as he looked upon her then, Shikamaru could do naught more than flash her a bright, genuine smile. He liked her appearance, and her clothing choice did make her stand out, or perhaps it simply highlighted the fact that she already stood out in a crowd?

“I like it, a lot.” He began, reaching out across the table to gingerly entwine his fingers with hers. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you cosplay more, if you plan on doing that again?”

A brief look of confusion spread across her features, overtaken near instantly by recognition, along with a well masked happiness at one of her hobbies being remembered. Nodding her head, Hinata Hyuga, the heiress to a business concern, and undoubtedly one of the most renowned public figures of their age group, sputtered out her plans for another character she enjoyed.

In a manner of minutes, everything from clothing design, to which materials felt the best to wear, to what would make the sturdiest costume was brought out, some of which even he could help her expand on. He himself had never touched design, though a longtime friend of his, and one of the few females he had no interest in sleeping with, had spent an exuberant amount of time designing clothes on her spare time; so much so that she had started interning with a fashion designer.

What little he brought to the table was acknowledged, and when the topic of accessories were brought up, Hinata’s eyes almost turned downcast. For her ninja cosplay, the outfit she had worn when the two had originally met, she had intended to create a set of knives referred to as Kunai to use as accessories, but alas, blacksmithing was outside of her field of expertise, and having a set of knives custom made was unbecoming of a woman of her stature.

However, right as she mentioned that very detail, the waitress from before sauntered by to take their orders for drinks, perking up at the mention of blacksmithing. “Do you need something forged? Me and my dad used to run this workshop together before, downtown. All local suppliers. If it can be forged, we can make it.” The waitress called Tenten proudly stated, a smile on her face even as she scribbled down some contact information for Hinata to bring with her.

A quick order later, and no shortage of chatter between the two girls, brought Hinata’s attention back to the present at last. “Did you know about the blacksmithing, and asked me to come here because of it?”

Shaking his head playfully, Shikamaru feigned ignorance, though under Hinata’s scrutinizing gaze, his facade eventually broke down into a chuckling smile. “I knew about it, but I really do like this area. Just have a look.” Pointing his finger towards the wide open window by their table, Hinata’s pale eyes followed along.

Through the window, across the street, past a steady stream of youths, a park laid bare before their eyes, open for them to behold. Long stretches of vibrant green grass, small stone brick roads traversed the landscape, and at the center of the park itself, a relatively large lake filled to the brim with gleaming, crystalline water sparkled within Hinata’s eyes.

Somewhere between gazing out onto the scenery across the street and returning to their conversation about cosplay, Tenten returned with their drinks; neither party picking anything alcoholic that early in the day. Confirming that the contact info she received was genuine, Hinata reached forward to raise a dainty glass of a strangely emerald colored liquid to her lips, almost cooing where she sat as it washed across her tongue.

On his end, even though he himself preferred something with more of a punch to it, Shikamaru had gone for a smoothie. Apples, bananas and wild berries were mixed together, forming a thick, but not overtly so, liquid. The cafe itself served as both a place to relax, as well as an establishment that could boast a one hundred percent healthiness guarantee. Even the drink in Hinata’s dainty hand was natural, without an ounce of sugar to it.

“By the way…” Hinata mumbled out, the shy, flustered tone from before returning in full force, even as a devious grin adorned her pink, plump lips. “Could you hold onto this for me?”

Reaching a hand down into the discarded leather jacket by her side, Shikamaru eyed her up for a moment, trying and failing to steer clear of her tightly clad breasts. Before he himself could ask what, exactly, she looked for, the indigo haired beauty brought her hand back onto the table, carefully sliding something towards him, hidden beneath the palm of her hand.

Once she removed her hand from atop the table, Shikamaru’s eyes were met by the sight of a small, round remote with a bright pink color to it.

“Is this a… remote?” Picking up said object, his voice came out as a faint, uncertain whisper, turning the remote around in his hand before pressing one of the buttons at random.

The sound that met his ears was not at all what he had come to expect. Across the table from him, the shy, withdrawn woman whose company he shared stiffened, slouching down in the couch behind her as her knees instinctively slammed themselves together. Her body shook, her breasts jiggled within their tight confines, and as he raised an eyebrow in her direction, Shikamaru Nara clicked the same button once more; a small triangle shaped, grey button.

“A-aahn~” A moan, plain and simple, spilled forth from Hinata’s pink lips as whatever it was that the remote controlled redoubled its efforts.

Blinking once, twice, it took him but a moment more to realize what was being controlled, although, to confirm his suspicions, the Nara heir strained his ears until he heard a low, barely audible buzzing sound from beneath the table. Was that why she had sounded so meek, swaying her hips and blushing wherever they went?

“P-please… m-mercy~” Another moan escaped her lips along with a soft, almost pleading look. “I-I’m gonna…”

As quickly as he activated the device hidden beneath her clothes, Shikamaru pressed another button; an upside down triangle that instantly caused the buzzing to disappear. In a mere moment, her posture returned, her features softened, and even as her eyes were rolling up into the back of her head, the deep crimson flush across Hinata’s cheeks faded away.

