Chapter 71

-Hinata's POV-

For the next three days, Sasuke and I tried to catch a moment alone to have sex but were ultimately interrupted each time. It was only Sakura, too. She really almost caught us when she came into his room after knocking, giving me barely five seconds to hide under the blankets, covering my head and all, to pretend to be some random woman. Our pink-haired bandmate got mad at him, saying he should've warned everyone else that he had company.

After that, Sasuke and I began losing hope we'd get a moment alone before the tour. That is until Friday night came along; Sakura left to go clubbing with Ino, dragging her boyfriend along to keep Sai company.

A barely-filtered moan passed my lips as Sasuke slid a finger in for the first time, dark eyes studying my face intently. When our bandmates vacated the house, he came over to my room and attacked me without a word or warning. He sat back on his knees, gaze dancing over my body and face as he moved at a bated pace so I could adjust to the new sensation.

A thick wave of self-consciousness came over me when I noticed. A couple of days ago, I made the mistake of clicking one of the posts made against me on twxtter and have been reeling to not think about it since. It was a collection of doctored photos of me, all edited to make me look much heavier than I am.

I know that's not what I actually look like. I also know that letting it get to me is precisely what those awful people want, but I just can't help it. What if I carry the weight I have a little heavily, and that's why everyone thinks I'm so fat?

As Sasuke gently caressed my thigh, my brow furrowed.

Does he think I'm chubby, too?

Since I saw those photos, I've had difficulty allowing him to see me completely naked without feeling sick. It's been hard to keep an appetite as well.

Suddenly, all movements froze, and I looked to see Sasuke making an odd face like he was worried, "You okay?"

I nodded, which caused tears that I didn't know had watered up to fall down the sides of my face. It also explained his sudden hesitance. Humiliated, I wiped at my cheeks and covered my face, "I-I'm fine; just keep going."

Rather than heed my request, Sasuke pulled away and flopped beside me on the bed. I looked at him, moving my hands away, "What're you doing?"

He spoke calmly, one arm around my waist as he came closer to press his lips to the side of my head, staying there as he spoke into my hair, "You're obviously uncomfortable, Hinata." Without continuing, I understood he meant he wouldn't mar our first encounter by going through with it when we weren't on the same page.

With trembling hands, I pulled the blanket up so it covered more of my body, unable to shake the self-consciousness, "I-I'm sorry. I know the tour's in three days, b-but I-" "It's fine." He didn't sound angry or upset, but that didn't make me feel better. It was me who brought up the idea of having sex before the tour, but now it's me who's preventing that from happening. I bet he's upset and is just pretending so he doesn't hurt my feelings.

"Something happened, didn't it?"

I averted my gaze, turning my back to him with a frown. This is something I'm not entirely comfortable talking about to anybody, much less the person I care the most about if they find me attractive or not.

"N-No, I'm alright. It must be nerves b-because of the tour."

Sasuke didn't say anything else but pulled me closer against him, kissing the back of my head as though wordless encouraging me to be honest because there was no way he believed that thin of a lie.

-Sasuke's POV-

I don't know what it is, but something's wrong. One day, Hinata's ready enough to move forward that she herself brought it up, and the next, she can barely meet my eye. Something had to have happened, but she won't talk about it. If I try to force it out of her, I know it'll just worsen things, so I'm stuck with no idea what to do or say.

My pessimistic mind keeps unconsciously jumping to the conclusion that it has to do with Itachi and whatever he said to her that day at the beach, but then why would she just now show a change in behavior? It doesn't make any sense.

So, after she fell asleep that night, Friday, I stepped into my own room and dialed up the last person I wanted to speak to: my brother. I have to rule him out before anything else. He picked up quickly, "Little brother. To what do I owe the pleasure? Are you drunk and need someone to pick you up? That's the only reason I can think-" "What did you say to Hinata?"

Itachi's voice makes my teeth grind. Just hearing it makes me angry. He paused briefly before responding, "When are you referring to? We speak occasionally via text, and then there's the beach, of course."

