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Hello, Readers!
Welcome to Kiss Me, Thrill Me, a brand-new fanfiction collection featuring only smut, lemons, and erotica.
This fanfic is only made up of Naruhina Smut One-shots, with sensual themes and content that ranges from fluffiness to kinkiness.
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Each one-shot's storyline, concept, and character characteristics are all original to me.
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The Naruhina One-shots fanfic I have published will be utterly different from this particular collection of one-shots.
This anthology of one-shots will only be about smut, not about plots.
The one-shots being featured will be written in the third person rather than the first.
The one-shots will be briefer and more straightforward.
The Naruhina oneshots you'll soon see will be a mix of canon storyline oneshots and AU storyline oneshots.
Tags will be provided to notify you prior to each story!
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Simply put, by writing this fanfic, I hope to practice structuring my writing, so generating a sufficient pace and flow throughout stories, enhancing my third-person writing abilities, and generating much shorter one-shots.
Additionally, I want to share many smut ideas with you all, so I'll be stuffing them all into this fanfic.
My original fanfiction for Naruhina Oneshots will continue to be updated in the future. I wish to upload some lengthy plots I have there. So I haven't forgotten about that fanfic!
I will, however, put a ton of tiny Naruhina one-shots here in the meantime.
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I originally came up with this idea during my long hiatus. I actually was inspired to create this fanfic by a writer/user named ⇒
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He composed tons of Naruhina Smut one-shots that were amazingly written and in the end, inspired me tons.
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An inside look at Naruto and Hinata's lives as they navigate the complex world of sexuality and grow more intimate than ever.
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Shameless Smut, NSFW, Smut, Kinky, Freaky, BDSM, Dom/Sub, Explicit Content, Fluff, Romance, Drama, Angst, Naruhina, Drabbles, Oneshots, PWP (Porn With Plot), Aesthetics, Mood Boards, OOC, Additional Tags Are To Be Added.
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•𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝: https://www.wattpad.com/story/336749779-kiss-me-thrill-me-naruhina
•𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫: https://www. /powerful-niya/717843866500415488/kiss-me-thrill-me?source=share
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Chapter 2: ❦Love Bites❦
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Kisses and Love Bites: a tangible illustration of adoration and affection. Naruto vows to cover Hinata Uzumaki, his beautiful wife, with every ounce of his love and appreciation—regardless of the time of day.
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Body Worship • Biting • Canon • Couple Appreciation • Dirty Talk • Grinding • Hickeys • Hugging • Husband/Wife • Kissing • Love Making • Love Appreciation • Morning Sex • NSFW • Pet Names • Riding • Romance • Scratching • Unprotected Sex • Vanilla • Vaginal Sex • Wholesome •
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Love Bites
The sun's rays and the soft brush of lips bumping gently against Hinata's were the two culprits that drew her out of her beauty slumber and brought her back to the beauty of her world.
Hinata awoke from her peaceful dream to what appeared to be another dream.
Her gleaming lavender eyes cast a glance back into eyes that resembled the clear, blue waves of the ocean.
Such blue eyes held so much depth inside them that gazing into them made her feel as if she were drowning in an endless stream.
Her entire face lit up as she looked into the eyes of her awakened husband, who currently lay next to her own, his body facing her.
Naruto smiled brightly at the sight of Hinata stirring awake, tossing and turning against the sheets causing their king-sized bed to creak loudly, almost exactly like it had the night before.
The creaks produced that night could be defined as a cacophony of noises caused by the couple's intimate activities of touching and loving on one another all night long, engaged in a love match to determine who truly loved one another more.
Nevertheless, like all the previous love matches they initiated, the two were left tied.
Now, as they both lie in a state of complete relaxation, they are comforted by the warmth of one another's bodies as well as their soft pillows and bed sheets.
The two are now fully refreshed and satisfied, not only from the glorious sleep they experienced but also from the intense lovemaking they enjoyed the previous night as well.
But even still, Naruto seemed to have something on his mind.
His blue eyes twinkled with delight as he gazed into the eyes of his midnight blue-haired lover, who lay naked as the day she was born alongside his own naked body, cuddling up against him like a stuffed teddy bear.
The white, thick bed sheets caressed her curvaceous body with care, pouring over her fair skin like water to give her a sense of security and comfort. But even still, such a bed wasn't even close to offering her the same sentiments that he does.
Naruto pulled his head forward, once more to place his lips gently on his woman.
But this time, instead of her lips, he kissed the bridge of Hinata's nose.
And because she was awake, she reacted by giggling.
"Mmm, good morning, beautiful." He huskily whispered, a sound he always seemed to emit early in the morning, just seconds after slumbering. It was a side of Naruto that Hinata found extremely seductive.
Tingly inducing, she must add.
His voice dropped an octave, almost purring at her, as he talked, a sound that only could be described as beautiful.
Heaven.
In the mornings, Hinata could undoubtedly declare that his voice was fairly similar to the sexy voice he emits during passionate moments.
Rich and sensuous.
Hearing such a husky mass of eroticism first thing in the morning was such a gift. She felt really fortunate.
"Mmm." Hinata groaned softly in delight, relishing in Naruto's affection and love affirmation.
She returned his grin enthusiastically, displaying her hooded eyes and delicate features, which nevertheless appeared drowsy, given how lazy they looked.
Naruto chuckled at such an adorable sight before him, "Heh, I must say Hinata-chan, being half-asleep is a very good look on you." Naruto teased with a cheeky grin.
Hinata giggled.
The midnight blue-haired woman gently pulled one finger forward to tap Naruto's nose, earning herself another chuckle from him.
"Good morning to you too, my love."
Naruto hummed, bringing one hand forth to run it up her figure, just over the blankets, "How did you sleep, hime?"
"Wonderful. So, so wonderful." Hinata practically purred, shimming closer to her husband until her chest pressed against his own, her head peering up at him within the sheets.
While she moved, she revealed to him the joy in her lavender orbs, the joy of being close to the love of her life.
Naruto couldn't help but chuckle, undoubtedly finding his wife to be quite adorable. His hand never left her side, in fact, it continuously traced her figure through the thick fabric of the blankets, feeling against her bare body.
"Ahh, that's good news. What about…" Naruto shifted his hand forth to grab the top of the blankets, just to give it a light yank downward.
He did so, to uncover Hinata, just so he could swoop one large hand forth to place it along her bare thigh. He gave it a passionate rub.
Hinata groaned, responding positively to his warm touch. Her entire body warmed up simply from her husband's touch, despite the fact that the bed covers were no longer covering her.
Naruto carefully caressed her soft, supple skin, his blue eyes taking in the love bites he left on her thighs as a remembrance of their fun night.
Red, rosy, bite marks.
Some marks were a combination of blue and black, blended together to form an entirely new color, much like paint on a canvas.
Such bite marks developed in small snips where his teeth's markings were barely visible, leaving just multicolored impressions.
But, other parts of her body, such as the imprint of his sharp canines and molars, were clearly visible.
Such gorgeous pale skin now marred by his presence. Marred by his love.
With his hand lightly skimming over one of the harsher bite wounds he left on Hinata, Naruto tilted his blonde head against the pillows.
"How do you feel, considering…?"
"Sore." Hinata responded simply. She knew what he was hinting at.
The midnight blue-haired woman gave her husband a faint smile once she saw a flash of concern cross his bright features.
She shook her head, "My darling, I'm fine. I mean, I can hardly move, but my condition makes me happy."
"Mmm, you're happy, huh?" Naruto slid in closer, bringing his legs close to caress her own underneath the sheets.
He also started rubbing his hand over the bite marks on her thighs, tracing his fingertips along her bruised skin, granting her a delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
She shuddered, "Yes. The love marks you've given me," Hinata pulled her hand down to place it on his own, just over the love bites he gave her, "the aches of my thighs and the butterflies in my stomach—All of it are acceptable to me."
Hinata's eyes gleamed brighter, almost twinkling, "They're all a r-reminder of your affection, your admiration, but most importantly, your love."
Naruto watched as his beloved wife's eyes began to tear up as she gazed deeply into his own, gazing into the eyes of the man she loved dearly, a man that she would sacrifice everything for.
Would die for.
She loved Naruto with all of her heart and of course, Naruto has finally come to love her just as much.
Just being in one another's lives has changed everything.
A radiant smile spread across the blonde male's whiskered face, his heart moved by his wife's words.
She always knew what to say to have him crumble; to remind him of why he loves her in the first place.
Hinata reminds him of this every single day.
Her passionate comments always touched him because, of course, he'd never had the luxury of experiencing love, passion, and validation from a close loved one.
His past was the embodiment of despondency.
As a child, he was always used to getting the short end of the stick and made to look like a complete monster due to the Kyuubi beast that rested inside of him.
He was called names that he would never dare call anyone else.
He was repeatedly wounded and driven to the brink of death countless times by the village's residents, but the foolish fox only healed his wounds, and the cycle continued.
He was used to being treated unjustly.
He was used to forging his own way, trying to figure out his identity, as to what his true mission in life was.
But luckily for him, years passed and the waking nightmare he once experienced vanished and his life shifted into a daydream.
Magnificently wonderful.
Every wish he made was granted one by one.
Each tear he shed was compensated for.
Every scream, yell, and cry was considered and remedied.
Every fist that he threw, he was awarded for.
All the pain and loneliness he has endured for so long was finally recognized and treated by those he loves and trusts.
Soon enough, the entire village was showering him with praise for his perseverance and tenacity, his will to never give up, and his ability to always pave the path through difficulties that almost all people would consider insurmountable.
But he did it.
Nothing stopped him.
Naruto can now say with comfort that he does, in fact, have companions with whom he forged unbreakable bonds, a lofty purpose as the prophesied child, presented as Konohagakure's hero.
But most importantly, he is now a husband to his devoted wife.
Hinata Uzumaki.
Now that everything has changed for him, he may, at last, understand what it feels like to be cherished, cared for, and admired.
His greatest wish has been granted.
And there isn't a day that goes by where Hinata doesn't express to him how much she loves him.
Even if Hinata hadn't uttered a word, Naruto could still tell she loves him very much.
Her eyes.
Her eyes told it all.
Every time she looks at him, an unfettered joy brims in her lavender eyes, a bright flame of love and admiration emerges, and only then, her lips would spread to form a radiant smile that grips his heart firmly.
Hinata was simply beauty incarnate; a gift from heaven above.
Just simply looking into the eyes of his lover, his wife, his soulmate, was a blessing.
And now he has that privilege once more. Early in the morning.
Hell, every single day.
Naruto cooed in delight at his lover, his eyes gleaming as he lost himself in the great big eyes that peered into his own before him; big pools of lavender that reminded him of the large round moon that dominated every night.
The same moon he used to converse with every night as a kid before going to bed.
That moon has now returned the favor by emerging as the dreamy eyes of his wife.
Ahh, what a magnificent treasure life could be.
Naruto bit his lip briefly, as an act to hold back his emotion, "Oh, Hinata-chan, what a wonderful wife you are." He moaned before moving his face closer to kiss her lips, expressing his love with his lips rather than with words.
Fortunately for him, Hinata was fluent in such a language.
Moans filled the room, just as they had the night before, as the two connected lips and ensued a passionate kiss that took one another's breath away.
Naruto tightened his grip on Hinata's nude body, only to have her withdraw her hand away and press his chest back against the bed.
He complied, fully reclining on the bed, and watched with squinted eyes as his lover rolled her body on top of his, bathing him with more of her lovely body heat.
Her gorgeous midnight blue hair cascaded down her shoulders and chest, spilling all over his own chest. Her dark hair strands tickled his flesh and caused an explosion of sensations to rush throughout his body.
Hinata's bruised bottom was tenderly clutched by his enormous hands as he reached under the blankets, all the while considering and tending to her achy thighs.
The blonde male then cocked his head to offer his wife a more profound kiss.
Hinata moaned in delight within the kiss, her eyes closed, and her entire body leaning completely on the male she adored as she relished his warm lips pressed against hers.
She reveled in the sensation of Naruto's lips caressing her own while frantically yanking and pulling at them in an effort to force her lips open and discover what they were concealing.
Of course, Hinata complied with her husband's wishes.
She let him in.
The midnight-haired woman opened her mouth a bit within the kiss only to feel her husband's tongue immediately react, shooting forth to slip inside the warm confines of her mouth.
Only then, did their passionate kiss turn messier, dirtier, hotter.
Naruto's hands caressed her flesh as if he didn't want to let her go, rubbing along her plump thighs, luscious ass, and even up her slim back.
Hinata clenched her hands on the pillows above Naruto's head, her legs anchored on either side of his naked waist.
Her nude body was now partly on display, the blankets just concealing her backside and rear.
The blonde and midnight blue-haired couple engaged in tongue-play, licking and suckling one another's lips, gums, and teeth, up to the point where their lungs were exhausted and their lips turned numb.
Soon enough, their kiss ended but doing so only brought a very special detail to Hinata's attention.
A faint tap of a foreign item brushed against her stomach as she lay on all fours over Naruto. The object was incredibly hard and even slimy, which drew her attention.
Hinata shifted her head down in curiosity.
She grinned, though, when she spotted her husband's manhood between his legs fully erect and standing firmly in the air.
His thick member leaned against her body as if it had its own mind, gravitating towards its desire in the same way that a flower responds to the sun.
It was such an amusing sight.
Hinata giggled, bringing her hand forth to nudge Naruto's chest playfully.
The blonde male grinned, that same cheeky grin she adored. It was a grin where his whiskered cheeks stretched wide apart, his cerulean eyes squinted, and his gleaming white teeth were shown, giving him the appearance of an adorable little fox.
Such a sight of pure joy expressed on her husband's face brought Hinata to her knees.
She shook her head in a chastising manner at Naruto, "Such a naughty boy you are." She whispered teasingly, referring to his erection. She then bent forth to rub her nose against his.
Naruto brushed her nose against hers in return, stroking her bruised body with his hands, clutching his woman close as she lay on top of him.
"We had so much fun last night, Naruto-kun. Are you telling me you're still not satisfied?"
Naruto leaned back against the cushions to chuckle, a seductive smirk on his face, his blue eyes squinting and twinkling.
Hinata blushed, her pussy tingling at such a seductive look from her handsome husband.
Naruto bit his lip, "I'm sorry, my beautiful hime, but I just can't seem to get enough of you. You're my everything and I simply cannot go without making those thighs of yours ache for me more."
He let out a purr, "No matter what time of day it is." He pulled his fingers forth to gently cup her chin, bringing her further towards him, "Morning, noon, night, it doesn't matter. I just want you."
He bent forward to press his lips against hers once again, sending Hinata to paradise.
Her lavender eyes rolled.
Naruto breathed heavily, "I want to be back inside you. I want to mark every square inch of your body with kisses and love bites, my love. I want you aching for me."
With that, Hinata felt Naruto move his fingers up her thighs, raking over her bruised flesh with his nails.
She jolted in mild discomfort, but the aching in her groan, combined with the seductive words Naruto had earlier purred at her, plunged her into a world of want from which she had no desire to escape.
She, too, was eager for more playtime with her love.
Hinata nodded her head slowly, watching as her gesture brought a satisfied grin to her husband's whiskered cheeks.
"Yes, Naruto-kun, mark me, kiss me." Hinata pulled her lips down to plant another kiss on his own lips.
Gentle wet plops of sound fled the room as she repeated the action of pulling her head back and diving forward to peck her husband's lips.
Hinata hummed, "Please make love to me, Naruto-kun. My p-p-pussy wants you." She breathed against his lips, boldly voicing her desires, voicing what her body yearned for. What it always yearned for.
Just on cue, Naruto's dick twitched against her, once more bringing attention to itself.
Hinata giggled.
Naruto hummed as he brushed his nails against Hinata's thighs, causing goosebumps and red, long scratch marks to emerge on her flesh.
"Mmm, and my dick wants you, baby." Naruto shrugged, rolling his eyebrows up at his flushed wife, "So, what are we still waiting for? Why don't we treat ourselves to some delightful morning sex?"
Naruto's voice was low, barely above a whisper as he also voiced his desires against the plump lips of his wife.
His murky eyes never left hers, giving her a full-on show of how those blue orbs of his grew darker due to his growing arousal.
It was a sight that made Hinata's body hot.
Naruto moaned, tilting his head a bit, "Just imagine, us two having another go at it, writhing against the sheets, fucking the entire morning away." The horny blonde licked his lips, "Oh, my beautiful hime, I can't imagine starting our day any other way."
A shudder rushed throughout Hinata's body as Naruto followed up his words with a subtle kiss on her cheek, just to drag it down to plant his lips on her highly defined jaw.
Her arms trembled, now struggling to hold herself up now that her body was battling with strong emotions of ecstasy.
Her eyes settled on closing as her husband continued to shower her body with his kisses. He turned his head, to trail his lips down her arms, pressing his lips gently against her smooth skin.
Only then did he observe her reaction.
Hinata shuddered and squirmed on top of him, kneading her hips against his sleek flesh underneath the blankets.
She inhaled deeply, blowing in and out as if in labor, while Naruto kissed every inch of her upper torso, blessing her with tingles that traveled from the tip of her head all the way down to her toes.
She felt so warm.
She felt so good.
Hinata bit her lip briefly, "Yes, I want it all, Naruto-kun. I want you back inside of me. I want you to once more feel my abiding love. I want you to feel now how much my body yearns for you, my love."
"Oh baby, that sounds like a dream come true." Naruto's eyes gleamed, "Let's have at it."
That was all Hinata needed to hear to initiate another intimate moment between the two of them.
She didn't mind that her body was excruciatingly sore or that bruises covered her extremely perceptive skin and therefore would take days to heal.
She didn't mind that her pussy was still sensitive, throbbing between her thighs from the incredible sex marathon she had with Naruto the night prior.
She didn't care about anything else.
Only Naruto.
So she kept her gaze fixed on him as she nodded again, dragging her arm down along his chest and in between her thighs to claim her treasure.
She cupped one hand around Naruto's veiny cock's length. His warm, slimy precum spilled out of the orifice of his furious tip, sullying her fingertips in an instant.
Hinata gently cupped Naruto in her hand, and in response, Naruto let out a small airborne groan. She was able to induce a cluster of tingles to rest in his stomach, causing butterflies to form, just by her touch.
His dick twitched once more.
Hinata bit her lip as she witnessed the effect she had on Naruto from just simply cupping his member.
She moaned, "Mmm, Naruto-kun, you're so impatient."
Before leading his member down towards her, Hinata let out a quiet giggle.
Following Hinata's commands, Naruto's cock bent downward to move closer to her heated pussy, which was twitching profusely for him.
Her lower area was beginning to drool with arousal, the love juices inside of her emerging to spill all over Naruto's thighs.
Naruto squinted his eyes up at Hinata, his breathing heavy. He beckoned her on with his head, "Go on, put my cock inside you… Let me fill you up." The blonde male groaned gruffly, "I wanna see your face."
Hinata flushed, but she nodded obediently.
Even as she rubbed his tip along the slit of her wet womanhood, dampening him with her secretions, she kept her gaze fixed on Naruto.
In response to her clit being teased by his rigid cock, she mewled. Her delicate bud wobbled back and forth against Naruto, suddenly emitting a flash of pleasure that warmed her gut.
But Hinata quickly moved to slide her husband's mushroom tip inside of her, forcing it past her aching entrance till he slipped right inside of her.
Hinata immediately experienced the onset of cumming. She was once more reminded of the wonderful sensation of being connected to her lover and the satisfaction of being filled up by something so thick and warm.
Oh, she was in heaven.
Her lavender eyes rolled in bliss, her body spasming in ecstasy, "Mmm, so g-g-good."
Naruto took in every detail of Hinata's face, watching as her exquisite features crumpled up in ecstasy. Her eyes briefly closed, concealing the expressive orbs from him as a coping mechanism against the intense blossoming of pleasure she felt.
Because of her elevated position above him, the sun shone directly on her through their bedroom curtains, causing her to glow like an angel.
Naruto couldn't help but seize the opportunity to soak up every little detail as her every feature was brought to the fore.
Hinata was so beautiful, Naruto was in awe.
Naruto grunted softly as he felt his dick slither deeper into Hinata's inner caverns, wriggling and sliding against her walls just to brush up against the entrance to her womb. Her cervix.
Hinata's breath hitched as her body grew increasingly addicted to the delicious sensations assaulting her from all directions.
Her thighs ached from maintaining her posture, but the added discomfort simply intensified the situation for her and made it difficult for her to think.
She only indulged in the sensation, losing herself in the pleasure.
She became completely enmeshed in Naruto's body, in his arms, and by his adoring gaze.
Her body soon began to move on its own as she brushed her hips against the hips of her lover, causing the bed to start playing its same tune. A constant symphony of creaking.
During each thrust given by Hinata to her lover, her pussy hungrily sucked in as much of Naruto's genitalia as it could.
His dick slipped in and out of her repeatedly, banging up against her walls, which became more and more selfish each time. She seemed unwilling to let him go as her tight walls started to squeeze him more and more.
In ecstasy, Naruto's head slammed back against the pillows as his eyes rolled. His hands had such a firm grasp on her thighs that he subconsciously began to impale her with his nails.
His tossed his head, left and right, "Fuck yeah, that's it, baby. Move your hips just… like that." Naruto groaned out, trying his hardest to retain his composure and maintain control within the bedroom, but it was hard.
Now that Hinata has decided to take the reins, she has complete control, which she has used to her advantage.
Every part of the moment was pure heaven to the blonde ninja.
Hinata's hip thrust sent him to another world, devouring his vision with hazy spots, clouding his mind, and sending the emotions in his body skyrocketing.
The continuous brush of her skin against his skin was a constant reminder of how glorious his situation was.
His dick prodded her pussy, filling her to the brim so that he could explore every inch of her and turn their bodies inside out.
It wasn't long until their bodily fluids began to surface, mingle, and spill all over both of their bodies.
More than ever, he felt at his absolute zenith with Hinata as she humped him for enjoyment, working her hips exactly as he desired in a continuous cycle. Back and forth. Back and forth.
He couldn't help but praise her.
Physically.
Hinata moaned frantically into the air, but her moans turned into yelps when she felt an arm slip across the small of her back and the figure beneath her sat upright.
She tightened her hold around her lover's shoulders as she sat upright on top of his lap, hip to hip, chest to chest, and nose to nose.
As they drew closer, their breathing synchronized, and they stared into the other's eyes endlessly, as if in a love trance.
But Naruto had other plans.
The blonde male breathed lightly, pulling his head around to take a look at the right side of her neck, "Mmm, don't stop, my love. Go on. Keep rocking my world."
A smile slid across Hinata's face at the sound of Naruto enjoying her performance. It made her feel so good inside.
She gave him a nod, "Mmm, of course. Anything for you, my love."
Then she began grinding against his hips straightaway, causing his dick to slide around within her, slipping further and further within.
His dick brushed up against her delicate walls, sending delightful shockwaves up and down her spine. She felt the tip of his member wade through wads of her love secretions and pound directly into her cervix.
It was only that she was in charge, and the fact she controlled her hips to sway back and forth, that made the experience much more enjoyable for her.
Now, don't misunderstand her; she adores it when Naruto is in control, but this time was different, and it gave her a brand-new thrill all on its own.
Now, she was in control of everything; how frequently and deeply she desired Naruto's member to enter her.
She had complete control over how the intimate moment unfolded. She had complete control over how she wanted her husband's cock to alleviate the ache in her groin.
She was in control and it was so much fun.
Her body was needy for Naruto, calling out for him, which only caused her hips to continuously grind into him.
She did so in order for him to continue filling her up and exploring every undiscovered location inside of her.
Naruto's glossy blue eyes ran down her neck to observe more love bites, like the pitter-patter of feet on a surface, tracks that marked the locations of his presence on her body.
His affectionate bites left red and bruised trails down her neck, along her collarbone, clavicle, chest, and breasts.
Naruto had wedded her with numerous love bites already, but he wasn't yet satisfied.
He still needed to put in more work to make his—exceptional canvas—phenomenal, just like a seasoned artist.
So on that note….
The spiky-haired blonde dove in, opening his jaws to clamp down on a clear spot on Hinata's neck, millimeters from her jaw.
He attempted to leave another mark of his by pressing his heated lips firmly against her flesh like a stamp.
Hinata moaned and squirmed within his hold, but she never stopped her thrusting. She continued to satisfy both of them with her fantastic hip work.
Hell, she even sped up her pace for him.
As she see-sawed against her lover to her heart's content, the bed squeaks became harsher.
Hinata held her husband's neck in a loving embrace as she rolled, thrust against his lap, and even hopped on him.
She used her marvelous pussy to smother his cock, her walls sucking his shaft dry. Naruto's legs shook beneath her, the sensation zapping him like electricity and driving him to spasm.
The blonde male closed his eyes, going through the motions of pinching, snipping, and biting Hinata's flesh with his mouth to leave additional hickeys.
On Hinata's body, hickeys of all sizes and colors—red, black, bright, dark—were added.
Naruto can openly admit that he thoroughly enjoyed showering Hinata with more hickeys.
He didn't stop leaving his sweet love bites all over Hinata's body, only until he was fully content.
But once he did finish, he decided to take control.
Naruto lowered his hands to cup his wife's bruised breasts at the same moment he began to grind back against Hinata, in time with her hips.
Their hips now smashed against one another, both maintaining a raw and powerful cadence, causing both of their moans to become louder.
Hinata jerked her head back and mewled, clutching Naruto by the neck tightly, "Oh Naruto-kun! Gahh, right there!!" She cried out, "Ooh m-m-my, you're s-so deep-ahh!"
"Mmm, you like that?" Naruto snorted before giving her nipples a pinch with his fingers.
She jolted.
"Mmm, tell me. Tell me how much you like my cock deep inside you, my precious hime."
Hinata swallowed, attempting to catch her breath, but it seemed like her breath was being brutally dragged out of her lungs with every thrust she gave and received. She couldn't seem to breathe properly.
Now with Naruto's added movement, his member was now beginning to prod against the tender spot inside of her now more than ever. Her sensitive g-spot.
Such a spot inside of her was attacked like no tomorrow causing her groin to ache, her thighs to quiver, her lips to tremble, and her body to grow completely overwhelmed by the ecstasy she felt.
Hinata was so caught up in the pleasure, she had totally forgotten Naruto's previous order.
Her tits were given another pinch.
"Oh, what a bad girl you are, Hinata-chan. What?" Naruto tilted his blonde head, his blonde bangs falling to cover his murky blue eyes, "The sex is so good, you can't even speak to me?"
"Ahh, Naruto-kun, please f-forgive me. But it's just…" Hinata's breath hitched, "the s-sex is soo good! I can't th-think straight!"
The flustered woman clutched Naruto's shoulders tighter, "I love the feel of your d-dick inside m-me! P-P-Pounding me!" Hinata's breath caught as she experienced his dick's relentless rattling of her inside components, reorganizing every part of her.
She squinted her eyes tight, "Oh kami!! I love how deep you are! I f-f-feel you everywhere inside me!!
"Everywhere, huh?"
"Y-Y-Yes!"
Liking the sound of that, Naruto moaned in delight.
Hinata was so bold now, screaming out her wishes and being completely upfront and honest with him.
Her body was truthful to him as well, her inner walls grasping his dick as an obvious indication that they didn't want to let him go, now unfathomably captivated with every square inch of his manhood.
Her love juices poured out of her like a hose at this point, splashing all over him and gracing his body with additional sensations.
Her gorgeous body wiggled and spasmed against him, losing control.
She was so engrossed in him, he couldn't be happier.
He must reward his beautiful hime.
Naruto slid his fingers away from her right tit with a cheeky grin and down her slender figure, which was now shimmering from the light sheen of sweat covering her.
Her cheekbones and forehead were covered in her bangs of midnight blue.
Together with their coordinated thrusts, the remainder of her hair also fluttered and flapped about.
Naruto looked Hinata in the eyes as he pressed the tips of his fingers against her sensitive clit.
As soon as he did, though, he felt her inner walls clench even harder around him. And while doing so, Naruto appeared to have forgotten how to breathe.
Hinata mewled, jolting in his grasp, "A-Ahh, yes!!! I'm gonna c-cum!"
Naruto groaned out as well, also feeling himself working towards a climax.
He was about to cum too.
The blonde man began rolling his wife's pink clitoris in circles with four of his fingers, twirling her sensitive bud to further overwhelm Hinata.
Her legs began to quiver violently against him, causing her forward thrusts to become slower and slower.
Only then did Naruto officially take control, humping her body like a madman.
He held his woman tightly to his sitting form as he thrust his hips back and forth against her. He rubbed her clit, and stared into her eyes until she lost all control.
Naruto laughed as he observed Hinata's utter insanity.
She had a stunning appearance, replete with rolled eyes, flushed cheeks, a sweaty body, a brilliant glow, and several hickeys covering every inch of her.
She was now littered with the bodily manifestation of his ardent love, desire, and longing for her.
His love bites.
Naruto purred, "Mmm, yes, cum. Cum with me, baby."
Hinata clenched her teeth as she felt the cord inside her grow increasingly brittle and the ache in her thighs and crotch intensified until it was truly intolerable.
Despite the fact that she was losing control, the hips slamming against hers and the dick pounding her core continued unabated.
She was compelled to climax abruptly and she soon threw her head back with a high-pitched cry.
"Ahhh!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Naruto-kun!!"
Hinata's walls held Naruto's member so tightly that the blonde swore he felt all air escape his lungs.
Hinata's pussy's grasp on Naruto's dick was mind-boggling, and it tore him to shreds.
His dick twitched and banged about in a fury, locked between his lover's hot, thick walls.
He, too, was soon driven straight into his climax.
Naruto yanked his fingers away from Hinata's clit to instead grip her thighs, all the while trying his best to keep his thrusts steady.
But his hips were spinning out of control.
He was causing Hinata to flail about.
He gripped onto her thighs with all of his might, his toes curling against the bed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Hinata-chan!"
Hinata and Naruto both cried out to the ceiling of their bedroom as they squirted their essences over one another, sullying the bedsheets and driving each other over the edge.
Yet that wasn't the end of their playtime.
They went at it again and again and again, doing exactly what Naruto intended.
They did, in fact, fuck the morning away.
When it was all over, the pair was discovered cuddling once again underneath the bed sheets.
Both now had messy, perspirant bed hair, deeply exhausted but content.
While taking a deep breath, Naruto glanced down at his wife, who appeared to have fallen asleep once more.
His massive frame served as her own personal pillow as she rested her head against his chest. Her breathing was even, her chest rising and falling beneath the sheets as she rested her fatigued body.
Her hands were pressed against his sweaty skin, which, like her body, gave him tingly sensations, affecting his overly stimulated being.
Naruto grinned, a drowsy grin before leaning forward and kissing the top of her head, brushing his lips against her silky hair.
"Mmm, I love you, my beautiful hime."
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Notes:
A.N.
That is the first of several smut one-shots I intend to write for this smutty fic. Many more will follow that are hotter and more intense than this one, I promise ya, haha!
This one was a starter chapter for this fic, one full of fluff, love, and just wholesomeness.
However, I can't guarantee that every one-shot will have those lovey-dovey features, haha!
So brace yourself.
I do, however, hope you've enjoyed!
I hope you like the mood boards I've already given for this fic as well as its overall design.
I am truly in love and I hope you all feel the same! 💗
Remember don't forget to leave kudos and comments! Tell me your thoughts!
There will be more smut, smut, smut to come!!!
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 3: ❦Late Night Calls❦
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Every night, until the early hours of the morning, Naruto and Hinata converse on the phone, compensating for their protracted absence by savoring only one another's voices and inclinations.Only this night, the desire for one another has grown stronger than ever before.
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Angst • Clit Play • College AU • Dirty Talk • Explicit • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Female Masturbation • Fingering • Fluff • Forlorn • Hot • Humor • Late Night • Lingerie • Long Distance Relationship • Male Masturbation • Mutual Masturbation • Modern AU • Naruto's P.O.V • Naughty • NSFW • Phone Sex • PWP/Porn With Plot • Romance • Small Talk • Yearning •
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Late Night Calls
"Mmm, it feels good to finally hear your voice, Hinata-chan." A male voice groaned, "Hearing it alone has made my shitty day a hundred times better."
A husky voice echoed from the crevices of thin lips against the white walls of a dark room, light blue irises gazing up at the ceiling above.
The male's body was entirely collapsed on his bed, anchored on his backside; fatigued from working tirelessly on his feet all day.
The man in question, Naruto, wore little to cover his chiseled torso; simply orange boxers to conceal his lower body. His body lay directly on top of the blankets of his bed because he was simply too exhausted to crawl within them.
However, he wasn't too weary to phone his lover, as to, continue their tradition of nighttime calls.
He never misses any of his girlfriend's calls.
After all, Naruto looks forward to the clock striking 10:30 p.m., every single night. During that time, his phone rings, a lovely sound signaling that it was time for his special rendezvous with his girlfriend.
Of course, there were occasions when Naruto would be the one to pick up the phone and call his beloved.
It really only matters who picks up the phone and calls the other one first.
Both are quite eager to do so; practically racing to the phone.
Before 10:30 P.M. arrives, the blonde male makes sure he is fully prepared to give his beautiful girlfriend his undivided attention, that is, to be fully ready for the most tranquil time of his day.
Hinata is all that matters to him.
Nothing else.
With a hum, Naruto ran one callous hand through his spiky blonde locks, just aimlessly gazing up at his ceiling fan which spun round and round within his small room, causing him to feel refreshingly chilled.
A smirk slipped across his lips when he heard an adorable giggle erupt from his phone, held close to his right ear.
"Oh Naruto-kun, I must say, I feel the same. It's truly a pain we spend so many days apart. I truly wish you were here with me…"
Hinata, his girlfriend, spoke pleasantly through the phone, who was also settled down in her bed, but located hundreds and hundreds of miles away from Naruto.
Given that their respective paths in life have taken them apart, the two lovers have chosen to keep their romance alive by engaging in a long-distance relationship.
Hinata chose to enter medical school after finishing Konoha High in order to pursue her academic goals. Such a choice brought her far from Konohagakure, Tokyo, and to Guangzhou, China, an expansive city that was, in Naruto's eyes, an unusually costly destination to live.
But lucky for Hinata, her prestigious family was happy to provide her transportation, money, and her own dorm as she attended medical school as a med student.
Naruto, on the other hand, decided to stay in Konoha, Tokyo, and pursue a career in which he could use his handy talents, vast energy span, and social abilities to fix vehicles; a temporary employment as a mechanic.
He'd hoped to pursue such a job for just a short while to accumulate enough money to leave Konoha and move to Guangzhou to live with his beautiful girlfriend.
However, his plan was taking a long time to come to fruition, to his utter dismay.
Naruto let out a deep sigh into his quiet room, the sound seeping into his cellular device and into his girlfriend's ear.
"Yeah, I know, Hina. But remember, this is only temporary. I'll be with you soon, I promise."
A relieved sigh was heard from the other end after his words were spoken. Such a pleasant sigh of emotion certainly meant that Naruto was successful in erasing Hinata's worries.
He was happy about that.
A grin revealed itself on his whiskered face.
"Yes, you're right, Naruto-kun. Gah, I'm such a worry wart."
Hinata giggled, promoting Naruto to do so as well.
Naruto shook his head, "Oh, don't call yourself that, Hinata-chan. Instead of worrying, why don't you tell me about the marvels of your day, beautiful?"
Naruto's ear twitched when he heard a piercing gasp escape his girlfriend's lips, followed by the sound of a bed creaking, indicating that Hinata had changed position.
He gripped his phone with all five of his fingers, leaving it plastered directly on his right ear. He listened closely to every creak, every gasp, every word that emitted from Hinata's side to his own.
He also waited patiently for Hinata to respond back to his questions.
"Ooh! Ooh! Good idea, Naruto-kun! For the entire day, I've been dying to tell you something."
"Tell me what, baby?" Naruto chimed in, eyebrows raised, and interest piqued.
"Today in medical school, I discovered some fascinating information about the human body. I've learned so much, it's incredible! My perception of our bodies as a whole has really changed; I now consider them to be some of the most fascinating machines in all of creation!"
As he listened to his intelligent girlfriend ramble on and on about her passion, enthusiastically sharing the incredible things she had learned while pursuing her chosen field of study, Naruto couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
Often when Hinata informs him about what she's learned in medical school, he absolutely has no idea what she's talking about. To be respectful, he listened anyway, asking questions, applauding her intellectual prowess, and generally expressing delight in her many outstanding subjects.
For Naruto, hearing Hinata on the phone express so much enthusiasm about her interests and be willing to include him in her world was truly endearing.
Her angelic voice always managed to relax him, lulling him into a tranquil state ready for bed.
Naruto smiled brightly, his whiskered cheeks sprouting upward in relation, "Ahh, the human body's fascinating, eh?" Naruto's grin broadened, "Well, go on. Tell me about all the exciting new things you've learned, my love."
Naruto ruffled his blonde hair a bit with his hand, causing the unkempt strands to fall in all directions, slipping down his forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks.
He listened closely as his girlfriend giggled once more in excitement.
"Alright, don't mind if I do, Naruto-kun."
Hinata took a moment to clear her throat before speaking once more.
"So did you know, when you listen to music…"
"Yeah?" Naruto breathed lightly.
"your heart syncs to the rhythm! Hah! Isn't that fascinating, Naruto-kun?"
Naruto's eyes widened a tad, indeed taken aback by that particular fun fact. It was certainly bizarre.
He was quite intrigued.
Naruto snickered, "Wow, I had no idea my heart could pull off being a professional break dancer. That's intriguing, but also pretty…strange.."
Naruto thought out loud, visually imagining his heart bob, whirling, and gambolling around, in his chest as he listened to upbeat tunes of music.
The more Naruto considered Hinata's interesting fact, the more unsettling rather than intriguing it began to seem.
Naruto shuddered in response.
But Hinata knew her boyfriend well enough to know he was beginning to spiral down a wormhole of confusion just by the one fun fact she told him.
She laughed amusingly on her side of the phone.
"Oh Naruto-kun, you're so silly! Your heart doesn't dance! The beat of it, as it pumps blood, mimics the beat of the song you're listening to, babe."
Naruto's eyes widened and he smacked his head, face-palming himself.
"Damnit, I-I knew that. I just…" Naruto bit his lip, his whiskered cheeks flushed from embarrassment, "I was just joking.."
The blush on his whiskered cheeks grew darker as he listened to his midnight blue-haired beauty begin to laugh her ass off through the phone, her beautiful voice surfacing as sounds of joy and merriment.
She knew he wasn't joking. But dead-ass serious which made it all the more amusing for her.
Naruto groaned, laying one arm over his eyes to sulk in the darkness in an attempt to hide away as his entire world was filled with his girlfriend's laughter.
"Oh Naruto-kun! Your cognitive process never fails to intrigue me. It's just so random!!"
Hinata giggled in happiness causing Naruto to groan.
"Hardy har har. Very funny. It's been a long day, that's all." Naruto groaned into the phone, turning his head to peer one eye from his arm to observe his basic, gloomy room, which was devoid of anyone but himself.
A desk, a chair, a few ramen posters decorating the walls, a closet, and a bed were the only objects that occupied his room.
However, Naruto's leisurely motion of examining his room was cut short as he noticed Hinata's laughter dwindling down quickly, as a result of his earlier statements.
Instead, he heard a guilt-filled whimper coming from her side of the phone.
"O-Oh, I'm so sorry, Naruto-kun. I didn't mean to l-laugh at you."
Currently, Hinata's demeanor has entirely changed; instead of expressing happiness and comfort, she has begun to express guilt and gloom, all of which severely disturb Naruto.
"Would you like to talk about it? I'm here, N-Naruto-kun."
The blonde male threw his arm away from his eyes to sigh, his chest heaving.
With Hinata's relatively convincing words, Naruto found himself debating in his head whether to tell her of the horrible day he's had at work where he worked endlessly, fixing tons and tons of cars, utilizing his hands and legs with no breaks in sight.
He was debating whether he should tell her about his sweaty days, where he reeked of muss and grime, drenched in grease and oil from head to toe.
He thought it best to tell her that he doesn't get much sleep because he made the decision to work additional hours, early in the morning, in order to obtain more money.
He wondered if he should tell his girlfriend all about his dark days.
But knowing Hinata the way he did, he knew that if he told her about the difficult life he was currently leading, she would undoubtedly be concerned for his welfare.
She'd be worried sick, so worried that she wouldn't truly enjoy her time at medical school anymore. Instead, she would be concerned for his well-being and spend the remainder of her days at college thinking about him.
He would deprive her of her happiness and instead fill her days with anxiety and concern, all in an attempt to fill the void in his own heart.
Naruto shook his head.
No, he can't do that to her. He cannot burden Hinata with his troubles.
As a result, he made his decision.
The blonde male rushed his fingers forth to burrow them within his thick, blonde locks, once more lost in his thoughts.
"Naruto-kun?"
Hinata called out to him through his phone. Her tone had now changed to one of concern.
Her voice also dropped an octave, becoming low enough to resemble a soft whisper, and whimpers marred each word she spoke.
"Naruto-kun, are you there? What's the matter, babe?"
Naruto was quick to answer.
He shook his head violently, which each time brought his upper torso into contact with his fluffy pillow, "Nothing, nothing. I'm fine. Everything's fine, babe. Just tired."
"O-Oh alright."
Silence crept through the air as the two lovers awkwardly inhabited the phone line, both mute, both unmotivated to say anything further. The two just listened mindlessly to one other's breathing, finding content in the indiscreet sounds alone.
Naruto closed his eyes, gritting his teeth at the tension that now existed between him and his girlfriend. He was now cursing at himself for making the conversation so... uncomfortable.
He longed fervently for the circumstances to change so that their phone call would be more memorable.
Naruto gasped to himself.
He had an idea.
After a little period of silence, he eventually heard Hinata's gentle voice emerge through the phone line once more, interrupting his train of thought.
"Naruto-kun? Are you s-sure you don't want to talk ab-?"
"Ahh, that reminds me!" Naruto was quick to cut Hinata off, change the conversation, break the tension between them, and divert his lover's attention away from an interminable worry spiral.
Naruto's grin surfaced again which brightened up his tan face, "I want to hear another fun fact about the human body."
"Another fun fact? Really!?! You're interested?
"Yeah." Naruto boasted, pleased to hear that Hinata's joyful temperament had returned, free of worry.
"Alright! What do you want to know?"
"Hmm, tell me a fun fact about…" Naruto skimmed his brain a bit before gasping, "blushing! You blush all the time; I'd like to learn more about when a person blushes."
Right on cue, Hinata giggled, showering his right ear with more of her delightful voice.
"Oh, Naruto-kun, are you just asking to tease me?
"What? I'm being serious! I wanna know!"
"Fine, fine."
Hinata groaned before giving Naruto what he wanted.
Naruto grinned like an enthusiastic child as he waited in anticipation for Hinata to explain just what happens when a person blushes, or in other words, what happens to her body when she blushes or experiences feelings of flusteredness.
Yeah, Naruto was quite the jokester.
Naruto heard a few creaks from Hinata's line before her voice appeared once more.
"Well, I've discovered that when a person blushes, they also tend to feel the sensation in their stomach lining, or the epithelium, since it also changes to a scarlet hue, just like the cheeks do. That is why people often associate that flustered feeling with butterflies in their stomach."
Once more, Naruto felt himself grow incredibly intrigued and even quite impressed by his girlfriend's intelligent responses.
She was awesome.
Oddly enough, he felt his body grow very excited…
Hinata's wide intellect and assurance were undoubtedly making Naruto feel emotions he never expected to feel.
He was beginning to grow a bit… horny.
His dick twitched in his boxers on cue.
He certainly wanted more. He wanted to hear more from Hinata.
Naruto squinted his hooded blue eyes at the ceiling, humming low in his throat, "Ahh, impressive. It's remarkable to see how a minor occurrence in a particular part of the body may have a ripple effect on the entire body. Kinda like a chain reaction, right?"
"Ah yes! Excellent observation, Naruto-kun. Everything in the human body is connected, after all, my love."
Naruto smirked deviously. He was beginning to conjure up a naughty idea as to how to spice up their conversation and of course, tease Hinata.
He was just about to enter into one of his nighttime horny episodes, as he always seems to do. It was encroaching on him like a virus that was becoming worse and thus, yearning to escape.
The blonde adult bit his lip, "Mmm, that's extremely intriguing, babe. I have to say, I'm impressed." Naruto complimented, "Now why don't you tell me a fun fact about…" He paused to chuckle, "the tongue."
Hinata's side was silent for a moment before she returned seconds later to let out a sheepish laugh into the phone.
"The t-t-tongue? Th-That's rather specific, d-don't you think?"
There was a stutter present in Hinata's question, her breathing growing a tad bit heavy through the phone which Naruto can identify that he's certainly made her flustered.
Good.
Naruto smirked, nodding his head as he kept his phone plastered by his ear, "Yes, the tongue. You can do much with just the tongue, can you not? That particular body part is rather important, yes?"
"Yes, i-i-it is. What are you getting at-?"
"Come on, babe. Tell me something interesting about the tongue."
Naruto's voice was dropping an octave, becoming deeper and huskier, and he even began slurring his phrases, an unusual shift from before.
Hinata couldn't pinpoint what Naruto was, in fact, planning.
His remarks were odd, but she went on and answered his desired question anyway.
Naruto heard her gulp from her side of the phone before she proceeded on.
"W-Well, one fun fact I f-find interesting about the tongue is that it's covered in about 8,000 taste-buds, each containing up to 100 cells helping you taste your f-food."
Naruto's eyebrows rose, a tingle rushing through his body at the sound of Hinata's voice obediently giving him the answer he was looking for.
"Oh really now? Mmm, ya know, I'm certainly thinking about tasting something quite delicious right at the moment. It starts with Y and ends with U-"
Hinata sighed.
"Naruto-kun… You're horny, aren't you?"
Naruto had to bite back his laughter as he heard his girlfriend's chastising tone, who read him like a book.
Hinata knew he was horny, and knowing that Hinata knew what state he was in, even without actually being physically present, only made his emotions skyrocket.
She could tell he was definitely in a state controlled by his arousal and desire, again driven by his deep longing for her, just by the husky timbre of his voice and the peculiarity of his words.
Hinata knew him all too well.
Naruto grew to want his girlfriend even more.
Naruto licked his lips, his chest heaving upon the ecstatic emotions that were flooding through his body, "Heh, oh no no, love. That's not me horny at all. That was me merely being a tease. Now, what I really want is for you-"
"Let me guess? Tell you another fun fact?"
Naruto smirked deviously, "No, tell me what you're wearing."
Hinata was unable to hear Naruto's response in time because it was spoken so quickly. She didn't even notice what the now-horny blonde asked until her response passed her lips.
"Oh, I'm wearing… wait? What?!?"
Naruto couldn't help but laugh his ass off, laughing uncontrollably at Hinata's flustered outburst at his previously naughty question.
Hinata fell right into his trap.
It was now his turn to fill Hinata's ears with laughter, his mouth wide open so that streams of hilarity may erupt from it and instead fill his gloomy, depressing bedroom.
His parted lips ached his cheeks, and his taunt core muscles tightened as he wiggled hysterically along his bed.
Despite Hinata's flustered filled whimpers and hushed remarks for Naruto to stop laughing or that her mishap wasn't humorous, the blonde merely laughed louder and louder.
Her gentle voice was entirely concealed beneath Naruto's booming laughter, making all her efforts to quiet his amusement seem effortless.
"Oh Naruto-kun, you're always s-s-such a tease."
Hinata whimpered into the phone line, unable to get her boyfriend's attention and thereby save herself from further embarrassment.
But, eventually, she came up with an idea.
A very good one.
Meanwhile, Naruto hooped and hollered, drawing his thumb up to wipe fake tears from his eyes, completely intoxicated by drowsiness and, of course, desire.
"Oh, what an amusing girlfriend I have. You were actually gonna answer my question a minute there, eh?" Naruto teased Hinata yet again, whilst staring up at the ceiling through a wad of water secretions that had accumulated as a result of his abundant laughing.
To clear his vision, he quickly blinked the liquid away.
He was so immersed in his own thoughts that he failed to notice his girlfriend's hum of interest.
"Oh, I was only kidding, Hinata-chan. You don't have to answer-"
"Guess."
From Hinata's side, one word was breathed into the phone, piercing the phone line and settling in the deep canals of his ears.
Naruto's laughter, the idiotic grin that accompanied his lips, was erased shortly after he took in his girlfriend's sneaky little remark.
He scratched his chin with his fingers, honestly complimenting if he heard his girlfriend correctly. He cast a doubtful glance up toward the ceiling.
"Um, Hinata-chan, did you say something? I believe I'm beginning to hear things-"
A giggle was heard from his girlfriend.
"Oh Naruto-kun, I wish to answer your question."
"What q-question?"
Now completely perplexed, Naruto wished nothing more than for Hinata to clarify for him what she was actually implying.
Because simply, the blonde male was unable to comprehend the reality that his lover was actually in the mood to play with him and engage in phone sex.
Between the two, it was never a routine occurrence. The couple routinely talks to one another at night, updating each other on their day-to-day activities, reminiscing about past expenses, and simply engaging in amusing discussions.
If Naruto was lucky, Hinata would profess her longing for him, but only after which they would both grow horny and engage in dirty banter.
But that is all it would be.
Their conversation would usually finish with Naruto wishing Hinata a good night, causing the phone line to drop, leaving the blonde male hot and bothered.
Normally, he was fine with jerking off to calm his hormones and satisfy his desire for his lover, but after a while, he discovered he began to feel excited every time he initiated a discussion with Hinata.
He began to think about her more. He began to jerk off more.
Once a week became three times a week, and soon enough, he began masturbating every single night, jerking off at just the mere thought of his girlfriend.
Her voice. Her appearance. Hell, the recollection of her mere breathing through the phone turned him on.
Naruto was in bad shape, but his feelings and actions were merely an outward manifestation of his strong longing for his girlfriend.
He missed her so damn much. He missed intimacy so much.
So now, the sound of his lover feverishly engaging in intimacy with him over the phone led his dick to jump to life in his boxers, making itself known by twitching and bulging against the fabric of his underwear.
He gasped when he heard Hinata's voice reappear, but this time there was no mistake. He heard her plainly.
"You want to know what I'm wearing right?"
Naruto answered his seductive girlfriend without hesitation, and with all honesty.
He gave Hinata a self-conscious nod as if she could see the gesture, "Yes, Hinata-chan. I-I wanna know, baby-"
"Then, I want you to guess, babe. Telling you is too easy, don't you think? How about we make things more exciting, hm?"
At that exact moment, Naruto's breathing hitched in his throat, making it harder for him to breathe. His chest tightened, his blue eyes widening.
Holy shit, did he love the sound of that.
His dick did too.
In his boxers, Naruto's scorching friend performed a strange little dance, throbbing as it now lay erect yet completely bent to remain concealed and submissive.
Naruto's head dropped downward subtly, his gaze traveling down his mighty form to lock eyes with his bulging cock between his legs.
He clicked his tongue, a dirty grin slowly etching his lips, "Mmm, is that a challenge, babe?" He voiced huskily, furrowing his brows and squeezing his phone tightly. Naruto moaned, "That's perfect, you know how much I enjoy a challenge."
Naruto smirked in triumph when he heard his horny girlfriend giggle through the phone line.
"I predicted you would. But are you truly up for the task? To fulfill my challenge?"
"Oh baby, don't underestimate me." Naruto growled low in his throat, rocking his tongue across his lips, "I can guess what you're wearing, babe—wouldn't even break a sweat."
"Well go on then; guess. What is clothed on the body of your naughty girlfriend, hm?"
Naruto didn't think much about his first response, instead trusting his arousal to seize the wheel.
He licked his lips once again, staring up at the ceiling in a daze, lost in his own thoughts, fantasizing about his midnight blue-haired beauty dressed in a white tank with purple panties...
No, a thong.
"Fuck." Naruto breathed under his breath, his own thoughts driving his dick harder and harder.
"White tank top. Purple panties." He breathed into the phone, going with his gut.
Immediately, he received an answer.
"Nope. No tank top. I'm wearing panties, yes, but they're not purple."
"No tank top, eh?" Naruto scoffed playfully.
He tried again, happily and enthusiastically participating in Hinata's desirable game.
"Well, then, how about white; matching bra and panties?"
Naruto's grin was cheeky, confidence flooding every inch of his body as his brain erased the vision of Hinata wearing a white tank top and purple thong in favor of the current image he mentioned—white lingerie.
He imagined Hinata's sleek body covered in the pure fabric of white, inducing a sense of innocence and purity, as he has always known her to be.
As his desire increased, the vision of Hinata in Naruto's thoughts began to change into something more, twisting and shifting to provide greater detail.
The blonde male had a vivid imagination, particularly when he was horny.
Naruto imagined his beautiful girlfriend's midnight blue hair pulled in a messy bun, with a few straggly strands cascading down her brow to tickle her nose.
Her fair complexion was completely shiny from her hormone-induced sweat, but it was brilliantly enhanced by the pure white lingerie she wore—to make her gleam.
'Yes, white lingerie has to be the answer.' Naruto reflected confidently in his mind.
He was confident in his response, confident in the mental image he had created of Hinata, which was so obvious and descriptive that it certainly could not be rejected.
Only from there, Naruto waited for his lover's voice to emerge once more, in an effort to approve or disapprove of his next decision regarding her.
And oh boy, did it come.
Hinata clicked her tongue, gently humming into the phone line. Her voice invaded Naruto's ears and traveled throughout his entire body, making the blonde tremble all over.
"Nuh-uh, my love. I'm not wearing any white. After all, I've decided to take a walk to the dark side tonight, baby."
This time, Naruto's brow wrinkled in reaction to Hinata's statement, and his dick twitched in his underwear once more.
Only now, did Hinata's voice shift octaves and instead take on a breathless intensity, virtually moaning after every word that slipped her lips.
Her voice was so exquisite that it completely melted Naruto's soul.
The sound of his lover's voice was an unparalleled act of seduction, drawing him into a world of desire that he can't help but visit every single night.
But tonight was different.
Hinata was taking the initiative, gripping his hand and voluntarily joining him in such a world. She was willing to accompany him as they both immersed themselves in a world of desire, with everything that entailed.
Not alone. Not apart.
But together.
Finally together.
Naruto's eyes widened considerably as Hinata's words continued to reverberate in his thoughts like a mantra, keeping him aroused.
The blonde male was drawn to one word and one word only by the comment she made to him only seconds before.
Dark.
In that moment another fitting answer to Hinata's game flashed across his mind, causing his lips to open and relay it into the air.
"You're wearing black, aren't you? Black lingerie—panties, bra."
Now, the confidence that welled up in Naruto's body was inexhaustible, promising to last because of how much assurance he had in his response, thanks to the hint he had succeeded in picking up from Hinata.
'Yes, that has to be it. Have to be.' As he thought, Naruto noticed that his mental images had changed to become far naughtier ones.
His imagination began to be entirely consumed with an image of Hinata dressed in black lingerie—a kinky outfit adorned with black straps, bows, thigh belts, and stockings.
Further imaginings by Naruto included Hinata with unkempt hair, her breasts accentuated by the tight fabric of her bra, pushed far upward to display cleavage; all of her irresistible curves.
Her voluptuous breasts were covered in a glossy shine to underline just how creamy and soft to the touch they were—a body part of Hinata's that is permanently imprinted in Naruto's mind.
No matter how far he was from his lover or how infrequently he was able to see her, no part of her would ever escape his mind.
Hinata was like a stamp in his memory, every detail of her consuming his thoughts and acting as a lifeline for him to relish while he lived his days apart from her.
Naruto bit his lower lip, squirming along his bed in anticipation of his girlfriend's response.
He was overjoyed to be rewarded with a seductive groan that escaped into the phone from her lips, which rushed through his entire body like a cresting wave.
Such a sensation ran up and down his fixed body parts, only to terminate within his crotch, which ached to be free of its confines.
Naruto groaned, deep and gruff.
Hinata laughed, letting off a loud hum of approbation.
"Bingo, my love."
As soon as Hinata uttered those words, Naruto's entire body grew hotter than before, as if it was about to explode.
Hinata had just confirmed that she was wearing black lingerie, an ensemble that was unlike anything she'd ever worn before because of the attire's sinister connotation, naughty asseveration, and overall kinky representation.
Naruto's blue eyes became murky, darker, fully drunk on lust now that he possessed such information.
Oh boy, things were surely taking a turn.
A delightful turn.
Naruto groaned into his phone, "Oh what a naughty, naughty girl you are. You planned this, didn't you?"
"Hmm, I might've. I was thinking we could do things a little differently tonight."
"Ooh fuck, just to see you now." Naruto growled, deep under his breath, "I imagine you standing in front of me, dressed up in your naughty black lingerie, displaying those exquisite curves I've always enjoyed tracing with my tongue." Naruto moaned, clearly in a daze, "Mmm, hot from head to toe, body slick from sweat, pussy lips straining against your underwear, dripping wet from my gaze…my voice."
Naruto shuddered against his bed, clearly loving his girlfriend's soft moans, as she was extremely aroused by his dirty talk.
"Oh, what a goddamn treat you must look."
Naruto exhaled heavily, his intense longing for his girlfriend resurfacing.
Each word Hinata uttered into the phone had the blonde male clinging to it.
Her voice was like a siren's song to him, luring him into a deep trance of exhilaration from which he didn't want to awaken.
Naruto felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into the oceans of temptation with each word Hinata spoke, a web of lust binding his limbs and dragging him deep within his bed sheets.
The spiky-haired blonde moaned, "Oh, baby, tell me. How different do you wish tonight to go, hm? What else is lurking in that pretty fucking mind?"
Naruto breathed yet again, "Indulge me, sweetheart."
Now Naruto was giving Hinata the center stage, giving her the room to speak, to immerse him in the world that fills her thoughts, that has built up over her within time, arising from longing and melancholy.
Hinata's bed squeaked a bit, and Naruto listened.
He listened to the soft squeaks of her mattress, the headboard thudding against the wall as Hinata moved along her bed sheets into another position, Naruto assumed.
He listened to her breathe, moan, and eventually speak, relaying her desires to him in full.
"Oh, Naruto-kun, I have missed you so much. So much so that it hurts. I've tried everything else to ease this feeling, but nothing seems to work to successfully rid me of the anguish I feel—of the hole that's inside of me."
Hinata let out a shaky breath, expressing her all to the love of her life.
"I wish only now, to show you how much I've missed you, Naruto-kun."
"Yes, baby, show me. Give me everything. I'm here for you-"
"I desire to t-touch myself. I would like to fall completely enveloped in your voice, i-in your love, as if you were right next to me, holding me tight."
Naruto's breath caught in his throat as he extensively digested his naughty girlfriend's words, which penetrated deep into his ears and snuggled in his brain, causing his nerves to react and his dick to throb.
At this point, his body's temperature was now unbearable, now hotter than hot. His entire being was searing, throbbing, and crying out to the woman on the other end of the phone.
He couldn't believe what had just passed his girlfriend's lips, but the way her words lingered in his mind and the persistent tension his dick gave off made him unable to deny it.
Hinata desired masturbation. She wanted to go all the way.
Naruto rocked his head back against his pillows, clawing his phone as his entire body was overwhelmed by an addicting rush.
He reveled in Hinata's wish.
Oh, he fucking adored it.
Naruto moaned, his gaze reverting to his dick, a bulge positioned between his thighs where his briefs were seen lifted in the air dramatically, resembling a pointy hill.
Naruto listened as Hinata let out yet another shaky exhale.
"M-My roommate isn't here. She's spent the night with her boyfriend so I have the entire room to myself tonight, N-Naruto-kun."
Naruto groaned, cursing under his breath.
This night just keeps getting better and better.
The blonde nodded, his spiky bangs rushing forth to cover his murky blue eyes, "Oh that sounds absolutely amazing, baby. I don't see why we can't enjoy ourselves then." Naruto smirked quite naughtily, "I wish to join you."
"Join me?"
Naruto chuckled and ran a hand down his chiseled body, tracing his fingertips along his chest, six-pack, and navel, to grasp the rim of his boxers, which were positioned just below his waist and slightly above his pronounced V-line.
"Masturbate, my beautiful hime. I wish to masturbate with you."
At that moment, Hinata let out a naughty little cheer before a few shuffles were heard on her end.
"Oh, that sounds inviting, babe!"
Naruto listened closely, as Hinata began to shuffle and fondle her undergarments in an effort to remove them.
Naruto did so as well.
With an aggressive tug, Naruto kicked his boxers off of his body, practically throwing them across the room to relieve his bulging cock that lay trapped inside.
He exhaled a sigh of relief as his dick excitedly sprang from its confines and exposed all of its glory to the dark environment around him, greeting him with a wave of satisfaction.
His dick, which rose from a patch of curly blonde hair that started at his navel and reproduced a line of blonde hair down to his crotch, spanned the air, bouncing like a pendulum.
His cock possessed an astounding length—exactly nine inches long.
His manhood was massive and girthy, with a bulging, mean-looking tip, and a tanner complexion than the rest of his body.
His member twitched on its own, responding to the excitement that Hinata's voice—hell, Hinata in general—had caused to his body.
Naruto remembered the endless nights in the past he spent with Hinata, where he sank his cock deep inside her, exploring her tight walls to his heart's delight.
He relished the recollection of her lips gracing his own with a delicate kiss of love and appreciation as he tightly held her in his powerful arms, gripping her body which he thoroughly explored, and thus claimed for his own.
He took great pleasure in the many occasions when he spent the night with his beloved, blowing her back out until the sun rose and thus, leaving her pained and achy but craving for more.
Oh, how his dick craved for her now.
His dick missed being in its happy place, held against his lovely girlfriend's pussy walls, pressing against her womb deep within her—encircled in her warmth, drowning in her wet fucking lake.
Naruto missed Hinata terribly.
Naruto took numerous breaths in and out to calm his racing heart, which was beating wildly inside of him. He heard it thud, hammering in a fit of excitement that only made his state even worse.
The blonde cupped the base of his exposed shaft with one hand, holding his phone with the other.
"Oh Naruto-kun, my pussy is aching for you. It's been aching for months. I only w-wish now to finally relieve that ache, w-with you."
Naruto gripped his dick tighter, molding the flesh in his one large hand, "Yes, baby, let go of everything that's holding you back, of all the stress that's trapped inside you. You can be free with me, baby. We can handle this together."
"Yes, please, Naruto-kun."
Naruto groaned at the sound of Hinata's pleas, desperate, breathless pleas of emotion. Such a side of Hinata only led Naruto to begin jerking off, moving his hand, up and down his shaft with slow strokes.
Naruto breathed deeply, "I want you to listen to me, listen to every word I say. I can guide you. I can help you relieve that ache inside you, Hinata-chan."
"Yes, I would love that, please, Naruto-kun."
"Are your panties off?"
"Yes, N-Naruto-kun."
"Good girl. Now, open your legs wide for me, baby, and expose yourself to the world around you. Imagine me standing in front of you, gazing at the beauty that you are."
At this point, Naruto allowed his arousal to do the talking, to take over the conversation. He listened as Hinata breathed out a moan before a soft shuffle of the bed sheets was heard.
In his mind, Naruto imagined Hinata lying on her back in the middle of her duvet, one arm raised to keep her phone pasted to her ear, the other stroking down her body as she slowly followed his commands.
He pictured her exposing her region of privacy for his pleasure by extending her legs wide to the dark world of her empty and quiet dorm room, no longer wearing any underwear.
While grunting deeply in his throat, Naruto never once stopped the constant cock-jerking motion of his left hand.
Up and down. Up and down.
He watched as more of his precum oozed from his tip, dripping down his length to slip through the cracks of his fingers.
Hinata breathed lightly on the phone.
"Okay, I did it-"
"Now bring your fingers down your body, take it slow, baby. I want that wet pussy of yours to plead and throb. I want you to be so wet that you're dripping all over the place, darling."
Hinata obeyed her boyfriend's directions, and she moaned breathlessly, steadily shuffling and moving around, which was a significant indicator that she was truly doing as she was ordered.
But Naruto used his imagination, sinking into his mind to witness his midnight blue-haired lover glide her fingers down into the world between her thighs, quickly sullying her digits with the crazy amount of love juices that coated her pussy lips.
"Oh kami, I'm so wet for you, Naruto-kun. I'm dripping-"
"Mmm, fuck, I want a taste. I want to hold your legs open and eat your pussy out all night long. I want you to cum in my mouth over and over and each time, I wish to relish how fucking delicious you taste, Hinata-chan."
Naruto licked his lips, his mouth watering at the thought, his eyes growing darker and darker in color, "Rub your clit. Rub it now. I wanna hear you moan, gorgeous."
The blonde bit his lip, "Use two fingers, rub your clit back and forth for me, baby."
And Naruto knew exactly when Hinata carried out his request because her moans suddenly increased in volume, a soft slopping sound of liquids heard across the area, slipping over to his side.
Naruto jerked off faster.
"Oh yes, that feels sooo good. My pussy is so tingly, I can't th-think straight, ooh!"
Naruto moaned, leaning his head back against his pillows as he steadily stroked his hand up and down his shaft, flooding his body with pleasure that echoed in his gut and unraveled the knot within him.
His toes curled against his bed sheets, faint groans escaping his own mouth to flood into his phone and soon into his girlfriend's ear.
"Fuck! I love it when you moan like that, baby. It gets my dick so fucking hard." Naruto moaned yet again, "Oh fuck, You're gonna make me cum."
"Yes! I wanna make you cum, Naruto-kun. I want to hear you moan. I want so badly to hear you lose control, my sexy hunk."
"Ooh, fuck! Keep it up with that sexy shit, Hinata-chan, and I'll keep you up all night, groaning in your ear as I jerk off."
Hinata giggled but her voice was cut off by a loud moan, a physical expression of the pleasure she felt due to her adhering to Naruto's order to rub her clitoris.
"Ahh, yes!! Oh kami!"
"Faster, Hinata-chan. I want you to rub your clit faster." Naruto let out a groan, his body convulsing against the bed as he wreaked havoc on his throbbing cock, "I wanna hear you scream."
Indeed, his order caused his girlfriend to do just that.
Scream.
While bucking the ecstasy that tore his body apart, Naruto depicted Hinata working her throbbing bud of nerves at a rocking rhythm with those delicate fingers of hers.
He envisioned her lavender eyes clouded due to satisfaction, absolutely murky and unreadable, as they always become when her body gets overstimulated.
The blonde male imagined his lover with a smile of utter joy on her pale face, mouth wide open, tongue streaming past her lips, and eyes rolling as she steadily played with her pussy, steadily alleviating the aching in her pelvis.
He pictured her jerking against the bed, twitching uncontrollably, her legs trembling, and her toes curling as tightly as they could in the air.
Naruto's blue eyes rolled, and a drunken grin spread across his whiskered cheeks.
He tossed his head back against his pillows, allowing a deep groan to escape his throat.
Holy fuck, he was losing it.
Hinata's screams and wails were so fucking beautiful, flooding through the phone line and thus, encompassing Naruto's world completely.
Her naughty screams of ecstasy only lead him to pick up his own pace.
He began to jerk the shit out of his cock, showering his member with no mercy.
He bounced his palm up and down his length in a wrenching rhythm, pressing his fingers against the tip of his dick, only to take his hand back and crash it against his balls with a loud smack!
The thick skin that covered his girth followed in his movements the whole while, bouncing up and down in unison with his thrusts.
His eyes crossed, as did his girlfriend's on the other end of the phone, both moaning into the line and exclaiming the joy they felt as they mutually masturbated.
Naruto sprung from his cushion and moaned up to the ceiling, his deep voice filling his entire bedroom, "Holy shit! You're such a good girl. Always such a good girl for me."
"Yes!!! I'm your good girl, baby! Yours!"
"Damn right, you are. Fuck!" Naruto's eyes rolled but with all of his strength, he kept up with his dirty talk, "I want you to sh-show me how much of a good girl you are by inserting a finger inside of your pussy."
Naruto breathed deeply, "Can you do that for me?"
Naruto paused, his mind imagining a naughty image of Hinata, naughty acts that would best lead her to cum faster.
He smirked deviously, "Don't stop rubbing that greedy fucking clit of yours. Do so only when I say."
Just like the good girl she was, Hinata responded positively to Naruto's order and once more did what she was told.
At that moment, Naruto imagined Hinata shakily using her free hand to slowly insert one finger inside of herself.
The digit would slip inside of her folds easily given all the love juices that covered her slick, gushing about and thus, damping her inner thighs with a sheen of gloss.
Naruto imagined her motions carried out slowly, due to the added weight she felt within her muscles, caused by the abundant amount of pleasure that was rushing forth and slamming into her body with full force, igniting a craving within her that she never knew she would ever have.
Hinata screamed out into the phone, now fingering herself with one of her fingers, all the while fondling her clit, just as Naruto ordered.
"Ooh, Naruto-kun!! I'm gonna cum! It feels so good! My body feels so good!"
Naruto grinned like a maniac, convulsing against his sheets as he felt the same torrent of overwhelming feelings flood him.
As he steadily jerked his shaft, maintaining his powerful tempo, and spoke naughtily to his lover, he felt such feelings come for him, carrying him down into the deep dark abyss.
He was having a blast.
He was about to cum.
Naruto grinned, "Ooh, fuck, I can't wait until I see you, Hinata-chan. The minute I see you, I intend to throw you down and fuck you all night long. Pleasure and bliss will be all that you feel. I won't let you feel anything else, my love."
"Ahh, yes, Naruto-kun! I want it so badly! Ooh, I miss you so much!!"
Naruto convulsed forward, the knot inside his gut twisting and churning, raising the temperature of his abdomen.
His dick began to twitch violently in his palm as he pounded it to a pulp, unleashing a smacking of flesh that filled his entire apartment.
"Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum, baby!"
"Me too! Me too!!"
The two lovers exchanged moans as they relished in the same sensations, both driving up the incline of their climax to the very pinnacle.
The two screamed and trembled, drunk on ecstasy and bliss, as if they were physically experiencing the moment together.
In reality, they were not but in their mind, however…
They were.
Naruto trembled like a lunatic against his bed, his thighs jiggling as he approached his end, rising ever so close to...
He let out a loud groan, "Fuck!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, holy shit!" He whimpered, and it wasn't until he heard his girlfriend's final cry before her release that officially pushed him over the edge.
"Oh kamiiii!!!"
"Fuck!" Naruto's bare body lurched forward, his white, milky sperm finally oozing from his quivering tip and sullying his bed sheets, legs, thighs, and torso.
His jizz squirted everywhere, splattering on everything in its path and thus painting it all white and creamy.
Naruto moaned the entire while as he unleashed his load after an enjoyable fap session, his eyesight blurring and his hearing dulling.
Hinata's groans and mewls were drowned out through the phone as the blonde male grew entangled in his own world, lost as he squirted his essence until the very end, exactly like his lover had done.
Her naughty playtime was heard clearly through the phone, flooding into his bedroom like fresh air.
Her screams, the squirting of her liquids, and the shuffling of her bedsheets.
All of it.
Naruto heard all of it and he relished in it.
After all, had been said and done, Naruto's breathing had grown heavy, his lungs ached in his chest, and his throat scratchy from screaming.
He lay in a pool of his own sperm, a goofy grin on his face, and one hand propped up to keep his phone close to his ear where he lazily clutched it.
The couple took some time to come down from their high, exchanging heavy breaths and quiet whimpers and groans.
But after they regained their composure, once they were able to catch their breaths and halt the spinning of their ceiling, they couldn't help but shower one another with love.
"I love you, Naruto-kun. I look forward to the d-day when we can finally reconnect."
Hinata let out a lovely sigh.
"I can't wait to see you. Soon, I tr-truly hope."
While gazing aimlessly up at the ceiling above him, Naruto took a deep breath.
A wave of distress washed over him as a result of Hinata's words, statements that he knew were not a guarantee for him and may not transpire the way they both desire.
He gripped his phone more tightly.
But he held on to hope.
So a smile returned to his weary face, and he drew his phone down, bringing it to his lips.
He kissed the front of his device, allowing the smooching sound to be heard on Hinata's end.
He relished in her giggles.
"I love you with all of my heart, baby. Don't worry, I'll see you real soon."
Naruto breathed deeply, closing his eyes, "Just wait for me."
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Notes:
A.N.
So, how about this one, eh??
This is the second chapter of this smutty story, and, I gotta say, the outcome of my initial notion has truly piqued my interest.
I'd always wanted to write a smutty phone sex oneshot/scene in its entirety, but I never gave it any serious thought.
Now that I had, I went with a College AU. I'm working on another idea for later because I plan to return to this kink in this smutty fanfic at some point.
So, be on the lookout for that!
Meanwhile, leave kudos, comment, and share your thoughts and ideas. Tell me what you thought of this smut oneshot and how it was done from Naruto's point of view.
Would you want to see another chapter like this, but from Hinata's point of view?
Tell me your thoughts!
And of course, I hoped you enjoyed, and I'll see you soon with another smutty oneshot!
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 4: ❦Fun Ride❦
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Naruto has a habit. Naruto has an itch. Naruto finds himself constantly opening up to Hinata about all the dirty fantasies that run through his head. And, like any good girlfriend, she embraces his fantasies, no matter how outlandish they may seem.
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Notes:
Mind the tags. Mind the warnings. You are not obligated to read if you do not like what's listed.
Read at your own risk.
Don't forget to comment and leave kudos. 🩶
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"N-N-Naruto-kun, no! What if s-someone sees us?"
"Aww, don't be flustered, Hina. No one's even around."
Hinata glanced over to the right window, which was just next to her, and peered out to the site where her boyfriend had taken her as a surprise.
Naruto, ever the perv, can be counted on to have a slew of tricks up his sleeve to use in order to spice up their relationship and keep the romance alive.
Hinata never objects when he wants to try new things or asks her to participate in sexual activities she has never undertaken before.
She adores Naruto with all of her heart and strives to always please him, despite the fact that she feels totally embarrassed by all of his sexual favors and requests.
She could not for the life of her stomach the way Naruto would smirk so wickedly as he brought to life all of his dirty kinks which were kept away inside of his mind, controlled by temptation and lust.
She couldn't bear it when he clasped her chin with his warm fingers and whispered all of his filthy wishes directly into her ear, welcoming her into his world of desire.
When arousal flooded in and took hold of his entire body, his voice would grow quite seductive and husky, a side of him that could entice Hinata any day.
His words would flow from his lips like the finest silk, capable of melting her entire heart, no, soul away.
His eyes would darken, changing from an innocent light blue to a dark blue that rivals the color black. Murky and Uncontrolled.
It was definitely a sight to behold, and Hinata just couldn't say no to anything Naruto asked of her when he was in such a state.
Besides, deep down she longs to be as wild as she can, to let go of the restrictions that confine her, to overcome the embarrassment that holds her back, and really enjoy moments of romance with the love of her life.
She only needed a little push in the right direction. She just needed Naruto's help to bring out her naughty side and go the whole way.
But this…
Hinata's eyes grew to the size of flying saucers as she gazed out the window of Naruto's vehicle at Konoha Park, which was currently overrun with people.
Her stunned lavender orbs witnessed couples holding hands while enjoying the sunshine.
There were teens buying ice cream from the food truck to stay warm in the summer heat.
There were kids running back and forth and playing on the park's equipment, making a ruckus on the available playground.
Owners strolled their dogs back and forth along the walking track, and parents and elders sat on park seats, watching the children play and have fun.
Hinata couldn't believe her eyes; her face was flushed pink, her whole body was tingly, her stomach felt icky, and her entire world was totally woozy.
Naruto has taken her to the park.
Hinata gulped, her gaze shifting away from the window of her passenger seat to meet her smirking boyfriend only a few inches away.
Her blonde-haired partner sat slouched in the driver's seat, one arm resting on the armrest in the car, the other arm lying along the head of her chair.
He watched her as she just took in their new location, located far away from the park, away from people but still within the vicinity no less.
Naruto burst out laughing as he witnessed Hinata having a mini-panic episode as a result of his machinations, staring at him as if he'd gone insane.
Hinata seethed, working her fist over to punch Naruto directly into the shoulder, "Stop laughing, N-Naruto-kun. This isn't funny!" Hinata exclaimed, "When you suggested you wanted to try something new, I didn't think you meant this."
Hinata jerked her head back toward the window, her gaze returning to the park. But, staring at it this time made her feel quite dizzy.
She pulled one hand forth to cup her forehead, "We can't possibly d-d-do anything naughty here, not at the park-"
"Oh, love, who says we're doing anything at the park?"
Hinata found her heart skipping a beat as her ears picked up the husky voice of her boyfriend, slipped out of his mouth, and filled up the entire car. Just hearing his voice alone, Hinata felt her lower area ache, awakening from its slumber.
She whipped her head back towards him once more to catch him amusingly wiggling his blonde eyebrows at her, his blue eyes shifting around to look at the inside of his car.
Hinata's mouth gaped. She knew exactly what he was getting at.
She grimaces, "Y-You wish to d-d-do it h-here? I-In the car?"
While looking her dead in the eyes, Naruto nodded slowly, confirming her suspicions but doing so practically chilled her to the bone.
That officially turned her entire body red as a tomato.
But she couldn't deny that such an offer was far preferable to having sex in a highly public area like the park. She was well aware that they would be easily located, apprehended, and prosecuted for their actions.
But sex in the car, however…
Hinata bit her lip, a sight that caused Naruto to chuckle once more.
He leaned over and gave the bottom of her summer dress a pinch, his large hand soon slipping down to caress the inside of her left thigh.
"See, Hina? There's no need to worry. I've vowed I won't do anything you don't like, and of course, if I tend to overstep my boundaries, you are always free to back out. Just say the word, alright?"
Hinata felt her heart flutter in her chest as she caught Naruto's comforting grin, which was as warm as the sun. His statements revealed how deeply he cared about her, her opinions, and her desires.
He was aware of her boundaries and intended to respect them. Yet he also understood what she had secretly always wanted to do in terms of sex, and realizing Naruto was aware of that particular fact made her pussy throb.
He knew her too well.
He always knew just how to excite her.
Hinata let out a soft moan of want as she was steadily caressed by her boyfriend, her legs parting for him subconsciously.
"A-Alright."
"Atta girl."
Naruto slipped his fingers closer to her covered heat, slipping underneath her pink dress to brush against her panties with his fingertips. He instantly felt how wet she was.
Naughty girl.
Naruto smirked slyly to himself before extending his other hand to cup her chin, only to shift her face towards him.
Only then did he lean forward to kiss her lips, bringing his own to press them on hers.
Moans erupted from both Hinata and Naruto inside the safe confines of the vehicle they were seated in.
Their heads bobbed and twisted as they deepened their kiss, kissing every inch of one other's lips. They dipped their tongues into one another's mouths and savored everything they had to offer.
Hinata hesitantly flicked her tongue against Naruto's only to be dominated by his pink appendage which lapped at every part of her tongue in a frenzy.
He watched her—oh how he loved to watch her as he explored her mouth, sucking and licking her tongue, teeth, and gums, as he completely dominated the kiss.
He observed as her closed eyes squinted even further, her lips shook, and her cheeks became darker and darker in hue, until they were red and rosy, as a result of his feverish efforts.
Naruto tightened his grip on Hinata's chin, his other hand slipping away from her spread legs to snake up her curvaceous body, caressing her pale skin underneath her apparel.
Naruto grabbed the top of her dress in one motion, only to fling it downward, allowing her massive Double D breasts to break free with hefty bounces, revealing where they were positioned in a nude-colored bra.
Hinata whimpered, breaking the kiss as she sensed Naruto undressing her. Her eyes were now glossy and unreadable, her lips smeared with a mixture of her and Naruto's saliva.
Naruto chuckled before removing the seeping liquid off the corner of her lips with his thumb, only to quickly extend his hand to cup her throat firmly and force her back against her seat.
She whimpered with want, "O-Oh N-Naruto-kun."
"I want you to do something for me, Hina."
"D-Do s-something?"
Completely disoriented and out of it, Hinata tried to process the words that slipped out of her boyfriend's lips but for the life of her, she just couldn't seem to think straight.
Her entire world was swirling around her. Her arousal level continued to build, ultimately overwhelming and clouding her mind.
Her pussy was already wet, leaking its contents and contaminating her underwear and possibly the seat beneath her. Her nipples were now perky, protruding against the delicate fabric of her bra.
She was becoming quite ecstatic.
Hinata whimpered as she felt her boyfriend's hand tighten around her throat and he drew closer, bending over the car armrest to brush his nose against her cheek.
He moaned by her ear, "I want you to pleasure me-"
Hinata was quick to nod.
She was aware of exactly what he was alluding to.
"Y-Yes, I-I would l-love to s-suck your cock, Naruto-kun. Please let me-"
"No, no, no. Not with your mouth, baby." Naruto breathed hotly against her cheek, his covered crotch brushing against the armrest from where he was leaning. His entire ass was lifted off of his chair, his body leaned over to occupy Hinata's side of the car.
Hinata shuddered as she felt Naruto's free hand give her left breast a teasing smack before receding. He drew his free hand away to slide it down her body, only to slip it around her knee and elevate her leg.
"I want you to pleasure me with these, Hina." Naruto pulled her leg forth, shaking it a bit so her sandal could fall to the floor of the car. Only then, did he pull her leg further up to reveal her delicate but slim foot.
Naruto groaned, "Pleasure me with these adorable feet of yours. I want you to rub them up and down my cock."
"M-My feet?" Hinata inhaled quietly, still constrained by Naruto's hand grasping her throat.
Hinata was completely taken aback. The request Naruto made was unlike anything she had ever heard. Hell, she had no idea such a fetish existed.
His request was both kinky and insanely filthy, and it shows just how big of a perv Naruto really was. A supersized perv.
Naruto never ceased to surprise innocent Hinata.
The requested kink was not only mind-baffling but it was one that she never knew couples partake in.
But Naruto wanted it, therefore, Hinata was going to grant it to him.
Embarrassed as she was, she was determined to pleasure Naruto however he liked.
The midnight blue-haired woman turned slowly to Naruto as she was held in his clutches, her left leg still outstretched.
She nodded, "O-Okay. I will do it, N-Naruto-kun."
Her answer certainly made Naruto's day.
He let her go in an instant while showering her with praises. He removed his hands from her leg and throat to instead rush to unbuckle his belt from his jeans, tugging it open to release his erection.
"Oh thank you, baby. Thank you so much." He praised over and over as he worked himself out of his underclothes, in the process, revealing his cock that sprung out of its confines with gusto.
His thick rod, which had an incredible length, tough skin, a gorgeously tan skin complexion, a mushroom-shaped tip, oozing with precum, and covered in an abundance of blue veins beneath, was completely shown to her and the car around them.
His cock was erect and twitching profusely, ready for action, and now aroused, Hinata was eager to gratify her boyfriend's monstrous companion without any hesitation.
But she didn't make a move before taking in her surroundings and peering out the window beside her to see whether there were any prying eyes.
There were none.
So she advanced.
Hinata seized the opportunity to remove her second sandal.
She took a deep breath before slipping her foot out of her right sandal, removing both shoes from her feet. The shoe landed softly on the floor of Naruto's car, where it was forgotten, much like her other sandal.
With a twist of her body, she then moved to face her boyfriend who bore holes into the side of her head, just watching her, as she prepared herself to pleasure him just as he had requested.
He watched as she hesitantly scooted her body closer to the armest with the help of her hands, lifting her legs to place her feet on his crotch, just over the car's arm rest. Her boobs jiggled throughout the entire duration and Naruto's hungry eyes watched the performance intently.
He moaned, bringing one hand forth to rub up her left leg, brushing his knuckles against her dress, "Mmm, that's my good girl. Don't be nervous."
Naruto nodded down to her feet which slumbered on his crotch, just over his slightly covered balls. He squinted his eyes at her, "Just go slow. There's no rush. Just cup your feet around my cock as you would your hands."
Naruto watched as Hinata nodded obediently before bringing her feet upward and around his cock, instantly sensing how hot his length was.
"L-Like this?"
Naruto groaned, pushing his pants even lower, "Yeah, just like that, baby." He hissed before nodding his head, "Now just run your feet up and down my cock."
Naruto's compliments gave Hinata a feeling of fulfillment, and she soon felt confident enough to brush the soles of her feet up and down Naruto's length.
Her toes ringed his flaming hot rod's shaft, his member rough and mushy to the touch. It sent tingles through her feet and up her body.
Hinata watched with satisfaction as her partner appeared to react to her foot-caressing almost immediately by releasing loud groans, and throwing his head back against his seat.
He opened his lips ever so slightly to release husky praises into the air, moans that always made her feel so good inside.
"Fuck yeah. That feels so fucking good, Hinata-chan. You're doing so well, holy shit." He moaned out, his blue eyes shifting down to her soft feet as they brushed up and down his length, pumping his cock as would her hands.
The thick covering that encased his rod moved in time with her steady movements, creeping up to cover the mushroom-shaped tip of his dick only to fall back down again.
Precum dripped down the sides of his cock like delectable ice cream spilling down the side of a cone.
Such a milky but sticky substance crossed paths with Hinata's feet as she brought them up and down Naruto's entire shaft, severely sullying her skin.
But Hinata didn't mind.
Hinata's blush persisted throughout as she massaged Naruto's cock with her feet, rolling her soft limbs back and forth against his cock, which seemed to quiver more and more as time passed.
Naruto gripped the arm rest beside him tightly, cursing to the roof of the car, "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Go faster, Hina. Faster."
An order was given to her and so, Hinata obliged, increasing the speed of her foot movements to grant Naruto even more pleasure. Up and down. Up and down.
Hinata was entirely into the foreplay at this point, totally into giving her boyfriend more and more pleasure. She didn't care how awkward or weird the situation was.
She was all in now.
Hinata licked her lips, keeping her lavender eyes rooted on her blonde lover's face. She took in every expression that gripped his handsome features.
She hummed in joy, "Mmm, you like this, Naruto-kun? You like the feel of my soft feet rubbing against the hard length of your cock?" Hinata moaned, "You like to be c-caressed like this?"
"Hell yeah. Keep that shit up." Naruto breathed through his teeth, "Ooh, just like that."
Hinata's brazen advances of pumping his cock with the soles of her soft feet made Naruto's eyes roll. Her feet felt like two soft cushions caressing every inch of his cock, and stimulating the sensitive nerves within it.
Hinata swayed her legs up and down, allowing her two feet to caress the bottom of his shaft all the way up to the very tip of him, where her toes tickled him.
At this point, the pleasure seemed to punch Naruto in the gut repeatedly. His entire body felt heavy as if a big cinder block were piled on top of him, weighing him down against the seat of his car.
His legs twitched, his entire body spasmed, his eyes rolled, and his teeth gritted in a fit of ecstasy.
He absolutely enjoyed every moment of experiencing the delightful foot job Hinata was giving him. He certainly wasn't expecting that outcome.
This was just an experiment he wanted to try, a way to relay all the vile fetishes that lurked deep inside his head and clawed at his brain, begging to be liberated.
His request was simply him attempting something new during intimacy, but he had no idea Hinata's feet would pique his sexual curiosity to the point where they succeeded in sexually stimulating him.
He never expected to be so affected by Hinata's footwork as he is today.
He desperately needs her to give him more foot jobs.
Something wasn't quite right with him, he knows. He totally blames his sexual predilections on Pervy Sage and his goddamn Icha Icha paradise books.
That man's mind was the embodiment of filth and Naruto has become enmeshed in a web of depravity from which he seemed unable to escape, merely from having Jiraiya as a teacher, and of course, by getting his hands on his erotic books.
He also blames Hinata as well for how fucking naughty he has become.
She's just so goddamn perfect—from head to toe.
Speaking of toes…
Naruto's enjoyment of her impressive foot massages was evident due to the way his groans grew louder and his spasms grew stronger over time.
His blue eyes rolled to the back of his head, a sight that earned him a giggle from Hinata.
"Are you about to c-cum, Naruto-kun?" Hinata let out another adorable giggle, "You're such a naughty boy."
"Ah fuck, yess! Hina, I'm g-gonna cum! I'm gonna-"
Naruto couldn't even let out another word before a loud, guttural howl escaped his lips and before he knew it, a burst of his hot white jizz spurted out of his dick and covered Hinata's feet, legs, the car's steering wheel, and his clothing.
His entire body spasmed like he was in the electric chair, his thighs shaking against his seat's edges. His dick trembled and swayed in Hinata's grip, squirting its essence like a damn sprinkler, sullying his car seats and their garments.
The naughty couple, however, were unconcerned.
After his high passed and his stream of sperm concluded, Naruto took heavy breaths in and out.
His stomach now felt achy, his breath expended, and his eyes blurry. His head felt like it was the size of a balloon, as the car seemed to spin around him.
He perhaps enjoyed that a little too much.
He was completely out of it but the soft touch of his girlfriend brought him back to reality.
Gently, she removed her feet from him to slip them underneath her, doing so to reach for Naruto's whiskered cheeks.
She cupped him, pulling herself forward to plant a kiss on his right cheek, listening as he moaned in delight.
"Mmm, how was that, Naruto-kun? Was that everything you wanted?"
Naruto nodded instantly, brushing his hand over the curve of her body to cup her ass through her dress, soon giving it a rough smack.
Hinata moaned, her body jolting forward.
Naruto then cupped her chin and drew her up to face him directly. She watched him lick his lips with her adorable lavender orbs, his eyes remaining dark blue but now completely glossy.
"Yes, that was absolutely fantastic, baby. I wish only now to reward you for your incredible performance, Hina."
Hinata nodded happily, "Yes please." The midnight blue-haired woman smiled, big and wide. Her legs trembled underneath her, "Oh thank you, Naruto-kun."
"Mmm, of course, baby." He hummed, leaning forward to press his lips gently against her lips, moaning when he sensed Hinata pull her head forward to kiss his own in return.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds before Naruto pulled back, only to chuckle.
He also nodded his head to the back of his car, "Well, shall we continue our fun in the back seat then, hm?"
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"Holy shit, fuck!"
"Yes, Naruto-kun, yes!"
Currently inhabiting the very rear of Naruto's vehicle, the couple partook their time solely fucking one another's brains out, a clear indicator that the two have officially unleashed their desires.
The two banged one another as though they were in bed, their moans and groans filling the car and threatening to pour out the windows around them.
Gripping Naruto's shoulders, Hinata was positioned propped over his slouched body, her bare feet pressed against the soft cushion of the seats on either side of Naruto's hips.
Naruto was seated in the middle of the rear seat, moaning and groaning his ass off due to Hinata's erotic performance of massaging his hard cock with her pussy walls.
Two cushion chairs were positioned directly alongside him, leaving plenty of room for Hinata to ride him to her heart's content.
She mewled as she pumped her hips up and down his shaft, experiencing his thick rod fill her to the brim, reaching areas within her she had never known existed.
Her entire body was consumed by pleasure and bliss, leaving her in a state that made her feel on top of the world.
She felt so good.
On the other hand, she was concerned that her eyes would become permanently misaligned as a result of how frequently they rolled and crossed.
But it's not like she had any control over herself. She could no longer control her own facial expressions.
Her ankles began to burn as she rocked her body up and down on Naruto's cock, enabling his angry tip to barge into her pussy and probe her insides.
She did her best to maintain a rhythmical seesaw motion, all the while providing them both with mind-blowing ecstasy.
Nonetheless, her head occasionally brushed against the smooth fabric of the car's ceiling, leaving Hinata with incredibly frizzy hair.
But that was the least of her worries.
Hinata let out a deep groan and began to writhe on top of Naruto, but she was unable to go anywhere due to the strong hands that were holding her waist.
Naruto tightened his grip on her pelvis, his attention fixed on his midnight blue-haired beauty above him, who steadily bounced her sexy body up and down on his lap, her tight pussy devouring his cock completely.
Her long hair brushed against his face at times, slipping along his chest on its way down her own body.
Her dress was still partially on her body, pushed down to hug her slender torso, her panties thrown to kami knows where inside the vehicle.
Her bra also had been removed, exposing her beautiful milky breasts, which flapped and smacked against her frame in unison with her vertical thrusts.
And at times, he'd sneak forward and pop one of her perky tits into his mouth, sucking each one like a newborn baby, frantically hoping to completely ruin his girlfriend.
It was working.
Her pussy walls began to tremble like never before as they hugged his cock for dear life, her juices spilling out of her gaping hole like a leaky faucet only to sully the seats below them.
Her moans began to grow louder, ringing in Naruto's ears which only made the situation all the more better for him.
He stroked his hands up and down her body, eventually opting to lower his limbs and seize her ankles. He folded them against the seats beside his hips, so she wasn't supported straight up on him anymore, but instead leaning entirely on his body.
Her bare feet brushed against the outer lining of his thighs as her legs slid underneath his spread legs below the seat.
Her body shifted forward slightly, and her ass bent at a perfect steep angle, just enough for him to….
Hinata only caught a glimpse of Naruto's dirty grin through her glossy eyes before the thick cock inside her accelerated its pace, accelerating to the point where it began pounding her core with all of its might.
Her lavender eyes shot wide, and she found herself leaping forward to wrap her arms around Naruto's neck, doing so at the very same time she orgasmed, cumming all over his shaft.
"Ooh kami, yes, yes!!" Hinata's moans jumbled up in her throat, a deep squeal soon breaking free, "Ahh, that feels sooo good-ahh!"
Naruto wrapped his arms around Hinata's hips, only to pull her dress back, revealing her gleaming, pale ass cheeks which wobbled quite profusely on his lap.
He watched their performance from the rearview mirror, his head tilted around his squealing girlfriend to look straight into the mirror aligned with his seated position far away.
His darkened blue eyes squinted as he watched Hinata's luscious pale asscheeks bounce up and down as a result of his cock's aggressive movement, smacking even louder than before against his hips.
He watched as his entire shaft disappeared and reappeared inside of her like magic in an instant.
He smirked a dirty smirk, before smacking both of her ass cheeks hard, just before squeezing them with his palms.
"Mmm, fuck. You like this, huh, Hina? You like when my cock pounds your naughty pussy?" Naruto granted Hinata's ass another smack, causing her body to jolt forward, "You like the feel of my cock tearing you apart?"
Another smack.
"Driving you mad?"
Another smack.
In desperation, Hinata breathed for air, crying out as her body was taken for a ride, justling and bouncing on Naruto's hips in a frenzy.
She clutched her boyfriend's neck tighter, leaning her head against his, "Yes!! I love it soo much, N-Naruto-kun!"
Her eyes rolled and a squeal escaped her parted lips as she felt Naruto's dick pound her g-spot, his tip repeatedly blasting straight at the tender area inside of her like a power drill.
She melted on his lap completely.
Hinata's legs shook, "Please!! Don't stop! D-Don't stop!"
"Oh, don't you count on that, baby."
Naruto thrust his hips up and down, only to collide with her own hips every second or so, eliciting a boisterous sound of flesh smacking against flesh in the car.
His balls slapped against her ass as his dick pounded her insides, flooding into her walls and ramming against her g-spot, womb, and, seemingly for her, her stomach.
He felt so deep inside her, it was hard to say just where his cock was thrusting. All she knew was that she just couldn't stop cumming.
She came yet again with a long drawn-out squeal where she rolled her eyes and bit her lip, her legs slowly but surely turning to jelly.
Her stomach burned, her thighs quivered and shook violently. Her ass was sore from Naruto's numerous hits, and her pussy was becoming extremely sensitive.
She was so sensitive that she soon grew to a point where she could no longer handle the force and intensity of Naruto's cock pounding her insides so brutally and repeatedly. She could no longer keep up with Naruto's incredible stamina.
She soon found herself grabbing Naruto's shoulders in a desperate attempt to hop off his cock and liberate herself from further simulation. She did so with a frantic shriek, her thighs twitching uncontrollably.
But Naruto wasn't gonna let her off of the hook so easily.
He flashed her a crooked grin before jerking his hands back, seizing her around the waist and effortlessly tossing her onto her backside, on the cushion seat next to him.
Hinata's body spasmed sporadically against Naruto's leather seats, her eyes were glossy, and her world seemingly spun. She was completely out of it, leaving her vulnerable to Naruto's devious plots.
He moved around on the seat in a quick stride, settling on his knees.
He yanked his hands forth to suddenly grab Hinata's legs, doing so to toss them wide open. He also moved her garment away from her lower area, revealing it to be a trembling, wet mess.
Naruto cursed, his delighted blue eyes drawn to the glossy pink perfection that lay between Hinata's spread legs. Her pussy lips were coated in her own secretions, which trickled down her thighs and spilled all over his leather seats.
Her pussy opening appeared to be gaping as a result of being filled by his well-endowed cock just seconds ago. Not only that, but her pussy was also twitching madly as if winking at him.
Naruto hummed, his sopping wet cock twitching in excitement between his thighs, "Fuck, you're so beautiful down here, baby." Naruto's blue eyes raised forth to instead take in all of the beauty below him, a beauty he wishes to continue to satisfy, "Mmm, every part of you is beautiful, Hina—just fucking breathtaking."
Naruto pulled two of his fingers forth to lick them with his slimy tongue, all the while keeping his gaze rooted on his squirming girlfriend, "Mmm, tell me, are you having fun, Hina?"
Hinata nodded weakly, "Y-Y-ahh!"
She couldn't even get her answer out before she felt the sudden rough intrusion of two thick fingers rush inside of her quivering pussy and a thumb rub against her clit.
Back and forth, Naruto drove his wet fingers in and out of Hinata's core, thrusting against her G-spot with full force.
And then, he watched her.
He watched as she squirmed in a frenzy, reaching out to grip the door frame behind her, sliding against the leather seat underneath her as her core was pumped to its limits.
She screamed, her legs trembling in the air, "Yes!! Oh kami, yes!! N-Naruto-kun!!"
"Yeah, that's right." Naruto pulled his free hand forward to clutch her throat, to keep her still, and muffle her moans.
"Scream my name."
"N-Naruto-kun! Ooh Naruto-kun!!"
The spiky-haired blonde snickered before giving his head a tilt, his murky blue eyes watching as his girlfriend came undone due to his hands, "Ahh, now go on. Tell me how much fun you're having."
"I-I'm having-gahhh!!!"
Naruto inserted another finger inside her and continued his furious pace back and forth, causing her to squirt her essence all over the place, contaminating almost everything in her proximity.
But Naruto didn't stop.
Naruto hummed in glee down at the tremendous look of ecstasy on Hinata's face. She was absolutely enjoying herself, her eyes rolled, her lips stretched wide, and her teeth gritted.
Her senses were dulled and susceptible, leaving only the emotions of pleasure and desire to have their way with her body.
All rationale was thrown out the window, leaving her to utter garbled words of unfettered passion.
Naruto found her state quite amusing.
He snickered in amusement, leaning his head down to grow closer to Hinata's mouth, "Aww, what was that, baby? I didn't quite catch that." He teased her.
Her lips trembled, her toes curling against Naruto's hips, "Yes!! I'm h-having f-f-fun, Naruto-kun!!!"
The spiky-haired blonde moved his hand from her throat to grope her right breast, justling it in his hold.
All the while, he kept pumping his three digits in and out of her core, which caused her juices to squelch and splash all over the place.
"Mmm, how much fun?"
"S-S-So much fun-ahh!!!"
Naruto laughed hysterically, "Careful, you're starting to sound quite naughty, Hinata-chan." Naruto's eyes gleamed, "I like that."
As soon as he growled those words, he curled his fingers inside of her and rocked his arm back and forth with a speed that completely silenced Hinata's moans, leaving her to instead choke on them.
Her mouth sprung open in reaction to the powerful orgasms that slammed into her body one after the other, but no sound could be heard from her.
She writhed and kicked her legs furiously against the seat, wriggling like an octopus, ultimately squirting her essence into the air like a hose.
"Oh kami! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!!"
That was the only thing her malfunctioning brain could command her lips to announce.
She squirts profusely, and Naruto watches the display in glee, quite delighted that Hinata was having a good time.
But, of course, he was having just as much fun.
He hummed as he watched Hinata spasm on his dripping wet fingers, twitching as she rode her climax all the way to the end.
Hinata was left a quivering mess, laying alone in her own juices, her pussy sensitive and raw yet satisfied.
Naruto chuckled at his girlfriend's insane state before lowering his head to drop a kiss on his lover's navel.
"Mmm, did you enjoy yourself, Hinata-chan?"
It took Hinata a moment to respond but she soon did, nodding her head.
"Y-Y-Y-Yes." She whispered and as a reward, she was granted a passionate kiss from her blonde boyfriend. His hefty frame hovered above her petite one before he lowered himself and pressed his lips against hers.
While he kissed her, he gently caressed her pussy between her extended legs, stroking her clit in delicate circular motions with four of his fingers. He did so to stimulate the pleasure nerves inside, to perhaps keep Hinata excited.
Hinata whimpered, her body jerking irregularly.
Naruto soon broke the kiss to smirk down at her, "Mmm, well that's good. I hope you've prepared yourself for another ride then, Hinata-chan."
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Notes:
A.N.
Back with another one, haha!
But this one featured a few additional kinks, including those that I've been wanting to write about—car sex!
Please bear with me as I admit that the foot fetish mentioned was only a small kink I wanted to experiment with at the time. You won't likely encounter this kink very regularly in this smut book. I simply wanted to dip my toes into it, hehe.
I have to say, it was hot—kinky hot—but hot. It feels great to finally get all of these smutty ideas out of my head and into written form. Now I can say with full confidence that I'm checking things off my bucket list and getting things done! It feels fantastic!
However, there are many more in store! So stay tuned if you're interested!
Remember to leave kudos and a comment. Tell me what you think in the comments, as well as any other ideas you have for me to write about!
I'll love to hear them! 💗
And, as always, I hope you enjoyed!
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 5: ❦Out Of Control❦
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Hinata attempts to take control in the bedroom only for it to end in a way that she certainly didn't expect…
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Bondage • Control • Cunnilingus • Dirty Talk • Dom/Sub • Explicit • Fingering • Finger Play • Foreplay • Husband/Wife • Intimacy • Kinky • Loss Of Control • Mature Content • Messy • Female Masturbation • Fight For Dominance • Multiple Orgasms • Naughty • Powerplay • Ownership • Oral Sex • Restraints • Roleplay • Sexual Suggestiveness • Squirting • Exhibitionism •
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Nothing but darkness filled a bedroom as a couple shared their night by pushing their intimate activities to their limits, touching base on a wilder side of sexuality.
Every single night, they immersed themselves more and more in the world of kinky intimacy.
Without a doubt, Naruto embraces it with open arms.
He wasn't afraid of a little pain, of being freaky, or of being as rough as he could with his wife as a means of breaking free from the chain of expectations that tied him and instead showering Hinata with all of his sexual desires.
In order to unleash the beast locked inside him.
Naruto was fine with it all.
When he's in control, that is.
But when Hinata was in control, he didn't know how to feel.
Enticed. Aroused. Enamored.
Or…
Angry. Bothered. Restrained.
He didn't know.
But nevertheless, he was always in such a state with Hinata—his emotions whipped into a frenzy.
A growl slipped straight through the cracks of his clamped teeth as he twisted his body side to side, tugging against the black rope that held his body down to a chair.
His arms were set just over the armrests of the cushioned chair he sat in. His wrists were firmly bound by rope that had been coiled three times around both of his limbs, tied tightly in knots.
His back was stiff, his body sweaty, and his meaty cock erect.
He sat in only gray boxers, which didn't hide the fact that he was highly aroused by Hinata's enticing little exhibition in front of him.
He gritted his teeth, forcing his wrists against the binds once more, "Damn it, Hinata-chan. You're such a fucking teas-"
"Shh-mm!"
Naruto's midnight blue-haired beauty rested totally on her backside on their plush bed. She was dressed in nothing except one of his big, cotton robes, which covered her entire backside and slipped down her curvaceous figure to settle beneath her.
Naruto's blue eyes focused on the motion between his woman's legs. He watched as Hinata pleasured herself in front of him, writhing in a mix of ecstasy and triumph on top of their disheveled bed.
Naruto watched, enraged, as Hinata reveled in agitating him, reveled in being as naughty as she pleased while her husband sat restrained.
Unable to do a single thing…
But watch her.
Hinata's long midnight blue hair was strewn across the bed in all directions. Her head was elevated slightly off the bed in order to align her eyesight with the blonde male who was positioned between her legs from a distance.
Her lavender eyes were squinted but fierce, like a sly cat while peering at Naruto from her snug posture.
She gave him a triumphant expression since she knew how difficult it was for Naruto to restrain himself as she played with her pussy in front of him.
She knew how badly he wanted to participate. But he can't.
He promised he wouldn't.
And she thought that was all the more enjoyable.
Steadily, Hinata writhed against their creaky bed, her enormous, creamy breasts bouncing up and down like two inflated balloons.
Her pink tits of temptation were perked and erect as if inviting Naruto to touch, lick, and suck until raw and sore.
Her plump, juicy hips jiggled as she steadily inserted and exited her middle and ring fingers inside of her wet sex, which oozed with silky cum.
More and more of her wet substance slipped out of her tight pussy hole as she inserted her fingers deep inside of herself, all the way down to the knuckle.
Naruto observed firsthand as her chest heaved, her toes curled, and her delicate voice let out a mixture of high-pitched squeals and protracted gasps of pleasure each time her fingertips slammed into her g-spot.
Hinata kept a steady tempo, rocking her fingers in and out of her insides while maintaining her legs spread. She kept them open to offer Naruto a front-row seat to her kinky little performance.
She moaned softly, rocking her head in ecstasy, "Oh yes, mmm! My f-fingers feel so good inside me, N-Naruto-kun!" She squealed out, yelling her pleas to the bedroom, to him.
Hinata revealed herself entirely to his restrained body which continuously moved in a frenzy in the chair it was strapped down to.
Hinata's moans were so beautiful to Naruto's ears, so fucking enticing, it made every part of him quiver in desire.
Her cries made the monster between his legs knock against his boxers in a frenzy, thickening, tightening, and hardening.
The sight of her giving her pussy rapid thrusts with her fingers clouded Naruto's brain, causing thoughts to tear free from his restraints and dominate his wife as he usually does to arise.
But if he does, he will be breaking the promise he made to Hinata, a pledge to allow her to be in control and thus, grow more confident in the bedroom.
Yet, as horny as he was, he wasn't sure how much longer he could remain put, watching without participating while his wife finger fucked that tight hole of hers, moaned sultry moans, and spasmed in ecstasy.
He couldn't do it.
The spiky-haired blonde yanked against his restraints again, gritting his teeth as the rope burned against his skin, "Hinata-chan, untie me now." Naruto pouted, throwing a mini temper tantrum in his seat, "I wanna play too."
"Mmm.." Hinata exhaled quietly before stopping the thrusting of her fingers, as well as the moist sound of flesh slopping around, bringing the raunchy noise in the room to a brief halt.
All that could be heard was the rattling of a chair.
But that was easily ignored.
Hinata removed her fingers from her cunt with a seductive sigh and Naruto watched as her hole quivered in response.
Hinata then drew her legs together and leaned forward, pulling herself up from the bed.
With his dark blue eyes glazed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his cock continually twitching in his underwear, Naruto observed his goddess of a wife as though in a daze.
He watched her as she pulled her sullied fingers toward him, showing off how much of her cum covered her digits.
Naruto's eyes traced the sticky, thick substance as it slipped down her fingers in a slow stride. His mouth watered at the sight.
Now standing, Hinata bit her lip seductively, waving her wet fingers back and forth in front of her husband's face.
She watched in amusement as he tracked her palm.
"Mmm, have you been a good boy, my love?"
"Yes, baby, yes." A deep, guttural moan slipped out of Naruto's mouth, "Please let me get a taste. Just a fucking taste, baby please."
"Oh? You want a taste of my pussy? Is that why you're so antsy?" Hinata pointed out with a giggle, soon yanking her fingers away from his face only to slip her sullied digits into her own mouth, consuming her essence directly in Naruto's presence.
Naruto's breath labored as he watched his wife drag her tongue back and forth across her fingers, inserting her soiled digits inside her mouth in an effort to consume the very essence Naruto desired to devour.
Hinata giggled at the look of pure shock on Naruto's face. It wasn't hard to see that she was having a blast being in control.
She experienced a sense of self-assurance, empowerment, and total unity. She was proud of every aspect of herself because of the accomplishment she achieved by successfully seducing her husband and getting his mighty friend between his legs erect and ravenous.
She was having so much fun.
Hinata gave Naruto a shrug, slipping her digits out of her mouth with a wet plop!
She shrugged, "Oh sorry, Naruto-kun. I'm just not convinced that you've been a good boy, that's al-"
"Oh, you'll regret that, Hinata-chan." Naruto's blue eyes darkened, "Fuck this. Your ass is mine."
Naruto flung his arms upward in one forceful yank, successfully snapping the rope that bound him, exposing how easy it was for him to break free.
And, like a lion freed from captivity, Naruto sprung out of his chair and lunged toward Hinata with a roar.
Hinata could only yelp before she was sent flying onto the bed by large hands and impacted by a force that practically knocked the air out of her lungs.
Her backside landed on the plush cushion of their bed, her body sprawled along it which was a position she was then restrained to remain in.
Having gained his freedom, Naruto loomed over Hinata before reaching out and grabbing both of her legs in a single motion, forcing her thighs back until her limbs reached her ears.
And given how flexible Hinata's body is, as Naruto has grasped, it completely cooperated with his maneuvers and allowed him a perfect view of her pretty pink pussy, which glistened with delectable secretions even in the darkness.
Hinata exhaled quickly as she observed her husband tilt his head, examining his wife's naughty pussy which seemed to twitch for him.
Now witnessing Hinata's pretty pink pussy up close was enough to make Naruto's mouth salivate. Hinata's vagina was still gaping given her fingers were just inserted inside, giving him a glimpse of her heaving walls, which were impatiently waiting to be pulverized.
Naruto licked his lips, casting a dark glint of lust up at his wife who was beginning to struggle with her breathing.
She watched as her husband narrowed his dark blue eyes at her, "Naughty, naughty wife I have, eh?" Naruto nodded his head down at the sopping wet mess that lay in between her legs, restrained in his hands, "Who told you to keep this pretty pussy away from me, hm?"
Hinata could only open her mouth, but before she could speak, she noticed her husband opening his mouth as well but for a different reason entirely.
Hinata couldn't say a single word as she watched as her blonde lover moved down, treading into the area that her parted legs disclosed.
Her quivering pussy.
Naruto invited Hinata's entire lower area into his awaiting mouth and his eyes rolled once he finally got a taste of her sweet cum.
Hinata's lavender eyes immediately rolled as she felt Naruto's wet, slimy tongue lick the most sensitive area of her body without showing her any mercy.
He flicked her sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue in rapid succession, tongued her tight cunt with ferocious head bobs, and sucked her pussy lips dry with his own lips.
He moaned as he carried on his sensual actions, a cacophony of sucking and slurping noises filling the space.
"Mmm, your pussy tastes so sweet, Hinata-chan, so fucking good." Naruto took a pause in his words to suck against her pussy lips a bit harder, even going as far as rocking his head side to side.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and soon he let her glistening lower lips free with a wet plop!
Naruto shook his head in astonishment, his blonde bangs covering his murky blue eyes, "Fuck, I can eat you out like this all damn night." He whispered with those damp lips of his before diving back in to devour his wife's core whole.
Hinata squealed, "Ooh, Naruto-kun! Your tongue feels so good! I f-f-feel like I'm losing m-my mind!"
Hinata jerked forward, her hand burying itself in the bush of blonde hair in front of her as a reaction to the strong spasms that rushed through her entire body.
Her head was bent back so she could cry out to the ceiling, proudly proclaiming the wonderful sensations her husband was providing her.
It wasn't long before her rabid husband made her squirt all over the place, cumming in a matter of seconds.
But she knew that was not the only time she would be doing so tonight.
Maintaining her legs spread by his large hands, Naruto brought his head back only to spit a wad of saliva directly onto her throbbing slick, coating her pussy even more with wet secretions.
He then slipped forward to open his mouth wide to give her entire pussy a long lick, watching as her pink pussy lips quivered and shook against his slimy tongue.
A string of spit slipped from her lower area to connect with his tongue, a sight that aroused Naruto even further.
He let out a growl, bringing one hand away from her extended legs to reach forward. He gave her right breast a quick but rough slap, "You like that, huh? You like it when I eat you out, my naughty girl?"
He gave her left breast a smack, rocking his wrist downward.
He then watched as her breasts jiggled in response and as Hinata writhed along the bed, yelping and whimpering underneath his body.
She breathed shakily, her toes curling in the air, "Y-Yes! Oh yes, N-Naruto-kun! I love it!"
"Mmm." Naruto gave her right breast another smack, groaning under his breath, "Love what, huh?"
"Wh-When you lick me!-"
Another smack.
"Lick you where? Tell me!"
"M-My pussy. I love it when you lick my pussy—when you eat me out, Naruto-kun!"
Another smack was given to her breasts causing them to jiggle like crazy, her glistening chest steadily heaving.
Naruto grinned, a triumphant grin, "Now that's my girl."
Naruto's hands reached for Hinata's hands, only to draw them forth, and forcefully wrap them around her own legs, "Hold your sexy legs open for me, baby. I have to teach this naughty pussy of yours a lesson."
Hinata complied quickly, wrapping her arms around her thighs to grip her legs tight, keeping them spread wide.
"Y-Yes, N-Naruto-kun."
"Good girl."
Naruto pulled his attention back down to her pussy and gave it a sudden smack with the palm of his hand, erupting a jolt of pain to rush through Hinata's entire body.
She whimpered, her body trembling from the feel of her sensitive pussy receiving a hit from her husband.
Her trembling was exacerbated when she felt the quick penetration of two thick fingers and a warm hand press against her crotch.
In that moment, Naruto set his hand horizontally along her shaved crotch, just over her pelvis, and below her navel, to keep her hips pressed down to the bed.
Now with his fingers, he rapidly finger fucked her insides with rapid thrusts which instantly caused more and more of her juices to spill out of her.
Hinata squealed in joy, rocking her head back against the bed, "Ooh yes!!! N-N-Naruto-kun!! Yes!!"
Extreme bodily convulsions tore Hinata apart as Naruto's thick fingers pounded her g-spot into submission, considerably outpacing her previous speed when she was pleasuring herself.
Her breath was taken away by the ferocity and speed of his fingers seeping in and out of her.
Her eyes were constantly rolling and crossing in ecstasy as Naruto's thick fingers crashed against the entrance of her womb, struck her g-spot, and brushed against her tight walls with extreme force.
Naruto's touch caused her entire world to melt away, her vision to blur with black patches, and her brain to turn to mush.
Her legs quivered, threatening to close on Naruto's hands but she remained obedient, keeping her legs wide.
Naruto chuckled in delight upon feeling Hinata's inner walls quiver against his moving fingers and the ferocious sound of her love juices splashing and squelching about.
His right arm flexed as he moved it back and forth, the blue veins beneath his skin revealing themselves as a result of his rigorous exertion.
The blonde male whipped his head back up to take in the ecstasy on his wife's face.
He grinned at what he saw.
"Mmm, fuck yeah. You look so beautiful taking my fingers like that." His blue eyes trailed down to her extended legs which quivered due to his actions.
He licked his lips, "Fuck, you're so obedient, keeping your legs spread for me—kami, you're so goddamn perfect."
"N-Naruto-kun!!" Hinata's face flushed red due to her husband's dirty talk, her head swinging forward to lock eyes with him, noticing how murky and dark his blue orbs were as he peered down at her.
She shook her head, her lips spread apart, teeth gritted, and eyes teary, "I-I-I'm about to c-cum. Y-Y-You're going to make me c-cum!"
"Then cum! Cum all over my fingers. Let it all fucking go!"
"Ooh kamiii!"
Hinata flopped her head back down on the bed as she felt Naruto speed up the thrusting of his fingers, so now she could no longer sense when she exited her.
She always felt him.
Her lavender eyes rolled, and it wasn't until then that she felt the cord inside of her snap and she came yet again, cumming all over Naruto's fingers and their blankets underneath her.
And then, like a rabid beast, Naruto charged forward to lick up everything she had to offer, closing his eyes in order to enjoy her delicious cream slip all over his taste buds and rejuvenate him.
And while he continuously lapped at her highly sensitive flesh, he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, to help Hinata ride her climax to the very end.
But his actions totally drove Hinata mad.
Hinata's predicament became much more difficult to manage as Naruto suddenly drove his fingers straight out of her opening with a wet plop, only to spread her open wide.
With those sopping wet digits of his, he moved them forth to separate her pink pussy lips, leaving her throbbing clitoris exposed to his insatiable tongue.
Hinata instantly saw stars once she felt Naruto's tongue once more flick against her sensitive clit. His slimy tongue was so hot to Hinata's clit that it caused the bundle of sensitive nerves to buzz and wobble uncontrollably, flooding Hinata's body with bliss comparable to narcotics.
Hinata's stomach tightened immensely, her legs trembled frantically, and her toes curled as hard as they could as she was hit with numerous waves of ecstasy.
Such feelings were beginning to grow too much.
But Hinata rejoiced in such painstaking bliss, the emotions that accompanied her husband's dirty activities bringing a mix of pleasure and pain to her body that tore her apart so good.
Hinata cried out, wriggling along the bed, messing up the bed sheets further, "Ahh! Yes, Naruto-kun!!! Mmm, right th-there!" A whine slipped from Hinata's lips, her body squirming side to side upon the bed.
"Ooh! I-It feels s-so good when you lick me there!"
"Hm?" Naruto shifted his head back, away from his wife's lower area to furrow his brows up at her. All of his naughty endeavors came to an abrupt halt, depriving Hinata of feeling any pleasure at all.
After all, the blonde male was quite unsatisfied with Hinata's response.
Naruto wrinkled his nose at his frowning, heaving wife, "There? Lick you wher-?"
Before Naruto could finish, however, Hinata corrected herself in a frantic scream, in an effort to persuade her husband to continue pleasuring her; to continue sensually dominating her, as she so desired.
"M-My clit! I love it when you lick my clit, Naruto-kun!" Hinata cried out submissively, "Please, please don't stop!!"
Naruto moaned in approval before bringing his head forward once more, pressing his thumbs deeper into her flesh to keep her pink lower lips spread.
"Hmm, now that's what I like to fucking hear."
Naruto kept his eyes rooted on his crying lover as he resumed dominating her vulnerable clit, stroking it back and forth with the tip of his tongue without even a hint of mercy.
He groaned as his tongue's tip repeatedly stroked against her meaty clit, the poor bud wobbling back and forth like jello in response.
The horny blonde found it to be a very humorous sight. The obvious, physical impact he had on his wife—being the one who made her scream and her body tremble like never before—only made him wish to further mess her up.
He wanted to see her tip over the edge.
As a result, he made the sudden decision to startle Hinata by advancing his head and opening his lips wide to welcome her throbbing bud inside his mouth, welcoming the sensitive flesh into a world of intense heat.
Hinata came right on the spot.
Her glossy, lavender eyes rolled to the back of her head and she squirted again, releasing her essence into Naruto's gaping mouth with sobs.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!!!"
"Mmm. Such a pretty fucking clit you have, Hina. Always ready to play." The husky blonde moaned against her quivering flesh, joining in with his wife's moans.
Both Naruto and Hinata moaned together in ecstasy, shouting their delight into the room as a result of one another's deeds.
Their voices blended together like a continuous song, echoing out and slipping through their bedroom walls and windows.
Hinata let out numerous shaky whimpers, now plagued by a constant tremor but even still she kept a tight grip on her thighs.
She looked down where her husband slumbered in between her legs, his dark eyes staring back at her as he carried on feasting on her cunt which was all wet and sore because of him.
Now somewhat calm, she truly wanted to address something. Something important.
She bit her lip briefly, "N-Naruto-kun, this i-is fun and all. B-But this is not what we planned for tonight. I-I thought we agreed-"
Naruto leaned back to lick his soaking wet lips, coated heavily with his wife's sweet cum. But even as he consumed the last remnants of his wife off of his person, he couldn't stop a grin from sliding across his whiskered face.
He knew exactly what Hinata was hinting at.
"I know what we agreed on, Hinata-chan. But can't a man change his mind?"
"B-But, you promised I would-"
"Another day, Hinata-chan. I'm afraid I cannot bring myself to carry on with our promise." Naruto pouted, "Please forgive me but I’m just so fucking…."
Naruto nodded down to his bulging erection in his boxers, giving Hinata a pout.
He watched as she rolled her glossy lavender eyes, grinning down at her husband who only gave her a shrug.
She pulled one hand forth to playfully rustle his blonde hair, "Oh you perv. That's just not fair. I wanted to be in control tonight."
It was Hinata's turn to pout, "You're always in control."
A naughty grin crept up on the whiskered male's face on that note.
Naruto took a stand.
"Oh don't pout, baby. You still can be in control. You want to feel more pleasure, right? You want to cum more?"
Hinata nodded wildly.
Hinata watched with a blush as her husband gave his pointer finger a spin, signaling for her to turn around.
"Well, why don't you turn around and give me a nice view of that pretty ass of yours. I'll guarantee pleasure is just what you'll get, babe."
Hinata instantly obliged, allowing herself an entire night of pleasure, which ultimately led to her cumming more; cumming thanks to Naruto's tongue and, eventually, his cock.
Although the evening didn't go precisely as she had hoped, she would certainly remember it and learn a great deal from it.
Next time, she'll just have to restrain Naruto much more tightly.
Notes:
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Well, I'll say that this smutty chapter was much shorter than the fewer ones I've already posted.
But, knowing that, how do you feel about this particular smut story, hm?
Hot? Sexy?
How do you feel about Hinata wanting to be in charge during intimate acts in the bedroom? It has a different feel to what I usually write.
Normally, Naruto is the dominating, assertive, and confident one who calls all the shots in the bedroom, and Hinata is the one who follows, but as you can see in this chapter, it is different.
A very slight difference.
Because ultimately Hinata's dominant roleplay gave way and Naruto regained control, haha! The display of the two fighting for dominance is so thrilling, I can't help but love it.
You can tell Hinata enjoys being in command, but she doesn't know how to fully sustain it so that her companion actually obtains and so obeys the message she's giving.
It was fun while it lasted for her, haha!
But I can't promise that things will be the same for her in the next smutty chapter. Only there, will you see Hinata in a whole new way.
In a more dominant and even scarier way. Yikes, haha!
I'm very excited to update it and present it to you all.
But, in the meantime, be sure to leave kudos and a comment!
Tell me your thoughts and ideas! I would really appreciate it! 💗
Hope you enjoyed!
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 6: ❦Naughty Boy❦
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Naruto needed her, in ways he found hard to explain to anyone.
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Notes:
Mind the tags. Mind the warnings. You are not obligated to read if you do not like what's listed.
Read at your own risk.
Don't forget to comment and leave kudos. 🖤🖤
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"Fuck! Shit! Oh, Mistress! Mistress!!"
A big, dismal chamber was filled with loud, manly yells and the slap of a whip, sounds that threatened to escape through the walls and pervade every corner of the house.
Naruto found himself receiving a series of violent whippings from his seductive mistress while blindfolded and bound by a black rope to a bed.
The whip being used was one that looked as if it were manufactured from hell itself.
Fully covered in thick, hefty leather, all-black, and in his mistress's lethal grasp.
A trio of figures that embodied true suffering.
The present whip possessed multiple individually produced leather strings tied to the ends like tentacles, and they all crashed against his flesh at once, sending ripples of searing anguish throughout his entire body.
On the other end of these threads, there was a thick base or leather handle that could be tightly grasped and used to weave, swing, and whip as desired. This particular handle also allowed the whip to be maneuvered so that any nearby victims would be struck by all of the string bundles in one single swing.
Naruto's mistress has decided to use a flogger whip on him tonight.
Naruto's entire body was completely exposed, devoid of any clothes, and left vulnerable and exposed to the piercing lavender eyes that shone down on him like a looming giant.
His body lay on his back, arms spread apart from himself, and legs lying only inches apart on the black blankets of the creaky bed underneath him.
His hands were bound in rope, which was employed to encircle the wooden bed posts over his head. He was further restrained by an additional rope wrapped around his ankles and attached to the bed posts at the bottom of the mattress, near his feet.
In the course of his protracted imprisonment, Naruto discovered that the rope had grown unbearably tight due to the intricacy of the initial knots his mistress had fashioned around his limbs.
The rope had become so tight against his skin that he felt his blood circulation was cut off, causing his limbs to fall numb and turn bluish in color.
The tight rope also began to rip into his skin, leaving enormous red marks, dark blue bruises, and searing burns to blemish his tanned complexion; a mere display of how brutal his mistress truly was.
Sweat beaded down his face, saturating his blonde spiky hair, which clung to his forehead and whiskered cheeks like glue, remaining immobile.
More sweat dripped down his chest, eventually coating his entire body in a glimmer of gloss. However, the acidic components in his sweat merely served as intrusions, since they merely dripped along his wounds and acted as an additional factor that triggered his pain receptors.
Thus, causing him to experience even more pain and discomfort.
He couldn't seem to escape those two emotions.
Even worse, he could feel those piercing lavender eyes rooted on him from above, even though his eyesight was obscured by the blindfold covering them.
Such a commanding and menacing stare kept him submissive and obedient, rooting him completely still against the bed to feel every single lashing inflicted on him by his sadistic mistress.
His body trembled, jumped, and flailed as his midnight blue-haired mistress slammed her leather whip repeatedly down on the very anterior portion of his entire body.
Over and over and over again.
Each hit was unpredictable.
Each time, the force of such hits seemed to double, triple; increasing in strength and velocity.
Even the whip's sound was frightening to the blindfolded blonde male. The whip cracked through the air, whooshing about, just to strike his flesh with a tremendous smack!
Naruto was struck at multiple locations along his sculpted body, which flexed and heaved, marred and strewn with scarlet bruises of varying sizes.
His arms, chest, pecs, stomach, thighs, legs, and even his crotch.
Everywhere was struck and punished by Hinata's whip.
His muscles became more and more tense during the duration of time, causing his limbs to push even harder against the rope that was keeping him bound. More pain was afflicted, resulting in soreness and tension, yet more sensations he had to deal with.
Along his powerful biceps and arms, even his blue veins bulge out from beneath his skin.
Truly, his entire body felt like it was on fire.
And he loved it.
Naruto was whipped nice and raw by his lovely mistress, and all the while, he could only scream, groan, and moan in an amalgam of pleasure and pain.
As he was struck again, this time on the left thigh, Naruto's entire body involuntarily launched forward, rising from the bed like a mummy from its tomb.
Naruto's taut flesh jiggled as a result of the whip's severe impact.
A horrible red mark was left behind.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
A very wicked chuckle escaped his mistress's lips, an eerie sound that shot chills down Naruto's entire body before terminating in his groin, which was pleading for attention.
Hinata licked her dark-red lips that were covered in matte lipstick, "Oh what a receptive slave I have. Your body is responding just the way I like it to—your screams and all." The midnight blue-haired mistress hummed in absolute delight, bringing her toy forth to run her fingers through its strands.
"It's most delightful, slave."
Hinata, the blonde male's one and only mistress, stood above him in a long satin robe and black stilettos, absolutely exposed beneath her shroud.
Her robe did not conceal her nakedness beneath; rather, the fabric seemed to draw attention to and accentuate it by slipping down the sides of her tall, but curvaceous frame.
Hinata flaunted her huge, impressively sized breasts in pride, which could put any woman to shame. Her breasts were especially memorable because they were quite renowned in the industry in which she worked.
All natural, Double D breasts.
They were the key to tempting any man and exploiting any female's insecurities.
Throughout the duration of her playtime with her slave, her round breasts jiggled wildly, every time she moved forward, poised to hurl her hand downward and strike her bound slave with all of her might.
Her pale body, like her jittery slave, was coated in a sensuous sheen of sweat, devoid of all hair, accentuated by muscles and luminous skin.
Her physique was killer, with contours that could beguile a man with a single glance and entrap him in her grasp with a single touch—no, a single taste.
She had a callipygian posterior—a plump, voluptuous ass that revealed its curves proudly through her robe.
Oddly, with a woman with so much ass, she had a little but curvy waist, lush thighs, a svelte six-pack, and a slender backside.
Not to mention she had two huge, creamy breasts, pink perky nipples, and a pussy that was the finest shade of pink, shaved, skilled, and always ready for a good time.
She was every man's dream.
However, Hinata had one very distinctive quality that distinguished her greatly from other females.
She was a mistress.
A dominant.
She did not fit the stereotype of a woman who was willing to submit to any man in the bedroom. She wasn't the kind of woman who worshiped others; instead, she was the object of worship.
Like the goddess that she was, she expected her slaves to obey her commands without question; without fail or hesitation. She desired her slaves to prostrate themselves and kiss her beautifully sculpted body from head to toe; to appreciate all that she is.
She desired total command over and ownership of her slaves. Every. Single. Part.
To put that into perspective, Hinata was literally the blood that flowed through her slaves' veins, the nerves that connected to their brains, and the very air that they breathed.
She was the commander, and her slaves were her minions, tasked with pleasing her in whatever way they could.
And now her finest and most cherished slave was putting on the performance of his life.
Just for her.
Hinata licked her lips in glee, humming deeply underneath her breath as she draped her eyes over her obedient blonde slave, taking in all he had to offer.
From head to toe.
The bound body that lay before her could only be described as one of pure perfection, one of true magnificence due to the male's perfectly sculpted muscles and sun-tanned flesh; two attributes she loved to lick with her tongue and scratch the fuck out of with her nails.
Naruto's blonde hair was scruffy and unruly, but it offered plenty of length and volume for her to grip and yank during playtime.
Hinata frequently used his hair as a leash, taking a fistful of his blonde strands and dragging Naruto wherever she pleased.
And he always followed her, presumably on his knees, gazing up at her like a lost puppy with those glistening blue orbs of his that she favored gazing into.
When it came to suffering, Naruto Uzumaki was a glutton for punishment. He never seemed to break or give up despite her harsh penalties.
He was a true masochist, constantly pleading with her to destroy him, rip him apart, and use him, in order to win her favor and see her lavender eyes glaze over with delight and admiration.
Naruto always longed to impress his mistress, to go the extra mile and do what her other slaves couldn't do—obey her every command.
Mmm yes, Naruto was Hinata's perfect little slave.
She loved him to death.
The midnight blue-haired mistress tilted her head oddly slow, soaking her whimpering slave right up with her lavender eyes.
She couldn't lie that she absolutely adored seeing her slave writhe along her bed, all naked, bound tightly, bruised, and screaming out for her.
She couldn't stop the wicked grin from tugging at her lips, nor could she prevent the love juices from trickling down her thighs.
She moaned a sultry moan, "Oh yes, I love it when you moan like that, my little pet. It makes my pussy so wet!" Hinata declared with another lewd moan.
"Mmm, I can hardly contain myself."
Hinata then opted to rock the whip across Naruto's body, allowing the cords to lightly slap at his sore flesh. She watched as he flinched repeatedly, tensing up in response.
A sinister smirk crept across her pale face, "Mmm, I want you to scream my name, pet." Hinata's lavender eyes gleamed darkly, "I want everyone on this entire block to know who you've submitted everything to. I want everyone to know who owns you."
Naruto acted right away. He obeyed Hinata's order and spoke by opening his mouth.
"M-Mistress!!"
Another strike was applied to Naruto's body, but Hinata decided to strike his right pec, just over his throbbing nipple.
And she watched him, keeping an eye on him in the darkness as he threw his head back against the bed and groaned, long and deep, like a feral animal.
"Mmm, fuck yeah! Thank you, mistress! Thank you so fuahh-!!"
Another strike.
Another scream.
Hinata's icy lavender eyes narrowed a bit at her slave's incompetence, "I did not ask for your gratitude, pet. I ordered for you to scream my name."
"Mistress-!!!"
"I said my fucking name!"
Another strike.
"Hinata-sama! Hinata-sama!!!
Hinata let out a satisfied sigh as a result of her slave's achievement in yelling her name at the top of her lungs in response to her commands. She only then made the decision to cease her lashing and instead drag her toy along Naruto's chest, allowing the leather whip's strings to tickle his flesh.
She tilted her head once more, allowing her impressively long hair to drape over her shoulder, falling down her body as her robe did.
"See, that wasn't so hard, right?" She asked the blindfolded male below her, who panted like a dog, whiskered cheeks flushed, sweaty blonde hair slipping over his blindfold, and his usual tan body now radiating in a bright red glow.
He looked absolutely delicious to Hinata.
She truly wanted to eat him.
Naruto cleared his airway by swallowing a massive quantity of saliva. However, swallowing caused his throat to bulge and his adam's apple to wobble.
"No, it wasn't, Hinata-sama. I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't follow your orders c-correctly the first time." Naruto breathed out into the air, within his dark hazy world, his vision still heavily obscured.
So he instead used his sense of hearing and touch, to engage with his mistress.
"Please forgive me, Hinata-sama."
Hinata clicked her tongue, one eyebrow raising down at her slave, "Oh, you are sorry, that much is true. I expect you to give me what I want without fail or hesitation, slave. That means I want it all done correctly the very first time." Hinata smacked the whip lightly on Naruto's navel, prompting the blonde to tense up.
The whip's cords spread apart along his body, showering him with tickling sensations.
"Do you understand me, pet?"
"Yes, Hinata-sama."
"Mmm, very good, my little play toy."
Hinata examined the damage that she had done to Naruto's body with her eyes while tickling his flesh with her toy, following the motion of back and forth.
Naruto shuddered from the severe tingly sensations he felt.
Hinata hummed, dragging her stern lavender eyes from her slave's highly bruised body to set her attention back on his face.
"To earn my forgiveness, I now demand your gratitude, slave." Hinata voiced, "For all that I have showered you so far tonight, what must you say to your mistress, hm? What do you have to say for whipping a masochistic freak like you? For relieving that abhorrent ache inside of you?"
While wriggling his arms against his restraints, Naruto quickly blurted out his response once more.
For the entire time, he has been holding back from praising his mistress, from revealing how happy he was, for her whipping him with her toy, marrying his flesh, gracing him with her attention; gazing down at him with those lovely lavender orbs of hers.
The fact that he could finally praise his mistress now, just as she deserves, made him the happiest man on earth.
Naruto bit his lip, trying to keep his rowdy emotions restrained but he was beginning to slip.
"Oh thank you, my sexy mistress. Thank you, thank you! Thank you!" Naruto shouted at the top of his lungs, screaming to the ceiling like a madman.
"Thank you for whipping a fucking masochistic slut like me. I w-want more-"
"Ah! Is that an order? Is that greed I'm sensing?" Hinata's eyes darkened, "Ungratefulness?"
Hinata's voice dropped an octave, becoming harsh and frigid, with no trace of humor in her tone, due to Naruto's slip-up.
At that moment, Hinata's whip-teasing came to a stop, leaving Naruto confused and quite fearful.
Naruto couldn't sense Hinata's presence any longer, leaving him to wonder what she was going to do next, and where she had gone. He was now vulnerable, only left to writhe like a pathetic worm underneath her gaze, as she plots to punish him due to his careless blunder.
He could only pout in his error, now with the realization that he had truly overstepped his bounds.
Oops.
Naruto swallowed, dissatisfied with himself for demanding his mistress for more than he deserved.
He was getting too comfortable. Too excited.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the severe power of a shoe heel crashing on his abdominal region, causing a startling ache to arise in his body.
Naruto let out a choked cry, his body sinking into the bed as he experienced his mistress's fury, her leg propped high so she could squish the shit out of his body with her heel.
She stared down at him, eyes narrowed and fixated, head tilted downward, and her nose wrinkled.
She looked down at him as if he were a small bug whose only purpose was to be squashed.
Naruto found himself quite grateful he wasn't able to see the major disappointment on his dominatrix's face.
But Naruto's wishes were not granted as Hinata startled him yet again by reaching forward and tugging the blindfold from his eyes, restoring his vision.
He only experienced a brief sense of relief, though, before a harsh hand drove across his tan cheeks, slapping the positive emotions straight out of his body.
He whined in relation.
Naruto's whiskered cheek was blazing hot and red in hue, his head jerking to the right by such a vicious slap. However, only fingers with sharp, red-colored nails managed to catch his cheeks, gripping them tight.
The blonde slave was startled back to face the gorgeous but...unsettling woman standing over him who currently possessed a deadly glint in her eye.
His blurry vision was filled with a being that was both beautiful and terrifying, one that aroused in him both desire and fear.
The blonde male's body trembled as he struggled to comprehend the variety of emotions that were currently wreaking havoc on his body.
Naruto stared into the eyes of his mistress, head lifted off of the bed, cheeks squished harshly, causing breathing to become incredibly difficult for him. Also, the shoe of his precious dominatrix was still driven deep into his stomach, threatening to puncture his very being.
But he marveled wholeheartedly at such feelings of discomfort, not to mention the privilege of marveling at his gorgeous mistress with his eyes.
Hinata raised an eyebrow down at him, "I must say, it's always fun to riddle your body with bruises, to see you writhe and shake due to my toys, screaming out my title, over and over. But I'd say, you indeed deserve something more, don't you think? Something that will truly make you..." Hinata licked her lips enticingly slowly.
Naruto's blue eyes followed her tongue, groaning underneath his breath.
".....break."
Naruto nodded wildly, his erection twitching maniacally, "Yes, mistress. Please break me. Do as you please. I want it-!"
"Of course you do. I should've noticed this sooner. You're a tough cookie to crack and I have come to understand that a simple whipping won't do nothing more than turn you on. You need something that'll up the scales. Something that'll really turn you inside out."
Hinata paused to click her tongue.
She hummed under her breath as she brought her free hand forward to tap her chin.
For a few seconds, she kept quiet to heighten the tension while she considered how to effectively tear apart her slave.
Naruto, no longer blindfolded, gazed in expectation and admiration at his master's magnificence, his blue eyes glistening in the darkness as he inspected the goddess who stood over him, displaying her everything.
He swore he couldn't keep his jaw from gaping, his mouth salivating as he slipped his eyes into the wide cracks of Hinata's unclasped robe. And just like that, Hinata's killer figure and gorgeous folds and curves drew Naruto into a trance, dominating his entire world.
Naruto ran his tongue along his dry lips quickly, gulping once more. 'Shit, shit, shit, Hinata-sama is so fucking hot! Holy fuck!'
Once more, his dick twitched.
Suddenly, Hinata let out a gasp, her lips soon morphing into a naughty grin.
She lowered her head to look down at her slave, whose deep blue eyes gazed back at her in desperation.
Hinata gripped Naruto's chin tighter, "Oh I know just the thing, pet." With those words, Hinata yanked Naruto's chin, releasing her tight grip on it before removing her leg away from Naruto's stomach.
But she didn't remove it completely.
She stared into his soul as she slowly began to creep her heel further down his body. The sharp end of her shoe scraped across his flesh, leaving a thin, vertical scratch along his stomach.
While gritting his teeth to deal with the discomfort, Naruto watched in horror and anticipation as his mistress carried out a plan that he was unaware of.
Right now, he was completely oblivious and helpless.
Two factors that can be regarded as the ultimate type of imprisonment.
Hinata guided her heel farther down Naruto's stomach, stopping only by his distinct V-line, only millimeters away from his throbbing dick. While intensely perspiring, the blonde submissive watched his mistress's every move, quite fearful.
"Mmm, how well did you say you could take pain, hm?" Hinata asked as she bent her knee to tap Naruto's pelvic region with her heel.
Naruto's eyes widened slightly as he felt his mistress's heel draw just a few inches away from his sensitive groin, clearly intending to step on him.
His lips trembled, "I-I c-can take p-pain really well, mistress. B-But n-not-"
"Well then! You wouldn't mind if I submitted your-" Hinata guided her heel forward to nudge his enraged member with the front of it, causing it to wobble, "cock to a little pain, would you?" Hinata guided her foot down further to also nudge his bulging testicles, lying attached to his wobbling member.
"What about your balls? What do you say if we stir things up, hm?"
Hinata moaned, brushing her hair away from her cheeks with one hand, "Are you up for some real fun, slave?"
Naruto's eyes widened even further, genuine panic found on his face as he assessed the situation, absorbing his mistress's icy questions.
The blonde submissive was taken aback, rather terrified, by the horrid request his mistress was asking of him.
Naruto was a pain slut, he must admit but he knew exactly what his mistress was hinting at, at this very moment.
She wanted to step on him with those killer heels of hers.
But he found himself too frightened to engage in that sorta playtime.
He was far too afraid for his dick.
So reluctantly, he shook his head, turning his mistress's request down. He also chuckled nervously, squirming on the bed, "H-H-Hinata-sama, y-you don't have to resort to those extremes. I-I-I don't think-"
"You don't think what? But, hun, didn't you say you could take pain? Or…" Hinata's lavender eyes gleamed darker, "are you just all talk?"
Naruto's chest heaved when he watched as his mistress lifted her leg above his body with ease, lined up just where his cock was positioned, erect and throbbing.
Despite his urgent pleas, Naruto whimpered at the sight of his mistress carrying through her plans.
In a panic, he began squirming like a lunatic along the bed, jerking his body left and right in a frenzy. The bed creaked and banged against the wall, the rope squeaked, and the bedposts wobbled in relation to his rabid movements.
Naruto wiggled against his bonds, only to discover that his efforts were meaningless.
His entire body was shackled to the bed, his limbs bound and useless. He couldn't do anything, which exacerbated his worry.
He was on the verge of having a panic attack.
His respiration rate rose, and he began hyperventilating, "Mistress, mistress, please! H-Hinata-sama, please don't do this to me! Anything but that-!"
Hinata gave her heaving slave a crooked grin, "No. This'll do."
And with that, Hinata lifted her leg high only to lower it, intending to drive the sharp end of her heel squarely into his dick, to stomp on the most sensitive part of his body with all her strength.
Naruto screamed in terror, closing his eyes firmly in preparation for an agony he'd never felt before to seize his entire body. He waited for his mistress's stomp to make an impact, triggering the nerves in his dick to react and go absolutely haywire.
He waited in fright for her to cripple him.
But he felt nothing.
A soft thud was heard, and the bed sheets shifted underneath him, causing Naruto to open his eyes, blink, and survey his surroundings.
But when he realized that his mistress had not actually driven her heel into his dick but rather onto the bed sheets, in between his widen legs, relief filled his entire body, no, his soul.
Naruto let out a sigh of consolation, which was a sight that Hinata found absolutely hilarious.
She threw her head back and laughed, pressing one hand on her chest. Her voice, full of confidence and vitality, echoed from her gaping red lips, filling Naruto's ears and the entire dark room surrounding them.
"Oh, dear! It's always a lot of fun to tease you, my sweetheart. I gotta say, it's pretty entertaining to see you shake, wriggle, and cry for your precious dick not to be squashed." Hinata's laughter grew louder, her shoulders trembling, "Goodness, I just can't stop laughing."
Naruto chuckled nervously as a method to cope with the aftershock of terror he was feeling.
But, as he did so, he looked back at his mistress, puzzled, gazing at her as she laughed her ass off as a result of his suffering, exhibiting her sadistic side once more.
Additionally, Naruto had to confess that he was pleased to see his mistress happy, with that beautiful grin on her face that he adored, displaying her pearly whites.
However, he could not overlook the fact that his mistress had an unusual sense of humor. She discovered humor in issues that most people would not find amusing.
She found tragedy amusing. She enjoyed dark comedy and cruel enjoyment. She laughed even when no one else was.
Hinata was different.
Hinata was one of a kind.
Naruto's one and only mistress.
And he loved her for that.
To relieve the tension in the air, Naruto laughed softly with Hinata, "Yeah, y-yeah. Mistress, you always know how to get me." Naruto pouted, "Y-You certainly scared me, Hinata-sama," Naruto voiced into the murky, sex air, his tone of voice low and his body trembling against the bed; physical proof that he was scared shitless.
Fortunately, his words of honesty and vulnerability caused Hinata's laughing to subside, and her countenance took on an entirely distinctive expression.
A flash of concern swept over her entire pale face, her lips drooping to form a pout, "Oh, my deepest apologies, my dear pet." Hinata pouted before ultimately removing her leg from the bed and placing it on the floor.
Soon enough, she was on all fours on the bed, looming over Naruto's tied form.
The bed sheets, which sought nothing more than to completely engulf her slender figure, were crushed against her hands as they were pressed on either side of Naruto's body.
Gently, Hinata began smothering her desirable slave with red, rosy kisses.
Hinata kissed Naruto on the right cheek with her lips parted, leaving an irresistible lipstick mark on his skin that resembled the shape of her plump lips.
She lowered herself and lavished him with another full kiss of appreciation, this time just on his neck.
"Oh, my dear slave, I feel awful. I never intended to scare you; I was merely teasing."
Naruto groaned as his sympathetic mistress gave him yet another generous kiss on the neck, exposing a side of her that she only shows him during aftercare sessions.
Hinata hummed softly, "I would never go to such extremes to cause you pain in a manner that is so detrimental. After all, you do mean well to me."
"R-Really, mistress?" Naruto breathed lightly, "I-I mean a lot to you?"
Hinata nodded down at her precious slave, responding positively to his question of surprise.
She then dropped her head even farther to plant another delicate kiss, but on his right nipple, just above the scarlet bruise that had scarred it.
Naruto let out a low hiss in pain, closing his eyes briefly in response. But he couldn't keep his gaze off his mistress for long, so he was back staring at her, staring at the irresistible treat in front of him.
His dark blue-haired goddess was bent over on top of him, ass lifted triumphantly in the air. Because of her stance, her gorgeous, glossy rear was revealed, the black robe she wore slipping down to lie over her waist, giving Naruto an excellent view of her.
Her pussy juices were apparent, sliding down her creamy thighs from her lower area to stain the sheets beneath her.
Her long midnight blue hair lay sprawled along his chest, just as the strands of her toy did a few moments ago which now lay forgotten, tossed to the edge of the bed.
Hinata shook her ass back and forth, all the while littering her slave's body with her gentle kisses, kissing the bruises she left him in a soft manner.
She also ran her hands gently up and down his body, racing her fingertips across his muscles, "Yes, you're all mine, and therefore, I cherish you dearly. You know all I do is never to truly hurt you. After all.." Hinata sank lower to leave another kiss on Naruto's body.
"I'm here to help you let go, to help fulfill all of your desires, and to assist in finding your place of belonging, darling."
Naruto's breath hitched upon his mistress's words, his whiskered cheeks growing hot and his heart beating faster.
He lay stiff, shocked beyond belief, as his beautiful master's words echoed through his head, over and over again.
He couldn't believe what he just heard.
He couldn't believe what Hinata just said.
Naruto's blue eyes blinked, keeping watch as the midnight blue-haired woman above him continued to shower his sore body with her affection, covering his tan skin with her lipstick kisses.
Naruto's mouth gaped, "O-O-Oh mistress. I wish to thank you but, I-I already know where I belong."
"Hm?"
Another kiss was added, right upon his bulging six-pack.
"And where would that be, hun?"
Naruto breathed lightly, biting his bottom lip briefly before speaking, "With you. I belong with you. I am yours and I intend to always be, Hinata-sama." Naruto let out another breath, "If only you'll have me."
In that exact moment, Naruto saw the opportunity to prove his unwavering devotion to his mistress and he certainly didn't give up the chance to do so.
He meant every word he said, his heart opening to speak through his lips, to communicate directly with his loving mistress.
His blue eyes grew glossy as a result of the profound emotions that were currently permeating his entire body, his two orbs peering deep into the wider lavender eyes that were now captivated by his gaze.
For once, Naruto succeeded in shocking Hinata to the point that she broke character, her actions coming to a complete standstill.
Her usual tough, sassy, and confident demeanor she usually displayed in the bedroom disappeared momentarily to make room for complete shock.
Hinata ceased lavishly kissing Naruto's body and instead diverted her gaze deep into her slave's eyes through the darkness, his husky words of love and devotion circulating in her head.
Such words had a very specific impact on her, comprising a physical, internal, and emotional impact.
Her heart began to race, thudding with unbridled joy against her chest. Given her proximity to her slave, her trembling prompted her body to constantly brush up against his, giving him access to the feelings she was holding inside.
Her mouth gaped open, and all movement from her ceased.
Hinata's lavender eyes watered, "Y-You-oh kami." The midnight blue-haired woman held back a sob, completely overcome with emotion.
The bold, assertive woman was rendered completely speechless for the first time in her entire life.
But even so, she showered her slave with a bright smile, a smile that greatly touched Naruto's heart.
"Oh, my dear slave. Oh, my dear Naruto-kun. I'm overjoyed to have you as my most precious possession, to be blessed by your allegiance and devotion, and to be your one and only mistress."
Hinata's smile grew wider, her head tilting a bit, "Yes, I accept you as my very own. My perfect and most cherished slave. Oh, I appreciate you so much."
Naruto croaked, a grin of gratitude breaking forth due to Hinata's grand compliments, "Oh mistress. Thank y-"
Before he was able to finish, however, his mistress moved forward to press her plump lips against his, virtually showering him with the joy she felt internally.
Naruto's eyes rolled immediately within the kiss, as he was lavished with such deep passion from his mistress, her hands running up his chest, and shoulders, to ultimately wrap around his neck in a tight grip.
Hinata drew in closer to Naruto, straddling his waist and gripping his neck as she kissed every inch of his lips, claiming them as her own.
She took over the kiss like she always did, bobbing and rocking her head to smother her lips even more into Naruto's, to melt completely into his body.
And as always, Naruto followed his mistress, bobbing his head to keep up with her every move.
Hinata licked, sucked, bit, and kissed his lips, forcing her tongue through the crevices of them to suck his own tongue.
Naruto's groans escaped his mouth and reverberated throughout the dimly lit space around them as a result of the naughty endeavors endorsed by his mistress.
Hinata moaned as well during the kiss, raising her hands to bury them in Naruto's blonde locks, pulling his strands within the tight confines of her encased palms.
She yanked his blonde strands from where they were positioned against his skull with all her might. Her actions created moderate agony in Naruto's body, another sensation to emerge and compete with the pleasurable feelings he was already experiencing.
Naruto's hair strands were now in the dark blue-haired woman's fists, and she drew his head forward, closer to her as another way to intensify their passionate kiss.
Naruto moaned in pain but surely kept up with his mistress as she ravaged his lips and tugged harshly at his hair.
His arms still lay bound, lying far apart from his body. The rope that was tied around his wrists squeaked and shook with his steady movements against his midnight blue-haired master.
He was overcome with the desire to hug his mistress, to wrap his arms around her body, to cling to her, and to draw himself completely into her exquisitely sculpted body.
He wanted to kiss every inch of his mistress, to shower her with his love and devotion for adopting him as her personal slave, for accepting him to be hers eternally.
He wanted to express his gratitude for the privilege of finally being collared by her.
Naruto desperately wanted to touch his mistress, his arms straining against his bindings, a continual reminder that he was still tied and so needed to control his desire.
So, Naruto instead, made the decision to close his eyes so that he could fully savor the warmth of Hinata's body enveloping him and the warm sensations that seeped throughout his entire body from their kiss.
The blonde spiky-haired submissive was absolutely enjoying the heart-to-heart moment with his mistress.
There was something different in the air, something new that has bloomed within each other's hearts.
Naruto didn't know what it was but he found himself growing ever closer to his mistress, more now than ever before.
Whatever it was, whatever was new, he didn't want it to go away.
He didn't want the moment to end.
Hinata moaned gently against Naruto's lips, both their bodies and minds racing with the same thoughts and emotions, drawing them closer together once more.
Naruto's delicious lips were left smeared with her matte lipstick after she gave her slave a couple more tender kisses.
Soon enough, Hinata decided to break the kiss, practically wrenching herself from his lips in a panting mess.
However, as Hinata pulled away from her blonde slave, a stream of saliva followed, dribbling from between her lips to connect with her slave.
Finally, Naruto opened his eyes to look back at his mistress, who was sitting back and admiring her precious slave, with dreamy eyes.
The spiky blonde smiled drunkenly, now in a trance after receiving such an especially powerful kiss.
"Oh, mistress." He moaned.
Hinata smiled as well, threading her fingers through his blonde hair, before bringing her hand down to caress his cheek, "Mmm, my dear slave, I must say that I have come up with an excellent idea."
"Y-You did?" Naruto beamed up in excitement. He definitely liked the sound of that.
Hinata giggled before gently clutching his jaw with her red-painted fingers and rocking it back and forth playfully, "Yes, my precious pet."
Hinata just said those words before shifting her body from on top of Naruto to wandering down his body.
But she didn't travel down his body without showering it one last kiss, her head bending forth to leave another just on his navel, causing Naruto to hiss once more.
His dick twitched as well, fortunately catching his mistress's attention.
She raised her head and looked down slightly to peer at his aroused companion between his thighs, all lonely from lack of care and attention.
But Hinata was going to change that.
She lifted her head back up at her slave, revealing her smeared lipstick, glossy lavender eyes, and her messy midnight blue hair.
She squinted her murky eyes at her slave, "Mmm, now, to show you how much I have come to appreciate you… let me offer you my mercy. It's time, I've sucked that filthy cock of yours, yes?"
Naruto was quick to nod. Now, he absolutely loved the sound of that. It just made his night even better.
It was like a dream come true to be given the gift of a blowjob by his mistress.
In Naruto's opinion, Hinata always provides the best blowjobs.
Mind-blowing, body-numbing, soul-sucking blowjobs.
Of course, he wasn't going to deny that.
Hell, he'll scream it to the rooftops, butt ass naked, about how good Hinata's head game was; how it was so damn good it worked as his very own melatonin—knocking him the fuck out.
Every. Single. Time.
So hell yeah, he was all for it.
Naruto nodded frantically, tossing his head up and down like a rag doll, "Yes, mistress, suck me! Please suck my cock! My cock wants you so, so badly, mistress!"
Hinata shuddered, her pussy throbbing between her thighs at the sound of her slave's husky voice screaming out to her his desires.
"Mmm, oh my! Hearing you beg is always such a delight, slave. How can I say no to that?" Hinata sent her slave a big grin, one of pure satisfaction, "Don't worry, I'll give you just what you want, my naughty boy."
While staring into her slave's eyes, Hinata slowly and seductively crawled her body down her slave, passing his stomach, to position herself between his slightly gaping legs.
She moved her body gently into a lying position before her slave, head lifted, arms propped up by her elbows, and body pressed against the bed.
She guided one hand of hers around the base of her slave's achy cock. But to her delight, she couldn't quite cup the entirety of his length with her hand, earning Naruto a giggle from her.
"Oh, your cock never ceases to amaze me, slave. You're so big, your cock always wishes to challenge me." Hinata licked her lips, "Your cock seems to be putting my naughty throat to the test."
Hinata beckoned her slave with her head, watching as his breathing pace increased as he felt his mistress grip him.
Naruto bit his lip, trying his best to contain the excitement welling up inside him.
He watched as his mistress lowered her head, gripping his cock firmly, before slapping it against her jaw.
Wet, raucous noises filled the air, lewd noises that caused both Hinata and Naruto to moan.
Hinata dragged Naruto's shaft down her face, slapping her cheek with her slave's pulsating member and enjoying how hot, rough, and chunky it was against her skin.
Naruto gaped at her, softly groaning under his breath as he watched his gorgeous mistress tease him by playing with his cock.
She pulled her head down to face his erect member, examining the slimy, colorless precum dripping from Naruto's mushroom tip. Due to its agitated state, the thick flesh encasing the very top of his dick had turned somewhat crimson; a distressing shade of color.
Perfectly tanned and hair-free, Naruto's member protruded erect from his groin, displaying numerous blue veins that protrude from its thickness—a very scrumptious feast for Hinata.
The midnight blue-haired woman couldn't hold back her moans of excitement, "Mmm, I can't wait to get a taste of your big, fat cock, slave. But remember," Hinata's voice dropped an octave, her lavender eyes staring holes into Naruto's head.
Naruto's eyebrows rose in surprise, his ears open to soak in every word that passed his mistress's lips.
She furrowed her brows, "I want you to keep your eyes plastered on me as I suck you. Don't look away." Hinata moaned out, once again slapping his cock against her face, "Understand, slave?"
Hinata watched in satisfaction as her blonde slave nodded frantically, without a single show of hesitation.
"Yes, mistress. I won't look away. I promise."
"Good boy."
And immediately following those remarks, Naruto was flooded with the pleasurable aspect of his special playtime with his mistress.
With a ragged breath, he peered deep into piercing lavender eyes as his master dropped her head, extended her jaw, and stuck out her tongue.
She started by gracing the sides of his cock attention first. She ran her tongue over the bumpy curves where his blue veins protrude from his hefty member, tracing the entire length of his shaft.
Hinata took it all in as her slave began to produce groans of delight, his facial features scrunching up slightly.
The midnight blue-haired dominant repeatedly licked the side of Naruto's cock in a variety of lengths and intensities while maintaining her gaze on her slave.
And then, just to blow his mind, she chose to lick her way up his shaft, only to engulf his mushroom tip with her open mouth, inserting his cock completely into her mouth without warning.
Instantly upon her actions, Naruto let out a loud moan, throwing his head back against the bed.
"Fuck." Naruto whimpered out into the air, his hooded blue eyes peering back at his mistress as she inserted his dick deep inside her throat.
His dick slithered past her extended tongue and into her throat, where it crashed against her oral muscles, which tensed and relaxed in opposition to his pulsing manhood.
Naruto observed as his mistress moved one hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, a seemingly insignificant action that had profound meaning.
She was planning to suck him dry, rip him to pieces, and make him writhe.
And his observation wasn't wrong, because as soon as his dick entered the tight confines of his mistress's throat, he soon was at her mercy, screaming, and wailing to the ceiling above.
Gripping the base of his veiny dick with one hand, Hinata began to vigorously bob her head up and down his length, coating his member entirely with her saliva.
She set a killer pace, one that allowed her to suck just about every bit of him within mere seconds.
She bobbed her head repeatedly, even shaking her head, side to side, to worm her throat even further down his cock in a determination to get every last bit of him down her ravenous throat.
Numerous lewd sounds began to fill the air as Naruto's mistress dominated his dick with her throat, gurgling, suckling, and deep-throating all he had.
And all the while, she watched as he lost complete control of himself.
Indeed, Naruto writhed along the bed, his head jerking back and forth. He expressed his admiration and satisfaction with Hinata's outstanding performance by screaming, sobbing, and groaning into the pitch-black space.
He made an effort to maintain eye contact with her, but it was a strenuous task because his vision was becoming foggy and his eyelids heavy, causing seeing to grow exceedingly tougher.
But even still, he made it his mission to use his blue irises to peer through his hooded eyelids back at his mistress; to keep his gaze directed on her.
He watched her, in full, as she ravaged his cock.
Naruto observed as his sopping-wet dick completely disappeared and reappeared.
He watched as his member entered Hinata's throat, surfacing by sliding down her esophagus and thus, causing her throat to bulge, but his mistress never once gagged.
She lacked a gag reflex, having become completely accustomed to the sensation of a hard, thick, and narrow object as his cock filling and inundating her throat.
She inserted his entire length into her mouth with ease, rocking her head farther down till her nose brushed against her hand, which she used to cup his base.
Naruto cried out in ecstasy, his features scrunched up entirely as he witnessed his mistress deep throat him effortlessly.
At that point, Naruto began to question if his mistress was actually a succubus—a seductive entity rather than a human.
She was just too good at what she does.
Naruto began to scream, "O-Oh mistress! You're s-so good at that. Holy fuck! How are you s-s-so fucking good-fuck!"
Hinata gave Naruto an eye smile, and a devious look before humming deep in her throat. Her voice slipped forth and resounded through his member, giving him a buzzing sensation all throughout his body.
Once more, Naruto squirmed, his body now at the hands of his mistress to use and play with as she pleases.
His entire body was incredibly heavy, pressing firmly into the mattress of the bed he was lying on. His muscles began to bulge, tire, and become excessively weighed down to convey the signals from his brain to move, tremble, and convulse.
He was lying in a trance similar to that produced by stimulants due to his dopamine-pumped, clouded brain.
He was seemingly high but on cloud nine.
Naruto was in heaven, gazing back at his mistress who sucked him without a hint of mercy.
Even his dick was delighted, twitching, throbbing, and pulsating maniacally as it was showered with scalding sensations from Hinata's throat—an incredibly pleasurable treatment from the constriction of Hinata's throat muscles massaging every muscle and nerve inside his cock—and relief from the splash of saliva that coated his once dry member, soaking it, and thereby liberating his dick.
He observed as Hinata pulled her head up, enabling his dick to reveal itself by bursting from her warm confines.
Along his now-glistening shaft, Hinata's red lipstick smeared certain spots, and her saliva rained down, coating and sullying every inch of him.
Hinata groaned, licking her lips to taste more of Naruto's salty but savory essences, doing so with one swipe of her tongue.
She gave Naruto's twitching cock in her hand a shake, watching as it wobbled in relation.
She let out a hum, batting her eyes up at her heaving slave, "Mmm, you taste so fucking delicious. I can't get enough of you, my precious slave."
After uttering those naughty words, Hinata again drew his cock toward her gaping mouth and hungrily inserted it inside again.
However, she decided to only suck the very tip of him this time; the very sensitive part of his cock.
She bobbed her head, up and down, sucking every last bit of his mushroom tip. She sucked on it in quick succession, long slurps, and flicked at it with the tip of her tongue.
A slew of boisterous slurps and sucking noises flooded the room, along with the groans and mewls that escaped Naruto's mouth.
Naruto could no longer control his eyes as they rolled to the back of his head, his body convulsing against the bed and writhing against his restraints.
His legs had long since fallen asleep, as had his arms. Hell, he was no longer able to sense his entire body as he was put through the wringer by Hinata's merciless sucking.
Over and over, Naruto was smacked silly by bone-numbing, toe-curling pleasure which caused him to fall completely apart.
He whined, his body seizuring almost, "Ahh, mistress! That feels s-so fucking good! Your t-tongue-mmm!" A moan cut his screams short as he felt his mistress grant his sensitive tip more powerful licks with her tongue.
She even freed her hands, thus, scraping her nails across his legs while masterfully sucking his cock with the assistance of only her head, lips, and throat.
She scratched his limbs with her sharp curved nails to add pain to his pleasure, to wake his body up and root him further at the moment.
Her arms moved back and forth in a slow manner as she dragged her sharp nails across her slave's shackled legs, creating multiple crimson scratches on his tan flesh.
Such an act undoubtedly affected Naruto in the way that Hinata desired.
Of course, she couldn't give her slave pleasure without also bringing him pain. He must always bear such sensations concurrently.
Such sensations are his companions, after all.
Hinata watched in glee as Naruto trembled and twisted in his spot, his moans imprisoned in his throat as his legs were scratched by his mistress's sharp nails while she delivered him a mind-blowing blowjob.
Naruto began hyperventilating, severely overwhelmed, "Ahh, y-your nails! Mistress, your lips-shit!"
His words were cut off once more, his body spasming against the bed. His moans began to emerge in the same manner that his heaving breath did, making it difficult to speak.
"Ooh fuck! Mistress!! Mistress!!"
All Naruto could do was scream his master's title, unable to utter a single word further.
Hinata found Naruto's state absolutely hilarious.
Once more, she released Naruto's dick from the inner confines of her throat, merely to move on to her next plan to continue tearing apart her slave.
Hinata lowered her head down to pop one of his balls into her mouth, her lips pinching at the meaty flesh in an effort to consume him whole.
But that is not all she did.
She slid her hand forward to re-grab the base of his cock, and only then did she decide to move it, to pump his shaft with hefty strokes.
She raised her limb up and dropped it in a millisecond, jerking his shaft with incredible speed and force, and thus inviting more sensations to tear apart his world.
At that very moment, Naruto could have sworn he saw stars.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head once more and he cried out to the ceiling.
His toes curled, his legs shaking, and trembling beside his mistress's head, his body no longer able to remain still.
The warmth that resonated in his stomach was becoming unbearably intense, the cord inside of him only seconds away from snapping.
Naruto cried out, his voice croaky and broken, "Oooh, fuck! Mistress! Mistress, I'm gonna cum!" A groan cut his screams short, "Ahh, mistress, please, oh please, may I cum? May I cum, Hinata-sama!!"
"Cum, slave. Cum."
"Oh thank you, Hinata-sama! Thank yo-ahh, fuck, fuck, fuckkk!!"
Hinata gave her slave a sexy smirk before licking his right testicle and rapidly shifting to suck his left one.
That was the final straw for Naruto.
Only then did Naruto finally launch his load into the air with a guttural roar, shooting huge streaks of white jizz from his throbbing tip everywhere. His sperm was incredibly hot, and a great deal of the thick, slimy substance excitedly erupted from Naruto's cock, sullying everything in his vicinity.
Naruto did Hinata the honor of completely covering her face, breasts, and garment in his cum, as a way of expressing how much he appreciated his mistress's dirty antics.
Naturally, Hinata cherished every second of it.
Certainly, that wasn't going to be his last cumming session of the night.
Hinata would see to it that it wasn't.
The rest of the night, Naruto was reduced to illustrating choking grunts and love faces as his world was rocked again and again.
But all he could think of was how much he cherished every minute of it; cherishing every bit of his sexy mistress.
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Notes:
A.N.
That was rather extreme, huh?
I warned you that this chapter would be intense. And as the chapters progress, you can only expect the intensity to rise. 🥵🖤
Considering that this is the first BDSM oneshot in my smut fanfic, I wanted to shine some light on Hinata for a change.
I wanted to bring her character out of the shadow of Naruto and give her a more prominent role.
Of course, I am best known for writing Naruto in a more dominant character and hence Hinata in a subservient role.
I wanted to switch it up this time.
This time around, though, Hinata was dominant, the one giving orders and being worshipped, and I have to wonder, how do you all feel about that?
What are your thoughts on mistress Hinata and slave Naruto?
I truly believe that I do not allow Hinata enough opportunities to flourish and take the lead. I always make her so obedient and passive that Naruto ultimately takes center stage. So, in this fanfic of smut collections, I'll be giving her more spotlight here and there.
But, to be honest, writing a submissive Naruto was a VERY strange experience. I'm not used to writing Naruto in that manner, as him being so docile, obedient, and, let's face it, a big ole pain slut, haha.
So this was the first time! It was very different than my usual way of writing his character.
As I previously stated, there will undoubtedly be more presentations of Mistress Hinata in the future, as well as Master Naruto, who, I must say, will be showing up very soon!
I truly hope that everyone is eager to learn more about the BDSM universe. This book will delve deeper into such topics and essentially cover every angle.
Okay, so maybe not everywhere in the BDSM universe. But almost, hehe!
But even still, I hope you all are ready for what is to come!
In the meantime, don't forget to leave a comment and vote!
Be sure to share your ideas on this chapter as well as the ones that came before it. Also, don't be afraid to share any suggestions you may have for future Naruhina one-shots you'd like me to write!
I will really appreciate it!
Take care! 🖤
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 7: ❦Bumpin & Grindin❦
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One boring school night, Hinata offers Naruto a treat he'll never forget, one that combines all of her naughty desires into one package.
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Notes:
Mind the tags. Mind the warnings. You are not obligated to read if you do not like what's listed.
Read at your own risk.
Don't forget to comment and leave kudos. ❤️🖤
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Bumpin & Grindin
Hinata let out another frustrated sigh, which filled the little room she was in; the sound bouncing off the walls and easily alerting a certain blonde-haired knucklehead.
Naruto jerked his head away from his open refrigerator door, averting a concerned glance toward his lover.
The lavender-eyed college student was discovered sitting on a tall bar stool in front of the room's simple kitchen island.
Her head was bent, her thigh hopped up and down beneath the kitchen counter, and her frustrated eyes were concentrated on heaps of papers strewn out before her.
A thick textbook was open beside her, and she occasionally turned her gaze towards it, scanning the information on the page to help her with her homework.
But it was clear from her frequent groans and moans that her textbook was not at the least aiding her in her troubles.
It was clear that Hinata was having difficulty with her school work. She had been struggling for the previous hour or so, while Naruto was suffering from boredom and hunger, spending his time watching Hinata work and exploring his kitchen for food.
Naruto, ever altruistic, wanted to assist her so badly, but he knew a knucklehead like him wouldn't be much help to Hinata, especially since he's already failing most of his college studies.
He won't accomplish anything other than making Hinata laugh by embarrassing himself in front of her.
It was sad, he admits, but he was only pursuing a difficult challenge such as college because of his girlfriend, whom he's known his entire life and loves with every fiber of his being.
She persuaded him to attend college with her in order to "create more memories together," as she puts it.
But all he's ever managed to do is obtain failing grades and infuriate his professors.
College was certainly not his niche.
Naruto thus cast a doubtful glance Hinata's way from a distance, but, sadly for him, his gaze succeeded to catch her attention.
Hinata quickly raised her head, turning her attention away from the math assignment that was lying beneath her to direct it towards him.
Her long midnight blue hair, which she typically wore in low ponytails or updos, was now free and lying across her chest and back, bouncing and thrashing in time with her quick movement.
She peered across the confined kitchen at her boyfriend, who had paused in his quest to possibly find something to fill his voracious stomach.
Now he was hiding behind the open door of the refrigerator, sinking further into the coolness of the kitchen appliance, in an attempt to evade her asking this specific question.
"Naruto-kun, could you help me with this?"
There it is.
Naruto groaned, his body throwing a mini temper tantrum in his "hiding spot."
"Damnit." He whispered, super low so his beloved girlfriend wouldn't hear before gently closing his refrigerator door shut.
He hesitantly turned toward her and flashed a dazzling smile, a smile that screamed "glad to help."
A fake smile.
"Yes, Hina, of course."
Hinata raised an eyebrow at him due to his overly confident response. She pointed at her homework to confirm precisely what she meant by her earlier question, "My schoolwork, Naruto-kun…."
Naruto nodded, his blonde bangs flapping wildly, "Yes, yes. I could take a look for ya. Let me just…" The spiky-haired blonde trailed off before zooming his way across the kitchen, passing the cupboards and stove, to step before the kitchen island, just where his dispirited girlfriend was located.
Hinata pulled her homework sheet around so it was propped in a better view for Naruto to see her dilemma, her finger pressing over question twenty-four of her algebra homework.
She put up a grim look, "I require assistance with, um, that question." She informed him but before he could even look at the selected question, her delicate voice arose again.
"It's quite fine if you can't assist me; I simply need another set of eyes to look over this question for me—just to make me feel less crazy." Hinata retorted in desperation.
She then pointed at the rest of her questions, the spaces provided underneath them covered with numbers in Hinata's beautiful handwriting; handwriting that could clearly resemble the cafe + brewery font text.
'So fucking gorgeous.' Naruto thought in awe in his head as he witnessed Hinata's handy work.
Hinata sighed, her head lowered the whole time to inspect her entire homework page, "I've finished all the other questions on this page except this particular one.." Hinata pointed at question twenty-four once more causing Naruto's eye to drift down to land on it again.
"I've just been struggling with this for far longer than I should have."
After giving her discourse, Hinata let out a dejected sigh and extended one hand so she could gloomily rest her head on it.
She even began kicking her legs from underneath her.
"I'm stuck, babe. Could you tell me something, anything?" Hinata whimpered, "Just please relieve me of my suffering, Naruto-kun." The midnight blue-haired woman pouted, tilting her head over at her boyfriend who practically melted at her puppy dog look.
He swore he felt his stomach summon butterflies. His heart skipped several beats as well.
He quickly felt his willpower crumbling as he succumbed to Hinata's urgent cry and, of course, her adorable puppy dog look.
However, he knew deep down that he wouldn't be able to provide Hinata with the answer she seeks.
If someone as educated and intellectual as she encounters such a problem, what is a blonde macaroni with one brain cell going to do to assist her?
Naruto knows he cannot help.
So why, oh why, did he nod?
Like the idiot he was, he gave Hinata a dumbfounded nod, before pulling his head down to gaze at the problem that she needed help with.
But as soon as he laid eyes on it, his mind went blank.
Question 24:
Solve for x.
√(5x² – 6x + 8) – √(5x² – 6x – 7) = 1
Naruto's gaze swept across the paper multiple times, as if the numbers before him would grow longer and therefore become even more incomprehensible.
His bright cerulean eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, his mouth was wide open, and his body stiffening. He couldn't believe this was the kind of arithmetic Hinata had to deal with every single day for college.
It was absolutely horrendous. Naruto felt his eyes burn, his heart cry, and his soul shrivel up.
'What kind of monster would make a student solve that….that….thing?' Naruto thought in total horror. The mathematical problem in front of him, which seemed to extend across the paper like a ruler, only added to his resentment of professors.
Question twenty-four was simply beyond him. He didn't even know where to begin solving it!
It doesn't mean he won't make an effort to bullshit his way through it.
First, he started with the obvious.
Naruto pulled one hand forth to scratch his blonde scalp, scratching away his nerves, "Uhh, well, you're solving for x, right?"
Hinata nodded slowly, "Yes." She took out her pencil and positioned the sharp end at the start of the mathematical expression, "I'm aware that I rearrange the two terms available before solving. I also know that it's crucial to separate the common variables in both equations first. So afterward, I'll square the equations on both sides-"
"Wait a second. What do you mean by "square?" Naruto's eyes squinted, "There's shapes in the equation now?"
On that note, Naruto was no longer standing in his kitchen but in outer space. He was so fucking lost.
It was as if Hinata began speaking a completely different language, one that Naruto couldn't possibly understand. As a result, his brain grew completely fried, therefore leaving him unable to form any further thoughts regarding the matter.
Hinata stopped her speech to giggle, her lavender eyes comically gazing back at her stunned boyfriend.
Naruto shook his head wildly, "Where did the square come from? Aren't we solving for x? Am I blind?"
Naruto re-examined the equation, only to see x's scattered throughout, with no shapes to be found. This confirmed that the equation was completely unsolvable.
To him at least.
The blonde took a whack at his head with one hand, "Wait, why are there even letters in math anyway? What drunkard thought it was a great idea to add letters, symbols, numbers, and shapes together? Holy shit-"
"Naruto-kun!"
"What?" Naruto exploded, waving his hands around in a frenzy.
Hinata laughed at her befuddled boyfriend, greatly amused by his perplexing questions. After all, she could see from the few words he said that he had no idea how to assist her with her studies.
She didn't mind though. She had other plans.
The midnight blue-haired woman clicked her tongue, moving one hand forth to run it gently up her boyfriend's extended arm, "It's okay, Naruto-kun. I believe it's time for me to take a break anyway. Ya know." Hinata shrugged her shoulders, "clear my mind."
Naruto stared with labored breath as Hinata smiled brightly at him, "But I appreciate the help, Naruto-kun."
"Ahh." Naruto threw his hand at her, waving her off, before turning his back to resume his food search through his kitchen, "That wasn't helping. That was bullshitting." Naruto spat in disappointment, his hands stretching forth to swing open his cabinet drawers above him.
"Come on, you know I'm the last person you should discuss math-related questions with. I suck ass at that subject; can't wrap my head around it."
Hinata pouted as she watched as her boyfriend barged open into his kitchen cabinets, his back turned, and his arms raised above his head to shuffle with objects unknown.
She shook her head in disapproval of his previous words, "Oh don't say that, Naruto-kun. How about this?" Hinata gave the kitchen island before her a subtle tap with her finger, "How about you help me with something else… maybe to clear my head?"
Without turning, Naruto answered with a shrug, feeling less and less convinced that he could in any way assist Hinata. Especially not with an empty stomach.
His head was in terrible shape.
His eyes lit up however once he spotted a brown cup of tonkatsu pork ramen, stashed at the very back of his wall cabinet. The cup of goodness was submerged in the dark, hiding from him.
But he solved that little dilemma by launching his body forth to grab it, taking it away from its hiding spot.
"Yeah, babe, what do you need help with now?" Naruto replied with a few grunts, "Is it perhaps something I could actually help you with?"
"Mmm, I believe…. without a doubt, baby."
Now that piqued his interest.
Hinata's tone of voice had changed to one that was incredibly sexy; she moaned, slurred her words, and even called him an enticing pet name.
Oh boy, Naruto knew exactly what she was getting at now.
Now with an excitement that surpassed even obtaining ramen, he whipped his head around to face his girlfriend, a smirk of interest present on his whiskered face.
His blue eyes met glossy lavender eyes, red rosy cheeks, and a seductive grin that stretched across supple skin.
Hinata pulled her fingers forth to roll imaginary circles on the surface of the kitchen island, "Well, I was thinking we could…"
"What, Hina? What?" Naruto was excited now. He knows what happens next after Hinata pops up that certain seductive question and proceeds on voicing her desires. And as always, Naruto will drop everything to satisfy his lover to her heart's content.
Anything she wanted, he was willing to give her and more. He was willing to go the whole way for her and now, he was willing to put aside his dinner to help clear his girlfriend's troubled mind.
He turned around fully to face Hinata who draped her fingers away from the desk to shimmy them down to the black skirt she wore.
She gave it a tug upward, "Let's have a little fun, Naruto-kun, if you don't mind. I really need something to take my mind off stressful matters, babe. I even have a surprise for you…"
Hinata paused in her actions to pull up one finger to beckon him forward, "You'll have to come closer to be surprised, my love."
A thud erupted throughout the lightened kitchen as the ramen cup that Naruto once held dropped to the ground from his possession, only to be abandoned and forgotten.
"Mmm, fuck, alright then. That sounds like music to my ears, baby."
Naruto didn't think twice and he paced forward, around the kitchen island to make his way to his grinning girlfriend, who danced in her seat to see her lover on board with her naughty wishes.
The spiky-haired blonde walked fast, making it behind his beautiful girlfriend in no time.
Now standing behind her sitting form, he got a full taste of her backside and her slightly raised skirt.
Right then and there, Naruto watched with a gaping mouth as his cheeky girlfriend bent forward just a tad in her seat, all the while keeping her head turned, her lavender eyes squinted and trained on him.
She pulled her fingers down to grip the stretchy fabric of her skirt again.
Slowly, she then pulled her skirt far down, to reveal her full backside to him.
Naruto observed as she raised her body higher on her seat to shimmy her round hips out of her skirt, her fingers steadily pulling them down in an enticingly slow manner. The skirt slid down her legs and fell on the floor in a silent heap, finally revealing Naruto's surprise.
Hinata let out a moan, "Mmm, surprise, my love."
Hinata bit her lip, giving him a shake of her head, "I'm not wearing any panties, Naruto-kun, and I'm doing so just for you." She shrugged, "I figured it'll save you the trouble of ripping them off."
Right then and there, the gears in Naruto's head stopped spinning.
He stood in his spot, like a dodo bird, while gazing back at his naughty girlfriend who just confirmed to him that she's driven to his place, engaged in friendly conversation with him, and productively worked on her schoolwork all the while without wearing any panties underneath her clothing.
'How didn't I notice?' Naruto questioned within his head as he kept his eyes trained on his girlfriend before him.
There, he stared in shock as his girlfriend's pale, voluptuous asscheeks slipped out of the confines of her high waist skirt to rest on the wooden bar stool underneath her, doing so with an enticing jiggle.
Her bare ass burst out at him like a whack-a-mole, presenting itself in one fell swoop only causing Naruto to fall into a stupor.
Her asshole puckered, as if calling out for him to mess up completely, as she used her ass, a major weapon, to drive him to a point of no return.
To turn him on.
Now free of her skirt, Hinata gripped the round edge of her seat in front of her and bent forward, to shake her ass which wobbled back and forth quite profusely.
Naruto's murky blue eyes were greeted with delightful glimpses of her pretty pink pussy, which seemed to peek out at him between her thighs, as a result of her sensual movement.
Hinata moaned, biting her lip back at him, "Mmm, you like what you see, my love?"
Naruto, still stunned, was having trouble processing the situation. He just couldn't believe his ears, hell, his eyes.
'No fucking panties? Holy shit, that's so hot. Hinata's so fucking hot.' Naruto fangirled in his brain, a stupid grin on his face. He was so overjoyed to be able to call Hinata, someone as perfect as her, his lover.
How did he get so lucky?
But nevertheless, he awfully adored the surprise Hinata had come to deliver him, and he was determined to savor it all in full.
He was going to take his time with her.
He's going to relish every bit of the meal that was provided specifically for him.
The whiskered blonde gave his lips a sensual lick, his mouth now watery as he feasted his eyes on his scrumptious target.
Naruto groaned, his head still lowered to take in the way Hinata twerked that killer ass of hers, rocking her asscheeks up and down against his bar stool.
Holy shit.
Naruto stepped forth in a slow stride, his dick beginning to awaken in his shorts.
He moaned, low and deep, "Mmm, what a helluva invitation, Hinata-chan. No panties? In my home?" The blonde tutted his tongue, "Oh baby, I should punish you for being so goddamn naughty."
Hinata tracked her blonde boyfriend till she could only see glimpses of his black tee-shirt behind her and felt his body heat hover over her now exposed body.
His body stepped directly behind her to get a good view of her voluptuous ass spill over the circular seat she occupied.
She moaned, but the sound was turned into a yelp when her long hair was fisted and wrenched back in one quick motion.
She even received a heavy smack against her right asscheek which caused her to yelp once more. A jolt of pain raced through her body, taking her by surprise.
Her head was now angled up at her handsome boyfriend who was now towering over her, his hands gripping her body in preparation of ruining her completely.
In her five years of dating Naruto, Hinata can categorically state that she has observed the existence of two very distinct personalities within him.
The first and most frequently expressed aspect of him is his whimsical side.
This is the extroverted, loudmouth, comedian side of him who can make Hinata laugh until her stomach hurts, watch dozens of movies with her and joke about every character who appears on screen, perform cartwheels in public, and pull silly pranks on her for fun.
He is also incredibly selfless and compassionate—going on picnics with her, also engaging in bike rides with her, giving her massages after a long day of schooling and working, and even paying for practically everything she buys when shopping or dining out.
That was his lighthearted side; where he's funny, kind-spirited, chivalrous— normal.
But then there was his other side.
His sensual side; where he's instead mischievous, kinky, sexy, and unpredictable.
A true pervert.
It wasn't hard activating this particular side of him.
All Hinata had to do was be absolutely honest with him about her desires, and he was always there to deliver, to completely mess her up, exactly as she requested.
It only takes a flutter of her eyelashes, a few pet names, and a seductive voice to turn him on and transform him into a wild beast.
A true savage.
Hinata could even moan randomly and Naruto would no doubt jump her bones right then and there.
It was almost as if Hinata witnessed her boyfriend magically transform into an entirely different person as he reverted to his naughty side.
Hinata too found it to be a very strange sight.
During this state, Naruto was no longer the silly, jovial boy she had known since childhood; instead, a macho man who could satisfy her desires and take good care of her body stood in his place.
Hinata bit her lip as she stared deep into the murky blue orbs above her which cast their sexual tension down at her, baring holes in her head.
Hinata could see a variety of vivid emotions flashing within her boyfriend's beautiful ocean-blue eyes as she looked up at him upside down.
She was aware that he was currently fantasizing, lost in a state of delirium as his mind replayed vivid visions of the acts he desired to do to her body.
But Hinata wished to make such fantasies a reality.
She began to shake her ass once more, but now that Naruto was closer, she decided to wobble her bare backside against Naruto's hips which seemed to stir up a special someone…
Naruto's dick twitched inside of his shorts, which successfully drove him out of the trance he was in.
The midnight blue-haired woman giggled as she noticed her lover blink rapidly as he returned to reality. Her hair was still caught within his fist, keeping her head tilted back and her gaze fixed on him.
She batted her eyes up at him, "Mmm, what? Are you just going to stare?" Hinata waggled her ass again, working her back in a wave so her left asscheek could kiss the front of his shorts first, then the right; a slow grind for him.
Naruto enjoyed that very much.
The spiky blonde let out a deep grunt, setting his head down to observe and appreciate Hinata's dick-throbbing performance.
Hinata tutted her tongue, her hands tightening on the wooden stool before her, "Oh baby, is my ass that fantasizing? You're practically drooling."
Naruto's grin grew at Hinata's remark since she was indeed correct. Naruto certainly was stuck in a goddamn trance from which he seemed unable to awaken.
He continuously drifted into a deep trance as he watched his gorgeous girlfriend twerk her beautiful ass in front of him, rolling it and moving it in magnificent waves and bounces that made his mouth water, his body hot, and his dick erect.
The bar stool underneath her squeaked and rocked against the floor, adding a touch of noise to Hinata's naughty act and, for some strange reason, making the situation all the more arousing to Naruto.
Naruto was like a dog with its eyes set on a juicy slab of meat; his mouth was watering, his breathing was heavy, and every nerve in his body was screaming for him to devour.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
Suddenly, he smacked Hinata's right asscheek again, only to shift his hand over to smack her left asscheek, giving both of her cheeks some well-deserved attention.
Hinata whimpered, but her asscheeks never stopped in their movement. They continued to bounce and shake like no tomorrow.
Naruto let go of Hinata's hair to instead palm both of her asscheeks with both of his hands.
He jiggled her ass with them, his eyelids hooded as he physically felt her smooth asscheeks wobble in his grasp.
The blonde male licked his lips, "Mmm, baby, you're so fucking beautiful. I couldn't help but stand back and just appreciate you, yeah?"
Another smack.
Hinata jolted forward, humming in joy upon receiving another enticing slap against her rear.
The pain was addictive as Naruto's smacks seared her asscheek, leaving bruises, but she didn't mind. The intense tingles that rushed through her entire body like an electric shot before nestling between her thighs made it all worthwhile.
Not only did Naruto's numerous hits make her excited, but so did the feel of his hands gripping her ass.
His calloused hands were so big and warm that they practically encircled her entire backside, providing her with a sense of comfort and warmth similar to that of a heating blanket.
His touch, his attention, his adoration, and his love all felt so pleasing to Hinata.
She didn't want to leave Naruto's side.
She didn't want the moment to end.
Hinata's thoughts, however, were interrupted when she felt Naruto creep up closer from behind her, doing so to moan against her ear.
He gave her ear lobe a gentle kiss, "Ya know, I can't keep my hands off you for long, baby. You have so much to offer, and I must see it all for myself. Heh, and besides…" Naruto trailed off to glance back down at her bare ass.
He snorted, "I still owe you a punishment for not wearing any underwear. That's very naughty, Hinata-chan."
"Oh, you're going to punish me, baby?" Hinata frowned playfully up at him. Her lavender eyes were squinted fiercely, her lips coiled into an o-shape as she kept her eyes on him.
"Why should I be punished when you look to enjoy my... naughtiness?" She glanced down, groaning to see his large friend between his legs awake and pressing against the stretchy fabric of his shorts.
She hummed, "Shouldn't we both be punished?"
Hinata rubbed her ass against Naruto's erect cock again, only to be surprised by a harsh thrust of his hips against her, a thrust that almost flung her off of her seat.
She gripped the edges of her stool tighter and let out a surprised shriek.
"Naruto-kun!"
With a chuckle, Naruto pulled Hinata back by her hair, causing her body to crash against his chest with a loud thud. Her ass once more slipped off the edge of her seat, exposing all that it had been hiding from him.
Naruto licked his lips, "Hmm? You were saying?"
Hinata glared.
But such a bitchy glare was soon knocked off her face when she felt Naruto begin to grind his hips against her bare ass, purposely pressing his erection along the crack of her asscheeks.
Naruto's cock felt so hard against her lower area as it poked and prodded her sensitive counterparts, in turn causing tingles to rush up and down her spine.
Her pussy began to leak its essence all over the chair underneath her and down her thighs. Her tits began to grow perky within her small tank top, pressing against the lace bra she wore.
Hinata's legs began to tingle. Her toes began to curl up along the bar stool's legs as her clit gradually brushed against the wooden surface of the stool underneath her, adding the cherry on top and providing her with even more pleasure.
Hinata groaned.
Naruto did also.
The whiskered blonde leaned forward to lick along her right ear lobe, all the while keeping up with his grinding, "Mmm, tell me, Hinata-chan, how exactly do you want things to go tonight, hmm? How exactly do you wish for me to clear your mind?"
Before the two begin anything sensuous, Naruto always asks Hinata what she desires and how she wants their intimate moments to be carried out.
He always strives to prioritize her needs and desires over his own, thus he always seeks her consent before proceeding.
It was one of the reasons Hinata admired Naruto so much. He cared profoundly for her, and it showed in his actions. He never goes too overboard during sex and he never does anything without her approval.
Hinata really appreciates that.
Especially now.
She had something very tempting on her mind, after all.
The midnight blue-haired woman bit her bottom lip, continuously grinding her hips back against Naruto's.
Her pale asscheeks, now sprinkled with red markings due to the spankings she received from her boyfriend bounced in its steady back-and-forth movement.
She hummed, "I want you, Naruto-kun…"
Naruto dropped his hand away from her hair to cup her left breast within her ribbed tank top. He did the same with his other hand, stooping forward to move closer to his girlfriend's seated body while cupping both of her luscious melons in his enormous hands.
He sped up his grinding, rolling his hips back and forth so his cock could swipe along Hinata's pussy and asshole in one fell swoop.
"You want me?" Naruto leaned forward to press a kiss just underneath her jaw, "Fuck, you want me to do what? Tell me, baby."
"My ass, Naruto-kun. I want you to fuck me there."
Hinata's seductive whispers flooded into the quiet kitchen and seemingly freezing time itself.
Naruto's entire body paused in his actions to gawk at the back of his horny girlfriend's head due to her unexpected request.
Highly unexpected request.
Naruto tilted his head, "Anal? Are you sure babe?" Blue eyes cast a quick glance down at the puckered hole hidden in between the two yummy buttocks below him, just millimeters above her pussy.
Naruto looked back up at Hinata, his features revealing concern, "We haven't done that in months. You've probably gotten so tight."
Now able to move her head, Hinata turned to face Naruto fully, just to roll her lavender eyes, "It's okay, Naruto-kun. I want this." She raised an eyebrow, "What are you so afraid of?"
"Nothing, Hinata-chan. I'm only making sure that's what you truly want, that's all."
Naruto clicked his tongue, giving her a shrug of his shoulders, "But if that's what you want, then that is what you will get."
Bending down slightly, Naruto drew his face forward so his lips were only inches from her asshole.
As he drew closer to his girlfriend's bottom, he noticed how completely bare she was. There was not a single strand of hair detected anywhere near her bottom area or her asshole; all hair had long been waxed, shaved, and therefore removed.
But not only did he notice the lack of pubic hair Hinata possessed and how gorgeously flawless her backside looked, but his nose picked up an enticing floral scent wafting from her pussy lips.
Such a fragrance indicated to him that the woman before him was completely cleansed and thus took exceptional care of herself.
That made Naruto's dick throb. He couldn't hold back a groan.
The floral aroma that emanated from Hinata's bottom further reinforced his belief that his girlfriend was absolutely perfect.
He was becoming even more excited.
Naruto gave a nod toward his girlfriend's asscheeks, now growing impatient.
"Spread 'em."
Hinata nodded in excitement, a large grin on her face as she sensed anal play approaching. She was also quite excited since she had been longing to indulge in a wilder side of intimacy for quite some time now. But she's been so busy and exhausted from her studies to do so.
But now…
Without hesitation, she threw her hands back to clutch her round asscheeks, pulling the squishy flesh apart to reveal more of her holes in between, more particularly her anal hole.
There, blue eyes watched as that round pink hole of hers twitched and puckered out at him, sinking in and out, as if happily greeting him again.
Her asshole was the prettiest shade of pink he's ever seen, a pink tad darker than her pussy and a stark contrast to her overall fair complexion.
Her asshole has also acquired a smaller gape since his cock fucked it last, so he'll have to prep her beforehand in order to widen it adequately.
Not as if that'll be a problem.
Naruto smirked, licking his lips at such a yummy sight before him, "Fuck, your asshole looks so beautiful, baby. But I have to say, it looks really tight." Naruto clicked his tongue, tilting his head to further inspect her second hole.
"Gotta open you up, babe."
"Yes please-!"
The room was suddenly filled with a foreign noise and soon enough Hinata felt a wet substance slip down along the crack of her asscheeks.
Naruto spat a huge wad of spit right along her asshole, quickly rubbing his thumb down along her twitching hole to dampen it and perhaps, help loosen it up.
He clicked his tongue at how quickly his substance dissolved against her skin, "Tsk, gonna need lube, for sure. How about…"
With Naruto's right hand, he moved his pointer finger forward to slip it into the crack of her buttocks to test the waters.
He opted to give her asshole a circular rub, using only his pointer finger to trace Hinata's second hole.
Instantly, he felt how warm her puckered skin was against his fingers. He noticed how warm the interior of Hinata's body was just from her butt's entrance, as the heat steadily flowed throughout her entire being.
This time, he drew a few more fingers forward to join the fray. He began to tease her delicate asshole awake with the tips of his calloused fingers, all the while speculating how her second hole reacted.
Hinata's hands shook from the foreplay, but she made the best of it by keeping her asscheeks spread for her boyfriend. But she couldn't deny that his touch roused her, tingling, and jolting her.
But Naruto's effect on Hinata was not ignored.
Just from his touch seconds ago, Naruto felt Hinata's hole open its lips for him, inviting him inside to explore her tight, sensitive walls.
Instead of accepting her asshole's invitation to go further, Naruto only proceeded to tease Hinata's second hole entrance by swaying his fingers back and forth against it, in a continuous swiping motion.
Naruto rocked his fingers, back and forth, against her second hole and observed how it responded, his actions causing a low but sloppy mass of sound to resound from below.
Her asshole puckered and quivered as Naruto's fingers swept over the sensitive areas just along the rim of her anus, resulting merely in Hinata's moans.
Hinata closed her eyes in ecstasy as an overwhelming wave of pleasure rushed forth to resound in the pit of her abdomen, her asscheeks wobbling back and forth as Naruto steadily toyed with her asshole in between them.
Hinata bit her lip, only to moan out, "Oh yes, N-Naruto-kun. That feels s-so good."
Naruto scoffed, his darkened blue eyes rising forth to stare holes into the back of Hinata's head, "Oh, I bet, my naughty girl."
With one hand, Naruto launched forward to clutch Hinata's throat, just to bring her back against him so his lips could connect with her ear.
He hummed low in it, his arm jerking back and forth as he continued to swipe his fingers along her throbbing butthole.
"Mmm," Naruto moaned, "You like this? Hah, you enjoy having your asshole played with, don't you?"
Naruto gave her asshole a sudden pat with his palm, causing Hinata to jolt forward. Her body trembled tenfold.
Because he was giving her asshole attention, the degree of her enjoyment of Naruto's actions seemed to have escalated exponentially.
Her asshole was extremely sensitive and receptive, and a mere touch could induce her to spill her essence all over the bar stool underneath her.
Not only that, but it had been a long time since the two had indulged in anal play, so the sensations Hinata was experiencing were just beyond her wildest dreams.
Simply euphoric.
Such sensations were wrecking her entire world.
Her toes curled as she felt Naruto's fingers resume their steady stroking against her second hole following his pat, her body spasming in Naruto's grasp.
"Ahh, yes! I love it when you pl-play with my ass, Naruto-kun!"
"Oh, who would have thought my beautiful girlfriend's a butt slut. You just continue to surprise me, baby."
Hinata cried out once she felt the speed of Naruto's fingers increase against her, therefore, increasing the tightness of her stomach, the throbbing of her asshole, and the intensity of her tremor.
She was about to cum.
Hinata cried out, crying out to the ceiling, "Mmm, y-yes! I-I'm your b-butt slut, Naruto-kun. Only y-yours!"
"That's right, baby. You're all mine."
"Yes, ooh Naruto-kun! Pl-Please play with me more. Please m-make me cum-!!!"
But as soon as she uttered those words, Naruto's fingers against her asshole abruptly ceased moving, leaving her in a quivering mess.
Her legs trembled against the legs of the bar stool beneath her, spasms surging forth to attack her body, causing her to shake violently.
Her high had vanished as if it had never transpired, leaving her befuddled and, more significantly, disappointed.
Hinata turned around to pout at her partner, who returned her frown with a mischievous grin, his body standing tall behind her. His hands no longer were nowhere near her, but now set by his sides.
Hinata whimpered, her hands letting go of the harsh grip she had on her asscheeks as well, "No! Baby, why did you st-stop? I-I was just about to-"
"Cum?" Naruto scoffed, "Just from that?" He shook his head, causing his spiky blonde bangs to sway left and right, covering his murky blue eyes momentarily.
He clicked his tongue at his silly girlfriend, "Oh you amuse me, baby. I haven't really done much at all." He said with a snort, "Fondling your tight asshole was simply foreplay, a warm-up for your second hole, love. Quite far from the real deal."
Hinata scoffed, narrowing her eyes at her cheeky boyfriend, "I-I know that! But it just felt so good. Please don't stop. Why are you stopping-?"
"Oh look at you, so horny! Usually, it's me!" Naruto blurted out with a laugh. He even pulled his hands up in an attempt to calm his horny girlfriend.
She glared.
He laughed once more, "Just calm down, babe. I will continue, I will, but first, I need to go grab the lubricant. Without it, I can't get my fingers, let alone my cock, inside that tight hole of yours without hurting you."
Naruto nodded his head towards another side of the apartment, just where his bathroom was, "Just sit tight. I'll be right back."
"Fine." Hinata grumbled.
Despite her annoyance, Hinata ultimately made the decision to follow Naruto's instruction and wait patiently as she was told.
In any case, as Naruto stated, it was best to take precautions during anal sex, such as applying lubrication if necessary.
It is important to do so in order to avoid discomfort and agony during the entire process. So both lovers can fully enjoy the marvelous sensations of anal intercourse without any repercussions.
So, Hinata sat and watched her sexy boyfriend begin to leave the area. But he did so by backpedaling away in a slow stride, keeping his gaze fixed on her all the while.
She watched as he winked sexily at her.
In return, Hinata bent over on her chair and waggled her ass at him, "Don't take too long. My asshole is begging to be filled with your big, fat cock, my love."
Naruto bit his lip, his dick twitching on the spot again as a result of Hinata's alluring exhibition, which quickly negates his mediocre wink.
Kami, once again, how did he get so lucky?
Naruto groaned, squinting his darkened blue eyes, "Oh, don't worry about a single thing, my love. Just stay right there. I'll be back before you know it."
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Naruto returned in seconds with lubrication, just as he had promised.
Not only that, but he returned completely naked, which was quite a sight to behold for Hinata.
Hinata didn't have to wait long for his seductive presence to return, along with his body towering behind her bent form, just as before.
Now that Naruto was exposed, Hinata could see how his taunt muscles protruded and flexed, how his abdominal muscles tensed with pleasure, and how erect his cock became between his legs.
Naruto's cock, wonderfully tanned and as hard as a rock, flung back and forth between his thighs like a pendulum.
Precum trickled from his mushroom tip and slid down his thick, veiny length coating all nine inches of him.
Hinata experienced a dual shock when she saw Naruto return with both lubrication and entirely naked.
She couldn't hold in her excitement.
Naruto gave her a mischievous grin before wriggling the bottle of lube at her, her head turning to capture the object in his palm.
Naruto smirked lewdly, however, as his girlfriend's gaze ultimately moved away from his hand and instead down his nude physique.
She started overtly analyzing him, sweeping her hooded lavender orbs up and down his body, examining every detail of him from head to toe.
The midnight blue-haired woman bit her lip at what she saw, nothing but satisfaction in her eyes.
She has seen Naruto's physique a number of times, but she still finds it impossible to get over how outrageously irresistible it was.
In addition to being simultaneously attractive, charming, and sweet, Naruto was also quite muscular and tanned—total eye candy.
He was perfect in every way; the entire package.
How can a girl contain herself?
Such factors only made Hinata's heart dance around in her chest, her pussy even wetter, and her longing for Naruto increase tenfold, if that was even possible at this point.
She couldn't keep it together.
Meanwhile, Naruto couldn't help but chuckle at the "fuck me" eyes that Hinata was sending him. She was so horny, it was honestly hilarious.
He smirked, showing off his sharp canines, "Now comes the fun part." He nodded toward her ass, "Mmm, let's lube you up until you shine, my naughty girl."
Hinata giggled happily as she observed her boyfriend flick the cap open with his thumb, doing so before gently guiding the bottle forth.
Hinata watched in anticipation as Naruto pulled the bottle of lube over and allowed the clear but sticky substances from the inside of it to show itself.
Both watched as the lube oozed in long spurts through the air just to drop all over Hinata's pale ass.
Hinata flinched from how cold the liquid was against her skin, a moan slipping from her lips.
"Mmm, that feels so good."
She bent forward to wiggle her hips gently as Naruto continued to pour the lube on every inch of her ass, watching with hooded eyes and deep groans as the substances slipped down her cheeks in both vertical and horizontal lines.
The liquids ran down her asscheeks and into the crack between them, covering both her asshole and pussy. Some even spilled onto the marble floor beneath the bar stool and the stool itself, creating a filthy mess.
But the couple didn't seem to mind.
Hinata's breathless moans and Naruto's deep groans filled the entire kitchen, bursting into a harmonious symphony of ecstasy.
Naruto cursed as he steadily watched the lewd show before him, "Fuck, baby, you're so gorgeous."
After he was satisfied that he had applied enough lubrication, he snapped the lid shut and tossed the bottle onto the surface of the kitchen island.
He quickly moved his attention back to Hinata to witness his handy work. Now her entire rear was covered in sticky, glossy lubricant, a sight that made his dick quiver.
Naruto nodded his head downward, "Rub it in." He only ordered.
Hinata nodded, willingly complying, "Gladly, my love."
Slowly, she drew her perfectly manicured fingers back behind her, but this time she ran them over the tops of her two plump cheeks.
Her hands grew sullied in no time as she seductively rubbed the lube in circles into her asscheeks, causing them both to shimmer and shine.
Hinata kept her eyes rooted on Naruto the whole while, her head peering at him over her shoulder as she stroked, rubbed, and massaged her voluptuous asscheeks.
Naruto moaned in bliss, his right hand reaching out to cup the base of his cock.
Only then did he decide to pump his meat stick with hefty jerks of his hand in response to Hinata sensually massaging the lubricant farther into her plump flesh.
It was a scene straight out of his fucking wet dreams, a sight that easily stimulated and pleased him like no other.
"Yes baby, just like that." He complimented with a gruff moan, "Fuck, you're so sexy, you're killing me."
He kept his gaze fixed on Hinata's hands as they moved across the surface of her entire ass, tracing the curves of them.
Naruto nodded again, continuing to beat his meat with deep groans, "Inside. Baby, I want those hands inside."
Naruto was so engrossed in arousal that his words were coming out of his lips in a jumble, and his orders were suddenly quite ambiguous.
But Hinata understood what he meant.
She giggled before giving him a nod, before delving her glossy hands into the crack of her asscheeks to rub the lube along her asshole, and a bit along her labia.
She moaned as she did, "Ooh, you like this? You like the sight of me rubbing my ass?" Hinata leaned forward to demonstrate to him how her fingers were stroking just along the middle of her buttocks.
"Rubbing my pussy?"
Naruto could have sworn in that moment he felt his balls tightened like they'd never done before, his dick twitching within his hand as he steadily jerked off like a madman.
He took a step forward, "Oh baby, how can I choose? Ya know, I admire every part of you, including everything you do."
Naruto removed his hand from his cock to reach his hands forth to grab the back of Hinata's arms.
He jerked her around in her seat, putting an end to her actions and forcing her to turn away from him once more.
A surprised gasp sprung from her lips.
Naruto hummed.
"Turn around, baby. Let me take another look at that gorgeous asshole."
Hinata nodded and pulled her hands forward to grip the bar stool again. She pulled her body forward, just enough to give Naruto access to her back door.
Naruto watched as her glossy ass jiggled due to her movement, parting ways to reveal her glistening asshole deep within.
Naruto didn't wait for a second longer to pull his fingers forward to rub her butthole once more. He even tried to stick his finger inside, now that there was lube involved.
The tip of his finger slipped right in.
That made Hinata's breath hitch in her throat.
Naruto clicked his tongue, "Ahh, now that's what I like to see. Your asshole is so eager for my fingers now, my love."
Naruto brought his other hand forth to caress her left asscheek, "Let's not keep it waiting."
In satisfaction, Hinata felt a bloom of pleasure release from her lower area and into her abdomen when she felt Naruto's thick finger insert itself into her tight hole.
His finger twisted left and right, working against the wet lube that was there, only to be swallowed up by her hungry asshole.
Naruto's thick finger was soon welcomed into the warm confines of Hinata's insides, where her tight walls squeezed against his digit with all of their might as if attempting to crush his finger entirely.
But Naruto resisted the pressure of her walls by thrusting his finger in and out of her. But he quickly realized that such a task was rather strenuous.
He gritted his teeth, "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight."
He pulled his left hand forward to send a slap against Hinata's ass, "Let me in, Hinata-chan. Loosen that asshole for me, baby."
"Y-Yes!!"
Hinata moaned as a torrent of sensation washed over her. A warm sensation arose in her gut as she felt Naruto's finger thrust in and out of her asshole, each time working deeper and deeper inside of her.
She felt her asshole gradually spread wider and wider, causing her both pain and pleasure. But it was a sensation she was oddly enjoying and began to grow accustomed to again.