“A remote controlled vibrator,” Shikamaru chuckled, more so to himself as he twirled the remote around within his hand. “Of course you wanted something extra for a first date~”

The tone of his voice was teasing, but even still, he held back enough to let Hinata recover from her ordeal. To send a woman to the brink of orgasm in mere moments… how strong would her toy have to be?

“Would the pure, innocent young maiden like to tell me where her vibrator is hidden away?” Another chuckle, deep and rumbling, sent Hinata into another flustered fit, her eyes darting left and right frantically, almost maniacally.

“On my c-clit… a-and in my…” trailing off, the blush upon her cheeks had spread, adorning almost all of her face while turning her into a tomato at the peak of its freshness.

Raising an inquisitive eyebrow in her direction, Shikamaru folded his arms across his chest, waiting for her reply for a moment before subtly clicking the first button of the remote once more. The reaction, much to his immense enjoyment, was immediate.

With a soft, breathless moan, her mouth fell agape, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and with a grunt, he could feel her legs quivering beneath the table. “My pussy! I-it’s in my pussy, my dirty, exhibitionistic cunt!”

Clamping her hands across her mouth as quickly as the words tumbled free from her lips, Hinata Hyuga glanced around, a panicked look adorning her face even as her date turned the vibrator back off. Luckily for them, no one else had gone inside of the cafe that day, leaving the two of them all alone, with only a waitress standing behind the counter, preparing the drinks for another order.

“You tease~” Slumping down against the top of the table, Hinata’s voice came out as a weary sigh, a silly, almost brainless smile crossing her lips even as she felt her legs shake uncontrollably.

In truth, she had only intended to bring one vibrator that day, but, seeing as to how she had recently ordered a second one that could be used for the same frequency, the noble Hyuga heiress had decided against her original idea. Snuggled up within the depths of her womanhood, a vibrating, self-thrusting dildo hid away, pressed deep enough for her to feel its bumpy tip against her cervix. However, what served as the icing on the cake was, in fact, the small bullet vibe that was clamped down against her clit by the tightness of her pants. A single, mistimed step was already enough to make her quiver from the vibrating dildo, but add to that the glee of knowing that no one else could tell? It was enough to drive a woman mad!

For a moment, a soft, comfortable silence stretched out between the two of them; a short pause to allow Hinata to steady her breathing. With the remote in hand, and the knowledge of exactly what resided within his date’s pants, a devious plan began to take shape within the Nara heir’s mind.

Gazing out upon her slumped down figure, Shikamaru’s fingers twitched, and as quickly as before, a low buzz reverberated throughout their small booth, accompanied by a breathless groan from the woman whose form was slumped across the table. However, as soon as she turned her head around to stare up at him pleadingly, he relented; disabling the vibrators again.

“Let’s finish up here and head out for a walk? Could go through the park to hit up the mall for a bit?” It was more of a suggestion than an order, but nonetheless, Hinata nodded her eyes fervently, moaning softly as he watched a hand disappearing beneath the table.

Grasping his drink in one hand, Shikamaru unceremoniously downed his smoothie, shoveling its liquid into his mouth before gulping it down heavily. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her squirming in her seat, and along with the sight of her dainty, slender fingers wrapping themselves around the base of her glass, the faint sound of rustling cloth reached his ears.

“No touching.” He bit out sternly, playfully glaring at the blushing woman across from him.

With another soft whine, and a faint moan that drew the attention of the brown haired waitress from before, Hinata Hyuga complied, returning her right hand to the top of the table sheepishly.

“Ready to head out?” Tenten spoke up from their sides, causing Hinata to choke on her drink lightly, coughing violently even as she was handed a napkin from across the table. “I’ll have the check ready by the counter~”

As quickly as she had stepped up by their side, Tenten sauntered away with a certain pep to her step that caused her skirt to flutter around her toned legs. However, his attention was quickly drawn back to the sputtering, flushing woman across from him; the girl whose moan had slipped out at a simple command.

“Are you alright?” Gone was the commanding, playful voice that had caused her to cough so violently; in its place, his tone of voice was filled with genuine concern. Hinata was a public figure that could be easily recognized, though her outfit might appear too revealing for the person the media knew.

“D-do you think she…?” Her face was flush, a solid crimson in color that somehow made her eyes stand out more, but somewhere amidst the worry of being heard, he could see a twinge of bliss.

“Mm. Tenten has a pretty good hearing, so I bet she heard it whenever you moaned.” Flashing his counterpart a broad smirk, Shikamaru Nara slid out from the booth, walking around the side before sliding in beside his date. “But you know what? She’s cool, she won’t tell anyone.”

Draping an arm around her slender waist, his fingers wrapped themselves around her right hip, holding her close until, with almost a dejected sigh, she placed her head atop his shoulder. No one would put anything to it if they saw a couple like that, simply enjoying one another’s company. However, even though he did it for her, his eyes began to roam across what he couldn’t see from his side; his tongue darting out to lick his lips hungrily.

