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The last trial was a hard one. In just one day you had lost three classmates, and all you wanted to do was hide in your cottage. You couldn't even really cry anymore, everything was just starting to feel numb. The fact that you were getting used to this, that it was normal for you now, it was horrible. It hurt.
You’re startled by someone knocking at your door. It’s still early in the evening, so it isn't odd to have a visitor at this time. But after that trial, you can't imagine anyone is just looking to hang out. Regardless, you drag yourself to the front door and pull it open.
“Oh. Hi, Hinata-san.”
He blinks at you for a moment, like he is surprised you even opened the door, “Hey.” He clears his throat, “Are you...holding up okay?”
You shrug, “As okay as always I suppose. It...hasn’t gotten any easier.”
Hinata rubs the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes, “Yeah...yeah, same here.”
“Did you want to come in?” You ask, “Is there something you need?”
Hinata takes a half step into the room, but seems to panic and change his mind. He swallows, “No, I’m uh...I just wanted to...ask something?”
“Yes?”
“Oh god- this is...this was a terrible idea. I can’t fucking believe-” He laughs bitterly, “People are dead and I’m...fuck…”
You reach out and grab his wrist, trying to help calm him down, “Hinata-san...what’s happening?”
“I just...I-” His brow creases, expression pained as he tries to find the words, “-before everything goes to shit even more...I just want”
Your heart is racing, he is still just dithering in your doorway, one foot inside and one foot out. Like he isn't sure whether he wants to come in or turn on his heel and dash back to his own cottage. Your voice is shaky when you whisper, “Hinata-san…”
His eyes meet yours, wide and unblinking.
“What do you want?”
Hinata makes a sound that almost sounds like he is choking, and then he breathes, “This.”
His lips slam into yours, hot, firm and assured. So unlike Hinata, but so much like him at the same time. You moan into his mouth, clutching at the front of his shirt, tugging him the last foot inside. Hinata kicks the front door closed and spins the both of you around, pressing you firmly up against the closed door as his tongue traces your lower lip. Your mouth opens under him, craving his taste, his warmth, his everything. Hinata groans when your tongue meets his, tangling and licking with an unparalleled desperation. Then, he pushes his knee in between your thighs and you choke on a gasp when it presses against your aching sex.
The noise awakens something in Hinata, and he pulls away. Breath laboured and hands shaking.
“I shouldn’t have done that…” He says, horrified with himself.
“Hinata-”
“-Fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, i just-”
“Hinata!-”
He runs a hand through his hair, laughing nervously, “I can’t believe I did that, I’m better than this, i swear I am, I just-”
“Hajime!” Your use of his first name makes him freeze, any further words dying on his lips. You give him a calm smile, trying to calm your own racing nerves, “Hajime. I wanted it too.”
The room goes deathly quiet, the only sounds you can hear are Hinata’s heavy breathing and your own rapid heartbeat. There’s something almost suffocating about your feelings finally becoming tangible, it feels like you're dangling on the edge of a precipice and just waiting for him to catch you.
Hinata swallows, voice breaking when he whispers, “Are you sure?”
You take a step towards him, curling your arm around the back of his neck, his hazel eyes burn into yours when you reply, “Completely.”
Hinata’s breath hitches, and his lips meet yours again, gentler, but no less desperate. One of his hands clutches tightly at your waist and the other digs into your hair. He clings to you like he is afraid you will turn to mist in his arms, his lips are soft and his body is warm. He surrounds you completely, his warmth, his scent. You moan breathlessly into his mouth, gently tracing your tongue against his upper teeth, hands slowly slipping down to his shoulders.
You have trouble getting his tie undone, Hinata chuckles and loosens it just enough that you can tug it over his head. He looks nice with his shirt half unbuttoned and cheeks flushed, he looks nice in general. Hinata cracks a smile before pressing his soft lips back against yours, and your hands jump up to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. His skin is so warm, he radiates heat, radiates comfort. You haven't known Hinata very long, but something about him just feels safe, feels like home.
There is a little stumbling as the two of you maneuver your way back to the bed, when Hinata falls backward you climb into his lap, pressing your lips to his again, sighing happily at the feeling of him pressed against you so tightly, relishing in the little sound he makes when your tongue meets his.
“Ah-” he giggles against your lips when your hands run down the side of his torso, “Tickles a little, I'm sorry.”
You smile, turning your head to press a firm kiss to the side of his throat, “Don’t apologise, it’s cute.”
“Oh...I...Thank you.” He shivers when you suck at the join between his neck and shoulder, “You’re cute...also...as well- i mean, I- oh... fuck… ” he loses himself as your hand drifts down to his thigh, rubbing encouraging circles over his jeans.
“Is this okay?”
He nods stiffly, swallowing audibly, “Ye-Yeah...If you want to.”
You tangle your fingers in his hair, marveling at how gorgeous he looks like this, with his hair mussed and cheeks bright red, “I do want to.”