Her teeth gritted as she began rocking her hips against Naruto's thick finger, desperately yearning to feel more of him inside her.
She wanted to be filled up more and more.
Hinata didn't have to wait long, though, as her asshole was soon stuffed with two of her boyfriend's fingers, then three, all of which effortlessly slid within her.
The sticky lube was now found smeared all over Naruto's fingers, hand, and wrist as he worked his arm back and forth, prodding Hinata's insides with his three digits.
He twisted his wrist, moving it in a circular motion as he used the thickness of his fingers to rub every inch of Hinata's insides. His wrist was moving just as if he were installing a lightbulb.
Twist.
Insert.
Twist again.
Slowly but surely, he began to see a change in Hinata's asshole. He began to feel her hole loosen and become more obedient to his wishes to pry it open.
He felt her insides no longer push him out but accept him, practically sucking his fingers inside her to finger fuck her tight heat.
It only prompted him to pick up the pace, and now he's willing to do the honors and surprise Hinata tenfold, and finger fuck that pretty asshole of hers properly.
He began to ram his fingers all the way inside of her, all the way down to his knuckles, then retreated before repeating the process.
With his thick fingers, Naruto began to force-feed Hinata's asshole, which only made his girlfriend's breathless groans morph into screams and sobs.
She spasmed in her position, gripping the rim of the wooden stool as hard as she could beneath her as she felt the fingers inside her swoosh around her insides, rushing inside to fuck every inch of her.
Hinata's lavender eyes rolled to the back of her head, where smiling stars greeted her through the blur of her vision.
Her body spasmed on her seat like it had never spasmed before, moving back and forth as she was put through the wringer.
Naruto's fingers pummeled her tight asshole, filling her ears with the squelching of liquids.
She screamed out, tears forming in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, "Ahh, y-yes!!! Th-That feels so good, so s-so good! Please don't stop!!"
"Mmm, fuck yeah, that's it." Naruto granted her left asscheek a smack before diving forth to grab another fist full of hair, yanking her back.
With a mischievous grin, Naruto watched as his girlfriend trembled in his clutches as she was being assailed by sensations all over her body.
She had the sensation that a pool of molten lava was currently residing in the pit of her abdomen, setting her stomach on fire.
Naruto's presence inside of her was so intense that she practically felt as though his fingers were prodding her intestines and drilling her inner walls into submission.
All she could do was scream.
Naruto was quite pleased with that.
He hummed, licking his lips, "Mmm, such a filthy little butt slut you are, eh?
Screaming and moaning as I pound your tight ass; greedily taking my fingers." He announced with a snort, "You're about to cum aren't you? Heh," Naruto curled his fingers to rub along the sides of her sensitive anus walls, "what about this?"
Nevertheless, as he curled his three fingers within her anus and caressed her sensitive inner walls, he suddenly found his wrist grabbed by Hinata's hand, and only then were his actions abruptly brought to a halt.
In a swift yank, Hinata completely freed herself from Naruto's grasp by removing his fingers from inside her.
Hinata abruptly released her essence shortly thereafter, reaching her breaking point as she spasmed and jerked on the bar stool.
Just a moment before, Hinata's asshole was gaping and prolapsing as a result of Naruto's sensuous foreplay, forcing her pretty, red rosebud to awaken inside of her and come to the surface.
The whiskered blonde chuckled.
Seems Hinata enjoyed that a little too much.
Her cries bounced off the four walls around them, ringing in his ears as she squirted her essence all over the place.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck-!!!"
Naruto applied an abrupt smack against Hinata's right asscheek before inching closer. He gripped her left hip tightly, moving his other hand down to fist his cock.
He laughed, "Oh baby, we're not through yet. We're just getting started." The blonde nodded his head down to her lower area, "Keep that asshole wide for me, baby. I'm coming in."
Hinata only heard Naruto's concluding words before experiencing the harsh intrusion of something thick and hard bursting within her asshole and filling it to the brim.
Hinata came again; cumming right on the spot.
Hinata's eyes rolled to the back of her head and a scream erupted out of her mouth as she felt Naruto suddenly insert his cock inside of her. He pushed his hips forward gently, watching with his angled head as her asshole tried desperately to swallow all of him.
But once more, Naruto found Hinata's asshole to be pretty tight.
He had to be cautious.
In response, Naruto put a pause to his movement and instead reached out to grab the lubrication. To dampen the rim of Hinata's asshole, precisely where the two were connected, he opened the lid and inserted a tiny bit more lube, but this time along the crevice of her back door.
He did this to greatly simplify the insertion process and, of course, to give himself more room to move inside Hinata.
His actions appeared to benefit both of them.
After he was done, he once again discarded the lubricant in his possession, placing it back on the kitchen island in front of his trembling girlfriend.
Naruto gripped both of Hinata's hips, clutching them with his large hands, "Are you ready for me, Hinata-chan?"
All he received was a frenzied nod and a 'yes' among cries, but that was the signal he needed to finally move.
With a lewd grin, Naruto began to thrust his hips back and forth which only caused his dick to slide in and out of her asshole.
He took it slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm Hinata or, worse, hurt her. So he allowed her a little time to adjust to having such a large object like his cock wedged inside her tight asshole.
That much was certain: compared to his fingers, Naruto's cock felt very different to Hinata.
It was bigger, warmer, deeper.
She felt the rim of her asshole burn as it tried to take in all of Naruto's thick cock.
The massive tip of Naruto's cock prodded deep inside her body, blurring her eyesight and throwing her senses into a whirl.
Her gut tightened, her legs grew numb, and the tremors she was experiencing worsened tenfold.
Her body trembled and ached as an intense feeling of pleasure and pain attacked her all at once.
Towering behind, Naruto kept a careful eye on Hinata while repeatedly thrusting his hips against her sitting form, pumping his cock through her intensely constrictive heat.
He groaned, struggling against the thick walls that were trying to contain him, "Mmm, does this hurt, baby?"
"A-A little. B-But please, k-k-keep going, Naruto-kun."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Over time, when Naruto sensed Hinata matured to the point where she could withstand greater speeds and intensity, his thrusts grew faster, deeper, and stronger.
Soon enough, he was drilling her asshole silly, his thick cock slamming into her rear with a force and speed that caused her to shake profusely along the stool she sat on.
Her screams filled up his entire apartment, adding on to the noises of flesh meeting flesh, Naruto's groans and curses, and the squelching of juices.
Naruto moaned in ecstasy, absolutely loving the way Hinata's anus walls tightly gripped his cock, massaging every nerve available.
Her anus walls were not only super tight but also exceedingly hot, supplying him with unprecedented pleasure that made his knees shake, his dick throb, his stomach tighten, and his vision become completely distorted.
He was in total ecstasy.
Naruto had to admit that he was at a total loss on which of Hinata's holes felt the absolute greatest.
Her pussy or her asshole?
Both holes shared lots of attributes in common.
Hinata's pussy and asshole were both tight but ravenous, with the same aim in mind: to milk him dry of everything he's got.
Both holes had the potential to trap him into a state of euphoria, make him cum more times than he thought imaginable, and ultimately drive him to fall in love with Hinata all over again.
Hinata was perfect. Inside and out.
Literally.
Naruto drew his hands out to spread her asscheeks apart, just enough to see how her asshole eagerly accepted his raging cock, his thick tip bulging her second hole wide open.
He chuckled in amusement, keeping his hips pumping back and forth, "Oh baby, look at that pretty ass so obediently accepting my cock. I'm gonna have you…" Naruto trailed off to moan, delivering Hinata a deep thrust, "gaping after I'm done with you, my love."
"Yes, ahh! Your cock feels sooo good inside of my ass! Please, fuck me harder, Naruto-kun!"
"You want it harder, my cute little butt slut? Tell me. Tell me, babe, how hard do you want it?"
"Harder! Please, d-don't hold back, Naruto-kun. Fuck me hard, please!!"
"Heh, you asked for it."
At that moment, Naruto wrapped one arm around Hinata's neck only to set her in a kinky choke hole, bringing her body back against his hips so he was able to increase his speed and plow her asshole raw.
His speed had increased significantly, and his dick was now slamming in and out of her butt in fast succession. Her asshole quivered like never before around his dick, leaking with a deluge of white and clear fluids, sullying the seat beneath her even more.
Just in a span of seconds, Hinata experienced three orgasms.
Fierce, strong orgasms.
Hinata has never felt so good before in her entire fucking life.
The chair underneath her wobbled like crazy, bumping against the kitchen island and scraping against the floor.
Her hands sprang up in a frenzy to grab the arm that had been holding her restrained, and she clung desperately to it as she was taken on the wildest roller coaster ever.
Her glossy pale asscheeks wobbled and shook as Naruto slammed his big fat cock mercilessly in and out of her gaping asshole.
His hips struck her ass with pinpoint precision, leaving a mark on her fair skin each time.
The ferocity with which his hips slammed against hers amplified the sound of flesh meeting flesh, filling the entire room with raucous slapping and banging that caused both of their ears to ring.
Naruto held Hinata close by the neck, whispering dirty phrases in her ear, whispering how much of a good girl she was, how wonderful her asshole felt around his cock, and how much he loved her.
The moment was so fucking intense.
Hinata couldn't stop cumming.
The midnight blue-haired woman screeched to the top of her lungs, her body jerking back and forth within Naruto's hold.
Tears of joy rushed down her face, "Yes!!! Your c-cock is s-so deep inside me! S-Soo deep!!"
Hinata was incredibly shocked by how deeply she felt Naruto's dick was buried within her.
Every time he gave her a thrust, his shaft penetrated deep within her, making her stomach bulge.
It was all repetitive.
Because of the speed he set, his dick appeared to do a multitude of things in a matter of seconds.
Hinata experienced a resonant vibration in her body from her boyfriend's throbbing cock.
She experienced every inch of him filling her to the brim, prodding and pounding her insides into submission, massaging her tight walls, and fondling and stroking her sensitive anus entrance.
Naruto was always within her, tethered to her, hammering her till the end.
It was all so much, Hinata could hardly think straight.
Hinata's lavender eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body under attack by strong spasms which caused her to shake quite irregularly.
"Ahh, I'm cumming!!! Oh kami, I'm gonna cum!!"
"Cum! Go on! Cum all over my cock! Drench my fucking floor!"
With a high-pitched scream, Hinata burst, once more attaining her climax for the thousandth time it seems.
She experienced another intense orgasm during which she squirted her essence all over the place, spasmed like a maniac, and screamed at the top of her lungs.
But the cock inside of her never stopped its movement.
Even while Hinata was experiencing her orgasm, Naruto continued to thrust his cock in and out of her asshole with the same intensity and speed as before, causing her emotions to skyrocket.
Her asshole began to grow highly sensitive, and her inner walls wanted nothing more than to push him out.
Yet, her defiant walls simply drove Naruto closer to his own climax, where he felt pure ecstasy the entire while.
He let out a loud, deep groan as he felt Hinata's anus walls clamp tightly around his erect cock, squeezing him with enough force to send him over the edge.
With a loud, triumphant moan, he flung back his head, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! That's good! Your ass feels so fucking good to my cock, Hinata-chan!"
Naruto felt his own climax approaching as his lover writhed on the chair in front of him, her body rocking back and forth as she submissively took his cock all the way till he came himself.
Choosing to hold Hinata's bouncing hips with both of his hands, Naruto finally releases Hinata, releasing the tight hold he had on her throat.
His fingers dug inside of her soft flesh, leaving behind fingerprint bruises, as he wrestled with her tight anus walls, and the tight squeeze of his gut.
He was there.
Naruto's blue eyes rolled, "Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Hinata-chan!"
Hinata screeched as well, extending her fingers forward to clutch the rim of her seat once more, pressing her nails into the wood surface as a way to combat the intense emotions she was experiencing.
She whipped her head over her shoulder and connected eyes with her growling lover, her lips trembling quite hysterically.
She nodded her head in a wild manner at him, her glossy lavender eyes glancing down at the cock that rapidly plunged in and out of her gushing insides.
"Yes!! Cum inside me, please! I-I want to feel you inside me!"
Naruto chuckled hoarsely at the sound of his girlfriend screeching pleas. And of course, he didn't deny them.
He was all in for what his girlfriend desired.
Naruto delivered a smack against her right ass cheek with one hand, growling deep, "Heh, what the lady wants…"
With a low moan, Naruto delivered one final push forward, a deep thrust where he drove his hips all the way forward until he kissed her own, providing her asshole a deep plunge with his twitching cock.
"Mmm, what the lady gets."
At that point, Naruto felt his cock finally release its essence, blasting its gooey fluids directly into Hinata's quivering asshole, which was now raw and completely expended.
His sperm shot deep inside her, causing her wails to grow louder, her trembling to intensify, and more of her essence to stream out of her.
Both cried out in ecstasy.
Naruto's eyes rolled back, his head sliding up, allowing a long and deep groan to escape from his chest and travel up toward the ceiling above him.
He emptied every last bit of his sperm inside his beloved with loud, deafening grunts and moans.
He simultaneously colored her anus walls white with his seed and elevated her internal temperature, affecting Hinata twice as much.
Naruto groaned in ecstasy, his girlfriend's anus walls squeezing his cock in a desperate attempt to extract every ounce of sperm from his body.
Naruto cursed, "Fuck yeah. Now that hits the fucking spot." Naruto snapped his head down to grin, "Kami, your walls are so goddamn greedy, Hinata-chan. They don't know when to quit."
Hinata whimpered in response.
Naruto let out a chuckle in response, doing so before pulling his cock out of her in one thrust. But such an action only caused Hinata's body to convulse and her sensitive asshole to prolapse.
"Mmm, now let me take a good look at you, baby." Naruto moaned before bending down and peeling her asscheeks open with his fingers, observing how gaping her second hole had become and how much he'd managed to fill it up.
The bar stool swayed back and forth as he positioned Hinata so that he could see her openings convulse and spill out its essences in a frenzy. Her asshole and pussy were both soiled with countless secretions that were steadily seeping out of the two holes.
Hinata whimpered as she struggled to recover her breath, but it was a difficult task considering how good she had just been fucked.
Her whole body couldn't stop trembling. Her asshole pulsed and quivered, now full of her lover's sperm, causing her stomach to clench and burn.
She felt her stomach twist and turn, giving her a sensation she couldn't shake.
It was all very intense.
The midnight blue-haired woman trembled so much, her lips were trembling, her hair messy as it fell over her shoulders, and over her glossy lavender eyes.
Naruto moaned softly as he witnessed the state of her two holes, his blue eyes glancing from bottom to top, his fingers present to pry her asscheeks wide open.
He watched as his white sperm slowly began to spill out of Hinata's pulsating asshole, slipping down the crack of her ass to sully her pussy and the chair she sat upon.
He groaned in awe, marveling at the creampie he gave Hinata's ass. He also marveled at how stretched out her anus was now.
Her asshole was gaping, opening, and closing in a shaking fit as though it wanted to speak to him directly but was simply too stimulated to do so. Naruto was able to simply peer into Hinata's second hole to catch a glimpse of her rosy crimson interior as a result of her second hole's wide gape.
Kami, it was such a gorgeous sight.
Naruto cursed, "Ahh, now would you look at that. Kami, that's fucking beautiful." Naruto cursed once more, spreading her asscheeks a little further. But his eyes never left her second hole which continuously oozed his white essence, leaking out of her gaping hole with no end in sight.
He came a lot.
Naruto groaned deeply at that particular detail, "Fuck, Hinata-chan, you look so goddamn beautiful with my sperm leaking out of you like that."
Hinata squeaked in embarrassment, her reddish cheeks growing even darker in hue, "N-N-Naruto-kun, y-you're s-such a p-perv." She slurred out in a drunken stupor.
Naruto only laughed.
He proceeded to lean forward to leave a kiss on her quivering asshole, pressing his lips against it.
"Mmm, I just can't get enough of you, baby."
He then moved his face back to press another kiss against her asscheek, just loving how her plump flesh jiggled against his face.
He hummed, his darkened blue eyes shifting toward the exhausted woman before him.
Hinata seemed to have reached her limit.
But lucky for her, Naruto was in the mood to pull an all-nighter.
He plans to go the whole way.
Naruto licked his lips, caressing his girlfriend's asscheeks softly, "Mmm, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Hinata-chan, but why stop here? We have the whole night."
Naruto's alluring purr slipped through the air and into Hinata's ears, where her overstimulated brain tried its best to decipher.
The midnight blue-haired woman let out a whimper.
She bit her lip. 'Naruto has so much stamina. I'm not even sure if I can keep up.' Hinata contemplated mentally to herself.
Hinata knew she could never keep up with Naruto during sex, but she had to confess she was having too much fun and she had no desire to finish her homework at the moment.
Her lavender eyes rested on the papers in front of her, papers that still lie cluttered on the kitchen island's surface.
Her gleaming eyes were drawn to her night's homework assignment, notably the question she had been struggling with earlier.
But, her eyes crossed and her vision distorted to the point that two versions of her assignment page appeared, leaving her unfocused and completely out of it.
Fuck it.
Hinata completely abandoned her evening's homework in favor of focusing all of her attention on Naruto so that she may enjoy and indulge herself with him all night long.
She turned her head towards him only to be greeted with a steamy kiss on the lips.
Hinata moaned softly, her head shifting from side to side as Naruto turned his own to deepen the kiss.
He palmed her ass as he did, his other hand working forth to clutch her left breast through her white tank top.
In the middle of the kiss, Hinata groaned, almost feeling as though she was going to fly away.
She was in complete ecstasy within Naruto's arms, a place she wished she could never leave.
Hinata received a few more kisses before Naruto ceased his intimate gesture to hear her response.
Hinata bit her lip at him, wiggling her ass in his grasp, "Mmm, how can I say no to you, my love?" She leaned in again, pressing her lips against his, causing both of them to groan in delight.
"Sure. I'm up for having more fun with you, Naruto-kun…"
A huge grin extended across Naruto's lips, and before Hinata knew it, she was scooped up from her chair and pulled into her boyfriend's arms, bridal style, before being carried off to his bedroom.
"Well then, let's not waste any more time. My bedroom awaits, my love."
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Notes:
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Haha, another intense one!
Sorry for blowing you all away with my dirty mind. But if you know me well, you know that craziness is just part of my personality, haha. 🤪🤪
The smut is intense, the kinks are crazy, and the themes will only get more extreme as time goes on.
There will also be a bunch of fluffy smut oneshots, just to reassure you. Although it won't always be fluffy, or vanilla, I want to make sure you're ready for the intense parts as well.
So please pay close attention to the tags. You are NOT required to continue reading if you find something there that you dislike. I can tell you that more oneshots are on the way, each of which will focus on a different aspect of the smut world. Therefore, don't feel like you're missing out on anything.
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Chapter 8: ❦Pigtails❦
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Hinata decides to experiment with a new hairdo, a rash decision that causes a greater impact on her significant other than she initially anticipated. An impact that causes Naruto to find himself unable to keep his eyes, nor, his hands off of her.
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Body Worship • Blank Period • Canon • Couple Goals • Creampie • Cunnilingus • Dirty Talk • Explicit • Fluff • Foreplay • Freaky • Frottage • Grinding • Groping • Hair • Hair Style • Hair Tugging • Intimacy • Kissing • Loss of Control • Lovers • Multiple Orgasms • Neck Kissing • NSFW • Oral Sex • Overstimulation • Panties/Lingerie • Passionate Sex • Pet Names • Pigtails • Possession • Power Play • Praise Kink • Rough Sex • Size Difference Kink • Slight Mention of Male Masturbation • Spanking • Stockings • Surprise • Teasing • Tooth-Rotting Fluff • Unprotected Sex • Vaginal Sex • Wholesome •
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Pigtails
"Oi! Hinata-chan, what are you doing in there? You've been in the bathroom for ages!"
A male's voice, a husky one with a strong sense of masculinity, carried through a dimly lit room and into an adjoining room.
Anyone with ears could practically hear the male's whining frustration, and sense his ongoing pout due to how harsh but desperate his voice sounded.
The anxious male in waiting, Naruto, was perched on the edge of the bed he and his beautiful lover shared with his arms crossed and a pouty expression on display. His cerulean eyes were fixed on the bathroom door directly across the room, a room that accommodated a special someone.
Hinata Hyuga, his girlfriend.
While waiting, Naruto's legs dangled limply from the bed, and his feet fidgeted with the carpet out of boredom.
His attention shifted down to the bright light emanating from the space under the bathroom door, a space Hinata currently occupied and had been occupying for quite some time.
Naruto couldn't put a finger on how long it had been, but he knew damn well that it was long enough to warrant suspicion.
Naruto grumbled, his lips turned downward.
'What is she doing in there, dammit?' The spiky-haired blonde sneered within his mind, his patience wearing thin.
In truth, all of Konoha knew that the blonde knucklehead ninja was never a man that was known for his patience. He detested waiting, stalling, and sitting around doing nothing.
The bountiful amounts of energy that was contained in his very body wouldn't allow him to do such a thing.
Naruto was a man of action, and right now, all he wanted was for his girlfriend to emerge from the room she had been hiding in, so he could finally give her the attention he had been aching to give her all damn day.
The blonde ninja, like he frequently feels when he leaves his lover and travels far away from home, has been rather forlorn after a week's worth of a mission.
The spiky-haired ninja is always given an eye-opening experience when he leaves Konohagakure, his safe haven, and encounters the darkness that lurks in the world, especially now that the war is done.
So much is exposed to him.
On occasion, when on a mission, his path takes him through deserted villages, where he can see that such towns have long since been destroyed by vile acts, carried out under the influence of the wickedness that dwells in individual's souls.
Such settlements merely appeared wiped out, abandoned, or to be diminishing away.
Naruto could only wonder in his mind what had become of the formerly bustling towns he often traversed during his journeys. Such areas, which were once vibrant but are now nothing but damaged wastelands, a deterioration that will mark its place in regions but its inhabitants lost to history.
He cannot, however, deny that it breaks his heart if his missions ultimately led him to corrupted villages where destitute, helpless adults and children were found.
Innocent people who had suffered at the hands of rapacious thieves who prowled freely, or tyrants who plotted and quarreled to cause suffering to the defenseless while craving for power that they did not possess.
Nothing could make Naruto happier than to put an end to those helpless individuals' suffering and throw those scumbags out of places of authority.
He had the ability to achieve his objectives, without a doubt, but none of that could stop his world from imploding. Nothing can change the fact that it is all now simply too much to bear.
Even a war, no matter which side wins, cannot put an end to evil, as Naruto has personally witnessed.
Evil still exists in the world.
It was all an endless cycle.
That is the exact reason why Naruto is always eager to return home, to escape the tumult of the outside world and return to his beloved. He wishes only to cuddle up against Hinata's soft body, and bask in the comfort of her presence.
For seven days, that is all he wished for.
But no, he has to wait.
Naruto's sneer deepened when he finally heard his girlfriend's voice, sweet like honey, relaying a message he certainly wasn't expecting.
"Just wait for me, love! I'm almost done getting ready for bed. I-I just, have to fix my hair."
Naruto's pout deepened and he kicked his legs back and forth, throwing a temper tantrum like a mere child.
"Hinata-chan, but I don't want to wait! Your hair is fine!"
The whiskered blonde's fit only worsened when he heard his lover giggle from behind the closed bathroom door.
"No, no, no, it's not—just sit tight, my love. I'll be out in just a second."
Naruto rolled his eyes at his lover's second response, before diverting his attention to his now fiddling thumbs that were lying in his lap.
The male scoffed, "Tch, fix my hair." Naruto whispered in frustration under his breath, copying his girlfriend's previous words in an act of defiance.
Truly, all Naruto wanted to do was rush to that very bathroom where his lover resided, barge inside, and yank her off of her feet to throw her in bed himself.
But he discredits that decision.
Never would he intrude on his Hinata hime—not when she had already requested privacy. He won't resort to such disrespectful conduct out of impatience just because he can't physically wait for her to get into bed.
He can't do that.
He won't do that.
He respects his beautiful hime far too much to do such a thing.
However, he was unable to ignore the anxiousness that was gnawing at his mind and distorting his emotions.
Naruto grumbled once more.
'Do all women take so long in the bathroom when preparing for bed? Or is it just my girlfriend?' Naruto snapped, his thoughts only plagued with perplexity and frustration.
After taking a quick but delightful ten-minute shower earlier, he changed into nothing more than a white muscle shirt and a pair of gray joggers, leaving him clean, satisfied, and prepared for bed.
The blonde could not help but compare his lover's time to his personal time spent in the bathroom and he certainly observed a significant difference.
One that concerned him immensely.
Since he and Hinata made it official, matters have altered completely for them both, and it becomes apparent every single day.
Before Hinata, Naruto knew little about women and their fanciful antics, and precisely because of this, he never thought their shenanigans were interesting enough to take part in.
Certainly, not the way Pervy Sage did.
But now that Hinata is actually his lover and they share a home together, Naruto has grown a lot more perceptive in an endeavor to get to know his lover better.
Nothing has been more important to him than getting to know her completely, including every little detail of her innermost thoughts, insecurities, and desires.
And now that he is back at home, he has noticed that Hinata's been acting strangely.
Apprehensive.
Flustered.
Secretive.
Naruto has also noticed that Hinata is taking longer than normal to get ready for bed in the bathroom.
Doing what, exactly?
Naruto doesn't have one clue.
But he was willing to get to the bottom of it.
So the blonde ninja waited, as he had no choice. He waited a bit longer, just until finally his very wish was granted.
A switch of the light and a creak of a door caught Naruto's attention immediately, causing the impatient blonde to whip his head up and face the direction of the noise.
His blue eyes were narrowed, arms crossed once again, as he finally faced his emerging girlfriend within the darkness.
He let out a deep sigh, "Damnit, Hinata-chan. I've been waiting for you." Naruto's blonde eyebrows furrowed, "What were you doing in-?"
Naruto's whiny dialogue ceased when he finally caught sight of his midnight blue-haired lover fully, a sight that answered all of his nagging questions.
Nervously, Hinata emerged out of the darkness, the lavender robe she wore swaying in the light wind behind her as she took a slow stride forward, to step in front of her seated boyfriend.
"I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean to keep you waiting, Naruto-kun. I just..."
Hinata's words faded to cute stammers as she nervously stood before her partner, relapsing to her nervous habit of twiddling her fingers from her youth as she focused her attention on the ground given her dropped head.
Naruto was left motionless upon his bed, blue eyes wide and transfixed, mouth gaping, and shock etched all over his features as he gazed face to face with the freshly altered version of his girlfriend; a side of her he's never seen before.
Shakily, he lifted one finger, pointing to the aspect of her body that she had mentioned previously and so drew his attention first.
Her hair.
Naruto gasped, "H-Hinata-chan, your hair! Wh-What-!"
With her once-pale cheeks now flaming crimson, Hinata gasped in response due to Naruto's loud expressions of surprise, truly flustered by his reaction to her rash decision to...seduce him.
Finally, there in the opening—finally in front of Naruto, was his lover, who appeared to have taken a great leap of faith and decided to go for a sexier look tonight, one that undoubtedly took the blonde ninja's attention off the awful events of his mission and instead completely rooted him at the moment.
Surprisingly, Hinata picked a different look for her midnight blue hair today. Apart from the customary style of letting her hair hang down or occasionally pulled back into a low ponytail, the lovely kunoichi opted to experiment with pigtails.
High pigtails.
Her extremely long and silky hair was held separated by two elastic bands that each had a purple bow adornment.
Her dark hair was separated evenly down the middle of her scalp, allowing for the wearing of one pigtail on both sides of her head, with the left half of her hair resting on the left and the right half on the right.
The divided hair on the sides of her head was bound by elastic bands at the very ends, allowing the rest of her hair to freely cascade down her shoulders and chest.
Such a hairdo highlighted her bangs to the fullest, giving them room to drape down her forehead and cheeks, tickling her skin as they did so.
Such a hairstyle was novel, as was his girlfriend's very appearance. Naruto was overcome with so many emotions by the altered details that were in front of him that he was unable to adequately express them.
He could only gape like an idiot, speechless.
Naruto's state of mind worsened when he used his eyes to further inspect Hinata's body, only to ultimately discover an even bigger surprise.
At this very moment, Hinata's body was dressed in sexy lavender lingerie from head to toe. His girlfriend's stunning hourglass figure was veiled by her lavender lingerie, which appeared to be lighter in hue than the purple bows used to fasten her hair.
Due to the flower basis designs that covered every inch of the underwear set, her lingerie truly appeared to be fashioned by mother nature herself.
Hinata's stunning nightwear was a two-piece set that comprised a bra top to assist control of her huge melons and a bottom portion, or more specifically, panties, to conceal her lower counterpart.
Hinata's floral undergarments were predominantly lavender in color with white floral embroidery, straps, and purple bows as accents.
The white floral designs and purple bows could be spotted blooming all over her undergarments, but primarily along her bra straps, cups, the garter belt that covered her slender belly, and panties.
Hinata's lingerie outfit even included thigh belts that hung from her garter belt and adhered to the fully white stockings that enveloped her creamy thighs and legs. Such stockings encompassed every curve of her physique, following the outline of her figure all the way down to her toes, which thrilled Naruto even more.
He could feel his jaws sting from how wide they were currently drooping open.
Hinata finished off her sensual image with a silky lavender robe that slid down her backside and just along the sides of her, drawing complete attention only to her intimate clothing choice.
The lavender apparel as a whole drew out Hinata's gentle beauty, exposing her natural delicacy. The seductive attire highlighted her velvety skin while gripping her body tight, displaying every nook and crevice of her, every inch of her skin.
Hinata's pale skin appeared so soft to Naruto that it made his mouth water and his fingertips tingle.
He genuinely desired to palm her skin, to grasp and grip her with his hands.
She truly looked like an exquisite museum exhibit. She stood there before him like a delicate masterpiece, beckoning Naruto to touch her, but he knew if he did, he would damage how precious she appeared.
He'd surely make a mess of her.
Her lingerie suit did not hold back in seducing Naruto, exhibiting every curve, every distinguishing feature, and every aspect of Hinata that Naruto has fallen completely in love with. The underwear set showcased all of his girlfriend's beauties which truly brought him to his knees.
Hinata was an absolute marvel.
Because of that very reason, Naruto was having difficulty closing his mouth. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
He couldn't stop gaping!
The stunned blonde ninja ran his tongue quickly across his dry lips to dampen them as he raced his blue eyes up and down his girlfriend's beautiful figure again. But every time he did, every time he looked at her, his situation worsened.
His thoughts were a disorganized jumble, and his body's masculine hormones were beginning to function quite strangely.
He was starting to grow very horny.
Impressed but fucking horny, no doubt.
But despite his best efforts, Naruto was unable to shake the immense perplexity that was gripping his emotions.
Naruto was unable to comprehend that Hinata, his overly timid girlfriend, who normally settles for baggy garments or overly long skirts and dresses, was now in front of him, presenting him with every bit of her.
All dolled and dressed up just for him.
Naruto couldn't believe his damn eyes.
The spectacular scene that was unfolding right before his eyes had more than compensated for his prolonged wait.
Now that Naruto has learned what has kept Hinata so busy and away for so long, she most certainly has earned his immediate pardon for keeping him waiting.
'None of that matters now.' Naruto thought in his head in a lustful daze.
He can't lie to himself and say Hinata's secret little quest to seduce him wasn't succeeding, despite her unusual behavior and out-of-character actions.
Her mission was indeed successful.
Naruto couldn't lie to himself about how much he enjoyed the display of his desirable-clad girlfriend.
Dammit, he couldn't deny it.
He won't deny it.
Naruto gave his lip a sultry bite, before leaning his body forward to get a closer look at the beauty before him. But by his movement, the bed creaked underneath his weight, a sound that broke the silence in the room.
Hinata squeaked, keeping up with the nervous tapping of her fingers, just before her torso.
Naruto hummed, squinting his blue eyes at the masterpiece in front of him. He moaned, "Oh Hinata-chan, what is going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" He tilted his head, his short blonde hair following, "What were you thinking, wearing such naughty clothing, huh?"
Hinata squeaked once more, her pale complexion turning a faint shade of pink as her scarlet flush spread quickly from her face down to the rest of her body.
In a fit of embarrassment, Hinata furiously shook her head, which only made her pigtails wag like two puppy dog ears through the air, drawing a lot of attention to them.
Naruto let out a groan under his breath, his pants seemingly tightening as his cock hardened in their tight confines within them.
The horny blonde watched Hinata as she battled with embarrassment, not once able to meet his eye. Instead, she gave the ground her attention, whimpering, "I-I know, I look ridiculous. I knew this was such a terrible i-idea-"
Naruto's blue eyes narrowed as he watched his stammering lover turn away from him, exposing her backside in an attempt to flee back into the bathroom to change.
"I-I will just take it off-"
But before she could take another step, Naruto's body rose from his seated spot to dart across the room, seemingly teleporting to her location to stop her.
In a blink of an eye, he extended one hand and quickly grabbed Hinata's right wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
Hinata let out a sharp gasp as she felt her body come to a complete stop, becoming immobile due to the warm hand that was now completely encircling her wrist.
In response to Naruto's sudden movement, a gust of wind was formed, whisking Hinata up into its cold embrace. Her silk robe also flapped and fluttered back and forth behind her.
"Hinata-chan, baby." Her lover's deep voice could be heard, sweeping the room like a cloak of warmth to reach her and awaken her from her reverie of insecurities.
Hinata's body slowly twisted around to face her partner, who was no longer sitting on their bed but was now standing before her, bringing her short stature to shame once more.
Naruto's entire body was quite tall, towering over her by a significant amount of inches. His blonde head was lowered greatly, and his upper body was somewhat bent as he peered down at his short but adorable girlfriend, demonstrating his incredibly towering stature.
Hinata's breath was completely taken away by the look in her boyfriend's blue eyes, which were glistening and illuminating in the dimmed light, only fixed on her and her alone.
Her breathing grew faster as she watched his other hand—the one that was free—move forward to cup her chin and gently hold her face in place.
Naruto ran his thumb across the silky texture of her skin while maintaining eye contact, finally satisfying his desire to touch his lover.
Her pale skin was so soft just as the pillows they slept on every night, and he knew so once his thumb ran across her flesh, caressing it as delicately as he could.
Naruto smiled, a bright smile before giving his head a shake, "No, you shouldn't say things like that about yourself, Hinata-chan."
He halted, taking a second to examine Hinata's entire body once more.
His grin widened, "What you are and how you currently appear is far from ridiculous. Don't get me wrong—it's very new, heh."
Hinata's face turned redder in response to Naruto's playful comment due to her underwear set. His husky voice emphasized the word "very," and as his blue eyes once more swept over her body, he couldn't help but amusingly project how different she now looked and how much of a shock it was to him.
However, Naruto wasn't finished. He carried on with his speech, comforting his girlfriend by stroking her cheek the entire time.
"But even so, ridiculous is certainly not a word I would describe you at all."
Hinata's lavender eyes widened as she absorbed Naruto's words in full. She certainly didn't anticipate that her blonde lover would genuinely take pleasure in her lewd choice of attire.
Actually, she wasn't quite certain how Naruto would respond.
However, the particular reaction he gave her caught her completely off guard.
She gaped in shock, "R-Really?" Hinata bent her head cautiously to examine her body once more, identifying her lingerie and how it displayed cleavage, as well as all the curves she adorns, which she usually keeps to herself.
But because now that she was dressed in sensuous garments, which did nothing except display and accentuate all of her womanly privates to the world, she felt a sense of nakedness she had never felt before.
A strong sense of insecurity and vulnerability.
She was undoubtedly rethinking her naughty little plan.
Hinata hesitantly looked back up at Naruto, a pout displayed on her porcelain features, "W-Well, if I do n-not look ridiculous as you s-say. Th-Then how would you d-describe me? How d-do I l-look-?"
"Beautiful, baby." Naruto whispered lightly against his lover's plump lips, watching intently as his girlfriend's eyes sprang wide open, astonished beyond belief by his words.
The blonde ninja chuckled before returning his gaze to his girlfriend's physique. Now that he was near, he could see her dressed in her sexy lingerie in great detail, which undoubtedly only caused his dick to stand fully erect in his trousers.
Hinata was so beautiful, Naruto couldn't believe she was real.
No.
He couldn't believe that she was all his.
Once more biting his lip, Naruto peered seductively down at his bewildered girlfriend. His blue eyes could be seen darkening as his arousal grew.
'Yes, all mine.' Naruto claimed his midnight blue-haired beauty in his head, where many other sexual fantasies roamed free, thoughts he yearned to make a reality.
"Hinata-chan, every inch of you is perfect in my eyes; there is no need for you to run or hide from me," The blonde ninja voiced, nodding his head, "It's just you and me and I say, let me take this moment, to appreciate all of you, yeah?" Naruto brushed his thumb along her cheek once again, taking note of how warm her skin was.
The blonde ninja nodded to corroborate his statements before releasing his grip on her chin, only before circling around her.
Hinata's heart skipped several beats thanks to the numerous praises she received and the fact that her boyfriend was now strolling around her entire body, inspecting her from every angle with those deep blue eyes of his.
Naruto hummed in glee, taking slow steps around his gorgeous girlfriend, "Mmm, yes, you're so beautiful."
Many comments sprung from his mouth as he made his journey around her in a circular fashion.
"Holy fuck, you're so goddamn gorgeous."
"Holy shit, shit, shit."
Naruto cursed numerous times under his breath as he examined her, and at times, he even reached out to touch her.
He surprised her by suddenly guiding his fingers forward to flick her left pigtail, watching as it rocked side to side in the air.
Hinata heard him moan.
"You have no idea how much of an effect you have on me, Hinata-chan." He whispered.
"You have no idea what you do to me."
Naruto's words practically surfaced as moans as they slipped past his lips, spoken right by her ears. Her body was hit with severe chills and tingles due to the fact she sensed her boyfriend's eyes heavily scrutinizing her.
She felt her heart race when she ultimately locked eyes on him from where he finished his journey around her backside to step in front of her.
His head was found turned, stretched across his broad shoulder. He stared directly into her lavender eyes with those murky blue orbs of his, peering into her very soul.
She returned his gaze as he returned hers.
Her gaze strayed freely, just as his gaze did.
Hinata's body shuddered as her lavender gaze drifted down to her boyfriend's tan muscles, which broke free from the confines of his white muscle shirt. His muscles were crisp, defined, and gleaming with sweat, which was obvious even in the dim light.
Thick blue veins ran all across his left arm to travel throughout every part of him, flexing and bulging along with his movements. He walked forward while his prosthetic arm, which was covered in thick, white bandages, mimicked the movement of his left arm by swinging back and forth in the air.
Naruto's physique, his entire being, was extraordinary as a result of the extensive training he undergoes on the training grounds and during missions, constantly putting forth the effort to maintain tone and fitness.
Hinata's eyes fluttered, as if under a spell, as she cast a longing glance at her boyfriend who was present before her.
She even caught sight of his erect penis, which rested in the inner reaches of his trousers, straining against the fabric as a tangible sign of its need to be set free.
Hinata bit her lip.
Throughout his journey, Naruto's steps were light upon the carpet, but shuffles of sound were made, letting her know where he was even when he wasn't in front of her.
He took a few steps before her sight before disappearing behind her where she had to rely on her sense of hearing to convey where he was.
Naruto leaned in close from behind, lowering his head to make contact with her neck. He took a deep inhale from Hinata and immediately smelled a rich vanilla scent emanating from her, courtesy of the bath soaps and oils she generally used to cleanse herself.
He groaned near her ear, "Tell me, Hinata-chan, what's the special occasion, hm?"
A few steps were made.
"You look like a present, all wrapped, and dolled up just for me, and so I ask you..."
Hinata gasped as she felt enormous hands abruptly creep down her extended arms, just along her silky robe.
Such hands traced her limbs, tightly touching and gripping her flesh through the fabric of her clothes.
But next, came the touch of warm lips.
Naruto's lips raced at her like a tidal wave, crashing along her neck to surprise her with a slew of butterfly kisses that made her heart race even faster, and the tingles that traveled through her body hit her with increasing force.
Hinata groaned softly as she felt her boyfriend ensnare her in his arms from behind her petite form, lavishing her with kisses along her neck.
He kissed her throat, clavicle, and even along the nape of her neck with his head lowered low. The horny blonde male smothered her with kisses all along her neck, never missing a spot, further entangling Hinata in a realm of yearning.
She subconsciously began rolling her neck in time with his motions to provide him full access to more of her needy flesh.
His kisses were delicate and full of passion as they were applied to Hinata's skin, making it quite difficult for her to remain still.
She squirmed in her boyfriend's grasp, her legs trembling below her. Her pussy also began to leak its juices within her underwear, twitching against the lace fabric.
"Ooh, N-Naruto-kun-"
"What's the special occasion, Hinata-chan?"
Naruto's query was repeated to her in hoarse tones between kisses. His breath was hot, and it caused goosebumps to appear on her skin all over.
Hinata shuddered, engrossed in the pleasure her boyfriend was giving her.
However, Naruto's question continued to ring in her ears, serving as a signal. Such an inkling would not leave her head.
She couldn't ignore explaining why the situation was occurring as it was in the first place. Such an explanation was one she rehearsed to herself over and over as she spent her time in the bathroom by herself, away from her lover's gaze.
Now, the time has come...
Hinata opened her mouth and made the best of her efforts to talk despite her high level of arousal and the numerous triggers that were applied to her stimulus.
"I-I...mmm."
A moan broke through her lips as Naruto moved his head, switching to the left side of her neck to lavish.
"Hmm?" Naruto hummed in curiosity.
Hinata tried speaking again.
She breathed heavily, her lavender eyes closing to help block out the overwhelming events around her.
"N-Naruto-kun, for a very long time, I have w-wanted to personally express my gratitude for all the effort and devotion you have put f-forth on behalf of Konoha, mmm."
Another kiss was given.
"to your friends, ooh..."
Another.
"To me.."
Another kiss was applied to her neck and she suddenly felt hands gently clutch her lavender robe from behind. She then felt the silky fabric begin sliding off of her frame, down her arms, and backside.
Silently, it pooled on the floor by her feet, unveiling her completely.
Hinata shuddered when she heard a deep growl escape her boyfriend's lips as he surveyed her unrobed backside, more of her lingerie exposed as it clung to her body.
But she never stopped speaking, urgently trying to get every word out to express her love for Naruto, to shower him with everything he deserves.
Her heart fluttered in her chest, "Oh Naruto-kun, you have made me proud so many times, I have lost count. Your dedication to h-helping those in need, your encouragement to s-support your friends as they become stronger, your n-never-ending perseverance, the s-sacrifices you make for your home, a-and even your remarkable mission successes have always s-served as an inspiration to me. Just being by your side has made me happier than I've ever been-ooh!"
Her words were cut short when her moans grew in volume once she felt the hands from her boyfriend return to her body, only to swoop around her torso to cup her breasts, groping her womanly mounds through her lingerie.
All the while, Naruto listened to every word Hinata spoke.
Every single word.
Leaning against Hinata's body, he pressed his hips against hers so that she could feel the emotions he felt as well—current emotions that surged through his body in response to her speech.
He began to quiver, and she could feel it.
His breathing became more rapid, and she could hear it.
She experienced it all even as his dick twitched against her bottom, hardening even more within his pants.
He began to mold her breasts in his hands, stroking them in a circular motion, showering her with even more pleasure in appreciation for her heartfelt remarks.
Hinata bit her lower lip, trying to keep her moans at bay, "Watching you improve as a ninja..."
She let out a shuddered breath.
"W-Watching you improve as a man has truly been a grand sight to behold. I am grateful for h-having the privilege to be at your side as you gr-grow into the man you were always destined to become."
Hinata smiled as she heard her partner sigh happily against her neck before going down to kiss her shoulder. He mumbled sweet but emotional thank you's against her skin, praising her with love nothings under his breath.
"Oh, Hinata-chan, fuck, you're so good to me, baby."
"My precious, precious hime."
"I love you so much."
Because of Naruto's gushing praise, Hinata giggled softly, "Naruto-kun, having sp-spent so much time observing you, I've been i-inspired to step beyond my comfort zone, to develop in every m-manner I can, and become more aware of every aspect of who I am."
Hinata paused her words to spare a glance down at the floor, her cheeks flushed entirely.
"S-So I..."
"Mmm." Her horny boyfriend let out a moan, breathing his desire right next to her ear so she could hear the full range of his husky voice and the deep vibrations it produced.
He was beginning to catch on to Hinata's naughty plan.
Naruto put a pause to his groping to instead slide his hands down his lover's physique, following her contours through her lingerie.
"So, that is why you've planned all of this, eh?" Naruto tugged at the fabric of her lingerie by the waist, tugging it with his fingers. He watched in amusement as the stretchy fabric resisted and ultimately snapped back in place, snapping against Hinata's pale skin.
The fabric gave her a light pop which caused her to mewl softly.
Nonetheless, she responded to Naruto's question, however breathlessly.
She shook her head slightly, "A-Actually, Sakura-chan, and Ino-chan helped me. While you were away on your mission, I confided in them, i-informing them of my desire to ex-express my gratitude to you for a-all of your accomplishments." She explained nervously, "S-So i-in return, they both gave me r-recommendations on how to style my hair and what to wear to r-romantically surprise you, and they also encouraged me to be m-more confident in the bedroom."
"Sakura-chan and Ino-chan helped you, eh?" Naruto chuckled before jerking his thick fingers down to grab her round buttocks, his warm hands clinging to the rotund flesh.
He watched as her ass bunched up in his grasp and enthusiastically so, he squeezed her cheeks.
Hinata's body was jolted with pleasure, causing her to gasp in surprise.
Her hands seemed to move on their own, and they raced back to grip Naruto's outstretched limbs which groped the hell out of her buttocks.
Her pigtails wagged through the air as she turned her head over her shoulder to face him.
She whimpered, "N-Naruto-kun!"
"Oh my beautiful hime, they're such bad influences on you. But I must give respect where it's due. I must say, I am very impressed, my love."
Naruto moaned.
"You look sexy as hell. I'm looking forward to completely relishing the great pleasure that you are." Naruto leaned closer to his lover's ear, "I can't wait to fill you up with my cock-"
Hinata squeaked in embarrassment, clutching Naruto's arms tighter. She found herself screaming his name again.
"N-N-Naruto-kun!"
The horny blonde chuckled, quite amused that his dirty remark managed to fluster his beloved.
The entire while, his hands never left her body, caressing her buttocks through her undergarments with exquisite strokes and massages. His hooded blue eyes remained fixed on her turned head, never leaving her face.
Once their eyes finally connected, however, it was as if sparks flew and time came to a complete halt.
A glimmer of happiness emerged in each of their eyes as they gazed at their lover as a whole, admiring every part of one another.
All jokes were thrown aside, and the two became much more serious, for they grew overwhelmed by multiple emotions all at once now that they had their true love in their sights.
Naruto smiled, large and wide, a smile that projected all of his emotions.
Happiness. Appreciation. Love.
Naruto moved forward to softly peck Hinata's lips from where her head was turned, only to draw back, "Thank you, Hinata-chan." His blue eyes twinkled once more, tears of joy building up, "Thank you for keeping my world from falling apart. Thank you for being the source of my happiness, my safe haven, my home."
Naruto pecked her lips again, "Thank you, for everything, my beautiful hime."
And it was only those words, that Hinata officially felt tears prick her side, her lavender eyes tearing up as she gazed at her blonde lover who held her close, pressed against his strong build.
She extended her right hand to cup Naruto's right cheek, sliding her thumb across the three lines of whiskers that distinguished them.
"Oh Naruto-kun, you don't need to thank me." She whispered with a smile that took Naruto's breath away, "I shall always be by your side." She reassured as she drew her hand back and ran her fingers through her lover's short blonde hair, cupping the back of his head.
"Always, my love."
Only after those words did the two commence a deep, passionate kiss, thrusting their heads forward so their lips could crash against the other's, in an effort to physically convey their love.
No more words were spoken, no more time was wasted; only now were the two making it their mission to lay their hands all over one another, to finally begin their night of love and passion.
Naruto moaned as he rocked his head to deepen the kiss, Hinata's outstretched palm cupping the back of his head, keeping it in place.
His hands wandered his lover's body once more, only to settle on grabbing her waist. He did so, just as he began to take a step forward, his movement merely guiding his lover forward as well.
The two kissed, savoring one another lips while taking a few steps forward, creeping ever so slowly to their bed.
Until they were there.
Moans of delight sprang from Hinata's lips as Naruto suddenly wrenched himself away from her, ending the kiss abruptly to push her down on the bed.
She landed with a soft thud within the warm recesses of their white sheets, snuggled in the fabric on the anterior portion of her body.
Naruto groaned as he witnessed his girlfriend lay sprawled along the bed, fully flat on her stomach, exposing her lingerie-clothed backside to him.
He advanced with a moan.
It was now his turn to climb up on the bed, but as he did, he extended his hands and grabbed his wife's hips. He gently shimmied her petite body further onto the bed until she was positioned in the center of the entire surface, rather than close to the edge.
Given Naruto's actions of moving his girlfriend, the bed rumbled and creaked, the tidy blankets beneath them fast becoming ruined by their presence.
Along the way, Hinata's pigtails swung back and forth behind her, swaying like a pendulum, which captivated Naruto.
His hooded eyes were fixed on her pinned hair, as if in a trance, his gaze never wavering from her swaying pigtails as he moved Hinata across the bed.
Her hair was surely bringing out a secret kink that he'd developed over the course of engaging in lovemaking with his beautiful girlfriend.
He wanted to tug and pull Hinata's hair.
He wanted to wrap his palms around a good portion of her silky hair and give it a nice yank.
Naruto smirked quite lewdly.
Oh, in due time.
Hinata was ultimately placed in the desired position by Naruto after a few shimmies, with her entire body—from head to toe—fully splayed along the bed in an extraordinarily snug manner.
She let out an adorable giggle, sparing a lovely glance back at her lover as she laid her head on the sheets, kicking her legs gently behind her.
Naruto cast a seductive glance down at her before moving forward, lowering his arms to rest them beside her head, smashing his palms into the fabric of their sheets.
Hinata lunged for those powerful arms, wrapping her delicate limbs around them and caressing them both with her thumbs.
"Naruto-kun."
"Hinata-chan."
The two moaned each other's names as they grew increasingly immersed in the realm of ecstasy, absolutely cherishing the intimate proximity of their bodies.
Naruto leaned over his prone girlfriend, his hands on either side of her head and his knees on either side of her waist.
He began to trail her backside with kisses.
Gently and thoroughly, his head alternated from left to right in an effort to kiss his lover's visible skin, the skin that wasn't hidden by her beautiful lingerie.
His kisses, just as before, were delicate, his lips puckered, pressed together to plant themselves all along her back, just along her spine.
Naruto kept a watchful eye on his lover as she spasmed, and rose off the bed, trembling and quivering beneath the gentle touch of his lips.
As the midnight blue-haired kunoichi received moist kisses from her blonde boyfriend at various points and intervals, she felt tingles strike her all over, tingles of both pleasure and astonishment.
Hinata moaned, gripping Naruto's arms tighter, "Oh yes, just like that, N-Naruto-kun."
"You like that, huh?" He breathed his hot breath along her backside, raising his head to direct his hooded blue eyes up at the back of his lover's head.
A brief glance.
Hinata shivered once again and gasped out a delighted "yes" in response to his sensual inquiry, which made him grin.
Soon after, Naruto resumed kissing Hinata once more, as if hooked, plopping more wet kisses along her backside.
His head bowed low. He took a vertical motion as he expressed his love, planting a kiss on the visible skin down her spine on the left side before heading to the right side of her back to plant another.
He took his time and enjoyed giving his gentle lover his full attention.
He used this opportunity to convey his love for her unconditionally, to physically show her how committed he was to her, and to express his gratitude for her desire to surprise him and congratulate him on all of his successes.
He wanted to express his gratitude to her for always being there for him, for always being there to greet him at the door of his home with a smile and nothing but love to give.
He wished to repay her for it all.
On that note, he decided to raise the ante by thrusting his pelvis against her, slamming his hips squarely against her luscious ass through her underwear.
Naruto moved with tremendous power, but with grace and fluidity. His hips waved in a perfect rhythm before smashing directly against her ass, which jiggled precisely on cue.
Hinata squealed with delight as she felt her pleasure gates substantially awakened by the lovely sensation of her boyfriend dry-humping her, driving his erection in between the crack of her ass.
Soon, Hinata's loud cries began to fill the once-quiet room, escaping through gaping lips. The squeaking of the bed was added to the mix as well, creating an exquisite sound of passion as the two lovers gradually but steadily intensified the heat.
Naruto hummed into his girlfriend's shoulder, holding his posture solid with his hands to prolong his humping fit.
He moaned deeply, by Hinata's right ear, the sound rumbling out of his chest, "You like that, Hinata-chan?" He asked her again, hoping to hear more of his lover's gentle voice.
Once more, his hips slid down to brush against hers, seemingly pushing her deeper and deeper into the bed sheets. A full wave of ecstasy erupted and swept both of them away at the slightest contact of their lower regions and the friction of their hips.
The thrill was simply intoxicating. It was amazing alone for them both to be so close to being joined—just a few layers of clothing away.
Such a feeling was especially intense for Naruto, only causing the blonde to continue his lewd movements.
Hinata nodded, responding to her vigorous blonde boyfriend's earlier question. She turned her head slightly over her shoulder to connect her eyes with him, biting her lower lip.
"Y-Yes, that feels sooo good, N-Naruto-kun. Please, d-don't stop."
Naruto took a deep breath near her ear before leaning down to kiss her shoulder. His dark blue eyes slid over her body once more, completely enamored with the image of her in her lavender lingerie.
He couldn't get used to such a sight.
She looked so damn scrumptious.
The short-haired blonde moaned, "Mmm, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you in this—in your lingerie." His hip thrusts increased as they pounded her through his pants quicker and harder, giving her a sneak peek of what was to come.
"I want to slide your panties aside and just go to town. I just want to have fun with you all night long." By her ear, Naruto whispered his fantasies to Hinata as if drunk and thus unable to control the words that spilled out of his mouth.
His head was a blur, filled solely with images of his girlfriend engaged in lewd behavior, all displayed directly in front of his gaze and executed by his hands.
He couldn't stop himself from speaking his mind.
He wanted what he wanted.
He wanted Hinata.
And surely, Hinata was not going to deprive him of the opportunity to have her.
She hummed low in her throat, her lavender eyes becoming murkier due to arousal.
Her foggy gaze was drawn to Naruto's, her head peeking over her shoulder back at her hovering lover.
Their breaths entwined, and their bodies collided every second as Naruto crashed his hips against hers, practically driving the air out of her lungs.
Hinata nodded her head quite vigorously, her cheeks flushed, "Yes, I am yours, Naruto-kun. You c-can do as you wish with me." She let out a breathless moan due to receiving another intense hip thrust against her rear, momentarily cutting her words short, "This night, like each and every night, is yours to enjoy any way you see fit."
Hinata smiled, a heartfelt smile, "M-My love, you deserve it."
Naruto breathed a shaken sigh of relief as a result of his lover's passionate words before lowering his head to kiss the top of his lover's forehead, through her dark-blue bangs.
He hummed, a hum of satisfaction.
"Oh, thank you so much, my lovely hime. I'm going to make this night worthwhile, Hinata-chan. Just lay right there, your work is all done."
Naruto took one last deep breath against the pigtailed woman, before ceasing his humping, "Now it's my turn, love," Naruto murmured hotly, "Allow me to reward you for your dedication. Let me demonstrate the effect of your naughty surprise."
Following those comments, Naruto shifted his arms away from Hinata, causing her to release her hold on them.
He proceeded to use his two arms to slither his body down Hinata's, his legs brushing against the sheets in a downward motion in an effort to get closer to the lower portion of her body.
His eyes, however, never left the back of her head.
Hinata shuddered in reaction, her body easily detecting his intense gaze, her ears filled with the creaking of the bed, indicating her lover's movements.
She cast another glimpse over her shoulder at him, watching as he settled over her lower legs, this time with her covered bottom in his sight.
His body towered over hers, his knees being all that was holding him up on the bed.
He glanced back at her with those murky blue eyes of his. He gave her a nod.
"Lift that pretty ass of yours, would ya? Arch your back too." He whispered breathlessly through the air, "I need a closer look at you."
Such a lewd order instantly caused Hinata's cheeks to burn brighter.
But she obeyed.
Hinata nodded without hesitation and shifted her body into a posture that would enhance Naruto's satisfaction.
The midnight-blue-haired woman gently pushed her body onto all fours.
She also arched her back, slipping her legs further out from underneath Naruto's legs to extend them wide.
She placed her head directly upon the bed for comfort, her hands left to bawl up the sheets just beside her; to keep her steady.
She raised her ass gently in the air, pushing her pelvis away from its inert posture against the bed, giving Naruto a front-row seat to her hidden treasures.
Hinata let out a whimper as she was smacked across the ass for her obedience, a growl slipping from her blonde lover's clamped jaws.
"Now that's a good girl." She heard Naruto praise her, which made her feel so good inside.
She turned her head sideways on the bed so she was able to peer back at Naruto and witness all the things he had in store for her.
She watched breathlessly as he eyed her raised ass, lost in his own distorted thoughts. He ran his tongue across his lips, sensually licking them at the delectable sight before him.
At such a sight, Hinata felt her entire body begin to heat up.
She kept a close eye on the blonde ninja as he began to drift one hand down to grab the bottom of his muscle shirt.
He grabbed it firmly with his prosthetic hand, pulled it over his head, and discarded it to show off his gleaming pectorals, pink nipples, and rock-hard six-pack.
His movement caused his short blonde hair to sway, rustling messily upon his head.
Now it was Hinata's turn to lick her lips.
"Mmm, so handsome." She whispered under her breath, "You're gonna make me melt, my love."
Naruto chuckled before leaping forward to seize her hips with both hands, just before rolling his own forward again to give her another thrust.
Her body rushed forward, along the bed, her lips flung open to moan once more.
But Naruto's grin never wavered, in fact, it grew, "Oh, baby, I wish to do more than just make you melt. I want to make you cum again, and again, and again."
Naruto bent his head lower, moving his head closer to his girlfriend's crotch, just where her gorgeous lavender panties were covering her pussy from his view.
He inched his thumb over to feel against the covered slit of her pussy, rubbing her through her panties.
He immediately felt her twitch against his finger.
He also noticed how wet she was, practically soaking her underwear, her love juices dripping through.
Her arousal was so strong, actively calling for him to satisfy. Just as her body did.
Hinata mewled in joy as she was finally touched by her boyfriend, her pussy throbbing and aching, in need of her lover's attention, his touch. No, his cock.
She wanted him inside her.
Hinata breathed deeply, clutching the bed sheets tighter with her fingers, "Naruto-kun, please, my pussy wants you so bad. I w-want you to t-touch me more. I want your cock inside me-"
But just as she finished those words, she felt her lover yank her underwear to the side, revealing her pink pussy to the room, to his eyes.
Her underwear was drawn over by thick fingers, causing the fabric to sink into the left lining of her inner thigh where it lay next to her pussy lips.
At this time, the pigtailed kunoichi was breathing heavily, particularly as the cool air of the room began to make contact with her now-visible lower lips, causing them to shiver and shake in response.
Naruto marveled at her pussy lips by releasing curses, rubbing her pink slit with his thumb.
He watched as her translucent liquids began to sully his finger, her inner thighs, and even the bed underneath her as it all escaped from her hungry entrance.
Naruto groaned, "Fuck, you're so fucking naughty, baby."
He cursed once more, "Holy shit, you're dripping all over the place."
Hinata squirmed, her entire body flushed as her boyfriend witnessed her pussy's aroused state, heavily coated in juices, shimmering and aching; eager to be plowed.
The cat was out of the bag now, and Naruto could see for himself that Hinata was much more excited to dress up for him than she initially let on.
Naruto licked his lips. 'Naughty, naughty girl.' He thought to himself, a cheeky grin on his face, now that he's discovered his timid girlfriend's secret.
The blonde chuckled before dropping his head even further, immersing himself in the wonderland her open legs revealed.
Now he was face to face with her pussy, watching firsthand how her glistening hole puckered at him. Her aroma from her arousal juices was intense as he breathed into her, a scent so sweet it made his mouth water.
He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't wait to taste her.
Naruto let out a deep hum, "Mmm, don't worry. Allow me to clean up your mess, Hinata-chan."
Only after those words did Hinata feel the surge of hot lips rush forward and slam against her sensitive pussy lips with full force, knocking the air out of her lungs.
The lewd action was done so suddenly, so abruptly, Hinata wasn't even able to brace herself in time.
Instantly, she felt the knot inside of her abdomen tightening.
Her legs shook against the bed as she was assailed by the power of her lover's lips and tongue, practically devouring her entire pussy in one go!
Naruto greedily slipped her dripping wet pussy into the hot confines of his open mouth, where he ravaged her everywhere.
Hinata's lavender eyes rolled in glee, her moans freely pouring out of her mouth as she was sucked dry by warm lips and a voracious tongue.
Her ass bucked against Naruto's face, but the blonde held her steady. With his enormous hands, he held her asscheeks spread, his fingers grasping the edges of her shifted underwear to keep the fabric out of the way of his desired target.
His blue eyes glazed over in delight as he witnessed his lover shake and spasm on her hands and knees, tittering and tottering as if she was seconds away from collapsing.
She moaned into the bed sheets, whimpering and crying out, "Ooh, kami, yes! I love your tongue against me-mmm!"
Hinata mewled as she felt Naruto's tongue give her throbbing entrance a flick with his tongue, jolting her, "Yes, like that! Please give me more! More!"
Naruto groaned before giving Hinata's ass a slap, slamming both of his hands ruthlessly against her slightly covered buttocks just to squeeze the flesh far apart.
He slammed his tongue back and forth against her sensitive caverns, just above her gaping hole, worming it along the slit of her pussy lips.
His face was practically buried in her crotch, his nose pressed against her virgin asshole as he made love to her pussy lips.
He licked her in forward and back strokes, his head moving at a steady pace to taste every last bit of her.
With pleasure, he gathered her essence solely with his wet appendage, humming as her love juices bathed his tongue and blessed his taste receptors.
It was only after continually devouring his girlfriend's exquisite juices and being rejuvenated as a result that Naruto was convinced to grow stronger, harder, and nastier.
Her pussy lips were practically fluttering against his face as a sign of its sensitivity.
But Naruto decided to give Hinata what she desired by inserting his tongue directly into her opening and exploring the inner recesses of her insides with the tip of his tongue.
He gave her more.
Hinata came right on the spot.
Her body tightened on the bed, her hands grasping the blankets as tightly as they could as she felt Naruto's thick but slimy tongue tunnel itself deep inside her, whacking against her sensitive walls, striking the particular areas inside of her that always made her weak in the knees.
She cried out, shaking her head, "Ooh, yes, Naruto-kun! I love that s-so much!"
Her eyes rolled once more, her body trembling, "Yes, please keep l-licking my pussy! L-L-Lick me s-soo good!"
Naruto directed a smile at the back of Hinata's head, thrilled to hear her many mewls of pleasure as a result of his lewd acts.
But his gaze was ultimately drawn to her swaying pigtails, which danced along with her steady movements, draping down her backside and shoulders.
Naruto's eyes darkened.
Her pigtails were giving him lots of naughty ideas.
He hummed low in his throat, the sound penetrating through Hinata's very essence, causing her to shake violently, as if she was encased in lightning.
Naruto leaned back to laugh, "Mmm, fuck. I gotta say, you look so goddamn sexy in pigtails, baby."
The horny blonde scoffed playfully, "Watching them wag about while I eat out your naughty pussy is making my dick so fucking hard." He licked his lips, "Mmm, it makes me wanna..."
The blonde moaned once more, just before he moved his hands along Hinata's perfectly arched body to finally indulge in his secret kink.
He wrapped his hands around her pigtails and yanked them...
Hard.
Her head instantly cocked back in a marvelous arch, just as he began to eat her out again.
He held her in place against his face by her pigtails, forcing her luscious body even farther against his tongue to allow the pink appendage to travel freely within her inner chambers.
Hinata squealed with delight, her toes curling beneath her as she was thrust into a completely different position, her head shoved away from the bed sheets to face the headboard of the bed before her.
Her spasms worsened exponentially as she was put through the wringer, presented with an entirely new experience.
Her head cocked back, her wobbly arms supporting her while Naruto played with her pussy with his tongue.
She felt as if she was about to cum again, her stomach tightening intolerably, her pussy becoming more sensitive, and her inner walls constricting to an unbearable state.
The pleasure she felt struck her body like lightning, crashing against her without remorse, causing her body to quake and shiver, unable to remain still.
It seemed the moment Naruto reached out to grasp her hair, her pigtails, the sensual pleasure she felt grew stronger. It was such a kinky action to incorporate during foreplay but it certainly exposed her to new sensations.
Stronger sensations.
Naruto's strong clutch on her pigtails prompted her to feel an addictive pain. He pulled her hair back far enough for the strands to tug ever so slightly on her scalp, resulting in a mild ache that she found herself relishing.
Hinata couldn't get enough.
Naruto noticed. Her body revealed all of her secrets to him.
The blonde ninja moaned in relation, before retreating his tongue out of her pussy to give her core one long lick.
He licked Hinata's trembling pussy from the bottom all the way to the top, his tongue flicking against her clitoris in the process, mouth wide agape, and tongue thrust forth.
Hinata shrieked, her ass shaking in his grip.
But she was soon released.
With a single motion, Naruto released his grip on Hinata's pigtails, causing her to collapse on the bed in a spasming mess, her pussy throbbing against her shifted panties.
Naruto licked his lips, dragging his tongue across in a vertical motion to clear the cum off of his face, "Oh baby, you taste fucking delicious. Mmm," The blonde smacked her ass, whacking her through her lingerie once more.
He watched as she cried out, her plump asscheeks shuddering like a maraca before him.
"Such a good girl you are, keeping those legs of yours spread as I eat you out. You've become such a naughty girl for me, Hinata-chan."
"Yes! I love being your naughty girl, Naruto-kun!"
"Oh, what a treat!" Naruto boasted in glee, "Yes, you're all mine to mess up, and I intend to do exactly that..."
At that point, Naruto removed his hands from her body, removing all contact from her to change positions, causing shuffling sounds to erupt in the room.
After being thoroughly exhausted by her lover's outstanding performance of foreplay, Hinata whimpered softly against the blankets.
The aftershock of cumming for the first time was numbing and draining leaving her tremors uncontrollable and her brain fuzzy.
She shuddered against the bed, steadily combating with her buzzing emotions and her labored breath as Naruto unclothed the remainder of his body, removing his joggers and boxers to reveal himself fully nude and towering over her once more.
Hinata moaned joyfully as she felt his enormous but warm hands re-gripping her hips, blessing her with irresistible warmth, a warmth that made her feel safe and secure.
Her underwear was still resting along the inside of her left thigh, pushed to the side, exposing her gorgeous pink pussy to him and his thick cock.
Naruto lowered his hooded eyes to his girlfriend, who had slid her head over her shoulder to look back at him, her head now plastered against the blankets.
Naruto hummed, sexily narrowing his eyes down at her, "You ready for me, my precious hime?"
Hinata understood exactly what he was suggesting.
She was quick to answer.
The horny kunoichi, now drunk on lust, nodded her head in a fury, "Yes! Please fill me up with your c-c-cock, Naruto-kun. My pussy wants your cock so badly, please!"
"Atta girl!"
That was all Naruto needed to hear to begin banging his lover.
Naruto let out a growl before driving his veiny cock deep into Hinata's opening, one hand grabbing his shaft as a guide and the other clutching Hinata's left hip for support.
Her pussy immediately sought to spread wide open to accommodate his girth, instantly reacting to his cock's desire to fill her.
Hinata mewled in glee as she was filled up by her boyfriend's impressive length, her lavender eyes crossing against their will.
Naruto moved his hips forward, ever so steadily, easing every inch of his dick inside of her. He didn't stop moving, and her pussy didn't stop straining to engulf his length.
No.
Her pussy deep-throated all that it was given, taking Naruto's cock obediently but stretching out immensely once doing so.
Naruto groaned as he battled against Hinata's tight walls.
Hinata's pussy walls were so tight...
but obedient.
The short-haired blonde gritted his teeth, "Yes, Hinata-chan. Keep that up. Stretch that pussy wide for me, baby. I want all of me inside you."
And all of him certainly was inserted.
With one more push forward, Hinata was able to completely swallow Naruto's nine-inch cock in her pussy, granting the midnight blue-haired woman a sensation she shall never forget.
But that was just the beginning.
Naruto lunged forward again, his hips pressing against her own, to wrap his hands around her pigtails, clutching them with both as if they were reins.
And from there, the blonde took off.
He began to propel his hips back and forth against his lingerie-clothed girlfriend like no tomorrow, his hardened cock now free to explore its favorite place, basking in an addicting warmth, coated in delicious juices.
The slap of flesh was now present, flooding the room so suddenly, so vigorously, as Naruto drove his hips back and forth against the plump asscheeks of his lover.
Oh, how he enjoyed watching Hinata's asscheeks shake as he hammered her, wobbling and wriggling around in her panties.
The scene in front of him was too exquisite, too one-of-a-kind; he knew it would stay with him forever and, as a result, evolve into an entirely new kink of his.
The obscene sight of his girlfriend in front of him was enough to make him cum, to fill his lover up with his sperm.
Hinata, down on her hands and knees, back arched, ass up.
The sight of her pigtails pulled back, one present for each to be grabbed by his hands, grasped, and jerked back to keep her pinned in place to accept every thrust he gave her, to take every inch of his cock.
Hinata, dressed in sensual lingerie that clung to her body like glue, panties slid to the side, white stockings covering her legs and feet that rocked against the creaking bed underneath him.
Everything about the scene before him was glorious, like a fantasy brought to life or a wet dream realized.
Naruto threw his head back and moaned, moaning his ass off.
This was without a doubt the finest surprise he's ever received.
It was such a pleasure to conclude his awful day on a high note by banging his lover until he was satisfied, to fuck her like the naughty girl she was and watch her squirm.
He fucked her with such fervor and passion that her moans evolved into screams.
The impact of his hips crashing into hers, forcing his cock to penetrate deep within her inner caverns, caused a wave that swept through her entire body, resulting in her shaking after each thrust.
She was propelled forward as she was granted thrust after thrust after thrust, and each one she cherished, patiently awaiting for them to arrive to relieve her ache, to meet her pussy's needs and yearns.
Hinata let out a joyful cry, completely enjoying the sensation of being pounded by her lover's cock and having her hair pulled by him.
The moment was so delightful, she surely didn't want it to end.
Hinata moaned out, her eyes beginning to well up with tears as a result of how intense her predicament was and how deliciously intense the simulation felt.
"Ooh, yes!! Naruto-kun! Naruto-kun!"
Naruto roared from deep within his throat. He tightened his grip on the soft strands of midnight blue hair that were within his hands, tucking them into his fists.
"Ahh, you're enjoying that cock, eh? You feel it, don't you?" Naruto picked up his speed, working his hips back and forth in a continuous cycle, inevitably slamming into her ass to work his cock deeper and faster inside of her.
Hinata lost all manner of control.
She came with a mewl.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her glossy eyes rolled, "You're sooo deep inside me, I love it so much!"
Naruto's grin widened, "Mmm fuck yeah, you feel how hard you've made me? You feel what your naughty surprise has done to me, huh?" The blonde male barked at his midnight blue-haired beauty, who answered with weeping yeses, wriggling and nodding furiously.
Hinata's moans were like music to his ears, her joyous phrases emerging as love screams.
It simply made matters worse for him.
His cock remained hard inside of her, happily savoring her intense heat, held in between her walls like a critter in a hole.
He felt his endurance, his stamina, increase as a result of the breathtaking image of Hinata lying on all fours in front of him.
The combination of her beauty blessing his eyes and her pussy walls delighting his cock was enough to persuade him to ground into her with all his might, to pound her petite body further and further into the bed.
Naruto knew he wasn't gonna be able to stop fucking Hinata anytime soon. He was going to keep his promise to her and have his way with her all night long.
He couldn't see the night unfolding any other way.
And it wasn't as if Hinata was complaining.
She was all for it.
As a result, the two spent the night savoring the time they were joined as one, reveling in kinks and positions they had no idea they would enjoy.
Their entire room, which had previously been silent, was now filled with screams and groans of ecstasy and passion, a combination of Naruto's and Hinata's voices bouncing off the wall and ultimately merging into one.
Over the course of the night, Hinata's confidence increased tenfold, and she has now taken the initiative to take the lead, removing herself from the doggy-style position and taking her place on top of Naruto's now-lying body.
Now in the reverse cowgirl position, Hinata swung her ass up and down onto her lover's cock while her legs clung to either side of his, backside facing him, moaning as his rod filled her up more than ever before.
Naruto groaned, long and deep, as he observed the scene from behind, lying among the cushions like a drunk man.
His blue eyes were glossy and unreadable, but he used them to watch his midnight blue-haired lover see-saw up and down on his veiny cock.
Hinata cried out with each downward thrust of her hips, her hands grasping Naruto's thighs as she enveloped his cock within her starving pussy. His ferocious mushroom tip wormed its way deep within her, striking directly in her g-spot.
Each and every time.
Her lavender eyes rolled, "Kami!!! Right there! I love it when you pound me right there!"
Hinata screamed, her stomach constricting, and burning as a result of handling such a large, fat cock inside her.
She couldn't get enough of him.
"Oh kami! You're so big! Y-Y-You feel soo good inside of me, Naruto-kun!" Hinata couldn't stop voicing how good she felt, how good Naruto made her feel.
Such love cries, though, were like music to her blonde lover.
Naruto gave her asscheeks a few smacks before he began running his hands along her outfitted body.
He decided merely to hold her hips, admiring their swiftness as they moved.
"Mmm, yes, take that cock, baby. Take it. It's all yours." Naruto moaned, "Every fucking inch."
Naruto felt Hinata's walls tremor around his cock due to his sensual phrases, clutching him tighter and tighter which only worked in his favor.
Her walls felt like his own personal massager, her inside muscles caressing every inch of his length, causing pleasure to strike him in the gut.
He moaned, his brows furrowing, "Fuck yeah, move those hips, up and down, just like that. Go on, mmm, make me cum."
Hinata felt herself melt completely by Naruto's dirty talk and sensual touch as his hands moved up and down her slender body, massaging her hips, and caressing her legs through her stockings.
Her already intensely blissful emotions were simply intensified by his additional touches, which made the situation even more wonderful.
When she felt his hands snake up her extended torso to re-grab her pigtails, the situation enhanced even more for her.
For them both.
But this time, Naruto decided to hold her pigtails with one hand. But that one hand was strong, yanking her head back and stretching her neck as she sat on top of him.
He swatted her ass with his prosthetic hand, grasping the meaty flesh tightly with all five of his fingers.
"You like this, don't you? You like it when I pull your hair, hm?" Naruto gave her pigtails a tug and watched as his lover let out breathless moans of satisfaction.
Hinata even wiggled her ass for him, shimmering her meaty flesh within his grasp.
He gave her ass another smack in response.
Hinata hummed, never once stopping the moving of her pelvis, "Yes, I love it soo much. I love it when you pull my pigtails, Naruto-kun."
"Mmm, I love it too. You should really wear your hair like this more, my love."
Naruto wasn't going to try to disguise the fact that he has fallen head over heels for Hinata's new hairstyle. He adored being able to grab and pull on her pigtails while he penetrated her.
He had a new high as a result of it, one he couldn't get enough of.
He desperately wanted Hinata to wear pigtails more so he could have better access to it during sex, so he could launch forward and have an ideal spot for him to pull during sexual intercourse.
It's safe to say that Hinata didn't think styling her hair in such a way was a bad idea.
Once more, she was all for it.
In the end, the assistance of Ino-chan and Sakura-chan was very helpful.
Hinata knew she could always count on them.
Hinata bit her lip and ran her hands along Naruto's, who was holding her hips, sending tingles through his entire body.
"Of course. Anything for you, my love."
"Holy shit. You're such a good girl. I'm looking forward to it, baby."
As Hinata gave him complete access to her pussy, Naruto's mouth alternated between praises, curses, and groans.
Hinata rocked her hips up and down, bringing her hips all the way down to the root of his dick, just till she felt his balls hit her ass before releasing his dick, just to repeat the process all over again.
Naruto clutched her pigtails the entire time, trying his best to remain in control but he felt it spilling away.
His legs were beginning to tremble against the bed, his toes curling within the sheets.
His body was beginning to feel heavy amongst the mastress, weighing further and further down after every deep thrust he was given by his lover.
His dick throbbed within Hinata's pussy, shaking and trembling in a frenzy that only meant one thing.
He was about to cum.
Hinata noticed that right away.
She moaned in joy, moaning out to the ceiling, "Ooh! Are y-you about to cum, Naruto-kun? I feel you inside of me.." Hinata's words halted so a groan could surface, "twitching."
Naruto whimpered, nodding his head in a frenzy. He let go of her hair to instead grip her waist with both hands, holding on to the plumpy flesh of his girlfriend as she rode him.
"Oh fuck yes, I'm gonna cum." Naruto groaned, "I'm gonna fill up every inch of you with my sperm. I'm gonna have you leaking with my cum."
And after Hinata gave Naruto a couple more thrusts, causing him to spasm, groan, and thrash all over the place, such a wish was undoubtedly granted.
His limit was reached, leading him to finally cum for the first time tonight.
"Oh yeah, here it is! I'm cumming, Hinata-chan!"
"Yes! Cum inside me! Please, inside me!" Hinata screeched as her insides were blasted with a thick white liquid that coated her inner walls and blasted directly into her womb; heating her insides.
Hinata's body jerked and rocked like a mad woman on top of Naruto where she ultimately found herself cumming once more, spilling her fluids all over Naruto's thighs, crotch, and stomach.
Their moans mingled as they shared the moment of cumming together, pouring their essences all over the place and sullying the sheets beneath them.
But they didn't care.
Naruto gasped and groaned, his blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as he squirted his seed deep inside Hinata's pussy, where her pussy took every last bit of him.
Once he was finished releasing his load, he watched as Hinata carefully raised her hips, releasing his cock from inside of her, inch by inch.
He noticed their genital areas were covered in sticky secretions that clung to them both like glue.
Naruto released his hold on Hinata to allow her to bend over on the bed for him, just so he could witness his cum slip out of her pussy and pour all over the bed.
She sighed shakily, looking back at him over her shoulder, "K-Kami, there's so much. There's so much of y-y-you inside me." She whimpered out between ragged breaths.
Her pink pussy opening gaped and throbbed as more of his hot jizz slipped out of her, her legs spread wide to give him a nice view.
Naruto cursed, bringing his bandaged hand forth to wrap it around his cock. He began jerking off to the explicit scene before him, "Holy fuck, you're so naughty, I can't get enough of you, my beautiful hime."
Hinata giggled softly, wagging her ass at him, "And I can't get enough of you, N-Naruto-kun."
Naruto licked his lips before pulling up his free hand. He beckoned her, "Well then, what do you say?" Naruto raised an eyebrow, "Round five?"
Now that was music to Hinata's ears.
She indeed wishes to go another round.
And another.
And then another...
Hinata nodded her head along the sheets, bawling them up with her hands, "Yes, I would love that more than anything in the world, Naruto-kun."
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Notes:
A.N.
Now that wasn't too bad, right?
I'd say that this chapter was like a breath of fresh air, much like the first one-shot featured in this collection of smut tales, Love Bites.
I can say that this chapter possessed a combination of things: fluff, wholesomeness, romance, canon themed, and of course, kinkiness.
I have to say that I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Naruto and Hinata's love is so palpable that you can feel it through the screen. Their couple is really cute. 💜 They're literally the definition of couple goals!
I can't get enough of them.
This chapter, I can say, was definitely on the fluffier side of things, and the next chapter will be the same.
Just to take a breather from the chaos, hehe.
But, as always, leave your ideas in the comments. Tell me which portions made you melt. Tell me which portions of this chapter you liked most.
Also, if there's anything you'd like to see in this book or anything you'd like me to write, please let me know. I'll put it on my list of future one-shots to write.
Also, please remember to leave kudos!
Love you! Hoped you enjoyed!
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 9: ❦Unwind❦
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Every exceptional mother deserves to unwind with a candlelit bath, indulge in lavish amenities, and possibly even experience a huge dose of intimacy once in a while.Hinata Uzumaki was unquestionably receiving everything she had ever wished for and more.
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Notes:
Kinda went overboard with this one, haha. It's a little long but I hope you all don't mind.
Don't forget to leave a comment and kudos! 💜🧡
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Unwind
Peace.
The concept of "peace," like all else, has many diverse components and meanings.
When there is no fighting or war and everything coexists in perfect harmony and freedom, the term "peace" can refer to a condition of security and tranquility without tension.
Peace could be defined as the absence of stress, emotional, mental, or spiritual disturbance, or internal conflict.
Peace can also refer to a lack of noise, movement, or activity, as well as freedom from duty and responsibility. Quiet and calm.
Peace can refer to a variety of things.
Peace is an outcome.
Peace is a process.
Peace is a human virtue.
Peace is a way of life, a routine, and an intervention.
Hinata, on the contrary, can assert that over the course of her life, her understanding of peace has undergone many significant transformations.
Being a young Hyuga who belonged to the main branch of one of Konohagakure's most powerful and illustrious clans, the Hyūga clan—compelled to develop aspirations of inheriting the clan as a whole—Hinata lived a life devoid of peace and serenity as well as a certain degree of guidance, stability, and control.
The young girl had no concept of what peace was, how it felt to be genuinely enveloped in tranquility, or how to experience a peacefulness of the mind and soul; these things were only ever a distant dream.
Hinata had no idea what it was like to be at peace, to live her life how she wanted, to do what she wanted, and to indulge in matters that really motivated her and gave her the most joy and comfort. She had no idea what it was like to be completely in tune with herself, to be content with every aspect of her mind, body, and spirit, with herself as a whole.
At a point in time in her life, she once believed she would never experience true happiness, and would instead lead a life that was predestined for her.
A life as a ninja, a soldier, a leader—an heiress.
A life that her father, Hiashi Hyuga, wished for her to lead.
A lifestyle that her cousin, Neji Hyuga, had long aspired for.
She didn't think she'd ever understand what true peace was.
But that all changed when she met Naruto Uzumaki.
When she first encountered him, he was only a boy, considered an outcast by almost everyone in Konohagakure.
Hinata never knew the explanation for it. No one in her clan bothered or even cared to explain to her why a child with a good heart and such courage and radiance was viewed unfavorably.
She never understood why her family desired for her to avoid him—the lad who at once protected her from bullies, a boy who was the one and only soul that brought a smile to her face.
Hinata was always filled with excitement just by watching him run around the village carefree, display exuberant energy, and proudly blurt forth his loud, chirpy voice.
Even though he was despised and spent much of his time alone and away from other youngsters like him, Naruto led a life that was so driven and tenacious that he never lost his bright personality or his high-spirited temperament.
Even while bound, he appeared free.
And it was meeting Naruto, observing him, being inspired by him, and simply having him in her life that made Hinata feel free.
She viewed Naruto as an inspiration, constantly trailing behind him and marveling at his back in anticipation of his next move and the extent of his future endeavors.
Regardless of how difficult matters became or how stacked the odds were against him, Naruto always appeared to come out on top at the end of his many persistent ambitions, inspiring her to follow in his footsteps.
"I'll never go back on my word, that's my ninja way!"
Naruto's iconic motto, which he believes in with every fiber of his being and follows with every step he takes, quickly became her personal mantra too.
A catchphrase like that meant more than just keeping one's word.
No, it was more than that. At least, in accordance with Hinata.
Such a powerful motto also meant not giving up, not reneging on one's beliefs and principles in the face of hardship or peril, and not losing oneself in the process whenever matters become difficult.
Such a motto truly meant, "fight, believe, and keep going," until one reaches their goal and has made all of their commitments, promises, and declarations a reality.
To grab hold of life by the wheel and never let go.
To Hinata Hyuga, such a motto was an embodiment and an incantation of optimism, reassurance, and strength. Such a motto became quite valuable to her.
As Naruto was.
Naruto Uzumaki was the first to show her the genuine meaning of peace. Not only that, but he bestowed upon her the hope that he would battle and bring peace to Konoha, between all the clans in the village, and the entire shinobi world.
And, for the most part, he did.
Naruto Uzumaki wasn't dubbed the "No. 1 Unpredictable Ninja" for nothing. He was full of surprises, constantly surprising Hinata over the years as he grew stronger as a ninja, gaining sheer excellence by endurance and might, an effort that ultimately led her to be absolutely in awe of him.
Not only that, such efforts undoubtedly caused her to fall in love with him even more.
Once more catching her off guard, Naruto Uzumaki made another move, one that she never thought he ever would.
One mission together, a mission of instability, incertitude, and self-discovery changed everything.
Naruto finally looked at her. He finally set his sights on her.
Over the years, Hinata and Naruto's relationship blossomed in unexpected ways, events neither of them could have predicted.
It crested to a stage when Hinata no longer spent her life staring at Naruto's backside, watching him from afar.
Life, on the other hand, changed dramatically, and Hinata soon found herself walking alongside him, hand in hand, conquering everything life threw at them.
They were no longer alienated or constrained by everything outside of their control, by the shackles and impediments of the perilous shinobi world.
No.
They were finally together, free, and in love.
Hinata experiences serenity in a number of ways, now as an adult, a wife, and a mother; peace that, in the past, had only one purpose, and could only be obtained from one person for her.
But now, everything is different for Hinata Hyuga, or rather…
Hinata Uzumaki.
Her peace began to manifest in new ways.
She discovered that caring for her children, Boruto and Himawari, and ensuring their happiness, provided her with peace.
Going shopping, hanging out with the Konoha mothers, and participating in girly chatter all contributed to her feeling peaceful as well.
She found peace in witnessing her father, Hiashi, undergo a remarkable transformation as he gradually aged, becoming more compassionate and understanding.
She found peace in watching her younger sister, Hanabi, grow into a beautiful young woman who was more than capable of handling herself; gaining qualities of bravery and independence.
Peace was unquestionably granted to Hinata by spending quality time with her husband, Naruto. That is, indulging in intimacy in the comfort of their bedroom, encircled inside his arms, comforted by his body and voice, and protected by his presence.
Even now, for her, obtaining peace and quiet involved being whisked away from the hectic world of motherhood to seek refuge in a haven of relaxation, solitude, self-care, and love.
Peace was simply granted to her by taking a nice bath by herself, her naked body drenched in warm water, bubbles, soap suds, and her precious bath oils.
Away from duty, away from any interruptions, in a dimly lit room lit by candles.
Yes, peace had many faces for her.
All and all, Hinata experienced this serene state of mind in many different ways as she engaged in activities of her choosing, but ultimately she received the same satisfaction—one she had assumed she would never feel, much less on such a regular basis.
And once more, on a beautiful night with endless possibilities, peace revealed another part of itself to Hinata.
Showering her with so much more.
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Hinata took a deep breath, allowing the fresh air around her to purify her body by entering through her nostrils. For a little period, she felt relief and comfort as her lungs expanded.
She leaned back against the bath cushion on the rim of the bathtub she was now occupying and sighed pleasantly, exhaling through the crevices of her lips.
She was completely submerged in pleasing warm water, with big fluffy bubbles present all around her, completely encasing her entire being.
The bubbles stuck to every part of her pale skin, clinging to her as she lay stretched out fully within her bathtub in the comfort of her own home.
She had plenty of room to move within her bathtub, which was round and decently sized. It resembled a jacuzzi tub in appearance and was constructed of white, flawless ceramic.
The white bathtub was positioned directly upon the bathroom floor, and there was a flat ceramic surface circling it that could be used to place candles, bath essentials, and towels, or even used as a resting spot for one's arms.
Hinata used the opportunity of the evening to set aside the occasion for some relaxing alone time to take a bath, a pastime she enjoyed engaging in occasionally to refresh herself.
There was no other soul present. There were no sudden or abrupt sounds made. The midnight blue-haired woman had no responsibilities, and she didn't have to worry about the passage of time either.
No.
All of her worries were washed away, and she spent her time in the bath simply relaxing, allowing her body to soak and her mind to think about whatever it pleased.
The lights in the serene room she occupied were dim, allowing a brownish hue to saturate the entire space.
The only source of light in the bathroom was given by fire-lit candles, vanilla-scented candles that were carefully placed about the room. Just enough to see.
Each of the candle's ablaze fires danced and flared back and forth, casting lively shadows around the walls as it did so.
The atmosphere around Hinata as she steadily collected her breathing undoubtedly placed her further in a state of tranquility, easing her very soul.
The crystal blue water in the bath was warm against Hinata's skin, not too hot, not too cold, but just right.
Only her head and neck were above the bath water as it rose up her body, covering her limbs and reaching as high as her well-endowed chest.
Her normally long midnight-blue hair was pulled up into a high bun with a hair tie to prevent it from getting wet during her indulgent bath and to avoid causing her any distractions.
Undressed and alone, Hinata was enjoying yet another wonderful night reclining in a bubbly, warm tub. She chose to close her eyes and take slow, deep breaths in order to appreciate every last second of the pleasure of the moment.
Her body felt at ease, more at ease than she had ever felt. Her heartbeat was regular, her breathing was reserved, her limbs were light, and her skin was smooth to the touch, diffused by a lavender floral scent from the bath oils that had been pervaded in the water.
"Ahh." She moaned into the air, her delicate voice emerging to voice out her satisfaction.
All of it felt like a dream.
The situation, however, improved even further when she abruptly heard a soft knock on the bathroom door, which caused her to open her eyes and direct her attention toward the direction the noise originated from.
Her hands gripped the edges of the bathtub on each side of her, her lavender eyes lidded from the high levels of relaxation her entire body was experiencing.
The young woman smiled, knowing right away who was concealed behind the bathroom door.
"Yes? Naruto-kun, is that you?" Hinata called out to her husband, her soft voice echoing across the dimmed room of tranquility to slip outside of the main door from afar.
But the emergence of her voice caused the newcomer to chuckle softly, just on the other side of the closed door.
"Yep! The one and only."
Naruto responded amusingly, only his husky voice heard from Hinata's end.
"I just wanted to let you know, Hinata-chan, that I finally managed to get the kids to sleep, Boruto, and Hima."
Hinata's smile broadened in response to the good news her husband had just shared with her, news that warmed her chest and made her heart flutter.
Gently, she rocked her legs about within the pool of soapy water surrounding her.
Splashes were created as a result.
"Oh, that's fantastic news, Naruto-kun.
I'm so proud of you." Hinata responded, expressing her joy and appreciation, "Thank you so much for putting the kids to bed on my behalf tonight. I appreciate that more than you know."
Immediately after her words of gratitude were spoken, Hinata heard Naruto chuckle once more from behind the door, just before his soothing voice emerged again.
"Oh no, Hinata hime, you don't have to thank me. You need time to unwind, babe, you work so hard, after all. Therefore, I would be pleased to help you with the kids in any way I can. But um.."
There was a sudden pause, a momentary silence that caught Hinata's attention.
The midnight blue-haired woman perked up, "Yes? What is it, Naruto-kun?" Hinata tilted her head, "Do you need something?"
Naruto's voice immediately revealed itself again, in an attempt to answer Hinata's questions.
"Well, I was wondering if I could...come in. I-If I could join you…"
Naruto's voice lowered several notches, nearly to a whisper, as if he was relaying a secret.
"Ya know, to carry out our conversation?"
Naruto's frequent queries, delivered in quiet tones, made Hinata's ears perk up and her heart flutter once more.
Hearing that Naruto wanted to join her in the bath was like music to her ears, an offer that would ensure that her night would improve significantly.
Just like she wanted.
It wasn't really unpleasant at all—rather, euphoric—to take a bath with Naruto.
It always is, and the result is pleasant every single time.
Hinata couldn't help but recall all the other times Naruto accompanied her in the bath, where intimacy soon followed behind—a wonderfully satisfying way to liven up the bathing experience.
Such experiences were the greatest pleasures in life and a luxury that only marriage could provide.
Bathing together always made one another happier, fulfilled, and more refreshed than bathing apart. The two were always left in good spirits.
As a result, Hinata giggled at the sound of her husband whispering his requests to her, as though he were infringing on her privacy and would, therefore, not get the response he desired.
Oh, he had nothing to be concerned about.
Hinata nodded, tilting her head back against the bathtub's cushion pillow, "Oh, my precious Naruto-kun, of course, you can come in. It would make me so happy if you do." Hinata purred in response, her lavender eyes fixed on the bathroom door a short distance away. And as she accepted Naruto's request, she heard a growl of satisfaction from the man she loved coming through the door.
"Oh, honey, what a sweet invitation that is. Well then, I'm coming in."
Naruto rushed into the room after accepting Hinata's alluring offer, eager to greet his midnight blue-haired beauty.
However, as he walked in, an agonizingly lengthy creak of the bathroom door opening filled the entire space, briefly disrupting the tranquility and quiet found inside.
Hinata waited excitedly for her dashing spouse to enter and present himself to her, but the creak of the door seemed to last an eternity.
Her lavender eyes were drawn to the door as it cracked wider and wider, till the appearance of her significant other was at last presented to her.
Hinata's naked body flushed entirely as she watched her blonde spouse take a sidestep past the open door to enter the room she was in, finally revealing himself to her.
The midnight blue-haired woman couldn't stop herself from biting her lip as she connected her eyes to her lover's dreamy blue ones just a few feet away.
His entire body was in full view, with the lights from the candles flickering back and forth, highlighting different portions of his body in fractions of a second.
In addition, from what she could see now, he was wearing a black satin lounge set, a sleepwear ensemble that included a matching button-up shirt and pants. As a finishing touch, the satin ensemble included orange accents down the shirt, slacks, and sleeves.
But what really sent Hinata's heart racing was the fact that Naruto has purposely left his satin shirt unbuttoned, allowing it to sag open and reveal his gloriously tanned body and all of the exquisite gifts it holds.
Hinata couldn't help but wriggle in the tub, splashing the water about as she soaked up her husband's chiseled abs and pecs, which practically bulged out at her.
She licked her lips as she ran her eyes over his pink nipples, which looked to be hardened at the moment; pointy and alluring.
Naruto snickered as he noticed his wife eyeing him over, unaware that he was doing the same to her.
Now that he was inside the bathroom, he used his blue eyes to sweep over his naked wife as her flawless body lay submerged in soapy bathwater that obscured her entirely from his view. Her body was extended due to her resting position, thus her legs made it to the end of the bathtub, just barely revealing themselves.
Naruto, however, caught glimpses of her enormous breasts, the two creamy mounds of hers frequently floating above the water and giving him a sneak peek of their voluptuous goodness.
The short-haired blonde couldn't hold back a moan from such a sight.
Naruto put up a grin, a cheery one to greet his lover, "Hello, my beautiful wife." His cerulean gaze swept up and down Hinata's form, admiring her from afar.
He licked his lips in a seductive manner, dragging his tongue slowly across them.
"Mmm, now don't you look scrumptious."
Naruto greeted his wife in a sensual tone along with a compliment, one that he knew could easily make her weak in the knees.
He watched in satisfaction as Hinata squirmed in her bath, biting her lip briefly to contain herself. Such a sight could only signify that his plan had worked exactly as he had intended.
Hinata's cheeks flushed pink, but she, too, sought to greet Naruto.
"Hello, my lovely husband." Hinata greeted back, with the roll of her shoulders, a seductive motion of her own.
Naruto couldn't help but release yet another moan at such an enticing display, his cock twitching within his lounge pants.
But before advancing further, Naruto took a brief look around at his surroundings, soaking in the candlelit bathroom and all of its tranquilities.
The candles present were placed on countertops, near the sink, and on decorated shelves that marked their locations throughout the bathroom.
The sparks of fire inside such candles flickered and flitted, and the main lights were switched off, creating an idyllic composed mood for the room.
The air was also filled with a delicate vanilla aroma that was nearly edible to the blonde.
The vanilla aroma was warm, cozy, and rich, but it was also sensual, and it genuinely blessed Naruto's nostrils, luring him deeper into the room.
Upon entering Hinata's tranquil realm, Naruto could undoubtedly feel his own body relaxing considerably.
His troubled recollections of putting his kids to bed earlier seem to disappear completely from his head, forgotten for the time being.
Now, he was focused only on his wife.
Solely on his wife.
The short-haired blonde chuckled before gently closing the door behind him with a push of his foot. The door creaked once more before closing with a gentle thump.
"You know, Hinata-chan, what would make me a happy man?"
Naruto's question was abrupt, catching Hinata's attention immediately. She perked up, her eyes plastered on her husband's backside.
"Oh, Naruto-kun. I believe I know plenty of ways to make you a happy man." Hinata purred once more with squinted lavender eyes, "But, to make matters simple. Why don't you just tell me what's on your mind?"
Naruto's eyes narrowed, his head turned over one broad shoulder of his to peer at his wife by the door.
He snickered, "Heh, I'd be a very happy man indeed to stand in this exact spot and watch you as you bathe. I must confess, Hinata-chan."
Naruto moaned his desires into the dimmed room, already horny from witnessing his wife fully naked in the tub, covered in soap and bubbles.
Hinata had little trouble getting Naruto aroused, and at this precise moment, he was just that.
Hinata was quite amused, her delicate voice bursting into adorable laughter, "Oh my love, you're so naughty. You know that would make you quite the pervert."
"Hah!" Naruto scoffed before returning to face his wife, the main door now shut and the two were finally granted the luxury of privacy.
The spiky-haired blonde narrowed his eyes playfully at the mature woman from afar, "If wanting to appreciate your beauty, wanting to take you in as you lie naked and carefree in the bathtub, while resting in your most gorgeous form, deems me a pervert..." Naruto shrugged, giving her a cheeky grin, "I'm just fine with that."
Hinata couldn't hold back her laughter due to Naruto's comment, unable to hold in the amusement of witnessing her shameless husband. His lack of shame never gets old to witness.
"Oh Naruto-kun, you're such a bad boy." Hinata chastised him, her jolly lavender eyes landing on him between her laughter.
However, as it did, her lavender gaze wandered down to his hands, which seemed to be full and in which his fingers were grasping two separate items.
Wine glasses.
The midnight-blue-haired woman's laughter quickly died down and a new emotion came forth to take the helm.
Curiosity.
She raised an eyebrow, "Hm, what have you got there?" She inquired, her head tilting in interest, "Is it for me?"
She stared in astonishment as Naruto nodded his head and then lifted the wine glasses. Hinata was alerted to the glasses by his motion after they had previously been concealed in the palm of his hands.
Now that Naruto has presented the wine glasses, Hinata could see the rich crimson wine that filled them, a fermented fruit alcohol drink that surely aids in relaxation.
Naruto smiled slyly, "Yeah, I got you a little something. Hope it's not too much." He replied casually with a shrug before advancing further into the room.
He set his distant wonderment aside in favor of getting a better look at his wife. Now he was determined to give her the thoughtful present of wine that he had specifically purchased for her and had been keeping hidden within the back of one of their kitchen cabinets, untouched…
Until now.
Naruto's journey forth was smooth, his steps light against the marble floor. His bare feet took him closer and closer to the beautiful woman residing in the room's bathtub.
Hinata could feel her heart begin to race after every step her lover took to get to her. Every time he took a step forward, her heart sped up and her cheeks grew warmer, her lavender eyes fixated on him throughout his entire journey to her.
She let out a delighted hum once Naruto finally approached, extending one arm to provide her with her alcoholic beverage.
"There you are, my beautiful hime." Naruto spoke softly to her, his body leaned slightly over hers.
His thoughtful efforts were rewarded with a gorgeous smile from his wife, her delicate facial features lighting up in a way that took his breath away. Naruto froze like a complete idiot as a result, his widened blue eyes planted solely on her.
Hinata slowly moved one soapy arm from the bathwater's depths to take the wine glass from her husband's grasp, noticing how the liquid jostled within the glass as a result of its movement.
Soap and water streamed down her lifted arm, soaking her hand, but she managed to hold her glass securely.
"Thank you, Naruto-kun." She smiled as she spoke, and Naruto was finally jolted out of his romantic stupor by the sound of her voice. He reciprocated by flashing a smile of his own.
As he gazed at the beauty of his wife before him, the whiskered blonde's lips expanded wide, revealing nearly all of his gleaming white teeth.
He couldn't help but bend forward to kiss Hinata on the lips, gently lifting his prosthetic hand to cup the back of her head.
Both groaned as they reveled in such a passionate kiss, one in which their lips clashed fiercely, eliciting feelings that seemed to explode within them.
The kiss was brief, but it was powerful for them both. That fleeting but sincere display of affection meant a great deal to them, touching their hearts.
Hinata sighed softly as her husband lavished her with more kisses, his lips softly crashing against hers after every second to give her gentle pecs.
Naruto moaned in bliss, "Mmm, you're welcome." He leaned back to curse, his blue eyes taking a moment to run down his wife's luscious body in the bathtub.
Only one word came to his mind.
Perfection.
The spiky-haired blonde clicked his tongue, "Mmm, kami, I love you so much." He moaned before releasing his delicate hold on the back of his wife's head, shifting his entire body away from her to take a seat on the edge of the tub.
He carefully placed his ass on the rim of the tub Hinata was in, exactly so he could look down at her as she bathed.
He ran his gaze over the soapy bathwater she was in, which seemed to flow back and forth within the round tub, filling every inch of space from bottom to top.
Hinata's pale skin and all the other features of her body that Naruto adored were continually washed clean by the soapy water.
Naruto bit his lip briefly, clutching his own wine glass firmly, "How's the bath going, baby?" Naruto inquired, never once taking his eye off the beauty before him.
Hinata hummed, sinking herself deeper into the water to soak up more of its divine goodness, wine glass in hand, "Oh, it's been wonderful. But now that you're here, everything is far better." Hinata responded with a sincere smile, expressing her delight at being in the presence of her blonde lover.
In response to her statement, Naruto hummed with delight, every fiber of his being growing brighter and happier. His blue eyes sparkled, swiftly overflowing with joy, his whiskered cheeks widening to exhibit a childish grin, causing Hinata's cheeks to flush red.
Hinata's one compliment was all it took to make Naruto's night completely brighter. He couldn't even remove the idiotic grin from his face.
The whiskered male cooed, "Ah, Hinata-chan, you're gonna make me blush. You certainly have a gift." Naruto nodded cheekily, "you surely know how to touch a man's heart."
Hinata beamed, her heart fluttering in her chest due to such a profound compliment, "Oh but it's true, after all, my love. It makes me happy to have this time of privacy with you."
"Right back at ya, hime."
Hinata's cheeks flushed even more at the sight of her husband's heated stare and response, sincerely thrilled that she had been able to touch his heart, just as he had done hers by blessing her with the object that lay in her palm right this second.
Wine was just what she needed.
Hinata refocused her attention on her wine glass, before finally and excitedly taking a sip from it.
She was instantly welcomed by a delightful cherry flavor, a fruity taste with a pronounced acidity and zing. In response, she felt her throat tingle, her chest warm up, and her limbs lighten.
She eagerly sipped her beverage, tipping the cup toward her lips so that more of the liquid inside the glass could fall into her gaping mouth.
Naruto observed Hinata hum in contentment after taking a few gulps, her throat muscles steadily moving as it received more of the red wine.
He grinned, delighted to see she was enjoying the alcoholic beverage he had supplied for her, before taking a few sips of his own.
The two were silent for a moment, just enjoying each other's company and the alcoholic beverages in their possession—drinks they were able to consume privately, away from their children's eyes.
Hinata wasn't much of the drinker type, but she did enjoy occasionally downing an alcoholic beverage to help her relax and unwind.
Therefore, she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
The midnight blue-haired woman let out a pleasant hum before withdrawing her glass away from her lips and settling on merely holding it in one hand.
"Mmm, so good," She licked her lips, licking away the remaining wine residue.
"Yeah?" Naruto chimed in, captivated by his wife's delight in obtaining wine. He wasn't sure if she'd be up for it, but he was pleased to learn that he actually helped her more during her downtime.
"Yes, the wine tastes so delicious," Hinata commented, raising her glass to shake it in response to Naruto's earlier statement, "It's just what I needed, Naruto-kun. Thank you so much."
"Ahh," Naruto shrugged her off, "What did I say about thanking me? Just know that I will help and provide for you in every way I can. It's the least I can do as your husband, Hinata-chan." Naruto announced with a wink, swaying his body back and forth across the bathtub's circular surface.
In return, Hinata cooed, her cheeks becoming even redder at the passionate acknowledgment Naruto delivered her. It was extremely thoughtful and demonstrated just how much he cared for her and her needs, not to mention how much he loved her.
Naruto was always eager to meet her every whim and desire, going out of his way to ensure she was well cared for.
Boruto and Himawari included.
He was a wonderful parent and husband, always there and reliable.
Hinata found herself once again thanking her lucky stars that she was married to Naruto, for finally being recognized for who she was by someone she admired.
She was quite powerless to suppress her childish grin.
Hinata hummed quietly before lifting her foot from the tub's water and directing it over to pat Naruto's hip.
Water dripped down from her lifted leg, dampening everything in its proximity but the two didn't seem to mind, their gazes fixed on one another.
Naruto cocked a brow.
Hinata tilted her head, "Mmm, such a good husband you are to me, Naruto-kun. I am deeply grateful to have you in my life, here to care for me, to love me for all that I am." Hinata hummed softly, "I am grateful that Himawari and Boruto are blessed with such a wonderful, hardworking father. That is all I have ever wished for."
Hinata's genuine answer ached Naruto's whiskered cheeks, bringing back his youthful grin. He bent his head, his short hair ruffled in the process, "Aww, hime, you're gonna make me tear up. I, too, consider myself fortunate to have you as a wife. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." Naruto stated unequivocally, speaking from the bottom of his heart, "It is an amazing fortune that I have been granted your love, this home, and even our lovely children. Every single blessing that I have, I cherish every single day."
"Oh N-Naruto-kun." Hinata whimpered, speechless.
It wasn't long before her lavender eyes welled up with tears, happy tears as she gazed up at her radiant husband, submerged in warm water aimed to cleanse and relax her.
His words were deep and powerful, slamming right into her heart, which began to race erratically, pounding against her ribcage in a frenzy. Her eyes were drawn to the blue irises that returned her gaze, falling lost in the two blue depths of her husband's eyes.
Naruto's gaze had her completely fascinated, fixated, and motionless.
But Naruto was in the same boat, his movements halted as he gazed dreamily into his gorgeous wife's eyes, taking the time to properly appreciate all that she is.
Their love staring contest lasted for a few moments until being called off by Hinata due to a notion that occurred to her.
Her trance was broken, and she let forth a gasp, "O-Oh, that r-reminds me." She glanced back at Naruto, who had been shaken out of his trance yet again by her voice, his blue eyes blinking frantically.
"Hm? What's on your mind, babe?" He asked in a murmur, before giving his wine a sip in anticipation for her reply.
The mature woman hummed, softly jiggling her wine glass, "How did it go with Boruto and Hima? Did they give you any trouble? Did they go down easy for you?" Hinata inquired, interested as to how events transpired with Naruto taking the initiative and putting their two rowdy children to bed for the night.
It was surely not a task he was used to, after all.
Usually, Hinata was the one to look after Boruto and Himawari's well-being, skilfully covering such responsibilities as a responsible mother should.
This includes cooking for her children three times a day, cleaning up after their numerous play sessions, showering them with attention, bathing them, reading to them, and softly lulling them to sleep at night.
When Naruto wasn't gone on missions, he always played with Boruto and Hima, teaching them new physical abilities and engaging them in humorous hand-to-hand combat. He always kept them entertained and happy.
He taught them vital lessons, instilled in them important values, and was always there to pitch in whenever Hinata needed him to.
But when it comes to difficult chores like figuring out just how to fulfill them, exactly the way they wanted, or simply calming them down during their frequent fits…
Let's just say, he still needed a little work.
Hinata laughed as Naruto rolled his lips in a frenzy, releasing multiple "pssh" sounds before waving his free hand through the air, "Oh, please. Hinata-chan, putting the kids to sleep was easy; I didn't even break a sweat-"
"Oh really now?" Hinata cocked her head and stifled laughter since she was able to see right through Naruto.
She tapped his hip again with her foot, "Did you remember to read Kintaro's Adventures to them? That book is a favorite of both Boruto and Himawari. I read that book to them every night before they drift off to sleep."
Naruto grimaced, rubbing the back of his head nervously, "Uh well." He let out a nervous laugh. "You see I-"
"Oh, and did you make sure Himawari has her pink teddy bear? She can't sleep peacefully without it-"
"A pink teddy bear?" Naruto facepalms himself, "I mean, how could I have known? She seemed perfectly content with the hundred other teddy bears scattered across her bed-!"
"Boruto must also sleep with his nightlight on. He has a fear of the dark."
"Nani? Boruto? Scared of the dark? He never told me-"
"Of course, Boruto didn't, Naruto-kun. When it comes to expressing his own feelings, he is rather reticent. So, you must look for the signs because he won't openly admit his fears to you. Boruto most likely was glancing at his nightlight the whole while."
"Oh, yeah. He was! He kept looking over toward the nightlight, which confused me. But," The blonde male shrugged, "I didn't give it any thought."
Hinata sighed and shook her head chastisingly at her husband. He appears to have forgotten everything she has instructed him and has simply been winging it the entire night, attempting anything to encourage Boruto and Himawari to sleep.
It was him, being his usual self.
It brought so much amusement to Hinata. She couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh Naruto-kun." She reprimanded.
"I'm sorry, Hinata-chan," Naruto replied hesitantly, scratching his neck again. "I genuinely don't know how you manage it all on a regular basis. Parenting is so goddamn difficult." He admitted with a troubled frown, rushing his hand up to run his fingers through his short blonde hair.
"Boruto was a little rowdier than normal tonight. It was as if I wasn't even talking half the time. He cried and screamed, refusing to go to bed so many times. He even tried to hide from me twice." Naruto exclaimed with a loud groan.
He shook his head, "Himawari was no better, I'm afraid. She continuously bombarded me with so many questions. She nearly talked my head off. It was as though she wasn't tired at all!"
Naruto put up a pout, sulking in his spot on the edge of the tub, "Sheesh, I lied big time. Putting those two to sleep is definitely not an easy mission. More like a total nightmare."
"So, I definitely," Naruto trailed off, his blue eyes falling down to the wine glass between his fingers. He raised it in the air, jiggling it in his grasp, "needed this." He proclaimed before taking another sip, causing Hinata to burst into laughter.
Her eyes gleamed joyfully upon receiving the truth, of knowing exactly how it went as he attempted to put Boruto and Himawari to sleep.
And Hinata thought it was absolutely adorable to witness Naruto try so hard to assume an exemplary parent role, to take on such a difficult responsibility. It was all so new to Naruto, to them both, but especially to Naruto. He had no idea how to care for a child, let alone another human being in general, so having to care for two children has come as an absolute shock to him.
It was hard for him.
But he's trying. He's trying so hard.
With that thought in mind, Hinata's maternal instincts quickly took over, and she found herself powerless to repress the urge to console him. She stretched out her free hand to clutch his arm, to caress him.
She ran her thumb back and forth along the silky fabric of his shirt, accidentally dampening it with soapy water.
"Oh, my dear Naruto-kun. I know it must be hard for you at times, taking care of the kids, but you must be patient. You must rely on these…" Hinata reached her body forth to caress his left ear, a gesture that caused Naruto to chuckle.
"And not this." Hinata retorted before giving his forehead a point, indicating his brain. Naruto grunted.
Hinata smiled, "Now that they are a little older, Boruto and Himawari will tell you everything they wish for you to know, you just have to be open to it." She explained, "And when you develop the practice of attending to them, you will naturally anticipate their needs and wishes. The secret, my love, is repetition, trial and error, and patience. I'm confident you'll get it one day."
Hinata's voice was soothing and kind as she gave Naruto helpful counsel, indicating her comprehension of his present predicament and issues, and making him feel much better.
He felt better now that he knew his current situation was normal and that it took a lot of effort, even for Hinata, to be able to handle a child, let alone two.
Children were tough. Learning to care for children takes time; it's definitely not some stroll in the park.
Each one is distinct and necessitates specific care and time to become acquainted with, in order to uncover each of their triggers, strengths, and weaknesses; dislikes and likes; fears and wishes.
It was akin to a difficult mission, but the outcome was significantly more rewarding and meaningful.
Hinata watched as Naruto deeply soaked in her words, his eyes fixated on the bathwater within the tub below.
Her smile grew as she witnessed Naruto's whiskered face suddenly break into a huge grin, his lips expanding widely and illuminating his features.
He shifted his gaze away from its fixed place to draw his attention back to her. He gave her an appreciative smile before lowering his free hand to clasp her own which gripped his arm.
His touch was light and delicate as if he were holding something valuable before moving Hinata's dainty hand into the air just as he lowered his head.
He planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand, pushing his lips against her damp flesh, never once taking his gaze away from her.
Hinata's cheeks completely burned scarlet at the sight and touch of Naruto's extraordinarily romantic gesture. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest, and her breathing had become fairly heavy. Her lavender eyes were slightly expanded but were locked on his blue gaze and lips.
"Thank you, Hinata-chan. Thank you for the advice, baby." She heard him whisper, his hot breath slipping from the cracks of his lips to hit her hand, sending goosebumps through her body.
"I truly hope you're right."
Naruto raised his head as he carefully lowered Hinata's arm back into the bathwater, allowing it to become submerged once more in the soapy liquid.
"And as always, my love, I believe in you," Hinata said, joyously swaying her legs in the water. "I'm confident you'll improve with time. But…"
"But?" Naruto questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Hinata hummed, "I'm still curious as to how you managed to put Boruto and Himawari to bed. It's a puzzle I can't quite solve-"
But before Hinata could finish her remark, Naruto interrupted her, giving her all the information she needed to clear up her uncertainty.
But he found himself uncomfortably rubbing the back of his neck once more, "I well... I may or may not have been persuaded to give them milk and cookies-"
"N-Nani! Naruto-kun!"
"A-And I shared a few tales from my prior missions with them. That managed to do the trick; it put them right to sleep."
"Oh, Naruto-kun." Hinata chastised once more.
"S-Sorry, Hinata-chan."
"It's okay, my love. It's okay."
Following their serious discussion, the two decided to spend the next few moments completing their wine within their wine glasses. They swallowed the rest of their contents quietly, savoring the gratification that their bodies felt afterward.
After savoring every last sip of his beverage, Naruto let out a cheer, jumping to his feet.
Hinata laughed at the sight of his joy before her husband gently removed her empty glass from her hands.
"Woohoo! Now that hits the spot! I feel better already."
Hinata laughed once more, but settled for watching as Naruto moved away from her to the sink's countertop in the room, which was present behind him.
He rid himself of the two wine glasses by simply placing them on top of the bathroom appliance for a little while.
But Hinata couldn't stop her gaze from wandering down Naruto's clothed backside. She instantly noticed the way his satin shirt fluttered in the steady wind he created as he walked.
She bit her lip as she drifted down his tall frame further, only to ogle at his ass.
Her arousal immediately peaked.
She tapped the tub's edge with her finger while lightly kicking her feet, back and forth in the water, "Ya know, Naruto-kun, I've been wondering something babe…"
"Yeah, what is it?" Naruto perked up due to the abrupt sound of Hinata's voice, his head twisting around to face her again.
Hinata guided one of her feet out of the bathwater, pointing one big toe at him, and he watched, curious.
She guided her elevated appendage to trace up and down his muscular physique, pointing at his seductive apparel.
"I was wondering if you've chosen to wear that for me?" She asked, keeping her raised toe pointed at his unbuttoned satin shirt and pants.
"Are you trying to arouse me, hm, Naruto-kun?" Hinata inquired as well, with the tilt of her head, her pinned hair following her movements.
"Because it's working."
Hinata's words took on a seductive tone, one that flowed off of her tongue like honey to fill the quiet space around her. Such a tone was merely adopted due to the fact she was currently under the influence of alcohol.
Naruto knew that much.
But he was, nonetheless, fascinated by the way her demeanor shifted. He certainly wasn't able to resist the desire to indulge in more of Hinata's naughty behavior, to see just how far she would go.
His lounge shirt swayed back and forth the entire while as he fully twisted his body to return to her.
He shrugged, pulling his arms out wide, "Perhaps. You know I'm addicted to making that pussy of yours throb. And I knew that…" Naruto draped his hands down to clutch the sides of his satin shirt, showing off more of his chiseled torso, He gave his shirt a tug, "this would do the trick."
Now that was the final straw for Hinata.
She dipped her foot back into the water before pulling up one hand to beckon him over.
"Oh, you naughty boy. I must confess how much I adore your outfit, but…" Hinata bit her lip, "I would enjoy it much more if it were on the floor."
"On the floor?" Naruto's eyes darkened in arousal, "Are you trying to get me naked, babe?"
Hinata hummed, shrugging her shoulders, "Perhaps."
Naruto clicked his tongue before yanking his shirt again, just as he made it back in front of the tub, towering over Hinata. His presence cast a shadow on her, and his blue eyes ogled her as shamelessly as they pleased.
The short-haired blonde tilted his head, "Mmm, who's the naughty one now." He whispered, "But if that is what you want, I am more than obliged to undress for you."
Hinata's entire body blushed as her husband performed an enticing striptease for her hooded gaze, his large hands clutching his unbuttoned shirt and slowly but steadily pulling it off his person.
The smooth material slipped down his broad shoulders like water and down his chiseled backside, landing with a plop on the floor.
Hinata bit her lower lip at the sight of her beloved standing shirtless in front of her, no longer concealing any of his muscles from her gaze.
His tanned muscles bulged at her, flexing in the face of her enthralled stare.
She felt her pussy throb within the bathwater.
"Mmm, tasty." The midnight blue-haired woman whispered seductively which only earned her a chuckle from Naruto.
Slowly, he worked his fingers down his body to grab a hold of the lip of his pants, just where his cock was hidden, lying fully erect and thus pressing against the fabric.
Hinata's eyes shifted downward, and she watched as Naruto wasted no time in removing his pants.
He yanked them down slowly while keeping his eyes on her, "You wanted this right?" He spoke sensually as he yanked his pants off his hips, allowing the fabric to fall down his legs and spill at his feet.
He stepped out of them, leaving his discarded pants on the floor.
He was now only dressed in black boxers that hung loosely off his hips, revealing his defined V-line, the train of blonde hair that sprang from his crotch, and even the outline of his mighty cock, which was currently tucked away but badly longing to be released.
Hinata nodded her head, "Oh yes, Naruto-kun." She rolled her tongue in response to his earlier query, producing a sensual sound that made the blonde male curse under his breath.
The mature woman held the tub's edges even tighter, just to pull herself out of her reclining position and sit erect.
Throughout the process, however, the water surged back and forth, splashing against her body as she moved.
"And those." She whispered.
She sat up to get a better look at Naruto as he stood in front of her in only boxers, exposing his sun-kissed skin and well-defined muscles.
She groaned, pointing to the final item of clothing still attached to his body where her reward was concealed.
"I want your boxers off, Naruto-kun." Hinata opened her mouth briefly, just so her tongue could slip out of it, "I want your cock in my mouth."
Naruto's eyes widened at Hinata's desired instruction and her seductive conduct, as it marked a significant difference from her behavior previously.
But he wasn't complaining.
He simply gave her a nod, and proceeded to give her what she wanted.
He yanked his boxers off in the blink of an eye, stepping out of them to approach the tub, to approach his aroused wife.
Clearly, she was a lightweight, influenced by just one glass of wine, tipsy not only from the alcohol but also from the current ambiance, from the peaceful relaxing aura.
Naruto felt it too.
He was in the mood for intimacy, to have a good time with his wife all night long. He was willing to fuck her right here, right now in the tub, and then take her to the bedroom to complete their session there.
But first…
He stepped forward, taking the necessary steps to stand right in front of her lifted form, his build towering over her like a mountain.
His blue eyes were indistinct, dark, and totally fixed on her as he stood nude, in all his naked splendor.
Hinata found herself quite compelled to observe as his huge cock rocked back and forth in time with his movements. Just the sight caused her pussy to twitch within the bathwater, responding with pleasure to its other half.
The horny woman let out a hum of satisfaction as she took the time to carefully observe her husband's exposed member between his legs with her lavender eyes.
And as she did so, she sat back and watched the show, paying close attention to every little aspect.
No matter how many times Hinata saw it or felt it inside of her, Naruto's cock never failed to surprise her. That was beyond a doubt.
The one and only member she would ever be pleased by, (a dream come true for her), protruded proudly from a patch of curly blonde hair.
Naruto's cock was imposingly large, lengthy, and thick, and its angry mushroom-shaped tip bulged and twitched under her gaze.
Thick, blue veins sprout from underneath his member's thick meat sheath and spread like channels all along his length.
Hinata couldn't help but trace such veiny routes with her eyes, taking in every inch of him.
His cock was extremely excited at the moment, dribbling precum at the tip, which dropped with loud splats on the floor, sullying the ground before him.
Naruto possessed a dick of the gods, one that could satisfy her at any time of day, in any fashion, in any position, and with no difficulty at all.
Hinata's excitement level skyrocketed just by looking at it, prompting her to wriggle like a lunatic in the bathtub.
Naruto let out a low hum as he noticed his wife eyeballing his erect cock, practically drooling at the sight of it before her.
He extended his fingers down to grab the base of it, clamping his hand tightly around the hot flesh.
"Now, my naughty wife, I think it's time we had some fun." In an effort to further tempt Hinata, Naruto purposefully gave his cock a bounce with his hand, causing the pointy flesh to jiggle in front of her face.
The young woman felt her breathing quicken, her heart beat faster, and her womanly hormones began to behave strangely in response to the teasing display.
She experienced a hardening of her nipples that was almost intolerable and an increase in the frequency and intensity of her vaginal twitches.
She was so hungry for Naruto's cock, she couldn't sit still. She couldn't help but praise it, for acknowledging its magnificence and beguiling hold on her.
She tightened her grip on the tub, digging her nails firmly into the material, "Y-Your cock is s-so big. I-I could never…" Her words of awe faded as she noticed Naruto's dick twitch, a quick gesture of lurching up in response to her praise.
"Oh my kami."
Hinata stared in fascination once more, savoring the gift that lie so boldly in front of her.
She was counting herself blessed once more for being graced by the masterpiece of the man in front of her, a work of art that gladly and happily shares his gifts with her whenever she desires.
She swore she felt her heart flip in her chest. Her breath hitched as well.
Chuckling at his dazed wife, Naruto gently reached out to cup her chin, to help direct her attention away from his cock and toward his eyes.
Only then, did he realize how dull and clouded her lavender orbs appeared, a stark contrast to before. The woman he saw now was unquestionably different from the one he initially encountered when he entered the washroom earlier.
The woman before him now looked so hungry—hungry for pleasure, hungry for his attention, hungry for his dick.
The mature, intelligent young lady from before was long gone, replaced by a horny one who was anxious to sate her lewd cravings, fully present in the moment, and with a lack of desire to remain idle.
It was an amusing sight that made Naruto laugh again, his mind undoubtedly storing such a look from Hinata deep within the recesses of his brain.
The whiskered blonde licked his lips, his thumb caressing her supple skin, her chin in his grasp.
"You want my cock, hm? It's what you want, isn't it, Hinata-chan?"
Naruto observed Hinata closely as he proposed his questions and breathed them upon the fiery cheeks of his lover.
He watched as her eyes fluttered and twinkled, her breath hitched, and a gulp slipped down her throat.
But ultimately, her head nodded.
"Y-Y-Yes, I want it so bad, N-Naruto-kun—your big fat cock."
Hinata begged. She begged for his cock in that seductive voice Naruto loved so fucking much.
He was unable to control the shaking in his legs, the shivers that danced up and down his spine, or even the unceasing twitching of his member within his grasp.
"Fuck."
He bit his lip down at Hinata before gently removing his hand away from her chin to instead rest it by his waist.
He gave her a nod down at his erect member, a nod for her to take off, to do as she wished.
"Well then." He taunted, "Come and get it."
Naruto didn't have to tell Hinata twice before she leaped forward, her upper body extending out of the tub in an attempt to grab Naruto's cock.
Naruto let go of his cock, only to be replaced by Hinata's dainty hand, which tightly held the base of his shaft, simply to keep his rod steady and pointed in her direction.
As soon as the spiky-haired blonde felt Hinata insert his cock into her hot mouth, a strong jolt of pleasure hit him square in the gut.
In desperation, her lips ringed his mushroom tip, and only from there, she immediately sought to put those lips to good use.
While holding onto the base of his cock with one hand, Hinata began to continuously bob her head back and forth. Each time she bobbed her head, her mouth seemed to take in more and more of his length.
Her oral muscles joyfully reacted to the presence of his massive, veiny cock in her mouth by rubbing against him, stroking every inch of him that was present.
Naruto completely lost it.
He threw his head back to let out numerous groans, groans of pure satisfaction.
Hinata's mouth was searing hot to his sensitive member, amplifying the pleasure he felt.
Tingles ran through his entire nude body, strong ones that made his toes curl and scratch against the floor, his knees shake, and his abdomen tense. His muscles tightened at moments as he felt Hinata's mouth run over all the sensitive areas along his crotch.
As a result, Hinata's favorite melodies were brought to life.
Naruto's groans and moans of ecstasy.
"H-Holy shit, Hinata-chan." Naruto whimpered between the gnashing of his teeth, his eyes tightly closed and his head directed up at the ceiling. He cursed numerous times, repeatedly. He couldn't seem to say anything else other than obscene phrases.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You're doing so good, so fucking good."
"Yes, baby, suck that cock. Ooh, yeah, exactly the way I like."
Words were simply pouring from his mouth at this point, which caused him to doubt his level of sobriety.
He wasn't sure if the wine was starting to influence him or if Hinata was completely to blame for his irrational behavior. He was unable to comprehend how good he felt because of how incredible her blowjob was.
Hinata groaned softly as she sucked her husband's cock with vigor, ripping him apart with her tongue.
She used her tongue to taste his salty essences, measure the length of his cock, and devour his slimy precum.
She slapped her moist appendage against his member's thick sides, ran it along his length, and offered vertical flicks against his tip.
His cock seemed to have made a home in the very back of her throat, constantly remaining cuddled there, satisfying her desire to have her throat filled by him.
Hinata guided his cock in and out of her mouth, where it slipped just over her stretched tongue to kiss the very back of her throat, making light squelching sounds due to her saliva.
Only then, did the mature woman choose to go above and beyond and decide to push her head further forward to take more of his cock into her mouth.
She offered Naruto an alluring gag in response, sullying his cock more with her saliva.
Hinata pulled his cock out of her mouth with a yank of her head and a wet plop, releasing his dick from the hot confines of her throat. But she never released her hold on him.
Saliva slid down his cock like melted ice cream, trains of it splaying through the air to meet Hinata's smudged lips.
She gave his shaft a few pumps with her hand, just as she gazed up at him with those murky lavender eyes of hers.
Hinata batted her eyes, "Mmm, you like this? You like the way I suck your cock?" She gave his cock more pumps, sensually running her hand up and down his wet shaft, "You like how I rub it?"
"Yes, baby, yes. Fuck!"
"Mmm, you like exploring my throat, don't you, my love? You like filling it up?"
"Oh hell yeah, baby." Naruto was eager to respond to and partake in his wife's naughty banter, his clouded blue eyes drifting down to focus on his sexy hime underneath him.
Her lovely body had emerged from the tub and was now rooted on her knees.
She raised herself up to enable her back to arch and her beautiful ass to lie fully spread behind her. The bath water constantly splashed against her, running back and forth to smack the sides of her body but she didn't mind.
Her eyes were fixated solely on Naruto.
Naruto moved his head over to run kisses along her jawline, listening closely as his wife began to emit those sweet moans of hers, all the while pleasing this dick with a handjob.
She ran her hand up and down his shaft, swiping his precum tip with her thumb.
Naruto groaned, "Yes, exploring that tight throat of yours…"
Naruto planted another kiss on her skin.
"Filling your throat up with my cock, baby.."
Another kiss was planted before Naruto's lips ventured beside Hinata's right ear.
Hinata shuddered as she felt a sloppy kiss plant itself on her ear lobe, an affectionate gesture that sent shivers down her spine.
Naruto snickered, just by her ear, "Mmm, is my favorite pastime."
His lust-infused whisper slipped from his lips and slithered deep into her right ear, eliciting an instant response from Hinata. Naruto pulled one hand down to cup her chin again, just to pull his head down closer to her.
Their eyes connected. Their breaths hitched. Their heartbeats raced faster but ultimately synchronized in beat.
Hinata watched as he licked his lips at her, a sensual display that made her core tighten and her pussy lips flutter. She let out a happy groan, completely unaware of Naruto's true motives for his kissing and dirty remarks.
His free hand was busy trailing her arched backside, slowly but steadily roaming her figure deep inside the bathwater. His now damp hand slipped over her spread asscheeks to give her a lovely surprise…
He slid two thick fingers inside her pussy.
Hinata screamed, her body trembling on her knees, as she was propelled forward by a strong but abrupt pleasurable sensation from behind. His fingers were able to easily penetrate her due to her pussy's moisture, which was caused by both her arousal and the bathwater that covered her.
His thick appendages took sanctuary deep within her, slithering farther and further inside her walls, making it difficult for her to remain motionless.
She whimpered before raising her hooded eyes to meet those of her husband, who was now observing her.
He gave her a cheeky grin, "Shh, baby, don't wanna wake up the kids, now do we?" The blonde male teased.
Hinata shot a glare at her lover before putting a pause to the handjob she gave his cock, merely to cup it in place.
She scoffed, "You're a b-big meanie-ooh!" Her words were stuck in her throat when she felt the two fingers inside her begin to move, rushing in and out of her in a delightful stride.
Hinata's thighs trembled.
Naruto laughed. He gave a nod down at his twitching manhood, seeing she had stopped pleasuring it.
He tilted his head, "Oh baby, don't stop. I wanna know more of what that mouth of yours is capable of. Impress me, as you always do."
And impressed he was.
Naruto's cock was back inside Hinata's mouth at the tip of a hat which slithered deeper and deeper within her throat.
She gave it her all this time to gratify her husband's cock, making every attempt of shoving his large, fat cock down her throat.
As a result, her gags were uncontrollable, and she lurched several times, bobbing her head forward each time. But the unpleasant sensation of Naruto's cock brushing the back of her neck stirred her up even more.
She couldn't get enough of how tasty his cock was to her taste receptors and even how wonderful it felt in her mouth.
Not to mention how good it felt to be fingered too.
The entire while as she busied herself with sucking her husband's cock dry, he used his fingers to finger fuck her pussy from above.
His tall height made it much easier for him to reach over her hunched body in the tub and seek her pussy, which he played with his two fingers as much as he pleased.
He enjoyed the sensation of her walls shaking and tightening against him as he rushed his fingers in and out of her intense heat. He also enjoyed the deep moans Hinata produced in response to his movements.
His grunts were audible as well, bringing vulgarity into the once-quiet and serene bathroom.
But neither of the two cared.
The two were savoring every second of their alone time, trying to keep their groans to a minimum so they didn't disturb their children's slumber and wake them up.
The two relished in the magnificent sensations of pleasure together, both riding the apex of their climaxes with the assistance of the other.
Naruto let out a deep groan, his whiskered face contorting as he felt Hinata shimmer her head side to side, a method that allowed more of his cock deep inside of her throat.
More of his length was welcomed into the fantastical world of Hinata's throat where it was scorched by the heat present, licked and sucked by her tongue, coated wet by her saliva, and massaged and squeezed by her oral muscles.
He was so close.
Naruto's eyes rolled several times against his will, sighs, groans, and curses slipping out of his mouth to bless Hinata's ears.
At this point, it felt that the pleasure was growing stronger, really strong. Naruto experienced such intense feelings that they gave him the impression that someone was repeatedly bashing a baseball bat against his stomach.
Over and over again.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He couldn't control his voice. Hell, he couldn't even stand still.
He struggled like a kid holding its urine as he was graced with his wife's magnificent yet obscene mouth technique to deliver the blowjob of his dreams.
In response, he delivered that naughty pussy of hers with powerful thrusts of his fingers, pounding her walls into submission. He even extended his hand to grasp her left asscheek, raising it up to give him more room to explore inside of her, to give her as much pleasure as she did him.
Hinata mewled in return, her lavender eyes rolling to the back of her head in delight, indicating that she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of his fingers inside of her.
But his fingering efforts never persuaded her or forced her to stop sucking his cock, a physical portrayal to which she has become addicted.
Addicted to the taste of him.
Addicted to his cock filling her throat.
Addicted to the steady motion of rocking her head back and forth.
Yes, Hinata definitely was lost in the moment.
Naruto chuckled at such an amusing display before giving her ass a slap with his left hand before giving the flesh a tight squeeze, "Yes, that's it. You're so good at that, baby, sucking my cock. You're thirsty for my cum, aren't you?"
Mewling and groaning, as if in response to him, Hinata cried out her moans.
But because his enormous cock was obstructing her throat canals, the sounds she made were severely muffled and just vibrated against the sensitive sheath of his meat stick.
Her mouth was forced open wide, and saliva dribbled continuously down the ridges of her lips. Her saliva covered everything in the area, including the tub's surface and the floor.
Naruto laughed once more before shifting gears and adjusting the motion of his fingers. Instead of piercing her pussy's canals with his two fingers, he decided to give her insides a circular rub in an attempt to locate and attack her g-spot.
That seemed to do the trick.
Hinata's walls tightened up just as he was hoping for against his fingers, just as his cock twitched deep within her mouth.
Hinata's muffled moans grew louder and louder as he thrust his fingers into her core, a carbon replica of Naruto's plight.
He, too, was nearing the end; each time Hinata thrust her head back and forth, running her tongue down the length of his shaft, cradling him with her lips.
He truly felt like he was about to explode.
It grew worse for him when she suddenly drew one palm forward to cup his balls with her free hand, driving her entire body into the tub to juggle his meat sacks; to touch that one region on his body that could eventually send him to a realm of no return, just as he did her.
And that was all he needed.
That was it for him.
The spiky-haired man began shaking like a lunatic, his thighs jiggling as the knot inside his stomach tightened to an unbearable state, a state that drove him to scream only one thing.
He cursed, groaning out, "Oh baby, I'm about to cum. I'm gonna cum!" He screamed out in desperation, and luckily for him, he could feel his wife's walls trembling against his fingers as well.
She was about to cum too.
He lowered his head to meet her gaze, observing as she looked up at him with those gorgeous orbs of hers. Even with his cock filling her throat, she maintained contact with him.
He mewled at the sight of her orbs of beauty before nodding, "Baby, cum with me. I feel you there too. I want you to c-cum when I cum, Hinata-chan."
And, like the wonderful wife she was, Hinata nodded in agreement, joyfully doing what she was told.
The two neared the conclusion together, keeping up with their obscene deeds of satisfying the other until they reached the point of no return, both filling the entire bathroom with their delighted voices.
Ultimately, Naruto burst his load deep inside of Hinata's mouth with a prolonged groan, gripping her ass tight as he coated the back of her throat with his seed.
Hinata came at the same moment as well, her inner walls tightening up, her floodgates opening inside of her, and her eyes rolling to the back of her head, all signs of her release.
Naruto's fingering drove her to unleash her contents all within the tub below, causing a loud splattering sound to emerge in the room, similar to the pitter-patter of rain.
Naruto let forth groans and breathless howls as he shot all he had inside Hinata's awaiting mouth, and obediently, she held it wide open for him. She was given full access to the entirety of his seed inside of her mouth, and she ravenously devoured every last drop.
Only when he was finished releasing, did Naruto liberate his cock out of the tight confines of Hinata's throat. But when he did, it appeared as though his cock was acting as a corkscrew; when it popped out of her lips, it unblocked her mouth, allowing it to spew forth some intriguing contents.
A mixture of her saliva and his white sperm began to leak from her mouth's cracks at that very moment, sliding down her chin and contaminating her body.
Hinata's face was soiled with saliva and cum, her teeth clamped and her jaws expanded given the amount of sperm they were holding.
Naruto extended his left hand forward to delicately tap her chin, "Open your mouth, baby." He nodded, "Stick out your tongue for me. I'd like to see how much of my cum is lodged in that tight throat of yours."
And she did.
Hinata gave him a seductive nod before extending her mouth wide, sticking her tongue straight out for him. But, as she did so, she released the white slimy contents that had been trapped inside her mouth, allowing the sperm to spill from her lips and sully her body in long streams.
Naruto watched in satisfaction as his sperm slipped out of her gaping mouth to paint all over her chin, neck, and ultimately her boobs.
He cursed.
Damn, he came a lot.
But to make matters worse for him, Hinata suddenly moved her hands up to cup her gorgeous mounds for him, giving them intimate caresses. Her squishy breasts bunched up in the presence of her palms, sinking into the creases of her fingers.
Hinata gave Naruto an illicit look, her lavender eyes veiled but glistening, her dark hair damp and matted to her brow, her cheeks flaming hot, and her lips and tongue constantly dripping his slimy but thick cum.
Yes, such a sexy image of lewdness from her would remain in his mind forever, gracing him with a hard-on just by thinking about it.
And it certainly gave him another one now, his dick hardening yet again, ready to play some more.
Naruto groaned at the sight of his naughty wife, unable to tear his gaze away from her. He was astounded.
Fuck, she was so perfect.
The blonde scoffed, "Tsk, such naughtiness." Naruto snorted, his clouded blue eyes sliding along Hinata's saturated body, watching the continual sperm that rushed down between her neck, chest, and across her nipples, eventually settling into the bathtub.
Naruto groaned once more, "You're so fucking hot, baby. If you keep that up, you're gonna make me cum again."
He let out a moan before abruptly forcing his fingers straight out of Hinata's pussy, doing so with a sloppy plop before settling on giving her pussy lips a sensual rub.
Hinata yelped at such a sudden act, her body quivering as a result of its sensitivity.
But she swiftly recovered, only to brush her tongue along her lips, excitedly tasting her lover's cum. She groaned as she was immediately hit with a salty taste, one that rivaled that of ramen broth.
It was so yummy to Hinata, she couldn't get enough.
Naruto watched the show with hooded eyes. He let out a curse, "Fuck. When did you become so naughty, hm, wife?" He whispered breathlessly against her lips, never once ceasing the steady movement of his fingers in between her thighs.
Hinata's legs shook in the water, her hands falling away from her breasts to grip the rim of the tub for support, the other longingly reaching out to clutch his cock, unable to keep away from it.
Hinata batted her eyes, shaking her tushy, "Oh Naruto-kun, you know I am incapable of remaining innocent, not when I have you as a husband." The midnight blue-haired woman hummed.
"Naughty boy."
"Hah." Naruto snorted in amusement, "Blaming your naughtiness on me, I see. That's just about as naughty as you can get."
"But it's true, you know it's true, Naruto-kun." She whispered out, under her breath which only led the spiky-haired blonde to chuckle.
She definitely got him. He couldn't refute the truth in her statements. He was constantly aware that his immoral behavior was a detrimental influence on his innocent wife, who had previously known little about sexual intercourse and all the elaborate schemes that ensued.
He knew he'd corrupt her one day, and oddly, seeing his wife call him out on it made him very amused.
'Ah well, I don't see why we can't have some more fun then, eh?' Naruto declared within his head, readily eager to go further, to take advantage of this moment that his wife was still horny and ready to continue.
After all, he can go all night.
The spiky-haired blonde smirked lewdly before returning his attention back to his wife.
He paused in his motions of rubbing her pussy lips to instead give her pussy a light pat with his fingers. He breathed in the moan she let forth.
"Mmm, be it as it may, let's take advantage of your naughtiness, baby. We've come too far now."
Naruto moved forth to plant a kiss on her cheek, before slithering up to her ear.
"Hey, is there any more room in that bathtub, for one more?"
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As the night progressed, the formerly serene ambiance of the bathroom Hinata initially set up was eventually disrupted and consequently forsaken.
The presence of Naruto and Hinata in the bathroom, together, was a clear sign that the quiet setting wasn't going to last for very long.
The night went on, and Hinata and Naruto participated in sexual activity in the privacy of their bathroom, as they have done numerous times before, embracing each other in their purest forms and gracing one another with unfathomable joy.
Naruto eagerly jumped into the fray in his total nakedness after filling the tub with fresh bathwater, soap, and bath oils.
With his lengthy legs and massive muscles, the blonde filled the tub, his larger frame pushing his petite wife against the tub's edge.
Hinata's voluptuous ass was raised in the air, back arched, legs parted, as she was cradled in the strong arms of her husband as she received the pounding of her dreams.
Her hands gripped the very rims of the tub where her feet had been just seconds before, her arms crossed so she could bury her face inside, hiding her cries.
The two tried their hardest to be as composed as possible, to have quiet sex, but the violent rush and flow of the water, as well as the moans and screams that accidentally seeped out of them both, were ruining it all.
Naruto laughed, his short hair now wet and sticking to his brow.
Droplets of water steadily dripped down his muscles as they strained and stretched in his earnest endeavor to please his wife.
He licked his lips, rushing his tongue across them in a rapid sweep, "You like that, my naughty wife? To be pounded, just like this?" He whispered out in a low tone, just over his wife. His body was on its knees, his hands clutching her hips, which spun out of control in response to the presence of his own hips which crashed against her every millisecond.
His hip thrusts were impressive yet lethal, sucking the breath from poor Hinata's lungs.
Her asscheeks wobbled back and forth in the water, jiggling for dear life as she was manhandled by her husband.
Hinata whimpered as she felt another thrust strike her, driving her entire body forward. The thick cock inside of her gave her an amazing sense of fullness that well outweighed the fullness provided by her lover's thick fingers. She now felt as though her belly button was being pierced from the inside.
Her eyes snapped closed, and she sucked in a breath, "Oh kami! Oh kami, if you k-keep that up, Naruto-kun, I w-wont be able to control my voice." Hinata whimpered out before sinking her head deeper within her folded arms, resting against the tub's edge, "I'll sc-scream."
In between his groans, Naruto laughed while continuing his steady forward-and-backward gait. His hips were unwavering, moving quickly without ever slowing down or displaying hesitation.
No.
Naruto's hips slapped ferociously into Hinata's asscheeks, striving to guide his rigid cock deep inside of her. He gave Hinata every inch of his shaft, slipping it deep within her pussy and savoring the sensation of her insides quiver.
Hinata mewled, biting down on her arm, "Oh kami!" She screeched. She was suddenly given a smack across the ass, causing her body to jump.
The warm water in the tub also splashed around in response.
Naruto licked his lips, tilting his head as he studied his arched wife, writhing along the tub's material, seeking refuge to sigh happily in her arms to drown out the obscene noises she was making.
The blonde couldn't help but laugh at Hinata's predicament. He smacked her asscheeks once more.
"Oh baby, making you scream doesn't sound too bad-"
"N-No, don't-!"
"Shh, baby. Relax, I got you." In reassurance, Naruto whispered to his frantic wife. He slowed his thrusts just enough to rotate his hips against his wife, setting his cock inside of her at a pace and motion that could perhaps strike her g-spot and kiss her cervix with an enticing rub.
Hinata felt her eyes roll to the back of her head, and her naughty impulses returned to cloud her mind once more.
"Yes, oh yes, right there!" She let out a drunken smile of bliss, immersed in the sensation of receiving delightful deep strokes from her husband.
Naruto moaned before leaning his body over her, just enough to grasp the tub's ends and envelop Hinata in his arms. He humped her core steadily, letting out a breathless moan by her ear.
"Mm, you like that? Fuck, I'm so deep inside you, my love." Naruto whispered, "Heh, tell me, you like that cock deep inside your pussy, hm? Reaching deep within you, making ya feel all full inside." The blonde groaned, "Tell me, tell me how much of a naughty girl you've turned into."
Hinata was gradually becoming insane—in a good way—from Naruto's dirty comments. With her body submerged in water, her husband's warm body tightly pressing against hers, and the sensation of his thick cock inside her, brushing against all the parts of her that made her squirm, her body became increasingly like mere mush in the bath, practically dissolving into nothing as a result of it all.
She was in a state of complete ecstasy as the man behind her continued to chip away at her sanity, causing her to lose all memory of the original reason they had to keep their voices down.
She squealed several times before ultimately giving Naruto what he wanted.
Her eyes crossed, and another drunken smile crossed her pale features, "Yes, you're sooo deep. I love it when you're so deep inside me." She began to beg, "Please, give me every inch of your cock, N-Naruto-kun. My pussy wants it. My pussy wants it sooo bad."
She was growing lost in the pleasure, while Naruto was growing lost in Hinata's moans.
For a split second, his blue irises crossed as he felt her pussy tighten on him hungrily, selfishly, acting in turn with her dirty cries and her entire submission to her desires.
He opened his mouth to let out a deep moan, "Mmm, baby, what a delightful wish." He leaned down to plant a kiss on her shoulder, "Your wish is at my command." He moaned sensually to his wife.
The spiky-haired blonde spasmed and quivered against his lover's hips, completely enamored with the sensations of her inner walls sandwiching his cock, showering him with a sense of warmth and security; to gracing him with pleasure by lovingly caressing the shaft of his cock with a deep massage.
Her inner walls gave his cock deep strokes in the same way he gave his wife deep strokes. The muscles within her stroked against the meaty flesh of his cock in a constant motion, pressing the correct buttons to muffle all sense in his brain. His body, as much as his nerves, began to lighten.
He sensed an extreme level of internal stimulation waiting for him, stimulating his body in an infinite loop, again and again, causing him to continue rocking his hips back and forth, like a puppy with an insatiable need for a tasty treat.
Naruto leaned down to bury his brow within Hinata's untidy bun, peering down to observe their damp hips collide.
Their flesh repelled as their hips slammed together seductively, and the collision's extreme friction sent shockwaves of physical force throughout their entire bodies.
His dick undoubtedly twitched, knocking against Hinata's pussy walls in response to the lewd image in front of them.
She squealed in response.
Hinata looked up at her husband, who was hovering over her, only to lock eyes with him. As he made love to her, his blue eyes—which were completely glossy—glowed with happiness and contentment.
Sweat streamed from his brow, trickling down his whiskered cheeks and brushing against his chin. His arms bulged as they lie extended along the sides of her body, his hands gripping the tub's borders in a firm manner.
His body tensed and flexed as he pounded her from behind, his primary goal being to make her feel on top of the world. He gave it his all for her, and Hinata felt it. She appreciated it.
Her lavender eyes twinkled as she pulled one hand forward to cup his cheek, upside down, peering up at him.
"Oh, N-Naruto-kun." She mumbled, dreamily, a stark contrast to her previous conduct, which drew Naruto's attention immediately.
His blue eyes raced over her face, absorbing the pleasure in her lavender orbs, glittering and glistening like stars in the dim light.
She was enjoying herself within his presence, submerged within his warmth, and provided joy by the physical and emotional connection they shared.
He smiled, a deep and contented smile.
"Mmm, Hinata-chan."
At that very moment, his body felt driven to lower his head and press his lips to hers.
Their hearts melted instantly as their lips connected, matching the way their lower parts were which deepened their spiritual connection to one another, their bond becoming…
unchangeable—
unbreakable.
The kiss between Naruto and Hinata, husband and wife, filled them with greater and more intense sensations, elevating the dopamine levels in their bodies.
Their lips moved back and forth in a continuous stride as they fucked in the bathtub, moving their heads in a desperate attempt to intensify the kiss in any way they could.
But the kiss not only heightened the delightful sensations in their bodies and made their tummies all warm and tense, but it also gave Naruto a sense of rejuvenation, and he began to speed up his hip thrusts.
He began to fuck Hinata harder.
His hips accelerated like a damn engine, pumping forward and back in a rhythmic manner until he was creating tidal waves with the bathwater, causing the liquid to burst forth and slam squarely against Hinata's buttocks.
She cried out but it was cut short by a yelp as she felt large hands abruptly grab her arms, unlocking them and pulling her body upward.
Naruto's abrupt action of repositioning them broke their kiss, forcing his wife to settle straight up on her knees in the tub.
Her backside slammed against his chest, where she was kept in place by her husband's powerful hands, one softly grasping her throat and the other clutching her right hip.
His hips crashed against hers repeatedly above the water, causing a loud smacking of flesh to pervade the entire room, bouncing off the walls and ringing in Hinata's ears.
The unexpected intensity and ferocity of Naruto's hips were a bit overwhelming for Hinata, and the mature woman felt as if she couldn't keep her eyes open properly. They fluttered, crossed, and rolled in a never-ending loop, all out of her control.
Hinata squealed, rushing her hands forth to clutch the taunt skin of her lover's arms, "Ooh, kami, yes! F-Fuck me! Fuck me s-so good! Just like that!"
Naruto clutched her throat tighter, before diving in to plant kisses all over her neck, "Mmm, fuck, yeah." He groaned before leaving a butterfly kiss on his wife's pruney flesh. He gripped her hip tighter, "Is this what your pussy desires, hm? To be pounded over and over again, pushed past its breaking point, and denied any rest-"
"Yes, Naruto-kun! Please, teach my naughty pussy a lesson. Give it to me so h-hard and rough." Hinata squealed, clutching her husband's arms tighter, "Fuck me until I can't feel my l-legs."
Hinata was completely lost now, so engrossed in the moment that she couldn't keep her voice down. Her desires were practically screamed to the walls surrounding her, to her spouse, so that he could meet her every need, to obey her every instruction.
And he did.
Of course, when has he ever failed to fulfill her?
Naruto did what he did best and he satisfied his lover to the fullest.
He fucked her hard and rough, exactly as she desired, till she could do nothing but scream. He fucked the ever-lasting energy out of her. He fucked the sensation from her legs. He fucked her senses away, ultimately leaving her in a quivering, stuttering mess.
The two had such a good time in the bathtub, splashing, thrashing, and fucking about. They were so drawn into the moment that they didn't notice the loud noises they were making or how much bathwater was spilling over the tub's borders and dampening the floor.
No.
Nothing else mattered but each other.
Only each other.
When it was all said and done, Naruto could be discovered cradling his now unconscious wife who slumbered in the bath water, resting on his chest as he reclined against the tub's pillow.
Hinata appeared to be sleeping peacefully, her eyes closed to confine her in a domain where peace can develop her once again, to show her yet another face of itself.
Her snores were gentle and pleasant, her chest rising and falling in sync with her steady breathing. Her chest lifted and sank into the tub of lukewarm water.
Naruto sighed in the now-quiet room.
He rested his arms along the tub's borders, his head directed to the ceiling as he caught his breath. After all, he, too, heard the whispers of sleep calling for him, wanting nothing more than to whisk him away.
He yawned softly before turning to look at his wife and assessing the expression on her face.
At the sight of her, he couldn't help but smile. She appeared extremely exhausted but also at ease, completely at peace, and her body was now just resting.
Naruto chuckled lightly. Given Hinata's condition, he couldn't help but conclude that this meant their planned all-night sex marathon was not going to happen.
Hinata was just too exhausted.
But Naruto didn't mind.
He was content spending any amount of time with his wife, and the time they spent together in this very room was everything he could have ever wished for.
His smile brightened.
Gently, he pushed his head forward to kiss the side of Hinata's head, just above her disheveled, pinned hair.
But just as he was going to whisper "sweet dreams" to her, he heard the tiny pitter-patter of feet and the knocking of small knuckles on the bathroom door, sounds he most definitely wasn't expecting to hear.
"Mommy! Daddy! What was that noise?"
"Yeah, I heard it too!"
All movement came to a pause from Naruto as he heard the voices of his children, Himawari and Boruto by the door. They also gave it many frenzied knocks.
Naruto stilled in the tub, cursing to the ceiling, "Dammit." He said in a low voice, feeling guilty that Hinata and his sexual exploits had actually awakened their kids.
It was such a big mistake on their part.
Naruto was simply looking forward to the day when he would become a better parent. Because he sucked awfully right now.
"Argh, I'm sorry about the noise, Boruto, and Hima," He said as he turned to face the door again, a sheepish expression on his face, "Everything's a-okay; just go back to bed-"
"But we can't go back to bed now!"
Boruto exclaimed in a whining tone, clearly cranky due to being awakened from his sleep so late at night. As a result, Naruto developed increasing guilt.
"Yeah, big brother's right, we want more cookies!"
"Yeah!"
Naruto let out a heavy sigh, before he cast a glance away from the door, returning his gaze to his sleeping wife.
With one look at her, he felt his problems simply melt away.
He leaned down and stroked her bare arm with his thumb. In response to his movement, the bath water splashed about.
"Mmm, it seems we've woken up the kids, hime. How naughty we are." He whispered under his breath so his yapping kids won't hear. He graced her head with one more kiss.
"But don't worry. I'll handle it."
Naruto spoke gently to his sleeping wife, "I'll handle everything. You just sleep, Hinata-chan. Sleep in peace."
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Notes:
A.N.
So, I got a little carried away with this one. This one-shot was significantly longer than the others I've written since I wanted to take my time with it!
This one-shot was meaningful because it revolved around Hinata and her joyful life as an adult, parent, and wife. It gives more focus to Hinata.
This oneshot demonstrates how much her life has improved for the better, allowing her to enjoy things like candlelit baths.
Of course, Naruto is always present, happy, and prepared to meet her every desire. I tell you, their relationship is pure gold.
The purest form of gold.
I'm not going to be quiet about it, haha!
Overall, I enjoyed writing this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed reading it!
More one-shots are on the way, with the next one being a lot kinkier than this one, so I hope you're ready!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did! Don't forget to leave a comment and kudos!
Let me know what you've thought about this one shot and your other suggestions!
Take care!
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 10: ❦Lavender Eyes❦
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Naruto and Hinata made and honored a commitment to each other: their relationship would be one of secrecy, solely sex, and with no strings attached.However, Naruto has discovered an additional secret in Hinata's eyes, one that is apart from their sexual relationship as boss and subordinate. A much more personal secret, concealed even from him.
And now, Naruto is purely motivated by a deep, passionate desire to expose it.
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Notes:
This one is very freaky, deliciously freaky, so beware!
Don't forget to comment and leave kudos! 💜💜 I will really appreciate it!
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Lavender Eyes
"Look at me."
The order from Naruto was icy and utterly brutal; it almost seemed to spring out from his mouth like a furious tempest, wrenching from his mighty chest to fill the room both he and Hinata occupied.
Such a room was filled with the strong stench of sex, dominated by sin, and disheveled by the two adult's work clothes tossed about.
The aggressiveness in Naruto's voice caused Hinata to wrinkle her brows, drawing her attention away from the situation at hand.
Such a tone he chose to use when issuing his order clearly indicated that something was dreadfully wrong.
From the beginning, she sensed that something was off.
Their typical trysts consisted of them meeting together after a long day of work at their shared workplace, almost always at Naruto's residence, to partake in the secondary purpose of their relationship.
Sexual Activity.
But Naruto seemed far colder to her today, ever since their sensual session began.
His eyes were filled with rage, a determination to achieve an unspoken objective.
Hinata noticed also that he was a lot rougher with her than usual, practically dragging her into his apartment to rip her clothes off the minute she stepped through the door.
He hurriedly led her to his bedroom and tossed her on his bed with an intense eagerness to have his way with her.
Not that she minded.
Hinata had no idea what the hell was wrong with him or what was bothering him, but she didn't care.
She was only here for the sex, and she was just glad to be away from the stressful issues inherent in her workplace, away from the uptight lifestyle she's required to lead in order to finally let loose.
To finally have some serious fun.
Her lavender eyes, long marred by lust and desire, jerked their attention away from the scorching hot cock that her lips lie wrapped around to follow her angry subordinate's command—to look at him.
Her midnight blue hair trickled over her brow, obscuring those glistening lavender eyes of hers that everyone adores. Hinata peered through the shroud of her bangs at the blonde man hovering over her on the bed, his body resting on his knees before her.
And only then, was she met with the same problem she identified before.
Naruto's blue eyes were narrowed considerably, portraying an icy glint that chilled her to the bone. The more time they spent together, the more intense and chillier his blue eyes became, threatening to consume her whole.
She whimpered, wriggling beneath Naruto's intense stare, among the soiled sheets of his bed. Her body was initially thrown on her hands and knees, and violently placed in position, where she was then exposed to her subordinate's erect cock seconds later.
It was only then, was she given a command; a single command.
"Suck."
Of course, she knew what that meant.
Hinata made herself busy by sucking Naruto's well-endowed cock, excitedly indulging in her favorite pastime.
In an effort to keep a firm grip on him, she gripped the very base of his cock with one hand, brushing her knuckles against his bulging testicles in the process. Only then did she suck him with fervor, reveling in the constant bob of her head back and forth.
As she did so, her gaze was drawn to Naruto, who sneered down at her.
He scoffed, "Oh how the mighty have fallen, eh Hinata-senpai?"
Hinata's eyebrows creased in response.
"Who would have thought, a powerful woman such as yourself would spend so much, mmm-" A moan cut the blonde male's words short, but he soon proceeded again, "so much of her time on her hands and knees, offering someone like me her attention, hm?"
Naruto chuckled hoarsely, his blue eyes relishing the image of the midnight blue-haired woman below offering him the blowjob of his dreams.
Additionally, he turned his head to look back at the other component that recorded their sexual encounter—the one and only object that has ever witnessed all the terribly filthy shit they did together. Such an object was the only thing that knew about their forbidden relationship.
The mirror in his room.
Through the mirror, Naruto noticed where Hinata was positioned on her hands and knees on the bed, that gorgeous body of hers completely naked, except for those nylon stockings that embraced her legs from below.
Such stockings were the same ones she always wore underneath her skirts and dresses during work.
The very ones that Naruto adored so fucking much.
Such black stockings clung stubbornly to Hinata's creamy flesh, streaming up from her feet and legs and ending just around her thick thighs in a gorgeous lace fabric design.
The fabric was virtually see-through and extremely thin, but Naruto's excitement grew exponentially at the sight of such fabric adhering to Hinata's every move.
He's always fantasized about fucking her in those very stockings.
Hinata's entire body was extended on his bed, that plump, smackable ass of hers risen for him to ogle the fuck out of.
Naruto's blue eyes were trained on the mirror, trained on the way Hinata continuously bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, allowing his veiny cock to saunter in and out of her tight throat.
Her lips were spread open in submission, and she allowed his meat stick to slide down the heated, but oh-so-sweet canal of her mouth with the poise of her bobbing head.
She allowed his cock to play with the saliva in her mouth, sending obscene sounds of liquid squelching throughout the room.
After each thrust, Hinata allowed the might of his mushroom tip to visit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex, and enabling her to offer her blonde subordinate an amusing gag.
Through the reflecting surfaces of the mirror in his room, Naruto observed as his thick wanker appeared and then disappeared approximately every second, in an effort to explore every nick and cranny of Hinata's throat.
The spiky-haired male put up a crooked grin.
Ahh, such an amusing display.
There—over his dresser and aligned just in front of his bed, such a large and substantial mirror was hung up on the wall from a distance where it displayed everything.
Totally unfiltered.
The mirror captured the entirety of their encounter, every contour of their naked bodies, every move they made, every time their lips opened to speak, and every sexual act they performed.
The mirror not only reflected their actions but also showed them both an alternate angle of their naughty endeavors.
At such a lewd sight, Naruto couldn't help but moan, his cock jerking in the smug confines of Hinata's throat, brushing against her oral muscles.
She moaned.
He groaned, before moving his gaze away from the mirror to connect his eyes with Hinata again.
He couldn't help but comment at such a naughty sight of her. He couldn't resist the urge.
Naruto cursed, "Heh, I gotta say with your slutty eyes staring at me like the way they are and my cock stuffed down your throat, kami, you look so goddamn filthy, Hinata-senpai."
The blonde male let out a hiss through his teeth, groaning as his abdominal muscles tensed as he felt Hinata's tongue glide deliciously along his throbbing shaft.
"Mmm, whatever would your father think?"
Hinata's eyebrows furrowed even further.
Naruto's smirk widened.
The spiky-haired blonde projected a powerful look of emotion that bound her to the bed, one that was distinct from the typical flirty or lusty looks he usually casts her.
She curled an eyebrow.
The midnight blue-haired woman pulled the meaty cock that bulged her throat out of her mouth, only to lap at it with her tongue.
"Mmm, let's keep my father out of this, mmkay? Actually, let's keep everyone out—everything out, hm, baby?" Hinata ran her tongue seductively down Naruto's cock, and she watched as he struggled to hold back a groan.
"It's only you and me, only now, at this moment."
Hinata's voice was persuasive, even tempting, as she tried to encourage her sex companion to remain loyal to their commitment, to keep his attention entirely on her and nothing else.
But she had to go and ruin everything.
Before lowering his cock to slap it against her cheek, Hinata shot him a glare, "So I really don't want to know what's making you upset or whatever. I just wanna fuck and nothing more." Hinata used his cock to slap her jaw once more, "Mmm, I've had a long day."
There it was—that snarky side of Hinata with whom Naruto had such a tumultuous relationship, replete with conflicting emotions.
It was a side of her that no one saw but him.
Naruto's eyes narrowed angrily, his nose wrinkling. He was practically seething.
Boy, did he have a serious bone to pick with Hinata.
His eyes bared holes into Hinata's head, his blue eyes witnessing her own which told all the tell tales of her heart.
In her eyes, those lovely lavender eyes he adores, he was beginning to see them display something quite… different. Something quite unlike he's ever seen before.
He thought he was going crazy before.
Her lavender, pupil-less eyes were powerful and one-of-a-kind, unlike anyone else's in Japan, if not the entire world. Such eyes belong only to the most prestigious employees of Hyuga Enterprise, a well-known corporate organization in Tokyo.
Owned by the legendary Hiashi Hyuga and his prestigious family.
Hinata was one of those family members.
Hinata was more than just a coworker of his; as a senior executive of one of the most prosperous corporations in all of Japan, she was practically a princess.
She was his boss, his senpai, his idol.
Hinata always held herself in high regard, always acting accordingly and professionally in the public's eyes. She was always acting with grace and nobility, always a good little girl to her daddy and his cause.
In his eyes, Hiashi's little angel could do no wrong.
Such a foolish old man he was.
In the limelight, Hinata's eyes were pure, two big pools of lavender that gleamed and glowed with emotion, presenting a gentle beauty that was simply one of a kind.
Such eyes presented an unparalleled amount of strength, pride, and passion, brightening up whenever the beautiful woman smiled, laughed, or even spoke.
Such amethyst eyes of hers could instill warmth and affection in any individual who was fortunate enough to connect eyes with her. She affected many hearts just by blessing them with her stare.
Hinata had a big heart, and her eyes were the conduit to such a heart, always dedicating to helping those around her, and overall elevating Hyuga Enterprise as a whole.
Not to mention, she embodied what a successful businesswoman should be: intelligent, sensible, empathic, and with a solid grasp of social, managerial, analytical, and intuitive skills. Hinata was able to impress almost anyone.
In addition, she possessed stunning good looks, flawless porcelain skin, curves in all the right places, a respectable title, a sizable salary, and unshakeable confidence.
Hinata Hyuga was perfect. A complete angel.
But behind closed doors, however…
That woman was no more.
Such eyes of hers displayed no such things.
Nothing righteous at all.
The young woman suffers a tremendous transformation after the doors of Naruto's apartment are closed and her body is stripped of its clothing, submerged in the bedsheets, and solely beneath the blue gaze of her sex partner.
She becomes impure.
Immoral.
Sinful.
Hinata evolves into a woman capable of partaking in every naughty conduct imaginable. She abandons her noble ways and fully embraces her sexual desires and desperate urges, becoming a woman free of the confines of the reputation that is expected of her.
She transforms into a woman that her father never imagined she would become, indulging her time with a man he least expected, if not disliked, given his lax work ethic and overall juvenile nature at work.
If Hiashi could see Hinata now, he would surely die right on the spot.
Hinata was quite the sinner.
An angel by day, and a succubus by night, both with the express intent of driving Naruto completely insane.
Never once, however, does Hinata claim that freaky side of her. Once Naruto has given her what she wants exactly as she wants it, she leaves, completely rejects him, and abandons her sinful side in his bedroom.
She leaves the forbidden things she does at night behind, including her relationship with Naruto, in an effort to maintain the façade of the good girl everyone believes she is, in hopes of escaping intense scrutiny and an unfavorable stain on her reputation.
She leaves it all behind.
Every memory of their fun together was there to haunt Naruto, from her moans to the lavender-scented perfume staining his sheets to the tingling sensations left behind by her fingertips running over his taut skin.
Naruto treasured such recollections, which he frequently recalls while working for Hinata at Hyuga Enterprise.
When he makes eye contact with her, when she speaks, when she gives him tasks, when she brushes her immaculate groomed fingers against his, and even when she sauter around in those tight blouses and skirts she usually wears, he reflects on such blissful nights.
It was always as if she was tempting him, as if she wanted him to snap, to completely fall apart, and disclose their secret.
It appeared like he was the only one in the relationship who was battling to keep his cool, to keep such naughty memories hidden, and to retain the truth about Hinata's double life.
It was so hard.
It was the sole reason Naruto was upset right at this very moment.
He has grown sick of seeing Hinata act as if their nights together were meaningless when she steps into the limelight. He's sick of witnessing her dump her burdens on him, as if they weren't hers as well.
He was tired of it all.
He knew what they agreed on, and he knew their relationship was nothing more than a fling, a fleeting opportunity to have fun together.
But it's become more than that now.
Hinata has chosen to withhold things from him, to keep secrets from him. By doing so, she has abandoned their commitment. They promise never to hide anything from one another.
Naruto simply wants Hinata to come out of hiding and instead face the naughtiness inside of her.
He wanted her to see what he saw.
So now…
Naruto's glare was apparent, his facial features rigid, and his lips pursed as nothing but Hinata's prior words of impassiveness flooded his mind.
He wrinkled his nose, watching as the woman remained in her own little world, steadily playing with his cock by slapping it against her jaw.
He thrust one hand forward and suddenly grasped the hand of hers that had a hold of him, snatching her by the wrist.
Hinata's movements came to an immediate standstill as a result of Naruto's unexpected action. She only managed a puzzled look up at him before her hand was ripped away from his cock, crashing into the fluffy linens of the bed below to accompany her other one.
Only then were the sides of her head forcibly clutched by his two large hands to keep her upright.
"N-Naruto-wha?"
Naruto sneered, "Who told you to quit sucking my cock, huh?"
Hinata's eyes widened momentarily at his snappy response before she rolled them, "Hm, that's funny. Last time I checked, I didn't take orders from yo-mm!"
"Shut the fuck up." Naruto spat before thrusting his hips forward in one swift motion to allow the tip of his cock to barge past her gaping lips, just as she was talking.
Hinata's eyes widened as her throat was savagely filled once more by her subordinate's massive cock. But this time it happened so quickly that she almost forgot how to breathe.
She could feel her eyes watering and her nose burning as Naruto's cock wormed its way deeper and deeper down her throat, obstructing one of her breathing passageways and forcing her lips to remain wide open.
The discomforting feelings she experienced made it even more difficult for her to breathe. It was almost as if lava was pouring through her sensory canals, searing each and every one of them.
Naruto gave her a crooked smirk, before tilting his head, allowing his blonde bangs to fall over, "Heh, we both know that's not true, especially while I have you here, in this very room, slut."
Naruto observed Hinata's lavender eyes fluttering in delight as a result of his action of calling her such a demeaning name. It was a nonverbal indication that she, like the naughty girl she was, enjoyed being called a slut.
Naruto noticed that right away.
He rewarded her by beginning to move his hips.
He took control and began to ease his cock in and out of Hinata's throat, just past her stretched tongue, while keeping a firm grasp on the sides of her head.
Her gags were like music to his ears, her body bouncing precisely in sync as he face fucked her, making her huge breasts shake beneath her stooped form.
He hummed, staring deep into her eyes, "Heh, you wanna know something, Hinata-senpai?" Naruto breathed out through groans, "You want me to let you in on a little secret, hm, boss?"
Hinata's dark eyebrows creased but she let out a low hum in response.
Naruto took it as a "yes" for an answer.
He bit his lip, holding back a moan in order to speak.
"I'm on to you."
Those were the only words he said.
And he watched as the woman's eyes instantly responded, responding just the way he predicted.
Her eyes widened and her oral muscles clamped down on his cock in sheer reaction. Naruto couldn't stop the groan that escaped his lips as a delightful thrill surged up his spine.
"Fuck."
"Mm!"
Naruto chuckled hoarsely down at the shocked woman bent over before him, who practically had his cock halfway down her throat.
"Heh, you may have everyone else fooled, but you should know by now that you cannot hide any secrets from me."
"Mmh!"
Hinata moaned in frustration once more, unable to keep quiet as her blonde subordinate spatted nonsense.
What was he yapping about? She didn't know.
Why was he interfering with her enjoyment of a good face fuck? She just didn't know.
He was really beginning to piss her off.
Hinata jerked her head back, possibly to get rid of the cock that was in her mouth and give the obnoxious bastard a piece of her mind, but she found herself battling against the hands that were plastered against her head, buried in her dark blue locks.
She groaned in defeat around the meaty rod lodged in her mouth, shooting a glare up at the smirking male above her.
Naruto raised one blonde eyebrow, "And where do you think you're going, huh? I'm not through with you yet."
And, just as he said those words, and she made the mistake of backing away from the cock buried in her mouth, she was shown a far rougher side of her subordinate.
A side of him she instantly fell in love with.
Suddenly, the cock inside her mouth began to move at a breakneck pace, shooting in and out of her throat with such gusto and precision that the sound and frequency of her gags intensified.
Pools of saliva began to pour from her lips, composing into bubbles beneath her chin and coating the base of Naruto's cock as he burrowed it rapidly down her throat.
Naruto fucked her throat mercilessly, using it however he pleased, and not once, did his crooked grin leave his whiskered face.
He watched as the midnight blue-haired woman below him unraveled, slowly but steadily revealing the secret she'd been keeping from him, from her loved ones, from everyone.
Slowly but surely, the freak inside of her began to emerge.
Naruto smirked triumphantly as he observed the favorable results of his rougher approach in the bedroom. He watched as Hinata's lavender eyes glazed over with lust, rolling to the back of her head as her throat was pushed to its limits.
Her muffled moans were desperate, wrenching from her chest to bounce off the walls of Naruto's bedroom.
Hinata's naked body trembled wildly from the intense foreplay, and her voluptuous breasts clattered against her torso every instant in unison with the thrusts Naruto gave her throat.
Naruto groaned in bliss, cursing at the sight of his boss coming undone, "Fuck yeah, this is what you wanted, right? To receive a hard and rough throat fuck, befitting the whore that you are?"
Naruto snickered, "Isn't that your little secret?"
The blonde moved one hand away from the side of the woman's head to give her right cheek a smack, a kinky endeavor.
Hinata mewled in bliss.
"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?"
He gave her left cheek a smack this time, and never once did he stop the thrusting of his hips.
He kept at it.
And he was surprised to witness his kinky senpai take every thrust wholeheartedly.
"Mmm, that's what you've been hiding from me, isn't it?"
Naruto tilted his head once more, his blue eyes clashing with lavender. He peered so deeply into those glistening orbs of hers, he was practically having a conversation with her soul.
He was intensely focused on her as he fucked her throat, vigorously driving his cock in and out of her wet canal. His hips rocked back and forth in a timely fashion with no end in sight.
Naruto's endurance was always spectacular.
The spiky-haired blonde remained alert to every sound Hinata made in response to his movements and words while amusedly listening to her repeated whimpers, gurgles, and gags.
At that very moment, he observed Hinata's eyes light up with acceptance, almost as if she were admitting the truth of what he had discovered.
Naruto chuckled in amusement, "Oh, what a disappointment you are, my slutty senpai. You should be ashamed of yourself for wanting to be completely and utterly defiled, especially for a woman of your stature."
Hinata let out a whimper.
Naruto hummed, "Heh, but if that is what you want…" He shrugged his broad shoulders.
"Why didn't you just ask?"
And at precisely that moment, Naruto gave Hinata a deep thrust, propelling his hips forward with all of his might so his cock could reach the deepest recesses of her throat.
Hinata's eyes instantly jolted wide and her gags grew ten times louder than the ones she produced before.
Every inch of Naruto's well-endowed cock, all nine inches of it, entered her throat. Her head was pushed forward so far that her nose was buried in Naruto's crotch, among the blonde bushy curls of his pubic hair.
Her entire body squirmed. Her hands raised in desperation to clutch the sides of Naruto's hips, raking his tanned skin with her nails in an attempt to combat the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing.
The discomforting sensation of having a thick object like Naruto's cock filling her tight throat and obstructing her airway for a long period of time had to be one of the most unpleasant sensations she'd experienced in her entire life.
But, on the other hand, she was unable to ignore how much of her love juices were currently dripping from her wet snatch, tainting the inner linings of her thighs.
She was so wet, wetter than ever.
Hinata could not control how fucking turned on she became as a result of Naruto's abuse of her. She was unable to hide her excitement.
What's wrong with her?
However, the thought was quickly dispelled when she was abruptly freed from the cock that was flooding her throat canal by the jerk of her head. Naruto's cock, so thick and so warm, slipped its way out of her throat like a snake emerging out of a hole only to appear before her with an alluring bounce.
Hinata coughed and sputtered hard, attempting with all her might to restore her breathing and alleviate the discomfort in her throat.
Saliva streamed down her plump lips in streaks, sullying her chin and soon her breasts.
Naruto hummed in delight at the sight of his senpai before reaching out with one hand to hold the base of his cock. He chose to slap it a few times on her face, further drenching her porcelain face in saliva.
He gripped the base of his cock firmly as he smacked her face with it, all the while observing Hinata flinch and shudder in response as his member struck her pale face with wet plops.
Naruto watched as the woman quickly recovered from her sputtering fit to sigh in delight, wriggling her voluptuous ass as she enjoyed the sensation of his cock against her.
She even moved her hands to clutch her breasts, rolling her perky flesh in a very enticing fashion.
Naruto almost came right on the spot.
He groaned with delight before opting to simply place his veiny cock on her face for her pleasure.
Hinata hummed in approval, absolutely enjoying the close proximity of his cock, her body embracing how mushy and warm it was on her skin.
Her lavender eyes practically crossed as she traced the veiny cock that lay along her cheek to the tip, where it passed her forehead.
She giggled softly, "Mmm, I can't deny that you have a lovely cock, meshita, so big and oh so tasty."
Hinata licked her lips, "But I'm afraid it won't be enough to get me to spill my guts."
"Oh really now?"
Naruto's eyebrow rose, "What is that, some sort of fucked up challenge? Why can't you just admit that I'm right, hm?"
"Because.." Hinata wiggled her ass once more, sticking her tongue out to lick the lower portion of his cock, "That's no fun."
Now that was the final straw for Naruto.
The spiky-haired blonde let out a growl, enraged by the fact that the woman in front of him was still attempting to lie to him, to pretend, to keep secrets from him. She seemed amused as if this entire situation was a fucking joke.
This was not a joke to Naruto. None of it.
Not only did they promise not to keep secrets from one another, but they also promised not to keep secrets in the bedroom.
Throughout their sessions, Hinata never once appeared to be dissatisfied with the manner he pursued her. She always seemed so content.
However, it appears that a dark part of her has surfaced and has been subtly pleasing to him to recognize, care for, and alleviate.
Such a part of her yearns to be fucked hard and rough, to be covered in bruises and markings, and to be pushed past her limits again and again.
But she was far too prideful to admit it.
Naruto was going to change that.
He growled again before moving away, letting his cock fall from Hinata's face so he could grab a fistful of her hair.
"Alright, you wanna play games…"
Hinata giggled as she was compelled to crawl on her hands and knees along the bed, following the frustrated blonde from where he crossed the bed standing.
"Then let's play fucking games. I'm so sick of your shit."
The midnight blue-haired woman obediently crawled behind the muscular male by the hair, like a dog on a leash, so she was facing the mirror in the room; a component her clouded mind had completely forgotten about.
Hinata giggled once more, "Ooh yes, I love games." The midnight blue-haired woman teased, relishing the fact that she had succeeded in riling up her blonde subordinate.
He's such a hothead.
And, exactly as she had predicted, her body was thrown violently with the tug of her hair forward, with a strength that could only come from the emotion of wrath.
She collapsed on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, where she was then brought into direct contact with the mirror that was across the room.
Hinata was now completely in sync with the mirror's reflected splendor, exposed for all that she was.
The dark blue-haired woman's figure was displayed in the mirror on all fours on the edge of Naruto's bed, her long hair cascading down her hunched form to stick to every inch of her.
Her dark blue hair was a tangle, soiled by spit and sweat which stuck to her skin.
Even her face was soiled from the sloppy fun she had with her subordinate just moments before.
Her entire naked body, with its seductive curves and folds, was completely visible in the mirror shot; there was no mistaking or hiding it. All of her was unveiled, and she stared with widened eyes as she took in all of herself for the first time tonight from a totally different perspective.
A view from outside of herself.
Hinata felt her cheeks burn hot.
But as she caught movement in the mirror, her lavender eyes turned from her to the sexy blonde hunk looming behind her.
She observed the male through the mirror as he squatted down behind her arched backside, her gaze following the male as he knelt on the bed. She watched as his spiky blonde hair waffled back and forth in front of his darkening blue eyes, which she could clearly see were trained on her, and only her.
His look, no, his glare was so powerful, yet so tempting, she almost came right on the spot.
As he moved, his toned muscles contracted and compressed, and his abs tightened as he bent over to kneel.
The bed creaked in relation, but Hinata knew such a creak of the bed was certainly not going to be the last.
She bit her lip.
But her concentration was broken when Naruto suddenly gave her ass a slap, just to follow it up with a yank of her hair again.
He grabbed a handful of her silky strands and yanked her back with a ferocious pull.
Hinata couldn't help but moan, finding this hot and bothered side of her sex partner so fucking sexy.
She was dripping so much, by how turned on Naruto was making her.
Naruto hummed along the side of her cheek, his fist grasping her hair with sufficient force to keep her upper body arched and plastered against his chest.
He drew his other hand down to finally touch her wet pussy. He rubbed it passionately, and Hinata sprung to life at the slightest jolt of pleasure given by his touch.
She couldn't stop herself from grinding her hips against his fingers.
Naruto nodded his head to the mirror before them, eyeing their reflection with murky blue eyes, "Mmm, I think it's about time you faced the truth, slut."
He stroked her pussy faster, in circular patterns, causing Hinata to moan. She did so while watching herself in the mirror, her every move captured and relayed in full.
Her cheeks were dominated by a red, rosy blush as a result of such a realization; an inevitable reaction.
Naruto chuckled, "Now I want you to watch as I fuck you. And when I do, I want you to face yourself in the mirror. I want you to see and accept the side of yourself that you strive so hard to hide."
Naruto leaned in close, snipping her ear lobe with his teeth. She winced.
"I want you to see what I see—how much of a dirty fucking girl you truly are."
Naruto's whisper voice was extremely husky, sending shivers up the woman's spine. She was beginning to tremble in desire, desperate for what was to come.
Her love juices poured profusely from her aching pussy at this point, drenching Naruto's fingers in all of her creamy fluids.
He cursed, lightly smacking her throbbing pussy lips with his palm, "You are such a filthy slut for being this wet. You really want my cock, don't you?"
Hinata shrugged, shaking her ass, "Mmm, I don't know, genius. What do you think?"
Hinata's snide comments were back once more. And just like previously, they managed to piss Naruto off.
He growled and threw Hinata forward, releasing her hair so she could land on her hands on the bed.
"Heh, still with the snarky comments, huh." Naruto moved his hands forth to grab a hold of her hips. He flung her hips up, forcing them against his groin until they were hip to hip.
"Tsk, you'll be singing another tune when I'm finished with you. I'll make sure of that."
Hinata bit down on the smile of anticipation that crossed her face, an expression of want for Naruto to ruin her completely. But unbeknownst to her, such a look was reflected in the mirror in front of her.
And Naruto caught it.
He smirked deviously at the display before he grabbed the base of his cock, and gripped the plump flesh of Hinata's left asscheek.
And for all the trouble Hinata was causing him tonight, he didn't even bother giving her a warning. He just entered her.
Naruto shoved his thick cock inside her pussy with a violent, brutal thrust that threw her forward, almost off the edge of the bed.
She screeched in surprise, her fingers gripping the life out of the bed sheets before her. She turned her head to glare, "You b-bastard. What d-d-do you think you're doing?" She snapped.
It was now Naruto's turn to roll his eyes.
He yanked her head forward with one hand, forcing her to stare at the mirror rather than at him.
"Oh, don't pretend you don't enjoy it. You can't pretend with me, senpai."
It was only after that, was Hinata greeted with an entirely different experience.
A different kind of fucking.
Hinata found herself vulnerable, naked, and powerless to hide her moans or expressions as she reveled in another kink while being viciously taken from behind in a furious manner.
Naruto's thrusts were not nice at all. They charged at her with full force, slamming against her ass where his massive cock filled her to the brim in less than a millisecond.
There were no breaks. No warnings. No sense of regret…
Absolutely nothing.
Hinata was treated to the fucking of a lifetime, and she had the privilege of witnessing it all through the mirror in front of her.
She watched as her body wobbled like a rag doll in Naruto's grip, her lips opening to unleash high-pitched moans and screams, noises she usually toned out, but now that she was actually witnessing herself moan…
That's all she could think about.
Her own moans, like a broken record, filled her ears, as did the smacking of her breasts as they wobbled in a frenzy. They struck her torso with force, her nipples hardened and perky, a detail visible even in the mirror in front of her.
Her hair was completely messy and untamed, falling down her shoulders and over her facial features, features which revealed how good she felt.
Her lavender eyes rolled continually, her lips gaping, and her tongue protruding from behind her lips.
To deal with such intense pleasure, her teeth even gritted at times.
Hinata took note of every love face she displayed through the glossy lens of her lavender eyes. She watched her make the most unappealing facial expressions as she was fucked from behind, gripped tight, and totally defiled.
She truly looked like a slut.
Her body jolted when she felt a slap strike her ass from behind.
Naruto slammed into her backside once more, seemingly destroying her spine with the force of his impact, "You like that? You like how hard I'm fucking you, don't you?"
Another slap.
Another jolt.
Naruto spared a glance at the mirror as well, and he chuckled to find Hinata's facial expressions answering his questions.
He chuckled, before racing his fingertips along her backside, leaving thin scratches on her pale skin, "Heh, that mirror seems to be spilling all of your secrets, senpai."
"Sh-Shut up." Hinata spat, whimpering under her breath as she was given another thrust that shook her core, racing her forward. Her breath hitched.
Naruto laughed, quite amused, "Oh please, it's laughable you still try to hide. Mirror or no mirror, your eyes tell me all I need to know." The blonde male groaned, before racing his hands back down her backside to grip her hips tight.
He steadied her in her arched position as he raced his hips back and forth in a continuous motion, one of considerable speed and force.
"Those pretty fucking eyes of yours are the gateway to all the dirty little secrets you keep inside. Mmm, just like now."
Naruto nodded toward the mirror, putting the spotlight on the glistening orbs that gazed there too.
Such eyes of lavender sparked positively after every thrust the young woman was given, glowing and glistening like balls of light. The bliss in Hinata's lavender eyes was evident, a dead giveaway to what her pretty little heart felt deep inside.
She was enjoying herself.
Deeply.
Naruto chuckled before pulling his hand forward to grab a fist full of her hair yet again, yanking her back.
"You hide nothing. Just give up."
Hinata's moans began to grow louder and louder than before, a noticeable change.
Naruto's clutch on her long hair tipped her head back, submitting her to the cock that plunged in and out of her wet snatch.
She clenched her eyes shut as she felt Naruto's thick cock fill her to the brim with each thrust, working deeper and deeper inside her pussy.
But her action of closing her eyes did not go unnoticed or unpunished by Naruto, and she soon discovered his hand tightly grasping her head and jerkily directing her toward the mirror.
"Open your fucking eyes." She heard his gruff voice roar, causing her to do just that.
Open her eyes.
Naruto let out a frustrated curse, his blue eyes flashing in disapproval as he reconnected them with his senpai in the mirror. Hinata bit her lip nervously.
"Heh, look at that. You're still trying to hide aren't you?" He ridiculed her once more.
The blonde male gripped her head tighter, giving her bouncing ass a powerful smack, "Tsk, you wanna close your eyes, huh?" He cursed once more, "Alright, I got something for that ass."
And for her act of hiding once more, Naruto increased the harshness of his thrusts, making Hinata feel as if she were about to spring out of her own skin.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Hinata screamed at the top of her lungs, her toes curling as hard as they could against the bed.
She felt Naruto's cock completely manipulate her insides to its pleasure as he kept up with his powerful thrusts, bullying her walls, pestering her g-spot, and abusing her cervix.
She clearly received the message from her fuck buddy loud and clear.
She was his one and only bitch.
It was all too much. So much.
The pleasure Hinata felt was so intense that it nearly consumed her entire being, making it difficult for her to stay motionless.
Every part of her body, every nerve within her body, seemed to be awakened, causing her to buzz and tingle like she's never done before.
She wiggled around in a frenzy, her breathing and moans utterly uncontrollable.
As she was driven to the summit of her release with remarkable force, Hinata's moans came to a point where they grew out of control and she became a bit… unfiltered.
She whined, "Ooh yes!! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard!"
There it was.
That freak inside of her slowly coming to the surface.
Naruto felt a surge of pride in his chest as he witnessed his senpai finally voice her desires, expressing exactly what she wanted.
And of course, he did just that.
He fucked her hard.
He fucked her body as if she were nothing more than a sex toy, perfectly content to watch her wobble and shake about on her shaky hands and knees, struggling to keep her balance on the bed.
He fucked her hard, watching her asscheeks quiver like fluffy souffle and her stocking-clad legs quake from beneath her.
He fucked her hard to witness her breasts smack harder against her sexy form, producing even more noises to add to the heavy creak of the bed, the slap of their hips, and the moans and groans they both generated.
Naruto gave Hinata what she wanted, what she truly wanted.
And he didn't stop until she was screaming his name.
"Naruto-kun! Naruto-kun, oh kami, yes!!"
Naruto groaned in glee before moving his hand away from her head to grip her hair again. He gave it a tight yank, roughly abusing her body, "Oh fuck yeah, that's it. Scream. Show me how much of a dirty girl you are."
Hinata let out unconstrained babbling now that her thoughts were completely blurred by sex. She was so captivated by witnessing herself get fucked in the mirror from behind that she became completely disoriented by the circumstances at hand.
Her eyes rolled, her tongue once more burrowing out of her mouth to express a look of utter joy.
"Yes! I'm a dirty girl! I love being a dirty girl, N-Naruto-kun!"
Oh, there it fucking was.
Naruto's prize.
For a while now, he's suspected it; that Hinata was a freak in the sheets, that she's been yearning for more during their sex sessions. The look of yearning in her eyes was unmistakable, such a look even was expressed in public, at work.
A look of unsatisfaction.
A look like that infuriated Naruto to his very core. That particular look was what lingered in his memory, keeping him up at night and making him wonder if he was good enough to rightfully please his senpai.
It was that very look from Hinata that strove Naruto to want to figure out what she was hiding, what her heart was hiding.
And now, he has finally found it.
Naruto moaned in utter satisfaction, a weight lifting from his shoulders, "Oh yes, see that wasn't hard, right? Admitting the truth? Dropping the façade?"
"Oh kami, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for hiding, Naruto-kun! I-I-I-ooh!"
Naruto moved his other hand away from her hip to drag his fingernails along her backside again, watching as her pale skin burned red.
She cried out.
"Mmm, that's right. Apologize. You've put me through hell trying to drive such a secret out of you." Naruto's blue eyes darkened, "Now I want you to admit something else."
Naruto's hips started to slow down as a method to tease his sexy boss and gain what he desired.
Hinata's orgasm was rapidly intensifying, almost reaching a climax, but it was cut short when she felt the cock inside her begin to slow down, the speed at which it could successfully work her over.
She whined, shaking her ass, "Hey! Don't stop! I-I was about to c-cu-eeek!"
A shriek spilled from her lips as her hair was pulled back harshly, much stronger than before. Her hair strands protested as they were yanked against her scalp. The stinging she felt was simply too great to ignore.
She clutched the bed sheets firmly, tears welling up in her eyes at the pain.
Naruto hummed, "Mmm, I'll get back to fucking you, don't worry. But I wish to know something first."
"What! What is it?"
Naruto's crooked grin returned, "Tell me, dirty girl, who owns you? Who do you fucking belong to, huh?"
His question sent sparks of pleasure jolting through Hinata's body, enough to lure her back on her orgasm train.
She felt like cumming right then and there.
She chewed her lower lip, observing the satisfied expression on her sex-drunken face in the mirror in front of her.
She knew the answer to such a question. She always knew.
Hinata whimpered, "Y-You." The young woman whispered under her breath, so low Naruto was unable to hear it.
He yanked her hair again, slowing down his thrusting even further, "What was that? I didn't quite catch that."
"Y-You."
Another yank.
"Louder, slut."
"You!"
"Scream it! Own it, bitch."
"Oh kami. You!" Hinata screamed at the top of her lungs, "I belong to you, Naruto-kun! I'm your dirty girl!"
That was all it took for her to lose her restraint. Finally, she has unleashed the freak that's inside of her.
She's finally accepted it.
Hinata cried out in desperation, "Oh Naruto-kun, I have always been yours and I always will! Your cock is the only cock that will ever satisfy me, so please!"
Hinata turned her head to look at the blonde man with those stunning lavender eyes of hers. She gave him puppy dog eyes, another form of pleading to get what she wants.
Naruto certainly didn't stand a chance. He melted right on the spot.
"Please, fuck me. Please make your dirty slut cum. I want to cum so bad."
Hinata was no longer hiding. She was embracing her freaky side, committing to her fucked up desires. She was finally telling Naruto the truth about all the vices she was harboring, as he had always wanted.
Because of this, he felt their sexual bond grow stronger than ever before.
His blue eyes watched as the sexy woman in front of him sank even lower on the bed to prop up her ass for him.
Hinata wiggled her ass, side to side, relishing how the tip of his cock slammed back and forth against her pussy walls.
Naruto moaned, before gracing her a reward of pain, a reward of a massive slap to her asscheeks.
He brought both of his hands down to slap the shit out of both, watching as the spot he hit immediately turned a dark shade of red in response.
Hinata squealed, her body trembling violently against the bed, "Oh fuck!"
"Mmm, that's now more like it." Naruto praised, racking his fingernails down her asscheeks to further leave his markings on her.
Hinata hissed in pain.
"I just adore it when a woman is clear about what she wants and works to get it no matter what—like she fucking grabs that shit by the balls." Naruto chuckled amusingly, "I just fucking love that, it gets my dick so fucking hard."
"Mmm, then what are we waiting for, hm?" Hinata moaned before attempting to wiggle her ass yet again, but she winced when she felt the bruises and markings on her skin protest. She felt so numb.
But that didn't stop her.
She licked her lips, keeping eye contact with her fuck buddy, "Oh Naruto-kun, I promise you that if you get back to fucking me, I'll.."
Hinata bit her lower lip, searching deep within herself for a means to properly appease Naruto for the trouble she's caused him. She gasped.
She knew just the thing.
The young woman put up a smile, "I'll be sure to do everything in my power to make certain that you receive the raise you've been hoping for, hm?"
Hinata couldn't help but giggle as she felt Naruto's massaging of her ass come to a halt; in fact, all movement from him came to a halt.
He looked down at her in complete and utter shock, an expression she actually never saw him express before.
It was one of genuine emotion.
His eyes widened, his mouth gaped, and his body was completely frozen in place by her selfless offer.
Naruto gasped, his blonde hair falling over his eyes, "No fucking way. Y-Y-You'll-"
He paused to curse, "Holy shit, you'll do that for me?"
Hinata nodded, gracing Naruto with a genuine smile, one that took his breath away, "Of course, my lovely meshita. I'll give you what you want in exchange for treating me so good tonight, hm?" Hinata shrugged, "It's the least I could do."
Now that was like music to Naruto's ears.
He wasn't sure, though, if Hinata's altruistic offer was a bluff or a deception to get him to give her what she wanted. He wasn't even sure whether her offer was genuine; presumably, she was simply speaking out of her ass as a result of her fogged head.
Naruto wasn't sure if Hinata's responses were truthful, that she would keep her vow.
But he found himself trusting her wholeheartedly.
It was now his turn to smile at Hinata, finally free of the rage that had gripped him, to express his gratitude to his senpai.
He pulled his member out of Hinata for a split second so he could lower his head and drop a kiss on her right ass cheek to show his appreciation. He kept his gaze fixed on her own the entire time.
He watched as she moaned.
"Mmm, such a cheeky little slut you are."
He moved his head to give her left asscheek a kiss, "But thank you."
Finally, he drew his head forward and planted a messy kiss along the slit of her slightly gaping pussy. He opened her up with his thumbs in order to plant his kiss deep inside of her.
"Thank you so fucking much."
Hinata moaned in bliss, gripping the bed sheets tightly, "Mmm, fuck yes, baby."
Naruto also moaned, but he soon grew serious in both his gaze and tone, "I want you to know that you don't need to feel like you have to hide from me or avoid talking to me about your desires, my beautiful senpai." He whispered.
"Remember, I am here for your pleasure, and so I promise that anything you desire, whatever you need, I will make it my highest priority to fulfill as your meshita. And tonight's no exception."
Naruto sighed breathlessly, absorbing the satisfaction that crossed his boss's eyes.
Hinata cooed, her heart touched, "Oh, kami, thank you, my precious Naruto-kun." She reached back to caress his whiskered cheek with her fingers, running her hand up to delve it into his bushy hair, "What would I be without you?"
Naruto chuckled amusingly, shrugging, "Easy. Sex deprived and frustrated."
Hinata gasped before giving his head a playful nudge, "Oh shut up. You're so full of yourself, Naruto-kun."
Naruto couldn't help the laughs that rolled from his mouth before he pulled one hand up to grasp a hold of his boss's hand.
He caressed it gently, "I promise, Hinata-senpai, to give you everything you want and more tonight. I promise to fuck you like the whore that you are and make you cum more than you've ever done before."
After placing her hand back down on the bed, Naruto raised his head to conclude his many declarations.
He grasped his cock once more and grinned quite crookedly at her through his blonde bangs. Such a grin guaranteed her that all of her filthy little desires would be fulfilled.
Tonight, at this very moment.
Hinata couldn't help but cheer.
Naruto hummed, biting his lip, "Now, what do you say, senpai? Shall we have some real fun?"
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"Yes! Yes!!"
"Ooh, fuck yeah!"
The sound of the bed creaking was now a continuous song that lasted the entire night.
Now that they were free of the troubling feelings that had previously held them back, Naruto and Hinata were giving it their all to one another.
There were no constraints.
There were no hiding—no boundaries.
Undoubtedly, the two adults were relishing a type of enjoyment they had never known they needed. Such an unforgettable experience was one that they will remember for many days to come and vow to relive again and again.
The many groans that emanated from Naruto's lips were practically drowned out by Hinata's screams, due to how loud they were; traveling like shockwaves throughout his entire apartment.
The body of the blonde male lay flat on the bed, just inches from the edge. His body was still facing the mirror, same as his senpai, to give her complete control to ride him to her heart's content, grace him with her fantastic hip work, and satisfy the fetishes she had inside her head. At least for the time being.
Every time Hinata thrust those luscious asscheeks down onto Naruto's hips, enabling his thick cock to totally immerse inside of her lovely moist pussy where it was nearly suffocated by her tight, hot walls, Naruto moaned out.
However, her body was turned away from him, facing the mirror that was directly in front of them both. Now that Hinata was in front of such a mirror, she was accepting the fact that it highlighted how incredibly sinful she appeared.
She has accepted every part of herself. Both the good and the naughty.
Hinata gave the mirror sensual looks, displaying a newfound boldness as she moved her svelte frame up and down his shaft.
She rubbed her hands all over her body, beginning with her hair. She stroked her fingers through her silky hair, upsetting the strands, before preparing to journey down the remainder of her body.
She ran her fingers down her torso, across her curvaceous breasts and perky nipples, down her slender stomach, and finally to her clit to rub, all while producing pleasure for both of them.
All the while, Naruto held her moving hips firmly to keep her stable as she used them to utterly drive him insane. Every downward thrust of her hips felt like his body was being driven deeper and deeper into the bed, as if he were merely a nail in the grip of a hammer.
At this moment, his dick felt so fucking great that he became hooked on being worshiped and pampered by Hinata's pussy lips.
The spiky-haired man laughed gleefully as he observed his senpai in the mirror while extending his head, just savoring the immense fun she was having.
His widened legs trembled.
"Mmm, fuck yeah, you're enjoying that cock, aren't you, Hinata-senpai?" Naruto remarked, squinting his eyes and gaping his lips.
She delivered him another thrust, driving her hips in a downward swing with a loud smack.
His breath hitched, his abdominal muscles tensing up. With each deep stroke, Hinata's pussy gave his cock, the trembling in his body grew worse.
Naruto watched closely in the mirror as Hinata nodded her head back and forth, answering his questions both vigorously and unapologetically.
"Yes! I'm enjoying myself so much, N-Naruto-kun." Hinata's lavender eyes rolled, "Fuck, you're so deep inside of me—so deep inside my tight pink pussy." Hinata moaned fairly seductively, never stopping the bouncing of her hips for even a second.
She shared the same addiction as he did.
Hinata rode him like a whore, expertly manipulating her hips and working that pussy of hers in a way that would make any man fall in love.
But Naruto was conjuring up an idea.
He promised Hinata a night of her desires; a night of her fucking dreams.
And he was going to give it to her.
The spiky-haired blonde smiled crookedly before extending one hand to caress the slenderness of her back, watching her muscles twitch.
"Mmm, you think this is deep, eh?" Naruto scoffed, "I bet I could get deeper inside that pussy, and stir you up real nice."
"Yes! Please! Please give me more!"
Naruto laughed at Hinata's enthusiasm.
Ever since she has come in tune with her freaky nature, she has been even more vocal about her desires.
She's been screaming to destroy her and fuck her senseless all damn night, riding his dick like it's her last time.
Hinata must be rewarded.
Naruto's blue eyes gleamed naughtily as he extended his rising hand to catch Hinata's silky hair, encasing her dark strands in his fist.
He hummed, deep in his throat, "Alright then, get ready for me,"
Naruto propelled Hinata's body backward, allowing her to tumble toward his reclining frame.
The young woman gasped in surprise, but placed her hands behind herself to hold her body upright. Her hands smacked into the soft linens on either side of Naruto's head, preventing her body from collapsing entirely on top of him.
Naruto hummed before pulling his free hand down to give her thighs a slap, "Extend those fucking legs—show that mirror how deep I am inside you."
Hinata moaned in bliss, before obediently opening her legs wider, copying Naruto's legs.
"Good girl."
She was praised, which made her feel absolutely amazing. Her pussy too.
With her legs spread wide and her arms extended behind her, Hinata was now hovering above her subordinate's reclining body, giving the mirror a clear view of how far Naruto's cock was buried inside of her.
She watched as her pink pussy jerked profusely, dripping wet with creamy secretions, as it deepthroated all nine inches of Naruto's cock.
Just the sight before Hinata, almost made her cum.
Hinata's breath hitched, "Oh kami, that's so hot."
Naruto chuckled before moving his hands forward to grip her hips, "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, slut."
After those words, she was thrown back onto the kinky train, propelled into the air like a mere bouncing ball by the quick propel of Naruto's strong hips.
Hinata's screams emerged as soon as Naruto's hips began to move.
It was now his turn to take the lead, and he used his hips like no other, pumping them up and down like a jackhammer.
His hips smashed savagely into Hinata's hips, making a tremendous commotion in the room and further fogging Hinata's mind.
Hinata let out high-pitched screams, her eyes glossy as she peered back at them both in the mirror.
She was in total awe as the cock inside of her moved faster than she had ever imagined.
In and out. In and out.
Naruto's hunk of meat stabbed her insides in less than a millisecond, slipping out only to barge deep inside her pussy, forcing her to spill her goods.
Her love juices splattered everywhere, sullying her lower lips, her thighs, her stockings, and her legs.
But Hinata didn't care.
She loved the mess.
She loved the sight.
Hinata screamed out, "Oh yes, fuck me, Naruto-kun! Fuck me like the dirty whore I am!"
Her filthy comments spilled from her gaping lips with little restraint. Her mind was now in the clouds, without even a single switch in her head turning to bring her to reality.
No.
Hinata was in her fantasy world, a world where only Naruto, his cock, and pleasure roamed, a world she didn't want to leave anytime soon.
Her subordinate gave her another powerful thrust, a thrust so good she felt her stomach bulge. Her lavender eyes rolled to the back of her head in response.
"Ahh, holy shit! Your cock is so huge! You're soo deep inside me!"
Naruto laughed at the obscene remarks from his senpai's lips, completely relishing the sight of her enjoying herself.
He felt as if he were dreaming.
Hinata's magnificent body rolled back and forth against him, swaying like a real cowgirl as she took his cock balls deep, all made for such a beautiful moment for him.
It was a pleasure to witness.
He growled, "Mmm, that's it, tell me, senpai,"
He moved one hand away from her hip to give her breasts a smack, one on each side of her body, "Mmm, tell me how delighted you are that your dream has at last been fulfilled." Naruto cackled, "Tell me how much you love being fucked like a true whore."
The blonde male groaned long and deep as Hinata's pussy walls gripped him even tighter by his demand, desperately trying to milk him for everything he had.
Hinata screamed, breasts wobbling from Naruto's hits. Once more, she moved her hand forward to stroke her clit, increasing the pleasure for herself tenfold.
She was almost there again.
She screamed, furiously rocking her fingers back and forth along her throbbing clit, causing the sensitive bundle of nerves to wobble back and forth.
The additional pleasure that rushed through her body, along with the cock that pierced her core, was like a deluge of opiates.
She couldn't believe how amazing she felt.
And all the while, her gaze never drew away from the mirror. She wanted to witness all of it.
"Fuck yes, I love it! I love being fucked like a whore! I lo-ahh!" Hinata jolted, her stocking-clad legs trembling, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
"Then cum, bitch. Cum all over this dick."
Hinata could no longer stand a chance against the dick which hammered her, so mercilessly and ruthlessly. The cock's force penetrating her so quickly was unlike anything she'd ever felt.
She felt such a tremendous force in her stomach, as if her abdominal organs were being stabbed one by one.
She felt like she was being murdered, by pleasure, of course.
Hinata's eyes rolled for the thousandth time as she felt the temperature in her stomach rise and rise, becoming hotter than ever before.
The cord inside of her was on the verge of snapping, and it did, once she was given another merciless thrust deep in her gut.
She came everywhere.
Hinata screamed in delight, her fingers massaging her pussy lips close to Naruto's cock, as she witnessed herself squirt all over the place, spilling her contents all over Naruto's bedroom.
Not like he gave a fuck.
The blonde male wanted her to cum as much as possible, as much as her exquisite body could. He wanted to push her to her breaking point, to bring her to the point of no return, and even then, he wanted to screw her even more.
He wanted to drive her crazy, the same way she did him.
And he had just the thing to do it.
Naruto laughed in amusement, "Hah, I'm not through with you yet!" He roared before working his bulging arms forward to wrap them around her extended legs, more specifically underneath her thighs.
But he didn't stop there.
With her thighs wrapped in his hold, he brought his strong arms up Hinata's body, to roughly clasp his hands behind the back of her head.
Naruto's decision to alter their positions caused Hinata's lovely form to completely scrunch up. Her stocking-clad legs were forced to remain nicely spread out, and her knees were tucked in by her chest. Her hands repositioned themselves to firmly hold the sheets by Naruto's head, and she gripped them with all of her might.
Such a position was one of extreme penetration, the epitome of kinkiness, and it fully showcased Naruto's sexual expertise and strength.
A massive orgasm that seemed to rush at Hinata with full power overcame her as soon as Naruto started to thrust once more. Her essence practically sprayed out of her like a water hose, squirting all over the place.
Her legs flailed in the air, her toes curling above her head, as she was put through the wringer.
She had no choice but to take the cock that savagely pounded her insides now that she was secured in position, her body extended back, legs wide, and her head raised forth.
She had no choice but to witness herself in the mirror in such a submissive position, her body heavily contorted where it was forced to remain.
Hinata thought sex was amazing before, but now…
She couldn't bring one word to describe it.
She was in heaven.
Naruto stroked his cock with vigor and precision into her tight pussy, ensuring that all nine inches of him pierced her hole and spread her out tenfold with the deep drive of his hips. But his acts only served to grind more of Hinata's brain away.
"Ooh yes!!! You're stretching me out! You're stretching me-ahh!"
Hinata found herself utterly losing control of her facial features, losing control of herself as she reveled in the bizarre sex position Naruto had introduced her to.
She couldn't get enough of it. It was gloriously filthy. Right up her alley.
Hinata felt herself cum, again, and again, and again.