On her end, the moment his arm wrapped itself along her back and waist, her heartbeat sped up. The omnipotent flush that near permanently adorned her cheeks deepened, but not at all from the fact that she could see the remote for her own toys in his right hand. No, what made her flush was the intimacy; the fact that a man held her in his embrace, in public no less. The mere thought of it, the thought of being held in someone’s loving embrace, more than made up for the slight scare of the waitress hearing her moan.

Remaining like that for who knew how long, the two began to talk once more, almost animatedly for a while, before at long last, her breathing steadied itself. With one heavy gulp, the fruity drink within her hand was downed, disappearing between her plump lips with a hearty, audible gulp. They were still at their first stop, and her breath had already been stolen from her lungs a dozen times!

When his eyes locked onto hers, Shikamaru Nara nodded his head, pulling out of the booth once more to offer her his hand; a hand she graciously accepted to steady herself on the way out.

“I’ll go pay for us,” he whispered huskily, using his grasp of her hand to pull her up against him; a chaste kiss taking her breath away once more.

Standing there, a dumbfounded expression adorning her features, it took the Hyuga heiress a solid minute to recuperate; a pair of fingers reaching up to lightly brush along her freshly kissed lips. Her first proper kiss, not forced upon her during sex. A smile spread across her lips even as she reached down to pull her leather jacket on, sauntering up towards her date’s back with a light sway to her curvaceous hips.

By the time she reached his side, the bill was paid, and with a warm smile flashed towards her side, the two of them walked out through the heavy oaken doorway. Hanging high in the sky, the sun shone down upon them with a soothing warmth, illuminating the cloudless sky even as the duo crossed the street.

For their every step, her heart was in her throat, her eyes wandered back and forth, and the hand clamped together with his was nervous and clammy. She could feel her toys against her nethers, she could feel them twisting around against her private parts, and that alone would bring her to orgasm at any other day. However, the sheer knowledge that he had her remote, that he could make her moan at any given time, made her already eager pussy weep.

Stepping through the small gate made out of a gap in the brick wall that surrounded the park itself, Hinata’s features lit up, her eyes grew wide, and a light flickered throughout her face. It was beautiful, plain and simple. From the grassy plains that rolled along the slight inclines, to the meticulously planted flowers that lined the roads, then to the lake in the midst of the park itself… everything that met her gaze was beautiful, serene, and clearer than anywhere else in the bustling city.

“You look as if you’ve never been here,” his voice snapped her back to reality, and with a soft meep, she turned her gaze upon him. A chiseled jaw, soft cheeks and caring features greeted her eyes, along with a deep, hidden look of lust.

“I-I haven’t… college was busy, and Father was strict about public appearances beforehand.” It was a simple explanation, but one that caused her gorgeous features to grow downcast for the briefest moment.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Shikamaru reached a hand down into the pocket of his jeans, gently clicking a hidden button twice, before pressing a button at the bottom. The reaction was immediate. A soft, subdued eep, a frantic gaze around the park, and a light tug from where her knees bent inward to lower her stance. Just that single twinge had reminded her of her predicament, and with a pout across her face, Hinata Hyuga mumbled out something mostly incoherent.

Letting loose a low chuckle however, he let her steady herself against his side, holding onto her hand with a steadfast grasp, slowly wandering forward whilst she herself struggled to contain a moan of pleasure. Every spark, every jolt of the vibrators around her groin, every little twist from swaying her hips too much was more than enough to bring her to the edge, but she knew she couldn’t touch; she knew she couldn’t-

“Maybe we should come back here later, ease you out of your clothes, and have you bathe here, right in the middle of the lake,” a soft, husky whisper brushed up against her right ear, causing her finely tuned control to snap just in time for a wanton moan to spill forth from her lips. “I wouldn’t mind watching that, watching you bathe in public, maybe even walk you back home naked~”

Squirming where she stood, Hinata couldn’t help but gaze upon an approaching couple; a pair that hadn’t seen them yet, but they would. Luckily for her, her date didn’t push, he didn’t force her into submission, nor did he humiliate her in public. The hand that had once been clutched onto her own shifted around, trailing down along her waist until his fingers embraced the side of her left hip; steadying her where she stood, while also holding her hostage within his tight embrace.

The couple passed them by, not so much as a glance cast their way, talking amongst themselves even as Hinata’s flushing face lit up the street like a beacon.

Casting her gaze upon the lake and the park once more, Hinata allowed herself to relax, dropping her head down upon her impromptu boyfriend’s shoulder as the two of them made their way along the paths within the park. At long last, the two of them could relax, simply enjoying themselves, enjoying the view, while walking forward without a clear goal in mind. Then and there, the only thing on her mind truly was the scenery.