My chest tightened with jealousy, but I ignored his taunt because letting it affect me was precisely what he wanted. Swallowing my pride, I lowered my voice and asked, defeated, "Ever since Monday, she's been acting weird. Did you do something?"

"I'm surprised by you, Sasuke. I haven't heard you express concern for anyone except yourself since Mom-" "Don't fucking bring her up, you prick. Just answer the question."

Itachi knows exactly how to get under my skin. He sighed, "Have you been on twxtter this week? That may have something to do with it. All I know is it wasn't me. I haven't spoken with her since our beach trip."

As if he could see me through the phone, Itachi stopped me before I could hang up, "Wait, brother. Before you go, I need to tell you something important." My patience on its last leg, I made a sound signaling for him to continue. "About what I warned you of before, how our father and Mr. Hyuuga are planning something. I've…. I've discovered the truth, and it's serious. Hinata will be directly affected."

Unsure, I replied, "So what is it?"

Itachi hesitated, "That's the thing, I'm contractually unable to disclose information that directly affects Uchiha Corp."

"Then what's the point of this conversation?"

"Because there are steps you can take to protect her. I strongly advise having someone follow her to ensure no one else is. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

My anger turned to shock, and I momentarily forgot about my hatred for the man on the other end of the line, "Our families hired someone to stalk her?"

"Little brother, if I say anything more, I'm liable to face legal consequences. Please believe me when I say I'm sorry."

The hatred returned, "Is your head so far up our father's ass that you'll let an innocent person like her get hurt?"

"Good night, Sasuke."

"Wait, Itachi-" He hung up.

Blood boiling, I wanted to throw my phone across the room, but instead, I opened twxtter to inspect what he was talking about. As soon as I scrolled down the home feed, I understood precisely what Hinata's problem was and wanted to single-handedly track down the cowards behind those awful posts and beat them senseless.

After reporting all that I could find, I tossed my phone on the bed and ran a stressful hand through my hair. She'd only just begun to get confident around me. Now, that might be ruined.

All I can think about, though, is the look on her face when I asked her what was wrong earlier. If anyone in the world deserves confidence in their appearance, it's Hinata. Every inch of her is beautiful, from her head to her toes.

A nauseous feeling met my stomach as I sighed, heading back to her room so I could climb into bed and hold her closer as though it would help her overcome her current struggle. I think she's perfect the way she is, and I wish she could see herself through my eyes.

-Sakura's POV-

I giggled drunkenly as Gaara pulled me through the house's front door. It was nearly three in the morning, and we'd spent the last six hours drinking, dancing, and having fun with Ino and Sai.

My body felt warm and tingly as it was pulled through my bedroom doorway. Gaara immediately turned to shove his lips against mine. I knew the moment he said it was time to go home what his intentions were, and I've barely held it together this entire time.

Drunk Gaara is a confident and doting Gaara who takes pleasure in spoiling me rotten. At Tenten's housewarming party, he didn't let me rest until I'd cum three times, stating anything less would be a crime.

My fingers fumbled to unbuckle his belt, and he lifted my dress to begin siding my underwear down. His eagerness was more prominent than I expected because, in the next moment, I was raised to sit on the dresser, and he pulled himself from his pants to slide inside me, holding my waist tightly as he groaned. I moaned as he began to move.

I tugged his shirt off over his head, allowing my hands to explore his hot skin as those bright teal eyes burned over my appearance. His voice was low and gruff, "Baby, you're so beautiful. Does it feel good?"

I leaned back on the furniture, holding myself up with my hands flat as I looked down where he was entering me with expertise, nodding, "I like it!" It's so hot in here, and it's all his fault.

His hands moved to grip my ankles, maneuvering my legs so there were over his shoulders. My insides were quickly beginning to coil and tighten around him.