Hinata chokes a little, despite all evidence to the contrary, it seems like he still doesn't quite believe that this is happening. He scoots back a little on the bed, just enough that you can climb up after him and straddle his waist. You press your palms against his large chest, humming appreciatively at the warmth of his skin.
“You’re really pretty…” He says, a nervous smile playing at his lips, “Uh, you probably already know that- I think I already...said that? Did I?”
You giggle, “And you’re very handsome.”
Hinata’s ears turn red, and he averts his eyes, “Thank you...I’m uh- I’m not very good at this. I’m not good at talking generally, but I'm especially bad at it right now.” he laughs shakily, “You make it hard for me to focus, everything about you just...” He gently rests one of his hands on your thigh and squeezes, “You’re all I can think about…”
That makes your cheeks warm this time. You can tell Hinata isn't exactly trying to be romantic, he’s just saying what he is thinking. Though it just so happens what he is thinking makes your heart race in your chest.
“Could I take your shirt off?” Hinata asks, averting his eyes and giving you an awkward smile, “I’m starting to get a little...I dunno-” he swallows, “-I just think we should both have our shirts off, you know?”
“Oh. Sure.” You say, feeling hot anxiety racing through your veins. Hinata looks a lot nicer with his shirt off, you have decided, more toned than you would have expected. You are worried that it will be much different in your case, that you generally look better with your clothes on.
“You don’t have to!” Hinata says quickly, sensing your nerves.
You giggle a little, “No, it’s okay! I want to, I just don't want to disappoint you…”
His face turns serious, it’s the same expression you see him make when he refutes an argument in the trial room, “You won't disappoint me. You could never disappoint me.”
There’s a deep thumping in your chest at his words, slow and syrupy. You exhale gently, and then pull your shirt up over your head, reaching backward and unclasping your bra before you can think better of it.
Hinata makes a choked sound. Hazel eyes blown wide as he looks up at you.
“Hey! Don’t stare!”
He clears his throat, “Sorry...I-” he smiles at you, running an awkward hand through his hair, “-You’re gorgeous…”
You kiss him. It feels like you have to. A shocked noise escapes his lips and he stiffens a little but quickly melts into the kiss. His hands are large and warm on your bare torso, holding tightly at your waist as you kiss him more and more desperately. His tongue meets yours again and you moan, burying one hand in his hair as you let yourself grind down on him. Just a little.
“Oh... fuck… ” He hisses against your mouth, hips stuttering up to meet yours. Your forwardness seems to give him some confidence, as one of his hands slowly drags up the length of your torso and cups one of your breasts. His palm brushes across your hardened nipple and you groan, warmth burning in your chest when he does it again.
“Hajime.” You breathe, trying to catch your breath after breaking the feverish kiss, “Suck on them. Please .”
Hinata chokes on a groan, sitting himself up just enough that he is face to face with your breasts. One hand curling around your upper back, the other gently squeezing your left breast. His eyes meet yours, half lidded and dilated as he leans in and wraps his lips around your nipple. Your breath hitches, back arching when the warmth encases you, and Hinata’s eyes flutter closed. His grip on you grows tighters, his hand massaging your other breast as he sucks and licks on your nipple, moaning gently around you.
It feels amazing, your breath grows shaky, fingers digging into his thick hair. A series of breathy moans escape your mouth at the tingling warmth that zips its way down between your thighs. He darts his tongue out, and circles your nipple once, you gasp and rock your hips against his. Craving the friction.
You feel Hinata’s hips buck up re-actively and he groans, releasing your nipple with a pop. His eyes are blown wide when they meet yours, and you can see his adam’s apple bob before he breathes, “Are you sure you want to keep going?” his voice is shaky, and he reaches up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “If you keep...grinding on me...like that, I don't know if I’ll be able to stop…”
“It’s okay…” You whisper nervously, grabbing him by the wrist and gently bringing his hand down the length of your torso before inching just the tips of his fingers under the waistband of your jeans, “I don’t want you to stop.”
His eyes flit back and forth between your eyes and where his hand rests, chewing on his lower lip, deliberating, “Tell me if I do a bad job, okay?” he laughs a little, bringing down his other hand and undoing your jeans, “I’ve only done this a few times.”
You nod shakily as his hand slips down the rest of the way, breath hitching when you feel his finger brush your clit. Hinata sucks in a breath, drawing slow, nervous circles around you. His eyes trained on your face, watching the way your teeth sink into your lower lip. Then, he grows bolder, slipping his fingers down further, thumb replacing their place on your clit and then, finally finally pressing one of those fingers inside of you.
He gasps as his finger sinks into the second knuckle, licking his lower lip, “You’re...so wet .”
