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🗓️ 1 day after | Wednesday | February 22, 200X
The streets glittered with lights that spilled through the darkness of night, lighting the city like rows of stars falling out of the sky. Madara briefly noticed the glowing signs above the bookstores, coffee shops, and restaurants, but his complete focus was on the road.
Madara swiftly pulled into the parking lot. He had rushed to Haruko's workplace in response to a call from her concerned coworkers. They had used Haruko's phone to contact him, fearing that it might be risky for her to take a taxi in her stage of intoxication. One of her compeers was celebrating her 21st birthday, and the three of them had only wanted to enjoy some quality trice together after completing their workday.
22:30 | Haruko's enterprise
"It's for you, Haruko. Someone's here to see you," a colleague informed her at the birthday party.
Haruko was dressed in a red shirt, a snug black pencil skirt, and flesh-colored stockings. It was a similar outfit she had worn at Madara's division previously. Completing her look was a pair of Louboutin shoes on her feet.
Madara wore his hair in a ponytail, a black open-collar shirt, and black jeans.
"Oh, Madara. Hi, baby, I missed you!" Haruko cheered, attempting to stand but ending up back on the sofa.
"God, you can barely stand on your feet," Madara remarked, his expression puzzled.
"Who's the handsome man?" a workmate inquired, leaning closer to Haruko's face.
"Hmm? It's, uh... is my, uh... Oh! Never mind. I'm not thinking straight," Haruko chirped.
An office mate chimed in, "You have a fervid boyfriend. What a catch you have."
"Don't be jealous, chick," Haruko replied, waving her finger around her face. She tried to rise again, and Madara was close enough to catch her as she stumbled. Madara scanned her with an icy gawp as she swayed, slurring her words.
"Ow! Fuck these heels! Beauty is pain, as they say." Haruko cursed, eying at Uchiha. "Hey, Madara, are you my fella or my lover?" She dared to ask it and let out a high-pitched giggle, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Hahaha..." *hiccup* "I have no measure of alcohol," she giggled, her lips curved in a sly smirk, revealing her tipsyness.
"I can see that. In that boozing degree, you're extremely vulnerable. How much did you drink?" Madara inquired, glancing at the table littered with empty whisky and wine bottles.
"I can't remember," Haruko stammered.
"Don't put yourself at such risk, Haruko," Madara admitted as he gathered her into his arms and headed towards the exit. Haruko cackled naughtily. "Oh, come on! Don't be so stuffy, man!"
Haruko grasped Madara's hands tightly, her pulse beating faster as she admired their strength. A sultry smirk curled across her hems as she thought of their shared amorous nights. Uchiha's face was a mask of stoic indifference, but his heartbeat quickened as Haruko grazed her fingertips along his bicep.
"Oh, baby! You have such strong hands. I love squeezing them when we have hardcore sex," Haruko commented, observing Madara with a teasing smile. Her green eyes sparkled as she bit her brims.
Uchiha furrowed his brows and sighed. "Haruko...," he said, but she wasn't listening. Her colleagues sniggered knowingly in the background.
"Oh my. That's so furious! When she's sober, you can't get anything out of her about her personal life. Haruko, the ribald gal!" one of them remarked.
"Did she say anything else?" Madara questioned them.
"Not really, mister sexy policeman. Just this one... haha," they replied, starting to laugh.
"Your porn tail certainly makes you dazzling," she purred with a mischievous grin. "What did I say? Holy shit, my playful soul... haha. I meant a ponytail, baby."
Madara's eyes narrowed, his voice low and biting. "Don't embarrass yourself, babe," he muttered, glaring at Haruko.
"What did I say wrong? You ought to be proud of your fucking skills; you're good at it." Haruko closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring Madara's scent of leather and cologne. "You smell so delicious. I'd eat you up." She nuzzled against his scruff. "My hickey remains visible on your nape. Are you okay with another one?" After feeling her kiss his neck and bite it faintly, Madara released a long respire...Despite all the muddy thoughts running through his brain, Haruko's margins were his favorite when they were on him.
"You're always at my mercy, Mr. Uchiha perv." Her words spilled out in a drunken slur, and she leaned heavily on him, smelling like a mixture of wine and something juicy. "Your big d-... Mph..."