Glancing around the two of them, Hinata Hyuga’s pale eyes fell upon another pair that wandered along the path that day, one of which was dressed rather properly, whilst the other wore a simple sundress. For only a fraction of a moment, her eyes fell down upon her own attire, pondering whether or not she should have found a sundress of her own. However, what little doubt remained within her mind was banished rather quickly by the constant reminder that was his hand upon her hip.

Wrapped around her slender waist, down along her exposed, pale back, his hand was like a beacon in the mist; a sign that made her feel accepted for who she was. Others had come before her, seeking her father’s prestige, political sway, or even her family fortune, but so far, the man walking by her side hadn’t shown a shred of interest in anything beyond what the two had then and there.

Allowing herself to think for the briefest moment, the Hyuga heiress’ mind swam with thoughts, some more innocent than others, while the rest were focused upon her family itself. Would her father accept this man? Would Hiashi Hyuga see what she saw in him, or would he deny her the right to be with someone she craved?

Subtly, her teeth sank down into her bottom lip, suppressing a worrisome frown from adorning her features, as the thought entered her mind in full. What would she do if he introduced her one-time lover to her family? Her father aside, would her sister be as accepting as she had been, or would she have to-

With a start and an alarming intensity, the vibrators within her panties violently shook themselves to life, forcing her eyes to snap wide awake as a screech of wanton bliss coursed through her throat. Her lips, pink and plump, fell agape, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and as her legs began to quiver, her world spun around until a new warmth latched itself onto her lips.

From the moment his fingers tapped down against the increase button upon the tiny remote in his pocket, Shikamaru had known that the woman in his embrace would moan. Somewhere along their walk, she had fallen silent, a soft, albeit deep frown adorning her features, but he hadn’t wanted to pry. It wasn’t until the two of them were on a separate road, generally far from the public eye, that he pressed down upon the remote.

A liquid hot, scalding warmth washed across her system. Molten lava flooded through her veins, her eyes had long since rolled up into the back of her head, and as her pussy clamped down around the churning dildo within her nether lips, Hinata snapped her eyes wide awake. Shikamaru Nara, as he had introduced himself when they planned this date of theirs, kissed her. Her lips melted against his own, her body quivered from ecstacy and the thrill of being seen, and her mind, the mind that had once churned at a million miles an hour, had at long last shut down in its entirety.

Only the kiss remained, only the sudden, soothing kiss that caused her brain to melt.

The hand upon her hip had shifted down, wrapping itself around the back of her head, holding her in place; even though she herself would hardly dream of pulling away…

… at least, not until a light cough from the side snapped the two free from their dazes, and with her cheeks aflame, Hinata turned her eyes over to the left.

A woman stood beside them, clad in what had to be the most eye catching color combination known to man. A bright orange tracksuit with one solid black stripe running down the sides of her arms and shoulders, a pair of matching orange and black pants with the similar stripe running down its sides, and a pair of black and orange sneakers. Standing in the sunlight, it was almost to the point where Hinata herself had to cover her eyes not to be blinded by the intensity of the colors.

However, what hit the Hyuga next was what stood out from the woman’s tracksuit. A pair of breasts that almost equaled her own in size caught her eyes, and even though they were smaller by a bit, she couldn’t help but imagine what they looked like beneath the far too tight tracksuit itself.

“Why do I always find you with a girl in your arms? Whose girlfriend is it this time?” The woman before them rather gruffly ground out, a look of clear annoyance directed towards the raven haired Nara.

Exchanging a quick look with Hinata, Shikamaru furrowed his eyebrows, both befuddled and confused at the demeanor of the girl before him, yet internally, he knew very well why she acted the way she did. “Mine.” His reply was simple, and having confirmed it ahead of time, Shikamaru was out on a date with Hinata as her boyfriend.

Almost as quickly as his reply came out however, Naruko Uzumaki’s expression turned haughty, a look of superiority, or perhaps victory adorning her whiskered expression.

“Oh yeah? Does she know how many women you’ve slept with? Not much of a boyfriend if you cheat that much, are you?” Her voice truly was the definition of arrogant, and even as she turned her deep blue eyes upon Hinata, her expression remained victorious. Although…

“I know,” Hinata spoke up, not an ounce of her former stuttering remained, even though the discussion was too sensitive for the general public. “Do you two need a moment to talk?”

Rapidly blinking his eyes, Shikamaru couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, although, even more so than that, he did want to have a chat with the buxom blonde athlete before him. “I really am sorry about that, you know?” Even though his arm held onto Hinata by the waist, his attention shifted towards Naruko herself. “I didn’t mean to sleep with her at first, but with how some of the less reputable patrons looked at her that night…”

His voice trailed off, but the message was clear as day. Absentmindedly, Hinata nodded her head, knowing full well that certain patrons of the club were rather crude. Why, just on the way to the counter that fateful night, she had been felt up by more than a few men; most of which had quieted down once the cyan haired bartender looked their way.

