Chapter 52: Hinata [3] (18+)

Kael spotted her almost immediately.

Hinata stood pressed against the wall just a short distance from the group, half-hidden behind a thick wooden utility pole. The same shy retreat he had seen a hundred times in the anime. Whenever her emotions rose too high she disappeared behind the nearest cover like it could erase her presence. Her hands were clasped in front of her, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes fixed on the ground.

He left the others without another word and walked straight toward her.

Hinata looked up at the sound of footsteps. Her eyes widened.

"N-Naruto...?"

Kael did not give her time to step away. He closed the last meters, turned her by the shoulders, and pressed her front gently but firmly against the wall. The rough wood of the pole and the cool stone met her palms. Hinata’s breath caught.

"Naruto—what are you doing?"

He stepped in behind her until his chest met her back. One arm slid around her waist, holding her in place. The other braced against the wall beside her head. He shifted his hips forward and let the hard length of his cock press against the soft curve of her ass through their clothes.

Hinata froze.

"N-Naruto... please... not here..."

Kael rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, grinding the full ridge of his cock along the cleft of her ass. The fabric of her pants and his own created a warm, friction-heavy drag. Hinata’s fingers curled against the wall. A tiny, startled sound escaped her throat before she bit it back.

They were close enough to the others that any loud noise would carry. Kiba’s voice, Shino’s quiet replies, Sakura and Sasuke’s conversation—all of it floated only a short distance away. Hinata clearly felt the risk. Her entire body stayed rigid with the effort of staying silent.

Kael did not stop.

He settled into a steady rhythm, hips moving in long, grinding strokes. Each forward push dragged his cock firmly against her. The soft give of her ass made the pressure perfect. He kept one arm locked around her waist so she could not pull away, the other hand sliding down to rest on her hip and guide the motion. Every few thrusts he pressed harder, letting her feel exactly how hard he was.

"Naruto... ahh... someone will... see..." Her voice stayed low and shaky, barely above a whisper. "Please..."

He answered by rolling his hips in a tighter circle, grinding the head of his cock against the softest part of her. Hinata’s forehead dropped against the wall. A muffled moan slipped out before she could stop it. She pressed her lips together hard, trying to swallow every sound.

Minutes stretched.

Kael kept the same unhurried pace, dry-humping her against the wall while the distant conversation continued. The friction built steadily. Heat gathered between their bodies. Hinata’s breathing turned uneven. Every time he pushed forward a little harder she made a tiny, choked noise in the back of her throat and immediately tried to silence it. Her thighs pressed together. Her hips, almost against her will, began to shift back to meet him.

"N-Naruto... we can’t... ahh... not here..."

He leaned in until his mouth was close to her ear. "Stay quiet then."

The words made her shudder. He felt the tremor run through her and answered it with another firm grind. The soft fabric of her pants had grown warm from the constant rubbing. He could feel the shape of her clearly—the full curve of her ass, the way it yielded and then pushed back. His cock throbbed harder with every pass.

Hinata’s hands stayed flat against the wall, fingers spread. Her head turned slightly to the side so her cheek rested against the cool stone. Eyes closed. Lashes trembling. Every muffled "nn... ahh..." she failed to hold back only encouraged him to keep going.

He adjusted his grip, both hands now on her hips, and pulled her back onto each slow thrust. The dry friction had become intense. Pre-cum dampened the inside of his pants, adding a faint slickness to the grind. Hinata’s own breathing had grown ragged. Her protests lost most of their strength, turning into soft, broken pleas that no longer carried real resistance.

"Please... Naruto... ahh... someone will hear... uhh..."

He kept dry-humping her until the pressure at the base of his cock became impossible to ignore. The long, grinding rhythm had pushed him right to the edge. Kael reached down, opened his zipper just enough, and freed himself. The cool air lasted only a second before he pressed the bare, hot length of his cock against the seat of her pants again and resumed the same deep, rolling thrusts.

Hinata felt the difference immediately. Her whole body tensed.

"N-Naruto—wait—"

He held her tighter and ground against her harder, chasing the last stretch of pleasure. The soft fabric of her pants rubbed directly along the underside of his cock. The sensation was raw and perfect. Hinata’s muffled moans grew more frequent no matter how hard she tried to stay silent. Her forehead pressed harder against the wall.

Kael’s rhythm finally broke. He buried his face against the side of her neck, thrust forward one last time, and came.

Thick ropes of cum pulsed out against the fabric of her pants, soaking into the material in warm, visible streaks. He kept grinding through every spurt, smearing it across the curve of her ass until the last drop left him. Hinata stayed perfectly still except for the fine tremor running through her legs, breathing in short, shaky pulls of air.

Only when he finished did Kael step back half a pace and tuck himself away. Hinata remained facing the wall, cheeks burning, the wet evidence of what he had done darkening the seat of her pants.

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Mikoto Uchiha had stepped out of her house only a minute earlier with a short grocery list for Sasuke. The house sat close enough to the street that she noticed the familiar figure of Hinata Hyuga half-hidden behind the utility pole almost at once. She had been about to call out a greeting when Naruto appeared and walked straight toward the girl.

Mikoto stopped.

She watched Naruto turn Hinata to face the wall. She watched him step in behind her and begin to move his hips in a slow, unmistakable rhythm. The quiet street suddenly felt far too open. Mikoto stepped sideways into the deeper shadow of her own gate and stayed there, heart beating faster than she liked.

She could not look away.

Naruto’s arm stayed locked around Hinata’s waist. His hips rolled in steady, grinding circles. Hinata’s hands were flat against the wall, her head bowed, her body shifting slightly with every push. Even from a distance the motion was clear. Mikoto’s eyes widened. She had known the two of them for years. She had never seen anything like this.

The dry-humping continued far longer than she expected. Hinata’s soft, stifled sounds carried just far enough on the quiet air. Naruto never glanced around. He simply kept moving against the girl until, near the end, he opened his pants and finished directly onto the fabric of her clothes.

Mikoto stood frozen in the shadow of her gate, grocery list forgotten in her hand, staring at the scene she had never imagined she would witness.

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