"Hush, babe..." Madara leaned down and silenced her with a kiss. Haruko's gasp tasted of alcohol with a slight sweetness, suggesting she had been drinking wine mixed with other beverages. A faint blush coated her cheeks, making her appear just as alluring as ever. The taste of alcohol mingled with sugariness on her wheeze as they kissed, the scent filling him until he felt intoxicated himself. Haruko's tongue danced along his teeth as he explored every inch of her mouth. Haruko's face was flushed when they parted, her breath ragged with lust. It was clear to Madara that Haruko was drunk as a kite, but he couldn't deny how much he loved this side of her - wild and rampant. Madara didn't mind indulging her desires.
The two women's eyes shone with cat-like pleasure as they waved goodbye to them.
"Have a nice evening, you two! Tell us how it went tomorrow, Haruko!" The ladies shouted as Madara and Haruko left.
"Oh, my God!" Madara rolled his eyes as they exited the facility.
23:10 | Madara's home
I lowered Haruko into the bed.
"Drinking too much makes you naive, flirty, and easy to use." Trying to play with my shirt collar, she held one hand on my chest and one on my lap.
"What are you...?! Haruko...Stop..."
"Baby. I only want to be used by you..." She knew it turned me on to hear her talk like this.
"Mmm..." She kissed my cheek.
"Desist!" I mumbled, drawing apart.
"Why? You don't like fucking a drunk woman? Mmm, you're so striking and proper. What a cutie pie you are, Madara!"
"No, I don't. You should get some repose." She squeezed my slacks over my groin. I soughed. Her blouse was partially unbuttoned, and I could see the lace of her bra.
"Go on," She leered. "Unbutton the rest."
"I'm not going to sleep with you, Haruko."
"Why? Are you afraid? Uhh!? You're lying! I turned you on. Your dick is getting hard, isn't it?" I took her hand away from my crotch and grabbed her shoulder.
"Oh yes, Madara! Let me see your knack for taming, baby." She squealed and pushed me away, but she was smiling.
I put her down on the bed. "Haruko, you must snooze."
"I was expecting us to make love tonight." She pouted, and her face squirmed with anticipation. Her lips were slightly parted; I could see the tip of her tongue pluck at the moisture inside.
"Not in that state, honey."
"You're a baddie. Are you afraid you fall in love with me?" She giggled and lay back defiant the pillows.
I peered into her eyes while hovering over her body. Her breasts rose and fell under me. I readjusted my position so that my leg was between hers and my knee had a resting place. She tilted her head back, exposing the delicate flesh of her neck.
"That's it." She tried to laugh but ended up yawning, making her look angelic. "I'm such a good lay." Haruko undid the rest of the buttons, slipped her blouse off her shoulders, and unhooked her brassiere.
"You're a drunk lay. I'm not as dreadful as you think."
"You're badest." She licked the tip of my nose. "Afraid, afraid."
"Put an end to it! Sex is better when you are sober, so I won't fuck you while you're trashed."
"Oh, bawdy lad," she whispered. Now, Haruko tried to pull herself together.
"You're rogue." She laughed loudly.
Her eyes blazed, and so did mine. She tightened my fingers on my wrists and pushed herself up until we were at eye level. "Is that all I am to you? Just another fuck-buddy?"
Her build felt like lead as she drank herself to oblivion, her vision blurring and spinning like a buzzed reveler.
"Oh God..." Hiccup. "I'm getting dizzy." She closed her eyes, ashamed of herself for her weakness. Her limbs felt heavy and numb.
My heart burned with emotion as I shook my head firmly. "No. You're not just one thing, Haruko. You are everything to me, and I —...I love you."
I wanted to say those words, even if she forgot them. Because I didn't want her to think it was only about intercourse. I didn't want to make her feel she was only an object.
She needed not to feel that her value to me was based solely on how she could satisfy me in bed.
It made me wonder what she would think when she woke up tomorrow and didn't remember anything I spoke. Despite being a drunk mess, she was forever my drunken mess.
Saying the truth wouldn't make things better for either of us when she woke up and found us gone. There's a new us.