She practically drenched Naruto's bedsheets and his carpet with her cum, darkening the color of both.
Her neck ached from the grip Naruto had on her head, her stocking-clad legs trembling, begging for release. Even her arms ached by keeping position behind herself, buried in the sheets.
However, the cock inside of her persisted. It persisted in his determination to fuck her silly and in giving her everything she desired.
In such a lewd position, her g-spot experienced the most bullying. Every time Naruto thrust, she felt his tip strike that particularly delicate area deep inside of her, which just made her trembling worse.
Her lavender eyes crossed, her tongue shooting out of her mouth, "Yes, make me take it, Naruto-kun! Make me take it!" Hinata squealed, "Gahh, you're such a good boy for me, baby!"
"Fuck yeah! You're such a fucking slut, senpai, gripping me so tight. I can't get enough of your pussy; it's so fucking addicting."
With the push of his hips, he propelled his dick deep within her, causing his balls to smack her pussy lips in the process.
She came right on the spot.
"I'm cumming! Gahh! You're gonna make me squirt everywhere!"
"Yeah! Keep squirting! I'm gonna have you cumming all night."
Hinata screamed and spasmed tenfold in Naruto's grip, every part of her body quivering violently as she was assaulted by a tsunami of emotions all at once.
She was unable to think.
She was unable to breathe.
She was unable to control her own body.
Hinata was pushed to her breaking point over and over, in an unending cycle of cumming and screaming until her pussy was raw, her throat was sore, and every muscle in her body was exhausted.
She was, indeed, granted the night of her dreams, having cum more times than she had ever done in her entire life, and at the end of it all, she was left exhausted but satisfied.
Now, she was found completely covered by Naruto's brand-new bed linens, submerged in his warm arms as the night grew darker and darker.
She lay there, out of breath, and without a single grain of energy left inside of her, naked, and filled to the brim with cum.
Naruto's thick sperm continuously leaked out of her to spill all over his sheets, raising her body's temperature higher and higher.
Sweat covered every part of her pale body, as did numerous scratches, and bruises.
But even still, the smile on her face never faltered.
She turned her head to meet her blonde subordinate's gaze, her smile broadening to find he was already staring back at her, lost in thought.
His blue eyes were hooded but highlighted by an ocean of emotions as he stared at her as if she were the most beautiful creation in the world.
Hinata thought he was perfect as well.
Her blush returned and she pulled one hand from beneath the blankets to rub his whiskered cheeks. She rubbed his cheek back and forth and watched as he leaned into her touch, brushing his face against her own.
She sighed, unable to ignore the worry nagging her heart.
"Please." She whispered, "N-Naruto-kun, whatever you do, promise me you won't get tired of me."
Naruto's eyes widened as she spoke, her words coated in melancholy; a significant change in demeanor.
But he chuckled, believing merely that her remark was a joke and that it was nothing more than her sex brain talking.
"Oh senpai, stop talking such nonsense-"
"J-Just promise me!"
Hinata's voice grew louder, revealing the depths of emotion she was harboring.
She looked at him with those glistening lavender eyes of hers, a hot blush coloring her cheeks. But that pout of hers was evident, as was the melancholy in her eyes.
It was enough to convince Naruto that Hinata was dealing with another problem, one that she was determined to disclose to him.
It was an intangible representation of her determination to no longer conceal anything from him.
Naruto smiled faintly at that, moving his hand forward to caress her extended arm, rocking his fingers back and forth along her delicate flesh.
He wanted nothing more than to relieve her of her worries.
The blonde-haired male sighed, moving his legs underneath the blankets to brush against her own, "I promise, Hinata-senpai. I won't grow tired of you. Ever."
Hinata breathed a sigh of relief, a calmness washing over her by the deep timbre of his subordinates' voice lulling her worries away.
She never wanted Naruto to go.
Her faint smile widened, "I n-need you, N-Naruto-kun." She whispered breathlessly, which caused Naruto's heart to skip a beat.
He moved forward to give Hinata's cheek a gentle kiss, before moving towards her ear. He kissed there too.
He breathed lightly.
"And I need you, my beautiful senpai."
Hinata's lips curved into a soft smile, one of genuine delight and contentment. Naruto backed away from her ear to capture such a breathtaking smile, appreciating the knowledge that he had entirely appeased his senpai.
It was all he has ever wished for.
But the moment he began to move, his cheeks were seized once again, and he was given a passionate kiss, one that made him absolutely melt.
Hinata lavished her subordinate with a kiss of love and devotion which she put her whole heart into it. Such a kiss was meant as an expression of her deep gratitude for everything he has done for her, not only tonight but over the entire time they have known one another.
It was a powerful kiss that marked the end of their initial amorous promise but also prompted a change in their relationship.
The kiss marked a brand-new…
beginning.
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Notes:
A.N.
Whew! Wasn't this one deliciously filthy, both in terms of dialogue and content? 🥵🖤
It's been a while since I posted, maybe two weeks, so I wanted to ramp up the heat for my comeback. I took a much-needed summer vacation, and I used that time to relax and take a break from writing.
But now I'm back, and I'd want to point out that I purposefully went overboard on the naughtiness factor with this specific one-shot, hehe. Dialogue and all!
I just couldn't help myself with this one, sorry! I'm not sure how you all put up with me. 😂😂
This chapter went on a little longer than I had anticipated, but I'm eager to hear your thoughts!
Which part of the story did you find the hottest? Which part, in your opinion, was the most wild? *ahem* the full nelson part, lol.
But, in any case, please share your thoughts. Don't forget to comment and leave kudos, and if you have any requests, please let me know!
Take care, as always! I'll be back to updating as soon as possible!
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 11: ❦Domination❦
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Hinata Uzumaki, ever the dutiful wife, was given only one simple order from her dominant spouse, Naruto Uzumaki.But this time, she decided it would be more fun to ignore him and his demanding orders, and succumb to her own naughty desires. A decision that will cost her dearly.
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Notes:
Mind the tags. Mind the warnings. You are not obligated to read if you do not like what's listed.
Read at your own risk.
Don't forget to comment and leave kudos. 🖤🤍
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Aggression • Alcohol Beverages • Alcohol Use • Anal Sex • Anal Play • Anal Plug • BDSM • Body Worship • Choking • Claiming • Cock Worship • Come-Marking • Control • Controlling Husband • Controlled Relationship • Daddy Kink • Defilement • Deliciously Filthy • Dirty Talk • Dom/Sub • Dominance • Double Penetration • Dressing-Up • Drunk Sex • Edgeplay • Extreme • Freaky • Free Use Kink • Frottage • Gags • Groping • Hair Pulling • Husband/Wife • Intense • Kink Exploration • Lubrication • Masochism • Mention Of Aftercare • Messy • Modern AU • Multiple Orgasms • NSFW • Obsession • Orders • Orgasm Denial • Overstimulation • Ownership • Pain Kink • Panties • Possession • Power Play • Punishment • Pussy Worship • Rough Sex • S&M • Sadism • Sexual Asphyxiation • Sexual Threats • Sex Toys • Size Difference Kink • Slapping • Smutty Clothing • Sneaky Wife • Spit Kink • Submissive • Teasing • Unprotected Sex • Vaginal Sex •
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Domination
"Now, darling, be a good girl and wait for me."
"Wait until daddy gets home, yeah?"
As though obtaining a long-forgotten memory, Hinata was again startled by the remembrance of the parting words her husband, Naruto, delivered to her just before he left for work.
She hadn't even contemplated such an order, only until she departed her best friend's vehicle and stumbled into the darkness of the night upon the welcome mat of her home.
Once more, Hinata remembered her husband's initial command for her to remain idle in the home they shared until he returned from work.
She recalled the joy on his whiskered face as he gave her such an order while gazing at her with such tenderness. She remembered the way his stunning blue eyes twinkled with confidence. Confidence, not in himself, but in her, because he knew, without a doubt, that she would obey his command like the wonderful wife she was.
She recalled the passionate kiss he offered her and the teasing pinch he gave her cheek before he left her side to head into the streets of Tokyo; to return to work to take care of them both.
Despite the fogginess of her own mind and the fact that it has been hours since that recollection was last fresh in her mind, the young woman has finally recalled her dear Naruto-kun's order.
Initially, it wasn't the first time in their relationship that her spouse had given her orders; in fact, it was a common occurrence.
It wasn't hard to see when the two were in public who wore the pants in the relationship. It wasn't at all difficult to tell which of the two (symbolically) held the leash in their relationship and who was kept on it.
It just took a quick glance at the couple to see what kind of freaky deaky show they were putting on.
Hinata must admit that her marriage to her spouse was very different. It was certainly not like the ordinary few.
Some might believe their relationship or even the unspoken rules they adhered to was strange or even concerning but for them, the dominant and submissive overtones of their relationship were like yin and yang.
A perfect match.
Such elements of their relationship were enjoyed by both Naruto and Hinata; in fact, they were even cherished.
Their relationship was simple, in their views.
Hinata, as the submissive figure in the relationship, does as she is told by her dominant spouse.
She prioritizes meeting her husband's needs, whether it's filling his stomach with home-cooked meals, keeping him company with long discussions and cuddles, or gratifying the meaty monster that rests between his legs with the entirety of her body.
Every single one of her dominant husband's demands had to be complied with, regardless of the time, location, or circumstance.
And typically, that would be the case.
Naruto, as the dominant figure in the relationship, always praises Hinata for her obedience and unwavering devotion.
As a token of appreciation for everything she does for him, he makes sure to constantly shower her with flattery, heartwarming kisses and pats on the head, plenty of gifts, thoughtful dates, and mind-blowing pleasure between her legs, hell all over her body.
Furthermore, they both look after one another by satisfying each other's human needs and providing the elements their hearts yearn for.
They fill such voids with a plethora of intimacy components, and as a result, they are made complete.
Usually, Hinata was quite the angel.
When it came to obedience, she was practically a pro. She made being a submissive appear effortless. She made letting someone else control her life look immensely appealing.
She always found it easy to obey orders that would normally be perplexing to most people, or ones that would be seen as weird or demeaning, or just generally go against one's basic needs and preferences.
But it was easy for her because she loves her husband with the entirety of her heart and soul. She loved him more than anyone on the entire planet.
As a result, she could withstand whatever her husband threw at her.
Hinata was always a good girl.
Well, maybe not always.
Because even she couldn't stop being a little mischievous from time to time and thus veering from the few instructions her husband would give her.
She occasionally, just a handful of times, found herself embracing a naughty side of herself that yearned to stir up the bees' nest and have a little fun with her spouse.
Hinata discovered a new guilty pleasure in teasing her dominant husband.
Perhaps that is why she decided to ignore the order Naruto gave her before he departed.
Perhaps that's what motivated her to get dressed up in an outfit that her husband would undoubtedly disapprove of, phone her adult friends—whom he would undoubtedly disapprove of—and go out to a nightclub to party.
All of which he would undoubtedly disapprove of .
Maybe that's why she drank more than usual, danced her ass off on bar tables and couches, and generally behaved recklessly with her girlfriends, only to sneak back home late at night.
Well... perhaps.
Or maybe, Hinata was looking for a challenge. Maybe, she wanted to see whether she could get away with her nightly acts of rebellion.
She was confident she could.
Oh yes, she could, without a doubt, hide such acts from her big bad hubby.
Her confidence was flawed, she knew, and it was probably due to the alcohol in her system because her chances of concealing her nighttime activities were almost nil given the late hour.
It was hella late.
It was...two a.m., and Hinata had a strange suspicion that her grouchy blonde-haired husband was either on his way home from work or was already home.
And if he's already home...
Hinata gulped.
It was definitely going to be her ass.
Surprisingly, her highly intoxicated body was flooded with mixed emotions, a delicious buzz, and other sensations that caused the woman to wriggle in place, undisturbed by her terrible state of affairs.
She fumbled with her keys continuously in the pitch-black night, crouching like a monkey in front of her home's door after dropping the keys she was holding just seconds earlier.
She was a mess, she knew that.
Her lavender eyes were obscured by the effects of the alcohol she had consumed, making them both hooded and murky.
'I've only had a few drinks...I think.' She thought to herself in the midst of her key searching.
Wait...
Hinata briefly stopped her frantic movements to calculate in her head the precise number of drinks she had sipped throughout the party she had attended, but ultimately...
She failed.
Hinata shrugged it off. She resumed searching through her keys once more.
She may not be aware of the exact amount of alcohol she has consumed, but she had a reasonable explanation for it.
'It was all Sakura and Ino's fault.' Hinata mentally allocated blame to her friends, blaming them for her excessive drinking and reckless behavior.
She bit her lip to hold back her grin.
She does, however, have to admit that given the level of alcohol in her system at the moment, she was definitely feeling the effects and paying dearly for them.
She couldn't find her damn house key to save her life.
The jingle jangle of the keys in her grasp rang out far and wide as she frantically sifted through them.
Hinata cursed to herself, "Damnit, where is it?" She whispered in a fit of frustration.
She took a stand on her wobbly heels, in hopes of achieving her goal better. But she was still making little progress, especially considering how shaky her fingers were and how dreadfully dark it was outside.
Hinata couldn't see a damn thing!
Shoot, she totally forgot to turn on the porch light before she left.
Hinata scoffed to herself.
Once again, she blames her friends, particularly Ino, for her hasty exit from her house.
She could hear her now.
"Oh my gosh! That party was fucking epic! You need to come with us more, Hinata-chan! Get out of the house! Get drunk! Get naughty!"
Hinata thought of her rambunctious blonde-haired friend and couldn't help but giggle.
She can't dispute that Ino is the type of person who truly grasps how to have fun, and Sakura is the type who can drive anyone out of their comfort zone and help them get the most out of the moment.
Hinata can't deny how much fun it was to spend time with them both, but she also can't deny that by having such fun, she was definitely paying for it.
Her head was spinning.
Her train of thinking was abruptly disrupted once she flipped to a gold falcon key on her purple keychain, one that she instantly recognized as it was the one she was hunting for.
'Yes!' She exclaimed in her mind, happy, no doubt.
The young woman cheered before bringing the key forth to open the door. It took her a few more seconds to find the hole in the key's doorknob before she inserted the key, twisted it, and eventually entered.
Hinata wasted no time scurrying into her home, escaping the dark abyss of the early morning outdoors to seek refuge within.
She shut the front door carefully behind her, extremely quietly, so there were no creaks or squeaks made.
The midnight blue-haired woman was quite effective in her efforts to remain as quiet as possible in order to avoid making any noises, and perhaps alert the blonde male who might be present inside this very residence.
And after the door was fully closed, Hinata secured the lock.
Only a subtle click was made, a noise that flooded the first portion of her home, but it was not anything to be concerned about in Hinata's eyes.
The midnight blue-haired woman sighed, placing her keys into her fashion purse, which was slung sloppily over her arm.
She had no idea where she had acquired such skill or luck. She was like a ninja, stealthily and deftly sneaking her way into the quiet spaces of her home without being detected.
At this rate, she'll be able to successfully dupe her husband and keep her little nightly getaway hidden.
But after only two steps ahead, she couldn't help but notice some intriguing elements.
The entire home was strangely silent. Not only that, but it was pitch black, precisely as she had left it, with no lights turned on and all electronics turned off.
There were no noises of movement or any other indication that anyone else was inside the house at this time, and it seemed there hadn't been for a while.
Such a revelation caused Hinata to feel a big buzz that was even more delightful, prompting relief to well up in her chest and take control of her entire being.
And with that being said, she practically skipped, well, stumbled to her bedroom, handbag in hand, and her stilettos clinging onto her feet for dear life.
But she didn't care.
'Yes, my husband's not home!' She rejoiced in her head as she strolled into the master bedroom, past the ajar door.
The bedroom was extremely dark, seemingly darker than the living room and the hallway she had to walk through to get there. The blackness seemed to pour out of the space like smoke, engulfing her entire being.
Hinata blinked rapidly in an effort to see her surroundings, but it was futile; the darkness only prevailed.
She couldn't see a damn thing.
With a sigh, she entered the dark space and blindly slid her fingers against the wall in search of the light switch she knew was there.
A smile lit up her features.
She found it.
Without waiting for a second, she flipped the switch to turn on the lights, thus allowing a flood of illumination to pour from the chandelier overhead and fill the entire space.
She felt a tinge of happiness as a result of being given the chance to see clearly once more.
But such happiness was short-lived.
Her body was drained of all happiness as she took the decision to look around the entire room, inspecting every nook and crevice of it, only to have her lavender eyes settle on rage-filled eyes of blue.
A sight that scared her shitless.
"O-Oh my kami!" Hinata shrieked, her voice growing extremely high-pitched.
She jumped in fright as she finally noticed the other individual who was occupying the room with her.
An individual that was there, the entire time, totally unbeknownst to her.
An individual that had been hiding in the darkness of the bedroom, with the intention of surprising Hinata as soon as she turned on the lights.
He was here.
He's been here.
Her husband, Naruto.
At the sight of her husband now before her, Hinata's trembling body retreated—driven by an unpleasant awakening for which she was undoubtedly unprepared.
She took a few steps back, but while she was doing so, she unintentionally dropped her purse, which clattered to the ground where everything inside scattered at her feet.
Her body ultimately crashed into her bedroom wall, sending a stir through the pleasantly designed space made of white, grey, and silver.
But that was easily ignored.
Hinata stood stiff, unable to move due to fear. She stared, tears welling in her eyes, at the blonde male who was seated in one of the room's comfort sofas.
Her breath hitched. She couldn't believe her eyes.
Yet, it was because of her intoxication that prevented her from noticing Naruto's car parked in the driveway.
Oops.
Naruto sat there, strangely calm amid the presence of the present fireplace, which was currently shut off.
His gaze rooted on her and only her.
Hinata noted that he wore the same clothing he wore to work, seemingly unbothered to remove them: a corduroy black shirt, black khakis, and matching formal loafers.
His appearance, though, had changed from neat and tidy to gruff and disheveled. His blonde, spiky hair was completely ruffled, his shirt was unbuttoned by the neck, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and his entire posture was hunched over in the seat.
His broad bulk moved subtly as he continuously whipped his head back to guzzle several glasses of alcohol from his cup.
Hinata's lips quivered as she shifted her gaze to the tall bottle of whiskey on the end table beside his extended legs. There, she saw the tall bottle was merely halfway full.
She gulped, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach.
Things were surely not looking good for her.
The amount of rage and disappointment that her husband felt at this very moment was palpable, radiating from his very being and spreading to every corner of the room like wildfire.
Hinata could almost taste it, driving her body to cower. She felt such intense shivers of fear that she was unable to control the trembling in her legs.
Hinata felt like she was being suffocated by the tension in the room. Such tension was so great that it was almost unbearable. Her very breath, her courage, and ultimately her jolly mood were all but stripped away, leaving her practically speechless.
Her excitement and desire to tease her husband were completely gone, nearly vanishing from her brain. She was reduced to nothing more than a pool of regret at this point, with no choice left but to beg her husband's mercy.
But she knew better.
She was caught.
And as a result of her disobedience, she would suffer the consequences.
Her heart accelerated at the realization, the miserable organ thudding against her chest, filling her ears with a rhythm of dread.
"I-I-I'm sorry." She muttered involuntarily as she was drawn back into her husband's dark blue gaze. Such an act of apologizing was not premeditated, but rather an act of fear that her brain seemed to determine on its own.
Such an apology seemed to spring from her lips in a desperate attempt to quell the rage that she knew was boiling inside her husband's body. Such an apology was made in an attempt to silence all of the adverse thoughts that were racing through his mind at this very moment.
"Please forgive m-"
"Shh."
Her husband finally spoke.
Naruto finally acknowledged her presence but merely with a subtle breath that slipped from his slightly gaping lips, used to silence the very pleads even she knew were pointless.
The mere sound of his voice stifling her speech sent shivers down her spine. She shuddered once more, frightened of what he would say, fearful of what he would do.
Hinata kept a careful eye on him, particularly his every move.
His movement to place his empty glass cup on the end table next to the whiskey bottle was followed by her lavender eyes. At that point, she became aware of his clenched hands and the numerous veins that protruded against his skin, snaking like channels beneath it.
With a gentle thud, he set his beverage glass down. He cast a covert peek at something on the end table before he cleared his throat.
"Where were you?"
Such a question from him was unexpected, nearly catching Hinata off guard. Her breath hitched so loudly that she knew her husband could hear it.
Her heartbeat quickened. She honestly believed she was going to suffer a heart attack and die right on the bedroom floor.
Hinata swallowed nervously, "I-I-I was-"
"No." Naruto dismissed his previous query with a rapid shake of his head, "Fuck that question. Answer me this."
He shifted in his seat so that he was set to face Hinata's position against the bedroom wall perpendicular to him.
The spiky-haired blonde seethed to the point that his nose flared. Gradually, he was losing his composure, losing control of the reins of his restraint.
"Where did you go that was so fucking important that you decided to defy my order, huh?"
Hinata whimpered, wanting nothing more than to lie. She genuinely lacked the courage to tell Naruto the truth—that she willfully disobeyed his command to stay at home in favor of going out to a party with her friends, dancing, and getting completely wasted.
'I-I can't possibly tell him that.' Hinata exclaimed in a panic, unable to decide what was best for her to do.
However, the clock was ticking.
And Naruto's rage was boiling over.
The blonde-haired man growled as he observed his wife trembling in front of him, her scarlet glossed lips moving steadily, open and closed without uttering a sound. She was giving him nothing but silence and stuttering nonsense.
It was that very act that made Naruto even angrier.
He cursed, "Alright, let's try this again."
Naruto asked her his question again. He cleared his throat again.
"Where did you go?
"I-I-I-"
"Why the fuck were you not answering your phone?" Naruto snapped with narrowed eyes, his head rooted in her direction, as he unleashed all of his rage on her, casting her in the forefront of his attention.
Hinata whimpered, precisely recalling the memory of Naruto calling her during her secret getaway.
Sixteen times.
And she sent each one to voicemail.
Oops.
The harsh method Naruto was making her recall the many recollections of her naughty deeds, and the deliberate teasing endeavors she granted him, weren't helping her cause.
Hinata felt like an idiot.
She wanted to disappear. She wished she could fade into the wall behind her and escape her husband's cold, unforgiving eyes. She yearned to escape the fixed attention he had on her.
She wished to be freed from the clutches of his disappointment and to once more be oblivious to the fact that her plan totally blew up in her face.
It was all fun and games before but now...
She's going to get it. She's really going to get it.
Her husband's shoulders were rigid, his body stiff, as he just stared at her, as if he, too, was in shock. Naruto stared at her as if she were a vivid dream, existing solely for the purpose of pestering him, and rendering him furious.
He racked his eyes from the very top of Hinata's head all the way down to her toes, and simply by looking at her clothed the way she was, he could damn well guess where she went.
It was fucking obvious.
But he wanted Hinata to tell him.
Naruto sneered, his nose wrinkling, "Hold the fuck up." He pointed at her, a look of disgust on his face.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" He scoffed, his rage growing out of control, "Where the fuck did you go? Where did you-"
He paused in his furious, rapid speech to briefly close his eyes, steady his breathing, and calm himself.
He let out a deep breath.
"Hinata-chan, you better start fucking talking right now. I gave you plenty of questions; you better pick one to answer right the fuck now."
"I-I-I went to a p-party w-with my friends."
Hinata virtually blurted out the truth, another involuntary deed. It wasn't intended; hell, she considered lying, but the fear that gripped her prevented her from doing so.
There. The truth was out.
But it certainly didn't make her feel better.
Her stomach flipped flopped at the mere sight of Naruto's whiskered face scrunching up in scorn. His eyes flared with disappointment once more, and the look he gave her in response to her remark was unlike any other occasion he's grown angry with her.
He was pissed.
The spiky-haired blonde bent over further in his chair and clasped his hands in front of him. He returned to study her body, his blue eyes darting up and down in a deadly slow manner.
"You went...to a party, dressed in that?"
His question came out of his mouth unusually slowly, as if he was having difficulty comprehending what was spoken to him, as if his brain was fighting to come up with words to say. He struggled to wrap his head around the situation.
To say Naruto was stunned would be an understatement; he was fucking flabbergasted. He couldn't believe his devoted wife would not only defy him, but also leave the house to attend a party...
dressed in that.
What Hinata was wearing at this very moment was an act of disobedience all on its own, a sight that has the potential to raise Naruto's blood pressure to dangerous levels.
It was so unlike her.
Hinata wore a skimpy black dress with matching black heels. But what made the dress absolutely revolting in Naruto's eyes was how tight the fabric was and how exposed she was as a result of it.
The fabric of such a dress clung to her like a second skin, gripping her for dear life. The material slithered down her hourglass figure and revealed every last bit of her.
But that was not the issue that enraged Naruto.
It was the fact that he was able to engage her bobbies in a fucking staring match.
The black, bodycon dress she was wearing encompasses wavy, oval-shaped cut-outs along its frame. Three gold chains ran vertically down the length of her body to join the exposing parts of her dress together.
Just along her torso was covered with such cutouts which exposed a great deal of her pale skin. The cutouts revealed every secret Hinata's body possessed, including the fact that she wasn't even sporting a bra.
No.
If not for the straps of the fabric that ran up her body and shoulders, hiding her nipples, her tits would have basically been hanging out of her dress.
What was presently visible, however, was the creamy roundness of her breasts pressed up against her torso.
Due to the placement of the circular cutouts to construct her provocative dress, portions of her stomach were visible. A gold chain was also on display to settle just above her exposed navel.
And to make matters worse for Naruto, the dress ended just above her thighs, allowing others—particularly men—to see more of his woman's body if she ever bent over.
No way.
No fucking way.
Naruto was practically enraged after thoroughly inspecting Hinata's body. The wrath he felt inside had reached a boiling point, almost too much to bear.
He had trouble staying still. He was unable to regulate his ragged breathing. He couldn't stop the very sinister thoughts from emerging in his mind—thoughts about what he would do to Hinata and the appropriate ways to punish her for her petty act of retaliation.
He observed as Hinata looked down at her outfit and rubbed her figure with one hand.
"I well... I thought my dress looked nice."
"Nice?"
Hinata simply said eight words, yet they were all it took to irritate Naruto like none other.
Never before in his life, have he ever felt so fucking offended.
'Is this woman serious?' Naruto snapped in his head, in total disbelief.
He blinked at her, utterly appalled, as she continued to examine her clothing with an unperturbed expression. Clearly, she didn't see anything wrong with her attire as she continuously ran her fingers along her curvaceous hips.
"I-I just wanted to feel sexy, Naruto-kun."
Once more, Naruto was confused.
"Wait, let me get this straight." Naruto paused his speech to tilt his head, his blonde bangs falling over his eyes briefly.
"You decided to wear that ridiculous dress, go to a party, and flaunt the curves that I fucking own to every horny fucker there just to feel sexy, huh?"
Hinata bit her lip. She knew that this was going to be Naruto's response to her dress. She knew.
She shook her head, "No, th-that's not-"
"You're aware that I own you, right?"
Such a question swept over the area like a lethal chill, engulfing Hinata in its icy grasp.
Her breath caught as she was once more engulfed in the icy blue irises of her husband's, which were obscured by a fog of rage and the murky aftereffects of the whiskey he had consumed just a short while earlier.
Naruto was trapped in his own world of wrath and betrayal, unable to register a word said to him or any explanation Hinata was to offer him. She knew she wouldn't be able to reach him or reason with him.
Not in his current state.
Hinata knew there was no way she could avoid punishment. She knew.
The midnight blue-haired woman gulped before answering his previous question, "Y-Yes. I'm aware." She whispered, acknowledging the fact that she was indeed owned by Naruto, only by him.
He nodded his head, "Mmm yes. And are you aware that I am the one in control of this relationship?"
Naruto tapped his foot on the floor, "Our relationship, hm?" He emphasized.
"Y-Yes." Hinata whispered once more.
While clicking his tongue, Naruto tightened the grasp on his hands in front of his slumped form.
"Hm."
That was the only thing he said before a deathly silence blanketed the room once more. Such silence was frightening, and it did not bode well for Hinata.
Her heart was pounding so loudly that she was certain the blonde male could hear it from a distance. She knew!
"Get over here, Hinata-chan."
Such a command was abrupt and harsh, tearing through clenched teeth, and delivered with such force that Hinata was whipped into action.
At this point, her unsteady legs took on a mind of their own, and she began to move without even a hint of hesitation.
She walked as best she could in her heels, fighting her intoxicated senses to avoid stumbling in front of the watchful gaze of her husband.
But she failed. Many times.
Hinata staggered left and right across the bedroom floor, like a controlled puppet, unable to get a firm grip on her own limbs.
She tried to disguise it. She tried to hide it.
But, Naruto noticed her state.
Never once pausing in his observation of her, he continued to watch her. He was able to read his submissive wife like a book, taking in every nuance of her, big and small.
After all, he knew her better than she knew herself.
Hinata was completely captivated by Naruto's blue eyes, as his very aura, darkened by his fury, darkened by his thoughts, spilled from his very body, ultimately having its way with her own.
His dark aura lured her in further and further until she was there in front of him, imprisoned in his grasp.
Without having to issue a single order, Naruto simply watched as Hinata pulled her body to a kneeling position in front of him, all on her own.
His gaze followed her as her height shrank until she was sitting on her folded knees, below his seated form. She looked up at him with those teary lavender eyes of hers, like a wounded poodle.
She shook her head with a pout, "Please f-forgive me, N-N-"
Naruto shushed her once more, before leaning close to her. He tutted the roof of his mouth, "Oh, Hinata-chan, Hinata-chan, Hinata-chan, you and I both know that your apologies never work. It's only wise to save them, and just accept your punishment, like a good little sub, hm?"
He carefully examined the lavender-eyed woman who was now kneeling in front of him, exactly where he wanted her to be. And immediately, he noticed his wife's intoxicated state.
He knew the whole time.
It was the sole reason he gave her the command to come to him. He wanted to put his suspicions to the test, and he was right.
Hinata was drunk.
Her lavender eyes had lost their brightness and were now veiled and dreary. She sported untidy, matted hair that was a knotted mess. The smell of alcohol alone was overpowering, permeating her clothes and breath like a vile perfume.
Naruto tutted his tongue once more before suddenly reaching one hand forth to roughly grab a fist full of her hair in his hold, an endeavor that surely scared the shit out of Hinata.
Her shocked gasps and pained whimpers were ignored as she was easily driven upright on her knees by her husband's fist on her midnight-blue hair.
With his other hand, he gripped her chin to keep her body still, just the way he wanted her. He watched as she wobbled on her knees, entirely unstable, given her current state.
A couple of her midnight blue hair managed to fall from his grip to drape down her dewy cheeks as well, tickling her.
His hand was both warm and large to the midnight blue-haired woman as it clasped, just along her chin. His entire hand seemed to envelop her face, sending warm sensations throughout her entire body only before settling in her groin.
Naruto was so rough with her, holding her hair and face tightly and dragging her body around like a rag doll, not a single trace of gentleness in his acts.
She shuddered in her husband's hold.
He began to move her head back and forth while he observed her and her refluxes. Her pupil-less eyes slowly followed him, not with the same alertness as they usually do, but they did. There was no mistake about that.
And all the while, he peered deeply into her eyes, deep into the depths of her soul.
Naruto clicked his tongue, "Brace yourself, love, your punishment is just about to begin." He acknowledged her, preparing her for what was to come.
Naruto halted in his speech to check in with the wide-eyed woman, listening as her breath hitched. He arched an eyebrow at the twinkle in her eye, finding such a detail quite intriguing.
"You remember your safe word?"
Hinata nodded.
That gesture was all Naruto needed to see before officially initiating Hinata's punishment.
The blonde male scoffed.
"Good."
That was all he said before surprising her with a slap across the face, a slap so harsh that the sound rang out into the room, spilling into the corridor.
Hinata screamed as a torrent of agonizing pain suddenly slammed into her face all at once, practically scorching her delicate skin.
The slap she received was stunning, nearly knocking her off her knees. She wobbled back and forth, but her husband's firm grip on her hair kept her upright.
Tears clung to her eyelids, forming to further cloud her vision. She knew such tears were only seconds away from releasing.
And they did, once she was given another slap across the face.
"Tsk, how naughty of you. Getting all wasted. If I didn't know any better, I would say you were begging to be punished, hm?" Naruto chuckled darkly.
He slapped her again, and he watched as her cheeks began to burn crimson, glowing in response to his harsh slaps.
"Hah! It's written all over your goddamn face."
After each blow, Hinata sobbed as her body swayed on her knees more and more. She was struck so hard that she was unable to remain motionless.
At this point, her body had a mind of its own, flailing and bobbing like an inflatable balloon.
However, Naruto only grew irritated by her steady movements, which pushed him deeper into the dark pit he was traversing in.
Naruto shook his head again before giving her a harsh nod, "Put your hands behind your fucking back."
Hinata obeyed the order snarled down at her shakily, her world in a daze from the numerous slaps she had already received. Her cheeks were burning so badly that it was difficult to move them or even feel them.
However, she did as her dominant husband had instructed and tucked her arms behind her backside.
Naruto snarled, "Seems you can follow fucking orders."
Hinata whimpered as she received another slap, but this time, she was unable to contain the moan that escaped her mouth. Her entire body was revitalized by the pain her domineering lover inflicted on her, awakening her delayed senses.
The sound of sharp smacks of flesh on flesh resounded throughout the room, like the intimidating crack of a whip, as Naruto unleashed his wrath on her. He continued to produce lashes along her cheeks with the back of his hand only until he was satisfied.
The act of slapping her directly in the face, hand to face, made her punishment more personal.
As frustrated as he was, Naruto made it his mission to reach her by whacking her repeatedly. He granted her markings that would remind her of his rage, along with the many mistakes she's made, even when she breathed.
However, the sensations that coursed through her body as a result of the slaps only resulted in a mixture of pleasure and pain for her.
Sensations that both aroused and surprised Hinata.
Naruto gritted his teeth, "You wanna disobey me?" He sneered, a nasty glint in his eyes, before violently rocking her head with the fist that clasped her hair.
"You wanna do shit without my permission?"
He gave her one last smack to emphasize his point, and Hinata almost came right on the spot, nothing but her love juices pouring out of her pussy to dampen her underwear, and eventually the floor underneath her.
"Oh k-kami." She moaned.
Naruto growled, his teeth clenched.
"Big fucking mistake."
When Naruto was done, Hinata's cheeks and neck were a flaming red, peppered with bright round marks that would doubtlessly emerge as bruises over time.
Hinata was left in her husband's grasp, a wobbly, sweaty mess. Her eyes hardly functioned, scarcely opening. Her hair became much more disheveled as it was clenched tightly in Naruto's hand, pulled by the roots.
She was conscious of the fact that was merely just a taste of what Naruto had in store for her tonight, but she couldn't help but feel a small sense of anticipation nonetheless.
Naruto laughed as he witnessed his wife panting and quivering, her face scarred by the marks he'd given her.
He laughed again before pushing her head aside and letting go of her hair. Hinata's situation was not made any better by Naruto's strong push, which caused her head to wobble around like a bobblehead.
Her eyesight was incredibly hazy, but she rapidly blinked the haze away, urgently attempting to keep her eyes on the blonde man in front of her.
But she squinted them once she noticed him pointing to something on the end table.
A bag?
Hinata blinked in confusion.
Naruto raised an eyebrow, "You see that bag there, hm?"
Hinata nodded slowly.
Naruto snickered, before extending his body over to reach for the brown bag. He grabbed it up with ease and placed it down in his lap, just where his extended legs were. But that's when Hinata also noticed something else.
Her lavender eyes caught sight of the big bulge in her husband's pants caused by his erect cock trapped inside—contained by the buckle of his belt and the zipper of his pants.
It seems he was enjoying punishing her a little too much.
Hinata bit her lip.
Naruto hummed, "While you were out partying, I bought something for you, sweetheart." He shrugged his shoulders, "Particularly to punish you with."
Hinata's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling on her knees as she witnessed her husband slide his hand into the mysterious paper bag before him.
The room was suddenly filled with the rustling and shuffle of paper, which gave Hinata shivers all over her body.
She observed her husband as he reached into the bag in an effort of grabbing the item that was concealed from her view, leaving her only to guess what was within.
What was her husband going to punish her with this time?
The blonde took the object out of the bag without hesitation, grasping it tightly in one hand.
He showed the toy to her kneeling figure. He revealed it to her in its entirety, smirking as she stared down at it, perplexed.
Hinata tilted her head as she examined the sex item resting on her husband's palm. She cast a quick glance up at him, "Wh-What is it?" She slurred.
Naruto's smile grew wider, ultimately becoming more lewd.
"It's a butt plug, darling."
Hinata almost choked on her own spit, "A-A butt what?"
Hinata examined the sex toy once more. The toy was entirely composed of metal and had an oddly formed exterior.
This "plug" had an egg-shaped penetrative component with a pointy tip, and a slender neck that led up to its handle, which appeared to be grippable.
There was a handle there, but it was in the shape of a heart, with an exquisite purple jewel inside that glistened in the light of the chandelier.
Although Hinata resisted admitting it, there was something alluring about the sex toy that truly captivated her. She did find the aesthetic of the sex toy to be rather suited to her taste, especially with the heart jewel in the color she favored.
Her bruised cheeks burned a darker shade of scarlet as she recalled that Naruto personally selected this precise toy for her.
Even when he was angry, he was still considerate of her preferences.
Naruto let out a chuckle as he observed the same intriguing twinkle in Hinata's eye as before, appearing as she inspected the toy he bought her.
He stowed the bag, which also contained a bottle of lubricant, on the floor, intending to be used later. He also moved the whiskey glass and cup off of the end table, to the floor as well, which Hinata thought was pretty odd.
Nevertheless, his attention was back on his wife in an excited effort to give her a closer look at the toy he purchased for her.
He placed the toy's metal butt on her face and watched as she flinched from how cold it was to her skin. But her eyes never wavered.
Her hooded eyes were fixed on him the entire time as he began to move the toy along her heated face.
"Mmm, I suppose it's time I punish that tight asshole of yours, hm? I know it's been begging for my attention lately."
Immediately after he said that, Hinata felt the referenced hole in her panties come to life and begin to throb. Ready to be used once more.
Hinata's eyes fluttered as she felt her husband begin to rush the metal butt plug along her chin, and up her left cheek.
More chills rushed down her spine.
Naruto's blonde eyebrows knitted together, "You disobey me..."
He traveled the toy further along her face.
"You go off to a fucking party without my permission."
Further.
"You wear this shitty dress."
Further.
"You ignore my calls, you get drunk, and you arrive home late."
The toy was stopped in its tracks by Naruto, who then glared at her, chilling her to the bone.
He clicked his tongue, "Yes, you will be punished severely. You must have forgotten how crucial it is to follow my orders."
He leaned closer, to run his tongue along her cheek. Hinata shuddered, the markings on her skin protesting.
"You must have forgotten what happens when you show off that sexy body of yours—when you flaunt off what daddy owns, yeah?"
Hinata's breath caught in her throat as her eyes were drawn to more of her handsome husband's features as he leaned closer to her ear. The aroma of the whiskey he drank earlier and the smell of his cool cologne invaded her nose, making her even more aroused.
Her pussy lips strained against her panties as she felt his hot breath close to her ear, his head plastered by her cheek.
He moaned softly.
"Mmm, let me remind you."
For Hinata, the next few seconds were a complete haze.
Hinata was kneeling one moment and on her feet, the next, plastered over the end table just a few paces away.
Her hands grasped the table firmly, her body bowed slightly to accommodate the enormous male hovering behind her, groping her ass through her clothing.
The toy Naruto once possessed was no longer in his grasp but instead placed on the end table within arm's reach, along with the bottle of lubrication he also bought.
In order to pull her back, he slid one hand across her throat, just tightly enough to disrupt her respiration flow. He pressed her ass against his crotch, leaning her body back so she was reclined against his broad chest.
Naruto turned her head roughly to claim her lips, kissing the entirety of her face just with his lips, like a famished animal.
He dominated the kiss with a deep moan, practically devouring her lips with the power of his own. He jerked his head in wild turns to intensify the kiss and claim every inch of her.
Hinata couldn't keep up.
The red lipstick she was wearing had no chance and smeared all over her lips, cheeks, and Naruto's lips. But he didn't seem to mind.
Saliva also dripped from her lips as her husband's sporadic tongue penetrated her mouth, which he virtually shoved down her throat.
She whimpered, her eyes drifting shut, too veiled by the various sensations that hit her to remain open.
Only when Hinata began to hyperventilate, Naruto ended the kiss, and instead graced her lips with rough smooshes that were also capable of taking her breath away.
Naruto gave his lips a rub with the back of his hand, to rid himself of the lipstick that stained them before surprising Hinata with a harsh smack to the ass.
Hinata's body jumped in his hold, her extended hands gripping the wooden end table for dear life.
"N-Naruto-kun." Hinata whined.
Naruto inhaled deeply into her ear, bending her voluptuous form just as he desired.
He began to dry hump her.
"You're mine, Hinata-chan." He whispered gruffly by her ear, before giving her ass a harsh squeeze, bundling up the fabric of her dress in his callous fingers. He pounded her roughly with his hips, holding her in place by the throat, so that she could take every last one of his thrusts.
Her breath hitched in response.
"I wanna hear you say it."
"I'm y-yours." Hinata whispered breathlessly with a nod, "I'm all yours, N-Naruto-kun."
Naruto hissed, "Tsk, how amusing. That seemed to slip your mind a few hours ago."
He leaned in closer, listening as the shakiness in her voice worsened.
"Or maybe it didn't."
Hinata's breathing changed rhythm and quickened as she felt her neck tilted slightly to connect with the blue eyes above her, blue eyes that stared so deeply into her own.
She couldn't stay still under her husband's intense gaze. She couldn't keep her desires from showing on her face as she listened to his words, which were the pinnacle of truth.
Naruto was on to her. There was no doubt about that.
Her cheeks flushed.
Naruto raised an eyebrow.
He paused his humping to confront Hinata directly.
He was indeed aware of something fishy going on. He could sense it from his wife's demeanor, by that intriguing twinkle that keeps showing up in her eye.
And now, he's finally discovered the answer.
The dominant male tilted his head, his spiky blonde bangs following, "Aww, I know what this is about." He paused to put up a playful pout, "Were you just trying to make daddy mad, hm, is that it, baby?"
Naruto's deep voice, so silky and warm, breathed against Hinata's face, and melted all the sense left in her body, rendering her to mere putty in his grip.
If it wasn't for the tight hold he had on her, she knew she would have totally collapsed.
Hinata nodded, revealing the truth once more, "Y-Yes, Daddy."
"Oh really now?"
"Yes, I w-wanted you to punish me, Daddy."
Hinata's secret, the entire cause for her reckless deeds, was now exposed in its utmost simplicity, never to be concealed again.
The young woman was no longer hesitant. She was now succumbing to her perverted impulses, revealing the underlying intent behind her acts. She couldn't hold it in anymore.
And after learning such a secret, Naruto was unable to control his urge to further put his hands on his wife.
She needs to be taught a lesson—that punishments were not meant to be enjoyed.
Naruto gave Hinata's ass another slap before he let go of her completely. He threw her forward, allowing her to fully bend over the end table.
"Oh what a dirty fucking slut you are, yearning for punishment."
He didn't even give the woman a chance to catch her breath before tugging her dress up, past her hips, to see what she was hiding from him beneath.
But what he saw underneath completely halted him in his tracks. His buttons were pressed once more, igniting his wrath.
"What the fuck is this shit?"
There, just before him, more of Hinata's teasing tactics were displayed, but all they managed to do was push the blonde to the brink of insanity. He wanted to claw his fucking hair out.
Hinata nervously bit her bottom lip as her entire bottom was exposed and left for her husband to thoroughly inspect.
There, a black thong was discovered buried right along her wet pussy lips, in the center of both of her creamy, round asscheeks.
Naruto couldn't believe his eyes. He stared in shock, his eyes so wide they appeared to almost spring from his head.
It was only then, did he recall once more the fact that Hinata had gone to a party, not just dressed in a provocative outfit but also completely exposed underneath; no bra, just a thong.
Naruto breathed deeply, angrily, the air flowing out of his flared nostrils.
For all that Hinata has done tonight, she was surely going to receive a punishment from Naruto that was beyond anything she had ever received before, driven over her limit again and again until she was begging for him to let up.
He'll make sure once he's done with her, she's pushed to a state of tears, begging for his mercy.
With a curse, he gave her right asscheek a harsh slap, a sound that rang out into the room quite abruptly.
Hinata whined, only to be hit on the ass again, exacerbating her convulsions.
He snatched her right leg and tossed it up on the table, where she balanced it with her heel.
He grasped her throat yet again.
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you, Hinata-chan..." Naruto slipped his fingers underneath the thin fabric of her thong, scooping it up, "wearing this shit, deliberately disobeying me, and craving to be punished." He hissed ominously.
"You're going to have to pay for it all."
Only then, did he give her thong a harsh pull upward.
The thong strained and stretched along the slit of her pussy lips, hitting all of the sensitive areas throughout her lower area that caused her to crumble. Her clit, pussy lips, her opening, and her asshole.
Everything.
Hinata shrieked in delight, her legs quivering from the erotic wedgie she was given, her heel clattering upon the table in an attempt to keep her upright.
"I'm going to make you regret everything you've done today, Hinata-chan."
Naruto drew in close, his hold on her thong and her throat tight. She let out a gasp as he yanked her thong away from her pussy lips and to the side, where it rested alongside her left asscheek.
This action provided him a clear view of her dripping wet cunt, which dripped its secretions all down her thighs and onto the floor.
Naruto suddenly gave Hinata's pussy a slap with the cup of his palm, causing her to scream. Strong tingles rushed through her entire body, reducing her to a shivering wreck in her husband's hold.
Naruto settled on rubbing her pussy in circular motions, "Mmm, I have to say, it feels great to be reacquainted with these naughty holes of yours." The horny blonde male drew his lips close, pressing them against her ear lobe, "It's all I've been thinking about all day."
He gave her pussy another rub and listened to his wife moaned in glee, "I couldn't wait to have my fun with both, your pretty pink pussy and your tight back door."
Hinata shuddered, her entire body flushing scarlet. Her husband's dirty talk always aroused her, whether he was degrading her or just simply talking, he had the ability to render her dripping wet and in need of his cock.
He certainly has a gift.
She sobbed as she felt the warm fingers that caressed her sopping wet private area climb upward, smearing her secretions everywhere in the process, in order to rub circles along her anus. But he couldn't help but point out how stimulated her pussy was.
Naruto snorted, listening to the way his wife's lower area talked to him, gushing and squelching.
"What a filthy whore of a wife I have, you're so goddamn wet. You're soaking the fucking floor."
He clutched her throat tighter, at the same he gave her pussy another smack.
Hinata whined.
"Apologize to me, slut, for your wet cunt sullying my floor."
Hinata couldn't see it, but the profuse outpouring of her thick, love juices had created a massive puddle of soiled mess beneath her body, coloring their bedroom's carpet floor darker.
She's never been so wet in her life. She was squirting all over the place.
Hinata bit her lip, "I'm s-sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry for getting your floor all w-wet." Hinata breathed out deeply, moaning her pleas to her dominant spouse.
Naruto smirked.
He surely approved.
He purred close to her ear, satisfied, but only a little, "Mmm, there she is, the good wife I know and love. Let's see whether you can compensate for your shit by accepting my toy, hm?" Naruto growled out, chuckling darkly in her ear, a sound that confirmed that her suffering will be assured.
Her pussy quivered. Her asshole throbbed.
She was ready for it.
And it surely came.
Naruto was quick about his next actions, first grabbing for the bottle of lubricant that was on the end table. He used the thick liquid to properly prepare her second hole, making sure to pour enough down the center of her asscheeks to fully coat her asshole and loosen the tightness there.
Hinata then watched with delight as her husband's hand rushed around her to grasp the buttplug that was also placed on the end table, his fingers gripping the heart-shaped handle.
He held it up to her murky eyes.
"Mmm, I think it's about time, don't you think?" Naruto gave the inside of her neck a kiss, "Time to see just how much that asshole of yours can really take, hm?"
Hinata released a shaky breath, loving the sound of that, "Y-Yes, please play with my ass, Daddy. Please, spread me wide!"
Her cries echoed far and wide, her extended leg trembling as it settled on the end table.
Given her current position, her pink, puckered asshole was in an excellent position to be observed. Naruto could see the entirety of Hinata's second hole and even tell how eager it was by the way it opened and closed its lips in the presence of its master.
Moaning next to Hinata, Naruto delighted in her cries. Naruto had no idea where his wife's naughty side had come from. The door to her soul was gradually opening up with each scream and beg she made, in which she revealed the full extent of her secret desires to him.
Naruto knew his wife was a freak, but witnessing the full extent of how naughty she could get gave him a whole new set of kinks.
He couldn't wait to have his way with her.
He felt his cock grow harder in his pants, straining and begging to be free.
But all in due time.
Because first...
The blonde male lowered the buttplug further so as to rub it along the entrance of her anus.
The metal of the buttplug was cold to the touch, causing Hinata to lurch up and hiss.
However, her anus delighted in the closeness of the buttplug and puckered in reaction, eagerly and voluntarily opening its lips for the new toy, to be filled again and again.
Hinata held her breath for it, waiting in anticipation. And she almost released right on the spot when it did come.
"Now take your punishment, like a good slut."
Naruto's words were indistinct to Hinata's ears as she felt Naruto finally insert the egg-shaped buttplug into her. Given the lube present, the buttplug glided in easily.
Hinata was hit with a completely mind-blowing experience, a sensation so addicting and raw, as the sex toy stretched her asshole to its limits, much like Naruto's cock did.
Wider and wider.
Her quiescent anus walls were completely disrupted, forcefully widening to acknowledge and ultimately accept the wide sex toy entering its heated depths.
The sensation of fullness was at an all-time high, engulfing Hinata and leaving her with a tight knot in her gut.
She couldn't keep the ugly grunts and groans from escaping her mouth. She began to wriggle in Naruto's grip.
"Nnngh...f-fuck yes!"
"Mmm, that's it, baby. Get it all in." Naruto moaned, inserting the buttplug all the way within her, revealing only the heart-shaped handle, gleaming and shining as a new adornment for her second hole.
Naruto slapped the buttplug, causing the toy to travel deeper within her and take her breath away. She was literally on the verge of cumming.
"Oh kamiii." Hinata moaned, gritting her teeth. She could hear her husband begin to boast.
"Oh fuck yeah! Your asshole took my toy so well. Spreading all fucking open. Hah!" Naruto exclaimed in glee.
"What an amusing revelation—witnessing how naughty of a slut my wife is, inside and out-"
"Y-Yes." Hinata breathed, her eyes fluttering closed, "I'm your n-naughty slut, Daddy. Do a-as you please with me-nya!"
Suddenly, she felt the buttplug viciously shoved out of her anus. Her anal muscles resisted, tightening their hold on the toy, but they were ultimately forced to relinquish control, letting go of the item with a loud, wet plop.
Her anus walls widened for a split second as it was liberated from the buttplug, delivering a burning sense of warmth to the pit of her gut.
Hinata couldn't contain her joy.
Especially when she felt the buttplug rush back into her anus to violate her insides once more.
Her lavender eyes crossed in glee and she mewled, practically drooling at the mouth as her anus was teased over and over again with the buttplug.
In and out. In and out.
The buttplug's body was wide, and it penetrated her in such a way that it proudly grounded its presence inside of her, making her feel tremendously full within.
The toy stretched her wide, cooled her insides, and reached deep inside, only to bulge her completely open by exiting her.
She was struggling to breathe. She was unable to stop squirming after each thrust she was given.
She was unable to think.
She was reminded once more that she was being punished by her husband for how rough and merciless he was with her during anal play.
He originally only gave her a small taste of what the buttplug felt like inside her before making it his mission to fully destroy her asshole and show it who's boss.
It was a drastic turn made so suddenly.
Hinata lied. She wasn't ready.
Many times, she yearned to cry out her safe word in order to put a stop to Naruto's deeds, but her naughty side kept her mouth shut.
She was continually at war with herself, all the while battling with pleasure that completely overwhelmed the senses.
Naruto snickered beside her ear, well knowing of his wife's condition. Her anus walls clutched his toy seemingly harder and tighter the more he probed her with it, requiring him to add more strength to pull it out of her.
The deep groans that came from his wife's mouth seemed to originate from the pit of her soul, expressing how absolutely amazing she felt to have her ass used and abused, forced to bear being spread open so forcefully and repeatedly.
Naruto smacked her asscheek, relishing the broken cry she made, before clutching her slid-over thong with his fist.
"Mmm, fuck yeah, you feel that?" Naruto thrust the toy inside of her, only to shoot it straight back out. He watched as her hole twitched and fluttered its lips as a result, only to be stuffed yet again.
Hinata screeched.
"Ooh fuck. I just love how my toy spreads you open so nicely. Your asshole is responding just the way I wanted it to." Naruto yanked on her thong, the fabric scraping Hinata's ass, leaving a burn mark. She hissed.
"It seems your asshole loves being stuffed."
Naruto shoved the toy out of her asshole again, and this time the knot in her stomach climbed to incredible heights, so extreme that she thought she was being burnt alive by lava, her pussy begging to be free of its secretions.
She was about to cum.
Hinata screamed up to the ceiling, "Oh kami! D-Daddy, your toy feels so good! It feels so good in my ass!"
Plop!
The toy was once again forcibly yanked out of her asshole. Nevertheless, as if caught in a vicious cycle, Hinata felt the toy merely slither its way back inside of her, only this time with a twist of its body, which made her eyes cross.
Her tongue slipped out of her mouth.
The pleasure was simply too much for her, and certainly too much for her ass. She was losing her mind.
Hinata screamed, "Oh f-fuck, I'm gonna c-cum! Please, may I cum, Daddy? May I-?" Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she let out a squeal when she felt the toy shoved out of her once more.
At this point, she could feel her anus wall gaping so wide that she knew her inner rosebud was present, throbbing and puckering. Her anus was burning hot as it sought to deal with the aftereffects of being prodded so harshly.
Naruto groaned, rubbing the toy in circles over her left asscheek, splattering the milky juices from her second hole all over her.
"You wish to cum, huh? Tsk, you've got some nerve."
After his eerie comment, there was an unsettling pause before Hinata once more heard her husband's voice.
"Tell me, why should I let you cum? You've pushed my buttons and had your fun, and now, here you are, begging me to grant you a reward such as cumming."
Hinata's heart began to race in response to the foreboding tone in her husband's voice.
His breath was so close to her ear that it made her body even hotter, and it didn't help that she could still feel those enormous hands of his playing with her body, grasping her so firmly and yet so good.
She felt tingles flow down her spine, and her pussy tingled even under current conditions.
"Why should I let a naughty whore like you cum, and further fuck up my floor, hm? "What makes you think you deserve it?"
Hinata flinched, her heel clattering on the end table from where it was propped up, clattering due to the terrible state of her body. She couldn't stop shaking.
She began to beg.
"Pl-Please, Daddy. Please, I'm begging you, please allow me t-to cum. I'll be your good girl again. I promise."
"Empty fucking words."
"N-No, no! I mean it, Daddy! N-No more sneaking out. No more teasing you. I-I won't do any of it, so just please!"
Hinata raised one delicate hand to grasp the hand that still had a solid grip on her throat, not too tight to cut off oxygen but firm enough to keep her immobile.
She gently caressed it, sliding her fingers over her husband's calloused skin. She sighed as she felt Naruto receive the memo and relax his grip on her neck.
She turned her head to look back at her handsome hunk of a husband, frowning at the sight of his tanned face contorted with frustration.
She reached for him and caressed his whiskered cheek, racing her fingers ever so softly across his skin, as she usually does with his body.
So gentle. So delicate.
"Please." She pleaded while beggingly gazing into the blue eyes that returned her gaze. She extended her hand upward and began to stroke his blonde, spiky hair, running her fingers through his shaggy strands.
She watched as he relaxed, leaning into her touch with a sigh.
"Please, Daddy. From now on, I'll behave myself. Please, I-I can prove to you that I deserve your mercy."
Hinata's voice was soft and soothing, in stark contrast to her husband's aggressive and booming voice.
She defended her claims with a wholesome smile on her face, her lavender eyes glinting with candor, in an attempt to reduce her husband's fury to some degree.
It was often during these times with Hinata that Naruto couldn't force himself to resist her. He loved his wife, adored every perfect inch of her, and hearing her voice speak such delicacies, such promises while gently touching his heated body brought him to his knees.
He found himself letting up a tiny bit.
Naruto rolled his blue eyes, before nodding his head, "Fine. But you gotta prove it to me, Hinata-chan."
"I will! I will, Daddy."
"Now that's my good girl."
Only then, was Hinata granted what she craved.
The fast rush of the buttplug in her anus, the speed from before intensified, just enough to send her squirting all over the place, screaming at the top of her lungs.
She knew that was the first of many times she would be cumming tonight.
If her husband lets her, of course.
Naruto grumbled before opting to maintain his sexy toy within Hinata in order to keep her nice and full even after she came.
He then grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled her back, "Now, don't assume that by letting you cum, you're off the hook. I made a promise to you, Hinata-chan."
The midnight blue-haired woman blinked through the thick haze that obscured her eyesight, permanent stars rooted all over the place, preventing her from functioning normally. Even worse, she experienced a sense of dizziness.
She couldn't recover fast enough.
But even through it all, she faintly heard the huskiness of her husband's voice.
"Remember, I promise to give you exactly what you deserve, a punishment unlike any other I've ever given you."
Naruto chuckled darkly.
"I'm going to fuck you, until there's nothing left to fuck."
And it was only after those chilling words that she was shown an entirely different side of her husband. She was shown the full force of his words, with all of the dark promises he made to her being fulfilled in full.
Naruto gratified his evil thoughts by giving in to the dark side of himself where she knew he was capable of whipping her body into shape, to indeed punish her just as he promised. Punishing her until she was in tears, exhausted, and a complete mess.
But she wanted it above all else.
And she was going to get it— Naruto would make certain of that.
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To Hinata, the remainder of the night/morning was a total blur.
It didn't help that she was still intoxicated from the alcohol she had consumed a few hours before, locked in a pleasure high, and utterly at the mercy of her husband.
Naruto wasn't lying when he said he would punish her unlike any time before. He let go of all restraints and came at her with all his might, permitting her to a freak show of a night; a totally new side of sex.
Naruto had no mercy for her, and his actions underlined why it was critical to obey his every command.
All of that arranged in a package and thrown at Hinata in such a powerful, jolting fashion made her realize she would remember this night forever.
Her night consisted of being tossed around like a rag doll, flung onto their bed by her husband's tremendous strength.
Her night consisted of having every hole of hers used and abused by the might of Naruto's well-endowed cock. Her throat, pussy, and asshole were all pounded to their limits.
She was nearly fucked in every position in the room and in every way imaginable, and during it all, she found herself falling madly in love with her husband's darker side.
The entire room was now raucous, dominated by an ecstatic tune that seemed to last forever.
Strong, masculine groans from Naruto echoed off the four walls, as did shattering screams from Hinata which shot out of her mouth no longer of her own volition. She screamed as if she were a squeaky toy, in mere reaction to her husband's brutality.
The jarring creak of the bed was concerning to Hinata, and even rather alarming. Hinata nearly believed the bed would topple down from how violently it shook and how hard the headboard crashed against the wall.
Such noises reverberated in her ears, spinning her entire world even farther off its axis.
First, her dress was the target of Naruto's uncontrollable rage. The gold chains that held her garment in place were snapped out of their proper position as he tore the dress straight down the middle.
Once he was through, the garment was reduced to a pile of fabric pieces that covered the floor rather than her body.
Naruto hated that dress anyway.
Hinata's thong, which had been used to gag her at times, was now tossed across the room, abandoned, and out of the way, which benefited Naruto tremendously.
He kept her black heels on purposely, much to his horniness, which flailed in the air as every ounce of sense inside of her was hammered away.
Hinata now lies naked on her back on the bed she shared with her husband, without a single inch of her body hidden from his gaze. Her pale skin was covered in blue and red bruises, love bites, scratches, and slap marks.
Her breasts, like her face, were another perpetrator that bore such marks. Her bouncing breasts of remarkable size and tenderness were completely ravaged throughout the night by her husband's lips, teeth, and tongue. Her body ached due to a dull pain, but the ecstasy that bloomed from her parted legs overpowered all sensations.
Such vast and irresistible pleasure was so exquisite, that her brain was unable to completely articulate the joy she felt as a result of it. It was just so incredible.
Perhaps, it was because both of her holes were currently completely filled up.
Perhaps, it was because she discovered that double penetration was beyond her wildest fantasies. Beyond anything she's ever experienced before.
Her spouse wanted to try something new this time around, to delve deeper into the area of sexual kinks and really do her in.
His toy, the heart-shaped buttplug that twinkled and glistened at the opening of her anus, was still shoved into her aching, misused asshole. However, Naruto's well-endowed cock filled her pussy even further, invading her sopping wet insides and dominating everything it touched.
The two objects, thick and wide, wormed so delectably inside of her, stretching her holes and penetrating deeper and deeper after every second.
Hinata experienced an unbelievably powerful feeling of fullness that gave her stomach knots, an unparalleled tremor, and even brought tears to her eyes. The two objects were virtually grinding against one another inside of her, moving back and forth in time with one another, giving her pleasure to die for.
"Ahh! Oh yes! Fuck yes, Daddy!"
Hinata's lavender eyes rolled as she was given another powerful thrust by her naked husband, who towered over her. He now took to the floor and hovered over her extended body on the edge of the bed, as he worked his cock in and out of her wet pussy which squirted its essence everywhere.
Naruto watched to watch his wife as he fucked her. He wanted to watch her as she obediently took his cock. He wanted to watch her as she endured the punishment she was given.
So, he held her close, demanding her to keep her legs spread so he could constantly witness the stimulation of both her holes.
Oh, he enjoyed looking down and seeing her holes both full, especially her asshole, which donned its gorgeous new accessory sparkling purple for him.
Naruto was enjoying the view immensely.
The crooked smirk on his face was evident, especially at the sight of his wife thrashing and rocking about on their bed due to his actions, her dark hair adhering to her face and her eyes seemingly permanently rolled back.
Her arms were pinned above her head with both of his, grasped by the wrists to keep her exactly where he wanted her.
His crooked grin widened as he lowered his head to spew a large wad of saliva on her cheek, only to bring one hand forward to smack her across the face.
Hinata shrieked with delight, her vision temporarily obscured by her husband's internal fluids splattering all over her face.
He growled, a furious growl, "Mark my fucking words, Hinata-chan: if you behave like a naughty slut, you will be treated like a naughty slut." He roared before gracing her with another spit wad, which covered the entirety of her face, rendering her unable to see.
Kinky as it was, she loved it so much.
Naruto snickered at the way he felt his wife's pussy walls grip him so desperately after the mistreatment of her. It was an absolute turn-on.
He tilted his head, his blonde bangs following, "Do you understand me, slut?"
"Yes, Daddy! Yes!" Hinata began to spasm, "Oh kami, I feel so good! So, so good, please don't let it end!"
Naruto watched the ecstasy that Hinata displayed on her face in amusement. He gripped her hands above her head now with only one of his hands.
He clutched her wrists tight, "Oh, you like this shit, don't you, baby? To have your holes filled and played with? To be slapped, choked, and spat on like a worthless piece of shit?"
Naruto chuckled darkly.
"You enjoy being my cum dumpster, don't you?"
Hinata was about to answer when she felt her husband plant his free hand forward and suddenly reclaim her throat. But this time, his strength was unfathomable, and she found herself gasping for air.
She shrieked muted squeals as her pussy was pummeled by deep yet fast thrusts.
Every time her domineering boyfriend thrust his hips forward and made contact with hers, she felt sharp, unforgiving ripples race through her entire body that caused her to wriggle along the bed.
Her head was completely jumbled; she was now on a drunken, idiotic high; she was an absolute kink fiend for rough sex and wanted nothing more than to be treated like a whore by her husband.
Naruto found the joy on her face humorous as her lips widened into a contented grin, her pale face gradually turned scarlet, and her eyelids just slightly opened where her eyes had vanished to the back of her head.
She cried out, her legs wiggling beside Naruto's hips, her toes curling in her heels, "Oh kami!! Yesss, Daddy! I love it wh-when you f-fuck me so hard! I love it wh-when you fill me up, f-fill my holes!"
Her speech was muffled but loud, blaring into Naruto's ears while offering him words he had longed to hear. Such comments propagated his dick even harder inside of her, endowing him with the stamina to completely overpower her inner walls.
"Mmm, now that's daddy's good little whore."
Naruto thrust his thick girth out of her pussy, just to ram it back in with such vigor that made Hinata's breath hitched; that made her motherfucking stomach bulge.
His dick desired her soul, reaching deeper and deeper inside her with the goal of fucking every last inch of her.
Hinata felt her husband's cock so intensely that it was difficult for her to breathe, think, or operate normally.
She experienced insane orgasms that caused her to flop like a fish on the bed, forget her thoughts, and even her own name.
Naruto was right.
She was getting punished.
Dominated.
Naruto chuckled before releasing her neck for her sake, and he watched as she let out a loud gasp of breath, her eyes flashing a grateful glance up at him.
She bit her lip, humming deeply, "Mmm, yes, fuck me so hard, Daddy! So hard-kyahh!"
Naruto chuckled once more before deciding to further manhandle his wife, prying her off the bed and launching her on his hips.
Hinata was pulled off the bed in seconds and left to wrap around her husband's tall figure as he rose entirely to his feet.
Naruto reinserted himself into her pussy before she could blink, gripped her hips, and forced her hips to rock down to meet his dick below.
Her voluptuous ass wobbled back and forth every time it was forced down, so her pussy was allowed to greedily swallow up the thick cock below balls deep.
Naruto embraced his wife as he fucked her cradled body while standing, shifting his pelvis so that it could dive up into her hips once brought downward, moving at a different angle inside of her.
The lewd smack of their hips was violent, and it inundated both of their ears with a determination to be heard.
Naruto observed as his wife moaned her ass off by his ear, her eyes crossed and her breathing accelerated every time she was filled so deeply. Even the buttplug within her anus seemed to travel deeper into her due to her position change.
It was all so much. Hinata couldn't stop screaming.
"Oh kami-!!!!"
"Yeah, scream, slut. Scream and beg my forgiveness. Beg me like your motherfucking life depends on it." Naruto growled out close to her face, witnessing how contorted her facial features were.
His wife was in terrible shape, totally unlike the woman he saw just a few hours ago when she first entered their bedroom. He thought she looked out of sorts then, but she was a complete mess now.
Hinata was totally in the moment, sullied, thrilled, and completely out of it.
She lacked all her senses.
Naruto fucked them all away.
But Hinata did, for her own sake, respond as quickly as she could to her husband's previous order. She begged for her forgiveness.
I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry for d-disobeying you, daddy. I'm sorry for e-everything; please f-forgive me by fucking me for as long as you please. I don't want you to be a-angry anymore!"
She sobbed, more tears rushing down her face. She gripped Naruto's neck tighter, "I'm yours. I'm a-all yours. I b-belong entirely to you, a-and that is all I h-have ever d-desired."
Naruto cooed at the sound of his wife's pleas, those beautiful lips of hers quivering as she poured her heart out to him, desperate for his forgiveness.
He wouldn't be telling the truth if he said he didn't accept his wife's apology.
By moving in close and giving her lips a passionate kiss, he demonstrated that he did, in fact, forgive her.
"Mmm, oh baby. How can I not accept such a wondrous apology, hm?" He whispered against her lips, before devouring them with his own. He smeared more saliva on her face as he hungrily kissed her wet, sloppy lips, all the while pounding her pussy raw.
He pecked her quivering lips once more, "Fuck, you drive me crazy, you know that?"
Hinata whimpered but took her lover's sloppy kiss as best she could, bending her head just a little as she gripped her spouse's bulging neck.
She held him tightly as she was kissed and fucked at the same time, filled in all of her holes, and overpowered by a burst of pleasure that ultimately drove her to her climax.
Hinata broke the kiss to undergo a severe spasm. She felt Naruto's hands grip her hips and slam her down on his large dick beneath her without mercy.
With each thrust, she felt the cord deep in her gut grow closer and closer to snapping.
She shuddered, "Ooh fuck yes, you're so d-deep inside me, d-daddy. Your cock feels so good i-in my pussy."
The midnight blue-haired woman heaved again as her hips clapped, accompanied by feelings of immense fullness. Not to mention that her husband's cock was so hot, practically searing her insides.
"Oh kami, my pussy's so gr-grateful for your cock, Daddy."
"Mmm, such music to my ears, baby." Naruto grunted, his legs quivering, "Fuck, your pussy feels like heaven, baby, always ready to satisfy my cock."
Naruto whimpered, completely enslaved by his wife's pussy's ravenous grip on him. His head was total mush, and his muscles were rendered nothing but jelly, trembling and spasming.
Naruto actually felt as if he were soaring, lost in the heavenly confines of his wife's marvelous pussy, addicted to the movement of seeping his cock within her heat, between her walls, and deep within her.
Naruto loved it so much.
Hinata did too.
It wasn't long until she was pleading with Naruto to let her cum, and because of her apology, he let her do so. He even allowed her to continue to do so.
Naruto shifted their position once more. He decided to step in front of their bed, his back to it, to place Hinata on the floor. He gently set her so she could balance on the upper half of her body, specifically her upper back and head.
He hovered over her and extended her legs wide with his hands, bending them by gripping her thighs to keep her from rolling over.
His blonde hair fell down, drooping over his eyes as he stared down at his wife who peered back up at him through her sticky bangs.
Naruto surprised her by grabbing his buttplug, pulling it from inside her, and tossing it on the bed. She squealed in response, but was even more surprised once she felt his cock invade her asshole right afterward.
Naruto grinned as she shrieked, her fingers gripping the carpet floor above her head as her asshole was reintroduced to his cock, which bulged her out completely.
While holding the inner curve of her thighs, keeping her legs pressed against the ground, Naruto hunched over her.
He began to rock his hips, kneeling down and up to insert his cock in and out of the walls of her anus. From his stance, the blonde could see a massive gape in both of Hinata's openings, how wet she was, and how her breasts wobbled against her body.
Naruto observed Hinata's lavender eyes roll back as she felt his cock from a different angle, once more placed in another kinky position. Naruto grounded into her ass so deeply, drilling her hole to the very limit, it was hard for her not to cum.
Such a cycle consisted of Hinata cumming, squirming, and squealing, her heels directed at the ceiling, her legs forced open to accept every inch of her husband's fat cock.
And once he was nearing his end, once his groans grew animalistic, and his thrusts sporadic, she pleaded for his cum, pleading for his release.
And it came.
But, as Hinata observed, instead of cumming inside her, Naruto thrust out of her anus to squirt his seed all over her form.
"Mine." He grunted as he squirted his cum all over her holes; both her gaping pussy and asshole.
"Mine." He grunted harshly again as he directed his cum to land on her stomach and breasts.
"Fucking mine." He roared as he moved his cock to finally cum all over her face, dropping his fat load all over her body.
"Every inch of you is mine, Hinata-chan, don't you forget that."
When Naruto was finally finished, he left his wife in complete disarray, covered in his scent, fucked to her limits, and with a lesson learned.
Hinata was entirely coated in her husband's cum, drenched from head to toe in his hot, white jizz. She was left a spasming mess, coated in a deluge of secretions, saliva, tears, perspiration, and cum, but she was satisfied in the end.
So satisfied.
Fading in and out of consciousness, she felt her husband carefully pick up her body from the floor and place it on the bed, where he allowed her to catch her breath and relax against the sheets.
She watched him as he then proceeded towards the cushion seat he sat in previously, through the fuzz that blocked her vision, the numerous substances that covered her face, and her heavy eyelids.
Naruto dropped his naked body down on the seat in a sweaty heap and poured him another glass of whiskey.
From there, he watched Hinata.
He admired her: his perfect masterpiece.
Naruto completely absorbed his wife's current state, punished, sullied, and barely conscious as he sipped his alcoholic beverage, completely savoring the moment.
Hinata breathed shakily, bawling up the sheets with one fist, "Th-Thank you, N-Naruto-kun."
Naruto's motions were halted by his wife's passionate expression of appreciation.
He raised an eyebrow, "Why are you thanking me, Hinata-chan?"
"F-For forgiving me."
Naruto cracked a grin, before waving her off, "Aww, of course I would. I could never stay mad at you, darling."
Naruto smiled brightly, all anger drained from his body, "You're my world."
Happiness arose on Hinata's face at the sound of Naruto's touching responses, for he was no longer blinded by fury and was once again his loveable self.
Hinata smiled weakly, "You're my world too." She whispered, which touched Naruto's heart as well.
There was a brief silence between the two before Naruto's voice emerged again.
"Hinata-chan?"
"Y-Yes, N-Naruto-kun?"
"Next time you're in the mood to party..." Naruto trailed off, rocking his glass of alcohol in his hand around, "Make sure to bring me along, hm?"
Once again, Hinata was happy. Happy that her spouse has not only approved and so permits her to party, but has developed a desire to accompany her, to party alongside her.
It seemed like a dream come true. Actually, she thought she was dreaming.
Nonetheless, she nodded happily, snuggling her head in the sheets, "Of course, N-Naruto-kun. I'm s-so happy." She beamed.
Hinata watched as Naruto drank the rest of his beverage before taking a stand.
He nodded his head towards the bedroom door, "Now, what do you say that I get ya all cleaned up and ready for bed, yeah?" Naruto declared, indicating that he was going to bathe her and thoroughly cater to all of her bruises and sores. As he usually does.
She liked that. She liked that a lot.
Hinata nodded, sighing as her husband's warm hands engulfed her and drew her into his arms. She clutched him firmly all the way to the bathroom.
"Yes, I would love th-that very much, N-Naruto-kun."
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Notes:
A.N.
Y'all, there's another overly naughty oneshot for ya. Whew, let me tell ya, this one was majorly hot, I couldn't believe it myself. 🥵
This overall one-shot's concept, though just HAD to be implemented in this smutty oneshot book. It HAD to. It's just too erotic and overly hot not to.
It's hilarious to think about how I got the idea for this one-shot. I ain't telling though, haha! 😂😅
Anywho! It took me longer than I wanted to finish this naughty oneshot. Although I made an effort to write less, you can see that I got carried away, and uh.. yeah. I have no excuse. 🙈
But this is a smut oneshot book, so one-shots like this is the norm here! I hope y'all do realize that, haha!
Anyway, enough rambling, I hope you all have enjoyed! Don't forget to leave a comment and kudos!
I plan to keep this naughty train going! So I truly hope you all are ready and of course... I hope you all can handle it, hehe.
Love y'all, and take care. 💗
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Chapter 12: ❦Good Girl❦
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Behind every exceptional master lies a worthy slave.
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Read at your own risk.
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Ahegao Kink • BDSM • Blindfold • Body Harness • Body Worship • Bondage • Breast Worship • Choking • Claiming • Cock Worship • Collar • Collared Slave • Consensual • Deliciously Filthy • Degradation • Desperation • Domination • Dom Naruto • Dom/Sub • Extreme • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Female Submissive • Fingering • Finger Play • Fondling • Groping • Hair Pulling • Humiliation • Infatuation • Intense • Kinky • Kink Exploration • Latex • Latex Gloves • Male Dominant • Master Kink • Master Naruto • Master & Slave • Masochism • Messy • Modern AU • Multiple Orgasms • Nipple Clamps • NSFW • Obedience • Orders • Orgasm Denial • Overstimulation • Ownership • Pain Kink • Power Play • Praise Kink • Pussy Worship • Rich Dom • Red Room • Rough Sex • S&M • Sadism • Sexual Asphyxiation • Sensory Deprivation • Sex Toys • Size Difference Kink • Spanking • Standing-Up Sex • Squirting • Sub Hinata • Submissive • Submission • Unprotected Sex • Vaginal Sex • Vibrator • Whips •
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Good Girl
Breathless gasps and quiet moans filled a large crimson room embraced with sex toys, shibari rope, bondage cuffs, whips, and other BDSM features prominently exhibited on the walls, carefully stored on racks, and in drawers.
The luxurious room covered in red was completely encompassed in sex toys of every size, color, and design, as well as wall and ceiling hooks and sex contraptions that could only be imagined by freaks.
A dark fantasy made real.
The room was brimming with sex and desire in every nook and corner, exuding a sense of dangerous exhilaration that would either startle or arouse anyone who had a chance to catch a glimpse of it.
It was a place with the power to urge those daring enough to embrace the dark and unpleasant aspects of their own needs, all while concealed behind closed doors and encompassed fully by the crimson room of kinkiness.
It was a place that had the power to transform goody-two-shoes into freaks; saints into sinners.
Such power may instill a burning desire in individuals who enter—a desire for sexual fulfillment and a compelling urge to indulge in all of their kinky fantasies.
Such a space has the ability to reveal a distinct aspect of anyone who enters it—a side that even they were unaware existed.
Introducing the red room, a place filled with dripping-wet temptation—owned and ruled by Naruto Uzumaki, a man of great stature, fortune, and authority in Japan.
Naruto was quite well-known among all in the world of BDSM as a strict and well-respected dominant who holds a remarkable, and rather unfathomable talent for excelling in sexual interactions in all forms.
Such a red room was his realm; he oversaw and ordered all activities inside, and anyone who entered there with him served as his slaves.
Those were (notably) his female clients in the BDSM industry who desired to be defiled and wrecked, as well as educated and cultivated into true submissives by his hands and his hands alone.
After all, his dominance transcended many in the kinky sector, and his abilities and approaches always yielded wonderful results in the end.
Naruto was not your typical man; rather, just the reality of his presence elicited desire and shock that transcended beyond reason and comprehension.
Naruto's mere touch has the power to melt a woman's soul and capture her heart. It was an uncanny phenomenon that certainly could not be explained.
Truly, many people questioned whether he was an actual revered deity who had fallen from the heavens or a sex demon that crept out of the fiery depths of hell.
It was a well-known debate in the BDSM industry, one that could always amuse the hell out of Naruto.
However, given the mystique that virtually breathed off of him and how incredibly effortless he makes dominance look, such a stir in the BDSM sector was bound to happen. Bound to.
Any woman could become aroused at the sheer thought of Naruto, much alone the simple mention of his name, luring them to open their legs for him without him ever speaking a word or engaging in physical pursuit.
His enigmatic, icy, dark cerulean eyes could read a soul with only a glance, giving him the capacity to recognize the secrets of a female body. He was easily able to find the clandestine buttons that would allow him to manipulate such a body to his liking and reduce it to mere pieces.
Naruto was able to pinpoint his clients' desires and force them out of the recesses of their hearts and into the light of day, into reality.
With just a flick of his hand and a thrust of his cock, he had the power to mold his slaves into saying whatever he saw fit.
His physical features alone were the definition of enigmatic sexiness; all of which comprises blonde spiky hair, tanned, sun-kissed skin, a tall 6'3" frame, well-toned muscles, and a substantial amount of meat packed in between his legs, which he knew how to use as easily as he could walk.
He was the whole package.
And as a seasoned dom with years of experience, Naruto Uzumaki indulged in every fucked-up fantasy imaginable and established himself as a well-known figure in the sex and thrill industry.
The opportunity to visit Naruto's sensual sex chamber in his own home and be turned into a convulsive mess at his hands would make many ladies fall head over heels to become his clientele.
Of course, he could never refuse.
He always loved the chance to subdue women in his red room, whip their bodies into a crimson haze, further screw their minds into mush, and give them an experience so memorable that the session with him alone would remain etched in their minds for as long as they lived.
By enjoying his delight with as many submissives as he could, Naruto had the most fun. Day in and day fucking out.
But then, his blue eyes met lavender.
But then… he met Hinata Hyuga; another client of his.
And then, all at once, everything changed.
Naruto managed to get his hands on a submissive he's never seen before, with a goddess-like figure and curves in all the right places that would give any man a hard-on.
A submissive who actually excelled at the art of obedience. Mind, body, and soul.
It was as if she were obedience embodied, the fleshly incarnation of it.
Not only did Naruto nearly screw up and fall in love with her during their numerous sessions—becoming so strongly attracted to her that he began to have dreams of her—but he also discovered that his entire existence had changed in front of his eyes, and the yearn his body had once embraced by giving in to his harem fantasy was no longer there.
All of a sudden, he only had eyes for her and only her.
Hinata Hyuga. His good girl.
She was never intended to be anything other than his client—perhaps a recurring client—but never to be his personal slave.
But dammit, he couldn't resist.
Naruto couldn't let her go. He wanted her his, and only his.
He couldn't bear to think of the mere prospect of other dom's in the BDSM sector using her and her holes for their pleasure, advancing on her body with the inexperience of how to truly satisfy her. He was incapable of witnessing her with anyone else except him, only with her in his red room, collared and made his.
Yes, Naruto was a selfish bastard.
Yes, he was a jealous prick and a perverted fucker, but he didn't give a damn.
He knew what he wanted and he wanted her.
Hinata.
She was the only one of his slaves who properly followed his every command, who could experience pleasure and pain as if it was nothing, who could express joy in his red room without inhibition and who generally exceeded his expectations.
Unlike everyone else, Naruto and Hinata both seem to share a strong interdependent connection, which makes their sessions feel more intimate and passionate.
Hinata's obedience was remarkable, unlike anything Naruto's ever fucking seen. It was almost damn near inhuman, how much she was willing to go without in order to please him.
She picked things up quickly working alongside him, breezed through his training with flying colors, and advanced with little difficulty before earning the privilege to be collared.
And once more, Naruto did something he never thought he would ever do.
He committed, and he collared her. He made her his.
Such a woman of flawless beauty and exceptional obedience transformed him in the same manner he transformed her, leaving him as fixated on her as she was on him.
The two gravitated to one another like long-lost mates, and held on, with no plans of departing anytime soon.
Like the missing puzzle piece, the two completely satisfied each other's wishes; like magic, the two manufactured extravagant fun together that they wouldn't experience with anyone else.
Naruto always wished to get Hinata back into his red room.
Always wishing to have his fun with her.
Hinata, being the excellent submissive that she was, never let him down and never left his side.
Regardless of the situation, she was always extremely happy and willing to be there for him and his needs.
Regardless.
Naruto smirked lewdly.
The sound of his boots thudding on the ceramic black floor filled the room like a constant drum. The sound of such bulky boots meeting the floor in a steady stride was an amalgam of intimidation and erotic apprehension, commanding the attention of anyone present.
Such sounds blended with the feminine gasps of emotion that emerged from his midnight blue-haired slave in his chamber. But all sounds were ultimately swallowed up by the soundproof walls of crimson cushioned texture, which covered all four walls around the two individuals within.
Dressed in all black, Naruto took measured paces around his slave, scrutinizing every component that sculpted her.
He admired every element of her—from her current body's stance and everything it revealed—to the sweat that ran down her creamy flesh, causing her to shine like a bright star in the dim light of his crimson chamber.
He relished her very essence again and again like a drug addict, drowning her with the intense gaze of his blue eyes, which never diverted their attention from her.
Before every session began, Naruto couldn't help but admire his perfect little slave.
Naruto moaned, "Fuck, you're so beautiful, slave." He purred seductively.
"So beautiful; every last fucking inch of you."
Naruto watched as his slave's porcelain features lightened up with a wholesome smile, even in her predicament in an effort to obediently respond to his compliments.
"Th-Thank you, m-master."
Hinata was there, on her knees, with black bondage cuffs securing her in place around her wrists, so her hands were tied and forced behind her back.
Such cuffs were secured to her outfit by chains fastened to her lower backside, leaving her arms rooted in place.
Currently, Hinata only wore a body harness, an outfit that dramatically emphasized every desirable bodily feature her master wished to access: her Double D-sized breasts, pink nipples, voluptuous, round ass, and most importantly, the intimate area in between her thighs.
Because of such a harness, Hinata's stunning body was enveloped in black, leather straps that traveled across her at various angles, the material's grip tight on her body to emphasize her suppleness.
Her luscious legs were adorned with latex heels that rose up to just below her thighs, where numerous more straps from her harness snaked down to further cling to her body.
Naruto, who was highly knowledgeable about the finer points of taking care of women and the very workings of their bodies, had expertly french-braided her long, midnight-blue hair—right before their session.
Hinata's bangs, however, draped down her forehead, brushing against the black blindfold that covered her lavender eyes, tied tight around her head so as to blind her. Her view was fully obscured by the fabric, leaving her vulnerable to the several abrupt teases her master would deliver to her with his paddle.
Hinata whimpered, "Your compliments m-m-mean the world to me, master." She announced, as a continuation of her earlier words of devotion, doing so with breathless sighs and a heaving chest.
And right then and there, she could practically sense her master beaming by her words, even through the blindfold she wore.
Naruto watched his slave closely as he walked circles around her kneeled form, every now and then reaching out to run his paddle along her shoulders and down her arms.
He chuckled every time she jumped and sighed in bliss, relishing at his subtle but sudden touches which her body involuntarily responded to.
She was so responsive.
Her whimpers grew louder and louder with each stroke Naruto applied to her body with the black, 18-inch paddle in his possession.
The toy reached quite a distance from his position and, in the process, caressed her body with a passionate brush.
Naruto chuckled at the sight of his thrilled slave, "Mmm, you see that, slave?" The blonde paused as he carried himself to step in front of his kneeled submissive.
Hinata gasped in confusion. How could she possibly see?
She shook her head, her long braid swaying behind her form, "N-No, m-master I-"
But her words were cut off by a boisterous laugh, one emitted by her master. He bent down before her to relish more of her current condition, practically face-palming himself.
"Hah, how silly of me, seeing is impossible for you now, isn't it, slave?" Naruto spoke close, not really eager for an answer.
Hinata knew due to the fact her response was cut off earlier.
Hinata understood the signs, and she only remained rooted in place, quiet as could be. She did, however, grant him whimpers, and bodily tremors as well.
Of course, she did.
With those murky blue eyes of his, Naruto cast a quick peek down in hopes to find the source of her trembling.
A sadistic grin spread across his tan face as he connected his gaze to the metal breast clamps that currently snagged a hold of her nipples.
The nipple clamps were linked to metal chains that cascaded from the beautiful violet collar she wore around her neck.
The words "good girl" were embroidered across the front of the collar in real diamonds, which sparkled in the dim room light. Such a collar also includes silver chains and an exquisite glimmering heart as extras, which together created the adorable but expensive collar.
Just for Hinata—compliments to her master, Naruto, who cherished and cared for her deeply.
The nipple clamps that were there dangled from the aforementioned heart ring down her body in an effortless endeavor to reach her. The sex tools of pain exerted tremendous force on her delicate pink nipples, squeezing, cutting off their blood supply, and turning them bluish-purple.
Hinata shook, although it was only a slight tremor from the pain the clips had given her.
Naruto knew those breast clamps were nothing to her, quite frankly an icebreaker to get things circulating.
He knew his slave.
He knew her well.
And he quite relished her most like the way she was, her eyesight covered and her body's sensitivity sky-high.
Naruto found himself chucking once more, "You know what I love about blindfolds, my beautiful Hinata-chan?"
Naruto paused to hum, "You can speak, my dear."
Hinata stifled a gasp, trying her best to remain as perfectly still, balanced on her knees to keep her submissive position for her master.
The blindfold that was placed on her covered her vision completely, leaving her with a view of pure darkness.
However, she used her senses of sound and touch to identify her master's position and keep her mind completely fixated on him.
"U-Um, is it because blindfolds h-hinder the ability to see? It makes things exciting, p-possibly, master?"
With a timid voice that filled the entire room with a pleasant tone, Hinata offered a guess in response to her master's query. She was given permission to speak now, and she certainly didn't deny her master's wishes.
Her master loved to hear her voice, after all.
Naruto beamed, gracing her ears with a hum of satisfaction as he stood back up, and circled about her once more.
This time, he ran his paddle along her neck and down her backside. He listened as she whimpered, her luscious lips gaping open slightly. Beautifully.
"Hmm, yes, such a good girl you are." Naruto praised, "Blindfolds can indeed cause vision impairment and induce excitement, dear, but it also creates an illusion of blindness, taking the wearer away from the physical world of reality."
In order to prove his theory, Naruto once more maneuvered around her before pulling forth his paddle and striking her right breast, just where her nipple was clenched.
Hinata let out a startled gasp in response to the exhilarating agony that erupted from her right breast and soared up her spine, sprouting in every direction of her body.
Every part of her, in mere seconds, began to tingle from the pain's sharpness, but her lower region particularly tingled in reaction.
Upon the unexpected hit, her breast jiggled, its rounded perkiness rippling like waves of a river.
But Hinata found herself gasping once more as she felt the paddle strike her again, this time landing on her stomach, causing her body to twitch violently.
The realization that her body was completely open to all his hits alone gave Naruto a euphoric buzz. But his slave's reactions were by far the most gratifying. They were just to die for.
Naruto grinned in sadistic glee, relishing the moment, "Blindfolds, my dear, are a lot more complicated than you may imagine. In fact, the reason I adore them so much is simply because of their complexity." Naruto voiced with a smirk.
"Donning blindfolds; heighten all other senses. If one sense is taken away, the other senses of the body will adapt to the unfamiliar circumstances in order to aid in survival."
Naruto shrugged his broad shoulders, receiving fulfillment from the conversation with his bound slave.
She was listening, he knew, by the hitches of her breaths and the twitch of her ears. She listened to every word he spoke.
"Call it a challenge, a setback, or even an opportunity: a chance for your other senses to receive a significant power boost and become fully developed; so they can perform at the highest level possible."
Naruto resumed his pace around her, his boots thudding on the floor as he went, causing Hinata's ears to tingle.
The midnight blue-haired woman perked up, with the realization that the sound her master made was seemingly louder than normal.
Her hearing was indeed enhanced, and she could even detect vibrations every time her master's foot landed on the floor.
Such vibrations manifested as sound, which bounced off the walls and resounded in areas close to her. Left, right, behind, and in front.
"Sound," Naruto whispered, Hinata's ears picking up his voice from a position that was behind her.
He moved.
Hinata felt Naruto's tall presence looming over her kneeled form like an unmovable statue, where she knew those murky blue orbs of his were piercing her very being: taking note of her every movement, her every reaction.
"Touch," Naruto whispered huskily.
Hinata gasped when she felt the paddle strike her again, but just along her lower backside. A smack was given to her skin, just through the straps of her body harness.
"All is heightened. Even the mind, which is now allowing mere perception to prevail."
Naruto scoffed playfully, "My sex slave, every single one of your senses is enhanced, including taste and smell." Naruto hummed cheekily, "But I say we put those senses to the test later, eh?"
Hinata squirmed, trembling against the floor, her whimpers only increasing just the way Naruto predicted.
And Hinata couldn't help but blush as she heard her master's rich timbre elicit a chuckle of desire in response to her squirming movements. His voice entered the midnight blue-haired submissive's ears like sweet caramel, melting her insides, tingling her stomach, and making her even wetter.
Her pussy was dripping its contents all over his floor at this point, unable to be kept in check given how exposed it was. Aroused by the mere sound of Naruto's voice.
Hinata was melting.
'Oh kami. Master is sooo hot.' She thought to herself, utterly horny.
Given the circumstances, Hinata's mind was beginning to grow dirtier and dirtier as she was preoccupied with her escalating needs.
She sincerely wanted to see her master in person so she could admire every exquisitely crafted detail of him. She wanted to see him exert his dominance on her. She wanted to see his cock.
But she needs to be patient.
Patience is key.
Hinata shivered at the little blast of wind that touched her, but it was this, together with the regular thuds of her master's boots, that led her to notice these indications of his shifting of positions.
Naruto moved again.
"It's fascinating, isn't it, slave?"
Naruto finally put an end to his pacing and took a position directly in front of Hinata.
This time, he moved the paddle forward and placed it right underneath her chin. He raised her head gently, giving her an indication he was standing right in front of her. Admiring her once more.
Naruto's smirk turned into a grin, his vision charmed by the beauty of his tied and blinded slave, presented in her most natural state; free of humiliation, worry, and insecurity.
She was here before him, vulnerable, honest, and true. Even in her reactions.
Naruto tilted his head, "Your senses are heightened, love, which is precisely why you're whimpering louder than usual, isn't it?"
Hinata bit her lip, but her master quickly noticed the motion. Hinata felt the paddle pop the bottom of her chin again; it was mild, yet the motion seemed quite abrupt to her.
"Aww, is there something on your mind, slave? You seem…preoccupied."
Hinata gasped, her mouth gaping in shock. 'How did he know?' She thought, her mind blown.
She had no idea how her master could read her so effortlessly like he could read her from the palm of his hand. He always seems to be one step ahead of her, anticipating her every action and reaction.
He could know exactly how she felt even when she was blinded or gagged, even when she couldn't verbally or physically convey her emotions to him.
Naruto knew. He always knew.
A part of her felt bad for zoning out, for allowing her mind to wander. She felt a pang of guilt for letting her guard down.
But hiding was pointless. Her master had already figured her out.
Hinata nodded, "Y-Yes, m-may I sp-speak master?"
As always, Hinata asked for permission to speak, adhering to the rules she was taught by Naruto while residing in his red room.
Never speak out of turn.
Hinata remembered. Always.
And Naruto always rewarded her for it. Just like now.
The spiky-haired dom made an impressed face, a contented grin spreading across his cheeks and a mischievous scoff exiting his mouth.
Naruto nodded, his blonde spiky bangs drifting forward to cover his amused eyes.
"Of course, slave. Go on and speak. Tell me what's on that pretty little mind of yours."
Naruto watched as Hinata practically beamed at the chance of being granted permission and she certainly didn't resist the urge to speak.
"M-Master, I-I too, believe the body is f-fascinating."
"Oh really now?"
Naruto was intrigued.
Hinata nodded, "Yes, master, and I have to say that mine has ached to be in this room m-more than anything else. M-My body yearns to be here, with you, every moment of every day." Hinata breathed shakily as she sensed the deep blue eyes that pierced her soul, taking note of everything she said.
"I-I am really looking forward to our session, master. As always. I-I know you have great things in store for me."
Naruto sighed dreamingly in response, his heart touched. His slave always knew just what to say to make him crumble.
His whisked cheeks rose quite a bit, "Ahh, such a good girl you are, being all honest with me, hm." The blonde boasted with a laugh, finding his slave to be quite adorable.
He could read her well.
He read between the lines of her speech and found something quite…intriguing.
The tanned male put up a pout, "Is my little slave getting impatient? Is that what this is?"
Naruto scoffed, "Ah, look at me, talking nonstop like a hysterical schoolgirl. I bet you're internally pleading with me to shut up, huh?"
Hinata gasped in shock, taken aback by her master's response to her previous comment.
'No, that's certainly not what I was thinking!' Hinata practically screamed to herself in her mind, completely taken aback by her master's disparaging assessment of her honesty.
Hinata never meant to offend her master, that's quite frankly the last thing she wanted.
She only wanted…
Naruto chuckled as he witnessed the conflicting emotions pass his slave's beautiful face, her little button nose scrunching up a tad, and her mouth gaping just a tad.
She was conflicted. He knew.
Naruto clicked his tongue, "You aren't here to listen to me talk, are you, slave?"
He listened as the midnight blue-haired woman whimpered under her breath.
"Master, that's n-not-"
"Oh no. You're here, to be fucked and played with, isn't that right? To have those holes of yours put to good use? That's all you want, isn't it?"
Hinata bit her lip once more, as yet again her master managed to read her. And all at once, her worries from before vanished.
She couldn't keep herself from nodding. She couldn't help herself from being honest with her master.
Yes, she wanted to be fucked, spanked and played with by her master. It's all she ever thinks about.
Naruto clicked his tongue, "Such a needy little slut you are, eh? Well then, if quickening the pace and getting things underway early is what you want, then that's what we'll do. After all…"
Suddenly, the blonde dom pulled his whip down to whack his sub's breasts again, but with significantly greater force. He watched as her gorgeous flesh bounced and thrash about in reaction to his harsher hits, the nipple clamps present merely following in the movement of her nipples.
Hinata let out high-pitched squeaks due to such hits, her lips opening wide to let forth such sounds in relation.
Naruto grinned, before repositioning his paddle beneath her chin.
"I am here for your pleasure." He raised his head, speaking into the ears of his blindfolded slave.
"And you are here for mine…"
The tone of her master's voice fell an octave and grew deeper as his desire increased.
Hinata could tell he was amused by her desire to start things off by the tone of his voice changing and the satisfaction hidden in his words.
Hinata veiled her request cleverly, speaking to him indirectly through her displays of adoration and joy.
And after receiving the memo, Naruto was able to break his slave's hypnotic hold over him.
What would happen next was now obvious.
It's time for him to give her just what she so desperately desired.
It was time to start Hinata's session.
Naruto put up a dark smirk before giving the bottom of Hinata's chin one last pat with the paddle in his hand, one that extended quite far.
"Rise, slut."
Such a directive was simple to comprehend and was readily carried out by his slave. He observed as she carefully balanced her body on her heels after jerkily pulling her legs out from under her.
Her arms were firmly tucked behind her lower back as she carefully took a stand, the latex material of her heels emitting audible squeaks. Even the chains on her collar jangled through the air, establishing their presence as it rested around Hinata's neck.
Naruto hummed before taking a step around his rising slave to stand behind her. He thoroughly cleaned and set his paddle aside on a red satin cloth, upon a table stand with his other sex toys, to be used throughout the session.
Prior to Naruto ordering his slave to enter his red room, kneel, and wait for him, each toy had been planned and carefully selected based on the specific subject of his sub's session.
The blonde dom turned to take a quick glance at his submissive while seeking for the next item to start her session. He noticed that, in accordance with his instructions, Hinata was no longer kneeling but was now entirely standing up.
The blonde dom smirked.
First, before he returned to Hinata, Naruto pulled on the latex gloves that were on the table; with just a pull and an extension of his fingers, the gloves completely covered his hands.
He then reached for the very first toy he would use to start Hinata's session, one he believed was fairly appropriate.
A flogger whip.
Naruto clutched the whip's leather base tightly and turned away from his toy stand, taking a giant stride closer to his now-standing slave.
He lunged forward, thrusting his hips into the crevice of her bare ass, her back colliding against his broad chest.
Even with Hinata's heels on, Naruto's height was still several inches above hers, towering over her like a mere giant yearning to get its hands on something tasty.
Naruto's deep voice rumbled in her ear, like a ravenous animal, resonating from deep within his chest. Such actions were carried out so fast that they managed to startle the blind woman tenfold.
Hinata shrieked, seemingly springing out of her skin at the feeling of her master's close presence to her.
She could almost feel the heat radiating from his body through his dark clothing.
Her master's strong scent, so crisp and fresh, like cool mint, rushed into her nostrils and soon tingled her entire body.
Hinata could feel his erect cock barging against the tight fabric of his jeans, yearning to be free, yearning to pound her into submission.
Hinata mewled, melting where she stood.
Naruto chuckled, before setting the flogger whip he possessed vertically along his shoulder, just to free his hands to finally relieve his itch to touch his slave.
With a moan, he finally ran both of his large hands forward to run them down his midnight blue-haired submissive's hips.
Hinata writhed in his grip as he slid his hands along the ever-so-curvy flesh of her figure, producing tingles for her along the way.
His gloved fingers, ever so smooth, made contact with his slave's soft, supple skin, and the stark distinction between their two forms establishing interaction caused both individuals to shudder.
Naruto scoffed, directly in her ear, "Sexy fucking slut." He cursed, "Mmm, you do something to me, you know that?"
Naruto's touch emerged from behind her bound body, his breath so close to her face and his erect cock pressed between the cracks of her ass, providing her with a constant reminder of him and his close proximity.
The blonde dom savored the opportunity to trace Hinata's physique through her kinky outfit with his enormous hands, brushing across the curves that distinguished her.
Naruto took his time massaging Hinata, engulfing every second in admiration for his slave through his touch, relishing how her skin flowed between his gloved fingers like silk.
The latex from his gloves squeaked and shuffled as he moved his hands to touch every pleasure point on Hinata's body, every spot that made her squirm on demand.
Her quiet moans were accompanied by powerful, delightful shockwaves that made it difficult not to react.
She wiggled her ass in her master's hold, seductively so.
"Oh yes m-master-ah!"
Her right asscheek suddenly received a harsh slap, and then one gloved hand quickly wrapped a tight hold around her throat, cutting off her air supply.
The way her master held her made her feel like a mere doll, her body melting like putty in his hands as he caressed her callipygous ass which was revealed entirely by her body harness.
Naruto leaned close to her ear, holding her body tight to him, "Mmm, I just love how honest your body is to me, slave."
Naruto gave her ass another smack, one that caused squeals to pass Hinata's lips. His blows were launched at her with a force and accuracy that made her skin heat up and instantly change colors, leaving her fleshy counterpart covered in multiple crimson marks.
"Mmm, such a nice fucking body you have. I can never get used to it." Naruto whispered sexily.
"Petite figure. Gorgeous fucking breasts. Soft skin. Thin waist, mmm.." Her right asscheek was tightly held in Naruto's gloved hand as he bunched up the skin there.
Ultimately, he gave her another smack.
"Master!!"
"Mmm, and this fucking ass. Fuck, you're so goddamn sexy, slave, it's like you were made to be fucked. Heh," Naruto chuckled, "I can't wait to have some fun with you."
A pause was made in Naruto's speech, and suddenly Hinata could no longer feel Naruto's hands. It was as if he vanished completely. Gone.
Hinata patiently waited, trying her best to maintain her composure. But she could feel her nerves twitching beneath her skin, ready to be overstimulated.
She couldn't wait for her master to completely ruin her. She was eager to succumb to his hands.
However, her wishes were granted when she heard her master's husky voice emerge yet again, but what he said next, almost had Hinata cum all over his floor.
"Now, I've kept you waiting long enough, slave."
"Let us begin ."
Hinata's next few seconds passed in a complete blur, which was made worse by the fact that she was blinded and unable to see.
In little time at all, her body was shifted from its position and put in another, where she was completely exposed to her master and the entirety of his kinky red room.
Her arms were no longer attached to her body harness by shackles; instead, they were brought in front of her and chained above her head. Just above her stance, the bondage cuffs around her arms were fastened to a ceiling hook.
Her master's boots gave her legs harsh kicks to widen them, but once they did, he knelt down and bound her legs with additional bondage cuffs, cuffs that were linked together by a silver chain. Similar to the cuffs that bound her arms.
With a swift hop, Naruto stood back up, his boots slamming into the ceramic floor which created a thud that further roused Hinata's desire.
"Now, slave, how about we get things started with a little warm-up, hm?"
Naruto paused to hum.
"You remember your safe words, right?"
In anxious anticipation of what was to follow, Hinata furiously nodded her head, an action that was granted a hum from her master. It was all he needed to see.
Hinata held her breath as she waited with a mixture of excitement and apprehension for the beginning of yet another session with her master.
And boy, did it arrive.
Her body eagerly accepted the first blow of her master's toy as it struck her, instantly launching her into a state of bliss.
Hinata understood right away what her master meant by "warm up."
He was going to whip her.
Her tied body surged forward with a groan as she felt the whip used by her master strike her backside, the whip's strings crashing against her flesh to grant her a pain that was oh-so-addictive.
"Yes, oh yes, master." She moaned once she was given another hit, right upon her right asscheek this time.
Her master's movements were quick and possessed immense force behind his lashes, never once leaving too much time between them to grant her another strike.
The whip crashed against her asscheek once more, sending a crack into the air that filled the entire room.
Hinata couldn't tell when such hits were going to strike her, which is how she preferred to feel them because just before one came, she delighted in the anticipation of each one of them.
Hinata stiffened up, slamming her eyes shut beneath her blindfold as she waited for a strike, only to be met by one with such severity that she was left trembling.
This is what she was waiting for.
Throughout his aggressive movements, Naruto's spiky blonde hair managed to slip down his forehead to cover his eyes, brushing against his skin ever slightly.
With a crack of his right arm in the same direction, he charged forward. His muscular arms bulged with veins as he extended them forward to allow the strings linked to his whip to pop his slave across the ass.
Naruto watched in glee as his strikes caused her voluptuous ass to wobble back and forth like jelly, leaving behind a trail of welts.
And only after, he relished her moans and squeals.
He chuckled, and began to take his journey around her bound body to be granted more access.
He whipped her some more.
"You like that, slut? This is what you fucking wanted, huh?" He hissed, propelling the flogger whip again to strike her breasts in a vertical sweep in addition to connecting with her delicate pussy below, a premeditated maneuver so that all of the leather strings from his whip could strike both of her private parts at the same time.
Her body, which was covered with red marks of different sizes, trembled and convulsed like a worm on a hook.
"Yes!! Yes, master! I-I wanted this so badly, master!"
"Mm, yes, scream. Accept the pain, slave. It's your only friend here."
Her master's blows became ever more powerful with time, with increased force behind them to truly do her in.
As a result, Hinata wailed louder than before and writhed like a madwoman in her bound position.
Her legs were still left spread, her arms raised above her head, both limbs locked together by cuffs.
A position like that was the essence of submission; it confined Hinata to her place and forced her to endure every blow dealt to her body.
Hinata felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so submissive. And she loved it.
Another hit of the whip cracked throughout the entire room, leading a ripple effect to ensue where Hinata's screams followed suit.
"Oooh master! Yesss, master!"
Naruto cackled, truly enjoying the show. But even still, he wished to check in with his slave. Especially for Hinata.
He tilted his head, "You okay there, slave?" Naruto halted his advancements to chuckle, his blue eyes absorbing every ounce of his bound sub.
"You need a break?"
Naruto's words of concern were completely veiled by amusement. Hinata could tell her master was teasing her, secretly baiting her.
But he revealed his concern nonetheless.
Hinata bit her lower lip, the yearning to be whipped even more intense than before; far too powerful to ignore.
She shook her head rapidly, "No, I'm f-fine, master."
Hinata moaned softly, wiggling her welted ass, "Master, m-may I have more? Could you please whip your slave again?"
Her blonde owner let out a satisfied cackle, disturbing the momentary peace and quiet in the room. A cackling like that drove shivers down her spine, and then, as she had requested, she felt another blow strike her rear.
Hinata screamed, her flesh rippling in response to the impact of the whip's abrupt strike on her body.
Naruto moaned, deep in his chest, "Hm, very well, harder it is."
Hinata felt her pussy grow even wetter upon hearing such words.
Only then, was Hinata granted another smack of the whip, but one of considerable strength and force.
And then another…
And another…
Her master's sadistic side was now showing itself, emerging from the hidden place deep inside of him.
Her master was an expert with the whip, and he had no problem using the flogger whip to target her pussy, her breasts, and her clamped nipples in certain motions.
He desired to mark every inch of her at this very moment in order to awaken her body, arouse her senses, and set the tone for her session.
The whip cracks had now become a continuous melody, flying through the air like undulating waves—as Hinata received hit after hit—hits so powerful she felt a searing sensation both on the surface of her skin and deep within her body.
Hinata was granted another strike, right upon her right breast. And then the other.
Naruto gleefully observed as her breasts jiggled in response to the flogger's strings slamming into them, creating vivid red markings on his slave's pale skin.
"Mmm, look at those fucking tits." He smacked them again, lunging his bulging arm forth so his whip could strike a hit on them.
Hinata wailed.
"Such big fucking tits you have, bouncing around and shit. Heh, makes me get a fucking hard-on."
Naruto launched his whip forward yet again but to strike her stomach through her body harness, a calculated movement that Hinata couldn't sense coming.
She was completely vulnerable.
She loved it so much.
After such a blow, the flogger's strings left several marks along the flesh that was exposed along her abdomen, worsening the trembling in her body. She found herself flailing backward in her binds.
"Ahh! M-Master!"
"What do you say to your master, slave, for whipping a desperate pain slut like you?"
Naruto growled, deep and low, "Scream that shit. I want you to scream it, bitch."
Another crack of the whip rang out.
Another scream.
Hinata didn't think twice about following orders. In the pitch-black world she was in, isolated solely to concentrate on the pain she had been given, she cried her appreciation to her master.
"Oooh, yes! Thank you for whipping a desperate pain slut like me, master!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Th-Thank y-ahh!"
Hinata received another smack, this one so intense that she felt dizzy and her body lost all control of feeling.
"Oooh fuck! Th-Thank you, master!!"
Due to her blindfold, the pain from the blows she received appeared to be the result of a far stronger force, one that halted her thoughts in their tracks. A force that awakened each nerve in her body, which then responded by convulsing and spasming. A force that made her body flutter about like a hapless, strung-up dummy.
Her limbs were wracked by agonizing heat that cried out from every nook and cranny of her body. Hinata could almost feel the burns and stinging bruises that disfigured her skin beginning to show; a physical representation of her master's sadism.
She could practically sense the crooked grin on his whiskered face as Naruto observed her bound, blinded, and burning red all over, like a hot tomato dangling in the sun.
The flogger's threads primarily struck her clit, sending a jolt of anguish from her toes and up to the top of her head.
Her thighs jiggled as she spasmed as if she was a lunatic.
She screeched out, screeching like a banshee, "Oh kami, master! Master!"
"Mmm, fuck yeah." She could hear Naruto moan, so close to her ear, voicing the sexual gratification he obtained by whipping her strung body raw.
He hummed, "Now that's my good little fuck toy."
Naruto decided this go around, to run the whip's strings just along her body in a horizontal manner.
Hinata moaned as she was caressed, sweat dripping down her entire body. Her tremors had become out of control as her body reacted reflexively to the welts that tainted every part of her; welts that left a never-ending ache that expanded everywhere.
Pulsating. Rippling. Burning her alive.
She heard her master moan yet again, even with her senses dazed, "Mmm, you always impress me, always following your master's orders like a good slut." Naruto hummed once more, "I think you deserve a reward."
Naruto switched his attention away from Hinata for a split second, leaving her to dangle and collect her breath after prior encounters.
Her moment of peace was short-lived, however, as a tremendous buzz suddenly echoed across the entire room and resounded directly in her ears; practically frightening her half to death.
Her breath hitched as she sensed her master approaching her again, the shadow of his form embracing her entirely, erupting a dark cloud to rein over her. She groaned when her braid was yanked roughly by his large hand and her head tilted far back; a sudden endeavor that sent chills down her spine.
Hinata was given absolutely no warning before being subjected to the pleasure portion of her session.
She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't prepare for what was to come.
Pleasure. Intense fucking pleasure.
And it came at her full force and without remorse.
Then, and only then, Hinata received a rapid burst of buzzing sensation that reverberated precisely between her legs, a vibration so powerful that it swept throughout her body like waves of shock.
She had no trouble guessing what toy would be the next one her master chose to play with her with.
Under the pressure of the current stimulation toy, Hinata writhed and groaned.
Master was now going to make her cum , with another one of his toys; the vibrator wand.
Hinata could feel the wand's circular head as it was rubbed back and forth along her clit, moving ever so slightly just to stimulate all areas and angles of the sensitive bud.
She could feel, even through her blindfold, how the rigid material from the wand pressed firmly against her aching pussy to deliver strong jolts of vibrations straight into her gut.
She couldn't breathe.
Hinata heaved, in and out, delivering deep groans and high-pitched screams to fill up the red room as her master tortured her with his vibrator wand; a device capable of making anyone come undone.
She could hear her master chuckle by her ear, a devious chuckle, "Aww, what's the matter, you're shaking, slave. Don't tell me you're about to cum already."
Hinata's lips trembled as she made every effort to stop the rapid build-up of her climax and the way her pussy became more sensitive and overstimulated, but she was powerless to stop herself.
The vibrator her blonde dominant held against her pussy was ruthless, never once letting up on its extraordinary pace or force.
No.
The toy buzzed at high frequency, cranked to breakneck speed, erupting its buzzing hum close to her pussy, and soon invading her body and buzzing her soul.
Hinata shuddered and shook so violently that she began to squirm more regularly within her confines. She even found her hips, at times, bucking away from the stimulation, to give her poor pussy a break, but her master merely held the vibrator close.
No, he did something much worse.
In response to her repeated attempts of edging away from the stimulation in an effort to maybe resist her climax and thereby his toy, her master purposely raised the bar.
"Ahh, now where do you think you're going, slave?"
Suddenly, she felt the intrusion of two thick fingers, barging inside of her pussy opening from the sexy hunk towering behind her.
Her pussy walls contracted around the fingers in an instant, and her stomach tensed to an intolerable degree.
Heat began to radiate from every pore of her existence, almost burning her alive.
Hinata thought the vibrator was intense, but the additional simulation added to the mix by her master's skillful fingers inside of her made her predicament much worse.
She was going to cum.
But she knew better.
The repercussions of disobeying such a rule were all but pounded into her head and lashed into her very being, always in the back of her mind as a reminder.
Hinata knew, oh, she knew.
It was the first rule Naruto gave her after she became his client, and he resented it highly when his slaves disobeyed it.
Never cum without his permission.
Never.
Oh, such a command never left Hinata's mind; every time she felt herself succumbing to her climax, she could almost hear the rich timbre of her blonde dominant's voice demanding otherwise.
Hinata knew, if she came, she would be severely punished.
As a result, she fought. As difficult as it was.
She fought hard.
Hinata's watery, lavender eyes rolled behind her blindfold as she was put through the wringer, her ears assaulted by the piercing sounds of a buzzing vibrator, liquids squelching about, and the smack of flesh on flesh.
Her master pounded her insides rapidly with his gloved fingers, smacking his palm firmly against her slick pussy lips.
With ease, Naruto penetrated her, pinpointing all of her vulnerable spots, and striking them all with such force and precision that she had no chance against.
Hinata's body tensed up, her thighs quivering, "Master, oh master! I'm gonna cum! Pl-Please may I-?"
She heard him scoff, "Cum? Oh no slave, the fun's only begun and you wish to cum so soon?"
"Yes, please master. Your fingers, y-your toy, feel so nyahh!"
The thrill prevailed once more when she felt the thick fingers inside her curl, filling her up even more and pressing just along her g-spot.
That caused her to make an awkward lurch forward in her ties, which held her firmly with all of their might, leaving her with no other option to remain in position.
Hinata began to hyperventilate.
The pleasure that struck her was becoming far too powerful.
She was going to cum!
Naruto cackled, "There, huh? Is that what that pretty pussy of yours wants?" Naruto spoke lewdly in her ear while keeping his device directly on her clit, which throbbed for dear life beneath the heft and pressure of the vibration toy.
Hinata's pussy secretions gushed and squirted all below her, splatting on the floor as her lower area was mercilessly drilled by her master's fingers. In and out. In and out.
Hinata stood no chance.
Naruto knew.
He could tell by how shaky her inner walls were, clamping against his rapidly moving fingers in a desperate fashion. Not to mention how much his slave was leaking; she was virtually drenching his gloves, fingers, and toy.
He laughed in her ear, watching as his slave came undone by his hands.
Her body shuddered.
Her inner walls fluttered against his fingers.
Naruto licked his lips, "Mmm, that's right; writhe and take my fingers, bitch. Writhe as I finger fuck that tight pussy of yours, that pussy that I own."
He gripped her tighter, never once putting a stop to his fingering, "Tell me, slave, whose pussy is this? Who does that pretty pink pussy of yours belong to, huh?"
"You! My pussy belongs to you, master!"
"Ahh, that's a good girl. You nearly convinced me to let you cum a second there." Naruto teased with a click of his tongue, "Tsk, I'm afraid you gotta try harder."
Hinata spasmed, her entire body growing flushed by her master's teasing. She couldn't help but whine. She wanted to cum so badly.
She begged.
"Please, master, m-m-may I cum? Please, oh please, may your slave cum? I-I beg of you."
"Mmm, yes, beg me to cum. Beg for it, like the dirty cumslut you are."
Once more, Hinata's eyes rolled, but this time it wasn't from the toy vibrating her clitoris or the enchanted fingers that played with her; instead, it was from the huskiness in her master's voice, speaking just next to her ear, which melted her entire soul.
The fact that Naruto was so close and speaking directly to her delicate ears was a further stimulus in her mind, one that she knew she could neither ignore nor resist.
She could, however, focus all of her concentration on the nipple clamps that clipped her nipples in order to fight against and delay her climax from the pleasure between her thighs.
Hinata focused on the pain.
Pain and pleasure are your friends here, slave.
Her master constantly told her so, and when she was denied her climax, Hinata found a method to avoid it for just a little bit longer—by relying on the antithesis of pleasure.
Pain .
Hinata whimpered and spasmed, biting her lip hard as she concentrated her entire attention on the nipple clamps, which squeezed her nipples with all of their might, inflicting a powerful wave of pain to rule her body alongside the pleasure.
It was only slightly helpful.
She found herself gritting her teeth and suppressing a cry as she felt the thick fingers inside her resist against her tight inner walls, spreading her open even further.
She could only spasm as her master's fingers finger fucked her pussy to its limits, barging within its wet domain to dictate its walls, sensibilities, secrets, and eventually abuse her cervix within; the hilt of her.
Her stomach tightened yet again, multiple orgasms crashed into her again.
Hinata couldn't hold back the squeal that burst out of her mouth, her heels thudding against the floor due to her tremors.
"Ahhh, oh kami, please, master, please let me cum. Please, you feel so good, master. Your fingers feel so good inside of me, I can't hold on-!"
"Cum, slut."
Only such words were said to her by her master, and when they escaped his lips, Hinata perceived them as acts of mercy. She constantly clung to such a word during their sessions; it was a goal she hoped to reach by being her master's good girl and earning it.
And with that, Hinata was finally permitted to let go, and she quickly attained her climax.
She gave her body permission to unwind, allowing her stomach's tension and her muscles to relax and instead give in to the feelings that the stimulation had ultimately brought out in her.
Her climax.
She let out a long, deep groan as she felt her floodgates burst wide open and allow her essences to escape through the hot, wet canals her master filled up to spill out of her and coat everything in sight.
Hinata squirted her essence with multiple high-pitched cries that rang in Naruto's ears and bounced off the walls.
Her body jerked wildly in her binds as body-shaking spasms gripped her, causing her breasts to shake, her heels to clatter against the floor, and ultimately white spots to cover her already blinded vision.
The essence inside of her splattered everywhere, but not once was she freed from the intense stimulation that led her to cum so much in the first place.
Naruto hummed, deep in her ear, which only led more of her essence to squirt out of her, "Mmm, fuck. I just love how your body loses control when you cum, baby."
Naruto allowed Hinata to ride her climax to the bitter end, and he even granted her another chance to cum, doing so with a cackle.
"Oh, come now, you can give me more than that."
Hinata's lips trembled at the sound of her sadistic master's words.
"Let's get you to cum one more time. For me, baby, one more fucking time."
Hinata squealed as her world was once more ruled by the powerful vibration of the wand and the constant thrusting of her master's fingers, which penetrated her so deeply that she felt him right in the pit of her stomach.
Not long after, she came again, squirting more of her essence with cries as another merciless orgasm crashed into her.
When it was all through, her muscles were like mere jelly, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed under the blindfold, and she was absolutely out of breath.
Her whole body blushed bright crimson as she heard her master laugh alongside her ear, praising her.
"There we go, slut. Cum. Get it all over my floor, just like that."
Her body was full of tremors as her master removed his toy and slipped his totally wet gloved fingers out of her, her pussy sensitive to touch, and her clit raw, jerking irregularly
Her position worsened as her master's gloved hands smacked her pussy lips numerous times, activating the sensitive nerves inside once more.
Hinata screamed, spasming, as overpowering shockwaves struck her as a result of her master's rough touch on her delicate pussy.
"Mmm, look at that. Your pussy's grown all sensitive, slave. Heh."
Her master made such a remark solely to tease her and amuse himself.
But he didn't keep up with his teasing for long and ultimately he moved away from her, relieving her of any further stimulation.
Hinata was left hanging there with no vitality left in her body, trembling, and moaning like a maniac.
But it was not over.
Through her dazed senses and blurred perception, she completely missed the shuffling of fabric, the click of a button, and the thud that followed afterward.
Hell, she even missed her master's words, which indicated his next move.
"I'm not finished with you, slut. It's about time I put that gorgeous hole of yours to good use."
Only then did she feel her braid pulled back, allowing her head to tilt back harshly once more. Her hair strands cried out for freedom, but the euphoric rush of pain that swept through her body only enhanced how amazing she felt.
Her latex heels shifted and rattled over the floor as she was forced to bend over, exposing her pussy and allowing it to be filled with something hotter, harder, and thicker.
Her master's cock.
It was all so sudden.
Her screams, she knew, could be heard for miles as her pussy was introduced to Naruto's well-endowed cock, which filled every nook and crevice inside of her, barging against her walls and reaching far deeper inside of her than his fingers did.
He didn't give her a chance to prepare.
Naruto slammed his hips into hers from behind with such power that she choked on her saliva many times, frequently forgot how to breathe, and once again had to battle against her climax.
The chains to her cuffs jingled like bells in her ears. The smack of muscles crashing into her sensuous skin propelled her forward, sending forth smacks of flesh on flesh to fill the entire vicinity.
Naruto's cock, so huge and marvelous, dominated her pussy and showed no remorse. His cock, like a cock crafted by the gods, was able to subdue her physical frame, forcing her mind to focus on it and only on it.
She could feel the cock of her master screw with her brain, muck up her insides, and further make her body fall in love as it pummeled her. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Her master whispered aggressively in her ear as he held her back by only her braid, forcing her to take his cock. He stuffed her to the brim and laughed as he ordered her to take it, to take every inch of his cock and cum just when he wished.
He repeated numerous times how her pussy belonged to him and only him, hell, her entire body. He muttered numerous dirty phrases in her ears with that husky voice of his like a lewd incubus, craving her desire.
Her soul.
Naruto relished in the control he had over her, savored the moments he made her lose control of her facial expressions and exude ones of absolute ecstasy, of mindless bliss.
Naruto's cock drilled her core, and like an infinite cycle, her tongue barged out of her mouth, her eyes rolled in the back of her head behind her blindfold, and saliva splattered all over his floor from the cracks of her lips.
Hinata was pushed to the brink of her climax over and over, like a vicious circle, driven utterly insane by her master's cock alone.
"Yes!! Oh yes! Thank you, master! Thank you so much!"
Hinata screamed, praising her master for fucking her so well and for blessing her naughty pussy with such a magnificent cock as his to fill and pleasure until content.
She couldn't contain her joy.
The midnight blue-haired sub grinned, a drunken grin as she felt a slap delivered to her ass before her master's gloved hand rushed to cup her face and suffocate her by covering her mouth and nose.
Her eyes rolled as she sank deeper into her master's arms. The strong sensation in her groin, granted to her pussy, was growing stronger and stronger seemingly every second, giving her a sense that she was truly floating off to another world.
Hinata was enjoying herself so much, she couldn't stop her body from trembling.
Her bound body rocked back and forth with little control, acting as nothing more than a toy under her master's command.
That's all she was after all. A toy for her master.
A toy that would only move as its owner desired.
A toy that delighted to be played with, with every waking hour. A toy that was disciplined, taught, paid attention to, and given a sense of purpose.
A toy that always received acceptance, comfort, approval, and safety, and was always content in the end; always getting exactly what it wanted. A toy that was cherished and taken care of with special aftercare and compassion from its owner.
Hinata was grateful for every moment Naruto spent with her, fucking her and revealing to her what true pleasure felt like, joy that no sex toy, hell, no other man could match.
And when his deep voice whispered to her through his husky groans and moans that she may cum…
"Cum, slut. Cum for your master. Cum all over this dick. "
Hinata didn't hold back. She did just that.
She came all over her master's dick, hell, everywhere.
And that wasn't her last time.
Hinata came again and again while her master played with her behind the closed doors of his red room, providing her with exactly what she desired for her session.
Naruto carried out every nasty kink in her mind, every want her body desired, and more. He pushed her to the brink of insanity and then gladly pushed her even further, leaving her as a broken toy soaked in sweat, saliva, and cum.
But at the end, she was kissed and held tight, promised an entire night of aftercare, including a bath full of remedies, oil, and floral decorations for her weary body to soak in. Aftercare, in which every part of her body would be cared for and massaged, and her long hair would be unbraided, thoroughly cleansed, and brushed.
It was during these moments that her master took care of all the welts and bruises he had caused on her body, stroking them away, treating them with ointment and cream, and enveloping her skin with the warmth of his large hands.
In such moments, Hinata was reinvented, valued, and made special. She was given access to a softer side of her master in such moments, one where he lets go of his domineering disposition and shows her love and adoration, kissing every inch of her body as if it were his own.
After each of their sessions, he would promise her that, and each time, he kept his word by lulling her body into a state of regeneration and sending her to sleep with his enchanted hands.
Naruto always kept his promises.
And so, Hinata kissed her master in return and made a vow to stay by his side and serve as his collared submissive for as long as she lived. She assured him with a kiss on his lips that he had made the right decision in selecting her as his one and only slave.
Fortunately, after her session was finished, her blindfold was removed, allowing her to see the happiness on her handsome master's face as he expressed it, right before he kissed her once again.
Naruto gripped her tight, and Hinata accepted it.
She accepted every part of him. Good and bad.
And he accepted every aspect of her. All shades.
"I'm entirely yours, Naruto-sama. Only yours alone."
"And I am yours. Always, my good girl."
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Notes:
A.N.
So, this one was pretty extreme. 🤭 My bad. I went overboard again.
But didn't I tell ya Master Naruto was coming?? Well here he is and all of his sexy, dominant, and sadistic glory. 😂🫠
This chapter was dedicated to Master Naruto and his role as dominating, much like I did when I wrote Mistress Hinata and gave her the spotlight.
However, I wanted him to be so utterly enamored with Hinata—his collared slave—that he would do anything to please her.
So, aside from the explicit bdsm themes, the toys, and the whips, the two are dependent on one another, in love with one another, and eager to put each other's needs before their own.
So their relationship isn't only about Hinata submitting to torture and Naruto issuing harsh, brutal demands, heh.. heh.
It's more then that, as you look deeper within.
But uh, I must be honest with you all and admit that writing this one took longer than I had hoped. I'm not really sure why. However, I'm just happy that another one-shot is finished.
Another one will shortly be updated!
Nevertheless, besides that, I sincerely hope you all enjoyed this freaky one-shot. As I usually say, there will undoubtedly be more to come.
Don't forget to comment and leave kudos! I would deeply appreciate it!
And as always, take care! 💗
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Chapter 13: ❦Submission❦
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Hinata experiences a rude awakening when her boyfriend, Naruto, excites the night by embracing his dark side, revealing a side of him she had never seen before. A part of him that will expose all of her dirty fantasies and drive her in total submission.
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Notes:
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Submission
There was a problem.
Hinata had no trouble recognizing it.
After spending a significant amount of time away from Konohagakure on a particular mission, her beloved finally arrived back home as the sun was setting.
As usual, Hinata greeted Naruto with a clean house, a delicious meal, and countless embraces and kisses to express her excitement and joy for his return.
But there was something wrong.
Something was different.
Hinata observed that Naruto appeared a little... agitated, but that his emotions were tightly suppressed and barely reflected on his face.
But Hinata noticed Naruto's inner turmoil.
She noticed.
Naruto was very tense—with his whiskered cheeks clamped, his body stiff, and his speech highly limited.
The only words he said to her were "hello" and "thank you" before she found herself bent over the kitchen counter, her garments strewn all over the floor, and her body penetrated roughly from behind.
Hinata didn't voice any complaints about her lover's urgent desire for sex. Due to his extended time away from home, it was entirely reasonable for him to feel this much sexual frustration and tension.
It was customary for them to engage in sexual activities as soon as Naruto arrived, roughly fucking her on every piece of furniture around in an attempt to be inside her, to hold her close.
Against the wall, on top of the dining table, across the kitchen counter, hell, even on the floor.
For Hinata, nights like this one were fairly commonplace.
In an effort to please Naruto and alleviate the pain that his departure from her had caused him, Hinata was always happy to open her legs to him whenever he desired.
But tonight, however, was entirely different.
Soon enough, their playtime proceeded from their kitchen to their bedroom, where Naruto lifted Hinata up with ease and placed her on his waist so that her bare limbs could tightly clutch his body of muscles.
The short-haired blonde said nothing the entire while, merely gripping Hinata's body as close to his own as he could, his arms enveloping her backside.
Hinata gazed into her lover's eyes, noting how cloudy and inscrutable they were, a display that was unusual for her blonde lover.
Looking into Naruto's dark blue eyes at the moment gave her an impression that her beloved was rather distant.
Lost in another world.
Hinata wished she could ask Naruto what was wrong, but every time she opened her lips to speak, her lover raced forward to capture them. He merely silenced, kissed, and swallowed her words of further interrogation of his mental state, leaving her flustered and speechless.
It didn't take Naruto long to enter their dark bedroom after stumbling through the halls of the cozy house they shared.
With a single kick of his foot and a resonant growl, Naruto shut their open bedroom door behind him with a loud slam, jolting Hinata into his arms.
Her lips quiver, and her midnight blue locks slid forward to obscure her worried gaze. She looked up at her significant other as he steadily carried her to the room's enormous bed, his gaze fixed on his intended target rather than her.
The midnight blue-haired woman whimpered, clutching her lover's broad shoulders tightly.
"N-Naruto-kun-kyahh!"
In one quick motion, the stern blonde snatched her nude body from his person and flung her effortlessly on the bed, almost instantly quieting her speech.
"Don't talk." He hissed in a raspy tone, his only other words since returning home.
Hinata landed on the bed with a solid crash, her delicate body bouncing up and down among the cushion fabric, her limbs tangled in the blankets.
Given the amount of force Naruto used in his throw, she made a severe impact on the comfy bed, which was not at all kind to her. The rippling material slapped her in the face, chest, and stomach, briefly making breathing difficult.
The immense force that smacked against her head and her entire body caused her breath to catch in her throat.
As a result of Naruto's sudden harshness with her body, her heart began beating rapidly, and worry permeated every part of her.
Several whimpers passed her gaping lips, her body wriggling along the bed in response to her sudden position change and the surge that engulfed her entire body.
But once the midnight blue-haired woman returned her gaze to her blonde lover, she saw him gripping his head and whimpering loudly to himself.
His tanned features were stretched apart to display his clenched teeth, his elongated whiskered cheeks, his furrowed brows, and the immense amount of pain within his darkened blue eyes.
His upper body was slumped over, clutching his head with all his might as a means of relieving his agony.
He whimpered, "Ahh, my head." He groaned under his breath, his voice leaking into the dark room and into the ears of his girlfriend, who found the entire situation deeply concerning.
Hinata's lips gaped, her beautiful lavender eyes widening as she watched her naked companion begin sweating.
Throughout, he gripped his head with both his bandaged and left hand, letting forth anguished groans.
She whimpered, clutching the sheets beside her naked form tightly, "Naruto-kun, wh-wh-what's wrong?"
She was instantly met by a loud shush and then a flash of icy blue eyes settling on her, freezing her to the core. Naruto seethed, "I said don't talk. Argh, I can't think straight, dammit."
Hinata's lips trembled, ignoring Naruto's previous order, for his own benefit anyway, "I-I can help you, Naruto-kun. But you must tell me what's wrong." Hinata paused when she heard another moan of pain slip from her lover's lips.
She bit her lower lip nervously as she met Naruto's gaze once more, but this time she was struck by how his stare froze her in place, sending a wave of dread and confusion through her entire body.
Her naked body felt heavy against the bed, weighed down by emotions she never knew she would ever feel because of her lover.
'What is wrong with my Naruto-kun?' Hinata pondered gravely, her heart heaving with worry. She wanted to get up, move closer to her distressed lover, and drape her arms around him to ease his pain and suffering.
However, she was unable to escape the fear that had taken hold of her after hearing Naruto's stern tone of voice and even the impolite demand that he earlier directed at her.
Hinata failed to move; all she did was stare, her mouth gaping open, and her eyes wide.
Naruto groaned, rubbing his whiskered cheeks back and forth with his hands before he lifted his head forth, revealing the strain in his eyes.
He hummed lowly, shaking his head, "My love, there is no reason to be frightened. After all, Hinata-chan, you have the ability to help me. You are the key to aid my condition."
Hinata beamed up in surprise due to the words that passed her lover's lips, her fists gripping the sheets tighter to her person, "R-Really? Oh thank goodness!" Hinata breathed out in relief, "I-I would love to help you, Naruto-kun."
Oddly enough, Naruto's eyes darkened, "I was hoping you would say that." The blonde male gave her an order by nodding his head, keeping her rooted in place with those icy blue orbs of his, "Go on, why don't you lay down for me, yeah? Spread your legs too."
Hinata obeyed without any hesitation.
She made the decision first to scoot a bit further on the bed, her limbs brushing softly against the sheets but in turn, sullying them completely.
But she noticed as she moved, her blonde lover did too.
He stared at her like a ravenous animal, practically drooling at the mouth, as he marched forward and crawled on top of the bed towards her.
His eyes never left her, only gazing quite eerily at everything that she possessed.
Hinata observed that his attention shifted from the top of her to the bottom of her, initially focusing intently on her two lavender orbs. He immediately noticed the immense perplexity that lay within them, yet there was also undeniably allegiance and loyalty present; a loyalty to do whatever he ordered her regardless.
His icy blue eyes fell down to Hinata's shifting arms, which were pushed behind her to help wriggle her way to the center of the bed, retreating away from Naruto's impending body.
But regardless, he followed her.
He watched her.
His blue eyes wandered to her flushed cheeks, which appeared to be slightly reddened by her emotions, but such a blush was gradually spreading nearly to every one of her facial features.
Naruto lowered his gaze slowly to take in her bouncing breasts, which seemed to shine in the dim light, given that his lover's entire curvaceous body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat due to her stirred emotions.
Her Double-D-sized breasts certainly made an impression by bouncing up and down temptingly due to her steady movement, effortlessly capturing the blonde male's attention.
The blonde grinned as he used his eyes to follow the smooth contours of her two breasts—large, creamy, and perky—all of which were present for his pleasure.
Her breasts shook and wobbled as her chest rose and fell in tune with her breathing, highlighting her perky pink tits and her dark pink areolas—features that only served to exacerbate Naruto's peculiar situation.
His eyes sped down to pick up her narrow but curvy waist, her luscious pale thighs, her petite legs, and her gorgeous toes.
He couldn't help but lick his lips.
Naruto sized his woman up as if she was nothing more than a meal to him, looking over his dish for any imperfections, anything that would dissatisfy him.
He saw nothing of the sort.
His midnight blue-haired angel was incredibly stunning, utterly flawless, and it is that same fact that has landed him in his current bind.
A stinging ache impacted his skull once more, the source of which felt like a kick from within his own consciousness, leading him to react immediately.
The whiskered blonde groaned again, flinging his hand up to grasp the side of his head, just as Hinata fully obeyed his command, lying entirely on the bed and spreading her legs wide.
She completely revealed herself to her lover, revealing her inner thighs, her sensitive clitoris, and her gleaming pink pussy lips that were completely covered in her love juices as a result of the fun that the two had partaken in just moments earlier.
But she immediately halted her efforts when she saw Naruto grasping his head, once more exhibiting signals that something was wrong.
Very wrong.
She found herself jolting back up immediately, relinquishing her posture to finally become more firm on the current issue.
She gently gripped Naruto's shoulder with one hand and slid her other hand forward to feel against his forehead, "O-Oh Naruto-kun, you must tell me what is the matter. A-Are you ill?"
She was given a grumble, moan, and shake of the head.
She anxiously touched Naruto's forehead with the back of her hand, but she felt nothing abnormal.
His skin wasn't hot, but he was sweating and in agony, as if he were breaking out in a cold sweat, which was a very serious discovery.
His skin was slightly pale, damp, and clammy, indicating that something was very wrong with her beloved.
Hinata wept, brushing her hands down and clutching both of his shoulders instead. She gripped his skin tightly, digging her fingers into his tense muscles.
"Naruto-kun, please talk to me. Are you h-hurt? Please, you have to tell me." Hinata begged in desperation.
She was further kept in the dark when Naruto merely shook his head once again.
He even went so far as to extend his own arms and gently yank her hands away from him, placing her two limbs in her lap.
"No, no, I just-" Naruto abruptly halted his speech to turn away, inching himself to the edge of the bed, "I-I just need a minute. I don't feel like myself."
Hinata now pressed down on her knees, worriedly peered at the backside of her blonde lover, her hands resting in her lap, her fists balled up against her body.
Her long midnight blue hair slid down her shoulders and chest, tickling her skin as she sat upright on the bed.
She watched in silence as Naruto groaned in agony, clutching his head and rocking his body back and forth. Due to his frequent movements, the bed creaked considerably, but it wasn't enough to shake her out of her daze.
The few words Naruto said to her this particular night kept repeating in her mind, perplexing her even more.
"My love, there's no need to be frightened."
"You are the key to aid my condition."
"I just need a minute. I don't feel like myself."
As Hinata carefully examined the situation, many nagging thoughts began to appear in her mind, her fear for her blonde lover only intensifying.
'What does it all mean?' Hinata mused to herself, considering Naruto's actions and words. His behavior was unlike anything she had ever seen.
Naruto has never acted in such a way, in such anguish and distress, and so resorting to keeping her in the dark.
Naruto told her everything. She was his confidante, and he was hers.
He came to her about anything, good or bad; everything was exposed to her, and she welcomed his fears and anxieties with open arms.
He'd never shut her out or kept her in the dark before, not like he was now.
Naruto's mind didn't seem to be present at this time, but rather somewhere else, trapped in a stupor as an obvious indicator of his restricted communication.
Hinata feared immensely that his peculiar condition was related to the prior mission he had undergone.
She was convinced that an adversary had poisoned him, cursed him by an unknown jutsu, or worse, ensnared his mind in some kind of genjutsu.
Whatever it was, Hinata knew it was very bad news.
On that note, Hinata grew an urge to explore her fears, in a covert manner anyway.
She first made the decision to use her Byakugan to further examine Naruto's chakra and determine for herself whether any other chakra that she was unaware of was interfering with his chakra flow.
If this is the case, she will be able to identify it thanks to her vast expertise and perceptive kekkei genkai and will be able to quickly expel any unidentified chakra.
She would accomplish this by tapping into her lover's chakra flow in order to neutralize any potential genjutsu that might be activated.
With that strategy in mind, Hinata exhaled a quiet breath to calm her body, merely concentrating on her own body and chakra. She drifted away from the moment, ignoring her lover's frequent groans and moans to freely submit herself to her kekkei genkai.
She blew out another breath.
"Byakugan." She mumbled as quietly as she could before fully opening her eyes, her kekkei genkai now activated.
A swarm of straggly veins of varying lengths protruded beneath her two lavender eyes and wound like pathways underneath her pale skin.
Her lavender eyes were set in a narrowed form, blazing in a state of supreme insight as she focused her gaze solely on Naruto's form in front of her.
With her Byakugan active, she could freely see all of Naruto's chakra networks that were aligned inside his entire body.
She always knew that if Naruto was truly free of all genjutsu and dark chakra, then his entire body would be covered in vibrant blue chakra glands that would vibrate and pulse like small embers.
Hinata recalls how lively his chakra glands were and how they always bestowed upon her a sense of blazing warmth and protection. She always took great pleasure in relishing his chakra nature, allowing it to completely engulf her whole body and transport her to a state of tranquility.
She sincerely wished she could declare that at this precise time, his chakra was the same as it had always been.
But it wasn't.
Hinata watched in horror as bursts of dark chakra, chakra in the form of a black shade corrupted various areas of his chakra system.
Certain blue glands were corrupted by the present dark chakra, which appeared to be spreading and spanning all throughout his entire body, beginning in the center of his chest, where his seal was located.
Such black energy rested there, inside his core, like a scorching inferno, erupting viciously and violently; a state far different from Naruto's chakra typically operates.
The black chakra seemed to travel in all directions from his sacral chakra route, attempting to take over every last bit of him.
It was now obvious why he was in such excruciating pain, grasping his head, groaning and grunting. It was all because of the terrible state his chakra system was currently in.
It appeared that a dark source of some kind was corrupting him, trying its best to take over.
'But what?' Hinata thought to herself in a slight panic.
Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened in horror at what she was currently witnessing.
She had never seen anything like it before.
She has never felt anything like it before.
Darkness.
Pure darkness.
Such a sensation appeared to beckon to her, staring back at her as she was currently staring at it. It was as though the darkness itself was a living entity that was actively trying to reach her.
Such a sensation led goosebumps to form all over her skin, as well as chills to run up and down her spine.
As she gazed in a stupor at Naruto's distorted chakra, she experienced a sense of imprisonment—exactly like the black force looming over her desire.
She whimpered.
'Whatever that is… Whatever is hurting Naruto-kun, is not a genjutsu.' Hinata noted in her head in fear, unable to put a finger on exactly what was the problem.
She didn't know what was the matter but she knew she had to do something.
With that in mind, she took the ultimate decision to act rather than sit by and watch her companion suffer alone.
She has to help him.
So, now that her Byakugan was active, she opted to strike at the primary chakra area in Naruto's body that was infected in an attempt to block the flow of corrupted chakra in his body.
The chakra point in the sacral position will suffice.
Naruto will be rendered unconscious as a result of her decision to cut off one of his primary chakra nodes, but it was necessary to put an end to his condition before it worsened.
She was willing to take the risk in order to help her Naruto-kun.
In keeping with her hasty plan, Hinata took the chance of hitting Naruto in the backside with two of her fingers by hurling them forward quickly.
Her fingers glided through the air with grace yet ferocity, building up wind throughout the room with her quick strike.
She pushed forward with clenched teeth and narrowed eyes, determined to attack her boyfriend and render him unconscious.
But her plan did not go the way she had hoped.
Right in front of her eyes, her strike was halted by a large hand that grabbed her limb at cutthroat speed and an iron grip, accompanied by a loud smack—a sound that terrified her to the core.
Her body was halted in a split second, her plan to assault no longer hidden but now exposed yet thwarted before it could even begin.
The scene in front of her was completely mind-boggling, to the point Hinata experienced a strong but negative emotion that fully overwhelmed her, impeding her breathing.
Fear.
Raw fear.
Hinata trembled in her spot as she returned her attention to her boyfriend, who had lifted his arm, one hand clutching her wrist.
His backside was still facing her, his head lowered, and his gaze averted entirely. He was no longer moaning in anguish or misery; instead, he was deafeningly silent, not saying a single word and remaining still.
His left arm, on the other hand, was stretched behind him, away from his torso, aiming to deflect her attack.
Hinata whimpered as she felt Naruto tighten his grip on her wrist, squeezing her limb firmly within his grasp. But what perplexed her was his delicate act of intimacy, stroking circles across her flesh with his thumb.
She pulled her other hand to her chest, cradling her limb close to her person for comfort, "N-Naruto-kun, a-are you okay?"
Due to the mounting terror in her body, her voice was now timid in the room, just above a whisper.
A shake echoed off her body as she maintained her lavender gaze fixed on Naruto's own body, which gave off highly unsettling sensations.
Hinata could no longer feel any warmth from his chakra, only a deadly chill that exacerbated her trembling, harsh breathing, and rapid heartbeat.
Hinata observed as Naruto slowly lifted his head and then twisted it in an odd direction, causing it to periodically crack and pop.
His grip tightened on her wrist once more, causing Hinata to whimper. But it was only the emergence of her voice that finally granted her Naruto's attention and the answers to his strange dilemma.
A wicked chuckle escaped his lips and filled the entire room, reverberating off the bedroom walls and ultimately flooding into her ears, chilling her to the bone.
"Oh, my sweet, sweet Hinata-chan. I've never been better."
After those horrific remarks, Naruto finally lifted his head and returned her gaze, exhibiting a look that scared her shitless.
There before her, sporting a maniacal grin that outstretched his lips and exposed his sharp canines, was a monster in the form of her lover.
His eyes were no longer the same as they were before, with irises as red as blood, and scleras as black as the corrupted chakra inside of his body.
With an expression that screamed terror, he beamed at her, his grin extending from one ear to the other.
The sight before Hinata was absolutely frightening and one thing and one thing only came to mind.
That is not her lover.
That is not Naruto-kun.
With a scream, she wrenched her hand out of the crazed monster's grasp with all of her might, effectively freeing herself from his clutches.
"Let go of me!! Get away!" Hinata shouted as well before stumbling away from the bed in an effort to force herself to her feet.
She nearly fell on her ass several times while struggling to get away from the monster that was currently sitting on her bed, but she managed to regain her equilibrium just enough to stand upright.
But never once did she look away from the red eyes that were piercing her soul from a distance.
The spiky-haired blonde's head was angled over his left shoulder, his body paused in the same position as before as if he was frozen in place.
But his smile never wavered; in fact, as he observed her, it grew at the edges, which freaked Hinata out even more.
The midnight blue-haired woman screeched in terror and reached back to grip the dresser behind her, clutching the hard material for comfort, "Oh kami. Wh-What's going on?"
Another chuckle filled up the room which silenced her cries but increased her tremors.
Her terrified state was so intense that her Byakugan ultimately deactivated, leaving her without the ability of her kekkei genkai at all.
As a result, the veins that had once spread from her eyelids vanished, and the glow that her orbs gave off faded, causing her eyes to return to their natural lavender hue.
Her legs wobbled back and forth from beneath her, as did her arms, as she watched as the monster that was dwelling in her lover's body finally took a stand.
He effortlessly pulled himself from the bed, only to stand flat on the carpet floor, exposing every inch of his naked backside to her.
Hinata watched as the red-eyed male cast a glance over his shoulder, further pinning her to her position. He examined her with one visible eye, his red iris draping up and down her trembling, nude form.
He licked his lips, "Ahh, now aren't you a marvel-"
"Where is Naruto-kun? What have you done with him!!" Hinata screamed at the top of her lungs, her lavender eyes narrowed and her teeth clenched. She observed as the red-eyed monster's smile faded as a result of her demanding questions, and he instead furrowed his brows.
He grumbled deeply before turning away from the bed and taking a single step around it to face her.
Hinata tensed up.
The blonde maniac clicked his tongue and turned in her direction to expose the entirety of his naked body.
His tan muscles flexed and clenched in response to his movements, and the blue veins that had been hidden inside of him began to emerge and rise to the surface across his ripped frame.
His chest was accompanied by strong muscles, a six-pack that enhanced the intimidating seal tattooed around his navel. But at the moment, the seal was blinking continuously from black to white; as if glowing.
Hinata, bewildered, stood back and watched him from a distance, her lips quivering.
As more and more time elapsed, she could feel her shock grow exponentially.
She could not, for the life of her, wrap her head around the scene before her.
She couldn't make sense of it all.
It seemed as though she was witnessing her beloved change into a completely different entity. The being that was before her seemed completely transformed from the Naruto she knew and loved, becoming more chiseled and buff.
'But how can that be? Where has my Naruto-kun gone?’ Hinata reflected in her mind, extremely perplexed.
In silence, the blonde monster occupying her lover's body stepped across the floor with ease, bringing him to a position where he could face Hinata head-on.
However, his new position revealed another monstrous aspect of him that appeared to have transformed as well.
Hinata's cheeks flushed crimson when she noticed the red-eyed male's well-endowed cock rock back and forth between his thighs as he moved, swinging and swaying with little control at all.
His cock, which sprouted from a patch of blonde hair and sported a thick girth and a monstrously furious tip, was discovered completely erect, active, and eager to play.
Hinata swore she felt her heart skip a beat, her gaze fixed on his veiny, bulging manhood for a little longer than she would have liked.
Before answering her earlier query, the blonde beast grinned at her, once more displaying one of his maniacal grins.
"Oh, love, that is where you are mistaken. I am your Naruto-kun-"
"No! You're lying."
The wicked blonde laughed before tilting his blonde head in response to Hinata's refusing cries.
"Oh, but I am-"
"No!! You can't be!"
"Alright, fine." The husky voice of the blonde monster growled, baring his teeth in frustration. He gave his lips a smack, "I must confess that I am not the Naruto you are familiar with, but rather a mere extension, a fragment of him."
Hinata was quick to shake her head in denial, gripping the wooden material of the dresser behind her tighter, "No, I don't believe a single word you say. Naruto-kun is not comparable to you in any way. Even if what you say is true, as his lover, he would have told me about you beforehand-"
"Ahh, but, you see, it's your dear Naruto-kun who is the reason I'm standing here in front of you now, in command after all of this time."
"Wh-What?" Hinata whimpered in disbelief, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach as she tried to make sense of the ominous blonde's words, her eyes racing over the monstrous figure in front of her.
She grimaced.
Even his height was unusual, soaring into the sky like a giant, towering over her from afar. The blonde monster looked down at her with those piercing red eyes of his, which lacked pupils and were instead shrouded in a venomous crimson with an accompanying black veil.
Her lover's gorgeous cerulean eyes, which she always found appealing to gaze into and lose herself in, were gone, entirely gone.
Hinata began to hyperventilate, "Wh-What are you talking about?"
She watched as the red-eyed male clicked his tongue before beginning to take a step toward her.
She backed into the dresser even further, trying desperately to keep as much distance between them as possible.
She shook her head, "Don't. Don't come any closer."
The grinning maniac chuckled due to her movement, but he did halt, "You see, your precious Naruto-kun is taking a nap at the moment, resting so as to give me complete and total control to carry out my end of the bargain."
"B-Bargain? Wh-What kind of bargain?"
The ominous blonde male took another step forward, rushing one hand forth to wave it about.
He grinned, "You want me to let you in on a little secret, hm, sweetheart?"
In an instant, Hinata nodded, eager to learn everything she could about her beloved Naruto-kun.
In response to her remark, the dark being in front of her expressed satisfaction and rejoiced at the chance to inform her of the information she was still in the dark about.
She watched as the sinister blonde grinned yet again, his red eyes sparking in the darkness, "I must confess, that your little boy toy has made the decision to compromise with his dark side. He has once more embraced the darkest parts of himself in an effort to please…" The blonde male pointed one finger forth, directing it at the shaky midnight blue-haired woman from afar. He narrowed his crimson eyes, "you."
Hinata's eyebrows shot sky high, "M-Me?"
Her entire mood began to change due to devastation, and for once she was now berating the heavens because of Naruto's impulsive decision.
'Oh Naruto-kun, what have you done? What have I led you to do?' Hinata mused quite intensely in her brain, battling her feelings once more.
She whimpered, shaking her head, "Why? Why on earth would Naruto do such a thing-?"
She watched as Dark Naruto, the dark side of her lover, clicked his tongue, folding his limbs, including his bandaged prosthetic arm across his broad chest.
"Oh my sweet, sweet, Hinata-chan. You do not see it, do you? Naruto comes to you about all of his faults, all of his flaws, but this time, my dear, I'm afraid he possesses a problem only I can help him with."
Hinata's breath hitched, her chest heaving.
Dark Naruto raised his head, "After all, he is severely torn apart and has been for some time now. It's a shame to say, but I think he believes he's been disappointing you, my dear."
"Disappointing me?" Hinata's brows furrowed in concern. Her long hair seemed to follow her motion as she shook her head for the thousandth time, which the monstrous blonde undoubtedly observed with those diabolical eyes of his.
He hummed, low in his throat.
"No! No, you've got it all wrong. Naruto-kun could never disappoint me-"
"Oh, but it sure seems that way, hun." The spiky-haired blonde took another step forward, shrugging his broad shoulders, "He seems to feel as if he cannot successfully gratify you, not in a way that you deserve to be gratified. It's a shame how much such an issue has been bothering him, and you weren't able to notice it."
The blonde male's words were now produced in low growls, slipping through clenched teeth to fill up the dark room around him.
With every word that the monstrous blonde in front of Hinata spoke, her trembling grew worse and worse, never once seeming to cease.
She stared at the altered version of her lover in mixed emotions, trapped in a world of confusion due to the situation that was presented to her.
She swallowed nervously, "I-I don't u-understand-"
The blonde male leaned his heavy-set body over, pulling his arms wide apart, "Oh my love, have I not spoken a single word to you? Have you not been listening?"
"I-I have b-but-"
"So it is easy to decipher that your precious Naruto-kun has finally allowed me—the darkest part of him to emerge to help fulfill you, to fuck you just as you've always wanted to be fucked."
Dark Naruto chuckled, "So, I help your precious Naruto-kun, he helps you, and I get to finally have you, therefore, we all can be happy, eh? One big happy couple."
Hinata's breathing instantly became more rapid, her eyes widening as she heard her lover's deepened voice declare his intentions in terms she could comprehend.
The blonde lunatic was talking about sex.
Sexual intercourse.
Hinata found herself shaking her head yet again out of fear, "No, I will not do anything with the likes of you. You are not the Naruto-kun I know. You are not Naruto-kun-"
A deep roar erupted from the booming chest of the red-eyed male from a distance, instantly silencing all of Hinata's remarks and putting an end to her retaliation.
Dark Naruto growled, dragging his red eyes down to the floor. He cursed, clenching one fist, "Damnit, that bastard said you'd cooperate. He assured me that you would obey for his sake." He muttered underneath his breath before lifting his head, to plant his eyes back on his terrified lover yet again.
He realized Hinata was now staring at him with widened eyes, obviously catching what he had muttered.
Dark Naruto took another step forward again, clicking his tongue, "How about this—if I provide you a better explanation, perhaps you'll think twice about your picky attitude, yeah?"
Hinata whimpered.
Dark Naruto grinned.
He nodded, interpreting her whimper as a yes, and so, he went on with his plans anyhow.
"Well then, the circumstances are pretty straightforward, I assure you, love. Naruto and I share a mind, a body, and a soul. We are one and the same."
Dark Naruto took a step forward.
"His pain is my pain."
Another step.
"His hatred is my hatred."
Another step.
"His weaknesses are my own." Dark Naruto shrugged his shoulders, "As well as his strengths."
Another step.
Dark Naruto's eyes shone brighter, soaking up Hinata's look of sheer shock, a sight that signified she was finally getting it.
He licked his lips before taking his place directly in front of his desire, his crimson gaze fixated on Hinata's gleaming lavender ones.
He moaned, "We have lots in common, sweetheart. But most of all, we share the same devotion and love…for you."
Hinata's breath caught in her throat as she felt a warm body crash against her own, a rock-hard chest brushing across her perky tits.
Now, there was nowhere to run.
She was suddenly pinned against the dresser she had wished to use as a retreat, the dark alter-ego of her boyfriend forcing her into a corner.
He pinned her further to her spot by extending his arms and encircling her bare body with them. He slid his muscular limbs back to clutch her hands against the dresser, all the while maintaining eye contact with her.
He was now completely leaning against her, taking advantage of her bewildered state to barge into her vicinity and ensnare her.
And there and then, Hinata could feel how different his entire demeanor was, how it made her feel so many different emotions that she found impossible to handle.
His aura suffocated her, robbing her of every breath she drew and leading her to hyperventilate and gasp for air like a fish out of water.
His eyes and mere body were more than capable of keeping her frozen in place like a mere statue for his pleasure.
His eyes were voracious, sparkling, and glowing like two blazing rubies as he dwelled in his own head, fantasizing about all the things he wanted to do to her body, all the ways he wanted to rip her apart and submit her to his will.
His body was enormous, so enormous that it covered her entire frame, blocking her view of the rest of the room, forcing her to focus solely on him.
However, strangely enough, something about his aura not only terrified her but also…
Aroused her.
Now that the blonde male was so close, practically breathing down her neck, her body was beginning to act impulsively against her will.
Her womanly impulses were beginning to surge and, unexpectedly, her body began to call out to the ominous blonde male in front of her; the same way it always does for Naruto-kun.
It was undoubtedly a sin for her to find the enormous beast before her enthralling, his dark aura surging deep into her body, seeping through her very pores to taint every bit of her insides.
His aura, alone, began to cause her to feel things that were entirely inappropriate and certainly not what she desired to feel at the moment.
She began to feel her nipples harden within the visible air, growing unbearably hard which caused her to squirm. Tingles rushed throughout her entire body causing her thighs to jiggle, and her love juices to drip down her thighs.
She glanced up in shock at her lover's dark form, her entire world engulfed by red glowing eyes and an unpleasantly overwhelming temptation that grew stronger and stronger the longer she remained in such close proximity to the blonde beast before her.
It was as if simply gazing into his crimson eyes corrupted her body, as if staring into them stripped away her virtue and consequently ravaged her body in a way it had never been done before.
She found herself in a panting mess, clammy and feverish, with the room's walls seemingly closing in on her as a result of his intense gaze.
She whimpered as she felt the red-eyed male reach his fingers forward to brush the hair that covered her right cheek behind her ear, thoughtfully moving it out of her face.
"Don't be afraid, my love. After all, I was given permission to be here."
"Y-You were?" Hinata whimpered under her breath, words that the blonde male absorbed completely. He clung to every word that passed her lips, waiting impatiently for her delicate voice to emerge and soothe his very soul.
Even at the mere sound of his sweet lover's soothing whispers, his well-endowed cock twitched between his thighs, reacting in a frenzy.
Dark Naruto smirked before running the back of his hand along Hinata's flushed cheeks, savoring the heat of her flesh.
He snickered, "Yes, of course. I'm not here to hurt you; I'm here to liberate you, dear. I simply want to satisfy your deepest, darkest desires right here, right now. If that's what you wish, I'd be thrilled to keep you satisfied all night long."
"O-Oh kami." Once more, Hinata felt out of breath, "This is a-all so much."
Hinata moved her head to get away from the towering beast's searing grip, but his stare merely followed her.
His touch merely followed.
In a stupor, her vision clouded as she absorbed the husky tone of the dark incarnation of her lover's speech, breathing his hot, enticing breath against her flustered face.
He drove his body so deeply into hers that she could feel the dresser pressing into her backside.
Dark Naruto groaned, his glowing red eyes scanning Hinata's body pushed against him once more. He couldn't help but snicker as he caught sight of her plump nipples, now hardened as a rock, and her quivering thighs which imprisoned her pretty pink pussy from his gaze.
But not for long.
He smirked naughtily, "Oh baby, there's no need to hide anymore. I am aware of what you desire, of what you desire more of."
The dark blonde tilted his head, gazing down at his midnight blue-haired beauty, "All this time, I have rested behind the eyes of your lover and I must say, I have been watching you, sweetheart. I know you, just as your Naruto-kun knows you, heh."
Dark Naruto leaned forward, pressing his lips against her right ear as he hovered over her.
Hinata's breath hitched yet again, all time seemingly coming to a standstill as she felt the blonde grace her ear with the pleasant warmth of his breath, just before the emergence of his titillating voice.
"I have noticed the yearning in your eyes for more during lovemaking. I have sensed the appeal inside you to have your body toyed with, to be fucked unapologetically; hard and rough." The blonde breathed hotly against her ear causing her to squirm, "My sweetheart, I am aware of how much you desire to find relief from the ache inside of you, and to experience the naughty world that perpetually plays in your thoughts."
At that moment, the two individual's breathing synchronized, and Dark Naruto took it upon himself to lean back, lift one hand, and cup his lover's chin.
He yanked Hinata's head up roughly, allowing her glossy lavender eyes to focus solely on him.
"Just admit it to me, sweetheart. Admit it."
He watched as Hinata practically crumbled in his grasp, her legs shaking beneath her, slamming back into the dresser behind her for she was on the brink of collapsing.
He noticed her cheeks grow redder and redder, her once pure and innocent lavender eyes turning murky and unreadable.
Dark Naruto let out a hum of satisfaction, "I see you, Hinata-chan. I see your desires, and I am now here to fulfill them all, to give you what you want. I'm merely here to help you, just as you're here helping your beloved Naruto-kun."
Dark Naruto ran his thumb along Hinata's beautifully sculpted chin, admiring her flesh beneath his thick digit. Hinata jolted in her spot, writhing as though shocked by electricity, at his mere touch.
Dark Naruto took a deep breath and ran his thumb across Hinata's lips, watching as she gently parted them for him.
He groaned deeply, "Your beloved Naruto-kun let go. Now, it's your turn."
Dark Naruto's words electrified Hinata, serving as a paralyzer and therefore incapacitating her bones, muscles, hell, her entire body, leaving every part of her immobile. She couldn't move one inch and was forced to listen to every word he muttered.
Her body was like jelly in his grip, melting as a portion of her soul was opened up, a part of her that had never been tapped into before.
Naruto's darkest side was now tapping into her darker side, opening the doors to her desires, yearnings, and pleas.
Her invisible boundaries were collapsing beneath the weight of his invasion, his attempts effortlessly breaking through to view the core depths of her, both good and bad.
She whimpered
She was caught.
Hinata never thought she would be.
Hinata never imagined that Naruto, of all people, would see through her and unearth her deepest darkest desires, which she keeps hidden inside.
Indeed, Hinata has found herself wanting more during sexual intercourse.
She thoroughly enjoyed the slow lovemaking in which she was showered with love and praise, every inch of her body caressed, and delighted at her lover's presence.
But eventually, it wasn't enough.
She constantly felt guilty for feeling that way. She'd always thought it was very selfish of her to want more from her lover than what he typically provided her during sex.
Hinata felt terrible for wanting to engage in sexual intercourse at a faster pace, a raw side with unapologetic components that rocked her world like never before.
She secretly yearned for a brutal, merciless fucking. She desired to be ravaged in a way that would entirely distort her mind and elevate her soul.
She desired to experience a rougher side of sex, one that would definitely cause her to lose all sense of self, break down her walls, and liberate her of the weight she carried within.
She longed to be completely free.
And now, the opportunity was practically knocking on her door, in all of its dark seductive delight for her and her alone.
She was finally able to get what she desired and with the permission of her lover.
Her wish was finally about to be accomplished.
Dark Naruto suddenly pulled her out of her thoughts by taking his hand from her chin and grabbing her throat, which caused her breath to hitch once more.
She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, a thick thumb pushed into the gap between her lips in an excited effort to explore the inside of her mouth.
Hinata moaned around her yami lover's thick thumb, his red eyes peering down at her blissful state in glee.
Dark Naruto's thumb was huge, slamming against the entirety of her tongue and the roof of her mouth in a single motion. His digit wormed its way through wads of her saliva to reach the very back of her throat. He pushed his thumb so far inside her mouth that his knuckle touched her lips.
Instantly, she was overcome with a sense of major discomfort and she began to gag, retching on his one digit, which he used to further pry open her gates of desire.
Dark Naruto hummed, delighted by the naughty sounds Hinata was making because of his kinky actions.
"Ooh, look at that. Such a good girl you are, obediently taking my finger down that tight throat of yours. Heh," The red-eyed male nodded, "You're considering my offer, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes, sweetheart."
Without a second thought, Hinata found her head nodding between her gags, prompting Dark Naruto to ease her throat with his thick thumb.
He slipped his finger out of her mouth with a wet plop, to grip her throat with one hand again, cutting the oxygen from her lungs.
He breathed deeply against her skin, watching as his lover croaked and whimpered in his hold, saliva slipping from her lips.
"Please, pl-please."
"Please what, huh?"
"Please I-I-I want it." Hinata shook her head, sobbing as she finally confessed her wishes, no longer hiding.
"I sh-shouldn't. B-But I cannot deny my desires a-any longer. I w-w-want you."
Now that was precisely what Dark Naruto wanted to hear.
Naruto's evil form was truly relieved that Hinata was no longer hiding, that she was no longer portraying herself as an innocent little bunny but something far darker.
Something far more desirable for his taste.
He breathed out a breath through his clenched teeth, gripping Hinata's throat tighter with his bandaged hand, "Ahh, finally, now that's the obedience I was promised. You see, my darling, how liberating it is to trust?" Dark Naruto laughed, "Hah! You've finally said it. Now doesn't that make you feel better, my love, like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders."
Hinata nodded her head frantically, moaning softly when her cheek was graced by a kiss from the yami version of her lover.
"Yes! Oh yes! I-If N-Naruto-kun has given you permission to be here, then I-I give you permission to u-use me however you like." Hinata nodded once more, confirming her wishes, "I want it. I want it all."
Dark Naruto threw back his head and let out a long groan of need in response to Hinata's words, which he had only imagined of her saying to him and him personally.
He's always wanted Hinata to look at him in the same way she looks at his lighter side.
With a gaze of acceptance, dedication, and complete devotion.
Dark Naruto has always desired Hinata, and has always been so fucking crazy about her. He was continually clawing at Naruto's brain in an attempt to gain control, to take over, and enjoy Hinata's love and attention entirely for himself.
However, the bastard always overpowered him, and kept him at a distance so he merely watched in the background; left alone to constantly wish for things he believed he would never be able to have.
But now, the time has come.
Finally giving up, his beloved Hinata has acknowledged her deepest, darkest desires—desires that only he can satiate.
And oh boy, he was going to.
He was going to rock her world silly.
Dark Naruto sighed in delight, raising his head to meet his lover's gaze once more.
He was in awe of her, and he showed it by rocking his tongue along the top of his teeth, shuddering in his spot as a tingle surged throughout his shredded body to settle within his groin.
His dick twitched yet again, reaching out for Hinata.
Only then, Dark Naruto flashed a very dark but naughty smirk, "Oh, Hinata-chan, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say those words. You've made me a very happy man tonight—a very happy man."
Dark Naruto hummed lowly, the sound echoing from his chest, "Oh baby, we're going to have so much fun and I guarantee that you will enjoy every last second of it." The red-eyed male gripped Hinata's throat tighter, causing her to gasp for air.
"Won't you, my naughty girl?"
"Yes! Yes, I-I will!"
To him, that sounded like music.
He grinned in glee, "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl."
Dark Naruto groaned in want before suddenly tugging Hinata forward, away from the dresser, by her neck, allowing her body to crash upon his.
She let out a surprised yelp in response.
The blonde released his hold on her throat in one swift motion, and instead, swung one arm around her, scooping her up with ease.
Hinata gasped and clutched to her yami lover's taut muscles, reveling in his warmth and dark temptation and thus becoming increasingly susceptible and submissive to his demands.
Dark Naruto slid his free hand forward, grabbing the handle of the dresser behind Hinata and pulling it open to fetch what was within.
He breathed deeply into his lover's ear, shocking her by roughly taking a handful of her plump ass into his prosthetic's grasp.
Hinata yelped.
Dark Naruto groaned.
"I have a surprise for you, darling. Something that your beloved Naruto-kun and I had planned for this very night."
After those words were spoken to her, Hinata's ears were suddenly filled with the sound of a rattle and clang of an object, emitting a noise similar to that of a chain.
Hinata slowly moved her head over her shoulder to peek at the items her yami lover was holding, but once she did, she felt her body grow tremendously hot and her pussy release more of its contents all down her legs.
Hinata blushed, "O-Oh kami." She breathed out, speechless.
At that very moment, Naruto proudly showed off two sex toys, toys she's never seen before in her entire life.
A purple collar with a chain attached.
Purple leather cuffs.
Her breathing quickened as she saw him raise them up in front of her, dangling the two sex toys in front of her face.
Dark Naruto grinned, the same maniacal grin as before but this time, Hinata didn't feel fear from witnessing it but instead…
Exhilaration.
Dark Naruto jangled the collar and leather bracelets playfully before her eyes, tilting his blonde head while he was at it.
"Mmm, now, in order for this to work, for me to completely satisfy you as you like—you must fully accept your desires, completely let go, and allow me to claim your body as my very own, to do with it whatever I wish."
Once more, Naruto jiggled the sex toys, sending pings into the air, "So you must play the part. You must fully commit to being my pet, Hinata-chan. Commit to being my own personal plaything, collared and bound like a good girl for her master, yes?"
Hinata was made speechless once more, hyperventilating, trembling, throbbing, possessed by many desires as she was hit with phrases she had only imagined.
It was as if the dark version of Naruto knew precisely what was going on within her head. It was as if he knew exactly what she wanted, or at least what she secretly desired anyway.
It was as if he could read her mind.
Her gaze was drawn to the sex toys in front of her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning, the sheer sight of the toys thrilling her even more, driving her to be totally reckless.
Her cheeks flushed redder when she found her head nodding frantically, her pussy twitching in between her thighs, "Oh kami, yes. I-I want to be played with. I-I want to be your plaything."
Dark Naruto's legendary sinister smirk returned, stretching across his whiskered face to express his satisfaction.
He cackled, gripping her naked body tighter to his towering frame which soared over her just as she imagined.
Her large breasts smacked against his stone-cold chest, her tits stroking his flesh in a vertical motion.
Dark Naruto hissed in glee, his eyes gleaming brighter, a physical display that he was certainly going to tear her to shreds.
"Mmm, now that's a good girl. A very good girl. You shall be deeply rewarded, my love."
Hinata had no idea the full meaning of her words, or what was truly in store for her as a result of her complete indulgence in her fantasy.
All she knew was that she had been promised a wild ride, one she would never forget, based on Naruto's dark aura, enticing declarations, and his maniacal smirk.
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"Ahh!! Oh kamiiii!!"
Hinata's voice could be heard bursting into a series of shrills, incoherent screams late into the night. Her ecstatic screams echoed off the walls of the bedroom she was in and reverberated throughout the entire house.
She was pinned to the cushions of the bed, her body plastered on her backside, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed mercilessly into her.
A strong hand was discovered extended along her slender body, two of its fingers buried inside her wet cunt, keeping her legs spread wide.
Her arms were shackled and unable to be utilized due to the sex toy that had been invited into the bedroom; the purple leather cuffs from before now wrapped around her wrists, joined together by a silver chain.
Her neck was likewise tied with a chain, or rather, a leashed collar in the color of purple; her favorite color.
Such a leash allowed her yami lover hovering over her to yank and pull her closer to him, to keep her firmly planted against his naked body.
His upper body loomed over hers, his lower body draped along the blankets beside her trembling form.
His prosthetic arm was discovered outstretched to seize her leash, while his other arm was viciously fingering her cunt, thrusting his two fingers in and out of her to make her juices gush all over the place.
Dark Naruto's red eyes never left her face; in fact, he observed every expression she made, every love face she expressed. He absorbed intently the way she crumbled apart as a result of his furious fingerplay.
Hinata's glossy lips trembled, her bound hands working forth to press against his chest, pressing her fingertips into his rock-hard flesh, "Ahh! Naruto-kun, that feels sooo good-!"
"Mmm, your moans sound so beautiful, darling." Dark Naruto's eyes gleamed brighter, his eyes steadily surveying his lover's blissful face, "Heh, you really are a naughty girl."
He relaxed his grasp on her collar chain, forcing it to fall from his fingers and pour across her heaving chest, providing her with unbearably cool sensations.
She squirmed in her spot, her body shimmering in the dim light thanks to the now-light sheen of sweat that covered every part of her.
Dark Naruto grinned maliciously before reaching up and clutching her flustered cheeks, squeezing her face with his fingers.
Never stopping, he kept thrusting his fingers inside her the whole while.
His hefty arm draped down along her chest and stomach, allowing him to use his middle and ring finger to toy with her pussy, making every attempt to stretch her out. His fingers gave her core sharp thrusts back and forth, with no end in sight.
His palm whacked her pussy lips with such intensity that it took her breath away, emitting vulgar smacks of flesh that pervaded the area.
He probed the recesses of her insides, deep within her, with his large fingers, contacting her cervix, g-spot, and inner walls as they easily slid within her vulnerable pussy.
Hinata felt her yami lover's fingers fill her up and forcefully push her up the slope of her climax, finger fucking her pussy like there was no tomorrow.
Her body convulsed against the bed, her lavender eyes rolling to the back of her head as she was blasted with a slew of delightful sensations that drove into her gut so strongly, so powerfully, that it made breathing difficult.
The knot inside of her was slowly unraveling, causing a scorching heat to settle in the pit of her stomach. She also began to squirm along the bed.
"Naruto-kun! Oh Naruto-kun!!"
Her muffled cries rang far and wide, instilling delight in Dark Naruto.
With a laugh, he roughly rocked her head side to side with his hand, his fingers digging harshly within her soft cheeks causing the young woman to wince.
"Yes, scream my name, pet. Show me how good it feels to be finger fucked—to have your insides drilled by my fingers."
Hinata threw her head back against her fluffy pillows in ecstasy, opening her mouth wide so bursts of screams could escape.
Dark Naruto laughed once again before turning his attention down to her delicate form, appreciating every feature of his lover as she writhed along the bed.
His bright red eyes caught sight of the streams of sweat that ran down her pale body, which was now turning a light red and heating up in response to her bodily sensations.
His attention was drawn to the way her long, midnight blue hair was strewn across the pillows underneath her in all directions, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks and forehead thanks to the copious amounts of sweat that covered her.
He groaned as he discovered Hinata suffering from tremors, tremors so powerful that she couldn't stay still against the bed sheets.
Her trembling caused her huge breasts to sway back and forth. Her huge, creamy tits rubbed back and forth against his chest, her nipples caressing his skin and enticing him even more.
It was such an amusing sight, to watch Hinata lose complete control of herself.
Dark Naruto licked his lips before turning his gaze to the most delectable portion of her.
Her pussy.
Slowly, he lowered his crimson stare down her sprawled body to plant his orbs to the space between her spread legs.
He focused on her gorgeous pink pussy, which he dominated with his fingers. He observed Hinata's lower lips twitching after each thrust he gave her entrance.
He watched as his palm came in constant contact with her slick pussy, leading liquids to take flight across the air, spilling everywhere; her sensitive clitoris above, eager for stimulation.
Dark Naruto smirked deviously, wiggling his fingers within his submissive pet.
The blonde smirked as he felt her inner walls instantly respond to his actions, compressing and retracting against his fingers.
"Oh, how I love your pussy's obedience, pet. I can feel your greedy walls stretching around my fingers—just the way I want." Dark Naruto pulled his head back to plant his eyes on his screaming lover, her eyes heavily glazed.
He bit his lip before removing his hand away from her cheeks, to simply take hold of her leash again. He fisted the rattling chain tightly before giving it a yank, turning her head toward his direction.
"Mmm, come here, beautiful." Dark Naruto growled under his breath.
By his action, Hinata's head turned to face him, but as soon as she did, she found harsh lips pressing against her own, gracing her with a passionate but powerful kiss of emotion.
As her lover's dark alter-ego kissed her, Hinata couldn't help but let out a moan, her eyes closing shut.
Even though the kiss was so intense, Hinata could almost taste the abundance of affection, reverence, and devotion Dark Naruto had for her as he kissed her lips and tongued her mouth.
His love for her was so powerful and overwhelming that it virtually rushed at her like a tidal wave, crashing upon her defenseless form and completely drowning her.
Not only was his love strong, but he exhibited it in a way that she was unfamiliar with.
Forceful, desperate, and rough.
But she couldn't deny that she absolutely loved it.
Hinata melted in her place as she was passionately kissed and fingered at the same time, an experience that gave her so much pleasure, so many tingles and spasms that she reveled in it.
Her body and mind felt like they were under the effect of narcotics. She felt like she was floating, her thoughts light, and her nerves numbed from the stimulation.
Dark Naruto stared at her with his heated red eyes the entire time they kissed, drinking up every bit of her love expressions and finding satisfaction from them. He truly felt happiness in the delight his beloved displayed as a result of his actions of devotion.
He moaned, then extended his tongue to lap at hers, effortlessly overpowering the timid pecks and swipes she gave him.
He crashed his tongue against hers, frantically swiping it along her pink appendage before invading her mouth with the entirety of his own, flooding her entire world with only the presence of his lips and tongue.
Due to the immense pleasure Hinata felt, squeaks exited her mouth; adorable squeaks.
But it wasn't until then that Dark Naruto finally broke the kiss, practically yanking himself away from his lover's lips and allowing her to catch her breath.
He chuckled to find Hinata slightly dazed against the pillows, saliva slipping down the cracks of her lips, her lavender eyes entirely glossy.
He graced her another kiss, but on the cheek, giving her chain a yank once more, "Mmm, fuck, your lips taste delicious." He cursed, "Holy shit, you're goddamn perfect—every fucking part of you."
Hinata moaned as she felt him breathe deeply against her cheek, "Mine. You're all mine." He only breathed quite sinisterly by her face which affected her tenfold.
His possessiveness caused Hinata's face to light up like a thousand fires, as she actively tried to catch her breath.
However, it appears that she was not granted that luxury.
Dark Naruto was eagerly moving on, eager to rock her world further.
He removed his hand from her leash, to instead, slip it underneath her neck, propping her head up on his bulging bicep.
But now that she was in such a posture, the blonde male chose to drag her upper body forward to expose her to his fingers, drilling her insides, and her love juices leaked and soiled their bed sheets.
Hinata gasped as she gazed intently, her lavender eyes widened, at the culprit which was giving her so much pleasure and causing such a commotion in the room.
She watched in shock as her yami lover's digits swiftly entered and exited her gaping pussy between her parted legs.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
His large fingers penetrated her vaginal walls to reach deep within her, making sure to touch every sweet spot within her pussy along the way.
Dark Naruto laughed as he guided his lover's head forward with his arm, observing her as she watched his moving fingers.
He licked his lips, "How about you watch, eh? Keep your eyes plastered on that naughty cunt of yours as I stretch it out."
He suddenly jerked her head forward roughly, causing her neck to throb and her entire body to ache.
She whined.
Dark Naruto glared, "Don't you fucking look away, ya got that?" The husky voice of the red-eyed male whispered against her skin as a vivid show of dominance.
Immediately, Hinata's lips burst wide open to scream, screaming at the top of her lungs in submission.
"Yes!! Oh kami, yes! I won't look away! I-I promise, N-Naruto-kun!"
"Good girl."
Dark Naruto moaned, pressing his head against Hinata's forehead, his red eyes plastered on her sopping wet pussy below.
"Ahh, now let's get another finger in there, yeah?"
Hinata screamed as she witnessed the red-eyed male force another of his fingers inside of her gaping cunt, forcing his index finger inside of her pussy.
Hinata only needed a slight increase in the sensation of fullness for her floodgates to finally open, leading her to squirt her essence all over his fingers and their bed.
Her body convulsed with a scream, "Ahhh, oh kami!! I'm cumming!"
"Yeah! That, my dear, is how you begin a good night. Keep cumming. Keep fucking cumming."
Hinata hyperventilated, writhed, and screamed as her yami lover repeatedly pummeled her core with three digits, then four, causing her walls to progressively burst wide open.
Her inner walls were pried open by the four digits that mercilessly pounded her core silly, driving in and out of her all the way down to the knuckle.
Dark Naruto's rough fingering caused her sopping wet pussy to generate squelching noises that filled her ears and made Hinata twice as embarrassed.
Her bound arms were flailing around in a frenzy, her toes curled against the bed, rubbing against the silky fabric of the mattress beneath her.
She felt her yami lover's fingers crawl to the deepest regions of her, so deep that she struggled to keep herself still. He was so deep within her that she could literally see her stomach bulge, rising and falling in time with his thrusts in and out of her.
She had never before gone through an extreme or bizarre experience as she did now. She was literally choking on her moans and cries, causing her to struggle to put words together.
She screamed so loudly towards the ceiling above her that tears began to fall, "A-A-Ahhh! Oh, kami, your fingers feel so good inside me! Pl-Please, please I-I beg of you, d-d-don't stop-"
However, as soon as she spoke, the fingers inside of her aggressively and abruptly reversed course, thrusting directly at her sensitive g-spot at an angle that ultimately caused her body to leap upward and squirt her essence once more.
She did so with a silent scream, her eyes seeking refuge to the back of her head.
Such an action of Dark Naruto curling his fingers inside of her was such a surprise, awakening an ache inside of her that grew bittersweet, pleasurable but relatively painful.
Dark Naruto laughed as he watched his pet squirt once more as a result of his actions, finding the display thrilling.
Oh, how it made his cock so hard to watch Hinata squirt.
He found it amusing to observe her cum erupt from her in protracted bursts, shoot through the air like water sprinklers, and settle all over his arm, the bed…everywhere.
He wanted to make her squirt, again, and again, and again.
Dark Naruto gripped a fist full of her hair with his prosthetic hand, the limb she was currently using as a pillow.
He gave her cheek another kiss, chuckling against her face, "Mmm, feels good, doesn't it, my naughty fucking pet?"
Hinata's breath quivered repeatedly when Dark Naruto abruptly altered his pace to match the words he was producing.
In order to mimic the cadence of his speech, he moved his four digits in and out of her in a powerful but deep motion.
Her groans became muffled as a result, lost in her throat.
Her face began to change into looks that she had little control over, ones that conveyed unfiltered joy.
Her teary lavender eyes crossed in glee, her eyebrows furrowing, and her tongue barging passed her open lips to reveal a face of pure ecstasy.
"Ahhh! Oh my-!!!"
Her eyes fluttered as she felt the fingers inside her lessen their pace and instead generate circular motions inside her, no longer stabbing her but massaging her internal walls.
More tears sprang from her eyes, flowing down her cheeks. But such a salty liquid was only enjoyed by the blonde beast beside her, his body reaching over to lick along her cheek.
He groaned, "Mmm, you taste delicious, pet. Here, why don't you have a taste, hmm?"
Hinata didn't even hear the gruff words spoken to her; she was lost in a stupor she didn't want to wake up from, trembling like a shattered toy against the sheets.
Dark Naruto tightened his grip on her hair just as he gave her core a deep one, one more thrust with his four digits, as if desperately trying to reach for her soul.
But all he found was more cum.
Hinata squirted again, her lavender eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Dark Naruto cackled in glee before thrusting his fingers straight out of her core with a wet plop!
He decided to stimulate her even more by massaging her sopping wet pussy lips and clit back and forth with his palm; to help ride her climax to the bitter end.
"Yeah! Fuck yeah, cum! Give it to me!"
"Ooh!! I'm losing m-m-my mind!"
Dark Naruto moved forward to roughly peck her lips, smearing saliva everywhere, "Mmm, embrace insanity, love. That's all you will feel now."
He leaned back, removing his arm from her neck to re-grab the chain that was attached to her lovely purple collar.
He gave it a yank, beckoning his head, "Open your mouth, pet. Open it wide."
Shakily, Hinata did so, being as obedient to the dark version of her lover as she could. But she was only surprised by the sudden intrusion of three thick and wet fingers barging inside of her gaping mouth.
By her position laying down, his fingers reached the back of her throat in no time causing her to gag and retch, squirming in a fit of hysteria along the bed.
Dark Naruto grinned in glee as he witnessed his pet take his fingers whole, more and more of her tears slipping down her cheeks.
Her gag reaction was so strong and responsive that her body was seized by a wave of severe discomfort, the sensation anchored deep in her throat and chest.
She retched as his fingers were driven into her mouth, forcing her to taste her essence, which she couldn't do because his fingers had reached past her tongue, past her taste receptors.
Dark Naruto cackled, "That's it. Taste yourself. Lick my fingers."
She attempted using her tongue to swipe across the fingers that barged inside her throat, blocking her airway, in between gags.
Thankfully, she managed to catch a taste of herself, her senses overwhelmed with a salty-sweet blend that shocked her.
She retched again, but this time her retches were louder, her legs twitching against the bed.
Dark Naruto hummed at the sight of his lover's frantic state. He stared deep into her crystalline eyes, taking in the plea in them.
He groaned, "Fine, I'd say you've had enough."
Hinata was then blessed with the protrusion of his fingers, which snaked their way through the opening they had first entered, freeing her throat from obstructions and putting a stop to her gags.
She coughed and sputtered in desperation, attempting to relieve the fluttery sensation in the back of her throat.
Whimpers escaped her lips as she felt Dark Naruto's warm but slimy hand rub her essences all over her face and hair, transforming her appearance into a complete and total mess.
To make her world even more overwhelmed, she was graced with another wet, sloppy kiss from her yami lover, causing her chest to heave.
Dark Naruto grinned with glee, his joy evident despite his frenzied actions.
He was having a terrific time with his lover now that he was in control, able to physically shower her with every fiber of his love and attention; his everything.
He was overjoyed to have been given permission to spend the entire night with her.
He had so many things he wanted to do.
There was so much he wanted to do to express his gratitude to Hinata.
He had so many ideas on how to please his beloved.
The blonde male's grin grew wider, "Oh, you are such a good little whore. Taking my fingers deep within your tight cunt and throat, obediently following my orders. Oh, certainly, darling, you deserve a nice reward."
Hinata took several deep breaths, unable to operate properly. Her vision was obstructed by various wet secretions, making it difficult to see clearly. Due to her diminishing senses, which also made it impossible for her to hear clearly, most of Dark Naruto's remarks flew right over her head.
Her pussy throbbed between her thighs, now overly sensitive. Even the faint air from the room was too much for her pussy lips and clitoris.
Hinata could barely think, barely gather herself before being yanked into another position, large hands grabbing her ankles to force her body away from the bed's pillows.
She was certainly not given any chances to pull herself together.
Oh no.
A wilder side of sex is just what she asked for, and that was certainly what she was going to receive.
Before her eyes, Dark Naruto effortlessly dragged her body across the bed, placing her to rest in the center of it.
She slid violently along the sheets, her presence ruining them as she went, her bound arms flailing in the air, forced together.
She only saw a glimpse of Dark Naruto's maniacal grin and lustful crimson eyes with her glossy ones before he sprang up to his knees and pulled his body into a position where he could tower over her entirely.
He never lost eye contact with his lover, never loosened his grip on her ankles; in fact, he began to lightly brush her flesh with his fingertips, racing them up and down her limbs for her pleasure.
He even lifted her right leg up to kiss each of her toes, sending shivers down her spine.
Hinata moaned delightfully, her hazy gaze now directed up at the grinning blonde above her.
He chuckled, squinting his eyes sexily down at her, "Brace yourself, love."
And it was after those words that she found herself doing precisely that.
Brace herself.
Due to the fact that as soon as Dark Naruto said such cunning words, he stopped kissing her and instead grabbed hold of her ankles, surprising her by driving her limbs along the front of her body to pin them to the bed, next to her ears.
Her legs stretched up along the bed in a parallel form, with her ankles pressed tightly against the mattress, demonstrating how her body was fairly flexible and allowed Dark Naruto to manipulate it as he wanted.
Hinata cried out in response to such an intense sex position, which she had never experienced before.
"Ahh, oh kami!"
"That's it, open up wide for me. Bend for your master, pet."
Due to the powerful emotions that were currently tearing Hinata to shreds, she let forth loud groans and ragged breaths.
Now, due to her position change, she could watch everything Dark Naruto did to her. And she watched as he began to thrust his pelvis forward in order to run his cock between her pink pussy lips.
Hinata whimpered as she felt how hard and hot he was against her flesh, practically burning her sensitive pussy.
Dark Naruto tilted his head, his short hair rocking a bit due to his movement, "You feel that?" Naruto thrust his cock once more against her, his thick shaft ramming directly into her clit after each thrust.
She mewled, throwing her head back against the bed in ecstasy, "N-Naruto-kun!!"
"You feel how badly I want you? Oh, fuck, I want to rip you apart, heh, and guess what?" Dark Naruto's red eyes gleamed, "I will, but I want you to watch."
And that was the final moment that Naruto's cock lay outside of her because after so, he made it his mission to plunge deep inside of her inner depths, to fully rock her world as she so desperately wanted.
Hinata watched while producing heaving cries as the muscular beast angled his cock directly against her pussy opening, pulling his pelvis back, before plunging forth where he successfully entered her in one thrust.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared her for the intensity of what it was like to feel his cock inside of her. She was immediately overwhelmed by his bulging tip's penetration, which stretched her pussy farther than his fingers had before.
His member was scorching her insides as he sought to insert his cock deeper and deeper inside her pussy. He pushed his pelvis forward till his hips ultimately met her crotch, force-feeding her pussy with every inch of his dick.
Now that was enough to rid her of all of her senses.
Her tongue sprang straight out of her mouth once more, and she let out a frenzied scream that rang in Dark Naruto's ears, making him wince.
"Ahhh! Deep!! You're soooo deep!"
"Ooh, hell yeah. Here I come, beautiful." Naruto boasted in satisfaction before tightening his grip on her ankles, using her limbs as handles to begin thrusting his cock in and out of her.
Hinata's screams echoed off of the walls and slipped out of the very bedroom they occupied as she was fucked in a way she's never been fucked before.
The cock inside of her was cruel, tearing her to pieces by slipping out her opening only to barge back inside in under a millisecond to stimulate all of her sweet spots.
She lost herself even more as her body swayed back and forth across the bed, slamming violently into her lover's hips and making obscene noises in the process.
The violent creaking of their bed, the slapping of flesh, the squelching of her juices, the deep groans of her yami lover, and even her own screams filled her ears.
She could even hear the loud smacking Dark Naruto's balls made as they struck against her ass, at times striking her virgin asshole, which only increased the sensations inside of her tenfold.
The incredibly kinky sex position she was placed in was one that caused Dark Naruto to thrust deep inside of her, providing her with deep penetrations.
Her body was folded completely for her yami lover, her spread legs held only in his hands, submitted only to endure all he gave her, which was simply enough to overwhelm her completely.
She couldn't handle it.
Hinata began to squirm profusely along the bed, her legs trembling in the air, within her yami lover's hold.
"Ahh, oh kamiiii!!! It's too much!! Too much!"
"Hah! Too much?" The husky voice above her roared in astonishment, the red-eyed male deeply amused by the words that practically sprang from Hinata's lips without her control.
The blonde cackled, never once stopping the aggressive thrusting of his cock, barging his tip directly into her throbbing opening and therefore robbing her of her breath.
"Oh, don't give me such nonsense! That is too late now, my dear! You wanted this, right? Right!!"
Dark Naruto released her legs only to give her breasts a harsh slap with both of his hands, leading them to wobble like crazy. All the while, his thrusts never once stopped their movement against his lover, his hips crashing against hers.
The knot inside of her was steadily coming undone, unraveling after every time she felt his dick strike her cervix; slamming against the sensitive parts inside of her. She experienced sudden, intense surges of pleasure that rippled and pulsed all of her nerves at once, moving through her body like shockwaves.
Her essence steadily spilled out of her, seeping past Dark Naruto's cock to sully the bed underneath her.
Her breasts were slapped again before her hips were forcibly grasped by muscular hands, gripping her flesh tight to keep her rooted in place.
Dark Naruto tilted his head at her, moaning under his breath, "Ooh yes, you feel it now, don't you? My cock fulfilling that ache inside of you. My cock stimulating that naughty pussy of yours just right—just the way you wanted."
He licked his lips, drinking up the blissful expression on his lover's face, "Tell me, Hinata-chan, that this is what you wanted. Tell me that you always wanted to be fuck like a common whore."
Hinata instantly obeyed, no longer able to rely on her brain to think of anything else.
With every thrust she received to her core, she felt her brain turn into nothing more than mush.
Dark Naruto's cock was practically smashing away her senses, her ability to think, and her ability to do anything other than submit to him and his cock.
Only to him.
She couldn't hide her joy. Not from him.
Her lips trembled, her midnight blue hair messy, and her face entirely flushed and glossy.
"Ooh, I wanted this! I wanted this sooo bad! I l-loove to be f-fucked like a c-c-common w-whore, Naruto-kun!! I-I l-loove to be filled with your cock!"
A scream cut her words short, "Oh please f-f-fuck me harder!! Please, I-I beg of you!"
"Yeah! That's it! Embrace it! Embrace your desires, love!" Dark Naruto boasted in a roar.
Due to Hinata's comments, Dark Naruto let out numerous ecstatic groans before tightening his grip on her hips and obeying her demand.
He fucked her harder.
His hips began to spin out of control, accelerating forth with all of his might to pound her core, causing the cock inside of her to burrow into her pussy deeper, faster, and stronger.
Her body shook and jerked like a rag doll, racing back and forth across the bed at a dizzying pace.
The chains to her leash and cuffs rattled profusely in the air, along with her hair which flapped along her cheeks and shoulders, growing even messier.
Her screams were practically yanked from her chest and forced right out of her gaping mouth. The sound of her screaming was now like a siren, ringing in Dark Naruto's ears and piercing straight through their bedroom walls to leak outside their very home.
Her tongue was wagging at this point, stuck out of her mouth as she was fucked silly, driven straight to her climax, every single second.
She was out of it, completely out of it, she didn't even notice the red eyes that raced over her face, eating up her intense love expressions.
Dark Naruto snickered at the blissful expression she displayed, storing such a look from his beloved deep in his mind for his amusement.
He was never going to forget this moment.
He grinned, a grin of total glee, "Hah! What a gorgeous face you're making, pet. You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up!"
Hinata was now in a faraway place, finally delighting in the realm of her desires, so Dark Naruto's words were completely remote to her.
Reality was not her reality as she was violently screwed by her yami lover's cock, exposing her to intense bursts of pleasure, powerful sensations that burned and ached her stomach.
Her open legs wobbled in the air beside her yami lover's hips, her toes curling in the air, her limbs now free to flail and shake.
Hinata came, came, and came some more, unable to stop at this point.
Orgasm after orgasm crashed through her body like a furious tsunami, each one more powerful than the last.
The sounds they made while fucking were now raucous, filling each other's ears and driving them deeper into one other's worlds.
Dark Naruto let out animalistic growls, adoring the way Hinata's pussy gripped his cock so desperately, so tightly, caressing his massive rod with each stroke he gave her insides.
He groaned in delight, deeply enjoying himself. He hadn't had this much fun in a long time, so this was a moment he didn't want to let go of, one he didn't want to end. He was enjoying every second of screwing his beloved senselessly, driving her to the point of no return.
He grinned down at her, tilting his head, "Mmm, fuck yeah! Now that's it! Tighten those fucking walls for me. Go on, make my day!"
"Kyahh!" Hinata could only scream, her voice growing raspy and scratchy in no time.
It wasn't long before Dark Naruto grew bored of their current position, and thus, decided to further spice things up by flipping her on her frontside, setting her on all fours.
He thrusted one hand forth to clutch the back of her head, burrowing her face deep into the pillows as he fucked her from behind.
Her bound arms currently rest above her head, pressing hard against the pillows in a state unable to be utilized by her.
As her yami lover pushed his hips back and forth against her bouncing ass, sending vibrations through her entire body, his cock appeared to work even further inside of her, if that was even possible.
Dark Naruto practically drooled at the sight of Hinata's stunning body in a different posture, his red eyes studying her fully nude figure in its unadulterated form.
She was fully arched for him, her callipygian ass rose in the air completely, her slim back curved in a downward slope, and her upper body pressed into the pillows.
Hinata's body was heavily scrutinized by the red-eyed blonde, who noticed how her creamy, plump ass and hips wobbled violently in reaction to his frenzied motions, slamming back against his hips and sending tingles up and down his spine.
He also observed her breasts rattled beneath her, wobbling and fluttering about like crazy.
Such a lewd performance undoubtedly roused Dark Naruto, inspiring him to use even more of his incredible stamina to give his lover his all.
Hinata was once more treated to having her pussy hammered into oblivion, filled to the brim, and every hidden treasure inside of her probed and consequently abused by her yami lover's thick girth.
"Oh yes!! Yes, I love it! I love it sooo much!"
She wasn't hiding anymore, and she wasn't suppressing her desires. She was now all in, screaming to the world how much she loved rough sex from her yami lover, and how much she adored being thoroughly messed up by him.
The midnight blue-haired woman screamed into the bed linens at the top of her lungs, convulsing and cumming in an endless cycle. She was now trapped on a continuous rollercoaster, riding up the curve of her climax, reaching the pinnacle, only to ride it again.
She never, in her entire life, ever thought sex could be so intense, so mind-blowing; so damn good. She never experienced such a strong burst of emotions before, not all at once, and certainly not with the level of frequency and intensity it is at the moment.
Nothing could come to match.
She was in heaven, lost in a state of delirium as she sought refuge in her pillows.
The pounding she was given was so potent, she even found herself biting down on her pillows, to help further endure the overwhelming emotions that ripped her to shreds.
Her lavender eyes crossed. Her legs spasmed. Her toes curled tightly.
Dark Naruto growled before swatting her glistening pale asscheeks, driving his prosthetic arm through the air to crack it against her skin, "Mmm, yes, don't be shy, pet, scream. Scream for me."
And she did.
Hinata was given the pounding of a lifetime, a pounding that successfully alleviated that ache in her groin but additionally revealed to her something new, something enticing…
Something so feral.
In that very moment, she knew what it truly felt to be submissive—completely docile to the male inside of her, pounding her insides with his thick cock, gripping her hips with his large hands and a firm grip, yanking and pulling her leash, and barking orders to her with that deep voice of his.
She was only submitted to remain right where she was, upper body pressed against the pillows, and her ass lifted up to give the man above her a direct shot to her pussy, to fuck her with that monstrous cock of his and drive her over her limit again and again.
She was submitted to take every last thrust from the man of her deepest, darkest desire, the man that opened the doors to an entirely new world for her.
Indeed, she was Dark Naruto's pet, his personal plaything to fuck all night long.
And she loved it.
She loved every second of it.
When it was all over and Dark Naruto had finally expended all of his energy and fulfilled all of his desires on her body, the sun was rising outside.
Consequently, their bedroom was beginning to fill with light and the sound of birds chirping.
Hinata was left a trembling mess, completely covered in a mixture of her cum and the cum of her yami lover. Her body was covered in crimson bruises, the physical evidence of the fun she experienced with her lover's dark counterpart, where her pale skin had been firmly grasped, smacked, or scraped.
Dark Naruto's markings.
Her lavender eyes were closed, unable to open for even a fraction of a second. Her hands were no longer bound, yet it certainly felt that way. Her limbs were still pressed together, splayed along the pillows above her head. Her neck was also free of her collar as well.
She was out of breath and had no energy left in her body. Her limbs felt heavy, weighing her down into the bed as if a layer of bricks covered her entire body, forcing her to remain in the same position she was left in. Her stomach ached terribly, leaving her with an excruciating discomfort.
Her pussy was now extremely sensitive, throbbing, red, and aching, constantly leaking the hot sperm that her yami lover had implanted deep inside her.
She groaned under her breath, hiding behind her messy locks as she lay absolutely motionless, ready for sleep to take her away.
But, she was jolted awake.
Suddenly, her senses were overwhelmed by a hand gently guiding her messy dark blue hair away from her face, tucking it all behind her ear to reveal the entirety of her glossy face.
Soft knuckles caressed her cheek, rocking back and forth in a manner that further sent her off to a realm of bliss.
She hummed softly, smiling as she lay trapped behind the darkness of her eyelids.
"H-Hinata-chan."
A voice, she knew all too well, called out to her in a whisper, but never once did she feel the caressing of her cheek halt.
"Hey, Hinata-chan, wake up."
Hinata heard the same voice again, but opening her eyes was currently a strenuous task, one that she had severe trouble accomplishing.
After all, she honestly thought she had no more life left in her, not after the severe pounding she had just received.
"Hinata-chan, please wake up. I-I'm going to feel awful i-if you don't."
"Mmm." Hinata moaned in a daze, slowly peeling her eyes open as she once more was graced with the voice of her dreams.
A tiny beam of light shone directly into her eyes, causing her to blink many times. She blinked to not only adjust to her surroundings but also to stop the spinning of the room and regain control of her vision.
It took many blinks for her to open her eyes a little wider, just enough to detect the figure gazing down at her, steadily caressing her cheek.
The unknown figure let out a gasp in surprise, "Ahh, there she is. How are you feeling, my beautiful hime?"
"Goooood. So, so, goood." She moaned out in a drunken stupor, her words severely slurred.
The figure laughed at the sound of Hinata's peculiar remark, finding it amusing.
Only then did she feel the soft, warm blankets brought closer to her body, and a hand began to tenderly and lovingly massage her backside, both of which helped her relax even more.
"That's good. I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself-"
"N-Naruto-kun?" Hinata asked in hushed tones as she struggled to lift her head and fix her gaze on the figure above her.
It took her a few attempts to lift her heavy head, which felt like a huge water balloon, but she eventually managed to fix her gaze on the blonde male above her.
He was naked as well, lying beside her slumped body, rubbing her backside in an attempt to keep her relaxed.
Hinata followed the male's bare legs, chest, and neck, placing her lavender orbs on his face.
A faint smile was present on the whiskered face of her lover, while showering her with the gaze from his…
Hinata's eyes widened when she caught sight of Naruto's cerulean eyes again. He no longer possessed irises of red, scleras of black, but eyes that she's always known him to have; eyes she fell in love with.
Hinata gasped in glee, her breathing increasing, "Naruto-kun!"
The sight of his lover's joy upon his return made Naruto smile even wider, "Yeah, it's me, my love. Good news, I feel like myself again."
Hinata laughed at his humorous retort and burrowed her face even further into the blankets, admiring her bubbly boyfriend, "Oh Naruto-kun." She chastised.
Naruto grinned, but it quickly disappeared as the events of the entire evening suddenly flashed through his thoughts, taking away his happiness and leaving him with numerous unfavorable emotions.
He turned away from her, "Hinata-chan, I believe I owe you an apology. After all this time, I should have never kept him hidden from you. I know I've frightened you and I am sorry." Naruto whimpered as he began to pour his heart out, "I'm s-sorry I didn't tell you of my worries beforehand. It was stupid of me and now I regret it and-"
"It's okay, m-m-my love." Hinata beamed brightly up at her lover before shakily pulling one hand forward to plant it on his thigh. She began to caress his own skin, to relax him.
"I-I understand, N-Naruto-kun. I-I feel th-the same. I f-feel so ashamed. I should've been more h-honest with you as well. I should have t-told you that I wanted-"
Before she could speak any further, Naruto interfered in her confession.
His smile returned, his prosthetic hand traveling up her body to run through her midnight blue hair, "Oh Hinata hime, you have absolutely no reason to keep your wishes a secret from me. You won't offend me, I promise." He said, "As a couple, Hinata-chan, we must be more honest with one another. That means that we must not keep any secrets or conceal any aspects of ourselves from the both of us. It's important for us to accept one another for who we are, warts and all, s-so.."
Naruto leaned his head down toward his partner, allowing his heart to speak for itself, "You can always tell me if there is ever a time when you are not pleased or if you want to advance intimacy in any manner. I will be sure to assist you in every way I can. Heh," Naruto snorted, "I know he will."
Hinata blushed deeply once more at the mention of his darker counterpart, her mind troubled by countless dirty thoughts and memories of him that made her squirm.
Hinata whimpered, causing Naruto to laugh.
He rustled her hair playfully, "Ya know, I took a risk today, allowing my dark side to take control in order to help you."
Once more, Naruto's smile vanished so a frown could replace it, "Such a part of me, the evil side of myself, had once been so foreign to me that I refused to associate myself with him. But…" The blonde trailed off, his voice low but serious.
"He is me, the part of me that contains all of my suffering, all of my rage, and all of my wickedness in one bundle." Naruto sighed deeply, "It took some time, but I soon realized that, dark side or not, he is me, and I needed to accept both my good and dark qualities in order to become whole—to become stronger within."
Naruto's speech caused Hinata's lavender eyes to widen as he has finally told her more about his dark side—the other half of him that he has always kept hidden—in a way that no one could ever have predicted it existed.
Because Naruto had been so skilled at concealing his sorrow and his darkness, Hinata undoubtedly experienced an unpleasant awakening when he displayed his evil side.
She never imagined that her Naruto-kun had such a side to him.
But he does, and he has shown it to her in all of its entirety.
In an effort to calm his midnight blue-haired beauty and give himself comfort, Naruto bit his lip while stroking the silky strands of her hair repeatedly, "I was so hesitant at first to show you th-that side of me, I was even thinking of backing out but…" Naruto slipped his thumb down to caress her cheek, admiring his lover entirely.
He smiled down at her, his blue eyes twinkling, "You can depend on me to always put your needs, wants, and wishes ahead of my own. Hinata-chan, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy. And I am relieved that you have finally received what you desired and more."
Hinata's lavender eyes teared up as a result of Naruto's compassionate speech, revealing how unstable her emotions were as a result of her overstimulated state. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, smearing her face once more.
She sobbed, "O-Oh kami, Naruto-kun. Th-Thank you so, so much." Gently, she pulled her hand away from Naruto's thigh to place it gently on his whiskered cheek.
She caressed him gently with her thumb, all the while shedding tears, "Naruto-kun, I w-want to thank you for e-everything you've done for me tonight. I want to e-express my gratitude for the s-sacrifice you made for me, for disclosing the darkest parts of yourself to me, and for once again putting all of your secrets and hardships in my care." A sob cut her words short, a bright smile shining forth on her face, "N-Naruto-kun, I want to thank you for everything."
Now, it was Naruto's turn to tear up, his cerulean eyes growing glossy in no time. One tear rolled down his whiskered cheek, and he moved one hand forward to grasp Hinata's hand on his face, lowering his head more into her touch.
He treasured Hinata for everything she was, clutching her tightly in his grasp.
Hearing those words come from Hinata's mouth made him feel so relieved. Knowing that the agreement he had made with his darker half had not been in vain, he felt a massive weight lift from his shoulders.
He was incredibly grateful to have a woman like Hinata in his life. A woman who was so kind, understanding, and devoted, who would freely and unconditionally accept him for who he was; good and bad.
It is all he has ever wished for.
Naruto sniffed his tears away, nodding feverishly, "You're welcome, my beautiful hime. You're welcome, k-kami, I love you."
And at that moment, Naruto's body moved unexpectedly toward his girlfriend, as if with his limited control, he offered Hinata a kiss, gracing her lips with a kiss of love.