Although, on Shikamaru’s end, his words could not have been more of a blatant lie. He was addicted to the thrill, he craved it like any other man or woman craved their liquor, or how they craved their cigarettes. The feel of a woman’s breasts, the sensual whimpering as his hands roamed up and down along their skin, and the transcendent moans that rang forth from their lips when his cock slipped inside of their eager holes… it was a sensation, a thrilling addiction, that he was far too aware of.

“You… kept her safe,” It was more of a statement than a question, but nonetheless, Shikamaru nodded his head.

Part of what he said had been the truth. There were less savory types that inhabited the nightclub, types that would rather rob a woman blind than keep them company for the night. Granted, he had definitely intended to sleep with Sakura, and when she showed up on his doorstep after the fact, half naked and alone, he had intended to sleep with her again.

In a manner of moments, the arrogant, haughty posture that adorned Naruko’s body disappeared. In its place, a look of uncertainty adorned her features, and an almost sheepish posture overtook her curvaceous, albeit obnoxiously brightly clad body.

“We can talk more about this later, alright? I’ve got to get back to my workout, and you…” casting a sidelong glance towards the pale eyed, indigo haired woman in his embrace, Naruko apologetically tilted her head. “I’m sorry for crashing the date.”

As quickly as the buxom blonde woman had appeared before them, she took off at a brisk pace, jogging down along the brick path leading towards the far end of the park without so much as a glance behind her back. The mood between the two of them however, had shifted ever so slightly.

Briefly, as his mind snapped back into reality, the soft buzzing of two vibrators caught his eyes to drift downward, and as he caught sight of Hinata herself, he couldn’t help but smile at her adoringly. Her confrontational demeanor had disappeared as quickly as it came, for in its place, her eyes were half lidded, her mouth was stretched into a silly, orgasmic smile, and the tiniest bit of saliva dribbled down along her chin. Without even asking, he could tell that she had finished, and as the vibrators were then and there, they continued to buzz away against her hypersensitive clit and pussy.

“Fuuuuck~” Her voice came out as a ragged gasp, a moan spilling forth with wanton abandon, even as Shikamaru reached down to turn off the vibrators once more. “Please tell me you slept with her? Did you cum in her, too?”

What little might have remained of her sense of modesty had promptly been evaporated along with her climax, for at that moment, Hinata couldn’t help but imagine the sight. Her boyfriend, atop another woman’s bed, having sex with someone’s girlfriend, only to be walked in on… the thought alone, even without the vibrators on, was enough to bring her to the brink of orgasm once more.

On his end however, Shikamaru could do nothing more than laugh heartily. Of all the things she could have asked or said, that was not what he had anticipated at all. From what little he could see, even her jeans had begun to grow damp from her unending arousal, and if he didn’t know any better, their little shopping trip may very well become a necessity.

“I did, yeah. I met her girlfriend at the club, actually. Kept her company and walked her home, but I really hadn’t expected to be walked in on by a half naked bombshell,” even as he spoke, his hand slid up along his girlfriend’s back, up and up until, with a stern motion, his fingers reached up to openly grope and molest Hinata’s chest.

“Meeting her only turned you on, huh?” Knowing the answer, Shikamaru still wanted his date to confirm it. When he received a meek, almost shaky nod, the hand upon her breast fell down to the hem of her crop top, playfully tugging on it to reveal more and more of Hinata’s cleavage to the world.

“N-not here…” Her voice was but a whisper, soft, hushed, coming across as an almost frightened plea, but as quickly as he brought his knee up towards her groin, her body slumped against his embrace.

Sliding a hand down along her curvaceous form, Shikamaru’s fingers traced the sway of her hips, falling further and further down until, with a dark, devious grin, his hand fell down to rest upon her supple ass. “I’m going to fuck you today, maybe behind that tree over there, or up against the window of your favorite clothing store~”

It was more of a thought than a proper suggestion, but nonetheless, the moment the words spilled forth from his lips, the Hyuga heiress before him shuddered. However, as quickly as he was upon her, his fingers withdrew from the rear held within her tight jeans, pulling away an entire foot to leave her there; shaky legs barely capable of holding her in place.

Heaving and panting where she stood, Hinata’s pale eyes rolled up to stare into his face, a small, weary smile adorning her lips even as her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

“Can we head to a certain store, first?” She all but wheezed out, a devious expression adorning her features for the briefest moment; disappearing so quickly that Shikamaru himself was unsure of whether or not it had been there.

Seeing no harm in that, and having no particular plans himself, Shikamaru gave a nonchalant nod of his head, reaching down to wrap an arm around his impromptu girlfriend’s waist. When he eased her back against his side however, the young, publicly shy woman tilted her head to the side, leaning up to whisper a set of sweet, seductive words for his ears and his alone.

“Let’s go, stud~” Whispering forth the name of the establishment she wanted to hit up, Shikamaru Nara’s expression twisted, but only for a fraction of a moment before his gaze fell down upon the faint smile adorning her lips.