I slid off her shape and lay on my side, observing her.
"Hmm... Where did I put my nightie? Huh?" She rummaged through the piles of crumpled bedsheets.
"What was that, baby?" She called out, hoping I would repeat myself. "I'm sorry, I can't think straight," Haruko shared apologetically.
"Nothing important," I replied. "You should try to take a nap."
She'll forget everything tomorrow. A wave of relief washed over me at her words. It may be best if she didn't remember tonight's confession.
With a heavy sniff, she gave up on finding her nightie and sprawled on the bed. She was still clad in her clothes, but everything was exposed, including her bra, which hung loosely and barely covered her breasts.
She grabbed my wrist and uttered my name in a dreamy purl.
"You're truly exceptional, Madara. You are my wish come true." She hugged me tightly and snored softly against my chest. How Haruko embraced me, tossed her leg over my hip, and held her pelvis against mine only made things worse...My husk tingled from her heat. I sense her intense air on my bosom. I was frozen. It felt so good. I couldn't think anymore.
I was surprised, but her breath's warmth and scent were magical. All the blood had left my brain to fill another part of me. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest.
Snoring lightly, she smelled so good I couldn't resist. I gently stroke her hair. She moaned.
"You drunk yourself silly... And yet you can't fall asleep. You're so restless." I put one hand over her back and the other on her thigh. Her form was warm and cozy.
Haruko enthralls me with her presence, and I can no longer control myself around her. While I resist her call desperately, flaring greed fills my veins. If I act fast, it may be possible to contain this overwhelming need.
My gaze is glued to her delicate lips, longing to experience their tenderness. I can't keep my hands off her even though I know she's not in the right frame of wit.
My fingers slowly stroke her neck and jaw, sensing every nuance of her soft rind beneath them. My hand slides down her cheek, savoring her warmth.
In the moments that pass, I become more and more enamored of her, and I can't withstand the intensity of my passion for this missus. I'm too aroused. As I take in her body, sizzling heat rushes through my veins, filling me with an unquenchable ardor.
My heart races. Lifting Haruko's skirt, I let my fingers trace the curve of her thigh.
At every turn of my gaze, my hunger for her grows. I demand her. She's breathing quietly. Watching her catnap is what I'm doing. She's so gorgeous. She's lying there, resembling an angel. I look at her, and her expression is filled with pleasure. Haruko's soft moan makes me more aroused. She's not only attractive but also a tease. She's seductive and provocative. The way she moves her body and her voice...They're so erotic and sexy. Her movements are sensual.
My fingertips stroke her full thighs, the warmth of her skin captivating me. I'm caressing her. Her tegument is so smooth. Her breasts are so big. Her nipples are firm. She's breathtaking. I want Haruko so bad. I'm so turned on. I want to relish her.
My mouth is watering. I'm licking my rims. I covet to taste her.
My dick is throbbing. I perceive electric sensations coursing through my embodiment due to my arousal. Her lips part as if in anticipation, and my heart pounds with a frenzy so intense it takes my breath away. I can't resist this urge to possess her. My feelings for her are real. I'm in love. I'm utterly infatuated with her. I don't think I can handle myself anymore.
My addiction to her is like a drug that I cannot stop taking. Every day, I become more dependent on her. She's a temptation I cannot refuse.
There is a fiery thirst raging within me. Haruko is the only one who can turn me into this wild animal desperate for sex, lust, and satisfaction.
My head is spinning, my cells sizzling with anticipation as I move my hand down her arm. Every touch of her pelt sets off an electric shock that sparks a carnal hunger within me. I can feel her muscles. Only she can give me what I'm addicted to. I'm not ashamed of this. I'm a pervert, but not a rapist. I'm going to give her a good pounding. I wish I could fuck her right now... I've lost it. I need to let it out. I'm in a state of madness.
My reasoning is a mess.
My whole trunk is tingling. I'm so horny and excited.