The exhausted midnight blue-haired woman reacted weakly back, showering her lover with all the feelings she could muster from her body.
Their eyes closed to relish their kiss, to enjoy their lips crushed against one another to accept the warm sensations that permeated their entire bodies.
However, the kiss quickly came to an end with a moist smack of their lips, sealing the deal and demonstrating the change in their relationship—that now they were closer than ever.
Hinata beamed up at her blonde lover, her hooded eyes opening and closing repeatedly, "I love you too, Naruto-kun."
After the lovers' in-depth discourse, the room quickly fell silent. All speaking stopped to allow Hinata time to rest—her body, her mind, and her soul.
However, Naruto still had one last query that was bothering him.
He bit his lip, glancing over at his serene wife, who appeared to be about to nod off.
He pulled one hand back down to gently caress the crown of her head, "Uh, Hinata-chan?"
"Hm?"
"B-Before you go to sleep, I-I just would like to know-" Naruto paused for a bit before continuing, "if all of your desires have been met? Have you gotten everything you've wished for?"
Hinata's eyes flickered open again, allowing her to send a sweet grin up at her beloved, his words resonating through her foggy mind like a mantra.
Before answering Naruto, she gave him a little rub on the thigh as a sign of her affection.
Her lavender eyes twinkled, "Oh Naruto-kun, you're what I have always wished for. All of you, and nothing else, my love."
As soon as she whispered those words, Naruto felt tears spring up in his eyes, and he couldn't help but shower his exhausted girlfriend with his adoration once more.
He plastered kisses all over her face, causing her to laugh. He kissed her cheeks, nose, lips, and chin, as well as the top of her head.
He savored every piece of his woman, fully immersed in the moment.
"Oh thank you, Hinata-chan. Thank you."
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Notes:
A.N.
This one was a shock, wasn't it, haha? You didn't think I would include dark Naruto, did ya? You didn't think he would show up, huh?
Lmao. Ya can't forget about him, haha. 🤪
So, I hit y'all with two uploads in the same week, isn't that exciting?!? I'm so happy!
You all, I've been writing so much lately, which is amazing because college is actually right around the corner for me. Therefore, I want to write as much as I can before that time comes.
I'm unsure of how busy I'll be at that time and how my schedule will look.
However, I have vowed to myself that I will continue to write even if I have to return to school.
Regardless.
To be completely honest with you, I actually had a lot of fun writing this particular oneshot, as evidenced by how long it is.
Something about including Dark Naruto in the mix has always, for some reason, makes everything all the more exciting. (To me at least).
His persona is something I just can't get enough of. Therefore, you can be sure to see him again. 😌
Like the previous one and the subsequent to the previous one, this one was just as intense, haha. I warned you all that things would only become hotter and hotter. However, I do hope that everyone is enjoying the ride.
Once again, thank you so much for the love and support. It means so much! 🥰🫶🏽
I really hope you enjoyed this dark, steamy oneshot readers, don't forget to comment and leave kudos!
And as always, take care! 💗
Chapter 14: ❦Scandal❦
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In the grand city of Tokyo, Naruto and Hinata Uzumaki spent the evening together in a luxurious restaurant, where a romantic dinner date was to occur between the two.But a date isn't complete without a bit of fun.
And so, Naruto had the perfect idea to spice the night up, much to his delight and Hinata's utter embarrassment.
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Notes:
Hello to everyone! Long time no see, I know. But, I have a justifiable excuse for why I haven't updated in about a month and a half.
Since I returned to college, I have been really busy. I drive all day long because I commute back and forth to my college, work, and I am involved in two clubs. It's difficult to write, but I try to cram while also trying not to overwork myself, so it takes me a little bit longer to write than before.
But after some time, I present to you all smutty Naruhina oneshot, I should warn you that this one is hella steamy. I really think you'll all enjoy this one. You'll also see that I added a few Japanese terms to this one shot, thanks to what I've learned in my current Japanese class.
Overall, love your support, love your comments by the way! No comment goes unnoticed. I appreciate them all, and I love you all.
I hope you all enjoy.
Don't forget to comment your thoughts and leave kudos! ❤️
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Alcohol Beverages • Attempted Quiet Sex • Bathroom Sex • Body Worship • Caught In The Act • Condoms • Cunnilingus • Desperation • Dinner Date • Dirty Talk • Dom/Sub • Dominance • Double Penetration In One Hole • Edgeplay • Restaurant • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Freaky • Free Use Kink • Frottage • Gags • Hair Pulling • Husband/Wife • Kinky • Messy • Modern AU • Multiple Orgasms • NSFW • Oral Sex • Orders • Orgasm Denial • Ownership • Panties • Panty Kink • Praise Kink • Protected Sex • Public Masturbation • Pussy Worship • Romance • Romantic Date • Rough Sex • Scandalous • Secrecy • Semi-Public Sex • Sex Toys • Size Difference Kink • Spanking • Squirting • Vaginal Sex • Vibrator • Wine •
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Scandal
A cacophony of voices, meaningless babble, erupted from every direction within a vast restaurant adorned with gold embroidery and scarlet rich velvet.
Large, extravagant chandeliers claimed their territories above, along the elevated ceiling, and were dimly lit to create a romantic ambiance.
Jazz music currently played softly and romantically through speakers mounted throughout the large public space, setting the tone with an idyllic background track. The restaurant's main floor was filled with affluent diners clothed in suits, ties, and dresses, seated at circular tables covered in white linens, adorned with vases and red roses.
Cushion booths were placed on the outskirts of the various rooms of seats, which were also packed with Tokoyo's famished customers. They were all eager to get their hands on the cuisine that Anagō, a Japanese restaurant in Tokyo, had to offer.
Even the restaurant's bar was packed, every chair filled with intoxicated individuals conversing in slurred voices and laughing for no apparent reason.
Clangs of wine glasses soared through the air, as did the mass outpour of alcoholic beverages by bartenders fancily dressed, creating an atmosphere appropriate only for adults.
Waiters and waitresses equally brought a slew of plates for the diners, rushing through the aisles at breakneck pace and therefore leaving a gust of wind behind in their wake.
The cling and clang of cutlery could be heard all over the place as people ate their fill while comfortably and pleasantly speaking with their friends, loved ones, or familiares.
Everyone was truly enjoying themselves.
After all, the establishment was pretty upscale, offering the ideal ambiance, scenery, and dishes to please the masses.
Furthermore, the restaurant was undoubtedly the ideal setting for dates to take place.
In fact, Naruto had that in mind all along.
Coming to such a place was, after all, his idea.
Naruto has long wanted to give Hinata Uzumaki, his beautiful wife, the perfect spoiling—a fantastic evening during which he offers her anything and everything she could possibly desire.
He's been dying to take her out for dinner and some fine wine and give her a night to remember.
He's been thinking about doing so for a long time. Dreaming about it, in fact.
But unfortunately for him, achieving such a dream required a great deal of effort. He had to jump through a lot of hoops and dodge many obstacles to make his dream a reality.
After all, Naruto was a pretty busy man.
Being the head of and founder of the entire Uzumaki Corporation, a chaotic and influential financial organization in Tokyo, Naruto's work-life overrides all else.
So mostly, his time with his wife has grown quite scarce, which saddens him immensely.
Naruto tries to spend as much time as he can with her when he gets the opportunity, but he still feels that it falls short of adequately expressing his gratitude to Hinata for all the assistance she provided him in their home, with their children, and to him personally. It wasn't enough to make up for the joy she brings to his life simply by choosing to be his wife and being in his life.
Nothing—definitely not the brief moments he spends with her—comes close to giving her the true appreciation she deserves.
In fact, the amount of time he spends with her now is in no way comparable to how much time they both spent together in the early stages of their relationship.
Naruto remembers the circumstances of their relationship in the past, when he had more time to spend with Hinata and wasn't some wealthy businessman who worked so damn hard.
He recalls how lovely those times were. How he devoted all of his time and dedication to his lover's happiness and her happiness alone.
Naruto remembers the times when he took Hinata out on an abundance of dates, indulged in her favorite pastimes, made her smile and laugh, and overall catered to her every need and desire.
He recalls back then, when he practically spent every waking moment of his time with her—talking to her, being with her all day long, and when the evenings came…
He remembers spending those nights making love to her passionately. Endlessly.
Naruto dedicated all his time to his wife, and soon afterward, to Boruto and Himawari too.
But then his work-life grew complicated and took a major turn for him.
Everything changed.
Everything's different.
However, despite the fact their relationship has changed and Naruto is spending more time away from home, Hinata has remained patient.
Actually, she appears undisturbed by it all, simply seeming satisfied from the few times she does see him.
But Naruto can see through it all.
Naruto can see the yearn in his wife's eyes.
Hinata was never one to confide in others about her problems. Naruto's constantly aware that he needs to pry that little bit out of her; to ease her mind and make her feel comfortable enough to reveal the secrets she keeps hidden.
Primarily, Hinata does not want him to worry or bring any further concerns to his plate given how much he has to deal with on a daily basis with his company.
She never intended to bother him; instead, she merely wanted to maintain his happiness and the happiness of their home, even if that meant putting her own needs on the back burner.
Naruto knows his wife. He knows her well.
Hinata's heart has been aching for intimacy, for love affirmation. Her heart is calling for him to at last turn his focus there and alleviate it.
And her body…
Her body craves his touch, for him to play with her. She desired to be free of her desires, to let them run wild so that he could tame them and therefore fulfill them like no other.
Ultimately, Hinata longs for leisure time where it's only him and her together, without the troubling prospects of the world interfering.
That's why Naruto knew Hinata needed this night out more than anything else—this night with them dining across from each other at a fine restaurant where all of its delicacies would be there to be beared.
Now that he has the entire weekend free and has ensured that his children are secure in the care of their aunt and grandfather, he has decided to dedicate his full attention to his wife. To finally have some fun.
Like the good old days.
And, despite her hesitation to admit it, Hinata was all for it.
All for what he has planned.
Naruto hummed softly in rhythm with his wife's occasional whimpers and the accompanying jazz music as he browsed the main menu of Anagō's restaurant.
He carefully studied it, reading through the exquisite phrasing that displayed all the contents Anagō had to offer.
But he couldn't make up his mind.
There were so many delicious dishes to choose from.
The middle aged male clicked his tongue, gripping the laminated menu tight with one hand.
"Hinata-hime?"
In an effort to obtain his wife's attention, Naruto called out to her, bringing out the husky timbre of his voice.
His dark cerulean eyes shifted from the contents of the menu in his hands to instead plant them on the woman that sat across from him, occupying the booth seat within the restaurant as his date.
The midnight blue haired woman was truly a doll, a wonder to behold. She shone like a ruby, attracting the attention from many of the other spectators in the restaurant, quite a handful of times while they were enjoying their time dining.
Naruto smirked.
To say the least, the blonde male felt a considerable amount of pride due to the fact he was able to call such a beauty his wife.
Hinata was stunning.
She wore a formal attire appropriate for the occasion, which was burgundy red to match her husband's tux. So the two could coordinate their outfits for their date.
The tone and color of Hinata's dress was seductively dark and rich, like a glass of unadulterated red wine. The fabric covered every inch of her hourglass shape as it slid down her curves like water. The front of the dress dipped slightly, exposing her pale shoulders and a hint of cleavage.
The formal garment was also adorned with gold chains that ran down her shoulders and back and jiggled whenever she moved.
Her short hair framed her face, adhering to her dewy, warm cheeks as she fought to maintain her cool and appear... normal.
She didn't want to cause a scene.
So, at the sound of her husband's abrupt call, Hinata at last awoke from her trance and returned to the pleasant world around her.
She pulled her legs over one another under the table and peered up from her lap, which she had been staring at for what seemed like an eternity.
Hinata smiled faintly at her husband, "Y-Yes, N-Naruto-kun?"
Her voice was like silk, supple and pleasant to the ears, like a lullaby, capable of calming those who hear it.
Naruto's eyes darkened even further at the sound of his wife responding back to him, croaky and hesitant, but she still answered him.
After clearing his throat, he cast another glance back down at the menu in front of him, which caused his spiky bangs to move in response.
He rubbed the sides of the material gently with his thumb, "Hey, love, I have to ask you something." He trailed off with a click of his tongue.
His voice emerged in a mischievous way, heard clearly over the chatter of the people around and the clatter of plates and utensils in the space.
Hinata tilted her head, perplexed. She hesitantly looked down at her own menu, certain that Naruto had a query regarding it based on his frequent movements of glancing at his own.
Big mistake.
She bit her lip, "Y-Yes, wh-what is it, N-Naruto-kun?" She breathed out shakily, amongst stutters and whimpers.
Naruto smirked deviously.
Under the table, there was a quiet movement that was heard from his side, alluding to the very culprit of Naruto's mischief.
"Heh, tell me…"
Naruto's smirk widened.
"You enjoying my toy, eh Hinata-hime?"
Naruto's voice emerged in a low tone, a mere whisper as he directed his question toward his menu in a discreet manner.
But as soon as he said those words, Hinata was suddenly overwhelmed with immense pleasure which seemed to blossom from between her thighs.
The intense pleasure Hinata had been trying to suppress since the two arrived at Anagō's once more revealed itself on her face, conveyed in an unconcealed love expression.
Her glossy lavender eyes rolled and fluttered, and her lips parted to allow a low moan to escape.
And all at once, the very naughty endeavor that Naruto had planned for the night, to tease Hinata with, was revealed.
There, concealed beneath the table, underneath the confines of Hinata's clothing, past her panties, and deep inside her, was a buzzing vibrator; put there by Naruto himself.
The vibrator was thick in size which filled her inner walls to the brim. The toy was cranked to a mild level in its vibration given Naruto's earlier actions of modifying its speed. So now, the toy rumbled against her sensitive walls in a steady rhythm.
Hinata couldn't sit still.
The vibrator produced a faint buzz between her thighs as it sought to stimulate her pussy. It was a low sound, obscured by the considerably louder sounds around the public space, so no one suspected a thing.
No one knew.
No one, not even their server or the other diners nearby.
No one knew of the naughty scheme her husband had planned to spice up their evening. No one was aware of the scandal the two played a part in.
Hinata, surely, wanted to keep it that way.
She tried to remain calm.
The midnight blue-haired woman bit her lip, steadily fighting the rising heat in her stomach, the sensitivity of her crotch, and the general embarrassment that weighed heavily on her shoulders as a result of participating in such a vulgar situation.
She still couldn't believe she agreed to do such a thing.
Hinata's face flushed, "N-Naruto-kun, d-don't..." She practically moaned as a warning, pleading with him to act properly and refrain from going too far.
But she knew her husband.
She knew how carried away he could get.
She looked up to see a mischievous grin grazing his whiskered face, his blue eyes taking in every love face she tried to hide and every time she fought to reject the pleasure effects of his toy.
He was there, enjoying the show, never letting his devious blue eyes stray from her for too long.
An amused chuckle escaped the blonde male's mouth.
He shushed her.
"Shh, hime. You don't wanna cause a scene, now do you?" Naruto teased with a toothy grin, proud of himself to say the least for coming up with such a fantastic plan.
Why didn't he think of this before?
In truth, he felt powerful.
It made him feel incredible to know that he could make his wife lose control at the touch of a button. He felt a sense of pride as he witnessed her wriggle and shake, pervaded with immense pleasure as a result of him.
She felt good because of him.
And he wasn't even touching her.
Oh yes, Naruto was having a blast, and deep down, he knew Hinata was too.
He decided to up the ante. For her sake anyway.
Under the table, in his left hand, Naruto was gripping the vibrator's remote, a tiny gadget that was used to direct every move the vibrator made.
This time, Naruto made the decision to press the button on the remote several more times in order to increase the toy's intensity and speed inside his wife.
Only after that did he watch Hinata.
He watched her.
'That's it, baby, squirm. Squirm for me.' Naruto thought deviously in his head, with the same toothy grin on his face.
Naruto simply sat back and watched as his wife crumbled in front of him, crumbling in front of the public eye.
Hinata lurched forward as the thrill of the vibration intensified, causing an even stronger rush of pleasure to hit her in the gut. Her pussy profusely released its love juices due to the highly aroused state it was in.
Her underwear was practically drenched!
She covered her mouth with one hand, using her fingers to keep her mouth shut and any sounds that might pass through it hidden.
However, in the midst of her motions, they exposed the sparkling emerald cut diamond ring that embraced her ring finger, exhibited for all to see. Due to her hand motions, she openly expressed her present relationship status as well as her husband's impressive financial state.
The ring glistened and shimmered in the light like a star, decorating the hand that it adorned tenfold.
Hinata trembled before grabbing a fistful of her dress from beneath the table with her other hand. She wiggled against her seat to contain herself.
"N-Naruto-kun…"
Hinata was shaken to her very core by the vibrator's buzz, which served as a constant reminder of its presence. The buzz was like a continuous song, humming with no use in ceasing or giving her a break.
It was relatively painful, yet so good.
Hinata was aroused, shaky, and overall, a total mess.
Up that pleasure peak, she felt herself ascending steadily till she reached her very first climax.
An orgasm this exquisitely enjoyable caused her surroundings to briefly blur, leaving her only able to concentrate on the vibrator deep inside of her.
Her husband's mischievous blue eyes were inescapable, as they followed her the entire time, watching her every step of the way as she nearly reached a climax in public.
But her high was interrupted.
Another chuckle was emitted, before she heard the deep voice of her husband, a sound that certainly didn't help her situation. Her husband only made her even more aroused.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Naruto murmured faintly while discreetly turning over the pages of his menu to appear busy. Instead, he was busy teasing his wife, who was doing everything she could to retain her composure and avoid drawing unwelcome attention to herself.
Hinata nodded, her eyes glossy, and her lips set in a pout, "Y-Yes." She could only moan, moaning the truth about how good the toy made her feel. She could not bring herself to lie.
Now, it was Naruto's turn to be aroused.
Merely by her honest response, he felt his dick twitch in his formal pants, ever so steadily hardening as he witnessed his wife spasm and shake in her panties at their restaurant booth.
He licked his lips, glancing up at her through the cracks of his blonde bangs, "Mmm, yeah? So you like the toy I bought for you, eh?"
Naruto snickered, his shoulders rumbling up and down in amusement.
"You like how my toy stir up your insides, hm? How it buzz and tremble inside you?" Naruto snickered again, bringing his free hand forward to rest his chin on it.
He simply watched his wife rock back and forth in her seat, wiggling in the booth of the chair as if she had ants in her panties. The dark strands of her hair stuck to her cheeks, and she used such strands to hide, to hide further from the public world around her.
But it was no use.
Naruto hummed, "Oh hime, you have no idea how much fun I'm having watching you. You look absolutely breathtaking." He moaned, his lips having a mind of their own.
At this moment, he was expressing his desires, gradually freeing them from the cage they had been imprisoned in for so long.
At times, however, he had to pause in his words whenever a diner or waiter walked by their booth. He put a temporary stop to his statements before resuming them when he was in the clear again.
He even nonchalantly waved at a few onlookers who chose to spare the couple their gaze instead of eating, sparing Hinata looks longer than Naruto actually liked.
In response to his waving, such people merely gave him odd looks before whipping their heads away and resuming their meals and their own conversations.
Naruto smirked in satisfaction before turning his attention back to his wife.
His blue eyes, darkened by lust and amusement, trailed her from head to toe, taking in every detail.
He noticed her trembling began to worsen.
Naruto certainly knew what that meant.
The blonde male clicked his tongue, before giving her an order, one that immediately snapped her out of her trance.
"Try not to cum, yeah? You can do that for me, right, hime?"
Naruto was teasing her. Playing with her.
He was well aware of the effect his toy had on her, how it tore her apart no matter how much she attempted to stifle her moans, all of her love faces, and her heavy breathing.
He knew how much she desired a release, and now that she was high on pleasure, she didn't care about the many people in close proximity to them.
Naruto was aware of Hinata's impending orgasm and how good she felt during the entire ordeal.
But he didn't offer her the satisfaction she desired.
Naruto quickly depressed the vibrator's button to substantially reduce its speed and intensity in order to make sure Hinata wouldn't attain her climax.
In reaction, Hinata's high was cut short, leaving her with only a pleasure that she thought to be somewhat meager—certainly not enough to really drive her over the edge.
It was all an elaborate tease. And it went on again and again.
Naruto increased the toy's pace to thrill Hinata, only to decrease it when she was near to reaching her climax.
Truly, Hinata felt like she was stuck in a never-ending loop without the sweet conclusion she craved.
It was all so much.
Hinata felt like she was losing her mind.
And Naruto grinned, a toothy grin as he made eye contact with the glossy lavender eyes of his wife, who looked to barely be able to keep them open.
She breathed deep, her shoulders tucked tight, shoved up to her ears.
She gripped her dress tighter, sending him a glare, an adorable glare where her reddened cheeks were puffed, and her eyebrows were furrowed. Those scarlet covered lips of hers set into a frown.
"N-Naruto-kun, don't you think this has g-gone on l-long enough?" Hinata whispered in desperation.
Naruto shook his head in response, oddly slow, humorously so. It was a sight that caused Hinata's mouth to gape.
She groaned, wiggling in her chair once again like a young child holding its urine.
The vibrations were truly kicking her ass.
She wasn't sure how much longer she could avoid reaching an orgasm. She wasn't sure how long she could continue following her husband's orders, or rather, how long she could keep herself from embarrassing herself in front of everyone around.
She shook her head yet again, which caused her hair to sway profusely, "I-I don't know how m-much more of this I-I can handle, N-Naruto-kun. I-I r-really need to cu-"
However, just like before and the time before that, her remarks were cut off and rendered inaudible.
Her husband pulled up a finger to the front of his lips in a discrete, yet authoritative manner, narrowing those icy blue eyes of his.
It was a subtle but clear warning sign, and from what she could tell, Naruto employed such an expression to advise her to stop her meaningless pleading and to simply accept his toy. Like a good girl.
Hinata whimpered.
However, a little movement attracted her attention in the dimly lit area, forcing her eyes to rise up. However, they did so just as her husband turned to see their server hurrying back toward their booth after being away for some time.
Hinata swallowed nervously. Oh, so that's the real reason Naruto silenced her.
Their server was back.
Their server was a young man, one that looked to be merely in his late 20s with black hair, a curled mustache, and a classy work suit.
He approached their table with two wine glasses in hand, drinks that the two had indeed requested.
He smiled at the couple, "Two red wines?"
Instantly, Naruto's former devious look vanished so as to take on a look suitable to reveal to the public eye: a wide, welcoming grin that revealed nearly all of his pearly whites and bright blue eyes.
He nodded his blonde head, beckoning his hand, "Hai hai, arigatō gozaimasu, Mano-san." Naruto replied back earnestly, after catching the server's name badge on his uniform.
The black haired server grinned and gently placed their wine glasses on the table, accompanied by a loud clatter.
The male soon backed away, to face the couple, with a fresh smile. He bowed his head low, with his hands by his side, "Dō itashimashite." He replied politely, bowing his head in Naruto and then Hinata's direction.
He then stood back up, straightening his spine.
Briefly, however, Mano switched his head back and forth while giving Hinata and Naruto a nice, long look. He observed their matching attire, the joy in their eyes, and their all-around elegant appearance.
He hummed softly, "You two make such a beautiful couple. I assume that the two of you are on a date, yes?" He asked with a broad smile.
Hinata instantly blushed red.
Naruto laughed in glee.
The spiky haired blonde nodded his head, "Thank you, once again, Mano-san. My wife and I are quite pleased with your compliment."
Naruto nodded his head over at Hinata, who smiled thinly at the nice young man.
That's all that she could muster.
"And yes, Mano-san, we are on a date, and we are enjoying ourselves immensely this fine evening." Naruto announced joyously.
"Aren't we, Hinata-hime?"
Naruto purposely dragged Hinata into the conversation, casting her in the spotlight and therefore giving her no choice but to answer.
Mano turned to her in response, smiling brightly.
The whiskered blonde chuckled as he watched Hinata struggle to maintain her composure and avoid moaning during her discourse as she actively resisted the effects of the buzzing toy inside her.
She swallowed her nerves before raising her head and flashing Mano a genuine grin, as normal as she could conjure, and not one that cast her in an odd light.
"Y-Yes, w-we are i-i-indeed enjoying ourselves, Mano-san. The restaurant here is so beautiful." Hinata declared happily, with a beaming smile, one that actually blew Naruto away.
He felt his dick twitch once more in his slacks.
He rubbed his thumb back and forth along the vibrator remote in his hand, tempted to tease his wife with it a little more, especially after that. He couldn't resist.
Mano beamed in happiness due to Hinata's response and he bowed once more, "That is delightful to hear, miss. We welcome you anytime, of course."
He then stood back up to dig into his pocket for his notepad, his brown eyes drifting down to the couple's open menus.
"Now, I must ask, have you two decided what to order?" His eyes switched back and forth from Naruto to Hinata.
"Any appetizers, perhaps? Or do you two need more time to decide?"
Hinata lowered her head, no longer able to meet the kind server's eyes. She couldn't continue to look at him, not while she was being stimulated at the same time. She felt so ashamed.
Naruto shot her a glance.
He raised an eyebrow, "Well, what do you think, Hinata-hime? Have you decided what you want to eat yet, love?"
Hinata could almost hear the amusement in her husband's response; it was so evident.
"You can choose anything you like, my darling. My treat."
With a grin, Naruto declared, his husky voice reemerging to highlight the amusement he felt so boldly.
Hinata's breathing hitched at his words, her body subconsciously reacting to them. Her attention, however, soon landed on her open menu, which was set out before her. Slowly but surely, she trailed her cloudy gaze across the many pages, identifying the words below.
She bit her scarlet red lips briefly, "Th-The k-kaiseki l-looks i-interesting." She muttered out in a low whisper, one that caused both Naruto and Mano to lean closer to hear.
Naruto arched his brow before focusing his attention on the specific meal Hinata mentioned which was featured on his own menu, locating it with his eyes.
"The kaiseki, eh?" He clicked his tongue, turning towards the waiter who stood patiently waiting.
Naruto gave him a nod, "Mano-san, could you please inform my wife a little more about this particular meal that she's interested in. It would be greatly appreciated."
Mano nodded happily as a response, eager to assist, "Of course!"
He turned to face Hinata, solely her this time.
Mano moved forward slightly to gesture to the dish she had pointed out on her menu, tapping the menu book with his finger.
"The kaiseki, to put it simply, is a traditional Japanese banquet meal consisting of small dishes prepared and served course by course. So…" Mano trailed off to point at something on the page that was written, but Hinata could not follow.
Her mind yet again drifted back to the vibrator that was inside her, drilling her walls, stimulating her core, and bringing her closer and closer to her release.
"...the kaiseki is a meal of many meals, but all presented in small portions. Presumably, this meal consists of side dishes of sushi and sashimi, tempura, nimono, tsukemono, soba and udon noodles, tofu, and yakizakana."
"Ah!" Naruto exclaimed with raised eyebrows, "Did you say tempura and yakizakana?"
Finally, by the sudden emergence of Naruto's voice, the heavy weight of the server's gaze was freed from Hinata, allowing her to finally release the breath she's been holding.
Mano switched his gaze away to plant his attention on Naruto. He hummed, "Yes?"
Naruto shook his head, now showcasing a solemn expression, "Gomen nasai, but my wife is not fond of shrimp, fish, or any seafood for that matter." He announced, as a disclaimer.
Mano gasped, "Oh, that is quite alright. Would you like to substitute that portion then, for another dish?"
Naruto turned to face Hinata, racing his blue gaze over the flushed face of her own.
He tilted his head, now seeking her for an answer, "Well then, Hinata-hime. Would you like to substitute for this dish, or just choose another one?"
Hinata blew out a shaky breath, trying her best to keep her composure. But she just couldn't think to save her life. The emptiness of her stomach, nor the sheer desire for food, were insufficient to overpower the plethora of pleasurable sensations coursing through her body at the moment.
She couldn't even bring herself to even think of food given the circumstances. She couldn't even get her thoughts to settle.
Hinata wiggled in her spot yet again.
"A-Ano, I-I am not sure-"
"Well, that's alright, hime. I'll handle this, don't worry." Naruto declared with a chuckle, before beckoning the server closer, so he could converse with him further about their order.
Hinata watched the scene through the glossy lens of her eyes, surprised to say the least to see her husband's demeanor change so drastically.
'What a sneaky man you are, Naruto-kun.' Hinata thought with a shake of her head, closely observing Naruto calmly conversing with the server about the menu. He asked Mano several things, considerably for food suggestions along with the questions he himself had as he browsed through the menu.
Hinata sat in silence, her emotions jumbled by the vibrator her husband had put inside her. She sought to stay seen but unseen, keeping all sounds and odd conduct under lock and key.
She often sought for her wine glass to drink.
She did so merely to quench her palate and take her mind off the unceasing pleasure that was overwhelming her.
She gulped down the red wine and hummed as she did so, enjoying the fruity flavor and even the rush it provided her. She sipped at her glass several times, to make use of the alcoholic beverage and ease her mind.
But as soon as she put it down, she felt the vibrator inside of her speed up. In addition, she noticed that the rhythm of the buzzing had changed; now it buzzed in lengthy, stimulating intervals.
Hinata couldn't hold it in.
She whined, kicking her legs in reaction. But that only led to her knees crashing up into the table, causing abrupt commotion to ensue.
Lots of attention was drawn to her, particularly from their server.
Hinata winced in pain, her cheeks flushed, "G-Gomen! I-I-mmm."
Uncontrollably shaking, Hinata's legs started to jiggle under the table as if they had a mind of their own.
The vibrator grounded into her considerably more powerfully and even buzzed a little louder, causing Hinata to become overly subconscious that it would be heard. She stiffened up, trying her absolute best not to cum.
But it was no use.
She couldn't take it.
"Miss? Are you okay? Is everything-?"
Naruto's voice emerged again.
With a laugh, he dismissed the issue, "Ahh, everything is fine, Mano-san. My wife is just anxious. Heh, starvation could do that to ya, wouldn't you say?"
Naruto was quite crafty.
He possessed the talent of persuasive speech, always knowing what to say and when to say it to get out of particular circumstances or to change the course of affairs in his favor.
Given right now.
With only a few words, he was able to calm Mano's mind and entirely allay his concerns. He was able to persuade Mano to ignore all of Hinata's strange actions and the numerous sounds and motions she was unable to conceal.
Instead, Naruto finished off their conversation by finding an order suitable for them both and disclosing it.
"So, my wife and I will share the kanto sukiyaki. Preferably with warishita sauce, pork rather than beef, and rice, along with the other accompaniments."
"So you want the Japanese hot pot? Good choice!"
Mano scribbled Naruto and Hinata's order down.
"Are you okay with the additional enoki mushrooms, napa cabbage, tofu, udon noodles and shungiku? Are you okay with the additional steamed vegetables?"
"Hai, that sounds wonderful." Naruto added with a hum and a salivating mouth.
Mano scribbled down the order for the pair as swiftly as he could on his notepad. He made sure to write every single word Naruto said, every substitution he made of his desired meal down onto his notepad with his pen.
"Alrighty, sounds delicious. I'll be sure to get that out for you both as soon as possible." Mano announced before reaching forward to responsibly confiscate the menus from them both.
He bowed yet again, "In the meantime, please, enjoy your wine and your date, overall!"
And with that, Mano walked away, seemingly disappearing into the extravagances of the restaurant, blending in with the people and the decoration; leaving Naruto and Hinata alone, at last.
Upon Mano's departure, the entire table fell silent, and Naruto and Hinata merely spent their time exchanging sidelong glances.
Naruto snickered as he witnessed Hinata lowering her head, casting her lavender eyes downward to avoid his stare.
She was extremely embarrassed; her complexion was burning a bright red, just like a ripe tomato. Such a blush of hers was even more vivid than the dress she wore.
Hinata appeared more adorable to the blonde male thanks to those lips of hers, which were placed in a cute pout, covered in that crimson red lipstick he adored so fucking much.
Naruto laughed as he reached for his wine glass. He drew it to the front of his lips, ready to sip the alcohol contained therein.
But he paused.
"That was a close one."
The spiky haired blonde breathed out just before he finally took a sip of his beverage.
He hummed as the crisp, fruity beverage surged across his taste receptors, dampened his mouth, and quenched his thirst.
Hinata jerked in surprise, sparing a glance up at her husband. But she tensed when she saw that he was still fixated on her even as he busied himself with his drink.
Her mouth gaped as she observed how the liquids pouring down his esophagus caused his bulging adam's apple to bob up and down in heavy drops along his throat.
Her gaze shifted to the hard grip his hand had on his glass. He gripped his wine glass firmly so he could tilt it however he pleased with the help of those thick fingers of his, the exact same fingers she knew could ruin her.
His own wedding band, found upon his ring finger, sparkled in the light. The ring continuously brushed against the glass of his wine cup, producing a ding sound as it did so.
Hinata's cheeks burned red and she turned away, the same time Naruto put a cease to his drinking, and placed his glass back on the table.
With a groan, he licked his lips, savoring the last of the wine in his reach, "Mmm, yes, that was a close one indeed. Almost giving yourself away to Mano-san, heh, causing a scene." Naruto resumed his teasing, which only made Hinata's skin redder and redder.
She felt so embarrassed.
She twiddled her fingers underneath the table, her legs trembling nonstop, "I-I…"
"You want to be caught, hm, Hinata-hime? You want our little secret to be found out by all of these people, is that it?"
Hinata jolted, her breath hitching. 'No, kami no!' She practically screeched in her head.
She didn't want that at all! She would most certainly die!
Hinata shook her head at Naruto, frantically, "N-No, I-I don't. I don't, Naruto-kun."
Her husband arched an eyebrow at her, staring into her eyes with such intensity that he seemed to be delving into the depths of her soul, scouring the dark corners of her mind.
Such a strong fixation from her husband toward her made her squirm. Hinata scrunched more into the cushion of the booth as another desperate attempt to hide.
Naruto clicked his tongue, before moving his hands forward to clasp them before his face, setting his elbows firmly on the table.
"Hm." He only hummed, before growing silent.
Those captivating blue eyes of his began to wander, and the gears in his head began to turn.
He was contemplating something. Hinata knew that much.
'But what?' Hinata panickedly thought to herself. She was practically drenched in sweat by this point, and as time went on, her breathing only grew harsher and far more erratic.
Her feminine hormones were running wild, messing with her body and causing her to experience a slew of emotions all at once.
Not to mention that the toy inside her was still turned on and buzzing, tormenting her lady parts even now. She couldn't think straight.
However, she was shaken out of her trance when suddenly her husband's voice emerged again. But what he said was not at all what she expected. What he said absolutely blew her mind.
"Take off your panties."
His order was abrupt, irrational, and completely mind baffling. Hinata could not believe her ears. She could not believe her husband!
Her lavender eyes shot wide, her body tensing up like never before. Did he just?
Hinata's mouth gaped, "N-Nani?!"
Her breath hitched, "N-Naruto-kun, y-you want me t-t-to what?" Her brain couldn't process the order she was given. She knew she was losing it given the pressing circumstances that were against her, but there was no way her husband would insist she take her underwear off in such a tremendously public area.
He didn't demand that.
Did he?
Hinata froze as she heard Naruto chuckle quite deviously from across the table, his hands folded still and held in a way that partially concealed his face.
He tilted his head, causing his blonde bangs to brush against his forehead.
"Oh don't play dumb, my darling. I take it from that body blush you're harboring, and how ridiculously shaky you've gotten, you heard me loud and clear."
Naruto's eyes darkened a bit further, completely shrouded by lust.
"I want those panties off of you. Now."
Hinata could only gulp.
Yep, her husband has gone completely overboard, just as she feared.
Hinata knew this would happen.
She knew the very first moment her husband proposed this very naughty plan to her that he would end up losing all manner of control.
She knew that he would simply become over excited and raise the stakes to an extent where she would most certainly die of embarrassment.
She knew that when he was overcome with lust, it was difficult for him to think clearly, particularly now that he has finally been given the opportunity to have his fun with her exactly as he had imagined.
No way can he contain himself.
And no way can she disobey him…
Even with the odds stacked against her, with the possibility of being caught and potentially banned from Anagō's altogether, Hinata found herself obeying orders as absurd as the one her husband had just given her.
She found herself nodding her head, feeling inclined to do so as an act of submission.
"F-Fine."
Naruto grinned, his whiskered cheeks rising to reveal his sparkling white teeth, including his distinctively sharpened canines.
"Now that's a good wife."
Hinata shuddered at Naruto's compliment before carrying out the command she had been given. But she didn't, not without first taking a look around the restaurant to observe her surroundings.
Her lavender eyes took in the many people dining in the area, as well as the many joyful faces all around her. Everyone else was minding their own business, engaging in conversations that merely blended with one another. Everyone in the area kept their attention on their menus, their loved ones, or their food.
The waiters and waitresses were now scattered throughout the restaurant, tending to the numerous other diners and their demands; nowhere in sight.
No one looked up.
No one looked their way.
And so…
Hinata blew out a deep breath. She was in the clear.
So she shakily moved her hands down her frame, along her hips, pinching the ends of her dress's fabric in preparation for tugging it up.
But she sent a pout at Naruto before doing so, "This is not what we planned, Naruto-kun." She whispered with a shake of her head.
But Naruto merely chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, "Ahh, and getting caught wasn't either." Naruto pointed out with a raised eyebrow, "You're not being as discreet as you promised, love. Therefore, I'll have to raise the bar, just a tad."
He nodded his head again, towards her now halted hands, "Go on." Naruto beckoned, "You take too long, someone is gonna notice. So I advise you to pick up the pace."
Hinata let out a groan before doing as she was told. She bit the bullet, and picked up the pace.
She went the whole way.
"Kami, this is so em-embarrassing." Hinata whimpered before pushing her dress up along her hips and grabbing her black lace panties underneath.
With a shimmy of her hips and a tug on the material of her underwear, she was able to pull the item of clothing down her thighs and then her legs.
She yanked her panties further away from the rest of her lower frame from underneath the table, till they were entirely off her person.
Afterward, she made sure to quickly pull back down her dress, to hide her voluptuous hips and ass from view; to hide all exposed skin of hers.
She could feel how extremely damp her underwear were now that they were gathered in her palm. Every inch of the lace fabric was covered in the slimy, thick fluids of her lower area. Not to mention, her panties felt clammy and warm.
Hinata's pale skin just became more red upon realizing such a detail, her body temperature steadily rising to extreme heights.
She was so flustered that she genuinely felt like a teenager again, completely in control of neither her hormones nor herself.
All because of her husband.
Hinata blew out a deep breath, "I-I did it. Now wha-?"
She looked up only to see her husband beckoning for what she assumed to be her underwear with his hand extended across the table.
She groaned once more, trying her best to fight the flustered emotions that gripped her.
"Kami, you're so naughty, Naruto-kun."
Naruto grinned, a cheeky grin, "Can't help it. You make me this way, hime." He beckoned his hand again.
"Now give me."
Hinata rolled her eyes before discreetly bringing her bundled up panties across the table, in a way that it was not visible to those around her.
Hinata's soft fingers brushed up against her husband's calloused fingers as she handed him her panties, summoning a tingle down her spine.
She bit her lip as she watched as Naruto grabbed them from her hold, only to gasp in response to how damp they were.
"Holy shit, they're fucking soaked." His blue gaze swept across the lace material in his palms as if in a daze. His thumb skimmed back and forth over the panties, relishing the fact that this very item was once on his wife's body, so close to her lady parts.
Naruto groaned, "Heh, and you call me the naughty one. Mmm."
Hinata rolled her eyes yet again, now entirely bare without the fabric of her underwear covering her. Now she felt completely naked and exposed, her bare ass brushing against the cushions of the seat beneath her.
Never before had she ever done something so naughty and vulgar in public, let alone go without underwear in a public place.
'Kami, the things I do for my husband.' Hinata scolded herself, crossing her arms over her chest.
But her thoughts were interrupted once more by the unpredictability of her husband's behavior.
Suddenly, she found herself witnessing Naruto succumbing to lust once more, and committing an act that caused her embarrassment to skyrocket.
Hinata observed after Naruto spent a few seconds or so staring at her panties in his hand before finally succumbing to his desires, that is, turning his head away from the public to give her panties a long, deep sniff.
He adored his wife's sweet, alluring scent, savoring the natural secretions elicited from her honeypot by brushing the damp panties in his possession against his nose.
And just as if he obtained a whiff of narcotics, Naruto's eyes rolled to the back of his head, hus legs trembling as if the temperature in the room had plummeted by several degrees.
"Mmm, fuck. You smell so fucking good."
Hinata screeched, before quickly reaching over the table to whack her naughty husband across the shoulder, an action that only caused Naruto to burst into a fit of laughter.
"N-Naruto-kun, you perv!" She swatted at him again, "Behave yourself." Hinata seethed through clenched teeth.
"Fine, fine!"
Naruto declared with a laugh before deciding to remove her panties from view by grasping the right lapel of his tux and opening it. He tucked the panties into the inside pocket of his formal suit before brushing it back into place.
Following that, he settled on giving her a childish, innocent look while tapping the table with his fingers.
Hinata glared.
Naruto smirked mischievously.
"Mmm, now then..."
He trailed off, before tilting his head, "What should we do while we wait for dinner, hm?"
Hinata bit her lower lip as she observed her husband's gaze descend to an object under the table, one that she was all too familiar with.
She felt her pussy tingle underneath her dress, tingling in anticipation.
Naruto gasped playfully, stroking his finger back and forth across the vibrator remote still within his hold, hidden beneath the table.
"Ahh, I know."
Only after that did Hinata experience a rush of intense pleasure that arose between her thighs once more, a pleasure that was extremely addicting but rapidly growing too intense to endure.
Such sensations were strong, rushing all at her at once like a tidal wave, completely taking her for a whirl. It was those very pleasurable sensations, ones that made her spasm, dripping wet, and begging for mercy, that were sensations she no longer could fight.
It didn't even matter about the fact she was given a slight break. The pleasure rushed at her like deja vu to dominate her, haunting her mind, body, and soul.
Hinata practically crashed head first into her climax, driven there in mere seconds as the vibrations from the toy increased its motions inside her. She was reminded, then and there, of how glorious the sensations the toy gave her were.
It was bittersweet how the pleasure from the vibrator flipped flopped her belly, tingled her pussy within, and seemingly affected every nerve inside her leading her to spasm and shake like a madwoman in public.
She clutched her dress, panting heavily, "N-Naruto-kun…I-I can't.."
Naruto snickered, tilting his head, "Aww, what can't you do, hime?
The pleasure never stopped. The vibrator never ceased. No matter how much she begged, or called out her husband's name. It all continued.
Non-stop.
Hinata shook her head in desperation, rushing her other hand up to cover her mouth. She was practically on the verge of tears, the sweet urge to cum so strong, it was almost tangible, springing against her skin.
"Pl-Please, I-I can't. I can't!" She tried to remain calm, but she just couldn't. She was beginning to panic.
Her voice was beginning to rise in volume, out of its normal whisper. Naruto shushed her in response, glancing around discreetly.
"Yes, you can, hime."
She shook her head again, her body curling in on itself. She even folded her legs beneath the table, shoving one hand deep into her pelvis, anything to keep the bundling nerves in her gut at bay.
But to no prevail.
She gave Naruto another pleading look, trying her best to get him to understand her case, "No, I-I really can't. I can't take this, Naruto-kun."
Hinata lowered her voice even more, a very solemn look expressed on her flushed face.
"I-I need to cum."
Hinata whimpered as she witnessed how spread out her husband's lips grew, giving rise to a huge grin after her frantic request.
To be honest, she had no idea what she was even pleading for anymore. For release? To be free of stimulation? Or to be kept from embarrassing herself?
She had no idea. She felt herself going insane.
Her trembling became worse as she heard Naruto's distant laughter, who was not hesitant about expressing how much fun he was having given her predicament.
But Hinata didn't find her situation amusing one bit.
She was seconds away from completing her journey up the pleasurable peak of her climax. She was seconds away from orgasming, and thus making a mess all over the chair underneath her. She was seconds away from screaming out.
Seconds away from alerting everyone of their secret.
Hinata's eyes widened.
'Oh no! Oh kami!' She practically screeched in her head, now driven to a point of no return.
She couldn't take it anymore.
She couldn't play Naruto's game anymore.
So, before she knew it, her body had developed a mind of its own and she sprung to her feet.
"Eek! I-I have to go to th-the restroom!" Hinata screeched in a flustered mess, pushing her body along the booth to stand.
Her movements were wobbly and unstable, but that didn't stop her from getting the hell out of dodge, in order to avoid completely embarrassing herself in front of everyone.
She fled.
And the dark cerulean eyes of her husband watched.
Naruto sat and silently watched as his lovely wife, frazzled as can be, hurried by him, attempting to maintain her composure in public.
Her plan to appear normal failed, however, and a few people gave her odd looks given that she wobbled like a drunk woman all while rocking and bending on her heels as if they were stilts.
Her bodily spasms were obvious, as was her overall instability as she hurriedly strided passed the long aisle of occupied booths and chairs; the best she could anyway.
Naruto found it all so amusing.
He snickered as he watched her too, but his amusement was shortly interrupted by the emergence of another voice, one that was all too familiar.
"Is everything alright over here?"
Naruto shifted his amused blue eyes up only to come into contact with the worried eyes of his server. Mano.
Mano walked with quick steps toward the booth Naruto currently occupied alone, his brown eyes plastered on the backside of his wife as she fled the area, doing so in frantic movements.
Naruto turned his head as well, almost instantly locating Hinata with his eyes within the packed restaurant of extravagance. All the while, her previous statements about where she was headed resonated in his head like a mantra.
He grinned. 'The restroom, eh?'
His mind was immediately taken over by extremely naughty thoughts. It was those very thoughts that were just too irresistible to ignore, too irresistible not to bring to fruition.
How could he resist?
Hinata made it too easy for him. It was as if she was begging for him to follow her, begging to raise their scandalous actions to the next level.
It was as if she was begging for him to mess her up completely.
Naruto licked his lips. 'Heh, if sex is what you wanted, Hinata-hime? Why didn't you just ask-?'
"Sir?"
Naruto's lewd thoughts were interrupted at the sound of Mano's voice again, reminding him of his presence.
To be honest, he completely forgot he was even there.
Naruto turned towards the worried black-haired male, and merely gave him a cheeky grin, "Oh, everything is fine, Mano-san. More than fine actually." He announced with a laugh before discreetly slipping the vibrator's remote from his grip into his pants pocket.
"Don't worry." Naruto added with a shake of his head.
Mano nodded slowly, still partly concerned. But he simply brushed it off.
"Oh, alright then. I have come to announce that your dinner will arrive shortly."
"Ah! What a delight. Thank you for the news, Mano-san." Naruto cheered, happy nonetheless by the news. But he had other matters to tend to first.
He cleared his throat, "Will you, uh, excuse me." Naruto muttered before taking a stand, sliding himself out of his booth to do so.
Mano nodded, following the blonde male with his eyes as he stood. He gave him one last bow, "You are excused. Enjoy the rest of your time here." Was the only thing Mano said before he scurried off, leaving the area once more.
But Naruto couldn't help the naughty smirk that grazed his whiskered face due to Mano's response. He turned his body around, in order to face the direction his wife fled too.
His smirk widened even further when his eyes located the restroom sign a few feet away, hanging up on the ceiling.
Naruto hummed in satisfaction.
"Oh we will, Mano-san. We will."
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Hinata didn't waste any time getting to the women's restroom in Anagō's restaurant.
She pushed the heavy entrance door open and walked inside after a few trips of her heels and humiliating missteps.
But that didn't stop her.
She merely traveled onward, deeper into the restroom, the slam of the door behind her the least of her worries. Her heels clicked against the polished white floors below, the sound bouncing off the walls and surfacing as echoes.
Hinata ignored everything around her as she moved along, disregarding her surroundings entirely. She completely overlooked the spotless and opulent elements of the restroom surrounding her as well as how large it was overall. Even the creak of the bathroom door and the additional pair of footsteps that landed on the floor behind her went unnoticed.
Hinata only pressed forward.
Her eyes were fixated on the several stalls to her right, which towered above her.
Overall, the bathroom had a considerable amount of bathroom stalls throughout. The stalls also were lined up in rows, all possessing solid doors polished with a brown bamboo texture which matched the rest of the bathroom's décor. Hinata found the overall design fairly soothing and visually appealing.
The doors that were provided to cover such stalls had the ability to close and lock for seclusion, which was a sight that greatly eased Hinata.
That's exactly what she needed right now.
Privacy.
Never before had she sought for a bathroom stall so desperately, but at this very moment, she had no other wishes.
It was such a magnificent sight.
So, in order to save herself from further embarrassment, Hinata quickly entered a restroom stall that was the furthest from the main door.
However, her movements were erratic and shaky throughout.
To prevent any contents inside her from spilling out, Hinata discovered that she had to clench her thighs tightly together and adopt a somewhat silly shuffling posture while she walked.
Throughout it all, she was trying her absolute best to keep her composure, but she knew...
Oh she knew…
It was only a matter of time before she fell completely apart.
She was sweating bullets, her eyes hooded and her breathing shaky due to overstimulation. Her stomach was currently twisted into knots, seemingly filled with boiling hot lava as a result of her efforts of continuing to reject the delightful sensations inflicted to her body by the vibrator inside of her, as well as consciously holding back her orgasms all night.
Doing so beforehand put her in a fine position, ensuring her both against defying her husband's orders and public humiliation. At the time, holding back worked in her favor.
But now…
Hinata was paying the consequences for suppressing her orgasms for so long. She was convinced she was going to explode from the inside out.
Any minute.
Any second now.
So she didn't hesitate to move to close the restroom stall she was now occupying behind her, finally giving herself the privacy she craved.
But, her efforts were stopped.
Just as she was about to close the door, a hand other than her own stopped it midway, sending a faint thud resonating throughout the spacious public restroom.
A gasp sprang from her lips as she saw her exertions were thwarted by a hand which gripped the edge of the door she held, using strength beyond her own to keep the door ajar.
Her breath hitched.
Hinata's lavender eyes widened when they caught sight of the glistening wedding ring that adorned the large hand before her. And in that moment, it was as if she could telepathically sense the person that was there. It was as if her soul was drawn to such a person, located its mate rather, and had been rejuvenated entirely as a result.
Hinata's heart fluttered as if it sensed the presence of the one she loved. Her cheeks burned red.
Hinata knew who was there.
She knew.
Her heart began to beat faster…
and faster…
She tightened her grip on the door and shifted her lavender eyes upward in a steady motion, anticipation and excitement seizing her and driving her hormones into a tizzy.
Her eyes drifted up and merely halted, when they finally came face to face with the mysterious, not so mysterious newcomer that was present. But who she saw there, answered all of her suspicions, proving the feeling in her gut correct.
Once more, her heart pounded when her eyes connected with blonde, spiky hair, which seemingly revealed itself to her by peeking inside from the cracks of the shifted door.
Hinata whimpered, her legs trembling but not from fear but due to her steadily increasing arousal.
She gulped, "N-Naruto-kun?"
A deep chuckle was heard as she acknowledged the male's presence, speaking his name. Such a voice, one she was all too familiar with, surfaced as an incentive, a reward for guessing correctly. But hearing such a thing now, in her current situation, did not grant Hinata relief.
More like utter embarrassment.
The midnight blue haired woman watched in shock as the door she was holding slid open a little further, just enough for her husband to be revealed in all his sexy glory.
And there he was, towering above her in his formal attire, his devious intention to follow her into the women's restroom and sneak up on her now completely exposed.
Oh, there Naruto was.
There, Hinata saw that he possessed a very devious grin on his whiskered face, his darkened blue eyes narrowed in that sensual manner she adored so much.
Given his hasty pursuit of her, his blonde hair, which he had groomed and tamed for their date earlier, was now completely disheveled, pressing against his forehead and nose.
Such a sight made a blush once more take its place along Hinata's cheeks, her heart skipping several beats.
Naruto chuckled once more, his blue eyes darkening even further at the sight of her, "Ahh, now, where do you think you're going so fast, hm?" His voice was incredibly husky, coated thick with lust.
It was all he said, before everything became a total blur for Hinata.
For her, one moment Naruto was outside the stall she occupied, and the next he was inside, occupying the small space just as she was.
Hinata's ears were filled with the click of the bathroom stall's lock before a thud permeated the room, a thud released by her body slamming against the locked door in front of her.
A yelp sprung out from her mouth as she was shoved forward, moved in a very lewd position. Large hands gripped and nudged her body, forcing her to completely bend over for the horny blonde behind her.
Hinata whimpered, her entire world dizzy from the quick pace of events. She couldn't keep up.
But one thing was certain: she knew exactly what Naruto desired. It was clear.
It has been clear the entire night.
Naruto was hot and bothered, eager to bring his desires from the dark recesses of his mind to life. Now that he was in the same stall as her, finally behind closed doors, he was not hesitant at all to reveal the naughty plans he had for her.
His restraint has slipped completely.
Hinata's dainty hands reached out before her, bracing herself against the thickness of the door in an effort to keep her balance, a whimper slipping out of her mouth.
But before she could speak, she was shocked to feel Naruto grab her formal dress and fling it upward in a quick motion, faster than Hinata could keep up with.
Hinata screeched as her lower area was abruptly exposed to a gust of wind and to the devious blue eyes of her husband. Now that her dress was out of the way, there was nothing there to hide that sweet spot between her thighs, which was additionally free of her underwear. Hinata's lower area was now completely exposed and easily accessible, much to Naruto's delight.
Hinata twisted her head rapidly, sparing Naruto a look of immense shock over her shoulder, "N-Naruto-kun, don't-"
"Heh, who said you can call it quits, eh?" Naruto moaned huskily, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to slide across his lips, "I'm not done playing with you, Hinata-hime."
Naruto's lustful eyes shifted downward, to take this special moment to inspect his wife's lower area and witness the messy state it was in. It's all he's been yearning to do.
He couldn't help but moan in awe, "Fuck, you're so gorgeous down here baby."
As Naruto inhaled, such words slipped out of his mouth without his conscious permission as he took in the beautiful sight in front of him.
He groaned yet again.
His dick practically leaped with joy upon seeing Hinata's pussy again; it was the most exquisite shade of pink he had ever seen.
Her love juices oozed out of her constantly like a leaky faucet, thick layers of it painted over the fat, flushed lips of her pussy. Such liquids worked like gloss, covering her lower area entirely and emphasizing every nook and crevice.
In fact, it produced a sight that Naruto can only describe as delectable. Succulent.
Naruto gleefully watched as her thick, slimy love juices steadily poured from her wet snatch to her thighs and then her legs.
Naruto grinned.
It was an image that he'd only imagined. It was a sight he could shamelessly announce he concocted in his own fashion within the pervy recesses of his mind as he sat at the diner table earlier, watching Hinata quiver and shake in her panties.
He's been patient.
Oh so, patient.
Naruto's been waiting, wishing, no, fucking craving.
Naruto huffed. 'Yes, craving is the word.' He thought in his head with a very lewd grin expressed on his face.
Yes, he's been craving like there's no tomorrow to finally get his hands on his wife, to pull up that fancy little dress of hers and witness the magnificent sight of what lies between her thighs. To taste her. To fill her up with his cock.
Given that note, Naruto groaned, his body jolted with the desire to take matters to the next level.
His body moved on its own, driven only by desire and need—and that need only existed for his wife. His thoughts were constantly focused on the lovely woman in front of him and those very thoughts never once left her, not even for even a moment.
His every desire was centered on Hinata. She was the source and savior of all his needs, urges, and impulses. So it's just for that reason that Naruto's mind was preoccupied with her and nothing else.
His mind never wavered, always returning back to her. Only her.
Naruto was lured to Hinata, wanting close contact, by the fact that he leaned his towering frame over, just along the slender curve of her backside, to seek her ear.
He breathed in it deeply, just as he curved his hands along her body to once more tug at her dress. But his tug caused her black lace bra to be revealed underneath. That too, was moved out of the way as well, pulled upward in one quick motion.
Naruto was quick to cup Hinata's now visible breasts, leading Hinata to burst in a fit of breathless gasps and moans which echoed off the walls of the public restroom.
Naruto hummed in delight, enjoying the noises Hinata made and the sensation of her supple breasts clasped between his fingers.
"Yes, that's it, spread those legs. Show me how turned on my toy has made you, my love."
When it came to seduction, Naruto was at the pinnacle of his abilities, masterfully influencing her body in ways that could excite her like no one else could.
His voice has now dropped an octave and now resides as extremely low and sultry as he exuded very naughty language to her, language in which Hinata knew he had been dying to express to her all night.
Hinata's control over reality began to weaken as a result of his words—in fact, just the sound of his voice was enough to make her weak in the knees.
The young woman was making an effort to maintain her composure but it was difficult with the barrage of stimuli coming at her from every direction. She was trying to keep it together but she felt herself slipping by the presence of her husband's large hands tightly clutching and squeezing her breasts, his warm body pressing against her from above, the warmth of his breath in her ear, and the low buzzing vibrator that was still buried deep inside of her.
Even now, Naruto's toy continued to vibrate inside of her, but at a very low intensity, just enough to keep her on the edge.
But now that their surroundings had changed and they were, instead, within an extraordinarily quiet setting, the buzz of the vibrator could be heard loud and clear as it rumbled inside of her. It sounded like the wings of a buzzing bee, bouncing off the walls and ringing in Hinata's ears.
Such a sound only added to Hinata's embarrassment.
She turned her head over her shoulder once more, but this time to shoot a glare at her horny husband.
She shook her head at him, in a chastising manner, "No, N-Naruto-kun. Not here." She spoke quietly, not wanting to be overheard. She shook her head once more, causing her dark blue hair to wag.
"Not now."
Hinata tried her hardest to be as demanding as she could, to grab a hold of her husband and shake him with her words to get him to behave. In all the times they've had sex, (and there were many times), they've never done it in public or taken it to such extremes as they did tonight.
Now, in a public restroom where anyone could enter at any time to find out what they were up to, Hinata was unable to bear carrying out what Naruto desired in this very bathroom stall.
She couldn't handle it!
'What is Naruto-kun thinking!' She practically screeched in her head. She was so embarrassed.
And yet, she found herself a little relieved…
Her cheeks burned red. 'No, no, not relieved!'
Hinata meant she felt disappointed to see Naruto's eyes spark mischievously in response to her demands, a reaction she had not expected. Naruto's eyes twinkled with amusement at the sound of his wife's pleas and the sight of that cute little glare on her face.
He laughed.
He surely hoped Hinata wasn't confident that her endearing little performance would make him stop his actions. She looked far too adorable, and not at all convincing or threatening enough to get him to reconsider his actions and act accordingly.
And, besides, he knew she wanted it just as much as he did. Deep down.
After numerous hectic days and limiting variables in his daily life, he has finally managed to get Hinata all to himself. He had the chance to finally offer her what they both wanted, and there was no way he was going to pass that up.
No way in hell.
There was nothing that could stop him now.
Hinata's voluminous breasts were the object of Naruto's continuous groping, which included giving those creamy masses of flesh wild circular motions. He tugged at her pink, rosy nipples and watched as she groaned, biting her lower lip.
"Aww, what's the matter? Are you afraid that someone will hear us, sweetheart?"
Hinata pouted but she ultimately nodded, "Y-Yes."
Naruto couldn't hold back from snickering, "Oh, but Hinata-hime, someone will only hear us if we become too loud. So I say we keep our voices down, yeah?" Naruto proclaimed with a head tilt, causing his bangs to tumble over.
"Can you do that for me, hime? Keep your voice down?" Naruto taunted with a mischievous grin, once again playing with Hinata. He was well aware that the task he had just given to his wife would be a very difficult one.
After all, Hinata was quite the vocalist during sex, always orchestrating a symphony of moans, groans, and screams as an instinctual reaction to the pleasure he gave to her body. He knew she couldn't hold back her moans, and it was for that reason that amused the hell out of Naruto even more.
And just as he predicted, Hinata's eyes widened in shock at his words and she gave her head a frantic shake. She even wiggled her body, wiggling in his grasp, "N-No, N-Naruto-kun, you know that I-"
"Ah! You know what?"
Naruto amusedly clicked his tongue before pausing his actions of groping his wife for a time to stand straight. He withdrew his hands from her breasts, causing the mounds of flesh to fall flat against her chest again, doing so with several enticing bounces.
Afterward, he gave his forehead a playful tap, all the while presenting an ear to ear grin, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I got something that'll solve our little "problem."
Hinata's mouth gaped.
Hinata was certainly at a loss for words due to Naruto's words. Each one took her by surprise more than the last, leaving her not knowing what to think. Without a doubt, she could truly declare that Naruto was upholding his end of the bargain by giving her a memorable night packed with excitement and fun.
She was truly in for a whirl, she knew.
Hinata watched Naruto as he watched her. He kept his gaze on her, ever so deviously, while he drew open the right lapel of his tuxedo, as if in imitation of earlier. He slipped his other hand within his tux's inside pocket and grabbed the item that was hidden, an item he had previously placed there, an item that belonged to Hinata.
Hinata's cheeks burned crimson once more as she witnessed Naruto pull out her lace panties, dangling it in front of her to witness the thin fabric of clothing as it resided apart from her being.
He tilted his head, his own blue eyes moving to trail the black undergarments in his clutches, "I think this will do nicely."
And before Hinata could even blink, Naruto bawled up the panties in his fist, only to move forward and stick the garments directly within her mouth, filling it up and thus restricting all sound from escaping.
Hinata couldn't hold back from gagging on her panties as Naruto stuffed them into her mouth, rendering her inaudible, so her many whimpers were muffled and the volume of her voice was reduced significantly.
She screeched, but it was muffled, her eyebrows furrowed as she glared back at Naruto.
She certainly wasn't expecting that!
Hinata was currently giving Naruto a piece of her mind, as evidenced by the abrupt emergence of her voice in a succession of muddled noises.
Too bad, though, Naruto couldn't hear a single word.
He chuckled before placing a finger over his lips, "Shh, my darling. Let's not cause a scene. Let's just keep this between you and me. After all…"
Once more, Naruto's hands sought Hinata's body, an inevitable endeavor. His hands glided over the flawless contours of her exposed assheeks, which appeared to shimmer and shine in the bathroom's fluorescent lighting.
In awe, Naruto's calloused hands explored her buttocks, his fingers pulling and tugging at the supple flesh.
He moaned.
"I've been waiting for this for a very long time, Hinata-hime. I've been waiting to have you, just like this, spread, soaking wet, and all ready—ready to please my cock."
Hinata whimpered around the fabric within her mouth, the corners of her lips stretched wide open, as far as her panties commanded them to. She watched her husband over her shoulder as he admired her backside entirely, massaging her flesh with those manly hands of his.
Hinata mewled.
She couldn't lie and say that she didn't want this. It's all she has ever thought about.
Intimacy with her Naruto-kun.
She has yearned to experience close intimacy again with her husband, but not only so, but also to be there to satisfy his every desire in appreciation of all of his efforts to ensure she and her children were taken care of.
Yes, she yearns for him, as she has done every day. Not only does she want him, but she secretly desires more than simple intimacy; she desires for him to dominate her and play with her till his heart's content. She craved his touches, his dirty talk, his lips, and his cock.
She's yearned for it all. She can't deny that.
Hinata's naughty thoughts, however, were interrupted by Naruto's voice, which resurfaced in that velvety whisper that sent chills down her spine.
"This is undeniable, Hinata-hime. Why don't we put the games aside already, and enjoy some real fun instead, hm? I can make it worthwhile for you, sweetheart."
Naruto shrugged, "You can even cum as much as you want. Heh, that sounds like a win to me."
Hinata's eyes fluttered as she felt a thick finger flick against the slender end of the purple vibrator that protruded from her, the toy brushing against her inner walls in a side to side motion.
The head of Naruto's toy, the egg shaped vibrator was shoved entirely inside of her where it provided her the many sensations that she felt currently. But a long, firm tail was attached, and such a tail slipped straight out of her pussy and stuck out for Naruto, who got a kick out of flicking it with his finger.
Hinata whimpered again, her restraint slipping further and further, each time she was teased.
There was no use.
She could not win against her husband. He outmatched her in seductiveness and word manipulation, always painting the perfect picture. Naruto also ensured the situation ran in her favor, always dressing it up to make it all sound so enticing. Hinata was unable to endure and keep from succumbing to her longing for his touch.
Who was she kidding?
And it was at that point that she resolved to accept the inevitable. She chose to give in to her desire and push her embarrassment to the back of her mind. Her surroundings faded away completely at that point, and she found herself nodding in compliance.
Blue eyes caught the gesture almost immediately.
Naruto came to a halt in his motions, pausing in his efforts to toy with his wife. Instead, he fixed his blue gaze on her, who was now gagged and could only communicate with him through nonverbal means.
The midnight blue-haired woman nodded yet again, sparing a pleading look over her shoulder at her husband. She muffled something but it was unintelligible.
But Naruto knew what his wife was trying to tell him. She didn't have to put it in words.
He began to massage her hips again, "Oh? What's this? Are you interested in my offer, darling?"
Hinata nodded for the third time, along with a muffled whimper.
Naruto grinned, broadly, revealing his sharpened canines, nothing but satisfaction welling up in his chest at the sight of his wife finally complying.
"Atta girl, I had a feeling you would. You can't fool me, my love; I know you want this just as much as I do, and right now, there isn't a better place for you to finally have what you want."
Naruto scoffed amusingly, "I'm sure it'll make that pussy of yours even wetter to be fucked in secret, just a door away from the public."
Hinata's body shuddered in response to her husband's naughty words, her asscheeks shaking in his hands.
"Yes, to fuck you here, just like this, will be a delight for us both. Don't you agree?"
Hinata revealed a bit of hesitation before she ultimately chose to tell the truth to her husband and nod. She nodded, confirming that she was on the same page as he was, harboring kinks that were desperate to come to fruition.
Naruto cursed, under his breath, "Now that's a naughty fucking girl." He breathed before his eyes descended back down to her pussy. But what he saw there just now had his dick perform a happy dance in his pants.
He hummed in glee, "Ahh, what a sight! you're so fucking wet, you're practically oozing all over the floor!'
Naruto scoffed playfully, his wife's secret kink of being fucked in public exposed as well as her grand liking to his toy. She was soaked, practically more soaked than he's ever seen her before, if he's being honest.
He gave her asscheeks a heavy slap which led her to whimper, such noises traveling across the public bathroom, "What a naughty slut of a wife I have, eh?"
Yet again, Naruto teased his lover, heaping more embarrassment on Hinata's back. Because of that, the blush that stained her cheeks moved to cover her entire face.
Naruto noticed the change of state her body underwent almost immediately. He noticed her body blush emerging, and the way her tremor of her body worsened.
He chuckled yet again, clearly amused, "Fuck, you're so fucking adorable when you're embarrassed, Hinata-hime."
Hinata whimpered once more. She spoke a response yet again, but it was muffled, a detail that she certainly forgot about.
But her muffles were cut short when she felt Naruto suddenly switch gears and surprise her for the thousandth time by ramming his hips firmly against hers, giving her a taste of the erection that lay buried within his formal slacks.
His erection was thick and oh so hard. It was like his pants weren't even there. Hinata surely had to look over her shoulder to confirm if Naruto was still clothed or not.
His covered cock slammed against her lower area with vigor, disrupting the dormant position of the vibrator inside of her. The slender tail of it moved up and down in response to Naruto's forward and back thrusts.
He dry humped her slowly at first, to warm her up and give her a taste of what was to come. He rocked his hips back and forth, grinding her bottom in a desperate attempt to touch her, no, to feel her close.
It was merely that, that awakened Hinata's moans. The cord in her stomach was tugged once more, and her body seemed to recall her earlier orgasm yet again.
"Mmm, you feel that?" Naruto breathed through grunts.
Hinata was maintained in place by his steady motions and firm grips on both of her hips, which allowed her to feel every thrust he made, from beginning to end.
The fabric of his pants shifted ever so slightly as it made contact with the thickness of his wife's asscheeks. His covered crotch swiped firmly against her, pressing against the most sensitive part of her body. The toy inside of her was moved by Naruto's frequent movements as well, wiggling and shimmering against her inner walls like a worm in a hole.
Hinata couldn't resist the urge to moan in glee. Once more, her body was granted the sweet reminiscence of pleasure, and she was once again on the verge of an orgasm in the matter of seconds.
Naruto groaned yet again, "You feel what you've done to me, hm?" His blue eyes watched his wife as she subconsciously brought her hips back against his own, meeting him halfway to feel every bit of pleasure she could get, to work herself to that sweet release she's been craving for a while now.
And Naruto gave it to her.
He increased his hips thrusts, and held her tight as he did so.
The spiky haired blonde grinned in glee to hear her muffled sounds grow louder in volume.
"You feel how badly my cock wants you? How it absolutely enjoyed the sight of you squirming around in your panties earlier, moaning and begging for me to let you cum. Do you realize how much you drive me wild, darling?"
"Nmph!"
Hinata could feel her stomach begin to twist and turn again as she was dry humped, pounded at a speed and force greater than before.
Her lavender eyes rolled in glee.
Naruto did the same, a flood of pleasure coursing through his body in the midst of his movements, seemingly striking every nerve point within him.
He shuddered, "Fuck yeah. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to do this to you, to finally be inside you and pound you just the way you've been craving? And now…"
Naruto gave her a powerful thrust forward, sending Hinata stumbling into the door in front of her, her body almost losing its balance on her heels.
"Kyahh!"
"I can."
It was only that moment did Hinata find herself finally reaching that sweet climax that she craved. Finally, after being permitted to hold back her orgasm, to keep it all at bay, she now was able to let go.
And oh boy, did she let go.
Hinata squirted her essence with a long, drawn-out moan, nothing but her love juices pouring out of her and splattering all over the floor beneath her feet. She came so much it was insane. Her juices flooded everywhere, covering the floor, the walls, her heels, and even splattering on Naruto's formal shoes,
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she relished the privilege of cumming, savoring how relieving it was to finally let go of all the built up tension inside of her gut, to finally be able to express just how good she felt.
Her groans were muffled, but it didn't take those to let Naruto know how joyous she felt after reaching her climax. Her body told him all he needed to know.
Naruto bent his knees so he could come into contact with her pink pussy. He watched as Hinata neared the end of her climax, nearing the end of her spectacular performance. And once it was over, and she came as much as she needed to, nothing but a twitchy hole and glossy lips was present to await him.
The blonde male licked his lips, dropping down further so he could balance his broad frame solely on his feet, "Fuck, look at all of that cum. Mmm," Naruto pulled his hands forward to deliver a harsh slap across both of her asscheeks, immediate red marks appearing on her skin. Hinata flinched with a muffled whimper.
"I want a taste."
Hinata's eyes rolled once more as she felt Naruto suddenly plunge his face forward to slip her pussy lips into his gaping mouth.
At that moment, Hinata swore she saw stars, stars that smiled back at her. Yes, smiled.
The wave of pleasure that hit her this go round was out of this world, she could not bear to bring herself to hold on.
She found herself cumming again, right on the spot.
Her legs trembled, her heels clattering against the floor as she was
devoured by hungry lips and tongue, and simultaneously teased by the vibrator toy inside of her.
Her pussy lips were licked and sucked by Naruto's tongue, his fingers prying her asscheeks open to be granted more access to her dripping wet core. He slurped at her core, slurping her contents as if she was a bowl of ramen.
As he ate her out, his movements were sloppy, messy, and frantic. He jerked his head around in a fury, at times side to side, and other times up and down, to lick along her core to give her clit some affection as well.
Hinata was in pure ecstasy.
Now able to cum, she did so nonstop.
She showered the floor with her essence again and again as Naruto feasted on her lower area like a man deprived of food. He plunged his face completely within the heat housed between her thighs, almost becoming one with her pussy as he sucked her dry.
Her juices splattered all over his cheeks, his nose and chin, but he never stopped his efforts. He merely kept going, only growing hornier by how messy his frenzied efforts were.
Naruto glanced up at his wife, just from the crack of her asscheeks. He gave them both a pop yet again, before he ran his tongue between the middle of her pussy lips, brushing against the slender end of the vibrator sticking out of her.
"Mmm, fuck, you taste so good, Hinata-hime. You're my favorite fucking meal."
"Mmh!"
"Heh, other than ramen, of course."
Hinata was completely in a different world.
She was so disoriented that she couldn't hear Naruto's voice or make sense of the words he said.
She was no longer able to hear the regular opening and closing of the bathroom door or the many footsteps moving back and forth throughout the space. She lost all sense of her surroundings and was unaware of the noises she was making or the possibility that their scandalous activity might be overheard by others.
No, she didn't care about any of that.
Hinata's vision was suddenly obscured by white dots, and the fact that her head was pointed upward towards the white ceiling above her didn't help.
Her tears, the sensations of pleasure, and the fulfillment she received from the relentless oral sex her husband's showered her all clouded her vision, making it completely unreliable.
She couldn't hold it in and she ultimately came once more.
"Nghh!!!"
"Mmm fuck yeah, I like that shit. Cum all over my fucking face." Naruto moaned deep into her core, whispering dirty nothing's which only granted him more cum from her, which he devoured. He drank her up, every last drop, and it gave him a satisfaction he had never known in his entire life.
"Holy shit." Naruto mumbled.
He granted Hinata a few more licks, before he finally slipped his head out of the damp but sweet confines of her thighs, his tongue shooting out of his mouth to lick the remainder of his wife's essence off of his lips.
He consumed the remainder of her with loud smacks and slurps, and ultimately topping it all off with eye rolling groans.
The blonde gave her asscheeks one final slap before he took a stand, doing so with an astonished shake of his head. His eyes trailed his wife's gorgeous body, bent over, trembling, and begging for his cock.
He hissed, "Goddamn, that was amazing. You came so much!" Naruto declared as he looked down at the puddle of translucent liquids below.
Hinata spasmed, her muscles numb, her eyes blurry, and it appeared as though her ears were muffled. She was in terrible shape and yet, she wanted more, craved so much more.
And as if reading her mind, Naruto announced just what she was hoping for.
"Lucky for you, my love, I'm far from finished."
It was at that moment, when she suddenly heard the zip of a zipper and the rummage of clothing. She turned around only to find her husband fishing for his cock within his formal pants. He didn't bother taking his pants off entirely. He just unzipped his pants to retrieve his cock, using the gap as a means of escape for it.
He pulled his boxers downward and brought his nine-inch cock forward, past the opening in his now unzipped trousers and into the light.
Hinata's entire body seemingly came alive at the sight of her husband's well endowed cock. It was so perfectly tanned, covered in bulging veins and just the right size to have her fully satisfied, screaming to the top of her lungs.
She groaned against her panties which cushioned the sound, her lavender eyes still keeping a close watch on her husband who was currently rummaging in his tux's pants pocket for something else.
One hand gripped the base of his cock, while his other pulled out a gold colored condom from his pants pocket, a sight that greatly relieved Hinata. She was happy to see Naruto turning to protective sex so the two could prevent having any more children.
They certainly couldn't handle more kids right now. The ones they have are already a handful.
Hinata watched him as he ripped the gold packet open with his teeth in seconds and pulled the condom on in a few more.
Once Naruto ensured that he was covered properly, and thus was safe to proceed, he planted his darkened blue eyes back on his midnight blue-haired lover.
Naruto's eyes caught Hinata's, sending a shiver down her spine. Their shared stare caused a wave of heat to resonate deep within her chest, a breathtaking sensation that made her squirm.
Hinata groaned.
Naruto hummed.
"Heh, it's about time I get my cock in you now, huh?" Naruto asked with a playful snicker. He moved his fingers up and down his wrapped cock, gliding over the translucent condom that caressed every inch, nick and crevice of his member.
Hinata nodded and wiggled her bottom gleefully to demonstrate that she was truly ready to feel her husband's cock deep inside of her and reconnect with him.
Naruto heard Hinata's wishes loud and clear. Even the ones she's too afraid to admit.
He chuckled before taking a step closer to her. He directed the tip of his dick just along her opening which was already filled with his toy. He settled on rubbing her pussy with his member, coating his shaft with her love juices.
Naruto clicked his tongue, "Hm, I just got a great idea." He proposed slyly, "What do you say we…. raise the bar, hm?" He declared with a gleeful grin as he studied her pussy opening and how wide it's become due to the presence of his toy shoved inside of her.
Hinata jolted by Naruto's suggestion and she turned back to face him, placing her chin over her right shoulder to do so. She muffled something else, as yet again she forgot the presence of her panties shoved inside of her mouth.
Naruto narrowed his eyes sneakily. He decided to show her what he meant.
He decided to guide the tip of his cock forward and he gave her opening a push with it. He watched as her pussy opened its lips slightly to accept his cock, as well as the toy already within.
But just as he demonstrated what he wished to do next, Hinata's eyes widened and she began to panic. She shook her head, her voice emerging yet again in a hysteria of muffles. She even rushed one hand forward to grab his arm, to halt him.
But Naruto quickly reassured her with a shush, putting a stop to his actions.
He moved one hand forward and gently ran it down her short locks, brushing his thumb along her forehead, "Shh, it's okay, hime. It'll fit, don't worry. You know I would never hurt you."
Naruto gently stroked his wife, stroking his right hand over the curve of her head, brushing against her forehead and her extremely warm cheeks to soothe her.
He sent a smile down at her, "Hinata-hime, your pussy wants to be filled. It can stretch further than you could even imagine, so it'll happily accept my toy and cock." He gave her right cheek a caress, "It'll give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, sweetheart."
Naruto brought his fingers down to cup her chin, just as he pulled his head forward to leave a kiss on her forehead, "Mmm, you've been driving me wild all night, so it's only fair that I do the same to you, my love. It's only fair." He whispered, sending tingles down Hinata's spine.
But his statements were convincing enough that Hinata became quite fascinated by the sensation of her pussy double penetrated.
She had no idea what that was like, and she had no idea how Naruto knew such things.
Once more, Hinata was unable to keep up.
Naruto was just full of surprises.
The midnight blue-haired woman groaned, her mouth beginning to salivate from being held open for so long. Her panties began to get soaked once more.
She gave Naruto a slight glare due to his previous words before she ultimately gave Naruto a "go ahead" nod. She even bent over further along the bathroom stall's door, gripping it once again with both hands, giving Naruto a lot more access to her pussy than before.
That was all Naruto needed to see.
"Mmm, what a good wife you are to me, hime." Naruto delivered her one last kiss to the side of her head, before he leaned back, just enough to witness his next actions.
He breathed deep, "Here I come, Hinata-hime."
And at that moment, he pushed the mushroom tip of his cock against her vaginal hole with the hand that held it, easing it inside.
He watched, in glee, as her pussy opened obediently, wider and wider in response to his steady movements of easing his cock forward. Her pussy stretched quite a bit, enabling his cock to slip on further and deeper until it was entirely inside of her.
Naruto grunted.
Hinata bursted.
She squirted her essence the same time Naruto gave her the first thrust, giving her a taste of what it truly felt like to be double penetrated. Many sensations now were presented to her in a whole new form, amplified by the objects that were inside of her. The fullness that she felt was now off of the charts. She felt her inner walls bulging far out, her stomach too.
The pleasure she felt was almost frightening, she could not believe how good she felt at the moment. Never before has her reality far surpassed even her fantasies.
She was in euphoria.
Naruto grunted and groaned as he slowly moved his hips. His movements were slow at first as he tested his new idea. He made sure to use his hand to guide his cock in and out of Hinata's stuffed pussy in an effort to keep himself from falling out.
He cursed every time he thrusted his cock further inside and got a taste of the steady vibration from the toy inside Hinata, stimulating his nerves in a way he found addicting.
The blonde male thrust himself inside his woman yet again, and watched as she gushed fluids everywhere.
He laughed, "Fuck, you're so tight. Heh, I'm gonna spread you wide open, hime." Naruto breathed through grunts and groans.
The spiky-haired blonde maintained his methodical strokes, only speeding up when he felt Hinata's pussy slowly but steadily loosening up, spreading a little wider and allowing his cock ample wiggle room.
That was just what Naruto needed to finally charge at Hinata full force.
He began to pound her.
More noise was generated as their hips smacked back and forth in a repetitive melody, flesh contacting flesh in a quick motion, the sounds erupting so loudly and close together within the quiet space.
Naruto groaned before seeking to reposition his wife, in order to up the ante, and dominate the fuck out of her.
He reached forth and grabbed a fistful of Hinata's hair, and her right arm. He yanked her hair toward him, and he pulled her arm behind her back and pinned it there, leaving her with only one arm to grip the stall door.
Her groans were muffled but desperate, wrenching from the inside of her chest to slam into the fabric of her panties stuffed inside of her mouth.
"Nagh!!"
"Mmmfff! Mff!"
The young woman's eyes rolled as the cock inside of her hammered her pussy without mercy, barging inside of her to fill her to the brim while the toy inside of her rattled her insides. The sensations were so powerful that she felt tingles throughout her entire body, from the tips of her head to the soles of her feet.
Her body rocked back and forth in time with Naruto's powerful thrusts, slamming into the bathroom door before her which caused it to rattle profusely. His hips slammed against the hips of her own, creating ripples to visibly flow within her ass, travel up her backside, and resonate within her breasts which wobbled about wildly.
Naruto growled, thrilled by Hinata's pussy's warm, tight walls as well as the vibration of the toy inside of her, brushing against him.
The twin components of stimulation aroused the nerves in his dick in ways he had never felt before. His dick dove into Hinata and received a massage of a lifetime, complete with heat and vibration.
It was all so addicting, leading him with an eagerness to thrust back inside of her and feel such sensations all over again.
He sent another thrust forward, a deep one.
Naruto laughed as he watched Hinata wobble and shake in front of him, her dress embracing her torso, pulled underneath her breasts so now it no longer concealed her lady parts from him.
Now, everything was on display.
He moaned in glee, "Ooh fuck yeah, you're taking my cock so well, Hinata-hime." Naruto looked down and a huge grin spread across his sweaty face at the overly stuffed sight of her pussy.
His cock took the low ground, ramming in and out of her creaming hole from below while his toy took the high ground, held pressed against her walls above his cock to add increasing amounts of stimulation to her world.
The tail of the bullet vibrator rattled a bit, wiggling and wobbling as it stuck out of her and rubbed against his cock upon penetration.
He snickered, "Hah, you're taking my toy so well too. Mmm."
Naruto pulled Hinata back a bit by her hair, just so he could move his body over and plant a few sloppy kisses along her cheeks. The midnight blue-haired woman moaned in joy as her husband left kisses along her skin, tingling kisses, as he fucked her at considerable speeds.
The smack of their hips were highly evident, and could clearly be heard in the quiet bathroom with echochey walls. The noises they made dominated all other noises that were made in the space which totally went unnoticed by the married couple.
Naruto let out a groan against his wife, absolutely in ecstasy against her body, plunged deep inside of her. He was having a blast, as he finally brought his fantasies to life, finally fulfilling both of their desires.
Naruto planted another kiss, but on her forehead this time, "Mmm, such a good wife you are, bending over, and spreading your legs for your husband—offering me your tight hole to fuck and play with however I please."
He gave her hair another tug, relishing in her muffled whimpers of joy, "Mmm, you deserve a nice reward."
And with that, Naruto let go of her arm to dive his hand into his right pocket and he pulled out an old friend: the vibrator toy's remote.
He increased the vibrator's intensity just a tad to truly drive his wife wild.
And what a sight that was.
As soon as he granted the vibrator and even greater intensity inside Hinata, she squirmed around like a fish out of water, squirming away from him. Her screams, those muffled sobs of hers escalated in sound and now, she sounded like a demented banshee.
Naruto put away the vibrator remote, to grab a hold of her arm, keeping her steady against him. He breathed deep by her ear, "Mmm yeah, you like that, don't you? Go on, show me how much you enjoy being toyed with, Hinata-hime. Show me how you love to be stuffed." Naruto roared by her ear, gripping her hair, and arm, never once letting her go.
Hinata squealed as she received such an instruction, and she demonstrated how much she appreciated the situation and all of its rewarding elements by spraying her essences all over the floor.
She did so, over and over again. That was her way of telling Naruto that she enjoyed everything that he did to her.
By cumming. Over and over again.
Their night was most certainly fun, as they passed the time while waiting for their food by fucking in every position they could think of within the confines of the bathroom stall.
They fucked until they were satisfied.
They fucked till they were convinced that they had made up for lost time, that they had compensated for all of the times they had to go without the other. They fucked till they ran out of energy, and only then did their efforts come to an end.
However, the two were left panting and scrambling to put their clothing back on.
Naruto did Hinata the courtesy of fixing her up. He straightened her hair by brushing his fingers through the strands. He drew her bra back up, resecuring it. He also pulled her dress back on, pulling the straps upon her shoulders, and brushing the hem of it back down to conceal her overstimulated pussy and bruised ass.
The blonde once more reclaimed Hinata's panties, gently pulling the fabric out of her mouth to give it a rest. Afterward, he merely gave them another playful sniff before shoving them back into the pocket they came out of.
And after Hinata appeared somewhat normal again, Naruto made sure to fix himself up as well.
He tossed his used condom in the wall mounted trash can in the stall, pulled up his boxers, zipped up his pants, and ran his fingers through his hair to lay his own strands down.
Their movements were quick, well, as quick as their numbed muscles, and strained bones could muster before the two finally made their exit out of the stall.
However, the two were faced with an unpleasant surprise.
As they emerged, they were unfortunate enough to attract a lot of attention from the few women that were in the bathroom. The women looked at them expressing various emotions, some with widening eyes of horror and others with amusement. Some even giggled.
All of the women, every single one present, stared at the couple because they had heard they were having an intimate encounter and were well aware of their scandalous behavior.
Hinata truly felt like she died on the spot.
Her face turned a dark red, her poor heart hammering like no tomorrow, and she hid behind her bangs as a way to deal with the humiliating sight before her. Naruto merely found such a surprise amusing, however, and simply slid his arm along Hinata's shoulders, to hide her from the crowd.
He, however, simply waved at them, "Sorry for the free show ladies. You can carry on now, don't mind us." He declared amusingly which induced a few giggles and scoffs from the women before he guided Hinata out of the women's bathroom.
But he was surprised to be elbowed in the gut by his wife on the way out.
Finally, however, they emerged back into the public eye, side by side, rejuvenated now that their pent up desires were released and alleviated. They were satisfied.
But hungry.
The married couple made it back to their booth only to be welcomed with Mano and another waiter, who helped carry their steaming hot dinner on a large tray, perched on the ground.
Mano smiled at the two, clasping his hands in excitement, "You two came back just in time. Your food is ready to be served."
The pair cheered at the sight of their dinner all ready and prepared for them. The couple was quick to sit back down in their assigned booth.
Naruto made sure to assist his wife back into her side of the booth, extending one hand for her to grab in order to help her sit back down. But, as soon as she sat down, he kissed the back of her hand and then the ring on her finger, displaying public adoration for her.
"Mmm, I love you, my beautiful wife." He whispered against her flesh.
Hinata's heart fluttered, and she placed a hand on her chest, "Oh, I-I love you too, my dear husband."
The midnight blue haired woman smiled joyously.
Mano, their server, did too.
Afterward, it was Naruto's turn to sit down.
Only then, did Mano advance with their meal, "Here's your Kanto Sukiyaki, you too, just as you ordered." Mano hummed, as he placed down a large bowl of steaming hot delicacy on the table, filled with every delight Naruto and Hinata craved.
Mano set the large bowl on a tray, just in the middle of the two gleaming adults so they could share, and then placed down additional items with the help of the other waiter present as well. That being, chopsticks, bowls, napkins, additional Japanese sauces, and two bowls of raw eggs for dipping.
Afterward, the two waiters bowed for the couple.
"Tanoshimasu." Mano declared politely, before he pointed at their red wines, "I'll be sure to refill those for you shortly." He announced and Naruto nodded.
"Thank you for your help, Mano-san. My wife and I are very appreciative." Naruto announced happily before crossing his hands, pressing his elbows into the table.
"Aren't we, Hinata-hime?"
Hinata had to resist the tingle that rushed through her spine as she heard the emergence of her husband's voice again, who was participating in very explicit talk just seconds before.
She cleared her throat, patted her dress, and gave Mano the most genuine smile she could muster. Just like earlier.
"Yes, th-thank you for everything you have done tonight, Mano-san. You are wonderful."
"Ahh." Mano smiled big and wide. He bowed to both, his heart touched, "Arigatō gozaimas. Arigatō!"
Happiness practically beamed from Mano's being once he left their table, with his spirits lifted and his night made complete.
Just as Naruto and Hinata's were too.
Mano departed, but this time he did so, so that Naruto and Hinata could eat their dinner together in peace.
But Naruto and Hinata could not bring themselves to eat right away. The giddiness of their bodies, the memories of the naughty things they committed in the restroom merely seconds ago, and the very fact that they were caught played like a mantra in their heads.
Hinata looked up to connect eyes with Naruto to find his eyes already rooted on her. He gripped a fresh pair of chopsticks and he fiddled with them as he feasted his eyes on her, his mind also plagued with the wonderful memories of their connection.
She bit her lip, twiddling with her fingers.
He narrowed his eyes slyly.
The two exchanged devious sidelong glances for a while, unable to keep their eyes off of the other. It was like one look of their lover, merely granted them the sensations of before.
Just looking at one another, made them feel like they were right back in that bathroom stall.
Naruto chuckled in amusement, which only resulted in a blush to stain Hinata's cheeks.
She groaned, "D-Don't say anything." She pointed at the food, "Tabemashou, kudasi."
Naruto snickered, "I'll behave, hime. Don't worry." Naruto reassured playfully with a nod. And finally he fixed his eyes on their dinner, just what Hinata beckoned to earlier, which was positioned in between them on the table.
He nodded at the steaming bowl of sukiyaki, "Let's enjoy the rest of our date, shall we?"
Hinata smiled, before cracking open her chopsticks, "Yes, Naruto-kun. That sounds delightful indeed."
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Notes:
Ahh, now this was an incredibly long, and smutty chapter, wasn't it? I figured it'll be best this way given I haven't updated in a while.
So there's a super juicy smutty oneshot for you all to totally go insane over, haha!
I hoped you all enjoyed! I have literally put my all into this chapter and it took me a couple of weeks to finish and it took me a couple of more days to edit.
I haven't been able to do much writing because of my current busy schedule brought on by college. I've been cramming in writing wherever I can, but sometimes it's not enough to finish a project. I'm so incredibly frustrated by it. I'm trying, though. I'm making progress.
But meh. Enough of that, lol.
On a much more brighter note, I actually have a few surprises for you all coming up in the near future. So, I hope you all are ready for what I have in store! I'm gonna try to work a little harder to get more chapters out, but I can't promise anything!
I'll try.
But in the meantime, I hope you all enjoy the content I do manage to put out. Tell me your thoughts in the comments and any other oneshot ideas, kinks, or tropes you would like to read about next.
I missed you all, I wanna hear from you. 😌💗
Anyway, hoped you enjoyed!
Take care. Love ya! 💗
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 15: ❦Birthday Kisses❦
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Hinata takes it upon herself to create an unforgettable birthday celebration for her beloved boyfriend, Naruto. Filled with heartfelt gestures, creative surprises, and passionate moments, Hinata showers Naruto with love and attention, aiming to make it the most extraordinary birthday he's ever experienced.
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Notes:
Woohoo! It's October 10th and you know what that means! Once again, it is Naruto's birthday, and I have created a one-shot in honor of the occasion, which took longer than I had anticipated, (by the way).
I truly put my all in this one shot. I literally put my blood, sweat, and tears into it. Like, I'm not even joking. It took me several days to write this one-shot, edit it, and get it to a point of my liking. I apologize if this is a little overdue on your end. Where I am, it is still October 10th, so I'm attempting to post this as soon as I can. I initially wanted this one-shot to be posted directly on his birthday.
But anywho, here it is! A very smutty, birthday one-shot for Naruto's birthday!
Enjoy. Don't forget to comment and leave kudos! 🧡🤍
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Adoration • After Party • Alcohol Beverages • Birthday Celebration • Birthday Edition 2023 • Birthday Sex • Boyfriend Appreciation • Body Worship • Candles • Cock Worship • Couple Goals • Creampie • Dirty Talk • Drunk Sex • Erotic • Female Dominance • Food Play • Foreplay • Freaky • Frottage • Hickeys • Kinky • Kisses • Lingerie • Love • Love Bites • Marathon Sex • Modern AU • Multiple Orgasms • Naruto's Birthday • NSFW • October 10th • Pampering • Passionate Sex • Praise Kink • Pussy Worship • Riding • Romantic • Roses • Spoiling • Striptease • Unprotected Sex • Vaginal Sex • Whipped Cream •
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Birthday Kisses
The front door, aged and weathered from years of use, creaked open with a reluctant sigh, revealing the dimly lit foyer beyond. A pale light from the street lamps outside spilled into the hallway of the one-story home, casting elongated shadows on the wooden floors.
As the door swung wide, the silhouette of two figures staggered into view, their unsteady steps serving proof of their intoxicated state. They leaned on each other for support, their laughter bubbling up in fits and starts, carried by the night air.
Naruto, with his tousled blonde hair and lopsided grin, stumbled indoors to escape the brisk autumn breeze, donning a rumpled suit that had clearly seen better days. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and he swayed with a carefree abandon, his boisterous laughter marking a lively climax to the night's celebrations.
Hinata, his lover, stood next to him, her dress somewhat awry. She possessed a contagious smile that shone even in the subdued light. Her lavender eyes, hooded as they were, danced with mirth as she clung to her companion, their shared revelry a testament to their camaraderie.
Together, they stumbled deeper into the foyer of their home. Hinata glanced back, doing her best to close the front door. Her movements were a bit unsteady, and she fumbled with the door and its knob for a moment before managing to shut and lock it with a shaky hand.
Turning back to her boyfriend, she made sure to support his wobbly frame once more, slipping his arm across her neck so she could hold him up.
The echoes of their laughter mingled with the hushed whispers of the night, leaving behind a trail of vivacious energy that lingered in the air. Their presence, though unsteady, brought a sense of vibrant life to the otherwise quiet house.
The scent of sake wafted through the air from their beings, a delicate yet distinct fragrance that carried the warmth of the memories they had made only moments before. It started as a subtle undertone, barely perceptible, but gradually grew stronger, weaving its way through the entirety of their home.
As Naruto and Hinata moved further into the space, the aroma enveloped them, its notes of fermenting rice mingling with the gentle embrace of the wood furnishings in their home. It was a scent that spoke of tradition and conviviality, of the evening spent in the company of friends and loved ones.
The sake's presence in the air seemed to awaken the very walls of the home, imbuing them with a sense of history and shared experiences. It whispered of celebrations and laughter, of toasts exchanged in both joy and sorrow.
The lovers, caught in an olfactory embrace, carried with them the essence of the sake, becoming carriers of the lively moment of the night itself, as though replaying a forever lasting memory.
Naruto emitted a groan as he jolted forward, evidence of his clumsy state when intoxicated. He cursed his lack of alcohol tolerance, finding it both humiliating and frustrating that his legs often betrayed him. There were moments when his limbs would outright abandon him, necessitating the assistance of his equally intoxicated girlfriend to keep him upright.
Hinata would laugh, everytime he would stumble, merely trying her best to keep him standing with the help of her petite arms.
"I gotcha, Na-Na-Na-hic!" Her words were cut off by a loud hiccup which sprang from her throat and out of her mouth, seemingly out of nowhere, startling them both.
Naruto, his cerulean eyes, half-lidded and gleaming, whipped his gaze towards his midnight blue-haired girlfriend in an instant, his expression marked by sheer surprise.
Hinata mirrored his astonishment.
However, a single exchange of glances between them was all it took for both of them to break into uncontrollable laughter.
Naruto rocked back and forth in his spot, one arm draped over his girlfriend's neck, who tried her best to keep him upright, even in her intoxicated state.
"Damn, damn, damn." Naruto cursed between the fits of his laughter, "what a night!"
Overwhelmed with joy, Naruto couldn't suppress the urge to vocalize how incredible his night had been. He practically shouted his appreciation to the ceilings of the home he and Hinata shared.
The alcohol coursing through his system might have some contribution to his boisterous and chatty behavior, but he didn't care. He truly needed to share his feelings and reminisce about the extraordinary events of this memorable night.
The very night Hinata and Naruto experienced was truly unforgettable, especially for Naruto, as it was anything but ordinary, firmly etching itself into his memory. It was a special, special night.
It was his birthday, after all. His 23rd birthday, to be exact.
The recollections of his festive night flooded back like a vibrant painting, occasionally veiled in a haze from the alcohol, yet with focused effort, Naruto managed to piece together most of the night's details in his mind with precision.
Yes, it was the wondrous night of Naruto's birthday, a night that would forever hold a special place in his heart. The memories of the night played like a reel in his mind.
Every piece of it.
His girlfriend, the mastermind behind it all, stood at the center of the festivities, as a beacon of love and joy.
Upon his return from work, she had initially left him a letter instructing him to don his finest attire and meet her at Hara No Tume, a lively bar located in downtown Tokyo.
Naturally, he followed her instructions, fetching himself the most exquisite tuxedo available in his wardrobe, and then navigating the streets of Tokyo as fast as his car could take him. The city's vibrant neon lights and energetic atmosphere certainly set an ideal stage for his impending celebration.
He could clearly recall how his anticipation grew during that time, his face permanently grazed with a jolly grin. Even his stomach was churning, queasy with nervous excitement throughout the entire drive.
Naruto was aware that his girlfriend had a surprise in store for him, given that it was his birthday, (of course). However, like every year, he found himself unable to figure out any of her elaborate plans. Hinata hid them so well.
With his excitement through the roof, he finally arrived at the bar and when he did, he remembered that he instantly recognized his girlfriend the moment he stepped in.
At the entrance, Hinata stood with her flowing midnight blue hair trailing behind her, adorned in a shimmering dress, and a gentle smile gracing her face as she turned to greet him.
Her eyes sparkled with the secret she had kept so well, a surprise that had unfolded like a beautifully orchestrated symphony.
At that moment, Naruto recalled being greeted by a chorus of voices, all shouting "surprise" in unison, their distinct tones blending into a cacophonous yet comforting familiarity.
Naruto was surprised, and is still surprised by the unexpected presence of his high school friends, whom he hadn't crossed paths with in years, joining him at the bar alongside his girlfriend.
All of his comrades were there.
Sasuke, Sakura, Sai, Neji, Ino, Kiba, Lee, Shino, Shikamaru, Temari, Choji, and Karui had all gathered to join in to celebrate his birthday.
Even his three sensei's from Konoha High—Jiraiya, Kakashi, and Iruka—made an appearance, their faces adorned with cheerful smiles, encompassing the essence of both gifts, cards, and nostalgic memories.
But their presence at the bar to celebrate his 23rd birthday was more impactful to Naruto then he initially thought.
It truly provided him with an eye-opening revelation.
His sensei's presence there served as an indicator that Naruto had officially grown out of his adolescence. He was no longer the kid who stirred up trouble in his sensei's classrooms; contrary, he had grown older and more mature. He's grown into a man.
The realization of it all was pivotal, and it made his night all the more impactful.
Naruto could still hear his comrades now, all animated and full of cheer, their laughter filling the entirety of Hara No Tume, painting a picture of camaraderie and carefree moments. Naruto could vividly recall the warmth of their embraces, the heartfelt wishes they gave, all the thoughtful gifts they shared, and the sparkle in his loved ones' eyes.
Naruto felt a swell of warmth in his chest as he continued to recall such a memory and all of its entirety. He felt a profound gratitude for the love and thoughtfulness that had gone into his very own birthday night. The scenes of laughter, shared stories of reminiscence, and heartfelt toasts painted a tapestry of cherished moments, forever imprinted on his heart.
The fond memories of the playful brawls and daring challenges he shared with the guys resounded like a mantra in his mind, never failing to bring a smile to his face.
They may all have acted foolishly, but with finally being in one another's company again, it hardly mattered.
Naruto vividly recalled the time Lee dared Shikamaru to yank his girlfriend's hair, only to be slapped across the face mid action.
He remembered the dare that Sasuke gave Neji, that is to neck his drink, but respectfully he declined. But it was only after, when Kiba had the bright idea to dare him instead to chug, but not his own beverage but to down an entire bottle of sake. Kiba, as always, is so over the top.
But, how could Naruto possibly refuse that?
Naruto wasn't a pussy like Neji was, and besides, it's his fucking birthday. So, hell yeah.
Naruto's actions, however, certainly left his girlfriend feeling extremely embarrassed as she watched him climb onto the bar table and down the entire bottle of sake he'd been handed. To make matters worse, every customer in the bar joined in with his dare with raucous cheers, turning the entire scene into a spirited celebration. It felt like a fiesta, a wild and carefree sake-drinking party where they could all momentarily shed the weight of the world, revel in laughter, and rediscover the joy of their youth.
For a while, they were teenagers again, embracing the liberating feeling of being free from life's stresses, able to laugh and smile without reservation.
The night certainly exceeded all of Naruto's expectations. He hadn't experienced a night like that in so long. The responsibilities of adult life have surely exacted their toll, and moments of unbridled celebration had become rare for Naruto.
But his birthday night, though, was a beacon of light through it all. He remembered how every laugh had felt like a gift, every shared story a treasure, and every wish a blessing. It was a night that reminded him of the beauty in simple pleasures and the power of genuine connections.
It all served as a reminder that life's true richness lay in moments like those, where time seemed to stand still, and the world was painted in hues of love and celebration.
His birthday was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Once more, it was his beloved who managed to make him feel like the happiest man alive, once again on his birthday..
She always does, regardless of the year, or his age.
Hinata undeniably instilled in him a deep appreciation for both the essence of life and the privilege of having her in his.
A warm smile graced his lips, and at last, Naruto tore himself from his reverie to meet his girlfriend's gaze. She looked up at him with a radiant smile, content to watch him as he drifted through his musings.
She smiled warmly, "Did you en-enjoy tonight, my love?" Hinata's voice, though delicate in its essence, bore the subtle rasp of intoxication, like a gentle stream flowing over smooth stones, its surface occasionally rippling with a soft, throaty cadence.
Naruto shuddered, a tingling sensation coursing down his spine, causing his unsteady form to waver even more. He turned around fully to meet Hinata's gaze, and he observed as she mirrored his actions, bringing them face to face.
With gentle fingertips, Hinata caressed the fabric of his crumpled tuxedo, her head tilted due to their significant height difference.
But her eyes were fixed upon her boyfriend, gazing up at him with twinkling lavender orbs. She witnessed his drunken but delighted grin, characterized by half-closed eyes and raised, whiskered cheeks.
"Yes, H-Hinata-chan." He huskily whispered before moving his arms forward to wrap them around her waist. He held her close, placing his forehead against hers, wanting to feel her, all of her. His spiky blonde hair slipped forth and caressed her cheeks, kissing her pale skin.
Naruto inhaled deeply as Hinata's petite body brushed up against his own, the tenderness of her feminine body bringing his masculine one to its knees.
"Hinata-chan," He stammered, "I cannot thank you enough for the joy you've brought me tonight. Everything you arranged was exactly what I'd always dreamed of, and I-I-I don't know how I could ever repay you enough." He whispered, his voice slurring at times, but Hinata understood.
Emotions seemed to steadily grow stronger within him, engulfing him whole, and before long, he began to sway from side to side, partaking in a tipsy dance of sorts, a clear sign that he had lost control of his body.
Hinata giggled in response, her own body swaying in harmony with his.
"Yes baby, this was the best damn night of my entire life. Mmm." Naruto leaned in, pressing a tender kiss onto her forehead, the very person who had bestowed upon him so much happiness.
"And it's all thanks to you, my love."
"Mmm, oh N-Naruto-kun."
Touched to the core, Hinata let out a soft whimper, moved by her boyfriend's evident satisfaction and appreciation to everything she had organized for his birthday.
She gently rubbed along his torso, with up and down strokes. She raced her soft hands up his neck and wrapped them around the broadness of it.
She stared deep within his eyes, and practically melted in the world of warmth that lay within them. The warmth emanating from his blue eyes mirrored the comforting radiance of a crackling fireplace on a brisk, golden afternoon. It was a tender embrace, a comforting glow that invited her in.
Within Naruto's gaze, Hinata found a haven of boundless love and gratitude, where each glance felt like a gentle caress, enveloping her in a profound sense of belonging and affection.
Naruto bestowed upon her the gaze she had always yearned for, fulfilling the longing within her to be looked at just as he was looking at her now.
It made her heart flutter with joy. Every chamber within her pulsed with an exuberant energy, sending waves of warmth and contentment coursing through her veins. Her heart was in full bloom, a vibrant melody of happiness that resonated within, infusing every fiber of her being.
Her smile was broad, so much so that the edges of her lips ached.
With a firm grip on the collar of her boyfriend's tuxedo, she gave it a tender pull, "Oh, Naruto-kun," She murmured against his sake-tinged breath, "I'm incredibly delighted that you had a wonderful time tonight. Your happiness means the world to me, and it's all I strive for." She whispered warmly, her breath carrying the scent of sake, just like his.
Her legs wobbled a bit, her heels scraping the floor underneath her but broad arms held her tight and upright, cradled in an embrace of warmth.
Hinata bit her lip yet again, "D-Demo…" She trailed her response, waking Naruto out of his dreamy reverie. His eyes drifted shut several times as he listened to the lullaby that was his girlfriend's voice. But he was shaken awake by her previous remark.
"Demo?" Naruto repeated while continuing his rocking. He cupped her petite waist gently, rushing his hands in circular motions to caress her skin underneath her lustrous dress. At times, he even rushed his hands across the curve of her luscious ass, squeezing the flesh within his fingers through her dress.
Hinata moaned in delight.
Naruto's personal touches, whether deliberate or not, were undeniably on the mark for what Hinata's thoughts were wandering to. Naruto's cupping motions, the sexual intimacy of it, suggested her own naughty plans for tonight.
The spiky-haired blonde raised an eyebrow as he witnessed the mischief that suddenly appeared in the glossy lavender eyes of his lover. She began to tiptoe her fingers up his chest and then his neck.
"This night, Naruto-kun, is far from over. I have one more surprise." She pulled up one finger by his neck, "One more." She repeated in a whisper.
Naruto's eyes widened, "Another surprise?" The blonde was starstruck. Such unexpected news made his heart skip a beat; he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Hinata has surely outdone herself this year.
The blonde's mouth gaped like an idiot, his blue eyes fixated and widened down at his midnight blue-haired lover. He shook his head, the dewy strands of his blonde hair tousling about in response, "Hinata-chan, come on baby. That's too much. You really didn't have to-"
"Shh." Hinata silenced him by pressing a finger against his lips, exerting gentle pressure to keep him quiet. Naruto obeyed, but he couldn't suppress the smirk that played on his lips.
In a playful gesture, he pressed a kiss to her finger, eliciting a giggle from Hinata.
She shook her head, "It brings me no burden, Naruto-kun, to make each of your birthdays better than the last, to go over and beyond each and every time." Hinata smiled, "I love you. I cherish you deeply, and I wish to demonstrate my love and appreciation in any way I can. So now…"
Hinata pulled her finger away from Naruto's lips to instead use her hands to grip his own hands. She began to gently guide him towards their bedroom.
"Your first surprise was only the beginning. What I have planned for you next, is waiting in the bedroom."
"The bedroom, huh?" Naruto licked his lips, liking the sound of that. After a day filled with relentless work, toppled with a rowdy afternoon at the bar, he was more than prepared to lie down and be pampered to the fullest.
Therefore, Naruto happily trailed after Hinata, summoning his strength to maneuver his sluggish legs across the wooden floor.
"Mmm, you naughty girl." He breathed, "Don't tell me-"
"Shh. Just follow, Naruto-kun." Hinata enthusiastically cheered, her smile radiant.
Naruto chuckled, utterly captivated by his girlfriend's adorableness. How could he ever resist her? After all she's done for him, he was more than willing to do anything she asked.
Anything.
So, he followed her.
Every step of the way, his gaze remained fixed on her. She was the sun to his world, and he revolved around her, craving for her light and love.
If Hinata was determined to make his already perfect night even more extraordinary and secure its place as one of his best birthdays ever, he wouldn't object.
Who in their right mind would?
Naruto was ready. He was ready to see what was to come.
With each step, his heart raced, the anticipation within him reaching its peak. He couldn't help but speculate about what might lie behind their bedroom door, yet he found himself stumped by the multitude of possibilities. His intoxicated mind couldn't quite grasp it all.
His thoughts wandered freely, and his excitement bubbled over. In Hinata's hold, he couldn't resist the urge to dance around, eliciting giggles from her.
"Oh Naruto-kun, be patient, my darling. W-We're almost there." With a tipsy giggle, Hinata declared, thoroughly amused by Naruto's childlike dance, as he hopped around beside her, in her grasp like a hyperactive child.
To her, Naruto was utterly adorable, and observing his limitless enthusiasm in response to her surprise filled her with even more delight.
Though the journey to their bedroom was relatively short, it truly felt like an eternity to Naruto. However, his excitement reached its peak when he was finally guided to their closed bedroom door, adorned with numerous pictures of them both, including wall art displaying their names on the front.
Hinata turned to Naruto with a giddy smile, one displaying exuberant happiness. She was just as happy as he was, maybe even more.
She danced in her spot, gripping his hand for dear life, "Okay, Naruto-kun, your surprise is just in here." She nodded her head toward their closed bedroom door.
She turned back to him, her midnight blue hair flowing with each of her movements, clinging to her dewy, flushed skin.
"Are you ready?"
"Am I ready?" Naruto repeated with a chuckle. He raised the hand that held his girlfriend's, bringing it to his lips. With his heated gaze still fixed on her, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
They both emitted a soft moan as they made contact, warm lips meeting pale skin.
"Mmm, I'm more than ready. Show me this magnificent surprise of yours." Naruto kissed Hinata's knuckles again, squinting his blue eyes, "Go on, amaze me, Hinata-chan."
Only after that did Hinata feel prepared to unveil Naruto's ultimate birthday surprise, a gift that had taken her days to plan and hours to execute.
With a smile, she gently moved her hand from Naruto's hold to guide it toward the doorknob. She gripped it tight, "Well then, here it is, my love," She announced.
"your surprise."
It was only after that moment that she confidently turned the knob, swinging the door open wide to finally unveil Naruto's surprise in all of its glory.
However, the sight that lay beyond their bedroom door was beyond description. It stole away Naruto's breath and redefined the word "extraordinary.'
It was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before.
Naruto's breath caught in his throat, "Oh my kami." He whispered in astonishment, once more losing control of his body. Suddenly, he found himself taking a step forward.
Upon entering the bedroom, a gasp caught in his throat. He could hardly believe his eyes.
The room, once so familiar and ordinary, had undergone a complete transformation. It now exuded an aura of love and intimacy, shifted into a sanctuary of affection. The room, and its condition now merely served as a magnified glimpse into the depths of Hinata's heart, like peering into an ocean of emotions.
A soft, golden light enveloped him, casting a warm and inviting glow throughout the space.
Naruto's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight before him.
Countless candles adorned every available surface, their flickering flames creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow throughout the entirety of the room. The air was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla, adding to the enchantment and even tranquility of the room.
The bed, adorned with a sea of crimson rose petals, looked like something out of a dream. The roses were arranged with such precision that they formed a heart shape on the bed, gracefully crossing the white sheets and pillows, creating a sight that begged for a moment of admiration.
Naruto couldn't take his eyes off of the bed.
But ultimately, he managed to get his eyes to shift. To his left.
The nightstand positioned directly beside the bed now boasted a bottle of whipped cream, a plate of succulent strawberries, a festive birthday hat, and an ice bucket containing chilled champagne. Each element seemed carefully chosen, meticulously placed and planned creating a tableau of sensuality and indulgence.
Naruto felt a surge of warmth and gratitude welling up inside him.
It was as if their room had become a canvas, painted with the strokes of love and affection. He couldn't help but be moved by the effort and thoughtfulness that had gone into creating such an enchanting space. The room's transformation truly spoke volumes about the depth of the connection his lover had with him, leaving the blonde male both touched and elated.
It was a moment he knew he would treasure forever.
Hinata observed the scene in all of its entirety from afar, savoring the moment her boyfriend discovered the love she had poured into creating the romantic theme to their room.
With a smile filled with anticipation and affection, she stood by the door. Her gaze was fixed on Naruto's form, capturing both his back and the side profile of his face. She caught a glimpse of the wide, radiant smile gracing his tanned features, the candlelights dancing around him, illuminating him completely.
Hinata observed him as Naruto meticulously took in every detail of the room, his wide grin remaining ever-present. His head swiveled in excitement, akin to a child exploring a candy store.
Naruto's cerulean eyes absorbed every detail—the roses, the candles, the carefully arranged decorations—and he allowed the sentiment to wash over him, savoring the depth of Hinata's consideration.
Feelings welled up inside him, a torrent of emotions colliding and resonating so profoundly that he couldn't hold back a sob.
"Oh H-Hinata-chan. Th-This is…" His breath grew shaky. He was goddamn speechless, mouth gaped, eyes wide, and heart hammering against his chest.
His movement was wobbly, but he used all the strength he could muster to finally turn around to face his girlfriend, to reveal the endless amounts of gratitude that adorned his face.
"Fuck! This is amazing, holy shit, Hinata-chan!" Naruto exclaimed in awe, gripping the blonde strands of his hair tightly.
He shook his head in disbelief, once again absorbing his surroundings as if they might fade away, as if he might awaken and find it all to be a dream. Yet, everything remained as real as ever.
Hinata remained.
He turned to her fully, tears of joy bundling up in his certulan eyes, "Oh, Hinata-chan, you did all of this…for me?" He whispered through shaky breaths.
He observed his beautiful girlfriend nod eagerly. She pushed herself away from the entrance and took a few steps inside, using a gentle hand to close the door behind her.
"Yes, Naruto-kun, I did all of this for you." She announced with joy evident in her sluggish voice, "D-Do you l-like it?"
"Like it?" Naruto exclaimed, whipping his head back to connect eyes with his love. He gave her a large grin before making his way towards her.
"I fucking love it, Hinata-chan!" Naruto cheered before making his way across the room to her. He approached her, unhesitatingly cupping her cheek with one hand, while the other wrapped around her waist, drawing her close..
He growled, "Mmm, come here, baby." He softly murmured before engaging in a passionate kiss that seemed to nearly sweep her off her feet, undoubtedly leaving her breathless.
Their lips connected in a fervent, tender embrace, a dance of passion and appreciation. Naruto's arms enveloped Hinata, drawing her close, their bodies pressed together in a seamless connection.
Hinata wholeheartedly surrendered to the kiss, expressing her boundless love and devotion through it. She lifted her arms to cradle her blonde lover's neck, holding him close as he secured her waist.
In that moment, time seemed to slow down for them both, allowing them to savor every electrifying second. Hinata's hands raised forward, her fingers beginning to trace a gentle path along Naruto's sculpted jaw, sending shivers of delight down his spine.
Her touch was both tender and delicate, a confirmation to the depth of her feelings.
Their breath mingled, warm and inviting, as they lost themselves in each other. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their cocoon of affection. It was a kiss that resonated with unspoken emotions, an indication to their deep love and devotion, leaving them both breathless and hungry for more.
As time passed, their kiss evolved, transitioning from passionate to heated. Tongues danced in a fervent rhythm, saliva mingled in a crazed fit, and their heads moved in rapid synchrony.
Fingers grew needy, scratching and pinching the other one's clothing in a desirable fit to get them off, to indulge in what they've been wanting to do ever since they stepped back into their home, away from the prying eyes of the public.
Their groans and moans faded as one, as they kissed one another sloppily, bringing a warmth that came unmatched to nestle within the other's chests, a warmth that moved to envelop every part of them.
"Hinata-chan." Naruto moaned his girlfriend's name, breathlessly against her plump lips.
"N-Naruto-kun." She moaned his name back, her lavender eyes hooded.
With a subtle push, Hinata prompted Naruto to take several steps back, her fingers deftly maneuvering to undo the buttons and fastenings of his tuxedo. Naruto readily lent a hand, ensuring the process was both swift and efficient.
In a rush of urgency, their fingers fumbled with buttons, their movements quick and determined. Fabric rustled as Naruto shedded his tie, his jacket, undershirt, and his trouser's with the assistance of his lover, flinging them all aside without a second thought. His tanned physique, a work of art, lay bare for his lover to admire in the soft, dimly lit room. Every move and sensation highlighted the contours of his sculpted muscles which flexed in relation.
Now, Naruto was down to nothing but his boxers. His discarded clothes formed a haphazard pile on the floor, a testament to the urgency that fueled their actions. The room echoed with the sound of fabric meeting carpet, punctuated by the occasional gasp of breath.
Another gasp sprung out of Naruto's mouth as he was given yet another push, but this one was a bit stronger than the one before and he found himself falling backwards.
With a sudden and unexpected stumble, he found himself tumbling, not on the floor, but on their bed, all at once bringing him back to the dream of his reality.
The plushness of the bed welcomed him, yielding beneath his weight in a luxurious embrace. His body sank into the softness, cradling him in a cocoon of comfort. It was a surprise, an unplanned moment of surrender to the inviting embrace of the bed.
He let out a relieved exhale as he observed his girlfriend gracefully positioning herself on top of him, signaling her intentions for the night.
It was going to be another one of those nights again.
Another night where Hinata would take control in the bedroom and guide them both into a world of ecstasy. Naruto anticipated the sensation, anticipating Hinata's preparations, knowing in his bones that he'd remember this night fondly.
Hinata was prepared to give him a night of unparalleled ecstasy, and he was eagerly yearning for it.
Hinata gracefully settled onto his lap, her feet adorned in heels resting on either side of his waist, cushioned by the soft bed sheets.
Crimson rose petals, once strewn across the bed, now danced along their skin, caressing Naruto's tanned, well-defined chest and tracing the contours of Hinata's supple thighs.
Hinata's breath hitched in a soft moan as she gently rested a hand on Naruto's chest, urging him to stay in his relaxed state, stretched out across the center of the bed.
"Mmm, just relax, my love." She murmured tenderly against his eager lips, seeking another passionate kiss. Naruto responded with a blissful moan, meeting her with equal fervor.
Hinata's own moan intertwined with his as she hovered above him, her midnight blue tresses cascading over her fair shoulders, draping across his chest in a tantalizing caress.
Breaking the kiss, Hinata bestowed upon Naruto a smile that stole his breath away. His mouth fell open in awe as he beheld the midnight blue-haired angel above him, bathed in the soft glow of candlelights, which seemed to illuminate her.
Hinata looked perfect. So very perfect.
Hinata appeared absolutely flawless, a vision of perfection.
Naruto was beyond astounded. The fact that he could claim someone as extraordinary as Hinata as his partner, and even know her, be loved by her, and have her in his life, was truly beyond belief.
He was in awe. In total awe.
Hinata smiled down at him, her hands tenderly caressing his well-toned body, "Relax, and allow me this moment to appreciate every inch of you," She whispered, her soothing words merely turning Naruto's muscles into mush.
A soft giggle escaped her lips as she noticed the intensity in his gaze, his hooded blue eyes rooted on her and only her.
She leaned back down, pressing a gentle kiss to his right earlobe before speaking softly within it.
"I yearn to kiss every part of you, Naruto-kun. I yearn to express the depth of my love, to adore every facet of you, honor the years you've lived in this world, and to cherish the time we spent together."
Hinata's soft breath grazed his earlobe, a gentle whisper of warmth that sent tingles down his spine. The sensation was both tender and exhilarating, a delicate touch that quickened his heartbeat.
Her proposition was endearing to the tipsy blonde, igniting a response that pulsed through every nerve in his body. Even his excited friend between his legs perked up, eager to partake in Hinata's plans for the night.
Naruto extended his arms, gently caressing Hinata's thighs, relishing the sensation of her smooth, velvety skin beneath his calloused hands.
"Mmm, oh baby, that sounds absolutely delightful." Naruto nodded, "Yes, kiss my body, caress me, fuck me." He murmured, nestling his head into the bed, "Yes, make my night. Spoil me, sweetheart."
Hinata giggled, drawing back just enough to playfully tap his nose, "Mmm, oh my love, you've just read my mind."
Hinata moved her finger down to instead give his chest a tap, "But first…"
She trailed off, then slid her hands to the hem of her shimmering black dress, gripping the fabric's edges. She remained in eye contact with him, to keep him the center of her attention, to give him all of her.
Naruto watched with bated breath, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend as she folded her arms, seized her dress, and tossed the glistening material over her head, revealing what lay beneath.
Once more, he was taken aback by Hinata's intricate efforts to surprise him, completely catching him off guard.
There, right on top of him, presented a woman of breathtaking beauty, her curves adorned in lingerie. Red lingerie.
"Holy mother of kami." Naruto breathed, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him.
The crimson lace clung to her porcelain skin, a vivid contrast that accentuated every curve and contour she possessed. The delicate fabric danced gracefully against her, a fiery frame against the canvas of her alabaster complexion. It was a tantalizing sight, the scarlet hue radiating confidence and allure.
It was the sexiest sight he's ever seen, the clash of red, bringing rise to her silky midnight blue hair, and lavender eyes, creating a sight that he knew would show up again in his wet dreams of her.
Naruto couldn't even keep his damn mouth closed, he was so flabbergasted.
Hinata looked so beautiful.
The vibrant red lace of her lingerie mirrored the rich hue of the roses adorning the bed. Like the blossoms, the fabric exuded a passionate energy, its intricate patterns weaving a tapestry of desire. The lingerie seemed to echo the very essence of the roses, each petal and lace detail telling a story of passion and longing. Together, they created a sensuous symphony, painting the room with an intoxicating blend of scarlet shades.
And it didn't help that Hinata was currently giving him a seductive squint, a sexy look that accentuated her plump lips, her porcelain skin, and the beauty of her appearance.
She grinded her hips along the bulge in Naruto's boxers, and giggled as she felt his cock brush against the slit of her red panties, an indication that he took great pleasure at what he saw.
She gasped, "Oh, you're such a naughty boy, Naruto-kun." Hinata teased, which only caused his dick to react once more, twitching against her. She moaned in response, placing her hands down to brace herself on his chest.
She shimmed her body yet again, rolling her pelvis in a circular motion along his crotch.
Naruto whipped his head back in delight, crashing against the bed.
"Fuck." He breathed.
Hinata moaned, biting her bottom lip, "Oh? I see that you have taken a great liking to my lingerie, Naruto-kun. I bought it specifically for you for your special night."
Naruto's tongue swept across his lips as he brought his hands down to trace the contours of his lover's form, his hands skimming over the vibrant red fabric that embraced her exquisite figure.
He cursed, "Hell yeah, I love it, baby. Fuck," Naruto swore once more.
"you're just full of surprises."
Naruto chuckled, before bringing his hands down the curve of her backside to cup her ass. He gave it a smack, propelling her forward, "I thought you were done with the surprises, Hinata-chan. Ya know, there's only so many surprises I can take, baby."
Hinata giggled at Naruto's comical response before shrugging her shoulders, "Oh, did I say that? Gomen." The midnight blue-haired woman leaned in to kiss Naruto's lips once more, playfully tugging at them with her teeth.
"I lied." She whispered, "Get ready for a night full of surprises, my love. I'm determined to make this birthday your best one yet."
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The night was in its youthful prime, with the stars reigning supreme in the expansive canvas of the sky. The shadows of the outside world pressed gently against the closed windows of Naruto and Hinata's bedroom, yet were swiftly dispelled by the warm glow of the numerous candles within.
In the embrace of a night so young, Naruto and Hinata felt a surge of eager anticipation, a readiness to surrender to the depths of their love, and to let it unfurl and dance freely throughout the hours ahead. Their hearts beat in sync, echoing the rhythm of the night, as they embarked on a journey of intimate connection, promising to make the most of every precious moment.
Every glance, every kiss, every touch, carried the fervent promise of a night filled with boundless affection and intimate connection.
The darkened bedroom was still aglow with the flickering dance of the countless candles around, their warm, golden light casting an intimate embrace around the couple. These gentle rays of lights stood witness, their flames swaying in harmony.
Each flicker seemed to echo the pulse of Naruto and Hinata's shared affection, creating a sacred space where their love could blossom and flourish. In the tender illumination, the couple found solace and a sense of sanctuary, as if the very essence of their connection was woven into the fabric of the night itself.
Now, the previously hushed bedroom was immersed in a continuous chorus of moans, groans, and the loud creaking of the bed, as Naruto and Hinata delved into the depths of their love, spurred on by the liberating influence of alcohol.
Funnily enough, Naruto was now nestled amidst the pillows, donning the party hat that had originally rested on the table beside the bed. The cone-shaped birthday hat boasted lively colors and was snugly fastened under Naruto's chin by a band, ensuring it sat firmly on his head.
The birthday boy wore a drunken grin on his face as he watched his beautiful girlfriend on top of him, completely controlling the night. The booze in her bloodstream made her loose, wild, and unquestionably sexier.
She undoubtedly took the reins tonight and provided him with a ride he would never forget.
Naruto's boxers were swiftly discarded, hurled across the room, making way for the treasure Hinata desired to nurture. She was quick to slip over her panties and allow Naruto's well-endowed cock in, to barge within her pussy so they could finally become one.
And afterwards, she did not hesitate to begin rocking his world.
She instantly began riding him fervently, hopping up and down on his veiny dick with an intensity and need that pushed Naruto deeper and deeper into the bed. His moans were forced out of his chest and through his mouth with each thrust Hinata delivered, every time her hips collided with his and caused his dick to travel further within her hot, needy pussy.
His bulging arms grasped Hinata's hips firmly, his legs left spread to allow Hinata to do whatever she pleased with him.
The midnight blue-haired woman sighed blissfully, her lingerie-clad body on full display for his eyes to take in. Her pale, creamy mounds jiggled freely inside the tight grip of her lingerie set, providing him with plenty of cleavage to enjoy.
Hinata breathed heavily, matching Naruto's own breathing, "N-N-Naruto-kun, does this feel good, my love? T-Tell me. Tell me how good you feel."
Naruto jerked his head back as he felt Hinata's pussy walls cling to him for dear life, pressing his cock between its warm and tight barriers. It was blissful for him. He was in such bliss that he couldn't even uncurl his toes.
"Yes, baby, fuck! I feel so good, y-your pussy feels so fucking good, holy shit. Don't stop." Naruto begged, obediently expressing how good he felt in a drunken stupor, "holy fucking sh-sh-shit, don't stop."
Hinata giggled as he witnessed her boyfriend moan and groan his desires, completely losing himself in the pleasure that she was responsible for giving him.
His reaction was like a breath of fresh air for her. Her lavender eyes soaked up the way he cursed and moaned out after every deep thrust she granted him, the way her hips gyrated on his dick, and the fleeting touches of her hands dashing up his chest, massaging all the fruits of his labor.
Her hips were like a runaway roller coaster, hurtling up and down with a mind of its own, defying any attempts at restraint. Hinata could no longer control her movements; the alcohol within her had seized control and provided her the ability to ride Naruto as if her life depended on it.
The slaps of their hips were audible, as was the sloshing of their liquids when they joined at the hip, his dick disappearing and reappearing after every second she lifted and dropped her pelvis.
Given how effectively Hinata used her hips and that amazing pussy grip of hers, it truly seemed that Hinata was some sort of trained pornstar. Naruto was utterly perplexed by her apparent ability to both be in control of and out of control of her body.
Hinata was different, and yet so alluring. She approached sex tonight entirely differently than she ever had before. She had ridden him many times in the past, but this time was undoubtedly different.
Hinata was surely giving him her all.
The midnight blue-haired woman groaned, bringing her hands up to rub along her lingerie-clad body, "Mmm, you like this, my birthday boy? Do you like how my pussy feels, hm? Do you like how it feels to be deep inside me?"
"Yes, Hinata-chan. Your pussy feels fucking fantastic to my dick, baby." Naruto's eyes rolled as he was rewarded for his response with a deep thrust, his lover slamming her hips against his crotch, causing her asscheeks to let off an enticing smack and his dick to plunge deeper inside of her.
Naruto let out a deep, prolonged moan, tilting his head towards the ceiling. In that moment, he could almost see stars there, painting the ceiling, their light gently twinkling above him.
The spiky-haired blonde gritted his teeth, "Fuck, how did you get so good at this, Hinata-chan? This feels so fucking good, I'm gonna cum if you keep this up."
Hinata giggled once more, "Oh, this feels good?" She giggled once more, "You haven't felt nothing yet, my love."
With that, she gracefully propelled her body upward, placing herself on her feet with a slight bend at the knees. Placing her hands on Naruto's chest, she effortlessly maintained her balance. Her toned legs supported her with ease, every muscle defined and sculpted, effortlessly bearing her weight in her new pose.
Hinata tossed her hair seductively over her shoulder, assuming a more intense rhythm, intent on providing Naruto with heightened sensations, ensuring his birthday night knew no bounds. She gave her all to make sure Naruto felt a level of ecstasy that surpassed anything this world could offer.
However, as soon as Hinata began to move again particularly in her new position, Naruto felt his self-control totally break, and soon enough, he could feel his dick twitching wildly inside of her.
A powerful rush of pleasure hit Naruto like a rocket, filling his whole world with nothing but sensations that tore him apart. His legs began to tremble, his abs tightened and constricted, and the veins along his neck popped.
He had trouble breathing. He was unable to see or think clearly. All that occupied his mind was Hinata, and her glorious pussy sucking up every inch of his cock, all nine inches of him.
Naruto cursed repeatedly, reaching out to grasp her bended legs. He caressed them back and forth with long strokes, "Yes, fuck yeah. Move those hips just like that, baby."
Naruto breathed shakily, "Fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me."
Naruto nodded broadly, his birthday hat shaking and flailing on top of his head, "Yes, make me cum, Hinata-chan. Make me cum all inside of that pretty pink pussy."
Hinata's cheeks blazed crimson as Naruto filled the air with his explicit words and whispers, his senses overwhelmed, and his lips seemingly moving on their own accord.
It was quite a spectacle, witnessing Naruto lose himself, thoroughly content with the pleasure he received and insatiable for more. It imbued Hinata with a sense of empowerment, affirming her ability to take charge and wield such a powerful influence over her lover.
It all made her feel so good.
Persistently, Naruto caressed her legs with urgency, his touch tracing the velvety smoothness of her supple thighs, encouraging her to continue. He whispered pleas to her, urging her to keep going, to keep riding him just as she was.
And she did. She never stopped.
Hinata pressed on, only until she sensed a familiar tension building within the cock that nestled inside her.
Naruto's grip on her thighs tightened, his nails sinking into her skin as pleasure surged, becoming almost unbearable for him. His abdomen tightened to an unbearable state, the cord inside of him just moments away from snapping.
Even his legs begin to shake uncontrollably underneath her, crashing against the bed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum." He whimpered out.
Hinata purred with satisfaction at his response, her hands tracing a path up and down his chest. She leaned in, eagerly observing every expression that danced across her boyfriend's face, cherishing each time his blue eyes rolled to the back of his head.
She hummed, "Oh yes, cum inside me, Naruto-kun. Fill me up. Fill up your naughty girlfriend."
Hinata pouted playfully, tilting her head, "Do as you please with me, my love."
And it was her seductive voice uttering those words that finally drove Naruto over the edge, convulsing like a madman against the bed sheets.
His hands tightened their hold on her hips, to keep her steady to ensure she could acquire every last drop of his load as he released inside of her.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Naruto proclaimed with a choked-up grunt, before shooting his hot jizz deep inside his lover, giving her what she desired, and filling her to the brim.
Hinata couldn't hold back either, her climax washing over her as the intense heat from her lover's sperm surged through her sensitive depths, electrifying every nerve.
Her legs trembled, spasming, as Naruto held her close until the final quivers of their passion subsided, until he was spent and his cock was done spewing its essence.
Now, his sperm was nestled deep within Hinata, enveloping her in a cocoon of intense warmth and fullness.
Hinata whimpered, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.
Naruto drew in a deep breath.
Both Hinata and Naruto let out breathless groans and pants, just taking a moment to recover, to reclaim the energy they had expended.
With breathless gasps, Naruto gently released his hold on his girlfriend's hips, allowing her to lift herself off him. She shifted up with a determined effort, letting his member slip from her with an enticing sway.
Hinata emitted a soft hum as she repositioned herself, settling on all fours above her breathless lover. Naruto's whiskered cheeks were flushed, his deep blue eyes half-lidded, and his muscles pleasantly fatigued from overstimulation.
Naruto was trying his hardest to regain his composure, but it was hard. Especially after that.
Hinata gave him the ride of a lifetime, the perfect birthday sex he could ever ask for. It was gonna take a minute for him to recover.
Hinata murmured softly as she crept down Naruto's body, his hot jizz within her slowly flowing out to drop along his body, causing tingly sensations to rush through him.
"Mmm, now how was that, my birthday boy?" She giggled. "Was it everything you've ever wished for?" She muttered seductively, setting a tone that clearly indicated she wasn't finished yet.
It certainly got Naruto going again.
Naruto cursed, his vision a bit hazy. "Holy shit," He breathed with a tipsy grin, "that was absolutely incredible. A perfect 100 out of 100, baby," He playfully commented, prompting both of them to burst into laughter.
Hinata's features lightened up positively, before she positioned herself, hovering over Naruto with her hands resting on the pillows beside his head.
Looking down at him, she admired the handsome specimen beneath her, nestled between her arms. Her smile broadened when she felt his own arms envelop her waist, holding her close.
"Mmm, thank you so much, Hinata-chan. That was the best-"
"Nu-uh." Hinata cut him off, stopping his words right in their tracks. She watched as Naruto's eyes widened in surprise, certainly not expecting such a response from Hinata.
His blue eyes looked back up at the beautiful woman above him, and witnessed her raising one dark eyebrow. She shook her head, her long hair tickling his cheeks.
"Surely, you don't think that's the end, now did you?"
Naruto's mouth gaped.
Hinata giggled.
She wiggled her ass once more, and she bit her lip, "No, my love, this is your birthday night and I have promised that I will make it your best. So, we will not be stopping here, Naruto-kun."
"No." She shook her head, "let's go the whole way."
Her voice, a sultry melody, wrapped around him like a silken ribbon. Each word dripped with a sensual allure that sent shivers down his spine. It was a shock to his senses, a tantalizing surprise that left him momentarily breathless. The way she wielded her voice, teasing and tempting, was an art form in itself. Naruto couldn't help but be entranced, utterly captivated by the seductive power she held over him with just the sound of her voice.
His mouth opened and closed like an idiot, no sound escaping, a look of astonishment washing over him, momentarily rendering him speechless.
His dick hardened once more below them both, and rose straight back up in a readiness of what was to come.
Oh boy, did Naruto like the sound of that.
Hinata giggled in a drunken fit at her boyfriend's reaction to her suggestive idea, proceeding with the next step of her plan to ensure Naruto's birthday night was unforgettable.
She gently massaged his rock-hard body, helping him recover from their earlier escapades, all while beginning to lavish kisses all over him, just as she had vowed.
"Just relax, my love." She murmured once more, her body poised over his, her eyes locked onto his with a sultry gaze.
Hinata's kisses all meant something, each one leaving a lasting impression on Naruto.
Hinata kissed his lips and mumbled one against his sake-tinged breath, presumably counting the kisses she left to give each one significance and purpose.
Moving to the left, she pressed a gentle kiss onto his whiskered cheek, tracing his unique birthmarks with her lips.
"2…"
Hinata followed with a kiss on his opposite cheek.
"3…"
Her gentle kisses sent shivers down the blonde's spine, each one tender and soft, her lips caressing his body with utmost care. And with every kiss, she punctuated them with breathless whispers of numbers.
"4…"
"5…"
"I love you so much, Naruto-kun."
In that moment, Hinata leaned in with a tender hunger, her lips seeking the warmth of his skin. Softly, she pressed her mouth against the sensitive area of his throat, just inches below his chin.
With her lips clamping down on his skin, she gently applied suction to create a more encompassing sensation.
A tingly, fleeting sting coursed through him, a blend of pleasure and pain. Hinata's touch was deliberate, leaving a faint mark of their shared intimacy. The intensity of their groans matched the pounding thuds of their hearts as she continued sucking and biting his flesh, creating a unique connection.
Her lips tugged harder on his flesh, just enough so a large red hickey could form on the side of his neck, a visible mark of her love.
Hinata switched to the other side and completed the same action, marking his neck with two fresh hickeys, which she had numbered previously.
It took a moment for Naruto to fully grasp Hinata's romantic intentions. She approached everything with such thoughtfulness, considering his desires and needs, and always knowing precisely how to create truly special moments.
And while she kissed his body, counting each kiss, Naruto slowly but steadily caught on to Hinata, his mushy brain finally producing something useful.
She was bestowing a kiss for every year of his life. Every single one.
With every murmured number, and each tender kiss, she was taking in account of every year of his existence.
Hinata indeed kissed every inch of his body. She kissed him twice along his protruding biceps and then gave him two more kisses right on his pecs, precisely where his nipples were, gently pressing her plump lips against them.
"6.."
"7…"
"8."
"9."
"I'm so grateful to have you in my life, my love."
Naruto moaned, rocking his head back. He ran his hand down the dark tresses of Hinata's hair, slipping his fingertips down the slender curve of her backside, tracing her spine. He palmed her right asscheek, giving it an enticing jiggle.
"Oh, Hinata-chan. Oh my love." He breathed, appreciative almost to tears to be overwhelmed by all the love and affection his lover was giving him. It was almost too much to bear.
Hinata sent a smile up at him before placing the first kiss on his first ab. "I want to thank you, Naruto-kun, for being there for me no matter what, for always being the light in my life, and for holding my hand all these years."
Hinata beamed, her lavender eyes emanating a pleasant warmth, "Thank you for loving me, for choosing me as your partner."
"Oh, Hinata-chan." Naruto breathed, speechless. His groans of pleasure were accompanied by the series of kisses Hinata bestowed upon his six-pack. She moved with a thorough rhythm, alternating between each muscle, her head shifting to place tender kisses along his chest.
"10.
"11."
"12."
"13."
"14."
"15."
Hinata's lips danced over each of his defined abs before she shifted to his navel, leaving a kiss there that sent a sharp tingle racing up his spine, making him squirm on the bed.
She giggled sweetly, "That's 16," She whispered with a nod, continuing to lavish him with love and affection.
Hinata granted every inch of his body kisses, from his head down to his toes, numbering each one until she finally breathed…
"23."
Tenderly holding his right foot, she brushed her lips softly against it, looking up at him with a playful glint in her eyes, her count matching his new age, announcing the age he had just turned this specific day.
Hinata smiled, big and bright, "Happy birthday, Naruto-kun."
As their passionate encounter reached its crescendo, Naruto's breaths came in unsteady waves, his entire being overwhelmed by tingling sensations. Every part of him had been caressed, kissed, now adorned with roses, gentle love bites, and tender marks.
Looking down at the radiant beauty before him, Naruto's grin widened, a mix of awe and gratitude dancing in his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder if he truly deserved someone so perfect. Hinata exceeded even his most extravagant dreams, her perfection nearly too surreal to fathom. Yet here she was, gazing at him with eyes brimming with pure, boundless love, her heart yearning for him and only him to fill.
Naruto sobbed, "Oh, thank you, Hinata-chan. Thank you for everything."
Moving forward, the blonde male left the bed to reach for her, gently cupping her cheek. "I love you so much," He breathed, before claiming her lips in a tender kiss. It was an act that transcended words, a proclamation of his deepest feelings.
Their lips met in a passionate entanglement, a fusion of desire and yearning that sent sparks coursing through their veins. It was a kiss that held the weight of their shared history, the promise of their future, and the intensity of their love.
Time seemed to stand still as they melded into one another, their bodies pressed close, hearts beating in sync. It was a kiss that left them both breathless, an affirmation of the profoundness of their connection.
As they finally pulled away, a shared look of awe and tenderness passed between them, knowing that in that moment, they had experienced something truly extraordinary.
Hinata smiled down at him, "I love you too, Naruto-kun, so much." She murmured dreamily, briefly lost in the spell of the kiss she had just shared with her beloved.
However, she quickly snapped back to reality, shaking her head to shift her focus to the next item on her agenda for the night.
She extended her hand to grab another object from the nearby nightstand.
Naruto moved his head over to identify what she grabbed.
It was the bottle of whipped cream, the same one he noticed from before.
Naruto chuckled at the sight and Hinata gently guided him down onto the bed, back into a lying position again. He playfully buried his head in the pillows, making himself comfortable. "You're really pulling out all the stops tonight, aren't you? You keep surprising me." He said with a grin.
The blonde narrowed his eyes, "Naughty girl." He growled.
Hinata giggled, "Oh, what can I say? I love to surprise you, Naruto-kun. She shrugged, "I can't help myself." She announced, hiding her next intentions.
She gave the all-white cylindrical metal can in her hold a shake. The whipped cream bottle she held gleamed in its creamy hue, with a red nozzle cap at the top, ready for dispensing its contents.
As Hinata shook the bottle, it produced a rattling sound that immediately grabbed Naruto's attention who waited in anticipation for her next move.
'Now, what are you gonna do with that, Hinata-chan?' Naruto thought in his head, once more trying to figure out Hinata's plans, but what she did next, once again, blew him away.
She lowered the whipped cream bottle, positioning the nozzle cap against his upper body. With a gentle push, she released a spray of the white, fluffy cream, creating a delicate pattern on his skin.
Hinata carefully formed a heart shape, starting from his left collarbone and finishing just above his heart. Naruto couldn't help but inhale sharply as the cool cream met his warm skin, sending tingles down his spine.
"Oh fuck yeah, this night just keeps getting better and better." He moaned with a toothy grin. Each one of Hinata's creative ideas was making him all hot and bothered, propelling him on an exhilarating ride of anticipation with no apparent end in sight.
He was beginning to slowly but surely lose his restraint.
The following moments only intensified his predicament.
The next phase of their night was a playful exploration with whipped cream, succulent strawberries, and the tantalizing touch of his lover's tongue. Hinata playfully adorned his chest with the creamy treat of whipped cream, savoring the sweet indulgence with seductive licks.
Hinata immersed herself in the experience, creating fluffy peaks of whipped cream on Naruto's sun-kissed skin to act as a base for the strawberries displayed nearby. Naruto observed with a heated gaze as she swirled the fruit through the creamy mound on his chest, coating it in a luscious layer.
She then guided the fruit up towards him with the grip of its leafy stem.
It was clear what Hinata had in mind, and Naruto was more than willing to oblige.
Naruto eagerly opened his mouth, moaning in pleasure as he took a bite of the succulent strawberry, its juicy sweetness mingling with the creamy remnants of the whipped topping that had once adorned his skin. The delectable flavors danced on his taste buds, crafting a delightful symphony of flavors.
The interplay of the strawberry's tangy juices and the smooth, velvety sweetness of the whipped cream was a taste sensation to be relished. It was a treat meant to be enjoyed over and over again, and Hinata happily obliged.
She continued to offer Naruto more strawberries, each one generously coated in the luscious whipped cream. With anticipation, Naruto eagerly leaned forward, reaching out to savor each delectable morsel as if he was a starved man, presented with a lavish feast.
Naruto savored the fruit with a contented hum, and his eyes sparkled with delight as Hinata indulged in the remaining portion.
The two moaned together, savoring the delicacy of foodplay and one other's company in the privacy of their bedroom.
As time passed on and as he watched his beloved devour the strawberries and playfully lick the whipped cream from his body, her tongue sticking out of her mouth while doing so; he felt his composure slowly but surely begin to slip away further.
The blonde male began to no longer wish to lie down and submit to Hinata's teasing little foreplay. He began to feel the desire building within him to touch her, to hold her down, and fuck her, to just express his gratitude for the incredible night that Hinata had gifted him.
As the many seconds ticked down, Naruto was beginning to feel himself grow closer and closer to the brink of officially surrendering to his desires.
And it all finally came crashing down when Hinata decided to playfully trace a finger along the trail of whipped cream left on his chest and then sensually plop the sullied digit in her mouth.
She moaned, her lavender eyes rolling, "Mmm, so tasty."
That was it.
His restraint had finally slipped.
Naruto's lips curled into a devious grin. "Alright, sweetheart," He purred, his voice low and husky, "it's my turn now."
In the blink of an eye, Naruto flipped their positions, yanking Hinata off his body and laying her on the bed underneath him. Now, her body was submerged deep within the blankets of the bed. The red roses that littered the bed now moved forth to cover her, all of her.
She let out a surprised yelp as she felt enormous hands rush forward and grab her bra, pushing it up to reveal her large, creamy breasts.
Her legs were grasped and thrust skyward, pulled over her lover's massive shoulders, who showered her with a sensual smirk of his own, a smirk that made Hinata melt inside.
Naruto leaned down, and gave the back of her thighs quick kisses, as he gripped her legs tight to his body, positioned parallel to one another in the air.
Whipped cream remained plastered on his chest, but Naruto didn't seem to mind, his quick movements causing his birthday hat on top of his head to rattle once more.
Naruto pushed his body forward, bending Hinata's legs just enough to give him more room down below.
He didn't waste any time after that, and drove his cock deep inside of her, her pussy nice and exposed for him, given their current position. She was all ready for him to dive within.
Hinata's eyes instantly rolled as she beheld the fruits of her remarkable actions, all the dosages of love and admiration that Naruto wished to give appearing as swift, deep thrusts that made her see stars.
Naruto's hips pounded her back and forth, slamming into her ass, causing it to bounce back and forth, her legs flailing beside his head.
Naruto moaned against his lover's lips, his hips rocking up and down, his thrusts angled so Hinata could get a taste of every last inch of his dick, and every last bit of his love.
Hinata's large breasts, now that they were exposed, wobbled like crazy against her chest, taking off at a speed that added more noise to their intimate moment. The room was now filled with the loud creaking of the bed, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, and the groans and moans of Naruto and Hinata, all combined.
Hinata whined, moving her hands in a way so Naruto could clutch them, interlocking them together over her head.
She mewled against his lips, her piercing cries ringing in his ears, "Ahhh, oh Naruto-kun! Yes, right there! Yes!"
"Fuck yeah!" Naruto cursed, "That's right. Ya feel that? You feel how happy you've made me, huh, Hinata-chan?"
Hinata nodded rapidly, screaming at the top of her lungs as a reaction to the immense pleasure that Naruto was giving her.
Naruto laughed, "Mmm fuck, hold on tight, Hinata-chan, for I plan to go the entire night."
"Oh kamii!"
Hinata could only scream.
Truly, Naruto's elation didn't require verbalization; Hinata felt it full on. Every thrust of his hips, every plunge of his cock inside of her, every love nothing he whispered, and every time he squeezed her hands, a passionate squeeze as he peered into her eyes, she felt his gratitude.
The ecstasy coursing through her was indescribable, an affirmation of the powerful bond they were cultivating on this memorable night.
Yes, it was a wonderful night indeed, a very special birthday. It was a night they spent together in their own bedroom making memories, memories that they would cherish forever.
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"Phew! I'm pooped!" Naruto exclaimed, exhausted, as he whipped his head back, taking a gulp from the champagne glass that was now within his hold.
Hinata laughed as she lay next to him on their bed's soiled covers, side by side. Both were drenched in sweat, a hot mess, still under the influence, but completely satisfied.
Hinata nodded before taking a sip of her own alcoholic beverage, relishing every drop. She moaned as she felt a tremendous buzz from the alcohol once more.
Naruto groaned, racing his free hand up and down along Hinata's now fully naked body, caressing her ass with squeezes and massages.
"Mmm, that was amazing, Hinata-chan." He breathed, "The celebration, the foreplay, the birthday sex, fuck…" Naruto shook his head in astonishment, turning his attention to his lover who was pulling her champagne glass from her lips.
She smiled brightly.
Naruto grinned, a toothy grin, "It was all so perfect." He gave her asscheek a soft smack, causing her to giggle.
He chuckled as well, "Thank you, Hinata-chan."
Once more, Hinata experienced a profound sense of satisfaction, aware that Naruto's happiness was a direct result of the effort she had invested in crafting every aspect of his birthday celebration, from start to finish.
Witnessing Naruto radiate joy and exuberance was her sole goal, and now that such an aspiration of he's had been met, her own sense of fulfillment was raised through the roof.
With an agreeable nod, Hinata eagerly clinked her glass against his, filling the room with a cheerful chime.
"You're very welcome, Naruto-kun," She warmly slurred before bringing her glass to her lips. But before taking a sip, she added something else.
"But just wait until you see what I have planned for next year."
Instantly, Naruto caught her words and he whipped his head toward her in shock, his eyes wide and his body stiffened.
"Nani, Hinata-chan!" He exclaimed, genuinely surprised by how Hinata already had another celebration idea in mind for his birthday for next year.
How does Hinata manage it?
Truly, that motivated him to step up his game when her own birthday approaches in a few months. He's determined to plan something truly grand for her.
Hinata giggled in glee, kicking her legs in a fit of excitement.
Naruto shook his head, before ultimately bursting into a fit of laughter, a sight that almost caused Hinata to spew out her drink.
She moved her drink away from her lips to laugh as well.
Naruto rubbed along her ass once more, showcasing astonished shakes of his head, "Oh, Hinata-chan, you amaze me, my love. You amaze me." He declared, with a playful scoff.
"After this amazing night, you've really piqued my curiosity about what you've got in store for my birthday next year-"
"Nu-uh." Hinata chastised with a shake of her finger. She moved the extended digit forward to tap her blonde lover's nose, a gesture that made him chuckle yet again.
"Nope, you'll have to wait for a whole three hundred sixty-five days..."
"Ahh! Come on, Hinata-chan! Perhaps just a tiny clue?"
"Nope!"
"Ahh, you're such a tease, Hinata-chan!"
Hinata giggled at her boyfriend's visible frustration, finding it so adorable. She shifted forward just enough to nestle deep into his chest, content as Naruto immediately wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in close.
Her fingers traced a delicate path up his arm, "Aww, but you still love me, don't you, Naruto-kun?" She whispered softly against his ear, causing Naruto's frustrated look to drop and a smirk to emerge across his face.
He turned his gaze to her, looking down at the sight of her snuggled against his naked body.
Naruto smiled, before moving down to kiss her forehead, kissing her gently, "Of course, Hinata-chan. I'll love you now, and forever, my love."
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Notes:
OMG, yall! That was a lot, wasn't it?!? You're probably feeling a lot of emotions right now, I know, lol. I know Naruto was, haha. Hinata was going all out. She wasn't playing any games with him, lmao! She can with the whole package, haha!
As you can tell, I enjoyed wiring this one-shot immensely. I wanted to begin writing for the holidays, starting with Naruto's birthday so, you will definitely see some more one-shots that are holiday-oriented.
So be ready for that!
In the meantime, tell me your thoughts in the comments and leave your kudos! Take care! 🧡💜
Chapter 16: ❦When Night Comes❦
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Amidst their forbidden love, Naruto, a vampire, and Hinata, a human, find themselves entwined in an enduring romance. Night after night, Naruto visits her, bringing with him a bundle of joy and merriment which seems to always banish all of Hinata's problems. But one fateful night, Naruto arrives with a problem of his own, a problem Hinata is determined to solve. But her solution ignites a sensual spark, binding them closer than ever before.
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Notes:
Happy Halloween, everyone! (or to those who celebrate the holiday) I don't particularly celebrate the holiday anymore, tbh, but I did want to write spooky Naruhina content for it. So here you go!
I worked so hard on it, like SO HARD! I have planned to write/upload three different Halloween edition one-shots. They are all very different in their own way and will have up to two parts. Tags will be posted up for each one-shot so you can see what's for you and what isn't.
Also, there will be some one-shots that'll be a little late. College has become demanding for me, so I am trying my best to balance it all. But this one is all complete, and it is, in fact, a sequel to a one-shot/story I had written before, the very first one-shot I have EVER written. The original one-shot, or the prequel oneshot is posted in my Naruhina one-shot's collection book here on AO3. The story is also found on Wattpad and Fanfiction.net. So do check it out if you're interested, but quite frankly, you don't need to read it in order to know what's going on in this sequel one-shot. I think I explained everything pretty well here, hehe.
You can imagine how excited I am to be revisiting the very FIRST one-shot idea I have written. I have worked day and night on this, and I have tried my best to make everything damn near perfect. This one-shot is pretty long, (not anything new, haha) It is 20k words in all, so I have decided to split this story into two parts. The second Halloween one-shot I post will also have two parts, as well.
Anywho!
I hope you have a spooky time reading this oneshot, haha. Leave your thoughts and kudos!
Prequel Oneshot: -1- Naruhina Vampire One-shot: https://ao3-rd-3.onrender.com/works/33379045/chapters/82906771
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Angst • Angst & Fluff • Biting • Biting Kink • Bite Marks • Blood Kink • Bloodlust • Body Worship • Claiming • Coming Untouched • Creampie • Dirty Talk • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Fangs • Fingering • First Time • Foreplay • Forbidden Love • Halloween • Halloween Special #1 • Hurt & Comfort • Intimacy • Loss Of Virginity • Love-Making • Majestic • Marking • Mating • Multiple Orgasms • Non-Human AU • NSFW • Overstimulation • Praise Kink • Romance • Scent • Scratching • Sequel • Size Difference Kink • Tryst • Third Person POV • Unprotected Sex • Vampire • Vampire Boyfriend • Vampire X Human • Virgin • Virginity • Wholesome • 2023
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When Night Comes
The dark night hung heavy with the scent of autumn leaves and the distant promise of rain. Hinata sat on the edge of her bed, her heart beating in harmony with the soft, rhythmic tap of a few solitary raindrops against her windowpane.
Her bedroom was awash in the silvery glow of the moon, casting an ethereal light on her delicate features.
She gazed out into the darkness, her eyes fixed on the open window just a few feet from her bed, a silent invitation to the one who held her heart. With each passing minute, Hinata's gaze remained unwaveringly locked onto her open window, where her purple curtains swayed gently due to the night's breeze.
Hinata was waiting; waiting for someone.
The young woman let out a soft whimper, her grip tight on the velvety silk robe she wore, the gentle material cascading over her fingers as she held it close. The fabric, a regal hue of lavender, exuded a soothing quality, reminiscent of the soft embrace of a gentle evening breeze.
Hinata bit her lip, attempting to restrain her anxiety.
She knew he would come, just as he had for countless nights before.
Her lover.
Her vampire lover.
Naruto, her immortal boyfriend, was bound to her not by the chains of mortality, but by the threads of an immortal love. Her lover stood not just as her partner but as an unwavering source of support and a symbol of a boundless love.
Together, they embarked on an extraordinary journey, navigating trials and savoring victories side by side, their love story woven into the very tapestry of life, defying its rules.
Hinata could recall their first meeting with vivid clarity; her mind refused to let the memory fade, her heart clutching it close.
Such a particular memory was etched deeply into her mind, often resurfacing during solitary mornings or long, lonely days when she couldn't be with her vampire lover.
It all unraveled beneath a brooding, moonlit sky, one fateful night when she had naively underestimated the intricate workings of the world around her; a world shared by man and beast. Humans and Vampires.
Her impulsive decisions brought her to a part of Konoha that was under the sway of vampires, creatures of the night, much to her unconscious dismay at that time.
In her innocence, Hinata thought that displaying courage and self-reliance was a means to establish herself, even in the presence of the looming threat posed by the marauding vampires that plagues half of Konoha.
Despite her father's stern warning rules, she decided to embark on a late-night grocery run, fully conscious of the inherent dangers. Such a decision served as her declaration of defiance, a testament to her belief in her ability to protect herself, a point she aimed to prove to both the world and, most importantly, to herself.
Hinata lowered her head, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she recalled that part of her treasured memory.
Looking back, she realized how incredibly naive she was. She realized now just how much she had yet to learn during that time.
Because, it was this very path that inevitably and regrettably brought her face to face with one of them.
A vampire; a bloodthirsty one, driven by an insatiable hunger, who was determined to drain her life force, exploiting the very essence her heart worked tirelessly to circulate, all because of her misguided actions.
Though the encounter was initially terrifying, it proved to be a pivotal moment in her life. Little did she know then that the threads of destiny were weaving her closer to Naruto, her beloved, forging a connection deeper and more passionate than they could have ever imagined.
It unfolded into an epic love story she hadn't anticipated, one that broadened her perspective on vampires, or rather, on her savior.
Before encountering Naruto, Hinata held a deep-seated hatred toward vampires. In her eyes, they were nothing more than bloodsuckers, akin to a corrosive force slowly eroding Konoha's delicate lands.
A fragment of that sentiment still lingered within her, even now.
However, she carved out an exception for Naruto, an exception she granted because he had not only saved her life but also harbored an unyielding commitment to always protect her.
Every night, just a few moments after the sun descended below the horizon and the moon took its place in the sky, Naruto would come to see her.
Hinata would always leave her bedroom window open at night, to allow him to slip inside, creating a pathway for their clandestine meetings. They were able to do so then, now that the sun, Naruto's arch-nemesis, was temporarily subdued, and would remain so for approximately twelve hours.
In the quiet of these nocturnal meetings, they treasured their time together, saving these moments for private conversations and shared laughter, exclusively when the night comes.
Hinata grinned to herself as she immersed in the world her mind eagerly revisited multiple times a day—a realm that granted her serenity and joy.
However, in a moment that seemed prompted by her yearning, a gentle rustling of leaves stirred outside, its sound slipping through the wide gap of her window, rushing into her room. Her thoughts were broken instantly by such a sound, and she was jolted back to reality, her head snapping toward her open window. Her heart quickened its pace, as if it could sense that her lover was near, reacting instantly to his arrival.
Emerging from the night, a dark figure draped in shadows revealed itself.
It was him.
Naruto .
He moved with an unearthly grace, swifter than any human could fathom. In one seamless motion, he glided through her window with a leap, a phantom whoosh echoing in the room as he filled it with his majestic aura and the rush of the cool, evening breeze.
Hinata's breath hitched in her throat, as she finally realized his presence. Her lavender eyes, filled with love and longing, followed her lover as he tumbled into the darkest corners of her room, now sharing the same space as she did.
"Naruto-kun," She breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, but she was confident that his keen ears had caught it.
She was sure of it.
In the darkness, Hinata was certain that Naruto’s face bore a gentle smile as she uttered his name.
Locked in a gaze with her vampire lover, an undeniable tension swept across the entire room, thick with anticipation. He advanced, stepping into the path of moonlight that spilled through her open window, casting an ethereal glow upon him.
Within this luminous embrace, his true vampiric nature and appearance began to emerge, unveiling itself bit by bit.
His lips were parted slightly, revealing sharp, glistening fangs that extended to his lower lip, capable of piercing through the shadows.
His eyes transitioned from menacing, crimson slits to a tranquil and soothing cerulean blue, restoring a sense of calmness to his presence.
The contours of his whiskered face held a delicate, almost otherworldly glow, highlighting his well-defined features with a ghostly brilliance.. Shadows played on his skin, emphasizing the flawless tan that spoke of his immortal, robust physique.
In the soft embrace of the moonlight within the room, Naruto's blonde, spiky hair gradually revealed itself with a gentle luminescence. Each strand seemed to capture a glimmering silver thread of the night's radiance, and as it fell, it shimmered like spun gold, softly illuminating his presence.
As Naruto took each step closer, advancing across the plush carpet, there was a transcendent grace to his movements, a fluidity that seemed to exceed mortal bounds.
Hinata's heart quickened as she witnessed the mesmerizing transformation before her, realizing the complexity of the supernatural creature in her presence.
Her gaze lowered, and there she beheld the clothing that adorned his form, the attire he wore upon his body.
Naruto opted for a casual fit given the time of day and the circumstances, opting for an effortlessly cool ensemble that still exudes an air of refined taste. He donned a well-fitted, charcoal-gray Henley shirt, its soft fabric draping comfortably over his broad frame. The shirt's neckline was left partially unbuttoned, adding a touch of charm to his overall appearance.
Paired with this, he wore dark, slim-fit jeans that complemented his muscular physique. A dark brown leather belt was included to accentuate his outfit, adding a subtle contrast and a touch of rugged flair. On his feet, he chose a pair of sleek, black leather sneakers, their clean lines and modern design showcasing his laid-back yet polished style.
It was a sight that left Hinata breathless, one that, somewhat embarrassingly, stirred up the natural, womanly hormones her nineteen-year-old body was beginning to go through, a yearning for a connection so intimate that it held the capability of changing her life forever.
Before Hinata knew it, Naruto was before her seated form, his fingers gently cupping her chin. His piercing blue eyes, in one single motion, fulfilled her desires, locking onto her own in a close encounter. Such eyes of his were enchanting, always providing her a sense of security and freedom, eyes she cherished above all.
His touch was as cool as the night air, sending a shiver down her spine. And yet, it was a touch that warmed her soul, igniting a fire that burned brighter than any earthly flame. Despite harboring supernatural strength, the blonde vampire treated her with the utmost gentleness.
Naruto's every touch, every glance, was delicate and tender, a crucial reason for the depth of Hinata's feelings for him, no matter his true nature.
Their eyes met, wordlessly conveying love and a profound understanding that surpassed spoken language. In that instant, they were the only two beings in existence, connected by a love that transcended the constraints of time and reality.
Hinata watched as a smile broke across her vampire lover's lips, once more putting his razor sharp canines on display. But she didn't flinch, nor feel a single ounce of fear due to his distinguishing features.
She welcomed it with a smile of her own.
"Hinata-chan,"
Now it was Naruto's turn to whisper her name, his voice almost breathless as he admired his human lover. He had spent the entire day separated from her, confined to his home away from the sunlight.
So, this moment was everything he yearned for. It was a moment he yearned each and every day, and now, he had the opportunity of experiencing such a moment once more.
He took care to savor every precious second.
With tenderness, Naruto traced the contours of Hinata's jawline using his thumb, his gaze fixed on the young woman beneath him. Her eyes too, were fixed on him as well.
Naruto let out a shuddering breath.
She was so beautiful.
Hinata's midnight blue hair was free from all confines, thus, the strands cascaded down her shoulders, delicately draping across her chest and down her backside.
Such dark blue strands of hers were both lengthy and elegant, their smooth flow resembling a gentle cascade of silk, as they continued their journey downward.
Each wave and curl seemed to carry with it a sense of natural grace, framing her form with a captivating beauty that danced with every movement.
Her hair, a midnight blue, a hue as dark as the deepest night, appeared almost black in dim light. However, when touched by the caress of moonlight, her hair awakens, revealing its true essence—a lustrous, enchanting shade that radiates the deep, mysterious allure of the midnight sky.
Her hair strands framed her face perfectly, complementing the gentle curve of her lavender eyes and the porcelain fairness of her skin. Her natural, mortal beauty was like a breath of fresh air to Naruto, a stark contrast to the world he knew.
Throughout most of his existence, he had longed to gain a deeper understanding of the realm of humanity, a world that belonged to Hinata. Now, such a word lay at his fingertips, a world he could delve into exclusively with her, guided by the touch of her hand in his.
His grin broadened, radiating charm, "Why hello, princess," Naruto greeted, using one of the endearing pet names he's begun calling her, one she cherished so dearly.
As their relationship blossomed over the years, Naruto came to affectionately refer to her by one of two endearing names he held dear: 'my love,' or 'princess.'
Both of these pet names, once uttered from the lips of her vampire boyfriend, had the power to turn her into a mushy, gushy schoolgirl.
She nibbled her lip, leaning into Naruto's touch, savoring the gentle caress of his thumb against her chin.
"Tell me, how has your evening been, my love?"
His voice, a revelation, possessed a deep, velvety resonance reminiscent of aged mahogany's rich timbre. It held an enchanting, almost hypnotic quality, akin to the distant echo of a cello's melancholic melody.
Such a husky tone was imbued with a subtle undercurrent of both power and allure, leaving an enduring mark on Hinata's soul—a seductive whisper that lingered in the air long after it passed his lips.
Hinata shuddered, before answering what was asked of her. She leaned her head further into her vampiric lover's touch, "My e-evening has been rather pleasant." Hinata beamed, "Far better, now that you're here, Naruto-kun.."
Naruto let out a soft chuckle, "Ah, I can say the same, Hinata-chan." His features softened, "I'm sorry that I kept you waiting so long. I had to…"
The tender touch Naruto bestowed upon Hinata's chin slowly diminished, replaced by a solemn expression that settled on his features, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"feed." In a hushed tone, Naruto confided, as though it were a secret he hesitated to reveal, an act of sacrifice he reluctantly disclosed to her.
He bowed his head, distancing himself from her, a gesture that wiped the smile from Hinata's fair countenance, replacing it with a frown.
"N-Naruto-kun…" Hinata whimpered.
Naruto sought refuge behind the curtain of his tousled, blonde locks, their golden strands cascading down his forehead and teasing the bridge of his nose. They veiled his cerulean eyes, keeping them hidden from view.
His voice trembled as he spoke, each word a reluctant confession, "I-I sustain myself from blood bags, as I'm sure you know," Naruto continued, his tone threaded with vulnerability, "I've always avoided harming humans, never considering them a viable option to quench my thirst. So, I..." He paused, drawing in a steadying breath, "I would typically procure a few blood bags from Konoha Hospital. I know that's wrong of me, stealing from the humans, but I believe it's preferable than... killing them."
Another pause, during which Naruto spared Hinata a fleeting glance through the veil of his hair, "your kind," He added softly, "I cannot speak for the other vampires out there, but I've pledged never to spill the blood of the innocent, Hinata-chan."
Naruto cast a faint smile, "You're the reason I hold onto that promise."
Hinata's eyes widened, and her heart skipped several beats.
Naruto appeared driven to share his troubles, revealing the wounds that weighed on his heart, seeking solace and acceptance from her.
However, Hinata knew her vampire boyfriend well. She was familiar with the compassionate heart he possessed and his unwavering commitment to abstain from feeding on humans, let alone considering them a source for his blood cravings.
He held humanity, particularly her own, in high regard and was determined not to put anyone in harm's way.
His actions conveyed a resounding message, demonstrating his unyielding strength and his commitment to never go back on his word.
Prior to their nightly meets, Naruto always made sure to nourish himself with blood bags, ensuring his bloodlust was under control to eliminate any potential risk to her.
His self-control was commendable, and his commitment to honesty and respect was even more so.
So, Hinata smiled, extending her hand to gently clasp Naruto's cool fingers, entwining her delicate ones with his.
"It's okay, N-Naruto-kun. You need to feed, it's what keeps you alive, s-so I completely understand. As long as you only rely on blood bags, you shouldn't worry about me showing any disapproval-"
"But I'm afraid the blood bags are no longer enough, Hinata-chan." Naruto suddenly blurted out, his response halting Hinata's heartfelt reassurances.
Her expression quickly shifted to concern as she looked up at the distress etched on Naruto's tan features. His forehead was furrowed, brows knitted together, and his head hung low.
He clasped her fingers tightly, his voice strained, "They're just not enough anymore. I-I think I might be developing a tolerance to them somehow. Blood bags have been my sole source of sustenance for so long and it used to fuel me up for days, but now, I've noticed the hunger inside me doesn't remain at bay anymore. Maybe a few hours, but then I just grow hungry again,"
Naruto brought one hand down to cup his stomach, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt rise slightly because of his touch.
"starving." He added, his frown deepening as he shook his head. He gently withdrew his fingers from Hinata's grasp and took a step back, putting a bit of distance between them.
In response to Naruto's unexpected revelation, Hinata was left wide-eyed, a surge of varied emotions coursing through her. Hinata was at a loss for words, struck by a mixture of shock and concern as she mentally dealt with the knowledge that Naruto was currently grappling with a hunger that was proving increasingly difficult to manage, a notable deviation from his usual mastery over it.
Hinata's concern swelled within her, evident in the furrow of her brows and the way her fingers gripped the fabric of her robe. Yet, she fought to maintain a composed facade, not wanting to add to Naruto's distress. She wished to avoid upsetting him further.
The blonde vampire let out a huff and ran a hand across his eyes, "I didn't want to keep this from you," He confessed, his voice earnest, "I never wish to hide anything from you, especially not this. You needed to know."
"How long have you been dealing with this?" Hinata asked abruptly, capturing Naruto's attention. She bit her lip, once again clutching the fabric of her robe, "How long have you been developing a tolerance to bl-blood bags?"
"Two months," He admitted bluntly. He watched as Hinata's eyes widened, a mix of horror and concern crossing her features.
"T-Two months? Th-That's-"
"But it's been a gradual process, Hinata-chan," He interjected, fully aware of how damning the entire situation appeared, "I've unconsciously built up this tolerance to blood bags over time."
Hinata listened, her concern deepening with every word Naruto spoke. She could sense the gravity of the situation in his voice, and it weighed heavily on her heart.
"So, y-you thought you could handle it, Naruto-kun," She replied gently, "until it escalated to this point?" She looked at him, her eyes filled with worry.
Naruto dragged his hand along his face again with a deep sigh, finding solace in the palm of his hand, "I didn't realize how bad it was getting, Hinata-chan. It just didn't seem like a big deal at first, but then... I started binging on blood bags. I'd go into crazed frenzies, always thinking about blood."
Naruto's thoughts were spiraling into a chaotic whirlwind. He felt like he was teetering on the edge of a precipice, his self-control slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.
His urges, once manageable, now seemed like an insatiable itch that he couldn't scratch, a burning desire that refused to be satisfied, and a void that couldn't be filled.
He feared the worst, contemplating what would occur if he lost control and hurt someone, or worse, hurt Hinata, his beloved human. The thought petrified him, leaving him in a state of panic and confusion.
For Hinata, seeing Naruto suffer in silence was unbearable. He was essentially starving himself to prevent from harming others, and it pained her to witness him in such turmoil. She wanted to help him, repay him for all the times he had come to her aid and even saved her life.
Her breath caught as a sudden idea suddenly sprung into her mind, a revelation that was undeniably risky and, well…foolish.
However, her determination to aid Naruto was unwavering, compelling her to consider nearly anything, even if it teetered on the edge of recklessness.
Hinata was prepared to take considerable risks, all for the chance to save Naruto's life for a change.
Naruto dropped his hand from his face, his body tensing up, and his breath shallowing, "Hinata-chan, my cravings are growing stronger; much stronger. It's like my body's beginning to crave something more…"
Hinata's eyes widened.
"Something... human."
"N-No." Hinata whispered in disbelief, shaking her head.
As soon as Naruto confessed his craving for something human, it felt like Hinata's world froze over. The weight of such a dreadful confession pressed down on her, leaving her stunned.
Her beloved, the person she cherished most, who had always shown her kindness and warmth, was now struggling with something beyond his control. He grappled with the insidious compulsion that came with his monstrous nature, the desire to commit unspeakable acts, to harm innocent human beings in which his inner darkness regarded as mere prey, as a source of sustenance.
Hinata never thought she would see the day.
Seeing Hinata's panicked reaction, Naruto's own panic surged, and the composed facade he struggled to maintain slipped away completely.
Clutching his shirt tightly, Naruto's voice trembled, "I'm scared, Hinata-chan! I'm terrified, utterly terrified at the thought of not finding a solution in time, of losing control and causing harm to someone, or even worse,"
Naruto's eyes welled with tears, "to you."
At that moment, Hinata felt like her heart might shatter. She had never seen Naruto so vulnerable, so consumed by fear. It was a gut-wrenching sight, and her instinct to help him burned stronger than ever.
Rising from her bed, it felt as though her body had a mind of its own. Each step toward Naruto was deliberate, her determination to offer him comfort and support overpowering any doubt or fear that might have tried to hold her back.
Naruto let out a whimper at the sight of her approaching form, his breathing shaky, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. His eyes, normally filled with warmth and playfulness, now held a flicker of panic.
He struggled to meet Hinata's gaze, his eyes darting to the floor but she reached out for him, as a beacon of comfort and reassurance.
It was now her turn to grab a hold of his chin, tilting it slightly so his gaze met hers again. In that instant, she observed the rapid shift in his eyes, from cerulean to a deeper crimson, a clear sign of his internal struggle for control.
But Hinata stood her ground.
Her touch was gentle, and subtle, as she locked eyes with him, her lavender orbs reflecting a fierce resolve.
"Naruto-kun," She began, her voice soft but steady, "we'll figure this out. We've faced countless challenges before, so we'll get through this one too. You're strong, and you're not alone."
Hinata spoke with a firm and unwavering voice, her hand rushing forth to cup his whiskered cheek. She smiled faintly to see him flinch, but he didn't show any signs of attacking her.
"See," Hinata whispered, as she gently caressed her vampire lover's face, rushing her fingertips up and down his cool skin, "You're in complete control, even when it feels like you're not."
Hinata wanted Naruto to feel her courage, to know that she was there for him. Her heart beat in tandem with his, a silent promise that she would stand by him, no matter what.
Naruto's eyes, a turbulent ocean of anxiety, locked onto hers. He was like a caged beast, caught in a tempest of fear and helplessness. He couldn't believe her words, not when he felt like his very core was unraveling.
He shook his head wildly, his blonde bangs swaying fiercely, "No, H-Hinata-chan. I'm not. I'm not in control-"
"Sh-Shh, my love." Hinata couldn't control the tremble in her voice, her heart breaking even further to witness her vampire lover panic as he was.
Observing Naruto's internal struggle with his fears, witnessing the profound extent of his anxiety, the vulnerable side of him that teetered on the edge of losing control shattered her heart into pieces.
It wasn't solely his desperation that tugged at her heartstrings, but also the awareness that he was enduring this torment silently, grappling with the relentless darkness threatening to consume him. Hinata couldn't begin to fathom the depth of Naruto's struggle, contending with such intense emotions like bloodlust, and stuck in an internal conflict of forsaking his morals and promises to spare human lives.
Naruto was a being unlike any this world had ever known, ancient and formidable, yet reduced to a mere servant to his own body's monstrous cravings, a prisoner to his bloodlust.
Hinata found it impossible to truly understand the weight of such urges, or how they might affect one's mind and body, but…
She had to do something.
Hinata exhaled deeply, locking her gaze with his, delving into the depths of his tormented spirit, "Naruto-kun, I have a plan," Hinata swallowed nervously, before she continued, "I have a plan that can help you, but you m-must trust me."
Naruto's unease was evident. He fidgeted slightly, his shoulders rigid, "A plan? Y-You've got a plan?"
Naruto appeared bewildered, filled with a mix of doubt and fear over what Hinata might suggest. Yet, his curiosity tugged at him, pushing him to seek further explanation.
"Wh-What kind of plan, Hinata-chan?"
Hinata took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to propose. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if anticipating her next words.
"What if you... feed on me?"
The air seemed to still, her words hanging in the space between them.
As soon as those words left Hinata's mouth, Naruto's eyes widened in utter shock, his breath hitching in his throat. He searched Hinata's gaze rapidly, seeking confirmation that he'd heard her correctly.
"N-Nani!?!"
The weight of the suggestion settled over them, a mixture of shock and concern taking over Naruto's eyes, no, his entire face.
Hinata held her breath, awaiting his response, her hand still extended toward him, cupping his face, a silent promise of support and sacrifice.
Naruto's breath caught in his throat as Hinata made her audacious proposal. He couldn't help but recoil slightly, his instincts screaming at him that this was a terrible idea.
He shook his head rapidly, 'No, no, no! I can't do that. I can't!' Naruto thought in a crazed frenzy within his head, instilled with fear as he dwelled on all the ways her idea could go wrong.
Inflicting pain on her was the last thing Naruto wanted; he never wanted to hurt Hinata, not now, not ever.
"I... Hinata-chan, I don't think that's a good idea," He stammered away, causing Hinata's hand on his face to drop, panic creeping into his voice. Naruto's inner turmoil raged as he found himself unable to grasp the full extent of Hinata's plan.
It was an extremely ill-conceived idea to feed on her, which would only inevitably lead them both down a regrettable path, a path he was certain of.
In Naruto's recollections, he vividly recalls the dark thoughts that would consume him during his frenzied states. He found himself, indeed, yearning for a taste of Hinata's blood, imagining the act of tearing into her neck and savoring the life-giving nectar coursing through her veins. He envisioned her blood to taste sweet and addicting, an experience that would leave him craving more.
These desires terrified him to the core. It was completely foreign for him to entertain such thoughts, to envision such actions. He knew this wasn't him; it simply couldn't be.
That is not who he was and won't ever be.
Fear gripped Naruto, both for the potential consequences of succumbing to these desires and for the harm he might inflict upon Hinata for having them.
And now…
Hinata frowned, "Naruto-kun-"
"No!"
Naruto let out a deafening roar, a sound so feral that it nearly startled her out of her own skin, abruptly silencing her words. Her lips trembled as she watched her lover take a step away, placing one hand up to halt her.
"Stop it, Hinata-chan. This is crazy. What you're so carelessly proposing," Naruto heaved, "what you've planned is far more dangerous than you realize. The very thought of feeding on you, I..."
Naruto began to shake his head vigorously, causing his spiky blonde hair to sway and repeatedly strike his face, but he paid it no mind. He lifted his hands to cover his face, seeking refuge in them once more.
"I just can't."
Deep concern furrowed Hinata's brow as she observed her vampiric boyfriend's inner struggle. His pain was evident, and it only fueled her determination to carry out her plan. Call her naive, call her foolish, call her reckless, she didn't care.
There was no other choice.
With resolve, she took action, gently reaching for him again. She tenderly peeled one of his hands from his face and intertwined her fingers with his, determined to help him through this dreadful time, whether he liked her methods or not.
Afterward, she guided him back to her bed and sat him down on the edge, the soft sheets beneath them providing comforting support.
Taking a deep breath, Hinata firmly clasped Naruto's hands, holding them securely in his lap.
"Naruto-kun, look at me."
Though reluctant, Naruto complied. He shifted his gaze from the dark blue blankets of Hinata's bed and met her eyes once more.
She frowned, noticing tears welling up in the corners of his own.
"Hinata-chan, please, don't make me do this."
The midnight blue-haired woman gently shook her head, her voice tender, "Naruto-kun, listen to me." She began, "In my heart, I hold the belief, the strong belief that you would never hurt me. Goodness and committing to all acts that are good is ingrained in your heart, a fundamental part of who you've always been." Hinata's smile brightened, radiating warmth, "You've been my pillar of support when I needed it most. Your assistance has been invaluable, so much so that every night, as I lie in bed, I yearn for the opportunity to repay you, to be the lifeline for you, just as you are for me. And now,"
Hinata caressed his calloused hand softly, "the moment has come. It's now my turn to help you. So, please. Please, allow me to help you, Naruto-kun."
Naruto's inner turmoil continued to wage a fierce battle. He didn't know what to do, didn't know what the best path to take.
He knew he couldn't withstand his growing bloodlust for long. He was well aware that if he'd ever reached his breaking point, it would be too late for him, and he would ultimately end up doing the very thing he vowed to Hinata, and to himself, that he would never do.
But if he takes up Hinata's offer….
Instantly, he shook his head, perceiving the interest in taking up Hinata's offer and consuming her blood as a result of the darkness that lurked inside of him, convincing him that it was a good idea.
No, he must not. He must resist.
But Naruto's thoughts were interrupted when he heard Hinata's voice again.
With a deep breath, Hinata raised her left wrist, presenting it to Naruto.
She spoke softly, her voice laced with reassurance, "H-How about we start small, Naruto-kun?"
Naruto's attention snapped to Hinata's raised wrist in a single motion, his eyes shifting to a deep crimson.
The rhythmic thud of her pulse resonated clearly in his ears, emanating from the exposed spot in front of his face. He noticed the delicate arc of her wrist, the graceful contours leading to where her veins branched out beneath her skin, like a network of azure rivers.
Naruto's senses sharpened as he focused on Hinata's wrist, acutely aware of the life pulsing beneath her skin.
Hinata smiled, "J-Just feed from here. You won't hurt me. I trust you, Naruto-kun." She attempted to convince once more.
Naruto's heart pounded in his chest, torn between fear and longing. He looked back at Hinata, her eyes filled with trust and an earnest desire to help him. It was overwhelming, the weight of the moment, the gravity of what she was offering.
Hinata's words struck a chord deep within Naruto, evoking a complex mix of gratitude and apprehension. He grappled with the vulnerability that accompanied accepting her selfless offer.
But, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He could no longer ignore the searing hunger that gnawed at him, tearing at his insides, nor could he suppress his own desires to quell that ache. Hinata's willingness only intensified his struggle.
Inhaling deeply, Naruto inevitably succumbed to the relentless tug-of-war within him, surrendering to his desires, his fears, and Hinata's earnest pleas.
He lost.
The battle was over, and he acknowledged his defeat, his voice trembling as he did so, "Hinata-chan, I... I'll try. I'll try to start small, like you said."
Hinata's gaze softened as Naruto finally relented, embracing her offer and allowing her to assist him.
She leaned in further, gently guiding her wrist closer to his lips. Her heart pounded with a mixture of fear and hope, "G-Go on, take as much as you need. It's okay."
Naruto's gaze lay fixed on Hinata's wrist, his body trembling with anticipation. After a deep breath, he released the restraints that had held him back, disregarding the internal protests urging him to resist. He yielded to the call of his bloodlust, committing fully to Hinata's audacious plan.
Summoning another breath, he delicately positioned his hand to grasp and pull her wrist forward, his calloused fingers tracing its contours ever so slowly. His attention remained fixed on the delicate network of blue veins beneath her skin, his lips brushing tenderly against her. The sensation was electric, and he could discern the rhythmic pulse of her blood beneath.
A brief pause ensued, during which he met her gaze, conveying a silent message of readiness.
Hinata quickly noticed his eyes had transformed from a familiar blue to an unearthly crimson, with narrowed predatory pupils. Their mesmerizing depth resembled molten rubies against his tan complexion, emanating an eerie glow.
In the dim light, his intense stare was both captivating and unsettling, revealing his powerful, ancient essence. Those slitted pupils of his hinted merely at predatory focus, a reminder of the primal instincts lurking within him.
Hinata and Naruto locked gazes, bringing an undeniable shift—an amalgamation of danger and vulnerability. It was a testament to the supernatural forces within him, a striking contrast to the jolly vampire she knew.
He breathed deep, "Well, here goes. But please keep in mind, if there comes a point where it seems like I can't stop or it gets too much, don't hesitate to scream, push me away, or even give me a good whack if you need to-"
"Naruto-kun," Hinata chastised, "just feed."
"Alright, alright." Naruto breathed, finally relinquishing his own fears, realizing they were the only things holding him back. Hinata wasn't afraid, and neither should he.
He needed to trust her, and trust himself.
And so, he leaned down, parting his mouth wide so that his fangs could extend and ultimately pierce her skin.
As his fangs punctured Hinata's wrist, they slid through her flesh with surprising ease, seeking out the first delicate network of veins, eager to access her blood encased within them. At first, Hinata felt a sharp sting, her body instinctively tensing, and her eyes watering.
She reached up with one hand to cover her mouth, to suppress any cries or whimpers that threatened to escape.
Naruto's lips moved with increasing vigor against her wrist, his fangs leaving multiple puncture wounds on her skin. And almost instantly, Hinata could actually feel her blood being drawn out, slowly slipping away.
With each suck, she could feel the warmth of her own life force slipping out of her, traveling into Naruto's eager mouth. The sensation was both thrilling and surreal, the physical connection between them intensifying as the seconds ticked by.
Hinata's heart raced as she observed the crimson hunger in Naruto's eyes and the euphoria that clouded his gaze.
Her eyes widened.
This was a side of Naruto she had never seen before, a look solely reserved for when he surrendered to his vampiric cravings entirely.
Actually, now that she thinks about it, this was also her very first time witnessing him feed, and she certainly felt happy that she could offer him something irreplaceable and precious: her blood.
It was a special moment, not just for him but for her as well.
Hinata watched as Naruto's eyes rolled back and as he emitted low moans, his body swaying uncontrollably in a rhythmic motion as he consumed her blood, quelling his urges beyond the relief of simple blood bags.
For Naruto, the taste of his human lover was beyond anything he could have ever imagined.
Hinata's blood was a revelation, an elixir of life that coursed with a sweetness that touched every corner of his senses. It was an intimate connection, a merging of their essences that transcended the physical.
As he drank, the warmth of her blood flooded into his mouth like a nonstop stream, carrying a sweet, almost intoxicating flavor. It coursed through him, invigorating and comforting, like a vibrant life force.
And gradually, a curious blend of sensations began to unfurl within Hinata as well, mingling with the fading remnants of pain.
A pleasurable sensation began to emerge.
It was a subtle warmth as it unfurled from the point of contact, accompanied by a gentle tingling that seemed to dance along her skin. It was an unexpected concoction of pleasure, unlike anything she had experienced before.
The private area between her thighs seemed to respond in relation, blossoming with euphoria. A tingling sensation that both startled and flustered her ignited down there, causing her to press her thighs tightly together.
She began to breathe deeply, her lavender eyes hooded.
"N-Naruto-kun~" She breathed out his name in an embarrassing moan, a sound she had never made before. It just... slipped from her lips, leaving her cheeks flushed.
Yet, it was this very sound that prompted Naruto to withdraw, forcing himself away from her arm, putting an end to his feeding. He had been attuned to her heartbeat as he fed, monitoring its rhythm as it shifted from its normal pace to a slower, dangerous one.
It might have been instinctive, but he knew precisely when to cease feeding and move away.
Pulling away from Hinata's wrist, Naruto was left breathless and utterly awestruck. His gaze was fixated on the ceiling through the parting strands of his blonde, disheveled hair, immersed in a euphoric trance, thoroughly intoxicated by the taste of Hinata's blood.
His senses were ablaze, his mind reeling from the intensity of such a new… experience. The taste of Hinata's blood lingered on his tongue, sweet and rich, a substance of pure perfection.
He swiped his tongue across his blood-stained lips several times to taste Hinata's essence again, and again. But each motion ignited a surge of adrenaline, a powerful rush coursing through his veins.
He felt an infusion of vitality, revitalizing his entire being. It was as though a newfound energy had been infused into him, invigorating his body and mind.
His bloodlust subsided almost entirely, the inner ache within him muffled.
The profound connection he had just shared with Hinata left him in a state of wonder. He couldn't believe what just happened.
Hinata's plan worked.
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Chapter 17: ❦When Night Comes #Pt. 2❦
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When Night Comes
Naruto's crimson-slitted eyes held a mixture of gratitude and astonishment as he slowly gazed back at Hinata. The gravity of what they had just shared was not lost on him, and he knew, deep down, that this very moment would forever be etched in his memory. Never forgotten.
Hinata's breaths came in rapid gasps, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her composure. She fixed her gaze on Naruto only to find his own fixated on her wrist, where two gaping holes now marred her skin, blood slowly trickling from the punctures.
Naruto's breath hitched as he observed Hinata's blood oozing from the bite wounds he left her, a sight that fascinated him to no end. The twin marks on her wrist acted as a conduit, allowing her crimson blood to pass through, seemingly endlessly.
Such a sight was like an unending stream of ambrosia to Naruto's eyes, rekindling a surge of excitement within him that was bordered on dangerous.
Hinata noticed Naruto's state, and delicately covered her wounds with her hand, concealing them from Naruto's view. But she couldn't help but wince due to the soreness that emanated from her injuries.
Naruto's eyebrows furrowed, and he reached out for her aid, gently tracing his fingers over the hand that covered the wound, the wound he afflicted on her.
He whimpered, panicked flooding back, "Are you okay, Hinata-chan? Does it hurt?" His lips quivered, now clouded with guilt.
"I'm so sor-"
"I'm fine, my love," Hinata reassured, "It only hurt a little at first, but then..." She trailed off with flushed cheeks, and a bite of her lip.
Naruto's eyebrows rose.
He knew what that meant.
Naruto knew the unspoken words Hinata wished not to say, now realizing the true emotions she felt as he fed on her.
It was such a relief.
Naruto licked his lips, still trying desperately to catch his breath, "We really…just did that... I can't believe-"
"Yes, we did, Naruto-kun," Hinata affirmed, "I helped you, and you trusted me, and look," She beamed, "I'm okay. You're in control, Naruto-kun. You always have been."
Naruto gasped, overwhelmed with gratitude to the point of tears, not only for the ingenious plan that Hinata had devised but also for her willingness to make such a profound sacrifice.
Her plan was a testament to her faith and trust in him, and just as she said, she was perfectly fine. He didn't harm her despite the poisonous thoughts that persisted in his mind, convincing him he would do so otherwise.
The blonde vampire marveled, "Kami, what did I do to deserve you?"
"You saved me, Naruto-kun." Hinata spoke with a radiant smile that left Naruto breathless, "You went against your very nature, and you saved me. That's why we're together, after all."
Naruto's breath caught, and he leaned in, reaching his hand forth to cradle the back of her head, "Oh love, and I would save you again, and again, and again." He whispered, their breaths mingling in their closeness, "Without fail and without hesitation."
Hinata boldly moved closer, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth. She released it with a moan, "Same as I."
Naruto, now officially aroused, moaned, "Mmm, I love you, Hinata-chan; forever and always."
"And I love you, Naruto-kun, for as long as I live."
It was then their lips finally met, a long-awaited kiss that finally bridged the gap between them, inviting a surge of emotions to flood through both Naruto and Hinata, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.
For Naruto, the kiss was a culmination of the feelings he had been harboring, a release of the tension and worry that had once consumed him. It was a confirmation of the trust and intimacy they had built together, a tangible proof of the deep connection he was building with Hinata.
Hinata, too, felt a rush of emotions flood her senses, as she moved her lips against his own with a fervor, tilting her head in accordance with Naruto's to deepen the kiss as much as possible.
She let forth a whimper, as she acquired a taste of the lingering remnants of her own blood on Naruto's tongue, a sensation both strange and intimate. The metallic tang of it, coupled with a strange sweetness, instilled odd sensations in her that she could not begin to describe.
As they kissed, Hinata could also feel Naruto's razor-sharp fangs lightly grazing her lips and tongue, serving as a powerful reminder of their formidable presence concealed behind his lips. Each delicate touch of his fangs evoked a blend of desire and a hint of danger, merely stirring up the hormones within her further.
In that moment, their connection surpassed words or deeds, a bond born of trust, sacrifice, and shared vulnerabilities. Naruto's kiss held an unspoken promise of unwavering devotion for the woman who had been his lifeline in his darkest hour.
And their moment of intimacy only increased as Naruto's supernatural emotions grew, spiraling in a need to repay Hinata as much as he could, to kiss every last inch of her, to fulfill her with sentiments of pleasure and satisfaction his body now felt.
Breaking the kiss momentarily, Naruto trailed his lips along the right side of her neck, his fingers quickly gripping her robe.
He gently tugged at the fabric, unveiling a sight of Hinata dressed in an ethereal white lace lingerie, akin to a blossoming garden of flowers. The sight from his current angle ignited a primal hunger within him, awakening the beast that resided in between his legs.
Naruto knew that he should stop.
He was aware of Hinata's innocence, her untouched soul, and foresaw the uncharted territory that lay before her. Her naivety was a fragile treasure, a territory he yearned to navigate and claim.
Naruto couldn't suppress his desires, the overwhelming urge to introduce her personally to a realm of pleasure she had yet to explore, to guide her through a world she had not yet come to know. His desire to take her completely was undeniable, and he couldn't resist the temptation.
Thus, Naruto defied his own reservations, lowering her lavender robe further, a cascade of silk against her porcelain skin. The sensation triggered a symphony of new feelings for Hinata, mingling with the tender kisses he bestowed upon her neck, like delicate butterfly wings fluttering against her flesh.
"N-Naruto-kun, ooh, that feels s-so good."
Hinata's breathy voice escaped in a soft murmur, her words an admission of the pleasure coursing through her. Naruto's keen senses easily caught her delicate confession.
A smirk played on Naruto's lips as he continued to lavish affection on her skin. His calloused hand continued to explore her quivering body, sliding down every curve of her till he reached the spot Hinata had concealed, which had a strong aroma of arousal that he could not bring himself to ignore.
Hinata's thighs quivered, the tension holding them together almost palpable. With careful tenderness, Naruto eased his hand between the crack of her closed legs, nestling in the welcoming warmth that awaited him.
Hinata's body responded instantly, a shiver running down her spine as Naruto's touch sent jolts of pleasure through her.
"N-Naruto-kun, wh-wha-?"
The young woman attempted to express her surprise, but Naruto hushed her gently, encouraging her to embrace the moment.
"Shh, don't be afraid, my love. I only wish to repay you for everything you've done. I want to explore all that you are, to cherish you, to feel you, to kiss you…"
He followed his words with a kiss along her clavicle, eliciting another shudder from her.
"You still trust me," He murmured, "yes?"
Hinata nodded, her gaze locked on her vampire boyfriend, "I do, Naruto-kun, more than anyone in this world," She confessed in a whisper. A part of her, indeed, yearned to venture further, despite the uncertainty of this new intimacy. She wanted Naruto to be her guide, to lead her through it all, to explore this moment with him and only him.
Of course, she couldn't deny him, even if she tried.
Naruto's voice was a soothing caress against her skin, and his promise held the weight of gold, guaranteeing exploration, tender kisses, and an intimacy that would leave no part of her untouched.
Yes, she has come to want that more than anything.
Hinata yearned for the depth of Naruto's affection, the warmth of his embrace, and the reassuring touch of his hands, each caress a promise of the love that she desired so fervently.
She wanted him.
With each kiss he pressed onto her neck, Naruto's affectionate gestures began to grow more commanding, stirring Hinata's senses in a frenzy. Her body shuddered in response, the intensity of their connection resonating through her.
Meanwhile, his hand, cool and large in size, found its place between her trembling thighs, his touch both gentle and assertive. The contrast between their temperatures created a thrilling sensation, heightening the pleasurable jolts that pulsed within them.
Hinata's glossy gaze lowered to meet his hand below, marveling at its strength and size, captivated by its veiny contours.
"Relax, my love," Naruto entreated, his voice a soothing melody.
"Open yourself to me."
Hinata watched in a breathless fit as his large hand moved sensually, using a fraction of his supernatural strength to part her trembling thighs completely.
Hinata blushed with a blend of desire and embarrassment as Naruto's hands ventured into the unfamiliar territory of her body. The novelty, both, intrigued and overwhelmed her, making her lose control over her own body, surrendering to the enticing dance of his hands and words.
"Oh, N-N-Naruto-kun…"
"Mmm, that's it, my love." Naruto's voice murmured in a soothing cadence, tenderly praising her for her willingness to open up and let him in, words that made her feel so good.
With a gentle touch, he guided her thighs to gradually widen, her legs extending gracefully over the edge of the bed. He proceeded to gently curve his hand under the arch of her right leg, repositioning it over his own, letting it descend along his seated form.
And now, her intimate area, adorned in dainty white lace panties with an endearing bow, was revealed before his eyes. The revealing sight was undeniably alluring to Naruto, but what truly enraptured him was the scent of Hinata's arousal that emanated the instant her legs opened.
His keen nose instantly detected an irresistibly tantalizing scent wafting from between her spread legs, permeating the room and overpowering his senses completely.
For a brief moment, he experienced a fleeting sensation of dizziness, as his eyes fluttered to the back of his head, his breath hitched, his mouth watered, all due to catching a good whiff of Hinata's sweet arousal for the very first time.
Her arousal was strong, more so now that he had been granted a glimpse into its depths, ready to explore its secrets.
Naruto's fingers tingled with anticipation as he traced them along Hinata's supple thighs, venturing toward the heated, slick center nestled between them. A telltale trail of her essence left a subtle mark on her underwear, an affirmation of her heightened desire.
He purred, his voice a tender stroke, "Well, would you look at that. You're so wet, your panties are practically soaked. Heh, it seems like you're enjoying this quite a bit, princess." Naruto chuckled, "I'd say that's a wonderful sign."
"Naruto-kun," Hinata began to squirm, her voice quivering with a mix of embarrassment and desire, "please... d-don't tease."
"It's okay, my love." Naruto reassured, "Here, look."
Naruto's hand slid sensually around the delicate curve of Hinata's right wrist. Gently, he drew her arm away from the bed, guiding her hand to rest against the front of his crotch.
Hinata's fingertips instantly encountered a firm bulge, the pulsing and twitching of his manhood unmistakable. Naruto's member was rock hard, pressing against the fabric of his jeans, its elevated shape clearly evident through the zipper, as if reaching for her; beckoning her touch.
The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, completely different from the warmth and softness she was familiar with between her thighs, a marked difference from her womanhood which never took on such a pointy form.
'So this is Naruto-kun's...' Hinata's mind hesitated to complete the thought, and she blushed, letting out an embarrassed squeak, withdrawing her hand from Naruto’s member.
Naruto, however, caught her hand, gently holding it close.
Their eyes met again, and Naruto's crimson gaze held a dreamy intensity, a look that made Hinata melt. He snickered, "Aww, don't be shy, love. You felt me, didn't you?" Naruto asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"See? I'm just as excited as you." Naruto admitted, "Your excitement is natural, love, it's a sign that you're ready to mate."
"M-Mate?"
Naruto nodded, his smile warm. There was so much Hinata needed to know…
and yet so little time.
Naruto, his crimson eyes shimmering with ancient wisdom, looked upon Hinata, sensing her uncertainty and the tumultuous sea of emotions she currently grappled with.
He recognized her inexperience, acknowledging her cluelessness about the profound connection that was beginning to take shape between them.
He reached out to gently touch her cheek, his fingers cool against her skin, "Mating is like an invisible thread that weaves our souls together. It's the fusion of two beings—vampires, or in our unique case, a vampire and a human—melding together; my essence entwining with yours, and your essence entwining with mine." Naruto's fingers gently brushed up, sweeping Hinata's disheveled hair behind her ear.
"But, mating is more than just physical union of intimacy, Hinata-chan." Naruto conveyed, his demeanor grave, "Mating holds profound significance, resonating with multiple layers of meaning, acknowledged by the very universe itself. It can be a promise, an enduring pact transcending time."
Naruto continued, his voice filled with a sense of awe, "What's happening between us, Hinata-chan, is a call for something greater. It's a path toward eternal unity, where mind, body, and soul unite as one. But remember, this choice is not to be taken lightly. Once made, it's totally irreversible, princess."
He offered her a subtle smile, and within his eyes, she found a profound depth resembling the vast cosmos, "Once mated, you will then carry the virtues of my supernatural existence—my strength, heightened senses, and agility—as a symbol of my commitment to always protect you," Naruto revealed, causing Hinata's heart to race and her mind to whirl.
Hinata gawked, mouth dropping wide. She could not believe what she was hearing.
"W-What? I'll have powers?!?" Hinata practically screeched, "Y-Your powers?"
Naruto chuckled at Hinata's adorable response, playfully shrugging, "Well, in a way, princess. You'll become more than just a human. But there's more to it; you'll also bear my mark, and you'll belong to me for as long as you live."
"Y-Your mark?"
"Yes. Marking, Hinata-chan, is a sacred tradition among our kind. It's the marking, a physical representation of our eternal bond. When I place my mark on you, when I bite you," Naruto emphasized, "it's a promise, a testament to our connection that will endure as long as we both live."
He gently caressed the top of her head, to relax her, his touch gentle yet purposeful, "Once I bestow my mark upon you, it becomes a symbol of protection, a pledge that I will forever be at your side, even in the darkest of moments." He explained, "But my mark will also serve as a shield against other vampires. It guarantees that no one can take you from me, lay a hand on you, or cause you any harm."
Naruto's gaze brimmed with fervor as he carried on, his eyes fixed on Hinata the whole while, "However," He cautioned, "please understand that bearing my mark and my power carries a great responsibility, Hinata-chan. This mark symbolizes the trust we have in each other. It's a constant reminder that we are the pillars of each other's strength, partners through both times of happiness and times of trial."
He inhaled deeply, his voice laden with determination, "Hinata-chan, it's important that you grasp that once my mark is placed on you, it's permanent. This is an unchangeable commitment, regardless of any circumstances."
Naruto paused, locking eyes with his lover, clearly witnessing her attempt to absorb the weight of the information he just gave her, a mixture of curiosity and overwhelm in her expression.
"I need to be certain," He said, seeking his human lover’s consent, "Are you absolutely sure about this? Are you ready to be my mate, my love?"
Throughout the entire time, Naruto discussed the significance of the mating, Hinata's heart quickened faster and faster, her lavender eyes fixed on his crimson gaze. Her mind raced to process the weight of his words, trying to grasp the gravity of what was about to transpire.
She felt a mixture of awe, trepidation, and a strange sense of comfort with all the information that was given to her. Awe at the depth of the bond they were forming, trepidation at the unknown territory they were entering, and comfort in the trust she had in Naruto.
Her gaze flickered to his lowered hand, noticing the tenderness in his touch. She knew Naruto wouldn't ask this of her lightly. As he said, mating was a sacred tradition, a gesture that carried profound meaning among vampires.
So, she should really think long and hard about this.
Once again, Naruto's words echoed in her mind, and she carefully pondered each one, contemplating their implications for their future. Hinata couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth as she remembered Naruto's promise to stand by her side and protect her. It was an assurance of unwavering support, something she had yearned for deeply.
Yet, there was also a lingering sense of uncertainty. This was uncharted territory for her, a step into a world she hadn't fully comprehended. The idea of an irreversible commitment weighed heavily on her, one that garnered eternal bonding and effects of supernatural powers beyond her understanding.
But she knew, deep down, that Naruto would not propose anything to her that would hurt her, or trap her given he asked for her permission and explained the eternity of the mating process to her.
She trusts him.
She loves him, and wishes to always be with him.
She was ready; ready to take this leap with him.
Naruto held his breath while Hinata sat in thought, trying to come up with her decision. He watched her as he did so, trying his best to decipher her facial expressions, but it was no use.
He wasn't sure what was going through her mind, but he hoped he didn't overwhelm her or convince her to commit to something she wasn't ready for.
He began to feel a little guilty for suddenly suggesting something so profound to her. He should give her more time think.
Naruto nervously nibbled on his lip, his voice wavering, "Y-You don't have to decide now. Actually, you don't have to do this at all, Hinata-chan. It's absolutely fine. I'll understand-"
"No, Naruto-kun." Hinata interjected, bringing Naruto's words to an abrupt halt.
She inhaled deeply, locking eyes with him again, her voice unwavering yet brimming with heartfelt emotion, "I love you, Naruto Uzumaki. I love every part of you, the good parts and even the scary parts, therefore, I am more than prepared for this. I yearn for this, just as much as you. I yearn to be inseparably linked to you, to engage in this union, and to proudly bear your mark." She confessed, her hand trembling slightly as it reached out to intertwine with his, inviting him into her world completely.
She nodded, a final nod, "So, yes, I am ready." Hinata replied, delivering her ultimate response to Naruto with a voice that conveyed both determination and trust.
Naruto's eyes widened in shock, to the extent that he feared they might pop from their very sockets. Hinata's words stirred a profound sense of gratitude and affection in his heart, so much so that a tear slipped down his cheek.
He gazed at Hinata in awe, overwhelmed by the depth of her willingness to take this step with him. She was more than he could have ever hoped for, a perfect match in every way. And at times, he still wonders how did he become so fortunate to get to witness, let alone be loved by a human so perfect.
Each time Hinata manages to catch Naruto off guard, it only serves to deepen his astonishment at the profound extent of her love. There were even instances when he doubted whether he truly deserves her affection, merely seeing himself through the lens of his vampiric nature—a side he views as monstrous.
However, Hinata has an uncanny ability to dispel these self-doubts within him. Through her unwavering devotion and acceptance, she always seems to successfully impel Naruto to see himself as deserving of love, deserving of a happy existence, and undeniably worthy of a lover, no, a mate as exceptional as she is.
The blonde vampire, overwhelmed by happiness, gently squeezed her hand, accepting her answer with open arms, "Thank you, Hinata-chan," He whispered, his voice filled with reverence, "I promise you, this night will be one you'll cherish forever. You won't regret it."
Naruto's touch was tender as he gently squeezed Hinata's hand, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of devotion and promise. But as much as he yearned to delve further into this newfound connection of theirs, he was acutely aware of the importance of consent.
He respected Hinata's boundaries and understood the significance of ensuring she felt safe and comfortable at all times. So, he paused, meeting her gaze with a gentle yet fervent intensity, silently seeking her approval before venturing any further.
He leaned in, his voice a soothing caress against her ear.
"And now, are you ready for me to explore further?" With his other hand, he gave her lower area, the place her thighs no longer concealed, a brush with his fingers, "Explore here?" Naruto spoke in a hushed tone, hoping to ensure that Hinata was in agreement with him.
He observed as Hinata released a gentle sigh, a tingle coursing through her lower body and up her spine as Naruto's fingers made contact with the fabric covering her womanhood.
"Hinata-chan, before we begin, I want to ensure you're completely comfortable," Naruto murmured, his breath warm against her skin, "I need to prepare you, so that this experience is nothing but beautiful for you."
He gazed into her eyes, seeking confirmation, "So, what do you say?" He inquired, his tone laced with both care and concern. This time, Hinata didn't hesitate; she nodded, a gentle smile adorning her lips.
"Yes, Naruto-kun, I want you to explore me; all of me."