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Arriving there, no more than half an hour after their little run-in with the blonde Uzumaki athlete, Shikamaru glanced up with a mildly dumbfounded look adorning his features. What he had expected truly had come to pass, but when the two stood before it now, he couldn’t help but wonder whether or not he had misheard her.

The Kettle, a small, local tea shop near the older half of the shopping center surrounding the commercial district. At the top of the building itself, a building that appeared more akin to a house than a proper store, a small, green kettle had been erected; something akin to their brand, had it been more than one store.

“This is the place~” Hinata practically squealed by his side, a proper look of excitement adorning her body as a whole even as the two of them made their way inside.

Holding the door open for her to enter ahead of him, Shikamaru’s eyes were near immediately met by a sight he had yet to experience from any local business. Lining the walls, various brands and blends of tea, from the more popular variations that could be found in local grocery stores, to what appeared to be house blends that were made and packaged in the building itself.

Stepping up, his eyes lazily swiveled from left to right, playfully entertaining the thought of purchasing a bit of tea himself, before his gaze at last fell upon an elderly, grey haired man standing behind a small counter. He had heard and seen them enter without a doubt, and with a soft incline of his head, the man went about his business, returning to what appeared to be a packing station.

Wandering down along the leftmost wall, the Nara heir’s eyes were captivated, enthralled by the sheer quantity of various blends found within the building, all the way from traditional tea, over towards a shelf by itself; a shelf that was entertained by a certain indigo haired Hyuga heiress.

Already, by the time he reached her side, her hands were already filled with several small containers. Cream colored bottles, similar in size to small lotion containers, were stacked within her hands, though from the corner of his eye. Standing up on the very tips of her toes, stretching her arm upwards in a way that made her tiny, almost slutty crop top hike up

Before she could prove his point, he stretched an arm skyward, reaching up to the top shelf to pluck down another container of uniquely colored powder. “Matcha?” He asked, an incredulous look adorning his face, even as he handed her the container.

“My father’s birthday is coming up. He used to come here a lot more, before his job took over…” For the briefest moment, beneath the makeup and beyond the pale, near transcendent cheeks with an eternally rosy flush across them, he thought he had seen a look of… remorse? Although, by the time he looked again, her smile had returned, and with it, she graciously accepted the canister of powder.

Glancing around the shop once more, Shikamaru weakly nodded his head, reaching over towards a nearby shelf labeled Homemade and plucked out two particular powder blends, holding them on his own even as the Hyuga heiress gave him a curious glance. Although, by that point in time, the cashier had stepped closer with a small step stool, giving the two of them a warm smile that made the atmosphere return in full.

“Can I have these two packaged, please?” Holding up the canisters within her left hand, Hinata stepped up beside the elderly man, already mumbling out a conversation of their own about the properties of the various tea leaves that the two canisters contained.

Following closely behind the two, smiling fondly to himself, Shikamaru’s free hand fell down to rest upon the pockets of his jeans. His fingers hovered above it, circling around the button that would set her off, but alas, as he approached the two of them behind the counter, his hand instead reached up to grasp the Hyuga heiress’ snugly clad rear.

“Add these two to the purchase, I’ll pay.” It was by no means an offer, but nonetheless, by the time Hinata whirled her head around to complain, his fingers had already started caressing her cheeks through her pants, silencing her complaints before she could even make them.

“Right away!” The elderly man spoke up, breaking the two of them out of their trance long enough for Shikamaru to tap his card against the side of the register.

Gazing up at him with an indigidant pout, Hinata’s lips slip apart in preparation to berate him, but, as quickly as she did, his hips bumped up against her tightly clad rear. With a start and a strangled moan, the remote within his pocket was tapped, and rather than sending the vibrators into their first stage, it ramped it up tenfold. Powerful vibrations that were audible to anyone nearby buzzed to life within his impromptu girlfriend’s pants, turning her legs to jelly to the point that her hands fell down upon the countertop itself, clutching its sides in the hopes of being unheard by the man standing no more than a foot away from the two of them.

Her eyes near instantly rolled up into the back of her head, her fingers dug down into the solid wood of the counter, and as the elderly man went about his business, Hinata Hyuga’s legs quivered and shook behind the cover of the countertop itself. A scalding, scorching warmth spread throughout her form in mere moments, racing through her veins, setting her brain ablaze, while causing her already soaked groin to grow damper by the second.

“P-pleaaase…” Her voice stuttered forth as a shaky, breathless whisper, hardly audible unless one strained their ears to listen in. “S-so good~” Landing somewhere between a wheeze and a whisper, Hinata’s tongue lolled out of her mouth; her eager, dripping pussy quivering as it approached her second public orgasm of the day…

… although, as quickly as she thought she would cum, as quickly as the smouldering lake of blissful relief began to overflow, the buzzing within her pussy died down, leaving her a breathless, sweat drenched mess.