My desire for her overwhelmed me. Here and now, I've got to fuck her...This is not right. Haruko is sloshed. I should calm down. But it's too late. I already had the urge. I'm just a deviant. I'm going crazy. My lust for her is beyond me. I have to stop this. But the one way to do so is to fuck her more often. Shit! I can't do this... I shouldn't take advantage of her...I'm not supposed to do that. But I can't help myself. She's irresistible, overpowering my restraint. She's a beauty. A very gorgeous one. She's also a luscious babe. I was thinking about her. I was also thinking about myself. The girl is drunk as hell, but she's so adorable. While boozed up, she won't remember anything. Am I trying to say that I should yield to my weaknesses? Maybe I should...But then again, it's a bad idea...Hell, I'm ridiculous. I usually take what I want, but not in this scenario...
I took a vast exhale to calm down my flood of thoughts.
As I snorted and kissed her forehead, I got out of her embrace. "Goodnight, Haruko." She is enjoying a peaceful slumber.
Madara's composure was hanging by a thread, but he summoned the willpower to stifle his impulses.
23:32 | Bathroom
I went to the bathroom. The warm water was falling on my head, relaxing my nerves. From this bewitching damsel, I immediately got a boner. I want her to be the one making me cum. My hand was pressed to the wall while I was jerking myself off.
"Ughhh..." It was good but not good enough. I panted. I imagined myself on top of her and thrusting into her moist pussy. My cock is aching as I recall the sensation of her hot, tight cave. I can't stand the pleasure. I was groaning and respiring desperately. She makes my whole body ache; my eyes are blurry. I can't believe I've nearly crossed the line... I'm going bonkers... I can only be stirred up and fulfilled by her. It got me all pumped up to see Haruko sucking me alone. Her mouth, her tongue, her entrance, my imagination is flooded with dirty pictures of her at the moment. I'm just a guy in the middle of a wild fantasy and can't get enough of it.
Her muff is so slick and gets even wetter as she gets closer to cumming; it's so delightful when she orgasms. She jolts with it, fuck, it's fun remembering these sensations.
I'm so fervent right now just thinking about all of it. My dick is throbbing so hard. I want to stick my shaft and fuck her until she screams. I huffed and arched my brows. I've been in agony; I was craving her. Not even my ex has ever made me feel this way before. Until I met her, my dream girl.
"Ugh!" I let out a growl. I'm close. I can feel the heat flaming in my loin. I can't stop picturing her moaning and begging me to fuck her. "Damn it."
Ah, ~ fuck! I hissed. My hand tightened around the shaft and began moving back and forth faster. My balls pulled up tight, and I sensed myself ready to erupt. I clenched my jaw as the warmth spread from my loin to my chest. My anatomy tensed up as I tried to hold off a little longer, but my cock had other plans and began spilling my load all over the place.
My body shuddered as I pumped a few thick, hot ropes of cum against the wall. It made a soggy sound resistant to the shower tiles, starkly contrasting the warm water that continued beating down on me. I pumped and milked my rod until I was empty, and my shape felt weak. I closed my eyes and inhaled. There was a pulsation in my cock, and I was exhaling severely. My heart is pounding nonstop. It was a wave of relief, but I did not feel that relieved. I was so tired. My dick is perpetually twitching. My hand glides down the shower wall after I climax. I throw my head back and brush the hair away.
It was one hell of an orgasm. But I was unchangingly horny. The thoughts were persistently swirling through my head, sinking into me like the warm water that soaked into my derma. The last spurts of my cum washed away. I stood under the water. It was calm now. "Mmm," I grunted softly and shivered.
My head is buzzing. I can't fight my thoughts and inclinations. For the first time, I feel so unhinged... Due to my sexual unbridledness, I felt as if I were a slave. It's fucking with my head. I feel like I can't escape them. They're all I can think about.
My eyes were shut tight, and my eyebrows pinched. I let out a shaky huff.
I just came, and I'm already thinking about the next round. I'm so revved up, it hurts. My cock is so sensitive; every touch is too much. I'm panting.
I turned off the water and got out, wrapping myself in a towel. I headed for the living room and caught my reflection in the full-length mirror.
My eyes went right to the scratches she did to me while we were fucking. It looked pretty damn good. I grinned, thinking of how it felt to be in her. To fuck her. The sounds of her wails were endlessly echoing in my head. I had three long, red lines down my back from where she clawed at me as she came, and I felt the smile curl onto my borders as I relived the moment. I could see her nails embedded into the skin of my thighs and a slight hint of a bite mark on my arm.