“I...I am…” You whine, hips wiggling as his finger starts pumping, “It feels good, Hajime…”
“I’m sorry- I just…” he buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily all while his fingers pump in and out, “I want to be inside of you, so badly…” his lips press against the side of your throat, and his thumb circles your clit again, “After everything, all that has already happened I just-” he makes a noise that is almost a sob, “I want one thing to go right. I want us to go right.”
“Hajime…” You whisper, taking his head in your hands and tilting his face up to meet your eyes, “Let’s make it right then, okay?” you press a kiss to his forehead, “I want you too.”
“Okay…” Hinata laughs nervously, “ Okay! Do you...mind if I'm on top? Would that be alright?”
Your heart starts racing again at the thought of him above you, “That would be perfect…”
He grabs you gently by the shoulders and rolls the two of you over, pressing a hot kiss to your navel before grabbing your jeans by the waistband and slowly tugging them down your thighs. He sucks in a breath, and lets out a little giggle, “Your panties are cute.”
You can feel your cheeks burning, “Are they?”
“Yeah…” you can feel him tracing along the elastic waistband, “Little strawberries…”
“I’m glad you like them…”
Hinata looks up at you, hand still warm on your lower belly, “I should take my pants off too, yeah?”
You laugh a little, he’s so cute, “It won't work if you don't.”
His brow furrows a little, but he’s still smiling at you, “Don’t tease me, I know I’m no good at this.” He starts shuffling out of his pants, they get a little tangled at his ankles and it isn't very graceful when he has to shake them off, “Shit...fuck...I…” he finally manages to kick them off into the corner of the room, “Of all times for that to happen…”
“You’re adorable.” You say almost reflexively, watching him fumble around only makes your heart turn warm, makes you want to kiss him again. It’s impossible not to be comfortable with him.
Hinata’s ears turn red, and he runs a hand through his hair. He probably doesn't realise it, but he looks gorgeous standing there with nothing but his tented boxer briefs. Chest rising and falling with his heavy breath before he whispers, “And you’re stunning...I hope i don’t screw this up…”
You sit up straight enough that you can grab him by the wrist, tugging him right to the end of the bed, “You won’t. Go on, I trust you."
He bites his lip, and tugs his underwear down just enough that his cock is freed. You only grow hungrier, lifting your hips up to help as he grabs your panties and tugs them down over your thighs. Hinata is shaking, and he crawls up onto the bed with you, kneeling between your open legs.
“Tell me you want me.” He whispers shakily, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, head pressing against your soaking entrance, “I want to hear it, please.”
“Hajime…” You reply, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. Whimpering at the feeling of him against you, “I want you.” Hinata groans, inching himself inside of you. Your breath catches, but you manage to continue, “I want all of you.”
His face breaks out in a smile like the sun, and he is the whole way in, “You have me.”
A moan breaks loose of your mouth when he starts to move, Hinata leans down and presses his forehead to yours, both of your moans tangling together as he thrusts in and out of you. You like hearing him, the little noises that escape him, his breathing, his whimpers.
“Hajime, faster. Please”
You can feel him twitch inside of you. The sound of you moaning his first name, the way you are begging him for more. You can see his brows pull taught and then he rasps, “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure...I... hng .” He hits a different angle, and you lose your voice in a moan.
Hinata presses a firm kiss to the cut of your jaw before leaning up and sitting back on his heels, “You…” His eyes trace down the length of your body, paying special attention to the way your breasts bounce with his careful thrusts, “You’re so gorgeous…”
“Fuck me, Hajime.”
He stops moving for a second, reeling from your desperate plea, but very quickly recovers. His confidence resurfaces and he makes a noise almost like a snarl when he grabs both your thighs, the calloused pads of his fingers dig in so hard that you expect it to bruise. You want it to bruise. Hinata groans and pants above you, baring his teeth as he tries not to make a noise loud enough that someone else might hear. His already messy hair is sticking up at every angle and a bead of sweat runs down from his temple.
The sunset streams in through the gaps in your blinds, catching on Hinata’s tanned skin, the thin sheen of sweat makes it look like he is shimmering golden. His mouth falls open in a moan that he can't hold back, the sounds vibrating through his chest as one of his hands moves from your thigh to your clit, moving in fast and loose circles. Messy, but just enough to bring you to the edge.
“I...I’m going to…”
Hinata grunts, sucking hard on the side of your throat before groaning, “Cum for me...please...for me...please please please-”
Then. You shatter. Back arching up towards the ceiling as the warmth in your belly blooms out across the rest of your skin, tingling all the way to your fingertips and turning your vision white. Hinata near sobs at the feeling of you clenching around him, panting your name over and over as his thrusts grow looser, as he loses his rhythm, and then with a perfect moan, he reaches his peak too.
He turns boneless against you, his breath turning slow as he starts to come down from his high. You sigh happily, tangling your fingers in his hair, tracing slowly circles on his scalp.
For all the horrible things that have happened on this island. At least the two of you had this.