With Hinata's wholehearted consent, Naruto officially felt safe to go the entire onward, now allowed to take their intimacy to the next level. Those words from his human lover were all Naruto needed to hear, giving him the assurance he needed to create the beautiful night she truly deserved.
"All right then. Brace yourself, princess."
With a determined nod, Naruto succumbed to the desires that had been gnawing at him, putting a stop to the occasional rubbing he produced to Hinata's slit.
Instead, he lifted his hand, and before Hinata could draw a breath, he slipped it inside the fabric of her panties, delving deep within until he was fully immersed in her warmth.
Hinata's breath caught as she immediately felt Naruto's cool knuckles graze the most sensitive part of her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her trembling legs. His fingers were thick and large, and a single touch to her womanhood ignited a response in her body like never before, an intensity that commanded her full attention.
Naruto observed her closely as he explored the uncharted territory of her virgin womanhood, a place that was both moist and intensely warm. With a single touch, he felt her arousal moistening and coating his fingertips, a trail of her desire sliding down his broad fingers.
Naruto released a quivering breath, savoring the significant moment where he could intimately touch Hinata, providing her with the pleasure she rightfully deserved.
Naruto was aware that Hinata was a virgin, and her womanhood had never experienced the touch, sight, or satisfaction from a man. He knew that one touch along her womanhood's delicate folds ignited sensations that triggered intense pleasure for Hinata, an experience she was unaccustomed to.
However, by the end of the night, Naruto vowed that Hinata would revel in that pleasure again and again, until she’s become intimately familiar with it and even, find herself yearning for more.
With determination, he advanced, employing a few of his fingers to apply gentle pressure to her delicate bud.
Hinata quivered in response to his touch, and as he continued, he skillfully manipulated the cluster of nerves in a circular motion. He rolled her clitoris back and forth with a steady, rhythmical movement, his knuckles grazing against her panties, which clung tightly to the back of his hand, their connection concealed yet discernible through the fabric.
Naruto hummed in Hinata's ear, his eyes trailing her face and witnessing her gaping lips, and hooded eyes. Her legs trembled against him, twitching sporadically.
The sensation coursed through her body was like an electric current, starting as a delicate spark and intensifying into a vibrant surge of pleasure. Every nerve within her seemed to come alive as a tingling warmth washed over her, leaving her breathless and spellbound.
It was a symphony of sensation, like a delicate dance of fireworks in the night sky, captivating her senses and causing her to lose herself in the overwhelming waves of ecstasy. In that moment, she felt alive, awakened to a newfound world of pleasure and desire that she had never known before.
It left her breathless, craving for more.
Hinata, her breath coming in heated gasps, instinctively started to grind her pelvis against his fingers moving within her panties. Her desire was clear–she craved more of his touch and wanted him to explore her further.
"Yes, please d-don't stop, Naruto-kun. It feels so good when y-you touch me like that."
Naruto chuckled, absolutely loving the sound of Hinata’s needy moans. He decided to go a little further.
"Oh, that's wonderful, my love, keep talking to me." He breathed, "Tell me how good you feel when I stroke your pretty, virgin pussy. Don't be shy, tell me everything, Hinata-chan." He whispered hotly by her ear, leaning his head against her own.
He looked down, turning his fingers just enough so that his thumb remained in contact with her lovebud, rocking the bud in circles while his other fingers descended along her warm, pink pussy, all the way to her opening.
He gently circled her vigrin hole with his middle finger, making sure to be delicate when dealing with her lower area. He was fully aware that she had never experienced penetration, that nothing had ever breached the entrance of her womanhood to explore her inner depths.
He decided to show her what it was like.
Naruto chose to offer Hinata a brief glimpse of what it felt like to be penetrated by sliding the tip of his finger into her entrance each time he completed his circular motion around the rim of her womanhood.
Each time, he gradually inserted his finger further and further, until he succeeded in maneuvering his entire digit inside her, enveloping himself within her warm, inviting core.
For Hinata, who had never experienced such fullness during intimacy before, the sensations felt both overwhelming and transformative. Each time Naruto's finger pushed through the keyhole of her womanhood, her body responded in a way that felt entirely new but exhilarating.
At first, due to the emergence of his entire finger inside her she experienced a sharp pain, followed by a surge of warmth and an almost overwhelming sense of fullness that emanated from deep within her core. It was a sensation of anticipation, like the soft hum of energy right before a storm. Her heartbeat quickened, echoing the rush of emotions and the growing intensity of the moment.
With each of Naruto's finger movements—his careful wiggling, the tantalizing graze along her snug walls, and even his measured thrusting within her—Hinata's breath caught repeatedly. At first, she grappled with a mix of discomfort, experiencing waves of both pain and fullness that greeted her. However, Naruto maintained a consistent rhythm, a gentle back-and-forth motion that Hinata was gradually becoming more accustomed to.
However, it wasn't until he delved his finger deeper, subtly angling it to target a specific spot within her, that she experienced an intense rush of pleasure. It was so powerful that it sent aching waves through her stomach.
"Naruto-kun! Oh kami, yes!" She moaned breathlessly, her toes curling.
"There, huh?" Naruto whispered hotly by her ear.
He quickened the pace of his movements, plunging his finger in and out of her womanhood with increased vigor. He paid close attention to Hinata's body language, observing the subtle shifts of it over time.
He noticed her inner walls gradually relaxing around this finger, accompanied by an escalation in the intensity of her moans. His keen ears detected the moist sounds of her love juices, creating a wet symphony against his hand and further soaking her panties.
"Oh, you enjoy this, don't you, princess?" Naruto's voice turned husky with desire, his lips brushing against her neck once more.
"Tell me, Hinata-chan, how does it feel to have just a taste of me inside you, hmm?"
"It's amazing~" Hinata didn't hesitate to respond, her voice a soft mewl. Her head tilted back, her glossy eyes fixed on her ceiling, "Oh, kami, it feels incredible, Naruto-kun. I can h-hardly think st-straight."
Hinata felt her lower muscles begin to tighten, not out of discomfort but in response to the sensations coursing through her body. It was a blend of tension and relaxation, a paradox of feeling both completely in control and utterly surrendered to the moment.
She now stood at the threshold of a new reality, where the gates to a different world lay wide open. It was like stepping into a realm of heightened sensations, where every touch felt electrifying, every whisper was like a promise, and every breath carried the weight of desire.
Naruto's indirect promise to rock her world was fulfilled with every passing moment, with every thrust of his finger deep inside of her, and every rub of her love bud. It was a slow crescendo of pleasure, an ascent to a peak she's never experienced before. Her body responded to this newfound intimacy with an outpouring of emotions and sensations, and she's carried away by a wave of pleasure that left her breathless and yearning for more.
He moaned softly, "Let's see if you can handle two of my fingers, hm?" He whispered with a gentle groan, pushing through the intense tightness of her heated core, his digits maneuvering through the snug chambers of her inner muscles.
He gritted his teeth, "Damn, you're so tight, Hinata-chan, so tight."
As Naruto’s second finger joined in, Hinata was swept away in a storm of sensations—the newfound fullness, the gentle caress against her sensitive bud, and Naruto's tender kisses along her neck, all sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her virgin body.
The intensity merely seem to build even further the very moment Naruto decided to add and thrust another finger inside of her. The sheer magnitude of it all left her speechless, her breath quickening even further, and her stomach tightening in response.
Her senses were on high alert, every nerve tingling with heightened sensitivity. Her lavender eyes, usually so expressive, now held a glimmer of astonishment and awe, drenched in tears. Her legs trembled, her toes curling within themselves as an helpless expression of ecstasy.
Her lips, which would usually form words of endearment or sighs of pleasure, were now parted in a silent gasp, breathless and unable to form coherent words. It was a wordless testament to the intensity of Naruto and Hinata’s intimate connection, a language only understood by the two of them.
In that moment, her mind was entirely consumed by the electrifying dance of pleasure. She surrendered to the intoxicating sensations Naruto expertly, tenderly, and passionately bestowed upon her. The world around her dissolved into a blur, the still image of her bedroom fading away, as her vision narrowed to a tunnel, fixated solely on the fingers exploring her beneath her panties, on Naruto's lips, on him.
In that moment, Hinata's body became a canvas for the symphony of pleasure, each brushstroke a caress, each note a sigh. She was lost in a sea of sensation, riding the waves of pleasure to uncharted depths. It was a profound experience, one that left her breathless, speechless, and utterly immersed in the ecstasy of the moment.
Naruto reveled in it all, a spectacular display that fulfilled all of his desires.
Hinata's soft murmurs and delicate moans were like sweet melodies to Naruto's ears, each one a testament to the pleasure she was experiencing. He found them utterly endearing, a symphony of vulnerability and desire that stirred something deep within him. Her responses were a vivid reflection of the effect their intimacy had on her body.
And all the way, he continued his kisses along her neck. Naruto's lips grazed along the sensitive skin of Hinata's neck, his breath warm against her flesh. He trailed a path of delicate kisses, each one sending a shiver down her spine. As he moved, his tongue flicked out in a tantalizing caress, eliciting a soft gasp from Hinata.
His fangs gently grazed the tender skin just below her earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity through her. It was a mixture of pleasure and a hint of danger, an intimate dance between predator and prey. He didn't pierce the skin, but the pressure of his fangs against her neck made her squirm.
Naruto's mouth moved lower, his lips and teeth exploring the curve of her neck. He found himself falling in love with a certain spot just above her collarbone, a sensitive area that made Hinata's breath hitch.
His lips sucked that spot, fangs pressing against her skin, a gentle but insistent pressure that sent a thrill of anticipation through her.
In that moment, they were completely entangled in each other, succumbing to the desires that beckoned them, calling their bodies to fulfill.
Gradually, Naruto increased the pace of his fingers, sensing Hinata's inner walls yielding, becoming more receptive to his fingers. Instead of resistance, they now welcomed him, pulling him in further, urging him to delve deeper into the depths of her womanhood.
His fingertips penetrated her nice and deep, stimulating those sensitive spots that sent her into convulsions, causing her to spasm against his body and writhe her pelvis along his hand.
Naruto groaned, his eyes fixated on her neck.
Hinata's neck was tantalizingly close to his face, extended and exposed, granting him full access. He had been teasing and kissing it for a while, but his gaze was now filled with a predatory hunger, heightened by the rhythmic throb of her pulse, which only fueled his excitement.
He couldn't hold back anymore.
Naruto's restraint, once firm and controlled, once again teetered on the edge of unraveling. He initially held himself back, acutely aware of Hinata's vulnerability and need to proceed with care. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw not just trust, but an unspoken plea for him to let go, to allow the full force of their intimacy to wash over them.
He couldn't take it.
In that moment, something shifted within him. The desire to please, to give Hinata every ounce of pleasure she deserves, surged to the forefront. He could no longer deny the intensity of their connection, the magnetic pull that drew them together. It was his breaking point, a decision made in the heat of the moment, fueled by a passion that's been smoldering him for the longest of times.
With a newfound determination, Naruto's touch became more purposeful, his kisses more deliberate. He navigated the insides of Hinata's body with a sense of confidence, seeking out every sensitive spot that elicits a gasp or a shiver from her. He grew fully attuned to her every response, each whispered sigh and tremble guiding his movements.
Not only so, he fell hypnotized by the race of her pulse. He found himself inching forward, toward her neck in a trance.
Taking a deep breath, he murmured, "I'm sorry, my love, but I can't resist one more taste." His growl accentuated his desire as he inched closer, the anticipation driving him. "Just one more taste," He whispered.
With that, he opened his mouth wide, revealing his razor-sharp canines once more. He then clamped down onto Hinata's neck, puncturing her delicate skin. Her blood, with its exquisite warmth and taste, filled his mouth once again, leaving his body yearning for more.
A crimson, metallic stream oozed down her pale neck from the tiny wounds Naruto created, as he indulged in the intoxicating flavor that is of his human lover's blood.
As soon as Naruto did so, delved his teeth inside her neck, and quickened the thrust of his fingers inside of her, Hinata truly felt like she lost all control over her body, witnessing stars pass her vision.
A passionate cry escaped her lips, her body quivering with an escalating intensity that surged through every fiber of her being.
With each tender suck Naruto gave her neck, every firm thrust of his fingers inside her, and each caress of her love bud, she felt such sensations draw her closer to something.
It felt like a building storm, a gathering force that pulsed through her veins, seeking release, desperate for release.
Hinata felt it all draw her closer to the precipice, where a rising tide of sensations threatened to consume her entirely.
It was both terrifying yet anticipating, all at the same time.
It was so unfamiliar, but relentless and powerful; showing her no mercy.
Her heart raced, its beats pounding in her ears like a primal drumroll, resonating with the tempest brewing within. Breaths came in rapid gasps now, her chest rising and falling in tandem with the mounting sensations.
Each of Naruto's movements, a symphony of teeth on her neck, tender strokes of her lovebud, and the thrusts of his fingers sent waves through her core, fueling the fire, igniting sparks of ecstasy that danced across her skin.
Hinata's senses heightened, her vision blurring into a haze. The world narrowed down to the heat, the touch, and the crescendo of pleasure building deep within her core. It was a delicious tension, a promise of release that hung in the air, both tantalizing and maddening in its intensity.
Beneath the excitement, Hinata felt a hint of trepidation. This was all new territory, both thrilling and frightening. She stood at the precipice of something monumental, a moment of vulnerability where she knew once she let go, there would be no turning back.
Hinata began to wiggle about, hyperventilating as panic took over her, "Ah! Ahh! Something's coming, Naruto-kun! I'm gonna-eek!"
She couldn't even finish her words as she was guided straight toward the singular point of ecstasy that Naruto was working her toward.
Her climax.
Her very first one.
It happened so fast.
A powerful surge of pleasure washed over her, an overwhelming and all-encompassing sensation that engulfs her like a whirlwind.
Hinata tossed her head back, arched her backside, her voice caught in her throat as an electrifying release coursed through her. It was as if every cell in her body ignited, an explosion of sensation that left her trembling and gasping for breath.
Reaching her climax, Hinata felt like she was on the brink of an emotional and physical eruption, a burst of ecstasy that defies description.
She felt like she was transported to a realm of pure sensation, a place where time and space lost all meaning, and she's left feeling both vulnerable and utterly alive.
It was a revelation, the peak of desires and emotions Naruto and Hinata both shared. It was a testament to their profound connection, an intimate dance that has finally reached a glorious climax.
At the end of it all, Hinata was left breathless, spent, and forever transformed by the intensity of this newfound ecstasy.
Yet, the night was far from finished.
She soon found her body, in a blink of an eye repositioned to lie down along her bed, her head placed upon her pillows. She was now a hyperventilating mess, spasming, and now with a new bite mark placed upon her neck, blood continuously dripping down her pale flesh.
As Naruto's vampiric frenzy coursed through him, fueled by the blood he had just consumed, his movements became a total blur.
With a feverish intensity, he assisted Hinata in shedding both of their clothes, his touch both firm and passionate. His lips and teeth, still glistening with the remnants of Hinata's blood, occasionally parted to allow his tongue to brush across them both, stuck in a tantalizing loop in tasting more of his lover's blood.
In the frenzied rush of movement, their garments were shed, leaving them both exposed and vulnerable to each other's eager gazes.
Naruto's chiseled form was completely unveiled, his muscular physique bathed in the soft glow of the room. Every sinew and curve of him gleamed with perfection, his muscles bulging.
His arousal was evident by his proudly erect manhood, which boasted an impressive length between his legs.
Hinata's eyes widened at the sight of it in its rawest form, no longer concealed, her mouth falling open in awe.
It wasn't just the size of her vampire's lover's manhood that amazed her, but also its perfectly tanned complexion, adorned with bulging blue veins and accompanied by two bulky testicles below.
Her breathed grew shaky, 'N-No way is that going to fit. No way!' She screeched in her head, growing a bit panicked.
Naruto's figure was like that of a sculpted angel, boasting an impressive eight-pack that accentuates his formidable strength. His muscles ripple with power, his veins underneath popping against his flesh, exuding an aura of exceptional physical prowess.
Under the moonlight, his tanned skin, caressed by the moon's glow, added a radiant allure. The interplay of light and shadow accentuated every contour of his form, and Hinata's lavender gaze roamed him freely.
And Naruto displayed his nude body with unwavering confidence, letting her observe the sight of him with a sexy smirk.
The young woman's chest heaved, her eyes descending down his chest. But her amazement soared to newer heights when she met eye to eye with a totally unseen detail on her vampire boyfriend.
She reached out, draping her fingers across the glowing mark he bore across his abdomen.
Her eyebrows creased.
In the tapestry of Naruto's vampiric essence, a seal of enigmatic glyphs unfolds across his taut abdomen, etched in dark ink that seems to writhe with a life of its own.
Spiral symbols that she's never seen before danced in a sinister ballet along his flesh, weaving a tale of immortal power. The seal's design was a testament to the dark mysticism that courses through Naruto's undead veins, a mark etched in blood and shadow, sealing secrets of untold power.
Hinata was in awe, as she traced each swirl and line along Naruto's sculpted abdomen, just below the highly impressive eight pack he adorned.
"Wow. Y-Y-You're just…so amazing, Naruto-kun."
Naruto smiled as he witnessed the awe in Hinata's eyes, a twinkle of innocent beauty that always seemed to warm his heart.
He pulled his hand down to clutch her own, caressing it, "Oh, princess, as much as I adore your compliment, I must say that you are far more amazing than I will ever be, Hinata-chan."
He lifted her fingers to his lips, pressing gentle kisses to each one, "Never forget that, but of course, if you do," He murmured, "I'll be here to remind you,"
With a final kiss on her thumb, he emphasized, "always."
In this very moment, pretenses fell away, revealing their vulnerable souls, an exhilarating and sacred experience for both beings.
Their gazes conveyed an unspoken understanding of an extraordinary, life-altering journey, just moments from beginning.
For Naruto, the sight of Hinata in her unadulterated state was nothing short of a revelation. She lay before him, a portrait of natural beauty, every curve and contour an affirmation to the grace and elegance that defined her. Her skin, like freshly fallen snow, seemed to exude a soft, inviting glow, casting an aura of warmth and vulnerability.
As he took the sight before him, Naruto couldn't help but be struck by the sheer artistry of her form. Her physique was a celebration of the female body, each line and curve a tribute to the wonders of nature. Her body held a delicate strength, a fusion of softness and resilience that spoke volumes about the woman she was.
Naruto's eyes traced the contours of Hinata's body, his gaze lingering on her chest, a voluptuous allure of creamy flesh which captivated him greatly, leading him to fall into a slight trance.
But by his heavy scrutiny of her body, Hinata's cheeks only grew redder and redder as embarrassment ultimately took over her.
She let out a squeak, moving her arms forth to cover her breasts, in an effort to block them from view.
"E-Eek!"
Quickly, however, Naruto intercepted, grasping her arms before she could even lift them from the bed, preventing her from concealing her breasts.
He pouted.
"Hinata-chan," He whispered tenderly, "don't hide. You're perfect, princess." He merely spoke, but those words held so much significance.
In that instant, Hinata experienced a flood of emotions, her eyes widening and her cheeks deepening in hue.
But even so, she found herself growing confident, allowing herself to be seen, fully and completely, knowing that in Naruto's eyes, she was cherished beyond measure.
She bit her lip, and slipped her arms from Naruto's hold to rest them beside her head, upon the pillows.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm just not used to-"
"I know." Naruto whispered.
He returned her act of bravery with a proud smile, "Ahh, see?" His gaze raced over the expanse of her fair breasts, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight that filtered through her bedroom window. The delicate hue of her areolas, a gentle and inviting shade of pink, encircled her nipples, which stood pert and taut in the cool night air.
Naruto’s smile widened, "Beautiful." He added, his words making Hinata feel like the most cherished woman in the world.
She smiled, her joy radiating from her like a warm, golden glow. Her eyes sparkled with an infectious happiness, their corners crinkling with the weight of her immense smile.
She was so appreciative to call the being above her lover.
Her eyes sparkled with gratitude, "Oh, thank you, Naruto-kun... now please." Hinata begged.
"K-Kiss me, Naruto-kun. B-Bite me."
Hinata's voice was a delicate plea, every word laced with desire. She was completely engrossed in the moment, her body surrendered to the sensations. It felt as if her lips moved on their own accord, expressing her most intimate longings.
Her response, however, caught Naruto off guard, causing his movements to momentarily pause. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, delighting in the vibrant blush that adorned Hinata's cheeks. Her lavender eyes were half-lidded, her expression one of intoxicated pleasure, completely lost in the throes of passion.
At the sight of him chuckling, however, it seemed to wake her up, and she let out a squeak, pushing her hands up to cover her eyes, "Oh kami, that's so embarrassing! I'm embarrassed, just forget I said that-"
"Where, princess?"
"N-Nani?" Hinata paused, stunned. She slowly pulled her hands away from her eyes, peeking back at the crimson eyed vampire that stared down at her.
His gaze was warm, a soft smile grazing his tanned features. His blonde, spiky hair slipped down, tickling his nose. He chuckled once more, bending his head to shake it, "Where do you what my kisses," He whispered, leaning further, his breath mingling with hers, "my bites?"
He tilted his head, "It's what you've asked for, is it not? What kind of lover would I be to deny you all that you desire, hmm, Hinata-chan?"
Hinata's eyes widened with a mix of both, surprise and delight as she witnessed her vampire boyfriend, his crimson eyes sparkling with amusement, wholeheartedly indulging in her playful request.
Such events were.. unexpected, and it filled her with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, urging her to fully immerse herself in the moment.
She bit her plump lip briefly, "E-Everywhere, please.."
Her response was met with a smirk that melted her soul.
"As you wish, princess."
And after his words, Naruto delved forward, where he was positioned between her spread legs to seek to litter the entirety of his human lover's body kisses and bites.
Naruto, true to his promise and Hinata’s request, traced a path of kisses across every inch of her flesh. His lips danced on her cheeks, planting tender kisses there. They moved to her forehead, where he left a soft imprint of his affection. Naruto's lips continued to explore, moving down to her nose, the delicate bridge between her eyes, and her eyelids.
Each kiss was a declaration of his love and desire.
His journey of adoration extended down to her arms, his warm mouth planting gentle caresses along her skin, granting her goosebumps. He traced patterns of affection along her neck, pausing to leave a one or two marks that would linger as a reminder of their passion.
Naruto's lips descended further, gliding over her chest, where they pressed against her breasts with soft, worshipful kisses. His breath danced over her stomach, and he continued to plant kisses lower, descending along her pelvis.
The moonlight that streamed in from the outdoors accentuated the moment. It casted a soft, silvery glow over Hinata's exposed body, highlighting the curves of her virgin form.
Naruto's kisses rained down upon several spots on Hinata's body, but mostly on her chest and neck, each one a fervent declaration of his desire and possession. His lips left a trail of warmth, a stark contrast to the cool touch of his fingers. The sensation was electric, sending shivers cascading down Hinata's spine.
As Naruto's fervor intensified, his fangs grazed her skin in a potent reminder of their presence. The dual sensation of his kisses and the subtle pressure of his bite marks created a symphony of pleasure and slight pain, a heady blend that left Hinata gasping for breath.
The marks he left were vivid reminders of their passion. Such marks of possession only intensified the depth of their encounter, seeming to pulsate with a life of their own, like living testimonies to the profound bond they were forging.
In Hinata's world, the experience was a tempest of sensation and emotion. She willingly surrendered to Naruto's touch, her body eagerly responding to his every move.
Pleasure teetered on the brink of ecstasy, threatening to engulf her in its passionate embrace. It was a feeling entirely foreign to her, a whirlwind of desire and intimacy that left her quivering in its aftermath.
The vampiric bite marks left by Naruto on Hinata's skin bore a mix of sensations. Some of them were delicate crescent shapes, hickeys of dark red and blue marks, while others were deeper, resembling tiny punctures. These specific marks exuded hints of blood, a tangible manifestation of Naruto's passionate fervor.
The edges of the punctures were subtly raised, granting them a unique texture against Hinata's skin. They pulsed with a gentle energy, delivering a twinge of soreness or a slight sting whenever she shifted.
The juxtaposition of pleasure and faint discomfort emanated from these marks, weaving a intricate tapestry of sensations for Hinata.
"Oh N-Naruto-kun! Naruto-kun!"
"Yes, scream my name, Hinata-chan." Naruto breathed against her skin, his chest rising and falling as he loomed over her on the bed.
Hinata, her eyes heavy-lidded, gazed at her vampire lover, who had now turned his attention to parting her legs. The silvery moonlight cast an enchanting glow on her pelvic region, unveiling the secrets that Hinata had concealed.
With a mixture of reverence and longing, Naruto tenderly opened her legs further, exposing the depths of her desires.
In amazement, he shook his head and whispered, "Kami, you can't imagine how long I've yearned for this moment, Hinata-chan."
The moonlight caressed Hinata's body, revealing a rosy blush that adorned her form. It was a blend of her current flustered state and the marks Naruto had bestowed upon her.
The dimly lit room concealed nothing.
Naruto took the time to witness all of her.
Hinata's womanhood was a delicate masterpiece, adorned with a natural, rosy hue that was covered in her sticky, love juices, causing that sensitive part of her to glisten softly in the moonlight. The contours of her intimate womanhood held a graceful, inviting allure, adorned with a bush of dark blue hair which settled just over her womanhood, acting as a shade.
Crimson eyes took in the way both her lovebud, and her entrance quivered in rhythm in one another, as if beckoning him to grant them more attention.
He felt his member twitch below, brushing against Hinata's thighs.
He exhaled a heated breath, "Yes, this is the moment I've longed for, Hinata-chan. The moment that I get to finally claim you, to offer you a pleasure beyond this world's reach, a pleasure only this can provide."
Naruto's hand wrapped around his throbbing length, his earlier words directed towards the throbbing heat in his grasp. He held himself firmly, drawing nearer, pressing his legs against Hinata's spread ones.
"Only me." He added in a whispered promise.
Hinata's lips curved into a smile as she drew Naruto closer, wrapping her arms around him in eager anticipation of what lay ahead.
She gently bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with affection as she spoke, "And I too, Naruto-kun, have longed for nothing more than to belong to you. My deepest wish is to be the source of your happiness and peace, the radiant light that guides you through even the darkest of times. I've hoped to be the very inspiration that fuels your growth, the love that envelops your heart, and give you the experience of what it's like to truly be human." Hinata's words resonated with profound sincerity, her hand tracing the tender whispered marks on Naruto's cheek.
Her gaze met his intense crimson eyes, and she smiled, "So yes, I want this too." Hinata slowly spread her legs even wider, her voice a soft, breathless whisper.
"I'm ready."
Naruto's heart fluttered with profound gratitude and joy upon hearing Hinata's words of readiness. The weight of her decision, her words, and the confident smile that adorned her face, filled his heart with so much warmth. In that moment, Hinata was more than a lover; she was the very essence of his existence, the anchor that kept him grounded and connected to the light.
The mere idea of losing her, of not having her by him caused a deep ache in his heart. But the knowledge that she willingly chose to embark on this journey with him filled him with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He felt like the luckiest vampire alive, blessed beyond measure to have someone like Hinata by his side. Her presence infused his world with a radiant light, illuminating every corner of his heart.
Tears welled in his eyes, and he leaned down to gently kiss her lips, "Thank you, Hinata-chan. Thank you for everything." he whispered, then moved to her ear.
"Now, just a warning, my love. This might hurt, but only for a moment." He whispered, "Just hold me tight and never let go."
Hinata instinctively held Naruto closer, her arms wrapped around his strong form, nestled against his warm skin.
She knew what was to come.
Hinata let forth a nod, determination in her eyes, "Oh Naruto-kun, I'll never let go."
With those words, Naruto tenderly embarked on their intimate union, guiding himself forward and gently easing the tip of his member inside of her.
He proceeded with utmost care, ensuring every slither of movement of his manhood was careful and considerate as he ventured into the depths of Hinata's being.
As he progressed, however, his keen ears could clearly hear Hinata emitting soft, breathy grunts and groans—a mixture of discomfort and anticipation. To ease her, he peppered kisses along her forehead, whispering soothing love nothings.
Hinata's legs quivered, the sensation intensifying as he eased his member a little further inside her heated core, passed her tight muscles before gradually coming to a stop once he approached her hymen.
They both gasped once they felt it, the last remaining barrier symbolizing her innocence and purity.
Naruto's intense gaze locked with hers, a sheen of sweat forming on his furrowed brow, evidence of the strenuous effort he put into commencing their mating ritual. He held his breath, keeping perfectly still in order to wait for his lover's signal to go on, ever mindful of seeking her consent.
And that's when he saw it.
Hinata gave him a nod, a hesitant nod urging him to go on, to take her virginity once and for all.
And it was then that he took a deep breath, steadied himself, and finally decided to go all the way.
And with that, he gave her one powerful thrust, one that successfully broke through her hymen and allowed his member to fully rest inside her.
Hinata instantly reacted with a cry of pain. Her face contorted in agony, tears streaming down her face, legs thrashing, and her womanhood clenched desperately around him, a mix of her love juices and blood coating her folds.
Naruto held her close, offering comfort through gentle shushes and a series of tender kisses on her lips, "It's okay, my love. The hard part is over. It's all over now." He assured her with a soothing tone, "You've done wonderfully, Hinata-chan. Absolutely wonderful." He whispered by her ear, using one hand to gently sweep the tears away from her eyes.
He also pushed her hair behind her ears, to follow up with setting his forehead down on hers, "Tell me when you're ready." He breathed, "Tell me when you're ready for me to move."
It took a few moments for Hinata to adjust to having something so large, and thick inside of her, pushing her walls far apart, pushing them to their limits. The pain she felt was all lingering, never seeming to go away. She actually felt as if a piece of her was shedded, stripped apart to make way for a new part of her.
That was it, her cherry had been popped, and now, Naruto was finally turning her into a woman. And despite the pain she felt in her groin, Hinata could not deny the joy that took over her entire body.
Because despite it all Hinata was utterly grateful to finally be connected with her lover, to finally become one with him.
Not only so, she was grateful to be in his care throughout the entire process, though she felt discomfort, he granted her comfort. Her vampire lover gave her tender gestures, showering her with gentle kisses along her face, his touch soothing, and his husky whispers by her ear providing reassurance.
Even now, every step of the way, Naruto continued to grant her consent, allowing her the time she needed to adjust to such a new sensation of having his member deep inside of her. Each act of affection was a balm to her unease, reminding her of their deep connection and his unwavering care for her well-being.
Tears of sheer happiness streamed down Hinata's cheeks as she embraced Naruto more tightly, resting her head on his shoulder, "You can move, Naruto-kun," She whispered, granting him the permission he sought.
He complied.
With a nod, the blonde vampire began a gentle, rhythmic motion, his hips swaying back and forth. Naruto took care to be tender and considerate with his thrusts, delicately caressing her inner depths with his manhood, exploring every nook and cranny with the tip of his erect shaft.
Their motions set the bed in motion, its rhythmic creaking mirroring their rising passion. The frame quivered beneath them, harmonizing with each thrust and twist, becoming a willing participant in their shared dance of passion.
The room seemed to pulsate with the rhythm of their lovemaking, the bed's protests harmonizing with their gasps and moans, creating a symphony of ecstasy that enveloped them both.
Pleasure surged through Naruto's body like an undulating wave, coursing through every nerve and fiber, setting him ablaze with a fiery sensation that left him electrified and yearning for more.
The sensations of finally being intimately connected with Hinata fulfilled his deepest desires in ways he had only dreamed of, no, surpassing even his naughtiest fantasies.
Hinata's womanhood embraced him like a comforting, protective blanket, offering warmth and satisfaction. Her inner walls embraced him with an impressive grip, a potent mixture of strength and irresistible pleasure, welcoming every inch of him inside its inner depths.
The copious amounts of love fluids inside her offered plenty of lubrication, steadily sloshing and splashing about, making a slick path for him to move within her.
Hinata still felt a lingering pain, a soreness at her pelvis and opening, causing occasional grunts and groans to escape her lips.
However, as she continued to experience Naruto's rhythmic motions, of his member rushing in and out of her, she soon began to feel the very same intense emotion she felt before…
Pleasure.
At first, the pleasure unfurled within Hinata like a delicate blossoming flower, a soft and tender bloom that emerged within the deepest depths of her abdomen. It was a delicate dance, a slow ascent, each thrust a measured step towards a higher plane of ecstasy.
As the moments passed, the sensations swelled, building in intensity like a rising tide, until they crested into a crescendo of euphoria, a peak of bliss that swept through her, leaving her breathless and trembling in its wake.
Before long, she found herself tightly gripping Naruto and moaning her dear heart out, completely lost in the moment.
"Nghhh, Naruto-kun!! Oh kami, Naruto-kun, that feels so good!"
"Mmm, that's it. Kami, you sound so beautiful, Hinata-chan." Naruto whispered between heated breaths, his voice a low, husky murmur, "Your moans are like music to my ears. Keep going." Naruto nodded in encouragement, staring down at her through his fallen blonde bangs, "Let me hear you, love. Let me hear how good I make you feel."
Hinata cried out, whipping her head back against the pillows in ecstasy, "Ooh, yes, you're making me feel soo good! Please don't stop!" Her breath hitched as she was given a deep thrust, once again bombarded by a powerful surge of pleasure deep within, working her toward the precipice.
Just. Like. Before.
She whined, "Naruto-kun, I f-f-feel something coming again! It's coming-!"
"Cum." Naruto breathed against her lips, as he thrusted his pelvis against hers, lifting his hips before crashing them against her own, granting her a deep plunge.
"Cum for me, Hinata-chan."
And she did, succumbing to a powerful climax. In the throes of ecstasy, Hinata's climax surged through her like a tidal wave, an overwhelming rush of pleasure that seemed to emanate from the very core of her being. Her body tensed, then convulsed, waves of sensation rippling through her limbs, leaving her breathless and trembling.
With a high-pitched cry, she released her essence, a warm flood which soaked the sheets underneath them, and spilled on their thighs and legs. Her fingernails, driven by the intensity of the moment, dug into Naruto's skin, leaving a trail of scratches in their wake. Such scratches were deep enough to draw his blood which trickled down the broadness of his back, like droplets of rain, mirroring the beads of sweat on his forehead.
Naruto grunted, swiftly recovering thanks to his healing abilities, but he didn't cease his thrusts; instead, he increased their tempo. He allowed Hinata to ride her climax to the end, by giving it to her in a higher intensity, embracing his feral side and increasing the speed of his thrusts, now that it was safe.
Now, his member rushed in and out of Hinata's womanhood with fervor, pounding the delicate but highly sensitive spots inside of her. He repeatedly stimulated her G-spot with the tip of his member, and witnessed as she produced beautiful love faces, and reached many more climaxes, sullying her bed sheets in a state of passion.
Her mouth lay open, gaped, where no sound escaped. Her moans remained trapped in her throat, stifled by the relentless onslaught of thrusts that came at her.
But when one happened to eventually escape, it was a breathless whisper of Naruto's name, a token of gratitude for the overwhelming pleasure he so graciously bestowed upon her.
Her ears were flooded with the repeated sound of her bed creaking, rocking against her walls. If her mind were any clearer, she might have been concerned about her father and sister waking up and overhearing her, but at that moment, such thoughts didn't even cross her mind.
Hinata's thoughts were filled with Naruto and only Naruto.
Instead, she became fully engrossed in Naruto's arms, entranced in the sounds of their hips slapping against one another and his seductive grunts of ecstasy.
Naruto groaned right by her ear, each breathy exhale sending a delicious shiver down her spine. The raw, unfiltered intimacy of his voice thrilled her, igniting a newfound fire within her core. Each sound that escaped him intertwined with her own breathless moans, unspoken declaration of the pleasure they shared, binding them closer.
His voice, husky and laden with desire, sent a deep tremor through Hinata's body, each moan reverberating like the beat of a drum. It was a rhythm that synced with the pounding of their hearts, an unspoken symphony of passion that echoed through the room.
His head nestled beside hers, his crimson eyes veiled by his blonde spiky locks. He held her in a firm embrace, his powerful arms enveloping her as he granted her thrust after thrust, their movements rocking her body along her squeaky bed. With every grunt, he exhaled his warm breath against her sensitive ear, intensifying her sensations.
Naruto's breath, a sensuous touch against her earlobe, joined the symphony of pleasure that coursed through her body, leaving her in a state of unparalleled ecstasy.
For Hinata, it was all pure bliss.
In Naruto's arms, she felt like she had ascended to heaven, a place she never wanted to leave.
Never.
But as time went on, Naruto's emotions only increased, completely taking over him, and leading him to up the ante of their lovemaking. In a way he's always wanted.
In a flash of supernatural speed, Naruto shifted their positions, the sudden change causing a whirlwind of sensations to course through Hinata's body.
In an instant, Hinata was on her hands and knees, positioned to bend forward over the rumpled sheets of her bed and nestle her head into the cozy recesses of her pillows. Beneath her, her legs were splayed wide, with her knees grazing the sheets, adding to their growing mess.
Hovering over her, Naruto tightly grasped her buttocks. With a quiet hum, he traced the curve of her bottom with one hand, carefully traveling all his fingers down the small of her back.
He gave her back a gentle nudge, "Relax, princess." He breathed, “Arch your back for me. Give me full access to you, Hinata-chan."
Hinata nodded, obeying without a second thought or a hint of hesitation, her mind completely foggy.
She arched her back more, guided by the gentle pressure of the large hand on her backside, pressing further against the sheets.
Her upper body was lowered so her creamy breasts were squished within the fabric of the sheets, and her bottom raised even further for Naruto's gaze. It was a provocative posture, one that left her most intimate area fully exposed and vulnerable.
Much to Naruto’s delight.
The blonde vampire's smile grew, his crimson eyes gleaming in satisfaction at the sight of his human lover's obedience.
"L-Like this?" Hinata's voice trembled in the dimly lit room, her overstimulation evident in her shaky tone, something Naruto's sensitive ears instantly detected.
He nodded in response, and as a token of appreciation, he lowered his lips to plant a kiss on her right buttcheek, simultaneously treating her to a soothing massage.
"That's right, just like that. You’re such a good girl for me, princess."
"Yes," Hinata breathed, bawling her pillows tight within her fists, "I-I am your good girl, N-Naruto-kun."
Naruto hummed in delight, shifting to give Hinata's left buttock a tender kiss, eliciting a shiver from her, "You couldn't be more right, Hinata-chan."
And at that moment, Naruto re-entered her, placing his hands along the curve of her backside and firmly gripping her extended thighs, ensuring she remained in his grasp.
With a surge of determination, he began to thrust again.
But he thrusted forward with increased vigor, aiming to make Hinata's bottom clap louder than before; aiming to really drive Hinata wild.
His hips pistoned against her buttocks, adopting a different approach with swift and intense thrusts, sending ripples of sensation shooting through her, traveling all the way up her spine.
The collision of their hips was met with intense sounds that echoed in the room, followed by loud creaks of the bed underneath him.
As the waves of pleasure reached their zenith, Hinata found herself immersed in an intensity that surpassed anything she had ever imagined. It swept through her like a torrent, a wild and uncontrollable force that left her utterly breathless. Her body, once under her command, now moved of its own accord, responding involuntarily to the surges of ecstasy that pulsed through her.
Her face contorted in a mosaic of pleasure, expressions shifting and merging as she teetered on the precipice of a climax she had never fathomed. It was a sensation so profound, so all-encompassing, that it eclipsed any prior understanding she had of intimacy. In that moment, Hinata realized that she had stumbled upon a realm of pleasure she had never believed possible.
Each revelation, each secret unlocked, left her gasping and trembling, her senses heightened to a level she had never experienced. It was as if an entire universe of sensations was unfurling before her, each one more extraordinary than the last. The intensity was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep her away.
In that moment, Hinata was no longer in control, no longer tethered to the familiar. She was adrift in a sea of sensation, a world of pleasure she had never known existed, and it was Naruto who held the key to this extraordinary realm. He was the architect of her ecstasy, the maestro of her pleasure, and she surrendered to the symphony he orchestrated, her senses ablaze with the intensity of it all.
Her cries were desperate, stifled by her pillows, muffled echoes of her pleasure. Her grip on the fabric was so tight that her knuckles paled and numbed. Her lavender eyes rolled back in ecstasy, leaving her in a state of relinquishment, as each powerful thrust that was given to her pushed her to the pinnacle of her climax, again and again.
She didn't have a moment to dwell on the fact that Naruto's forceful movements caused her buttocks to bounce and sway, the rhythmic collision echoing through the room like a private symphony. Hinata was drowned out in her own moans, hiding her face deep within her pillows as her vampire lover, gripped her tight, rocked her world, and showed her a night worth remembering forever.
Over time, she sensed Naruto's thrusts becoming increasingly aggressive and forceful as the ancient beast within him gradually surfaced. Such powerful thrusts compelled her to involuntarily close her trembling legs, attempting to escape the rapid, intense, and less merciful stimulation he was subjecting her to. However, he deftly pried her legs open again, reveling in her heightened sensitivity where her womanhood quivered profusely.
He chuckled at her attempt to cower, but his chuckles were deeper than usual. More sinister too.
It was a peculiar detail, one that didn't escape her notice. The distinct twitching of his member inside her didn't either, an action that seemed to set off almost feral groans from Naruto.
With the intensity of a coiled, predatory wolf, Naruto fixed his gaze on his mate. A burgeoning hunger surged within him, steadily escalating throughout their lovemaking, all of which unbeknownst to Hinata.
He gazed down at his mate with slitted crimson eyes, his teeth now menacingly sharp, his whisker marks elongated, and his nails extended to fine points. In a matter of moments, he transformed into his true vampiric state, a form he usually concealed but now fully unleashed as they approached the culmination of their mating ritual.
Now, he knows what must be done.
He let out a growl, "Hinata-chan, it's time."
Naruto's voice, once warm and tender, underwent a profound transformation. It deepened, dropping several octaves, resonating with a primal, almost feral intensity.
Each word that passed his lips carried a weight and power that seemed to vibrate through the very air around them. It was a voice that held the ancient wisdom and authority of a creature far older than his appearance suggested, a voice that spoke of centuries of existence. In its depths, one could sense the raw, primal nature of his vampiric essence, a force to be reckoned with, and a reminder of the depths of his supernatural being.
It certainly snapped Hinata out of her pleasurable daze. In fact, it scared her half to death.
Lifting her heavy head, she turned back to Naruto, witnessing first hand his transformed look in all of its dark glory.
She swallowed nervously, her heart pounding in her chest, "N-Naruto-kun, wh-what's happening?" She mumbled through gasps, his relentless thrusts never ceasing. His clawed fingers gripped her hips tight, propelling his hips forward and back with a force that stole the air from her lungs.
He tilted his head at her, giving it a shake, "Don't be afraid, princess. The time has come where I shall mark you," He growled, low and deep, "mark you as mine."
It was only then did she witness Naruto bringing one hand away from her bottom to slither it up her ached backside.
Naruto's hand, now adorned with razor-sharp claws, moved with a sinuous grace, almost resembling a spider's delicate crawl.
Each pointed tip grazed Hinata's skin with an eerie precision, leaving a faint, tingling sensation in its wake. As it ascended, it seemed to dance along the contours of her form, tracing a path that sent shivers coursing through her body.
The touch held a strange juxtaposition of danger and allure, a testament to the supernatural power that coursed through Naruto's veins. It was a sensation unlike anything Hinata had experienced before, one that left an indelible mark on her senses.
She shuddered in response, but a yelp escaped her lips as his extended hand suddenly slipped forward to cup her chin, pulling her backward just as he delivered one last deep thrust inside her, sending her crashing into another climax.
She squealed, her cry growing louder as Naruto once again surprised her by leaping forward to bite down on the curve of her right shoulder, right at the end of her clavicle.
"Ahhh!"
Her scream was quickly stifled by her own hand, ensuring she didn't disturb her sleeping family members in the house.
Tears welled up in her eyes as Naruto's razor-sharp fangs pierced her flesh, sending waves of pain and panic through her.
She truly feared he might bite her shoulder clean off!
His bite showed little remorse, gripping her with unyielding force.
In that very moment, a scorching torrent of searing liquid heat shot straight inside her, engulfing her world in intense surges of both pain and pleasure, reaching the extremes of both ends of the spectrum.
Such liquid was like a scorching surge of molten lava coursing through Hinata, setting her nerves ablaze, propelling her into another dizzying climax. The foreign liquid seemed to squirt deep inside of her sensitive womanhood, swirling and pulsating, consuming her from the inside out.
There was no warning this time, a testament to Naruto's loss of control, his animalistic side now in play to end their mating ritual.
This time, Naruto's bite was not about her blood; it was merely circulated around the bite itself, where he enforced his dark energy in the depths of her skin to leave his presence there forever; as an eternal vampiric symbol of ownership.
Her mark.
Hinata convulsed uncontrollably, lost in a haze of ecstasy as she buried herself in her midnight blue locks cascaded across her face.
Her body remained immobile, cradled by her vampire boyfriend's clawed hand beneath her chin, her form elegantly arched so his hips could remain against her own so he could release every drop of his sperm within her. She felt her stomach bulge by how much he released inside of her, a seemingly warm pool of lava now flooding deep inside of her womb.
When it was all over, Naruto released his tight hold on Hinata, withdrawing his teeth from her shoulder to allow her mark to form. He let her go, allowing her to collapse onto the bed, limp and seemingly drained of all life.
He then carefully withdrew his member from her with care, and as he did, it seemed to release a flood from within her, his sperm spilling out and drenching her bed.
Hinata quivered, lost in a blissful haze, struggling to fully comprehend the intimate connection she had just shared with her lover. The ultimate connection.
Naruto, her vampire boyfriend, had just claimed her virginity, left his mark on her, and gifted her with sensations beyond her wildest imagination, experiences she had never thought possible.
Now, she laid in a mix of her own sweat, cum, and tears with a smile on her face, filled with a profound sense of contentment like she had never known before.
Now, she has finally been initated into the true world of intimacy, now made a woman, and a mate, and she couldn't have wished for anything more.
She was overjoyed. So overjoyed.
Over the passing minutes, the aftermath of Naruto's fervent bite on Hinata's right shoulder began to transform. Initially, it manifested as a bruised and bloodied impression, due to his harsh bite.
As time unfolded, the contours of the mark seemed to subtly shift, the edges darkening and blending with the surrounding skin. The once faint discoloration of the bite site darkened as well, turning into a deep, inky black.
Slowly but surely, her mark evolved into a distinct spiral, reminiscent of the vampiric emblem etched onto Naruto's own abdomen.
The once bloody and raw imprint now bore an eerie elegance, its black lines intertwining like ancient sigils of power. It appeared to shift in hue, oscillating from white to black due to Naruto’s close proximity to Hinata, a tangible link between their souls and a physical representation that the mating process worked.
They were now one.
As the night's long indulgence drew to an end, Hinata's senses dulled, her body left pleasantly exhausted, akin to the ebbing tide of a passionate ocean, a soothing weariness settling into her limbs after the night's passionate activities. She could barely register the sudden whoosh sound that emitted in the room, like a distant echo, as Naruto deftly clothed himself.
She smiled as he tenderly covered her with the warm embrace of her own blankets, tucking her in with a gentle touch that spoke of reverence. A kiss graced her forehead, followed by another tender kiss against her right shoulder, where his new mark now rested.
Hinata sighed in content, sore, bruised, but happy. And lastly, through the drowsiness of her own lips, she released a soft, grateful murmur, with the last of the energy within her.
"Th-Thank you, Naruto-kun."
Her gratitude was a faint murmur, escaping her lips just moments before she succumbed to the blissful embrace of sleep, passing out due to overstimulation. Though her words were barely audible in the now tranquil room, Naruto's keen hearing caught every bit.
His face lit up with a joyful smile as he tenderly traced his hand along her flushed cheek, leaving behind a comforting warmth.
"You're welcome, my love," He breathed, his voice and appearance reverted back to normal, "Now, rest well, and await my return for you, Hinata-chan." He whispered his own goodnight, assuring her that he'd return for her, his voice brimming with promise and warmth.
Turning his gaze to the window, Naruto could discern the early signs of dawn approaching, with its first light tendrils on the horizon, just a few hours before the sun would rise.
Naruto breathed a deep sigh of reluctance.
He knew he must leave.
So, with one last look at Hinata, he swiftly vanished through the open window in which he came, a whoosh of movement propelling him into the night.
Now, he carried the cherished connection of their mating bond with him, cradling his human mate within his heart forever.
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Chapter 18: ❦Forbidden Pleasures❦
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A kinky one-night stand quickly follows after Hinata and Naruto's initial encounter at an erotic costume party.
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Hello, everyone! Here's the final Halloween special I'll be sharing for Halloween 2023. Originally, I planned to write three specials, but NHmonth23 is approaching quickly, and I need to get ready for it. So I changed my mind. Plus, Halloween has already passed, lol. I'll save the third Halloween special for another occasion.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one! Feel free to leave kudos and comments! I'll be releasing this one-shot in two parts, with the second part coming out soon!
Enjoy!
P.S. I want to clarify that the song mentioned in this story, "My Immortal," is not my own creation. It's a song by Evanescence. You can listen to the song via this YouTube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqHKwjk6_Gk
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Alcohol Beverages • Angst • Biting • Body Worship • Butt Groping • Claiming • Cock Worship • Come-Marking • Costumes • Costume Party • Dirty Talk • Drunk Sex • Erotic • Erotic Party • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Fellatio • Foreplay • Forbidden • Forbidden Love • Fox & Bunny • Freaky • Halloween • Halloween Night • Halloween Special #2 • Heavy Angst • Hickeys • Humor • Hurt & Comfort • Intimacy • Kinky • Love At First Sight • Masquerade • Masturbation • Multiple Orgasms • NTR • NSFW • OOC • One-Night Stand • Oral Sex • Party • Praise Kink • Possession • Pussy Worship • Rough Sex • 69 Position • Scandalous • Semi-Public Sex • Size Difference Kink • Spanking • Squirting • Strangers To Lovers • Stripping • Wild • 2023 •
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Forbidden Pleasures
Naruto couldn't believe it.
He couldn't believe that he had been coerced into partaking in something like this.
He couldn't believe he was dragged out of the comfort of his home, into the harsh and unforgiving cool of the night to attend a cringe-fest such as this.
"Seriously, guys," Naruto groaned, "what kind of shitshow have you all dragged me to?"
It was Halloween night, and the night was evidently so. It was relatively cool, with a crisp chill in the air that sent shivers down the spines of those brave enough to venture outdoors, serving as a reminder that winter was on its way.
The sky was draped in deep purples and dark blues, the sun long since set, casting an eerie atmosphere throughout Konoha's streets.
The full moon, glowing bright and perfectly round, showcased its craters in a silvery luminescence, piercing through the thick clouds in the dark expanse of the night sky.
The grand moon projected eerie shadows onto the imposing structure that seemingly rose into the heavens, impossible to overlook—a building that Naruto currently eyed with a look of disdain.
At this very moment, he stood in front of a bustling entrance of an opulent, multi-million-dollar mansion, an abode he had the misfortune of encountering. It was a quintessential mansion, the type that provoked people to excitedly pose before it, capturing pictures to proudly display on social media to boast.
The majestic Halloween mansion exuded an amalgamation of Gothic refinement and a ghostly charm. Its elaborate frontage showcased detailed stonework, complete with gargoyles that seemed to stir in the moon's pale glow.
The walls were graced with tall, arched windows, their glass surfaces reflecting the twinkling glow of the radiant moon and stars. Sturdy pillars stood guard before the wide entrance doors, beckoning guests to enter.
Delicately positioned lanterns hung in different locations, casting a warm glow that enhanced the splendor of the adorned estate.
The expansive garden resembled a tapestry of autumnal shades, bedecked with jack o'lanterns, scarecrows, oversized spiderwebs, and an assortment of other eerie embellishments.
Above, a banner stretched across the mansion's pinnacle, its presence doing little to conceal the whimsical spirit of the erotic party, boldly proclaiming the event's name and theme.
'The Wild Masquerade.'
'Chills, Thrills, and Erotic Frills: Come on in and get your freak on!'
"The fuck?" Naruto whispered under his breath, his nose wrinkling, and his body seemingly anchored to the ground beneath him. He found himself immobile, not out of fear, but out of sheer revulsion.
Truthfully, he was still grappling mentally with how he got persuaded into attending something so absurd.
Here he was, amidst one of the numerous lively Halloween parties ongoing in Konoha, surrounded, (quite embarrassingly), by his grinning comrades: Sasuke, Kiba, Shikamaru, and Sai.
Naruto could practically feel his cheeks aflame with embarrassment, especially as they all sported different animal-themed costumes.
The five men stood in place like spy agents, aligning themselves meticulously just a short distance from the mansion's entrance. They remained in place, taking in every detail of the rowdy scene before them, amidst the flow of bustling guests steadily making their way inside.
Under the moonlit sky, people dressed in animal-themed attire mixed and mingled, creating a lively atmosphere filled with the rustling of tails and feathers, and the joyful sounds of laughter and cheers.
Excitement and merriment permeated the atmosphere as all the costumed guests wandered their way inside the grandiose estate. The theme of the evening was clear–party animals. The crowd was an eclectic mix of creatures, from elegant swans to ferocious lions and even mythical creatures like unicorns.
Most of the attendees embellished themselves with either masks, cloaks, face paint, prosthetics, or props. A few went even further, opting for more revealing attire, in keeping with the party's adult and erotic theme, embracing the provocative aspects of their costumes to dance and flaunt.
Naruto, on the other hand, chose to dress as a fox. It was the only other animal he was willing to portray for the evening's animal-themed event. However, he adorned his costume with a touch of playful sophistication, a deliberate effort to save himself from further embarrassment.
He was donned in a sleek beige tuxedo, exuding a palpable air of refinement, a stark contrast to the wilder costumes of the other revelers around.
His spiky, blonde hair peeked out from beneath a set of orange fox ears, blending seamlessly with his golden locks. With a bushy fox mask enhancing his cerulean eyes, he veiled his whiskered face, enveloping himself in an enigmatic presence.
Additionally, a fluffy fox tail swayed in rhythm with his movements behind him, infusing a playful charm into his attire. And to round off his look, he opted for a pair of brown oxfords, adding a touch of elegance to his classy fox ensemble.
But despite everything, he couldn't shake off a twinge of self-consciousness in his costume. He constantly fiddled with the furry ears perched atop his head, readjusted his fox mask and bushy tail numerous times, and even wrestled with the wrist cuffs of his tuxedo, yet a lingering sense of foolishness remained.
He felt stupid.
Utterly stupid.
Naruto groaned to himself before exchanging glances with his pals, who seemed to be enjoying themselves, oddly enough.
Kiba, dressed as a wolf, let out a howl.
"Yahoo!!"
Kiba's wild howl was accompanied by a chorus of laughter and snickers. He briefly glanced at Naruto in response to his previous remark, his lips stretching even further to expose his razor-sharp canines.
"Come on, Naruto! It's Halloween! It's time to let loose and have some fun. Just look at this place!" The brown-haired mutt lunged forward, delivering a hearty slap to Naruto's back.
The agitated blonde teetered in reaction, feeling a subtle hint of fear for the first time throughout the entire eerie night. However, the rapid thumping of his heart was solely due to the fear of potentially falling, landing on his ass, and experiencing complete and utter embarrassment.
"Kiba! What the fuck!"
"Come on, man, turn that frown upside down. This place looks killer. You can't stand there, form the words with your lips, and say that it isn't. It's literally impossible." Kiba bellowed, evidently looking at something different from Naruto, as there was nothing "killer" about what the blonde was currently witnessing.
Perhaps the view was a killer to his brain cells and any initial interest he had for the event, but that's about it.
Naruto regained his composure, straightening the lapels of his tuxedo jacket. Afterward, he settled on slipping his hands into his tux pockets, "Heh, hate to break it to ya, but yes, I actually can. This party looks fucking stupid, and a big waste of my time." Naruto groaned.
"Remind me, who's the host of this party again?"
Kiba shrugged, "I don't know, some guy named Killer Bee."
"Fucking ridiculous," Naruto muttered under his breath. He gave his blue eyes a roll, rolling them behind his mask, "You know what's amusing?" The blonde spat, in an irritated tone.
"Adults getting all excited about Halloween. It's fucking ridiculous for grown-ass adults to still get a kick out of playing make-believe and going to parties with silly themes. It's all baka."
Naruto's frustrated rant came to an abrupt halt as a chill coursed through his tuxedo, threatening to freeze him completely.
"Gah, damn it." He whispered, along with a shudder.
Truly, Naruto just wanted to go back home. He could practically hear his bed calling his name, urging him to tangle within its warm depths away from the cool night and lull right off to sleep.
Unfortunately for him, though, he didn't end up at his current location by driving himself there. No, he was brought here, chauffeured by his friends, leaving him stuck until they decided to leave this goddamn party.
Naruto cursed to himself, regretting terribly for giving in to his friends. It was all a setup, and he fell for it.
He gave his head a disappointed shake, his blonde bangs swaying about in response.
Shikamaru, dressed in a sloth costume, chuckled dryly, also aiming his attention up at the mansion. He chimed in to Naruto's earlier response, adding to it for his own amusement.
"Heh, Naruto kinda got a point there. This place's a real drag-"
"Shika! You're supposed to be on my side!" Kiba exclaimed, his tan face reflecting clear indignation. His cheeks lifted, revealing red triangles painted on them. His eyes bore narrow slits, now concealed behind a bushy gray mask—features that seamlessly transformed him into his wolf persona, allowing him to stay in character.
On the other hand, Sasuke, ever aloof, donned a completely black tuxedo embellished with fluffy ebony feathers that cascaded outward. He completed the ensemble with a top hat and various pieces of silver jewelry, perfectly embodying the essence of a raven.
His obsidian eyes peered through a feathered mask, glancing back at the scene with a trace of amusement. He scoffed, "Dobe, cut the complaining already, will you? It's so fucking annoying."
Naruto hissed, baring his teeth as he shot the spiky black-haired male a glare with his already annoyed cerulean eyes, doing so through his orange mask, "Shut the fuck up, teme. It's ironic that you call me annoying when all of you were the ones pestering me to leave my house and come to this shit. I could be in bed right now-
"Wanking your little schlong." Sai, dressed as a bat, emitted a playful melodic tune, from his position, off to the side.
He arrived fully decked out, donning bat ears, wings, a mask, and boots. His attire consisted of a black, zippered leather crop top that exposed a good portion of his taut, pale midriff, paired with matching leather pants below.
Up until that moment, Sai had been silent, quietly observing the scene before him, and merely growing amused by the events that played out.
Leaning forward, he ran his dark eyes down the lineup of men beside him, each wearing a distinct expression as they gazed up at the mansion towering before them.
Naruto, unconsciously in character with his costume, snarled, growled, and bared his teeth, shooting the most menacing glare he could muster toward the pale man a few paces from him.
"What did you just say, Sai?" Naruto thundered, his body taut with tension.
Sai merely smiled, an eye smile, "Such hostility you're showing. You certainly wear that costume well, foxy boy."
"The fuck!" Naruto, without hesitation, charged towards the seemingly impassive male in the distance, fully intent on beating the everlasting shit out of him. However, his actions were stopped by Sasuke and Kiba, who swiftly intervened, restraining him.
"Woah, woah, easy there, pal," Kiba called out, gripping the blonde male tight, who seemed to wiggle like crazy in his arms.
"Get a hold of yourself, dobe. You're causing a scene." Sasuke remarked with an eye roll. Both men gave Naruto a harsh nudge, one that was a nonverbal gesture that voiced, 'calm the fuck down.'
Naruto sensed that loud and clear.
In response to such a shove, the blonde was forced to regain his balance and abandon his aggressive stance. He let out a frustrated growl, and opted to whip his head back to shoot a venomous glare at Sai, his fists clenched.
If looks could kill, Sai would have met an early demise, pulled six feet fucking under for that gay shit he was on before.
But Sai seemed unfazed by the brewing tension. He remained indifferent to the palpable negativity in the air and the lethal gazes Naruto directed at him.
The short-haired male casually shrugged, looking back up at the mansion, through the gaps of his bat mask, "Yes, I must say, this place seems perfect, indeed. An ideal spot to put our plan in motion." He remarked with a hum.
He turned back to his companions, gracing them with another of his trademark smiles, "Our initial plan was to get Naruto out of his house to prevent him from brooding, was it not?"
"Yeah." Kiba agreed, once again slapping Naruto's back, a brotherly pat.
The blonde groaned.
"Hey look, all jokes aside," The brown-haired male frowned, "we're just looking out for you, man. We understand how much Sakura meant to you, and how badly she hurt you. So, we thought the last thing you needed was to stay locked away on Halloween night, feeling down about your ex."
Shikamaru chimed in with a nod, the hood of his sloth's costume rocking as well, "Yeah, Naruto, our intentions are good, dude. We just want you to have some fun tonight. You never know," The sloth man shrugged, "you might end up enjoying yourself. This party could be just what you need to lift your spirits, but you've got to give it a chance."
Shikamaru waved Naruto off with a shake of his head, "Just stop being a drag already, will ya?"
A deep, drawn-out sigh escaped Naruto's lips as he took in the advice offered to him by his friends. Gradually, he could feel his anger begin to wane.
He had to admit that his friends were right.
He had been feeling utterly down, the gloomiest he'd ever been since his ex-girlfriend, Sakura, delivered the crushing news that she no longer wanted to be with him, having found love elsewhere.
Just a few weeks had passed since the breakup, and he was still struggling to bear its weight. He was overwhelmed by distressing emotions and thoughts, compelling him to opt for solitude at home.
Within the darkness, Naruto found solace in introspection. Day after day, he would usually cocoon himself in the comforting embrace of his bed sheets, shutting himself from the outside world entirely.
Now, following the heartbreaking and unexpected end of his relationship with his lover, Naruto felt an inclination to embrace a lifestyle of seclusion akin to that of a goddamn vampire.
Now, considering what he'd been through, such a life didn't seem half bad.
Naruto's anguish persisted, ever since he lost the woman he loved, the one he had envisioned a future of marriage and family with.
But no, it seemed life had its own plans to fuck with him.
Now, he's left with nothing but anger within him, a rage he can't control. He's left with a disinterest to celebrate the fucking holidays, to dress up, and be merry.
In his eyes, there was nothing to be merry about.
But...
Naruto grumbled, adjusting his tuxedo once more as he shot glares at his friends, "Alright, I'll entertain this ridiculousness. But," he hissed, raising one finger, "only for a bit." He spat, with bared teeth.
However, his statement was immediately met with exuberant cheers from his friends, who began to dance around, releasing loud whoops and hollers that echoed far and wide. The men were so loud with their cheers that they managed to attract the attention of a few party-goers around, prompting Naruto to instantly regret his decision.
"Now that's the spirit!" Kiba cheered, before waving his hand forward, a signal met with his friend's prompt movement. On that note, all the men picked up their feet and began advancing forward.
Naruto scoffed, "Doesn't mean I'm dancing," He mumbled with a shrug.
Reluctantly, he joined his friends and began walking forward alongside them as well, heading towards the wide entrance of the Halloween-themed mansion, where a crowd of people and loud music awaited them.
Sasuke shrugged, "Whatever floats your boat, dobe. As long as you have fun tonight, that's all we care about."
"Who knows, you might get laaaid."
"Sai!!" Naruto blurted out, lowering his head in embarrassment, but his reaction, as well as Sai's initial comment, only served to stoke the laughter of his comrades.
Their laughter only continued as they advanced further inside, a choice that Naruto despised every bit of.
Every fucking bit.
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Initially, Naruto was utterly repelled by the outside of the party mansion, considering it to be dreadful and unlike anything he'd ever seen before, a sight that couldn't be surpassed in its absurdity.
However, the instant he stepped inside the mansion, crossed the threshold, and caught an eensy weensy glimpse of what awaited inside, his mind instantly changed.
Nuh-uh; the inside of the party mansion surpassed even Naruto's worst expectations.
Without a doubt, the entire party, the inside of the mansion where the Wild Masquerade was in full, raucous swing, had unquestionably turned into his worst nightmare.
It felt like someone had gathered all the most undesirable elements in the world, tossed them into a cauldron, and deemed it a party.
Perhaps Naruto was exaggerating a bit due to his initial aversion to the idea of attending, but goddamn, did he loathe every bit of it.
The party, to put it frankly, was an overwhelming assault on his senses.
It was so over- fucking -whelming.
The dimly illuminated foyer was adorned with eerie decorations, and lanterns casting haunting shadows on the walls. The dancing candlelights along the walls unveiled intricate decorations, ranging from eerie cobwebs to lifelike figurines of beasts and other freaks of nature.
Distant echoes of revelry in the entire mansion only amplified the unsettling ambiance.
The Halloween mansion radiated grandeur, inviting guests with a sweeping staircase that seemed like a gateway to another world.
The mansion appeared to have multiple floors and rooms, each holding its own mysteries. The banisters of the staircase, entangled in faux cobwebs and lit by flickering candles, beckoned guests to ascend its steps and explore the mysteries the mansion was bound to hold.
On the ground floor, the mansion's grand hall, the club room awaited, hosting an enthusiastic crowd gathered around a central stage.
The club room, shrouded in sinister colors of purples and greens, was embellished with oversized spiderwebs and grinning pumpkins, exuding an eerie ambiance heightened by the scent and the smokey effects of dry ice.
Inside, guests in imaginative animal-themed costumes scattered across the floor like rats, filling the air with laughter, cheers, and conversation. Any animal costume one could imagine was in that party's club room, bouncing around, dancing erotically, and rubbing their hot bodies against one another.
Overhead, vibrant neon lights pulsed and flickered, casting dynamic shadows that danced across the room.
The atmosphere buzzed with energy as a mix of music genres, particularly heavy metal, rock and roll, electronic, and synth wave, reverberated throughout the entire mansion.
The event's DJ and host, who went by the name Killer Bee, entertained the crowd from a booth above the stage, embellished with creepy animatronic creatures to match the theme.
With his distinctive braided hairstyle and killer face paint, he animatedly engaged with the crowd, offering enthusiastic commentary into a microphone to keep everyone in a dancing, raving frenzy.
But to Naruto, he merely looked like a raging lunatic.
The music reverberated through the air, pulsating with a contagious energy. Each beat seemed to throb with a life of its own, shaking the walls and sending vibrations through the floor.
It was a cacophony of eerie melodies and heart-pounding rhythms, which struck Naruto deep in his chest, deep in his ears, making it hard to hear his own thoughts.
But all the partygoers enjoyed it.
They lost themselves completely in the music's embrace, the booming bass and haunting song selections set the ideal ambiance for the night's wild festivities.
Naruto hated it all.
He couldn't help but resent the party and what it represented–a stark contrast to the solace he sought in his moments of solitude. The festivities, the smiling people, the joyous nature of it all seemed to mock his grief, amplifying his sense of displacement amidst the raucous celebration.
This was far worse than he could have ever imagined, and it wasn't long before he began to long for the comfort of his own space once more.
Naruto wasn't inside for five minutes and he made the decision to break away from his rowdy friends, waving them off. It took some convincing to get them to give him some space, but he succeeded, and they instead ventured off to explore the mansion, find some chicks to dance with, and just overall, enjoy the party.
Naruto, though, chose to focus on other matters.
He allowed his pals to do as they pleased, while he occupied himself with finding the closest bar in the building.
It wasn't hard to find.
With his determined mission to empty as many liquor shots as he could, finding a bar was a breeze.
So happily, he savored the journey of retreating to the back of the club room, where a welcoming bar, lavishly adorned with Halloween decorations, awaited him, much to his satisfaction.
And there, he indulged. Hard.
Naruto released yet another deep groan, his voice growing lost in the club room's pounding music.
He was now seated, hunched over a barstool, his broad shoulders draping along the wooden surface. Tilting his head back, he downed another tequila shot, the alcohol serving as his escape to erase the night's memories and speed up the passage of time until he could leave.
So he continued to drink. Shot after shot after shot.
With a raised eyebrow, the bartender observed Naruto from behind the bar as he meticulously cleaned a glass cup with a fresh towel.
The brown-haired bartender had been discreetly monitoring Naruto the whole while, noticing how he was stuck in a loop of tossing money on the bar and repeatedly asking for shots, downing each one in succession.
Naruto had now downed four shots, leaving the small, empty glasses lined up in front of him, the alcohol now coursing through his veins.
The bartender shook his head before setting the glass in his hand down, preparing a drink for another party guest. However, before he did so, he engaged, reaching over to lightly tap Naruto's arm, causing the tipsy man to glance up at him.
"Rough night, eh there, buddy?" He asked, causing Naruto to squint his eyes at him, doing so through his fox mask. The blonde shrugged, casting a quick glance at the bartender's name tag, neatly affixed to his uniform.
Naruto had to do some serious squinting due to the cloudy atmosphere of the party, and the fogginess of his own vision before he was able to identify the male's name.
He frowned, "Yeah."
The blonde waved one finger at the area around him. He raised his voice, "You can blame this funk-ass party for that, Yamato-san!" He groaned out with a burp, but it was a response that caused the bartender to chuckle.
With a wry smile adorning his fawn face, Yamato shook his head before tending to the drink order of the party guest two seats from Naruto. He reached for a bottle of gin from the assortment of alcoholic beverages hung up on shelves behind the bar.
Yamato swiftly turned back, seamlessly multitasking between his tasks and engaging in conversation.
He clicked his tongue, "That's unfortunate, my friend." He remarked while deftly measuring an exact portion of gin into a shaker, his motions flowing with practiced ease.
With a graceful flick of his wrist, he introduced a few drops of a lively, citrusy liqueur, infusing the concoction with a burst of zestful flavor.
Naruto observed Yamato's actions with unwavering attention, fixating on every move as if he were a cat captivated by a dancing red laser.
The fox man sighed, "Yeah," His response was a mere murmur, his gaze shifting, and a trace of melancholy darkening his features.
Yamato turned to look at him, offering a word of wisdom, "You know, bud, a party is as enjoyable as you choose to make it. If you keep sulking the way you are, naturally, the party will, well.." Yamato shrugged his shoulders.
"suck." Yamato trailed off.
In reaction, Naruto expressed his frustration with an exasperated groan, vigorously shaking his blonde locks in a fit of anger.
Now, he was officially fed up.
He had reached a point of deep annoyance with the judgmental comments and shallow attempts at advice that were incessantly thrown his way.
It seemed as though people assumed he had no valid reasons for his mopey state, or worse, that he was indulging in such a way for amusement.
It had all become truly intolerable.
Once again, the blonde grumbled, his anger escalating beyond his control.
"Goddammit! Why does it seem as if everyone is so bothered by my moping?" He complained, a surge of emotion escaping his lips.
"Just let me be, damn it!"
Yamato exhaled deeply, carefully setting down the impeccably clear glass he had just polished to a gleaming shine. He filled it with a handful of ice cubes, their crisp clinks creating a rhythmic melody. Returning to the shaker, he added a dash of freshly squeezed lime juice, the vivid green liquid twirling amongst the other ingredients.
With a gentle shake of his head, Yamato imparted a final piece of advice, his facial expressions solemn as he regarded the obviously hurt blonde male.
"Whatever you're going through, bud, just know that it'll pass eventually." Yamato extended his hand to give a reassuring pat on Naruto's shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie.
"It'll pass."
Naruto released a sigh, his gaze fixed on the now-empty tequila shot he had just downed. He noticed his reflection, a reflection of a broken man staring back at him.
"Yeah, I just wish it would hurry up and just pass already." He murmured, the response more a whispered soliloquy to himself than a declaration aloud.
Yamato gave Naruto a subtle smile before turning back to attend to the bar, leaving the fox man to his contemplations.
From there, Naruto remained seated in a world of his own, cocooned in silence, oblivious to the passage of time and the evolving evening.
Unbeknownst to Naruto, the party's atmosphere shifted subtly as the night progressed. The lively buzz gave way to a sense of anticipation, as gentle lighting bathed the space and the stage sprung to life.
The crowd hushed, their attention captured by the upcoming performance.
It was a sudden shift, an eerie one that actually managed to pull Naruto out of his spiraling reverie, his body twisting in his seat to survey the area.
"What the hell?" He murmured, puzzled by the sudden shift in the atmosphere; the once raucous cheers and loud music were now silent.
Eerily silent.
'What's going on?' He thought to himself, his head moving back and forth to peer over the crowd of people for the answers to his questions.
The chatter and laughter from before had tapered off, replaced by an eager murmur of anticipation.
Taking the spotlight at center stage, Killer Bee, the host, abandoned his elevated booth and stood on the stage, before the microphone, his voice echoing throughout the entire room.
"I'm glad you all are having fun, but the party has just begun! Let's change gears, and give you all more cheers. Sit back and take in with the utmost delight, the bunny of the night: Hinata Hyugaaa!!!"
"Bunny?" Naruto whispered, "Hinata Hyuga?"
The blond man, in a state of utter bewilderment, at last, averted his gaze from the line-up of tequila glasses before him. Instead, he fixed his attention on the distant stage, where Killer Bee was making a swift exit to pave the way for a new performer to step forward. A special one.
And there she was...
Hinaga Hyuga.
Now was her moment to step onto the stage and add an extra dose of excitement to the party, her elegance akin to an angelic vision.
Her movements were a graceful dance that left Naruto breathless. Her mere presence was like a sudden awakening, clearing the fog of alcohol from his mind. His eyes, once half-lidded, widened in rapt attention, locked onto the enchanting newcomer.
It felt like destiny as if he had turned at just the right moment to plant his eyes on her, like the fabled red thread seeking its other half at last.
The newcomer on the stage commanded the attention of everyone present. Silence enveloped the room as if time had come to a standstill, with every gaze fixed on her, filled with interest and curiosity.
Hinata, the guest singer, wore a white bunny suit, a stunning creation that blended elements of allure and fantasy.
Its corset-style bodice hugged her form, emphasizing all the luscious curves that she possessed. Along the front, daring straps were woven which revealed a glimpse of cleavage; a tantalizing yet bold feature.
Feathered embellishments graced the bra portion of her suit in a sensual curvy swipe, just above her voluptuous breasts.
Silver sparkles bedecked the entirety of her suit, glistening like a constellation of stars within a moonlit sky. The sparkles lent a captivating shimmer to the fabric, creating a dazzling effect that caught the eye of all in the room.
Resting on Hinata's head were a delightful pair of white bunny ears, serving as an accessory to add a whimsical touch to her outfit.
Down below, she wore white fishnet stockings beneath her bunny suit. The intricate pattern of the stockings added an extra layer of sensuality, drawing the eye of the crowd with every step she took. The stockings accentuated the length and lush of her thighs and legs, creating an alluring contrast against the smooth expanse of her skin.
Finally, to end off her attire, she wore white pointed-toe heels, which seemed to add to her sexiness and elevate her overall height.
Her pure white suit, paired with a white cloak that flowed around her like a billowing cloud, rippling in the wind behind her, resembled the purity of her porcelain skin. The cloak's hood delicately glided along her back, just along her shoulders.
Hinata, like the rest of the audience in the room, wore a masquerade mask to adhere to the event's primary outfit requirements.
Hinata's mask was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate swirls and flourishes reminiscent of frost on a winter morning. It accentuated her face's graceful contours, and framed her features with an enchanting touch.
The wide eye openings showcased her warm, lavender-hued eyes, maintaining an aura of secrecy. A small cluster of pearls nestled between her brows formed an exquisite focal point.
Affixed by a slim ribbon of silk, the mask sat comfortably against her features, matching her complexion perfectly. The ribbon trailed elegantly behind her, encircling her head for a secure fit.
The mask also featured a beautifully crafted flower or feather design, adding an extra layer of elegance to its overall appeal.
Hinata's midnight blue hair, braided in a long side-swept style, cascaded down her right shoulder in soft waves, framing her ethereal features beautifully.
Her lips boasted bold, vibrant red lipstick, which stood out against her pale skin. Such a lipstick choice enhanced the allure of her naturally plump lips and overall, drew attention to her face.
Her every step radiated a seamless fusion of poise and determination, commanding the room's attention through her confident presence.
With a fluid motion, Hinata gracefully ascended the stage, and the room seemed to hold its breath, drawn in by her majestic aura.
The microphone stood ready, prepared to capture the enchanting performance about to unfold.
Bathed in the spotlight, a gentle radiance surrounded her, accentuating the captivating contrast between her sensuous attire and the purity of her cloak.
The midnight blue-haired woman graced the crowd with a smile, the corners of her plump lips rising gently as she delicately gripped the microphone's handle. The instant her fingers touched it, however, a hauntingly beautiful melody, marked by the melancholy of a piano chord, began to fill the room.
For about 16 counts of instrumental music, the audience was enveloped in a tranquil state, transported into a world of anticipation.
Then, as the first verse arrived, Hinata opened her mouth, and at that moment, everyone in the room, particularly Naruto, felt as though they glimpsed inside the gates of heaven.
"I'm so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears,"
Naruto's eyes instantly widened as his ears were flooded with a voice of angelic perfection, a voice unlike he'd ever heard before.
"Holy hell."
Whispering softly, his gaze remained fixed on the singer in front of him. At that moment, it was as if the world and everyone in it faded away, leaving only her illuminated by the stage light.
"And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone,"
The guest speaker, Hinata, possessed a soprano voice akin to a pure, crystalline stream, flowing gently and softly into the ears of the audience. It was angelic, with a range capable of soaring to ethereal heights, yet also gracefully descending to the depths of emotion.
In the mansion, her voice alone now enveloped the entire space, resonating even more profoundly through the microphone she held delicately to her lips.
The room, once abuzz with the lively hum of music, cheer, and conversation, now sat in hushed silence, with everyone now hanging on every word and note that emanated from Hinata's lips.
"These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase,"
As the song reaches its crescendo, Hinata's voice ascends like a soaring bird, each note climbing higher and higher. Her vocal cords strain with controlled intensity, pouring emotion into every word.
This moment marked a musical apex, with Hinata's voice shouldering the song's profound emotion and intensity, mesmerizing the audience with the raw, soaring beauty of her performance.
"When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears,
And I held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me,"
The crowd gently erupted into cheers, phones lifted and waved in a display of admiration and support for Hinata's performance. Yet Hinata appeared undisturbed; in fact, she flawlessly synchronized with the underlying piano melody accompanying the rest of her song, without a single misstep.
Hinata found herself completely immersed in the music, drawn into the narrative, and the very essence of the lyrics of the song she sang.
Her eyes were closed and many times, she reached out for the crowd. Other times, her hands elegantly trailed along the microphone stand, and all the while, her cloak moved gently behind her.
In that moment, she was the embodiment of desire, a living work of art. She was not just some random woman in a sexy bunny suit; not just a guest singer, but instead, a force to be reckoned with, a siren whose allure was impossible to resist.
And Naruto certainly felt like he was stuck in a trance, one he could not break free of.
In an instant, all traces of sorrow seemed to melt away from him, ebbing away like a tranquil stream. The worries, the frustration, and the longing that previously burdened him because of Sakura, vanished completely as he surrendered to every note and verse, letting the grace of Hinata's singing wash over him.
"You used to captivate me by your resonating light,
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind,"
"Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me,"
Naruto experienced an inexplicable and growing attraction towards Hinata, intensifying with each note she sang. The song she performed, and its lyrics reached deep into his soul, resonating with him in a way that blew his mind. It was as though Hinata understood the same emotions he carried, infusing the song with raw, relatable sentiments.
It felt as if she was singing directly to him, and him alone.
"Oh my kami."
"Amazing, isn't she?" Yamato suddenly whispered, giving Naruto another pat on his shoulder.
Naruto nodded, his head wobbling like a bobblehead, "Wh-Who is she?" He whispered out in astonishment, his blue eyes transfixed on her through his fox mask, his mouth gaped.
Yamato let out a chuckle, his body leaning against the bar next to Naruto. He kept his brown eyes locked on Hinata while she sang, too, her voice providing a distant backdrop to their conversation.
The brown-haired bartender pointed at Hinata, the bunny woman on stage, "Ah yes, let me tell you all about Hinata Hyuga. She's a real gem, that one." Yamato announced with a wag of his finger.
"Hinata is an incredible singer, really talented. She's a familiar presence around Konoha, frequently performing at various venues and enchanting audiences with her beautiful voice. And let me tell ya," Yamato wagged his hand again, capturing Naruto's attention. Slowly, Naruto tore his gaze away from Hinata and turned to look back at the bartender, his eyes filled with a profound sense of astonishment.
Yamato scoffed playfully, "Hinata's not just your run-of-the-mill singer. People request her to perform at all sorts of events, and honestly, there are many who'd give anything to hear her sing."
"Holy shit." Naruto whistled, amazed to say the least. He was practically speechless, a little part of him was now happy that he took his friends' offer to come to this party, now that he'd witnessed such a masterpiece.
It was just what he needed.
Hinata's performance merely continued, a testament to her artistry and talent, as she poured her heart and soul into every lyric.
Every single one.
Hinata's presence on stage was utterly captivating, and her performance became a transcendent experience for all in attendance. It was a moment of pure magic, a fusion of talent, beauty, and grace that left an indelible mark on the hearts of those fortunate enough to witness her.
Leaving an indelible mark on Naruto.
Once the final note resonated and the last verse was sung, the room erupted in a chorus of cheers and applause, painting a radiant smile across the bunny woman's rosy lips.
"Thank you! Thank you for having me!" Hinata conveyed her gratitude into the microphone, with enthusiasm and confidence, "I hope you all enjoy the rest of your evening!"
With those words, she concluded her heartfelt message and gracefully bowed, a swift yet precise bend of the knees, and then...
she was gone.
She vanished from the stage as if she was never there, and the previous routine of blaring music, dancing, and applause swiftly resumed.
But the memory of her performance would never be forgotten, at least not in Naruto's mind. He sat there, on his chosen bar stool, feeling as if his soul had been rejuvenated, gazing endlessly at the spot where Hinata had once stood on the stage. And all the while, the echo of her performance replayed incessantly in his head.
He sat there, lost in a daze for a while, as he once again drifted away into his thoughts, becoming detached from the passing moments.
After some time, a chuckle escaped his lips, and he gradually regained control over his body, slowly emerging from his trance.
'Well, that was unexpected,' He thought with a snort. The blonde man swiveled within his chair to once again face the bar, where a line of empty tequila shots awaited him, now determined to add more to the row.
But, he was stopped in his tracks.
Out of the corner of his eye, to his left, he glimpsed a radiant white figure, impossible to overlook.
"Your performance was magnificent, Hinata-san, as always."
"Thank you, Yamato-san. You're always so generous."
"Of course, of course! Now, go on! Feel free to choose any beverage you wish for tonight, Hinata-san, it's on the house."
"Aww, you're too kind, Yamato-san. Arigatō! Demo, how can I possibly decide? There's so many fascinating choices and flavors, so many ways to get drunk!"
"Oh, you're just amusing, Hinata-san. Let's start you off with tequila, yes?"
"Hai, that sounds wonderful."
Naruto's entire world froze completely, wrapping him in a silence that was downright eerie. It was as if the universe itself held its breath.
Time stood still, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, and his breath growing shallow. It felt like fate had hit pause, briefly halting the relentless march of time.
That voice...
Naruto's eyes widened in disbelief as he turned his head to the left. For the second time that night, he was struck speechless, his heart pounding in his chest.
Beside him currently sat the illustrious guest of honor, none other than: Hinata Hyuga.
She occupied a stool just beside his own, an unexpected stroke of fate. Her face was still veiled by a masquerade mask, just like everyone else, but it was only hers that truly captivated him.
Her pearly white mask framed her porcelain face with regal beauty, revealing its true splendor up close. The craftsmanship was evident, making the mask a work of art—much like the woman wearing it.
Her features were delicate, framed by a cascade of dark blue hair, and her lavender eyes held a quiet depth that seemed to draw him in.
The soft glow of the ambient light accentuated the grace that emanated from her presence. Naruto was mesmerized, unable to tear his gaze away from her.
Hinata sat there, a sight akin to Red Riding Hood, yet her presence exuded neither innocence nor fragility. Instead, confidence and strength radiated from her every gesture. The white cloak enveloping her shoulders signified not vulnerability, but a defiant proclamation of her own authority.
She was so beautiful, even more so up close.
Naruto couldn't help himself; he needed to get her attention. After witnessing the perfection that had spilled from her lips, how could he not?
He grinned, swiveling upon his stool to squarely face her, casually draping an arm over the bar table, "Well, well, if it isn't the special little bunny herself; the star of the night, eh?"
Hinata's ears perked up at the emergence of the deep, husky voice beside her, its smooth timbre cutting through the music with startling clarity.
She turned her head, making eye contact with the individual who had chosen to represent the predator of the animal she had masqueraded as for the Wild Masquerade Halloween party.
Lavender met cerulean, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as if time itself had paused for both individuals—a strange occurrence they both noticed. With just a single look, two distinct worlds collided, igniting an undeniable attraction that pulsed between them.
Naruto's grin grew as he relished having caught the bunny woman's attention, "Ya know, I never thought there could be any resemblance between bunnies and sirens. But you, my dear, have just proved me wrong."
Much to his surprise, Hinata let out a genuine giggle in response to his cleverly disguised, and amusing compliment. She took a liking to it, her shoulders shaking due to her laughter.
Hinata shot him a warm smile, then reached for the tequila that had been poured for her.
"Ah, I gather you enjoyed my performance?" Hinata's smile broadened as she took a sip of her drink.
She let forth a subtle wince, hardly noticeable, "Arigatō, your compliment is greatly appreciated, sir-"
"Naruto."
"Hm?" Hinata's eyebrows rose, confusion etching her delicate features.
Naruto chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. He quickly chose to clarify his statement, to take away Hinata's confusion.
"Names Naruto, hun."
Hinata nodded, her eyes sparkling in response through her mask, "Ahh, yes, Naruto. What an intriguing name." She tilted her head, nibbling at her bottom lip, "I take it you know my name already, yes-?"
"Hell yeah, I do. After the performance you just put on, I don't think I'll ever forget it."
Hinata giggled once again, her cheeks flushing red. Placing her drink on the bar, her eyes were now brimming with interest as she studied every detail of this...Naruto fellow.
It was something about him that lured her in, that awakened an interest in her. She didn't know if it was his costume choice and how it perfectly complemented hers, or his smexy appearance in that well-kept beige suit of his, a striking contrast to the party's erotic theme.
Perhaps, it was because of his eyes.
Partially concealed by his fox mask, the blonde man's eyes maintained a vibrant allure, enchanting anyone who dared to meet their gaze. Her included.
The intricate design of his mask seemed to accentuate his cerulean eyes, amplifying their enchanting charm. Behind the playful guise of the fox, his eyes hinted at a mysterious depth, a glimpse of a wild, fiery spirit that peered back at her through the disguise.
Despite her efforts, Hinata just couldn't look away, feeling captivated by the alluring hold this mysterious blonde stranger had on her.
She bit her bottom lip, "Hm, tell me, Naruto-san..."
"Hm?"
"Are you enjoying the party tonight?" She inquired before confidently downing her tequila, whipping her head back to do so. Naruto's eyes widened at the sight of such an elegant woman effortlessly handling such a strong drink with so much poise.
His fascination with her grew even more. If that was even possible at this point.
Naruto clicked his tongue, shrugging, "Well, to be honest with you, sweetheart, I wasn't at first. When it comes to me, I'm not exactly the partying type, not one to be amongst the funk of the town, or hump my ass across the dance floor for the sake of having fun."
Hinata couldn't stifle a laugh at Naruto's comment, her hand moving to delicately cover her mouth in amusement.
Naruto grinned, "Yeah, sadly, my ass was dragged here by my friends; a persistent bunch they are, I tell ya. Wouldn't take no for an answer, even if it would have slapped them in their fucking grinning, shitty little faces-"
Naruto turned his head, drawn by the soft, uncontrollable giggles emanating from the woman seated beside him. Once again, Hinata's face lit up with tiny hints of joy.
Hinata's giggles, though small, were a beautiful symphony, a cascade of joy that painted her delicate features with radiant warmth. As her laughter danced through the air, it was as though the world itself brightened in response. Her lavender eyes sparkled like stars through her mask, and her soft, melodic laughter was a sweet serenade to Naruto's soul.
He was literally talking out of his ass, so tipsy and distorted, he knew if he stepped outside right now, he wouldn't be able to distinguish between the shimmering city lights and the stars above.
So, to be the source of Hinata's laughter filled him with indescribable happiness, as if he had unlocked a treasure of incomparable worth, a secret key to her heart.
It made him feel incredible.
He continued on with a smirk, "But," He tapped the table before him, "listening to your performance tonight, Hinata-san, has completely changed my mind. I am truly honored to be here and have witnessed such a fantastic masterpiece." He announced with astonishment, his face mirroring the awe he expressed while watching her sing.
Hinata's laughter quickly faded as she caught the shift in Naruto's tone. Instead, her cheeks warmed, her eyes widened, and her chest filled with immense warmth.
Naruto smiled, big and wide, "Arigatō gozaimas, Hinata-san. Your singing amazed me, touched me more than you know, and the lyrics..." Naruto cursed, shaking his head with exuberance, "holy shit, they just blew me away. Your performance was incredible, the best I've ever seen. So, I made a vow to myself to find you and thank you in person for gracing me with such a once-in-a-lifetime gift, Hinata-san."
Naruto's words of gratitude wash over Hinata like a gentle, replenishing rain after a long drought, soothing her parched soul. Each expression of appreciation felt like a tender drop of light, infusing her spirit with newfound vitality. His heartfelt thanks enveloped her in a warm, golden embrace, dispelling any lingering shadows of doubt or insecurity that dwelled in her heart.
In that moment, Hinata felt a profound sense of fulfillment and validation. It's as though all the hours of practice, the vulnerability of baring her soul through music, have culminated in this one instance of recognition. Each word from Naruto seemed to illuminate the depths of her talent and the positive impact she's had not only on him, but on the entire audience.
Such a shower of gratitude from Naruto didn't just wash over Hinata; it uplifted her spirits and drew them even closer together.
For Hinata, it was a moment of self-realization. She felt like she had not only accomplished her purpose but had indulged in her passion to touch the hearts of many. Her music, once a deeply personal endeavor, now resonates universally.
She felt immense satisfaction, knowing that her melodies have woven threads of emotion, leaving an indelible mark in the lives of those who have listened.
Then, as their eyes met, Naruto cast her a look so powerful and profound, that it's as if he was speaking volumes without uttering a single word.
Hinata's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in response to the intensity of his gaze. For a split second, she forgot how to speak, her red rosy lips momentarily parting and then closing in awe. At that moment, the silent exchange between them spoke louder than any words could convey.
Certainly, the two of them were like two ships passing in the night, once strangers whose paths had never crossed. Yet, in this fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding began to weave between them, like the tentative first strokes of a painter's brush on a fresh canvas.
The air seemed to hold its breath, the rowdy world around them fading away, allowing the space for their newfound connection to grow. The atmosphere crackled with subtle electricity, the promise of something uncharted and intriguing steadily rising on the horizon.
Something intriguing, indeed.
Hinata swallowed gently, making an effort to gather her thoughts, "A-Arigatō," She mumbled, before breaking into a bright smile, "oh my, y-you really have a way with words, Naruto-san. I'm grateful for all of them." She announced happily, "Are you a poet, a writer, perhaps?"
Naruto blushed and waved her off, attempting to conceal his flushed cheeks by turning away, "Hah, no, I wish I was that special, but no." He replied, shaking his head, his spiky blonde bangs swaying with the motion.
"This is just what happens when I get drunk. I tend to get...chatty." He groaned, picking up an empty tequila glass before him. He ran his eyes over it to appear occupied, but secretly, he was studying his own reflection in the glass, noticing the red blush on his whiskered cheeks.
It felt strange to him, blushing because of another woman.
He'd been in a relationship for three years, and he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be single, interacting with other women, and being open to all possibilities.
It was all unfamiliar territory for him.
"Ah, I see," Hinata responded, her voice seeming distant in his thoughts. She nodded, glancing down at the numerous empty tequila shots Naruto had unknowingly shared with the world, lined up before him.
Her lavender eyes widened, "Goodness! You say you're not much of a party person, but drinking that many shots certainly is a fine way to start one." Hinata declared, admiring the sight. In her eyes, Naruto appeared quite promising—a man who genuinely knew how to have fun.
She decided to indulge further, much to Naruto's delight.
She turned her body, waving her hand toward Yamato further down the bar to get his attention, in an effort to get a refilled glass.
Yamato noticed her right away.
"Keep the drinks coming, Yamato-san. And keep them coming for my new fox friend too!" Hinata cheered before giving Naruto a playful pat on the shoulder, a gesture that surprised him greatly. The electricity that rushed through his body from her touch was unmistakable, causing him to jolt involuntarily.
He could feel his cheeks warm up. Yet again.
Yamato chuckled, shaking his head, "Alright. Whatever you say, Hinata-san." He simply replied, before promptly serving Hinata and Naruto more drinks; tequila shots.
Hinata giggled, turning back to face Naruto. She tapped her finger on the bar's surface in excitement, pointing at Naruto's empty shots.
"Mind telling me what's got you so eager to finish so many of those?" She asked, her exuberant grin unwavering.
In the dim, misty atmosphere of the club, Hinata's face practically lit up like a thousand fires, captivating Naruto's attention.
Truly, he couldn't believe he was even talking to her. Just moments ago, Hinata seemed so far away, beyond his reach. Now, here she was, right before him, engaging in conversation with him as if they'd known each other for ages. It was a dream come true, and he wasn't about to let this moment slip away.
But...
Naruto let out a sigh as Hinata's previous question arose in his head causing him to remember shit that he wished not to. His smile instantly faded in response.
He lowered his head, burying himself momentarily in his blonde locks.
The bunny woman quickly picked up on the shift in the blonde man's demeanor. She backed off right away.
Her expression turned into a frown, and her initial excitement waned as she realized she received the wrong impression, "G-Gomen, please forgive me. I do not mean to pry. You don't have to tell m-"
"It's fine, Hinata-san. In fact..." Naruto's smile transformed in an instant, as he swiftly turned his head back to face her. It was only then, that a light bulb went off in his head.
He just had a brilliant idea; a way to get to know the beautiful Hinata Hyuga better.
With an ear-to-ear grin, he looked at her, a charming gaze that caused the fair woman's cheeks to darken a red hue.
"I have no problem sharing..." Naruto trailed off, "as long as you don't." He added, his tone charismatic, one eyebrow raised as he regarded the woman beside him.
He watched as Hinata jolted, her excitement rushing back, her facial features brightening as well but now, there was something different there. A twinkle of interest in her eye.
She gave him a casual shrug, her cloak swaying behind her, "Nope, I don't mind." She declared, puffing her chest with a confident hum, "I'm an open book, never one to be too reserved. So, feel free to ask me anything."
Naruto clicked his tongue, playfully waving his finger, "Ah-Ahh, but let's make it interesting with a drinking game, eh?"
Hinata gasped sharply, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, a dead giveaway to the intriguing sentiments she felt by the fox blonde's suggestion.
"A drinking g-game?"
Naruto nodded, his fox ears wobbling on his head, "I want to get to know you better, Hinata-san. You've piqued my interest, I can't deny that, and I'd like to take this opportunity to learn more about you. So, yes..."
Naruto exhaled, leaning back on his stool, "let's play a drinking game."
Hinata's features brightened, her lavender eyes twinkling as they locked onto his own blue gaze.
Oddly enough, she found herself thoroughly intrigued by the prospect of the drinking game the mysterious blonde was proposing.
Participating in the drinking game that was proposed to her, provided an opportunity to relish the moment and have a good time. Not only so, but it'll also quench her own curiosity about the enigmatic blonde concealed behind his fox mask.
The ache and desire to connect with this mysterious man tugged at her, drawing her closer to him. Deep down, she yearned to learn more about him, captivated by the aura of mystery that surrounded him.
Hinata wanted a chance to have fun, break free from the monotony of her routine, and indulge in the thrill of connecting with someone new, even if only for a night.
The allure of the drinking game seemed like the perfect catalyst for these desires, and it stirred within her a sense of anticipation and excitement she hadn't felt in a long time.
She hummed, lifting her head high—a gesture mirrored by Naruto in amusement.
Hinata giggled, her bunny ears wobbling, "A drinking game sounds intriguing, Naruto-san." She bit her lip, thumping the table with her crimson-colored fingernails, "What are the rules?"
Naruto scoffed playfully before leaning in closer to the midnight blue-haired woman, "Alright, here's how it goes," He began, carrying a mixture of mischief and solemnity as they explained the rules of the drinking game. His eyes bore into Hinata's, who carried a strong sense of anticipation within them.
Naruto pointed at himself and then, at Hinata, "Each of us takes a turn to share a personal misfortune, a secret we've held close. When you do, you take a sip. The idea is to bond through our shared experiences, and, well, let's be honest, have a bit of..."
Naruto's eyes narrowed.
"fun."
Hinata shuddered, her womanly hormones coming alive in reaction to the mere whisper of the blonde's last word.
His voice, dripping with a sultry cadence, slid over each of his words like velvet, sending shivers up and down her spine. Every syllable was laced with an intoxicating allure, drawing her in with an irresistible pull.
She hummed, leaning closer as well, "So, we're basically drinking to our misfortunes then?" She asked with a tilt of her head, not quite understanding.
Naruto found his cheeks growing warm at the adorable sight of the bunny woman expressing confusion. Her lavender eyes were squinted a bit through her mask, her head tilted, and her bunny ears on the top of her head drooping off to the side, giving and image of a real bunny.
Naruto shook his head, the smirk on his face remaining, "No, hun, we're saying "fuck you" to our misfortunes. With each sip, it's like we're shedding all the baggage that's held us down, all the chaos life has thrown our way. So!"
Naruto gave the bar's surface an enthusiastic smack before continuing, "we'll reveal our misfortunes, sip, and return it all with a big fat-"
"fuck you!!" Hinata cheerfully interjected, but her response drew the attention of a few bar guests, who gave her incredibly concerned looks due to her outburst—an oblivious endeavor that sailed right over her head.
However, Naruto noticed such looks, and it only added to the rush of amusement he was feeling. He burst into a fit of laughter, causing his whiskered cheeks to lift ever so slightly, granting Hinata a glimpse of them.
Her interest in the blonde man, sparked by his distinctive birthmarks, grew even more.
"Yeah, that's the spirit!" Naruto exclaimed with glee, laughing heartily. His lips spread wide, and numerous laughs spilled from his mouth. He held his stomach, swaying back and forth on his stool in a fit of hysteria.
Whoever said that laughter was the best medicine was a true scholar, because Naruto felt better already, the best he's felt in weeks.
Hinata couldn't help but giggle as well, joining in with the blonde's laughter. She was thoroughly enjoying her time with the blonde stranger, much to her surprise. Initially, she had only planned to have a few drinks after her performance and do some casual mingling. But now, she had no desire to talk to anyone else, only Naruto.
Especially since he had come up with such a clever drinking game to quickly liven things up between them. Just as she thought, the blonde was indeed...fun.
The bunny woman hummed, biting her lip, "Is that all?"
Naruto came down from his laughter at the delicate sound of the midnight blue-haired woman's voice. He finished off with a few chuckles before nodding, "Yes, that is all. But remember," Naruto wagged his finger, "this game is not about dwelling on the past, but rather, finding strength in our vulnerabilities. And of course, you do not have to share everything, only what you feel comfortable with, mkay?"
"Mkay." Hinata chimed in with a joyful sway of her body, gently rolling her hips in her seat.
Naruto's grin stretched, baring his canines. Seeing Hinata fully immersed in his game filled him with immense joy, radiating a comforting warmth in his heart and further immersing him in the therapeutic world of social interaction he so yearned for.
"Heh, you're quite brave, cottontail."
"And you know how to have a good time, my foxy friend." Hinata practically purred, extending her hand to give his tie a gentle tug, bringing him just a bit closer. Hinata's sudden and daring touch held a sensuality that fulfilled Naruto's pent-up desires, stirring him up more than he had anticipated.
He could have sworn he felt his "friend" in between his thighs respond with a twitch, responding in approval to the bunny woman before him, and awakening from its slumber.
"Mmm," Naruto moaned, before shifting his gaze to the array of drinks that Yamato was sliding down the bar table, stopping right in front of them.
He then chuckled, picking up one of the tequila shots.
"Well then, who's brave enough to start?"
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End Of Part 1
Notes:
Just a quick reminder! The song referenced in this story is not my own. It is "My Immortal" by Evanescence. You can listen to it on YouTube using this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqHKwjk6_Gk
Chapter 19: ❦Forbidden Pleasures #Pt. 2❦
Notes:
So, heh heh, here's part two of the Halloween special I started about a month and some, uh time ago...
Yeah, I'm aware Halloween is behind us—it's been weeks! I know we're in December now with Christmas just around the corner. I'm also thrilled that Nhmonth23 has kicked off, but lately, I've been swamped with college exams. This week and the next are all about exams for me, so I had to take a brief break from writing. However, I promise to jump back in and contribute my fair share after this. I'm incredibly excited about the ideas I've come up with for the event, and just a spoiler, they're all smutty goodness!
For now, enjoy this, and afterward, rest assured, I'll be focused on updating NHmonth2023 related prompts only! Love you all. Don't forget to drop a comment and leave kudos.
P.S. this chapter is a long one. Sawry.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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As the night wore on, the Wild Masquerade party maintained its relentless energy, an unending surge of music and laughter that seemed to pulse through every inch of the sprawling mansion.
People danced and drank until they dropped, pushing themselves to their limits, and surrendering themselves fully to the frenzy of the party. Some even decided to venture off, to explore the hidden corners of the mansion, accompanied by their newfound flings, seeking to bang in the numerous rooms that were available.
The party was a symphony of chaos and joy, a time when people shed their inhibitions and reveled in the freedom to embrace their wild sides.
But amidst the whirlwind of the Halloween celebration, Naruto and Hinata had fashioned a sanctuary for themselves.
Lost in conversation and their engaging drinking game, their laughter blended with the party's cacophony, strengthening their bond and bringing them closer than ever.
Still seated at the bar in the club room, Naruto and Hinata were now facing one another, their gazes filled with a raw openness that spoke volumes.
Vulnerability hung in the air, creating an atmosphere of trust and intimacy. The bar gleamed with a display of tequila shots, meticulously arranged in rows before them.
Ever watchful, Yamato ensured their glasses were never empty, a knowing smile accompanying every replenishment, fueling their ongoing drinking game.
The tequila acted as a powerful catalyst, emboldening them both to share their most intimate thoughts and experiences in this moment of shared solace amidst the revelry.
It was more than a drink; it was a symbol of their collective resilience, a tangible reminder that they were not alone in their struggles. The alcohol dissolved their inhibitions, granting them the courage to speak their unfiltered truths.
And in the midst of this, as they engaged in their drinking game, each sip was a bold declaration, a defiant "fuck you" to the misfortunes life had thrown their way.
They shed the confines of their costumes, transcending the superficial identities of fox and bunny. Beneath the surface, Naruto's playful spirit danced with Hinata's gentle strength, intertwining seamlessly. They unearthed the essence of each other, discovering the unique qualities and experiences that shaped them.
Their connection deepened with every passing moment, breaking free from the confines of the Wild Masquerade party and the costumes they wore.
Amidst the vibrant chaos, they both yearned for the comfort of a listening ear, someone who could offer solace for their worries and stresses.
And so, in each other, they had found that refuge.
Naruto lifted his shot glass, a playful glint in his eyes, and a warm, tipsy smile on his whiskered face, "Well, now that you've heard all the embarrassing misfortunes about me—getting bullied, failing my classes, causing trouble, and even my job struggles..."
"Y-Yeah?" Hinata replied with an adorable hiccup, which elicited a shared laugh from them both.
The spiky-haired blonde playfully shook his glass, his blue eyes meeting Hinata's through his fox mask. Hinata gazed back at him through her own mask, with a glimmer in her lavender eyes, never once removing her gaze from him.
After the numerous rounds of their game, their gaze now held the comfort of familiarity, as if they had known one another for ages.
Naruto smirked, "Heh, without a doubt, every one of the misfortunes I shared is embarrassing as hell and I'd gladly wipe them all from fucking existence if I could-"
"Same here, Naruto-san." Hinata chimed in with a tilt of her head, allowing her long hair to cascade down her shoulders. She reached over, giving his chest a playful push, prompting the blonde male to jolt back with a laugh.
"Don't take all the credit." She playfully teased, prompting Naruto to lean forward to give her a gentle push on the shoulder in return, which prompted a flurry of giggles from her.
"Trust me, I won't. Your misfortunes are just as embarrassing as mine, maybe a little too embarrassing, cottontail." Naruto teased back, Hinata's numerous confessions rising to the surface in his head all at once like a flood.
He shuddered at the very thought of her humorous—not so humorous misfortunes of her child and adolescent years; and even her numerous vocal mishaps during performances.
"Damn, Hinata-san, are you tryna kill a man from second-hand embarrassment?" Naruto playfully shuddered once more, his broad shoulders rippling in a wave, "Goddamn, I feel like I'm gonna shudder to death—"
He shuddered a third time, "heh, have a motherfucking seizure."
"Oh shut up, you big baka!"
Hinata chuckled and then playfully showered Naruto with a series of slaps on his arms and chest. The playful slaps were quick and scattered, causing Naruto to raise his hands defensively, dodging and ducking to protect his face.
"Gomen-ahh! Mercy, Hinata-san! Mercy!"
"Nope, no tap-outs! You deserve this!"
Hinata and Naruto laughed and playfully passed licks like carefree children, enjoying the moment together. Finally smiling, for them both, felt like a small miracle, a rare occurrence they both cherished. They managed to bring smiles to each other's faces, managing to grant one another the best medicine life could offer:
Laughter.
As the moment ultimately settled, Naruto mischievously gave Hinata one final push, putting an end to their playful fit and signifying their readiness to return to their drinking game.
But Naruto had a twist in mind.
Hinata stuck her tongue out at him in response, which widened Naruto's grin, revealing not only his gleaming teeth but also his sharpened canines.
"Well, that was fun-"
"So much fun!" Hinata emphasized with a joyful cheer.
Naruto chuckled, "Yeah. But I believe it's time for us to change gears and explore something a bit more..." He paused, playfully raising an eyebrow, his eyes locked onto Hinata's flushed face.
"...serious." He concluded, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
To his surprise, he observed how his words immediately sparked a surge of excitement in Hinata. She swayed upon her barstool, her voluptuous hips and chest moving in a joyful, exuberant dance, causing his manly urges to spring to life.
"Ooh yes, please do. Let's get serious, Naruto-san!" She exclaimed seductively with a drunken giggle. Her wobbling movements and heavy-lidded eyes were all telltale signs of her intoxication, an array of empty tequila shot glasses now lined up in front of her.
In this very moment, the barriers around Hinata's heart seemed to dissolve completely, allowing Naruto a glimpse into what truly lies hidden within.
She was drunk, and Naruto, too, was in the same boat. Both fucked up, still clinging to optimism, reluctant to let the moment slip away.
In Hinata, Naruto found a haven, a confidante to unburden his troubles, someone he felt safe enough to talk to.
He wanted her to understand the pain that resided in his heart, eager to shift their drinking game from light-hearted embarrassments to something more....
profound.
The spiky-haired blonde exhaled deeply, struggling to collect his thoughts through the haze of his intoxicated mind. He wanted to be certain about the decision to delve into more serious matters.
He wanted to be absolutely sure with himself that he was ready.
However, his intention was overruled by the impulse of his own mouth, which seemed to have a mind of its own.
He gave the bunny woman a nod, "Alright then, Hinata-san, if you wanna get serious, let's get serious then!" He declared with a smack on the bar surface, causing Hinata to giggle hysterically once more, her red rosy lips spreading wider to make way for her pearly white teeth.
"Yes, just hit me!" Hinata declared with a beckon of her painted fingers, "Don't hold back, my dear Naruto-san. I'm here to listen, after all."
She shrugged, shimmering her shoulders, "It's better to let it out than keep it in, right?"
"Yeah," Naruto whispered, his once playful smirk replaced by a somber expression, as the weight of his request settled in. His cerulean eyes grew solemn, reflecting the seriousness of the moment.
He lowered his gaze to the smooth ceramic surface of the bar, his spiky hair falling to partially obscure his face, "Letting it out is exactly what I need right now." He confessed, his words a soft mumble. In their close proximity, however, Hinata caught his vulnerable admission, gaining further insight into the troubles that still weighed on his heart.
The sparkle of joy and excitement in Hinata's eyes dimmed, replaced by a furrowed brow and a pout on her lips.
Leaning forward, she reached out to gently clutch Naruto's hand, which now grasped another tequila shot.
Naruto's body jolted at the warmth of her touch, his head lifting to meet her gaze with a surprised gasp.
She offered him a comforting smile, tilting her head, causing her midnight blue hair to cascade down her frame, "It's okay, Naruto-san," She reassured him, "whatever is weighing on you, know that I'm here for you, ready to listen to every word."
Her touch was gentle against his knuckles, a reassuring caress.
With her other hand, she pressed against her own chest, giving it a comforting pat, just over her bunny corset, "I carry my own share of pain, Naruto-san, many misfortunes. You're not alone, and just know that I no longer feel alone either with you by my side."
Hinata then moved her hand away from his and brushed his blonde bangs from his face. Her fingers lingered, delicately tracing the contours of his firm jawline, brushing against the unique whisker marks on his cheeks that peeked out from behind his mask.
Hinata's gentle touch against his cheeks filled Naruto with warmth, an intimate connection that stirred something deep within him.
He smiled, a mix of gratitude, vulnerability, and a hint of something more.
In that moment, a little part of Naruto yearned for a closeness that went beyond words, an unspoken invitation to share and open up to someone in a way he hadn't allowed himself to ever before.
But despite feeling this internal tug, however, Naruto found himself hesitating to open his heart, to embrace the newfound emotions he felt.
Questions began to swirl in his mind.
What was this feeling stirring inside him?
Was it love? Longing for someone else?
Was he even prepared to open his heart again?
What if he faced the pain of heartbreak once more?
The corners of his previous smile gradually dropped as the raging thoughts of doubt and distrust steadily spiraled within.
And in a protective instinct, Naruto moved away from Hinata's caressing fingers, creating a bit of distance between them. He couldn't deny the emotions within him, nor the uncertainty that clouded his mind.
He just couldn't forget...
Hinata frowned at the sight of Naruto moving away from her touch, her heart heavy with a fleeting sense of disappointment. She had felt a genuine connection between them, a warmth of something more and yearned so badly for it to go further.
But...
She allowed Naruto his space, scolding herself for being too hasty, and she withdrew her hand, placing it on her lap.
"Gomen, N-Naruto-san-"
"I had a girlfriend." He mumbled, beginning his serious misfortune. He did so while looking away, gritting his teeth, and pinching the edges of his tequila shot tighter.
"My girlfriend, she..." He hesitated before continuing, "She cheated on me, left me high and dry after I practically busted my ass for three years to keep our relationship afloat."
Tears welled in Naruto's eyes, his voice strained by his building emotions, "Her name's Sakura, Sakura Haruno. Known her my whole life. She was the popular type; hot, sassy, smart, fuck," Naruto cursed, shaking his head, once again conjuring the memory of his ex's beauty, the image of her before the storm resurfacing in his mind.
He let out a sigh, "She was the kind of girl every guy dreamed of, and I never thought someone like her would be interested in a fuck up like me, but..."
Naruto scoffed, scoffing at his own gullibleness, "she did. She wanted me
and I fell for it, like the baka that I am-"
"It wasn't your fault." Hinata blurted out with furrowed brows, her head shaking and causing the rabbit ears on the top of her head to wobble, her cloak and hair swaying along as well, "Y-You didn't know, you can't blame yourself for that-"
Naruto's smile was bittersweet as he gazed back at the beautiful woman before him, his heart aching, "I wish. I really wish that was true, Hinata-san, but I saw all the signs. I saw the red fucking flags and I blatantly chose to ignore them, merely so I can have her—so I could convince myself I was worthy of love and attention from someone like Sakura."
Naruto scoffed again, directing his head up toward the ceiling, "What a baka I was."
A tear trailed down his cheek, just below his mask. But he quickly wiped it away.
"So yeah, Sakura-chan became my girlfriend and I was absolutely thrilled—like on top of the fucking world thrilled." Naruto boasted in a grim tone, rattling his hands about.
"The three years I spent with her were amazing. Sakura-chan taught me many things: love, vulnerability, and just how to be a good boyfriend; a man."
He sighed, lost in his memories, "Sakura-chan was my first love, and the very first woman I had sex with, making those years truly special for me. But,"
He sniffed, shaking his head as if he's still in disbelief, "it was all a lie. She didn't love me. I was just a plaything to her, someone to pass the time with. Heh, I only know this because she said it straight to my fucking face."
More tears flowed as Naruto expressed his heartache, revealing the turmoil in his heart, "I loved her, and she left me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't convince her to stay."
He shook his head, "She broke me in ways I never thought was possible and now, I am no longer the person I once was—no longer recognizable to myself when I look in the mirror."
Naruto cursed, shrugging, "I'm fucked."
He let out a growl before he picked up his tequila shot and downed it without a second thought, gulping it down in one.
"So I say, fuck that, and fuck her."
Hinata frowned deeply, her heart aching for Naruto. Listening to his tale of betrayal and heartbreak, of being abandoned by someone he loved and cared for regardless of his feelings or actions, stirred deep sympathy within her.
He's a good man who had opened himself up to love, only to be met with heartbreak and disappointment, a punishment that he didn't deserve. No one deserves.
With his relationship now a thing of the past, his dreams shattered, and the woman he adored having left him behind, it was evident that all his kindness, his acts of chivalry, and genuineness had gone unreciprocated.
It's just not fair.
Not fair at all.
Hinata's compassion for Naruto ran deep. She yearned nothing more than to mend Naruto's wounded heart, to wipe away the sadness that weighed on him, and to offer him the intimacy he craved—a connection she, too, had been missing.
The bunny woman's breath quivered, "Oh my kami, g-gomen, Naruto-san. My heart aches for you, aches to hear the pain you must be going through. You don't deserve that," She shook her head, "you don't."
She sniffed, holding back tears, "You're a good man, Naruto-san, with a pure heart. You deserve someone who sees your worth and cherishes it. I assure you," Hinata smiled faintly, nodding, "the pain you feel will fade with time, and you'll find someone who truly appreciates you." She reassured, reaching out to gently pat his chest, just upon his broken heart.
Hinata's smile widened, causing Naruto's breath to shake.
Her smile was like a beacon of warmth, directed straight at him and only him. It made him feel seen, valued, and worthy of love.
Her gaze held a gentle intensity, as if she saw into the depths of his soul, and at that moment, Naruto knew he was in the presence of someone truly special. Hinata's smile was a gift, a reminder that he deserved happiness.
He deserved it.
Hinata's heart leaped at the sight of reassurance in Naruto's cerulean eyes, a sign that he was regaining his self-assurance and no longer allowing heartache and the events of the past to bring him down.
"You have so much love in your heart, Naruto-san, so much of it to give, and it will find its way back to you, brighter and more beautiful than ever before."
As Hinata spoke, Naruto experienced a profound sense of healing, as if his very spirit was being rejuvenated.
At that moment, he sensed Sakura's lingering presence in his mind grow distant, as if her hold on him was weakening. His heart began to mend, piece by piece, finding its way back together.
Hinata's heartfelt words acted as a soothing balm, mending the fractures within him and bringing a newfound sense of inner peace.
Naruto's eyes glistened with tears, yet a grateful smile played on his lips, a bright smile he directed at Hinata, due to her selfless act of listening and speaking the words he had for many weeks longed to hear.
He always thought it was his fault, after all—the reason Sakura left him.
He always thought he was undeserving of love.
But, that is not the case.
Naruto's smile grew bigger, in disbelief at the enchanting woman before him, "Arigatō, Hinata-san. Your words mean more to me than you could ever know. It's been rough these past few weeks, but now..."
Now it was Naruto's turn to reciprocate Hinata's earlier gesture. He gently took her hand from her lap and began to caress it with his thumb.
"You're here, and that's all I could ever wish for." He breathed out with a smile that took Hinata's breath away, deepening the rosy hue on her cheeks.
With each stroke of his thumb, Naruto's smile and his tender touch ignited a wave of joy within Hinata. She felt tingles of bliss travel down her spine, secretly relishing these subtle yet intimate moments she had so desperately yearned for.
Her lavender eyes were drawn to Naruto's thumb as it continued to trace delicate patterns across her hand; a sensation of pure bliss.
But she couldn't deny...
The feeling of Naruto's touch, the genuine warmth of his smile, and the affectionate gaze he directed her way, all from the face of someone else, snapped her back to the situation at hand.
Biting her lip, Hinata knew it was her turn to share her own tale of misfortune, a burden she wished she didn't have to carry every single day.
It was now her turn to frown.
"I-I have a husband." She blurted out without a second thought, causing Naruto to instantly put a stop to his caressing. In fact, he yanked himself away from her, his hand recoiling as if he had touched a scalding surface.
Behind his mask, his cerulean eyes grew wide, a bewildered mix of surprise and disbelief becoming evident on his face.
"Holy shit," He cursed, quickly scanning her face for confirmation. But the unmistakable presence of shame and guilt that was there left no room for doubt.
"I-I didn't expect... that."
Naruto paused, his eyebrows creasing as he replayed her words in his mind, "Wait, y-you said have..."
Once more, Naruto felt his heart shatter, his breath quickening, "You have a husband—like present tense?"
"It's not what you think!" Hinata hastily confessed, her heart aching at the weight of her secret, one she considered a significant misfortune in her life.
Naruto's eyes narrowed, but he kept silent, giving the floor for Hinata to explain herself.
He observed as she fidgeted with the ruffles of her bunny costume, her head lowered in contemplation.
Hinata's expression tightened, her lips forming a pout, "Yes, I-I am married, Naruto-san," She admitted, her voice tinged with frustration, "but to a complete asshole."
The words spilled out, a mixture of anger and pain coursing through her. She took a moment to steady her breath, her chest rising and falling unevenly.
Lifting her head to meet Naruto's gaze, Hinata's frown deepened, "His name is Toneri," She declared, the name carrying a weight of bitterness, "Toneri Otsutsuki. He's a wealthy councilman, but that's about all he's worth."
She paused, her eyes flickering with a mix of defiance and vulnerability, "Our marriage... it's been a struggle, to say the least."
Hinata's gaze turned distant, as if reluctant to go on, "Toneri, my h-husband, is a part of the National Diet, the council body of Konoha, the House of Councillors, or rather..."
Hinata cleared her throat, "Sangiin, it is called." She elaborated, providing Naruto with additional context about her husband, or rather about her marital misfortunes.
"Toneri is entrusted with the responsibility of representing the people, of working for the betterment of the community of Konoha. But all he cares about are his own ambitions. His presence in the council chamber of Sangiin is supposed to command respect, to serve the greater good. Instead, he uses it to further his own interests."
Her lavender eyes met Naruto's, their depths revealing a painful truth, "He doesn't love me. To him, I'm just a trophy wife, a status symbol he can flaunt in front of the public to gain more votes, more attention, anything he desires."
A heavy sigh escaped her lips, carrying the weight of her confinement, "Toneri expects me to be nothing more than a housewife, to obey his every command without question. He denies me the very things that bring me joy, like singing." She announced with tears brimming her eyes, "He denies my passion for singing, attempting to stifle my voice, my talents, restricting me from pursuits beyond his control."
Naruto's eyes widened in horror, his heart-shattering in his chest at Hinata's shared revelation. She was now opening his eyes to the true pain that resided inside her—that lay behind her smiling face, and passionate voice. Now he was beginning to see how she could instill such power and emotion into her singing.
Hinata harbored so much pain.
"Oh Hinata-san." He breathed out in sorrow, his fingers itching to touch her, hold her, to comfort her. But he remained put, allowing her to freely unburden her heart.
A tear traced a path down her cheek, but she quickly brushed it away, "In my husband's eyes, my presence around Konoha, singing and entertaining, would only tarnish his reputation, cast him as a man with an attention-seeking wh-whore as a wife; a wife that's forgotten her place, that's forgotten that she amounts to nothing."
Hinata's voice quivered with a mix of sadness and resignation, "And yes," Hinata added on, "Toneri provides for me, grants me everything I could possibly need or w-want. But what worth does that hold if I'm not truly happy?"
Hinata sniffed, "If I feel trapped?"
The vulnerability that resided in her eyes at that very moment laid bare the complexity of her situation, the pain of being torn between her own desires and the harsh reality of her circumstances.
Naruto's heart clenched in his chest as he listened to Hinata speak, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration, and despair.
His blonde brows furrowed in concern, his eyes filled with empathy for the woman before him. He could see the turmoil in her eyes through her mask, the pain of being trapped in a situation that seemed impossible to escape.
Every word she uttered seemed to chip away at his own sense of helplessness. It was as if he could feel her struggle deep within his own chest. He wanted to reach out and offer her a way out, to tell her that she deserved so much more than what she was enduring.
Not only that, but a rush of anger began to flare within him, aimed at Toneri, a man who seemed blind to the treasure he had in Hinata. It was infuriating to think that someone could be so callous, so indifferent to the feelings of someone as genuine and caring as her. As someone as perfect as she is.
In that instant, Naruto's protective instincts surged within him. He longed so badly to shield Hinata from all the pain she felt, to grant her the freedom from her toxic relationship, so she could seek her own happiness.
He wanted that for Hinata, strongly, he did.
And having this desire served as a powerful reminder of how deeply he had come to care for her, and how fervently he wished to witness her flourish, to see her receive the love and respect she was truly worthy of.
Perhaps it was the influence of the alcohol, or the echoes of his own past heartache that amplified such emotions, but Naruto couldn't deny them. He couldn't suppress what he felt, what had grown within him for Hinata.
His gaze never wavered as Hinata turned away, reaching for another tequila shot, "So, I-I need this..."
Her voice held a raspy edge, and with resolve, she downed the tequila, tilting her head back to drain every drop of the fiery liquid. It was a physical act of defiance, a resounding "fuck you" to Toneri and the toxic bonds of her marriage.
And Naruto watched in silence as Hinata downed her tequila shot, observing her with a mixture of concern and understanding.
Only when she had finished, and placed her tequila glass back down, did he find his body moving on its own. He reached for her, gently to grasp a hold of her chin, to touch her as he so desired.
Her skin was soft to the touch, like the petals of a delicate flower, as he gently cupped his fingers around her chin. He turned her towards him, only to be met with the sight of more tears streaming down her face, below her mask, and her lavender eyes now bloodshot, brimming with pain.
So much pain.
It was a stark realization that she, too, was hurting, just as he was. They both shared the same pain, their hearts ensnared by individuals who were undeserving of their love.
Naruto frowned as he witnessed the ceaseless flow of tears streaming down from her mask, slipping down her cheeks and down her chin. He sought to rid her of them by running his thumb across her visible cheeks, to gather such tears and wipe them away.
"Hinata-chan, listen to me," Naruto exhaled, now speaking to her with a newfound intimacy, a reflection of their deepening connection. Hinata quickly picked up on the shift, her eyes widening in response.
Naruto's brow furrowed as he spoke, "You're flawless, completely and utterly so."
The blonde's words paused as he just marveled her, letting out a passionate sigh from deep within. He shook his head, preparing to reveal his innermost confessions.
"When I initially arrived at this party, I was filled with so much anger, completely out of control due to my ex, Hinata-chan. I felt so lost, but..." He trailed off with eyes brimming with emotion, a blend of sadness and turmoil within, yet something brighter was also present.
Naruto beamed, expressing a precious smile, "when I first saw you," He gestured towards the stage in the distance with a finger, his gaze locked on hers, "when you stood up there on that stage, I knew that I was staring at true perfection, a delicacy, unlike anything I've ever seen before. Your voice saved me, Hinata-chan, you, saved me." Naruto emphasized with passion.
"You possess a talent that's uniquely yours. Something that no one can ever steal from you, not Toneri, not anyone." Naruto declared with solemnity in his voice, his features tight and stern as he poured his heart out to Hinata, to help regain the strength inside of her, to be the strength for her.
"You're here now, at this very moment, just shows how strong you are. It shows that you are not constrained to Toneri; not trapped. You hold the strength to find your own happiness even through tough times. You sing, because it sets you free. It brings you joy, and it's a part of who you are; who you've always meant to be." Naruto declared once more, gripping the front of his tux with one hand.
"I have seen it. I have felt it."
Naruto removed his hand from his chest to gently cup Hinata's right cheek, treating her like the precious masterpiece she truly is.
He smiled down at the woman before him, captivated by the beauty in his grasp, both sensing an irresistible connection that neither of them could deny.
"You deserve to be happy, Hinata-chan. You deserve to be with someone who cherishes every piece of you, who supports your dreams and passions without reservation."
Hinata gasped in relation, her heart racing with a mixture of emotions as she just took in Naruto's heartfelt words. His sincerity and unwavering support washed over her like a comforting embrace, filling her with a newfound sense of hope and belonging.
A warmth spread through her chest, dispelling the cold tendrils of despair that had gripped her heart for so long. For the first time in a while, she felt truly valued, her talents and aspirations acknowledged and celebrated.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but this time they were different. They were tears of gratitude, of relief, of a profound connection forged amid shared pain and understanding. Hinata now knew she wasn't alone in her struggles, and that knowledge alone was a balm to her wounded soul.
Naruto's voice echoed with unwavering resolve, his gaze brimming with sincerity. He went on, "I may not hold the title of a renowned councilman, or have wealth, or even have a fucking 1000 IQ level-"
His remark caused Hinata to giggle faintly, and Naruto couldn't help but laugh in response—a gentle harmony of mutual amusement shared between them.
"But," He insisted, "I'm willing to be the man who loves you for you. I'm willing to be the one who encourages you to embrace your true self—the part of you that doesn't have to hide, the part that can find happiness without resorting to sneaking behind your husband's back—the you that need not hide behind a mask..."
With a comforting touch, Naruto leaned in, extending his hands toward her mask. He watched as Hinata flinched.
Naruto smiled faintly, "It's okay, Hinata-chan. I'll remove mine as well."
At that moment, his fingers carefully sought Hinata's white mask, gently unclasping it from around her head. Simultaneously, Naruto replicated the motion, delicately removing his own mask and exposing the entirety of his face.
He lifted his fox mask from his eyes, bringing it up his face and over his head. He did the same for Hinata's mask, placing both gently on the bar's surface, fulfilling their unspoken desires to witness each other without their masks.
Once their masks fell away, and what lay behind them was revealed, the two found their hearts skipping several beats, setting their love organs into joyful acrobatics.
Furthermore, a blend of relief and mutual understanding flowed between them, creating a connection that transcended the masks they had worn and drew them ever closer together.
Hinata stared in awe, her cheeks flushing, as she observed the man before her. Naruto's remarkable blend of charm, handsomeness, and charisma not only captured her attention but also dominated her head, filling her mind with thoughts of him and him alone.
His allure sparked a surge of womanly hormones within her, setting her entire body beneath her bunny suit ablaze.
Naruto's vivid blue eyes locked onto hers with unwavering intent, their intensity striking her with full force. A grin spread across his tan face, tugging at his whisker-marked cheeks, nose, ears, and forehead. His blonde bangs, now free, brushed gently against his nose, giving him an almost fox-like appearance.
Hinata's breath seemed to abandon her, trapped in the depths of her throat as she beheld the masterpiece before her, leaving her utterly speechless.
Simultaneously, Naruto was equally stunned, his mouth agape.
At last, his long-held desire came true as he beheld the entirety of Hinata's face, a dream he had harbored ever since he first laid eyes on her.
And truly, Hinata proved to be as stunning as he had assumed her to be—a rare gem that, upon unveiling, radiated an even more captivating beauty, like a blossoming flower revealing its intricate petals in full bloom.
Moreover, Hinata oddly embodied her costume more than ever, resembling a bunny with her snow-pale skin, her little button nose, and even more captivating lavender eyes now free from her mask. Her skin radiated a healthy glow, and a crimson blush adorned her cheeks and nose—a sight that rendered her utterly adorable in Naruto's eyes.
He, too, was left speechless, captivated by the breathtaking sight before him.
Naruto let out a soft chuckle before reaching out to tenderly cupping her cheek once again, "Oh kami. You're truly beautiful, Hinata-chan," He breathed out, in awe.
"And you're truly handsome, Naruto-kun," She whispered, a sparkle in her lavender eyes as she looked up at Naruto, scanning every inch of him. She pressed her forehead against his, yearning to feel him close.
Naruto sighed softly, savoring the feel of Hinata's skin against his. It was all the encouragement he needed to continue with his heartfelt declaration.
"Hinata-chan, my sole desire is to bring happiness to you, to witness that beautiful smile on your face again and again. I'm more than willing to indulge in the passions that bring you joy, cherishing you just as you've always wished to be cherished. I aim to provide you with everything you deserve—the intimacy you've been longing for, the love you yearn for. I want to offer it all to you..."
Naruto's fingers traced her cheeks tenderly, his piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, "I want to give it all to you tonight, tomorrow, and every day after, if you'll allow me. I'll take care of you, ease your pain, and provide you with so much more, Hinata-chan."
In response to Naruto's heartfelt declaration, a wave of joy surged through Hinata, and she couldn't contain the delighted cry that escaped her. It was a sound of pure happiness resonating in the air, echoing the profound emotions she harbored deep inside. Her heart felt renewed, finally spoken to and nurtured in the way it had always needed.
She reached for Naruto's hands enthusiastically, laying them over his own that cupped her cheeks, the warmth of their connection providing a sense of comfort and assurance to them both.
"Oh Naruto-kun," She breathed, her voice filled with affection and admiration, "You should really be a poet." She teased against his lips, playfully referring to his earlier comment and once again marveling at his choice of words.
Naruto couldn't help but laugh in amusement, the sound rich and genuine, "Hell yeah, I really should, shouldn't I?" He teased back, causing the bunny woman to laugh.
Naruto's gaze lay fixed on Hinata, captivated by the sight before him.
As laughter bubbled forth from her, he watched in awe. Her pale features lit up, the glow of the bar's lights casting a soft, warm hue on her delicate complexion. Her eyes closed in sheer delight, the crinkles at the corners revealing the depth of her joy. Her mouth curved into a genuine smile, unburdened by any trace of reservation or constraint.
At that moment, Naruto couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of admiration. Hinata looked the most beautiful to him when she allowed herself to be entirely free, when she let happiness wash over her and embraced it wholeheartedly.
Her genuine expression of joy was like a beacon of light, illuminating the world around her and captivating anyone lucky enough to witness it. It was a sight he would cherish, a memory he would carry with him forever.
He smiled, caressing her cheeks, "But I meant it all, every word."
Hinata's eyes fluttered back open and she granted Naruto a bright smile, meeting his gaze with unwavering sincerity, "I know, and I appreciate every one of them. I want you too, and I want you now, Naruto-kun."
Naruto's response was swift and certain, mirroring her sentiments, "I want you too, Hinata-chan."
With that unspoken agreement, they leaned in towards each other, their lips meeting in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. It was a moment of shared desire, a culmination of the connection they had forged through their candid confessions.
At that moment, Hinata knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted to be with Naruto. She wanted him for tonight, for every tomorrow, and for all the days that followed. She wanted him, but not only for her sake, but for his as well.
She wanted to be the woman who healed his heartache, who never left him for another, who cherished and appreciated his love in every way possible.
Just as he longed to be her savior, she wished to be his.
Their exchange of affection was a mutual promise of salvation, a pledge to be each other's refuge in a world that had often shown them its harshest facets.
Thanks to their candid drinking game, they had bared their souls, revealing every secret, every mistake, and every misfortune that had shaped them. They had shown one another their scars, the hidden pain they carried, and the tears they had shed away from the rest of the world.
Yes, they wanted one another, more than anything.
The kiss between the two was what they needed. It felt good to them both to feel the warmth of their lips crashing against one another, the closeness of their bodies, and the affirmation of their newfound connection.
Their mouths moved with a growing urgency, a mutual desire to escape the weight of their burdens, to find solace in each other.
Their tongues danced in a fevered rhythm, slapping against the other, saliva mixed, and hands roaming. Each touch of their lips was a reassurance, a step closer for their hearts to be mended and healed, and their burdens to be completely forgotten.
If it only meant for the moment or the night, they didn't care. They just wanted it all gone .
Their moans blended together, drowning out everything else, even the boisterous party cheers, the clinking of drinks, and the blaring music.
They kissed until they couldn't kiss anymore, until all the air in their lungs ran out and their lips grew numb.
And so, reluctantly they leaned away, pressing their forehead against one another, panting with smiles on their faces.
Naruto hummed, nodding his head toward the exit of the party.
"Come on, let's get out of here." He moaned, his words laced with a suggestive undertone, alluding to something naughty and kinky—a desire that Hinata longed for more than anything.
She could practically feel her body, no, her pussy calling for Naruto, begging to be touched and catered to. Finally.
Hinata grinned, planting a few more kisses on Naruto's lips, unintentionally smudging her lipstick and leaving traces of it on his tan skin. But Naruto didn't seem to care.
"That sounds like a delightful idea," Hinata added, casting a mischievous glance toward the exit of the club room, "They never said anything about the rooms being off-limits, did they?" She rhetorically said with a sensual shrug.
Naruto laughed heartily, "Hmm, I don't think so." He declared, thoroughly entertained by the idea, "and if they did, who the fuck cares."
Hinata giggled and playfully flicked one of his fox ears on top of his head, watching it wiggle. Her gesture brought another round of laughter from the tipsy blonde.
"Naughty fox."
"Sexy bunny."
Hinata giggled, nodding her head one last time.
"Mmm, let's go have some more fun, Naruto-kun."
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Amid the Wild Masquerade's pulsating fervor, Hinata and Naruto, their hearts intimately connected and their desires aflame, chose to exit the club room, leaving the bar in their wake.
Fueled by the tequila coursing through their veins and the profound bond they had nurtured throughout the evening, they ascended the grand staircase of the expansive mansion with eager but unsteady steps.
Amusingly, they both stumbled and tripped on a few steps while going up, but each ensured to support the other, pulling them back up to their feet with cheerful laughter.
Their hands remained tightly clasped, fingers interlocked in an ardent embrace, smiles adorning their faces as they left behind the cares of the party they attended. No longer were their thoughts burdened by their misfortunes—Naruto's ex and Hinata's husband.
Now, their focus was solely on each other, driven by the intense desire to satisfy not only each other's long-held yearnings but also to undertake the task of mending each other's hearts.
The anticipation in the air was palpable, and the sparks of chemistry between them lit up their path with each step they took. Every step.
After a few more stumbles and trips, the two drunk adults reached the pinnacle of the grand staircase, and without hesitation, they hurried to the first vacant room they spotted on the floor.
Naruto's hand reached out, grasping a brass knob of a nearby door, and they burst into a random room in the party mansion—one as spacious and welcoming as it was enchanting.
The spacious room boasted high ceilings and large, ornate windows that allowed moonlight to flood in, casting ethereal glows across the space.
And upon entering the room, they wasted no time in closing the door, immersing themselves in the much-needed alone time they now have, quickly seeking each other's touch.
"Mmm, come here, my sexy bunny." Naruto murmured with a beckon of his finger, squinting his eyes sexily at the midnight blue-haired woman before him, now happy to finally have her all to himself.
Even with his mind clouded, it didn't prevent the perverted, freaky shit that occupied his thoughts, his body completely unstrained in manifesting such desires into reality now that the door was closed and he was finally all alone with the woman of his dreams.
Now, he can finally enjoy himself tonight.
And so can Hinata.
Her laughter echoed in the room as she advanced, her white cloak billowing behind her. Boldly, she stepped closer to him in those sexy high heels of hers, biting her lip with anticipation.
"Mmm, and come I shall." She purred seductively.
Naruto's eyes narrowed.
The blonde licked his lips, "Fuck yeah." He breathed, before excitedly closing the distance between them, capturing her lips with his own.
Their lips collided with a powerful force, a force so immense that it caused both of their breaths to hitch, their hearts beating perfectly in sync.
It was the second time they kissed, and it was just as heavenly as the first, evoking a substantial surge of dopamine that seized control of their already intoxicated bodies, further disorienting the two. But they didn't care.
They embraced such sensations.
They embraced each other, exchanging wholehearted kisses, without a hint of hesitation or displeasure toward the other.
No.
The kiss was authentic, filled with genuine emotions from both sides, making it absolutely epic for them both—a kiss that was undeniably life-changing.
Their kiss was truly an electric exchange, a fervent meeting of souls that spoke volumes in silence.
Hinata's nimble fingers deftly navigated through Naruto's tousled hair, their softness and precision sending delightful shivers down his spine. Her touch conveyed a silent urgency, encouraging him to draw nearer with each tender stroke.
Simultaneously, Naruto's hands embarked on an exploratory journey across Hinata's own body.
They traced the subtle contours of her form, mapping the graceful rise and fall of her waist, the gentle curves of her hips, and the elegant sweep of her back. With each caress, he unraveled the intricacies of the physique she hid underneath her costume, guided by her subtle moans and sighs that encouraged him to continue.
His fingertips painted a portrait of her, illustrating the profound admiration he held for her, one touch at a time.
Both Naruto and Hinata were driven by an unquenchable desire to explore every inch of each other's bodies, a fervent longing to rediscover and enliven the neglected regions of them, fueled by the ecstasy of their intimate touch.
Their mutual yearning spurred them to embark on a frenzied journey of discovery, their hands in a fervent rush to map the uncharted territories that held the secrets of their passion.
But as their hands moved about, their lips and heads certainly did too.
Their passionate kiss escalated with an intense exchange of fervor. Their heads moved wildly, back and forth, seeking to deepen their kiss, while their lips pressed ardently together, creating a fiery fusion of warmth.
Their mouths hung open, inviting their tongues to delve inside and entwine, savoring the lingering taste of tequila on each other's palates. Saliva trickled down their chins as they playfully flicked, caressed, and swirled their sopping wet tongues together in a tantalizing game.
Unrestrained moans escaped their lips as they indulged in the passionate exchange, embracing the intimacy of French kissing and succumbing to their desires.
They were insatiable, driven by their unquenchable desire, and now that they finally had each other, nothing else mattered in the world.
Nothing else.
They continued to kiss like it was their last, their messy lips locked together as if in an endless embrace.
But eventually, the need for air overpowered even their longing.
With breathless urgency, they separated, a delicate gossamer strand of saliva briefly linking them before snapping. Their chests rose and fell, evidence of the intensity of their passionate kiss.
"Mmm," Naruto breathed against Hinata's lips, his hands roaming along her hips, just over her silk cloak, "your lips taste fucking divine, cottontail."
"Kissing you isn't half bad either," Hinata breathed back, "makes my pussy all tingly."
Naruto chuckled, his hands gently caressing her backside in circular motions. "Oh, sweetheart, just you wait. I'll do more than make that pussy of yours tingle." He declared with a sensually narrowed gaze, "I promise to ensure that every part of you is completely satisfied tonight, Hinata-chan. Don't worry; I'll gladly do what your lame ass husband refuses."
Hinata giggled, her cheeks flushed, thoroughly enjoying Naruto's dominant suggestion, "Mmm, yes, I love that Naruto-kun. Tell me. Tell me all that you desire to do that my husband cannot," She bit her lip, swaying her hips within his hold, "Tell me what you want to do to my body, mmm, to my pussy, hm."
Naruto tilted his head, his blonde locks cascading in response. He extended his hands downward, sliding them beneath her cloak to firmly grasp the voluptuous masterpiece she kept concealed.
Hinata gasped.
Naruto hummed, tightly groping her ass, running his hands over her small cotton bunny tail, "Mmm, oh baby, you wanna know what I want to do to your body?" He moaned seductively, "to that pussy of yours?"
Hinata leaned in closer, capturing his bottom lip in her mouth. Tugging on it with her teeth, she leaned back, allowing it to slip from her grasp with a bounce.
"Yes, tell me, Naruto-kun."
"I'm gonna touch that pussy." Naruto breathed upon the cheeks of the bunny woman before him, watching as her lavender eyes fluttered in response, his words only making her pussy tingle more and more.
"Lick that pussy."
Again, Hinata's pussy tingled. In fact, it throbbed.
"Fuck that pussy.
Her entire body shuddered in need upon hearing such words, her hands subconsciously gripping Naruto tighter, not wanting to let him go.
Naruto smirked, "And I'll make that pussy cum so many times, until it yearns for me and only me, until it's no longer capable of being satisfied by another man."
"Oh?" Hinata's breath quivered, her hooded lavender eyes fixated on the massive bulge that strained against his tuxedo pants, nestled between his thighs.
She hummed in delight, then slid her hand down to cup him through his slacks, offering further encouragement for him to follow through with his promises.
Naruto hissed, his dick erect and now twitching within Hinata's hold.
"Mm, I can say the same to you, Naruto-kun." She whispered seductively by his ear, her voice soft but laced with desire, "After I'm done with you," Hinata used her other hand to press her finger against his chest, just against his tux. She breathed against his lips, keeping hers ever so close to his own, "you wouldn't think twice about your ex. Only me."
Naruto licked his lips upon such a proposal, absolutely loving that. Even his erect friend, bulging against his pants did, as well.
He nodded, keeping his sexy smirk.
"Mmm, sounds like a deal to me, baby."
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Minutes drifted away, and the random room in the party mansion Naruto and Hinata now shared resonated with the symphony of moans as the two finally surrendered to one other, embracing the opportunity of intimacy they had long desired.
Their moans and groans echoed uninhibited, indifferent to the world outside the walls of the expansive bed chamber that enveloped them. The passionate sounds they made created a rhythmic melody that seemed to resonate throughout the entire room, as if shaking its very foundations.
Their Halloween costumes, once purposely worn, now lay discarded, scattered across the floor in a path leading to the bed, their original significance completely thrown out of the window.
Now, their bodies were entirely bare, revealing the remaining secrets they had kept hidden, placing everything on the table for the both to behold.
The profusive noise from the ongoing party was now muted, the closed door of the room they shared acting as a barrier between the outside world and the intimate space they occupied.
Here, the two dedicated some much-needed time to each other and only to each other, exploring the depths of passion and delving into the carnal desires that had lingered in their minds during countless solitary nights.
Now, in each other's company, they could finally bring such fantasies to life.
Now, they could finally be fulfilled in ways they could only dream of before.
The space quickly transformed into a sanctuary for their most intimate thoughts and yearnings. Immersed in the warmth of each other's bodies, the atmosphere became charged with a potent blend of arousal and immense excitement.
Every touch, every whispered word, and every shared glance spoke of a profound connection that transcended the physical act unfolding between them.
In the dimly lit room, shadows danced on the walls, mirroring the passionate entanglement of two souls unapologetically exploring the depths of intimacy for their own sakes.
Now, positioned in the 69 position, Naruto lay upright on the bed, nestled against the pillows, while Hinata lay in a reversed position on top of him, facing the end of the bed and offering him unrestricted access to her backside.
Hinata firmly grasped Naruto's thick and throbbing cock, guiding her head in a rhythmic motion, skillfully moving up and down to suck every inch of him.
She sucked Naruto's cock with a sense of urgency, with a sense of need, as if her very life depended on it. The white bunny ears that were intentionally kept on her head moved in sync with the rhythmic thrusts of her head, steadily bouncing around.
The repeated gags from her were like a pleasant melody for Naruto's ears. The coating of his cock with her saliva, the warmth of her mouth, and the tightness of her throat muscles were all the toppings to the cake for Naruto, just what the goddamn doctor ordered.
Naruto completely lost himself in the moment. Indulging in every pleasurable sensation that surfaces within, those very sensations that made him feel alive again; that made him feel normal.
He clung desperately to such sensations because, for a moment, he genuinely forgot the remarkable intensity of intimacy after months of being entirely denied of it by his ex and then going weeks without obtaining it at all.
It felt like heaven to Naruto, like the big white gates had opened for him as he finally was granted the kind of attention and devotion he had been craving.
He was like a starved man finally getting his hands on food after a prolonged period of deprivation. Finally, getting his needs tended to.
And despite the forbidden nature of his time spent with Hinata, the forbidden pleasure he indulged in at this very moment, and the forbidden act they were committing...
He loved every single ounce of it.
And Hinata did too.
She gave him her all, putting her entire back into it.
Each time Hinata went the extra mile, shimming her head further down his cock, Naruto's head would whip back, showcasing her remarkable skill in effortlessly taking him down her throat without hesitation or fear.
Hinata gulped him down eagerly, relishing in the act of gagging on his thick meat rod as it touched her uvula at the back of her throat. Those pretty long lashes of hers fluttered like a butterfly's wings in response, her lavender eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Her thick saliva steadily dripped from her gaping mouth, trailing down all nine inches of him, ultimately reaching his pelvis and creating quite the messy spectacle; one the two enjoyed. She used her hands too, stroking him at the base to synchronize with her lips moving down, prompting him to spasm intensely.
"Ahh fuck!" Naruto exclaimed in glee, his toes curling against the wrinkled sheets.
The bunny woman hummed, lifting her head, but as she did so, she trailed her tongue along his shaft, gliding over its veiny contours, "Mmm, you taste so delicious, baby." She complemented with a pop of her lips.
"Your ex is really missing out." She teased, licking her lips.
However, a deep moan escaped from her when she felt Naruto's lips move against her down below, engaged in a makeout session with her pussy. His thumbs parted her pink pussy lips wide, granting himself full access, and only then did he use his tongue to suck on every inch of her within reach.
Leaning back, he applied a wad of saliva by spitting all over her tight opening, running his thumb across the slit, "Mmm, heh, her fucking loss." Naruto snorted, "I'm all for you now, baby."
Hinata giggled, "Mmm, that's right." She turned her head over her shoulder, observing Naruto as he immersed in the world revealed by her spread ass cheeks, with only his fox ears and blonde hair visible.
She giggled again, wiggling her ass cheeks in his grasp, "Oh? Enjoying the view down there, my love?"
"Oh hell yeah." Naruto was quick to answer, using his thick fingers to grope her ass cheeks, molding the creamy flesh in his hands. He even gave them a gentle shake, observing as her cheeks jiggled back in his face, offering a delightful greeting.
He cursed, his head falling back on the pillows in awe, "Holy shit, I still can't believe all this ass is for me. You really know how to make a man's night, Hinata-chan."
"Oh, don't get excited just yet, Naruto-kun," Hinata teased with another giggle, tossing her dark blue hair over her shoulder as she bent down again, arching her pelvis. She grasped the base of Naruto's dick again and gave his mushroom tip a lick.
"Mmm, just wait until you see what else I have in store."
It was only then, did Hinata plop his dick back inside her mouth, just as Naruto leaned forward and swiped his tongue along her sopping wet core.
Her pussy lips quivered under the influence of his powerful tongue, licking and lapping every inch of the delicacy between her thighs. With just the tender touch of his tongue, such sensations quickly rendered her pussy more and more sensitive, as it was unaccustomed to the unique attention his tongue was lavishing upon it. Not accustomed to being touched by another for such a long time.
At that moment, Naruto made a promise to himself: to take his time with Hinata, explore every inch of her beautiful body, and fuck his bunny woman as long as he pleased.
Indeed, he was going to enjoy himself. He was going to enjoy the night just as his friends had encouraged him to.
The blonde man emitted low groans, sensing the sensitive tip of his member ensconced within the tight muscles of Hinata's throat.
With every bob of her head, those muscles clenched around him more firmly, the intense warmth of her mouth completely engulfing him, making him feel as though he was floating, floating in mid-air.
Simultaneously, his member responded happily, twitching with pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the skilled technique of the blowjob Hinata was so graciously giving him.
Who knew that the mouth of Hinata was not only capable of singing miracles, but also could give impressive blowjobs.
Hinata once more was blowing Naruto's mind.
She went above and beyond for him, ensuring to uphold her promise and imprinting herself deeply into Naruto's mind, no, his soul. She wished not to leave any of him untouched; to claim every inch of him as her own.
Hinata skillfully traced her slippery tongue across his engorged tip, lapping at it, before moving her head downward to suck and lick along the shaft of his member.
Eventually, she descended further, teasing his testicles by using nothing but her lips to pull and pinch at the taut flesh. She even extended her hands forward to run her manicured fingers up and down his toned legs, providing him with additional sensations that truly transported the fox man to an entirely different world.
Stars covered his vision, his body seemingly weighed down by concrete bricks to the bed, completely numbed. Naruto felt himself begin to succumb entirely to the exquisite sensations that Hinata was gracing him, causing spasms to ripple through his entire being.
At times, he would have to pause his own ministrations, to moan out, only to dive back inside Hinata's glorious core with a motivation to up the ante, to rock her world as well.
They were engaged in a pleasure battle, striving to see who could bring the other to cum first, mutually bestowing upon each other the long-desired pleasure they both craved.
Naruto gave his all, ensuring not a single part of Hinata's intimate area escaped the touch of his tongue. Holding her open, he sucked her dry, delving his tongue deep within her pussy, barging in between her inner walls.
He tongue fucked her with a simple bob of his head, fucking her until those legs of hers shook.
Now, it was her turn to grow distracted from her task of cocksucking, prompting her to momentarily pause her own actions and release squeals of pleasure.
"Fuck, oh yes! Naruto-kun, I love that!"
"Mmm, you do?" Naruto slammed his hands against her ass, startling the bunny woman and causing her to jump, whimpering.
"Tell me, what do you love, Hinata-chan?"
"I love it when you fuck me with your tongue. I love it when you slither your tongue deep inside of me!"
"You're such a naughty little bunny, cottontail," He growled, delivering another harsh slap to her asscheeks, relishing in her restrained moans and the graceful arch of her body in response.
He snickered, "You like it when I do this, eh?"
It was at that moment, that Naruto stuck out his tongue again, curling it at the ends. He leaned forward, using his extended tongue as a miniature dick to explore Hinata's quivering entrance, slipping it back into her warmth.
However, the moment he did, as soon as he delved his tongue deep inside her and experienced firsthand the sensation of her inner walls tightly gripping his appendage—he was met with a mouth full of cum.
Hinata let out a squeal as she came, marking that as her first time tonight. Her body convulsed and trembled, much like in response to the relentless cold wind outside, contorting and writhing on top of him.
But Naruto never stopped his actions. He kept at it.
Now with his tongue deep inside her, he bobbed his head back and forth to maneuver his tongue in and out of her opening, to give that sweet hole of hers a sample of what he planned to do to it later.
Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the heavenly sounds of Hinata's cries, which both soothed his mind and stirred his soul, compelling him to persist in his actions to elicit more of those blissful sounds of hers.
"Yes! Yes! Please, make me cum again, please, Naruto-kun!"
Hinata let out desperate screams, her eyes rolling back as she sensed his slick tongue glide deep within her. It penetrated her so deeply that she felt her stomach tingle, each lick to her inner core seemingly adding more knots to her stomach. She couldn't resist the spasms that coursed through her body, reaching down to her toes, and causing them to curl beside his torso.
She drew her hands backward, guiding them over Naruto's on her buttocks, ensuring her cheeks remained nice and spread for him. Simultaneously, she lowered her head, taking his cock back into her mouth once again.
However, this time, she only took the tip of him into her mouth, expertly sucking him off without using her hands. She accelerated the pace of her head movements, moving up and down, making sure her tongue gave that sensitive part of him special treatment. Her tongue traced a sinuous path all around the mushroom curve of his tip, licking him as if she would an ice cream cone.
With delight, Hinata observed as Naruto's thighs began to tremble, and his moans intensified, resonating deeply within her core and eliciting a muffled squeal from her.
Amid a tongue-thrust, Naruto found himself moaning, bringing his head back, "Oh, yes, that's how you suck a cock, baby." He praised her.
"You're so good at that, Hinata-chan. Heh, you're just full of surprises, cottontail, goddamn."
Hinata groaned with pleasure, the sound vibrating around his cock, acting like a massager that resonated through every inch of his member. It nearly pushed him to the brink, the knot deep inside his gut tightening enough to make his breath hitch.
Naruto tilted his head around the delectable ass before him, stealing glimpses of Hinata as she sucked him off. She moved her head up and down like a piston in overdrive, exerting pressure with her lips around his tip, eagerly drawing out his precum.
Naruto whined, his toes curling against the bed once more, "Holy shit! That's right, baby, make me cum. Suck that cock, just like that, and make me cum."
Deep, desperate moans began to burst from deep within his chest, growing increasingly needy.
As Hinata skillfully brought him closer to a climax, Naruto found himself squirming more wildly on the bed, unable to keep still.
His own act of pleasuring Hinata was momentarily halted, but he did resort to rushing his thumb back and forth across her clitoris, setting her nerves ablaze and granting her tingly pleasures.
To his surprise, even that simple gesture led her to cum, her love juices squirting all over him for the second time.
"Oh Naruto-kun!!"
Hinata repeatedly screamed out his name, and not once, did her husband ever cross her mind to occupy her thoughts.
No.
Only Naruto.
Never had a man brought her to cum so quickly, let alone make her reach it twice in a row, back to back. She was not just impressed but fucking starstruck, motivating her to reciprocate and grant Naruto the same favor with all her effort.
She sucked and sucked Naruto's cock, as if trying to draw his very soul from him. And at the culmination of her efforts, she too was met with a mouthful of cum.
Naruto released a loud, strained moan, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as the knot inside his stomach reached an unbearable intensity. It was only then, he finally climaxed for the first time, releasing his load deep into Hinata's mouth, beyond her extended tongue, and down her esophagus.
Hinata remained steady for him, even granting his shaft additional licks of encouragement as he emptied the rest of his load deep inside her mouth, cumming after the glorious blowjob she had just given him.
It was enough to make him rejoice. It was precisely that which prompted the ultimate question to pop up in his mind: how the hell did he manage to get so lucky and pull this off—sleep with the guest of honor at a party he initially had no desire to attend?
'How the fuck-?' His drunken mind couldn't even complete the thought, especially with all the temptation in the air, captivating his attention and serving as the remedy he needed to nurse him back to health.
Naruto came and came, unleashing the mega load, and all of it went down Hinata's throat, who was beginning to struggle to contain it all.
The thick hot substance bundled in her mouth, pushing against her open lips, before ultimately slipping from the confines and running down her chin. But even still, she remained put, allowing Naruto to release every drop of his sperm deep within her throat, only moving her head when he was done.
But by that point, she was quite messy.
Hinata emitted a muffled moan, turning her head to cast a glance at Naruto over her shoulder. However, what Naruto witnessed through the haziness of his eyes was quite amusing—a sight he just couldn't miss.
Hinata's adorable cheeks were now puffed, the inside of her mouth filled with his cum. She couldn't talk, only emitting muffled groans that were quite unintelligible.
Naruto couldn't stifle his laughter, prompting a frustrated groan and eye-roll from Hinata. His husky laughs echoed through the room, finding the sight of Hinata attempting and failing to consume all of his cum funnier than he had anticipated.
Damn, he came a lot.
He playfully pouted, "Aww, now isn't that cute? You look just like an adorable bunny, baby, so goddamn fitting, wouldn't you say?" Naruto teased, raising one finger to beckon her over.
"Come to me, Hinata-chan," The blonde commanded, an order that Hinata didn't hesitate to obey.
She gave him a nod, before turning her body over with a twist, bringing her legs away from Naruto's own to face him. But upon doing so, Naruto was granted an even bigger surprise.
He couldn't help but burst into laughter once more.
At that moment, he observed that Hinata not only had her mouth filled with his cum but also, it dripped down her chin, covering the entirety of her bouncing breasts, cascading over those fair mounds of hers like a honey glaze.
It was an amusing sight, but one indeed, got him going again.
Naruto felt his dick twitch.
Naruto shifted his body into a seated position with a push, accompanied by the creak of the bed. But, his eyes never left his sexy bunny. He watched her closely as she repositioned herself along the bed and moved closer to him, just as he had ordered.
Hinata emitted a groan as she crawled forward, gradually approaching Naruto until she was positioned directly in front of him, kneeling and bent over. Her gaze was fixed solely on him, offering him her undivided attention, and in return, Naruto offered her his.
The blonde smiled, racing his blue eyes across the woman's bulging cheeks, and rosy face, taking in her sullied form entirely. He cursed, "Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cum all over you." He breathed before giving her a nod.
"Open your mouth for me, baby."
It was a subtle gesture but one that truly met with an astounding effect. The moment Hinata complied, opening her mouth, a torrent of his white jizz flowed out in a tantalizing stream, cascading down her chin and all over her chest.
Naruto released a groan, captivated by Hinata's sensual look—bent over on her knees, lavender eyes hooded, tongue extended, and her hourglass figure covered entirely with his cum.
The blonde groaned.
Yeah, he's gotta be dreaming.
The sight unfolding before him embodied all his desires and needs in one, acting as a remedy for the heartache from his past, his struggles with depression, and even the poignant memory of Sakura.
Hinata had effortlessly erased every lingering negative emotion that once made a home in his body, leaving him back and better than ever before.
Now, all he wanted was to express his gratitude to her, to do all he could to repay her for all she's done for him tonight.
The blonde tilted his head, biting his lip, "Yes, that's it, baby. Let it out just like that. I want to see how much of my cum is left inside that tight throat of yours." The blonde groaned out lewdly, with sexy narrowed eyes.
"Heh, I gotta say, I enjoyed that—having you suck my cock. You really blew my mind, baby, damn." Naruto drunkenly admitted, punctuated by an amused snort.
Hinata giggled in response, quite pleased to say the least.
That was the assurance she sought to confirm that she had performed her job well.
She ran her tongue quite sensually across her lips, to savor Naruto's salty cum upon them. Naruto watched the gesture closely, releasing a moan in response.
"Mmm, no need to thank me, baby. I could tell from how much you came." Hinata responded with a teasing grin.
She directed her gaze downward, examining the warm essence that covered her breasts and nipples. Playfully, she gave them a wiggle, observing as her voluptuous mounds jiggled back and forth, swaying energetically in the air.
"You must've been so backed up."
"Oh baby, you have no idea." He pulled his hand down to cup his twitching cock, giving it a few pumps, "Heh, I have plenty more where that came from." Naruto hissed, which sent tingles all over Hinata's body, only to resonate between her thighs.
She wiggled her ass, batting her eyes at him, "Ooh, yes, I want it all. I want all your cum, Naruto-kun."
"Mmm, and all yours it will be, baby."
Naruto let out a snicker before his eyes shifted down to her swaying breasts, eyeing the large amount of cum that was spread across them. His white jizz practically shone in the dimmed light, drizzled across her skin in squiggly lines.
A gasp slipped his lips.
He just got an idea.
He smirked, before nodding toward her chest, "Heh, just got an idea, baby. An awesome one."
"Hm?"
"I got just the thing to make those tits even more irresistible."
Naruto put up a tipsy smirk before pushing his body forward, extending one finger. Hinata watched as he gently placed that finger along her breasts, which she gave an enticing wiggle for Naruto as a playful gesture.
They both laughed in response.
But it was only then that Naruto carried out his plan, moving his finger and tracing lines through the white cum that marked Hinata's breasts. He traced up, down, and all around, before ending it off, with a circular motion across her tits, ending his phrase.
Hinata hummed, tilting her head down to observe Naruto as he traced letters on her breasts, forming the word "Naruto," in the end.
Naruto chuckled drunkenly at the sight of his name etched across her chest, written in his cum, and proudly displayed in the dim light. He snorted playfully, "Mmm, that's right, you're all mine, cottontail."
"Mmm, so these are your tits, huh?" Hinata giggled before wiggling them once more.
Naruto groaned, "Hell yeah, they are. Not your husband's—they're all mine."
"Mmm, that sounds delightful. In that case..." Hinata nodded towards the direction behind her, raising an eyebrow, "if my breasts belong to you, then that dick of yours belongs to me."
She hummed, tilting her head, "Not your ex's or anyone else's. Only mine." Hinata declared with a sensual nod, staking her claim on Naruto just as he claimed her.
And at that moment, Naruto experienced a warmth spreading throughout his entire body, originating from his chest. He had never known that being claimed by another could feel so damn good, proudly acknowledged as belonging to someone else, exclusively and wholeheartedly meant.
He truly felt his heart flutter. And oh, his dick did too.
Can't forget about that.
Naruto hummed, bringing his hand forward to caress her chin, running his fingers across her jawline, and into the smeared mess that was left on her skin.
He smirked, "Hell yeah, I'm all yours."
It was at that moment he leaned in for another sloppy kiss, relishing the opportunity to taste himself on her tongue—a blend of salty, spicy, and tasteless mix of cum, saliva, and tequila, heightened by the warmth of Hinata's mouth and tongue, igniting a fiery sensation throughout his entire being.
He also granted her the privilege of savoring her own sweet, tangy essence, causing a shiver to run up her spine as she lapped it up from his tongue.
Once again, Naruto was convinced that kissing Hinata brought on one of the best feelings in the world, unlike anything he's ever experienced. And he knew, fucking her would be just as enjoyable, if not more.
Their kiss this go-round was short, for they pulled back after a few seconds, pulling back with a plop not without Naruto leaning forward. He guided his lips up to her right ear, breathing his warm breath inside it.
Hinata moaned.
He beamed, nodding his head back down, "Now, come, my sexy bunny. Come and hop on this dick." He moaned hotly, "I think it's finally time to show me what ya got, eh? You up for another performance?" He demanded with a playful grin, beckoning her over provocatively. His choice of words was explicit yet creatively delivered, enough to paint Hinata's entire face red.
But, Naruto didn't have to tell her twice.
Hinata's face beamed in joy, "Oh baby, I'm always ready for a performance, but this one, is a private one, for you and only you."
"Oh what a special man I am." He beamed, as if a kid getting a treat instead of a trick on Halloween. He beckoned her once more.
"That's it, come, and let me give you that good dick you've been missing."
And just like the bunny Hinata masqueraded, she hopped onto Naruto, swinging her legs over him to settle her bottom on his lap. One hand circled around his neck, and she used her legs for balance as she positioned herself on top of him.
Maintaining eye contact with his blue eyes, she moved one hand downward, firmly cupping his shaft. At that moment, without hesitation, she excitedly guided his tip inside her, savoring the sensation of being filled by a dick after so long.
But as soon as she felt the entry of something hard, hot, and thick flood past her opening—a presence larger than what she was accustomed to—an assload of sensations flooded her: a sense of fullness, immense pleasure, and warmth. It all was too much, and once again...
She came.
Everything was a blur to her, a technicolor dream where her every emotion, her every sense was a mystery, phasing together to become a whole new sensation, one that rocked her body tenfold.
Hinata screamed out, her thighs shaking as she struggled to obtain her balance, to keep herself from collapsing on top of Naruto. She clung to his shoulders for dear life, while he surged forward to grasp her waist, providing support and keeping her upright.
"Woah there, cottontail," Naruto exclaimed with a chuckle, his fox ears drooping on his head.
"Did you just cum again?" He questioned in shock, precisely sensing the immense amount of liquids flooding all over his cock the second they connected.
His spiky blonde hair fell to cover his eyes as he looked up at her, a truly adorable sight for Hinata. The panting woman worked to steady herself, attempting to recover from the wave of emotions that had rushed forward and slammed into her just moments ago, leaving her feeling wobbly and tingly all over.
Hinata emitted a slight giggle before extending one of her hands to gently swipe her fingertips across Naruto's face, brushing his bangs aside so she could see every detail of him.
She then slid her hand down, to cup his cheek.
Hinata gave him a sheepish nod, "Yes, g-gomen, it just felt s-so good to finally be connected with you-"
"Oh baby, there's no need for that," Naruto shook his head. "Don't apologize for feeling good. You can cum as much as you like, and each time you do..." He leaned forward, tracing his lips along her neck, eliciting a blissful moan. "...it'll only make me happier."
"N-Naruto-kun," Hinata moaned, loving the sound of that and the additional tingling sensations that cascaded down her entire body from Naruto's kisses. He showered her neck with many, ensuring to take his time and lavish each spot with attention and care.
He even left hickeys, marking her as he pressed his lips firmly against her skin, creating a trail of red love bites along her clavicle, the slender curve of her neck, and even over her pulse.
Naruto patiently waited for her to acclimate to his girth, allowing her to finally embrace the intimacy she deserved, right at her fingertips and under her control.
It was simply the entrance of Naruto's cock into her that led Hinata to climax which was enough to reveal the intense state she was in.
She has been longing for it for so long, and now in a desperate need for cock, specifically Naruto's cock, and throughout the night, he has consistently provided exactly what she desired. More than her husband could ever claim.
Hinata released a delightful hum, savoring the sensation of fullness from Naruto's cock staying still inside her. She refrained from moving her hips for the moment, simply cherishing the moment, cherishing the sensation of finally being intimately connected with Naruto for the first time tonight. That alone brought her immense happiness, but she was aware that moving would only amplify this joy, for both of them.
Hinata smiled down at Naruto, before leaning down to plant a kiss on his cheek, just over the whiskered marks that grazed them. And she watched as he raised his head from her neck in response, meeting her gaze and showering her with his full attention. Those gorgeous bright blue eyes of hers fixed upon her entirely, elevating her up on the center stage—a position she wished never to leave.
Running her fingers gently through Naruto's hair, entwining them in his blonde strands, Hinata's smile widened, "Arigato, Naruto-kun. For this," She breathed, nodding towards their connected pelvises. Her smile intensified, and her eyes welled up with tears.
"For everything."
At that moment, Hinata's vulnerability became palpable, etched on her face as she gazed into Naruto's eyes with unwavering sincerity. The look in her eyes was an open book of appreciation, recognition, and a profound acknowledgment of his every action, every word, and every display of affection throughout the night.
At that moment, her lavender eyes gleamed and twinkled, revealing the depth of her newfound feelings. She thanked him not just with words but with a silent language that spoke volumes—appreciation for his care for her wounds, recognition of his efforts, and a genuine acknowledgment of the light he shone on her dark, lonely world, and the unconditional love he bestowed upon her broken heart.
The love he expressed tonight was the salvation she craved, rescuing her from the profound darkness that enveloped her life as she lived it with Toneri. With him, her life was only marked by confinement, seclusion, and a prohibition from experiencing true love and care.
Yet, the time spent alone with Naruto compensated for all those lost moments, ushering in a happiness she had never imagined, unaware that such profound joy could ever be experienced.
Naruto felt the exact same.
For him, time seemed to stand still. Hinata's unwavering gaze touched him at his core, freezing him in place. His mouth hung open, suspended in a silent gasp, as he became captivated by the sincerity and devotion emanating from her eyes. In that frozen moment, he felt seen and understood in a way he had never experienced before, not even in the eyes of his ex, Sakura.
In that frozen moment, Naruto felt regarded, cherished, and genuinely loved. It was a profound revelation, fulfilling his long-standing desire for reciprocation and validation of the powerful emotions he harbored. Hinata's gaze transformed his world, making him feel truly seen and valued, vanishing away any sorrow or heartache that was left that still marred his heart.
It was a realization that left Naruto overwhelmed, grateful, and content with the knowledge that he was loved exactly as he had always wished for.
It brought the blonde man close to tears, sobbing softly in the warmth of happiness as he encircled Hinata's backside with his arms, cradling her intimately.
"Oh, Hinata-chan, I thank you and welcome you. I welcome you for everything," Naruto whispered in awe, biting his lip to stave off tears as he looked up at the beautiful woman in his arms.
"You are singularly everything I've ever wanted and more. I am glad," Naruto sniffed, drawing her even closer, "I am glad I met you, Hinata-chan."
Hinata responded with a wide, radiant smile, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly, "Oh, Naruto-kun, you are the man I've always closed my eyes and dreamed of attaining. You are my everything, and I too, am glad I met you, Naruto-kun."
"So glad," They breathed in unison against each other's lips, their breaths intertwining.
And it was in that moment, as their hearts connected and embraced, the two held each other tightly, beginning to fulfill their shared desires.
They began to finally move.
They started slow at first, with Hinata taking the lead, and Naruto reciprocating, bringing his hips crashing against her own.
He held her close around the waist, and brought her pelvis against his own, so their flesh could crash in harmony, and initiated his cock to grant her a deep plunge, causing a blossoming of pleasure to form.
Hinata threw her head back and mewled as she felt the dick inside her treat her walls with care, slithering in and out and leaving no part of her unnoticed or untouched.
Naruto's cock filled her up to the brim, pistoning in and out after every rock of their hips, marking every part of her. It was a sense of fullness she grew addicted to, a sense of warmth, that bloomed deep in her gut.
It wasn't long before those hips of hers increased, and Naruto followed suit. He shifted his legs up along the bed, bending them at the knee to grant her arms to move back and seek them. She placed her hands on his knees and rolled her pelvis against his own, with a ripple of their bodies.
Naruto moaned as their flesh collided with a thud, his cock disappearing and reappearing as it sought her wet snatch, diving deep inside of her tight, wet caverns, where it wished never to leave.
He groaned, "Fuck, that feels so good. Your pussy feels so good to my cock, Hinata-chan." Naruto hissed, moaning out as Hinata's inner walls responded to his words by clenching tight around him, gripping him with a desperate need.
"You're gonna make me c-cum again, baby." Naruto groaned with clenched teeth.
"Oh Naruto-kun," Hinata moaned out," you make me feel good too. Your cock," Her eyes rolled, her words cut off once more, "feels so good, so deep inside me, shi-shit!"
Naruto groaned, "Mmm, that's it. Show me how much you need my cock, Hinata-chan. Show me."
And she did.
It was at that moment, Hinata changed paces and soon after, she began to practically bounce on top of him, moving up and down, energetically riding his cock with fervor.
She reached for his shoulders once more, gripping them tightly as she skillfully guided her petite pelvis downward to meet Naruto's own in motion. Their pelvises collided halfway with a thud, generating a powerful impact that sent ripples throughout their entire bodies.
Hinata emitted squeals as she vigorously propelled her body up and down, her breasts wobbling to and fro, striking her upper torso.
In unbridled ecstasy, she flung her head about, surrendering to the pleasure, causing her midnight blue hair to sway through the air, at times even smacking against Naruto's face.
However, he paid no mind.
He observed Hinata as she lowered her hips with the full force of her entire body, supported by the strength of her legs, enveloping his entire cock in one swift motion. But it was action alone that caused her stomach to bulge, intensifying the knot that lay deep inside her. Naruto's previous words served as motivation for her to go all the way, prompting her to fuck him as if there were no tomorrow.
Each thrust brought incredible pleasure to both, pushing them ever closer to that pleasure peak, leaving them yearning and addicted, desiring more and more.
So they continued. Again. And again. And again.
Their moans escalated in no time, rattling against the walls, as well as the creak of the bed which now cried out from their needy banging, their flesh slapping against one another every time a downward thrust was initiated.
With every thrust of her hips, as Hinata descended to engulf Naruto's cock, it was a tangible expression of defiance, a personal "fuck you" to her husband, Toneri.
In that moment, hell, forever in her heart, she cast him aside. She no longer felt compelled to regard Toneri, to search for some sliver of love in her heart for a man like him, to feel trapped and lonely on his account.
No, not anymore.
At that moment, Hinata vowed that she would no longer put her happiness on hold for Toneri, that she would finally attend to her own needs and fully immerse herself in the embrace of the man now holding her in his arms.
She indulged herself in Naruto, and Naruto did the same.
With each instance of Hinata's pussy enveloping his cock, encasing him like a sandwich, he was sent to paradise—a realm where the burdens of his past, the weight of his thoughts, and the troubles with his ex, Sakura, all dissipated in an instant.
All his pain and sorrow vanished the very first moment he locked eyes with Hinata, and even now so, as he cradled her in his arms, plunged his cock inside her, and kissed her lips.
His pain was completely eradicated, just as he had fervently wished for.
And now, his wish has been granted, all thanks to Hinata.
The night held a special significance for both of them, marking not an end but merely the beginning.
It was the commencement of an entire night devoted to the intimacy they had long yearned for—a forbidden pleasure they discovered in each other.
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Time seemed to lose its meaning as Naruto and Hinata created their own party, within the confines of the room they shared, shielded by closed doors and isolated from the troubles outside.
The two went at it like there was no tomorrow.
They up the ante as the night progressed, exploring every corner of the room, fucking and banging as if sex had been a foreign concept to them until that very moment.
They traversed every inch of the bed, pulling and pushing each other into various positions to convey the depth of their need for one another.
The two fucked on the floor, on the dressers around the room, against the wall, and even in front of the windows.
They embraced a standing doggy position before the tall encased windows, where Naruto granted Hinata the luxury of rediscovering the joy of intimacy, reveling in the sensation of feeling good in the arms of another—feeling cherished in the arms of a man who cared immensely for her.
And wholeheartedly, Hinata embraced Naruto in return, taking pleasure in everything he did, holding nothing back. She came and came and came some more, savoring every moment, crying out Naruto's name and relishing the sound of him calling hers.
The night belonged to them, and they spent it together until the very end, until the Wild Masquerade party finally concluded.
Only then did it all officially come to an end, and the two had to part ways.
But not entirely.
At 4 a.m, the costumed party attendees who had entered the Wild Masquerade party were now spilling out of the party mansion's open doors, stumbling into the cool air, appearing lost and disoriented. Most were intoxicated and fatigued, seeking the support of friends as they made their way to their vehicles.
Naruto and his friends also exited through those doors, finally reuniting after the entire night had concluded. The whole while, however, his friends wouldn't shut up about how much fun they had, how many chicks they banged, and how great the Halloween party was overall.
But Naruto didn't hear a single word.
He was occupied with other things...
Naruto looked down at his phone in his hands, a grin spreading across his face as he admired Hinata's name and phone number now saved in his contacts.
🐰Cottontail
Naruto marveled at the nickname he bestowed upon Hinata, stored in his phone as a perpetual reminder of the special Halloween night they first met one other—an electronic token of their newfound connection. It filled the blonde with a sense of giddiness, reminiscent of a schoolboy who had successfully wooed a girl way out of his league.
Yet, Naruto did it, and it instilled a much-needed boost of confidence in him, stashing some hair on his chest. It made him feel like a true man now.
Naruto flashed a cheeky grin, but his momentary daydream was disrupted when he felt his phone vibrate in his hands, signaling a new message.
Glancing down, another giddy smile broke free as he spotted a message from Hinata appear on his device, further enhancing the lingering excitement he felt.
🐰Cottontail: I had so much fun with you tonight, my foxy friend. Please don't let this be the last time we see one another. I miss you already.
Quickly, Naruto typed a response, his fingers dancing on the screen.
🍥Naruto: Oh, don't you worry, cottontail. I assure you, after tonight, it won't be.
🍥Naruto: We'll see each other again. Promise.
He hit send without hesitation to both messages, a sense of anticipation filling his entire body, eager for the promise of more moments and connections with Hinata in the future.
He shifted his eyes back up at the mansion as he walked away from it alongside his cheering friends, their voices carrying on for miles. But he paid them no heed, instead seeking for the familiar lavender eyes that shone through one of the windows that were there.
He spotted Hinata in no time, up within the room they once occupied. She stood before the window, now fully dressed in her costume. She spotted him too and graced him with a warm smile, and a wave goodbye, gripping her phone tight in her other hand.
Naruto also smiled, then placed one hand on his lips, kissing it before blowing the kiss toward the window, bidding her farewell and leaving his love with Hinata. It was a gesture done straight from the heart, for it was now no longer his alone, no longer Sakura's, but exclusively Hinata's...
Only hers.
"Dude, what ya looking at?" Abruptly, a harsh voice exclaimed beside him, jolting him out of his love spell. Naruto snapped out of his trance and averted his gaze from the window above, where Hinata was no longer standing, redirecting his eyes toward the culprit that spoke.
Kiba.
The brown-haired male walked alongside him to his right, staring off in the same direction he was, at the window of the mansion behind him.
"Yeah, who's up there, man? You've been staring up there like an idiot for a while now," Shikamaru chimed in, his hands positioned against the nape of his neck, elbows extended, as he walked onward, shielded from the cold due to his snug sloth suit.
Now that his friends were no longer cheering about their night, all their eyes were plastered on him, quickly noticing the cheeky grin that seemed to stain his lips.
Naruto shrugged, casting the urge to turn back to the window above out of his head.
He kept his gaze forward, "Oh it's nothing, you bakas. Mind your own damn business-"
"Ooh, no fucking way! You got laid, didn't you?" Kiba exclaimed in glee, his brown eyes widened in excitement, "You got some pussy?" He practically screeched, causing some of the other party guests to turn their heads toward him.
"Called it!" Sai exclaimed in a sing-song voice, causing them all to break into laughter.
Naruto rolled his eyes at his friend's childish outbursts, only to receive a push from Sasuke that sent him tumbling into Kiba, who, in turn, playfully pushed him back with excitement.
"Well, well, would you look at that, dobe. I knew there was something different about you. You're practically glowing, can't wipe that stupid grin off your face even if you tried."
"Shut up, teme."
"To be honest, we didn't even recognize you when we tried to find you earlier. Had to do a double take." Kiba exclaimed with a laugh, rushing over to give him another friendly shoulder bump.
But Naruto brushed him off, shoulder bumping him back, "Oh fuck off with the exaggerating, will ya? Ya knew it was me."
"So, you've finally given up on Sakura, eh?" Shikamaru chimed in, raising an eyebrow over at the fox blonde. They watched to their surprise a smile cracked across his lips, and he sent a sly grin at them all.
"Heh," Naruto snorted, "Who's Sakura?"
Just as he said that, the men burst into a fit of laughter and cheers, indulging in another round of pushing Naruto around, tumbling the blonde around like he was a basketball, only adding to his laughter.
"Holy shit, no way!" Shikamaru exclaimed, tousling his hand through Naruto's hair playfully.
"Goddamn, that pussy must've been the greatest for you to forget Sakura!!" Kiba roared through his laughter, bending over to slap his knee.
Sasuke shook his head, a grin cracked across his pale face as well, "Damn dobe, we gotta meet this girl, as soon as fucking possible."
"Oh definitely!" Sai agreed with a hum, "She helped our friend, after all. Now you won't have to use your hand anym-"
Swift as lightning, Naruto whipped his head back toward Sai, fixing him with a death glare that sent shivers down his spine, halting his words abruptly.
Naruto gave him a dark look, his blue eyes icy, "Sai, if I were you, I wouldn't finish those words." He growled coldly.
Sai swallowed hard, left speechless by the ominous warning from Naruto, a sight that only fueled another round of laughter from Kiba, Shikamaru, and Sasuke.
Naruto shook his head in a chastising manner before redirecting his attention back to his phone, where he found another message from Hinata. He gently traced her name, running his thumb over the screen of his device.
🐰Cottontail: Make it soon, Naruto-kun. 💜
Another smile graced his lips, but it quickly vanished when he received a playful smack on the back, causing him to stagger forward.
"Hey!"
"So, you enjoyed the party after all, huh, Naruto?" Kiba asked with a mischievous smirk, his brown hair swaying as he walked, partially covering the wolf mask he still wore.
Sasuke, Sai, and Shikamaru turned their attention to Naruto on that note, curious about his response.
They all observed as Naruto's grin widened, as he took a moment to reflect on his night—the moment when he found happiness again, when he felt complete again.
It all happened the very instant he laid eyes on Hinata, and the rest of the night only added to his enjoyment, making it the best night of his life.
At that moment, Naruto felt fortunate to attend the Halloween party his friends initially forced him to go to, and even luckier to have crossed paths with Hinata.
With a cheeky grin, he shrugged at his friends, tucking his hands deep into his tuxedo pockets, his blonde bangs partially covering his face.
"Yeah, I enjoyed myself. I enjoyed myself indeed."
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Notes:
A big, BIG thank you to everyone who patiently waited for this chapter and made it this far. Your support means more to me than you can imagine!
I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, as evident from how carried away I got. This chapter is so long, I'm so sorry about that!
However, I want to let you all know that the upcoming updates will be different from the usual additions to this smut collection. I'll be participating in the annual Nhmonth event on Tumblr, so you can expect a lot of prompts associated with that event.
But overall, I hope you enjoyed the Halloween specials I shared this year, and rest assured there will be more next year!
As always, don't forget to drop a kudos, and comment down your thoughts!!
Take care! ❤️
-Powerful_Niya
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•December 1-31 (2023)•
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Hello, Everyone!
It's December, and that means, It's Naruhina Month! The Naruhina Tumblr event has rolled around again, and so fast!
I'm so excited to share what I have written and come up with for this lovely event! I intend to finish everything I started, so it won't be like last year, I promise. ✨
For starters, NHmonth23 on Tumblr has provided an entire list of prompts that will be dedicated to each day of December for the event.
I will display the prompts I will be writing for this month.
Scroll down, take a look! 🌟
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🌸Aster Flower (Lavender Flower):
Prompts I will absolutely do! ✨Main Prompts!
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🪻Lily Flower (Purple Flower): Prompts that are combined with another.
Ex: December 3 - War and Love will accompany - December 23: Forbidden Love
•Forbidden Love + War And Love = One Oneshot!•
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💜Purple Heart: Prompts I have already written; will reblog on Tumblr.
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••Table Of Contents••
✨December 1: Domestic + Marriage
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✨December 9: Couple Rings + Cuddles
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✨December 11: Tarot Card + Stolen Glances + Historical Eras
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✨December 13: Delinquent AU + "How To Love."
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✨December 14: Cyberpunk + Road to Ninja Personalities + Role Reversal + Movie Crossover
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✨December 17: Evil AU + Yakuza AU (Clash Of Possesion - Separate Naruhina fanfic)
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✨December 19: Sports or Gym AU + "I made a mistake but I love you."
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✨December 23: Forbidden Love + War And Love
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✨December 24: Little Red Riding Hood + Urban Legends
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✨December 26: Destiny + Beauty And The Beast
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✨December 27: Birthdays + Vacation
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✨December 28: Misunderstandings
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✨December 31: Caught In The Rain + Stolen Glances
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*Eɳʝσყ!!*
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-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 22: ❦𝐁𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞❦
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Naruto arrives home from a long day at work to a nice five-star meal, juicy and succulent, all for him.And no, his main course had nothing to do with food in the slightest.
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December 1st: Domestic + Marriage -
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Ahegao Kink • Anal Play • Anilingus • Body Worship • Butt Fetish • Butt Flap Pajamas • Business AU • Creampie • Cock Worship • Cunnilingus • Dirty Talk • Dom/Sub • Domesticity • Double Penetration • Dressing-up • Erotic • Explicit Pajamas • Fall • Fall Theme • Freaky • Free Use Kink • Husband/Wife • Intimacy • Kinky • Kitchen Sex • Marriage • Messy • Modern AU • Multiple Orgasms • Naughty Dinner • Naughty Surprise • NHmonth • Nhmonth23 • No Panties • NSFW • Onesie • Oral Sex • Overstimulation • Praise Kink • Rimming • Roleplay • Spanking • Squirting • Surprise • Table Sex • Twerking • Unprotected Sex • Vaginal Sex • 2023
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Bon Appétit
Wearily, Naruto strolled along the leaf-strewn sidewalk as the autumn sun began its gradual descent, casting a gentle, golden hue over the vibrant foliage that adorned Tokyo's streets.
Transitioning from the vibrant greens of summer to the warm, earthy tones of reds and yellows in autumn provided a vibrant setting for his journey. As he walked, a weariness from the day's events and a building sense of eager anticipation converged within him.
His destination?
Home, where he knew a special someone was eagerly awaiting his return.
His beautiful wife, Hinata Uzumaki.
All day long, Hinata has dominated his thoughts, offering him the strength to endure the demands of his job.
And now, with determination, he was taking steps toward reuniting with her, once again.
Naruto let out a tiresome sigh.
But he couldn't deny how fucking exhausted he was.
His broad shoulders sagged, breath labored, and his mind cloudy, still ensnared by the remnants of his hectic workday.
His blonde, tousled locks swayed to and fro with each step, brushing against his sweat-drenched forehead. His grip on his briefcase handle was firm, causing it to sway in tandem with his stride.
Another weary sigh escaped the lips of the blonde man, which was merely carried away by the gentle afternoon breeze.
Days like this felt like a maelstrom to Naruto, an unending cyclone of chaos and stress, constantly churning him in its turbulent grasp.
From the first blink of dawn, Naruto's day unfurls like a tightly wound coil, each moment springing forth with urgency and pressure. It's as if he's thrust onto a speeding train, hurtling through a terrain of tasks and deadlines.
His days are always the same, continuously following a consistent pattern.
His schedule was just like this:
Naruto experiences, every morning, the dissatisfaction of being woken up by the morning light piercing through his curtains, casting long, probing shadows in his bedroom.
Furthermore, he's jolted twice, next by the jarring ring of his alarm clock breaking the silence, signaling the onset of a new day. It's always a rude awakening for him to be so violently pulled from his peaceful sleep, wrapped in the warm sheets of his bed, and cocooned in the loving embrace of his wife, Hinata.
His bed, combined with the soft, welcoming embrace of his wife's arms, always exerts an irresistible pull, tempting him to stay just a bit longer.
With reluctance, however, Naruto always faces the difficult decision, a big boy decision to tear himself away, knowing that his responsibilities await as he begins another workday. But even so, the warmth of his wife's presence, the affectionate cuddles, kisses, and intimate moments they share during their precious nights always linger, serving as a bittersweet reminder of the comfort he must leave behind.
Day after day, the blonde forces himself out of bed, showers, dresses in his typical formal attire, collects his paperwork to stow in his briefcase, all while trying not to disturb his peacefully sleeping wife. In those moments, she appears serenely beautiful in her most natural state, exhausted from maintaining the house while he's away.
Unable to resist, Naruto finds himself compelled in the routine of leaning in and placing tender kisses on her forehead, whispering, "I'll be back, hime" or "have a good day, my love" before quietly departing.
But, there were times when his days were…
fortunate.
During those times, his wife naturally wakes, catching him in the midst of his bustling mornings, gracing him with her presence.
Whenever she wakes up from her slumber just as he's getting ready for work, Naruto always gets a strong feeling that it's going to be a great day for him.
Hinata was undeniably the sunshine of his morning, and honestly, his entire day.
Typically, on these fortunate days, as Hinata is awake, she offers him a drowsy but much-needed greeting, prepares a small yet delectable breakfast for him to kickstart his day.
She even at times shares a cup of coffee with him, and lastly grants him a swift yet tender moment as he savors the indulgence of kissing her farewell—a promise of their reunion at day's end.
Afterward, he's off.
Unfortunately, though, the daily commute to his workplace frequently saps the small semblance of morning joy he might have felt, given that it (more often than not) turns into a consistently chaotic river of congestion.
Ah, of course!
There's nothing quite like navigating the bustling streets of densely populated Tokyo in the mornings. Good kami, that was one of the city's downsides.
The traffic.
The fucking traffic was a nightmare.
Naruto shuddered upon the recollection.
Nothing but horns blare, and engines roar—a dissonant symphony that truly works Naruto's nerves. It's a constant struggle to navigate through the traffic, aiming to reach work on time without succumbing to road rage.
But arriving at his workplace isn't even better. Not in the least.
Once settled in the privacy of his office, behind his desk, the immediate demands of his job loom large. It's a realm of tasks and impatient adults that can at times make him want to pull his hair out.
The routine of paperwork, the ceaseless hum of computers, and the unending flood of emails threaten to overwhelm him.
The words of the digital realm and the physical one blend together, a swirling storm of information and requests. It's an uphill battle to keep pace, to remain afloat amid the torrent of rapid communication.
Hours rush by in a whirlwind, meetings and memos blurring together like gusts of wind threatening to throw Naruto off balance. It's an unyielding onslaught, which always leaves him feeling weathered and drained.
The minutes slip away like sand through his fingers, each one a missed chance for respite.
Anticipation for his lunch breaks is a constant for him.
It's during these cherished moments that he rediscovers happiness, unwrapping the perfectly packed bento boxes prepared with love by his wife. Each box is a treasure trove of deliciousness, neatly arranged in plastic rectangular containers that never fail to elicit envy from his coworkers by just a whiff.
Typically, Hinata dedicates her evenings to preparing these culinary delights for him, meticulously packaging them in the refrigerator for his quick morning grab-and-go's. His lunches often feature an array of delights, from bento boxes to poke bowls, housing an assortment of delightful medley of flavors.
In Hinata's customary arrangement, she would usually assemble a composition of protein over a bed of carbohydrates, encircled by an array of vegetables, creating a delectable mound of sustenance for him.
Typically, she'd whip up a selection of his preferred dishes: miso ramen or udon noodles, onigiri, yakitori, tamagoyaki, gyozas, nikujaga, sushi, tempura, and an assortment of other delectable creations born from his wife's imaginative culinary mind.
His lunches were always a harmonious burst of colors, arranged with such precision that Naruto occasionally finds himself compelled to pause and simply marvel at the painstakingly crafted meal in all its splendor.
His lunches always possess an exquisite beauty, as if fashioned by celestial hands, devoid of any imperfection in both appearance and, of course, taste.
Such dishes practically exclaim "Bon Appétit" by their sheer visual allure alone.
And oh, how he relishes each and every bite.
During that time, Naruto demands that no one bothers him, no one enters his office, no one emails him, no one fucking speaks to him.
During those moments, the only things that truly matter are his wife's cooking and the act of filling his empty stomach.
Naruto revels in those moments, devouring his lunches with gusto, regularly exclaiming "Itadakimasu" so loudly in gratitude for his beloved wife's cooking that his coworkers can hear him even behind the closed door of his office.
He kicks his feet and playfully wiggles his toes under his desk, letting out contented sighs, and on occasion, even experiences a slight burn of the tongue from hastily devouring all of the piping hot dishes.
Yet, none of it wipes the happy smile from his face.
These instances are precious, a time when the chaotic world fades away, and Naruto is reminded of the warmth and love he carries from home, all packed neatly within the plastic containers of his bento lunches.
However, once his lunch is devoured, and his bento box is empty, it serves as a stark reminder that it's time to return to work.
It's such a pain…
Yet, Naruto perseveres, propelled by the knowledge that each passing hour brought him one step closer to the evening, where he could return to his loving wife, leaving the day's chaos far behind.
His thoughts are always consumed by one person and that is his beloved wife, Hinata.
She occupies his mind every waking moment, the culprit that is responsible for his constant drive and motivation, the entirety of her presence an embodiment of joy.
The depth of Naruto's affection for her is palpable, evoking a flutter of butterflies in his stomach with recalling any memory of her, be it her smile, her laughter, or the touch of her lips against his own.
Naruto's love for Hinata is boundless, to the extent that he often yearns to just stay home, to never depart from her in order to escape the monotonous routine of paperwork and social engagements.
However, if he were to do that, it wouldn't be very responsible of him.
As the provider and head of his household, Naruto has a crucial obligation: to work diligently and secure the resources needed to ensure his partner's happiness and contentment. Therefore, he faces the trials of rising early each day and putting in long, tireless hours to earn necessary income.
This is precisely why he eagerly anticipates these exact moments, day after day, without fail: the end of his work shifts, and being back at home.
Due to his excitement, Naruto's steps quickened along the sidewalk with the promise of home just down the end of it, his leather briefcase swinging rhythmically at his side, occasionally bumping against his formal slacks.
His pace was brisk and determined, his oxfords clicking against the stone steps, his legs kicking through bundles of colorful leaves, as he advanced with a lively pep in his step.
He even let out cheerful whistles.
There was no doubt about it–he was eagerly looking forward to reuniting with his wife.
Usually, as he steps though the threshold of his home, he's greeted with a warm welcome from Hinata, a loving hug, and a hot plate of food to fill his empty belly.
Yesterday evening, he was surprised to be met with a tantalizing aroma wafting through the air of his home, as soon as he stepped inside. Only to later be surprised to find that Hinata had prepared a special Japanese dish for his dinner, a beautifully presented bowl of Pork Teriyaki Donburi.
Naruto still remembers that dish, (even now), given how goddamn good it was.
Such a dish was a masterpiece in the blonde's eyes—tender grilled pork chops, glazed with sweet teriyaki sauce, atop fluffy Japanese rice. On top of that, the dish was adorned with scallions, sesame seeds, and a medley of colorful, fresh vegetables.
Each bite was a revelation: juicy, flavorful pork; saucy, balanced rice. The crunch of vegetables complemented the savory meat, taking him to another world. It was a symphony of flavors that captivated Naruto.
The care and love in every bite made it an unforgettable meal for him.
Now, Naruto can't help but wonder what he'll be eating today.
His stomach growled on cue.
It's these indulgences that constantly make him thank kami that he has someone to return home to, particularly someone like Hinata.
Without fail or hesitation, she tends to all of his needs, whether it's his hunger with her delectable cooking, the tension in his shoulders that she skillfully massages away, or even his manly urges, allowing him to unwind in a more intimate manner.
Indeed, he was in the mood for a nice, hot meal or perhaps something a bit spicier to conclude his evening on a high note.
A mischievous smirk graced Naruto's lips as he at last reached the entrance of his very own humble abode. Following the stone path, he was led up to a wooden porch that encircled the front of the house, cradled within the embrace of the surrounding trees.
The sight before him was a true idyll, a snug little house that embodied serenity and peace for him.
His home was his safe haven. A sumptuous delight.
There, before Naruto, stood the two-story house he shared with his wife, its structure emanating a serene elegance that seamlessly blended with the autumnal hues of the dusky natural surroundings.
Smooth, warm-toned wood formed the walls, intricately designed. Sliding paper doors adorned the front, showcasing delicate patterns in various shades of brown, offering glimpses into the serene interior.
The roof, elegantly curved and topped with wooden shingles, gently descended to form a sheltering canopy over the structure.
Traditional lanterns graced the exterior, suspended from the porch ceilings, their gentle illumination casting a warm radiance during the evening hours.
A meticulously tended garden framed the entrance, featuring carefully pruned bonsai trees and lively blossoming plants, all thanks to his wife's passion for gardening. Hinata's diligent care infused the surroundings with a touch of natural splendor, enhancing the overall beauty of their home.
Naruto looked up at the house with admiration, his gaze following the elegant lines of the eaves and the graceful arch of the roof. It was a truly remarkable sight, showcasing the skill and artistry of Japanese architecture. The house exuded a peaceful aura, inviting anyone who approached to enter a realm of love and serenity.
Finally standing before it, Naruto was overcome with a wave of gratitude and contentment.
This was their home, a sanctuary where he and his wife could forge a life filled with love and treasured moments.
A place where they can build a family together.
Grinning, Naruto finally took the necessary steps to advance, eager to step through the threshold and immerse himself in the welcoming embrace that awaited him.
Without delay, Naruto took hold of the front sliding door, or more accurately, the fusuma door, swiftly initiating its opening to step inside his home. As he slid the front door of his home open, the burden of his responsibilities and the pressures of adulthood seemed to dissipate altogether, replaced by a growing sense of excitement.
Stepping into the welcoming warmth of his home, the familiar scent of the space enveloped him, instantly easing his mind.
The gentle, warm illumination from the lighting fixtures bathed the area in a soothing glow, conjuring an atmosphere that felt like heaven, beckoning him to venture further inside and desert the outside world.
"Hinata-hime, I'm home!"
Without hesitation, Naruto called out to his beloved with a voice that bore a blend of weariness and anticipation. He yearned for Hinata to be aware of his return, to experience the joy of him being back home and in her company once more. It was a cherished routine, this moment of calling out to announce his arrival and reuniting with her.
The blonde man always found himself eagerly anticipating these very moments, where he'd step through their doorway and find himself welcomed by the presence of his wife.
Naruto could vividly picture Hinata's smile, the soft arc of her lips that never failed to brighten his mood.
He could almost foresee her launching herself at him, eager to wrap her arms around his terribly weary body. The thought of her waiting for him, her presence filling the space with warmth and affection, was something that never failed to fill his heart with a rush of gratefulness.
However, his smile faltered as his call was met with a haunting silence that seemed to permeate every corner of the house like an deadly chill. In an instant, his heart sank, replaced by a gnawing worry at the absence of his wife's familiar response to his usual greeting.
Furrowing his brow, he proceeded deeper into their home, not before taking a moment to carefully shift the front door closed behind him.
Naruto turned back around, determined to explore further.
He called out to Hinata again.
"Hey, Hinata-hime! I'm back!"
Silence.
Yet again.
Naruto's nose wrinkled, the scent of Hinata's favorite vanilla candles lingering in the air.
His ears strained, eager to catch any familiar sounds within the house. He longed to hear the usual clinks of utensils in the kitchen, the soft sizzle of the stove, or the gentle rustle of fabric as Hinata moved about in her adorable socks.
But nothing.
Naruto heard nothing.
He wrinkled his brows, 'What the hell is going on-?'
But just as he thought that, he suddenly heard a sudden shuffle within the diner area of the home, a confirmation of other life within the quiet space.
"In here, my love!"
Naruto's ears perked up.
And there it was, precisely what he had been seeking.
His wife's voice.
Hinata.
Her melodious voice exuded tenderness and warmth, instantly alleviating the concerns he felt earlier. Hinata's angelic voice held a soothing rhythm as it echoed through the entire house, a harmonious familiarity that resided deep within him.
And in that instant, the world around the blonde seemed to blur, leaving only the enchanting allure of his wife's voice, guiding him toward its source.
The dining room.
A smirk slid across his whiskered face before he took a step forward, but he didn't do so, not without kicking off his formal shoes and placing them on the shoe rack beside the entrance door.
Naruto bit his lip.
"Alright, hime, I'm coming."
"Hurry, my love!"
A chuckle escaped his lips as he sensed the enthusiasm in his wife's tone, a rather peculiar detail that piqued his interest. He clutched his briefcase firmly and began to venture across the hardwood floor, each step echoing as he went.
"Alright, alright, I'm hurrying." Naruto exclaimed with another chuckle, rocking his briefcase through the air, back and forth by his side.
"What's got you so excited, hm, Hinata-hime?"
Naruto raised his voice, calling out in an attempt to reach his wife from a distance.
However, as he inched closer to the dining room, he couldn't ignore the fact that Hinata's voice gradually intensified, solidifying his suspicion that she was, in fact, situated in the area he had assumed earlier: the dining room of the house.
"Oh Naruto-kun, I've got a surprise treat just for you!"
"Oh? A surprise treat, eh?" Naruto retorted in amusement, and instantly, his thoughts veered towards food—or rather, a succulent, piping-hot meal of his utmost liking to devour.
'Mmm, it's gotta be ramen'. Naruto's thoughts were consumed by hunger, distorted by it, and on cue, his stomach let forth a growl.
"Mmm, that sounds delightful, hime," He murmured incoherently, as if in a trance brought on by none other than starvation. Gently, he gave his empty belly a rub, doing so with his free hand.
And on that note, Naruto's speed increased.
In a matter of seconds, Naruto closed the remaining distance to the sliding entrance of the dining room with eagerness, now mere inches from where his wife was waiting.
Naruto smirked.
He didn't wait.
He instead, reached his free hand forth to grab the handle of the door tight, and without a second thought, he swung it open.
"Does my surprise happen to be food, Hinata-hi-?"
His words were almost instantly silenced, caught in his throat, as he laid eyes on his wife upon returning home for the first time.
However, what he witnessed, what Hinata had hinted at earlier, was certainly not what he had expected.
Yes, a treat was certainly presented in front of him, but such a treat certainty didn't have anything to do with food.
No.
Not in the slightest.
This was a different type of treat. A treat that no doubt caused his interests to pique skyhigh.
"Well, well. Now what do we have here, hm?" Naruto's inquiry escaped his lips mischievously as he approached his wife in the dining room. The table was surprisingly bare, void of any food, but instead, Hinata herself occupied the space.
A sight he was certainly not expecting.
She was perched on the dining table, near the far end, closest to the room's entrance, or more specifically, facing where Naruto currently stood. Hinata sat on the table as if it were a chair, her legs playfully but adorably swinging back and forth off the edge, her focus directed entirely on him.
She playfully waved, giggling, "Konbanwa, Naruto-kun."
"Konbanwa, Hinata-hime." Naruto replied with a charming smirk, watching her as she gracefully hopped off the table and landed on the floor with a soft thud. However, her movement drew notice to the cute white socks she had on, which served as soft padding with her steps.
In a hurried motion, Naruto's eyes eagerly drank in every inch of his wife, his mind swiftly spiraling into some rather naughty musings. He couldn't help but recall what Hinata had hinted at earlier, that a delightful surprise awaited him.
Naruto clicked his tongue. 'No fucking way.' He thought with a devious smirk.
'Hinata couldn't have planned what I think she has, could she?' Naruto thought once more, absorbed in his naughty thoughts as he went about further inspecting his devious wife.
Hinata giggled at the shocked reaction of her husband, standing at the entrance door with his mind churning, his mouth gaping, and his interests piqued.
It was just the reaction she was hoping for.
Naruto hummed, biting his lip, "Heh, you certainly look... cozy."
There, Naruto witnessed a grand sight, a definite treat he had the luxury of witnessing.
With delight, he traced his cerulean eyes from the crown of his wife's head to the tips of her toes, marveling at an outfit he'd never seen before, one that he hadn't imagined Hinata would ever have in her possession.
She was dressed in a onesie.
But it wasn't just any onesie.
Hinata was presently adorned in a cozy and alluring white onesie, perfect for the fall season. But it was adorned from head to toe with a delightful pattern of ripe, juicy peaches scattered across the fabric.
The soft white background of the attire served as a canvas for the vibrant, cheerful fruit motifs. The peaches were embellished with small speckles and gradients, mirroring the authentic texture of real fruit.
The garment was not only visually appealing but also exuded a sense of comfort and relaxation, making it a perfect choice for a cozy day at home.
But from a man's perspective, from Naruto's perspective, the onesie worn by Hinata exuded a subtle yet undeniable sense of sensuality. The fabric, caressing her form with a gentle embrace, hinted at the contours of her body underneath, allowing him glimpses of her natural grace and feminine allure.
The peaches, scattered strategically across the fabric, no, across the body of his slender, and luscious woman, drew attention with their luscious color and playful arrangement.
The peaches, with their warm hues of orange and red, seem to dance across the onesie, inviting Naruto's eyes to trace their path, and come to grasp with their sensual design. The peaches decorating Hinata's onesie was a vivid and luscious shade of coral, each one boasting a plump and juicy appearance similar to that of a woman's buttocks.
It was certainly a sight to behold, a sight that instantly caused Naruto to salivate, his mouth watering in response to witnessing the delectable treat in front of him.
Hinata chuckled as she noticed her husband's blue eyes immediately darkened with arousal, fixated on her—exactly as she desired.
She hummed, wiggling her hips a bit, "Mmm, you like?"
She observed her blonde husband nodding, his grip on his briefcase handle growing tighter.
"Heh, like?" He shook his head, better emphasizing his adoration for her attire choice.
"No, I love it, my darling. Opting for such a onesie is a bold move, but an excellent one. Heh,"
Naruto chuckled, "it accentuates those gorgeous curves of yours, just the way I love Hinata-hime. But I'm curious..." The blonde cocked his head, studying how the snug onesie she wore highlighted the contours of her hourglass figure so well, he couldn't help but mutter a short but sweet…
"damn."
Naruto found himself utterly captivated by the sensuality as well as the confidence radiating from his woman, intrigued by this… delightful surprise she had in store for him.
Instantly, his mind ventured into naughty territory, entertaining a few racy ideas about what might be on his wife's agenda for tonight.
However, Naruto opted to feign innocence. He wanted Hinata to reveal her plans to him in full, to share what she'd been plotting. To his utter delight.
So, he let out a playful chuckle, "So, where's this... treat of yours, hmm?" Naruto glanced around the diner room, feigning a perplexed expression, "Where might I find it?"
Hinata bit her lip, to hold back a giggle. She knew exactly what Naruto was doing.
That mischievous glint in his eyes was unmistakable as his gaze lingered over her, a seductive grin slowly but surely unfurling across those fox-like, whiskered cheeks of his.
He was well aware of her intentions, as well aware of the naughty endeavors that crawled around in her head, and danced around on her face.
He knew her well anyway.
But Naruto was so intrigued, he wanted her to reveal her plans to him step by step.
Hinata had no problem with that.
In fact, she responded with an amused giggle, her chest rumbling, which caused strands of her midnight blue hair to escape their confines and gently graze her cheeks.
Her long hair was gathered in a messy, high bun, keeping it out of her face and revealing every bit of her delicate facial features.
The midnight blue-haired woman hummed thoughtfully, running her free hand along her clad form, just along her right hip.
"You know, Naruto-kun, I've been giving a lot of thought to what I should prepare for you this evening."
"Yeah?" Naruto breathed, absolutely loving where this was going.
Hinata sent a charming smile his way, her lavender orbs glistening in the light. Her left hand tapped the diner table beside her, "I wanted to offer you something different, something special for you, Naruto-kun. Something that is tailored precisely to your needs, to provide the satisfaction a hard working man such as yourself so rightly deserves."
Hinata gave a tender smile, "I've noticed your dedication, Naruto-kun. I've noticed all the challenging mornings, the rough workdays, and the constant stress you endure every single day."
She paused her words to nibble her lip gently, her eyebrows furrowing, "You've been pouring so much of yourself into taking care of me, making sacrifices everyday to ensure we both attain the happiness we've always yearned for."