The sex with her was the best I had ever had. It was like nothing else to feel her figure under mine, the way her cunt wrapped around me, and her lips and nails dug into my flesh... it was incredible. They were deep and bright red against my flushed integument. I ran my hand over them and hissed when I applied pressure. Her nails were short, but it only took a millimeter or two to hurt. I ran my fingers over the long, thin marks. They made me smile, but they were fading. I turned slightly and saw that the bite mark on my hairline was dark red and had bruising around it. The bite she left on me last night had almost disappeared. Damn. Haruko is so fucking stormy when she is being a little whore for me. She did a number on me. I smirked at my reflection and shook my head. That's nothing compared to what I did to her. I can everlastingly hear her screaming my name.
00:15
I went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water and some aspirin. I returned to our bedroom and put the tumbler of water next to her pillow. Then I got under the cover. I took her blanket and tucked her in. I kissed her forehead. Haruko breathed deeply, soundly dormant. Her long black hair spilled over the pad, and her face was peaceful. Her complete gobs were parted. She's someone I can keep forever. I lay down next to her. She turned her back in opposition to me. I spooned her. She felt so good in my arms. I kissed her ear.
I declared my love for Haruko, the lassie who had captured my heart. I let out a deep puff, feeling the moment's gravity pressing on me. Even though I knew she would likely forget everything by morning, I needed to convey my emotions. Her attendance had an inexplicable hold on me, unlike anything I had ever experienced. Her voice vibrated around inside me.
It makes me fall in love with someone who can make me laugh and smile when I hear her voice or see her face. I feel important just by being in her appearance.
I guess it's pretty straightforward: looks, sex, and clincher. All are necessary for love to exist.
I genuinely cared about her and longed to play a more significant role in her life. My deepest penchant was to unravel every facet of her existence, even those hidden secrets that made her cheeks rosy. So, why had I not confessed these feelings earlier? I may not have felt like it was the right time. Given her inebriated condition, it wasn't the ideal excuse, but who knows?
In the morning | Thursday | February 23, 200X
10:00
I woke up first. Haruko was steadily snoring. I can't believe we slept together without having sex.
I carefully got up, trying not to wake her, and quietly left.
10:30
My head pounded. I groaned as I glanced around the room. Clothes lay scattered on the floor. Panic gripped me. Did we...—? I sat up abruptly, wincing at the throbbing headache. My body felt leaden. I touched my isthmus and then my stomach. Thank goodness there are no hickeys. A wave of relief washed over me. So... we didn't do it?
I scanned the space on the bed beside me. Where was Madara? I climbed out of bed carefully, my head continuously throbbing. On the nightstand, there was a beaker of water and aspirin. He must have set it up for me last night. I grabbed the glass and swallowed the pill, draining it in one go. I glimpsed down at myself.
"God, what the hell?" My bra was on my collar, my shirt was across my shoulders, and my skirt was up. I'm in total disgrace. I quickly threw everything off and put on my robe.
In the kitchen, I found him.
"Hey..."
"Oh, good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted with a warm smile.
"Morning." I moved to the sink, washing the glass. He stood shirtless, wearing an apron and sweatpants. My heart raced; he appeared so attractive while cooking.
"Would you like some breakfast?"
"That sounds great."
"How about pancakes? I'm in the mood for them."
"That would be perfect."
"Good."
"Let me shower first, Madara."
"Okay." He smiled.
"Um, Hey, Haruko..." He stepped closer.
"Yes?"
"About last night..."
"Oh, yeah... Uh..."
"Yeah, you were completely wasted, Haruko."
"I was, wasn't I?"
"You were. But it's okay."
"Is it?"
"Yeah, it's fine. Besides, you didn't do anything horrible."
"Really? I didn't say anything weird?"
"No. You didn't. Except for talking to your coworkers about having sex with me."
Embarrassment flushed over me. "Oh, my God. I go off the rails when I'm crocked."
He chuckled, his fingers tracing my cheek. "Don't worry about it."