However much she craved it to begin anew, however much her jean clad rear ground back against the hand that held onto her rear possessively, Hinata Hyuga was forcibly yanked up into a standing position, feeling her eyes widen as a pained yelp spilled forth from her lips. Intertwined within her long, indigo colored hair, Shikamaru Nara’s fingers held her in place, using her hair as a leash to forcibly straighten her posture back into something akin to a modest one; save for the breasts that jiggled within her crop top from the sudden motion.

“Here we go, one gift wrapping for these two. Would you like a bag for the remaining containers?” The man before them turned around once more, sending the couple a warm smile as he caught sight of their close, almost loving embrace.

“Mm. Two bags, please. Those two-” tapping the lids of the boxes meant for him to take home, Shikamaru returned his hand to hold his girlfriend upright. “Are coming with me later.”

Receiving a nod in affirmation, the man behind the counter began to meticulously pack the tea into their separate bags, paying close attention to the paper that was wrapped around one bag in particular.

On his end however, as he watched the elderly man package their purchases away, Shikamaru leaned his head towards his girlfriend’s ear, smiling even though he knew she paid attention to the scene before her rather than him. “Coffee at your place, or mine?”

It was a simple question, one that could be taken in a myriad of ways, but for the two of them, forget their current predicament, there would be no doubt in his mind about which particular way the question was aimed.

Before she could so much as reply, much less hide the blush spreading across her cheeks, the cashier returned his attention to the two of them; a warm smile adorning his lips even as he handed them two separate paper bags. Taking but a moment to admire the forest green color of the bag, with a mahogany colored kettle branded onto its side, the Nara heir gave the cashier a warm smile in return, thanking him for his quick service.

“Please do say hello to your father from me, Lady Hyuga.” That singular sentence however caused the woman by his side to stiffen, and with a slow, near frozen look upon her once flushed features, Hinata gave the man a onceover.

“I-I will, yes. T-thank you for your, uhm…” The word service had come to mind, but with the hand placed below her belt, she didn’t think it appropriate.

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The soft rustling of cloth, faint, entertained laughter, and soft chatter echoed through the streets as a couple wandered with no clear destination in mind. What could only be described as a dozen bags of differing colors and designs hung from the arms of the man, and, as the woman stepped onto a far too familiar street, two small, green bags with a tiny kettle branded atop them fluttered within her arms.

Shikamaru Nara’s voice came out as a gruff chuckle, enjoying himself for what had to have been the first time in months as the woman beside him pouted where she stood.

From their arrival at the tea shop to the point they were at, Hinata had pulled him through dozens of clothing stores, going from the typical workwear to clothes so revealing that even he had to ask if they were in the right store. Swimwear, loungewear… even lingerie had been on the heiress’ list of things to buy, and as much as he could, he, a bachelor-no-more, had given his opinions on the clothes she posed in for him. Skirts, jeans, shorts… crop tops, t-shirts, singlets… the only pieces he hadn’t seen had been the underwear she tried on, but thinking back on it, perhaps it was for the best to keep certain things a surprise for later?

Stepping through a small side alley, a vaguely familiar sight laid bare before the Nara heir’s eyes. By the time the two had finished their shopping trip, Hinata had spent more money on clothes than what he earned in any given month, yet somehow, it hadn’t come through as any particular strain.

Somewhere in the back of his head, the nagging question about just how wealthy the girl beside him was returned to the forefront of his mind, but with a sidelong glance, and a shifting gaze that traveled forward, the answer was almost blatantly slapped in his face. She had enough money to live a life of comfort, yet that was by far the least of her worries.

If he had a near limitless fund of money, what would his life be like…?

“Thank you for today, Shikamaru. Really.” With a start, the raven haired man was snapped free from his thoughts. “Because of today, father might ease up on his demands for me to… thank you.” She didn’t finish her sentence, but before the two even went out, he had received a rundown via texts.

For the remainder of their walk through the neighborhood, the topics varied, changing away from the looming presence of an overprotective father, to simpler subjects. Her cosplays were brought up more than once throughout the day, and as they talked, some of the shirts and shorts she had bought were specifically meant to be used for that. Half jokingly, the Nara heir had mentioned that he would expect to see pictures of her in her new outfits, only for the Hyuga heiress herself to hide behind her hands.

Opening his mouth for the briefest moment, Shikamaru promptly glued it shut, cautiously glancing at a woman that sauntered her way past the two of them. From a glance, the woman herself appeared in her early thirties, although, as she wandered forth, her large, voluptuous breasts practically threatened to fall out from the tight grey top she wore. Sending a glance their way, a pair of amber colored eyes landed upon him, shifting down along his slender, toned waistline, before falling upon the shopping bags dangling from his arms; her face twisted into a very knowing smirk, taking on a look of pity as she made her way down the alley the two of them had come from.

“Another one of your partners?” A question was asked from his left, Hinata’s voice coming out as a dry tone, even as her pace slowed down to start fishing up the keycard to her apartment.

“No… I don’t think I’ve seen her before,” he shook his head, glancing down at the pouting girl beside him. Feeling his eyebrows furrow, he could have sworn to have seen her before, but… how could he forget breasts as large as hers?