Being horny as hell while drunk is a trait he and I share, which always proves to be fun. Gaara's a little rougher when he's inebriated, but he's never hurt me and always showers me with compliments and affection regardless, so I've never once gotten scared of it.

I watched him with nothing but lust filling my body. Sweat glistened over his bare chest, making his humble muscles appear more defined as he moved. His shoulders are broad, and his arms are strong. Best of all was his unfiltered expression of near-obsession as he watched me watch him.

"Gaara, you're gorgeous."

His teeth grit, and he fumbled to move my legs around his hips like before so he could grip my waist and pound into me with more vigor, his tongue slipping past my teeth. His frantic aura threw me over the edge, and then I was a trembling, moaning mess of pleasure against him.

The moment it ended, I was lifted up and carried to the bed, where he seamlessly turned me around and entered from behind as he was on his knees. This was the first time he was doing it from this angle because I'd been hesitant. I thought it might scare me because of what happened with Sasori, but instead, it felt incredible.

I struggled to keep myself upright on my hands and knees, biting back any verbal reactions as best I could in case our bandmates were still awake upstairs. I could hardly recognize my own voice as it left me in soft, high-pitched curses, one for each thrust of Gaara's hips.

"Can I try something?" God, his voice was so sexy and lustrous. Even drunk, he's not one to push without warning.

I nodded, "G-Go ahead!"

A small squeak of surprise left me as he suddenly grabbed my waist more tightly and pulled me upright as he sat back so I was on top. I adapted to the new position, feeling his hot breath against my back as I moved.

With his hands remaining on my hips, he aided me, so I reached between my legs to massage my clit, getting ever so closer to another climax, "Just like that, baby; don't stop!" After another few moments, I came for the second time, coming down onto my knees with my hands on his thighs as I failed to keep completely quiet this time around.

Gasping for breath, I began moving my hips once I recovered, "Aren't you close? You've been going for a while now."

I sensed Gaara move back slightly, likely resting on his elbows so he could watch me ride him, "It won't be long now."

I suddenly had the urge to see his face, so I slid him out of me, turned around, and then came back down on him, squatting as I leaned back a bit so I had better control of my own movements. Teal eyes studied my body and face, and I could tell he was getting close by how he was twitching and growing within me. So, I focused extra hard on doing it just how he likes it, eager to make him swoon like he does me.

"A-Ah, I want to see it."

I focused back in a few moments later when he broke the silence. His eyes were focused on where our bodies were connected, and I somehow knew what he meant. So, I didn't stop him when he sat up, guiding me onto my back and pressing my legs apart so he could thrust into me a few more times before pulling out so barely a centimeter was between us. When he climaxed, it felt different because of where he was.

My face had to have been bright red, but he was so focused and aroused that it didn't matter.

After catching his breath, he lifted his gaze to mine, lips slightly parted, before pressing himself inside again. My back arched as he came down on top of me to kiss my chest, finally undressing me the rest of the way and tossing my clothes off the side of the bed,

"I-I thought you were done!"

He moaned, somehow already hard again inside me, "I can't get enough of you." Long fingers traveled up my back to tangle in my damp hair, his hips hitting mine more roughly than before as he moved. A cry left my lips, my back arching, and I clung to Gaara's shoulders for dear life as he did it like he hadn't in the past.

His breath hit my ear and neck with each thrust, a word or two of adoration occasionally coming from his gritted teeth. As my third climax of the night grew, I fumbled to wrap my arms around him, nails digging into his back unintentionally. It was as though his desperation was contagious because I found myself begging for more, for him to go harder, deeper.

Something akin to a growl rumbled his chest, his hands were around my ankles, and he pressed them to the bed near my head. This is it. This is the deepest he's ever been. Our gazes met, and we shared a look of drunken understanding that this felt incredible.

We both climaxed within the next few minutes, leaving us sweaty, exhausted, and completely satisfied. I don't recall properly getting under the covers before falling asleep.

All I remember is hearing Gaara's breathy voice tell me that he loves me.