"That's a relief."
"Yeah, don't sweat it. It's all ready. I'll go change now, and we can eat those pancakes."
"Alright." Madara left the room.
8 min later | 10:45
I quickly showered because I would also be late for the job. I cooed, the haze of last night's party slowly lifting. "What did I do last night?" I wondered aloud.
"Hey, Madara," he returned with a towel slung over his shoulder. He was fully garbed in his police uniform, ready to head to his duty.
"What's on your mind?"
"Ummm... There's something I need to ask you."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Did we... You know...?"
"You mean, did we have sex?"
"Yeah. Did we?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Why would we? You were completely hammered. I wouldn't take advantage of you in that form."
"Oh... Thank you." If we were to be intimate while I'm inebriated, I wouldn't enjoy it as much. I prefer those moments of complete sobriety when I can fully relish the sensations Madara brings.
"No problem."
"Okay," I smiled, the fragments of last night's escapades gradually returning to me. I can't remember what happened last night... I was asking him something, and then I blacked out. But I'm relieved. I may have done something stupid. But, if we didn't make love, then it's alright.
Madara handed me a piece of pancake with a fork. "Here, try this."
I lifted my gape at him, quizzing, "You make it yourself?"
"Yes, sometimes I cook, but I often eat out. It's easier that way."
"Ahh," I ate the pancake. "It's good."
"I know, right?" He smiled.
"You should make these for me again."
"Sure. If you want, I can make this meal every day."
"Sounds like a plan," I grinned.
"Oh, by the way, Haruko..."
"Yeah?"
"How's your headache?"
"Not too crummy."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"That's good. If it gets worse, tell me."
"Okay."
"Is there really nothing you remember from last night?" He queried.
"Uhhh... No."
"Alright."
"Was I saying something weird?"
"No, it's not that."
"What is it, then? You can tell me, Madara."
"Well...Are you sure?"
"Yup."
"Alright then...You were trying to seduce me because you have such an air of perversion when you're not yourself and much more slackened up."
"Hm? Really? Omg. My groggy marbles... I'm sorry, baby. You had a tough gest holding back your urges, steamy fellow." I hugged him tightly. "But anyway, it's always my pleasure to make you feel good... Maybe there's something else you haven't told me?" My eyes were fixed on him.
He embraced me back and kissed me ardently. "No, let's eat, Haruko," he announced, redirecting our attention to breakfast.
11:00
After savoring their brunch, they lounged on the sofa before departing.
"How's your head now?" I asked her.
"It's still hurting," she replied. "Come here." Haruko leaned beside me. "Do you want to rest on my lap?"
"Yeah," she stated. "I'll rub your head." She put her head on my thigh and closed her eyes. I gently massaged her temples.
"Are you feeling better?" I inquired.
"Yeah, a little." My fingers moved through her hair. "Your hair silky, Haruko," I remarked. "It smells delicious." I continued to stroke her hair. Her face seemed relaxed.
"Your scarfskin is soft, too." My finger traced along her lips. "I could touch you forever." She closed her eyes as my hand moved to her throat and rested there. "You're a hottie girl."
"Thank you." Her hand trailed down my arm and rested on my hip. She hummed as I squeezed her thigh.
"Haruko..." I murmured, staring at her. "Do you have any idea what I'm thinking right now?"
She shook her head, curious about my thoughts. "I can only guess what you think of all sorts of nasty things, Mr. Perverted Uchiha," she teased, standing up and peeking into my eyes.
"That too, my dirty little angel..."
"Ouch..." She winced, her hand touching her head. "Sorry, I would gladly take care of your high libido as I usually do, Madara, but my head is aching. Wait for the night; I'll give you everything you want."
I smiled at her, brushed my nose against hers, and kissed her lightly on the yaps.
"It's all fine, babe. It is important to rest from such a hangover. Let's go; I'll ride you to your job."
"Yes, darling!" We both stood up, and she gave me a light peck on the cheek.
"Madara, you're so cuddly today, just adorable. Has something changed, or is it my impression?"
I grinned at her, responding with a wink, "It's all in your perception, Haruko." I held onto her waist, and we left the house together.