“Do you want to come in for a cup of coffee?” Again, he was caught off guard, and again, the girl to his left smiled at him when their eyes locked together. Her posture was straight, her head was held high, and even as her pink, plump lips puckered up in a pout, her breasts jiggled atop her chest.

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“Fuck meeeeeee~” A shrill shriek of pleasure bounced off of the walls, echoing throughout the condo with enough force to make even the neighbors hear her cries of bliss. “Fuck me, fuck me, pleeeaaase~”

Hidden behind long, silky drapes, kept out of sight despite the large, wall sized windows that adorned her cream colored apartment, a trail of clothes lined the floor. From the tight, drenched jeans that had once housed a set of vibrators, to the crop top that had somehow contained a pair of large, squishy watermelon sized breasts was strewn along the floor.

Loud, wet squelches followed after her cries, redoubled in strength as his lips fell agape; a loud, breathless moan spilling forth from his lips as his cock, nestled within the depths of Hinata Hyuga’s exposed, whorish pussy, was milked for what it was worth.

Atop a table within the living room itself, two steaming cups of coffee were abandoned, filled to the brim with cream and sugar alike. They truly had come inside for a cup of coffee to unwind after their date, but as quickly as the indigo haired hostess had come outwith with the brews, the Nara heir had pounced upon her; his hands trailing up along the exposed skin of her abdomen, before reaching up to near violently molest her breasts.

Flipping the woman before him over onto her back, watching intently as her large, creamy breasts jiggled maniacally in time with his heated, ferocious thrusts, Shikamaru’s mouth stretched out into a grin. Around his length, for every single one of his thrusts, her velvety walls clamped down around his girth, milking and massaging his length, all the while allowing her mouth to spew forth her own pleas.

Already, the two had gone on for close to an hour, and already, her perfect, pristine little pussy had devoured two of his virile loads. Her voice had sounded pleading, begging for him to pull out, but whenever he tried to rear his hips back, her hands had flown up, latching onto his shoulders to hold him in place.

“P-please- haah- harder!” A not so subtle moan spilled forth from her lips, bathing her body and mind alike in a veil of orgasmic bliss as Shikamaru’s hips came crashing up against her firm butt with enough force to make her bed creak and shake.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee~” The princess of the Hyuga household practically cried out, her eyes having long since rolled up into the back of her head, and even as her tongue lolled out of her luscious lips, Shikamaru’s pace never wavered.

His hips were but a blur, rapidly hammering away at the cunt that belonged to Hinata Hyuga, reshaping it, pushing his previous loads deeper inside of her snatch, all until, with a thrust so rough that her entire body quivered, he leaned his head down, forcing his lips to press down against her own. A kiss, plain and simple, yet not at all as caring as the ones she had received before. Without remorse, his tongue slid out, tangling with her own for the briefest moment before pulling away once more.

Without a moment’s warning, he came. Jet upon jet of thick, fertile cum splashed up against the insides of Hinata’s pussy, coating its already well lubricated walls white. A second and third explosion of cum surged forth, spraying directly up against the Hyuga whore’s underfilled womb until it, too, was filled to the brim. Yet, right as he could feel the torrent of cum within his balls slosh forth, the Nara heir pulled his cock free from her loosened twat; a hand wrapping itself around his girth just in time to jerk a gush of sperm across the near unconscious Hyuga’s clit and groin.

Caught up in the utmost bliss that was the breeding of a Hyuga whore, Shikamaru’s gaze came to rest upon the woman herself. Pale, creamy skin, spotless from head to toe, was adorned in a thin layer of sweat. From head to toe, she was exposed, and as his eyes trailed down along her voluptuous breasts, his right hand reached up to swathe against her jiggling breasts; drawing forth a subdued moan from the half conscious woman atop her own bed.

Yet, what caught his eyes the most was the treasure between her legs.

A steady, near consistent stream of whiteness poured forth from the entrance of her womanhood, leaking out onto the silken bed sheets that would surely be ruined once nightfall came. However, even that had failed to contain his attention for long.

What caught his intrigue the most was what was clearly visible beneath the entrance to her visibly gaping pussy, down along the valley that formed between her luscious cheeks, down and down until, when he pressed the tip of his dick there, even Hinata herself snapped back to consciousness.

“W-wait! We can’t… it isn’t- aahn~” Lubricated by naught more than the abundance of cum pouring forth from her overused pussy, Shikamaru Nara aligned the tip of his dick with the entrance to her rear, pressing it down until, with a startled moan from her, his dick slipped through the tightened ring of muscle that would otherwise protect her ladylike backdoor…

… as quickly as he did however, a dull thud reverberated through the apartment behind his back, and with a slow, deliberate turn, a set of dark, inquisitive eyes fell upon the source of the sound itself.

Or rather, they landed upon the petite form of a younger woman, appearing eighteen at most, whose porcelain colored, hairless pussy was put on display.
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