Hinata nodded, her bun swaying with her motion, "So, I considered this for you, my love; an opportunity to completely indulge tonight, as much as you want."
Naruto's eyes shot wide, his heart skipping several beats by Hinata's words which resonated deep within him.
Hinata giggled once more, "So, I have figured out just what you should eat tonight, Naruto-kun."
And in that moment, Hinata turned her body, turning her body in a graceful pivot, so he could see even more of her. As she moved, the onesie moved with her, displaying a fluidity that highlighted the gracefulness of her gestures.
But as she turned around, Naruto's mind no longer took in the way the onesie looked on his woman's body but rather the makeshift of the fabric piece itself.
What he saw, made his mouth drop even farther, and his massive friend buried within his slacks instantly spring to life.
There, Hinata presented once more his meal for the night, a grand meal meticulously prepared to damn near perfection.
There, Hinata revealed her backside, where a highly surprising detail was revealed, a detail that if Hinata didn't turn around, he would still completely be oblivious too.
Her onesie possessed a butt flap.
Naruto's eyes shot wide at the sight of the white buttons that were engraved into her seductive lounge choice, which seemed to follow an oval path right around his wife's buttocks, the fabric merely covering up the space where the crack of her pussy lips was located.
The flap was currently closed, but thanks to Naruto's patience, or moment of shock rather, he witnessed his wife reaching behind her luscious frame to pry the fabric open, to snap it loose from the buttons that held it close.
"Mmm, that's right. You can have me for dinner, my love."
Hinata bit her lip as she went about pulling her onesie's butt flap open, to give Naruto an even closer look at the meal he will be eating tonight.
"I figured it's the least I can give you. And besides," Hinata shrugged her shoulders, looking back at his shocked frame over her shoulder, "I just wanted to be creative tonight, maybe even a little spicer."
And with that, a loud pop was heard from the buttons of Hinata's onesie and finally, his surprise awaited him.
A grand sight of Hinata's creamy buttocks.
Hinata wore absolutely no panties underneath her onesie. Her two asscheeks seemed to peek out at him through the opening of her onesie, a onesie, by the way, he never knew existed until now.
Hell, a onesie he never knew that his wife knew about.
It was a onesie that forsaken the essence of comfort and innocence, but now took on a different approach, one of seduction and all right naughtiness, and it now inhabited the body of his wife, his sexy fucking wife.
Naruto growled underneath his breath, trying his best to hold back his restraints but he felt them slipping. Dangerously so.
It was always a pleasure to observe his wife transition from her innocent, wholesome demeanor to a more confident, seductive version of herself.
It almost felt like Naruto was witnessing a different side of his wife emerging, brought forth effortlessly and presented to him without hesitation—a method to fulfill his desires in a way she knew well.
Now, with her adorned in such a onesie, revealing the plan she had dedicated the entire day to bring to fruition, he knew that she meant business.
Even down to her voice, he knew she was just as horny as he was. Her tone had transformed into a sultry symphony, draped in velvet and laced with subtle allure. Low and smoldering, her voice revealed a seductive side she reserved for him and only him.
Each word she spoke unfolded languidly, bathed in a sensuous cadence that seemed to caress his ears, and cause his dick to rise more and more in his slacks.
There was an intimate confidence in her delivery, a knowing inflection hinting at hidden desires. Her words lingered, leaving a tantalizing trail of anticipation, weaving a spell of temptation that invited him to lose himself completely.
Naruto felt his arousal growing exponentially, every second his manly urges rising up that peak to a place of no return, especially as he witnessed his wife begin to climb on the diner table, the very same table he always ate her home cooked meals on but now…
She was his meal for tonight.
And Naruto surely didn't protest that.
His erection, in fact, twitched in delight in his formal slacks, brushing against the zipper, eager to be unleashed.
His stomach was no longer the recipient that will be in the spotlight today, but instead his dick was. Just as his stomach growls when it wishes for fulfillment, his dick twitched and hardened, yearning with all of its might to reach for its meal.
Naruto's blue eyes darkened even further, 'Mmm, what a turn of events.' He thought with a lick of his lips.
It was always like Hinata, always going the extra mile to be considerate, presenting precisely what he desired, as if she could read his mind. She always knew how to brighten his day and cater to his needs with utmost expertise.
And once again, she hadn't failed to impress him, displaying her talents once more.
And Naruto was pleased. Deeply.
He licked his lips yet again, a curse slipping past his gaping lips, "Mmm, fuck yeah, sweetheart. I got to say, you've really done something that I never thought possible." Naruto trailed off before he began to take a step forward, deeper into the diner room.
"Mmm, and what might that be, my love?" Hinata purred, her sweet voice filling the entirety of the room, imbuing it with her loveliness.
Naruto huffed, closing the dining room door behind him with a thump before continuing his journey forward, drawn closer to his delectable meal.
He hummed, his spiky hair tousling with every step, "You've outdone yourself with my meal tonight, Hinata-hime. Out of all of them, this has gotta be the best one yet."
Hinata couldn't suppress a giggle in response to her husband's compliment. And as a playful treat, she began to shake her ass for him, firmly placing her hands on the wooden table to maintain her position, bent over, providing Naruto with a little show.
Hinata truly relished hearing that. It boosted her confidence, reassuring her that Naruto was genuinely pleased with the meal she had conceived, prepared, and served to him tonight.
She was certain he would be anyway.
Hinata lowered her head a bit, as she continued the action of wiggling her ass, her visible cheeks swaying left and right, their performance presented clearly through the round hole in her onesie.
"Oh? I'm your best meal, hm?"
"Hell yeah you are, beautiful."
Hinata giggled once more, before she brought one finger up, doing so to beckon him over, "Mmm, oh, my sweetheart, just wait until you get a taste of me."
She shook her ass once more, her creamy buttocks rocking side to side in a steady but enticing motion, "Come, sit down. Your meal is all ready and prepared for you, my dear husband."
On that note, Hinata rotated her body, ensuring her back was no longer facing Naruto but his designated chair at the table, the one he sat in every single day.
She then turned her head back to her husband.
She brought her tongue forth and swiped the pink appendage along her plump lips in a circular motion, enticingly slow. It was a display that gave off an irresistible effect, one that made Naruto's dick fully erect.
"Come, enjoy your meal." Hinata squinted her lavender eyes at him, "Taste me. Eat me."
Those enticing demands were all it took for Naruto to finally advance in an effort to enjoy the meal his wife had offered him for the night; her.
Naruto quickly made his way over like the starving man he was, ready to enjoy the fruits of her.
His mouth was fucking salivating, watering in a desire to get a taste of the delicacy that resided right within the gape of his wife's onesie, in the gapes of her now visible asscheeks. He was ready to devour her whole, to consume all that she had to offer, and even afterward, go for seconds. No thirds.
He rushed over to her like a dog would to a treat, electing several giggles to slip out of Hinata's mouth at the sight of her husband’s visible enthusiasm.
With a clatter, he placed his briefcase on the diner table, just beside her bent form, removing it from his hands, and momentarily getting it and what it stood for out of his sight and mind.
His blue eyes were rooted on his meal, and only his meal at the moment, once more with his usual desire to not be bothered by other matters as he attends to it.
Now front and center, he was able to see the significant gape in Hinata's peach onesie, where it gave sight to her own natural peach, revealing her succulent, juicy core. Her pussy lips.
Her pretty pink pussy lips were presented in between her plump asscheeks, fat, puffed, and glazed with a symphony of nectarous juices, a sight so delightful to Naruto's eyes, he couldn't help but stand back and marvel at it.
No matter how many times he witnessed the private delicacies of his wife, Hinata was still a meal unlike any other he's ever seen or eaten before. She was akin to a treasure trove of hidden delights, a treat within a treat that should be ravished again and again.
At first glance of her backside, it appears to hold just one prize, her delectable ass, but when he looks deeper, there lies a cascade of additional treasures waiting to be discovered.
Each layer of her present yet another gem, creating an escalating sense to arise for him to explore all that she had to offer.
After all, he never grows tired of doing so.
Naruto licked his lips for the umpteenth time it seems, "Oh, my beautiful hime, you always just know how to please me." He breathed, as he centered his body directly behind Hinata, causing her to turn her head even further over her shoulder to keep an eye on him.
Hinata watched with hooded lavender eyes as Naruto slowly reached up and deftly pulled the knot of his tie loose. The fabric relaxed, unwinding from its formal embrace in response to his yank.
As Naruto loosened the fabric, he immediately felt a palpable sense of freedom, free from the restraints of his formal display and now transiting into a more relaxed one, a relaxed form ready to eat his meal in peace.
The black silk slid through his fingers, cool and smooth, just as his blue eyes slid across the delicacy of his wife bent and spread for him, his heated gaze never drifting off of her as he went about removing a piece of his formal wear.
His actions were deliberate, each movement executed with an unhurried pace, his narrowed blue eyes focused and intent.
Now, it was his turn to provide Hinata with a spectacle, and he observed as he made her shudder. The way he smoothly worked his tie off, coupled with his intense gaze, caused more of those enticing juices of hers to slip from her opening.
She moaned, batting her eyelashes back at him, "Oh Naruto-kun." She moaned.
"Heh," Naruto scoffed playfully, before he gave his tie a final tug before easing, allowing it to hang more casually around his neck.
He then let out a growl, low and deep, "Mmm, I am going to enjoy this, hime." He whispered out seductively, before plopping his ass right upon his usual diner seat. He scooted his chair forward, so he could be up close and personal with his meal.
Hinata hummed before giving her ass a sensual rock, "Yes, Naruto-kun, it's all yours, my love. Eat until your heart's content." She moaned, her loose strands of midnight blue hair fluttering in the air, keeping pace with her movements.
She gave him one last wiggle of her ass, "Bon Appétit, my love."
Naruto gave Hinata an amused look, one of furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, and a playful smirk.
Instead, he clasped his hands together, pressing his palms firmly, creating a seamless connection of skin against skin.
Bowing his head, he expressed gratitude to Hinata for presenting him with a meal before partaking in it.
"How about…" Naruto lifted his head to smirk naughtily.
"Itadakimasu."
And after that, Hinata didn't even have a moment to react or respond before she felt large hands quickly cup her plump asscheeks, nestling over the soft fabric of her onesie. It was only then she felt something hot, slimy, and wet slam directly within the crack of her ass.
Naruto wasted no time.
Just as he typically devoured the meals Hinata presented upon his return home, he approached tonight's meal with the same gusto.
He began to work on munching on that ass.
In a short span, the dining room resonated with the symphony of slurps, the subtle creaks of the table, profound groans of satisfaction, and the harmonious moans of ecstasy as Naruto indulged in his meal.
He firmly grasped Hinata's voluptuous hips, pressing his thumbs against her pussy lips where he gently parted them, securing her in place before him. It was then, that he eagerly explored the delicacy revealed by her onesie, finally delving inside and lavishing her entirely.
His eyes were sealed shut, immersing himself in a different world where only he and Hinata's pussy existed. In this world, he was reignited, drawn back to delve into the intricate workings of his wife's very being, eager to explore everything she had to offer.
His mouth was set wide open, his head plunged deeply into her warmth, employing his tongue to navigate her dripping wet core. He rhythmically moved his moist appendage back and forth between her folds, capturing every drop of her essence that coated them.
His movements were untamed, driven by an insatiable need as he thoroughly explored her, leaving his lips, mouth, and chin stained with the evidence of her arousal in no time flat.
The table beneath them also grew sullied in the process, adorned with remnants of her essence as it dripped and splattered from the entire ordeal. But the mess mattered little to Naruto.
Never did.
Naruto, ever the messy enthusiast, reveled in the chaos that accompanied his indulgences. To him, mess wasn't a drawback; it was a confirmation to the satisfaction derived from his endeavors.
When it came to savoring his indulgences, be it culinary or carnal, the disarray only heightened the sense of delight he felt, each scattered droplet or smudge an insignia of a thoroughly enjoyed feast.
For him, mess equaled pleasure, and pleasure was always worth the untidy aftermath.
Now, after an long day at work, his undivided attention was directed solely towards his meal—Hinata.
Naruto gave her long strokes with his tongue, gliding his slimy pink appendage up and down the wet slit of his wife's pussy. He hummed, savoring as her moans escalated in volume, the quivering of her pussy lips against his skilled tongue, and the steady flow of her essence.
Without hesitation, Naruto quickly gathered every droplet of her intoxicating nectar, ensuring no portion of her essence went to waste.
In that moment, Hinata experienced firsthand the vigor with which her husband usually devoured his meals, the undeniable power of his tongue exploring every inch of her, exerting a force, precision, and accuracy against her pussy lips that nearly brought her to climax on the spot.
Just like his meals, she didn't stand a chance.
Naruto groaned, his blue eyes rolling, "Fuck, you taste so fucking delicious, Hinata-hime. I can never get enough of this pussy of yours-"
"Oh kami yes!" Hinata squealed, her toes curling within her white socks, anchored by his head. The quivering of her body seem to intensify more and more, steadily escalating like a leaf caught in a fierce wind, each passing moment amplifying the rhythmic tremors that coursed through her.
"Please, don’t stop, Naruto-kun, please don’t stop!"
"Oh love, who ever said I’d do that?" Naruto questioned, with a low growl.
He swiftly lowered one hand, delivering a decisive spank to her pale buttocks enveloped by the peach onesie still worn on her body. The captivating jiggle of her derrière was unmistakable, rippling about, beckoning for more attention.
"Kyahh!"
Hinata cried out in reaction to the intense smack, only to receive another, serving as a mild punishment for her earlier response, the sound slicing through the air.
Oh, Hinata was mistaken; she should know better.
He was only just getting started with her.
Naruto chuckled, teasingly rocking his hands along her asscheeks, reveling in the delightful way they jiggled, like jello, due to his touch.
"Mmm, baby, I'm not done with you, far from it." Naruto growled, "I'm going to savor every last inch of you," He whispered, trailing over her quivering pussy, relishing the desired juices as it steadily spilled from her.
He observed as the juices trickled down her velvety folds, descending all over her onesie, to ultimately contribute to the messy pool of liquids already on the table below her.
Naruto licked his lips, loving the effect of his dirty words on Hinata, noting the subtle quiver from her body as he disclosed his intentions.
He nodded, his blonde bangs tousling about, "Yeah, I’m gonna eat you out until my fucking tongue becomes numb, and only then, I’ll treat that pussy to some good ole dick."
"Yes please! Please, do what you wish! I’m yours I'm-ooh!"
Hinata's pleas were silenced when Naruto rushed forward, grabbing a hold of her again, to carry out his promises. He dived back into her intense heat like he never left, making it once again his mission to suck her dry.
But it was quite the challenge.
Hinata's love juices flowed endlessly, a ceaseless stream cascading out of her like a never ending fountain. It was as if each drop held the promise of revitalization, and Naruto's insatiable tongue eagerly sought to lap up every ounce of this…rejuvenating elixir.
His taste buds danced with the richness of her essence, absorbing the nutrients as though his masculine body craved the replenishment she offered.
Hinata's love juices proved sweet to Naruto's senses, an intoxicating blend of floral notes and a hint of warmth that enveloped him completely, unleashing an undertone of musky arousal that hung in the air, teasing his senses tenfold.
As Naruto indulged in the feast before him, the taste of his wife's pussy left a lingering imprint on his tongue, a delicate fusion of saltiness and the subtle sweetness that bespoke the deliciousness of her essence.
Each inhale, each lick, each suck brought him deeper into the immersive essence of Hinata, and he lost himself more and more in the process.
The spiky-haired blonde released a deep, delighted moan. He then made the needy decision to encircle her thighs with his strong arms, securing her in place, leaving his face to immerse itself in her warmth.
But, upon doing so, he discovered his face pressed beneath the weight of his wife's fat ass, making breathing rather difficult for him.
Leaning back slightly, he peered up at his wife through his sweat-dampened blonde locks, his gaze now clouded with desire.
"Oh, Hinata-hime?" He called out, his voice taking on a playful, sing-song tone.
Hinata whimpered, shifting her head slowly to meet his gaze in response to his call.
However, upon witnessing his intense stare and disheveled appearance, she had to restrain herself from climaxing right then and there.
Breathing heavily, she struggled to catch her breath, numerous strands of her hair escaping their confines and gently tickling her cheeks, "Mm, y-yes, N-Naruto-kun?" She panted.
Hinata watched as Naruto nodded rather slyly down to her asscheeks, "Why don't ya be a doll, and spread those asscheeks a little further for me, hime." He then nodded at her hands, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Use those hands of yours, give 'em a nice, wide spread, will ya."
Hinata's entire body flushed a deeper shade of red in response to the embarrassing order she was given, but she obeyed, regardless.
Under her husband's penetrating gaze, she brought her hands down shakily to widen the spread of her buttocks, allowing him greater access to her glistening folds in between.
She bit her lip, glancing over her shoulder at him, "L-Like this?"
"Mmm," Naruto murmured, embracing her thighs. He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her right buttock as a gesture of approval, "Yes, that's it. Keep that ass spread, just like that for me, hime. Grant me access to feast on all of you."
Only after those words did Naruto plunge forward once more, this time, accelerating his pace, coming at her even harder.
Hinata stood no chance.
Hinata's cries reverberated far and wide, emanating from the depths of her chest to fill the echoey dining room around.
Her grip on her buttocks tightened, leaving crimson imprints of her fingerprints on her highly responsive skin. The knuckles of her hands, numbed and strained from its prolonged position against her flesh, had turned a pale shade as she continued to keep herself spread for dear life.
Her features tightened uncontrollably, an expression of unbridled joy etched across her face. Naruto's fierce licking put her through the wringer, igniting every nerve inside her like a wildfire. Her stomach warmed, and a tight knot formed within her, reaching extremes that made breathing difficult.
Hinata certainly knew what that meant.
Her eyes rolled, and she began swaying back and forth along the table, attempting to distance her buttocks from Naruto's face, to escape the pleasure he was giving her.
However, he forcefully pulled her back, causing her to collide against his mouth yet again, locking her in a cycle of pleasure in which she couldn't escape.
Never once did he let up, or stop his advancements. No.
Naruto kept it up, putting Hinata through the wringer.
Now, with her ass now spread wider, and her legs held tight against the other one by large hands, Hinata was trapped against Naruto’s tongue, his head stucked in between her ass, a world he never wanted to leave. Ever.
He gave his head a vigorous yank, throwing his head back and forth within her pussy lips. He relished the way her lower lips jiggled and swayed against his face, dangling between her inner thighs, the tender flesh steadily brushing against his skin after every lick.
However, it was this very act that ultimately pushed Hinata past her breaking point, the intensity of the knot inside her becoming too much to bear.
Her breath hitched, and she began to convulse wildly, causing the table to wobble and shake on its legs, "Oh kami, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"
"Mmm," Naruto delivered a slap on her ass, a smack of encouragement, "Yes, cum, hime. Cum for me."
But it was only that, that caused the cord in Hinata to finally snap, and within seconds, she was cumming all over the place, spasming and writhing within his hold.
"Ahh, oh kami! I-I'm cumming! I-I'm cumming!"
"Aww fuck yeah! Give it all to me, hime, cum all over my fucking tongue." Naruto wiggled his head in her heat, lapping at the juices that squirted out of her, "Yes, cum all over my face."
Hinata emitted a high-pitched squeal, showcasing an impressive range of vocalization, with her voice diving from a low to a high octave in mere milliseconds.
As she approached her climax's peak, she spasmed, kicking her legs and wiggling her ass, but she was held still, aided by Naruto in riding such waves of pleasure to the very end.
The aftermath of her climax was intense, bordering on painful, but after that initial release, she soon found herself experiencing a rush of orgasms, one after the other.
Naruto still didn't stop. Hell no.
He wasn't satisfied just yet.
He dedicated himself to ensuring no part of Hinata remained untouched. Now, with her held wide open, Naruto's tongue lapped every inch of her: her pussy lips, her opening, her clit, and even her back door.
The blonde was in a frenzy, soon pulling his head up to run his tongue around and around the rim of her anus hole, which pulsated at the mere senstation of his hot tongue tracing it.
Hinata jolted in his grasp, likely from surprise, but her moans, the pleasure he provided, and the multitude of orgasms that crashed into her body drowned out all sense of reality for her, rendering her brain to mere puddy.
And thus, her moans grew even louder.
At times, Hinata found herself unable to even vocalize her pleasure, her lips set wide open to let forth a silent scream, eyes rolling back, body spasming on the table as Naruto's expert advancements unraveled her completely.
His tongue, lips, and even teeth touched every part of her, exploring every nuance he could get a hold of.
He was like a beast, ravishing her whole.
Naruto descended upon her with unrestrained fervor, a pace she struggled to match. His lips nibbled and pulled at her pussy lips, while his mouth created a suction and warmth around her clit, offering a persistent stimulation.
Delving his tongue deep into her opening, he slithered the slimy, wet appendage further inside, tracing along her walls to savor more of her delectable essence, determined to reach the pinnacle of satisfaction he craved.
With closed eyes, he even ventured to lap at her anus a few more times, his tongue moving rapidly in various directions—up and down, side to side, and in circular motions—over the twitching hole.
His intent was clear: he wanted to leave his mark on every inch of her, to consume her entirely.
Hinata completely lost it.
She lost all control over her body and mind, completely at the mercy of Naruto's insatiable tongue.
The heat coursing through her body gave her skin a reddish hue, resembling a ripe tomato.
Her limbs grew pleasantly numb, overwhelmed by the intense sensations emanating from every angle of her lower region, as Naruto teased, licked, and played with her pussy, causing even that part of her to go numb.
Hinata was completely helpless, her legs trembling, body convulsing as another orgasm steadily approached.
She could do nothing but stay still and take every lingering lick from her husband, just like a good little wife. Yet she reveled in every moment, relishing the submissive role she played for Naruto.
Truly, Hinata didn't want the moment to end; therefore, just as she always did, she allowed Naruto to finish his meal in peace.
And that's what she intended to do now.
To prove her point, she arched her back, turning her head over her shoulder, to shake her ass against Naruto's face, watching as her buttocks brushed against his whiskered cheeks and nose, drowning him more into her heat.
But he didn't seem to be phased.
He grumbled in satisfaction, causing Hinata to giggle.
She was even more delighted to feel his tongue drive harder against her due to her actions, poking and prodding her anus with vigor. The midnight blue-haired woman whimpered, her lavender eyes crossing.
"Oh Naruto-kun, yes, yes, yes!! Right there!!”
"Mmm, that's fucking right." Naruto growled, drawing his head back to release a glob of spit onto her anus, only to dive forward and lap at it, a strand of spit connecting from her second hole to his extended tongue.
He watched as her used whole quivered.
He smirked, "Yes, scream my fucking name.”
"Oh Naruto-kun!!!"
Naruto moaned, licking his lips with a pop, "Mmm, such a dirty fucking girl you are. You like this, huh?"
He withdrew his arms from around her, unzipping his slacks roughly to finally free his erect cock.
His member had been eagerly twitching within his pants throughout the entire time, yearning to be free, and join in on the fun.
And so, he gave his dick the chance it's been longing for.
He unleashed it from its confines, gripping the veiny shaft tightly in one hand as he once again dove his head forward to lick his wife's anus.
He listened to her mewl, her toes curling in her socks.
"You like when I give that pretty asshole of yours attention, don't you?"
He fixed his gaze on the back of his wife's head as she vigorously nodded, causing her messy bun to bounce around.
"Yes! I enjoy it so much. So, so, so much, my love!" Hinata repeated like a broken record.
Her mind was now complete mush, and her body now craved nothing but more pleasure, to feel all what her husband desired to give it.
Naruto moaned in satisfaction. Those were the exact words he was waiting to hear.
At that moment, he decided to grant his wife a break from eating her out and declared himself finished with his meal.
Exercising all of his willpower, he withdrew his head away from Hinata's sensitive pussy and retracted his tongue into his mouth. But as he moved away, he placed a tender kiss on her left buttock.
"Mmm, such music to my ears. I'm glad you enjoyed it, love, because I certainly did too."
Hinata hummed in satisfaction, loving the sound of that very much. A wave of warmth filled her chest as his words acknowledged her success in satisfying her husband, once again achieving her goal of making him happy.
Smiling, Hinata decided to give him another show. She wiggled her buttocks at him within her onesie, rubbing them with her hands in circles.
"Oh? You enjoyed your meal, Naruto-kun?" She teased, already knowing what his answer was going to be.
Naruto nodded immediately, his gaze following her jiggling buttocks, almost as if in a trance.
"Oh yes, my love. I enjoyed my meal so fucking much," He declared gleefully.
"Fucking five stars."
He went on and on, mind blown.
"A perfect 10 out of 10, sweetheart."
Hinata giggled at his many responses, observing him over her shoulder as he moved his head once again, alternating between cheeks and planting a kiss on her right one.
But he didn't stop there.
He placed numerous kisses on each of her buttocks and even pressed a few onto her hands that were still there.
As a gesture of appreciation, he showered his wife with affectionate kisses, expressing gratitude for the delectable meal she had given him.
Meanwhile, he discreetly indulged in a few strokes of his now liberated member, unbeknownst to Hinata.
"Gochisousama deshita." The spiky-haired blonde moaned against her flesh, "But now, Hinata-hime, I think it's time for dessert."
His eyes gleamed darker, "What do you say, hm?"
At that moment, Naruto abruptly pushed himself up to stand, causing his chair to whip back, colliding with the floor and creating a sudden crash that echoed through the entire dining room, a sound that startled Hinata to her core.
The sudden and resounding noise lingered in her ears, casting an air of suspense as she whipped her attention toward the source of the disturbance.
A gasp of shock escaped her, and only then did she let go of her buttocks, choosing instead to place her hands on the table beside her.
"Wh-What are you-?" She jerked her head back, but upon doing so, she was met with grand sight, a sight that brought a silence to her words almost immediately.
Naruto's cock.
His member made a grand entrnace, surprising her by flopping on the crack of her ass. Her cheeks burned red as she witnessed how engorged his member was, fully erect, sprouting from the unzipped zipper of his tux's slacks and now seeking its place on her ass.
Her husband's cock pulsated against her skin, burning her with its intense heat. His mushroom tip was even oozing sticky precum, spilling all over her backside, but Hinata hardly minded.
Hinata lifted her head, allowing her gaze to ascend until she met with the darkened, heated eyes of her husband again. He now stood at his full height, completely towering over her.
With a sexy smirk—one that never failed to make her stomach flutter—he sent a nod down at his now exposed member.
"Go on, put it inside you, Hinata-hime." He demanded, asserting the only demand he needed to have her obey immediately.
In return, Hinata gave him a nod, "Yes, Naruto-kun." She responded submissively, eager to finally have him inside her.
Quickly, she glided one hand down over the curve of her backside, taking hold of his manhood along the shaft.
Naruto let out a deep groan as he relished her tantalizing touch, delightful tingles rushing up and down his spine.
Meanwhile, Hinata hissed, the contact of his flesh burning her, yet she maintained a firm grip nonetheless.
But before she officially carried out her husband's order, she paused, looking back up at him for assurance.
She bit my lip, "W-Which h-hole?" She squeaked, her cheeks flushing.
She needed clarification, wanting to know specifically which of her used holes he desired satisfaction from tonight—her pussy or her asshole?
Naruto's grin broadened as he caught his wife's inquiry, relishing her attempt on dirty talk. His erection, too, seemed to appreciate her seeking clarification on which of her holes he intended to fuck first, twitching in her grasp and brushing against her fingers.
The spiky-haired blonde moaned, nodding his head down to her exposed bottom, "I want to fuck your pussy right now, love. I got something else planned for that asshole of yours."
Hinata sighed blissfully at her husband's response, almost feeling faint. She loved the sound of her husband's naughty declaration more than anything, and without hesitation, she followed through completely.
Maintaining a firm grip around the veiny shaft of his member, she directed him toward her pussy, pressing his mushroom tip against it until the head popped inside, entering all at once.
Hinata's breath hitched, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of her husband's cock that seemed to stretch her to the brink, penetrating deep into her pussy with a commanding presence that demanded her attention.
The depth of penetration and the intense fullness she experienced upon finally connecting with her husband elicited involuntary moans from her, such sensations coursing through her entire being. It was a profound and all-encompassing feeling that reverberated in her gut, a potent mix of pleasure and desire that left her yearning for more.
She shuddered, shifting her head over her shoulder once more, "Oh kami, you’re so deep. I love it when you’re so deep inside me, Naruto-kun." She moaned out, glancing down at their connected beings, a sight that only made her wetter.
Naruto groaned as he felt Hinata's walls tighten around his cock upon entry, and he smirked at her through his sweaty blonde bangs.
Moving his thumb forward, he encircled it around her anus, eliciting more moans and tingles from Hinata.
"Mmm, you haven't felt anything yet, my love."
With a growl, he delivered the first deep thrust while simultaneously plunging his thick thumb deep into Hinata's anus, providing her with the sensation of double penetration.
Instantly, she came on the spot.
Her knees pressed deep into the table, and her toes curled in the air by her husband's hips as he began thrusting into her, vigorously filling both of her holes.
With each powerful thrust, his cock delved deeper and deeper into her dripping wet pussy, while his thumb widened her anus, wiggling deep inside of her and intensifying the warmth in her gut.
The sensations were enough to elicit the most intense and blissful expressions from Hinata—faces of sheer pleasure.
Tears of joy welled up in her lavender eyes, rolling involuntarily to the back of her head. Her tongue thrusted out of her mouth, and her entire body shook in response to each powerful thrust that she was given from behind.
Her husband dedicated himself wholeheartedly, bestowing upon her pleasurable sensations beyond her wildest dreams as a tangible expression of gratitude for providing him with yet another satisfying meal, for being the one element in his day that brought a smile to his face and uplifted his spirits.
This, being here with his lover just like this, was his sole desire.
And it was hers, as well.
In no time, the table was back to its usual melody of squeaking and rocking, as Naruto continuously crashed back and forth within his wife, his hips meeting the fabric of her onesie that cradled around her ass, emitting smacks of flesh upon contact.
He watched in glee as his wife squirm as her pussy swallowed his cock, his thrusts sending ripples throughout her entire body.
Her cries resonated so loudly that he just knew her voice filled every corner of the house, bouncing off the walls.
Her sexy form trembled within his grasp, quivering within the confines of her onesie, providing him with a delightful show.
In the moments when his gaze wasn't fixated on the rhythmic motion of her bouncing pale ass, it was captivated by the sight of his thick, veiny cock disappearing and reappearing within her tight heat.
Naruto's cerulean gaze remained fixated below, keenly observing every motion he orchestrated. He observed the forward thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep into his wife's pretty pink pussy until her ass met the front of his slacks, prompting her body to spasm, and her cries transform into ecstatic squeals.
He then pulled his hips back, withdrawing, only to plunge back inside her.
He cursed as her tight walls clutched him, rewarding every one of his thrusts with a thorough massage, ensuring every inch of his cock felt pleasure with every grip.
His deep groans and moans were music to Hinata's ears, intensifying the heat in her body and contributing to the juices that overflowed her honey pot.
The squelching of those juices didn't go unnoticed by either of them as Naruto thrust his cock back and forth within her, causing the fluids to splash out and further soil her onesie.
The squelching sounds echoed as his cock navigated the friction, delving into the inner channels of her pussy, reaching for her G-spot and cervix with each extension of his hips forward.
Naruto's gaze couldn't help but traverse his stunning wife during the entire ordeal. She was so breathtaking positioned there, on her hands and knees on the dining table before him, legs spread, and her body writhing in response to his every movement. Her onesie stretched, wrinkled and shifted, providing him with a tantalizing glimpse of the masterpiece that she kept hidden—her curves and all.
The spiky-haired blonde emitted a deep groan, maintaining his thumb inserted into her anus to provide her with as many pleasurable sensations as possible. His erection twitched as he felt her second hole clasp tightly onto his finger, enveloping it in its intense warmth.
Naruto moaned, biting his lip, "Ooh yes, baby. You look so gorgeous taking my cock like that. Holy fuck," He groaned out, "You’re just so perfect. You're the whole goddamn package." He praised like a drunk man, his lips moving on their own accord as he just marveled his wife.
Hinata moaned, her cheeks spreading into a grin so wide that it ached her blushing cheeks. The compliments Naruto showered on her were like sweet caresses to her soul, each word wrapping around her heart with warmth, creating a cocoon of affection for her. Such verbal tokens of admiration felt like tender kisses within her chest, awakening a fluttering sensation to take root deep within her.
Once again, she turned her head over her shoulder to steal a glance at Naruto. But she found herself beaming when she was greeted with a kiss on the lips from her husband, a gesture that felt like a direct response to the unspoken desires swirling in her mind.
She moaned as her lips connected against her husband's lips with a plop, a feeling that made her pussy tingle around his cock. Both of them moaned in unison, bodies pressed closely despite the barrier of their clothes.
"Mmm, and I am all yours, Naruto-kun," Hinata whispered, capturing Naruto's lips in another passionate kiss, moaning within one another's mouths, "Always will be."
"Oh, Hinata-chan, and I am yours," He breathed out, sealing his affection with a kiss on her forehead—a tender exchange between husband and wife.
It was a gesture that truly warmed Hinata's heart, appreciative of it to say the least.
But she was certainly appreciative of the next gesture as well.
Because as soon as Naruto's lips left her forehead, he went right back to plowing her nice and deep.
He removed his thumb from her anus to grabbed her hips firmly, pressing her down into the table where he picked up the speed of his thrusts, to finally give her his all. He began pistoning his hips back and forth against her ass, driving his rock-hard cock faster and deeper within her, aiming to make her scream.
And Naruto succeeded.
Oh, he succeeded indeed.
In fact, both of their moans resonated loud and proud, merging as one to fill their entire house, just as their bodies lay connected once more.
This moment, the culmination of their day, was the sanctuary both Naruto and Hinata eagerly awaited. It served as their refuge from the demanding responsibilities of adulthood, a precious time allowing them to escape into each other's embrace, indulging in the intimacy they both craved.
Every exchanged glance, every tender kiss, every passionate thrust, and every shared moment in the dining area held profound significance, becoming the cornerstone of their connection as husband and wife.
The excitement between them escalated, prompting a decision to carry their playtime beyond the dining area.
With shared enthusiasm, they eventually moved to their room, extending the sex session they shared, relishing each second as they explored the depths of their passion.
Naruto quickly scooped Hinata up, cradling her in his arms bridal style, and only then, he carried her off to their bedroom.
Hinata's giggles resonated in the air as she surrendered to being effortlessly lifted from the dining table, where she was safely held in her husband’s strong arms.
"Naruto-kun-!"
Her laughter was interrupted when Naruto leaned in for another passionate kiss, just as they exited the dining room with the slide of the door.
She moaned in the kiss, cupping his face gently. Such a kiss was fleeting, because it was then her ears caught the low, husky whisper of her husband…
"Let’s take this to the bedroom, hime. If you don't mind," Naruto graced Hinata with a soft peck on the lips upon their ascent up their steps, leaning in close to her ear.
"I'm all ready for seconds."
Hinata couldn't suppress a giggle, but she couldn't deny her desire for it too. In that moment, she knew it was going to be another long, long but enjoyable night for both of them.
It was in that moment, witnessing the triumphant outcome of her carefully planned feast for her husband tonight, that her anticipation swelled.
The success fueled her determination to provide Naruto with more delectable meals of the same caliber, each one shaped to mirror the savory delight she had served him this very evening—meals in the form of herself.
Now, this had become his favorite dish among them all, and Hinata couldn't be more delighted.
The midnight blue-haired woman hummed, playfully tapping Naruto's nose, a smile playing on her plump lips.
She kicked her legs, while lying in his arms, eliciting a deep chuckle from him.
"No, I don't mind at all, Naruto-kun." She whispered, caressing his face, brushing her thumb across his whisker marks. She stared deep in his eyes, caught in his loving stare.
Naruto smiled large and wide, caught in hers.
"You can have seconds, thirds, and fourths, my love." She whispered seductively, "You can have as much as me, as you want, husband."
"Mmm, that's music to my ears, wife." Naruto moaned deeply, tousling her in his arms as they reached the top of the stairs, turning down the hall toward their shared bedroom.
"Will do, Hinata-hime. Will do."
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Notes:
Yass, hahaha!!!
I've successfully posted an update for Naruhina Month! I did it!!!
You all just do not know how happy I am right now! I can't believe it!!!
As you can see, I'm kicking off this event with a bang! No playing around, haha!!
Expect the rest of my content to follow a similar spicy theme (maybe not all, but most). I'll be tagging each piece with smut: heavy, or fluffy, so you know what you're getting into.
My exams are almost over, and content will be flowing! Finally, I can fully participate in NHMonth23, and I am sooo happy! Get ready for an intense ride because I'm not holding back, lmao!
I hope you enjoyed this steamy one-shot and the first installment of Nhmonth23 from my end.
If you haven't noticed, I set this chapter in the fall season. I started writing it a few months back but took a break to focus on Halloween special one-shots. Now, I've picked it back up, and I'm thrilled that Nhmonth23 provided prompts that fit this one-shot's theme!
I'm so happy. I am also happy with the result of this one-shot, hehe!
Anywho! One down, twelve more to go!
Once again, I hope you enjoyed it, and please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments and leave kudos! I would appreciate it!
Powerful_Niya
Chapter 23: ❦𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬❦
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Naruto and Hinata solidify their commitment by exchanging promise rings, signifying a profound step in their relationship. However, the night progresses further as the two sought to make their promise of being together forever tangible in the sheets.
#Nhmonth23
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Accidental Stimulation • Bed-sharing • Blank Period • Body Worship • Boyfriend/Girlfriend • Claiming • Clit Play • Clit Stimulation • Condoms • Couple Goals • Couple Rings • Cuddles • Cunnilingus • December 3 • December 9 • Dirty Talk • Exploration • Fluff • Feel Good • Love • Love Making • Multiple Orgasms • NHMonth • NHMonth23 • NSFW • Oral Sex • Overstimulation • Praise Kink • Promises • Promise Rings • Protected Sex • Rings • Romantic • Tooth-Rotting Fluff • Vaginal Sex • Vanilla • 2023 •
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•Naruhina Couple Rings:
https:// /kyself3/status/1657989482963152898?lang=en
(Slightly described differently in this one-shot)
•Matching winter outfits - inspired by Naruhina fanart:
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/497014508859492810/
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Promise Rings
Illuminated by the gentle moonlight, Naruto and Hinata strolled hand in hand through the enchanting streets of Konoha, their steps echoing with the rhythmic harmony of anticipation as they journeyed toward the doorstep of their new home.
The air was crisp, and the night held a certain magic that only those deeply in love could truly appreciate.
They had been together for a year now, navigating the twists and turns of life side by side, and tonight marked a significant milestone in their journey. The couple had taken each step at a measured pace, savoring the growth of their relationship.
Setting out on the adventure of purchasing a home and moving in together marked a significant leap for both of them.
Surrounded by thoughtfully selected furniture and shared spaces, Naruto and Hinata cherished the uncomplicated joys of living together, relishing in the delightful routine of shared meals and intimate moments as they embarked on the journey to build a better life together.
It embodied all they had ever desired, and they found joy in the realization that the steady pace of their relationship was progressing seamlessly–a promise that it would endure and eventually evolve into something even more meaningful.
During their nighttime stroll home, fingers entwined, Naruto found himself unable to resist stealing glances at Hinata–the love of his life. Her cheeks held a rosy hue, and her lavender eyes sparkled with a delightful mix of excitement and adoration.
Naruto felt a surge of giddiness each time he turned his head, gazing at his midnight-blue-haired beauty beside him. It stirred a sense of emotional turbulence deep within him.
He felt like an emotionally unbalanced teenager again, where every look stole his breath, leaving him eager to experience it once more. To look at her again and again.
His heart thundered wildly in his chest, a symphony of gratitude echoing for the woman by his side, who had stood by him through thick and thin.
Clad in formal attire fit to keep them comfortably warm, they had just concluded a sumptuous date at Ichiraku Ramen that left them pleasantly full.
As the night unfolded and the temperature continued to drop, the couple eagerly anticipated returning home. The prospect of indulging in some much-needed alone time beckoned, offering a chance to digest the fine meal they had shared.
However, before diving into the comforts of home, there were other plans in store.
Naruto looked up as they approached the familiar streets leading to their humble abode, the place they both could now call home.
He couldn't contain his excitement.
Naruto cheered, turning his head to spare a glance down at his lover, "Kami, can you believe we live together now, Hinata-chan?"
A broad smile illuminated his whiskered face, a grin that could not be contained, "Now, we get to come home to one another after missions, a-and see each other every single day!" Naruto exclaimed in jubilation.
The blonde ninja's excitement was palpable, his lips set wide in a boyish grin, and his whiskered cheeks elevated in sheer joy.
The profound happiness Naruto felt in this moment was unparalleled. The very idea of coming home to someone, living with someone he loved, and having that person committed to caring for his every need filled him with an indescribable sense of elation. It was an experience he had never known before, a departure from the loneliness that had characterized much of his life.
The realization that he was no longer alone, coupled with the certainty that Hinata stood by him, prepared to join him in creating a shared home and life together, brought so much happiness that Naruto felt like he was on the verge of exploding.
The presence of Hinata, residing with him, became a constant affirmation that his life was veering onto a path he had always dreamed of.
He couldn't possibly contain his happiness, not in the slightest.
So, before Hinata could utter a single word, Naruto quickly reached over and swept his strong arms around her, lifting her off her feet and cradling her bridal style, propelled by an outburst of uncontrollable enthusiasm.
Hinata responded with laughter, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment caused by Naruto abruptly sweeping her off of her feet, her long midnight blue hair fluttering through the cool wind, draping down from her orange, bushy toboggan.
Naruto caught up in the joy of the moment, then began to spin her around and around within his arms along the sidewalk, causing her white winter jacket to sway to and fro in the rhythm of their shared delight.
"Naruto-kun!!!"
"Isn't that great, Hina?"
"Yes! It's amazing, Naruto-kun! It's a dream come true, my love!" Hinata exclaimed amid laughter, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her head pressed against his chest as he spun them both.
Round and round he spun, the cool wind rushing to embrace their faces. Yet, the burning sensation of their smiles and the rosy hue of their cheeks brought warmth, a surge of adrenaline coursing through their veins, amplifying the happiness within them.
Taking the initiative to further kindle their warmth, Hinata moved forward, surprising Naruto as she planted her lips firmly upon his own, initiating a kiss that stopped him in his tracks.
His spinning came to a halt almost immediately.
The kiss Hinata initiated was nothing short of passionate, a fervent embrace that brought them even closer together, something they've yearned to be every ounce of each day.
The kiss ignited warmth within their bodies amid the nightly winter chill. Their heads intertwined, and their clothed bodies pressed close together, creating an intimate connection that transcended the coolness of the season.
The kiss, though brief, marked only the beginning of the very intimate night ahead of them, and Naruto, unwilling to part from Hinata, continued to carry her all the way to their home.
He held her close as he stepped off the sidewalk, traversed their lawn, and took a halt in front of their shared residence.
Adorning the door was a gracefully crafted winter wreath, proudly displaying their intertwined names: Naruhina.
Below, a charming welcome mat lay, its inviting message declaring:
"Love and ramen–the heart of our home sweet home!"
-The Uzumaki Family
The mat, with its warm hues, offered a humorous invitation, creating an immediate sense of comfort as one stepped into Naruto and Hinata's shared haven.
The intricately designed wreath echoed the season's spirit, with delicate touches of frost-kissed leaves and subtle accents of love, symbolizing the union of Naruto and Hinata, displayed for all to see.
Before their home, Naruto carefully set his precious girlfriend down, allowing her to land before the door with a clatter of her boots, regaining her standing once more.
With a cheerful exclamation, Naruto hopped back upright, wearing the same broad grin as before, "Whew! Well, this is our stop: home at last!"
Hinata pulled one hand up in front of her mouth, giggling sweetly, "Oh, you're so cute when you're excited, Naruto-kun. Just hold on, let me fetch the keys." She declared, before leaning down to shift the welcome come over, to locate their home's key tucked beneath.
However, before she could secure it, a warm hand suddenly clutched her moving arm, halting her in her tracks.
She lifted her body, turning her head, only to be greeted by a subtle smile from her blonde boyfriend, his cerulean gaze carrying a sudden solemnity.
He smiled warmly, a hint of red tinting his tanned cheeks due to the cold. His blonde locks were neatly tucked under a white toboggan resting on his head, while an orange winter coat embraced his broad form—colors intentionally chosen by the two to create a harmonious and complementary blend in their attire.
"Um, before we go inside..." Naruto started off, "I have something I've been wanting to give you."
His voice lowered, the coolness of the outdoors turning his breath visible as he spoke. There was a noticeable shift in Naruto's voice, an undertone of nervousness evident in his words.
Naruto brought one hand up to rub the back of his neck, attempting to soothe the mounting nervousness within him as his lover's gaze bore into him.
The moment has arrived.
The moment has come, to finally reveal the surprise he had worked so hard to craft and put together.
But, he was so nervous.
Surprised by Naruto's earlier declaration, Hinata gasped and with that, abandoned the search for their home's key. Instead, she pivoted away from the door to fully face Naruto.
"Hm? There's s-something you wanted to give me, Naruto-kun?" She repeated, tilting her head, an adorable expression.
"Y-Yeah." Naruto responded with a nod, "You know, I'm not good at pl-planning or, um, surprises for that matter. I've never done anything like this before, but I wanted to do this one thing for you."
Naruto was nervous, it wasn't hard for Hinata to tell.
His current demeanor mirrored hers when she felt uneasy or flustered, yet instead of tapping his fingers together like her habitual gesture, he found solace in rubbing the back of his neck—a nervous habit uniquely his own. It was so cute, and Hinata couldn't resist a giggle at his adorableness.
Hinata perceived that whatever Naruto had in store for her must be quite the surprise, as it even caused him, typically composed, to feel nervous. Her heart began to thump in her chest, filled with anticipation.
Hinata watched as he delved into the pocket of his orange winter coat, retrieving the only object that was inside. Hinata glanced down at his fallen hand in response, curiosity, and excitement growing within her for what Naruto had in mind.
Hinata bit her lip, "Wh-What is it, my love?"
It was only then that Naruto finally revealed the surprise he had in store for Hinata, holding it up in his hand.
"This, Hinata-chan."
It was only then that Naruto's fingers carefully revealed a small dark blue velvet box, smooth to the touch, and Hinata's gaze immediately fixated on it. Her heart quickened, at the sight, her cheeks burning red in no time.
"Oh, y-you-" The midnight-blue-haired kunoichi faltered, rendered speechless, her gaze remaining planted on the jewelry box cradled in the palm of her lover's hand—a container concealing the true secret surprise Naruto had for her nestled within.
Naruto's eyes moved from his surprise back to her, presenting a warm, but nervous smile, "Hinata-chan, I've been thinking a lot about us, about our journey together," He began, his voice carrying a gentle sincerity.
Hinata's eyes widened with anticipation, "N-Naruto-kun..."
With a deliberate yet gentle motion, he opened the box, to finally reveal the true surprise he had for her. Finally revealed, there it lay, presented in all its glory for Hinata to feast her eyes upon.
A ring.
Encased in the deep blue velvet box lay a captivating silver cluster ring, exuding a subtle elegance. The ring sparkled with the radiance of three distinct jewels—a beautiful lavender amethyst nestled at its core, flanked by two shimmering white diamonds.
Varying in size, the white diamonds adorned the cluster ring like the gleaming stars in the midnight sky, augmenting the ring's overall dazzling effect.
The meticulous arrangement of the jewels, both at the center and along the ring, orchestrated a harmonious interplay of luminosity and splendor, rendering the ring a truly enchanting masterpiece.
It was a sight that left Hinata utterly breathless, finally witnessing such a masterpiece up close and personal—an affirmation of how far Naruto was willing to go and sacrifice in the name of love.
Hinata let forth a sharp gasp, one hand of hers flying up to cover her mouth in surprise. Tears formed in her lavender eyes almost immediately, threatening to spill.
"Oh my kami! It's so beautiful, Naruto-kun." She exclaimed into the palm of her hand, her lavender eyes shimmering with a blend of astonishment and joy as she meticulously examined the ring, almost tempted to pinch herself to verify if her reality was indeed real.
She has to be dreaming!
She has to be!
The realization that Naruto had made the effort to select, no, purchase such a valuable gift deeply touched Hinata. She knew it wasn't Naruto's usual forte, especially when it came to orchestrating surprises, let alone scouring stores for an item in the romantic department—particularly a ring—for her.
But he did.
He did it anyway.
Despite Naruto's inherent lack of experience and sometimes oblivious nature when it came to romantic gestures and surprises, he consistently went above and beyond for Hinata.
The clear fact that Naruto pressed forward and ventured into this new territory of romance, with her on his mind, despite lacking experience in such an area, made Hinata feel incredibly content—like the happiest woman in the world.
It surpassed any gesture she had ever experienced, surpassing anything anyone had ever done for her.
For that, she was deeply grateful.
For a moment, Hinata just marveled at the intricacies of the silver ring Naruto held out for her, studying the lavender and white jewels that adorned it.
The more she examined it, the stronger her connection to Naruto grew, evolving into something even more profound. She found herself even more drawn to the man before her, appreciating the profound thought he had invested in such a gift—a symbol of his love.
Hinata's eyes welled more and more with tears, a mixture of joy and overwhelming love filling her being, "Oh Naruto-kun, you shouldn't have. Th-This is-"
Naruto chuckled nervously, once more rubbing the back of his neck, "Y-Yeah, I know it's a bit much. The ring was pretty expensive, and almost broke my pockets—but hey! That doesn't matter!" He abruptly cut himself off with a loud exclamation, prompting a soft giggle from Hinata.
"Instead, what matters is that," His voice trailed off as he stared deeply into her eyes, losing himself in them, "I would do anything for you, anything at all, Hinata-chan, just as you would for me. I'm willing to sacrifice my all to ensure that you are happy." He declared, his cerulean gaze solemn, "I am willing to go to any lengths to show you just how much I love you."
His eyes fell to the expensive ring in his possession, and his smile widened, "So, I wanted this to be something special, something that reflects how much you mean to me." He expressed with profound emotion, "I had help, of course, bringing this little shindig to life, but I did it, and I did it for you."
At that moment, Naruto gently brought the jewelry box closer, presenting the ring and all its splendor to her fully.
Hinata stared in awe the entire time, her heart pounding in her chest, her cheeks growing redder and redder. Her eyes never left Naruto; they remained fixed on him as he held the ring he had chosen for her in his grasp, extending it toward her.
"Hinata-chan, I wish to offer you this ring, but I want you to understand that it's not just any ordinary ring; it's a promise ring."
"A promise ring?" Hinata questioned in awe, her eyes shooting from the beautiful cerulean eyes that bore into her and the ring held out for her below.
Naruto nodded, "Yes, it's a ring that signifies a promise from me to you. A promise that I will always be by your side, no matter what obstacles are thrown our way, no matter how challenging life gets—I will stay here, with you."
The spiky-haired ninja beamed, a smile so big and warm that it made Hinata feel like she was going to melt, her hand falling to clutch her chest.
"Oh kami," Hinata marveled.
Naruto sighed softly, "Yes, we've been together for a year now, and I want you to know that I've cherished every day I get to spend with you. Every moment," He reached out, cradling the jewelry box in one hand.
He gently placed his extended hand on her cheek, giving it a caress with his thumb.
"every second," He breathed.
Naruto looked deeply into her eyes, and with sincerity, he continued, "You've single-handedly changed my life completely. You have revealed so much to me, Hinata-chan." He began, his own eyes tearing up."
"You've shown me what true love feels like. You have shown me what it feels like to have a life where I have a family to come home to, to take care of, to love as my very own."
He bit his lip, racing his thumb back and forth along his lover's cheeks just watching as Hinata slowly but surely came undone due to his words.
"Hinata-chan, you have brought nothing but love and compassion into my world, fulfilling everything I have ever wanted. You are my happiness, my love, and I want to stay with you, continuing this journey together, no matter what, ya know?"
Naruto couldn't resist a gentle coo as Hinata began shedding tears in response to his heartfelt speech. The fresh, wet tears cascaded down her already flushed face, words no longer enough to express how deeply touched she was.
Such tears flowed down Hinata's cheeks like shimmering streams, each droplet a visible affirmation of the profound emotions welling up within her. They glistened under the soft moonlight, tracing a path along her flushed face as a visual expression of the overwhelming joy and love that Naruto's words had stirred within her.
She began to cry, but Naruto stood prepared to comfort her; to wipe such tears away. His thumb moved ever so gently across her cheek, spreading the damp essence into her skin.
"And so, I don't want us to stop here, Hinata-chan. I am willing to forever be yours, if only," Naruto swiped his thumb across her face once more, marveling at the beauty in his possession.
His blue eyes twinkled, caught in the gorgeous pool of lavender, "you'll be mine."
"Yes." Hinata proclaimed without hesitation, leaning her head further into his touch. She pulled her own hand up to drape it over Naruto's, to cradle his hand on her cheek, warming her up further.
"Oh Naruto-kun," She uttered once more, "I have been wishing my entire life for this very moment to come. I have loved you for so long, wanting to walk beside you, wanting to hold your hand in this world, and bring you the happiness you know now." She continued, "And now I have, and it has been a dream come true."
She sobbed, "You have been a dream come true, my love."
Naruto's eyes widened, his heart skipping several beats.
Hinata sniffed back her tears, raising her hand to gently caress his cheek, tracing her fingertips over each of his whispered birthmarks.
The dark-haired kunoichi hummed, "I, too, cherish every moment we've shared. It's everything I've ever wanted." She declared with croaks in her voice, but that didn't stop her.
"My wish is to continually offer you all that you yearn for—love, happiness, warmth. I want to be there for you, always, in every aspect of life. You've become my everything, Naruto-kun, and I want to be your unwavering support, always by your side, in joy, and in sorrow."
Naruto's eyes widened even further, if that was even possible at this point. Hinata's heartfelt revelations caused his heart to thud against his chest with an intensity that he feared it might break free from its confines.
He couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't contain his joy.
Hinata smiled. tightening her grip on his hand. She nodded with a tender affirmation, "So yes, I want to be yours forever, Naruto-kun."
In that poignant moment, as Hinata spoke those words, time seemed to momentarily freeze.
Naruto's breath hitched in the realization that the woman he cherished, the love of his life, was affirming his sweet declaration with a resounding yes.
His world felt transformed, bathed in the radiant glow of Hinata's acceptance.
Naruto found himself utterly captivated, unable to do or think of anything but marvel at the wonderful woman standing before him.
Nothing but gratitude flooded his entire being for having a lover like Hinata, one who not only wished to be with a knucklehead like him but was ready to embark on a journey of forever with him.
He couldn't resist reveling in the realization that Hinata was his promise girl, his precious girlfriend, and he eagerly anticipated the prospect of her becoming his wife—the future mother of their children.
The mere thought filled Naruto with a happiness so powerful that words couldn't come close to expressing it. It was the kind of joy that made him want to leap onto the rooftops at that very moment, and scream to all of Konoha that Hinata was his lover, his beloved, his everything.
He yearned to proclaim to the entire village just how much Hinata meant to him, hell, proclaim to the entire world.
A wide smile stretched across Naruto's face, nearly revealing all of his pearly white teeth, his whiskered cheeks aflame with the warmth generated by the sheer breadth of his lips. An antsy excitement pulsed through his body, urging him to dance and celebrate.
In joy, Naruto let out cheers, ones that could be heard from miles away.
"Oh kami, you have no idea how much that means to me, Hinata-chan! Arigato!" In that moment, he yearned to finally slip the ring out of its box, and slid it on Hinata's finger, to solidify their promise.
But before he could proceed, it was Naruto's turn to be stopped.
Hinata softly shifted her hand from his cheek to gently nudge his shoulder, a light giggle escaping her lips as Naruto froze in his tracks, his eyebrows furrowing with a hint of concern by her gesture.
"Wh-What is it, Hinata-chan? What's the matter?" He asked, a touch of worry coloring his words. Hinata, however, maintained her reassuring smile, signaling that there was nothing to worry about.
She shook her head, her midnight blue hair swaying with the movement, "Um, b-before we proceed, I th-think it's safe now for me to reveal that I too have a surprise."
"You what?" Naruto exclaimed loudly, genuinely taken aback. This was certainly not something he was expecting.
His heart skipped a beat.
"You do?" He questioned, his curiosity piqued.
Hinata giggled sweetly, "Yes, my love. And I believe it's best if we exchange our surprises at the same time. I think it would be more fitting that way."
The mischievous glint in Hinata's eyes introduced an element of intrigue for Naruto, leaving the blonde eagerly anticipating what Hinata had in store for him—a plot twist indeed.
He rocked about, twisted, and danced in his spot, his excitement building as he watched Hinata turn away from him to retrieve something from her coat's pocket. She rummaged inside, getting what she needed in no time flat.
She rummaged inside, swiftly finding what she needed. But as she searched, Naruto couldn't resist leaning over, extending his body to catch a glimpse of what Hinata had retrieved, his excitement getting the best of him.
Sensing a shadow looming over her, Hinata glanced back, instantly capturing Naruto's mischievous gaze peering over her shoulder.
It was a fleeting instant between them, but the moment her lavender eyes locked Naruto's blue ones, he swiftly averted his gaze, whistling nonchalantly, feigning innocence as if he hadn't been peeking.
Hinata couldn't help but giggle at her boyfriend's playful silliness before she turned around, and presented the object she had retrieved—Naruto's own surprise—setting it in the palm of her hand before him.
"H-Here. I got you something too, N-Naruto-kun." She said with a shy smile. At that moment, Hinata revealed the surprise she had prepared, a sight that caught Naruto completely off guard.
His eyes widened almost to the point of bulging from his head at what he saw, his mouth hanging open in sheer astonishment.
He pointed at the black box in her hand, his blue eyes widened.
"No way," He exclaimed, his disbelief evident.
"You got me a ring, but how is this possible? How did we get one another the same-" Naruto's words trailed off, leaving him speechless.
Certainly, right before him, Hinata also presented a black velvet jewelry box, embellished with gold embroidery along the edges. The box appeared to be of the same size as the one he had given her, the one concealing...
'A ring? But how? How did Hinata end up with the same gift I got her? How did she know?' Naruto pondered to himself in disbelief.
Hinata giggled sheepishly at the bewilderment on her boyfriend's face.
She looked away, a hint of nervousness creeping in, "Um, well, I may have sort of..." She paused, briefly biting her lip, "heard you talking about the surprise you'll get me."
"What!" Naruto shouted in shock. He smacked his forehead, feeling like a complete baka, "Damnit, how could I be so careless-"
"Gomen!" Hinata apologized, "I came back from a mission just a few days ago. I then walked inside our home, went up to our bedroom, and heard you there, talking to yourself about a surprise you wish to give me." She nodded down at the box in her hand, "A ring." She pointed out.
"But that is all I heard!"
"Damnit." Naruto hissed, frustration evident in his tone. He kicked the ground with a pout, throwing a mini tantrum, "See, see!! I can't keep surprises; I always mess them up!" Naruto exclaimed with a groan, looking up at the sky, smothering his free hand over his face.
Hinata tried her best to suppress a giggle as her boyfriend seemed to revert to a child due to his inability to surprise her.
Even frustrated, throwing a fit, Naruto looked so adorable to her.
The lavender-eyed kunoichi shook her head, clutching his shoulder firmly, "It's okay, Naruto-kun, my love, really." She reassured, her gentle touch a comforting presence, "It's actually better this way."
Her lavender eyes sparkled with warmth as she looked up at him, offering a reassuring smile.
"How is it better?" Naruto whined, "I was supposed to be surprising you."
Hinata shrugged, "Well, I just figured now, wouldn't it be best if we got each other rings, ya know," She beamed, "as a couple!"
"Ahh, like couple rings, eh?"
"Yes!"
Naruto hummed, intrigued, to say the least.
For the most part, he couldn't deny feeling a bit disappointed about not keeping the surprise he had planned for Hinata. He had hoped to seize that one moment to surprise her for a change.
Now, all the planning, all the hiding, the rapid search in the village and neighboring ones for the perfect gift for her, the quest for inspiration, and even pleading to the Konoha gang for help—all seemed to be in vain.
'Hinata heard me talking to myself, really?' Naruto groaned, shaking his head in disbelief.
He wasn't used to living with someone else yet, he must admit, but having his grand surprise found out in the stupidest way ever only heightened his desire to go ahead and whack himself in the face.
But then, he looked back at Hinata's face and grew breathless at the bright smile that was upon it, radiating like a beam of sunlight breaking through the clouds.
Her lavender eyes sparkled with joy, and the warmth of her smile seemed to illuminate the night, creating a captivating sight that deeply touched Naruto's heart.
At that moment, Hinata looked more beautiful to him than ever before.
And it was also at that moment that all the disappointment Naruto felt vanished, and instead, he was filled with happiness.
He appreciated how Hinata had gone out of her way to get him a ring in return, showcasing the very qualities he loved about her—her selfless, considerable nature.
The concept of couple rings seemed even more special now, and Naruto felt deeply flattered to receive such a meaningful and thoughtful gift from the woman he loved.
Naruto smiled.
Hinata's smile widened in return, her head lowering to open the black box in her grasp, revealing the ring she had chosen for Naruto.
His gaze descended to observe the contents, and once again, his mouth fell open in astonishment.
"My kami."
"You've given me mine, and now, here is yours."
Before him, the ring Hinata had presented was crafted entirely in gold, with an orange citrine taking center stage—a fiery hue reminiscent of a blazing sunset, resonating with Naruto's spirited nature.
The ring sparkled with intricate golden embellishments, each detail perfectly placed within its designated spot inside the case.
Such an exquisite piece not only captured Naruto's essence but also reflected the warmth and radiance of their shared love, symbolized by the vibrant gem at its heart.
Naruto was utterly blown away as he fixated on the glistening ring before him, his eyes welling up with tears.
He sniffed, overwhelmed, "It's... it's so incredible, Hinata-chan! You've truly outdone yourself, as always." He exclaimed, marveling at the ring, tracing its details with his gaze, "I love it, my love. This means the world to me. Arigato." He expressed gratitude, leaping in joy.
Hinata giggled, her laughter resembling a sweet melody. She was thankful to see that Naruto genuinely appreciated her gift, savoring the twinkle of awe in his gorgeous blue eyes.
"You're welcome. Anything for you, Naruto-kun." She looked affectionately at the ring held delicately between her fingers, its golden hues twinkling with each gentle touch of moonlight.
Then, her eyes shifted to her own ring, still cradled in Naruto's hand.
She smiled, "Shall we exchange?"
Naruto's face lit up with excitement at that suggestion. "I don't see why not!" He cheered, pumping one hand in the air. "Yeah, let's do it!"
At that moment, they formally exchanged their promise rings.
Naruto handed his to Hinata.
And Hinata handed hers to Naruto.
Their hands trembled ever so slightly as they swapped rings, a symbolic gesture sealing their commitment and fortifying their promise.
Naruto reached for Hinata's hand, sliding the silver ring he had chosen for her onto her ring finger. His touch was gentle, as if handling precious treasure, each movement deliberate and tender.
The ring was a perfect match, smoothly gliding down Hinata's finger and snugly settling into place.
Hinata reciprocated the gesture, sliding the golden ring she had chosen for him onto Naruto's ring finger. Like a perfect match, it snugly settled on his finger, both rings demonstrating the precision of their measurements.
"I'm yours, Naruto-kun," Hinata breathed, her eyes shimmering with emotion.
Naruto grinned, his azure eyes mirroring the profound sentiments within, "And I'm yours, Hinata-chan. Forever and always, and that's a promise."
"Yes, a promise," Hinata whispered, "forever made, and forever kept."
"Oh Hinata-chan." Naruto took a breath before stepping forward to seal their connection with a kiss, a manifestation of the deeper emotions his heart harbored.
Their lips melded in a perfect union, a moment that felt just right to both, drawing them even closer.
Their promise, the exchange of their rings, and their very kiss marked the initial step toward a complete union, a merging of two souls into one.
Under the soft glow of the moon, they kissed, their lips meeting in a tender exploration of each other's emotions. The moonlight painted a silvery sheen on their entwined figures, casting a gentle radiance over the scene.
Their kiss deepened in no time with the steady rock of their heads, eager to imprint their love on every inch of each other's lips, delving deeper to explore the inner recesses of their mouths.
Naruto's tongue emerged, gliding out of his parted lips, granting Hinata's lips a gentle swipe—an unspoken request to enter her warm depths.
Hinata noticed Naruto's gesture and granted him access without any hesitation. She slightly parted her lips, enabling Naruto to slide his wet tongue deeply inside her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny—her teeth, gums, and eventually her own tongue.
Hinata met his fervor with equal intensity, her hands finding their place on Naruto's chest, where she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips.
The night enveloped them, and the outside world faded away, leaving only the two lovers immersed in the joy of their newfound promise. The night air carried a subtle chill, but the heat generated by their joined bodies made them oblivious to the outside world.
Naruto's hands gently traced the curves of Hinata's back, drawing her nearer, intent on eliminating any lingering space between them. Hinata reciprocated with a gentle moan of contentment, her fingers tracing a delicate path up his body, entwining in Naruto's hair.
The promise rings they adorned gleamed in the moonlight, gracing their respective ring fingers as symbols of devotion. Lavender and orange hues sparkled, reflecting the celestial glow of the night, an exquisite fusion akin to fire and ice colliding, creating something greater.
Passion ignited between them, accompanied by a plethora of muffled moans.
Neither wanted the kiss to end.
Neither wanted to pull away.
However, inevitability set in as their breaths ran out, their lungs aching, forcing them to reluctantly pull away.
But their separation did not signal the end of their night of intimacy; rather, it marked the beginning. They had a promise to fulfill, to solidify but now...
deep in the sheets.
Naruto's hand slid down gracefully, encircling the small of Hinata's back, his large arm enveloping her petite form. The contact made her gasp, and a blush colored her pale cheeks.
Naruto hummed, his dreamy eyes locked onto hers. He sent a nod toward their home's front door, his blue eyes narrowing in that way that always made her squirm in want.
"Come on, let's finish this inside, shall we?"
The seductive shift in his voice sent a shiver down Hinata's spine, and she nodded eagerly, fully aware of what Naruto was implying–what both of them desired.
She hummed, "Yes, I desire that more than anything, Naruto-kun." She replied, her voice carrying a lingering promise.
With that, Naruto and Hinata finally headed inside their very own home to fulfill the rest of their promises in privacy, leaving the moonlit streets of Konoha all behind.
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"You like that, my love?"
Now, in the intimate embrace of their bedroom, Naruto and Hinata swiftly shed the trappings of the day, casting aside the layers that veiled their desires.
Their shared room, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, witnessed the unveiling of their most vulnerable selves. Clothes fell to the floor as they gravitated towards the inviting sheets, eager to lay bare the sincerity of their promise.
With every garment abandoned, they revealed not only their bodies but the unwavering commitment etched into their souls.
The air was charged with the electricity of anticipation as they met in the center of their bed, a sacred space where their love would transcend the tangible.
As they entwined, their bodies spoke a language only they comprehended—a narrative of promises exchanged, of vows whispered into the silent night. The air around them thickened with the warmth of their passion, creating an atmosphere where time seemed to stand still, allowing them to savor each moment, each promise fulfilled in the tender embrace of the night.
And in that moment, they dedicated yet another night to each other, giving in completely.
Hinata's unrestrained moans filled the entire room as her naked figure lay sprawled across the bed. All the secrets that her usual attire would conceal were now laid bare, reserved only for Naruto's eyes.
Positioned against the disheveled sheets on her backside, her head found sanctuary among a sea of pillows at the bed's head. With hands arched back, fingers clenching tightly around the pillows, she surrendered to the ecstasy given to her by her lover.
The recently acquired promise ring on her finger dazzled in the dim room, capturing the moonlight that sifted through the draped curtains. Its lavender and white hues shimmered, casting enchanting reflections across various corners of the room.
Hinata let out yet another moan, as another jolt of pleasure shot through her. She lifted her heavy head, sparing her glossy lavender eyes downward, only to see hooded blue eyes staring back at her.
Nestled between her parted legs, her cheeky blonde boyfriend now lay, his arms wrapped around her thighs and brought up to his ears in a graceful bend, her feet hanging down his backside.
Naruto found joy in exploring her womanhood between her legs, using his mischievous tongue to playfully tease her sensitive areas, prompting her to release embarrassed squeals of pleasure.
Glancing downward, Hinata found herself captivated by the sight of Naruto sprawled out beneath her, his form distinctly visible through the gap created by her parted legs.
His tousled blonde bangs, free from his toboggan, were now dampened with sweat, clinging messily to his forehead and concealing his blue eyes and nose.
His head was fully immersed in the embrace of her womanhood, his nose nestled within the lush midnight blue strands of her pubic hair above her sopping slit.
His broad shoulders rose and fell, while his back muscles lay firmly arched in a perfect curve below.
The silvery luminescence of the moonlight highlighted his naked form entirely, showcasing the fruits of his labor.
The subdued light offered Hinata a sight to appreciate the results of his rigorous training in the Training fields, honing his skills and maintaining his physical prowess.
The midnight-blue-haired kunoichi marveled each instance her lover's bulging muscles flexed due to his movements, every vein that bulged against his tan skin, and every bead of sweat that traced its way down his body.
She marveled at it all.
The sight before her, every time she glanced down, never failed to evoke a deep blush from Hinata, one that inevitably spread across her entire body.
Covered in a glistening layer of sweat, her body, now all hot and bothered, reveled in the ecstasy of Naruto's tongue navigating every inch of her. He expertly licked and suckled on all the areas between her legs that caused her back to arch and her toes to curl with pleasure.
The midnight blue-haired kunoichi expressed her pleasure freely, emitting screams and moans that resonated throughout the entire bedroom.
Her large, double D-sized breasts swayed with each abrupt movement she made, creamy mounds that Naruto observed with amusement from his position between her legs, the subtle rocking captivating him.
There were even moments when he gave into his desires and reached along her body to lavish attention on her breasts.
He wrapped his large hands around them, fondling and gently squeezing the mounds, eliciting tingles for his lover. His thumbs traced back and forth along her perky nipples, and he observed his midnight blue-haired beauty convulse along the bed, unraveling beneath his fingers and tongue.
"Oh Naruto-kun!" She moaned out passionately, moaning his name.
She observed him flash a seductive smirk before extending his wet tongue from his mouth once more, gliding it over her clitoris, just above the swollen folds of her entrance to moisten the sensitive bud with his saliva.
He gently traced the erectile bundle of nerves around and around with the tip of his tongue, savoring its response—tingling, twitching, and bouncing about.
"Mmm yes, speak to me, Hinata-chan," He whispered seductively, his warm breath caressing her heated core, sending tingles up through her groin and into her stomach.
"Let me know how I make you feel, my love," He urged, the huskiness in his voice not at all helping Hinata contain her composure.
She felt herself crumbling.
Naruto smirked against her folds and as before, he gave her clit another lick, running his slimy tongue ever so tantalizingly along it, only to follow it up with another lick.
Hinata's breath hitched and her toes curled against the bed, intertwining with the sheets, "Yes, you make me feel so good, Naruto-kun! So good!" She squeaked out, verbally relaying how good he was making her body feel at the moment.
But screaming such a verbal response took every ounce of energy out of her. The pleasure that shot through her body was so intense, making her feel so good, but it seemed to leave her drained; like a weight pressed down against the bed.
It was a two-way deal, being granted pleasure and then robbed of her energy, her every sense overwhelmed. White dots covered her vision, making it hard to see; her ears muted, and her limbs numb.
Each lick she received packed her delicate body with a grand slam of pleasure, each one stealing her breath away. Waves of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her in a blissful state of submission to the pleasure her lover bestowed upon her.
Her womanhood quivered against Naruto's skillful movements, his tongue driving back and forth against her, striking her clit with deliberate and hefty strokes, leaving the sensitive bud with little chance to rest.
With each lick and lap of his tongue, waves of pleasure surged through every inch of her being–from her uterus, along her thighs and legs, up her chest, along her breasts and nipples, along her arms, ultimately resonating at the tips of her head. Each successive stroke heightened the sensations that coursed through her body.
Hinata emitted soft, needy sounds, her body arching from the pillows as Naruto intensified his pace. His tongue flicked back and forth against her clit in rapid up-and-down strokes, applying more pressure, pressing against her lovebud.
Such intense stimulation unsettled her bundle of nerves, working her even closer to that sweet pleasurable peak.
She cried out, sweat steadily streaming down her chest and abdomen, intensifying the tingles she already felt. She could hardly breathe, hardly speak. Only moan.
Naruto approved.
He cursed, pressing a delicate kiss against her clitoris, "Mmm, that's it. Fuck, you sound so beautiful when you moan like that, Hinata-chan." Naruto whispered into her warmth, lifting his chest slightly to slide one hand forward, bringing his fingers into the fray.
"Let's see what sounds you'll make if I do this."
At that moment, Hinata was suddenly jolted as Naruto brought his thumb forward, rocking it back and forth against her clit.
Simultaneously, he bent down, using his tongue to probe her opening with his tongue, delivering a dual sensation.
The heightened pleasure unfolded within a brief period, propelling Hinata to the brink. Her abdominal muscles tightened visibly, showcasing the sculpted contours lying beneath her glistening, flushed skin.
More beads of sweat adorned her chest, tracing the rise and fall of her bosom in harmony with her erratic breathing.
She was close. Very close.
Her cries soon transformed into high-pitched squeals—uncontrollable, her legs at times attempting to close due to overstimulation, only halted by Naruto's head in the way, preventing her from doing so.
The blonde ninja would smirk every time she tried to close her legs, his large hands gently brushing her thighs back open, granting himself full access to her beautiful womanhood—pink, quivering folds, slick with sweet nectar, and her swollen, sensitive clitoris, growing numb from stimulation.
Between her thighs, it was all Naruto needed.
It was his playground, and he played with Hinata until her mind turned to mush, and her body was no longer under her control.
Gradually, the knot inside her stomach tightened to its maximum, and her floodgates burst open.
Hinata clenched the pillows beside her tighter and tighter, so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and the pillows yielded to her grasp.
She convulsed with a silent cry as she came for the first time that night.
"Mmm, Hinata-chan, did you just cum?"
Naruto's husky voice emerged above the haze of her senses, like an angel reaching its hand out and bringing her to the light, whispering sweet reassurances that gradually grounded her back to reality.
"Yes," Hinata breathed heavily, her vision blocked by a haziness that wouldn't go away, no matter how many times she blinked.
She couldn't recover from the rapid rise and fall of her chest, each breath erratic and strained, matching the rhythm of her heartbeat that reverberated through her entire being.
The sensitive tingles lingered, making her womanhood and thighs perpetually quiver against the presence of her lover, a lingering sensation that left her body pulsating with aftershocks.
Naruto grinned against the soft tuft of her pubic hair, nuzzling his nose within, and planting a playful kiss on her clitoris. He chuckled, feeling her bud twitch and her body jolt in response to his affectionate gesture.
'Aww, Hinata's all sensitive.' Naruto cooed in his head, delighting in the sight.
The spiky-haired blonde groaned in satisfaction before allowing her a brief break, a moment to descend from the euphoria her climax had induced, and instead, he began to worship her further.
As he lingered, he pressed a kiss into the midnight blue curls of her pubic hair, enjoying the gentle tickle sensation as the strands brushed against his lips, nose, and chin. He planted a kiss just there and observed as she sighed blissfully.
He tilted his head to the left and then bestowed a deep kiss upon her inner thigh, creating a soft plop in the room.
"Mmm, that's good." He murmured, and proceeded to kiss her right thigh, just beside her slit.
Another kiss.
Another plop.
"So, so good, my love."
He leaned forward to plant a kiss on her belly, just over her navel, "That's it, just lay right there, and let me show you how much I love you, Hinata-chan." He whispered against her skin, his breath and the imprints of his kisses intermingling, sending Hinata to tingle heaven.
Hinata wriggled along the bed, her midnight-blue hair draped over the pillows like a soft cascade around her head.
Between breathless moans, the only refrain escaping her lips was Naruto's name, a repeated melody echoing in the room.
But it was a melody that Naruto cherished, his favorite song. He could revel in the sound of her breathless moans, the repeated utterance of his name, and the expression of how he made her feel, over and over again, without ever growing tired of it.
Naruto groaned softly before pressing a kiss along her flat abdomen, trailing his callous fingers delicately along her slender body,
"Just like that, let me make you cum over and over again," The spiky blonde ninja added with a nod of his head. He feasted his murky eyes on her, watching as his lover's eyes fluttered back in ecstasy.
It was at that moment he crawled back down into his favorite spot, reclaiming his position between her legs. With the new promise he uttered, he sought to make her cum again.
He escalated his efforts this go round, advancing without hesitation.
He drove his tongue deep into her opening, penetrating her inner caverns with his warm, slick appendage without any warnings.
At the same time, he hastened the movement of his thumb against her bud, brushing it faster and faster, delivering another potent surge of pleasure to her entire body, jumpstarting all of her nerves once more.
But at this rate, her womanhood was beginning to quiver like crazy.
Following her climax, a wave of sensitivity surged, crashing headfirst into Hinata. Now, every touch, every lick elicited sensations that were heightened, more intense, and bordering on unbearable.
Naruto observed her unraveling before him, crumbling under his touch and the single stroke of his tongue. Her reactions became more desperate, the tremors and erratic movements of her body intensifying.
Hinata cried out, gripping the pillows beside her head even tighter, "Oh my kami! So sensitive! Naruto-kun!" She screamed, no longer able to form words, "I can't take it! I can't-"
"Shh, yes, you can, my love. Cum for me again," Naruto encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "You're almost there; you can do it. I know you can, my love."
"Ooh, oh kami!"
The sensitivity in her groin intensified with every lick Naruto delivered, with every encouraging word he whispered, and with every word of praise.
The blonde ninja observed his midnight blue-haired lover as she squirmed and wiggled, clutching her thighs tighter, keeping them spread wide so she could fully embrace every ounce of his affection, his love, his everything.
Naruto maintained the rhythmic motion of his thumb, adjusting his fingers to apply additional pressure to her clit.
However, at that moment, due to the movement of his hand, his own ring, still adorning his ring finger, inadvertently brushed against her clit with a sharp swipe—an unintended action that caused him to come to a sudden halt.
He gasped, realizing his unintentional action, and entered a slight frenzy, oblivious to the rapid elevation of Hinata's voice; the sweet mewls escaping her mouth.
He promptly moved to apologize, thinking he might have caused her discomfort, "Gomen, Hinata-chan, I didn't mean-"
"D-Do that again!"
"N-Nani?" Naruto asked, flabbergasted.
Hinata whimpered, her legs trembling by his head, "Please, d-do that again." She nodded down at his knuckle, his ring, "Please, rub it on me again. I-I'm about to cum."
Naruto's eyes widened for a split second upon Hinata's request and for a moment, he put a stop to stimulating Hinata.
She always lost it, as a result.
"No, no! Don't stop!"
"Hinata-chan..." Naruto trailed off, perplexed.
He glanced down at his knuckle, where his ring adorned his ring finger, the orange gem glistening in the room.
Naruto bit his lip, "You want me to do what again?" He questioned.
"Rub...what on you?" The spiky-haired blonde asked in a teasing manner, giving her a mischievous side eye, quite taken aback by Hinata's request. His accidental gesture of rubbing his ring against her clit was a total accident, in fact, he was sure it would bring her harm not...
pleasure.
But Naruto was wrong. Dead wrong.
Hinata raised her head, her glossy lavender eyes casting a pleading look down at him.
She pouted, "N-Naruto-kun, don't be a tease," She whined, wiggling her legs. Now it was her turn to throw a mini tantrum.
"It's embarrassing, and you know I-"
"But it was your request, Hinata-chan."
"I-I know but-"
"Just tell me, love. What do you want me to rub on you, hm?" Naruto nodded down at her sensitive bud, "On your clit?" He asked again, tilting his head, causing his sweaty blonde bangs to drape over.
Hinata breathed a hitch at the sight, embarrassed for wanting more of something so vulgar, of asking for something so naughty.
"I-I-"
"Don't think about it, just blurt it out. Tell me what you want, Hinata-chan."
"I want you to rub your ring on me!" Hinata blurted out, obeying, "On my clit!"
"Atta girl." Naruto praised, with a boyish grin, pleased to say the least, "Now, that wasn't so hard, right?"
Hinata pouted before rushing one hand down to give his shoulder a shove, narrowing her pupilless eyes at him, "You big meanie."
"Oh love, being a meanie would be me denying what you crave. But I happen to want the opposite."
At that moment, Naruto ran his knuckles gently above Hinata's slit, letting the metallic surface of his ring brush against the sensitive nerves of her clit.
The ring applied the perfect amount of pressure, and its cool temperature heightened the tension in her lower region, prompting passionate moans from Hinata.
Hinata seemed to like that very much. More than he expected.
She even began to wail for him.
The midnight blue-haired kunoichi threw her head back, arching toward the ceiling.
Her thighs trembled like guitar strings, indicating her imminent climax, "Ahh, oh kami, it feels amazing! Please, Naruto-kun, don't stop!"
"You like that, huh?" Naruto chuckled.
"Who would've thought, eh?" He playfully teased, continuing to slide his knuckles back and forth along her clit, guiding his ring to and fro across her bundle of nerves.
He observed the sight as the fat bud quivered and pulsed.
"Perhaps our promise rings carry a different meaning for us. Maybe to add a bit of spice to the bedroom," Naruto chuckled again.
"What do you think about that, Hinata-chan?"
"Yes! Yes, I would love that so much."
"Heh, you're so naughty, Hinata-chan." He playfully teased, maintaining his rhythm and showing no indication of slowing down.
In fact, Naruto accelerated, persisting in the up-and-down motion of his hand, letting his ring take charge and propelling her toward a powerful climax.
And she plunged headfirst into it.
Hinata's back lifted sharply off the bed, and she wriggled in a frenzy. Her hips bucked away from his knuckles, but he pursued her, maintaining a rapid and focused stimulation on her clit. Now, he directed all of his attention solely to that part of her, ensuring her clit received all of his attention.
"Oh k-k-k-kami! I-I'm gonna cum! I-I'm gonna-eek!!!"
Before she could finish her words, her floodgates burst open, abruptly silencing her as the intense sensations she felt released profound satisfaction throughout her body, manifesting as fluids.
Naruto observed as his partner completely unraveled, wriggling and spasming across the bed they now both shared, further disheveling and sullying up the sheets.
He smirked, thoroughly enjoying the blissful joy evident on her face—her eyes rolled back, her mouth agape, tears streaming down her cheeks, her glistening body. It was an image straight out of heaven, a sight so beautiful that Naruto wished to witness it on repeat.
Again and again.
With that, he now felt it was time to take things to the next level.
Promptly, he shifted himself higher, briefly straddling Hinata with his knees, pressing them firmly against the bed sheets. Reaching over her, he searched for the condom on the nightstand beside the bed, slipping it between his fingers.
Using his sharp canines, he tore open the condom pouch, discarding the paper, to smoothly unroll the transparent sheath along the entire nine inches of his member, ensuring complete coverage of himself for protection.
He took this moment to shield himself as Hinata tried her best to recover from yet another overwhelming orgasm.
Naruto took hold of his fully erect manhood faster than Hinata could blink and directed it straight into her quivering heat.
"We're not done yet, my love," He declared, surprising Hinata with another wave of pleasure as he penetrated her with his thick rod, propelling her into yet another climax.
Hinata released high-pitched cries of ecstasy, her arms swiftly reaching up to encircle Naruto's back, and her legs actively securing themselves around his hips as if her life depended on it.
He wasted no time and began moving against her, thrusting his manhood in and out of her warm depths, which clung to him tightly, welcoming him back once more.
Her fluids trickled out, coating the entire length of his veined shaft down to the base—additional lubrication aiding his smooth movements as he slid in and out of her effortlessly, granting him lots of wiggle room to bring pleasure to them both.
The blond ninja moaned softly into his lover's ear, burying his head in her neck to shower her with kisses, gripping her hips firmly with his strong hands. He grounded into her with deep thrusts, reveling the way her breath hitched after each one.
Her head tossed and turned, and with each turn, he mirrored, placing kisses on the exposed left and right sides of her neck. He trailed kisses along her jaw, then rested his forehead against hers, gently rocking her body back and forth on the bed, a rhythmic motion of up and down.
It was at that moment the cherished symphony they reveled in resounded once more, a nightly melody that brought them joy every time.
The moans and groans exchanged between them.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh.
The creak and slam of their bed.
Yes, It was their unique song. Exclusively theirs.
Once more, the two surrendered to their passion, entwining with each other, bodies melding into one.
They clung to each other, arms enveloping the other in a close embrace. Their lips explored every inch of exposed skin they could find, their hips bucking against each other like rabbits in heat.
They were eager to fill each other to the hilt, to satisfy the aches in their groins, participating in an impassioned manifestation of love, a proclamation of "I can't get enough of you."
The intense warmth swelling in their cores had grown nearly overwhelming now, a blend of joy, pleasure, and happiness. Their bodies fused together as they moaned within each other's mouths, gazing into one another's eyes, discovering their sanctuary within.
Discovering forever within.
Hinata bestowed a kiss on Naruto, just along his whiskered marks, before she leaned back, giving him a smile that left him breathless.
Naruto's breath hitched, gazing like an idiot as the woman before him offered a smile of unadulterated joy, despite her sweaty, disheveled appearance, and the flutteriness on her face.
She smiled up at him, her lavender eyes gleaming with tears of happiness.
"I love you, Naruto-kun."
Naruto didn't waste a moment; he reciprocated with the same fervor.
Smiling, he descended to capture her lips, letting out a moan against them.
"And I love you, Hinata-chan."
And so, the night unfurled with a passionate series of lovemaking, the couple's bodies interwoven beneath the sheets throughout the entire night.
Only after the crescendo of their desires subsided, they reveled in the afterglow, holding each other in a warm embrace.
Cuddled together, they observed one another, their contented gazes dancing in their moonlit bedroom, wondering who would succumb to the peaceful embrace of sleep first.
Hinata lay on her side against the pillows, her midnight blue hair cascading like a silken waterfall. Her flushed skin bore the marks of their shared ecstasy, hickeys, and love bites, her lavender eyes gleaming with a post-love haze. She lay sprawled across the bed, her limbs entangled with Naruto's, fully facing him.
Naruto, too, sprawled alongside her, his spiky blonde hair a charming mess. His strong arms cradled Hinata, forming a protective cocoon around her. His gaze, filled with affection, wandered over the woman beside him, tracing the curves of her face and the contours of her body.
The sheets beneath them told the tale of their lovemaking, rumpled and covered entirely in the remnants of their essences.
But neither cared about that.
Naruto's fingers gently traced invisible patterns on Hinata's bareback, and her soft sighs complemented the rhythmic rise and fall of their intertwined bodies.
"I can get used to this." Naruto whispered, moving his lips down to kiss Hinata's forehead.
Hinata giggled, "Are you talking about the cuddles or being together?"
"Both," Naruto declared, "Without a doubt, both."
"Aww," Hinata cooed, reaching out to plant a kiss on Naruto's own forehead. She then rested her head on his chest, one ear pressed against it, listening to his rapid heartbeat slowly calming down from the high.
She felt herself drifting into a drowsy state, lulled by the rhythmic cadence of Naruto's heartbeat. It acted as a comforting lullaby, the strong and steady pulse of her lover soothing her into a peaceful slumber.
Her eyelids grew heavy, on the verge of closing, but she forced them open, determined to say one more thing.
Just one more thing.
Hinata smiled, trailing her hand along Naruto's chest, and with a sigh, she whispered in the quietness of the room.
"I can get used to this too, Naruto-kun."
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This one was much fluffier and sweeter! Super sweet, in fact!
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Chapter 24: ❦𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐞❦
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In the ancient realm of Konohagakure, Emperor Naruto, and Empress Hinata Uzumaki pose for a portrait to honor their reign. During the session, however, Naruto finds himself unable to resist stealing glances at his beautiful wife, struggling to maintain his composure.
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The Emperor's Gaze
In the ancient land of Konohagakure, where the rustling leaves whispered tales of battles fought and victories won, the imperial palace stood as a testament to the enduring legacy of the Uzumaki dynasty.
On this significant day, the opulent halls buzzed with anticipation for a momentous occasion—the royal portrait session of Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata Uzumaki.
The decision to immortalize their images carried historical weight, creating a visual chronicle of the Uzumaki dynasty.
The portraits, including one of the Emperor, one of the Empress, and one portraying them together, would be enshrined in historical records, chronicling the story of their reign for generations to come.
Symbolizing the authority of the monarchy, the portraits emphasized the lasting legacy of their reign, integrating them into the regal lineage that came before.
The ceremonial affair was a special event, contributing to the public perception of the monarchy, solidifying Naruto and Hinata's place in history.
Summoned to capture the essence of their majesties on canvas was the esteemed artist, Master Sai.
His reputation as a master of the brush extended far beyond the village walls, and his presence in the imperial palace was a mark of the significance of the occasion.
Sai was the best of the best. Fit for the job.
As the appointed hour drew near, the portrait chamber underwent a grand transformation.
Rich silks adorned the walls, each thread woven with the tales of Konoha's history.
Intricate tapestries, statues, and lavish blue and green embellishments portrayed the ascension of Konohagakure, chronicling the successes and challenges faced by its people, as well as the unwavering connection between the emperor and empress.
In the center of the chamber, positioned on elaborately carved throne chairs, Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata took their designated poses, fully prepared for their likenesses to be immortalized on canvas.
Naruto, draped in a majestic white cape flowing down to the floor, encircling him, was positioned hunched forward, hands joined before his broad form.
Red flames gracefully danced at the cape's ends, reflecting the indomitable will of fire coursing through his veins. A red clasp secured the cape across his neck, injecting a vibrant touch of color into his entire ensemble.
Beneath the flowing fabric, he was adorned in a regal dark brown buttoned vest of a distinct hue, along with a long-sleeved white button-up undershirt. His lower half was adorned with dark brown slacks and matching long boots, finalizing his entire apparel selection for his royal portrait painting.
Atop his short blonde hair, a golden crown adorned with fiery red rubies perched, complementing a charming smirk on his tan features, raising his whiskered cheeks ever so slightly.
That look, so subtle yet profound in its depth, proudly portrayed the emperor's confidence and charisma—a smirk that unveiled layers of the emperor's character.
Beneath his royal apparel and imposing title, Naruto actually exuded a playful spirit, endearing himself to his subjects while shouldering the weight of the crown.
Unlike rulers of the past, he governed Konoha and its lovely people with understanding and love, rather than instilling fear through conquest.
But of course, it was not only him that ruled Konoha.
Seated a few paces away, Empress Hinata, draped in a resplendent royal purple dress, was there at Emperor Naruto's side, exuding ethereal beauty.
Her body tilted slightly to the left in her throne chair, hands delicately folded across her lap.
A silver tiara adorned with purple garnet jewels graced her short midnight-blue hair, twinkling in the sunlight.
Hinata's delightful smile, radiating cheerfulness, bathed the chamber in a luminous glow. Her lips touched with a subtle gloss, added a soft radiance to her elegant demeanor, befitting the graceful empress she embodied.
Hinata was a marvel, the perfect complement to Naruto's energy—the yin to his yang, a harmonious blend of warm and cool colors, like the sun and moon.
Their very poses held the promise of breathing life into a canvas masterpiece—a union captured, standing still in time.
The expansive chamber fell into a formal hush, a silence so profound it seemed to echo off the gilded walls. Footmen, statuesque and vigilant, stood sentinel-like at strategic points in the area, their uniformed presence contributing to the air of solemnity.
Courtiers, assembled in a huddle a few paces away from the thrones, maintained watchful postures, aiming to appear more formal than they actually were.
Their ornate fans danced gracefully in synchronized unison, discreetly hiding mouths that frequently participated in gossip and judgment. The gentle flutter of decorative fans and sporadic murmurs of courtly exchanges crafted a delicate harmony within the charged silence.
Amidst the quietude, Sai prepared his brushes, mixing lively pigments on his polished mahogany palette. His gaze was formal as he studied the emperor and empress, observing the nuances of their facial structures, body postures, and attire.
A faint smile graced his pale face, creasing his lips in visible admiration.
The black-haired male marveled at the contrast between the emperor's magnetic smirk and the empress's gentle smile.
Master Sai stood just a few paces away, respectfully positioned near Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata's throne chairs, by his large easel. Crafted from polished mahogany, the substantial easel displayed meticulous craftsmanship, with brass fittings securing the canvas precisely. Additionally, it was equipped with wheels, allowing for easy mobility.
His exquisite palette held vibrant pigments—crimsons, browns, tans, ruby reds, royal purples, and regal golds, awaiting blending for the imperial portrait of his royal majesties.
Meticulous, Sai ensured azure and emerald hues for Konohagakure's landscapes. Surveying the palette, he also envisioned a fusion of colors—ruby reds for Naruto's regality and royal purples for Hinata's grace.
In the imperial chamber, Sai wore a paint-speckled black smock, paired with a tailored gray shirt underneath and simple black trousers—a basic yet masterful attire befitting the accomplished artist.
Every detail was carefully organized.
The Emperor and Empress, resplendent in opulent attire for the occasion, held poses like carved statues, in perfect position to have their appearances painted. Even the golden sunlight embraced the room just right, casting a warm aura in the room through the grand windows.
Sai blew out a deep breath.
He was ready. Ready to begin.
Everything was perfect, just the way he liked it to be.
Everything was...
Sai's eyebrows furrowed.
except for one thing.
As Sai lifted his brush, the artist hesitated for a moment, assessing the composition before him. He noticed the one lone flaw in the valley of perfection, one that required immediate correction.
He cleared his throat.
"Your Majesty," He called out, addressing the emperor in a tone that was both formal and polite.
"Your Majesty, if you could kindly look at me?" Sai asserted, lifting his voice just a tad, seeking to possibly prompt His Majesty to turn back and meet his gaze once more for the portrait.
But Naruto didn't hear a single word.
In that suspended moment, Naruto found himself ensnared in a trance, his eyes fixed on his wife and only his wife.
His intention was for it to be just a glance.
However, one single look at Hinata, the singular beauty illuminating the entire chamber, was just enough to hold Naruto captive, causing him to forget everything he had been engaged in moments before.
Emperor Naruto just stared at his wife, taking the moment to fully drink in the ethereal beauty of her.
Empress Hinata.
Her regal dress, a deep shade of royal purple, draped around her like a cloak of twilight, accentuating every curve and contour with a grace that echoed the refinement of a medieval tapestry come to life.
Hinata's lavender eyes, pools of sincerity, held a depth that Naruto had always found captivating. At this moment, they sparkled with a mixture of amusement and affection as she observed his distraction from the corner of her eye.
Those plump, glossy lips of hers, ones he's heard time and time again release lewd sounds, and witnessed wrapped around naughty places in the comfort of their private chambers now curved into a pure, cheery smile.
It was her infuriating smile that only worsened Naruto's predicament, further rooting him in a trance he couldn't seem to escape.
His breath hitched. 'Kami, how are you so perfect, my dear?' Naruto thought in a love-daze, his earlier charming smirk swept away only to be replaced by a stupid grin.
"Your Majesty! If I must have your attention again, please."
Ignored once more.
Naruto's gaze merely lingered on Hinata, his neck craned to his right in an awkward position that caused some of the courtiers in the room to giggle due to his obvious distraction.
However, the emperor remained oblivious to that, as he was too engrossed in appreciating the subtle aspects he adored about his wife—the soft curve of her neck, the way her hair framed her face like a dark halo, and the hint of a blush that adorned her cheeks, reflecting the emotions that danced within.
At that moment, it seemed the light dimmed across the entire chamber for Naruto. The dimmed light cast Hinata into radiant focus as if on center stage—a delicate angel poised beside him on her throne.
Naruto's jaw dropped in astonishment once again.
He couldn't help but marvel at Hinata, marvel at the fact that the woman who currently had him drooling, who caused him to look like a complete idiot in the presence of the council and their guest Sai, belonged to him.
His empress.
But Hinata meant more than that; she was not merely his lovable wife—she stood as the guiding compass of his reign.
Throughout his reign, Naruto shouldered a myriad of responsibilities as the figurehead of Konoha, overseeing governance, justice, diplomacy, and military matters. However, amid these challenges, Hinata stood by his side, aiding in decision-making, offering support, and acting as the constant force keeping his moral compass true.
She was the beacon of his reign, the gentle force that possesses the ability to gently reel him back when the weight of leadership threatens to overwhelm him. Her wisdom and grace became the lifeline that anchored Naruto, ensuring his decisions were just and fair for the well-being of their people.
As his trusted confidante, she not only shared his bed but also bore the weight of the crown. Her counsel extended into the late hours, even when their naked bodies lay pressed together, fortifying their bond with a strength that surpassed even the physical.
Hinata's mere presence meant everything to Naruto—a calming influence and a wellspring of strength that enabled him to govern not just as an emperor but as a compassionate leader prioritizing the well-being of Konoha's people above all else.
Hinata is his world , a truth reinforced every time he catches a glimpse of her.
The blonde emperor smiled joyously.
"Your Majesty, I implore you, would you please turn your gaze toward me!" Sai raised his voice for what seemed like the thousandth time, his usual meek and dull voice rising forth and filling the entire chamber with an audible echo.
It was at that moment, at the abrupt outburst from Sai, that Naruto shook himself out of his trance. He reluctantly tore his gaze away from the enchanting vision of his Empress and turned his head toward the distressed artist. A look of shock crossed his tan features, the image of his wife lingering in his mind even still.
Naruto planted his gaze back on Sai, who appeared noticeably tense after nearly two straight minutes of calling out to him, now breathless.
Sai cleared his throat, adjusting his smock on his body. "Forgive me for yelling, Your Majesty, but-"
"No, no, you're fine," Naruto apologized, waving his hand dismissively, "I should be the one to apologize to you, Sai-san." The blonde emperor adjusted in his throne, stealing another glance at his wife.
"You must pardon me, I got a bit lost, uh, in the beautiful view there," He replied, his eyes glinting mischievously.
Hinata let out a subtle giggle, casting a discreet glance at her husband, prompting his blue eyes to quickly snap back to her.
Blue clashed with lavender.
It was at that moment, that a sense of familiarity permeated the exchange between the emperor and empress, hinting at a connection beyond the formalities of the imperial court—reserved for matters that only unfolded in their private chambers.
Naruto couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
And Hinata was well aware.
The blonde emperor shot a seductive grin her way, nearly captivated by the sight of his wife laughing. He admired the way her delicate features subtly creased with genuine joy, and observed as one of her small hands rushed to cover her mouth.
Nevertheless, Naruto shifted his gaze back toward Sai, promptly adopting a more serious demeanor as he hunched his body back over, rolling his shoulders forward.
Simultaneously, the charming smirk that had graced his lips earlier made a swift return.
The black-haired artist nodded in acknowledgment, satisfied.
"Thank you, Your Majesty,"
Expressing his gratitude, Sai offered a courteous bow before redirecting his focus to the blank canvas before him.
In that moment, the imperial chamber regained its quiet reverence, with the only audible sounds being the subtle strokes of Sai's brush as he began the initial sketches for the portrait.
It was then the royal portrait session commenced, with Sai embarking on the task of capturing Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata on canvas with deliberate and precise strokes of his brush.
His motions resembled a dance, a rhythmic choreography that conveyed both expertise and artistic finesse.
Sai displayed a virtuosity with the paintbrush, seamlessly wielding it as if it were a natural extension of himself.
His hand moved with remarkable speed, crafting swift and deliberate strokes that captured the essence of the scene.
Concentration etched across his face as his eyes effortlessly shifted from canvas to Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata, meticulously ensuring each of their poses and details found its place on the evolving masterpiece before him.
However, as Sai persisted in painting, the unspoken connection between Naruto and Hinata unfailingly lingered in the air, echoing deeply within their minds.
Redirecting his focus to Sai, Naruto maintained his charismatic smirk, yet a subtle hint of something more was present—a genuine expression of love, mirroring the joy reflected in the eyes of his Empress.
Remaining motionless, Naruto sat with his hands clasped once again, slightly hunched over, his blue eyes unwaveringly fixed on Sai, just as the artist had requested countless times before.
Naruto was trying.
He was trying his utmost effort to maintain his focus on Sai, to remain present in the moment, to fulfill the necessary task at hand.
However, as Sai continued, moving his brush back and forth, dipping it into the needed hues on his palette, Naruto couldn't resist.
He found himself casting stolen glances toward Hinata anyway.
It was a paradoxical gaze—one that held both the weight of a ruler responsible for an entire empire and the tenderness of a husband enchanted by the woman who shared his throne.
It was almost involuntarily, the way his head consciously turned, to seek another glimpse of Hinata, as though fearing she might vanish if he didn't seize the moment. The enchantment she cast over him persisted, drawing him back to her radiant presence with an irresistible pull.
Every single time.
One look wasn't enough. He needed to look at her again and again.
Yet, with every turn of his head, Sai's voice crashed in, as predictable as clockwork, compelling him to regain his composure once again.
"Your Majesty, if I may request your focus once more."
"G-Gomen."
Offering another apology, Naruto seized Sai's reminder as a means to detach himself from the magnetic allure of Hinata's presence. He sheepishly refocused for the umpteenth time, determined to uphold the dignity fitting for his position.
However, as time unfolded, the same pattern emerged.
Throughout the meticulous process of capturing the imperial couple on canvas, Naruto found himself repeatedly drawn to Hinata, his gaze straying to steal a glance, despite his best efforts to remain fixed on the task at hand.
Sai, patient yet firm, would intervene with a gentle reminder each time, steering the Emperor's attention back toward his direction.
Meanwhile, Hinata, skillfully sustaining her composed posture throughout, couldn't overlook Naruto's occasional glances. She actually found him and his glances rather adorable.
Her voice, gentle and teasing, pierced through the subdued ambiance of the chamber.
"You seem quite distracted, Naruto-kun," Hinata remarked playfully, her cheery smile undeterred.
"My love, are you finding it difficult to keep your eyes off me?"
Naruto's breath caught at the emergence of his wife's voice in the quiet room, momentarily taking him by surprise.
He chuckled in response to Hinata's playful chastising, conveying acknowledgment of his predicament.
He shrugged.
"Well, you're not making it easy, Hinata-chan." Naruto responded, keeping his head straight, posture firm.
Hinata's laughter, like the soft chime of bells, echoed in the chamber, her head tilted slightly.
"It's fortunate that Master Sai possesses such patience. I can only envision the frustration he endures, repeatedly interrupted by the numerous times you turn your head," She remarked, a playful glint dancing in her lavender eyes.
Sai smiled sheepishly from afar, "Oh, it is quite alright, your majesties. I will manage."
Naruto snorted in response, overlooking Sai's presence, "Oh, very funny. I almost laughed because of you," He declared sarcastically, his eyes drifting over to his wife, "Never known you to be the amusing one, Hinata-chan."
"Oh, I am amusing, am I?" Hinata hummed, "I happen to get that from you, my love," She retorted, attempting to maintain her smile and not succumb to laughter.
Naruto smirked, enjoying their playful back-and-forth banter. However, Hinata knew better than to engage in such exchanges.
In these little playful skirmishes, he always emerges victorious.
A mischievous smirk crossed the whiskered male face, a smirk that promised trouble, "Heh, well, it's a pity for you, my empress, because the significance of my expressions of amusement and yours carry different weights."
"And why is that, my emperor?"
"Because my amusement leads to laughter, whereas your amusement elicits a stir in my groin, and it might just end with that dress of yours being torn off-"
"Naruto-kun!"
Hinata's entire face blushed a deep shade of red, her embarrassed screech resonating throughout the entire portrait chamber.
She fought to keep her composure, resisting the temptation to burst into laughter or give in to embarrassment; her body was certainly in a state of confusion.
How could she remain composed when her husband chose such an inappropriate moment to express his desires?
How could she remain serious when her lover is horny?
The empress let out a small whimper as she surveyed the chamber, finding their courtiers collectively amused, giggling within their huddled corner.
The footmen remained motionless, yet subtle shifts in their expressions revealed nuanced adjustments–perhaps a twitch of the lips or a fleeting change in gaze, betraying a silent language of their own.
Sai momentarily froze, his brush suspended in the air, drops of paint falling to the floor, and his cheeks tinged with pink—all unmistakably aware of their rather suggestive conversation.
Hinata's exclamation thankfully interrupted Naruto before he went too far, averting the revelation of their more intimate sides in the privacy of their bed chambers and preserving the formality of their presence and the situation.
Hinata breathed heavily, her body tense, and her face frozen in a state of shock.
Summoning the courage, she dared to sneak a peek at Naruto from the corner of her eye, blushing as she found him looking at her quite seductively, his lip bitten—a sight that stirred emotions within her that must not be felt at the moment.
She clenched her thighs over the other, shifting in her throne chair.
"Stop that, Naruto-kun."
"Stop what, Hinata-chan?"
"Stop being such a distraction and focus on Sai-san," She scolded in a hushed tone, "We need to make this moment as stress-free for him as possible."
She then extended her delicate fingers to gently guide her husband's face forward.
However, as soon as her fingers made contact with his whiskered cheeks, warmth flooded through her hand, eliciting a shudder. Nevertheless, her fingers persisted, gently guiding Naruto's head away from her and back towards Sai.
But she felt resistance against her hand.
Defiantly, Naruto pressed his face against hers, resisting to keep his head tilted in her direction.
His whiskered cheek lifted, a devious smirk plastered on his face.
"No," He shook his head, "I don't think I will." He retaliated.
"I happen to want to look at you more, my empress." Naruto whispered in a daze.
Hinata gasped.
Indeed, Naruto was horny.
She could discern it in his voice, with the way he practically moaned her title, and the defiance underlying his tone.
Hinata noticed it in the way he resisted her commands, ones he typically followed quite obediently. Additionally, she noticed it in the intensity with which he focused solely on her, seemingly oblivious to the other spectators in the room.
And as she cast another look, lowering her eyes, Naruto's aroused state was unequivocally confirmed by the evident bulge in his formal slacks—a sight that caused Hinata's breath to hitch.
Her lavender eyes narrowed, shooting her husband a warning look, "Behave yourself, Naruto-kun. You'll have plenty of time to admire me later, but for now, we must be serious."
"No, I can't afford to be. Not right now. Not when I'm like this-"
"Would you two like a break, your majesties?" Sai's voice interjected once more, dispelling the heated tension between the emperor and empress.
Shaking off his flustered state, Sai placed his brush on the table beside him, where his palette joined it.
Clasping his hands, he observed as the royal couple halted, redirecting their attention toward him.
The black-haired artist offered a faint smile, "I see that you both are very distracted, and that is quite alright. I shall give you two a break and resume in fifteen." He offered.
"How does that sound?"
Instantly, Hinata agreed to the break, granting Sai a bow of the head, "That would be quite splendid, Sai-san. Arigato." She expressed her gratitude, "We'll appreciate that time to compose ourselves."
Sai nodded and bowed, "Of course, Your Majesty. I'll make the necessary arrangements for your break."
As Sai left the chamber, Hinata turned to the royal court, the rest of the attendants left in the chamber, "Everyone, we will take a short break. Please give us a few moments of privacy, and we'll reconvene shortly."
In response to Hinata's command, the courtiers and footmen complied, bowing in unison before making their exit from the portrait chamber room. The swish of their elegant attire and the soft echoes of hushed conversations gradually faded away, as they left one by one.
The departure of the last person was marked by the chamber door closing with a muffled thud, sealing off the outside world. The echoes of footsteps faded away, and the room fell into a profound hush, leaving the space exclusively reserved only for the emperor and empress.
Now alone, Naruto was given the freedom to unleash the beast dwelling inside him, allowing him to finally surrender to his manly urges.
In an instant, Naruto's expression transitioned from the formal demeanor of an emperor to the private intensity of a husband eager to be fulfilled in the way only his wife knows.
He turned back to Hinata, now with a naughty glint in his eyes.
"Heh, I gotta say, it's so hot to see you in action, my empress, ordering those pesky courtiers around."
"Naruto-kun," Hinata snapped, turning her head sharply toward him. She scoffed, "We're all alone; I hope you're happy now, causing a scene-"
"Oh my precious Hinata-chan, I am more than happy. I am ecstatic!" The blonde emperor exclaimed, his husky voice echoing off the walls.
"You made the right call there, my love, because we..." Naruto hurriedly slid one hand down his body, fondling himself within his slacks, clutching the bundle of flesh in his hand, "have some unfinished business to take care of."
Hinata squeaked in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed even deeper.
She shook her head disapprovingly, "Naruto-kun, I know what you're thinking and cannot possibly do that now-"
"Shh."
He beckoned her over with one finger.
"Come, wife," Naruto commanded, not wasting any time.
He signaled for his wife to come closer with a mere gesture and command. And he observed in satisfaction as Hinata emitted a groan but obediently rose from her throne chair, her purple dress transitioning from a stationary state to a graceful flutter around her legs as she stood.
She extended her hand to retrieve her crown, turning to carefully place it on her throne chair, ensuring no harm would befall it.
The midnight-haired woman turned back, shaking her head, "Oh Naruto-kun, what's gotten into you?" She questioned as she walked over.
"Aroused? At a time like this?" She gently chastised him, her voice a soft reprimand, "Can't it wait until we get back to our private chambers? We should focus on the portrait session. It's an important event for our reign-"
"Shh, my love." Naruto hushed her again, placing a finger over his lips.
Instead, he nodded his head downward, "No more talking."
Leaning back in his throne chair, he opened his legs wide, inviting her to witness the full bulge of his erection in his slacks.
"Kneel." He only commanded, desiring to see her fully, to witness her in a way only he could.
It was at that moment it seemed as if a switch had been flipped in Hinata's mind.
With that simple command from her husband, it felt like Hinata's body was no longer her own, a vessel now bound to his desires.
Despite all the reservations and internal disagreements, Hinata found herself compelled to heed her husband's order, a silent surrender that permeated every inch of her being.
Hinata obediently complied, lowering herself to kneel before Naruto, directly in between his spread legs.
She kept her eyes fixed on him throughout her descent to the floor, her lavender eyes filled with a mix of surprise and affection as they met his hazy blue eyes, glazed with arousal.
The purple fabric of her dress sprawled elegantly around her as she kneeled, creating a luxurious contrast with the crisp floor.
From her lowered position, Naruto, seated in his regal throne chair, chest rose, legs wide, and his chin now resting on his propped arm exuded the aura of the emperor that he embodied, appearing like a giant peering down at his petite lover.
Hinata's legs were neatly tucked underneath her bottom as she knelt, ready to do what she was told.
She looked up at Naruto from below, the great contrast in their heights becoming pronounced due to her kneeled position.
Hinata's cheeks darkened, a fierce red.
The dark-haired empress tried to conceal the arousal that was starting to stir within her, but it was undeniable.
As she gazed up at her husband, the power dynamic between them became palpable.
Her submission to his command heightened the intimate spark between them, and she struggled to hide the growing excitement within her.
Hinata swallowed, her eyes shifting down ever so often to the bulging monster that was now within her line of sight.
She released a shuddering breath, "Tell me, what is the matter, Naruto-kun? Why are you-"
"Oh, don't play coy, wife. You and I both know what is the matter." Naruto intervened with a click of his tongue, "What I have come to want." He added.
The blonde emperor tilted his head, admiring his wife in the kneeled position below him.
Naruto, his excitement palpable, couldn't help but smirk, "I needed a break from all the formalities," His expression turned dull, waving his hand, "from all the doo dah, and the hullabaloo."
He huffed, his smirk slowly returning, "Yes now, I want to enjoy the view I've been denied."
Hinata, flushed red, couldn't suppress a giggle due to her amusing husband.
She raised one hand, gently covering her mouth, "Oh my! Aren't you quite the forward one today, Naruto-kun."
Naruto leaned forward in his throne chair, his gaze fixed on Hinata, his majestic cape fluttering with each deliberate movement.
"Can you blame me?" He remarked, "You look stunning, as always, all dressed up, dolled in your cutesy dress."
His words prompted Hinata to shift her gaze downward to the elegant purple dress adorning her, cascading down her figure, embracing her physique and offering a glimpse of cleavage.
She bit her lip.
Leaning in closer, Naruto lowered his voice, as if the two weren't alone.
"Ever since I first laid eyes on you in it, I've been wanting to tear it off your body, bend you over my throne chair, and fill you up," He admitted, exhaling through his teeth.
Hinata's breath hitched, her womanhood blooming awake, tingling within her undergarments.
Her body, held suspended by his mere presence, remained motionless as her husband's gaze wandered appreciatively across her rising chest and the entirety of her form.
Naruto traced the concealed curves of Hinata's figure, a masterpiece he couldn't get enough of. The fabric embraced every contour, testifying to the familiarity and allure that captivated him.
Although Hinata's body remained concealed beneath her dress, to Naruto, it was as if he could see right through, mapping every curve and structure of her.
His gaze, carrying the memory of her body stripped bare time and time again, traversed her form like a well-worn map. Each hidden spot, a realm unraveling her control, was etched in his memory like the sacred landscapes of his kingdom.
Hinata's body was a cherished territory, mirroring the intricate knowledge he held, an unwavering awareness never forgotten.
Naruto reached out to her, and with a gentle touch, his fingers traced along the delicate arch of her chin, where the callousness of his skin met the soft, velvety feel of hers.
Gently cupping her chin, he ensured her gaze remained locked onto his own.
"I can't resist you, Hinata-chan."
Hinata, holding back the impulse to shatter into a million pieces, resisting the love juices that flowed into her undergarments, soaking them, let forth a smile.
She lifted her head slightly in her husband's grasp, gently biting down on her lower lip.
"W-Well, I suppose I can't blame you for being captivated by your Empress."
Naruto's grin widened, "Heh, captivated is an understatement, darling."
He raced his thumb across her glossed lips, some of the gloss brushing off onto his thumb, "I want you, Hinata-chan. I want you now," He whispered, the urgency evident in his tone.
"N-Naruto-kun..." Hinata breathed.
He gestured toward his pants, mischief gleaming in his eyes, "I can't hold back anymore. It'll be quick." Naruto offered desperately.
"Besides, we don't have to go all the way. You can work your magic with that mouth of yours, can't you?" He proposed with a wiggle of his blonde eyebrows, a sight that left Hinata feeling captive to embarrassment.
Hinata knew what Naruto was getting at.
He was hinting at the foreplay that they had engaged in many times before, something Hinata was not only familiar with but exceptionally skilled at–one of the numerous hidden talents someone of her refined stature harbored.
Whether one believes it or not.
Naruto sported a smirk, observing the blood rushing beneath Hinata's face, turning her redder and redder, resembling a cherry tart.
The sight confirmed that she understood precisely what he desired.
Naruto nodded down at her dress, "I promise not to get that dress of yours sullied, nor your face."
The blonde emperor snickered, "I promise."
Hinata released a shaky breath, her restraint slowly but surely slipping from her fingers at the sight of the yearning in her husband's eyes and the longing in his voice.
Hinata knew what she must do.
She understood her role when Naruto was like this; it was her duty as his empress, his wife to fulfill his desires, satisfy the itch in his groin, to surrender her body to him whenever he pleased, whenever he commanded, regardless of the reason or the prevailing circumstances.
If he wants a child, she shall give him one.
If he wants sex, she shall give him that.
If he wants to use her mouth, she shall allow him.
Hinata knew that and was fairly pleased with it.
Thus, she could no longer deny him.
Her head nodded, her short hair swaying in response, "Al-Alright." She whispered, giving in.
Her compliance swiftly garnered her a kiss on the lips, a reward that elicited a cheerful giggle from her.
"Good girl."
The blonde emperor nodded once more, his crown shifting on his head, "Now go on. You know-" But before Naruto could finish his words, he suddenly felt delicate hands grasp the belt of his slacks, and fingers slip it loose.
He grinned as he met the teasing yet affectionate smile from his wife.
"Is this what you wanted, Naruto-kun?" She asked, her voice a soft whisper.
"Oh, you bet," Naruto responded, his tone blending satisfaction with anticipation.
As a reward for Hinata, he leaned forward once again, sliding one hand down to glide along her perfectly arched spine. He then grabbed a handful of her dress and pulled it up, revealing her bottom adorned in lace corset panties.
The ebony panty line of her undergarments delicately nestled within the embrace of her voluptuous cheeks, tracing the seductive curvature with subtle allure.
Such a display showcased her two perfect round buns for Naruto to admire–a pristine pale with a sleek shine, practically begging to be spanked red.
Naruto went on to give those pale cheeks a satisfying smack, starting with the left one, relishing in the delightful jiggle her buttock made upon impact.
Hinata gasped, but her husband swiftly silenced her by withdrawing his free hand from her chin to encircle her throat, giving it a firm squeeze.
Her breath caught, and it was then a whimper abruptly flooded from her lips as she received another impactful smack on the behind, a blow so powerful that it echoed throughout the entire chamber.
Hinata's entire body shook from the enjoyable ache, her buttocks burning red.
Naruto smirked, relishing every expression that danced across his wife's face in his grasp, savoring the intricate play between pain and pleasure etched across her delicate features.
"Give me a nice show, wife." He ordered huskily.
"Entertain your emperor."
He let her go to ease back in his chair, granting Hinata ample space to tend to him.
The atmosphere in the room took on a private energy typically confined to their private chambers, a space exclusive to the emperor and empress amid their imperial duties.
In that moment, Hinata, too, surrendered herself to her desires.
She kept her emperor waiting no longer.
Naruto's slacks and underwear were quickly pushed down, cascading to his legs and spilling onto the floor in a quick three-count, revealing his member in all its enticing glory.
Heated. Pulsating. Swollen. And hungry.
Clear, creamy precum dripped down the sides of his twitching shaft from the tip, tracing the outline of all nine inches of him. The tone of his member was slightly darker than his natural tan, with a texture that felt a bit rough to the touch.
Hinata was starstruck.
"Ooh, so big." She moaned out breathlessly, struggling to wrap one hand around him.
She used two.
"I can never get used to how big you are, my love."
"You can say it, dear."
"E-Eh?" Hinata exclaimed in confusion, gazing back up at her husband.
Naruto smirked deviously, his chin once more propped upon his arm.
He beckoned at her, "No one's around, Hinata-chan. You can drop the formalities and tell me how much you adore all the cock I provide for you." He remarked with a snicker.
"You can sully that tongue as much as you please now."
"N-Naruto-kun!"
"Share it with me and express your gratitude as you do so, wife."
Hinata whimpered as she cradled her husband's member in her hands, observing it twitch in response to her mere presence.
Leaning toward it, she hummed at the radiant heat emanating from his rod and onto her face, casting her deceptively innocent eyes toward her emperor on his throne.
She provided him with a full view of the satisfaction crossing her eyes as she trailed her tongue along his shaft, finally getting a taste of his salty essence.
"Y-Yes, Naruto-kun," She breathed.
"I-I adore all the c-cock you provide me. It's so much I can hardly bear it," Hinata obediently moaned against his shaft.
The breath slipping from her mouth and nose brushed against his engorged flesh, causing sensations that rattled him like a mere doll.
Naruto's breath caught, his abdominal muscles tightening beneath his clothing. It was as if a single lick from Hinata unleashed a cascade of sensations like a tumble of bricks raining down on him.
A strain of tight warmth rushed through his veins, a sensation his body craved and instantly latched onto the moment it received it.
"Your cock is s-so big, my emperor, always capable of teaching my naughty p-pussy a lesson, filling me up with ease, making sure none of me goes without being used, touched..."
Hinata moaned sensually, "fucked."
She licked his cock once more, extending her tongue in a slow, lingering motion. The moist and supple muscle traced a deliberate path with gentle, sensuous pressure along his shaft.
Her tongue moved along the cluster of blue veins there, intertwining like delicate vines, forming a complex lattice beneath the skin of his bulging knot.
Naruto moaned in satisfaction, "Mmm, go on."
Hinata nodded, rocking her hips in a sensuous swirl, keeping her back nice and arched.
She leaned forward, sticking her bottom high in the air as she pressed her forehead against his cock. Her lavender eyes crossed as she marveled at its might, tracing her gaze from the base to the tip.
His cock now seemed to tower over her, a thick, veiny beast, sprung from a tousle of blonde hair.
She giggled, her eyes locking with Naruto's intense cerulean gaze.
The glint in his deep blue eyes spoke volumes, reflecting a satisfaction that resonated with the smirk playing on his lips—a clear confirmation that he was relishing every moment of their intimate exchange.
As he sat back on his throne, his gaze remained fixed on her, an emperor overseeing his possession with unmistakable delight.
Hinata hummed, "I feel truly honored to be in the presence of such a magnificent cock, to touch it, to savor it until my satisfaction knows no bounds."
She wiggled her hips once more, "I feel so honored to have it penetrate me, skillfully reaching the most delightful places within me with just one powerful thrust." Hinata practically moaned in response, letting those words roll off of her tongue.
Naruto purred, raising his head high in approval.
Hinata gave her buttocks another playful sway before lifting her head, never breaking eye contact with him.
"Arigato, my dear husband. Arigato."
"Mmm, that's it. Now that's a good girl." He hissed, eyeing her like a ravenous beast as she opened her mouth once more and ran her tongue up and down his shaft, eagerly catching what his tip spoiled, sliding over the length.
She set a steady pace initially, savoring him slowly.
With her tongue, she explored the true might of her husband's manhood, relishing every bulging vein against his flesh, every inch of him.
Hinata's tongue glided along Naruto's member with a familiarity that spoke of intimate knowledge.
She explored him once again, gliding her pink appendage over the uneven terrain of his cock, tracing the bulging veins beneath that pulsated with vitality. The irregularities beneath the groove of her tongue offered a spectrum of sensations, from gentle rises to subtle falls.
She traced along his shaft with her tongue, using it as a guide from the base where her hands maintained a steady grip, all the way up to his dark pinkish tip.
There, she widened her mouth further and finally took him in completely.
Naruto almost came right then and there.
A growing ache, like an impending storm brewing deep within the darkest recesses of his gut, steadily ascended, ready to seize control of his body.
The ache resembled molten lava, ascending gradually as Hinata embraced his shaft within the snug confines of the back of her throat, where her throat muscles hugged him for dear life, and a warmth like no other smothered the most sensitive part of him.
Hinata choked on him, her body jerking upward in an attempt to take him in fully, only to be disappointed by her unsuccessful efforts. Her stretched lips strained against his girth, reaching only two inches down from where his tip ended.
But that didn't stop her.
She commenced that alluring dance she always performed during exquisite fellatio, where her lips ringed more and more of him, moving downward with a shake and a wriggle.
Her throat muscles skillfully worked to engulf both the glans and the meatus of his member. Such muscles embraced him tightly, inducing a sensation that left him breathless, gripping the arms of his chair as the intensity upped its ante.
He rocked his head back toward the ceiling, spasming.
Hinata's tongue, throat, and that fucking mouth of hers all brought about exquisite sensations for the blonde, providing him with the most euphoric feeling in the entire world.
Nothing could compare to the sensation of being balls deep inside his empress's mouth, particularly after enduring a day filled with imperial responsibilities—managing diplomatic affairs, making crucial decisions, and overseeing the kingdom's welfare.
Receiving good sloppy top from his wife at the end of a demanding day was truly gratifying.
Everything he's ever asked for.
Hinata, as his devoted wife, provided him with the finest service her mouth could offer.
She trailed her wet tongue over his shaft as if it were a popsicle, coating it with a thick layer of her saliva. She eagerly slurped up the leftover precum that escaped the head, hungrily savoring his essence.
Her lavender eyes drifted shut as she immersed herself in the moment, those beautiful eyelashes of hers mere ebony strokes adorning her flushed cheeks.
Her short midnight blue hair clung to her warm skin, strands sprawled like lone tendrils across her face, creating a delightful mess that enhanced the allure of her disheveled appearance.
Hinata was in her element, breaking away from the formal role as empress but embracing a different persona as a devoted wife, ready and willing to use her mouth to bring pleasure to her husband.
The absence of her crown was symbolic, signifying not who she once was but solely what Naruto needed at that moment.
Hinata sucked him off, working him over just as Naruto wished, and the blonde loved every single second of it.
He spiraled into nirvana, the entire chamber around him imploding in a gust of light as he felt pleasurable knives sinking deep into his body, all over.
Hinata was killing him softly, drawing him towards his own personal paradise, an early demise that granted him exactly what he desired.
The blonde couldn't contain his moans, not a single bit, and he allowed the expressions of his desire to flow freely from his lips, forsaking his restraints and casting them aside like insignificant burdens.
Now, those once restrictive constraints seemed like feeble remnants of a past he no longer recognized, and he bathed in the joy only his wife's mouth could provide him.
"Oh, fuck, just like that, darling," He praised, "That's right, show me how naughty you can really fucking be."
"Impress me," Naruto demanded, his eyes half-closed, fixed on the glorious sight unfolding before him—Hinata's head bobbing, her hair swaying, and her mouth working like magic on his cock. It seemed to cast a spell on him, making his cock disappear and reappear as it delved deeper into her throat, reaching the very back.
She gagged and heaved, the sloshing of her saliva providing a background melody to their playtime, reminiscent of the splish and splash of water in a rhythmic dance.
Despite the occasional choking sounds, she persevered, her fervent efforts mirrored in the flush on her cheeks and the glistening sheen of determination in her eyes.
Naruto chuckled in approval, "Mmm, such beautiful music you're making for me, Hinata-chan." He complimented, tilting his head, "You take my cock down that tight throat of yours so well. It's amusing how you pretend to deny your enjoyment, my love."
He snorted, "Deep down, you enjoy this as much as I do."
Hinata whimpered but nodded, a gesture that conveyed agreement from her perspective but appeared to be merely a wobble of her head from Naruto's side.
Naruto raised an eyebrow.
Hinata decided instead to slip his cock out of her mouth, removing the bulge in her throat to answer her husband.
She rhythmically pumped his shaft with both hands, creating enticing smacks of flesh upon each descent. His shaft responded with hefty bounces, glistening in a sheen of saliva.
"Yes, my husband, I derive the utmost enjoyment from having your cock in my mouth. I love it when your cock pounds my throat, m-my pussy, and reminds me I belong to."
"Ahh." Naruto breathed, his moans phasing with the sloppy smack of flesh as Hinata graced him with a frenzied handjob.
"You bring up an interesting point, doll." He closed his eyes, resisting a groan to speak.
"Tell me, who owns you?"
"You do, my emperor." Hinata was quick to answer, keeping up with the up-and-down movements of her hands, jerking her husband off.
"You own me, my mind, my body, and soul." She moaned, "You own my mouth, my tits, my pussy, every part of me is yours."
"Mmm, fuck, you're just a perfect little whore, aren't you? Born to be fucked, used, and bred, hm?" Naruto cackled, with narrowed blue eyes, gazing down at his whore of a wife whose glossy eyes seem to twinkle needingly up at him.
She batted those pretty eyelashes at him, biting her lip, "Yes, but only for you, my love. I am only a mere whore for you."
"Excellent fucking response." Naruto praised, bending down to recapture her chin.
Lifting her face, he breathed deeply on her.
"Yes, you belong to me, Hinata-chan, and only me. Never fucking forget that."
It was at that moment, that Hinata noticed a glint of darkness in his blue eyes, a facet she usually helped to keep buried deep within him. This hidden side, concealed behind his charming smiles, would only emerge as the weight of being emperor took its toll.
Now, as he claimed her so fiercely, that obscured aspect, the spiral of his darkening blue eyes, surfaced again, and Hinata caught a glimpse of it.
"Yes, only yours," Hinata repeated without hesitation, her breath mingling with his as she locked onto his darkened gaze. She breathed shakily, "I-I will never be foolish enough to forget that."
"I know you won't," Naruto smirked, the subtle darkness in his eyes disappearing as if it had never been there. He let her go once more, stretching his arms back along his chair.
"Now, go on, get back to work." He nodded down at his sopping wet shaft, dripping with saliva in her hands.
"You have a cock to suck."
And that order was all Hinata needed to hear.
His cock was back in her mouth as quickly as the snap of a finger, and she decided to increase the pace, putting her back into the task.
She bobbed her head down once more, engulfing Naruto with a warmth that humbled him, causing his thighs to jiggle, his abdomen to tighten, and his lips to clamp shut.
He emitted a deep, guttural groan, echoing from the depths of his chest, as he felt Hinata descending further along his length. Additional saliva dripped from the corners of her stretched lips, further coating him.
Discarding all formalities, she deepthroated him, a subtle breath escaping through her nose, creating a burning ache.
"Now that's how you put on a show, love. Right fucking there."
He reached forward, threading his thick fingers through her bangs, and then along her head, gently brushing his hand along the midnight strands that framed her flushed face.
Her hair, like liquid silk, slipped through his fingers, each strand a soft cascade with a lustrous sheen and a hint of delicate floral fragrance.
As he continued, his fingers traced a path down the nape of her neck, eliciting a shiver that danced along her spine. The intimate connection of his touch weaved a silent narrative, expressing desire and tenderness in the gentle caress.
He stroked her with a purr, and he heard her emit a purr of her own, wiggling her hips in approval.
Hinata always enjoyed his petting, always responding with purrs and contented moans, fluttering those eyelashes of hers. Despite her refusals and the perpetual desire to maintain formality, she always hungered for his touch, always yearning for his hands on her.
Naruto knew, and he was always eager to fulfill the desires her body craved, no matter how much she tried to deny it.
His fingers trembled as Hinata's cute button nose met her clasped fingers around his shaft, finally taking all of him. It was that moment that intensified his senses, turning him into a pool of spaghetti, responding like a mere puppet to her will.
Hinata added the right amount of suction around him, causing him to become a trembling mess of stimulated nerves, shaking and quivering.
It was everything Naruto had ever yearned for, in that moment, in his entire life; his deepest desires finally unfolding before him.
The culmination of his dreams and yearnings stretched out like an open road, inviting him to continue down a path he had long envisioned.
Naruto repeatedly thanked the heavens for blessing him with a wife like the one nestled between his legs.
He expressed his gratitude to the gods for orchestrating the ball he attended a couple of years ago. It was an event carefully placed in his schedule, necessitating his presence, much like all the other seemingly trivial balls he had to attend as emperor.
However, that ball was far from trivial. Not that one.
Because it was that particular one where he locked eyes with Hinata for the very first time.
He took her hand, and they shared their first dance.
It was in that magical moment he realized he had found the one, his soulmate, his empress.
It was she who made him feel complete in a way no one else could, and he could tell with just one glance, one touch, one dance.
Hinata was the embodiment of his dreams and the reality of his desires.
Her presence brought a comforting warmth, and the touch of her hand ignited a flame within him.
In her, he discovered solace, understanding, and a connection beyond the physical—a tranquility in chaos, an anchor in turmoil, and the melody of his heart.
Hinata became the essence that gave meaning to Naruto's life, infusing excitement into his role as emperor.
With her, he found belonging, completing the missing piece that made him whole—the architect of the peace he longed for in her arms, the key to his heart.
At that moment, everything melded into a hazy recollection, and Naruto sensed a growing detachment within his own mind.
"Fuck." He cursed, slipping from his lips beyond his own control.
Sensations thick as molasses drained him, gripping his muscles and burdening him heavily in his throne chair.
His cock, continuously sucked and lathered by warm lips, thick saliva, and tight throat muscles, began to ascend in its rhythmic twitching.
The spasms spread contagiously, causing both his thighs and lips to twitch, and even his toes decided to join in, creating a synchronized dance of pleasure that only meant one thing.
He was about to cum.
Naruto's throaty moans harmonized with the rhythmic clicks and sloshing sounds emanating from Hinata's throat, creating a melodic cascade of pleasure that continued unabated.
She indeed gave him a show, rocking her exposed buttocks, bobbing her head, and sucking all that he had
His tip. His shaft. His balls.
The empress showered her affection on every last part of her husband, and watched as he came undone.
Naruto whimpered, groaned, and moaned, resembling a man unhinged, incapable of coherent speech.
He squirmed and shook in his grand throne chair, a spectacle that widened Hinata's stretched lips into a smile, straining at the edges, but that didn't matter to her.
She slipped his cock out of her mouth just to turn her head and plant a kiss along his twitching shaft, "Mmm, you enjoy my throat, my love." She moved up to kiss his tip.
"You enjoy filling it up?"
"Oh hell yeah, sweetheart." Naruto nodded down at his twitching cock, engorged at the tip.
He gasped for breath, winded, but that mischievous smirk on his whiskered face was unmistakable.
"Put it back in your mouth and I'll really fill it up, eh?"
Naruto lifted his head, giving her an icy look, "And when I do, I want you to take in every last drop. No spills."
Hinata didn't have to be told twice. She knew what that meant.
"Yes, Naruto-kun," She obediently uttered, and with that, she lunged forward, engulfing him once more. She increased her bobbing rhythm—up and down, up and down, to make him cum.
Her hands came into play, stroking him at the base, causing a string of saliva to emerge along his shaft, breaking free to cover her fingers.
Naruto's abdomen tightened further, the impending storm growing stronger and stronger, hovering over him with an anticipation that was almost agonizing.
The sexual tension that built up in his gut was almost sinful, a palpable force that demanded release.
Every nerve in his body tingled with the escalating desire, a magnetic pull drawing him closer to the edge.
It was as if the air around him crackled with anticipation, and he could feel the intensity building, the promise of ecstasy just within reach.
And then it was there.
The overwhelming rush, paired with the sudden smack of Hinata's wet tongue against his sensitive tip, caused the floodgates inside of him to burst open. The knot in his stomach tightened to the extremes, and the storm over him finally unleashed its torrent.
He came.
Naruto's fingers, once akin to quivering branches along her head, now seized the strands of her hair with a tight grip as his ecstasy grew. His shaky hold strained the strands from their positions, sending sharp jolts of pain to sting Hinata's entire body.
Hinata winced but persisted with her actions, pushing her husband to the brink.
Naruto squirmed in his seat, slamming his free hand against the arm of his throne chair, succumbing to the intense rush of his climax, the release he sought to ground him.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming."
He gritted his teeth, cursing, "I'm gonna cum all down that tight fucking throat of yours, and I want to watch it bulge as you try to swallow it all."
Bracing for impact, Hinata focused her hazy lavender eyes on Naruto as he forcefully thrust into her mouth, driving his cock even deeper inside, triggering her gag reflex tenfold.
She retched, the sensation intensifying, as if an invisible hand tightened around her throat, constricting and obstructing the normal flow of air. The feeling resembled a desperate struggle for breath, accompanied by a profound discomfort.
But she remained put and endured it all.
Her eyes fluttered in bliss when she finally felt the thick, milky substance that she knew all too well spurt from her husband's cock and down her throat.
His member released its essence into her mouth with fervor, transforming it into a canvas painted in shades of white. The taste overwhelmed her taste buds with an intense saltiness, a creamy texture that she found herself always addicted to, even now.
Hinata swallowed every drop, keeping her mouth wide open as she eagerly sucked down the sperm, ensuring not a single drop spilled from her lips and stained her dress.
Her eyes remained fixed on Naruto, as he had demanded countless times before, locking her gaze with his as he moaned his heart out, allowing his voice to resonate throughout the entire portrait chamber.
Naruto released and continued to do so, a bit more than he had anticipated.
However, Hinata skillfully swallowed every last drop, leaving no trace behind. Her actions were a testament to her eagerness to please him, creating an intimate connection that went beyond mere physicality.
It was those moments that marked the best fifteen minutes of Naruto's entire life, and it was an experience he surely didn't regret.
After it was all over, and Naruto came down from his high, he leaned forward, cupped his wife's cheek, and kissed her tainted lips, savoring the taste of his salty essence that adorned them.
Her cheeks were puffed, still filled with sperm, leaving her momentarily speechless.
Despite that, she responded by pecking him back, humming against his lips.
"Mmm, that was absolutely amazing, my love," Naruto commended against her lips, "Your naughty mouth never fails to please me. I assure you, after all this, I'll give your pussy a chance to please me next."
He shook his head, gazing into the glossy lavender eyes of his empress, "This is far from over, Hinata-chan, just a brief pause is all."
At that very moment, a knock echoed on the grand doors of the portrait chamber, causing both of them to freeze.
It was that, which signaled the end of their fifteen-minute break, putting their playtime on pause.
Now, formalities beckoned once more.
"Your Majesties, are you both prepared at this time?"
Sai's voice resurfaced once more, shattering the silence within the portrait chamber and prompting the royal couple's ears to perk up.
Naruto and Hinata exchanged heated glances before quickly scrambling to pull their clothing back on.
Naruto hastily moved to pull up his undergarments and slacks, while Hinata adjusted her dress, making an effort to consume the remaining semen in her mouth without gagging or spilling.
With a determined gulp, she successfully swallowed it all, and then hurried back to her seat. In the process, she straightened her dress and hair before delicately placing her crown back onto her head.
She resumed her seat in her throne chair just as Naruto fastened his slacks, adjusting his crown atop his head, and easing back into his chair.
He turned towards the door.
"Yes, we are ready!" He declared, and at that moment, the doors burst open once again, ushering in company.
Sai entered, accompanied by the same group of courtiers as before, the footmen, along with an additional group of people.
Wardrobe assistants.
Makeup artists.
Eyes raced over the two like eager spectators at a captivating performance. The onlookers observed their seated figures, their embarrassed smiles, their connection palpable in the air.
Hinata's flushed complexion and disheveled hair and Naruto, his features etched with post-ecstasy, painted a portrait of shared intimacy that left the spectators swooning and giggling.
The room, now a sanctuary of lingering desire, stood witness to the aftermath of their passionate union. The newcomers were merely left to use their imagination, piecing together what may have transpired between their majesties during their absence.
Sai smiled as he observed the emperor and empress, returning to their poised and composed poses.
He walked across the room and repositioned himself in front of his canvas, where remnants of his previous work were still etched on the large surface.
Naruto smirked, casting a glance back at his wife who made an effort to suppress her blush, but her attempt proved futile. She delicately raised her fingers to wipe away a trace of cum that had grazed her cheek, swiftly regaining her composure.
Upon the arrival of the new guests, they proceeded to execute their intended tasks, much like they had done in similar situations before—time and time again.
They wasted no time, practically sprinting over to restore Naruto and Hinata's appearances to their pristine state—perfect and elegant.
The wardrobe assistants swiftly adjusted the royal couple's clothing, ensuring every fold and seam lay just right.
Simultaneously, diligent hands straightened crowns, ensuring they sat regally atop their heads.
The makeup artists expertly touched up their features. A makeup brush delicately applied a subtle blush to Hinata's cheeks, restoring her radiance. Another artist skillfully added a fresh coat of gloss to Hinata's lips, imparting a lustrous sheen. Her hair was also gently brushed to ensure it looked neat and not disheveled.
Meanwhile, Naruto's face received attention as makeup artists wiped away any traces of sweat, leaving his tanned complexion refreshed. Their fingers threaded through his short blonde hair, transforming it from an unkempt state to a neatly arranged style befitting the emperor beneath his crown.
Every detail was attended to with precision, preserving the emperor and empress's polished and flawless image, free of evidence of their playtime.
Sai smiled from a distance, observing as the new guests completed their tasks and soon departed, leaving Naruto and Hinata looking as good as new.
Sai couldn't help but snicker, "I take it you two enjoyed your break, yes?" He asked as he picked back up his brush and palette, taking it back in hand.
The smirk on Naruto's face widened, "Indeed, it was the break we needed to regain composure. Now, we're fully prepared to resume," He declared.
The intense arousal that had a hold of him before had dissipated, replaced only by anticipation of the naughty promise he and Hinata made for themselves after the portrait session, ensuring they remained focused on concluding their portrait session once and for all during this iteration.
Naruto shot a grin at his wife, "Aren't we, Hinata-chan?" He teased.
Hinata squeaked but nodded, clasping her hands on her lap, "Yes, we are both satisfied—I meant ready!"
Laughter erupted from Naruto, Sai, and the courtiers, leaving a red-faced and embarrassed Hinata in their wake, cowering in her throne chair.
However, the amusement was short-lived as Sai quickly composed himself. Retrieving his brush, he dipped it into a tan hue on his palette, prepared to resume painting.
He nodded, "Sounds wonderful," He remarked, "Now, back to your poses, your majesties, and let's begin again, shall we?"
At that moment, Naruto and Hinata seamlessly transitioned back into their previous poses, adorning smirks and smiles that concealed the naughty endeavors they had engaged in just minutes before.
The facade hid not only their recent sex escapades but also hinted at the desires that lingered and the ones they still wished to explore in the moments to come.
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A.N.
Well, here you have it, everyone!
This marks my third contribution to the Naruhina Month event! It took a bit longer than I hoped, but it's finally complete. What are your thoughts? I'd love to hear from you all!!!
Truly, I find great pleasure in writing Royal AUs, and this one-shot was no exception! I hope your reading experience was as enjoyable as my writing process was. I had a lot of fun writing this!
As always, please remember to drop a comment and leave kudos!
Stay tuned for more prompts for the event—I'll be back shortly!
Once again, as a reminder, I am scheduled tomorrow (December 17th) for a Q&A session in the Discord server down below:
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Feel free to join if you have questions, thoughts, or ideas, or if there's anything you'd like me to update or write. Your questions and input are more than welcome!
The Q&A session kicks off at 9:00 a.m. EST and concludes at 10:30 a.m., or 2:00 p.m. to 3:30 p.m. UTC.
I look forward to your participation and, as always, take care!
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 25: ❦𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞❦
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In the hidden corners of Konoha Academy, shy schoolgirl Hinata secretly meets with Naruto, the infamous delinquent feared by all, reduced to nothing more than his plaything.That's all she believed herself to be in Naruto's eyes.
Yet, unbeknownst even to Hinata, Naruto harbors a secret too—a love surpassing a mere yearning for sex, exclusively reserved for her, much to his dismay.
But love, as they say, has the power to drive one to do the craziest of things.
#Nhmonth23
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Notes:
First, I want to say Merry Christmas to you all! I hope you are enjoying yourselves during the holidays. 🎄⛄
I also want to say Happy Belated Birthday to our precious cinnamon bun Hinata Hyuga! 💜🫶🏽
We are currently on the last week of December, and the last week of Nhmonth23. 2024 is almost here, isn't that crazy!!
I'm not sure where the time went, but hey, I still have one-shots to write and upload, lol.
I've been working hard on the last few that I have, so I'll probably be uploading a lot in the remaining days of December. I'll also be finishing the rest of the Nhmonth23 one-shots in January 2024!
But in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one-shot.
I kinda, sort of, went overboard with it, which is probably, not probably, but MOST LIEKLY the reason why I had fallen behind. I couldn't put this one shot down, and so now, I have ended up with two parts due to it being pretty lengthy. I hope that doesn't bother you all. I worked so hard on this, so it's relieving to finally get it out.
I hope you enjoy!
Warning, it has pretty intense themes, so mind the tags.
Don't forget to leave a comment and kudos!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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December 13th: Delinquent AU + "How To Love."
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Age Gap • Bad Boy AU • Body Worship • Breath Play • Butt Groping • Choking • Claiming • Cock Worship • Daddy Kink • December 13 • December 30 • Deepthroating • Delinquent AU • Desperation • Dirty Talk • Dom/Sub • Domination • Dubcon • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Fellatio • Fingering • Fondling • Forbidden Love • Foreplay • Free Use • Hair Pulling • Handjob • Heavy Angst • High School AU • Hurt & Comfort • Intimidation • Kinky • Lapdog • Multiple Orgasms • Mutual Pining • Naruto Has Issues • Nhmonth • Nhmonth23 • NSFW • Obsession • Opposites Attract • Oral Sex • Overstimulation • Ownership • Part #1 • Praise Kink • Possessive • Power Differences AU • Power Play • Pussy Worship • Rooftop Sex • Rough Sex • Schoolgirl AU • Secrecy • Semi-Public Sex • Size Difference Kink • Slapping • Spanking • Squirting • Stripping • Submission • Teasing • Tryst • Uniform(s) • Unprotected Sex • Vaginal Sex • Violence • 2023
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Reckless Love
It was a tranquil early morning at Konoha Academy in Tokyo, with clear blue skies and a gentle breeze.
The first bell had just rung, signaling the start of another routine day.
Students traversed the halls, embodying different cliques and diverse personalities, transforming Konoha Academy into a lively mosaic of life.
Laughter resonated, contributing to the vibrant ambiance that highlighted the school's dynamic array of social circles.
Inside, the clamor of students echoed, but an unusual scene unfolded on the once-quiet rooftops. Instead of the customary staff presence, only two students, who were certainly not supposed to be there, occupied the space.
Skipping their classes and evading the public eye, the two naughty students seized the opportunity to engage in their habitual game, a naughty escapade repeated day after day.
The quiet air of the rooftop now carried raunchy sounds–a husky male voice moaning and groaning, accompanied by audible slurps of saliva and occasional gags.
A deep chuckle boomed forth.
"Mmm, fuck, this is better right, than attending class, eh, Hyuga?"
Hinata whimpered, a muffled whimper.
She knew she shouldn't be doing this.
She shouldn't even be here right now.
She ought to be in class.
If caught in this act, engaging in such behavior with the person she was with, the repercussions would be lasting—leaving her scarred for life, her reputation in tatters, and her father likely to disown her.
So why?
Why did she succumb to Naruto, the wretched delinquent of Konoha Academy again?
Why did she allow him to sweet-talk her once more into skipping class, and pull her onto the rooftops to shove his cock down her throat?
Why did she submit to him again?
Why did she find pleasure in it?
What's wrong with her?
Hinata's throat bulged with every bob of her head, her gaping mouth stretching uncomfortably at the edges. Saliva cascaded down her chin as she accommodated the meat stick that was inserted in her mouth, causing a burning sensation in her throat and nose.
A masculine musk, entwined with the unmistakable scent of cigarettes, enveloped her senses, emanating from the blonde delinquent whose cock she once again found herself sucking—a routine as regular as carrying his books and completing his homework.
It would be a shock to all of Konoha Academy if their secret was exposed.
It would truly be the shock of the century, causing ripples through Konoha Academy, if the students and faculty members were to ever discover the kinky escapades between Naruto and Hinata.
But no one knew a single thing.
In the privacy behind closed doors, Hinata, the shy and reserved schoolgirl, a reputation that was recognized by all in Konoha Academy, found herself as the subservient lapdog to none other than the notorious blonde delinquent, Naruto Uzumaki.
She practically ate out of the palm of his hand, attentively catering to his every need.
Naruto asserted his dominance by pushing her around, dictating her every move, and instilling intimidation with his mere presence.
In the shadow of his influence, Hinata always felt compelled to comply, creating an unspoken dynamic between them where submission to his will became an implicit norm.
This was nothing new.
Hinata was used to such treatment in high school, it was never a place of cupcakes and rainbows for her.
Branded as a pushover, a reputation acknowledged by everyone at Konoha Academy—despite her endeavors, she remained tethered to such an image.
Often assumed to be a virgin, untouched and innocent, she bore the image of a delicate snowflake. Her father's protective influence contributed to the perception that she appeared seemingly incapable of standing on her own.
Throughout her entire school life, Hinata has faced criticism and bullying for various reasons, particularly because of her eyes, busty figure, her choice to cover it up, her shy personality, gentle manner of speaking, tendency to stutter, and even the perception of being a teacher's pet.
Hinata's encounters with bullying at Konoha Academy became a regular routine, a distressing familiarity that tainted the memory of school altogether for her.
Despite Konoha Academy's outwardly inviting facade, the reality within its halls revealed a battlefield of cruelty and deceit.
The charming exterior concealed the harshness that lurked within, a deceptive allure that Hinata, like many others, initially failed to perceive.
She and her father were initially lured by the school's seemingly pleasant image, believing in its reputation as the best of the best in Tokyo, Japan.
However, Hinata soon unraveled the painful truth hidden within its crevices upon attending.
So, given her past experiences, the harsh treatment she receives from Naruto wasn't entirely unexpected for her.
She knew that she could deal with his harsh antics, frequent name-calling, and bossy demeanor, with no problem. After enduring years of bullying, Hinata can say strongly that she's acquired rather tough skin to be able to endure such treatment.
Besides, she knew deep down, very deep down, that she had the power to stop Naruto simply by uttering a firm no.
Refusing him, Hinata knew, was his weakness.
Hinata could resolve all her issues by simply turning down Naruto's seductive advances, ignoring his presence entirely, and instead focusing solely on maintaining the good girl image the entire school has always perceived her to be...
Hinata whimpered once more.
Who was she fooling? She could never build up the courage to turn down Naruto.
Hinata was surely in quite a precarious situation, ensnared in a tight chokehold by Konoha's ultimate bad boy.
Naruto Uzumaki, to be frank, was quite a difficult case.
He was a man that possessed a very complex persona—a man who rarely cracks a smile, unless it accompanied the satisfaction of obtaining his desires, or getting his knuckles bloodied and bruised from pummeling someone into a bloody pulp.
As the pariah of Konoha Academy, Naruto leads a clique of delinquents—individuals deemed "good-for-nothing bakas," a sentiment occasionally muttered under the breath by a few of the bolder staff members in reference to them.
Some students even raised their eyebrows when it came to them, harboring genuine skepticism about the delinquents' ages; as they appeared as though they should have graduated from high school years ago.
With physiques resembling grown men, voices deep as shit, and intimidating stares capable of making anyone pee their pants, their presence caused them to become subjects of silent speculation and curiosity among their peers.
Not like the delinquents gave a shit.
Together with his band of misfits, Naruto dominated Konoha Academy.
The delinquent's formidable reputation reaches such heights that they even go to extraordinary lengths to bully even the bullies, purely for their own amusement.
The delinquents of Konoha Academy were always known to be troublemakers, instilling fear and chaos wherever they went.
Engaging in violent brawls served as a form of entertainment for them, and they even went to the extreme of fucking their way through the cheerleading squad just for kicks.
The rebellious group certainly doesn't shy away from smoking cigs in the school bathrooms, actually, they took advantage of every chance to smoke cigarettes, striving to emit an aura of cool nonchalance.
They even daringly carry weapons in their bookbags, spiked baseball bats to be exact, showing them off to instill fear in those deemed inferior, creating an atmosphere of extreme tension throughout the entire school.
An unspoken rule prevailed throughout Konoha Academy concerning them, known to all.
It was common knowledge.
Basic intuition and the use of one's eyes at birth could easily unveil such an unwritten rule:
Never cross paths with the delinquents.
Avoid approaching them.
Refrain from engaging in conversation with them.
Don't even cast a single glance in their direction.
Cautionary warnings advise against any interaction with the delinquents throughout the entirety of Konoha Academy High School.
It's totally acceptable to engage or converse with anyone else, but approaching the delinquents, the very ones easily recognizable by those goddamn headbands they wear and the bats they weave, is strictly off-limits.
It is crucial to steer clear of those very individuals who always lounge at the graffitied park benches in the Konoha Academy courtyard during lunchtime, and after school hours.
Avoid entering their territory, always keep your guard up, and refrain from making direct eye contact with them.
The unspoken rule dictates a careful avoidance of any association with these figures.
So, how did Hinata, a woman on the opposite end of the spectrum from such individuals, end up entangled with a callous man like Naruto?
The answer's quite simple really.
Mostly a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Naruto, as was his usual inclination, sought someone to target, and Hinata happened to fit his criteria—petite yet curvy, beautiful yet shy, quiet yet obedient.
To Naruto, it felt like striking gold, and he had no plans to let go of such a treasure without savoring it until the very end.
Hinata, whether she realized it or not, became the solution to all his problems.
If he didn't feel like doing his shitty homework, he could just order her to complete it.
When he didn't want to carry his bags or books, she was there to take care of it for him. Why bother when he had her around?
That goes for other things too.
Whenever Naruto wanted pussy, Hinata was always there, with her skirt raised and legs parted.
She was always there to provide him the freedom to satisfy any desire he had by ramming his cock inside that tight cunt of hers till his heart's content.
Even better, she obeys his every command without hesitation.
A lone glare, a private text—the definitive "Give me pussy" message—or a mere beckon of his finger in the bustling hallways, and Hinata's at his side.
She would quickly distance herself from her friends as if she didn't even know them to begin with, prepared to serve him like a sex slave.
Undoubtedly, she was the one who made Naruto's school life somewhat more bearable.
Naturally, he always felt compelled to express his gratitude by pulling her out of her classes, leading her to the rooftops, guiding her onto her knees, to shove his cock down her throat.
If Naruto has to say so himself, that's gotta be the best damn reward that's out there.
Kneeled before him, sucking his cock.
And as always, Hinata takes on the task like a champ, expressing gratitude for every reward he desires to offer.
Just like now.
"Fuck." Naruto uttered curses through drawn-out, breathless sighs from his lips, tilting his head back in ecstasy.
He moaned countlessly as Hinata's warm tongue eagerly lapped needingly along the length of his nine inches.
Her tongue intricately traversed his member, displaying nimble dexterity. Its surface, moist and velvety, left a trail of warmth and wet saliva with each graceful stroke, meticulously touching every vein, every spot, every inch of him, in a gesture of worship.
Her tongue soon culminated with a gentle swirling around his sensitive tip, lapping at the milky precum that slipped down from the meatus of his cock.
More pleasure bloomed.
"Yeah, that's right." The spiky-haired blonde praised through breathless moans and curses.
"Take it in just like that." He sucked a breath through clenched teeth, "Ooh, just like daddy taught you."
Naruto's deep, husky voice drifted with the gentle rooftop breeze, shattering the tranquility that once embraced the area.
Lowering his head, he fixed his icy blue gaze on the midnight blue-haired schoolgirl beneath him, peering through his sweaty blonde bangs.
Hinata was there—body lowered, knees spread wide, balancing on her petite legs, where her head bobbed rhythmically as she busied herself with sucking him off.
Naruto's height was impressive, standing at 6'3", but with Hinata bending before him, he loomed over her completely. His presence cast a substantial shadow over her, grounding her in the reality of the situation.
Whenever Hinata found herself drifting into a trance and getting a bit too immersed in the moment (perhaps enjoying herself a tad too much), Naruto's towering figure, icy blue stare, and booming voice served as a wake-up call, snapping her out of her trances.
Naruto leaned against one of the walls on the school's rooftop, with one hand tightly gripping a handful of her midnight blue hair, while the other hung loosely by his side.
His lace-up black hakama pants were lowered to his ankles, joined by his underwear, exposing his fat, insatiable cock.
It throbbed within the warm embrace of Hinata's scorching mouth, veins pulsating along the shaft, while the engorged, dark pinkish tip played with her uvula, causing her to gag profusely.
Her teary lavender eyes bored into his blue ones the whole while, pale cheeks flushed, her school uniform completely hanging off of her body exposing those gorgeous tits of hers, her underwear hung around her ankle.
Her hands clasped his hips to stabilize herself in her kneeling stance, her legs supporting her weight, occasionally wavering and causing that adorable skirt of hers, draping down her thighs, to flutter about.
Naruto watched her with a toothy grin as Hinata bobbed her head back and forth nonstop, sucking more and more inches of his cock into her mouth, coating it with her saliva.
He chuckled with amusement as he beheld the scene in front of him.
There, he beheld pools of lavender eyes, pupilless yet captivating with an innocence that held an ethereal, angelic quality. Her gaze alone radiated sincerity and gentleness, allowing a glimpse into the pure essence of her soul.
Those innocent eyes, staring up at him, were certainly a huge contrast to her current lewd predicament, where his cock occupied her mouth just beneath them, tainting her throat with every rock of her head.
The sight before Naruto was like a scene from his fucking wet dreams. It was certainly a moment he truly wished would never come to an end.
But as he continued to gaze at her, he observed a gradual dimming of those lavender eyes, and a distant look began to take hold.
Her head craned more rapidly with every bob, intent on accommodating more of his member into her mouth. She seemed to smoothly spiral down his length with remarkable ease.
Additional saliva accumulated at the corners of her mouth, yet Hinata, deeply immersed in her trance, remained unresponsive, allowing the saliva to escape and trickle down her chin, forming bubbles underneath.
Some of the saliva even splattered onto the ground below.
Naruto chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, causing his spiky blonde bangs to sway, brushing against his headband and nose.
He snickered, 'Well, isn't that cute? The Hyuga's gone into another trance—sucking cock.' He pondered silently, giving in to his own trance, stealing a fleeting moment to admire Hinata below, much to his inadvertent lapse.
She appeared more vulnerable now, the shy façade she usually maintained replaced by a different side of her—one driven by an intense desire, a desperate longing to alleviate the inner ache that held her captive.
This was evident in her frenetic motions, as she eagerly sucked his cock with deep thrusts, plunging her head further with a tussle of it to relish the sensation of playfully teasing her gag reflex.
With each instance of the gagging sensation coursing through her body, each instance of his cock touching the back of her throat, her lavender eyes rolled, tears streamed down, and her parted lips stretched even wider into a gleeful smile as she retched.
At times, Hinata would even slide him out of her mouth to run her tongue along his length. Allowing his cock to rest against her face, the tip passing her head, she indulged in tonguing his veiny sides, absentmindedly tracing each vein with her tongue.
She even alternated between tasks, needingly giving every bit of him her attention.
Hinata extended her hand, firmly pumping at the base of his sopping wet shaft, using her lips and tongue to lap at his hefty balls below desperately.
Naruto's groans intensified as a series of quick tongue licks granted him heightened sensations, velvety lips tugging at the taut flesh of his sensitive testicles.
A warm, ecstatic feeling blossomed in the pit of his stomach, the taut skin of his balls, responding with a gentle sway under the delicate pressure of his pet's lips.
Hinata lavished attention on every inch of him, going over and beyond.
But ultimately, his cock found its way back into her mouth, returning to bask in her wet warmth.
Hinata's midnight blue hair billowed in the wind, with some strands adhering to her face, coated by the presence of saliva.
The top of her uniform and bra was pushed far up, her tie falling down between her voluptuous breasts which swayed gently against her torso, her nipples exposed.
It was the pert pinkness of her nipples that Naruto always found irresistible, his blue eyes appreciating the visual allure as they became fully erect in response to the wind.
He licked his lips.
Hinata's arousal was strong, and the observant blonde delinquent easily could tell, as the swift wind didn't hesitate to disclose the current state between her legs.
Love juices trickled down her thighs, her pussy puffed and glazed, craving to be touched, no, craving for a certain fat cock to pound it silly.
Her fingers involuntarily tightened around Naruto's thighs, as if fighting for control, resisting such overwhelming sensations.
The scent of her arousal lingered a fruity and sweet fragrance that intensified seemingly every second, wafting in the air and slipping into Naruto's nostrils, fueling his body, and keeping his cock fully erect.
Naruto smirked, a lewd smirk.
Oh, to have her father see her at this moment, to witness all the fun she was having.
Naruto shook his head again, snapping himself out of his own trance. However, he quickly grew disgusted with the realization that he had been caught up in admiring the stupid Hyuga.
'What the fuck.' He sneered in his head, reprimanding himself.
The blonde delinquent scoffed before he gave the hand he grasped Hinata's hair a rough shake, yanking it about, causing her head to rock wildly about.
His forceful tug jolted her out of the trance she had once again fallen into, bringing her back to reality but with a deeper blush along her cheeks and nose.
Naruto chastised her once more for losing herself again and for making him succumb to whatever shit that happened a second ago, by grabbing his cock by the base, slipping it out of her mouth to smack her in the face with it.
"Oi, Hyuga! You're making that hideous face again."
"Nhnn." Hinata whimpered, wincing with closed eyes as his hunk of flesh collided with her face with a wet plop.
"If you don't concentrate and continue taking it in properly, you'll fucking soil your uniform."
Naruto sneered, wrinkling his nose down at the sputtering woman below, "What are you a baby? Can't focus for more than two goddamn seconds?" He paused, his eyes drifting down to the amount of saliva that coated her face.
He scoffed, "Tsk. You're a joke, fucking can't even keep your spit in your mouth."
He smacked her face again with his cock, a raunchy reprimand.
"Mmmp!" Hinata let out another whimper, bracing for impact.
More saliva dripped along her flushed face, sullying it even further.
She opened her lavender eyes, fluttering those cute eyelashes of hers. Delicate and feathery, her lashes were long and dark, casting a gentle shadow on her cheeks with each blink.
"Moushiwake gozaimasen-!"
A scowl broke forth on the whiskered face of the blonde delinquent, his icy blue eyes shooting daggers down at her, "Oh please, don't be polite with me. You and I both know you are far from that." He acknowledged with a sneer.
"Who do you think you're fooling? Sucking cock, covered in saliva, with your tits hanging out of your shirt." Naruto chuckled, "Oh Hyuga, you are far from polite, a fucking whore if you ask me."
"G-Gomen! Please forgive me, N-Naruto-senpai." Hinata cowered, her legs quivering like jelly beneath her, an involuntary surrender to the overwhelming sensations she felt.
The only semblance of support that held her upright in that very moment came from the tight fist that clutched her disheveled hair, and her fingers that desperately gripped Naruto's thighs.
Her body felt like mere putty, as if every muscle had relinquished control—legs numb, unresponsive, and rendered powerless.
She was in a state of complete disarray, entangled in a chaotic mess. A desperate longing for pleasure emanated from every pore of her being, the throbbing desire palpable.
Hinata found herself, in that very moment, solely at the mercy of Naruto, whose dominance left her vulnerable and yearning for the release only he could provide.
Hinata bit her lip, her head angled upward to meet the intense gaze of the blonde miscreant towering over her.
"Please, I-I'm so..." She breathed shakily, her abdomen visibly heaving as she struggled with the words on her tongue, hesitant to disclose her true desires to the intimidating blonde.
"I-I'm just-"
"You're what?" Naruto was quick to spat, his voice laced with venom. He leaned down a little closer, to better hear the breathless nonsense that sputtered from Hinata's lips.
"Speak the fuck up, Hyuga. You know I don't like when you mumble."
"I-I'm just h-h-horny!" Hinata exclaimed, facing her fears. Her lips trembled, "I a-am so, so horny and I'm not thinking straight-"
"Tsk." Naruto scoffed, "What a shitty excuse. Is that all you can come up with to explain your incompetence? You were doing so well, Hyuga. Even impressed me a minute there."
Naruto flung his free hand up, snorting, "What the hell happened?"
Hinata chewed the inside of her jaw, nervous, "I w-well," She hesitated, moving her posture with a justle of her hips, her lavender skirt swaying in response, a hidden tactic to ease the ache in her groin.
But it was not enough.
In fact, the throb of her pussy worsened, and the yearning for stimulation beckoned.
She whimpered, glancing down toward the place between her thighs.
"My p-p-p-pussy-"
Naruto leaned in closer, "Your pussy?"
Hinata watched as the blonde cracked a grin at the mere mention of the lewd word, his blue eyes drifting down to the area currently hidden by her skirt—a part of her he's seen time and time again. He was, in fact, the very culprit that claimed her virginity in the first place.
Naruto huffed, raising an eyebrow, "What about your pussy, pet?"
It was at that moment when Hinata chose to confront her desires head-on, to express everything to Naruto, what her body yearned for, particularly what her pussy truly yearned for.
She faced her fears, opening her mouth to tell him just why her pussy was presently dripping its essence all over the ground beneath her, darkening the pavement.
"Your cock, senpai!" She exclaimed in tears, "My p-pussy wants your cock so badly it hurts!"
She clasped her hands before her, begging, "Please, Naruto-senpai, I can't wait any longer, I need you inside me. Please-!"
A deep, sinister chuckle shattered the air, emanating from the depths of darkness to tear through the crisp wind.
The sound erupted like a thunderclap, sending goosebumps racing across Hinata's entire body, creating an icy shiver that seemed to penetrate her very core, abruptly halting her words in their tracks.
Yet, despite the paralyzing effect, she couldn't deny the contradictory sensation her body felt—a tight, yet oddly pleasurable coil unfurling in the depths of her groin, merely causing more of her love juices to spill, making the sullied pool below her bigger.
Naruto released a sinister laugh, and Hinata observed as he lowered his legs, stealthily inching closer to her. His long black haori cascaded down, creating a pool on the ground beneath him.
Still grasping a handful of her hair, he abruptly pulled it, forcing her head to tilt back. Her neck arched painfully to support her head upward, exposing more of her flushed cheeks and soiled face.
Hinata yelped, but her yelp only grew louder as she was graced with a kinky slap across the cheek. Her cheek burned with an intense pain she found delightful, the knot in her stomach tightening.
Naruto narrowed his eyes down at his pet, admiring her in her most sullied state yet; one of her most beautiful forms in his opinion.
A wide grin spread across his face, reaching from ear to ear. He leaned forward, gently brushing his lips across her flushed cheek, leaving a tender kiss.
"How amusing."
Naruto guided his lips up to whisper by Hinata's ear, "What a needy little slut you've become, Hyuga. A mess that I constantly have to clean up."
He shrugged, "Not that I mind, therefore, if I were in your shoes, I'd appreciate having someone like me around that is willing to attend to your slutty needs."
"Y-Yes! Arigato, Naruto-senpai!!" Hinata exclaimed, expressing her appreciation through screams, "I-I am grateful to have someone like you, attend to a sl-slut like me."
Naruto smirked, "Good girl."
It was at that moment, Naruto reached down, with his free hand to dive underneath her skirt.
Hinata gasped when she felt thick fingers brush against her swollen pussy, a mere touch from him sending a strong jolt through her that almost made her stumble.
Her legs trembled.
His fingers deftly initiated a smooth glide along her sopping wet pussy, tracing a recurrent path from her tender opening to the heightened sensitivity of her clit in one swift motion.
Naruto exerted pressure on the damp and responsive flesh of stimulated nerves, utilizing the precise touch he knew would cause his pet to squirm, reducing her muscles to mush.
And as he anticipated, with a mere touch, Hinata succumbed, buckling in his grasp, prompting him to tighten his hold on her hair to keep her upright.
Naruto chuckled, "There, huh?"
Her velvety folds fluttered in happiness against his thick fingers, awakening and pulsing with vitality.
He used those fingers of his to swipe back and forth along her folds, repeatedly.
Hinata's eyes fluttered closed, moans flooding from her gaping mouth, as Naruto intensified the rhythm of his fingers against the flow of her love juices, skillfully exploring her delicate folds and manipulating the responsive nerves within.
It was a finely honed skill of his, the art of knowing precisely which buttons to press on her body to unravel her completely—a mastery that he wielded with precision. Yet, this expertise transcended mere physical touch; he played her like a fiddle, attuned to the intricate notes of her desires.
His awareness of her extended beyond the tactile, delving into the recesses of her mind, seemingly knowing her more deeply than she knew herself. Her body was an open book to Naruto, every curve and nuance familiar to him as if he knew it as well as the back of his hand.
Hinata was completely vulnerable to his control.
And Naruto was well aware of that.
At that very moment, he delivered the exact stimulation Hinata longed for, an intensity that truly turned her world inside out.
Due to Naruto's fondling, a bloom of pleasure instantly ignited inside her that transversed her entire body. From the space between her thighs, traversing her stomach, all the way to the crown of her head.
Everywhere.
But that wasn't the only thing that was ignited, a faint sound of moist flesh squelching about surfaced too.
"Ooh kami." Hinata moaned, a shaky moan.
Naruto grinned before playfully delivering a couple of smacks to her pussy, observing as his pet's legs hurriedly snapped close, jolts of pain coursing through her body.
He parted her thighs with his free hand, delivering another firm slap to her pussy, reveling the sound of her cries and the way her juices soared all over the place.
Naruto jolted back with a snicker, "Damn, look at that! You're fucking splashing all over me."
He laughed, a throaty laugh, "Heh, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually enjoy the times when I pull you out of class and bring you up here to play with you. You love being my filthy pet, eh?" Naruto snickered amusingly, peering at her through his blonde bangs.
"You enjoy being a mere cock sleeve for daddy?"
"Hai, hai! Daddy, I love it. I really do!"
Another pussy smack.
Hinata cried out.
Naruto snickered once more, "Well then, pet. If my cock is what you wanted," He shrugged, "why didn't you just ask for it nicely, hm? You know I have never denied you my cock."
He shook his head, moving up to plant another kiss on her cheek. He hummed against her flesh, "Never. Not from you."
"Please," Hinata begged, "May I have your c-cock, daddy?" Trembling, she lowered her hands to clutch the front of her skirt, just as Naruto released her hair to observe where her hands grasped.
She lifted her skirt high, allowing him to see her exposed pussy in all of its glory.
Naruto moaned in satisfaction at the sight, his head tilting to get a good look at her.
His hazy eyes trailed over the sight revealed between Hinata's thighs, marveling at it with a salivating mouth, and a throbbing cock.
Delicate pink folds were presented before him, luscious lips that framed the moist column where her well-used opening and love bud were situated.
The girl was completely shaved, without a single hair in sight. Her pussy glistened with an unmistakable sheen, the source of the sweet smell of arousal he's grown addicted to now exposed as a substantial pool of juices that trickled from her opening, splattering against the ground.
Naruto almost came right on the spot.
He cursed, his dick twitching in delight, "Goddamn, Hyuga. You're just begging to be fucked senseless, aren't you?" He chuckled, shaking his head, "Do you have a fucking death wish or something? Do you want to end up brain-dead?"
Hinata whimpered in response to Naruto's deliberate delay, clutching the fabric of her skirt tighter, "Come on, Naruto-senpai. I-I can't wait any longer," She pouted when he only laughed at her.
She wiggled about, throwing a tantrum.
"Please, don't be a jerk-kyahh!"
In that instant, she suddenly felt the firm grip of large hands enclosing her waist, effortlessly lifting her petite body from the ground.
Her body was unceremoniously hoisted up and tossed onto a solid bedrock of muscular hips, their collision resonating with a resounding thud that caused her breath to hitch.
Simultaneously, the inside of her thighs jolted with a sharp pain as they were forced open.
Large hands scrambled back to skillfully weave underneath her thighs, keeping them apart while pressing her pelvis against the warmth of a waist.
The fingers dug into her pale flesh with an insistent grip, leaving distinct fingerprint marks and bruises that Hinata knew she would have to conceal later with makeup.
But that didn't matter now.
Her arms flung upward out of instinct, her fingers finding purchase around a strong and well-defined neck, to keep her upright.
And all at once, Hinata was granted just what she wanted.
Naruto wasted no time, fueled by the fact that his pet had just called him a jerk.
Who was she to call him names? That was supposed to be his fucking thing.
He growled.
Hinata needs to learn her place, and he'll be the one to ensure she does.
Now that Hinata was propped up on his towering figure, he slid one hand downward, unclutching his hold on her right thigh to grab his cock. Without any warning, he plunged his fat rod into her pussy, syncing the penetration with a deep thrust of his hips.
Shockwaves rippled through Hinata's entire body, and she experienced an immediate release, her essence squirting out of her like a water hose.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in an instant, and her body convulsed in uncontrollable spasms while held in his grasp.
Hinata gripped the collar of Naruto's black haori tightly, whining in his ear, "O-Oh kami! I just came! Y-You m-made me cum!-"
"Not a jerk now, huh?" Naruto growled by her ear, "Tsk, I'll give you what you fucking want."
Surprising her, he wrapped his free hand around her thigh once more, sliding his calloused fingers beneath her skirt.
Clutching her buttocks, he pulled her closer with a jostle, keeping her perfectly still.
It was then, standing, Naruto effortlessly began to bring her body back and forth to meet the thrust of his hips, eliciting a pounding that turned Hinata inside out.
The rough thrusts she was given were unforgiving, each one robbing the air from her lungs, turning her face entirely crimson.
Her eyes rolled back, and palpable waves of sensation surged through her entire body. These visible tremors surged from the point of impact, starting at her bottom and rippling up her backside, creating a sensation that reverberated through every inch of her being.
Desperation gripped her as her arms scrambled over to clutch Naruto's neck once more, holding onto him for dear life. Her ears were filled solely with the echoes of her own screams and the resounding smacks of their hips colliding.
"Oh kami! Oh kami!! Oh kami!!!"
Hinata's screams were desperate as they erupted from deep within her throat, scratching and rattling against her windpipe, echoing to flood the entirety of the rooftops.
Naruto's cock filled her to the brim, stretching her walls out of place and making her fill all full inside.
His shaft demanded attention, penetrating deeply to reach every part of her: her G-spot, cervix, uterus, and even seemingly her belly button.
His cock like it was everywhere at once, delving deep into her, exploring areas she didn't even think were reachable, yet he was there, and the sensation that followed was pure ecstasy.
She felt so good.
This was just what she was yearning for.
The overwhelming pleasure Hinata experienced was beyond words, and in that moment, she found it challenging to keep up with the intensity of the sensations Naruto was pounding into her.
Her body wobbled to and fro in his tight grasp, her legs dangled in the air, and her toes curled inside her tennis shoes.
Tears of joy streamed down her face, her right ear vulnerable to Naruto's lips which drew whispers of possession, further asserting his claim over her body and soul.
He murmured countless "you're mine," like a mantra, repeatedly with each thrust, intensifying further with every climax she reached.
His groans took on a guttural, animalistic quality, and his words mirrored the same intensity.
He infused those two words with a touch more emotion, pouring forth sentiments that revealed a depth of heart and expression Hinata had never known Naruto was capable of.
It was so exhilarating.
It was merely that, which worsened Hinata's predicament.
Hinata would be lying if she said she hated these moments, being gripped tight, and pounded by Naruto's cock.
She'd be lying to herself if she claimed to dislike this time with Naruto—or any time spent with him, for that matter—even when they were both dressed, and any form of intimacy was completely out of consideration.
Hinata would be lying to herself if she denied that she wasn't, in fact, Naruto's pet—always thinking of him, constantly desiring to be in his presence, to hear his voice, to be under his control, and to have him play with her body.
Hinata knew that was wrong of her. She hated herself for feeling that way.
She was aware that she was making a mistake, recognizing her own foolishness and naivety for letting her heart and body become vulnerable to a man like Naruto.
Vile. Impulsive. Rude. Apathetic.
These were all attributes he possessed—qualities that should instill fear in her, compelling her to make a run for the hills.
But instead, it pulled her in closer, like a magnet, continuously drawing her closer.
Indeed, Hinata found herself in a precarious situation, but it wasn't solely Naruto who posed a problem—it was her heart.
The heart desired what it desired, and for some inexplicable reason, regardless of her efforts, she couldn't persuade her heart to release its hold on Naruto.
No matter what.
A joyful smile spread across her face, intermingling with the love expression that contorted her features in response to every rough thrust she received. Every one of them propelled her body forward, allowing her pussy to be explored by a thick, hungry cock that hungered for every inch of her, as if it sought to reach her very soul.
Hinata tightened her grip around Naruto's neck, surrendering to her emotions, much like she surrendered to the forbidden relationship they shared together in the shadows.
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DING!!
The resonant chime of the school bell echoed through the corridors of Konoha Academy. With the passage of first and second periods, the third-period bell now rang, marking the end of third-period classes.
For Hinata, that also meant the promise of lunchtime, a welcome break from the rigors of Calculus II.
She gathered her belongings as quickly as she could, exchanging smiles with her friends, Sakura, Ino, Temari, and TenTen, who were also emerging from the classroom, books in hand.
The schoolgirls, (including Hinata), donned the crisp and varied Konoha Academy uniforms.
Each girl expressed her personality through a unique color choice, with Hinata opting for a lavender skirt paired with a white buttoned-up blouse.
Other variations included Sakura in a pink skirt, Ino in a dark purple skirt, Temari in a black skirt, and TenTen in a plaid red skirt.
All uniforms maintained the same style, adorned with black ties and white tennis shoes.
Together, the group traversed the bustling halls, side by side, a vibrant burst of laughter and chatter accompanying their every step.
Sakura let out a cheer, pumping one fist in the air, "Yes! Finally, it's lunchtime! I'm starving!" She exclaimed in exaggeration, the eagerness in her voice mirrored by the rumbling of her stomach.
Ino let out a light giggle as she adjusted the strap of her purple backpack, ensuring it rested comfortably on her shoulders. With a rock of her body, she successfully straightened the bag on her back.
She then snapped her head over at Sakura, "Oh, I bet you're ready to eat, forehead. Just be careful, Sakura-chan, overeat, and you might end up with a figure that won't impress Sasuke-kun. You'll become fat like that forehead of yours." She chimed in with a sassy twist of her head, ready to seize the opportunity to tease the pink-haired schoolgirl.
Sakura gasped sharply, her pale features contorting in irritation, absolutely offended.
She turned her head sharply toward Ino, gritting her teeth, "What did you just say, Ino pig? You have some nerve." She spat, "Last I checked, I'm not the one desperately clinging onto Sasuke-kun, yearning for every bit of his attention like a lost puppy begging for scraps."
Sakura shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe try standing on your own for once, Ino-chan."
Ino scoffed, running her hands down the strands of her long ponytail. She gave it a flip, purposely causing it to smack Sakura in the face.
The pink-haired girl groaned, recoiling in surprise.
"Oh, please. We both know you're just jealous because Sasuke-kun enjoys my company more. I'm the top choice, and you know it."
It was Ino's turn to shrug her shoulders, "That's why your feathers get all ruffled whenever his name slips from my lips."
"Shut up, Ino pig!"
"Sasuke-kun! Ooh right there, Sasuke-kun!" Ino moaned playfully, teasing Sakura who now was seething red, cheeks clenched.
Her green eyes now shot daggers at Ino, unwavering and intense.
At that moment, Sakura appeared on the brink of exploding, a vein visibly popping against her forehead. The pink-haired woman sneered, clenching her fist tight.
"You bitch!"
"They're back at it again, aren't they?" Temari groaned, an indifferent groan, shaking her head.
Peering casually over the fan she fanned herself with, she directed her gaze toward the two rowdy schoolgirls on her right—Sakura and Ino.
The little dispute the two have over Sasuke, one stupid meaningless boy, was nothing new.
It truly remained as expected, but it always managed to evoke a sense of disgust from Temari. The perpetual nature of the same ole argument seemed to always grate on her nerves.
It's like the days were repeating.
Sasuke. Sasuke. Sasuke.
That's all Ino and Sakura ever talked about.
TenTen, on the other hand, was enjoying the show, giggling as she strolled beside Temari, "Oh don't be a buzzkill, Temari-chan. Let them fight! I wanna see how this ends!"
Temari growled in annoyance, swatting TenTen with her mini fan, causing the bun-haired girl to cower away with a yelp.
"Don't you condone this kind of behavior, TenTen-chan. Kami!" Temari exclaimed with a roll of her eyes.
TenTen rubbed the back of her head, "G-Gomen-h-hey!"
Temari swatted her with her fan once more, "Jeez, I swear, it seems the only other normal friend I have is my sweet cinnamon roll." The spunky blonde declared, shooting a glance over at Hinata to her left, who had been unusually silent throughout the entire time.
"Hinata-chan, you tell them. Aren't they all being ridiculous?"
Silence.
Temari's eyebrows furrowed.
Hinata seemed lost in thought, apparently not registering what was said to her, as she strolled through the halls alongside them.
Her head was turned away from her friends entirely, her gaze wandering to observe the bustling corridors, where other students hurried to their next classes or to grab lunch.
Her lavender eyes meticulously swept across the crowded hallways of uniformed teenagers, eagerly seeking out a particular hot-headed blonde, clad in black.
It was that very individual who had initiated another playtime with her only moments ago, creating a vivid memory that lingered in the corridors of her thoughts.
The school's rooftop.
His cigarette smell.
His husky voice.
His cock.
Naruto.
Hinata bit her lip.
"Hinata-chan? Did you hear me?"
Hinata gasped, jolting out of her reverie before turning toward the culprit who called her name.
Temari.
She turned her lavender eyes toward the blonde schoolgirl, her spiky hair fashioned into four distinct buns atop her head.
With elegance, she waved a handheld fan decorated with three purple dots before her face in one hand.
In the other, she carried a white school purse along her arm, swaying to and fro with each step.
Temari frowned, her teal eyes fixed on Hinata, "What's the matter, hun?"
"Oh," Hinata let forth a nervous laugh, bowing her head apologetically, "gomen, Temari-chan. I-I was just lost in thought, i-is all."
"Oh, that's quite alright," Temari gestured toward Sakura and Ino, still engaged in their ongoing Sasuke dispute.
The blonde schoolgirl made a playful gagging sound, "Ugh, those two are going at it again, arguing over who's best for Sasuke. It's such a pain to listen to, honestly."
"Oh, not again," Hinata groaned, chidingly.
Hinata stretched her neck a bit further to observe her two boisterous friends embroiled in a heated argument, involving pointed fingers, shoves, and extremely loud voices that echoed throughout the entire hallway.
Hinata pleaded, shaking her head, "Sakura-chan, Ino-chan, please don't fight."
Her gentle voice surfaced as a soothing presence amidst the tempest of anger between the two schoolgirls.
Hinata surveyed her surroundings, noting the many eyes fixed on them from fellow students within the hallway, accompanied by hushed whispers and giggles.
Hinata whimpered, "Please, you're making a scene, you two."
"But Ino pig started it!" Sakura pointed at the blonde's face, causing Ino to swat her hand away.
"Did not! I was just looking out for you; you're the one that had to go and take it personally."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
Hinata let out a deep sigh.
It was no use.
She turned back towards Temari, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She offered a hesitant shrug, "W-Well, I tried. I'm afraid they won't listen to me in that state, Temari-chan."
Hinata tilted her head, her midnight blue hair fluttering along in response, "You give it a try. They listen to you."
"Ugh, fine!" Temari groaned, "Just know that if I intervene, I'm sure as hell not going to be nice about it." She acknowledged with pursed lips.
"Well, anything that can put an end t-to their fighting is acceptable, I suppose," Hinata remarked with a giggle, bracing herself for what was to come.
Her lavender eyes shifted to her right to witness the show unfold, right where Sakura and Ino were located.
Temari shifted her attention over to the arguing pair as well, attempting to step in. And just as she warned, her approach differed significantly from Hinata's kind demeanor.
Hers entirely lacked any trace of politeness.
Temari rolled her eyes.
"Hey! Just shut the fuck up, you two! Honestly, I can give two shits about that insufferable Sasuke." She spat, "Find another topic to bitch and moan about, will ya?"
"Nani?" Sakura screeched, bewildered by Temari's response, offended once more.
"Sasuke-kun is not insufferable! You take that back!" Ino shouted, the target now on Temari's back from both Ino and Sakura, the two rowdy schoolgirls determined to protect Sasuke's honor and name.
The tension in the hallway escalated as the trio began to engage in an even bigger heated exchange, every word only adding fuel to the fire.
Hinata couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched her friends from the background.
Her friends were deep into their bickering and fighting, hurling insults that, to Hinata's surprise, were just too funny.
TenTen even joined in, escalating the confrontation with cheers like a cheerleader.
Hinata giggled once more.
Hinata has to admit that her friends were a peculiar bunch—sometimes hostile to one another, other times lovable. They were a school family that Hinata had never had before, and despite their quirks, she couldn't help but love them to pieces.
She smiled, observing her friends in their unfiltered essence as time ticked away, appreciating all that they were—the good and the bad.
A warmth welled up in her chest, and once again, Hinata found herself drifting into her thoughts, but instead of drooling over a certain blonde, she savored a moment to acknowledge the chaotic beauty of her precious friend circle.
However, just as she started to lose herself in contemplation again, she felt a subtle shift in the air.
It was a small disturbance, but it was enough to pull her attention back to reality.
Something touched her.
Now, it wasn't a subtle touch—not a mere tap on the shoulder or a casual bump against the side.
No.
At that moment, Hinata felt a large hand boldly reach out, its warmth penetrating beneath the fabric of her uniform's skirt.
The touch was more than a fleeting graze; it ventured daringly to grant her right asscheek an unexpected but quick grope.
The unmistakable sensation of coarse fingers squeezing the plumpness of her exposed right cheek which spilled out of the confines of her panties, sent an immediate shock through her system.
Her lower area, embraced only by lace panties, lay vulnerable beneath her skirt, susceptible to the bold hand that touched her.
The audacity of the very act was baffling, flustering her to no end.
The unexpected touch on her body, on her ass, unfolding within the public space of the school hallway, among her friends, sent an unexpected chill coursing through Hinata, rendering her momentarily stunned.
But the hand vanished before a gasp could surface from her lips, leaving her breath quickened, her hands scrambling to grip her skirt down, cupping it to cover her bottom more.
Out of instinct, Hinata whipped her head around to identify the culprit who had inappropriately groped her, her lavender eyes darting around the place.
And there he was.
Just as she knew.
Naruto.
His darkened blue eyes glanced ever so subtly at her as he conversed with another delinquent that wore his colors, headband fluttering about, black haori trailing behind him.
Amidst the lively chatter in the busy hallway, dominated by the presence of other students, Hinata could only hear Naruto's deep, husky voice.
Her attention was solely on him, her cheeks bearing a bright blush.
His blue eyes carried a mischievous glint, filled with a darkened desire known only to her. He consistently directed his gaze toward her direction, a naughty smirk playing on his scarred, whiskered face.
It was obvious what just happened here.
Naruto was definitely the one to blame; the one that groped her.
'Oh kami!' Hinata exclaimed in shock, her entire body warming up underneath her clothing.
She let out a squeak upon locking eyes with Naruto again, and in response, he offered a subtle lip bite, prompting her to whip her head forward in a frenzy.
Hyperventilating, she struggled to catch her breath, her mind grappling with the surreal nature of her situation.
The weight of Naruto's gaze lingered, creating a vulnerability that made every nerve in her body tingle.
Hinata could feel it. His eyes.
She could feel him. Towering over her.
His ravenous eyes bore into the back of her head, undressing her with their intense gaze.
She moved forward with legs like jelly, each step a delicate effort to maintain composure.
Hinata fought the strong urge to stumble about, her heartbeat resonating in her ears, threatening to pump out of her chest.
Hinata's breaths became shallow gasps, and the world around her blurred.
With Naruto's mere presence behind her, it felt like she was instantly reverted back to the submissive whore she once was on the rooftop—a doll that couldn't function properly without its master.
A doll waiting for its strings to be pulled.
Recovery remained elusive; calming her body now seemed damn near impossible.
'Did Naruto-senpai just grope me in public?' Hinata questioned in her head in a frenzy, confused as to why Naruto would do something so risky.
Indeed, in public, the two were practically strangers. They never engaged in conversation, never spotted anywhere near the other—hell, they never even exchanged glances.
Naruto forbade it himself.
Their interactions were confined to moments only behind closed doors—whether in school bathrooms, empty classrooms, on the school's rooftop, behind the school, or in his car. Whenever Naruto wanted something, anything, Hinata would attend to that need, but always in private.
Never in public. Never.
'So why? Why do such a thing now?' Hinata thought in shock.
In the sanctuary of her own mind, the distant laughter and chatter of her friends now seemed to fade in her ears.
At least, her friends didn't notice.
Hinata bit her lip.
A nagging suspicion lingered that Naruto's unexpected actions signaled an unsettling change—a change that didn't bode well with her, not well at all.
The sudden impulsiveness of Naruto's actions, the full extent behind them, and the deviation from their usual secret routine left Hinata extremely uneasy, the uncertainty casting a shadow over her thoughts.
She wasn't sure what Naruto was thinking—she never does.
Was Naruto merely toying with her? Was it all just a tease? A test? A ploy?
Hinata didn't know.
But she knew one thing...
She needed to get to the bottom of it, and fast, before their secret was blown.
Before everything goes to hell.
The midnight blue-haired girl put up a smirk, clutching the handles of her backpack firmly.
She had just the plan.
Hinata hummed.
'Two can play that game, Naruto-senpai,' She mused with a smirk, a newfound confidence coursing through her veins.
Regaining her composure, Hinata practically skipped down the hallway alongside her friends.
She maintained her cheerful demeanor even as she entered the cafeteria, unaware that dark blue eyes were keeping track of her every move.
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Notes:
End Of Part #1
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Chapter 26: ❦𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 #𝟐❦
Summary:
Part 2# Of 'Reckless Love'
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Reckless Love
Hinata and her friends, now carrying their lunches, made their way into the courtyard of Konoha Academy.
The entire courtyard was bathed in the sun's gentle rays, creating a golden hue that highlighted the natural splendor of its surroundings.
The serene beauty of the place was heightened by the presence of beautiful cherry blossom trees, white camellias, and meticulously arranged rock gardens, resonating with tranquility.
Everywhere one looked, bamboo benches were nestled under the shade of vibrant umbrellas, along with small gazebos.
The courtyard was alive with the scents of bento boxes, coffee, and various Japanese delicacies.
Hinata breathed in the enticing aroma of grilled teriyaki, sushi, and the subtle sweetness of tamagoyaki, scents that made her stomach rumble on cue.
The air was also filled with the inviting essence of nori, creating a vibrant and appetizing atmosphere around her.
Hinata smiled joyously.
This has to be by far, the best time of the school day.
Lunch.
It was a time for her to once again relish the delectable offerings of Konoha Academy's cafe, and enjoy every mouthful until her belly was thoroughly satisfied, all while engaging in fun conversations with her cherished friends.
Free from worries.
Free from stress.
Free from it all.
She let out another relieved sigh, strolling deeper into the courtyard alongside her friends.
Their eyes steadily scanned their surroundings, taking in the mix of diverse cliques scattered throughout the courtyard, students populating every corner.
Jocks tossed baseballs back and forth, preppies exchanged gossip, and nerds passionately discussed academic pursuits on benches near the entrance.
Artistic students drew in sketchbooks by the koi pond, and, of course, Naruto's notorious clique of delinquents occupied the secluded benches in the very back, where few dared to tread.
Hinata tried her very best to avoid looking in Naruto's direction, yet the unmistakable gaze fixed on her backside from him made her predicament quite hard to handle, her body fighting the tremors in her legs that threatened to expose her.
Despite all of this, she maintained her composure, participating in small talk with her friends and focusing on the task of finding a suitable spot in the courtyard for them to enjoy their lunch.
But unbeknownst to her, the act of disregarding the dark blue eyes that stared her down, resisting the urge to turn her head toward them entirely, rubbed a certain someone the wrong way.
Suddenly, the lively conversation among the five schoolgirls came to an abrupt halt when a whistle echoed from the vicinity where the delinquents were seated, a sound that tore through the peaceful area and left behind a deadly chill.
However, it was then that Hinata's ears caught a familiar voice catcalling from the far end of the courtyard.
The voice was unmistakable.
Hinata knew exactly who the voice belonged to. She knew.
"Hey, short skirts!"
The deep voice rang out across the entire courtyard, a playful yet rebellious tone that belonged to none other than Naruto Uzumaki.
The voice, or rather, the acknowledgment, was entirely unexpected, catching all five school girls completely off guard.
They hesitated hard, tremors taking hold.
Temari shook her head, "Don't look. Don’t respond." She whispered amongst the girls, knowing exactly who was calling them.
Those wretched delinquents.
The other girls nodded, but Hinata, on the other hand, subtly searched for the source of the voice, catching a glimpse of spiky blonde hair and a mischievous grin from afar.
Positioned at the farthest end of the courtyard, surrounded by the ominous shadows cast by ancient trees and punctuated by the twisted, eerie foliage, marked as the scary delinquent's area.
Positioned there, Naruto sat high, his ass perched on one of the benches he had claimed for himself. Each bench, adorned with graffiti, served as the blonde's chosen spot. His territory.
The headband he donned, adorned with the Uzumaki clan symbol in white at its center, encircled his forehead, with the straps trailing behind him in the constant breeze.
His black haori cascaded down his broad frame, draping over the bench, its collar popped near his neck. The sleeves of his black jacket were rolled up to the elbow, revealing toned forearms.
His white shirt underneath was purposely unbuttoned by two buttons, revealing a substantial portion of his muscular chest, exposed for all to see.
Alongside this, he wore a small, circular pendant adorned with a vibrant blue gemstone at its center. The pendant was attached to a simple black cord, swaying gently along his bare chest, nestled between the folds of his open shirt.
His black boots pressed into the bamboo plank of the table below which was typically designated for seating.
Surrounding him were bench chairs filled with men of his ilk—delinquents gathered around him in a tight cluster, treating Naruto as if he were some kind of deity.
The men wore sinister grins that hinted at mischief, marked with scars and tattoos. Cigarettes were ignited and puffed, generating a hazy atmosphere in the vicinity, while spiked bats were gripped in the hands of the men, swaying and maneuvering them as an aura of intimidation.
Naruto's playful banter echoed throughout the entire courtyard, his dark blue eyes lingering on one particular schoolgirl—the one he considered his own.
His pet.
Naruto licked his lips, his eyes zeroed in on Hinata.
"Aww, come on, don't be shy. Come on over, and sit on daddy's lap!”
Laughter erupted from Naruto's group of delinquents in response to his catcall. This only prompted the rest of the men to join in, their deep voices filling the courtyard with lewd comments, teasing pet names, and moans aimed at the five schoolgirls.
Such an uproar easily drew the attention of all the other students, creating a commotion in the once-peaceful courtyard.
"What the hell?" Ino whispered in shock, resisting the urge to march her ass over and give those delinquent shitheads a piece of her mind.
"Why are they even talking to us?" Sakura whispered as she scurried along with her friends, bento box in hand, "They've never bothered before."
"They're impulsive bullies, that's why," TenTen groaned, rolling her brown eyes.
"Just ignore them." Temari groaned once more, "They're just fucking bored and only looking for trouble. Don't be stupid and let them get to you."
"Fine," The three girls sighed, choosing to just ignore the delinquents.
The school girls merely ventured further into the courtyard to find a seat, totally missing the tremors that emitted from Hinata's body, who was silent the entire time.
Her cheeks continued to deepen in hue, the warmth spreading across her entire face like a relentless tide. A wave of embarrassment surged, threatening to engulf her and send her body into a total frenzy.
Hinata felt her heart quicken, its rhythm echoing in her ears and reverberating in her throat; due to Naruto's unexpected public acknowledgment, his peculiar gesture of directing attention toward her now, at this given moment.
Confusion and even anger bubbled in her chest, mingling with the embarrassment that threatened to overtake her.
Hinata struggled to maintain composure, feeling a tingling sensation in her hands, making it challenging to keep a firm grip on her bento box.
The simple act of holding her lunch container became a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil, leaving her both physically and emotionally unsteady in the public gaze.
She couldn't believe what just happened.
She couldn't believe what he just did. Not one bit.
Hinata knew what Naruto was doing.
She knew that Naruto wasn't merely conversing with her and her friends but merely to her directly, a truth concealed in plain sight.
It was so unlike him.
Naruto went from barely engaging with her publicly, barely glancing her way to now, actively seeking her attention, calling her out, and even touching her—in public!!
Hinata tightened her grip on the edges of her bento box, wrestling with emotions that tore at her from within. She was beginning to get a little angry.
Is Naruto trying to expose her? Expose them?
'What is he thinking? Has he lost his mind?' Hinata thought in her head, her thoughts racing which only amplified the discomfort she felt, her face turning even redder but now, not from embarrassment but due to anger.
Naruto has ordered her time and time again, even thrown her over his lap and spanked her ass cherry, to make his point that the two would never speak in public.
He made it perfectly clear that they would stay away from one another, to refrain from giving anyone in public a reason to think something was going on between the two, or inquire about their private affairs behind closed doors.
But…
Naruto's become a damn hypocrite.
Hinata scowled.
"Hinata-chan? Is everything alright?" Ino’s voice suddenly arose, her light blue eyes peering at her as they walked. The concerned blonde instantly noticed the bright red hue that emitted off of Hinata's face, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Hinata's raging thoughts came to a halt in an instant, and she whipped her head toward Ino.
She gave Ino an uneasy smile, one that led Ino to frown at the sight.
The blonde schoolgirl waved her hand dismissively, "Oh, don't pay any mind to those delinquent scum. You are worth more than what a bunch of thirty-year-olds still in high school have to say."
Both Hinata and Ino shared a giggle at that.
Hinata shook her head, her dark blue hair following, "I-It's not that." She mumbled, skimming her brain for a lie, "It's just I-I don't like bullies. Th-They make me so angry." She sighed as she spoke, the response she provided not entirely untrue. She genuinely disliked bullies, but for some peculiar reason, Naruto seemed to be an exception.
Ino let out a sigh too, and a nod, "Yeah, I know, but just remember," She began, nudging Hinata with her shoulder, "behind every bully is just a hurt little kid whose love has never been reciprocated. Bullies aren't so scary when you think of it in that sense."
"Wait, wh-what?" Hinata gasped, her heart skipping a beat.
All time seemed to stop for Hinata as Ino's voice and words repeated like a mantra in her head.
"Yeah, I know, but just remember, behind every bully is just a hurt little kid whose love has never been reciprocated. Bullies aren't so scary when you think of it in that sense."
It was as if a light bulb suddenly illuminated in Hinata's mind, as though a new set of lenses had been placed over her eyes, offering a new perspective of her painful school life, bullies, and, most notably...
Naruto.
It was as if the pieces of a complicated puzzle were coming together, revealing a more intricate picture.
Hinata's thoughts began to race and she began to see Naruto in a different light.
Within Hinata's mind, the facade of Naruto's bravado seemed to crumble in that very moment, unveiling a vulnerability beneath the bad boy's typical tough persona and highly unfavorable reputation.
His actions, which were once intimidating, and aggressive, now seemed to be the outward manifestations of someone who had experienced a considerable amount of pain.
The name-calling, the commands, the embarrassing tasks Naruto had subjected her to, and the continual insistence on having her by his side, catering to his needs and desires, now appeared more like a desperate cry for recognition or even a human connection.
Naruto has always been incredibly scary, a formidable presence Hinata believed she could never confront or evade. She had always perceived cruelty and apathy as an inherent part of Naruto, defining his inner self and his character.
However, what Ino revealed has completely changed her perspective.
In reality, there's something bigger.
Naruto's actions, throughout this time, were essentially masked by unexpressed emotions directed toward the world and, more specifically, toward her.
Hinata breathed shakily.
'Is Naruto that hurt kid Ino's referring to?' She pondered, 'A child whose love has never been reciprocated? Is that why…?'
In that moment, all the anger that Hinata had felt before softened, and the fear she once harbored faded away, giving way to a new layer of understanding.
It was at that very moment that Hinata found herself contemplating the intricacies beneath Naruto's tough exterior, questioning whether there was more to him than met the eye.
She nibbled on her lip, her crazy plan from before resurfacing.
She was just about to find out.
Hinata didn't know what had come over her.
It felt as though her body had a mind of its own in that moment, responding to the profound resonance of Ino's words. A newfound confidence surged through her, a sensation she had never felt before in her entire life.
The newfound assurance she felt replaced self-doubt with strength, allowing her to stand taller and courageously face the world.
Face Naruto.
Hinata huffed.
Almost instinctively, she turned back to Ino, compelled by an internal force that seemed to override any hesitation or uncertainty she might have had.
The dark blue-haired schoolgirl smiled, a sincere smile, "Thank you, Ino-chan. I really, really needed to hear that." With those words, Hinata slid her bento box into Ino's hands, placing it on top of her own to free her hands.
At that moment, Hinata walked away, breaking from her friends, an action that instantly caught their attention.
Ino gasped in surprise, now holding both Hinata and her own bento box, "Hinata-chan, h-hey! Where are you going?"
Hinata didn't answer; instead, she stormed off, toward a destination her friends least expected—the delinquents' area.
In a state of panicked frenzy, her friends hurriedly followed her as the dark blue-haired schoolgirl advanced with determination, her gaze unwavering and her intentions unmistakable.
Hinata's skirt and tie swayed in the steady wind, back and forth, and her hands were clenched in fists at her waist. Her steps resembled forceful stomps against the pavement and grass, her tennis shoes seemingly shaking the earth with every stride.
Meanwhile, her friends called out to her, desperately trying to make her rethink whatever thoughts were on her mind, whatever plans she had made.
"Hinata-chan, what are you doing? What’s gotten into you!!" Temari questioned in a panic, concern etched across her face.
Sakura panicked, "Oh my kami!! She isn’t doing what I think she's doing is she?"
TenTen screeched, "No, no, no! This isn't a good idea!"
However, Hinata remained resolute, determined to confront Naruto, once and for all.
Her lavender eyes fixated on him as she finally approached his territory, the scent of cigarette smoke instantly smacking her right in the senses like a powerful punch.
Naruto, now no longer perched atop the lunch bench, occupied the wooden plank that lay there, his back against the surface, legs spread wide.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, casually puffing on it as he engaged in conversation with his fellow delinquents.
Unaware of Hinata's emerging presence, she approached like a force of nature, like a raging fucking bull who's spotted red.
"Hey!"
Naruto's entire body jolted at the intrusion of the new voice, abruptly interrupting his ongoing conversation.
He recognized it instantly; he knew that voice anywhere.
His pet.
However, her voice sounded different this time around; there was something unfamiliar about it.
It was angry, bold, feisty.
Naruto halted mid-sentence in his conversation, swiveling his head toward the source of the interruption.
To his utter astonishment, his little plaything was actually there, and not a figment of his fucked up imagination.
Hinata stood before him in his territory, lavender eyes narrowed, exuding a fiery intensity that both made his dick hard and his curiosity pique through the motherfucking roof.
Naruto chuckled dryly. 'Ahh, now what’s this?' He questioned in amusement, flicking his cigarette between his fingers, causing sparks to fly.
A palpable tension descended, noticeable to the other group of delinquents, who promptly put an end to their own conversations.
All eyes turned toward Hinata, examining every aspect of her presence.
She sensed the weight of the delinquents' collective gaze immediately, an intense scrutiny that seemed to press on her like a heavy weight, making her acutely aware of the spotlight she now occupied in the courtyard.
At that moment, Hinata's friends rushed over, panting as they positioned themselves behind her. Their eyes widened, and they covered their mouths in sheer disbelief, their expressions a mix of concern for their friend and confusion about what Hinata was possibly thinking.
Naruto arched one blonde eyebrow as Hinata loomed over him, meeting his gaze with a defiant stare.
Blue clashed with lavender, but this time, Naruto observed that Hinata didn't avert her eyes.
At that moment, she didn't bow her head in submission against the intensity of his stare, nor did she stutter out an apology for meeting his gaze head-on, like she usually does.
No.
Hinata only stared, deep into his soul.
The other delinquents exchanged glances, muttering curses under their breath at the sight of her.
"Who the fuck is she?"
"Get lost, tramp."
Hinata scoffed, wrinkling her nose as she surveyed the men in front of her. However, her gaze primarily fixated on the spiky-haired blonde, who responded with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk across his whiskered face.
Naruto chuckled, extending his fingers to casually place his cigarette between his lips, "What is it, sweetheart? Ya here to take me up on my offer?" He spread his legs further, "Got a warm seat, right here, just for you." He added on with a nod down to his lap, giving his cigarette a puff.
However, it was those words that prompted his followers to erupt in laughter, yet Hinata remained undeterred. Disregarding their laughter and the pleas from her friends behind her, she pressed on, steadily advancing with her eyes fixed on Naruto.
She scoffed once more, "Tsk, you think you're big, tough men?" She spat, her disdain evident.
In a sudden and bold move, she stepped forward, extending her fingers to pluck the cigarette from Naruto's lips, instead slipping it between her own fingers.
A deadly hush swept throughout the entire courtyard at that very moment as everyone's attention shifted to the unfolding scene between Naruto and Hinata.
The delinquents, and even Hinata's friends, who had followed her in bewilderment, watched with bated breath.
Naruto's eyes narrowed dangerously at Hinata, a warning look that would've scared her shitless before. However, oddly enough, she remained unfazed; instead of fear, she felt only amusement.
Hinata let out a nonchalant hum before shockingly taking Naruto's cigarette and slipping it in between her own lips, two fingers holding it in place.
All eyes, including Naruto's, were fixated on her as she then, did the unexpected.
With bold defiance, she took a deep drag, the acrid tang of the cigarette smoke instantly filling her lungs, filling her senses.
For the very first time.
The tip of the cigarette glowed brightly as Hinata inhaled, transforming into a vibrant orange.
The sensation that flooded her nostrils, her lungs, was harsh, unfamiliar, and she tried her best not to cough or burst into tears.
How Naruto could constantly indulge in cigarettes 24/7 was beyond her comprehension. To her, they were nothing more than sticks of death.
But that didn't matter.
Hinata fought back her tears, remaining composed.
Daringly leaning forward, Hinata plucked the cigarette from her lips and escalated the moment further, by blowing the smoke straight into Naruto's face.
The gray smoke curled and danced in the air before enveloping his face and senses, a subtle but audacious challenge.
A collective, audible gasp echoed through the entire courtyard of Konoha Academy at that very moment.
Every student, including the delinquents, watched in disbelief as the typically reserved schoolgirl stood her ground against the leader of the delinquents—the feared one, the one whom nobody would dare challenge.
But she did.
And Naruto loved it.
The smoke Hinata blew wafted towards Naruto, but instead of recoiling or showing signs of discomfort, he responded with a smirk.
It was a reaction that defied expectations—rather than being offended or angered, Naruto seemed to revel in Hinata's audacity.
A low moan of pleasure escaped his lips, a surprising acknowledgment of admiration for Hinata's unexpected feistiness.
He stared her down, with that very same glint in his eyes, the same one he would give her when she's bent over before him, and he was just about to plunge balls deep inside her pussy.
Raw. Feral. Beasty.
Hinata glared, a defiant glare, leaning over to extinguish Naruto's cigarette on the bench's surface, just beside his extended arms. She then tossed the bud-out cigarette down at his feet, observing as his icy blue eyes grew even darker, yet that smirk never faded.
She huffed, "You're all nothing but frauds, useless riff-raff. I don't buy your little act any longer."
Hinata's words hung in the air, her typically soft voice replaced by one that was no longer hushed but loud and proud, resonating with newfound confidence.
The shift was palpable, as if a dormant strength had awakened inside, reverberating across the entire space.
In a bold declaration, Hinata confronted the delinquents, including Naruto, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
The air was filled with anticipation as everyone awaited the unfolding repercussions of her defiant words, tension hanging like a heavy cloud over the courtyard.
The expressions on the faces of those present mirrored a mix of shock, curiosity, and, in some cases, a hint of unease.
Nevertheless, Hinata remained undeterred, pressing forward with determination.
She shrugged her shoulders, fixing her lavender eyes on all the delinquents, "You might think you're tough, but I see through your pitiful attempts to gain respect through intimidation, throwing around your misguided aggression. It's time you stop acting like babies," She declared, zeroing her attention back on Naruto, meeting his heated gaze, "and grow up and face reality," She roared.
"All of you!" She spat, her voice dripping with venom.
Hinata stood tall and unyielding, almost challenging them to prove her wrong.
At that moment, she disregarded Naruto's forbiddance to speak to him in public.
She paid no mind to the potential anger he might harbor for her defiance or the repercussions that could ensue from challenging him so openly.
None of that mattered to her.
Her sole focus was on holding her ground and, for once, confronting a bully in her life, standing up for herself.
The courtyard hung in suspense the whole while, awaiting the response from both Naruto and the bewildered delinquents.
However, none came.
Naruto just stared at her, his icy blue eyes eerily unwavering. He didn't blink, he didn't breathe—it was as if the blonde had become completely frozen.
But such a reaction wasn't one of shock; it was one of pure indignation.
The blonde was pissed.
His breaths quickened, accelerating with every passing moment, as Hinata maintained her unyielding gaze.
The audacity of her previous words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable contributing to the escalating tension between them.
The flames of his anger intensified, emanating from his body, creating an aura of simmering fury.
But he grew even angrier when Hinata's friends and a few other students in the courtyard erupted into cheers. They rallied up Hinata like she was a hero, a symbol of defiance against the status quo.
The cheers echoed through the air, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that hung before, fueling the escalating confrontation between Naruto and Hinata.
Hinata hummed in satisfaction as she observed the delinquents, taking note of the angered mumbles and groans that erupted among them.
The disapproval among the delinquents was evident, and they voiced their dissent with outspoken outbursts in response.
"What the fuck?"
"Who the fuck does goody toe shoes think she is?"
"She deserves a beating for looking down on us!"
"Hey Naruto, ya gonna let her get away with saying that shit?"
Murmurs and exclamations swirled through the air as the delinquents expressed their collective frustration and disdain. Some even reached out to pat Naruto's shoulder, causing him to sway, encouraging him to speak up.
However, the blonde sat frozen, unaffected by his followers' gestures encouraging him to respond.
No.
His intense gaze only remained fixed on Hinata, a stare that was beginning to have a profound effect on her.
His icy stare was really beginning to creep her out.
Hinata sensed her confidence diminishing in the face of Naruto's reaction. Chills crept over her, tightening their grip and robbing her of her confidence altogether.
She could not begin to imagine what was currently swirling in his head at this very moment, and, to be honest, she had no interest in finding out.
Hinata felt a gulp slide down her throat as Naruto emitted a deep, dark hum, followed by the distinctive click of his tongue in contemplation.
It was at that moment it dawned on her that he was most likely scheming a punishment for her—one that would surely make her regret daring to challenge him in the public eye, in front of all of Konoha Academy.
With that in mind, Hinata quickly decided to make her exit.
She shrugged, turning away. "Hmph, th-that's what I thought."
But it was at that moment, upon turning, she suddenly felt a large hand reach forward and grab her wrist in a vice-like grip, yanking her back with a force that made her breath hitch.
"H-Hey!"
A dark chuckle abruptly interrupted her startled exclamation, and the previous silence that enveloped the courtyard returned, almost as if it had never left.
Hinata could no longer move, could no longer take a step forward.
She whipped her head back in surprise only to find Naruto's body extended forward, hand stretched out where he held her wrist in his grasp, stopping her in her tracks.
The darkness, the anger, and the disappointment that swirled in his blue eyes were evident now, and it was that sight that officially robbed all of the courage in Hinata's body.
She began to panic.
She whimpered, rushing her hand down to desperately claw his hand away from her wrist, pulling and tugging at his fingers to perhaps peel him off. But he remained.
"Stop it! L-Let go!"
Hinata's friends gasped in response, rushing forward for her aid.
"Hey, let her go!"
"Unhand her!"
Naruto didn’t.
He, in fact, tightened his hold on Hinata's petite wrist, threatening to crush it. She whined and wiggled, attempting to pull her body away from him.
"No," Naruto breathed, shaking his head. The emergence of his voice instantly silenced the delinquents' complaints, capturing their attention once again.
Naruto tilted his head menacingly, causing his spiky blonde bangs to fall, "Where do you think you're going so fast, huh?" He began, a dark grin spreading across his whiskered face.
"You went through all this trouble to get my attention, sweetheart, and now," Naruto scoffed, "you've got it. So I say, stay." He demanded with a chuckle, his fellow delinquents joining in with a chorus of laughter.
Naruto took the time to scrutinize Hinata's slender form, inspecting her from head to toe.
He sneered, "No one's ever dared to challenge me before. I must admit, I'm impressed." He boasted with a laugh that shattered the remaining bits of celebration in the courtyard, leaving everyone frozen in shock, unable to believe what was unfolding.
Hinata whimpered louder, once again attempting to yank away from Naruto's grip, twisting her arm left and right. But her movements only brought her discomfort, a sharp pain jolting through her arm.
She cried out, "Please, let me go. Y-You're h-hurting m-"
Naruto clicked his tongue, tightening his grip on her wrist, "You talk a big game for a petite little thing. That's brave, and I'd say bravery is enough to earn you a nice reward." The blonde delinquent insisted with a snort, eliciting another round of deep, husky laughter from his followers that rang in Hinata's ears.
"How about.. I give you a front-row seat to witness just how tough I can really be?" He declared, loud and proud, riling up his delinquent buddies.
Hinata gasped in fear as she watched Naruto lean in, his voice lowering to a hushed, taunting whisper that only she could hear.
But what he said next officially scared Hinata shitless, leaving her regretting ever challenging Naruto in the first place.
"Stay, pet , and let us both show everyone just how much you can handle."
It was at that moment…
With those words, Hinata found herself entrapped in Naruto's piercing gaze, her breath quickening into hyperventilation.
Frozen and trembling, she remained still under the blonde male's mere gaze, flooded with a rush of memories—vivid memories of the filthy explicit acts they engaged in together behind closed doors.
In that moment, Hinata found herself once again reduced to nothing more than a submissive whore, put back in her place by the power of Naruto's words, his touch, his gaze.
Their secret encounters.
The rough sex.
The punishments.
Naruto's husky demands.
It all came rushing back to her like a torrent, a flood of memories overwhelming her senses.
Recollections of moments where she's bent over, pounded to tears by Naruto's cock, flooded her mind.
She remembered instances where she was gripped down by the throat, and fingered to the point of feeling as though she was going to die.
Repeatedly pushed beyond her limits, each time she remembered Naruto would shower her with a dark smirk as he skillfully targeted the exact spots that induced her to climax at his command, stripping away the control she had over her own body.
She recalled the torment of excessive pleasure, how she begged for respite, growing fearful of Naruto's mere fingers as they drove her to a point where she thought she couldn't cum anymore; left twitching like a madwoman, submerged in a pool of her own juices.
Hinata vividly recalled the occasions when she was tossed over his lap, her tush smacked till rosy red, bearing his handprints as a stark reminder of the consequences if she dared to step out of line or defy him.
She even recalled the multiple, MULTIPLE times he's fucked her so hard, abusing all her holes, where she was left hobbling around the school for days, stuttering over her every word, her throat sore and scratchy for weeks.
Completely messed up.
Hinata nearly burst into tears at that very moment, the weight of her actions crashing down on her as she realized the extent of what she had just done.
Her breathing surged to alarming levels; she felt like she was having a heart attack.
'Oh kami, what have I done? What have I done!!' Hinata practically screamed in her head.
She couldn't comprehend her actions, couldn't believe the words that just came out of her mouth.
In an instant, she regressed to the girl she used to be–shy, reserved, fearful–someone who wouldn't dare challenge Naruto, let alone in front of everyone!
Hinata wanted to die in that moment, to be swallowed up by the floor and never be seen again.
Among all the bullies she could have confronted in her life, why did she choose Naruto? Has she gone insane?
Hinata was just about to apologize, ready to throw herself on the floor, bow her head, and beg Naruto for forgiveness, but she was stopped.
Not by something.
But by someone.
Suddenly, another hand shot out, seizing her arm with the same intensity as the fist that already held her.
Her body was thrust to the left, away from the darkened blue eyes that held her captive, and she soon found herself locking gazes with pools of brown.
A gasp escaped her as she realized it was Kiba.
Kiba, another delinquent, but of a lower rank than Naruto, now firmly gripped her arm from his seat beside Naruto on the bench.
He held her with a gleeful smile, the reddened triangles on his cheeks risen high, and his tousled brown hair framing his face messily.
He was the one who grabbed her, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Hinata's eyes widened as she focused on the newcomer, who emitted a hearty cackle from his lips, his laughter filling the air around them.
"Yeah! Let us all show you how tough we can-ugh!"
At that moment, it was as if a switch had flipped within Naruto.
In the blink of an eye, he released his hold on Hinata's wrist, quickly reaching out to forcefully detach Kiba's hand from her arm. The force he applied resulted in a sharp, painful ache to shoot through Hinata's arm and her body stumbled away with a whimper, freed from Kiba's grasp.
Naruto leaped up, fueled by an overwhelming surge of rage, turned his body, and swung his fist across Kiba's face with a powerful and precise blow.
The act of violence unfolded so suddenly, so fast, taking everyone by surprise, stunned gasps erupting from all over the courtyard.
Naruto's punch sliced through the air, a sharp crack resonating as his fist connected with Kiba's face. The force of the blow was damn near humbling alone, causing Kiba to reel backward, blood spattering from his mouth and nose as he struggled to maintain his balance.
The sickening thud of the punch sent shockwaves through the air, causing a chaotic scramble among the Konoha Academy students.
Even the typically unflinching delinquents, accustomed to such violence, found themselves caught off guard. They hastily rose from their seats in response to the sudden upheaval, expressing surprised outbursts directed at their leader.
"Ay yo!"
"What the fuck!"
"Naruto, chill dude!"
Naruto paid no attention to a single word, nor did he comply.
He snarled, emitting a guttural growl that rattled everyone nearby to the core. He extended his hand to seize Kiba by the collar, forcefully yanking the stunned male from his seat.
"Don't you touch her! Don't you ever fucking touch her!" Naruto yelled in a blood rage, his fiery blue eyes fixated, violently shaking Kiba, who was now spluttering apologies at this point.
"Gomen, Naruto! Gomen, I-I didn't know, shit!"
The brown-haired male expressed fear, apologizing over and over again, taken aback by Naruto's crazed fit, much different than his usual calm, and smooth demeanor.
Naruto was pissed. More than so.
He was pissed to the extent that Kiba was merely one apology away, one more uttered word, from triggering Naruto to have heads rolling throughout Konoha Academy's courtyard.
Naruto extended one tight fist, lifting him by the collar with the other hand. "I could give a rat's ass about your shitty apologies." He pulled him closer, staring deep into the brown-haired delinquent's eyes, "I need you to get this through your thick fucking head right now–touch her again," Naruto gestured with his finger, pointing directly at Hinata, freezing her in place.
"I swear to kami, I'll fucking kill your ass! Do you hear me, you mangy fucker?" Naruto bellowed once more. His eyes were ablaze with an unbridled fury that seemed to consume him, and his entire demeanor radiated a sense of madness.
He reiterated his menacing threats, each repetition more scarier than the last. His voice was now like a weapon, every word he shouted slicing through the air, dripping with visceral rage, leaving everyone in the vicinity in a state of petrified shock.
Hinata especially.
Her body trembled more violently than ever before as she witnessed the horrifying scene before her.
Naruto's gaze bore into Kiba with an intensity that seemed to scream: 'Kill, kill, kill.'
At that very moment, it appeared as though Naruto harbored a genuine desire to harm Kiba, solely for laying his hands on her.
It was a look from Naruto that Hinata never saw him reveal before.
It was a side of him she had never ever witnessed, and it frightened her.
Tears cascaded down Hinata's cheeks, marking the trails of her internal turmoil.
Naruto's thunderous voice, filled with profanity-laden threats, reverberated in her ears, leaving her shaking in her boots, wide-eyed and quivering.
The weight of guilt pressed upon her with full force, a heavy burden for the unintended consequences of her actions.
'This is all my fault; all my fault.' She thought to herself, more tears falling.
Amidst the turmoil, her friends quickly moved forward to assist her, recognizing that it was the right moment to get Hinata the hell out of dodge.
Ino, Sakura, TenTen, and Temari joined forces, creating a protective barrier around her.
Temari, with a firm yet comforting grip on Hinata's shoulders, reeled her gently back from the rowdied delinquents.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Temari whispered to Hinata, and she smiled faintly to catch Hinata nod shakily. It was then, that Hinata was guided away from the tumultuous scene, steering her through the crowd, passing all the piercing eyes.
As she walked forward, surrounded by the comfort of her friends, Hinata tried her best to block out the haunting echoes of Naruto's persistent shouts and the heavy burden of guilt that now gripped her heart.
She shook her head, arms instinctively wrapping around her trembling body.
She refused to look back, to face Naruto.
Instead, she allowed herself to be consumed by her thoughts, sinking deeper into the turmoil of what had transpired.
With each passing moment, her fear, guilt, and confusion increased more and more.
Her lips trembled.
What are you doing, Naruto-senpai?
●・○・●・○・●
As the lunch period came to an end, the once bustling hallways of Konoha Academy now stood completely vacant.
The distant murmur of student conversations dissolved into silence, shrouding the hallways in an eerie hush.
Hesitantly, Hinata exited her fourth-period class, marked proudly on the sign above: Oil Painting.
She took a step out with her professor’s permission, of course, still burdened by the emotional aftermath of the courtyard madness from before.
The vibrant ambiance of her oil painting class, normally brimming with laughter and fun activities, held little appeal to her following the distressing events she had experienced.
The very idea of engaging in an activity such as painting seemed very distant now.
Therefore, Hinata sought solace elsewhere.
Just for the time being.
She headed towards the girls' restroom, a haven where she could gather herself away from prying eyes, a quiet space to ease her mind and compose her thoughts.
The sterile tiles and dimmed lighting enveloped her as she entered the restroom, her refuge from the outside world. Within, she approached one of the mirrors before an available sink and simply stared at her own reflection.
Hinata frowned.
Her lavender eyes were bloodshot and weary.
Traces of tears still marked her face.
And her mind was in shambles, still in shambles because of...
Naruto.
Hinata released a deep sigh before extending her hand to turn on the tap, cupping her hands under the flow of cool water. She splashed the collected water on her face, letting the cool liquid cascade over her, the sounds of splishing, splashing, and rushing water filling the otherwise empty restroom.
Hinata turned off the tap afterward, procuring a few paper towels to gently pat her face dry.
Effectively, this managed to erase all the signs of distress imprinted on her face and in her mind, bringing back a semblance of calm to her features.
She sighed softly, looking herself over in the mirror once more.
"That's a little better." She whispered, finding solace in the subtle renewal of composure.
With that, she exited the restroom.
Once again, Hinata navigated the deserted corridors. The muted echoes of her tennis shoes resonated in the quiet, accompanying her journey back to her fourth-period class.
The empty hallways provided a momentary respite, allowing Hinata to collect her thoughts, unwittingly contemplating the recent events involving Naruto.
She wrapped her arms around her body, her gaze fixed on the ground as she walked.
Hinata just couldn't understand. She just couldn't.
The events that happened back at the courtyard lingered in her mind even now, with every step she took like a mantra, the memories of that time reverberating within her head.
She had challenged Naruto.
She still couldn't believe that she did it. It truly felt like a dream.
But she did.
Hinata took a stand against him for the first time in the handful of years she had known him and been labeled his "pet."
It was a stark departure from the submissive role she had played for so long, and the gravity of that change weighed heavily on her mind.
That was a big moment for her.
Hinata bit her lip.
Granted, despite her courageous efforts and remarkable turnaround, her plan did not unfold in her favor. Sadly.
Instead, it actually backfired, leaving her disappointed, frightened, and defeated, grappling with the repercussions of her actions.
The audacity of her actions echoed in her thoughts, each step back to her class accompanied by the weight of uncertainty and the lingering image of Naruto's enraged expression and his startling words.
"You talk a big game for a petite little thing. That's brave, and I'd say bravery is enough to earn you a nice reward."
She whimpered.
"How about.. I give you a front-row seat to witness just how tough I can be?”
Hinata clutched her body tighter.
"Stay, pet, and let us both show everyone just how much you can handle."
Naruto's menacing words echoed in Hinata's mind, sending shivers that nearly paralyzed her down her spine. She battled with her thoughts, frightened and unable to fathom that Naruto had actually said those things, whispered them to her in public.
He's gone mad; completely so.
It seemed as if Naruto had completely forsaken their deal of keeping their hidden relationship under wraps, and now, he was acting recklessly, completely out of control.
It appeared as if he didn't care at all if they were found out together, and the potential consequences weighed heavily on Hinata's mind.
Not only so, but the piercing eyes of the students back in the courtyard remained etched in her mind as well, like a permanent picture stained displaying a mix of emotions:
Shock.
Disgust.
Unease.
Contempt.
Those were the exact emotions Hinata knew everyone at Konoha Academy would feel if her secret of sleeping with Naruto, of being his lapdog, were to be revealed.
She would become a laughingstock, her reputation—or whatever was left of it—would plummet, her friends would likely shun her forever, and the way people perceived her would be forever tainted.
She would be subjected to relentless bullying, labeled a "whore" for the delinquents, seen as nothing but a disposable plaything to be used and discarded once done.
If that secret were exposed, Hinata's life would be reduced to nothing. All the efforts her father had invested in getting her to attend Konoha Academy would be in vain, solely because of her.
At this point, concealing the rumors and suspensions circulating Konoha Academy involving Naruto and her seemed impossible.
The entire situation has taken a complete turn for the worse, not only by her confrontation with Naruto but also because of the ruthless way he handled Kiba.
It exceeded anything Hinata had ever witnessed before.
Naruto punched him, yelled at him, and went completely berserk in front of everyone just because Kiba merely touched her, grabbed her arm more specifically.
It was terrifying.
Hinata had never seen Naruto in such a state.
The intense rage in his eyes made him, at that moment, look like a complete monster who was capable of murder, entirely unresponsive to anyone except Kiba.
His fixation on Kiba and the insistence that he should never touch her again transformed Naruto into a different person in an instant, leaving Hinata completely shaken up.
Such a sudden change frightened her to her core, and now, ever since the lunch period had ended, Hinata has been avoiding Naruto like the plague. Now, she felt scared to even confront him or run into him at any time.
Her eyes were peeled, and every time she spotted him in the halls, she made sure to shield her face, or run down an opposite hallway to hide, to keep from being seen by him.
She didn't want to see Naruto. Not after that.
Not after what happened.
Hinata whimpered, but her thoughts and the sound of her own distress were dismissed for she was abruptly brought back to reality by a noise. A strange noise.
She gasped, 'Wh-What is that?'
Suddenly, the silence that once filled the hallways was now replaced by distant sounds of groans and cries which reached her ears, with no problem.
The strange sounds grew louder with each step she took through the echoing halls.
The echoes, distorted by the architecture of the building, reverberated off the cold, unforgiving walls, each note lingering in the air.
The noise alone caused Hinata to stop dead in her tracks, her senses heightened, and her heart raced as an array of emotions washed over her.
Her breathing increased, eyes wide. 'Is that…'
Once again, her contemplation was disrupted by a sudden surge of cries and the resounding thud of a fist, now even more pronounced, erupting from an area just down the hall to the left.
The cries were sharp and desperate, and as she kept listening to them, she began to realize that they were cries of a man.
A male student.
Hinata gasped, her hand springing up to her mouth in shock. 'Someone's in trouble! Someone needs help!'
At that moment, Hinata's body just acted on instinct.
Without a second thought, her legs just started…moving, and she sprinted toward the source of distress driven by concern, curiosity, and an intense desire to help.
She followed the haunting cries and powerful thuds of fists echoing through the corridor, using the unusual sounds as a guide.
Hinata continued following the sounds until she reached the end of the hall and was just about to turn left when she heard familiar voices, and caught the sight of…
Brown hair and…
Blonde.
Hinata covered her mouth in an instant, suppressing any sound as she hid behind a wall, ensuring she remained unseen by the two individuals currently occupying the corridor.
She cautiously took a peek, a mistake that left her scared shitless by what, or rather, who, she saw.
It was Kiba and….
Her eyes widened, threatening to pop out of their sockets.
Naruto.
The source of the groans Hinata heard became perfectly clear as she surveyed the scene.
The once-white floors were now painted with smears and drops of Kiba's blood as he desperately scrambled away from the towering blonde, his bloody body pressed against the floor, arms striving to push himself forward.
Naruto scoffed, his eyes mirroring the madness of the madman he had become.
"You wanted to fuck her, was that it?"
Naruto trailed behind Kiba, his haori and headband fluttering in the breeze generated by his brisk pace.
The rhythmic thud of his boots echoed on the floor, each step drawing nearer to Kiba, who frantically scrambled away, desperately clawing at the ground.
Kiba shook his head, sputtering pleas, "Sh-Shit man, I-I didn’t know she was yours. Fuck Naruto, I-I didn’t know-"
"Oh so you did want to fuck her? You wanted to drive that sad, pitiful lump of flesh you call a dick between your legs into my fucking property, is that it?"
Kiba scrambled over on his back, shaking his head at the advancing blonde, who moved toward him like a terminator, his eyes dead set, fists battered and clenched, blood dripping from his knuckles to the ground, and lips locked in a deadly scowl.
Kiba shook his head pleadingly, thrusting his hands up to cover his face, "N-No! I-I would never do that! Not to your property! You know me!"
"Bullshit." Naruto emitted a growl through clenched teeth, the sound erupting from deep within his chest, resonating against the walls.
It was a noise that even Hinata recoiled from in shock, a tremor rushing through her body from her hiding spot.
She watched as Naruto shrugged his shoulders indifferently, clicking his tongue,
"You know what?" He sucked his teeth, staring down at Kiba with a dark glint in his eye, "That's fine, I'll teach you to stay the fuck away from what's mine."
With a swift motion, Naruto grabbed Kiba by the collar of his uniform, forcing him to his knees. Kiba cried out in fear, desperately trying to pry Naruto's arm away in an attempt to free himself.
But it was no use.
It was then, with Naruto holding him place, the blonde cocked his right fist back and sent it hurling across Kiba's face, to add to the numerous bruises that already marked it.
The impact was brutal, causing blood to spew from Kiba's mouth, staining his clothes.
But, it didn't end there.
Hinata witnessed in horror Naruto delivered punch after punch after punch across Kiba’s face, cocking his arm back and swinging his fist to strike the brown-haired male repeatedly.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
The impactful blows reverberated with resonant thuds throughout the entire hallway as Naruto's fist cracked Kiba's jaw, bruised his eyes, broke his nose, and subjected him to an unrelenting cycle of whimpering, crying out, and spitting up blood.
Hinata scrambled her hands up to cover her ears, tears rushing down her face as she watched helplessly as the poor student's face gradually grew more and more unrecognizable.
But Naruto never let up.
Despite Kiba's continuous pleas.
Despite the potential of the distressing sounds they made attracting someone's attention.
Despite pushing Kiba beyond his limits.
Despite the fact that Kiba was once his friend.
He kept going.
With every punch, Naruto's eyes darkened, and the sinister smile on his face became even more unhinged.
"Hinata."
Another punch.
"Is."
Another.
"Fucking."
Another.
"Mine."
At that moment, Naruto released Kiba, tossing him to the ground by his collar. He watched in glee as the brown-haired male crumpled with a thud, shedding more blood and spitting it onto the floor.
Naruto leaned forward, grinning, "Don’t you ever fucking forget that, shit. You ever do, I'll do worse than just give you a beating." He leaned in closer, "I'll go through with my promise to kill you, snuff out that insignificant life of yours, and I'll do it with a laugh."
He let out a laugh to prove his point, shrugging his shoulders, "Your fucking life means fuck all to me, honestly."
"Pl-pl-please, pl-please."
Naruto finished his onslaught with one more blow, rushing forward to deliver a drive-by kick across Kiba's face causing the brown-haired male his head to shoot back, his body to flop across the floor like a fish.
Naruto sneered, tilting his head down at the hyperventilating student, just surveying his work.
Kiba's eyes were now swollen, completely bulging out of his head. His sun-kissed complexion displayed bruises in varying colors of purple, blue, and red, blended with the lingering traces of oozing blood.
Groans and whimpers bellowed from his lips, blood trickling from the crevices, spilling from his nose. He clutched his face, crying and pleading, swaying in agony along the floor.
Naruto seethed at the scene, leaving his mark by hogging up a spitwad and spitting it onto the battered Kiba.
"Fucking pussy."
Cracking his neck, and adjusting his jacket, Naruto casually took a step over Kiba, treating the battered delinquent as if he were nothing, leaving him to weep and suffer alone on the floor after the brutal beating he endured.
The halls now only resonated with Kiba's sniffling cries and the echoing thuds of Naruto's boots as he walked away, eventually disappearing down the hall, unaware that Hinata had been watching the whole while.
Hinata stood petrified behind the concealment of the wall she used to hide, her body trembling uncontrollably at what she just witnessed.
"Oh my kami. Oh my kami!" Hinata whispered under her breath, the sheer horror of the scene lingering in her mind long after it ended.
She found herself trapped in a state of shock, struggling to grasp the reality of what had unfolded before her eyes.
The savagery of Naruto's actions stunned her, mercilessly beating someone who was once a friend. The expression on his face, the twisted smile as he inflicted harm on one of his own, added to the shock and disbelief she felt.
It was never supposed to happen, that fight.
Or more like beating.
The delinquents made a pact, a brotherhood commitment, never to inflict harm on each other, always treating one another like family, like brothers.
But, Naruto had crossed that line, and it was all because of her.
Tears shed down her face once more, a heavy weight of guilt settling on her shoulders,
"This is all my fault." She sobbed, shaking her head.
Every punch.
Every bruise.
Every drop of blood.
Kiba's beating.
It all happened because of her.
It happened because of her choice to confront Naruto, because of their hidden relationship, because of his…
Hinata lowered her head, her eyes widening as something dawned on her.
'Does Naruto see me as more than just his 'pet?' Has he potentially caught feelings for me?' She pondered, the range of possibilities seemingly endless. This newfound possessiveness, obsession, and outright madness over her was unfamiliar, completely unlike Naruto.
There was to be an explanation for it all; has to be!
Hinata let out a shaky sigh and peered once again from her hiding spot behind the wall, her gaze lingering on Kiba, who remained on the floor, battered and bruised.
She frowned.
Whatever it was, it would have to wait.
Because now...
'I need to help Kiba. Get him to the infirmary quickly.' She thought, a sense of duty propelling her into action. It was the least she could do. Kiba didn't deserve any of that.
Hinata was determined to make things right.
So, she emerged from behind the wall, her heart pounding as she rushed to Kiba's aid. She approached him with a gasp, his wounds more evident up close.
Her guilt only grew worse.
Gently, she helped him up, offering support as she placed one of his arms across the back of her neck.
Kiba, with his swollen and bruised eyes, managed to glance in her direction, gasping at the unexpected sight of her.
"H-Hinata-chan, wh-wha?" Kiba stammered, struggling to form coherent words.
Hinata silenced him with a gentle shake of her head, her lavender eyes reflecting a blend of determination and compassion.
"Please don't talk. You must get to the infirmary as soon as possible," She declared in a soft yet firm tone.
It was then, cradling Kiba, Hinata ventured down the hallway with determination to take him to Konoha Acedamy's infirmary so his severe injuries could be treated.
Hinata cradled Kiba's heavy and injured body with careful tenderness, their scrambling footsteps and the occasional groans from the brown-haired delinquent the only sounds emitted in the empty hallway.
With every step they took, Hinata could feel the heaviness in her chest only increase and increase.
Every step resonated with the weight of the burden she carried.
The physical strain mirrored the emotional turmoil she felt, not only in maintaining her hidden relationship with Naruto but also in her quest to unravel the truth behind his unusual behavior—the truth he concealed about his genuine feelings toward her.
She whimpered, 'Your feelings run far deeper for me than I can even imagine, don't they, Naruto-senpai?' She thought in her head, her lavender eyes welling up with tears.
She quickly blinked them away, trying her best to stay on the task at hand.
She let out a grunt, maintaining a strong grip on Kiba despite the ache in her shoulders and his immense weight that threatened to bring her to the ground.
But, Hinata pressed onward, all the way, until she finally saw the sign that read:
Infirmary.
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DING!!!
The lingering ring of the last bell echoed through the halls of Konoha Academy.
As the clock ticked through fourth and fifth periods, the sixth-period bell now signaled the end of the school day.
Students scattered through the halls in a frenzy, delighted that the school day had come to an end and freedom was once again within their grasp.
Hinata, too, emerged from her sixth-period class, Literature, the very last class she had for the day.
'Yippee.' Hinata thought to herself, drained.
After the nightmarish day she had, all she desired now was to curl up in her bed and hide from the world. Hide from Naruto.
With a heavy sigh, she bid farewell to her friends, who cautioned her to be careful, imploring that she call them once she made it home.
Hinata responded with a nod and wave, the sound of their chatter gradually fading away as she stepped into the quiet halls, determined to make her way to her locker and then home.
The lively corridor overflowed with countless students, the halls silently witnessing the joyful conversations that merged into a harmonious blend of noise.
Hinata navigated through the crowd the best she could, surrounded by the vibrant energy of her peers, some heading home, others off to the library to study, participate in sports, or club gatherings after school.
Hinata, however, trudged wearily through the bustling halls, her exhaustion evident in every step. The weariness in her lavender eyes mirrored the strain of the awful day she had, filled with academic challenges and the burden of emotional turmoil.
Now, all she has to do is reach her locker, retrieve the rest of her belongings, and leave.
Only then, will this hellish day finally be over.
Hinata released a sigh of relief, blowing her bangs out of her face.
She propelled her weary legs forward, maneuvering through the crowd.
Throughout, however, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, with eyes seemingly tracking her from all angles, subjecting her to stares of both admiration and disdain from those around her.
Ever since the courtyard incident of her confronting Naruto, eyes followed her everywhere, in the halls and classrooms—some curious and amazed, while others conveyed disapproval with piercing glares.
But, despite the attention, Hinata remained focused on her plan, bowing her head to shield herself from the numerous stares and whispers.
She continued onward, only until she finally made it to her locker.
With a sense of urgency, she swiftly input the correct code into her locker's combination lock, opened it, and collected her belongings from within.
She simply stuffed everything into her backpack, her eyes scanning the halls, vigilant for a certain blue-eyed blonde-haired male who was most likely on his way to find her if she didn't hurry.
But Hinata was determined to get the hell out of dodge, aiming to be far away by the time Naruto seeks her out.
She bit her lip. 'If I can just quickly grab my belongings, leave, and head home, I would never run into him at all.' She thought to herself, and with that, she tossed her last folder into her backpack, zipped it closed, and swung it onto her backside.
Afterward, she closed her locker.
However, as she did so, her lavender eyes suddenly caught the familiar presence of a broad body towering over her to the left, casting a shadow that seemed to loom over her petite form.
A chill rushed down her spine, and she let out a gasp, turning her head only to be met with a pair of dark blue eyes—angry eyes.
All at once, her plan crumbled.
"N-Naruto-senpai!" With a startled screech, Hinata jerked back in shock upon discovering the blonde delinquent standing there—the very man she had been trying to avoid, ever since lunch period.
He had hidden himself behind the door of her locker, so she hadn't even seen him before.
She didn't even see when he crept up.
But now…
Naruto was there, before her, nonchalantly leaning against the neighboring lockers, arms crossed over his chest, over his fluttering haori.
He narrowed his eyes at her reaction, emitting a scoff, "Yeah, who the fuck else would it be?"
"I-I-"
"You have some fucking nerve." Naruto seethed through gritted teeth as he took a step forward, invading her personal space.
He loomed over her, his height towering. She was forced to tilt her head upward to meet his gaze, creating a stark contrast in their sizes.
Hinata felt so small in his presence. Now more than ever.
The spiky-haired blonde held her captive in his icy gaze, his breathing intense, seething, with his jaws clenched. His piercing blue eyes blazed with an anger so intense, fixating on her with a glare that promised trouble. Even his broad chest heaved with each breath he took.
He was pissed, it wasn't hard to see.
Hinata knew when Naruto was angry, it was never a good sign for her. Regardless of what got him worked up, her ass always paid the price.
But this type of anger was different, it was vengeful, anger directed squarely toward her.
She was caught.
And that means…
Hinata whimpered, her fleeting courage now a distant memory as she stared into the blonde's eyes. She observed with fear as those eyes grew increasingly intense, darkening with each passing second.
She gulped, shaking her head, trying to distract Naruto from the dark thoughts she knew were circling inside his head.
"Pl-Pl-ahh!"
Abruptly, he struck his hand out, a sudden movement that startled her, silencing her pleas and causing her entire body to react with a jump.
Her eyes tracked the motion as he slammed his hand against the lockers right before her.
There, he further cemented himself in her personal space, leaning his head closer to her.
It was then she saw that his knuckles were now concealed behind bandages, hiding the violence they recently inflicted, yet the bloodstains that were present spoke volumes—a silent reminder of the brutality she had witnessed him unleash.
Naruto growled "Don't. Fucking. Speak."
His nose wrinkled, "I think you've done enough of that." His blue eyes ran up and down her body within her uniform, taking in the way her legs trembled uncontrollably, petrified by his mere presence.
The blonde licked his lips, letting out a dark hum, "Yes, you've put me through so much fucking trouble today, so I hope you're ready for what's to come," He raised his head, "because you have hell to pay."
Hinata whimpered upon those words which seemed to penetrate her heart, no, soul.
Tears formed in her eyes in no time, once more the realization of her actions and the face of the consequences coming to meet her head-on.
Now more than ever, she wanted to drop to her knees, and beg Naruto for forgiveness, to happily resort to the submissive whore that he adores so much if it meant quelling his anger and resorting him back to just being her hot-headed, controlling senpai.
Her somewhat normal senpai.
But Hinata knew better than that.
She knew there was no escaping her punishment.
There was no escaping what was to come.
Not after what she did.
Not after what she said.
She's done the unthinkable, done the unforgivable, and has been caught.
So now, she's in for it.
Hinata was aware that Naruto had ample time to ponder her punishment, considering what he would do to make her regret ever crossing him again or stepping out of line.
She knew.
Hinata began to hyperventilate, her thoughts spiraling in a panic, 'Oh no. Oh kami no-!'
But her thoughts were interrupted as Hinata heard her senpai's voice once again—deep and coarse—alluding to something she knew all too well.
"Come on, bring your ass, and let's get this fucking over with."
With those words, Hinata found herself swept away as Naruto firmly grasped her wrist, guiding her through the dwindling crowd in the halls, where the number of students diminished.
Everything was a total blur.
One moment, she stood by her locker, and the next, she found herself thrust into an empty classroom, pinned against the wall, the sudden change leaving her disoriented.
She didn't even register the sound of the classroom door closing, nor the subsequent click as it locked behind her. The fact that Naruto tossed her backpack across the room to kami knows where also went unnoticed, with the only audible thud being that of her heart, occupying her senses entirely.
Hinata hyperventilated, shaking her head.
"Naruto-senpai, please, I-I can explain-"
"Shut the fuck up."
A muffled gasp escaped her lips as she felt a large hand suddenly slither around her throat, cutting off the air supply from her lungs. She was now further pinned against the wall, Naruto's hand holding her throat, her back pressed firmly against it.
Hinata's focus narrowed, and everything else seemed to fade away as Naruto's dark blue eyes, filled with disappointment and rage, bore deep into her own, penetrating her soul.
His chest pressed intimately against hers, their breaths mingling in the confined space.
His breath was so warm, the visible manifestation of his anger apparent with every exhale, heating her face like a furnace.
Naruto's towering body was so close that his spiky hair brushed against her cheeks, sending a tingling sensation through her body.
Hinata's eyes began to water, her head shaking once again up at the angered blonde.
She tried once again to speak.
"Please, senpai, j-just let me-ahh!"
Her words were once more stolen from her when she felt Naruto suddenly plunge one warm hand deep into the front of her skirt in one swift motion, slipping inside her panties to claim what was rightfully his, what had been denied from him all day.
He wasted no time inserting two thick fingers inside her, filling her pussy to the brim with a thrust that robbed her of her breath.
His fingers, intrusive objects she could never grow accustomed to, were big, thick appendages that seemed like weapons all on their own, skillfully wielded by their owner.
Now, once again, they were deep inside her, brushing against her cervix.
An immediate warm sensation erupted in the pit of Hinata's stomach, a flutter of sensation she knew all too well.
Naruto scowled, tilting his head menacingly before her, "You thought that you, a mere fucktoy, could just waltz in my territory, and challenge me," He growled, his warm breath now sweeping over her face, carrying both heat and a gentle gust that ruffled her bangs, causing her to flutter her eyes closed.
She could feel his fingers accelerating in speed inside her, slipping in and out of her opening like a drill, the motion controlled with a mere rock of his bandaged fist.
The motion of his hand delving into her panties created a subtle rustling sound, accompanied by the squelching of her own juices. Her lavender skirt swayed and danced against his knuckles, her legs trembling below.
But Hinata remained still, the hand around her throat ensuring so.
"Heh, you made me look like a fucking fool in front of everyone, and hah!" Naruto let out a crazed laugh, cutting his own words off, "and you just thought you could walk away without any consequences, huh?" Naruto's voice was laced with a dangerous edge, his lips curling into a malicious grin.
He leaned in closer, "Fuck no," He snarled.
"Don't worry, since it seems you've forgotten your place, I've got a special punishment in mind just for you."
The pleasure dial seemed to crank to its maximum at that moment, sending soul-crushing spasms coursing through the dark blue-haired schoolgirl's body.
Hinata rocked uncontrollably, trembling against the wall she was pinned against, resembling the throes of a seizure.
Her legs quivered and swayed, surrendering to her senpai's touch like a puppet on strings—hyper-responsive and completely at his mercy.
"N-Naruto-ooh!"
Naruto showed no restraint, just as he never did when doling out her punishments.
And this time was no different.
He gripped her throat firmly, engaging in the familiar act of fingering her, a routine they had repeated countless times before.
Naruto thrust two, and then three, fingers into her core, relishing the escalating volume of her screams with each additional intrusion.
He effortlessly slipped his fingers inside her pussy, navigating through her slickness and tight walls with practiced ease, driving his three fingers against the areas he knew could make her crumble in seconds.
Three fingers was all it took.
Naruto chuckled darkly, his voice enveloping her ears in a taunting tone, "Mmm, such a big mistake to defy me," Naruto sneered, "the only one who knows your body better than anyone, who knows precisely which buttons to push to bring you back under my control with a snap of my fingers, back to being my submissive bitch." He cackled, tilting his head with a wicked grin, expertly manipulating his fingers inside her.
Naruto hummed along with Hinata’s moans as his fingers slid against the velvety inner walls that he deemed familiar, inching ever closer to her sweet spot.
"Aww, how about there, eh?"
Hinata moaned in ecstasy, but those moans grew louder once he curled his fingers inside her, targeting her G-spot with relentless thrusts.
The effect on Hinata's fragile body was immediate. Her legs seemed to lose all feeling as she felt her body tumble, leading the hand around her throat to tighten its grasp, enveloping her in a world with no air, suffocating yet intoxicating.
Hinata couldn't deny it.
The pleasure surged through her, warmth spreading in her stomach, her pussy dripping wet now, staining her panties.
Deep within the recesses of her mind, she could feel her submissive side clawing its way back, secretly yearning to be pushed past her limits, to take the punishment promised by Naruto's fingers.
Despite the relentless temptation, Hinata resisted with all her might.
No matter how close she was pushed to the edge, no matter how incredible Naruto was making her feel, and no matter how secretly hot she thought he was when angry, she stood strong in her resistance.
But it didn't matter.
Naruto persisted, keeping his darkened gaze locked on her.
He sought to witness every expression of pleasure she revealed, every tear she shed, and every flutter of her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
He yearned to observe her unravel before him, to witness her transformation back into his submissive whore who desired nothing but the pleasure he provided.
Naruto desired to witness the moment when Hinata realized and was reminded that she was solely his pet, and nothing more.
He even increased the pressure around her neck, further contributing to her complete disorientation.
The amalgamation of pleasure and asphyxiation became increasingly intoxicating for Hinata. Her lavender eyes grew hazier and hazier as the pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her senses, intensifying the struggle to resist.
Intense pleasure bloomed within her core as his fingers penetrated her with such force that it felt like a visceral assault on her insides, causing her stomach to bulge.
Naruto's knuckles grazed against her panties with each outward thrust, his palm lying flat as he inserted his three fingers inside her, occasionally rubbing against her clitoris.
The overwhelming sensations struck her so suddenly, flooding her ears with the sounds of her own juices squelching, the cries and squeals escaping her, the constant slap of his palm against her puffy pussy, and the rustle of her panties.
Her moans escalated into desperation, her voice screaming out her senpai's name over and over again after every thrust she was given that zeroed in on her G-spot, inducing convulsions that drained her body of energy.
The intensity of Natuto's thrusts mirrored the anger inside him, pounding her pussy raw, and it overwhelmed her. All of it rushed at her so suddenly that she felt on the verge of climaxing already.
Moreover, the deeper his fingers plunged into her, she felt the urge to scream for more, to vocalize how good she felt, continuously battling against her submissive side that inevitably surrendered to Naruto, succumbing to the pleasure only he could deliver.
But not this time.
Hinata continued to fight the pleasure. And she fought it hard.
But Naruto cared less about the battle she was going through with his fingers. He went on.
The angered delinquent glared at her, his fallen blonde bangs casting a shadow over his dark blue eyes.
Naruto seethed, "Tsk, what gave you the idea that you can even talk to me anyway—in public? Do you think you can just do whatever the fuck you want, huh?" He roared.
"I give you that good dick, play with that pussy a bit, and then, oh, you feel on top of the world, is that it?" His voice emitted in a darkly melodic way, a twisted sound underscoring the unsettling nature of his words.
The spiky-haired blonde tilted his head, "Is that why you've gotten so bold? Or is it because you've lost your damn mind-?"
Hinata gasped at that, her eyes widening, "S-So you can t-talk to me, b-be near me, t-touch me in public, but I cannot simply t-t-talk to you?" She shook her head, frustration evident in her expression, "You're not being f-fair, Naruto-senpai."
Naruto's face scrunched up, clearly taken aback by her muffled response, "Fair? I can give two shits about being fair. You're supposed to do what I tell you, and if I say you can't speak to me in public, then that's what I expect you to follow-"
"What am I to you, Naruto-senpai?"
As soon as those words escaped Hinata's lips, it felt like time had come to a standstill, and Naruto froze.
His entire body seemed to shut down, the fingers inside her coming to a harsh halt, finally putting a stop to the intense wave of pleasure that was coursing through her.
Hinata observed a fleeting glimpse of something more in his eyes, but it was only for a moment. Just a moment.
Naruto narrowed his eyes at her, "Heh, what a funny question." He remarked with a dark snort. Leaning in, he shifted his hand from her throat to firmly cup her cheeks, causing her to whimper as she felt the pain from his rough grip.
He smirked, gazing into her glossy eyes, "Well, since it seems you've forgotten, allow me to remind you." He growled coldly, "You are merely an object of pleasure to me, a fucktoy that fulfills my needs and desires whenever I command. A pet, I deem my own, that shall entertain me as long as I will it. That's all you are and nothing more—"
"I s-saw you beat up that delinquent, Naruto-senpai."
She bit her lip, surprised at the abruptness of her own words, as she watched Naruto almost choke on his own, revealing an expression of shock she didn't expect him to disclose.
He shakily released his hold on her cheeks, catching a glimpse of his bloody bandages.
"K-Kiba-san-"
"Don't you dare say his name. I don't want to hear another man's name come out of your fucking mouth." Naruto growled gutturally, his response laced with a possessiveness that manifested all over his face, flickering within the intensity of his blue eyes.
His tanned features tightened, revealing a flash of raw emotion that hinted at the depth of his feelings. His true feelings.
And Hinata noticed.
"See!" She emphatically pointed out, her gaze challenging Naruto, "You're lying. There is something more, and you know it, senpai."
Naruto growled, the darkness in his eyes intensifying as he shot a fierce glare at her.
"Fuck. Off." He spat, his tone filled with frustration, a clear warning.
Hinata whimpered at the command, a command she knew Naruto was giving her to let it go, not to even tread further in the conversation.
She was pushing it, she knew, but she wanted to know the truth. She had to.
She won't let him push her away this time.
"No," Hinata shook her head, a defiant gesture that earned her a glare of deadly daggers from the blonde delinquent.
She reached up, gliding her hand along his raised arm, the one that had ventured into her skirt. With a gentle pull, she withdrew his hand from her panties, choosing to instead take it into her grasp.
To her surprise, Naruto allowed it.
She clasped his hand gently, running her thumb across his bloody bandages, feeling the bumpy texture of his knuckles beneath her touch.
"Naruto-senpai, what am I to you?" Hinata questioned once more, lifting her gaze to Naruto with glossy lavender eyes.
She observed how his eyes widened, repeatedly flickering down to her touch. He swallowed hard, shaking his head, the straps of his headband flapping rapidly behind him.
"I already t-told you, Hyuga."
"No," Hinata shook her head once more, "you have not." She sighed shakily, her lavender eyes searching Naruto's for answers, "I just want to understand, senpai," She began with a frown, the crease on her forehead deepening, a sight that caused the blonde male to gasp.
Hinata tilted her head, "You've always been so hard to read, senpai. For a while, I truly believed I was merely a plaything to you, that you didn't have a heart, that you were incapable of love." She shook her head, a genuine smile appearing on her face, "But lately, I've come to realize that isn't true. There's something else there, something you feel for me."
She let her words linger.
"For a while, I never even noticed, never even caught onto the signs," She pointed out, her frown deepening. She clutched his hand tighter, "Gomennasai, senpai. Gomen, for taking so long to notice."
Naruto sneered, "What the hell are you talking about? Notice what?"
"There's been a change," Hinata started, "one that even you can't hide, a change toward m-"
Naruto shook his head, swiftly cutting her off with a dismissive tone, "Change?" He scoffed at the mere thought, "Nothing's fucking changed. I'm still the same motherfucker. Don't be so naive."
Once again, he denied his feelings. And Hinata, anticipating his reaction, pressed on, determined to uncover the truth.
She frowned, her expression marked by a hint of concern, "No, Naruto-senpai, you're not the same. You've become possessive, obsessed even. I see it in the way you look at me, the way you talk to me, e-even the way you f-fuck me." She breathed shakily, "You have come to want me near you all the time," She remarked, a subtle pout forming.
"You've even gotten reckless, going near me in public, touching me intimately in front of everyone, starting fights, hurting people. Senpai," She shook her head, "you've broken the very rules you've set; you're losing control. I can see it in your eyes now—"
"Hyuga," Naruto growled, his voice cutting through her concerns, "You're giving me a headache. Stop overthinking shit." He shook his head, his blonde bangs swaying, "Quit making excuses to avoid your punishment. It aint gonna work-"
"You can deny it, Naruto-senpai," Hinata's soft voice persisted, cutting through his defensiveness, "You can yell, order me around, or even punish me, but none of that will cover up, "She reached forward, slipping her hand inside the area where his unbuttoned shirt revealed his bare chest, just underneath his pendant.
Hinata smiled at the blonde, "what the heart truly feels; what you truly feel," She emphasized.
As her palm connected with his skin, she could feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips, sensing the intense warmth radiating from his body and the subtle flex of his muscles beneath her hand.
Naruto's blue eyes widened, caught off guard by the warmth of her touch. His gaze flickered down to her hand on his exposed chest, where her fingers could feel his racing heart.
Hinata's smile deepened, the softness of her touch urging him to confront the feelings he'd been trying so hard to bury. So hard.
"Fuck," Naruto breathed, pressing his arms against the wall just beside her head, his bandaged hands sliding along the surface and effectively pinning her between his extended arms.
He shook his head, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He cursed over and over again. Each curse he muttered carried the weight of frustration, echoing in the dimmed classroom around them.
Naruto's breaths came out in ragged bursts, his shoulders tense as he bowed his head before her. The strands of his unruly blond hair fell forward, partially obscuring his face.
He clenched his fists beside her head, the visible tension in his muscles revealing the internal struggle he was desperately trying to contain.
At that very moment, Hinata could clearly sense the tempest of conflicting emotions swirling within Naruto.
The inner turmoil he grappled with was now clearly visible, etched across his face, and echoed in the undertones of his voice. The struggle to maintain his tough exterior, to resist the intensifying emotions he felt, was palpable.
It was a sight that resonated deeply with Hinata, pulling at the strings of her compassionate heart.
She tentatively lifted her hands, her fingertips tracing along his whiskered cheeks until they cradled his mighty face.
The touch carried a reassuring gentleness that seemed to soothe the turbulence within him. The cadence of his breath gradually found a rhythm, a calm settling in as a result of her tender touch alone.
Unbeknownst to Hinata, this simple gesture fulfilled a longing Naruto harbored in secret—a desire he had never dared to admit.
"Naruto-senpai," The midnight blue-haired girl whispered, her voice carrying empathy, "please, just let me in. Tell me. What has changed? What has-"
And in that moment, Naruto erupted. His admission surged out like a dam breaking, the words rushing forth with a force that caught even him by surprise.
"I have fucking feelings for you, damnit!"
There it was.
The truth.
The truth was finally out.
Abruptly, Naruto pushed himself away from Hinata, turning his back to her as if trying to shield himself from the big secret he had just exposed.
His haori swayed gracefully behind him, caught in the abrupt movement, as he concealed his face from Hinata. His shoulders tensed, accentuating the vulnerability he was trying to hide, leaving her incredibly stunned.
Hinata stood just where she was, offering Naruto the space to grapple with the tumult of emotions he felt—fear, uncertainty, and the raw vulnerability of finally baring his heart, shedding the hardened exterior he had hidden so long behind.
Hinata stood there, her hands frozen mid-air, her fingers still tingling from the warmth of Naruto's cheeks. His revelation hung in the air like a suspended breath, and she felt a storm of conflicting emotions because of it.
Disbelief, shock, and…
Relief.
Hinata's eyes widened. 'Naruto-senpai has feelings for me?'
Hinata suspected it.
She suspected that Naruto had feelings for her. But actually hearing that Naruto, out of all people, had feelings for her, left her completely speechless.
She stood there, trying to grasp Naruto's big secret.
The realization hit her hard—Naruto, the man who had once treated her with indifference and cruelty, who considered her nothing more than his plaything, had just confessed to having genuine feelings for her.
Hinata just couldn't believe it.
She didn't even know how to feel.
It was just too much for her to wrap her head around.
She found herself ensnared in her thoughts and emotions, unsure of how to process through it all. Her mind was spinning, stuck in a trance.
But her trance was abruptly broken by a deep sigh escaping Naruto after an extended moment of silence between them.
The sound snapped her attention back, and she lifted her head, fixing her gaze back onto him.
Naruto's shoulders trembled, and he brought one bandaged hand up to cover his eyes, maintaining his position with his back turned to her.
"I... Damn it, Hinata-chan," He muttered in frustration, his voice muffled by his hand, "I never wanted this. I never wanted to feel like this about anyone."
Hinata's eyes widened in shock, not just from his confession but also from the unexpected use of her first name. He had never addressed her so intimately before.
Never.
For the first time, Naruto had called her by her first name, not using "pet," "slut," or "submissive whore," and not even by her last name, "Hyuga."
The shock of hearing him utter "Hinata-chan" reverberated through her, his voice repeated in her head like a mantra. It was an unprecedented moment that left her grappling with the immense significance of the change in address, change in Naruto!
Her breath quicken, her heart increased in speed, and her lavender eyes teared up.
Naruto sighed once more, "I tried to fight it, to push you away. But I just couldn't. You became an itch I couldn't scratch, a constant ache I couldn't ignore," The blonde delinquent admitted, with a shake of his head.
"You drive me nuts, Hinata-chan—whether you're with me, with your friends, around other guys, or just away from me entirely. You fucking drive me crazy."
Naruto breathed shakily, dropping his hand to stare up at the ceiling, "I-I began to want to be around you all the time, and it scared the hell out of me. I hated myself for feeling that way, for breaking my own damn rules."
He turned his head over his shoulder, gazing back at her, "I once believed I cared about no one, and then suddenly…"
As he spoke those words, Naruto turned around, creeping closer to her. His hand, once covering his eyes, now moved to cup her cheek, treating her with a gentleness he had rarely shown.
"I started to care about you."
His blue eyes, usually darkened by cold indifference, now held a warmth as they welled up with unshed tears.
It was a sight that Hinata couldn't take her eyes off of, his words sending ripples through her heart—a moment she had only dreamed of.
Naruto smiled faintly, nodding his head, "You're right, I have been reckless, especially with you. I have done things, I shouldn't. I've said things to you, I regret. I have pushed you away, lied to you, forsaken you, ignored you. Fuck," He cursed, "I have treated you like shit, Hinata-chan."
He shook his head, staring deep into her eyes, the raw honesty in his words echoing in the space between them, "You deserve better. You deserve to be cherished, not fucked but made love to, to be adored instead of punished."
He paused, his blue eyes welling up, "I don't deserve to be your senpai. I don't deserve someone as amazing as you, someone who is generous and selfless, who wears her heart on her goddamn sleeve." He growled, "I don't deserve any of it. How can I when I don’t even know how to l-l-l-?"
He cursed in frustration, "Fuck!"
"Love? Is that what you wish to say, Naruto-senpai?"
Hinata's question lingered in the air, filled with a gentle warmth and understanding. As Naruto's hand rested on her face, she leaned into his touch, reciprocating by bringing her own hand to cup his, offering comfort to them both.
Naruto nodded, his blonde bangs shifting with the motion, "Yeah, l-l-love, but... I can't even say it, Hinata-chan. It's like... I don't even know what it is." He reprimanded himself softly, the frustration evident in his voice.
But at that moment, Hinata flashed a comforting smile, "Well, I can teach you, Naruto-senpai."
"Teach me?" Naruto trailed off, confused, "Teach me what?"
Hinata giggled, a playful warmth in her lavender eyes, as she rushed one hand forward to run it through his unruly bangs.
"How to love, silly!"
Hinata observed with amusement as Naruto's features contorted in shock and perplexity. His mouth hung agape in response to her words, and his eyes widened with disbelief.
"Wh-Why would you do that? Why would you want anything to do with me, after all the shit I put you through, after everything I said-?"
"Because, love is patient, Naruto-senpai." Hinata responded with a reassuring smile, "Love is unconditional, it doesn't judge."
Hinata bit her lip, "And, well, it's because I love you."
It was now Hinata's turn to profess her love, and she did it with a big, warm smile—one that made her eyes close a bit, radiating pure happiness across her face.
Naruto gawked at the sight, his heart skipping several beats at her confession. The shock set in, rendering him stunned beyond belief. He struggled to process Hinata's love declaration, unable to fathom that she loved him too, had loved him all this time.
After enduring doubt, insecurities, anger, and uncertainty, after countless late nights wondering if he'd ever be good enough for her, the realization hit him.
Hinata loved him back—somehow.
The weight of that truth sank in, leaving Naruto standing there, emotionally overwhelmed and grappling with the enormity of Hinata's feelings for him.
"N-Nani?" He breathed, the only response his bewildered brain could conjure.
Hinata giggled but nodded, "Yes, I have come to care for you deeply, and I'll always see you as my senpai, no matter what." She announced with a soft hum, "I know our relationship has been rough, and even confusing, b-b-but in the midst of it all—the midst of helping you, of always being there for you whenever you need me—I can't help the yearning to want to stay by your side. Not only to continue supporting you but also to prevent you from harming yourself and others, from being reckless," She declared selflessly, nodding her head toward his bandaged hands.
Naruto huffed in amusement.
Hinata giggled, "I want to continue to cater to your needs and desires, as long as you do the same for me."
She ran her fingers through his hair once more, a gentle caress this time, a soft smile playing on her lips, "You can open up to me now, Naruto-senpai. You don't have to push me away anymore." She whispered softly, "Show me what's hurting inside, show me the good, and the ugly parts of you, because that's what love is."
"It's a sacrifice, a risk." Hinata added, "Love is also meant to be given, to be put out, not kept in, my dear senpai."
A genuine smile spread across her face as she continued, "Now, we no longer have to hide from each other, not as we hide from the world. We can be honest with each other, trust each other, now and from this point onward."
Naruto's breath grew shaky, his heart moved by Hinata's words, her confession, her acceptance.
It's all he's ever wanted.
A single tear traced down his face, gliding along his whiskered cheek to his chin.
A swirl of emotions began to engulf Naruto.
Vulnerability.
Gratitude.
Relief.
Hinata's sincerity and the warmth of her affection touched him deeply. With a genuine smile gracing her lips and the soothing caress of her fingers through his hair, he discovered a comfort he had never felt before.
At that moment, a singular desire arose within him—more powerful than any other.
He wanted to kiss her.
"Oh Hinata-chan…" He breathed her name before guiding his face forward, his eyes set on her plump lips.
Hinata smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted.
Her eyes grew glossy, fluttering closed, "N-Naruto-senpai…" She breathed his name back, savoring the anticipation as Naruto guided his head down, closing the distance, and finally pressed his lips onto hers.
The very moment their lips touched, a completely different world unfolded before them, markedly distinct from their usual rough, messy kisses.
No, this world was different. Warm and true.
The two could practically feel their hearts racing in harmony, the uniqueness of the moment completely enveloping them.
Naruto and Hinata felt the tenderness of each other's lips, the passion behind the kiss transcending any previous encounters between them.
Naruto, usually dominating their many intimate moments, found a different kind of control in this particular kiss. It was different—intimate, passionate, and profound.
Hinata willingly allowed him to take the lead, to pour out his emotions and love in the most intimate way possible.
Their heads moved in unison, both yearning to deepen the kiss. They opened their mouths wide, allowing each other to explore their inner depths with their tongues, savoring the delight of one another's sopping wet touch.
Naruto lapped and played with Hinata’s tongue in a frenzy, loving how it followed his lead as if reading his mind.
Their saliva mingled, cascading from the cracks of their lips to stain their chins and fall to the floor.
It was a passionate exchange, a dance of tongues that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.
And they both loved it. Enjoyed it.
The two lost themselves in the kiss, savoring the connection they had discovered and established within one another.
Every moment, every moan, every lap of the tongue, felt like an eternity, a sweet indulgence they didn't want to end.
However, reality soon intruded, and the need for air compelled them to pull apart, a delicate string of saliva connecting them for a brief moment.
They were both out of breath, but they were out of breath together.
Naruto kept his hand gently cupping Hinata's cheek, his thumb stroking her skin as they exchanged hazy, content glances.
The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their shared breath and the lingering taste of their kiss on their tongues.
Naruto looked into Hinata's eyes, his gaze softening, "Hinata-chan, I... I don't know how to thank you. I never thought someone like me was deserving of love or should be shown so much kindness."
He paused briefly, but continued, "But I want to learn. I want to understand what love is, especially if you're willing to stay by my side and teach me."
The blonde delinquent nodded, confirming his wishes, "Yes, I will do it."
Hinata cooed in joy at Naruto's words—his willingness to accept her assistance, his openness to improvement, and his readiness to embrace the possibility of love, all for her sake.
It marked a complete transformation from the callous man he once was, a miraculous sight that brought tears to Hinata's eyes.
In response, she couldn't contain her happiness and she erupted in cheers, clapping her hands and jumping up and down, causing her skirt to sway.
Naruto chuckled, finding her reaction adorable, and it further confirmed that this was what he wished to do. He wanted to learn how to love Hinata and love her just the way she deserved. He wished to love her the right way, to love her well.
But…
Naruto sighed, his expression shifting, "But, that doesn't change the fact that I am still very angry with you, Hinata-chan." He scoffed, "Tsk, confronting me in front of everyone, making me look like a goddamn baka, now our secret just might be blown, damn it."
Hinata gasped, her cheers coming to an immediate halt.
She bowed her head before him, expressing her apologies, "Gomen, senpai, b-but if I hadn't done that, you wouldn't have confessed to me."
Naruto hummed, taking a moment to ponder her words, "Fine, whatever. That doesn't mean I'm thrilled about it. That's why I'm not apologizing for beating Kiba's ass."
His statement elicited a gasp from Hinata, and she promptly retaliated by slapping his arm.
"Naruto-senpai!"
Naruto chuckled, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes, "What? He laid hands on what's mine, and besides, he's a fucking pussy."
Hinata gasped yet again, taken back by his choice of words, "No, beating up Kiba-san-"
"What did I say about saying another man's name-?"
Hinata shot Naruto a glare, prompting a groan from him, "Fine, fine, I'll relax." Naruto grumbled, showing a hint of annoyance.
She hummed, "Beating up Kiba-san was not necessary, now I'm angry with you about that."
She had to stifle a giggle as she noticed Naruto visibly cringe upon hearing her mention Kiba's name, his body squirming awkwardly in front of her.
"Fucking hell, you said you'll teach me how to love, not how to be nice."
Hinata couldn't help but roll her eyes, "It’s not about being nice, it's-"
"Alright, alright, I'll behave. I'll do better," Naruto declared, with a shake of his head.
Hinata giggled at his response.
The spiky-haired blonde grinned, before his gaze shifted down to her skirt.
Naruto bit his lip, a naughty thought popping up in his head. As usual.
He clicked his tongue, "How about… I make it up to you now, you know…" He playfully wiggled his eyebrows. "Give it a shot at being better, hm?"
"E-Eh?" Hinata questioned.
She observed Naruto reinforcing his point by bending his knees before her, lowering himself to the ground.
He extended his bandaged hands to gently wrap around her bare thighs, his warm palms gliding up and down then in a gentle caress.
The textured fabric of his bandages provided a gentle, slightly coarse touch to her legs. The bandages, snug around his hands, added a unique and comforting friction against her soft skin, eliciting delightful shudders up Hinata's spine.
Hinata hummed in delight, peering down at Naruto. It was an unusual sight, with him kneeling beneath her, but it was one she was ready to get used to.
Naruto felt the same.
He peered up at her from below, just near the front of her skirt.
He smirked.
"How about we make it our mission now to quell both of our anger, hm?"
Hinata couldn't contain her teasing smile, especially as Naruto began to pepper kisses along her legs.
His lips trailed from her thighs, inching closer to the spot hidden by her skirt, moving ever closer to her sopping wet pussy.
"Mmm, come on, baby, your pussy's practically calling for me. Let me be more upfront with you, starting with that beautiful pussy of yours," Naruto hummed, "And after I get a taste, I can fuck you all around this classroom, give you exactly what you want." He fluttered his eyes up at her, that mischievous smirk remaining.
"What do you say, Hinata-chan?"
Hinata blushed red, her heartbeat increasing at the glorious proposal Naruto had given to her.
How could she possibly say no to that?
The midnight blue-haired girl giggled, running one hand through his blonde hair, "Al-Alright," She declared with a nod of agreement.
Then she reached down, grasping her skirt and lifting it for him, unveiling her intimate area in all its splendor, an area that belonged to him, and only him.
She smiled, giggling to witness Naruto's smile spread wider.
"Yes, I would love that very much, Naruto-senpai."
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Notes:
A.N.
I hope you enjoyed!
That's the end of this one shot!
I had so much fun writing this one-shot, it's insane! I am definitely coming back to this AU in the future. I can't even remember the last time I wrote a dark romance High School AU! I just love a possessive Naruto, I don't what it is about him. I just do, lmao.
You can definitely expect to see delinquent Naruto and shy schoolgirl Hinata again, maybe later on in the Kiss Me, Thrill Me smut collection. I just had so much fun with this AU.
Anywho, there's that. I had to tap back into my old ways with this one, haha. Pretty intense, pretty smutty, and a whole lot of forbidden romance, my kinda thang.
As always, don't forget to leave a comment and kudos, I still have a few one-shots for the event of Nmonth23 left to write, so you'll see me updating quite frequently.
I hope you're enjoying the holidays and taking care of yourselves!
See ya!
Chapter 27: ❦𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰❦
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In the cyberpunk world of Neo-Tokyo, Hinata, the feared bounty hunter, and Naruto, the elusive thief, engage in a game of cat and mouse.But it was no ordinary game.
It was a game of secrets, a game veiling a clandestine romance between them that culminates in a thrilling climax every single time.
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Notes:
Omg, you all! I have been soooo excited to upload this oneshot! Like, excited all month!
So I am over the MOON that I am finally uploading the cyberpunk one-shot I wrote for NHmonth23. I truly surprised myself with this one.
I never cared too much about cyberpunk themes. Yeah, I watched a few cyberpunk films and watched cyberpunk game playthroughs, but it was never my type of thing. But I always strive to write something different and out of my comfort zone, so I went for it. I did lots of research, looked around for inspiration,
and omg, what I came up with, truly blew ME away.I hope you all enjoy this one-shot just as much as I do.
I love this one-shot to death! I couldn't stop writing it, so as you know when that happens, you can already guess there are most likely multiple parts to this oneshot. And you guess right.
There are two parts to this one-shot. It's not as long as the previous one-shot I wrote for Nhmonth though. But it is pretty intense like the last one-shot, so mind the tags, and don't forget to leave a comment, and kudos!
Thank you so much for all of your support!! It means the world!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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In The Shadows Of Tomorrow
Neo-Tokyo, immersed in an orchestra of vibrant neon lights, was a pulsing metropolis teeming with life. The air hummed with the constant drone of hover cars, their sleek forms slicing through the night sky, leaving trails of shimmering light in their wake.
Skyscrapers towered above, adorned with holographic billboards that projected advertisements for tech-enhancements, and black market wares.
Cyborg enhancements, holographic displays, and augmented reality interfaces seamlessly integrated into the organic rhythm of the city, defining the aesthetic for the evolving hybrid species—part human, part cyber-robot.
In Neo-Tokyo, crime had become more than a mere undercurrent—it was an insidious force that pulsed through the city's veins.
The dazzling lights that painted the skyline masked a darker truth.
Narrow alleyways, all but forgotten by the watchful eye of authority, now harbored the illicit dealings of those who reveled in the shadows.
The underbelly of the city had become a breeding ground for those whose ambitions knew no bounds.
In this neon-lit labyrinth, fortunes were made and shattered in the blink of a cybernetic eye. It was a realm where the line between right and wrong blurred into a frenetic dance of survival and opportunism.
The promise of wealth, power, and infamy drove men and women to commit deeds that would make even the most hardened of souls shudder.
Neo-Tokyo was on the brink.
The ongoing battle against the infiltration of scumbags and criminals was a relentless challenge, requiring the city's most exceptional individuals to rise above the darkness and restore the city's soul.
Yes, only the crème de la crème will answer this call.
Perched on the edge of a skyscraper, Hinata surveyed the sprawling dystopia of Neo-Tokyo.
Her long, midnight-blue hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of ink, with a lengthy 3D braid as its centerpiece.
Each individual strand wove intricately into a sleek and sophisticated rope that trailed gracefully with her every nimble movement, a practical yet stylish choice for the skilled bounty hunter.
Her midnight blue-haired bangs, parted down the middle of her forehead, and framed her face, accompanying the sides of her head. They draped down across her eyes in a wavy fashion, forming beautiful curtains that fell elegantly to her chin, creating a sophisticated look that screamed "badass."
The 3D braid, carefully crafted, continued to drape down her back, gathering the rest of her hair in its embrace.
Overall, her hair provided a stark contrast to her high-tech armor and overall ensemble, bathed in shades of luminous purple. Part human, part machine, her limbs gleamed with sleek cybernetic enhancements, an affirmation of her formidable skill.
Her very being seemed to emanate a soft, pulsing glow, an otherworldly aura that set her apart from the throngs of cyber-humanity below.
Her lavender eyes, sharp and unyielding, swept ceaselessly across the city.
Hinata's presence carried a meticulously calculated intensity, her demeanor mirroring the unrelenting stare of a predator.
In the urban sprawl of Neo-Tokyo, Hinata's name was whispered in hushed tones, a legend in the shadows.
Known as the "Battle Angel," her reputation as a bounty hunter was unrivaled, instilling fear in even the most calloused criminals.
Her targets met their end swiftly and mercilessly by her hand, ripped apart, and slaughtered without so much as a blink of an eye. Afterward, she wears her target's blood on her body as a symbol of victory, auctioning their most valuable tech to the highest bidder.
Hinata was a force of nature, a harbinger of doom for those unlucky enough to find themselves in her crosshairs.
Yet, amidst all her triumphs, amidst all of the bounties she's acquired, there was one elusive figure who slipped through her fingers time and time again.
Her teeth clenched in frustration at the mere thought of his name.
Naruto.
Naruto Uzumaki.
The dexterous thief, Naruto, always displayed a unique blend of agility and wit, setting him apart as an unmatched figure among her myriad of bounties. He had a remarkable skill of effortlessly wriggling free from sticky situations with the precision of a weasel.
Reluctantly, Hinata had to acknowledge his skill, begrudgingly respecting the one who consistently slipped from her grasp.
For Hinata, it was not only frustrating but also a blow to her pride to return to her superiors without the Uzumaki thief's head, considering her formidable reputation.
Rolling her glowing lavender eyes, she swiftly dropped her hand to clutch her right hip.
Such mere recollections, without a doubt, filled her with a sense of detestation, inducing second-hand embarrassment from the mere thought of them all.
She shuddered.
Indeed, Naruto was a formidable adversary, perhaps even her rival—the very challenge she had long yearned for. His intelligence was evident in his ability to elude her grasp, leaving behind no trace, retreating to the shadows from whence he came.
Yet, it was a futile effort.
Hinata was willing to wager, particularly wager everything she fucking owned, that the sneaky little thief's luck was bound to run out sooner or later.
Naruto couldn't remain hidden for long, given Hinata's heightened senses, impressive tracking abilities, and her comprehensive knowledge of the city's every nook and cranny.
Once again, she had tracked him down.
An inevitable endeavor.
Gathering intel, she intercepted murmurs about a man fitting his expertise and pieced together his plans circulating in the city.
Hinata certainly did her homework, scouring every possible source for information on the elusive Uzumaki thief.
She even managed to precisely identify and piece together the likely location he was headed to at this very moment.
It seems Naruto had struck once again, this time making off with the prize, "Chrono Cipher."
This mysterious device, when activated, held the ability to decrypt even the most impervious digital locks and firewalls, making it a potent tool for those in pursuit of secret information—confidential information that could be wielded against even the most powerful.
But that's not all it can do.
The Chrono Cypher also possessed an advanced digitized hacking system that went beyond merely obtaining information.
With the device's intricate algorithms and unparalleled encryption-breaking capabilities, The Chrono Cipher could infiltrate and disable highly secure systems, including intricate networks, safeguarded databases, and even encrypted communication channels.
Hence, the device was a big deal. A very big deal, indeed.
Hinata's employer, a shadowy figure within the city's criminal underworld, had grown weary of Naruto's relentless escapades.
Their demand was clear and unwavering–capture Naruto Uzumaki, dead or alive, and the promised reward was hers for the taking.
With her sense of duty burning within, Hinata was determined to bring an end to the thief's reign of cunning escapes.
So with that, Hinata's resolve hardened, steeling herself for the impending showdown.
From her vantage point, she surveyed the bustling streets below, her radiant lavender eyes piercing through the night's shroud.
A devious smirk played on Hinata's lips, their plump contours curving in a manner that was surely unsettling.
"Now, where are you hiding, dorobō?" She murmured within the night's cool embrace, her gaze darting over the multitude of figures below.
The people of Neo-Tokyo moved in herds, like shadows in a chaotic dance. It was a sea of faces below, masses traveling to all spans of the city, each with their own purpose, their own secrets hidden beneath the neon glow.
Hinata squinted her eyes, the mass of people clustering together making it more challenging to pinpoint her target.
Naruto could be hiding anywhere.
Hinata tsked in frustration, swiftly opting to utilize one of her many cybernetic abilities to improve her chances of pinpointing Naruto's location.
Her gaze sharpened, employing her enhanced ocular abilities to meticulously scrutinize each person in the crowd.
"Byakugan." She breathed, triggering her cybernetic enhancements with a mere utterance. Veins extended from her eyes, her lavender retinas intensifying.
Now with her heightened vision engaged, she effortlessly pierced through the shadows, scrutinizing every figure in the vicinity. The diminutive details of each face were revealed to her, even the subtleness of movements was too.
The bustling crowd became a mosaic of distinct faces, each one potentially holding the key to finding Naruto.
Her gaze swept back and forth along the streets, her enhanced vision zoomed in, unerringly focusing on each face, every individual, all with one goal in mind.
Amidst the multitude of faces, however, one figure had come to draw Hinata's attention, shrouded beneath a dark cloak.
The figure transversed the street, blending into the crowd of hybrid cyber-humans, yet emanating an inexplicable aura that hinted at something familiar, tugging at Hinata's senses.
From her perch on the rooftops, Hinata's gaze remained fixed on the enigmatic figure, her eyes narrowed in scrutiny.
Suddenly, a gasp escaped her lips as she identified the unmistakable robotic whisker marks etched on the stranger's cheeks, his black, spiky hair peeking out from beneath the hood.
Her eyes widened.
There was no mistaking it.
It was him.
Naruto Uzumaki.
Hinata's lips, painted a deep crimson, stretched into a wide, satisfied grin as she zeroed in on her elusive target.
The revelation felt like a delectable breath of fresh air, settling deep in her chest.
Yes, finally.
A deep hum of relief rumbled from her throat as she kept her eye on him. Yet, a surge of amusement began to well up within her, spurred by the sight of Naruto's completely transformed appearance.
'Ahh, now what's this?' Hinata pointed out in her mind, tilting her head.
Gone was the boisterous, blonde-haired thief she'd pursued before.
In his place stood a new incarnation, cloaked in shadows, his once bright, blonde hair now a muted black. His demeanor exuded a calm and calculated confidence, a far cry from his former self.
He was like a ghost, slipping through the night, leaving no trace.
Hinata snickered.
The cyberwoman couldn't help but find it rather cute that her target, the elusive thief, thought changing his appearance would be enough to outsmart her.
It was a tactic meant to buy him some time, she knew.
But his belief that a simple change in appearance could outwit her both entertained and exasperated her, as it demonstrated his clear underestimation of her skills.
But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
She found him anyway.
With graceful stealth, Hinata moved, shadowing his every step from the rooftops, her unwavering lavender gaze fixed on him.
She moved swiftly, adept at staying both discreet and concealed within the shadows.
Her fingers reached forth, and tapped the earpiece in her right ear, initiating contact with her superiors through its communication chip.
"Target acquired," She reported, her voice steady, "Naruto Uzumaki is in my sights. Initiating pursuit."
A distorted woman's voice crackled through her earpiece in response, curtly acknowledging her directive.
"Very good. Now, ensure you don't disappoint me again, Angel."
The voice faded as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Hinata with a mix of determination and a trace of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.
Releasing a long exhale, she focused her gaze on her swiftly moving target once more, preparing herself.
Below, the city hummed on, unaware of the high-stakes game playing out above.
Through the neon-lit labyrinth of Neo-Tokyo, Naruto moved like a shadow, a master of misdirection and stealth.
He weaved with ease through the bustling crowd, blending in. The black cloak he wore merged with the darkness of the night and his now spiky black hair lay hidden beneath the hood.
He smirked, his senses alert. 'Ahh, you've found me, haven't you, Angel?'
Naruto could sense Hinata there; could feel the delightful thrill of the goosebumps emerging on the human flesh of his cyber robotic body.
He could feel the familial gaze of her glowing lavender eyes boring into the side of his head, from somewhere above, like a vengeful angel set to unleash her wrath upon him.
He knew Hinata was on his tail, relentless as always. He had to give her credit–she was good, perhaps the best bounty hunter he'd ever encountered.
His change in appearance was a calculated move, a bid to throw her off his trail. Yet, deep down, he knew it was only a matter of time before their paths would cross again.
Only a matter of time before she finds him once more.
Naruto couldn't ignore the temptation to push all boundaries, to dance on the precipice of danger, and tonight was no different.
With each calculated step, he delved deeper into the heart of the neon-lit labyrinth of Neo-Tokyo, every move a risk, every shadow a potential refuge.
The air crackled with tension as Naruto felt the weight of Hinata's unyielding determination, looming over him like an impending storm.
Her relentless pursuit only added to his amusement. The game they played, this ever-escalating dance of cat and mouse, had taken on a life of its own.
He relished every moment, while she longed for it to be brought to an end.
Hinata moved with swift precision, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, the echo of her cybernetic heels punctuating each landing.
Her gaze remained fixed, her braid billowing in the wind, as she maintained unwavering focus on her target.
From her vantage point above, Hinata tracked Naruto's every move with uncanny precision.
For her, this chase was more than just another mission; it was a statement, a declaration that no one could evade the Battle Angel forever.
Tonight, she was determined to bring an end to Naruto's spree of thievery, to ensure that his sneaky fingers would no longer take what didn't belong to him.
But little did she know, Naruto was one step ahead, a master of the game they played. He was keenly aware of her presence, lurking in the shadows, or more precisely, on the rooftops; observing his every move.
Just as Hinata knew her prey, Naruto knew the battlefield and those who stalked it.
He smirked.
As he maneuvered through the streets, hiding behind his hood, he couldn't suppress a surge of exhilaration and eager anticipation that coursed through him, a combination of emotions that were truly bound to get him in some really deep shit.
But he didn’t care.
He welcomed it.
He craved the chase.
With that, Naruto quickened his pace.
His steps grew more pronounced in no time, each one echoing his growing excitement.
He shifted from a stroll to a brisk stride, skillfully navigating the crowd and leaving them in his wake. His enhanced senses tingled with the awareness of Hinata's pursuit but he couldn't resist the thrill of their game.
The exhilaration of being chased by her, a game he relished, coursed through him like heroin.
He'd danced this dance with the Battle Angel time and time again, and in the end, he'd always emerged victorious.
This time will be no different.
Naruto was addicted, he must admit, and wanted nothing more than to witness just how far Hinata was willing to go; willing to play.
Determined to keep their thrilling game alive, Naruto gradually escalated his pace until it erupted into an all-out sprint.
Neo-Tokyo's sprawling streets unfolded before him like a vast racecourse, each flicker of neon casting dynamic shadows on the asphalt street. As Naruto dashed, his cloak billowed in the night breeze, a spectral companion trailing his swift movements.
He weaved through the labyrinthine city in a frenzy. Pedestrians darted out of his path, their startled faces, and sharp gasps, mere blurs in his peripheral vision and keen ears.
Naruto's heart raced, and a wild exhilaration surged through him as he moved forward, his footsteps drumming on the concrete.
Hinata, recognizing the change in Naruto's behavior, knew that he was baiting her, with his obvious plan of taking off in a sprint like an idiot, giving away his position.
But it didn't matter.
Hinata responded in kind, using her enhanced abilities to sprint, and jump across the rooftops with uncanny ease and speed.
With each leap and bound, she closed the gap between them, growing closer and closer.
She rolled her eyes as she stuck another landing—after sparing through the air like a canary—only to land firmly on the edge of another rooftop, her heels making imprints in the ground below her.
"You baka." She whispered, chastising her prey.
Naruto's black cloak whipped and fluttered like a dark phantom in the night as he ran, his hood emerging from his head and revealing his spiky black hair in all of its dark glory.
His mind raced, adrenaline coursing through his veins, fueling his decision-making. He knew he couldn't stay out in the open, not with Hinata hot on his tail.
He had to think of something and he had to do that shit fast.
His gaze darted around in a frenzy, cerulean eyes glowing as he assessed his surroundings, legs propelling him forward.
His cerulean eyes shifted to his left, where numerous narrow alleyways passed him, passageways that could potentially shake off the relentless Battle Angel.
He gasped.
There!
He could lose her.
Naruto smirked in triumph, "Hah!" He exclaimed and without a moment's hesitation, he veered off the main thoroughfare, leaving the bustling streets and weaving into a narrow alleyway.
His footsteps resonated in the dimly lit passage as he delved deeper, each calculated turn aimed at outmaneuvering his pursuer.
The rhythm of his heart drummed in his ears, sweat collecting on his brow, whisked away by the wind generated by his mad dash.
He ran like a maniac, with no potential designation. He turned corners, heading left and right interchangeably, exploring any available path until his escape plan ultimately hit a snag.
He arrived at a dead end.
His hopes were shattered upon encountering an imposing brick wall at the very end of the alley.
Frustration surged, and he practically slammed his body into the wall, a momentary lapse in judgment fueled by adrenaline.
Panting, hands pressed against the brick wall, Naruto let out a curse, cursing at his recklessness.
"Damnit," He whispered, shaking his head, his black bangs swaying.
Glancing up, he observed the towering skyscraper of bricks reaching into the sky, the rooftop out of reach.
He gritted his teeth, pushing himself away from the wall, contemplating his next move to rectify his mistake.
He considered retracing his steps, a quick turnaround down another alley before his pursuer caught up.
Naruto smirked at the thought, before pivoting to execute such a plan, only to be stopped dead in his tracks.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Simultaneously, the pronounced click of heels reverberated throughout the entire alleyway, each step causing Naruto's heart to race twice as fast.
His breathing escalated in sync with the rhythmic echoes, the approaching sound symbolizing his impending fucking doom.
His body, gripped by a sudden sense of dread, felt as if it were encased in ice.
Despite his mind urging him to move, every mechanical muscle, cybernetic part, and synthetic nerve appeared unresponsive, frozen in place by the looming threat of imminent danger.
The echoing click of heels resonated like a deathly melody, a realization that he was undoubtedly and thoroughly fucked.
He was in deep shit—in the shittiest of shit.
"Fuck." Naruto cursed once more.
A chilling giggle echoed in the dark alley, a glow of purple light only revealed through the darkness before Naruto's cerulean eyes.
It was the moment his relentless pursuer, the one who had been chasing his ass through Neo-Tokyo for years, finally unveiled herself in all her badass glory, her lengthy midnight blue braid swaying behind her.
"Well, well, it looks like our game has finally come to an end, huh, dorobō?"
The alleyway echoed with one final resounding thud of heels as Hinata halted her advance, positioning herself directly in front of her target, who was backed into the corner–akin to a little mouse finally caught by the cat.
Tilting her head at the sight of Naruto finally before her in the flesh, Hinata couldn't contain her excitement. A triumphant grin curled on her lips as she reveled in the satisfaction of finally capturing the elusive thief, her long-awaited bounty.
She inspected him, standing there, helpless just inches from the bricked wall of the alley, covered in a black cloak that hid his cyber-human body from her view.
Hinata observed the transformation in his hair, each strand now a deep, smooth black, brushing against his forehead, creating an edgy appearance. Surprisingly.
It was a sight unlike the usual Naruto she knew, and it intrigued Hinata.
The change in his look was stark and captivating, drawing her attention in ways she sure as hell hadn't expected.
Naruto also sported an orange chip design on his forehead, seamlessly integrated into his appearance. The intricate circuitry glowed with a faint neon hue, merging with his tan skin.
She, on the other hand, had her own cybernetic chip design, a shade of vibrant purple. Like Naruto's, it adorned her forehead as well, contributing to her enhanced allure.
Hinata bit her lip, her lavender eyes boring into Naruto's.
"I gotta say, you are very impressive, dorobō. Your ability to elude me for all these years has been nothing short of remarkable." She practically moaned.
She gave him a point with one finger, "It's truly exceptional. What you've done, stands unmatched, unlike anything my previous bounties have ever achieved."
Hinata nodded, "Yes, impressive, indeed." She repeated in awe.
Naruto couldn't help but smirk at the compliment, mischief glinting in his eyes.
He even moved forward to bow, "Well, what can I say, I'm a master at my craft. Besides." Naruto stood back up with a chuckle, "a guy's gotta have his tricks. Keeps things interesting, ya know?"
Hinata's lips twitched, a reluctant hint of amusement dancing across her face, "You've certainly managed to keep me on my toes, I'll give you that. And oh," Hinata exclaimed, "by the way, the little…" She pointed at his changed appearance, specifically his black spiky hair.
"switch-a rooney you pulled is a fucking joke."
"A joke?" Naruto shot back with an extensive smirk, seeing through her response.
He ran a hand through his ebony locks, biting his lip, "Aww, don't be like that. You can just admit to the both of us how much you adore my new look."
Hinata's pale cheeks burned red, but she quickly shut him down. She let out a frustrated growl, "Wha-no! Just shut up-"
"What's this? The infamous Battle Angel losing her cool because of little ol' me." Naruto pointed out teasingly, grinning ear to ear, "Aww, and I even made you blush. Heh, I never thought I could ever pull that off-"
"You're delusional," Hinata spat, hiding behind her bangs, "and stupid, and a waste of space."
"Aww, is that what I am?" Naruto playfully poked at Hinata, tilting his head, "A waste of space?"
Hinata nodded, her bangs tossing about.
The black-haired cyber male snorted, "Come on, now you're just hurting my feelings."
Teetering on his legs, he switched from side to side before the seething cyber woman, her glowing lavender eyes tracking him left and right.
Naruto chuckled, "I've done a lot for you, Angel."
"Done a lot for me?" Hinata scoffed, sneering, "What the hell are you talking about-?"
"I've given you a challenge," He started with a shrug, "provided you with more excitement than any other bounty you've ever pursued. I've taught you how to have real fun, cherish the hunt, our game, and I even…"
Naruto's tongue slid across his lips, his intense blue gaze moving downward to explore the killer contours of Hinata's cybernetic form.
He couldn't help but be entranced by the symphony of deadly elegance woven into her ensemble—a mesmerizing blend of futuristic allure.
Crafted from advanced polymers and nano-fibers, her suit possessed a liquid-like smoothness. Its metallic surface was adorned with intricate patterns that seamlessly merged cyberpunk aesthetics with cutting-edge technology.
Luminous purple hues outlined each curve, casting an ethereal glow that emphasized her cybernetically enhanced body.
The centerpiece, her armored corset, polished to perfection struck a balance between protection and style, reflecting the neon lights that encased Neo-Tokyo.
Edgy buckles and straps hugged her figure provocatively, revealing glimpses of her slender, toned body underneath.
Rather, the corset accentuated her voluptuous assets, the kinds that could make any man willingly surrender himself to meet his demise at her hands, relishing the pleasure of being slaughtered by her.
The armored fabric pushed her Double D-sized breasts upward, offering Naruto a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.
He licked his lips again.
Extending downward, the corset seamlessly connected with her lower armored pants, adorned with a sheath of strategically placed weapons, hidden around her waist and thighs in pockets.
Daggers.
Shurikens.
Kunai.
Hinata had it all.
The sharp edges of the weapons offered a great contrast against the smooth curves of her body as they dangled against her, creating a striking contrast that could not be overlooked.
Clad in long knee-high boots, outlined in a vibrant purple glow, emitted a soft hum with each move she made, creating an almost hypnotic trail through the air whenever she walked. A trademark she left behind.
Upon her backside, a sleek sheath cradled the "Quantum Blade."
This weapon was no ordinary blade.
It was a deadly and notorious weapon that echoed through the streets of Neo-Tokyo, celebrated for its precision and its ability to effortlessly cut through both human and machine flesh with just a single slice.
And of course…
The blade also gained its renown through whispered tales of adversaries underestimating its wielder's deadly artistry, echoing the reputation of...
The Battle Angel.
It was, in fact, a weapon Naruto always wanted to steal purely for its status as a sword sought after by every bounty hunter—a coveted prize that Hinata had rightfully claimed after defeating an infamous criminal swordsman in Neo-Tokyo.
Yes, Naruto has done his homework.
The intricacies of the sword matched the overall design of Hinata's ensemble, discreetly sheathed on her backside and ready for use at any given time she wanted.
Hinata, the Battle Angel, epitomized an unparalleled beauty that was formidable in every possible way—the lone presence in every man's fantasies.
She was a motherfucking cybernetic siren that utterly captivated Naruto, leaving him drooling.
He let out an appreciative sigh, thoroughly impressed, "Mmm, hell yeah." He nodded, "I've surely done my part in helping you maintain that killer physique of yours."
Hinata's lavender eyes widened at Naruto's unexpected flattery. She scoffed, placing a hand on her hip, attempting to conceal the emerging smirk on her face.
"Excuse me?"
Naruto chuckled, teasingly using his fingers to trace the contours of her figure. He kept up with the sway of his body as he did so.
"Oh yeah, all that running around the city, constantly hounding my ass, has definitely worked wonders. You've got that body looking plump and absolutely delicious. I mean, come on!" Naruto expressed with enthusiasm, his playful banter tinged with an unmistakable flirtatious tone.
He found himself unable to resist admiring Hinata. It was an impulse he couldn't control.
Never could.
Naruto gestured, outlining the curves of her hips through the air with his fingers, "Goddamn, I can practically see your ass from the front. Round, and curvy—all for m-"
In the blink of an eye, just as Naruto was speaking, Hinata unsheathed her sleek sword from the holder on her backside. The metallic whisper of the blade leaving its sheath echoed in the alleyway, a testament to the speed of her movement.
The sword, long and gleaming, was swiftly drawn forward, its edge pressing against Naruto's neck, rendering him silent.
Hinata's lavender eyes, now emanated a frigid, unforgiving gaze, devoid of any trace of amusement. The chilling intensity in her stare shut Naruto up instantly, her swift movements outpacing even the speed of light.
Hinata's eyes bored into his head strongly as she drove her sword deeper into Naruto's neck, eliciting a wince from the black-haired cybermale.
He raised his hands in a gesture of innocence, attempting to speak.
"Hey, hey-!"
"Shut the fuck up," Hinata breathed in a deadly low growl.
She pressed her lips together, seething, "You say another word, I will not hesitate to cut your fucking head off." She spat, a deadly threat that lingered in the air long after spoken, a promise that she was not afraid to coat the very walls behind him with his blood.
"Do you understand me, dorobō?" Fury fueled her words as she spat them out, and her anger only intensified at the sight of the baka in front of her, grinning as if he were enjoying himself.
Despite her sword's tip pressing into his neck, her threats, and the weight of her reputation hanging in the air, he maintained that infuriating grin.
Hinata observed Naruto chuckle and his daring move to pull his head further, allowing the sword's tip to pierce his skin. A sleek trail of blue blood began to flow from the fresh cut, sliding down his neck.
"Oh, I understand." He breathed in amusement.
"But what I don't understand is why the hesitation, Angel?" Naruto groaned, "What are you waiting for? Do it." He chuckled in a raspy whisper, tilting his head.
"Slaughter me. Cut my fucking head off."
At that very moment, their gaze locked in a long, lingering stare that seemed to suppress a subtle undercurrent of longing.
The unspoken exchange passed between them, a silent dialogue that escaped the notice of Hinata's superiors, who monitored every word and nuance of the moment through the discrete device concealed in her ear.
In the midst of the tension, a growing fear crept into Hinata that their true feelings could be laid bare, potentially jeopardizing their carefully concealed relationship.
Desperation flashed in her lavender eyes, prompting her to break out of character and mouth to Naruto…
"Please, stop."
It was a silent plea to avoid escalating the situation and revealing more than they could afford.
But her plea was denied, granted by a shake of the head by the stubborn bastard before her.
In response, Naruto mouthed back…
"I can't."
His expression carried the weight of reluctance, hinting at the complexity of emotions concealed beneath the surface of their forbidden love.
Hinata's breath turned shallow, her fast-beating heart impossible to conceal.
Despite her efforts to maintain composure and rein in the longing for Naruto that had been steadily building up inside her, she found it increasingly challenging.
She needed a moment.
Just a moment.
But Naruto made sure to save her hide.
He let out a chuckle, shaking his head, "Ya know, I enjoy our game, Angel. It has constantly been the highlight of my entire existence." He breathed, "It's provided me purpose and joy. It's single-handedly made living in this shithole worthwhile." Naruto admitted with a groan, a revelation that caused Hinata's eyes to widen and her heart to skip a beat.
"And I just wish that it would never come to an end-"
"But you don't get to decide." Hinata spat, through clenched teeth, the words seemingly spilling from her lips, "I have you now, and there's nowhere to run."
Naruto's eyes gleamed, a devious smirk tugging at his whiskered cheeks, "Heh, funny."
He snorted, "What makes you think I didn't just let you catch me, hmm? Maybe getting cornered in this alley was all part of my plan, eh-?"
"Bullshit." Hinata retorted. Her porcelain face displayed anger, but her eyes told a different story—relief, happiness, longing.
Exhaling deeply to regain composure, she suppressed her emotions, chaining them down.
With resolve, she pushed her sword further, aiming to press Naruto against the alley wall, pinning him in place.
The black-haired cyber-male grunted.
Hinata glared, "Enough fucking games."
She nodded down to his cloak, "I will say this once and I will say it only once. Return what you stole—the Chrono Cipher," She demanded. Tilting her head disdainfully, she added, "and save us all the trouble and just surrender. Maybe my superiors will consider a more lenient sentence for you."
Her voice, frigid as a data freeze, allowed no room for waffling or regret. Her gaze, a glare with the intensity to petrify, scanned him like a glitch in the system.
But, Naruto's playful demeanor didn't waver.
Oh no.
He chuckled once more, sliding one hand down to delve into his cloak. But his gaze remained fixed on Hinata, never wavering.
Naruto's mischievous grin broadened as he retrieved an item from beneath his cloak.
"Ahh, is this what you want?" He teased, holding the mysterious object out for her inspection.
Hinata's eyes narrowed, her senses honed for any sign of deception.
Keeping her sword directed at him, she moved to take the device from his extended palm.
But she gasped to find it was not the Chrono Cipher, but instead, it was some sort of "distraction" device. It gleamed in her hand, a sleek and deceptively simple piece of tech, designed to blind and disorient.
Before she could react, a burst of light exploded from the device, temporarily overwhelming her trained senses.
Hinata gritted her teeth, dropping the item on the ground.
She propelled back with a whimper, "Argh, damn you!" She screeched in discomfort, her vision obscured, her ears ringing.
But, Naruto was quick, taking advantage of the moment, slipping away like a wisp of smoke.
He maneuvered away from the lethal point of her sword and employed his cybernetic capabilities to swiftly pivot, climbing the very wall that he had pretended to imprison him.
Infusing cybernetic chakra into his boots, he leaped up, adhering to the wall and effortlessly climbing it, leaving Hinata in the dust.
"Sayonara, Angel! Thanks for the chat!" Naruto's laughter echoed through the alley, a celebratory cacophony that reverberated off the walls, ringing in Hinata's ears.
It took a moment for her to gain her composure.
But once the blinding effect began to subside, Hinata's focus sharpened, her resolve unwavering. Without hesitation, she surged forward, using her own chakra to thrust herself upon the brick wall, just as Naruto did.
She couldn't afford to let him slip through her fingers again. She can't!
But Naruto's agility was nothing short of remarkable. He moved like a phantom atop of the rooftops, his parkour skills on full display.
Across rooftops, down staircases, and along the city's walls, he left a trail of footprints smashed into the fabric of the very city within his wake.
His cloak billowed in the night wind as he executed flips, jumps, weaves, and sails, resembling a leaf caught in a ferocious wind—a display of the expertise that Hinata admired, allowing him to elude her clutches time and time again.
The night wind crashing against his face made him feel alive, invigorated by the rush of the chase.
Yes, this was the type of shit he was talking about!
The chase; it's what he takes pleasure in.
This was by far the most fun he'd ever had, sprinting at full speed in the wind, running away from Hinata—the hot, raging badass intent on tearing him to shreds.
Ahh yes, fun.
Naruto viewed the entire city as a playground, and he—the master of its labyrinthine streets.
He ran and ran, pushing himself to the limit.
Throughout it all, Hinata was in hot pursuit, her movements just as agile, her steps mirroring Naruto's with a determined grace.
She moved with purpose, her eyes fixed on her quarry just ahead of her.
She gritted her teeth, "Get back here, you bastard!" She screeched, a yell that was only met with another laugh of amusement from her target.
"Nah, that's no fun! Come catch me instead, Angel!"
Naruto continuously taunted her, hurling jesters that only intensified Hinata's fury, propelling her across the rooftops with greater speed.
"Come on, slow poke!"
"That's right, keep following me!"
"You don't wanna lose me again, now do you? Come on, keep up!"
Hinata growled, Naruto's countless infuriating taunts only fueling her determination to attack, to do everything in her power to halt him.
Reaching down to her thigh strap, her fingers adeptly delved in to retrieve a few shurikens.
With a flick of her wrist, she sent them flying through the air, targeting Naruto with lethal precision.
Most of the shurikens were dodged, clattering against the unforgiving concrete.
One, however, found its mark, slicing through Naruto's cloak. It billowed open, revealing his sleek, black-clad form beneath.
But Naruto didn't miss a beat as he effortlessly shed the damaged garment, revealing the cybernetic marvel concealed beneath.
He sprinted fast through the futuristic terrain, his cybernetic arms emitting an orange glow, moving rhythmically with the wind, showcasing intricate circuit pathways along his tan skin.
Wearing a zipped-open jacket, he revealed a daring choice of fashion–no shirt underneath.
His jacket billowed in the wind like a rebellious flag. His tanned washboard abs and V-line took center stage, a showcase of both his human and cybernetic features.
The jeans he sported subtly alluded to concealed robotic enhancements and... other elements beneath.
Armor plates adorned his knees, providing both protection and a hint of the battles he had faced.
Around his waist, a sheath of gadgets around his waist jiggled with each powerful stride he took, a melody of metallic clinks and clanks accompanying his rapid pace, a testament to his preparedness for any situation.
The stomp of his boots echoed throughout the rooftops, sinking into the walls of the buildings below, a percussive rhythm that harmonized with the city's ambient sounds.
Naruto's black hair danced in the wind, framing his cybernetic features like a kinetic halo.
Every detail of his cyber-enhanced body was on full display, a mesmerizing sight to Hinata.
But it was that moment of hesitation which cost her.
Because, Naruto not only discarded his cloak but he instead flung it back toward her, which billowed through the air and landed squarely on her face, blinding her momentarily. The cloak became a fleeting veil, obscuring Hinata's vision briefly.
Swiftly and with practiced ease, she pushed it away as if it was nothing to continue her chase forward, her resolve unwavering.
But upon looking up, Hinata caught a faint glimpse of Naruto taking advantage of the moment to leap off the rooftops, heading for the ground below.
In sync, she jumped off the roof's edge, landing with a resounding thud on the ground, her heels leaving a substantial imprint in the concrete.
Swiftly regaining her stance, she whipped her head around, hoping to spot her elusive target.
But much to her surprise and disappointment, Naruto was nowhere in sight.
Instead, an unexpected sight greeted her.
A nightclub.
A hella packed one too.
There it stood, seemingly mocking her, doors wide open, crowded with people eagerly waiting in long lines to gain entry. The music resonated loudly, audible even from the outside, while neon lights spilled onto the streets.
The nightclub boasted a vibrant neon sign that changed colors every second, creating a dynamic display of lights resembling a fiesta.
The sign proudly displayed the nightclub's title, reading:
The Hive.
Hinata groaned in frustration at the sight, already anticipating the escalating challenge of her hunt, fully aware of the headache this nightclub was destined to give her.
She knew Naruto probably used this very nightclub as a means of losing her, entering its depths to hide like the sneaky bastard he was.
But it didn't matter.
Unfazed, Hinata moved forward, deftly weaving through the waiting crowd, her lavender braid swaying with each purposeful step.
Ignoring the disgruntled complaints that followed her, she approached the bouncer, who attempted to intervene.
"Hold on there, little missy. You can't just skip the line."
The bouncer, a burly figure with a shaved head and cybernetic enhancements along his arms, scowled at Hinata as she approached. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, assessing the threat she might pose to the order of the nightclub's entrance.
Undeterred, Hinata pressed on, seemingly disregarding the bouncer's presence, eager to enter the nightclub.
However, the foolish bouncer forcefully shoved her back, blocking her path from the club's entrance and, more importantly, her target.
"Hey! Are you deaf? Back of the li-argh!"
In an instant, Hinata unsheathed her sword, determination gleaming in her lavender-hued cybernetic eyes.
Swiftly, she swung it, driving the blade into the robust male's stomach with the full force of her cybernetic body, causing the sword to emerge from his lower back.
He doubled over, clutching his abdomen, blood spilling from his mouth, shock and pain etched all over his face.
Immediately, a cacophony of horrified screams erupted in the area from the onlookers, some even dispersing from the scene as a means of getting the hell out of dodge.
Seething, her expression cold, Hinata twisted her sword within her victim, relishing the sickening sounds of his blood and organs squelching.
She giggled darkly by the man's ear, savoring his pained groans, "You're in the way, you pathetic fucking pig." She spat before extracting the sword and delivering a final swing, cleanly severing his head.
His lifeless body crumpled to the ground, blue blood splattering from the stump and coating the pavement. The same blue blood stained her bounty hunter attire and face, but she hardly minded.
In fact, she welcomed it.
Humming, Hinata engaged in a frenetic dance, swirling her sword through the air before elegantly wiping the blue blood off on the sleeve of her attire, her left arm gracefully raised for the task. Once done, she sheathed her weapon, slipping it back into the snug pocket on her backside.
With a deadly glint in her eye, she then turned toward the remaining onlookers, showcasing the splattered blood all over her.
She narrowed her eyes, "Is there anyone else here that wishes to stand in my way?"
At her chilling words, the remaining people quickly fled the scene, dispersing like flies in all directions of the city, a sight that caused a grin to spread across her face.
Hinata wiped the blood from her pale cheek with a happy shrug, "Good." She hummed to herself before turning to face the club entrance yet again.
Nonchalantly, she stepped over the discarded corpse of the bouncer with a clatter of her heels, her legs carrying her into the chaotic nightclub, determinedly in pursuit of…
Naruto.
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Notes:
End of Part #1
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Chapter 28: ❦𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 #𝟐❦
Summary:
Part #2 Of 'In The Shadows of Tomorrow'
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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In The Shadows Of Tomorrow
The cyberpunk nightclub, known as "The Hive," pulsed with a kaleidoscope of colors, casting vibrant hues upon the faces of the ecstatic revelers within.
The thumping bass resonated through the air, creating a symphony of electronic beats that drowned out any possibility of discreet conversations.
Hinata, the Battle Angel, forcefully maneuvered her way through the tightly packed crowd, her lavender-hued cybernetic eyes scanning faces for a distinctive shock of black hair; presumably anyone who resembled her target.
Naruto.
However, navigating through the chaotic swirl of neon lights overhead proved challenging, intensified by the densely packed crowd in the club.
The multitude of people, engaged in dance and revelry, adorned with cybernetic enhancements, robotic parts, and luminescent tattoos, created a visual maze, making it difficult for Hinata to spot her target.
Frustrated, she activated her Byakugan once again to effectively pierce through the crowded confusion.
She wasted no time, urgently scanning the nightclub for Naruto.
Every second counted, and these precious moments were opportunities for Naruto, just like the cockroach that he is, to weave his way out of her clutches and make his escape.
She can't let that happen!
Determined, the midnight blue-haired cyberwoman delved deeper into the crowd, her mission clear—to identify and single out individuals with black hair.
On the dance floor, she stomped her way across, her long braid trailing behind her as she used her Byakugan to survey the scene, swiftly identifying those who harbored black hair. But she gritted her teeth in utter frustration at what she saw.
There were tons of them!
Tons of black-haired men around!
All were turned away from her, revealing their backsides and concealing their faces.
They all danced, jumping up and down in a rhythmic loop to the electric music pulsing throughout the entire building.
Each one had the potential to be Naruto, playing a trick on her, blending seamlessly with the standard clubbers, hiding in plain sight amidst the neon-lit chaos.
Hinata rolled her eyes. "Damn you, dorobō." She hissed.
But, there was no use in complaining.
She had better get to searching.
So, with that, she began her hunt.
Hinata, determined and frustrated, darted from corner to corner as she navigated the crowded dance floor, determination etched on her face despite the growing annoyance within her.
She grabbed unsuspecting black-haired clubbers once, twice, thrice, in an attempt to find Naruto.
But only to find strangers; insignificant pests merely in her way.
Hinata promptly dismissed them with a roll of the eyes, pushing each male away that displeased her before moving on to inspect another black-haired individual in her sight.
All the while, the electric music seemed to weave and entwine with her hunt. Every step, every push and pull of individuals, the beat of the music thudded with her heart, granting her the adrenaline she needed to continue her hunt.
Yet, her assertive maneuvers, pushing and pulling individuals around to scrutinize their faces, disrupted their moments of dancing and laughter.
In response, the dance floor quickly transformed into a tumultuous mix of disturbed, shocked, and pissed-off faces, all directed at her.
"Dude!"
"What the hell!"
"You looking for something, sweetcheeks?"
It was unending torture; numerous people around, but seemingly no sign of Naruto.
Hinata let out a curse under her breath.
'Damnit. Where did you go so fast, dorobō?' She thought to herself in the midst of the chaotic revelry, her intensified eyes darting about.
She needed to take a moment and think.
Hinata needed to step into Naruto's shoes, delve into his mind, and perceive the world through his eyes.
A hunch lingered within her that he was, in fact, here all along, possibly masquerading as one of the black-haired men she had overlooked during her hunt.
Such a realization prompted her to reassess her approach.
Frenetically searching every black-haired male in 'The Hive' now seemed rather impractical, given the commotion she had stirred.
Hinata was sure, because of it, that Naruto had probably outmaneuvered her plans and slipped away, possibly to another section of the club.
A gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes shifted toward another part of the club, where a neon purple sign, hung on the wall, boldly stated:
V.I.P Section.
A smirk curled on her crimson lips.
It was time for a different approach.
The air hung thick with a mixture of sweat, synthetic fragrances, as well as the acrid scent of anticipation.
It was then, that Hinata decided to slither her way through the crowd and enter the V.I.P section of the club, extending her hunt to where Naruto could potentially be.
Navigating away from the main club room and into the VIP section's hallway, the lyrics of the music gradually faded, leaving only the thumping beat echoing through the walls, synchronized with the stomp of her heels.
However, as she continued, she began to notice something.
A distinctive change in scenery.
The entrance to the VIP section presented a stark contrast to the lively chaos of the main club room.
As Hinata passed through, the air shifted from the pulsating energy of the dance floor to a hushed ambiance. The muted lighting, bathed in hues of indigo and violet, replaced the frenetic neon palette of the club room.
Soft, ambient music played in the background, creating an intimate setting that was a world apart from the wild energy of the dance floor behind her.
Plush seating arrangements adorned the space, and patrons engaged in subdued conversations, their voices barely audible over the mellow tunes.
The change in scenery heightened Hinata's senses as she ventured deeper into the exclusive area of the nightclub.
Ultimately, the hallway Hinata ventured led her to a grand door, adorned with an imposing velvet rope that blocked her path.
Standing guard was a hefty bouncer, his arms augmented with robotic enhancements, and his face embellished with an array of tattoos.
Dressed in a sleek, black suit, he exuded an air of authority that matched the exclusivity of the VIP section.
Hinata stepped up, only to be halted.
Once. Again .
The bouncer raised one hand, lifting an inquisitive eyebrow, "Hold on there. This area is strictly for V.I.Ps. You got a pass?"
He spoke in a gruff, measured tone, his gaze, cold and unyielding as he scanned Hinata for any sign of authorization.
"No pass, no entr-"
The bouncer's eyes suddenly widened, his voice dying down in his throat as he caught a good look at the woman before him.
Recognition flickered in his eyes, a realization that he was currently face-to-face with none other than Hinata, the notorious Battle Angel of Neo-Tokyo.
Her reputation as a relentless bounty hunter had preceded her, earning her both fear and respect, and fortunately for the bouncer...
He noticed her.
Suddenly, his stern expression transformed into a mix of awe and trepidation, "Oh, fuck! You... you're Hinata, aren't you?" A gasp cut him off, "The Battle Angel?"
A smirk played on Hinata's plump red lips at the change in the bouncer's demeanor.
She nodded, placing a hand on her right hip, "That's right. Now, I suggest you open the door and let me in, or I assure you, things will end very fucking badly for you."
Silently and without a hint of hesitation, the bouncer swiftly stepped aside, raising the velvet rope to allow Hinata entry into the exclusive VIP section.
His robotic arms flexed, and the tattoos on his face seemed to shift due to his current expression, conveying nothing but fear in response to the coldness of Hinata's tone.
"Y-Yes, Angel. The VIP section is all yours."
Hinata hummed in satisfaction, moving forth to pat the male's shoulder.
"Good boy." She complimented before moving her gaze forward.
The massive door, previously sealed shut, now groaned as it swung open, unveiling a hidden section of the nightclub—a secretive area that might just be where Naruto's currently hiding.
With that, Hinata didn't waste another moment, and walked through the open doors to finally enter the exclusive VIP section.
Upon doing so, she promptly entered the more risquē section of the club.
The playrooms.
Hinata entered a wide corridor embellished with various rooms, chairs, and open spaces where pole dancers exhibited their talents to an audience of captivated men, some renowned, some ambiguous, identities long since wiped from the system.
The atmosphere was considerably quieter and more relaxed than the bustling clubroom, suggesting it was a place for hookups, and sex escapades.
Undeterred, Hinata ventured further into the area, inspecting her surroundings as she passed each door.
With the sway of her braid, and hips, Hinata stepped down the hall with confidence, where the black doors, adorned with gold numbers, lined the corridor.
She glanced at each one, recognizing the numerous rooms that hinted at hidden sexual activities within.
Some even emanated muted sounds of intimacy, (moans and love cries), contributing a discreet backdrop to the otherwise quiet atmosphere of the exclusive area.
Rolling her eyes, Hinata dismissed such sounds and pressed on instead.
As she walked down the corridor, her heels clicked and clacked against the floor, emitting a rhythmic tune that echoed through the otherwise quiet area.
Click.
Click
Cli-!
Just as she strolled past one of the rooms, a door swung open abruptly, and a hand shot out, grabbing her and yanking her inside before she could react.
It all happened so fast.
One moment, she was walking down the VIP section's hallway, and the next, she found herself yanked into a room.
Her lavender eyes struggled to focus as her world spun into a disorienting whirlwind of surprise.
The room she found herself in was drenched in a sultry cyberpunk vibe. A bed and a red couch were strategically positioned in the room, while along the walls, suggestive pictures of cyber women posed provocatively, complemented by an ice bucket containing champagne on a table, all suggesting the room's very nature—a space meticulously designed for playtime.
The arrangement served as an unspoken invitation, teasing the clandestine possibilities within its very walls.
"Ah! What the hell-?" Hinata groaned, but before she could grasp the full scope of her surroundings, the room's door closed behind her with a distant thud, cocooning her in the secret enclave of the room.
Abruptly, her back was slammed against the wall, and the warmth of another body pressed against her own—a sexy, rock-hard form she knew all too well.
Hinata felt a shiver run down her spine.
Through the hazy blur of her lavender eyes and messy bangs, she looked up, meeting orbs of piercing blue, partially obscured by strands of unruly black hair.
A gasp escaped her lips.
It was him.
It was Naruto : her bounty.
The dimly lit room crackled with an electrifying tension as their eyes locked once more. Time seemed to slow for them both, captivated, ensnared in the other's gaze.
The pulsating neon lights of the raging city outside shone through the large windows in the room, painting transient patterns on the walls, bouncing off of their faces.
Naruto smiled, his breath brushing hotly against Hinata's lips, creating an intimate warmth that caused the woman to shudder.
His hands, tender and gentle, moved to cup her cheeks.
"Surprise, love,"
His husky voice whispered sexily, slipping through the gaps of his lips to fill up the entirety of the room, infiltrating Hinata's ears, setting every inch of her body ablaze with its warmth.
His grin widened, finding amusement in Hinata's shocked expression. With a soft chuckle, he swiftly moved one hand from her cheek down the curves of her body, cupping her ass through her snug battle suit.
"What's the matter? Speechless, huh, babe?" He whispered, teasingly flicking his tongue against her plump lips, "Mmm, that's not like you at all. You usually have so much to say." He breathed against her lips once more, causing Hinata to fall into a trance of desire, caught in Naruto's gaze, submitted to his touch.
Pleasurable shockwaves surged through her cybernetic frame, reminiscent of the kindling of warm sparks, at last awakening and revitalizing her body.
"N-Naruto-kun..." She finally whispered his name, caught in a stupor.
Naruto swayed playfully before her, his fingers gently caressing her cheek, his thumbs tracing invisible circles on her soft skin.
He clicked his tongue, "Ahh, that's right. Gomen, hun, but these days, I go by Menma." He uttered matter-of-factly.
"Menma?" Hinata gasped, his surprising words snapping her out of her trance.
She shook her head, a perplexed frown forming, "What the fuck kind of name is Menma?" She exclaimed, her words laced with utter confusion, her nose wrinkled.
Naruto, however, found her reaction absolutely amusing and he burst into laughter.
His laughter echoed far and wide, filling up the dimmed room the two occupied, "Ah, hell yeah! Now that's the woman I know and love," He declared, with a playful wink causing Hinata to blush.
He shrugged.
"Yeah, Menma." He repeated, "It was just a name I came up with off the top of my head. I figured if I'm changing my name, I might as well go with something fresh. Didn't want my usual name to cause any trouble, especially with the bounty on my head. Heh,"
Naruto narrowed his eyes sexily, tilting his head, "I have you to thank for this change, after all, love. But no worries, for you, I'll make an exception."
He leaned in closer, humming softly, "You can call me Naruto all you want." He teased, rocking her ass through her suit with his hand.
Hinata moaned softly in response.
"You're truly remarkable, my love. It seems you always know exactly how to track me down," Naruto moaned, "to find me." The black-haired cyber male shifted his gaze to Hinata's crimson-painted lips, finding them irresistible.
However, his eyes didn't stop there.
With his enchanting blue eyes, he once again roved over her entire form.
He never grew tired of indulging in his favorite pastime: admiring the masterpiece he called his lover.
But as he stood there, gawking at Hinata and battling the temptation to keep the drool in his mouth, he couldn't help but notice one rather teeny tiny detail.
Well, perhaps it was not that teeny tiny.
A gasp involuntarily escaped Naruto's lips as he observed the remnants of blue blood still splattered across Hinata's battle suit—someone else's blood, he presumed.
His eyes returned to meet Hinata's, and he shook his head in amusement, "Goddamn, love, you just don't rest, do you?" He gestured toward her blood-stained attire, giving her body a shake.
"Come on, enlighten me. Who did you kill in your pursuit of me, eh?"
Amusingly enough, an innocent little smirk played on the beautiful woman's lips, and she gave her body a playful sway.
By her sway, however, caused those massive tits of hers to bounce enticingly within the confines of her snug suit, offering quite the show for Naruto from her revealed cleavage.
The black-haired cybermale groaned at the sight, his dick hardening in his pants.
Hinata giggled, shrugging her shoulders indifferently, "Mmm, I might have made a mess of the bouncer in front of the nightclub." She pouted, "Sorry not sorry. You know how I feel about others getting in my way."
"Fuck." He groaned, "You are fucking ruthless, babe."
"Oh, is that so?" Hinata tilted her head, maintaining her pout, "Am I too much for you? More than you can handle, perhaps, Naruto-kun?"
"Hah," Naruto scoffed, "hell no." He spat, roughly pulling her close, so their lips were only inches from touching.
Hinata moaned.
Naruto grinned, "You know how much I love that ruthless shit. You covered in blood, feisty, and ready to kill can give me a hard-on any day."
Hinata giggled, giving his chest a push, "Mmm, no, I think you're just a horny bastard, Naruto-kun. Always so fucking horny."
"Heh, it doesn't matter. You know you love me anyways, baby."
Hinata's eyes widened by his words, but before she could even respond, Naruto's lips crashed against hers with an overpowering force. Such a kiss was so sudden, drowning her world in a torrent of warmth and passion, fulfilling a desire she had long yearned for.
His touch, a sensation she had long missed, surrounded her, and she surrendered to the sweet pleasure of his lips pressing against hers.
The firm grip he had on her ass, a response due to his desire, served as a powerful reminder of the bliss that had been absent in their time apart.
At that moment, Hinata rediscovered the sheer ecstasy of being kissed by Naruto, a sensation so familiar yet laced with a renewed sense of longing, of relief, and joy.
His warm body pressed intimately against hers, his rock-hard muscles brushing against her covered breasts ever so tantalizing, a reunion that transcended the physical into an emotional crescendo.
Hinata found her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers grasping at his black, spiky hair, tugging at it in a frenzy.
Naruto moaned, releasing multiple deep moans in the kiss that Hinata certainly found hot as hell.
Naruto, too, savored the moment, relishing the special opportunity to hold his lover close, freeing her from the soul-draining, emotionless life of ceaselessly hunting down unfortunate souls, where each kill stripped her more and more of her humanity.
In such a relentless pursuit, she had been reduced to nothing more than a machine, a mere weapon, manipulated and abused by her so-called superiors, draining her of the very essence of her human side.
But now, at this moment, Naruto could bestow upon her the bliss she truly deserved—a joy he had yearned to grant her for so long.
For a fleeting moment, Hinata surrendered entirely to the kiss, enveloped in Naruto's arms, relishing the sensation as if time had stood still.
In that embrace, she was transported to those clandestine moments of passion they shared, the times they would meet up, much like this, and fuck one another's brains out.
Together, they would lose themselves in one another, escaping the harsh reality of their world, disregarding the rules, and transcending their labels as enemies—bounty hunter, and thief.
Instead, they would revel in the shared intimacy of their bodies pressed together, hearts laid bare.
Those moments were sheer bliss, and now the exquisite repetition of that joyous past was finally unfolding once more.
Hinata didn't want it to end.
In that passing instance, Hinata's entire world centered only around the kiss, relishing the taste of passion and the warmth of Naruto's lips.
She let him engulf her completely, briefly losing herself and forgetting the watchful ears of her superiors through the earpiece in her ear.
The intrusion of reality only hit when Naruto withdrew his hand from her ass, his warm touch fading altogether.
In that moment, she snapped back to the harsh awareness of her situation, where her superiors could be monitoring her every move, and listening to every word that was spoken—every single one.
In an instant, the realization hit, and Hinata's eyes snapped open.
She delivered Naruto a harsh shove, forcefully breaking their kiss.
"Hinata-chan, what the hell-?"
"Oh kami, what are we doing?" Hinata breathed in panic, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions, slowly filling with tears.
"Holy shit, what have you done?"
Naruto's eyes widened, witnessing the abrupt shift in Hinata's demeanor from content to pure panic.
He reached up to clutch her arm, attempting to comfort her, but his hand was swiftly smacked away.
"Don't fucking touch me."
"What? What's the matter, Hinata-chan?" Naruto blurted out in panic, his blue eyes widened, mouth agape, and heart racing.
He was stunned, beyond belief.
One moment they were kissing and feeling all on the other, and now everything's turned into a fucking train wreck.
Now, Hinata was in a state of utter panic, refusing even the slightest touch from him.
Now, she stood plastered against the wall, trembling, as if she had seen a ghost, an expression of fear etched on her formidable countenance—a sight that struck fear into Naruto himself, unaccustomed to seeing Hinata in such a vulnerable state.
Her chest heaved, hyperventilating as the realization of her actions dawned on her.
She had let her guard down, completely failed to ensure the coast was clear.
Her hand instinctively rose to cup her right ear, the very ear housing her earpiece. It was the conduit her superiors used to monitor her every move, eavesdropping on her engagements in all of her missions.
The same superiors who may have witnessed what just transpired between the two.
Hinata's heart skipped several beats, and she looked back up at Naruto, her lips trembling.
"Oh kami, do you realize what we just did?" She screeched in horror, her mind clouded, unable to process the unfolding nightmare.
She stifled a sob, rooting her gaze on the ceiling above, "We're so stupid, fucking kissing like bakas. We could've been heard. We could be caught, m-my superiors, they-"
"Hinata-chan, baby, shh." Naruto tried to console her, waving his hands gently before her.
"Don't call me that!"
"Hinata-chan, just listen to me! Everything is going to be okay. It's not what you think-"
"Stop it! You're not fucking helping, damnit!"
Fear gripped Hinata strongly, blinding her—fear that, after years of concealing their love, her superiors might have discovered their clandestine affair due to her slip-up and Naruto's carelessness.
How could she let this happen?
How?
A whimper escaped her lips before she threw her fist forward, crashing it against Naruto's bare chest, causing him to release a series of grunts.
"You baka! You baka! You baka!"
She threw another punch.
And another.
And another.
Each punch was a manifestation of her fear, frustration, and regret, a physical release for the avalanche of emotions cascading through her.
In a blind rage, tears streaming down her cheeks, Hinata lashed out in fear—fear of the potential consequences of their relationship being exposed, and the potential harm that could befall Naruto due to their reckless actions.
No longer in control of her punches, it was as if her body had a mind of its own, stuck in hyperdrive as she surrendered to the overwhelming emotions surging within, propelling her into a state of recklessness.
Naruto winced with each punch Hinata delivered, the room resonating with the thunderous echoes of her blows against his chest.
Caught off guard, Naruto quickly grabbed hold of her flailing fists, his grip firm yet careful not to alarm her.
He locked eyes with her, the intensity in her gaze mixing with tears, a storm of emotions within.
For a moment, there was a tense silence, only broken by their heavy breaths.
"Listen to me, Hinata-chan." Naruto breathed, "It's okay. It's okay, my love."
Hinata heard Naruto whisper to her ear through her cloudy mind, as soothingly as can be as he moved to restrain her, firmly gripping her arms, pressing them against her own chest.
He breathed hotly against her ear, pressing his body against her own, "Just breathe, everything is going to be okay-"
"No, it won't!" Hinata screeched, "No it isn't-"
"Look, look, look," Naruto breathed out quickly, releasing Hinata's hands to delve into his jacket pocket. His blue eyes remained fixed on hers as he rummaged inside, swiftly retrieving something of great importance.
"There's no need to be afraid, my love. No need."
Swiftly, he pulled his hand from the jacket, guiding it forth so she could see what now lay in the palm of his hand.
She gasped.
It was her earpiece.
Free from her ear, the black device, ever so small, was instead cradled in the palm of Naruto's hand, no longer beeping blue, but instead a red light, indicating that the communication chip inside was disabled, her connection to her superiors cut off.
Shock immediately painted Hinata's face, her mouth opened and closed several times but her voice never emerged, leaving her barely able to utter a single word.
Her hand rose back up to her ear, cupping it, "But h-how? How did you...?"
Hinata's eyes widened as the realization sank in, her mind subconsciously going back to that moment, back in the alleyway. She had been so distracted then, by Naruto's little play toy, she didn't even notice when he...
A mix of surprise, disbelief, and a hint of admiration flashed across her lavender-hued gaze.
Naruto smiled faintly, rocking his hand gently back and forth to cause the earpiece to slide around, "I should have told you earlier. My apologies, baby. I didn't mean to upset you."
Hinata growled before delivering a push at his chest, groaning, "You baka." Hinata snapped, crossing her arms over her own chest.
"You could not possibly imagine what I was feeling." Hinata spat, her eyes raw with emotion, emotion that was utterly paralyzing.
It made Naruto feel even more like shit.
Naruto felt a pang of guilt, biting his lip as he looked down at the small device in his hand, realizing the potential trouble it could have caused had he not taken it.
He frowned.
"A-And I am sorry, Hinata-chan. I promise to make it up to you, tonight in fact." Naruto promised, his frown transforming into a mischievous smirk as he playfully wiggled his eyebrows.
Hinata scoffed, "You better," She spat, her lavender eyes narrowed, holding him to his promise. It was an unspoken agreement their eyes sealed, one that involved their clothes on the floor and his cock balls deep inside her.
The mere thought made her pussy tingle.
Hinata bit her lip, mirroring Naruto's cheeky grin.
However, she covered up her growing arousal by clearing her throat, nodding down at her earpiece in Naruto's possession.
She raised an eyebrow, "Now go on, speak. Tell me how you manage all of this, hm."
"Well, I uh, nicked your earpiece from your ear, back in the alleyway when I distracted you." Naruto explained with a shrug, "I noticed it the very moment you stepped into the alleyway before me. I figured it would be a real pain in the ass. And it'll just get in the way of my plans to finally get you and that sexy ass of yours all alone in this room."
Naruto chuckled, leaning closer, "Now I couldn't have that, could I?"
Hinata rolled her eyes before pushing him back, extending one finger to prod him in the forehead, earning a grunt from him, "Cut the shit, Naruto-kun. You don't get to flirt with me. You owe me a fucking explanation first."
She nodded down at the device, "How did you disable it? How do you know we're in the clear?"
"Oh," Naruto exclaimed, "It was pretty simple. I used this..."
Hinata looked up once she heard the rummage of fabric yet again, only to see Naruto digging in his jacket pocket yet again, but this time, to pull out another treasure, one far more important.
She gasped, as he revealed the Chrono Cipher, the very object he had stolen.
The Chrono Cipher, a sci-fi marvel resembling a sophisticated remote, featured illuminated numbers and intricate gadgets on its clean and polished surface.
The blue glow from the screen cast an otherworldly aura, with coding words cascading across it in a mesmerizing dance of digital information.
A sleek antenna added to its futuristic charm, making it a coveted possession–one that was any hacker's dream to get their hands on.
But, Naruto had it.
Stole it fair and square.
He possessed the very object capable of infiltrating any database, bypassing firewalls, and accumulating any information he wanted to know without any red tape or safety precautions.
Now, an immense power rested at his fingertips, ready at his disposal, and in that very moment, he allowed Hinata the privilege of witnessing it.
Hinata's eyes widened as she scrutinized the device, examining every inch of it in awe.
Naruto chuckled, twirling the device in his hand, admiring it, "I utilized this little gadget here to sever the connection between your earpiece and its servers, effectively cutting off the link to your superiors and leaving them in the dark." Naruto moved one hand forward to produce a gentle tap along the side of her head, startling her.
He chuckled, his fingertip gracing over the now gray cybernetic chip device engraved in her skin, "I also successfully deactivated your chip, ensuring that your superiors wouldn't be able to hack into it and gain access to you through other means. So now, as far as they're concerned, your whereabouts are unknown," Naruto explained with a nonchalant shrug.
"For all they know, you could have disappeared off the face of the earth, lost access to your earpiece, or, worst-case scenario, met an unfortunate end." He nodded, a relieved smile on his face, "This could buy us some time."
Naruto carefully returned the Chrono Cipher to his jacket pocket before tenderly cupping Hinata's cheek. His thumb caressed delicate circles on the tender, velvety skin of his beloved, graced with the face of an angel.
"Now, we're in the clear. We're safe. You're safe," Naruto reassured with a nod, causing his dark bangs to sway, "See? You have nothing to worry about, my love. I took care of everything for us, like I always do."
Once more, Naruto's touch broke Hinata free from her trance.
She found herself leaning into the hand that cupped her face, ever so delicately.
Hinata could feel a rush of emotions overwhelming her due to the bombarding of information that Naruto showered her with.
She could feel her eyes begin to form tears again, but she quickly wiped them away, determined not to let another one fall.
Relief flooded her, but it mingled with a twinge of guilt for underestimating Naruto and regret for letting her guard down. She hadn't seen Naruto's actions sooner–him taking her earpiece and leading her to believe they were caught.
Her composure had unraveled, and she'd lost her cool in front of her lover. She didn't trust him.
Yet, overwhelming relief washed over her as she witnessed Naruto, for once, not being a baka.
He maintained his track record of staying several steps ahead, taking care of the situation, and looking out for both of them.
At that moment, Hinata couldn't contain her joy, grateful to have someone like Naruto she could trust, close to her heart.
Hinata rushed her hands to wrap her arms around his neck, delving her fingers into his black hair, "Oh Naruto-kun. Oh kami, I'm so relieved. I-"
Hinata giggled in relief, "I'm so gonna fuck your brains out for upsetting me, you fucking baka."
Naruto chuckled, rushing one hand down to cup her waist, "Oh baby, but that's the joy of it all. You can do whatever you want to me, whatever you fucking want."
Naruto grinned, "This is our time now. There's no one watching us." He breathed hotly against her lips. He shook his head, his spiky black hair rocking with his movement.
"No one's listening, only us." He breathed.
"Just us, my love."
He gazed deeply into her eyes, tilting his head, "Just let go. Give me all you've been longing for, fulfill that ache in your heart. Do what you've yearned for since we were apart."
Naruto narrowed his eyes, biting his lip, "Give it to me, Hinata-chan."
Hinata, lost in his intense gaze, felt an overwhelming joy as she finally let go. She was eager to give her beloved the love she had desired, to bring to life all the naughty dreams that filled her mind every day and every night the two were apart.
She longed to express the dirty thoughts that had been swirling in her head ever since she first saw Naruto tonight, donned in his new disguise.
She wanted to lick his body, lick every muscle he harbored. She wanted to ride him till his pretty heart's content, and grant him a night to remember.
Her longing for him was so intense that it seemed to bubble beneath her skin, sending her feminine hormones into a frenzy—a rare departure from the control she usually maintained over her emotions.
She wanted Naruto so fucking badly, and now she could finally have him.
Hinata hummed, tightening her hold on his black hair, tugging it roughly, eliciting a wince from Naruto. But the smile that graced his face was unmistakable, expressing that he deeply enjoyed the rough treatment.
Hinata licked her lips, "Oh baby, I'm going to have so much fun with you. I want you so bad."
Naruto responded, "Then come and get me. I'm all yours."
And with that, Hinata took action, lunging forward.
Without a second thought, she pressed her lips onto her lover's, pulling him into another kiss, but this time, it was much different.
Much more intense.
In this moment, their kiss transcended its ordinary boundaries; it became an escalation of intensity, a channel to release all that had been pent up within them for so long.
Desire took control, and the constraints of the fear of being caught or heard were lifted, allowing them both to abandon themselves to the wildness of their passions.
Their faces were so close that it seemed as if they might meld into one another, heads tossing back and forth, lips widening to kiss every inch of each other's mouths. Saliva dripped down from their open lips, tracing paths down their chins, yet neither of them cared.
Hinata moaned, urgently pushing her hands forward to forcefully shove Naruto's jacket off his body, casting it aside to reveal his cybernetic arms, leaving him completely bare.
Now, the fruits of his labor were totally exposed, showcasing his bulging muscles.
But their kiss continued without missing a single beat.
Their moans, a mix of femininity and masculinity, flooded into the dimmed room as their kiss evolved into a deep, french kiss, and before long, Hinata lunged her body up onto Naruto.
He instantly caught on, gripping her legs and wrapping them around his waist, holding her closely by the hips.
He jostled her body a bit, before he turned around, to make his way to the closest surface in the room...
The couch.
All the while, he engaged in a ruthless tongue battle with Hinata.
She slapped her tongue against his several times, swiping her wet appendage against his gums, his teeth, particularly his sharp canines, claiming the entirety of his mouth, and all the while she stared deep into his eyes, deep into his soul.
Naruto moaned from the treatment, allowing Hinata to dominate the kiss, to keep with his promise to allow her to do as she pleased with him.
Soon enough, the two found themselves plopping on the couch, rustling and pulling one another's clothes off.
Naruto set Hinata on top of his own, stretching both his arms and legs apart, along the couch.
He watched with squinted eyes as Hinata began to quickly unbuckle the belt of his weapon strap, effortlessly throwing it on the floor.
She then sought for his jeans which she unbuckled with ease, unzipped the zipper, and pulled down his boxers to finally whip out his dick.
Hinata practically melted as her eyes finally settled on it—an impressive meat rod covered in bulging blue veins. Naruto's cock stood at nine inches, a darker tan than his actual skin. It steadily pulsated in her hand, obedient to her command to stand erect for her.
It was her reward, something she always gained for successfully hunting down Naruto in her numerous pursuits.
His dick.
It was certainly the only thing in this entire world that satisfied her to no end, even now, leading her to quickly undress herself.
Her hands skillfully unzipped the lower part of her battle suit, removing the weapon gear belts from her waist and thighs, dropping them to the floor below with numerous clatters.
As she undressed, she kept her eyes fixed on Naruto, watching him as he watched her.
Naruto licked his lips, absolutely loving what he saw.
He tilted his head, observing the feisty woman perched on his lap as she deftly removed the lower part of her battle suit, sliding it down her legs with a shimmy of her hips, allowing the garment to drop to the floor.
Then, she grabbed a hold of the soft fabric of her black lace underwear, pushing it aside, and taking hold of his cock once more.
Without hesitation, she moved to fulfill their shared desire, guiding his cock into her now exposed pussy, finally uniting them.
Both released joyous moans, tilting their heads back to vocalize their pleasure toward the ceiling as they finally reconnected, relishing the chance to be alone and together after all this time.
Naruto's legs trembled as he instantly felt the powerful grip of Hinata's pussy, his member delving into her world of tight, wet walls that voraciously hungered for him, milking him dry.
"Fuck," He groaned, eliciting a giggle from Hinata.
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. She slipped her fingers within his unruly black hair, securing a tight hold on it to steady herself atop him, infusing a kinky element into their intimacy.
Shoving his head forward by his hair, she kissed away his wince, allowing it to dissolve in the warm confines of her mouth.
"Mmm, and there's more where that came from. Just stay right there," She breathed, lowering her head to deliver kisses along his jawline, "and let me fuck you."
She tilted her head further, whispering her naughty commands directly into his right ear, the warmth of her breath sending shivers through him.
The course of the night was evident, with Hinata taking on the role of the ring leader, in control and commanding.
Throughout, she aimed to alleviate both of their aches, easing the pain and longing that had accumulated during their time apart.
Tonight, she was the one calling the shots, introducing a delightful role reversal. It was on nights like these that he thanked the heavens for being alive and having the privilege of knowing and being so intimately close to the Battle Angel.
During such nights, Naruto was always reminded of how incredible she was in bed.
Whenever she took control, (which was the majority of the time they fucked), she would leave an indelible imprint on him, leaving him in a complete and utter mess.
He would be left, yearning and pleading for more like a little bitch boy, battling with a desire that only she could fulfill.
Naruto groaned in pleasure, his outstretched arms exploring the enticing curves of her buttocks, holding onto them with a firm grasp.
He gave both an enticing rock, before his fingers traced a path along the arch of her plump ass, gliding upward, slipping underneath her corset.
"Mmm, go on, baby. Fuck me," Naruto urged, "I'm not going anywhere." He whispered against her lips, looking up at her with a glorious twinkle in his eye, showering her with a look of pure worship and love—an expression that made Hinata's pussy clench even tighter around his cock.
He groaned.
She moaned, biting her lip, "Mmm, what a good boy you are, Naruto-kun..."
At that moment, Hinata decided to finally lift her hips, allowing those voluptuous mounds of hers to then drop with full force onto his lap.
Her tight, soaking wet pussy slid up along the full length of his cock, massaging every nerve he possessed. Her pussy worked all the way up to his tip before dropping back down, enveloping his cock in the full sensation of warmth that was found deep inside her.
It marked the beginning of an exhilarating night, with Hinata making it abundantly clear that she had no intention of taking it easy.
She wanted it rough and she wanted it now.
Right from the start, her hips moved in a frenzied rhythm, grinding against him with the intensity reminiscent of a stripper on a pole.
Clutching his hair firmly within the confines of her fists, she plunged her hips up and down on his throbbing cock.
The rapid pace she set took Naruto's breath away, leaving him breathless, choking on his own moans.
His hold on her waist tightened, body squirming with pleasure, "Fuck! Holy shit!"
Hinata chuckled at Naruto's loud outburst, but a moan interrupted it as she brought her hips down forcefully, delivering a deep thrust that drove his length even deeper within her. It was the kind of thrust that made her eyes flutter to the back of her head.
"Oh, fuck, you're so deep. Yes, you're so fucking deep inside me, Naruto-kun."
Leaning forward, she pressed her face against his, maintaining her rhythmic movements, grinding their bodies into the crevices of the couch.
Hinata moaned in a blissful stupor, experiencing a peak of pleasure that propelled her into an intoxicating journey of raw, unbridled passion.
The once silent room came alive with the symphony of their intimacy resonating with the rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh, the passionate creaks of the couch, and the unrestrained moans of pleasure that echoed from both Naruto and Hinata.
Hinata's asscheeks, voluptuous and round, jiggled in a frenzy with every move she made with them, relentlessly propelling her hips up only to swing them down with a mission to engulf Naruto's entire cock, until she felt his balls against her ass.
She craved every inch, all nine inches of him, to penetrate her deeply, fill her to the brim and tease the shit out of her g-spot.
Hinata craved it all.
She fucked him as if it were her last chance, expressing through her physical actions how much she missed him; how much she longed to have him close, beneath her, just like this.
The cyberwoman let out a deep moan as she leaned back, to stare deep into Naruto's eyes as she rode him, instantly noticing how glossy and unreadable they were.
He moaned in ecstasy, his moans ever steadily growing louder, releasing a husky soundtrack of desire right by Hinata's ear, intensifying the pleasure for her.
Naruto's orange cybernetic device on the side of his head whirled and swirled, a vibrant dance of orange light that reflected the heightened passion and excitement surging through him.
Moaning with delight, Hinata leaned in to capture his lower lip in her mouth, giving it a playful tug as she descended her hips with a resounding clap, enveloping his member in a surge of warmth.
She observed how his eyes rolled, delightful curses slipping his gaping lips, "Ooh, fuck yeah!"
She tilted her head, "Do you enjoy that, my love? Tell me, how much do you relish being ridden like this, deep and fast?" Her words were punctuated by moans. She hummed, guiding one hand down to grasp his chin firmly.
"Don't be shy. Tell me."
"Yes, I love it. I fucking love it, holy shit!" Naruto declared in a raspy whimper, his legs quivering beneath her as her pussy dominated his member, massaging, squeezing, and heating it up, causing a cascade of spasms to ripple through his cybernetic frame, rendering him incapable of staying still.
His toes curled within his boots, his abdomen tightening, "Your pussy feels fucking amazing, baby. Don't stop! Ooh, please don't stop, Hinata-chan."
"Oh don't you worry about that, my love." Hinata moaned before gracing his lips with a sloppy kiss, leaving his tongue itching to collect the spit she left gathered at the edges of his lips.
She hummed, "Mmm, oh no. Don't expect me to stop anytime soon. I'm gonna have you all night." She declared seductively, giving her body a teasing shimmer as she grinded in a circle on his lap.
But for Naruto, such news was a splendid dream come true, prompting him to raise the bar.
"Mmm, fuck, that sounds fucking fantastic. In that case,"
He erupted into joyful laughter, shifting his body further down on the couch until he was lying down instead of sitting up.
He also spread his legs wider, prompting Hinata to hover over him. Her ass was propelled upward, her thighs grazing the fabric of the couch by his hips, while her arms draped around his shoulders. Her braid, previously tossing and dancing in the air from her hip thrusts, now lay docile after her movements came to a halt.
However, playtime resumed on Naruto's end when he suddenly began thrusting his hips up and down like a motherfucking jackhammer, drilling Hinata's walls with his cock.
She immediately emitted squeals of delight, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her facial features obscured behind her curled bangs, but that intoxicated smile on her face was unmistakable.
It was a sight that aroused Naruto more than anything.
He moved his hands forward to cup her asscheeks, loving how they jiggled like crazy in his grasp.
"Fuck yeah, let's just go fucking at it, shall we?" He let out a triumphant chuckle, thrusting his hips rhythmically to plunge his cock deep inside her, targeting her G-spot with his mushroom tip with precision.
Naruto angled his thrusts to target that particular sweet spot inside of her, striking it again and again, to awaken it from its slumber and grant Hinata body-shaking spasms. Only then, did he observe in glee as the usually composed woman totally came undone, completely losing herself to his cock.
Her lavender eyes rolled, "Fuck! Fuck yes, pound me, Naruto-kun! Pound me so fucking good!" She squealed in bliss, his thrusts merely causing the clap of her asscheeks to ring louder.
Now her buttocks thudded together like two cymbals, clanging and banging in response to Naruto's dick rushing in and out of her dripping core, stimulating those tight walls of hers just the way she enjoyed.
She squealed, her braid jostling back and forth once more, slapping her in the back.
She cried out, "Ooh fuck, pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair, oh kami!" She commanded in a yell, to which Naruto complied right away.
He swiftly lifted one hand, sliding it behind her to seize the long trail of her braid. Gripping it firmly within his fist, he gave it a rough yank, exactly as Hinata desired. He observed her head snap back quite brutally, yet her moans escalated in response.
"Oh yes! Yes, yes!" She squealed in joy, her toes curling within her heeled boots, "Mmm, oh! Such a good boy you are for me, Naruto-kun."
Naruto moaned in glee, absolutely loving the compliments Hinata was showering him. He bit his lip up at her, "Mmm, I'm only a good boy for you, baby. Only you." He groaned before delivering a series of vigorous slaps to her ass cheeks with the palm of his hand.
Every time that ass of hers rocked down due to his thrusts, he smacked it, propelling his free hand forcefully against her skin with considerable force.
Her head remained tilted back due to the firm grip he had on her braid, all the while as he sent shockwaves through her body with his cock, flexing his legs faster and faster to pound her just right.
The amalgamation of these sensations certainly rocked her world.
Hinata mewled at the top of her lungs, "Yes spank me! Spank my ass, fuck!"
Another hit.
"Harder, Naruto-kun! Harder!"
Naruto complied, delivering more harder hits, swinging his right hand vigorously from side to side, colliding with the voluptuous flesh of her asscheeks.
The cries of pleasure emanating from Hinata with each impact seemed to intensify the hardness of his cock within her, her moans resonating tantalizingly close to his ears.
Naruto growled, "Yeah, just look at that ass go. Such a gorgeous derrière you possess, baby. I love watching it jiggle as I dick you down."
"Oh yes, kami, talk to me, Naruto-kun," Hinata breathed, her inner walls tightening around him, releasing more of her love juices to coat his throbbing shaft, "Fuck, my pussy is so wet for you, gahh!"
Naruto chuckled hoarsely before slamming his hand along her ass again, erupting a loud clap to ring out into the room.
Now, her ass cheeks were adorned with the imprints of his hand, covered with bright red bruises, which was a great contrast to her usual pale complexion.
Her ass quickered, and with his large hand, he scooped her bruised cheeks into his grasp and gave them both an alternate but satisfying squeeze and shake.
"Fucking hell." Naruto breathed in astonishment, blown away by the perfection that was all his, seated on his lap.
He let out a deep hum but it was interrupted when Hinata suddenly moved one hand forward and grasped a hold of the zipper to her corset, unzipping it faster than he could blink.
And before he knew it, her large breasts were flooding out of her corset and came crashing down against his face, engulfing him in a world of tits and nipples.
Naruto could have sworn he saw stars.
He could have sworn, in that very moment, he had died and gone to heaven.
Instinctively, he released her braid, allowing it to slip from his grasp.
"Ah, hell yeah!" He exclaimed in triumph.
"That's it, baby. Just plant those gorgeous fucking tits right on my face. Just like that, I love it." Naruto moaned in muffled ecstasy as he lay nestled in the warm, plush embrace of Hinata's breasts, which jiggled vigorously against his face, smacking him over and over again.
Her breasts were so warm, so big, and so comfy, tempting Naruto to indulge his desire to play with them. He rocked his head back and forth, reveling in the delightful sensation of her bouncing mounds against his face.
Naruto indulged in a symphony of kisses, licks, and gentle suctions with his lips, immersing himself in the delight of Hinata's pink, plump nipples.
He even went a step further, extending his tongue and allowing her erect nipples to dangle within his mouth, savoring their subtle friction against his tongue.
Amused by Naruto's antics, Hinata giggled at the adorable sight of him engrossed in playing with her breasts.
Giving her voluptuous bosom a wiggle, she further engulfed him, practically rendering his face invisible beneath her creamy, pale breasts. Only his black spiky hair peeked out, gliding along her soft skin and creating a tickling sensation.
"Fuck yeah, rub 'em on me, baby. I just love it when those gorgeous tits of yours bounce right off my fucking face," Naruto growled, evoking another playful giggle from Hinata.
She watched him, attuned to the gradual raspiness in his breathing.
With a mischievous smirk, she engaged in the playful act of withdrawing her breasts from his face, granting him a moment to catch his breath before pressing them back down, smothering him once again.
Each time she lowered her bosom, his blue eyes gleamed with happiness, reflecting his pleasure at her delightful act of enveloping him with the plumpness of her breasts.
It was a sight that brought Hinata equal satisfaction.
And amid her playtime with Naruto, he never once put a stop to his ruthless pounding.
His stamina was always impressive, a trait among countless others that Hinata cherished about him. He could pound her for hours, never once missing a beat, or slowing down.
No.
He can keep that sweet tempo just the same, just the way she loves until she reaches her climax again and again.
And this time, was no different.
Once more, he was gracing her with that tremendous stamina she knew and love, by continuously working that fat cock of his in and out of her pussy, keeping her womb nice and pounded, her g-spot stimulated, and her hole filled.
It felt incredibly pleasurable, to the point where she lost control over her facial expressions.
Her lavender eyes rolled and crossed, her tongue broke free from her mouth and wagged in the air, numerous strong spasms rushing forth to crash with full force in her body, settling right in her gut as an ever-growing ache.
Such an ache steadily grew stronger, with each thrust that Naruto emitted, each time his cock flooded into her insides; she felt that ache grow like a fire building.
She certainly knew what that meant.
Hinata squealed, "Oh fuck yes! Fuck this pussy, Naruto-kun. Fuck me!" Her body convulsed even more, as if entering a state of shock.
"Ahh, I-I'm gonna cum!"
"Fuck yeah, cum! Cum all over this dick, baby." Naruto groaned between her breasts.
Even though he could barely breathe, smothered by her massive mounds, Naruto felt like the happiest man—hell, the luckiest man on her earth. If it weren't for Hinata's breasts covering his face, the wide, childish grin on his face would have been exposed.
He was happy.
Happy in Hinata's arms once again.
He could feel her.
He could feel that pussy of hers tightening, twitching, and trembling as Hinata neared her very first orgasm for the night, one of many he was going to guarantee. Her body spasmed more on top of him now, spasming out of control.
But Naruto wished to raise the bar.
He aimed to make Hinata's night, to rock her fucking world, just as he knew she would do for him by the night's end.
So, he wholeheartedly embraced his newfound idea, forging ahead at full speed.
With a subtle movement of his hand, he guided his fingers into the crevice of her ass. And in that instant, he pushed his middle finger deep inside of her second hole, bestowing upon her a unique experience of profound fullness and intense penetration of both her holes.
Hinata climaxed right on the spot.
In a burst of joy, the midnight blue-haired cyberwoman emitted a piercing squeal, causing her body to jolt upward.
Unintentionally, her bouncing breasts shifted away from Naruto's face, providing him with a moment to catch his breath.
He took a deep inhale, his muscular chest rising and falling, but he didn't pause his thrusting.
He continued, even guiding his finger in and out of her tight asshole, lifting one asscheek to create more room for himself.
"Yes, open those holes up for me, baby. Just like that."
Hinata let out a cry, rocking her hips in rhythm with the thick cock and finger penetrating her, her love juices gushing out like a faucet, splattering everywhere.
The juices trickled down Naruto's thighs and across his sculpted abdomen, but he paid no mind.
Hinata thoroughly drenched them both, and he allowed her to ride out her climax until every last drop of her essence was released, leaving her pussy walls in a trembling, sensitive mess.
Just when he thought to continue, Hinata surprised him with different plans.
She pushed his chest, a signal for him to halt his thrusting. He obeyed, withdrawing his finger from her asshole, just as she sought to cup his chin, maintaining a firm grip.
Naruto let out a groan as she rewarded him with a lick along his whiskered cheek, "Mmm, that was incredible, a fantastic start, my love. You made me cum," She purred, swaying her hips, "made me all soaking wet too. But now," She continued, extending her tongue to lick along his lips, eliciting a deep moan from him.
Hinata smirked, "I want those lips of yours to eat me out." She breathed before pulling his chin a bit to open his mouth, to let loose his tongue. She gave his wet appendage a lick with her own.
"Mmm, and I want that tongue deep inside of me. I want you to lick me clean." She moaned, squinting her eyes and biting her lip, a seductive look that made Naruto's dick twitch profusely.
He certainly loved the sound of that.
The black-haired cyber male released a deep, sultry moan, the kind that cascaded from his mouth like velvet, a seductive melody caressing the air.
That was all he needed to hear, the only command he needed to hop on board.
How the hell can he say no to that?
A seductive smirk gradually appeared on Naruto's lips, and in the blink of an eye, Hinata found her world spinning as he rolled her off him.
Her back was now firmly pressed against the couch, and her legs were thrown up high in the air by his strong hands.
"Mmm, your wish is at my command, my naughty girl. Leave it to me to get you all cleaned up."
Hinata let out a giggle in response, "Hah, you always manage to get that mouth of yours in places it doesn't belong, huh." She teased, biting her lip as Naruto positioned himself between her open legs. "Just like those hands too, dorobō."
"Oh, my sweet angel," Naruto laughed, "You know that's my specialty."
Hinata giggled once more, but the sound was abruptly silenced when she felt the warm sensation of Naruto's lips crashing against her overly sensitive pussy.
His head was pushed between her thighs, his hands scooping underneath to keep them firmly within reach, ensuring she remained perfectly still for him.
Not that she had any intention of going anywhere.
In fact, Hinata thrust one hand down, delving into Naruto's black strands to secure his head in place and maintain the exact position, with her pussy in his mouth.
She watched him as he watched her, his nose nestled just within the crack of her pussy, hovering over her clitoris. His tongue, however, went to town on those lovely pink folds of hers, lapping in between them with fervor.
Hinata squealed in delight, her legs quivering in the air as her body experienced a surge of spasms and tingles under the influence of Naruto's rapid tongue, which found every sensitive spot between her thighs, intimately aware of their locations by heart.
He lapped against her sensitive folds, and the entrance of her vagina, two areas that quivered like no tomorrow under Naruto's might.
The room was once again filled with the naughty symphony of their fuck session, featuring the sounds of slurping, squealing, and deep moaning as its exclusive contributors.
Naruto moaned deeply into Hinata's core, his own eyes rolling from the taste of her juices coating his tongue.
With every lick, stroke, and suck, his taste buds were tantalized by a flavor as pure and sweet as nectar, with a hint of tanginess, much like Hinata herself.
This special taste alone kindled a hunger within him, urging him to lap harder, faster, and deeper.
Hinata squealed as Naruto abruptly lifted his head, enclosing his lips around her clitoris and delivering a deep suck, capturing it within the warmth of his mouth.
Taking it a step further, he flicked his tongue back and forth against it, repeatedly striking it with the tip of his appendage in rapid succession. And he watched, with the slight tilt of his head, as Hinata came undone.
He witnessed her convulsing like a madwoman against the couch, her legs quivering like a leaf in a hurricane—in fact, every part of her body shook.
Her mouth hung wide open, and her beautiful tongue extended, free from its confines, dancing in the air.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck!" She let out several hisses, her moans emanating from the depths of her chest. Her free hand scrambled back to claw at the couch, digging her nails inside the fabric as an expression of her heightened passion.
Naruto hummed, providing her bud with a bit more suction with his mouth before releasing it with a loud plop.
He licked his lips, "Heh, you like that shit, huh?" He bent forward, granting her twitching pussy a kiss.
From his position on his knees, he looked up at her, admiring the expression of love that adorned her stunning features.
He groaned, "Oh baby, you look so goddamn beautiful. You always make the most gorgeous faces when I eat you out."
"Gah!" Hinata exclaimed in a breathless fit, You're always so fucking good at it, holy shit."
She cursed, nodding her head down to her legs, "Now hold my fucking legs down and make me take it. Make me-ahh!!"
Hinata didn't have to tell him twice.
Faster than the speed of light, Naruto pushed her legs farther back, spreading them wider until they were pressed against her head and the fabric of the couch. And with her in such a position, he worked against her harder.
He widened his mouth, enveloping her folds with its warmth in one fluid motion. He clamped down on her lower lips, slipping his tongue out and delving straight inside of her pussy, where he explored to his heart's content.
"Yes! Yes, stick that tongue straight into me! Just like that!" Hinata squealed in approval, nodding her head like a lunatic, her braid tossling about, along her shoulder and breasts.
She practically melted into the crevice of the couch, her chest rising and falling as it was compressed between her folded legs, firmly held down by her lover's large, veiny hands.
Hinata was lost in ecstasy, transported to another realm, continually moaning and arching her back toward the ceiling, reveling in sensations she hoped would never end.
In response, Naruto moaned, relishing the confirmation from Hinata's screams that he was satisfying her just right.
In fact, he began to release moans within her as he delved into her constricted depths, sending intense tingling sensations to ripple from her toes to her head.
Her legs trembled more intensely, her tremors doubling even further especially when his tongue suddenly began to dart in and out of her like a rocket, vigorously tongue-fucking her pussy.
Naruto skillfully moved his tongue in and out of her tight walls, which attempted to constrict and challenge his intrusion.
However, much like Hinata herself, such tight walls were an apparent stronghold, but with the proper guidance, and the proper touch, one could be allowed inside, to explore its hidden depths within—the soft, tender essence that lay beneath the surface.
It was undoubtedly a delight for Naruto to feel those tight muscles of hers yielding to his command, gradually parting wider and wider to accommodate his tongue. This allowed him to slide his wet appendage even deeper inside, exploring and claiming every inch of her insides for himself.
For Hinata, it was undoubtedly an experience of sheer ecstasy—a sensation that ranked among the most sublime feelings in the entire world.
Hinata could only scream, screaming to the ceiling above her in pure ecstasy, pure unadulterated ecstasy.
At this moment, this very fucking moment, such joy was expressed so proudly from Hinata, so proudly it was a sight for sore eyes.
Her face showed it all.
Her moans showed it all.
Her body, the way it thrashed around, kicked, and spasmed, showed it all.
And her pussy... showed it all.
It was a beautiful moment, so very beautiful.
Before long, Naruto was met with a mouthful of her cum, the cord inside of her snapping and her floodgates bursting open, releasing all her pent-up desire in waves.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Hinata came over and over again inside his mouth, and Naruto vigorously tried his utmost best to follow the orders he was given and lick her clean.
But how can he when she was constantly making a mess?
Naruto continued at it regardless, persisting until his tongue grew numb, covered in her juices, his breath became shallow, and his eyes blurred from the exertion.
Undeterred, the black-haired cyber male carried on, following Hinata's explicit instructions, delivering long, thorough licks that traversed from her asshole to her clitoris.
Every inch between her thighs was touched and coated with his saliva, prompting Hinata to explode in pleasure once more.
Her eyes crossed, her extended hand gripping the fabric of the couch harder, holding onto it for dear life.
"H-Holy shit, that feels so fucking good. You have no idea," The dark blue-haired cyberwoman mewled, keeping her gaze fixed on Naruto between her legs as he pleasured her.
He responded with a smirk, releasing his tight hold on her right leg to give her pussy a light pop. He chuckled, delighting in the way she jumped.
"Mmm, what a naughty girl you are, cumming so many times. You just have no control, do you?"
"Nope, none," Hinata breathed with a giggle, shrugging her shoulders, "Why hold back when letting go is so much more fun, hm?" She asked naughtily, tilting her head.
Her lavender eyes followed Naruto as he began to drag his lips away from her pussy to her inner thighs, and then up her legs.
He snickered, planting a kiss on her skin, "Hah, look at that. You know how to have fun after all," He breathed before showering her limbs with more kisses.
Extending his spine, he traced a line with his lips up her leg, kissing every last inch of her.
He cursed, breathing his warm breath against her skin, "Fuck, I missed this," he whispered, dropping another kiss on Hinata's leg, a little further up the knee.
Hinata shuddered, tingling.
Naruto glanced up at her, a deep longing flashing in his eyes. "I missed you," He whimpered, "so, so fucking bad."
After uttering those words, Naruto lowered his head, pursing his lips, demonstrating just how much he yearned for her.
He pressed his lips on her soft flesh, moaning.
His kisses conveyed a profound sense of longing and worship, each one a testament to how much he missed and cherished every inch of Hinata. He left many all over her—along her inner thighs, her legs, and even her heeled boots.
He seemed to worship every part of her, down to her very feet, as if he would gladly worship the ground she walked on.
His kisses embodied his love, serving as the key to his happiness, redemption, and the very essence of love itself.
Hinata was the woman of his dreams, the woman he yearned for each passing day, the one who ruled his dreams and daydreams alike.
Even when they had to part ways, Naruto held onto the image of Hinata in his mind, a vivid presence that never left him.
The kisses he left were more than mere affection; they were gestures of worship, appreciation, and a silent plea, whispering:
"Feel my longing, for I never want you to leave again."
Hinata's eyes widened as she locked eyes with Naruto, becoming entranced by his gaze.
Her heart skipped several beats, and suddenly, her entire world shifted.
Naruto's actions spoke louder than words, leaving a profound impact on Hinata.
His intense blue eyes conveyed emotions that penetrated deep into her soul, resonating with a power that left her breathless.
His kisses, gentle imprints of love on her skin, emitted warmth throughout her cybernetic body, enveloping her heart and rejuvenating her soul.
In Naruto's gaze, Hinata found a sanctuary she had never known.
His eyes held an unwavering warmth that defied the shadows of her past, a gaze untainted by fear or persecution.
Unlike others who saw her as a mere weapon, Naruto regarded her with a profound understanding, acknowledging the strength and vulnerability within her.
His look was a reflection of acceptance, a recognition of her autonomy and the agency to make her own choices.
To Naruto, she was not a tool to be wielded but a person deserving of love, care, and the freedom to be herself.
In Naruto's eyes, she felt human.
His gaze seemed to penetrate beyond the scars and the darkness that lay within her, and instead, recognized the empowered woman she truly was.
When Naruto looked at her with that stupid, childish grin of his, the one that always could make her blush, it was a carefree gaze that conveyed a profound truth–he found happiness in her, just as she found happiness in him.
They needed one another and cared for one another.
Together, they constituted a harmonious whole, serving as each other's guiding light amid darkness, playing the roles of hero and heroine in narratives that would otherwise be tragic.
In those clandestine moments, they discovered a sanctuary in each other, a connection that surpassed the barriers attempting to keep them apart.
No one, absolutely no one, had the power to thaw Hinata's cold heart quite like Naruto.
He possessed the unique ability to reach into the depths of the dark abyss and pull her into the light, unveiling the goodness that the harsh world could offer despite its adversities and restrictions.
Naruto taught her how to care, how to love, how to be vulnerable, and most importantly, how to feel.
As Naruto uttered sweet nothings, the very kind Hinata always clung to even during those cold, somber nights when she was soaked in blood, surrounded by lifeless bodies, left alone in the silence of the night, she was granted a hope to hold on to, a twinkle of faith that she was not a complete monster if she was able to be granted the kind of love Naruto showers her.
As he kissed her body, taking the time to lavish every part of her—every limb, every inch of skin, both flesh and cybernetic, the very limbs designed for taking lives—Hinata felt each kiss transform her, enhancing her beauty and making her feel truly special.
His actions spoke volumes, and in that moment, a tear streamed down Hinata's cheek, tracing a path down her chin and chest. It was a tear of overwhelming emotion, a final release of pent-up feelings.
In that vulnerable moment, she too, shared with Naruto what had weighed on her heart for so long. She whispered it to him.
"I missed you too, Naruto-kun, so, so badly, my love."
Hinata croaked, lowering her legs and body to maneuver herself closer to her lover, "Oh kami, I love you so much, Naruto-kun."
"I love you too, Hinata-chan." Naruto whispered, his cheeks soon cradled by Hinata's hands, their lips desperately seeking connection.
As their lips collided once again, for what felt like the umpteenth time tonight, it sent a spark coursing through both of them once more, akin to the eruption of fireworks in the night sky.
Once more, Hinata took the lead in the kiss, letting out a moan as she relished the sweet and slightly tangy taste of herself on Naruto's lips.
The exchange of saliva and the essence of her sweet but tangy love juices, a mixture of passion and desire, heightened the heat between them, setting their cores ablaze.
Their moans echoed as they eagerly wrapped their arms around each other, reveling in the sensation of their bodies pressed together.
The kiss deepened, a dance of lips and tongues intertwining in a heated exchange.
Each moment became a precious instance seized in the forbidden intimacy they shared, making the most of every second they could steal away for themselves.
The room transformed into a sanctuary of desire for them both. The air was thick with the heat of their longing, infused with the remnants of the scent of sex, Hinata's alluring perfume, and Naruto's icy cologne.
Remnants of their passionate encounter, a blend of their sweat, further enveloped them in a cocoon of shared intimacy, creating an atmosphere that lingered with the aftermath of their forbidden liaison.
The soft glow of ambient lighting of the ongoing city through the room's window accentuated the contours of their entwined naked bodies, casting shadows that danced off of the walls.
Every corner of the room bore witness to the unspoken language of their love, from the smacking of their lips to the rhythmic creaking of the couch beneath them, even their intertwined breaths and the occasional, muted moans that escaped their mouths.
Soon enough, however, Naruto and Hinata reluctantly pulled apart, a delicate strand of saliva lingered momentarily, connecting their lips before succumbing to the gentle force of separation.
Both of them were left breathless, their chests rising and falling in sync with the fading echoes of their heated exchange.
Their lips now bore the subtle imprint of each other's fervor. A rosy tint adorned their cheeks, and the two were caught in a daze, evidence of the intense kiss that had just partaken in; a reaction they always felt.
Naruto panted, a chuckle letting forth as he raced his eyes over the beautiful woman before him. He bit his lip, "I don't want to leave you, Hinata-chan."
"Then don't." Hinata breathed, with a shake of her head...
"I want to fuck you some more-"
"Then do it." Hinata blurted out, breathing the command against his lips, "Fuck me more. Fuck me all night long, Naruto-kun. There is absolutely nothing in this world that can stop us now."
And that, was all that needed to be said, to have the two back at it again.
Naruto leaped upward to grab Hinata by the hips, sliding her buttocks slightly off of the couch, setting her in the perfect position so she can be plowed nice and deep by his cock.
He watched in glee as she giggled due to his sudden action of repositioning her, her fingers scrambling downward to spread her pussy wide for him, stretching it open.
Hinata then gave him a seductive look, lavender eyes squinted, bottom lip bitten, and her cheeks rosy red.
It was a sight that screamed, she was ready to be fucked.
And Naruto didn't hesitate to fulfill her desire. Both their desires.
He let out a groan in glee, before propping his leg up onto the couch, raising himself, and then he took hold of his erection.
And with that, he plunged deep inside her once more.
It was only then that marked the beginning of another round, one of many more to follow throughout the night.
Amidst it all, they reveled in every kiss, every moan, every thrust, and every climax, longing for time to freeze.
They both were reluctant to part ways and step beyond the confines of the very room they shared together, back into the reality they had to face.
If they were to ever leave, they'd have to don the masks they wore for the world—a facade of enmity.
Thus, they clung to each other, treasuring every second, every moment, unwilling to let go.
Not now.
Not ever.
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Notes:
A.N.
I hope you enjoyed!
That's the end of this one-shot, end of part 2!
You all, I am having so much fun writing these Nhmonth oneshots, you have no idea. I just hate how long is taking me to finish them all, and the fact that Nhmonth23 is almost over. But, I will get what I can out before the event is over, and I will be getting the rest of the Nhmonth content out afterwards. No doubt.
Also, I want to emphasize yet AGAIN, that I had soooo much fun writing this cyberpunk one-shot, it's crazy. The entire cyberpunk AU and vibe, Hinata's badass personality, her as a bounty hunter, and more dominant were so much fun! I even enjoyed writing a more smoother and playful Naruto, him and his spiky black hair! You all, you have no idea the struggle I had at times.I was having an urge to write "spiky blonde hair." haha!
I can go on and on about how much I enjoyed writing this AU. And as you can imagine, I gotta come back to it in the future, and revisit it somehow, just for my own sake, haha.
But enough rambling, I hope you enjoyed! I still have more one-shots up my sleeve, and so I want to finish 2023 strong!
Don't forget to comment and leave kudos!
And as always, take care!
Powerful_Niya
Chapter 29: ❦𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬❦
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The very idea of stepping into a gym has always been intimidating for Hinata, with its bustling crowds and the watchful gazes of others.However, driven by the goal of getting fit, she finds support from her best friend, Sakura, leading her into the capable hands of Naruto Uzumaki, a highly skilled personal trainer.
With Naruto's guidance, Hinata feels like she's finally on track to achieve her goals, both physical and personal.
Yet, as their relationship evolves with each training session, Hinata can't help but wonder if their relationship is becoming something more than just professional.
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Notes:
Hey, everyone! It's been a while since I updated this collection, but I'm back with a two-part oneshot for the Nhmonth event that literally happened ages ago, I know, lol. I'm aiming now only to finish the prompts I have left that I wanted to write for this event. I have a couple I still need to write. I have finished writing a few, so I will be updating much more.
This one-shot, however, let me tell ya, I am totally obsessed.
I've got a personal trainer/gym AU for you all.
I swear, writing this one-shot was so much fun, as you can see since it had to be split into two parts. It's pretty steamy, but also super chill at the same time. I did a ton of research and really dove deep into this gym AU. (I may have gone a little overboard, but hey, that's nothing new.)
I really hope you all enjoy.
Don't forget to leave kudos, and comments. Tell me what you think!
Also, forgot to add. I'm not sure many saw but this oneshot was mentioned in a poll I posted on Tumblr.
(My Tumblr is: https://powerful-niya. /?source=share - btw)
The Tumblr poll game was basically list ridiculous premises for your wips and the one I put for this one was: "Work you out? No, I wanna work you out." - Naruto.
Hehe, just felt like adding that.
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December 19th: Sports or Gym AU + "I made a mistake but I love you."
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Regular Tags: Affirmations • Angst • Body Acceptance • Body Appreciation • Body Positivity • December 19 • December 31 • Feel Good • Fitness Journey • Forbidden Love • Gym AU • Gym Anxiety • Gym Romance • Humor • Love & Fitness • Mutual Pining • Misunderstandings • Mixed Signals • Modern AU • New Beginnings • Nhmonth • Nhmonth23 • Personal Trainer • Power Differences • Public • Self-Discovery • Sexy Naruto • Shy Hinata • Touchy-Feely Romance • Trainer X Trainee • Unexpected Love • Unrequited Love • Working Out • 2023 •
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Breaking Boundaries
"I shouldn't have done this," Hinata muttered to herself, her voice barely audible over the bustling activity of the gym she found herself in.
It was a place she had never truly been a part of, an outsider peering into a world she had never dared to enter before.
The gym.
Hinata shook her head.
What was she thinking?
Rapidly, like a schizophrenic patient, her lavender eyes darted hesitantly across the area, cringing at the sight of numerous bodies of all sizes–scattered throughout the place.
Her gaze swept over the multitude of people, each one deeply engrossed in their workout routine, contributing to the rhythmic ebb and flow of the gym's energy.
The people here, sporting wide ranges of colorful fitness gear, moved with a comfort and ease that she envied, effortlessly blending into the hustle and bustle of the gym without a single worry in sight.
Conversations merged into a low murmur, punctuated by the occasional clank of weights, the whir of exercise machines, and random music from someone's headphones nearby.
The air was thick with the unmistakable scent of sweat, enveloping her like a heavy blanket, each breath saturated with the pungent aroma. It clung to her slightly dewy skin, mingling with the heat radiating from the bodies all around her.
To say Hinata was overwhelmed would be an understatement; nerves currently coursed through her so intensely that she felt like she was seconds away from barfing.
She felt queasy.
The gym was so packed!
Hinata wasn't one for crowded spaces, but the thought of pushing herself through intense public workouts amidst all the hustle and bustle of a crowd definitely takes the cake.
All those people.
All those eyes.
Watching her.
She shuddered.
Let's just say, going to the gym has never been on the top of her bucket list.
Hinata smacked her forehead in frustration.
Then, why did she choose to listen to Sakura?
Why did she actually go through with her advice?
When Hinata expressed the desire to kickstart the new year by shedding a bit of weight and getting fit, she hadn't anticipated finding herself in a packed gym, surrounded by sweaty bodies, waiting, what seemed like an eternity for her new personal trainer.
No way.
"Yep, this is a bad idea." Hinata groaned, feeling the very reason she had dreaded coming to the gym materializing all around her.
"Oh no, you don't! You're not backing out, Hinata-chan. I've done wayyy too much for you to chicken out and leave now."
Sakura Haruno.
Hinata's best friend.
The pink-haired woman's voice burst through the phone pressed against Hinata's ear, shattering the brief silence that had settled on her end.
Her voice startled Hinata, only adding to the anxiety that practically permeated every inch of her being.
Anxiously, the midnight blue-haired woman began to bounce her leg up and down, her eyes continuously scanning the area.
She occupied a sad, empty cushioned chair tucked away in a corner of one of the gym's lounge areas, her fitness bag and water bottle claiming the seat beside her.
Hinata shook her head, her messy bun growing even messier.
"D-Demo-"
"No buts, Hinata-chan! There's nothing to worry about, it's just nerves. You'll be fine, I promise."
Hinata let out a whimper, surveying the crowded gym once again. Yet, no matter how many times she glanced around, the feeling of being out of place lingered, refusing to go away.
She bit her lip nervously, "I-I don't know, Sakura-chan."
"Hinata-chan, you've got to stay focused and keep your eyes on the prize, girl. Aren't you determined to achieve those New Year's goals you keep pestering yourself about?"
Sakura's encouraging voice bombarded Hinata with questions, urging her on.
"And what about working towards that healthier lifestyle you've always wanted, huh?"
"H-Hai, demo..." Hinata hesitated, her thoughts muddled.
"You want to get toned up, don't ya? Wanna get snatched?
"W-Well yes, that's, um, one way of putting it..."
"Okay then! Just imagine all the attention you'll get from men when you finally get that body all plump and fit. You'll have them lining up for you, even more than they already do-"
"Sakura-chan!" Hinata protested, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks due to Sakura's bold and certainly unexpected comment.
A mischievous giggle bubbled from Sakura's lips from her end of the phone, the sound teasing and light-hearted, as she relished in Hinata's reaction.
Hinata shook her head, "Y-You know th-that's certainly not what I want!"
On that remark, Sakura's giggle tapered off into a chuckle, clearly hearing the embarrassment in her best friend's tone.
"Relax, Hinata-chan, I'm just messing with you."
Sakura spoke, her tone softer now, trying to ease Hinata's embarrassment.
There was a brief pause before Sakura's voice arose again.
"You did check in at the front desk, didn't you?
Hinata nodded nervously, stammering, "H-Hai. I-I checked in-"
"Then there's nothing to worry about! Just take it easy until your personal trainer arrives. You'll really appreciate it once he does."
Sakura quipped, the excitement in her voice evident. She made sure to stress the word "really" in that sentence.
"The trainer I've set you up with is seriously top-notch—he was actually recommended by my own trainer. He's seriously amazing, gets five-star ratings, and he really looks out for his clients. I'm sure he'll take great care of you too, Hinata-chan!"
Hinata hummed, intrigued, to say the least.
With Sakura's words, they actually managed to alleviate the weight of anxiety from Hinata's shoulders.
Momentarily anyway.
A glimmer of relief washed over the midnight blue-haired woman as she sat and mulled over Sakura's assurance.
For a fleeting moment, Hinata permitted herself to entertain the hope that everything would turn out fine, that she was indeed in capable hands.
She desperately wanted to believe in Sakura, and in her words, to cling onto the reassurance she offered.
She tried to fight the anxiety.
She tried to fight the doubt.
She tried to push down those annoying feelings with all of her might.
But she couldn't keep them down for long.
Because just as she tried...
Just as she tried to think positive, other plaguing thoughts began to creep into her mind.
The most prominent one being the lingering issue at hand:
Her late personal trainer.
Once again, doubt and uncertainty came flooding back in, gnawing at her confidence and relief. And before she knew it, her mood shifted once again, simmering irritation bubbling up within her.
Now, she was annoyed.
Hinata couldn't help but feel as if her emotions were fluctuating as wildly as those of a pregnant woman, leaving her feeling completely disoriented.
She just wanted to go home.
Hinata gave her head another shake, her lavender eyes wandering around the gym yet again.
"I'm trying to believe you, Sakura-chan, I really am, demo..." She muttered into the phone with a groan.
"Gomen, Sakura-chan, I don't mean to offend you, but... I'm just not buying it " Hinata blurted out under her breath.
She was met with silence on the other end, so she continued.
"All the ex-excitement you're expressing about this 'mysteriously great' personal trainer doesn't convince me, especially since, let me remind you, he's running late," Hinata muttered impatiently.
"So unprofessional." She groaned under her lips.
Hinata has to be honest.
She actually harbored certain... preconceptions about personal trainers.
She actually saw them as intimidating military generals that barked constant orders at their trainees, permitted them no rest, and perhaps even pushed them past their breaking point.
It was her first experience with a personal trainer, and she wasn't quite sure what to expect.
Especially since her trainer is male!
It was all Sakura's fault.
She set her up—specifically assigning her a male personal trainer and deliberately not accompanying Hinata to the gym in person.
It was Sakura's idea of "treating her" to something nice for a change, but Hinata perceived it as nothing more than a tease, a curse, some form of punishment!
Sakura certainly knew that Hinata had always struggled with interacting with boys; now, as a woman, men were no exception.
Hinata hasn't dated anyone since high school, where she fooled around, experienced her firsts, and participated in all the awkward things typical of teenagers—experiences that, as an adult, tends to come back and haunt.
She blushed in embarrassment at the many memories that came to mind.
Now, as a woman, a busy woman to be exact, actively functioning with a demanding schedule in her daily work life, it seems she has neglected intimacy for so long that she doesn't even know how to approach men anymore.
She was a complete klutz around them, always making a fool of herself, stumbling over her words, and just being a total embarrassment to both herself and everyone around.
Now, with the knowledge that her initial trainer would be a man, possibly examining her body as she exercised, touching her, talking to her, only intensified the overwhelming feelings she felt. Such feelings tore her up inside and threatened to make her want to just drop everything and run straight out of the gym.
If not that...
Then, Hinata was certain she might faint.
She whipped her head up once more, scanning the expansive area, shifting her gaze beyond equipment and moving bodies.
"Ugh, where could he be?"
As if things couldn't get any worse, and her nerves couldn't intensify further, Hinata has been seated in the same spot for forty minutes now. Not once has she laid eyes on her personal trainer, at least, not the man that matches the description Sakura provided.
Blonde hair.
Blue eyes.
Sexy as hell.
Hinata rolled her eyes.
She was well-acquainted with her best friend's tendencies, almost an expert on them given their long history together.
Having known Sakura for just about her entire life and regarding her as an older sister figure, Hinata knew that Sakura could over-exaggerate at times and, not only that, but also be quite over the top.
Yes, she was pretty proactive, Hinata has gotta give her credit for that.
Initially, she actually recommended Hinata her regular spot in Tokyo—Konoha Sports Club—to get her into the gym.
But Sakura didn't stop there.
She went above and beyond by securing a personal trainer for Hinata and adding her to her gym membership plan, generously covering all the expenses for her fitness plan.
Once again, Hinata couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Typical Sakura, always so over the top.
For months, Sakura had been on Hinata's case about joining the gym, pushing her to quit hiding in the comfort of her home, to just give up on all those failed attempts to work out using her TV.
But given Hinata's clear disinclination, the gym wasn't exactly her comfort zone, and the idea of having a male personal trainer didn't align with her usual preferences.
Nevertheless, against all odds, Hinata found herself here, in the gym.
Her New Year's resolutions were now on the brink of transforming from mere overly optimistic thoughts dismissed on a day-to-day basis—into tangible reality.
Hinata groaned.
Yippee.
But... with her personal trainer nowhere in sight, she started to see it as a sign—an opportunity to rethink her rather bold decision.
Initially, she had doubts, but now she was finally giving in to those... doubts.
Hinata sighed, lifting her hips from her seat, "Ah well, he didn't show. I guess that means I'm leaving now-"
"No, no, no! Don't you dare!"
"Why not, Sakura-chan," Hinata snapped, flopping back down in her seat, "Obviously, the personal trainer you've recommended isn't top-notch, or he'd be here—on time." Hinata snapped.
She shook her head in frustration, her patience worn thin.
At this point, her lips began to move almost involuntarily, frustration blinding her to her surroundings. Words began to just slip out of her mouth now.
"Besides, isn't working here at the gym his job? Shouldn't he be here instead of slacking off-"
"Hi... nata Hyuga?"
Hinata's words came to an abrupt halt, as did her entire world, as an unfamiliar husky voice broke through her concentration, interrupting her phone call and well, her entire train of thought.
Hinata's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly whipped her head toward the culprit who called her name.
To her surprise, she found herself gazing into the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
It was a man.
But not any ordinary man.
From the instant Hinata set her eyes upon him, she found herself breathless.
The male newcomer bore a resemblance to a living, breathing statue. No, scratch that.
He looked like a model plucked from the glossy pages of the gym magazines prominently featured throughout the establishment.
A professional hottie.
And there he stood, towering above her.
He stared back at her, and she stared back at him.
At that moment, as their eyes met, it seemed as though time momentarily stood still for both of them, and the commotion of the gym faded into the distance, reduced to nothing more than background noise.
Hinata's lavender eyes remained fixed on the man before her, carefully observing the nuances of his features.
The stranger's hair was a vibrant shade of blonde, like that of sunlit wheat fields.
It was spiky too, each spike standing with confident defiance, outlining his whiskered cheeks, strong jawline, and even perfectly complementing his sun-kissed tan complexion.
Blonde hair.
His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue, glimmered with a touch of curiosity as he peered down at her, exuding a warmth that caused Hinata's breath to hitch.
Blue eyes.
Hinata found herself unable to resist marveling at the handsome stranger standing before her.
Her eyes attentively traced the details of his appearance, from the subtle smirk gracing his lips to the sleeveless black muscle shirt that literally hugged his toned body like a second skin.
His pecs and eight-pack were clearly visible through the black fabric, each contour coming together to resemble a washboard along his abdomen that seemed to sink in with every powerful breath he took.
She couldn't help but let her eyes wander lower, but what she saw there nearly caused her to faint.
Oh my kami.
Hinata noticed it right away.
The bulge.
The bulge in his shorts.
The generously sized, mega bulge found in his shorts, where his cock...
Hinata cleared her throat.
She meant his penis, was constrained, tucked away from view.
The major hunk of flesh protruded noticeably, resting along his right thigh in his shorts. His mighty companion created a noticeable bulge that asserted its presence proudly through the black fabric of his fitness attire.
Hinata had to remind herself to close her mouth, and stray her eyes away to avoid looking like a pervert.
The blonde was packing.
Seriously.
Not to mention, he smelled really good too.
Hinata could distinctly smell the sandalwood cologne that enveloped her nostrils the moment he stepped before her.
The scent bore rich wood essences, much like luxurious woods such as bark or pine cones.
His cologne was subtle, not overwhelming at all, yet it exuded a warm, lasting presence in the air between them.
Very masculine.
Hinata also observed the orange duffel bag he had slung along his shoulder, which slipped down his frame, following his every moment.
She even noticed that he was currently holding his phone, one large hand cupped around its base, making the device seem tiny in his grasp.
Sexy.
As.
Hell.
It's him.
Her trainer.
"Oh my kami," Hinata whispered, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
The realization of the descriptions Sakura had provided hit her hard, and she found herself utterly captivated by the living embodiment of those words; right there, standing before her.
And as the initial shock subsided, Hinata couldn't escape the immense regret welling up within her as she remembered the less-than-flattering words she had uttered just seconds ago–words that the attractive blonde male standing before her most definitely heard.
A snicker escaped Sakura on the other line, relishing the silence.
"I take it by your abrupt silence, he's here, huh? What did I tell ya? He's fine as hell, isn't he?"
Another snicker escaped her.
"You're welcome, bestie. I hope you enjoy-"
"Eeek! M-My trainer is h-here now, so byeee!" Hinata blurted out in a nervous fit before hurriedly tapping the hang-up button with her thumb, removing the phone from her ear, and tucking it into her yoga pants pocket.
Her gaze snapped up to the blonde male before her, catching him chuckling in response to her flusteredness.
Her lavender eyes widened, and she swiftly rose to a stand, "Oh my kami. G-Gomen, I didn't mean to s-say..." She cut herself off, covering her eyes with her hands, shaking her head.
"Oh kami, this is so embarrassing."
Another chuckle escaped the blonde, a hearty one that caused his chest to rumble.
His deep chuckle, along with the smooth richness of his voice, sent a barrage of shivers racing through Hinata's body, like a machine gun firing into her flesh.
The sound of his laughter hung in the air, teasingly so, intensifying the crimson blush that spread across her cheeks with each passing second.
Hinata peeked at him through the spaces between her fingers, attempting to hide the effect his captivating voice had on her.
His voice was so sexy!
Kami, she's not gonna make it.
The spiky-haired blonde shook his head, gesturing dismissively.
"Ah, don't sweat it, love."
Placing his free hand on his chest, he gave it a pat. However, Hinata couldn't help but focus her attention on his hardened nipples poking through his shirt.
'Oh my kami! Why are male nipples so hot!' She thought in a hysterical fit.
Hinata stole another quick glance lower, a mere shift of her lavender irises, and caught sight of his bulge once more.
'Oh gosh, why is his cock sooo huge?' She shook her head.
'Scratch that, kami, just why is this man so hot?!?'
She screeched constantly in her head, her cheeks burning crimson, and her senses going into overdrive.
But the male didn't seem to notice.
He went on.
"I should be the one apologizing to you," The blonde remarked, gesturing toward her, watching as her fingers dropped from her face upon his declaration.
"I never meant to keep you waiting or upset you. I'm afraid I couldn't exactly... find you. The client that assigned you to me," He glanced down at his phone again.
"Sa..ku..ra Haru..no."
He sounded out her name quite slowly, unfamiliar with it, before casting his gaze back onto her, "She sent me a picture with your hair down. So, I was looking all over this entire gym for a version of you with your hair down—a total doozy that was, let me tell ya."
He seemed to laugh at himself, and Hinata couldn't help the slight giggle that escaped her own lips.
"Then I thought to myself, oh, why would she have her hair down in the gym; it'll make sense for it to be up. Gah, you're such a baka," He chastised himself in the midst of his explanation, giving his forehead a slap with his free hand.
He shook his head.
"I even asked the receptionist where you'd gone, but uh," He leaned in, lowering his voice, "Don't tell anyone I told you this, but..." He trailed off, glancing around as though checking for any eavesdroppers.
Hinata giggled at that.
He turned back to her, "They were a little useless," He whispered with a groan, rolling his pretty blue eyes.
"And I'm just being generous by adding in the 'little.'"
"O-Oh," Hinata exclaimed, placing one hand over her mouth to hold back another giggle.
"Were they?"
"Yeah, unfortunately." The blonde gruffed.
"Receptionist couldn't remember if your hair was blue or black, or where you even went for the matter." He scoffed, "Complete bakas, I swear, the things I have to deal with," He playfully chastised, causing Hinata to burst into laughter.
"Eventually, I saw you, and your eyes, and well, everything started to make sense, haha!" The blonde boasted, running his hand back to nervously rub his neck, a sheepish smile playing on his lips.
"It seems my instincts were right, after all."
He nodded at her hair.
"Ya got your hair up."
Hinata's blush deepened.
But she couldn't ignore the twinge of guilt that lingered now that her trainer had actually explained why he was late.
He's totally innocent.
She felt terrible for badmouthing him.
The blonde trainer clicked his tongue, "So, the moral of my long and boring story is that I completely failed at making a great first impression."
He bowed low in respect, "Gomen, love."
Hinata had to bite back a smile upon hearing his words.
'Oh, I can most certainly disagree upon that.' She thought in her head.
The blonde male's irresistible charm, the warmth of his smile, the husky timbre of his voice, his self-assured confidence, his sense of humor...that bulge–they were all it took for him to leave a great first impression in her eyes.
In the presence of these elements, Hinata instantly forgot the reasons behind her being upset and the fact that she had been waiting for forty minutes straight.
That's neither here nor there now.
Instead, she faintly smiled, and she too, bowed her head, "Oh, you mustn't apologize; I totally understand. I should for all the tr-trouble, sir-"
"Call me Naruto."
"Eh?" Hinata questioned, straightening her posture in a flash.
His smirk widened, a confident expression.
"Naruto," The spiky-haired blonde repeated, his tone easygoing, "The name's Naruto."
He straightened his posture, gracing her with a warm smile, revealing his sharp canines.
Hinata's eyes widened.
"As your new personal trainer, it's my duty to make you as comfortable as possible, so feel free to call me by my first name, no formalities required."
"O-Oh okay," Hinata nervously replied, her eyes meeting Naruto's as he extended his hand.
With a shaky gesture, she reached out, her hand clasping within his warmth for a firm handshake.
Hinata stared at the massive hand that engulfed her own, experiencing the touch of a male's hand in hers for the first time in a long time.
She fell into a trance almost instantly.
'Sooo big,' She thought in awe, gazing at her blonde trainer's hand clasped in hers, the noticeable contrast making her own petite hand nearly disappear from view.
The blonde male gently shook her hand, rocking it up and down, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Hinata-san." He greeted, but he raised an eyebrow at her silence, her gaze seemingly stuck on their interlocked hands instead of meeting his own gaze.
He tilted his head, "You are Hinata Hyuga, correct?" His gaze bore into her, seeking confirmation.
Hinata jolted from her trance by such a question, her head snapping back up to face him.
At that moment, she became acutely aware of the significant height difference between herself and her new trainer, who completely towered over her.
Standing a full head taller than her, his torso loomed above her sad 5'3" frame, putting her height to shame.
She was forced to tilt her head back considerably to meet his gaze.
Hinata reciprocated the handshake, presenting one of her own sincere smiles as well.
Her flushed cheeks rose, revealing the natural warmth of her expression, and her pearly whites.
"H-Hai, I-I'm Hinata Hyuga."
Her lavender eyes sparkled, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Naruto-san."
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"Please, follow me, Hinata-san."
Enthusiastically, Naruto guided Hinata to a secluded corner of Konoha Sports Club, reserved for personal training sessions conducted by fitness trainers.
Notably to his own dedicated area.
Or so he had told her.
Hinata slowly followed behind Naruto, her hands trembling as she clutched her water bottle, her gym bag hanging snugly over her shoulder.
With every step, the nervous knot in her stomach grew tighter, becoming almost unbearable.
She had no idea what to expect with this whole "personal trainer" ordeal, and that only served to heighten her nerves, sending her anxiety skyrocketing.
Would she manage to see her fitness journey through?
Would she find it enjoyable or despise it?
What if she ended up disliking her personal trainer? His methods? His personality? His...
Hinata glanced up at her personal trainer in front of her.
She blushed, catching a glimpse of his back muscles flexing through his muscle shirt as he walked. And right then and there, she wasn't keen on entertaining the idea of any of that happening, particularly with her disliking her new trainer.
No, that would never happen.
'I'm just being ridiculous,' Hinata thought in her head, chastising herself.
With that realization in mind, Hinata distanced herself from her thoughts altogether, and decided to move forward, concentrating solely on following her personal trainer.
Slowly, but surely, Naruto led her deeper into the gym until they reached a door that looked like the entrance to an exclusive fitness suite. The door featured a transparent glass panel, encased in dark wood with sleek, contemporary lines.
Just to the right, a square golden plate was affixed to the wall, adorned with a black engraving that read: "Naruto Uzumaki."
His name.
Naruto quickly reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out a sleek key card, swiping it against the scanner by the door.
Hinata's eyes widened slightly. Ooh, fancy.
The scanner's light changed from blue to green in the presence of Naruto's special key card, accompanied by a soft beep and a click as the lock disengaged.
With that, Naruto pushed the door open, and held it slightly ajar to allow Hinata to be the first to step inside and take in the room's contents.
"Here we are—somewhere a little private to kick things off." Naruto declared enthusiastically with a grin.
"Woah." Hinata whispered as she entered, immediately picking up on the distinct change in style from the rest of the gym. The colors shifted to a vibrant mix of orange and sleek black, clearly the theme Naruto had chosen for his fitness room.
A bold choice.
The small room was well-equipped, adorned with gym essentials such as yoga mats, yoga balls, weights, jump ropes, and various exercise machines neatly arranged around the space. Soft rhythm and blues music played in the background, creating a soothing ambiance that contrasted with the intensity of the gym outside.
The walls were decked with motivational posters featuring affirmations such as "Believe it" and "Never Give Up," serving as constant reminders of determination for anyone whose gaze fell upon them.
Also, Naruto's personal training certificate was proudly displayed on the wall, surrounded by other certificates in exercise science, fitness and health management, and physical education, in large plaques, proudly presented with his name on each of them.
Hinata gawked at them, awe-struck, the sheer magnitude of his qualifications completely blowing her away.
"W-Wow." She breathed, speechless.
Naruto grinned as his new trainee ventured deeper into his dedicated workout area in Konoha Sports Club, appreciating her smiles and whispered expressions of awe as she took everything in for the first time.
He gently closed the door behind them both, his body slipping further inside the room. A soft thud ensued, causing Hinata to turn her head and cast her gaze in Naruto's direction once more.
It was then that Hinata's attention was drawn to a sizable window next to the door, giving a clear view of the bustling gym outside. The see-through barrier not only allowed her to see all the action that was happening on the gym floor but also made her feel free and cozy, ridding her of any sense of feeling closed in.
Hinata beamed.
She liked that very much.
In fact, she liked her personal trainer's workout area very much.
No crowds.
No noises.
No distractions...
Hinata glanced back at Naruto and nearly had a nosebleed, right there on the spot.
Well, maybe there was one ...distraction.
Naruto shot her a satisfied smile from a distance, easily noticing the contentment on her rosy face.
He clasped his hands, "I take it you like what you see, eh?" He questioned, amused.
"It's pretty chill, don't ya think? Not too noisy, not too crowded, or overwhelming...I hope." He began, accompanied by a bit of playful hand movements.
"For some clients, getting into the groove of things can be pretty nerve-wracking, so I prefer to start their training here. I've found they're most comfortable in a private space like this one when starting their fitness journey, and that's what I wish for you," He explained, a friendly grin spreading across his whiskered face.
"That is, you, comfortable," He added, pushing himself forward to walk over to a designated spot further into the fitness room.
As he passed by Hinata, a rush of wind brushed against her, and once again, she caught a whiff of his sandalwood cologne. The scent hit her square in the nose, causing her knees to buckle.
She shuddered, almost feeling faint.
Honestly, it felt like a dream.
Her mind struggled to comprehend her current situation, her senses just far out of her control.
It just couldn't be real.
There was no conceivable way she had a personal trainer, especially a hot one.
There was no way she was standing in the same room, breathing the same air, or even talking to the blonde hotness before her.
Hinata's mouth watered as she watched Naruto walk, each movement causing his prominent back muscles to flex beneath his shirt. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the way his body moved.
So effortless.
So powerful and controlled.
His shorts ended just below the knee, and underneath, black compression pants extended down to his ankles.
But even through the fabric, it could not keep his powerful leg muscles hidden, bulging and straining against it, fully active due to his current movement.
His calves looked like they were chiseled out of stone, sporting pronounced, diamond-shaped muscles that bulged beneath them. His quadriceps above were equally impressive, thick, teardrop-shaped muscles flexing steadily, all pitching in to keep that sexy body of his standing tall and on the go.
His black sneakers squeaked softly against the floor, providing a rhythmic accompaniment to his fluid movements.
It was almost as if he was walking on clouds, yet there was a practiced precision in his every step.
The subtle swing of his arms, the controlled tension in his muscles, and the graceful bending of his knees all worked together seamlessly, propelling him forward with ease across the mat floor of his fitness room.
He managed to make the simple act of walking look sooo sexy, and it certainly turned Hinata inside out.
That man was a complete masterpiece.
And, Hinata was losing it.
Once again, a rush of blood tinged beneath the skin along her face, and she instinctively threw her hands up to shield her heated cheeks.
She wasn't sure how she'd manage to get through the days, trying to stay focused and workout alongside such a fine specimen, let alone maintain any sense of seriousness.
Though, he would certainly work as good motivation...
Hinata eyes widened, "Oh my kami-"
"Hinata-san, is everything alright there, love?"
The dark-haired woman snapped out of yet another trance, lowering her hands to turn her head toward the voice calling her name.
At that moment, she noticed Naruto standing beside rolled-up yoga mats and weights, further into the room.
He extended a hand toward her, having previously slung his duffle bag off his shoulder to hang it up on the row of sturdy metal hangers affixed to the wall, each one gleaming under the bright room's lights.
Now, he was reaching for her own.
Hinata flashed a cheeky grin before flinging her gym bag off her arm.
However, she couldn't quell the trembling in her hands, "Oh, I'm al-alright. Are y-you alright? I'm doing just f-fine. Why a-ask such a question? It's so strange. I'm just, just..."
Hinata found herself caught in a rambling fit, once again revealing her tendency to become a total klutz in front of a man.
She gave herself away by stumbling over her own feet, crossing the rubber tile floors as if she had momentarily forgotten how to walk, her fingers clinging to the strap of her gym bag for dear life.
Hesitantly, she handed her bag to Naruto's extended hand when close, placing it in his grasp.
But afterward, she sought to quickly bow her head, attempting to apologize for her jumbled stammers.
"G-Gomen, I am st-still trying to process everything. All of this is so new."
Drawing closer, she couldn't help but notice yet another one of those captivating smiles spreading across the new trainer's whiskered face. It was the kind of smile that seems to easily quicken her heartbeat and set her stomach aflutter.
'Oh my kami.' Hinata thought in awe, her head lifted.
Naruto dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand, seemingly unfazed. His happy-go-lucky expression never once faltered, even as he witnessed Hinata seemingly glitch like a lunatic a minute ago.
"Just relax, love." He offered.
"How about you take a deep breath? Can you do that for me?" He asked in a soothing tone, "Don't think about anything else; it seems your heart rate is already high, and we haven't even started anything yet." He acknowledged with a chuckle.
Hinata whimpered in embarrassment.
Naruto tilted his head, before he reached his hands out to grasp her shoulders.
He rubbed his hands across them gently, offering a soft smile, "Feeling nervous is completely normal, Hinata-san," He reassured, "Starting something new can be daunting for anyone. That's why it's important to take a deep breath every once in a while. It helps deal with anxiety."
He continued, sharing more insightful advice, "Remember, Hinata-san, this is your moment. You're here, which means you've already made significant progress. You've taken a step that many hesitate to take, and that's definitely something to celebrate, not to feel down about."
His hands gave her shoulders another rub, which, unbeknownst to him, seemed to have transported Hinata to another world—to heaven.
His comforting touch, the reassuring presence of his large hands along with his encouraging words, worked wonders, instantly calming her nerves.
It was an experience unlike any other.
His words were precisely what she needed to hear.
His hands were precisely what she needed to feel.
Kami.
His hands were marvelous.
Hinata was completely taken aback by his touch, feeling his hands on her body.
His fingers encircled her shoulders, the warmth of his palms seeming to engulf not just that particular area but her entire body, while his thumbs applied gentle pressure against her shoulders, targeting all the right spots to release the tension there.
Hinata sighed in bliss.
It felt so nice.
"Okay?" Naruto suddenly asked, with a warm smile.
Hinata nodded shakily, blinking her eyes fully open, "O-Okay." She voiced, breathlessly.
He nodded before releasing his hold on her shoulders. But it was then, he took a deep breath.
"Now, breathe with me."
Naruto didn't need to tell Hinata again.
She inhaled deeply, mirroring Naruto, breathing in and then slowly releasing the air.
"That's it, once more." He encouraged, "A bigger one this time."
She followed Naruto's instruction, taking an even bigger breath. Her chest tightened momentarily before releasing, cool air flowing in through her nose and then passed her lips.
Naruto beamed at her, nodding his head in encouragement.
"There you go! Awesome, Hinata-san." He complimented energetically.
"How do you feel now?"
"Better." She breathed, feeling a refreshing wave wash over her, soothing her nerves just as she needed.
"So much better."
"Good, good, good," Naruto offered his praise, providing an affirmation that Hinata didn't realize she needed. It infused a sense of warmth within her, a feel-good feeling, especially receiving praise from someone like him.
As time passed on and the more Hinata remained around Naruto, she felt her confidence grow, uplifted by Naruto's encouraging words and attentive guidance.
Additionally, her appreciation for her new personal trainer started to blossom, acknowledging not just his expertise but also the sincere care he showed her from the moment they met.
Hinata slowly began to see the genius in Sakura's plan.
She hummed, before stepping back, watching as Naruto then turned his body to hang up her bag.
Turning to face her once again, his hands now free, he placed them on his waist.
"Now, with that settled," He started off, "I have a few things I want to run down with you."
He pointed a hand around his personal fitness room, presenting the space.
"This is where your training will begin." He presented proudly.
"We'll concentrate on building strength, enhancing flexibility, increasing endurance, toning your body, and overall keeping that heart rate up as much as possible. It might seem challenging at first, but trust me, you'll be amazed at what you can achieve," He reassured her, his enthusiasm evident.
He gestured toward the rolled yoga mats, "Today, we won't dive into anything too serious. We'll start with some dynamic stretches to warm up, ya know, loosen our bodies up a bit." He emphasized playfully, maintaining eye contact with her.
"During this activity, I'll also ask you a few questions to get to know you better." He announced.
"After that, we'll move into a brief cardio workout, just to give you a taste of what's to come, and then end it off with a nice cool-down session." He explained with a nod, his blonde bangs swaying with his movement.
"After that, I will bring you to my office so you can review and sign a bit of paperwork. This is also the time to raise any questions or concerns you might have, so feel free to talk to me—never be afraid to." He pointed out with a shake of his head.
"After that, we can officially kick off your fitness journey moving forward."
Naruto let out a deep breath, his body sulking playfully, "I know that sounds like a mouth full but-"
Hinata giggled, rocking on her heels, "That actually s-sounds great, Naruto-san."
"Yeah?" He asked with a wide grin.
Hinata nodded with enthusiasm, "H-Hai! I'm so excited. This place looks amazing; I can't wait to dive into my workouts here." She glanced around the fitness room, admiring its setup.
Turning her attention back to Naruto, she continued, "And I'm so looking forward to training with you. You're such an inspiration; I'm determined to get as strong and fit as you are, Naruto-san!" She cheered, playfully flexing her muscles, emphasizing her point with a focus on Naruto's hefty frame and well-defined biceps.
Hinata's unexpected compliment brought forth hearty laughter from Naruto, his whiskered cheeks flushing with a mixture of flattery and embarrassment, his wide smile lighting up the room.
"Aww, stop it! You're making me blush now!" He exclaimed, attempting to mask his embarrassment.
He gave her a bow, truly grateful.
"Arigato, Hinata-san! It means a lot to hear that," He added, his appreciation evident in his warm tone.
Afterward, he quickly turned to fetch two yoga mats and secured them just along his armpits, pressing them against his body.
"Now, let's get started then! Stretches first!"
In excitement, Naruto began to lay out the vibrant yoga mats with swift enthusiasm, creating a colorful patchwork on the fitness room's floor.
Afterward, the pair moved onto their designated mats, where the soft surface provided comfortable support for their feet, making it easy to stand on.
Carefully, Hinata positioned her water bottle beside her mat for easy access, of course, ensuring she was prepared for the workout ahead.
With that done, she stood back up and faced her trainer across from her, ready to begin.
And so, Naruto initiated their very first stretching session.
They started with simple stretches, Naruto leading the way while Hinata followed suit.
Anxious, Hinata replicated his movements the best she could on her designated yoga mat.
They started off with arm stretches, reaching up to the ceiling and then smoothly bringing their arms down, relishing the tension as it just melted away.
Hinata kept her eyes glued on Naruto throughout, watching in awe as he executed each stretch with seemingly effortless grace.
He made stretching look so easy.
Despite his massive, beefy build, he glided through the stretches like a graceful dancer, every motion executed effortlessly and with perfect finesse. His tanned muscles rippled like waves with every stretch and release, rippling beneath the fabric of his muscle tee.
Hinata couldn't help but be drawn to how effortlessly he transitioned from one stretch to the next, his body seemingly anticipating each movement before it could even happen.
The midnight blue-haired woman couldn't help but feel a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, hell, throughout her entire body.
At times, she drifted into a trance, lost in watching this fine specimen of a man move, momentarily neglecting her own stretches.
She often had to rely on his voice to snap her back to reality and continue to guide her through the rest of the routine.
"Keep up with me, love."
"Stay focused, Hinata-san."
"Let's try this—another stretch."
Hinata felt herself melting.
Why is he like this??
How was she going to make it through this?
If she could barely keep up during a simple stretching session with him, how would she manage the rest of her training?
Naruto's allure was undeniable, each aspect of his appeal delivering a distinct impact on her senses, stirring her in various ways.
His piercing cerulean gaze coupled with his warm, charming smile? A punch to her lungs.
The sight of his sculpted muscles? A punch to her gut.
And when he spoke with that husky voice of his? Well, that was a punch straight to her... pussy.
She couldn't deny that.
The longer she stayed in Naruto's presence, the more it felt like he was tearing her apart, all without even laying a finger on her.
Hinata's racing thoughts and fluttering heart turned it into a constant struggle to stay focused and composed.
No matter how hard Hinata tried to concentrate on her stretches and... behave herself, she couldn't help but secretly fangirl over her trainer.
Who could blame her?
Just one look at him was enough to understand why.
As they diligently proceeded with their stretches, Hinata quickly realized that being trapped in her own thoughts was no longer her main concern. Because soon enough, her joints decided to join the chaos by cracking and popping unexpectedly, much to her surprise.
Pop, pop, and more pops filled the air, escalating with each passing moment, drawing her attention away from her thoughts and toward the peculiar sounds her body was creating.
With each tiny twist and turn of her arms, her body snitched on her by cracking and popping, revealing her lack of stretching and the neglect she had shown her muscles over time.
The consequence of living a sedentary lifestyle.
It was as if her joints were clamoring for recognition, calling out to her sexy blonde trainer. Their cacophony was so loud that it masked even the faintest sounds emanating from Naruto's own joints popping in the distance.
It was so embarrassing.
Hinata attempted to just brush it off as they transitioned into other stretches.
Next up were neck stretches, guided by Naruto's encouraging voice, which remained constant throughout the entire routine.
Repeatedly, he emphasized the importance of controlled breathing—inhaling through the nose, exhaling through the mouth.
He urged her to be present at the moment, to welcome each stretch, and to anticipate the satisfying pops of her joints and the ensuing relaxation of her muscles thereafter.
Throughout it all, Hinata remained a bit nervous, both because of stretching in front of Naruto and because stretching itself was a bit foreign to her, embarrassingly enough.
However, she cautiously followed his lead, gradually easing into the routine.
Soon, they transitioned into back stretches, with Hinata focusing on maintaining a somewhat proper form, mimicking Naruto's stance as best as she could.
She made sure to continue to take deep breaths as they alternated between forward bends and side stretches, each movement accompanied by a satisfying release of tension that felt absolutely amazing to her body.
She couldn't deny that.
After completing upper body stretches, Naruto smoothly guided them into floor exercises.
Hinata followed his lead, lowering herself to the mat and adjusting her position as needed to ensure comfort and alignment.
Next came toe touches, leg stretches, torso twists, and waist bends, all performed while seated on the floor, focusing primarily on the lower body from the waist down.
The stretching session felt incredibly rejuvenating, with Naruto's voice serving as a constant and reassuring guide throughout the entire routine.
With ease, he led Hinata through a variety of stretches, all the right ones in Hinata's opinion which targeted all the more neglected muscle groups in her body.
Kami, this was just what she needed.
With each instruction, and with each stretch, Hinata felt more confident and in control, finding her rhythm as they steadily progressed through the routine.
Hinata let out a satisfying sigh after relaxing her torso, "Wow, that feels amazing."
"Absolutely. Ya know, stretching is very crucial, Hinata-san." Naruto chimed in.
"It's good practice before any workout, walk, or well, any activity really." He noted, wagging his finger.
"It preps your muscles, boosts flexibility, lowers injury risks, and promotes better blood flow. And, well..." He shrugged, flashing a grin, "it just feels pretty darn good too."
Hinata beamed, "Oh, yes, I can definitely agree to that." She continued to stretch, but her cheeks tinged pink when a loud pop emanated from her leg.
She nibbled her lip, "G-Gomen. I guess it seems I've been neglecting my body for too long."
"Aww, no need to apologize, Hinata-san," Naruto reassured her, with a small chuckle, finding her embarrassment adorable.
"We're here to fix that, starting today." He flashed her a tender smile, his blue eyes radiating warmth and encouragement—the kind that made Hinata's heart feel warm.
His smile alone seemed to wash her worries away, making her popping joints a distant memory.
"But that just brings me to my questions." He started, gracefully moving around on his mat, leading various stretches that Hinata mirrored.
"Tell me, what is your fitness plan? Your fitness goals?" He asked, the yoga mat shifting in response to his movements, crinkling at the ends before relaxing.
"What do you plan to have accomplished here when it's all said and done?"
Hinata hummed, pausing in her stretches to mull over her thoughts.
She clicked her tongue, "I want to improve my overall fitness—lose a bit of weight, get more toned, and just feel healthier in general. I've been pretty sedentary lately, and I figure it's time for a change," She explained, nodding.
"But, I-I have to be honest." Hinata bit her lip briefly, "these were goals I could never t-tackle on my own, not until my best friend pushed me to do so." Hinata added, playfully rolling her lavender eyes.
Naruto rocked forward on his mat with amusement, chuckling, "Ahh, so the elusive Sakura Haruno plays a bigger role in this after all. How interesting," He mused, mentally connecting the dots of Hinata's situation.
Hinata smiled in response.
"Yeah, well, my best friend just wants what's best for me, so she's given me this opportunity to pursue goals I've been h-hesitant to," Hinata admitted, her voice softening as she lowered her head slightly.
"I want to work toward a body I can feel proud of, one that makes me, um, f-feel good," Hinata expressed with a shrug, gently blowing away the tendrils of hair that had fallen onto her face.
"You know?"
Naruto nodded almost immediately, his spiky bangs swaying, "Oh, most definitely." He chimed in with an encouraging grin.
"I completely get it. It's all about feeling good in your own skin, which is what we all aim for. Making those positive changes and getting fed up with the constant."
He went on, "So, you're on the right track, Hinata-san. Just remember, I'm here to support you every step of the way." He assured her.
"Stay consistent, stay motivated, stay hungry for change, and you'll begin seeing results before you know it. Trust me on that."
Thump.
Badump.
Thump.
The rhythmic pulse of her heart skipping a beat echoed in her ears like a steady drumroll, each thud a tangible reminder of her racing pulse.
'Oh my, oh my, oh my!' Hinata thought, cheeks flushing and her breath hitching in her throat as she hung on to his every word, internally fangirling over his encouragement.
She staggered for a moment as she brought herself to a stand, responding to Naruto's movement as he stood back up.
"Ar-Arigato gozaimasu, Naruto-san."
He bowed his head briefly in response.
He bent his knee, reaching back to grasp his foot with one hand, all while maintaining balance on one leg—a classic quadricep stretch.
"Now that you've mentioned striving towards a body you're proud of, that brings us to my next question." He started, nodding toward her body.
"On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your body right now?"
"Right now?" Hinata gasped.
Naruto nodded, dropping his leg, to stretch the other.
Hinata followed suit.
"Yep, right now."
"Hmm..." Hinata paused again, her brow furrowing as she delved into her thoughts about her body. But instantly upon doing so, her mood grew somber.
Her body...
It was a heavy topic—one she couldn't hide, ignore, or run away from. It was fraught with a mix of emotions—doubt, insecurity, frustration, and sadness.
Especially sadness.
Throughout her entire life, never had she been able to say that she was proud of her body.
Ever.
She had a body that began developing very early, hitting puberty at only just nine years old, which led to her maturing faster than the other girls in her class.
She possessed a figure that seemed to be far beyond her years, each curve too voluptuous, too provocative. Large breasts. Slim curves. Delicate features.
A body thrust upon her without her consent.
A body she never asked for.
Throughout her life, every single day, Hinata has struggled with the internal battle between her mind and her body, navigating the thin line between the pure innocence of a young girl (her mind) and the seductive allure of a mature woman (her body).
She has endured this madness just about all her life.
This never-ending struggle consumed her every waking moment, a relentless battle that unfolded not just between her mind and body but also spilled over into the world that surrounded her.
More particularly—the people.
Women glared at her with disdain and contempt.
Men's gazes lingered longer than she found comfortable.
Jealous girls bullied her.
Lustful boys advanced on her.
Her physique drew all types of attention, the kind of attention a reserved girl like her always hated.
Hinata always, no matter how hard she tried to hide and remain as quiet as possible was thrusted in a spotlight she never desired.
Soon enough, her sense of style shifted, and by the time Hinata entered high school, she sought the comfort of concealing herself. She donned oversized hoodies and loose-fitting clothes in a bid to mask her noticeable curves.
However, her attempts to blend in only served as a weak shield against the unwanted attention she desperately wanted to evade.
A victory for her insecurities.
Hinata felt ashamed of the excessive and quite frankly, sloppy plumpness of her breasts, thighs, hips, and butt, a constant source of embarrassment and insecurity that haunted her throughout her adolescence and even adulthood.
Even now, she had the kind of body where one pinch could gather more skin than she'd like. She had fat in all the wrong places, and nothing about her body seemed proportional.
It's just.... yucky.
So once more, Naruto's question echoed in her head.
On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your body right now?
"A four."
Her answer just slipped out of her mouth before she could process it.
But she was satisfied with it.
Hinata nibbled on her lower lip, halting her stretch for a moment.
Naruto mirrored her action, his bright smile fading at her response.
"Hai, I would rate my body a four out of ten," She admitted, her tone definitive as she glanced down at herself, scrutinizing her body within her attire.
She had chosen simple fitness wear, avoiding picking anything too flashy: a fitted purple workout top paired with black yoga pants and matching sneakers.
Even in such basic attire, she couldn't quite conceal her curves. Though natural, they were distinctly accentuated by the fabric of her workout clothes, leaving little to the imagination.
She hated it.
But Naruto certainly felt differently.
He nearly choked on his own saliva, his eyes widening in disbelief at her response, at the rating she chose for herself.
"A f-four?! Seriously?" Naruto blurted out, unable to hide his surprise. He had completely stopped stretching at this point, standing on his mat in utter bewilderment as he stared just at Hinata.
Those blue eyes of his began to drift, and discreetly, he scanned her, from head to toe.
His blonde eyebrows furrowed.
"Come on, give yourself more credit, why don't ya? Geez." Naruto expressed his frustration with a groan.
He began to pace back and forth on his mat, hands firmly planted on his waist, blonde hair shuffling about.
The spiky-haired trainer clicked his tongue, muttering, "damn, a four?" under his breath, before he glanced his blue eyes back at Hinata, who was now rethinking her answer based on his reaction.
At that moment, Hinata found herself wishing she should've just lied.
She was certainly not expecting his reaction to be... this.
Hinata let out a squeak, shaking her head and squeezing her rosy cheeks in her hands.
"Oh, kami, y-you're making me embarrassed."
She turned her body away from the blonde who was now staring at her so intently.
Unintentionally, her response seemed to catch his attention even more, and his eyes continuously traced her body with a look of utter shock and disbelief.
This wasn't good! Not good at all!
He was practically ogling at her now.
His stare seemed to press against her skin like tiny needles, each glance lingering longer than she'd prefer.
Hinata squirmed under Naruto's intense gaze, feeling as though she might explode from the embarrassment overload her body was enduring, heat spreading like wildfire across her face and down her neck.
Thanks to her unfortunate response, his piercing blue eyes now roamed over every contour of her body with an intensity she couldn't quite make out as positive or negative.
Frankly, she didn't care; it made her incredibly uncomfortable either way.
Hinata felt completely exposed, as if all her vulnerabilities were laid bare for him to see, a revelation she didn't want anyone, especially her new but highly sexy personal trainer, to see.
Not now, not ever.
Hinata let out a louder squeak, turning further away from him, "Please stop looking at me like that, or I swear I'll just... I'll just die!"
Naruto gasped in surprise, frantically waving his arms to calm her, "Gomen, gomen, Hinata-san!" He apologized in a frenzy, turning his head away from her to respect her feelings, realizing his mistake in his intense staring.
But confusion settled in again.
He peeked at her, sighing, "But did you really have to rate yourself a four? I'm just so surprised."
The spiky-haired blonde blew out a deep breath, shaking his head, "We've got a lot to work on, starting with building up that confidence of yours."
He placed a hand on his wide chest, pouting, "It pains me to hear you rate yourself so low, Hinata-san. Like, my heart is literally hurting." Naruto expressed, his eyes reflecting the genuine concern he felt and even the ache he felt for her.
The spiky-haired trainer put on a faint smile, tilting his head as he observed Hinata nodding in response to his words, her head bowing low.
Now, she felt terrible, especially for causing the blonde hottie distress.
She certainly didn't want that.
Hinata bowed, a little deeper, "G-Gomennasai. I-It was never my intention to-"
Naruto waved his hand dismissively before resting it on his hip again, offering a comforting smile, "Hey, no need to worry yourself about it," He reassured her, shaking his head gently.
"Hinata-san, listen to me," Naruto called out, his voice carrying a gravity that instantly captured her attention. The warmth of his demeanor, which had been comforting thus far, suddenly shifted to one of solemnity, and Hinata couldn't help but feel a pang of concern.
The shift in his voice was so sudden it actually spooked her.
Hinata's heart skipped a beat at the sudden change, her nerves fluttering with anticipation, wondering what he was about to say next.
"H-Hai?"
"Hinata-san," He began, his voice gentle and comforting, "I don't know if you realize but your fitness journey goes beyond just your physical appearance. It's about your emotional and mental well-being too." He affirmed with a nod, to further emphasize his point.
Hinata's breath hitched, her eyes widening in realization, "H-Hai, I-I see."
Naruto's smile remained unwavering. It was a faint one, but also reassuring.
"They're all connected, Hinata-san," Naruto began again with gentle conviction, his blue eyes reflecting sincerity that struck a chord in Hinata, "Mental, emotional, and physical health—each plays a crucial role in your fitness journey. They rely on one another for support, for balance. Without one, the others can't truly thrive."
Naruto's words seemed to resonate deeply within Hinata, stirring a sense of clarity amidst her uncertainty.
She nodded slowly, speechless, absorbing his wisdom.
Naruto's gaze held steady, a beacon of reassurance in the midst of her swirling thoughts, "It's about finding harmony in mind, body, and spirit," He continued, his voice carrying a soothing cadence that was like a lullaby to Hinata's troubled soul.
"That's the essence of optimal wellness, which is what I want for you, Hinata-san."
Once more, Hinata's heart skipped a beat.
Naruto had pulled off another surprise, catching her off guard. How many times has it been now?
She had honestly lost track.
Naruto wasn't just attractive, funny, and empathetic. He's intelligent too? His degrees were a dead giveaway, but damn...
Hinata couldn't help but bite her lip.
What more could a girl ask for?
It appeared that Naruto had completely shifted away from their stretching session to impart the wisdom and enthusiasm he had gained from his studies and life experiences. He opened up to her, hoping to gain her trust, comfort her, and show her the true significance of their journey together.
It touched her heart, it really did.
Naruto softly chuckled at her gawking expression, and suddenly, he began to step closer, leaving his mat behind to approach her.
Hinata stood frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, watching as her trainer eased ever closer to her, entranced by the words that escaped his lips.
"As your new personal trainer," He began, taking another step forward.
"It is my responsibility to boost your confidence," Another step.
"Guide you in feeling comfortable in your own skin," Another.
"And encourage appreciation for the incredible things your body does for you," He voiced profoundly, finally taking his place right before her.
Once again, his towering height loomed over her, making her tilt her head upward to meet his gaze. The sight of him so close, just up there, rendered her breathless, her chest tight with anticipation.
"N-Naruto-san..." She whispered, her voice barely audible.
Naruto responded with a smile down at her, his blonde strands falling before his face.
"Whatever challenges you've faced, whatever's holding you back from appreciating all that you are, I'll help you overcome them, Hinata-san. I'll show you how to break free from those constraints, to treat your body with kindness," Naruto pledged, his tone determined.
Never once did Naruto waver.
No.
He stood tall before her, mere inches from her, almost chest to chest.
His gaze was intense as he stared into her eyes, almost as if he could see right through her. The closeness between them felt electric but also taboo, sending a shiver of an unknown feeling down her spine.
Hinata was both nervous and exhilarated, her heart beating faster and faster as she found herself in a trance, completely captivated by Naruto.
But she was also quite taken aback.
'What's happening right now?' Hinata couldn't help but scream in her mind at the close proximity of Naruto to her. It almost felt a bit... intimate.
Or maybe that was just her imagination.
Her thoughts were racing chaotically, threatening to drown out Naruto's voice. And it didn't help that Naruto continued to speak, so close, and so dreamy.
It only screwed with her head more.
"You're stronger and more beautiful than you give yourself credit for, Hinata-san," Naruto expressed, "And by the end of our journey together, I truly hope you realize and even appreciate that." He affirmed, his warm smile shining brightly.
"I also predict, by then, your rating of yourself would become much higher. Much, much higher, Hinata-san."
Hinata stood there, staring up at her sexy blonde trainer, speechless and still as a statue on her mat. She wore a look of utter shock, frozen with her mouth agape quite stupidly as she tried to process everything he had just said to her.
That had to be one of the most beautiful things anyone has ever said to her.
She couldn't lie about that.
The more she stood there like an idiot in silence, the more Naruto's words settled in.
They seem to repeat over and over again in her mind.
A surge of emotions flooded her senses, each one crashing over her like relentless waves, threatening to engulf her whole.
Hinata took a moment, quite literally stepping out of herself to truly grasp her situation.
Here stood this person, her newly appointed personal trainer, ready to dedicate not only his time but also his unwavering effort to her and her goals, all to help her become the best version of herself.
His passion, evident in the fire of his gaze, and the sincerity of his words conveyed that this wasn't just another job for him. It wasn't solely about the paycheck; it was about her overall well-being, her growth, her journey.
And all this for a stranger like her?
Was this man an angel in disguise?
That would certainly explain why he seemed so damn perfect.
Hinata had never encountered someone so genuine and caring before.
It was as though he recognized something within her that she hadn't yet discovered herself—a spark waiting to ignite, a strength waiting to be unleashed.
He seemed to actually believe in her, and if a sexy hunk like him believed in her then hell, she believed in herself too.
Just listening to him speak made her feel like she could accomplish anything she set her mind to.
And no, she wasn't just saying that to sound cliché.
At that moment, gratitude like no other flooded Hinata's heart. She couldn't believe her ears.
It seemed almost too good to be true—the unwavering commitment Naruto showed to assist her in transforming the body she disliked, guiding her towards embracing her true self.
But just look at him!?! How couldn't she believe him?
No one had ever shown such unwavering belief in her potential, such genuine desire to see her succeed. Besides Sakura, of course.
But other than her, no one. Not even her own family.
But now...
'Woah.' Hinata thought in her head, utterly speechless.
Her mouth opened and closed without making a single sound as she grappled to find the right words to express the storm of emotions brewing inside her.
It took a moment, a moment of her battling with her brain to cooperate, before she managed to utter a hesitant mumble to her trainer's earlier remark.
"Hai... I-I sure hope so, N-Naruto-san, I meant..."
She paused before correcting herself, bowing her head.
"N-Naruto-sensei."
"It will," Naruto reassured her with a nod and a soft smile, though inside, her calling him 'sensei' had quite an impact on him, an impact that actually surprised him.
It stirred something in him.
Naruto concealed his emotions by taking a step back and returning to his assigned mat, leaving behind only a faint trace of his woody cologne.
Hinata let out a soft gasp as he distanced himself, her effort to regain her composure clear as day.
"Now, answer me this," He continued as if nothing ever happened, glancing over his shoulder at her. He nodded toward her body.
"Considering that rating of your body, which specific body parts do you want to focus on the most?"
"U-Um..." Hinata breathed, chest heaving and cheeks hot.
How does he expect her to answer questions after... that?
She could barely think.
"U-Uh.." Hinata tried again, humming in thought as she tried to recall his question.
"Is it your arms and legs?" Naruto assisted her, his eyes leisurely trailing her figure as he spoke.
"Torso and back?" He questioned once more.
"Or maybe?" A mischievous glint gleamed in his eyes as he wiggled his brows, a gesture that saved Hinata from her own thoughts.
She giggled.
But her amusement only intensified with his next playful remark.
He put up one hand by his mouth and whispered, "Is it your ass?" A sly snicker escaped him, blending with Hinata's laughter.
"Naruto-sensei!"
"Don't be shy; you can tell me." He teased, "We're buddies from here on out, so you can let it all hang out with me." He added, a playful grin on his whiskered face.
Hinata tried desperately to catch her breath between her laughs, her hand rising forth to cover her mouth.
"Oh my kami, you're unbelievable," She giggled hysterically, a hint of blush coloring her cheeks.
Naruto grinned, enjoying the sight of her loosening up.
He put his hands up, feigning innocence, "Hey, I'm just trying to figure out the best plan to help you reach your fitness goals, that's all. I'm completely innocent here." He teased once more.
Hinata rolled her lavender eyes, the amusement in them shining through, "Okay, okay. If I had to choose, maybe... a bit of everything?"
Naruto raised an eyebrow, surprised, "Oh ho ho, aiming for the whole package, huh? How ambitious!" He boasted with a celebratory clap with those large, manly hands of his.
"I like that!"
Hinata couldn't help but laugh even more at his infectious enthusiasm, "Well, I trust you to guide me in the right direction, of course." She admitted, feeling a growing sense of confidence under Naruto's encouraging gaze.
Naruto flashed a charismatic grin, thrusting a fist in the air, "Now that's the spirit! Leave it all to me, because by the end of this, I'll make sure you're feeling amazing from head to toe." He plastered one hand across his chest, giving it a strong pat.
"You're in good hands, Hinata-san."
Standing up straight, he motioned toward another door connected to the room, one that Hinata could only guess led to his office.
"Once you complete the necessary paperwork I have for you, we can delve deeper into creating a personalized fitness plan just for you. But for now," He added with a playful glint in his eyes, "how about we get those muscles all warmed up?"
He began jumping around, clearly enthusiastic, "What do you say, Hinata-san?"
Hinata nodded eagerly, feeling a newfound sense of excitement.
"Hai, let's do it!"
'Maybe this fitness journey with Naruto-sensei isn't going to be as tough as I first thought.' Hinata pondered to herself, with a giddy smile.
Now, fueled by excitement and inspired by Naruto's infectious spirit, Hinata found herself looking forward to the challenges and victories awaiting her on this new journey to fitness.
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Ever since Hinata's first encounter with Naruto, the midnight blue-haired woman found herself unable to stop thinking about him, their conversations, and the time they spent together.
Naruto was perfect. Too perfect.
He completely exceeded Hinata's expectations as a personal trainer, as a man, hell, even as a human being. And despite her best efforts to act somewhat rational, she couldn't stop herself from fangirling over him nonstop like a stupid hormonal teenager.
She just couldn't shake him from her mind, his presence lingering like a pleasant but distracting fragrance that followed her everywhere.
It seems no matter what she did, Naruto was always there—forever stuck in her mind.
Their first meeting went entirely better than she had expected.
They started off with a mini-cardio and cool-down session, just like Naruto had suggested. It wasn't too intense, but it was surprisingly fun. She couldn't believe she was calling it that, but it truly was.
Following that, Hinata was escorted to his office to complete a stack of paperwork, including a liability waiver, health questionnaire, consent for treatment, and privacy policy, before finally crafting a fitness plan together.
They brainstormed and bounced ideas off each other, tapping into Naruto's fitness expertise to devise a kick-ass plan that was bound to ensure her progress toward her goals.
It was an amazing experience for Hinata.
With every passing moment spent in his office, hell, in Naruto's mere presence, Hinata sensed a growing sense of confidence welling up within her.
She felt herself gradually emerging from her shell, unfolding like a delicate flower bud, especially in regards to the idea of fitness.
She marveled at the idea that she could actually pull this off—commit to a fitness routine she had never before imagined herself capable of. The fact that she was now going to work out in a public gym, facing her biggest insecurity head-on, was something she never thought she could do.
It was a significant shift for her, a departure from the mindset she had before she stepped foot inside Konoha Sports Club.
And it was all thanks to Naruto.
Now, because of him, the idea of achieving her dream body was now within reach. Embracing a healthier lifestyle was just around the corner, and the excitement bubbled up inside her even more, causing her to act like a giddy child in Naruto's company.
Hinata has to say, she actually found herself enjoying her time working alongside Naruto immensely.
He had a natural talent for humor, and Hinata found herself laughing at his jokes more often than not. Sometimes, she even found herself snorting like a pig, much to her embarrassment, but she couldn't help it; he just had that effect on her.
His ideas, and advice were pure genius, and his enthusiasm infectious.
Not only was he funny, but Naruto had this remarkable talent for guiding her to perceive various perspectives on a single idea.
It was very impressive.
Every time he offered a new perspective, it was like a refreshing breeze sweeping through her thoughts, revealing possibilities she hadn't explored before.
There were moments when she found herself in total disbelief, unable to believe what she was hearing.
She caught herself saying, "Oh, I never thought of it that way," or "Wow, you took the words right out of my mouth," more times than she cared to admit.
But each insight made her goals feel more attainable than ever before.
In the end, they carefully crafted a workout schedule that Hinata felt completely content with: Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays being designated as her exercise days.
Considering Hinata's job, they scheduled their training sessions in the evenings on weekdays and in the mornings on weekends, ensuring she could seamlessly integrate her fitness routine into her daily life.
Each session was meticulously planned to target different muscle groups and areas of her body, introducing a plethora of exercises and techniques tailored specifically to her needs. This approach not only provided variety but also ensured that every aspect of her fitness was addressed, resulting in a well-rounded and effective workout routine.
So, her weekly fitness regimen looked something like this:
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•Hinata's Workout Routine•
Monday: Cardio and Circuit Training
- Warm-up: 10 minutes of light jogging and dynamic stretching.
- Cardio: 20 minutes of high-intensity interval training (HIIT) on the treadmill.
- Circuit Training:
- Squat Jumps using the Smith machine (3 sets of 10 reps each)
-Endurance ride using the stationary bike (Pedal at a steady pace for 30 minutes)
-Kettlebell Swings using the kettlebell (3 sets of 15 reps each)
- Cool Down:
10 minutes of light static stretching and deep breathing.
Wednesday: Lower Body and Balance
- Warm-up: 10 minutes of light jogging and dynamic stretching.
- Strength Training:
- Lunges (2 sets of 12 reps per leg)
- Leg Press (2 sets of 12 reps)
- Balance and Coordination:
- Bosu Ball Squats (3 sets of 12 reps)
- Single-leg Stands (3 sets, 30 seconds per leg)
- Wall Sit (Duration: Hold for 30-60 seconds)
- Cool Down:
10 minutes of light static stretching and deep breathing.
Friday: Core and Flexibility
- Warm-up: 10 minutes of light jogging and dynamic stretching.
- Core Exercises:
- Sit-ups: (10-15 reps)
- Russian Twists (3 sets of 20 reps)
- Planks (3 sets, hold for 45 seconds each)
- Mountain Climbers (Reps: 20-30 reps per side)
- Cool Down:
10 minutes of light static stretching and deep breathing.
Sunday: Full-Body Strength and Cardio
- Warm-up: 10 minutes of light jogging and dynamic stretching.
- Strength Training:
- Squats (3 sets of 12 reps)
- Push-ups (3 sets of 10 reps)
- Dumbbell Rows (3 sets of 12 reps)
- Cardio: 20 minutes of high-intensity interval training (HIIT) on the treadmill.
- Cool Down:
10 minutes of light static stretching and deep breathing.
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Hinata first believed she could manage her new, rigorous exercise regimen with no problem.
Once her schedule was firmly established and the first day arrived, she made sure to get her butt in gear, ready to tackle whatever challenges awaited her.
She was determined to give it her all, not just on the first day, but every day thereafter.
Therefore, she was never late, always relied upon to be punctual, racing over to Konoha Sports Club without fail on her training days with her new trainer.
Her workout routine quickly became a regular part of her days, the gym sessions with Naruto being the highlight throughout the week she looked forward to.
Weekdays, she'd bolt straight home as soon as work let out, throw off her business suit, throw on her fitness gear, and head straight to the gym.
And when the weekend arrived, she rose at the crack of dawn, nearly jumping out of bed to complete her daily routine of taking a shower, getting dressed, and stopping by her favorite coffee shop for a much-needed caffeine fix.
She couldn't go on without that.
Afterward, she'd dash on over to the gym, where she'd meet Naruto with a cheerful smile, a warm morning greeting, and a coffee of his own—a small gesture she knew he appreciated. She always savored his warm smiles and the way he enthusiastically gulped down the coffee, hot or iced, it didn't seem to matter to him.
He wasn't a picky eater.
She learned that quite fast.
With these little routines in place, the stage was always set for their workout sessions, each time feeling just right.
Every morning, Hinata was eager to make a good impression, eager to start her days with a bang.
And, of course...she aimed to charm her way onto Naruto's good side, as well.
Her attraction to him was undeniable, clear to anyone with eyes.
Embarrassingly enough, her feelings for Naruto extended beyond the gym, beyond the measly eighty-five minutes they spent together every other day.
What she initially brushed off as a fleeting crush soon evolved into an all-consuming infatuation, spiraling beyond her control.
She found herself daydreaming of him even at work.
Whether she was busy typing away at her computer or making her way to her desk, thoughts of him would inevitably pop up and consume her mind.
She'd catch herself lost in thought, recalling his encouraging words and the way his blue eyes sparkled when he smiled, which always, oddly enough, made him resemble a fox with his cute whisker birthmarks.
She'd fantasize about the deep timbre of his voice, envision his chiseled body, and relive the precious moments they shared together.
She would even fantasize about other things too—his callous hands, his bobbing Adam's apple, and his famous bulge.
Can't forget about the bulge.
Yes, it would seem Naruto has indeed taken up permanent residence in Hinata's mind, filling her thoughts all day, every day.
In her daydreams, Hinata savored every detail, from the way Naruto's muscles rippled with each movement during their workouts to the infectious sound of his laughter resonating through the gym.
She even found herself imagining things.
Things she shouldn't.
She would imagine him close, imagine the sensation of his breath grazing the nape of her neck as he stood behind her, his large hands gently gripping her hips or shoulders as he guided her through her exercises.
The closeness and warmth of his body next to hers during their training sessions left an indelible impression on Hinata, igniting a longing within her that she struggled to contain.
She found herself yearning for more of his presence, more of his touch, as each day passed.
Even as she went about her daily tasks, eating, driving, even sleeping, Hinata couldn't shake the vivid images of Naruto from her mind.
His proximity, his touch, his very essence lingered in her thoughts, fueling the intensity of her feelings and leaving her utterly captivated by him.
But it grew worse.
On nights after her workouts, when she returned home, her attraction for him surged to the point where she found herself even indulging in... a little self-pleasure during her showers.
Standing naked under the warm water, she could never resist letting her hands wander.
She knew it wasn't right, that what she did was inappropriate, but she couldn't seem to help herself.
With her mind filled with thoughts of Naruto, she found pleasure in touching herself within the stream of the water, enjoying those moments of intimate indulgence.
Every night.
Every night she masturbated.
However, she kept this part of herself hidden, feeling ashamed for harboring such feelings for someone so professional and sweet.
Was she becoming too emotionally invested in her trainer?
Definitely.
Did it bother her?
Not in the slightest.
Would that get her in trouble in the end?
Possibly.
If anything goes wrong, Hinata's definitely pointing the finger at Sakura.
It's all her fault.
But apart from that...
Every other day, workout after workout, Hinata approached each session with an unwavering sense of optimism and determination.
She pushed herself to the limit, gritting her teeth through the burn, persevering through the sweat and grime, and powering through the pain.
She was determined, dammit she was.
She grew antsy, excited rather.
Hinata knew logically that she wouldn't see results in just the first few weeks, but dammit, she wanted what she wanted.
She was eager to witness tangible results from her hard work; eager to witness even the tiniest of transformations in her body.
Not only so, but she also grew eager to meet Naruto's expectations; to impress him with her progress.
Duh, of course.
Every day, everything she did, Hinata was fueled by her ultimate goal: to achieve the perfect body she had always dreamed of. But it wasn't just about looking good that mattered to her; it was also about building a healthier, more positive relationship with herself and her body.
She has come to want that more than anything.
So, with each consecutive workout, every bead of sweat shed, and every ounce of determination poured out, she inched closer to achieving her ultimate goal.
She could feel it.
However, as the weeks went by and her sessions with her trainer became more intense, Hinata began to rethink her initial approach.
She began to wonder if her optimism might have been a tad bit misplaced.
Suddenly, she found her workouts suddenly cranking up the intensity out of nowhere.
The days seem to begin to fly by in a blur, leaving her with hardly any time to recover on her designated rest days.
Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday arrived in the blink of an eye; what felt like twenty-four hours seemed to pass in mere minutes, and her body struggled to keep up.
Her muscles protested with every movement, growing increasingly sore as the week progressed. From her arms and neck to her torso, legs, hips, and even her butt—every part of her body ached.
Hinata grew frustrated.
A sore body could do but so much, and she often found herself cutting her workouts short because of it.
So, she did what any trainee would do, and she turned to her trainer for advice.
To Naruto.
"Ice baths, Epsom salt, and protein shakes are absolute game-changers, Hinata-san. These three things, when used together, can make a total difference in post-workout recovery. Trust me, they're the secret weapons for soothing tired muscles and gearing you up for the next workout like a champ." He had told her, enthusiastically as ever.
She remembered how he took the time to sit her down after their session and really break down the benefits of each recovery method for her.
He said indulging in an ice bath a few times a week for a few hours could do wonders, but he stressed the importance of pairing it with good nutrition, staying hydrated, and getting enough sleep.
But for her, she's already got those covered.
Check, check, and check.
According to Naruto, ice baths work by tightening up blood vessels and cutting down on swelling, which can really take the edge off muscle soreness and speed up recovery after hitting it hard at the gym.
He mentioned that tossing some Epsom salt into her baths is a total miracle worker because it helps loosen up muscles and calm down those annoying aches and pains.
His words, not hers.
Naruto explained that the magnesium in Epsom salt can be absorbed through the skin, promoting muscle relaxation and reducing soreness, like a spa treatment to help rewind right at home.
And then finally, Naruto went over protein shakes, stressing how they're loaded with amino acids that really help muscles recover and even grow.
Protein shakes are an absolute must. He made sure to really emphasize this point.
"After a workout," Hinata remembers him pointing out, "your muscles need protein to repair and rebuild, and protein shakes provide a quick and convenient way to give your muscles the fuel they need to recover faster and stronger." Naruto finished up, that big grin of his etched in her memory, leaving Hinata with a brain full of valuable info.
He was always so spot on with his explanations, always open to her questions, and made sure she wasn't left in the dark about anything.
He was like the ultimate fitness guru.
A health and wellness powerhouse.
A damn walking encyclopedia of fitness knowledge.
Always so energetic, always armed with answers, and always eager to keep her in the know.
Naruto's advice was certainly helpful, in more ways than one. Because now, with that super valuable information, it actually managed to trigger a wild new imagination for Hinata.
Now, she couldn't shake off the thought of her attractive blonde trainer taking an ice bath after his intense workouts.
Her overactive imagination had a field day, conjuring up yet another tantalizing image: his muscular body, bare and submerged in ice water, arms casually resting along the edges of the bathtub. Every inch of his tanned skin adorned with glistening water droplets, his blonde locks drenched and clinging to his forehead.
She couldn't help but picture him emerging from the bath, water cascading off his body as he gave his hair a shake-
Kami, she couldn't get enough of that man.
Thus, she eagerly incorporated his advice into her daily and nightly routines, chugging down protein shakes in the mornings, and dumping Epsom salt into her ice baths in the evenings.
But despite giving it her all and following every bit of advice she was given, the workouts showed no signs of slowing down.
It blindsighted her, and before she knew it, keeping up with her fitness routine felt damn near impossible.
The first sign of trouble surfaced on a particularly grueling Monday, three weeks into her training.
She still felt the strain from Sunday's intense workouts, nursing sore muscles, and was recovering from a hard day at work when Naruto decided to kick things up a notch.
His stamina was truly remarkable, a fact Hinata quickly learned from their early sessions together.
Even a little intimidating too, she must be honest.
She couldn't help but be impressed by his consistent intensity during their workouts.
He could literally maintain a full sprint on the treadmill beside her, set to its maximum speed (10 miles per hour), all while engaging in a conversation without showing any signs of fatigue or struggle.
Yes, intimidating indeed.
But even so, she couldn't help but marvel at his seemingly endless well of energy, and she often found herself jokingly wondering if he was secretly pumping himself with some sort of superhuman drug.
Him , in action...
Him , working out, was unlike anything she had ever seen before.
Naruto had a tendency to push her far beyond her limits, sometimes getting carried away in the process. Hinata had noticed also early on that he had a tendency to lose himself in the intensity of their workouts, and that day was no exception.
He blasted his whistle, clapped his hands, and urged her to keep going, encouraging her to push past her boundaries with unwavering determination.
"Come on, Hinata-san, you can do it!"
"Another jump. Can you give me one more, love?
"Try it, look at me, like this."
Hinata had struggled to keep up, her muscles burning with exertion as she pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion.
All she wanted to do was give up, to give in to her burning muscles and stop.
All she wanted was to sprawl along the floor and just be done.
But she obeyed Naruto's wishes and finished out strong.
Yet, as she reluctantly completed the grueling workout, all she received in return was an overwhelming wave of exhaustion that washed over her, leaving her more drained and defeated than she had ever felt before.
"Right now, I know your body's probably not happy with you, Hinata-san. It's throwing a fit, screaming, and whining, begging you to call it quits. Don't listen to it, love. Your body's still learning what's good for it. You've got to show it the right way."
"Teach it, Hinata-san."
"Make it learn."
"Mold it into shape."
As the weeks turned into months, Hinata found herself facing new challenges and obstacles at every turn. There were days when she struggled to find the motivation to get out of bed for work, her body aching and sore from the previous day's workout.
And there were moments of frustration and disappointment when she failed to carry through the entire workout some days or meet her own expectations on a given day.
But through it all, Naruto remained a constant source of support and encouragement.
He was always there for her.
Always.
He was there to lift her up when she fell, to push her forward when she faltered, and to celebrate her victories no matter how small.
Sakura as well.
In the evenings, Hinata would always catch up with Sakura over the phone, eagerly sharing every detail of her latest workouts and progress with her.
They would spend hours talking, with Hinata excitedly describing each of her sessions with the incredibly attractive trainer Sakura had paired her up with.
They couldn't resist gushing over Naruto, of course.
Not a night went by that Hinata didn't converse with Sakura. She made sure to keep her bestie in the loop with every twist and turn of her fitness journey with Naruto, every little detail.
And during her rest days, the two friends would get together, and hang out, with Hinata excited to show off her progress to her in person.
And of course, as a token of gratitude for Sakura's constant support and encouragement, Hinata would often treat her to meals out or even shopping sprees.
They'd pick trendy cafes or fancy restaurants, where Hinata would insist on covering the bill.
During these outings, they'd laugh and reminisce about their fitness journeys, now that they both had trainers, strengthening their bond even more.
Sometimes, they'd hit the boutiques afterward, where Hinata would spoil Sakura with new outfits, spoil her with anything she could really.
None of this would be happening without her, after all.
As the days went by, Hinata continued to grow stronger and more resilient, both physically and mentally.
Gradually, she noticed positive changes in her body over time, her muscles toning up and her endurance improving. Just as she's wanted.
Just as Naruto promised.
There were mornings when she caught glimpses of herself in the mirror and couldn't help but marvel at the reflection staring back at her.
Her muscles appeared more defined, her figure leaner and more toned than before.
She started to notice how her clothes fit differently—snugger around the waist, looser around the arms and thighs.
She even found herself admiring how her butt was shaping up at times, often standing in front of the mirror and stealing long glances at her backside over her shoulder.
Her ass looked plump and well-defined, like a peach, snugly nestled in her clothes, jiggling ever so slightly with each step she took.
She felt sexy, to be honest.
There were moments of triumph when she pulled on a pair of jeans or a dress and realized they fit better than they had in months. Some of her favorite outfits even began to feel too loose, prompting her to venture out and purchase new clothing in smaller sizes.
But it wasn't just about the physical changes, though.
Hinata felt a newfound sense of confidence and empowerment coursing through her veins, as well.
She found herself standing a bit taller and walking with a bit more pep in her step, practically skipping around her workplace, almost scaring her co-workers to death.
She felt a change taking place within herself, both in her mindset and her body, and she embraced it wholeheartedly.
Honestly, she couldn't be happier.
But... it wasn't just her who was undergoing a change.
Naruto was changing too.
She couldn't help but notice.
Their close proximity over the past several months had brought them closer together, both physically and emotionally.
Spending so much time together, week after week, every other day, had really warmed them up to each other. Now, they could even call themselves good friends, more than just trainer and trainee.
Or that's what she can guess from Naruto's recent change of behavior.
Because she began to see that Naruto's behavior began to change during their workouts.
He went from being the professional, charming trainer to someone she couldn't help but find... dare she say it... lewd and slightly suggestive.
Maybe not slightly.
Naruto began to grow a bit too comfortable.
Too touchy.
Hinata began to notice that his touch began to linger longer than necessary during their workouts.
He would stand close to her, his hands brushing against her hips or buttocks, and his gaze lingering in places it shouldn't.
And it didn't matter where they were, his fitness area or on the public gym floor, Naruto seemed unable to keep his hands to himself.
He always found excuses to touch her.
She can recall during a stretching session, he made a remark about how flexible she was, accompanied by a suggestive smirk.
Another time, while getting her squats in, he purposely positioned himself behind her, guiding her movements with a grip on her hips, where she could clearly feel the outline of his cock in his shorts pressing against her ass.
She recalled how close he was. Kami, she can even remember it in full detail.
Hinata remembered how his breath tickled her ear, and the nape of her neck. She could remember feeling his body heat radiating against her back like a furnace as they both bent their knees in sync during squats.
Every time her glutes pressed against him, she remembered hearing a soft groan escaping his lips.
Every single time.
It made her hot, oh kami, it shouldn't have, but it did.
It left her breathless, her mind spinning, her body reacting in ways she couldn't control. She felt like putty in his hands, melting with every touch.
But it wasn't just that.
His comments became increasingly explicit too, offering compliments that seemed more suggestive than supportive. His "encouragement" was now filled with innuendos and double entendres that left her flustered and aroused, creaming her panties.
"You're making fantastic progress, Hinata-san. Your body is really starting to shape up beautifully; it's becoming so plump, and soft."
"Mmm, I like seeing you like this. All hot and sweaty."
"You seem so tense, love. Let me help you relax."
"That's it, keep those legs spread, down and up, just like that."
"Lower. Bring that ass lower for me."
"Don't worry, I'll help you get the most out of this stretch. I'll make sure you feel it in all the right places."
Was she dreaming?
Had Naruto somehow sensed her attraction, somehow known about what she does at night at the thought of him?
It felt like he was playing into her desires, responding to her unspoken thoughts.
His behavior took a sharp turn, catching Hinata completely off guard.
At first, Hinata dismissed it as friendly gestures, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them.
She knew her trainer's discreet advances were inappropriate, but she found herself allowing him to do as he pleased.
She allowed him to comment on her body in public.
She allowed his eyes to ogle her.
She allowed his hands to touch and grope her ass, and even her breasts.
Hinata found herself justifying it all, his charm and kindness clouding her judgment and drawing her in, despite her reservations.
She kept telling herself over and over that this was just a part of their special, professional friendship.
A part of her, the naughty side, couldn't help but enjoy it.
But her good girl side had some concerns.
Of course, she kept them all to herself, feeling too timid and embarrassed to confront Naruto or even discuss them with Sakura.
Though she enjoyed the attention, she couldn't help but wonder why he was suddenly making advances toward her.
It all seemed so sudden, out of nowhere, and completely out of character.
In moments of doubt, Hinata found herself even turning to the internet for answers, secretly googling questions like:
"Is it normal for personal trainers to be touchy??"
But found no clear answer.
And of course, no clear answer from Naruto.
Hinata couldn't quite put her finger on what caused this sudden change in Naruto's demeanor. She found herself eagerly waiting for him to address it, to offer an explanation.
But, nothing.
However, one thing became increasingly clear over time: as she grew closer and closer to her goal, Naruto began to grow more and more touchy.
Because of this, one question and one question only began to consume her mind, day in and day out, every hour, every minute in his presence.
'What's gotten into you, Naruto-sensei?'
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Breaking Boundaries
8 Months Later
-Friday-
Naruto's Fitness Area
"All right! Another session complete!" Naruto exclaimed with a triumphant smile, pumping a fist in the air.
Hinata giggled at her sensei's enthusiasm.
"Hai, w-we did it!" She cheered, her spirits high despite her exhaustion and the lingering burn in her muscles, especially her core.
They both took a step forward, their hands meeting in a resounding high five, the sound reverberating through Naruto's fitness room.
The room itself exuded warmth, bathed in bright lights that seemed to buzz with the energy of their effort. The illumination filled every corner, reflecting off their weary smiles and sweaty cheeks.
The rhythmic sounds of blues music played softly in the background, a familiar soundtrack that had accompanied Hinata through countless sessions before.
Naruto's fitness area in Konoha Sports Club had become like a second home to her, a place filled with memories of her fitness journey from the start to now.
Within these walls, (for most of her days), she had fought tooth and nail to achieve the body she now proudly possessed—a hard-earned victory that brought her so much joy.
So much.
Hinata panted, glancing out the window of Naruto's fitness room at the rest of the gym.
Outside, the gym was dimly lit, and the see-through glass windows decked along the building revealed the sun starting to set, signaling that it was getting quite late.
People were beginning to leave now.
That means it was just about time for her to leave as well.
The dark-blue-haired woman groaned, trying to catch her breath, "Oh kami, now I'm beat," She admitted with a tired smile, wiping the sweat from her brow.
Hinata was drenched completely in sweat, each droplet cascading down her face like tiny waterfalls, leaving trails of moisture down her cheeks and chin. Her dark blue hair clung to her forehead and neck, and her once pale cheeks were now hot and red, resembling a permanent blush.
Her snug, long-sleeved magenta top clung to her body like a second skin, along with her black leggings, both highlighting the toned physique she had worked so hard to achieve over the past eight months.
But even with the exhaustion, all the heavy breathing, and the sticky, sweaty clothes clinging to her, she couldn't shake off the feeling of accomplishment deep inside.
She felt good.
Her body felt good.
It was a sensation she had been experiencing more frequently after her sessions lately—a stark contrast from before.
Hinata grimaced upon the recollection.
The initial phase of her fitness journey, especially the first few months, had been absolutely grueling. After each session, she always remembered feeling like hell.
But now, she felt amazing.
Once again, she made it through another session, and Hinata couldn't help but feel proud.
Another session tackled, another day accomplished.
Another step toward a stronger and better her.
Now that's all done, Hinata longed for nothing more than to make a quick jet to the gym showers, where she could indulge in a refreshing, cool bath.
It had become a routine for her.
Ever since her confidence received a much-needed boost, Hinata found herself liberated from the burden of self-consciousness. Now, she had the confidence to comfortably attend public places such as the gym showers.
No longer did she hesitate or feel uneasy about baring herself to the gaze of others, or even being around others. Instead, she embraced the opportunity to cleanse her body and refresh her spirit, regardless of who might be nearby.
As a result, she no longer endured the discomfort of feeling sweaty and icky until she reached home just to bathe. Instead, she typically made her way to the gym showers after her sessions.
She's been doing so for months now.
It's become a cherished part of her fitness journey that she looks forward to after every workout.
There was just something about standing beneath the cool stream of water mere moments after a workout, allowing it to wash away all the fatigue, sweat, and heat from her body...
Kami, that sounded so good right about now.
Not only that...
But the idea of heading home straight afterward, diving deep into her cozy bed sheets for a well-deserved rest, felt like the ultimate reward after a long week.
Yes, that sounds heavenly.
Hinata observed intently as Naruto let out a chuckle in response to her earlier remark, before turning to retrieve the yoga mat she had been sprawled out on moments ago.
With practiced ease, he began to neatly roll up the mat, his hands moving with a sense of familiarity born from countless repetitions as he went about tidying his space.
But as he did, memories flooded back of just moments ago when he guided her through the cool-down part of their session, personally assisting her with her stretches.
It was another new change; instead of instructing her to stretch on her own and follow along with him, he long sought a more hands-on approach, and instead, stretched her body for her.
He's been doing so for months, but she still can't seem to get used to it.
Hinata tried to push the details of their stretching session to the back of her mind: the warmth of his touch, the closeness of his proximity as he hovered close above or behind her body on the mat, the strength in his hands as he bent her legs against her torso and pulled her arms above her head.
He had a knack for it, and he clearly found enjoyment from it too.
She could tell by the sexy smirk he always gave her.
Naruto always seemed to know exactly how to work her body, handling her with a skill that felt almost instinctual, kneading her muscles like dough.
Hinata felt her cheeks flush just from thinking about that moment.
She quickly looked down, hoping to hide her embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Naruto continued to shuffle around the area, putting away the yoga mat with the rest of the equipment.
He shot a quick glance back at her over his shoulder.
"Kami, Hinata-chan, I gotta say, you really killed it today." He praised.
"As usual," He added with a grin, before turning around to make his way back to her.
Back and forth, his sweaty blonde hair swayed, steadily smacking against his forehead and whiskered cheeks with each step he took. Thick beads of sweat constantly rolled down his face, evidence of his own exertion during their workout.
Today, he currently wore a sleeveless hooded tank top in orange that seemed to have gripped him tighter due to all the sweat, showcasing all the goods he's hidden underneath the fabric.
The cut of his bright orange tank top allowed his toned biceps and triceps to be on full display, his blue veins subtly visible under his tanned skin.
The fitted shirt stretched over his sculpted pectoral muscles, down to his trim waist, highlighting each ridge and curve of his eight-pack and the peaks of his pink nipples.
And don't even get her started on what his black shorts were hiding.
Kami.
He's been a distraction all evening.
Hinata tried her best to stray her eyes away from those distractions, screaming at herself to behave. Instead, she planted her eyes directly on Naruto who took the necessary steps before her.
He smiled down at her, his blue eyes warm as he held her gaze.
"Hinata-chan, I just want to take a moment to congratulate you on your progress. Eight months of dedication and hard work, and here you are, still pushing yourself every single day," Naruto announced happily, admiration evident in his voice, and in his eyes too.
Hinata felt a swell of pride at his words.
She always feels so good when he praises her.
She bowed low, her messy ponytail swaying with her motion, loose strands tickling her cheeks.
"Arigato, Naruto-sensei. I truly, truly appreciate everything you've done for me. I couldn't have done any of this without you." She replied gratefully, keeping her upper body low to show her respect.
Naruto bit his lip briefly, a subtle attempt to conceal the way his heart fluttered upon hearing her words.
Instead, to mask his feelings, he offered a nod of approval and a warm smile, stepping closer.
Naruto placed his hands on her shoulders and gently lifted her from her bow.
"Hinata-chan, no, love," He shook his head, sliding his hands along her slender shoulders, drawing them closer so his thumbs could move forward to lift her chin.
"This victory is yours and yours alone. You did all the hard work, so you have yourself to thank. I just guided you along the way." He affirmed, pride shining in his eyes.
"Your dedication and effort are what got you here. Sticking with it like you have, you've accomplished something truly remarkable, something most people only dream of achieving, and for that, you should be proud of yourself, Hinata-chan." He praised warmly.
"O-Oh, h-hai." Hinata blushed, fiddling with her fingers.
Naruto's grin stretched wider, his sharp canines peeking through. He moved one hand from her shoulder to place it over his chest. He gave it a pat.
"And hey, just so you know, I'm here for the long haul, sweetheart. I'm more than willing to keep working with you for as long as you need." He reassured, "I want nothing more than to remain by your side, cheering you on, supporting you every step of the way..."
He paused, his blue eyes squinting slightly. "If you'll have me."
For a split second, Hinata was stunned, just staring up at the spiky blonde hunk towering over her with her mouth slightly agape; a stupid look on her heated face.
Hinata's heart practically danced and skipped around in her chest at his words, as if it had sprouted wings and taken flight. Her face lit up like a beacon, glowing an intense shade of red that could rival even the ripest tomato.
Naruto chuckled at the sight of her adorable reaction, and he couldn't hold himself back from commenting on it.
"Aww, now isn't that cute."
"O-Oh my." Hinata squeaked, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts.
Was that some sort of confession? Or was she reading too much into it?
For once in her life, Hinata tried to suppress her usual tendency to play dumb and instead channel all her wit to decipher just what Naruto was really saying to her.
She glanced up at him again, but when she did, she nearly had a heart attack.
No, she couldn't possibly think, not when he was staring at her like... that.
His eyes burned into her face, never wavering. Not even once.
Hesitantly, Hinata closed her mouth, but only to swallow a thick wad of saliva, "A-Arigato again, s-sensei. I'd like that v-very much. You," She swallowed again, "b-by my side." She was only able to stutter out, before she attempted to scurry away, to leave.
But, she was stopped.
Before she could even take a single step, Naruto's hand darted forward, gently wrapping around her wrist and stopping her dead in her tracks.
"Hey, uh, before you go, there's one more thing I'd like to ask of you, if you don't mind."
Hinata hesitated, her heart pounding like a drumbeat in her ears. She turned back to face him, curious to say the least.
"H-Hai. Wh-What is it?" She asked, her soft voice hushed.
Naruto fell into a brief silence, his teeth slightly worrying his lower lip. Suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in his blue eyes like a spark.
Hinata watched as his gaze trailed down, merely to roam over her fitness outfit. His scrutiny felt almost predatory now, like that of a hungry wolf sizing up its prey.
A look different from the one he gave a few seconds ago.
More warmth flooded Hinata's cheeks, a telltale sign of her embarrassment.
"I'd like to see..." Naruto trailed off, his gaze narrowing slightly, "a more physical display of your progress, if that's alright." He began.
"I'm really proud of the progress you've made with your body, and I'd like to see in detail how far you've come," Naruto explained, his tone remaining professional despite the request.
He smirked, nodding his head, his sweaty bangs smacking him in the forehead, "If ya get what I mean."
Hinata's face flushed a deep crimson now, her blush creeping down her neck.
'No way is he thinking what I think he's thinking, right?' She practically screeched in her head, stunned once more, as she continued to stare up at the blonde specimen towering over her, unable to believe what he just said.
The atmosphere in his fitness room was unnervingly quiet other than the background music, of course.
But Hinata couldn't hear that, not over her racing heartbeat echoing in her ears.
Instinctively, she began to cower away from Naruto's intense gaze, turning her gaze downward.
She fumbled with the ends of her shirt, biting her own lip nervously, "Ph-Physical display? What do you mean-?"
"Pull up your shirt."
"E-Eh?"
Hinata quickly lifted her gaze to meet her trainer's, but before she could react, Naruto closed the distance between them, stepping closer.
She felt his presence invade her personal space, a recurring routine by now, his chest brushing against hers. The contact sent a tingling sensation down her spine, the warmth from his body heating up her own.
He smirked, that very smirk that never failed to make her weak in the knees.
"Don't be shy. What did I say about that?" He let go of her wrist, but his fingers continued their journey, trailing up her arm, lightly grazing the fabric of her shirt. The soft touch he gave her made her pussy clench.
"I said..." He leaned in closer, brushing his lips against her earlobe, causing her to let out a soft gasp of surprise.
"Pull up your shirt."
Hinata's heart raced as she felt Naruto's warm breath against her skin, the intensity of his blue eyes bearing into her, his proximity sending her senses into overdrive.
She couldn't believe what was happening.
What had gotten into Naruto all of a sudden?
Her body raced with a variety of emotions—confusion, apprehension, and yet, a flicker of intrigue danced within her. She was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to his sudden request.
The dark-blue-haired woman swallowed nervously, her lavender gaze darting between her shirt and Naruto.
"My sh-sh-shirt? You want to see..."
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Hinata found herself having to do a double take as she caught Naruto nodding in agreement, accompanied by a seductive squint of his eye.
Oh, kami.
Hinata almost came right there on the spot.
She knew what he wanted.
And before she knew it, her lips opened and words spilled out.
"S-Sure..." Hinata stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached for the hem of her shirt, her fingers trembling slightly.
Dear kami, what was she doing?
She couldn't quite grasp why she was doing it, why she was giving in to Naruto's request, merely that she felt as though her body was acting on its own accord.
That was the only explanation she could give.
She blamed her body.
With a shaky exhale, Hinata tentatively lifted her magenta top, her movements hesitant as she exposed her toned midriff.
"Higher." Naruto urged with a nod of his head.
"A little higher."
Hinata bit her lip, feeling a rush of nervous anticipation, before she obeyed and raised her shirt higher.
As the fabric lifted, Naruto's hungry gaze eagerly consumed every inch of skin that peeked out at him, his blue eyes anticipating what lay beneath.
He watched with bated breath as Hinata pulled her shirt further up, officially unveiling her slender, toned body.
It was then, he saw everything.
Naruto breathed heavily, mouth falling agape.
"Beautiful." He couldn't help but whisper the truth.
There, with her fingers lifting her shirt, Hinata's flat stomach finally emerged, smooth and toned, the result of her dedicated training.
The gentle curves of her abdomen transitioned seamlessly into the prominent definition of her newly formed six-pack.
And then her navel, which was delicately shaped like a perfect circle with a slight indentation at its center.
Each bead of sweat that cascaded down her skin seemed to accentuate the contours of her sculpted abdominal muscles in a shimmering sheen, glistening like tiny diamonds under the soft glow of the room's lighting.
Hinata wore a lavender sports bra that hugged her tight, providing support for her double D-sized breasts. Her creamy mounds pressed against the fabric, threatening to burst out of their confines any minute.
With each breath, her chest rose and fell, causing her voluptuous tits to jiggle in her bra, drawing Naruto's attention.
Naruto's eyes lingered on her exposed skin, his gaze intense as he studied her physique with a "critical" eye.
Hinata couldn't help but feel self-conscious under his scrutiny, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Very impressive," Naruto murmured, his tone approving.
"You've made some impressive progress. There's no doubt about that."
Hinata's pulse quickened at his praise, a surge of pride swelling within her despite her lingering discomfort. She shifted nervously under his gaze, feeling exposed yet oddly exhilarated at the same time.
"A-Arigato," She replied, her voice barely audible as she struggled to maintain her composure.
Naruto's lips formed a satisfied smile, his eyes glinting mischievously, "You're welcome. Now..." He exhaled, bringing his hands toward her.
"You wouldn't mind if I touched you, would you?"
"N-Nani-mmm."
Hinata's breath caught in her throat as Naruto's hands unexpectedly made contact with her exposed skin, before she could even utter a single word.
She let out a startled squeak.
"Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, you wouldn't mind."
Hinata fought to stifle a gasp as Naruto's hands began to freely explore her body, tracing the contours of her abdomen.
It was the very first time her trainer had ever touched her like this, let alone see her body in this light, and Hinata felt a mix of conflicting emotions.
Naruto's hands were enormous, easily covering her entire abdomen with just one firm grip, one hand on each side of her.
His thumbs gilded effortlessly along her rectus abdominis, the firm muscles of her six-pack. He trailed each defined muscle with horizontal strokes down her abdomen, leaving a faint trail of heat in their wake.
Hinata tingled.
His thumbs explored various points along her stomach, pressing gently to feel the newly strengthened muscles beneath. He traced over her external and internal obliques, then delved deeper, applying a bit more pressure to feel her transversus abdominis.
Hinata whimpered softly, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through her.
Despite the intrusion, there was a delicate gentleness to his touch, as if he were handling something precious. It felt warm and tingly, each touch igniting something pleasant inside her.
The contrast between the roughness of his hands and the softness of her skin sent shivers of pleasure racing through her entire body.
It was a sensation that started from her stomach and then, her spine, igniting every nerve ending, until it inevitably pooled between her thighs.
Her pussy twitched in her leggings.
Hinata bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, trying her best to keep her shirt raised for Naruto.
But given the circumstances, it was very difficult.
Naruto's hands continued to roam across her belly, his touch growing bolder with each passing moment.
"Kami, you're so beautiful, Hinata-chan," Naruto murmured hotly, his voice laced with desire as he leaned in, his warm breath caressing her bangs.
His blue eyes were dark now, darker than she'd ever seen them, and they raced over every curve of her body, drinking in her beauty.
"I've been wanting to do this for so long." He moaned.
"To feel the warmth of your skin."
"To see you, like this."
His words sent a thrill down Hinata's spine, her lavender eyes gazing up at him in utter shock.
She struggled to find her voice amidst all the emotions swirling within her, her mind reeling from the intensity of his words, of the moment.
Further and further, Naruto's hands roamed, and before she knew it, his hands began to wander.
Her snug waist.
Her thighs.
His hands enveloped her thighs with a firm grip as if he were palming a basketball, the fabric of her leggings bunching up beneath his thick fingers, creating gentle ripples.
A wave of panic washed over Hinata as she felt his hands inch downwards, edging closer to her no-no square.
Her heart began to beat out of control, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and uncertainties.
Hinata knew she should stop him, to put an end to his inappropriate behavior once and for all, but the heat of Naruto's touch and the intensity of his gaze held her captive, rendering her powerless to resist.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been holding myself back?" Naruto's voice was low and husky, filled with pent-up desire.
"Watching you achieve this body... mmm, it's been driving me crazy."
He paused, his hand gliding down her thighs before tracing along their inner curve.
"You've grown so strong, so confident," He murmured, his voice tinged with admiration.
"Now, seeing the results of all your hard work," Naruto continued, awe-struck, "It's incredible, Hinata-chan. You've transformed yourself in ways you never thought possible, and I couldn't be prouder of you." He whispered hotly by her ear, his gaze piercing as he looked down at her.
It was then, he got a little bolder and he slid his hand even higher along her inner thigh, edging even closer to her most intimate area.
"Let me show you just how proud I am, Hinata-chan."
But just as his hand inched closer to her lower area, Hinata acted on instinct, swiftly grabbing his wrist. Her fingers closed around his skin in a desperate grip, halting his movements.
"N-No," Hinata whimpered and shook her head frantically. Embarrassment washed over her, taking control of her body completely.
Her hand moved on its own, reacting to the overwhelming rush of emotions coursing through her, overwhelmed by the moment's intensity.
A sharp gasp spilled from Naruto's lips, his eyes flickering down at her hand in a panic.
The look on his face...
It was one she had never seen him express before—a mix of devastation and shock.
His blue eyes shot wide, and his mouth parted slightly as if he couldn't believe her reaction.
He clearly didn't expect her rejection and seemed to realize in that instant that he had crossed a major line.
In that moment, she practically watched his soul break.
Regret washed over his features, his once-confident demeanor shattering completely, as the weight of the situation settled in.
Hinata pouted, her heart clenching, "Go... Gomen, sensei," She stammered, her voice shaky with nerves.
Her cheeks blazed crimson as she met his gaze, her messy ponytail swaying behind her, "B-But, I-I must be going now." She stammered out.
The dark-blue-haired woman swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure despite the turmoil swirling inside her. Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest, and she fought so hard to steady her breathing.
Without saying a word, Naruto nodded, and withdrew his hands from her body, the warmth of his touch lingering on her skin as he stepped back.
He gave her the space she needed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he moved further away from her.
He even offered a silent, apologetic bow.
Hinata took that opportunity to pull down her shirt, covering herself somewhat. It was quiet now, not awkward, more like a depressing quiet, and Hinata couldn't help but notice.
She grimaced.
Naruto stood before her in silence, his expression unreadable, his emotions hidden behind a stoic facade. It was a stark contrast to his usual cheerful demeanor, and Hinata couldn't shake the feeling that she had upset him.
She didn't want that.
He's never been this quiet before. Ever.
She never meant to hurt Naruto or reject him, especially after all he had done to support her on her fitness journey. But at that moment, with his hands inching dangerously close to places they shouldn't be, she just panicked...
and she just pushed him away.
It just didn't feel right.
It felt too sudden.
Hinata glanced back up at Naruto, her heart twisting with empathy at the sight of his troubled expression. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, she couldn't bear to see him feeling down.
So, with a hesitant smile playing on her lips and a gentle tone in her voice, she murmured a quiet apology, hoping her words would help ease the tension between them.
Naruto's response was barely noticeable—a slight nod accompanied by a murmured "goodbye" and a brief wish to "drive safe."
It was clear that he was struggling to maintain his composure, his emotions bubbling beneath the surface.
But he remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor.
With a wave of relief washing over her, Hinata quickly grabbed her water bottle and her fitness bag from where it was hung up, and exited her trainer's fitness room.
She made sure to head straight towards the gym showers to freshen up before leaving for the day.
Yet, all the while, she was unable to get rid of the blush from her cheeks, and stop the events of what just happened from playing like a loop in her head.
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-In The Gym Showers-
Hinata let out a deep sigh from the depths of her chest, blinking away the droplets of water clinging to her lashes.
She ran her fingers through her damp midnight blue hair, the strands clinging lightly to her skin as she pushed them away from her face. With a furrowed brow, she closed her eyes briefly, feeling the weight of her thoughts pressing in.
Desperately, she tried to unwind, taking slow, deep breaths in an attempt to clear her mind.
But she was having trouble.
She now occupied a stall in the women's gym showers—a clean, modern, and spacious area with tiled walls and floors, a frosted glass door, and stainless steel fixtures. The tiles were pristine white, reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights.
The frosted glass door provided her with complete privacy, shielding her from the rest of the steam-filled room while still allowing light to filter through.
The stainless steel shower head above her sprayed a continuous stream of cool water, and she stood there, savoring every second within its refreshing embrace.
The water felt like heaven against her tired muscles. Just what she needed.
Hinata could feel the tension easing as the cool water worked its magic, washing away the sweat and stress from her intense workout.
Her long midnight blue hair was free from the ponytail she placed it in. Now, the strands clung to her cheeks and shoulders, darkening to an almost black, creating a striking contrast against her pale skin.
Each droplet of water traced a path down the curves of her hourglass figure, emphasizing the hard-earned definition in her muscles.
The water flowed down her neck, dripping down the swell of her breasts, sliding over her flat stomach before curving around her waist. It continued its journey, trickling down her toned thighs, caressing the firm roundness of her butt, and trailing along her legs.
Finally, the water droplets slipped down to her feet, pooling momentarily before disappearing down the drain.
Her pale skin tingled as the water tip-toed along her sore body, muscles relaxing as the water soothed her. The sensation was so therapeutic, a much-needed break after the intense session she just completed.
She was completely alone in the women's showers, the quiet area signaling that most people had already gone home.
Fridays were always like this at the gym.
After 7 or 8 p.m., most, if not all, people generally leave. Fewer people tend to stick around the gym for long on a Friday night for obvious reasons, leaving the bathroom stalls mostly vacant.
Hinata shrugged.
That was fine by her.
The air was filled only with the soothing sound of water splashing against the tiles, blending with the faint scent of her lavender-infused soap.
Hinata allowed the cool water to run over her face and body, feeling the water trickle down her back and shoulders, rinsing away the leftover soap, sweat, dirt, and grime that clung to her.
Hinata stood and unwound in silence, taking the moment to cleanse herself and also... think.
She ran one hand along her face and up her hair, feeling the water run through her fingers.
She bit her lip as her mind once again drifted back to the events of a few minutes ago.
To what had just occurred between her and Naruto.
She whimpered, "Oh Naruto-sensei," She mumbled under her breath, still feeling terrible for what she had done.
The memory of Naruto's hurt expression when she rejected him haunted her, replaying over and over in her mind.
She could still see the way his eyes had widened in shock when she reached out and gripped his hand, stopping his advances.
She could still see the way his shoulders had slumped when he stepped away from her, and the obvious regret that showed on his face immediately afterward.
It was a look she couldn't shake, no matter how hard she tried.
A pang of guilt gnawed at her, her chest tightening.
She rejected him.
She pushed him away.
'What were you thinking, Hinata!' She scolded herself, giving her forehead a light slap.
The sound was quickly drowned out by the continuous stream of water, but the sting remained, both on her skin and in her heart.
Her sexy hunk of a trainer—the very one she fantasized day and night about, had a major crush on, and desperately wished to touch and be close to—was finally making a move, finally on the same page as her, and she had denied him.
His warm touch, his whispered confession, and the closeness they shared all came rushing back, making her feel even more foolish.
Had she completely lost it?
That could've been her chance to tell him, to show him how she truly felt. She could have allowed him to touch her further, even reciprocated it, and finally shown him just how much he meant to her.
But she blew it.
Hinata facepalmed herself again, harder this time, tears stinging her eyes.
"Baka, baka, baka-"
Suddenly, however, she was stopped dead in her tracks when she heard another voice in the area.
A male voice.
A voice that sounded all too familiar.
"Hinata-chan?" The newcomer called softly.
Hinata gasped, her heart jumping in her chest.
She recognized that voice—Naruto.
Confusion and shock crossed her features in an instant.
He's here?
He followed her?
In the women's gym showers?
Hinata's heart quickened with shock the moment she realized Naruto was in the same room while she's...
She looked down at her naked body and every part of her blushed.
She's naked, bathing.
'Why is he here!?!' Hinata practically screeched in her head.
"Hinata-chan," Naruto called out once more, the gentle thud of his footsteps echoing as he inched deeper into the room, reaching her ears.
"I-I don't mean to intrude, Hinata-chan," Naruto's voice quivered as he approached, gradually gaining volume.
"I understand if you're not ready to speak to me and I fully respect and honor your feelings. But I s-simply wish to offer my apology," Naruto sniffled, his voice filled with emotion, "for everything." He added.
"Please, Hinata-chan, give me this chance."
Hinata froze, speechless.
Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her breasts, hiding them, despite the barrier of the door between her and her trainer.
She turned her naked body slightly, peering her glossy lavender eyes through the crystallized glass. She saw him a tiny bit, just beyond the frosted glass door, his silhouette faintly visible.
He looked to be sitting on the bench in the middle of the women's gym bathroom now, shoulders slumped and body hunched over, looking more broken than she had ever seen him.
"I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm so, so sorry." Naruto's voice continued, sounding different than before—broken, vulnerable, and regretful.
There was a vulnerability and desperation in his tone, especially with him dropping the f-bomb.
Throughout all the months she'd spent working alongside Naruto, she had never once heard him curse.
Not even once.
She had always assumed it wasn't his style, and that only deepened her respect for him. He was consistently professional, other than his touchy-touchy moments, unfailingly patient with her, and above all, he refrained from using profanity.
It was one of the many things she admired about him.
But now, witnessing him slip, it felt like seeing a crack in an otherwise flawless facade.
He seemed so close to crumbling under the weight of it all.
Her lips quivered in response.
It was that very moment that tugged at Hinata's heartstrings, not only so, but she felt her regret for rejecting him intensify ten times over.
Why had she done it?
Why?
Naruto's voice echoed against the gym shower walls, cutting through the sound of the continuous water streaming over her, splattering against the tile floor.
"I couldn't just walk away. I couldn't bear the guilt, b-bear not apologizing to you for what I did, and s-said to you." He sniffled again.
"I couldn't wait until I saw you again to mend what I've broken."
Hinata's heart clenched once again at the sound of his apology, her own guilt weighing heavily on her.
She let out a deep sigh, before she turned her head away from the shower door. Instead, she moved forward to rest her forehead against the wall, letting the running water splatter on her back as she listened.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I...I crossed a line. I made a mistake." She heard Naruto snort softly, a sound filled with self-recrimination.
"Actually, I'm afraid I keep making mistakes when it comes to you, Hinata-chan," He admitted, his voice cracking slightly.
There was a moment of silence, as if Naruto was waiting for a response from her, hoping to hear something other than the sound of the shower water hitting the floor.
But Hinata couldn't bring herself to speak; she couldn't even make a sound, afraid it would just come out as a jumbled, tangled-up mess.
Instead, she chose to remain quiet and listen.
"Hinata-chan, you must know that I never wanted to hurt you or make you feel uneasy. I just thought that you—" His voice faltered the moment it rose back up again, the words hanging in the air before being swallowed by silence.
Hinata felt her heart ache, as if someone had their hand wrapped around it and was giving it a death squeeze.
Hearing Naruto like this was heartbreaking.
She couldn't wrap her head around it.
It was hard to believe that Naruto, the resilient and self-assured man she had always known, the man who was never without a smile, could be the same broken man she heard now.
It can't be.
The contrast was jarring, almost surreal, as if the person she had always admired had been replaced by someone else entirely.
Hinata frowned deeply.
But her head snapped back up when she heard Naruto's voice again.
"I want you to know that you mean so much to me. Our friendship, what we have together, means so much to me," He emphasized, his tone desperate.
"I've never felt this way about anyone before. Not with my other clients, not with anyone. The bond I share with you is unlike anything I've ever known, the most precious thing I've ever had, and I fucking ruined it."
She heard him groan, his silhouette shifting behind the frosted glass. She could see him clawing at his blonde hair in frustration, the sight making her heart ache even more.
"Seeing your face, seeing you upset because of my actions, Hinata-chan... kami, it's tearing me apart," He continued, another confession.
His voice was incredibly shaky now, breaking slightly under the weight of his words.
Hinata could feel it too, that same weight pressing down on her.
She could feel the sincerity in Naruto's words, the depth of his regret, and the genuine care he had for her. It was a completely different side of Naruto she hadn't seen before, and it stirred something deep within her.
Something unexplainable but strong.
With a trembling hand, she brought it away from one of her bouncing breasts to cover her mouth, trying to hold back a sob that threatened to escape her lips and give her away.
Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.
"But as a man, I know it is only right to own up to my actions, to hold myself accountable, and I will." He trailed off, his voice growing more serious.
"So, my real intention for coming here is to let you know, if you want to fire me..." Naruto sniffed, struggling to keep his composure.
"Fire me." He whimpered.
"If you don't want to see me again," He sniffed again, "then so be it."
"If you want me far, far away from you," She heard his voice break into a sob, "I will respect your wishes and never show my face to you again. I will never-"
"No," Hinata finally spoke up, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it.
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her throat and ringing in her ears, making it difficult to hear anything else.
She couldn't let him leave like this, not when she knew how much he meant to her, not when she realized how much she meant to him too.
This is it.
She's going to do it.
She's going to tell him.
With a deep breath, she did the unthinkable.
Summoning every ounce of courage within her, Hinata took a leap of faith.
She let her body guide her as she reached one hand over and grasped the shower knob, shutting it off and stopping the flow of water.
Afterward, she turned and grasped the door handle, and pushed the shower door open.
She took a step on the gym tiles before her shower stall with a wet splat, then another, closing the shower door behind her.
Naruto's heart felt as if it made a sudden leap toward his throat, jolting around in his chest cavity as he heard the gentle sound of Hinata's voice finally acknowledging him, accompanied by the silence of splashing water and then a creak of a shower door.
With one swift motion, he jerked his head up from the ground, only to find Hinata standing before him.
He nearly choked on his own spit, feeling as though the air had been sucked out of the room as he beheld her, his cerulean eyes widening in sheer surprise and disbelief.
"H-Hinata-chan," He managed to whisper, his voice barely audible, completely breathless, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Was this some sort of dream?
Was this real?
Hinata stood there before him like an angel, completely and utterly naked.
And despite the fact she was so exposed, she appeared confident, her entire body laid bare for him to see.
She seemed to glow with an ethereal beauty, captivating him in a way he had never experienced before.
Hinata was naked... in front of him!
Naruto blinked several times, trying to test if he was dreaming or if what he saw was merely a figment of his imagination—the same fantasy he harbored every single night as he jerked off at the thought of her—of Hinata.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing was real!
The Hinata standing before him now was certainly not the Hinata he first met.
Not even close.
The Hinata he first met would've never done something so bold as this: standing completely naked before him, her trainer!
The situation was bizarre, almost surreal, and yet it highlighted just how far she had come in her journey.
The confidence she showed now was a far cry from the shy, hesitant woman he first met—the woman who stammered whenever she spoke to him, blushed deeply when he looked at her, and struggled with loving her body.
Now that , left him in awe.
Fuck that.
He didn't know how to feel.
Every nuance of Hinata's nude figure seemed to freeze him in place.
Her pale skin was exposed, her body speckled with the remnants of her shower, water cascading off her form and pooling at her feet, forming a small puddle on the ground.
The damp tendrils of her silky dark blue hair framed her soft, rounded face and smooth jawline. Her expressive lavender eyes, rosy cheeks, and naturally pink, plump lips were perfectly highlighted, with her hair slipping down her shoulders to tickle her back gently.
Her hourglass figure was on full display, every curve and sculpted contour of her pale body drawing his gaze like a moth to a flame.
From her graceful shoulders to her voluptuous breasts and rosy nipples, down to her slender waist and curved hips, every inch of her body invited his admiration.
Not a single speck of hair adorned her smooth skin, not even between her legs, where she was perfectly shaved, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Naruto's eyes traversed Hinata's body from head to toe, lingering on each curve and dip as if committing them to memory.
She was so beautiful, more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.
Holy fuck.
With each passing moment, the intensity of his desire for Hinata seemed to grow stronger.
The very same desire that he kept hidden, tried to quell behind closed doors, and one that haunted his every waking thought.
Even now, he couldn't escape it.
Couldn't hide it.
Naruto took a deep swallow, his adam's apple shifting visibly, the knot in his throat rising and then falling with a heavy drop.
He watched in astonishment as Hinata shook her head, her lips forming a deep pout.
"No," She murmured again, voicing a plea.
"Please, don't go."
"H-Hinata-chan... Nani-" The blonde trainer stammered, his eyes wide with confusion.
"I know that you want me."
Hinata's sudden outburst rocketed towards him, striking Naruto square in the gut with the force of a speeding train, leaving him breathless and reeling.
At the same time, it squeezed his heart tightly, as if trying to wring out every drop of emotion within him, and have his face completely rat him out.
The blonde struggled miserably to maintain his composure, his blue eyes widening, nearly bulging from his skull.
"I know that you have feelings for me," Hinata continued, her voice trembling slightly.
But even so, she smiled.
Smiled at him.
"It's okay, because I have feelings for you too." Hinata confessed breathlessly, her every breath seeming to make her breasts wobble, sending more droplets of water dripping down her skin.
Her smile was faint, a delicate one that caused her eyes to close momentarily, highlighting the delicate pink blush on her cheeks.
"I have had these feelings since the day I met you, N-Naruto-sensei."
Naruto's heart raced as he listened to Hinata's confession, his mind struggling to process the flood of emotions and desires coursing through him.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, taking in every subtle movement, every flicker of expression on her face.
Her voice was so soft and gentle, yet each word resonated deeply within him, touching his heart, no, his soul.
Hinata has no idea how long he's been waiting for her to say those words.
Naruto couldn't do anything but marvel at her.
Now it was his turn to have his mouth left agape, frozen in place like an idiot.
Hinata took a deep breath, gathering her courage, "You were always so strong, so kind, and you never gave up on helping me achieve my goals, no matter how many times I struggled to catch on, no matter how many times I wanted to quit." She whimpered, blinking away the happy tears that began to build up.
"Y-You stood by me through thick and thin, Naruto-sensei, always managing to make me smile, even when I'm tired, sweaty, and just so over it all," She remarked with a playful eye roll.
She also giggled, a sound so adorable it never failed to elicit a smile from him.
And this time was no different.
As if on cue, her laughter broke Naruto from his trance, prompting a grin to spread across his face.
Before he knew it, a chuckle bubbled up in his chest and slipped past his lips. But that chuckle quickly phased into a full-blown laugh, which felt absolutely amazing to the blonde.
As they say, laughter is the best medicine after all.
Naruto could very well deem the truth of that statement because simply laughing had the power to gradually dissolve the sorrow and regret he had been feeling earlier, easing the burden of guilt from his shoulders.
Hinata's heart swelled with joy at the sight of Naruto's smile, and the sound of his laughter. His facial features practically lit up, and his eyes crinkled at the corners in genuine happiness.
All because of her.
The warmth of his smile filled her with a sense of contentment, her stomach fluttering with butterflies in her stomach.
Her smile widened.
"Naruto-sensei." She called, which put a cease to his laughter, his gaze meeting hers again.
He was met with a smile from Hinata that melted his heart.
"I want you to know that I have always looked up to you, sensei. I-I still do," She stammered.
Naruto's mouth hung right back open, body trembling uncontrollably, his mighty chest heaving.
He released his clenched fists and brought his hands from between his outstretched legs, gripping the fabric of his shorts tightly instead.
Hinata hummed, "You gave me hope, inspired me to grow stronger, to aim for better. You help me build my confidence, to recognize my self-worth." She beamed.
"You even helped me learn to love my body." She gently lowered her hands, cupping them over her breasts before gliding them down her flat stomach.
Naruto found himself hypnotized, watching her hands touch herself, her breasts bouncing at the slightest contact of her fingers.
"Fuck, Hinata-chan." He moaned.
She smiled before dropping her hands, "You transformed me, and I don't know how I will ever repay you for your guidance and support." Her smile just seemed to grow bigger and bigger, more happy tears building in her eyes.
"So, there's no need for you to apologize, sensei." She acknowledged, with a shake of her head.
Hinata glanced her eyes away from him for a moment, biting her lip, "I-I should've confessed sooner, should've told you how I felt before..."
She sighed in frustration, trying desperately to gather her words, "I-I-I know its l-long overdue n-now-"
"No, it's right on time, love," Naruto interrupted, another chuckle escaping him as he finally snapped out of his trance and rose from the bench, causing it to creak beneath him.
He nodded, a smile of understanding gracing his lips, "You're right. I do feel the same way, Hinata-chan." Naruto confirmed, stepping closer to her.
Hinata's smile widened as she saw him inching nearer.
"In all honesty, love, it seems you're far braver than I am." He laughed, prompting her to laugh as well, "I could have never mustered the courage to tell you my feelings so directly."
He pulled one hand up, "Especially not like this." He rocked his hand about, gesturing toward her naked body.
Hinata gasped in disbelief, unable to believe what she was hearing. The idea of Naruto being afraid seemed so out of place to her—it was something she never would have imagined.
"N-Nani? Seriously?" She teased playfully.
Naruto chuckled, lifting his arms playfully, "Yeah, it's quite something, isn't it?"
He lowered his hands, clicking his tongue, "I guess even I have moments of fear " He conceded, laying bare his vulnerability.
He let out a sigh, his expression shifting into a more serious one.
"I was terrified..." He trailed, "of losing you if I confessed my feelings," He confessed, his gaze softening, "So I kept quiet. But you..." His eyes widened in admiration.
"You weren't afraid. You took that leap of faith and confessed, Hinata-chan. You did something even I couldn't bring myself to do. So, in that case..." He trailed off, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes.
He smiled, a bright smile, proud to say the least, "You've outdone your sensei, Hinata-chan. You've surpassed me."
Hinata's heart fluttered at his words, her breath catching in her throat.
Her mouth gaped.
'Did he just say that?' Hinata screeched in her head.
'No way did he just say that?' She screeched mentally once more.
Hinata was utterly mind-blown, touched to the core by Naruto's admission. The weight of his praise sank deep into her being, warming her from the inside out. Even his smile washed over her, pride evident in every curve of his lips, a sight that made her own lips quiver.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"W-Wow." Hinata sniffled, "I never imagined I-I would ever see the day where I could surpass you, Naruto-sensei," She expressed in awe, observing as he inched closer.
Naruto chuckled lightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips, "You've come a long way, Hinata-chan. It hasn't been easy, but I've never stopped believing in you. Not for a second." He reassured her, his voice tinged with pride.
Hinata blushed, feeling a surge of warmth well up in her chest at his words, "Oh, arigato, Naruto-sensei. Arigato, for everything." She expressed earnestly, deeply grateful.
"You're welcome, my love-"
"But I um, also have another confession." Hinata hummed with a bat of her eyelashes, briefly nibbling on her lower lip.
"Another one?" Naruto's brows arched with intrigue as he took another step closer to her, his blue eyes darkening given his growing arousal.
She nodded eagerly, bringing one hand forth to play with her hair, running her fingers through the sopping wet strands.
"Hai, I-I um, actually liked it."
"Liked what?" Naruto's curiosity deepened, his gaze unwavering.
"When you touched me. I always liked it when you touched me." Hinata admitted, another confession of her own.
"Y-You did, huh?" Naruto's eyes widened slightly, surprised by her admission.
"I want you to touch me more."
"Where?"
"Everywhere." Hinata's voice grew slightly bolder, practically moaning at him.
Her lavender eyes locked onto his blue ones, and for once, they both boldly reflected what the other felt, openly displaying their emotions.
The thin line between professional trainer and trainee had officially blurred, and now they were acting on feelings they had both always known were there.
"Everywhere?" Naruto repeated, finally stepping in front of Hinata.
Hinata nodded, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "Hai, everywhere. I want you to touch every inch of my body, N-Naruto-sensei."
And that was all Naruto had to hear before he let the beast inside him loose, breaking free from the shackles he had placed on himself.
Finally, he was going to act on the desires, the feelings he had harbored for Hinata since the moment their eyes first met.
He's not going to hold himself back anymore.
To hell with his job.
To hell with the rules.
To hell with everything.
He loves Hinata.
And Hinata loves him too.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world around them faded away until it was just the two of them.
Only them.
Naruto breathed hotly against her lips, his blue eyes repeatedly flickering down to them.
"Then everywhere it is."
And it was those words, he sealed the deal.
Before Hinata could even blink, Naruto reached one hand forward, roughly cupping her cheek and slamming his lips against hers.
The force of his body crashing into hers caused her backside to slam against the shower glass door behind her, the impact echoing with a sharp thud, leaving her breathless from the sudden collision.
The cool surface pressed into her bare backside, sending a shiver down Hinata's spine.
But Hinata stood unfazed.
Unfazed by how rough Naruto was with her.
Instead, she busied herself with frantically tearing his clothes off.
Her delicate hands hurriedly traveled down his torso, gripping the hem of his sleeveless hoodie and peeling it up his body and over his head.
She flung the discarded article aside with an indifference that made Naruto chuckle, clearly not caring where it landed. Naruto quickly moved to help her, his hands fumbling to shed the rest of his clothes off.
Their kiss paused briefly, but they quickly dove back in, their lips eager to reconnect, not wanting the moment to end.
Their kiss was relentless, only becoming messier and messier.
Lips clashed against lips.
Teeth grazed against teeth.
And breaths mingled.
There was no finesse, only the desperate need to be close to one another, to finally express their feelings.
Their tongues tangled, colliding against one another, engaged in a battle where neither cared who came out on top.
Their saliva slipped from their mouths as they explored and tasted the other with a fervor that left them both breathless and craving for more.
Hinata practically melted in the kiss.
Literally.
She quite literally felt her soul escape her body and ascend to heaven in response to Naruto's lips ravaging hers. She found herself pausing in her efforts to remove his shorts, her hands rushing forth to wrap her arms around his neck, clinging onto him for dear life.
For a moment there, she had totally forgotten what it was like to be kissed or what lips even felt like against hers.
The warmth.
The softness.
The intimacy.
The last time she had been kissed was in high school. Sadly.
But now, as Hinata reminisced, all the kisses she had combined back then could not even hold a candle to the kiss Naruto was bestowing upon her right now.
His kiss was so powerful, packed such a mighty punch that it made the kisses with her ex seem like child's play, a feeble attempt at intimacy.
Her ex's kisses now seemed like a cheap knock-off of what a true kiss should be—a true kiss from a real man should feel like.
Yes, Naruto... Oh, Kami.
Naruto was on a completely different level.
He had the ability to make her feel like the only woman in the world, the only woman that mattered with just a kiss.
The way his body of muscles pressed against her soft curves...
The way his calloused hand, rough yet powerful, chose to cradle her face gently, treating her like a precious treasure deserving of love and adoration.
The way he explored her lips with a sense of purpose and passion...
Oh yes.
It all spoke so much about his maturity and understanding of what it meant to truly connect with someone on a deeper level.
Indeed, a man he was—a man whom Hinata would willingly open her legs to.
Personal trainer or not.
Naruto's lips were so addictive; they seemed to ignite something deep within Hinata that had been dormant for far too long.
Like a delicious sin, she couldn't resist.
His lips were a perfect blend of soft and firm, the deep depths of his mouth exuding a welcoming warmth that drew her in. He moved his lips with a knowing precision, with confidence as if he had studied her every response and knew exactly how to elicit a reaction.
He explored her mouth with his tongue with an aim to be as nasty as possible, swiping the top of his wet appendage across her teeth and gums, only to end it off by sticking it down her throat.
He found all the right spots to suck, to lick, to bite, to unravel her completely.
He also tasted sweet too, so sweet.
Kami, she wanted to eat him.
Hinata felt like she couldn't breathe.
Her head kept knocking back, the resounding thuds reverberating against the shower door as Naruto fervently moved his head to deepen the kiss, his body pressing her further into the enclosed space.
But deepening the kiss wasn't his only intention.
He suddenly pulled away, trailing his lips from hers down to her cheek, jawline, and neck, leaving a path of warm butterfly kisses and a glistening trace of saliva along her pale skin. His moans grew more intense as he worshipped her body with each kiss, finally exploring her freely as he had always dreamed.
And Hinata welcomed him to explore her, every last inch of her.
He kissed her all over, taking his time. He savored the taste and texture of her wet skin, the shower water droplets mingling with his lips.
His hands also began to move, and he suddenly surprised her by cupping her breasts, one in each hand.
He gently kneaded them, like dough, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through Hinata. Her breath hitched, and she arched her back, pressing herself more firmly into his manly hands, savoring the sensation of his strong, warm touch.
Hinata moaned softly, but her moan turned into an even louder one when Naruto surprised her yet again by lowering himself and taking one of her nipples into his warm mouth.
He sucked hard.
Kami, it felt so good.
Hinata felt her body squirming, her breasts vibrating with delight at finally being touched by someone other than herself—specifically by Naruto, her dear sensei.
Her pussy was practically gushing now as she watched him just go at it, sucking on her perky tit, his lips tightly sealed around it. His blonde bangs partially covered his eyes by his stance, but that didn't stop him from looking up at her.
The corners of his lips curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying her reactions. He pulled back with a plop, leaving her rosy red nipple glistening with his saliva. Hinata's breath hitched at the sudden coolness against her wet skin, sending more shivers up her spine.
Without hesitation, he shifted to the other nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking eagerly.
His hand continued to knead and squeeze the first breast, ensuring it didn't feel neglected. His palm pressed firmly against the soft flesh, his fingers occasionally grazing her sensitive nipple, sending double waves of pleasure straight through her body. The combination of his mouth and hand working in tandem was almost too much to bear, leaving her gasping and moaning in his grasp.
Hinata felt like she was losing it.
She squirmed even more, her legs weak and trembling, "Ooh, sensei, yes," She moaned, barely able to speak, drool forming at the corners of her mouth.
"Mmm, you like that?" Naruto asked with a groan, releasing her right nipple out of his mouth with another sloppy, lewd plop, before moving back to hungrily suck on her left one.
He alternated between them rather quickly.
First left, then right, back to left, and then right again.
He then caught her off guard by bringing her breasts together, pressing the two mounds against each other in the center of her chest. This allowed him to take both nipples into his gaping mouth, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he gazed up at her.
Hinata almost came right then and there.
A pleasant sensation tugged deep in her gut, then slipped down to her pussy, stirring it up exactly as it desired.
She squealed as she watched him suck both of her nipples, simultaneously.
It was so hot.
"Ooh yes, Naruto-sensei! Kami, that feels soo good!!" Hinata screeched, just absolutely loving the skilled way he handled her—played with her. It was just like her kinky little sex dreams.
"Mmm, your tits are so perfect, Hinata-chan," Naruto groaned, releasing both of her nipples, watching them wobble about. His lips were now slick with his saliva, which he licked off slowly with his tongue.
"I can just fucking-mmm."
Before he could even get the words out, Hinata suddenly reached out, her hands moving to cup his cheeks, pulling him into another kiss. She couldn't control herself. She wanted to feel the very lips, that had brought her such pleasure, pressed against hers once more.
Naruto moaned into the kiss, far from complaining. to kissing Hinata. Hell no.
He had no complaint in the world.
Naruto responded with equal fervor, matching her intensity.
But reunited once more, Naruto decided it was time to resume undressing, to get his hands back to work. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts, swiftly pulling them down, while Hinata's hands deftly found their way under his boxers, removing them too.
He then kicked off his sneakers and socks in a rush, his shoes awkwardly bouncing across the tiled floors before eventually coming to a stop further into the room.
Now, he was finally naked.
Completely naked.
Naruto stood there in all his naked glory, before Hinata, prompting her to break their kiss to excitedly take in the sight of his exposed body, a vision of masculine perfection laid bare before her.
Her breath caught in her throat as she drank in every inch of him, her eyes tracing the curves and contours of his mighty physique.
It was a moment she had dreamt of countless times, but the reality exceeded even her wildest fantasies.
Hinata's hand trembled slightly as she reached out to touch Naruto's chest. Her fingers tentatively delved into tight but supple skin that invited her touch, her fingertips sinking into his sun-kissed flesh.
Now it was her turn to run her hands over his body, and she ensured not a single inch of him was left untouched.
She rocked her hand about, feeling the ridges and valleys of his muscles, feeling the way they rippled like waves in response to her fingers.
Her touches were feather-light and pleasurable, causing Naruto to tilt his head back and release sounds that stirred Hinata's pussy awake.
Her juices began to trickle down her thighs, mixing with the remnants of the shower water that still covered her.
"Oh kami, you... you're so perfect, sensei," She stammered, speechless.
Hinata marveled at the definition of his abs, the strength in his arms, the firmness of his chest, and the overall massive size of his body in comparison to hers.
His mere form cast a shadow over her, the dimension of his shoulders surpassing the width of her entire body, cornering her against the shower door.
It was a sensory overload, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips, realizing the raw power and beauty of him; a chiseled masterpiece that's laid hidden from her all this time.
This was Naruto, her sensei, her crush, completely exposed before her.
Vulnerable yet strong.
Hinata was in total awe.
She couldn't keep her eyes off of him.
Her fingers traced further down, nails clawing against his skin leaving behind red trails on his tanned flesh.
Naruto groaned once more, "Fuck."
Hinata hummed, her fingers continuing down his toned abdomen, all eight of his abs, his defined V-line, his taut thighs, until her fingertips brushed against the pointy meat monster that boldly stuck out at her, sticking from a wild patch of blonde hair.
The part of him she's been fantasizing the most about.
But as soon as she touched it, she felt a large hand reach to grab her wrist, halting her movements.
"Careful, love." Naruto chuckled dryly, raising one blonde eyebrow at her.
"You sure you wanna go there?" He teased once more, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.
His words carried a hint of challenge as if he was daring her, testing her limits. Hinata could feel it, he was pushing the boundaries, determined to see how far she was willing to go with him.
Hinata could detect a challenge when it was presented, and she definitely knew that's what Naruto was throwing her way now.
And without hesitation, she embraced it.
Hinata extended her tongue, gliding it sensually across her lips, savoring the lingering taste of him on them.
Naruto let out a low groan, his gaze following the path of her tongue.
"What's the matter, sensei?" She teased, an amusing glint in her eyes.
She cocked her head to the side, a playful pout on her lips, "Afraid you'll be too rough with me?" She teased, a challenge and invitation wrapped in one enticing package.
Naruto's laughter rumbled in his chest, his eyes crinkled at the corners. A fondness was evident in his gaze as he met her playful challenge with a knowing smile.
"Heh, you read my mind, sweetheart." He moaned before reaching out with his free hand. He wrapped his large hand around her petite neck and roughly pulled her closer, eliciting a gasp from her.
"Don't wanna hurt ya."
Hinata playfully giggled, a cute giggle,
"Aww, that's funny, I always thought you were a vanilla guy," She teased, with a rock of her body.
She couldn't resist teasing him.
It was so fun.
And it was even more rewarding to see his face scrunch up at her remark, one of his eyebrows raising high.
A reaction she honestly wasn't expecting.
Naruto tsked softly, releasing her wrist before sliding both of his hands along the sides of her neck to cradle her cheeks, holding her face gently but firmly.
With his height advantage, he loomed over her, a dominant presence that sent a thrill down her spine.
He seemed to laugh at her response.
"Vanilla, huh..." His gaze leisurely traced a path from Hinata's face down to her sexy ass body; a body he's wanted nothing more than to fuck the shit out of, to work her holes raw.
'Vanilla, she says?' Naruto mused, his lips curling in a scoff.
If one could peer into the depths of his mind and see the vivid, carnal fantasies of Hinata that haunted him daily—desires he struggled to suppress with all his might—they would surely realize that 'vanilla' was definitely not the word to even begin to fucking describe them.
Naruto tsked once more.
"Oh my love, I hate to break it to ya," He cracked a grin, "but you are sorely mistaken-"
"Show me," Hinata exhaled, her voice trembling with anticipation, "Show me that side of you, Naruto-sensei." Her nod was eager, almost desperate.
"Please, I-I can handle it."
"Mmm, you're playing with fire, Hinata-chan," He warned, but her smile grew when she saw the flicker of approval in his eyes.
"But of course, when have I ever denied your wishes, hm?"
"Never," Hinata breathed, her trust in him unwavering.
"And it ain't starting now," Naruto growled against her lips, before moving his face forward to press his lips against hers once more, emitting a wet plop through the space.
He pulled back only to dive forward and give her another one, her head rocking in his hold.
Hinata moaned.
"Mmm, I'm gonna fuck your brains out, baby." He kissed her again.
"Gonna push that body to its limits like never before." He promised with a gruff groan.
"Stretch those pretty fucking holes of yours." He murmured against her lips, followed by another deep kiss, a rougher one that caused her head to cock back in his hold.
"Wear you out," He continued, keeping her firmly placed with his large hands against her cheeks, cupping along her jawline.
"Heh," He chuckled softly, his breath hot against her skin, "and drive that beautiful mind of yours wild," He breathed, horny as fuck.
Just as Hinata was.
"I hope you can keep up with me," Naruto quipped, that same mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.
Hinata hummed, shrugging.
"Mmm, well," She remarked, "I suppose trying is better than not trying at all, right?" She countered, giving her breasts a sway all while glancing up at him through her lashes.
Naruto groaned in satisfaction, humming low.
"Mmm, I've taught you well."
With those words, he launched forward to really kiss her, pressing his lips fiercely against hers once more, his hands sliding down to firmly grip her thighs.
Hinata understood exactly what he wanted.
In a swift motion, she leaped up into his waiting arms, feeling the strength of his grip as he effortlessly caught her, placing her delicately against him.
Her legs instinctively wrapped around his muscular waist, pulling him closer, their bodies fitting together in a way that was wrong but felt oh so right.
Her arms desperately sought their place around his neck, fingers tangling in his blonde hair as she drew their kiss deeper.
His hands gave her bouncing juicy ass a playful smack that made her jump in his hold. The alluring squeeze that followed only added to the thrill, her body responding eagerly to his touch as she melted into the kiss.
Extending his hand, Naruto grabbed the shower door, the same one that led to the shower Hinata had just used moments ago.
Naruto brought them both into the shower, carrying Hinata effortlessly against his muscular body as if she weighed nothing more than a toothpick.
His feet splashed against the tile floor, settling in the puddles of water beneath them.
"Back into the shower you go, eh?" Naruto chuckled out, breaking their kiss.
Hinata giggled as Naruto reached over to turn the shower knob back on, unleashing the water again.
"You don't mind if I join ya this time, do you?"
They both shared a joyous laugh as the water from the showerhead shot out and cascaded over their entwined bodies. The warm spray mingled with their laughter, drawing them closer than ever before.
Hinata hummed in satisfaction, bringing one finger forth to tap his nose. She relished his signature foxy grin.
She shook her head, "No, I don't mind, my dear sensei. I don't mind at all."
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"Hai! Like that! Please keep fucking me just like that, Naruto-sensei!"
Hinata's moans were relentless.
Kami, how long had it been since she's been fucked...
and like this?
Too long.
Too damn long.
The women's gym shower room was now filled with her cries of pleasure, desperate and loud, echoing off the walls and shattering the tranquility of the space.
She was loud, maybe a tad too loud, she had to admit, but who could blame her?
She was finally getting some dick.
The man of her dream's dick, to be exact.
So, the last thing on Hinata's mind was the possibility of getting caught or someone overhearing them, especially when she was busy getting her pussy pounded from behind.
How could she think when she was being dicked down so good?
Spoiler alert: She couldn't.
So, no, she didn't give a damn about being heard.
Neither did Naruto.
For them, the outside world was no more, long melted away, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe.
They stood together in the steamy shower, where they explored a new dynamic, a new approach to fitness.
A more intimate route.
A better route in their opinion.
Their bodies naked, pressed together, skin meeting skin.
At this moment, their roles as trainer and trainee were officially discarded, tossed completely out the window.
They abandoned all pretense as they finally made love for the first time.
It was the climax of their longing, a bond that surpassed all previous limitations. Every barrier had crumbled, every inhibition cast aside, and any hint of professionalism that was left between them was now non-existent.
Now, Naruto was no longer Hinata's trainer.
And Hinata was no longer his client.
They were simply two people who had lost control, swept away by the intoxicating bliss of pleasure. They were two people that have given in to the desires they'd kept buried deep inside, each yearning for what the other could offer.
Now, they were no longer hiding.
No longer denying.
No longer holding back.
Their boundaries were broken and now they were letting their true feelings hang all out.
Now, they were raw.
Unfiltered.
Desperate.
Above them, the shower head was working overtime, releasing a steady stream of water nonstop, the droplets flowing on Hinata and Naruto like gentle rain. Every droplet seemed to skate across their bare bodies, tracing along their skin, muscles, and vulnerabilities alike, quickly drenching them both from head to toe.
Blonde and midnight blue hair clung to their damp skin, framing their flushed cheeks and foreheads, and sinking over their glazed eyes.
The sensation of the warm water against their bare skin heightened their senses, making the moment all the more better.
Hinata's body was completely wet, the water soaking her hair, the sleek, dark strands clinging to her skin.
Droplets trickled down her curves, accentuating every contour of her breasts, flat stomach, the small of her back, and rounded buttocks. Each water droplet seemed to illuminate her pale skin, casting a radiant glow over her entire body; like a sculpture of natural beauty.
Naruto was equally soaked to the bone, water sliding all over his tanned muscles, cleansing away the sweat and dirt that clung to his skin, leaving behind a radiant sheen.
Every sculpted muscle gleamed in the light, from his bulging deltoids and biceps to his defined eight-pack and powerful quadriceps and hamstrings; sturdy pillars of strength bulging under the water's constant attention.
With his calloused hands keeping a firm grip on her hips, he had Hinata pinned against the shower door. Her breasts were flattened against the glass, rosebud nipples grazing its surface as he took her from behind.
Bent over completely, Hinata made room for the muscular giant behind her, who amusingly seemed to fill the entire space in the shower, fitting perfectly against her soft curves.
The steam from the shower now filled the air, casting a veil over their bodies, and coating the frosted glass in a thick mist.
Through the steamy haze, only the curves of Hinata's pale figure and the contrasting tan, muscular silhouette of Naruto standing behind her were visible on the other side of the glass.
Yet, even with this limited view, it was clear what was transpiring between them.
Crystal clear.
Naruto's hips, firm as steel, delivered relentless thrusts echoing the pounding beat of a drum, slaying Hinata's cheeks like there was no tomorrow.
Each impact felt like a sharp crack of a whip against her backside, sending a powerful wave of pleasure coursing through her arched spine, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.
Her petite form paled in comparison to Naruto's towering frame as she arched to meet his thrusts which were so mighty, they kept her pressed against the unforgiving shower door.
Their hips smacked together in a desperate, needy fit, back and forth, the sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberating through the steam-filled room nonstop.
An erotic tune of their own making.
Naruto showed no signs of stopping, his movements as consistent and powerful as ever.
He kept at it, relentlessly offering all nine bulging inches of his cock to Hinata's needy pussy, its folds throbbing around his shaft, drooling its juices all over the place.
Her velvety walls obediently kept themselves spread wide for him, eagerly welcoming the intrusion of something larger than her own fingers or her vibrator for a change—a big ass cock that transversed places within her that neither of those things could reach.
His cock brought forth a delicious sensation of fullness, stretching her open, sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
With each moment that's passed, with each thrust, she could feel the floodgates inside her crack wider and wider.
And as each second passed, Hinata was reminded of everything she had been missing, everything she had been longing for.
And she felt thankful that now she's finally gotten... everything.
Hinata mewled in glee, a big stupid grin plastered on her flushed face, her lavender eyes heavily glazed.
She had totally forgotten how good it felt to be filled by a man's cock.
It was so large, thick, hot, and alive.
Hinata arched herself to the pleasure like a parched flower, relishing every moment, every entry and exit of Naruto within her.
Each time he plunged his cock deep into her core, his mushroom tip grazing against her cervix, she experienced a gratifying sense of fullness followed by a moment of emptiness as he thrust out, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her.
It was a cycle.
Being close, Naruto let out numerous sexy ass moans by her ear, his muscles weighing heavily against her.
His calloused hands maintained their firm grip on her hips, delivering satisfying squeezes that her inner walls absolutely loved. They responded eagerly, tightening around his cock in a snug embrace, rewarding him in kind with jolts of addicting pleasure.
Another groan escaped his lips by her ear, accompanied by a string of curses.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Your pussy's so tight, baby."
The sound of Naruto swearing was still so new to her, and no matter how many times he'd dropped curse bombs on her, she just couldn't quite get used to them.
But she couldn't deny that hearing him curse was so hot.
"Kami, it feels so good to be inside you, Hina."
Hinata perked up at the new nickname. Ooh, that's new.
She certainly liked it.
Hell, who was she kidding? She loved everything Naruto did and said.
Absolutely everything.
Every move Naruto made seemed to sear a path through her as he continued to explore the depths of her tight vaginal canal.
The heat that seemed to literally radiate from his veiny shaft remained inside her even when he momentarily slipped out of her.
It felt like a branding.
His essence imprinted on her slick walls, a constant reminder of his presence and the pleasure he brought.
A constant reminder that...
Her pussy was now his pussy.
And for the most part, her pussy was happy with that fact.
Quite the naughty thing it was.
Her pussy was having one happy ass time, basking in the attention it had craved for so long, relishing the stimulation from the very source that had kept it wet every second of every day.
Hinata felt her lips fluttering and spasming down there, her opening contracting around the imposing girth that steadily pumped it raw and stretched it to its limits.
Her pussy practically sang praises of the pleasure it experienced, contributing to the many sounds that the two were already making. The obnoxiously loud, juicy squelching sounds it made showcased a level of ecstasy that even her own touch couldn't replicate.
Her pussy was putting on a show for Naruto, behaving like a needy little slut all by itself.
But Hinata couldn't ignore one undeniable truth.
The longer his cock pounded her...
The longer he expertly kept his tempo without fail, and...
The longer he commanded his hips to strike her with the same strength and force...
She began to recall something.
Hinata began to truly understand the essence of Naruto's words from earlier, witnessing firsthand the depth of their meaning.
The promises he made.
The warnings he gave.
"Mmm, you're playing with fire, Hinata-chan."
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
"I hope you can keep up with me."
Those were clear cautionary signs for her.
Hinata must have been out of her mind to completely overlook the incredible stamina that Naruto possessed, the unwavering determination he showed in every active endeavor.
How could she forget that the man literally had unlimited stamina; that he seemingly never gets tired?
And it must've also slipped her mind that sex was undeniably an active endeavor in itself as well.
'Duh Hinata.' She chastised herself.
So, it wasn't exactly rocket science to predict what was about to happen, what was in store for her.
She was in for a long night.
She was bracing herself for a marathon night ahead—drenched and pruney, eagerly taking her sensei's fat cock until the sun came up.
Hinata hummed.
'That doesn't sound too bad to me,' She thought, before her train of thought was abruptly disrupted.
Hinata let out a yelp as Naruto suddenly delivered another powerful thrust that sent mega shockwaves through her, his hips driving into her with the force of a charging bull.
Her hardened nipples were pushed even deeper into the glass door than before, squishing them and sending a jolt of electric pleasure coursing through her body.
Naruto chuckled when he caught Hinata whipping her head back at him over her shoulder, water trickling down her nose from her damp bangs.
"S-Sensei, n-nani-?"
The blonde grinned at her, that familiar mischievous spark ignited in his eyes.
"Gomen, my love." He apologized.
"I just noticed you were... drifting off a bit there." Naruto playfully clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
"You know I don't like that, Hina," He said in a teasing, sing-song tone.
Hinata giggled, arching an eyebrow, "Hm? Don't like what, sensei?"
She decided to indulge in her favorite endeavor and tease her spiky-haired trainer a bit.
Naruto leaned in closer, licking the water from his lips, "When you're not focused, especially when you're not focused on me," He admitted with a smirk, his blue eyes hooded.
"Stay focused, Hina," He urged, his voice deep and husky, sending a shiver down her spine.
"I need your full attention, completely focused as I fuck you," He whispered, his warm breath caressing her skin.
"Can you do that for me?" He asked with a nod, seeking confirmation.
Hinata bit her lip but obediently nodded, "Hai, sensei."
"Now that's the spirit."
And with those words said, Naruto went right back to fucking her.
And Hinata went right back to screaming.
Naruto took her deep as he took her hard.
The facade of restraint he had maintained for all this time, for months, has completely shattered, giving way to raw desire and passion that consumed him entirely.
He wasn't taking it easy on Hinata.
He wasn't holding back, nowhere near the vanilla shit Hinata had imagined he'd stick to. Hell no.
Naruto went all in on that pussy, giving her everything he had, his one hundred percent without hesitation or regrets.
Hinata struggled to hold on, to obey his order to stay focused on him and not totally blank out.
He thrust into her with such intensity that it felt like an assault on her poor body. He fucked her so hard that it seemed as if he wanted to penetrate her right through the glass of the shower door itself.
He told her he'll fuck her brains out, and that was a promise he intended to keep.
Naruto demonstrated a mastery over her pleasure, every touch, every whispered word, and every thrust driving her closer to a mind-shattering orgasm.
He was a mentor even now. Oddly enough.
He was a mentor in the realm of intimacy, not only commanding her directly but commanding her body with expertise, coaxing her inner walls to respond as he desired.
Stretch. Tighten. Cum.
Her pussy followed his lead, obediently responding to the whispered instructions of his cock with a language of their own, bringing them both to the pinnacle of shared pleasure.
Naruto made her take every inch of his nine-inch cock, clutching her hips with a firmness that threatened to leave bruises on her susceptible skin.
The spiky-haired trainer watched her from behind. A beautiful fucking sight.
Her pale body was entirely covered in water just like his, steadily sprayed upon by the active shower head.
Rivulets of water meandered down her slender back, tracing a path over her supple ass cheeks, down the crevice between them before teasing his cock as it thrust in and out of her snug warmth.
He watched the water wash her, more particularly tracking the water droplets that slipped down to her rear end.
He groaned.
That fucking ass.
Oh yes, Hinata had quite the ass on her. A feast for the senses.
That ass of hers was an alluring sight, one that captured his gaze and held it captive. An ass he remembered assisting her vividly in sculpting through countless leg lunges, mountain climbers, and squats.
It was a reward just seeing it in her high waist sculpted yoga pants and leggings, (even better when she was in shorts), but damn, it was a true blessing to see it now, fully revealed in all its naked glory.
Holy fuck, he felt like bussing his load right then and there.
Naruto felt his nuts tighten.
The blonde couldn't take his eyes off of it.
Both cheeks were round and full, bouncing each time his hips crashed into her, meeting his shaft in a collision like the clash of cymbals. Her pale skin was smooth and flawless, begging to be touched, caressed, and spanked.
The view of her buttocks, outlined by the arch of her lower back and the graceful curve of her thighs, was enough to keep him rock hard and going on strong.
It was enough to have him drooling all over the place like a fucking dog; enough to make him want to devour her ass with his tongue, and palm its curves with his hands.
Her ass was a sight to behold, a perfect blend of softness and firmness that promised endless delights to his eyes, and to his cock as it steadily massaged itself along his length.
Naruto couldn't help himself and landed a solid smack across her ass. The sound of his slap echoed through the room, as did the loud cry from Hinata that followed it.
The spiky-haired blonde then grabbed her right cheek firmly with a lewd moan, giving it a playful jiggle, stealing more glimpses of her pretty pink pussy in between.
"Fuck, you're killing me, Hina." He let out another curse, the new nickname dripping with such eroticism that it caused Hinata's pussy to clench around his cock even tighter.
Naruto groaned, taking a breath through his teeth, "You're fucking killing me with your pretty ass, fuck." He groaned in drunken frustration, marveling at her perfection.
"I can't get enough of you, baby."
Hinata let out a moan before playfully shaking her ass, tempting Naruto even further by swaying her cheeks along his length, from tip to base.
Naruto groaned, a guttural sound of pleasure, biting his lip as he beheld her twerk that ass on him.
However, her teasing only earned her another firm slap across the ass. And just as he expected, Hinata released a quivering moan in response.
Fucking music to his ears.
The blonde savored the sound of her moans; they were the one of the best parts of the entire moment.
Hinata was so vocal to him, so vocal in her pleasure.
A true screamer.
Her soft, angelic voice hit notes so high that would bring an opera singer to shame, her voice ringing his ears causing him to actually wince.
She screamed, as if every sensation was overwhelming her, as if she was losing her mind.
But her screams were a good thing.
It means he was putting in work.
"Sensei! S-Sensei, hai, right there!!" Hinata's voice trembled with desire as she gasped out his title, her words a plea for more of the intense pleasure he was delivering.
Even now, she couldn't let go of calling him sensei. It was hot, and she knew Naruto secretly loved when she called him that.
Her suspicions were confirmed when she felt his dick twitch inside of her, knocking against her walls like a flopping fish.
Naruto cursed again, moving one hand away from her hip to run it through his sopping wet blonde hair, bringing it out of his face.
"Holy fuck."
Hinata whimpered once more as the sting of another harsh slap spread across her ass, the sensation searing her skin and leaving a rosy hue in its wake.
Her voice dropped to a low hum as the sting settled in, a mixture of pleasure and pain echoing through the steam-filled air of the shower.
"Oh k-k-kami!!"
Each gasp that escaped her parted lips merely added to the fog on the shower door, with loose strands of water droplets trickling down its surface at varying speeds—a mix of slow, steady streams and quick, rushing droplets.
Her delicate hands were firmly pressed against the slick wall, seeking support amidst the intense pleasure.
"Mmm, your moans are so beautiful, Hina." Naruto breathed close to her ear, rushing his calloused hands up her perfectly arched backside.
She shuddered.
"I just love the sounds you make." He breathed close, his voice incredibly husky.
"I love that adorable squeak you let out when I do this."
Suddenly, with a growl, he gave her a deep thrust, burying his cock into the deepest reaches of her pussy, forcing her canal to swallow him.
And just as he predicted again, Hinata let out a high-pitched mouse squeak, her legs wobbling like crazy below her.
"N-Nghh, sensei!!"
Naruto chuckled.
"Hell yeah!" He whooped in delight, basking in her reaction. His abs clenched tight as her velvety walls squeezed needingly around his length, constricting him in place.
Her walls felt incredibly hot, like an oven slowly cooking his cock, but in the most pleasurable way possible.
The spiky-haired trainer moaned, "Oh yes, baby. And I love the needy little moans you make when I just fucking start it back up again." Naruto playfully teased her before ramping back up his thrusts, kicking his hips back into gear.
Pulling his pelvis away from her asscheeks, he withdrew his length until only the tip remained inside her, creating a wet, sloppy squelch to emit.
Then, he rolled his hips against her, greeting her with a nine-incher she could feel all the way to her stomach.
Her lavender eyes rolled.
"Hai! Hai, like that! Give it to me!" Hinata cried out, her body spasming from the overwhelming fullness she felt.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll give it to you," Naruto growled, reaching out to grasp a handful of her hair.
Hinata moaned softly, her head tilting back sharply. Ooh, kinky.
"I'll give it to you so fucking good, beautiful."
It was only then that Naruto picked up his pace, and really showed her what it felt like to be fucked by a man. But he didn't just pick up his pace, he also simultaneously switched it up on her ass.
Naruto started by gyrating against her, moving his hips in a circular motion. He held her waist with one hand to provide stability as he thrust into her, while the other hand firmly gripped her hair, pulling her upper body away from the shower door.
Naruto tightly gripped the strands of her dark blue hair in his fist, sending sharp jolts of pain through her scalp. Her head jerked back and forth under his control, writhing like a puppet on its strings.
His gyrations, however, soon enough transitioned back into powerful piston thrusts as Hinata's velvety walls lavished his cock with more attention, igniting a fervor in him that escalated higher and higher until...
His hips began to pound against hers twice as fast, the impact intensifying the sound of their bodies colliding, and Hinata's screams.
Now, the veiny shaft inside her indulged in the game of playing with her intestines, each thrust seemingly diving deeper than the last.
Naruto pistoned his hips against her beautifully rounded asscheeks, loving how her round peach treated him to a constant show of bouncing back and forth in a tizzy, delighting his ears with an addicting smack of flesh against flesh every time he made contact with her.
Hinata's body trembled like a leaf under such stimulation, her legs wobbling like noodles.
Her hands were the only lifeline that kept her up, all ten fingers plastered against the glass door.
Hinata felt so good, she could hardly speak.
She could hardly think straight.
Could hardly see.
Her vision blurred as her lavender eyes rushed to the back of her head, her senses overwhelmed by the intense stimulation she felt, both from within and the added sensation of her nipples constantly brushing against the door.
The dual stimulation drove her to the brink of madness, her fingers curling against the glass, leaving streaks of moisture in their wake.
"O-O-Oh Naruto-sensei!" She called out his name, praising him for fucking her so good.
Her stomach churned with anticipation, a tight knot forming as the pleasure surged higher and higher within her.
She certainly knew what that meant.
Her love juices coated Naruto's shaft and thighs, mingling with the warmth of the shower water, creating a slippery mess. It was difficult to distinguish whose essence was whose as it flowed down their legs, under their feet, and eventually down the drain.
Yes, a total mess.
"You like that?" Naruto's movements were rapid, like a jackhammer, steadily splattering shower water all across the way, splashing them tenfold.
Hinata could barely hold on.
Naruto growled, giving her hair a yank, "You like how my cock just works you out, eh? Work out that fucking pussy?"
"Hai, I love it! Work me out!" Hinata screamed, "Work out my naughty hole, sensei-eek!!"
Naruto suddenly switched it up again and began to work his cock in a certain direction so his tip could find her g-spot, purposely keeping his same speedy ass pace.
Hinata released a choked groan, her tongue lolling out of her mouth when he found it.
Naruto nodded in satisfaction, "Ahh, now that's what I'm talking about."
"Gahh! I-I'm gonna cum! I feel like-" She cried out, feeling the knot in her stomach tightened further, almost unbelievably so, practically burning her alive.
Naruto hummed, "Hai, go ahead, Hina. Cum." He commanded, just as he had done countless times before.
"Cum all over this dick." He growled.
"Fucking drench me."
Suddenly, Naruto halted his rapid thrusting by driving his hips deeper into her, burying his cock completely inside her yet again.
He let out a satisfied hum as he felt himself reach her womb, his pelvis kissing her buttocks.
A loud smack echoed through the air, followed by a sudden scream that erupted from Hinata's lips.
She came right on the spot.
"Mmm, hell yeah!" Naruto roared in triumph, her insides squelching like macaroni.
"Ahh, I-I'm cumming!" Hinata let out a raspy, needy cry as her essence spilled out in a rush, spilling all over his cock but also forming a glistening pool on the tiled floor beneath her.
Naruto's primal instincts took over in an instant, his blue eyes locked on the delicacy that was her cum, squirting all over the floor.
Oh no, he can't have that.
He can't let that go to waste.
In a frenzy, like a man possessed, he let her go only to wrap one hand around the base of his shaft. He withdrew from her warmth, his cock flying free with a hefty bounce.
He sought her hips, and before Hinata could even blink, he dove face-first into the intimate space between her asscheeks.
He began feasting on her pussy.
Naruto opened his mouth wide, catching the stream of her cum, his blue eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste of her.
The musky, intoxicating scent of her arousal filled his senses, and the salty tang of her cum drowned his taste buds, driving him to devour her with unbridled passion.
"Mmm, so delicious." The spiky-haired blonde growled, with a slap to Himata's ass, his tongue weaving back and forth against her folds, licking everything in sight.
Hinata's mouth shot wide agape but at this point no sound escaped as Naruto ate her out, his head rocking back and forth between her cheeks, slurping up her love juices in a greedy fit.
Her cum constantly sprayed out of her but instead of splattering on the floor, her essence landed in Naruto's mouth who slurped, and swallowed her up, like a man parched.
He held her open by the asscheeks to ensure she felt every bit of worship his tongue granted her sensitive pussy.
Naruto was determined to make every moment count, determined to guide Hinata through the peaks and valleys of her climax, ensuring she savored every moment of pleasure.
She deserved it after all.
By now, Hinata's cries had grown desperate.
Her legs shook like crazy, a ticking time bomb.
She felt them grow numb, like any minute now they would just give out-
A yelp escaped her lips as her body suddenly gave way, slumping against the shower wall.
However, she didn't feel the chill of the ground beneath her.
Naruto was quick to catch her, his large hands supporting her weight and keeping her upright.
"Woah, easy there, love," He expressed with concern, furrowing his brows.
"You okay?"
Hinata's head spun, struggling to process the words directed at her. She turned her wobbly head to meet Naruto's gaze, her eyes heavily lidded.
"I-I'm f-f-fine. I just... can't feel my legs."
She faintly heard Naruto chuckle at the jumbled mess that spilled from her lips.
The spiky-haired blonde clicked his tongue, gently helping her back to her feet. He watched as she wobbled, prompting him to keep hold of her waist, pushing her backside against his own.
"Can't feel your legs, huh?" He teased by her ear, his expression turning slightly pouty.
"Aww, did I push you too hard? Gomen, Hina."
"It's oka-"
"How about you take a break, hm?"
"Eh?"
Before Hinata could even process what Naruto meant, she was swiftly pulled away from the shower door, and was given a sudden twist leaving her feeling hella dizzy.
But now, she was facing Naruto.
His calloused hands quickly encircled her waist, and in an instant, Hinata found herself scooped off of her feet and lifted into the air, cradled effortlessly by Naruto's strong arms as if she weighed nothing at all.
All Hinata saw was the floor starting to seem far away, her perspective shifting as Naruto just lifted her into the air. The world below her feet seemed to shrink as she ascended, her body rising higher and higher.
The muscles beneath his skin bulged and flexed as he effortlessly bore her weight, the veins visible beneath the surface, spreading like roots beneath his tanned skin.
Hinata couldn't suppress a squeak of embarrassment as Naruto lifted her naked body a bit higher with a gentle motion of his hands against her waist, making her breasts bounce wildly.
And in a blink of an eye, she found herself lifted onto Naruto's broad shoulders, perched there like a chair with her legs hanging down his back.
His trapezius muscles pressed firmly against her inner thighs, the warmth of his body radiating through her skin, enveloping her in a cocoon of heat.
One hand of his quickly moved to press firmly against the middle of her asscheeks steadying her as she sat on his shoulders, hovering in the air.
Hinata gasped in panic, her head spinning with confusion.
The sudden shift in height, going from her usual puny one to being raised in the air, was startling in itself.
It damn near scared the shit out of her.
"S-Sensei, wh-what are you doing?" Hinata squeaked, her hands flailing for support.
She clung to his blonde hair and then his broad shoulders. With a gasp, she even reached up to press her fingers against the ceiling, her fingers searching for any type of stability in a frenzy.
Naruto's grin widened mischievously as he kept her steady on his shoulders, his hold secure.
"Why don't you take a seat up here," He teased, "get off your feet for a while, and relax, eh?"
Hinata whipped her back down at him.
"N-Nani-eek!"
But just as she was about to speak, her words were muffled by the sensation of his warm lips slamming back against her sensitive pussy again, shutting her up.
However, this time was different.
Due to her peculiar position, her pussy was fully exposed, spread open like a buffet for Naruto's lips to pleasure.
And pleasure they did.
He started by latching onto her fat clit, sending a powerful wave of pleasure coursing through her legs.
Hinata lurched on his shoulders, but Naruto held her still.
His tongue felt like electricity against her delicate skin, shocking her with every touch, igniting a response she couldn't contain.
At this point, her body was exposed and open entirely to her sensei, offering itself completely to Naruto without holding anything back.
She couldn't hide anything from him anymore.
Naruto traced circles around her clit, around and around. He then engulfed the sensitive bud with his mouth and gave it a deep, warm suck, all the while keeping those naughty blue eyes of his locked on hers.
The entire time.
Hinata squealed out, her nerves going into hyperdrive, shooting up her spine and causing her to lurch yet again on his shoulders.
But every time she moved, the hand on her ass would tighten, keeping her in place, leaving her with nowhere to escape from the tantalizing touch of his tongue.
She was at the complete and utter mercy of Naruto's naughty tongue.
The position Hinata found herself in, scratch that, the position Naruto had placed her in was beyond bizarre, one she had never experienced before, especially not for receiving oral pleasure.
Maybe on her back, or on her stomach, but never... like this.
No one had ever placed her in such a crazy position, and the novelty of it alone was blowing her mind.
Hinata's pretty certain this was not a position that comes easy for most men—that is, lifting their partner literally in the air, and placing them on their shoulders to pleasure them.
But Naruto pulled it up effortlessly.
He made it seem like it was just another routine at the gym for him, holding her up with just one hand, like he was lifting weights.
His muscles bulged and flexed under the strain of her 114 pounds, yet he maintained a relaxed demeanor as if this were a casual everyday occurrence for him.
Is he trying to give her a heart attack?
How many times must he go and surprise her?
Hinata bit her lip.
Surpassed him her ass.
Naruto was a total monster for putting her in this position, and it certainly took things to a whole new level.
And it even sparked a new kink for Hinata.
That is—being effortlessly manhandled by her fitness trainer's immense strength during foreplay and even while getting down and dirty.
Oh, hell yeah.
This is what she lives for.
This had to be the best sex she had ever had.
The absolute best.
Her legs remained parted, supported by the solid pillar that was Naruto's muscular neck and shoulders as he kept his face buried in the warmth between her spread thighs, indulging in the feast she offered him.
One hand firmly gripped her buttocks, effortlessly balancing her weight, while the other hand reached down to grasp his shaft, beating his meat as he ate her out.
He did so simultaneously.
Naruto skillfully managed to stroke his cock with one hand, pleasuring himself, while his tongue and lips worked together to make love to Hinata's pussy, leaving no part of her untouched.
The distinct wet sound of him fapping, the sensual slurping of his tongue exploring her sensitive folds, and the gentle patter of the shower water filled Hinata's ears, cementing her further into the moment.
Naruto never relented, not even when she grew all sensitive, had climaxed nearly a dozen times, and was trembling uncontrollably on his shoulders.
No.
Not for a second.
Naruto was obsessed with her. He quite literally couldn't get enough of her.
He was obsessed with making Hinata feel good, hooked on her taste, her moans, her cute little contortions—enthralled by the thought of driving her wild.
He couldn't stop.
He won't stop.
And Hinata surely wasn't protesting.
She let out a loud cry, yanking her hands from the ceiling to tangle them in his thick blonde hair, enjoying the sensation of the soft strands teasing her palms as his tongue teased her pussy, playing with her folds, and clearly having one hell of a time while doing it.
Hinata squealed yet again, glancing down at the hooded blue eyes staring back at her between her thighs, "Oh kami, your t-tongue feels so good. You're spoiling me, sensei-gahh!"
She let out another high-pitched cry, clutching onto the strands of his blonde hair tighter as she felt the sensation of his tongue flicking upwards against her sensitive clit, causing the knot in her stomach to tighten once more.
"Hai! Please, do that again, sensei. Please!" She pleaded, letting out a small whimper of satisfaction as he complied, giving her clit the personalized attention she craved, skillfully teasing her sensitive bud in any way he deemed fit.
Naruto hummed deep into her core just as he rocked his face against her sopping wet folds, his eyes narrowing up at her. By his voice humming into her, it managed to send vibrations through her entire body causing her to buzz all over.
Hinata rocked her head back, closing her eyes, her thighs jerking against Naruto's head.
The midnight blue-haired woman felt weightless on his shoulders, as if she were floating, ascending to heavenly heights.
Her mind was consumed only by the sensation of Naruto's tongue just as he wanted.
Every flick, caress, suck and nip.
Yes.
Hinata's entire being was focused on the pleasure he was giving her, relishing the "break" he was offering her.
Hinata was a total maniac on his shoulders, losing her mind to Naruto's tongue as he had a ball exploring her pussy with his mouth, torturing her clit, tracing her labia with a mighty rock of his head, and dove inside her to tongue fuck her.
It was exhilarating.
All Hinata could do was scream.
"Oh kami, sensei! Please, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" She cried out in sobs, tears building in her eyes from the intense stimulation.
It didn't take long before she climaxed once more, releasing all over Naruto's face, but he didn't bother to stop.
He kept going, just as she knew he would.
Honestly, Hinata had never been fucked by a man like Naruto before. The time she spent in the shower with him was unforgettable, a moment she knew would replay in her mind for months on end.
She would never forget this night.
The way he played with her body, the sensations he evoked within her, and the number of times he brought her to cum were incomparable to anyone else, even to herself.
Naruto lavished her with a night of intense passion, effortlessly lifting her, bending her over, and pressing her against the shower wall to take her again and again.
And she never objected. Hell no.
Hinata accepted it all, and in the end, she was finally given her reward.
Now, with the shower faucet turned off and the last remnants of water trickling down the tiles, Hinata was roughly pulled onto her knees by her hair.
She followed Naruto's lead and lowered herself onto the cool, damp floor, sensing the hard tiles pressing against her knees and the lingering moisture beneath her.
The silence that followed the cessation of the shower's flow echoed in the small space, only the sounds of Naruto and Hinata's heavy breathing were heard now.
Kneeling on the floor, Hinata's tongue protruded past her parted lips for the cock hovering above her, ready to receive her well-deserved reward all over her face.
Naruto loomed over her now, one hand jerking his throbbing cock mere inches from her face, emitting guttural groans and moans like a wild, unhinged caveman.
His muscles tensed, particularly in his neck, with veins visibly bulging across his entire body, snaking just below the surface of his tanned skin.
It was such a sexy sight to Hinata.
She moaned in delight, fondling her breasts.
Hinata kept her tongue extended even still, a silent plea for his release, "Mmm, hai, give me your cum, sensei. Please, cum all over me." She moaned lewdly, cheeks hot pink.
"Please, I want to feel it all over my body, on my skin, taste it on my lips. Give it to me. I need it, Naruto-sensei, please." The dark-haired woman begged, batting her eyelashes up at him.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Naruto swore, letting out a deep groan of satisfaction, "Keep talking, just like that, baby. I'm, fuck, almost there," He grunted, his wet blonde hair falling over his hooded eyes.
The frantic slapping sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft reverberated through the room, the wet noises mixing with his heavy breathing.
His cock throbbed and pulsed in his hand, his balls jiggling like crazy beneath him. The slickness of pre-cum merely added to the lewd sounds as he feverishly chased his climax to the very edge.
Hinata nodded, complying with Naruto's order with a sultry sway of her hips, her hair clinging to her flushed face, swaying along with her movements and lightly smacking against her back.
She teasingly tugged at her hardened nipples, her breath coming in short, eager gasps.
"Yes, cum on my face, sensei, in my mouth," She pleaded, her voice laced with desire, her fingers tracing over her curves.
"Cum on my tits, please."
With those words and her enticing display, Naruto finally reached his breaking point.
"Fuck, here it comes, Hina, shit!" Naruto's warning was loud and punctuated by a string of more curses. The tension coiled unbearably in his gut as he was finally driven completely over the edge.
Hinata readied herself, her lavender eyes glazed with a mix of excitement and desire as she gazed up at Naruto. Her mouth hung wide open in eager anticipation, ready to receive his cum.
And then, it came.
After a few more hefty pumps, Naruto finally released, emitting a powerful roar as his warm, sticky cum shot out of his tip, landing directly on her.
Hinata cheered in delight as if Naruto's cock was a piñata and his cum the confetti inside, her ultimate prize.
His white jizz erupted from his throbbing member in rapid succession, landing on every available surface it could find.
Hinata kept her mouth wide open the whole while, hoping to catch some of his seed, but the spurts were erratic and they seemed to have a life of their own, spraying in every direction.
His sticky white jizz painted her, hitting her like a target, covering her in a layer of his hot, creamy release.
Her hair, eyes, nose, cheeks, mouth, and breasts.
He covered her just about everywhere.
Naruto managed to pump out an impressive volume of cum which could only indicate his exceptional genetics or perhaps his remarkably healthy diet.
Whatever it was.
It was mesmerizing, watching him release such a massive load, the liquid squirting out of the tip of his cock without an end in sight, his raspy groans erupting nonstop.
His hot sperm clung to her skin like glue, splattering over both of her eyes, causing her to shut them tightly.
But her mouth remained open, eager for more.
A good portion of his cum met her taste buds with a splash, leaving a salty flavor behind that oddly reminded her of ramen.
Each pulse of his release was intense, each spurt decorating more and more of her skin in his hot essence, branding her as his own.
And... yet again, Naruto has surprised her.
It felt like the thousandth time now.
Hinata never imagined that by the end of Naruto's climax, she would be engulfed under an avalanche of semen, leaving her once more soiled and desperate for another round in the shower.
Yep, it's official.
This man was truly perfect in every way; the whole goddamn package.
And now, he was all hers.
And she was all his.
After Naruto was officially finished with his cum marathon, Hinata wasted no time in tidying up his mess.
She began by eagerly swallowing all the sperm that had dribbled into her mouth, gulping it down in one big swallow.
Next, she licked the corners of her lips before running her fingers across her breasts and face, gathering up the cum and popping it into her mouth.
Her eyes rolled back at the unique salty taste, "Mmm, so good," She moaned.
Naruto hummed in satisfaction, relishing the sight of Hinata on her knees, thoroughly ravished and covered in his cum.
And despite being completely out of breath, he couldn't resist stepping back to admire her.
"Beautiful," He whispered hoarsely, his chest heaving, "Absolutely beautiful."
He lowered his fingers down, cradling her chin with a soft touch.
Hinata paused, her movements still as she lifted her head to meet his gaze again.
With a gentle pull, he drew her in for a kiss, their lips meeting in a moment that felt like time stood still.
The kiss was fleeting but meaningful, solidifying the intimacy of their recent encounter and the deeper bond that's formed between them.
Their relationship had evolved beyond just being trainer and trainee; it was deeper than mere professionalism.
Yes, it was more than that.
It was intimate.
It was profound.
It was something they had both yearned for but never expected to discover in each other.
It was an ending that the two didn't see coming.
Yet, it was an ending they both deemed a happy one.
Their kiss came to an end, and Hinata gazed up at Naruto, releasing a contented hum.
She licked her lips, "Mmm, thanks for the workout, Naruto-sensei," She purred, adding a sensual twist to her body, rocking her cum covered breasts at him.
Naruto chuckled, leaning in close to her ear, He gave her chin a gentle tap.
"Anytime, my love," He replied warmly.
He drew back slightly, clicking his tongue in thought, "Oh, that reminds me," He mused, reaching out to take her hand and guide her to her feet.
Upon bringing Hinata's wobbly body to a stand, Naruto quickly wrapped his mighty arms around her in a warm embrace, unable to keep his hands off her.
Hinata happily reciprocated, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting hold, so the two were chest to chest; squishy breasts squashed against rock-hard pecs.
The spiky-haired blonde hummed in contemplation, "I was thinking..." His voice trailed off as he playfully swayed Hinata back and forth in his embrace, gazing fondly into her eyes.
She giggled, "Thinking about what, my love?" She inquired, bringing a hand up to caress his whiskered cheek, cupping it gently.
Naruto's teeth gently grazed his lower lip as he spoke, "I was thinking, what if we switch things up a bit? You know, with everything that has changed between us, perhaps it's time to make some changes to your fitness schedule as well, eh?"
Hinata arched an eyebrow inquisitively, "My fitness schedule?" She questioned, her curiosity piqued.
She tilted her head, "What do you have in mind?"
Naruto flashed a mischievous smirk at her before boldly grabbing her ass, eliciting a soft hum of surprise from her.
"Instead of our usual meeting of four days a week, how about..." He playfully wiggled his eyebrows, his gaze filled with suggestive intent, "we meet every single day of the week, huh?"
Leaning in closer, he tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"What do you say, Hina?"
Hinata's eyes widened.
Instantly, her thoughts raced at Naruto's proposal, at his marvelous idea.
Changing her schedule?
Instead of meeting for four days, meet.. every day of the week?
Her heart skipped a beat.
Oh, that sounds absolutely amazing.
Just the thought of it—seeing Naruto every single day, in the gym and, perhaps even outside it, to just spend time with him.
Hinata practically melted at the mere thought.
Honestly, she was happy. Happy knowing that she had someone like Naruto now there for her, always by her side, ready to share every moment, every single day with her.
Hinata couldn't help it but she began to reminisce on the incredible journey they had embarked on.
They've come so far.
She thought back to the strangers they once were, where they were indeed nothing more than trainer and trainee to the strong, confident couple they had evolved into together.
The memories of their first meeting, the instant their eyes locked, flooded her mind, the moment when both of their lives were changed forever.
Being with Naruto on this journey, embarking on her goals, and following Sakura's advice, has been more rewarding than Hinata could have ever imagined.
Not only had she met her fitness goals, she also fulfilled her intimate desires and found someone she wanted to spend the rest of her days with.
Her soulmate.
Her rock.
Her confidant.
She's finally found him.
'Thank you, Sakura-chan.' Hinata thought in her mind, grateful.
Truly grateful.
She would have never done so without her help, never would have found something so precious such as this.
She couldn't ask for anything more.
Once more, Naruto's words from before resonated in her mind, prompting a bright smile to illuminate her face.
Hinata grinned, moving her hands down to trail them along his well-defined arms.
She even licked her lips, savoring the remnants of his cum that lingered there.
She nodded, "Hai, that sounds wonderful, Naruto-sensei."
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A.N.
Alright, folks, that's the end of this two-part oneshot! Another NHmonth prompt down, and just a few more to go! I'm so happy, for real, y'all. I've been working on these prompts for what feels like forever, ugh.
But I had so much fun writing this story, you have no idea, haha! Especially when writing the lemon, hehe. I've always wanted to do a personal trainer AU, so when I saw the 'Sports or Gym AU' prompt for NHmonth, I jumped right on it.
The idea of exploring the dynamic between Naruto as a dedicated personal trainer and Hinata as his eager trainee was too good to pass up. It was exciting to dive into their training sessions and see how their relationship developed throughout. Now I can cross that prompt off my long, long list of ideas cluttering up my docs, lol.
Though, I can tell you right now, you'll see this AU again. Personal trainer Naruto and trainee Hinata will be back later in this smut collection. There's so much more to explore with them in this AU, don't ya think?
My mind is already racing with ideas about where I can take their story next. More intense yet touchy training sessions, more lemons, maybe even one in Naruto's fitness room, eh? And perhaps even some moments between them outside the gym. There's so much potential to explore between them that I know you'll all love to read, and I'll love to write.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Every comment and vote means a lot, so don't forget to share your thoughts!
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Chapter 31: ❦𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧❦
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Night after night, General Naruto grapples with nightmares from the battlefield, haunted by the specter of war and its horrors. Luckily, Queen Hinata has a special knack for soothing him, knowing just how to ease his mind and make him feel all better.
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Notes:
Hey, hey! I'm back with another oneshot for NHMonth23. It only took me about a month to finish it, lol. Just kidding, it didn't. I'm exaggerating.
Though, I was actually pretty busy in June.
I spent a lot of time that month focusing solely on the last few oneshots I wanted to write for the past Naruhina event. I had five more to go, including this one, so I made it my mission to finish them all instead of updating after finishing each one. That way, I wouldn't fall behind and I could move on quicker.
And I succeeded!
I've finished the rest, or am very close to finishing them, so you'll see a lot more updates from me. These one-shots are intense, juicy, and, of course, smutty AF. I know you're ready for that!
For this new one-shot, the dynamic has drastically changed from my last one, the personal trainer AU. This one is a medieval AU with some pretty dark themes, so be aware of that and check the tags.
I wanna admit that I have been watching a lot of 'Game of Thrones' lately, so I channeled that to create this medieval oneshot. It was so much fun, and I finally scratched another AU off my list.
Alsooo, I am blown away by how many people liked the personal trainer AU! I adore your comments! Just to let you know, I added something extra to the mature scene—the foreplay section—based on your recommendations. Check it out; you'll know what I'm talking about when you skim over it.
Sorry for the long announcement, but I had so much to tell you all. I missed you, and I missed updating!
Anywho, I hope you enjoy this oneshot. Don't forget to leave kudos and comments! I appreciate it tons! 🤍🤍
Oh also, happy fourth! 🎆
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Beneath The Crown
Hinata Hyūga goes by many names as ruler.
But many hailed her as the formidable Ice Queen.
During the medieval era, centuries ago, the world was ruled by brutal principles of survival—conquer or be conquered, kill or be killed.
In this unforgiving world, the stakes were high, leaving no room for mistakes or hesitation. Any sign of weakness was quickly snuffed out, often resulting in a quick and merciless death.
Strength was the ultimate arbiter of one's fate.
Compassion was a dangerous liability, and only those with a ruthless disposition had any hope of thriving.
Ambition fueled every action, every scheme, and every grand vision.
Alliances were fragile, easily shattered by the ever-present threat of betrayal, making loyalty a rare but precious commodity.
It was a harsh world where the only true currency that held value was power.
And Hinata Hyūga possessed a wealth of it.
Immense power.
But it was never enough.
The entirety of Hinata's reign was defined by her unwavering ambition, an insatiable hunger for more and more power.
That same drive, that relentless desire to rise above all others, coursed through her veins, a legacy that had been passed down through generations of greatness in the esteemed Hyūga royal lineage.
As ruler, her father had been great, as had his father before him, and so on and so forth.
And now….
Hinata, too, embodied that same greatness.
She was a force of nature, a cold-hearted bitch that struck fear into the hearts of all who came across her, hell, even to those who just heard about her conquests.
She conquered kingdoms with absolutely no problem, extending her empire far and wide without fail or mercy.
Her strategic brilliance and unrelenting pursuit of power earned her a reputation as a ruler who tolerated no resistance—a reputation Hinata flaunted proudly, with her tits thrust forward and her head held high.
Kingdoms fell like dominos in her path, their banners absorbed into the ever-growing tapestry of her empire, each now bearing the emblem of the Hyūga dynasty.
When her army marched forth, destruction was only promised.
Fields were left behind strewn with the fallen.
Streets ran red with blood.
Kingdoms and cities fell to ruin.
Kings were overthrown.
Her enemies' subjects subdued, their cries of defiance silenced by the swift and merciless hand of the Hyūga army.
Rebellions arose in kingdoms far and wide in Hinata's name.
Seeds were sown, alliances were made, thus, the Hyūga dynasty expanded.
That is how it always should go in Hinata's eyes.
To Hinata, it was all simply a game, one of laughs and fucking giggles to her.
It came easy to her.
Being queen.
Being a leader.
Being a conqueror.
She navigated a world dominated by men like it was child's play, effortlessly assuming the role of a leader just as well as any man.
She moved with a grace and precision that earned her respect and fear in equal measure, solidifying her place as a dominant force that won't rest till all bowed before her.
But Hinata was more than just that.
She wasn't merely a monarch defined by the clash of swords; not just a woman born from a lineage of blood and conquest.
She wasn't just a fearsome ruler capable of instilling terror with just a glance, who gets what she wants with just a command.
Not in the slightest.
Hinata stood as an ethereal beauty, her presence a whispered legend that traversed kingdoms both far and wide.
She was no ordinary mortal, not just any woman; she was one that embodied grace and refinement, a living manifestation of elegance that inspired awe in all who gazed upon her.
Her eyes, lavender in hue and pupil-less—a unique trait shared only among the Hyūgas—held a depth that spoke of wisdom beyond her years.
Her smile had the power to illuminate even the darkest of chambers, and her beauty was a force to be reckoned with—a weapon wielded with the allure of a siren, capable of captivating even the most hardened of hearts.
"Fools." She would always sneer.
Whispers reverberated her name, ensuring that she remained the focal point of every conversation.
From the grand halls of courtiers to the bustling camps of warriors and the humble villages of common folk, all tongues wagged about her.
Even amongst her own people who proudly carried the Hyūga banner, discussions about her were rife—whether they had caught a mere glimpse of her, heard tales of her exploits, or were merely fueled by rumors.
Everyone wanted her.
But they always wanted something from her.
Courtiers lusted after her in hopes of being crowned as kings.
Warriors vied for her favor, yearning for a chance to spend just a night with her.
And a simple commoner, bless their hearts, sought her out with a wish to be freed from the chains of poverty and misfortune.
But no.
No one can have her.
Hinata remained untouched.
A closed-off fortress, one might even describe.
Hinata was a woman of independence, resolute in her choice to rule alone, free from the influence of any man.
A queen who answered to no one.
A queen that bowed down to no one…
only to herself.
Alone, untouched by love's embrace, her sole ambition was to reign supreme, a quest that consumed her every waking thought.
That's all that mattered to her.
And she was content with that…
well…
at least on the surface .
Because amidst the blood-soaked battlefields and the cold stone walls of her fortress, Hinata harbored a secret.
A forbidden secret.
It was a love that went against everything she believed in and stood for, challenging her vow to shun love from her heart entirely.
It was a love that persistently gnawed at the corners of her mind, fueling an insatiable desire to savor its forbidden sweetness with every passing moment, be it day or night.
It was a love that dwelled within her that threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade she presented to the world, a delicate balance that teetered on the edge of collapse.
A love that was for…
Naruto Uzumaki.
Her most loyal and courageous general.
He was the only man who possessed the power of thawing the heart of the Ice Queen, of kindling her flame.
He, and only he, was the one Hinata longed for, the sole object of her burning desire.
Naruto was many things: a jack of all trades, a wild card, a man truly one of a kind.
Hinata knew that from the first moment, she laid eyes on him.
With his unwavering loyalty and unparalleled skill in warfare, he stood by her side as her most trusted advisor and also the leader of her formidable army.
He was the very man who guided the Hyūga troops into battle.
Without fear.
Without hesitation.
Without mercy.
Just like his queen.
The battlefield was his domain, a territory Naruto claimed without hesitation, fearlessly commanding the front lines better than any man.
He led with a ferocity that mirrored his queen's, rushing into battle, ready to slaughter anyone who stood on the other side. It didn't matter who his enemies were; nobles, seasoned warriors, or mere foot soldiers—none were spared from his wrath.
He cut through the lot of them like it was nothing, happily killing in Hinata's name.
And each time, the result was the same; each battle's end unchanged.
Naruto emerged victorious.
Time and time again.
Naruto stood as the driving force behind every triumph that echoed throughout the current Hyūga dynasty, a harbinger of inevitable victory for the Hyūga forces.
A man who single-handedly instilled fear on the battlefields and beyond.
Many called him the warrior of warriors.
Others referred to him as the bearer of grim gifts.
For it was he who had happily made it a tradition to present his queen with the grisly spoils of war upon her throne after every battle—the severed heads of her enemies.
A morbid treat, but one that he knew delighted his queen like none other.
Naruto's loyalty to Hinata extended beyond mere duty; it was a deep-seated commitment, ingrained in every fiber of his being.
Every step he took was for her.
Every thought was consumed by her.
Every decision he made was for her.
And every battle won was for her.
Naruto sought nothing.
He sought nothing in return from his queen.
He harbored no desire for the benefits her status as queen or her unparalleled beauty could bestow upon him.
His loyalty was unconditional, dedicated solely to her and her cause. Naruto existed solely to ensure her success, to safeguard her sovereignty, and to defend her at any expense.
And Hinata appreciated his devotion beyond measure.
No one could rival the bond shared between them, a connection forged in the fires of battle and sealed with the blood of their enemies.
To commemorate their victories, they would eagerly retreat to the comfort of their bed chambers, to hide from the world within the embrace of one another's arms. There, Hinata would shed her gowns, and Naruto, his armor, and fuck like there was no tomorrow, relishing in the sweet sensation of their naked bodies pressing against each other.
And in those tender moments they spent together, they were allowed the freedom to shed their masks, baring their souls freely to one another. Then, naked and safe within the confines of their bedrooms, they revealed a side of themselves never before seen from the outside world.
Naruto let go of his stoic mask and revealed his softer side.
Hinata shed her icy exterior and allowed herself to be vulnerable.
She showed Naruto the depths of her passion, allowed him to be more than just her sword, teaching him how to cherish the moments stolen from the chaos of their conquests.
Amidst it all, only their stolen glances and kisses were the traces of their hidden affair.
Only their bedroom walls knew of the profound love they had for one another.
They understood the risks.
As queen and general, they were aware of the potential havoc that could be wrought if their forbidden relationship were to be exposed to the world.
They were aware of how their love had the potential to jeopardize the solid foundations of the empire they had worked tirelessly to build.
War and love was usually a precarious balance, after all.
But for them, it worked.
Risk or not…
Forbidden or not, they were happy.
And so, together, they ruled with ice and fire, their love a force that could not be conquered, even by the mightiest of empires.
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Darkness crept in with the falling night, once again engulfing the Hyūga fortress in its inky embrace. The night air carried a biting chill, much like it had countless nights before, serving as a stark reminder that…
Winter has come.
The sun long dipped below the horizon, relinquishing its hold on the sky to the ascendant moon. Above, the bold, luminous moon cast its radiant glow upon the fortress, illuminating the stone spires, jagged edges, and sturdy walls with dancing shadows.
The fortress stood proudly as a formidable bastion, its towering walls reaching defiantly toward the smoky night sky. Every corner of the fortress was bathed in the flickering light of torches, revealing ancient carvings that narrated the storied history of the Hyūga dynasty.
Blue flags bearing the emblem of the powerful family fluttered proudly in the breeze, soaring high above.
From vigilant archers stationed on the towering battlements to the stout gates that barred entry, defenses fortified every inch of the fortress.
Guards lined every wall and every position along the columns of the fortress, their eyes meticulously scanning the expansive, snow-covered terrain for any signs of danger.
They remained ever watchful, determination etched on each guard's face. Their breaths were visible in the cold air, and their hands gripped their weapons as they stood ready to defend against any threat.
It was a grand sight to behold.
The Hyūga fortress remained untouched, fortified from top to bottom, unshaken even against the harsh winter snows.
Much like the queen herself, who ruled within its very walls.
Queen Hinata.
Inside the fortress, a familiar, methodical rhythm played out night after night, as guards silently shifted positions in the shadows, ever vigilant in their watch over all corners of the fortress for their queen.
Every so often, the sentinels exchanged their roles, one group retreating to find momentary respite while the next took their place.
The hushed sounds of armor clinking and heavy footsteps on the stone floors punctuated the otherwise still night, a symphony of vigilance in the fortress's silent hours.
Eerily quiet, the fortress now stood free from the relentless clamor of war.
No commands resounded through its corridors, no knights swiftly adorned their battle attire and paraded through the halls.
Instead, the walls observed a calm tranquility, void of the usual chaos of conflict and strife.
It was peaceful.
However, in the prevailing silence, the chambers of Naruto, the general of the Hyūga army, stood oddly out of sync.
Within the confines of his quarters, the night for him held a different tale.
A much darker one.
In the softly illuminated chamber of his private quarters, General Naruto rested in a deep slumber.
Gradually, though, the peace that once graced his expression twisted into anguish, overwhelmed by the torment of nightmares as the night wore on.
The chamber was filled with his frequent tossing and turning, the sheets rustling and the bed creaking in protest.
A familiar endeavor.
Above, a chandelier cast a soft, subdued glow throughout the room, its candle lights flickering ceaselessly against the room's walls, conjuring fleeting shadows that tangled with the gentle sway of the flames.
In the dimly lit chamber, Naruto's bed took prominence, standing as a medieval marvel further in the room. The bed was adorned with black satin sheets that draped over his naked body like silk, resembling the undulating waves of an ocean.
The walls of his chamber stood tall, painted in a rich onyx color with gold designs, consistent with the prevailing black and gold theme that permeated the expansive room.
Strategically positioned near the bed, heavy black curtains veiled the room's windows, gently swaying due to the cold breath of the winter night desperately wishing to intrude upon the cozy sanctuary of his chamber.
The room was decorated with an impressive abundance of artwork, to say the least.
Naruto may not look it but he had a penchant for decoration.
His expressive nature could be seen in every corner, every wall, and every inch of space in his chamber. His weapons.
His weapons were his art.
His treasures.
His babies.
The walls boasted an impressive display of them—swords, axes, shields, and an assortment of other armaments—all meticulously arranged with deliberate precision, indeed, like artwork gracing his chamber.
Just below the impressive array of weapons, Naruto's legendary battle armor was displayed on a stand—the uniform he wore faithfully every single day.
It was the finest piece of armor ever crafted for him, a pampering gift from the Ice Queen herself, intended to ensure he was always prepared for battle and kept far from death's grasp.
Crafted from damascus steel, one of the most strongest metals known to man, his armor had proven its worth time and time again. It protected his life in numerous battles without faltering, no matter how brutal or challenging the fight.
His armor never scarred.
Never blemished or cracked.
His armor has never let him down; his faithful companion through and through.
Continually, the flickering candlelight danced across his hung-up armor and weapons, briefly lighting them up before plunging them back into the shadows. It was a rhythmic pattern that played out over and over, all night long.
Each night, his servants were tasked with placing long-burning candles throughout his chamber. They carefully positioned enough candles to ensure they would last until dawn, eliminating the need to disturb his sleep during the night.
It was essential for his chamber to be moderately lit at night.
A necessity even.
The extra candles not only offered Naruto enough light to sleep somewhat peacefully but also illuminated the room sufficiently that if he were to awaken, he could easily see his surroundings. This simple act went a long way, ensuring contentment for Naruto each and every night.
Ultimately, his chamber stood as his cherished sanctuary, a blessing he could gaze upon with gratitude at the end of each exhausting day.
Within these walls, he was stripped of all titles, stripped down to just a man.
Not a general.
Not a commander of soldiers.
Not a warrior.
Just a man.
Here, Naruto could briefly shed the mantle of duty and heed the wisdom of his queen to welcome a rare moment of respite.
Yet now, the general found no respite.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, shimmering in the subdued light, as he grappled with unseen adversaries within the haunting confines of his nightmares.
The horrors of battle played out vividly in his subconscious, each scene etching deeper lines of worry on his furrowed brow.
A whimper broke free as Naruto turned, slamming his head against the array of decorative pillows messily aligned along his headboard.
"Damn it," He murmured drowsily in his slumber, his lips forming words in real life to narrate the distressing visions playing out in his dreams.
"Oh no, no, no, Hinata-sama," He mumbled with a whimper, finally verbalizing the primary figure that haunted him.
"Hinata-sama!"
Naruto bolted awake, suddenly roused from his nightmare.
He shot up as quick as lightning, breathing heavily and drenched all over in sweat.
The satin sheets clung to him briefly before falling away, revealing a tanned body of muscles marked by the scars of countless skirmishes.
Battle scars.
His sturdy chest rose and fell in sync with the measured breaths of a mighty warrior, beads of sweat tracing pathways across his skin, outlining the form of his chiseled physique.
His cerulean eyes were wide, as if he had just seen a ghost, displaying a rare moment of vulnerability even for a man deemed unshakeable.
The harsh truth.
A truth kept hidden behind closed doors.
Meanwhile, deeper in the softly illuminated chamber, Queen Hinata lingered in silence, a shadow in the dimness.
Her usually cold, composed lavender eyes now revealed an unusual concern as she watched her beloved general endure another night of restless tossing and turning.
For the better part of the night, she occupied the same chair in Naruto's chambers as always, hidden in the shadows, keeping a close eye on him like a guardian angel.
It was a routine she faithfully followed night after night.
On this particular night, she wore a midnight blue robe, her every moment causing it to rustle.
The midnight blue robe flowed like a river of darkness down her slender form, caressing every curve with a graceful touch before descending over the edges of the chair where she sat. Her sleeves resembled those of a kimono, extending slightly downward and draping delicately from her arms.
Her toned, shapely legs were elegantly crossed, her smooth skin peeking out from the folds of her robe like a tantalizing secret revealed in the dim light of the chamber.
Beneath her robe, Hinata donned a black harness lingerie set, showcasing a gorgeous body of curves that many women envied, from rival queens to whores alike.
But not all rival queens envied her.
Some, surprisingly, even commended her physique, unable to help themselves by respecting the wonderful fruits she's been gifted, despite her being an enemy.
Lustful kings, on the other hand, regarded her in a different manner entirely.
They neither hated or respected her.
They merely sought her hand in marriage, desiring her not for her power or intelligence, but merely as a trophy to display.
A prize to be won.
However, Hinata staunchly denied the very prospect of marriage. She absolutely refuses to allow a man to just swoop in and try to claim everything she had worked so damn hard to build.
The mere thought of a king asserting dominance over her utterly disgusted her.
And so, she responded by gracing suitors with a dismissive middle finger, welcoming them not into her kingdom but with her army at their front door—a formidable force against any notion of being tied down or controlled by a man.
Hinata spat on the very prospect.
She huffed, running one hand down her body, her gaze never once leaving her slumbering general.
The lewd undergarments she wore were made entirely of leather, possessing belts and straps in the same material, hugging her slender figure in a snug fit. The straps criss crossed along her neck and chest, connecting to a black bra that cupped her impressively oversized bust tight.
Further down below, she wore a matching high-cut thong paired with thigh straps, revealing glimpses of her royal goodies—a bold choice for bedtime attire.
Hinata always made it clear, along with a necessary cold glare, that her handmaidens, servants, knights, and mere devotees should avert their eyes when she walked through her fortress in such an outfit. And if any were caught looking, she'll have their fucking heads.
Hinata deemed none worthy enough to lay eyes on her while her body was on display.
But Naruto, her cherished general, on the other hand.
Oh, he was an entirely different matter.
Amidst the darkness, Hinata sat silently, her eyes fixed on the man of the hour: her precious Naruto-kun.
She was calm as she steadily sipped away at a cool glass of red wine, the delicate crystal glass in her hands catching the flickering candlelight, casting a warm glow on her features.
Her delicate fingers, decorated with black claw rings, encircled the glass, assisting in raising it to her lips. The revitalizing fruity alcohol gilded eagerly into her open mouth, tantalizing her taste buds and satisfying her thirst. Instantly, the flavor of ripe berries played on her tongue, their sweetness perfectly balanced by a subtle hint of tartness.
Just what she needed.
"Mmm." Hinata hummed to herself in delight, deeply savoring the wine.
With every sip, her claw rings softly grazed the glass. Clink, it echoed repeatedly. A sound so subtle yet distinctive that it broke through the seemingly ever lasting stillness in Naruto's chamber.
Just like tonight, and the night before, Hinata cherished the moments when she could do just this:
Drink wine.
Enjoy the silence.
And most of all, watch Naruto as he slept.
For Hinata, it was pure delight to finally have the chance to indulge in her favorite pastimes—aside from the satisfaction she took in watching her enemies die gruesome and painful deaths, of course.
A faint, satisfied smile played on her lips at the thought.
It was a dark pleasure of hers, spending time to just recall her foes' defeat.
Their blood.
Their screams.
The look of despair on her enemies faces as her army cut through their defenses and ultimately returned with their heads on spikes.
The sheer power of it all made Hinata feel invincible, seeing the very bastards who underestimated her, who mocked her for being a woman, meet an ironic end by her command.
Yes, it made her feel…
Hinata turned her head, her lavender eyes settling on Naruto's peacefully resting face once more. Instantly, a softer, more tender feeling washed over her, softening the ruthless nature of her thoughts, restraining her.
She smiled, letting out a deep sigh.
Hinata was reminded once again.
In these moments, she didn't have to be the ruthless leader she had to be by day, but just a woman. A woman who cherished the simple pleasures of life—the quiet that victory brought her.
These moments brought Hinata a unique sense of peace she hadn't realized she needed, especially as she observed the tranquility that settled on her general's tanned face.
It was such a rare sight, after all.
The stern coldness that often marked Naruto's expression during battle planning or the weight of commanding her army would melt away, replaced by a peaceful countenance as he slept.
During these times, here and now, his strong body would surrender to a rhythmic rise and fall with each steady breath, peacefully asleep, like a little baby.
Hinata found it rather cute in a way.
His head was bare, buried deep in the pillows, usually shielded by a thick helmet in battle. His muscular arms lie stretched out along the bed, hands that had crushed skulls, snapped necks, and wielded weapons larger than himself, now lying peacefully at rest.
Naruto's closed eyes and still body revealed battle scars he worked hard to conceal, including the three whisker-like marks on each of his tan cheeks, laid bare within the sanctuary of his chamber.
Yes, Hinata was at peace, watching her stone-cold general sleep.
She was captivated to say the least, captivated by the sight of a man so formidable in waking life now surrendered to the vulnerability of sleep.
So calm. So gentle.
Deep snores would echo from him on nights when the days were particularly perilous and exhausting, their sounds always sending tingles down Hinata's spine and even making...
her pussy wet.
On some nights, Hinata contented herself with just being a silent observer, allowing Naruto the peace he rarely found in the waking world.
Yet, there were nights when she had to assume the role of a protector, rescuing him from the clutches of his own nightmares.
It was the least she could offer for the sacrifices Naruto endured in her name—the wars won for her through his battles.
As a queen, her power owed much to him and his unwavering commitment.
She had to admit that.
So yes, Hinata found purpose in both vigilantly watching over Naruto and, when needed, becoming the comforting presence that dispelled the shadows of war for him—the dreaded aftermath that others failed to see that threatened to pull him under.
And when Naruto awoke each night, it was cue for her to do what she did best.
And tonight was no different.
With a sudden startle, Naruto awoke with an unintelligible yell, causing Hinata to jolt.
Quickly, she set aside her wine glass on a small wooden end table beside her with a clatter before rising to her feet.
Making a stand, she finally revealed herself, the subtle rustle of her robe accompanied by the heavy pants from her dear general, now awake and covered in a thin layer of sweat, glistening in the dimmed light.
"Another nightmare, is it?" Hinata inquired, her voice a gentle melody that cut through the shadows in the room, dispelling the lingering tension.
Immediately, a wave of relief washed over Naruto at the sound of his queen's voice.
He let out a deep sigh.
His tensed muscles relaxed, sinking into his bedsheets. Hearing her voice reassured him that she was alive and well, right by his side the moment he opened his eyes.
It was another horrid night, and she was there for him yet again.
Exactly what he needed.
Naruto offered a reassuring smile, wiping the sweat from his brow, "N-Nah, it's nothing." He dismissed, but the concern etched on his face hinted at the heavy burden of his dreams he tried so hard to downplay.
He spared Hinata a glance, frowning.
"My queen, you should be resting. You shouldn't be awake at this hour."
Hinata's gaze softened as she approached Naruto's bedside.
The flickering candlelight cast shadows on her satin robe, an elegant floral fragrance wafting from her as she drew near.
She gave the now awake general a raised eyebrow, "I would be getting my beauty sleep if I weren't here attending to you, wouldn't I?" Hinata remarked with a slight teasing tone, her lips curving into a gentle smile.
Once close, she tenderly ran her clawed finger rings through his blonde bangs, playfully rustling his disheveled hair to fix it.
"G-Gomennasai, my queen," Naruto was quick to offer his apology, his head bowed low.
The usual boisterous timbre of his voice was now gone, much to Hinata's dismay. His voice was usually brimming with so much life and energy, but all that greeted her now was a meek voice, filled with self-reproach.
Like a sorry little man, weeping.
Hinata frowned.
She noticed that right away.
Naruto bit his trembling lip as if trying to hold back tears, "I-I am shameful, to burden you with my problems. You need no burdens troubling you-"
"And you do?" Hinata interjected, her movements fluid as she settled in front of him. The bed creaked slightly under her as she lowered herself upon it.
Her penetrating gaze studied the powerful man before her, his head bowed in the weight of his own perceived failures.
Hinata's frown deepened, before she reached forward, using her delicate fingers to cup his chin. The sharp claw rings she wore grazed his skin ever slightly as she did so.
She lifted his head gently, tilting it so she could see more of his face, and so he could possibly meet her gaze.
But that's when she saw it, once more.
Naruto's usually bright cerulean eyes were now clouded with guilt and turmoil, and he seemed to be trembling in her grasp. His strong body was visibly shaken by fear, a familiar sight she often saw after his nights of terrors.
Even so, it was a sight she could not grow accustomed to seeing on her otherwise formidable right hand.
It pained her to no end.
Due to her gesture, Naruto's head was now tilted in her direction but she noticed that his eyes were directed away from her even still, refusing to meet her gaze.
Hinata's frown deepened.
"Look at me, Naruto-kun."
Her response stood as a command.
A command issued by his queen—the sole individual Naruto vowed to heed and comply with no matter the circumstance or order.
Even at this moment.
Although hesitant, Naruto allowed his blue eyes to roam, directing them toward the captivating woman before him—the very woman he considered himself fortunate to follow, fortunate to bask in the presence of.
But the moment his blue eyes met her lavender gaze, his breath caught in his throat.
His heart skipped a beat.
He could never tire of looking at her.
Never.
His queen was absolutely stunning.
She was a marvel, radiating a captivating beauty that was truly unmatched.
Un- fucking -rivaled.
With eyes like enchanting lavender pearls. Hair as dark as the midnight blue sky flowing like silk down her shoulders. Skin as flawless as freshly fallen snow. Her lips, as crimson as blood itself, and her physique resembling that of a goddess…
Hinata epitomized perfection.
And then, there was him…
Naruto breathed out deeply, shaking his head like a madman, "Gomen, my queen. I am a failure, I am-"
"Nonsense. What foolishness is this that you speak?" Hinata's voice held a gentle reprimand, her head shaking slightly in disbelief, "I'm not sure what you saw in that nightmare of yours, but I urge you to release these self-doubts."
She tilted her head, "They are illusions, my love. Because you," Hinata let out a proud sigh as she marveled at her general, absorbing every detail of him in her hands.
She admired him in his entirety, from his sweaty, disheveled spiky blonde locks that always seemed to fall over his forehead and nose, to his broad, hairless body marked all over with scars—some large, some small, some jagged.
Hinata marveled at his bulging, tanned muscles as they pulsed with every breath he took, each one telling a story of relentless training, long days spent honing his skills, and countless battles fought and won.
With a smile, she ran her hand down his arm, using her palm to trace the prominent blue veins pulsating beneath his skin. She delighted in the warmth that radiated from his mighty body and seeped into her hand, instantly spreading throughout her own body.
Naruto shuddered in response.
In every way, the blonde general embodied the full essence of a man, from his strong physique, his muscles and scars, right down to his earthy, woodsy scent, that always seemed to carry a touch of musk too.
It was a scent that reminded Hinata of the outdoors.
Pine cones.
Wood.
Fresh air.
Freedom.
It was a delicious aroma that followed him everywhere, lingering in his wake and filling her senses.
Hinata hummed with delight as she caught a whiff of his scent again.
Oh, she loved that scent so fucking much.
Without fail, Naruto was a presence that Hinata found herself constantly drawn to, continuously inspiring her admiration. To her, Naruto was more than just a general that led her army, or a mere mortal walking the earth.
No.
He was a god.
He was a living embodiment of strength and resilience, personifying everything those words meant. Just his presence alone was enough to turn the tide in a battle, enough to banish any shadows that wished to linger, or any enemies that dared to threaten.
It was a side of himself he once believed in too.
But she just had to get him to see that again.
Hinata's gaze returned to his, her expression now one of determination, "Naruto-kun, I need you to listen to me." The midnight-blue haired woman took a deep breath, calming her racing pulse.
"You are a warrior through and through. It's who you are. It's who you've always been." She began, listening as Naruto's breath hitched.
"I've seen you do things no one else has ever done before, Naruto-kun. I've seen you fight against odds that others would deem impossible. I've seen you escape death so many times I've lost count." She expressed, revealing a rare display of emotion she showed only here, in this moment.
Only now.
Hinata whimpered softly, "I've watched you battle the mightiest of men, command the largest of armies—my army." She proclaimed with a breath of emphasis, her voice carrying a blend of admiration, authority, and even unwavering confidence.
Hinata's faith in her general was unshakable, always had been and always would be.
Yet despite her reassurances, Naruto seemed to disagree with her.
His body language told her all she needed to know.
Hinata observed with a frown as his brow creased, his melancholic blue eyes narrowing and his lips forming a tight line.
He even shook his head, sulking in her hold, still grappling with the inner demons that plagued his mind.
He looked so broken.
So unlike her Naruto-kun.
The Ice queen shook her head and pulled Naruto's head back up by his chin, her clawed rings threatening to scratch him.
"Listen to me, you are valiant, and no mere nightmare, no matter how haunting, can defeat you. I won't let it. I won't." She growled, her lavender eyes stern, piercing his soul.
Hinata continued onward with unwavering conviction, "You've worked tirelessly to achieve all that you have. You have sacrificed so much to become the man you are today and I won't allow a mere dream to undermine that."
Hinata bit her lip, her hands gently cupping Naruto's cheeks instead.
The warmth of her touch was exactly what he needed, a stark contrast to the cold sweat that covered every inch of him. It soothed him, gently piecing together his shattered mind.
Cradling his face was one thing, but now, it felt as if her hands had reached into his chest, tenderly embracing his cold, weary heart as well. The heat from her palms spread through him, melting away the fear and anxiety that had taken hold, and slowly but surely making him feel whole again.
The blonde general let out a contented sigh, leaning into her touch.
Hinata smiled, rubbing her thumbs along his scarred cheeks, "Remember who you are, my love. You are Naruto Uzumaki."
With a firm shake of his head with her hands, she urged him on.
"Now say it."
"I am Naruto U-Uzumaki," The blonde murmured, his cerulean eyes capturing hers, revealing an emotion that vexed her deeply.
Defeat .
It was within their shared gaze, Naruto detected a hint of disapproval flash before the lavender eyes of his queen.
Hinata shook her head, gritting her teeth, "Louder. Say it—you are Naruto Uzumaki." She demanded.
"I am Naruto Uzumaki," He repeated, a bit louder.
"Louder! Come on! Fucking scream it at me!"
"I am Naruto Uzumaki!" Naruto roared, much louder than before.
"Hell yeah!" He cheered enthusiastically, nodding his head rapidly within his queen's grasp.
"I am fucking Naruto Uzumaki!" He bellowed once more, the sound echoing like thunder in his chamber.
In that moment, something familiar stirred within him—something powerful, something vital…
Something undeniably him.
It was as if a missing piece had finally clicked into place, and the dark haze that had clouded his vision suddenly lifted.
Clarity washed over him like a tidal wave, dispelling the fear and doubt that had paralyzed him.
It was at that moment, a surge of empowerment like never before rushed through the blonde.
His chest heaved.
Adrenaline began to rush through his veins in waves, reawakening every fiber of his being, intensifying, each time he chanted his name. His spirit roared back to life, his queen's words grounding him back to his true self.
Memories of past triumphs and his indomitable will flooded back, reminding him of the strength that had always defined him.
Yes.
He is Naruto Uzumaki.
An orphan, abandoned at birth and left to fend for himself.
A former slave, sold into servitude at a young age and forced to endure years of hardship and abuse. He has the scars to prove it.
A former gladiator in chains, fighting for the amusement of kings and queens within the blood-soaked sands of coliseums, his life hanging by a thread with every match.
But he learned to survive.
He learned to fight...
And he became really good at it.
He faced opponents of all sizes, pouring everything he had in each battle, and he defeated them all.
It didn't matter to him.
No challenger was too daunting, no battle too fierce for him to overcome.
Survival gave him strength. Survival was what kept him going. Survival was what secured him victory each and every time.
He quickly rose through the ranks, earning a reputation as one of the fiercest fighters in the arena. Spectators, nobles, queens, and kings all flocked to see him in action, eager to witness his combat skills firsthand.
But Natuto's fate took a drastic turn when Hinata, the newly crowned queen of the Hyūga dynasty, witnessed him fight one day. From the moment her eyes fell upon him, his life changed forever.
One battle was all it took for her.
She watched him fight and was deeply impressed by what she saw.
He fought with such valor that it actually brought a smile to her face, his potential shining brightly with every precise swing of his sword. He faced every battle with unwavering determination, displaying a spirit that stood unbroken, no matter what.
She loved that.
She loved that a lot actually.
Hinata was so captivated by him that she chose to break his chains, offering him something far more meaningful to fight for: her.
That day marked the best day of Naruto's entire life.
The Ice Queen gave him a second chance, a new life.
She freed him.
She released him from his shackles, taking him under her wing and nurturing his innate talents.
He was no longer a slave or a mere gladiator; he became a warrior with purpose. She allowed him to grow, to thrive, and to rise to the rank of general of the Hyūga army.
Naruto became "the warrior of warriors."
And now, after everything he's seen and endured, after all he's fought for, after rising from nothing, he stood as one of the most powerful and respected figures to walk the earth; the trusted right hand of the Ice Queen herself.
Yes, Naruto knew exactly who he was.
The blonde general grinned, his spirit visibly lifted.
Hinata nodded, a beautiful smile of satisfaction spreading across her porcelain face. Her lavender eyes sparkled with pride to see Naruto back on board, his determination rekindled.
It was a delightful treat to see that she's restored his confidence once again.
Hinata's hands rushed down to grip his shoulders, feeling his muscles tighten under her touch, his skin smooth but taut.
She playfully rubbed them back and forth.
"Yes. You are Naruto Uzumaki." She marveled.
"You are the leader of my army—a conqueror who bends even the strongest of wills, who dares to smile in the face of his enemies." Her voice was confident, his titles rolling off her tongue as smoothly as butter.
"You're a relentless pursuer of those who threaten his loved ones, and one who won't rest until all know his name."
Hinata's hand gracefully descended, pointing to his chest, the clawed ring on her finger gently tapping against his sternum.
"You are my general, my lover, my protector. Even if you stumble, you'll always be that to me. You will always embody that strength, and I will forever be here to remind you."
Hinata's smile was gentle as she trailed her hand over his defined, rugged chest, feeling the bumpy contours of his pecs beneath her touch.
She paused, resting her hand directly over his heart. Her smile widened as she felt his powerful heartbeat thudding against her palm.
"Indeed," She nodded, "nightmares can haunt and try to hinder, but you are more than those nightmares. More than what they tell you or show you." She pointed out solemnly.
"They are mere slaves to you if you do not heed them. They hold no power against the will of fire that burns within you."
Hinata tapped his chest once more, right upon his steadfast, beating heart, "They cannot strip away the essence of who you truly are, my dear Naruto-kun."
"H-Hinata-sama," Naruto breathed in awe, utterly stunned.
Throughout all his years, facing countless enemies and witnessing the most horrid shit imaginable, the powerful blonde male had never been one to remain silent or freeze up in the face of anything.
But now, for the first time in ages, he was completely still—frozen.
The relief in Naruto's eyes was palpable, a blend of gratitude and awe. His mouth opened and closed, unable to find his voice, his mind finding solace in the words of his queen.
Hinata's every word held immense power, each one being exactly what he needed to hear. Each word carried a weight that seemed to grab him by the chin and made him listen, made him believe. Her words reached deep into his soul, rekindling the strength and confidence that his nightmares had tried so hard to strip away.
It was at that very moment, Naruto found himself again.
All thanks to Hinata.
He let out a chuckle of delight, shaking his head in awe.
It was truly something incredible.
Hinata had a talent for always speaking the words he needed to hear. She was a comforting presence for his troubled soul, consistently guiding him back on track when he lost his way.
Whenever he stumbled, faltered, or even faced defeat, Hinata was always there to lend a helping hand, giving him the support he needed to rise again.
Just as Naruto served as a force of motivation and unwavering support for the soldiers in the Hyūga army, barking his speeches, passionately rallying them up until the veins in his fucking neck threatened to pop, Hinata played a similar role for him…
His support.
His lifeline.
Despite the ruthlessness she displayed to her enemies and the callousness even shown to her subjects and soldiers, she cared for him as if he were her own. She never grew tired of him, never snapped at him. She was always patient, always there.
It was a gesture beyond anything he could have wished for—to be cared for by his queen.
But Naruto couldn't deny one thing.
His nightmares were beginning to spiral out of control, so goddamn relentless. It felt like they were morphing into a powerful enemy Naruto just couldn't shake off, a nagging thorn in his side that just wouldn't go away.
They kept coming back.
Night after night.
These nightmares had the ability to twist his doubts, fears, and insecurities into malevolent weapons, a relentless force that even someone as resilient as Naruto found challenging to overcome.
His nightmares always hit him at his lowest, his weaknesses. They hit him right in the jugular, where it hurts the most.
They lingered, haunted him.
No matter what he did.
Lately, his nightmares had gotten worse, tightening their grip each night. They painted a dark and ominous picture, telling the story of a moment when he faltered, when he failed, and as a result, lost someone very dear to him.
Hinata.
Night after night, he witnessed the same tragic scenes play out in his subconscious.
In his dreams, the same haunting scenario unfolded: an insidious enemy breached the sanctity of Hinata's fortress, found his queen, and subjected her to a merciless fate during his moments of vulnerability.
Naruto always found himself rushing in at the last moment, only to stand helplessly as the enemy tore her apart.
Her death was different in every dream, each one a horrifying variation.
By now, he could almost recite all the ways she had died in his dreams—there were just too fucking many to count. He witnessed her…
Heart ripped from her chest.
Decapitated.
Hung.
Stabbed to death.
Raped, violated, her body fucking defiled.
The chilling scene played out like an endless loop, always ending the same way: Hinata dead, and him unable to do a damn thing to save her.
Something would always get in his way.
Something would always distract him,
Something would always hold him back, no matter what he tried to do differently.
After her death in the dream, Naruto would often kill the faceless foe who had slain her, only to wake up seconds later. Other times, he would be slain.
In the end, Hinata's lifeless body was paraded around by the triumphant enemy and their subjects, who proclaimed the Ice Queen's demise and declared victory as their spoils.
Some dreams, he was forced to watch that too.
In the silent corridors of his subconscious, Naruto grappled with the torment of watching his lover fall victim to the relentless assault of his own nightmares, over and over again.
Indeed, it breaks him.
It was only so much a man could take.
There were times when he had to step away from the public eye and find solace in his chambers, where he could let the tears flow freely. His usually fierce expression would soften, and the deep pain in his heart would spill out.
Indeed, he would feel like a failure, like he was never good enough. No matter how hard he trained, he worried that one day...
One day it wouldn't be enough.
But even as darkness loomed close, there she stood, always and forever—Hinata, a guiding light that dragged him out from the murky depths of his subconscious.
Just with her always being there, day after day, countered the grim scenarios his dreams tried to paint. And that alone offered him sanctuary from the haunting visions that threatened his peace of mind.
During those vulnerable moments, Hinata remained a steadfast companion, ever ready to soothe him and confront the unfiltered truths of his soul, no matter how ugly they may be.
And she continued to do so, even now.
Hinata smiled faintly as she watched her lover, lost in his thoughts. She raised one hand down to pat his chest.
"I'm not going anywhere, Naruto-kun," She said with a bright smile, as if she could sense his unspoken fears.
"I'll be here to look after you," She shrugged with a soft giggle, "someone needs to, after all."
Hinata nudged his shoulder, playfully jostling his solid frame. She actually managed to make him laugh, a deep, husky chuckle escaping him—a sound she always found so endearing.
"Can't risk you taking a tumble and bumping that hard head of yours. Who else would I have to admire, hmm?"
"Oh stop that, Hinata-sama." Naruto grinned, shaking his blonde locks.
Hinata giggled, nudging him yet again, "No, I'm serious. What man, if not you, could ever entertain me the way you do?" She whispered, her voice dropping an octave, becoming lower, naughtier.
"Who else could make my heart race as much as it does when I watch you train..." She began to run her fingers up his body, tracing his torso with her claw rings.
"When I watch you flaunt that sexy body of yours around my training grounds..." She trailed off, moving her fingers higher along his arm, loving how he shuddered under her touch.
"All sweaty and strained, hmm?" She finished at his shoulder.
Naruto chuckled again in response, biting his lip, "You truly are a riot, my queen. That naughty mind of yours never fails to amuse me."
Hinata let out a chirpy giggle, shrugging her shoulders innocently, "Yes, but..." She trailed off, a more serious thought sparking in her mind, causing her giggles to subside.
She reached out, her fingers threading through his blonde hair, the spiky strands cascading over her hand, a gentle tickle against her skin.
Her expression turned solemn, "Who else could I ever love with the same intensity that I love you?"
Once more, Naruto's breath hitched, his mighty heart skipping a beat in his chest by his queen's words.
He could never seem to get used to that.
Never could get used to hearing his queen say "I love you."
To him.
Naruto found his hand reaching out for her own. He cupped it, engulfing her delicate hand with his mighty one.
Gratitude welled in his blue eyes, a clear sight that brought a smile to his queen's lips.
"Oh, my queen, I love you too," Naruto confessed with a pout, tears welling in his eyes.
"I just…want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, Hinata-sama. For everything." He expressed tearfully, his breathing unsteady.
"You have no idea how much your words mean to me. You have no idea how much your presence here means to me." He whispered against her lips, locking eyes with her, staring deep into her eyes, no, her soul.
Naruto cursed, "Fuck, I don't deserve you," He whispered with a shake of his head, his spiky blonde hair swaying with the motion.
"Yes, you do, my love," Hinata countered in a gentle whisper, placing a hand on his other one on the bed, gripping it tightly.
"Yes, you do."
Love. Gratitude. Relief.
All of it washed over Naruto in waves, causing his heart to race and his eyes to glisten.
For once in his cruel life, he felt loved.
He felt cherished.
Oh, he loved his queen so much.
Naruto found himself overwhelmed by emotions he couldn't contain any longer.
Without hesitation, he leaned in closer, causing the bed to creak in response. His blue eyes flickered down to Hinata's plump lips briefly before returning to meet her gaze, the space between them gradually disappearing.
His eyes searched hers for any sign of hesitation. But he found none, only her unwavering love.
He closed the gap.
"Hinata-sama." Naruto whispered.
"Naruto-kun." Hinata whispered his name back.
It was then, Naruto kissed her, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate, heartfelt kiss.
It was never easy for him to express his love with words, but when it came to actions…
Oh, he excelled.
At this very moment, Naruto desired to express to Hinata the depth of his appreciation, the extent of his love for her, to convey everything words could never capture.
Hinata wanted to do the same.
As their lips met, it felt like a massive wave of warmth washing over them, like a tsunami threatening to take over them as it had so many times before. The pleasurable sensation settled deep in their stomachs and, eventually, in their groins.
They both moaned into each other's mouths at the sensation of their lips coming together once again, their moans blending into one.
The kiss started gentle at first, a soft meeting of lips that quickly deepened with raw emotion.
Naruto's hand softly cradled the delicate curve of his queen's cheek, as gently as he could. The same rough, battle-worn hands that could easily take a life now held her like a precious jewel, showing a tenderness few believed he had.
His calloused thumb glided across her porcelain skin with utmost reverence as he worshiped her with his lips.
Hinata wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. She even began to trace her claw rings up and down his back, leaving possessive scratches on his taut flesh, causing him to hiss in slight pain into her mouth.
With each kiss, their mouths opened in unison, their lips widening and stretching before puckering again, meeting one another in perfect synchronization.
They deepened the kiss with a mutual hunger. Their heads bobbed, tilting ever slowly as their bodies gravitated closer. Soft, lewd moans escaped them without their control, both completely lost in each other.
Soon enough, "gentle" was thrown completely out the window.
Their kiss grew rougher, messier, and more desperate in no time.
Naruto sucked and pulled at her lower lip, then switched to her upper lip, drawing out soft, breathless moans from both of them. He even bit them, sinking his teeth ever so slightly to give Hinata the excitement he knew she craved.
Oh yes, his queen was a sucker for pain.
Naruto grinned against her luscious lips, feeling her shimmy in her panties as his teeth nipped at her, feeding her the jolt of pain that always turned her on.
She rewarded him by thrusting her tongue deep into his parted mouth. She played with his tongue, lapping at it with slow, sensual strokes, caressing it just the way she knew would drive him wild.
Fuck, it turned him on so much.
Hearing her moans turned him on so much.
Tasting her lips, her saliva—everything about kissing her, hell, just being near her turned him on so much.
Naruto groaned, his hands quickly grabbing her robe. He slipped it off, and the sight of what she wore underneath nearly made his eyes pop out of their sockets.
He growled, "Ah, fuck it."
With a surge of desire, he pulled her close. His massive arm slipped along the small of her back and he effortlessly scooped her sexy ass up and settled her top of him, with little effort whatsoever.
Easy as pie.
Naruto shifted them both until his back was against the headboard, and they were nestled in the cozy embrace of his bed.
Now, his queen straddled him, legs on either side of him, her waist cradled by the strong arms of her general.
Their lips parted and Hinata gazed down at him, a smile breaking free across her face, gracing Naruto with a rare expression of pure joy—one of the rarest instances she ever showcased such a look.
Only he gets to see it.
Only him.
Hinata's crimson lips stretched into a smile, revealing glistening white teeth that sparkled in the dimmed light. A light flush adorned her pale cheeks, intensifying the beauty of her expression.
She looked like an angel hovering above him.
Naruto was left breathless, gaping like an idiot.
Hinata giggled due to the look on her sexy general's face, swiftly extending her fingers to trace along his broad shoulders.
She ran her clawed rings along his scarred, tanned skin and rippling muscles, taking pleasure in his shudders. She watched the clenching and unclenching of his sculpted eight-pack below, delighting in his reactions to her touch.
"Hmm, what's the matter?" She breathed against his lips, gracing him with the sudden grind of her hips. She moved them sensually against his covered groin beneath the satin sheets, surprising him.
Naruto moaned.
"Are you just going to gawk," Hinata moaned, "or are you gonna make a move, hm?"
That question, combined with her grinding, was exactly what Naruto needed to be jolted out of his trance.
But it also jolted something else too.
His cock.
Naruto's cock seemed to come alive beneath the sheets, gradually assuming an erect stance like a bendy straw snapping into shape. It formed a noticeable bulge under the satin, steadily growing in length and girth with each passing moment in response to his increasing arousal.
His thick erection gently pressed against Hinata's right thigh, resting on her skin like a playful pet seeking her attention.
Hinata was quick to notice.
She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
Never once taking her eyes off him, she dropped her ring-covered fingers to cup Naruto's bulge through the blankets, running them tantalizingly back and forth along his manhood between his thighs.
And she watched him groan, squirming in her hold.
The Ice Queen giggled, "Oh, you naughty man. You're already so hard for me." She tilted her head, causing her midnight blue hair to fall over her shoulder, cascading down her frame like water.
Naruto bit his lip, "Hmm, with all due respect, my queen." He swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing, "It's your own fault," He teased with an ear to ear grin on his face.
Hinata raised an eyebrow, "Oh, blaming your queen, are we?"
He nodded towards her attire.
"You're the naughty one, Hinata-sama. Wearing this..." He gestured toward her kinky lingerie.
"Heh, you wore this for me, didn't you?"
Hinata giggled, playfully tapping his nose, "Of course I did," She admitted without hesitation, shrugging with her bare shoulders now exposed.
"You know I can't resist putting on a show for you whenever I get the chance." She whispered, accompanied by an enticing wiggle of her hips.
Naruto groaned, long and deep.
Fuck, he felt like he was melting.
The blonde general trembled, cursing under his breath, his arousal surging beneath the sheets, "Damn, you're gonna be the death of me, my queen. You're just too fucking much."
Hinata moaned, running her fingers up to cup his cheeks. She gave his lips another sloppy kiss.
"Death?" She shook her head, "Oh no, baby. You're not permitted to die on me. You are far too precious." She whispered quite sensually.
"I still have so," She kissed him again.
"much," Another kiss.
"planned for you." Hinata whispered the last part, sticking her tongue out to lick his lips afterward.
Naruto almost bust his load right then and there, spasming against the sheets.
"Holy fucking shit."
Hinata let out a soft hum, leaning back slightly, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips and stretching through the air.
She chuckled softly at Naruto, who was so disoriented afterward. His blue eyes were glazed over, and his head wobbled to and fro, seemingly drunk on the sensations she was making him feel.
The blonde general had to take a moment to regain his bearings after that one. And to help him refocus, Hinata playfully wiggled her covered breasts at him, drawing his attention back to the seductive outfit she had chosen just for him.
That seemed to do the trick.
Naruto's gaze wandered right back to appreciate her sexy figure, clad in lingerie consisting of straps and belts—the very kinky shit he found irresistible.
His eyes fixated on her cleavage, taking in her Double D-sized breasts with an intense, lingering gaze.
His breath hitched.
Oh, her breasts were absolutely perfect, deserving every bit of his admiration. He couldn't resist being captivated by their flawless curves and the way they nestled so perfectly in her bra, pressed tightly together in a tantalizing display of cleavage.
If Naruto could pick a way to meet his end, he would undoubtedly wish to be smothered between those breasts, their comforting warmth and plush softness cocooning him until his very last breath. He was one hundred percent certain that he'd leave this world with a happy smile on his face, feeling utterly at peace and fulfilled.
A demise of honor, nestled snugly between his queen's royal milkers.
Naruto snorted.
What a glorious way to die.
A smirk curled along his scarred face, his eyes trailing further down her body.
His glazed eyes moved along her toned abdomen, showcasing a tight six-pack, a cute navel, and a svelte V-line, ultimately fixing his attention on the area currently concealed.
Her pussy.
That part of her was covered by a thong, yet the sweet scent of her arousal was unmistakable. The sensation of soaking wetness that Naruto felt each time Hinata ground her hips and rubbed her panties against him was just as unmistakable.
She was wet. Probably drenched.
Naruto cursed once more.
There was no doubt about that.
He was thoroughly pleased by the vision in front of him, grateful rather, that his queen had bestowed upon him the honor of witnessing her in the lingerie piece she had selected to wear for him this time.
Hinata looked absolutely divine. As always.
"Damn, you look so fucking sexy in that, my love. I almost don't want to tear it off you."
"Ah, ahh, not so fast. You know the rules," Hinata teased, shaking her head with a playful smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief down at her blonde general.
She swayed her hips yet again, seductively so, "You must inform your queen..." She licked her lips slowly, "Which part of her body… do you desire to help you feel better tonight, hmm?"
"Yeah, yeah." Naruto could only pant.
"My mouth?" Hinata whispered, running one claw ring across her lips.
"My breasts?" She continued, rushing her hands down to cup them gently, giving them a squeeze through her lingerie.
"My pussy?" She asked, letting her hand trail down her stomach suggestively.
"Or my ass?" She finished with a wicked grin, giving her rear a light, teasing slap.
"Holy shit," Naruto murmured, his voice low and husky. He swallowed hard, his thick adam's apple bobbing once more as he tried to gather his thoughts, but the sight of her teasing gestures made it difficult to form words.
"W-Would it be alright to choose all of the above?"
Hinata chuckled softly, "No, not now, my love. Dawn is beginning to draw near, so I'm afraid you can only get to choose one."
"Fine, your pussy," Naruto mumbled, his expression turning into a pout. However, that pout vanished quickly as he carried on, his gaze narrowing as a flood of naughty thoughts began to fill his mind.
"But what I want," He trailed off, licking his lips, "is for my queen to lower that pretty pink pussy right onto my face, so I can indulge in the pleasure of devouring it to my heart's content."
Hinata quivered with delight in his embrace.
"Mmm, is that so?"
Naruto nodded.
"Then what are you waiting for? Come get it." Hinata moaned impatiently against his lips, rocking her hips against his. Naruto rocked back, locking eyes with her with equal intensity.
"Get this pussy." She growled, "I command you, Naruto-kun."
There it was again—another order, and as always, Naruto never refused his queen, no matter the circumstances.
Hinata's words were like a trigger, awakening the carnal beast within him. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to obey, to fulfill her command.
"Come get this pussy."
And he did.
Naruto didn't waste any time.
Without saying another word, Naruto snapped back against the bed, extending himself straight out so his head was submerged in the pillows. He then reached out and positioned Hinata's lower body on his face straight afterward.
Hinata practically soared through the air with the rough way he jerked her forward, the sudden movement startling her.
Her thighs were positioned on either side of his head in an instant, his thick fingers yanking her panties aside faster than she can blink, exposing her gorgeously shaved pussy to him.
Naruto moved so fast, Hinata couldn't even keep up.
"H-Holy shit," Hinata gasped, surprised and incredibly turned on at the same time. She almost came right then and there, absolutely loving how rough Naruto was treating her. Not only that, but also how eager and obedient he was to her commands.
He was such a good boy.
Now seated on top of his face, she instantly felt the sensation of his large hands rushing forward to cup her hips with a vice-like grip, ensuring she couldn't go anywhere.
And at that moment, Hinata witnessed once again the true warrior that Naruto embodied in the bedroom–a bona fide soldier capable of delivering a night she would never forget, much like his prowess on the battlefield.
However, this was a different battlefield, yet even here, his goal remained the same...
Domination.
Naruto didn't say anything.
He didn't warn her.
He didn't prepare her.
He just got straight to work.
Instantly when he put his lips on her, Hinata felt a powerful wave of heat surging from the depths of her stomach.
His warm lips set forth to clamp against her wet pink pussy, and his even warmer tongue slipped out, teasingly exploring her slit.
The intensity of his tongue colliding against her sensitively greedy pussy instantly sent delightful tingles throughout her body, heightening her senses tenfold.
Hinata's head slid back in ecstasy, a string of curses slipping from her lips.
"Yes, oh fuck yes."
Naruto parted his lips wide, tracing her sopping wet slit with that mischievous tongue of his, lapping back and forth between her soaking folds. Each stroke of his tongue was deliberate, teasing, and filled with an excitement that matched his queen's.
And he was right—she was absolutely drenched.
Hinata was like a geyser, her love juices flowing freely from her pussy, steadily dripping into Naruto's open mouth, his thick tongue eagerly darting out to lick her clean.
It was enough to make Hinata scream.
His tongue was warm and slick, and with just a mere touch, it sent more and more tingles, addictive ones, straight through her toes, thighs, pelvis, and deep into her gut.
Her thighs were already trembling, shaking like a needy little slut, and Naruto had only just begun.
He whipped his head back and forth against her like a starved man, scarfing his meal down. His tongue darted rapidly to and fro, sweeping the wet appendage across every inch of her in a matter of seconds.
Her clit.
Her pussy lips.
Her opening.
Fucking inside her.
"H-Holy fuck." Hinata let out a soft, needy whimper, feeling the tremble in her thighs intensifying with each passing moment, a sensation beyond her control. Her pert ass jiggled within the confines of her thong, the rounded cheeks spilling out from the sides.
Naruto was truly giving her his all, as always. He never failed to disappoint her, and she couldn't help but appreciate it to the fullest.
It was everything she had never realized she needed.
The midnight blue-haired queen panted, taking a peek down at her blonde general, only to find him looking right back up at her.
Hinata could only see Naruto's eyes and nose where she sat atop him, the fabric of her slipped-over thong brushing against his scarred cheeks.
Her love juices now seemed to cover his lips like a glossy sheen, smearing across his cheeks and chin. But he caught the essence as quickly as he could, just with a quick swipe of his tongue.
He was smirking at her, she was sure, within the heat of her folds. His cerulean eyes gleamed mischievously, a dead giveaway of the satisfaction he felt, relishing the moment as she came undone atop him.
She scoffed playfully, burying one hand deep into his blonde locks, while the other reached for his headboard to keep herself steady.
"Heh, you're enjoying yourself, aren't you? Enjoying how that cunt tastes?" She growled between her mewls. Her question was answered when she felt Naruto shimmy his lips in between her folds and began to suck her up harder, emitting loud slurping sounds and deep moans in the process.
It was so hot.
"Mmm, fuck yes." Hinata squealed, rustling his hair approvingly, "You like how wet your queen is for you, baby? How much of a mess I'm making—all over you fucking face?" She watched as Naruto nodded eagerly underneath her.
She giggled, "Mmm, keep up with the good work, and I'll be sure to make an even bigger mess for you, hm." Hinata mewled, observing the playful spark in Naruto's eyes at her command.
It was at that precise moment that she felt the rush of that thick tongue of his slip deep inside her again, commanding her walls to spread open so as to explore her innermost depths with a single powerful thrust.
And just like that, her composure shattered.
Hinata couldn't hold it in.
She came.
Hinata squealed with delight as she released her essence straight into Naruto's mouth, and he greedily lapped up every bit, like a ravenous beast, making sure not a single drop went to waste.
His queen's taste was delicious, absolutely intoxicating, and Naruto found himself addicted to it.
A mix of sweetness and tanginess; a blend of honey and musk.
Each drop was a sinful indulgence, and oh, Naruto could not resist indulging. Her velvety folds were spread wide for him, twitching against his lips after her first climax, tempting him.
Hinata wriggled on his face, swaying back and forth as if on a seesaw, her other hand flying down to grip his blonde hair as well. She gripped those strands tightly, like her life depended on it.
But Naruto didn't mind the pain.
He focused mainly on keeping a firm grasp on her hips. And he even delivered a playful slap to that gorgeous ass of hers for moving so much.
Hinata's moans and cries echoed into the dimness of his room, threatening to seep through the walls and reveal their intimate secret.
It was quite the complicated situation Hinata found herself in.
If anyone were to discover that the formidable Ice Queen, the self-proclaimed "I don't need a man," was being dominated by her general, she feared she wouldn't be taken seriously ever again.
But she didn't care at the moment.
Fuck everyone else.
Naruto is all that mattered to her now.
Her second climax was approaching quickly, following closely behind the first one that had hit her like a charging warhorse. The tremors coursing through her intensified—doubling, no, tripling.
Hinata couldn't stop cumming.
Naruto sucked her pussy with the force and power she absolutely adored. It was like he was trying to suck the soul out of her, to drain her of everything she had.
Each time he used the strength of his jaw muscles to create suction with his lips against her folds, she felt her toes instinctively curl, pressing against the sheets.
Hinata groaned, her lips trembling, "Fucking yes, holy shit!" She cried out.
"Oh yes, get in there. Really get in there. Show that pussy no mercy, Naruto-kun." She moaned, her body tingling even more at the joyful groan that her blonde lover emitted. The sound resonated deep within her core like a vibration, traveling up her spine and making her entire body buzz.
Her back arched in response, her head tilting toward the ceiling, "Oh yes, I'm cumming! Gah, I'm cumming so much for you," She mewled, "so fucking much!"
Naruto couldn't talk much with Hinata's pussy shoved in his mouth, but he emitted groans and moans of delight in response to her dirty talk, nestled deep within her warmth and cradled between her thighs.
The intensity of the heat emanating from within her core was enough to make Naruto's eyes water and his breathing incredibly shallow.
But he never stopped. He kept at it.
He was determined to make his queen cum again.
But he was taken aback when Hinata suddenly shifted her position by sliding back, planting her hands on his thighs, her claw rings grazing him slightly.
He was momentarily confused, but as soon as Hinata began to grind her voluptuous hips against his face, Naruto quickly got back into it, rewarding her with powerful licks.
She glided her dripping wet cunt all over him, eager to feel more of his tongue, more of him.
The blonde general groaned in delight, his hands moving from her hips up to her stomach, tracing the curves of her body.
His battle-worn hands, rough and calloused from years of combat, were a force to be reckoned with as they enveloped substantial portions of her body, his thick fingers stretched wide.
As they moved up from her abdomen along the straps of her lingerie, his large hands seemed to dwarf her entire frame, exuding an intense warmth that seemed to seep into her skin upon contact, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
Hinata hummed, loving the feel of his big, manly hands all over her. She rocked her body against them, letting out sighs of bliss as his hands continued to explore her, tracing every curve and dip of her form.
Lost in the sensations, she was utterly unaware of Naruto's true intentions, missing the subtle shifts in his touch and the focused intensity in his eyes.
He only took her by surprise by suddenly reaching up and yanking her bra down, releasing her royal milkers which bounced quite heavily about.
Beautifully so.
Hinata gasped in shock as Naruto further unclothed her, her crimson lips parting wide due to her general's slick move.
She tried so hard to bite back a grin, to hide her amusement.
"Gah! You naughty little—mmh!" Her words were abruptly cut off as Naruto's calloused hands reached up and roughly palmed her breasts. His thick fingers enclosed around her pert, rosy-red nipples, pinching and tugging with a mix of roughness and precision.
The sudden, intense sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through Hinata, causing her to arch her back and moan deeply. Her initial surprise quickly gave way to a growing, undeniable desire as Naruto's hands expertly played with her tits, all while she ground against his face.
Hinata threw her head back.
She felt sooo good.
Naruto was making her feel so incredible that she couldn't complain about his disobedience.
Because it was him, she let it slide.
She couldn't bring herself to be mad at him.
Hinata's lavender eyes rolled as she continued to rock her hips back and forth along his face, experiencing a new sensation as her breasts were fondled and her pussy was sucked simultaneously.
Just the way she liked.
The tingling sensation, now intensified by the sensitivity of her pussy, ignited like fireworks inside her every time her clit brushed against Naruto's nose. Each time his tongue delved into her and his thick fingers tugged at her nipples, the pleasure soared even higher.
Kami, this man was tearing her to pieces.
It was always like this.
Naruto had incredible talent.
He always knew exactly how to pleasure his queen, understanding her body better than anyone else, even better than she did herself, which she thought was utterly impossible.
But Hinata had to admit it was true.
The way Naruto worked his tongue and his hands all over her was a masterful act. The way he played her like a finely tuned fiddle was un-fucking-mistakable, somehow, and someway, always managing to leave her breathless and entirely at his mercy.
In his hands, naked before him, Hinata always found herself in a rare state of blissful surrender, lost in a world of ecstasy only Naruto could create.
He always seemed to push her to the heights of pleasure she never knew existed, making her feel both vulnerable yet alive.
Every time they were together like this, Hinata was changed in ways she never thought possible: a powerful queen brought to her knees by the only man who could ever truly command her.
She couldn't figure out how Naruto did it, but whatever it was, she never wanted him to stop.
Never.
Hinata's stomach ached, twisting into knots, prompting deep, uncontrollable moans to burst forth from within her. Her entire body was becoming numb, especially her pussy under the relentless assault of Naruto's powerful licks.
Each one sent strong jolts of pleasure coursing through her, packing a mighty punch.
Each of his licks felt like they were packed with dwale, a potent sedative, slowly but surely drawing the life out of her. The numbing sensation spread through her entire body, causing her thighs and legs to spasm intensely, the sensation growing as they began to fall asleep.
Even her once steady grinding was beginning to become embarrassingly erratic, her movements more frantic and desperate.
But Naruto, as always, was counted on to come to her aid.
He reluctantly put a stop to playing with her breasts, but not before giving each a playful smack, loving how they wobbled with even the slightest touch. He then moved his hands back down her body, gripping her by the hips again.
Energetically, he continued guiding those voluptuous curves along his face—back and forth—desiring nothing more than to have his entire face covered in her cum.
Hinata completely lost it.
She whimpered, moving her hands from his thighs to the top of her head, interlocking them there.
"Ooh, fuck! Fuck!" were the only words she could manage to say. It was so unlike her to be at a loss for words, but with how good Naruto was giving it to her, she was rendered speechless.
And then, to her astonishment, he decided to surprise her once again, for what felt like the thousandth time.
Suddenly, he clamped his teeth onto her clit, giving the bundle of nerves a not-so-generous bite to add a sensation of pain amidst her pleasure.
He couldn't neglect offering his queen the pain she desired.
And just as he anticipated, she released into his mouth, reaching yet another orgasm, exactly as he wanted. Hinata did so with an intense convulsion, all the noises she wanted to make becoming trapped in her throat.
Instead, she released a silent scream.
Her lavender eyes rolled to the back of her head yet again as she convulsed and shook as if in an electric chair, rocking wildly on top of him.
"Gahh, f-f-fuck, you're so f-f-fucking good devouring my pussy! I can't th-think straight."
Hinata's praises acted like an adrenaline boost for Naruto, pushing him to work harder, stronger, and better to satisfy her, offering his own form of praise and worship in the ways he knew best.
And he was determined to keep doing so.
At that moment, Naruto decided to change course.
Still gripping her hips, he effortlessly tossed her body onto the bed beside him. Hinata's vision blurred with stars, and her world spun as she collided with the sheets, causing the bed to emit a loud creak.
She was so out of it, lost as her entire world spun. She was still trying to recover from all the orgasms.
She felt so —
Naruto swiftly slid closer, grabbing her ankles and effortlessly turning her over so she rested on her side with a soft flop, propped up by her elbow. He positioned himself directly behind her, adjusting his angle so his pelvis aligned perfectly with her ass from behind.
Chest to back, he grabbed her right leg, flinging it toward the ceiling, exposing her pussy. He moved in a frenzy, getting his queen into position so she was nice and ready to take his cock.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Naruto needed to be inside his queen. Right fucking now.
Naruto didn't wait, nor faltered.
He lowered his hand to grip his cock, smoothly guiding the head inside Hinata's royal snatch, skilfully bypassing her pushed-aside panties. With a rough thrust, he eagerly buried the rest of his bulging length inside her, and moaned when she squealed.
The moment she was filled by something so hot, hard, and thick, Hinata snapped back to her senses, only to lose them again when she felt Naruto begin to move with a vigorous pace against her.
Naruto groaned deeply as he entered her, instantly feeling her greedy walls clench tightly around his cock, welcoming him with a firm, almost desperate grip.
He could never get enough of his queen's pussy nor the incredible grip that came with it.
Every time he slid into her, every time he united with his queen, it felt like heaven itself had opened its pearly gates for him, bathing him in its divine light. The warmth and tightness of her pussy's embrace always made him feel as if he were in paradise, always making him feel welcomed, and cherished.
Her pussy was so good to Naruto that it surpassed even the thrill of the battlefield, the adrenaline and brute force of fighting. It all paled in comparison to the ecstasy Naruto felt when he was buried balls deep inside his queen.
Yes, nothing could compare to her pussy.
Naruto cursed, "Fuck, you're so tight. Heh," He snickered, "You truly have a gift, Hinata-sama. No matter how many times I fuck you, you always tighten right back up," He growled close to her ear.
Hinata hummed in joy, her eyes half-closed in bliss, "Mmm, of course. How else am I gonna satisfy that big, fat cock of yours—eek!!"
Naruto interrupted her mid-sentence by picking up his speed, pounding her with relentless intensity.
He began to thrust with such force that she climaxed yet again.
No, she squirted.
It was clear from Naruto's pace that he was on a mission to fuck her brains out, and Hinata was more than happy to be a willing participant.
Her brain surely consented.
The midnight blue-haired queen cried out in ecstasy, her right leg lifted high in the air, inner thigh clutched by Naruto's rough, veined hand to make room for his cock as he thrust it in and out of her pussy, burying deep within her with each movement of his hips.
Hinata squealed in joy, her ears filled with the rhythmic sound of Naruto's balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her sideways. The slick, wet sounds of her juices mixed with the creaking protests of the bed added to the fun as well.
The smooth rhythm of his constant thrusts against Hinata's buttocks made them ripple enticingly within her thong, clapping and slapping with each movement. It all made her world spin, her senses thrown into a dizzying whirlwind of pleasure.
Hinata turned her head towards her general, finally getting a good look at him. But what she saw took her breath away.
Naruto was so goddamn sexy. A work of art.
His spiky blonde hair was now an unruly mess, curling at the ends and slipping down his forehead, partially covering his intense, murky blue eyes. Those eyes were fixated on her and only her, with a gaze that made her feel so special.
Hinata felt giddy too, like a stupid little princess.
His blonde eyebrows were furrowed, and his mouth was gaped, letting forth deep, sexy moans that rattled her eardrums, intensifying the heat coursing through her body.
His tan skin now bore a thick layer of sweat, accentuating every bulging, flexing muscle he had, and every scar he bore.
Kami, she came just looking at him.
Naruto groaned, leaning up close to his queen, "You like that, huh? You like to be pounded like this, Hinata-sama?" He hissed.
"Like a common fucking slut?"
His voice was rough now, a guttural roar by her ear, much like the voice he adopts on the battlefield when he's bossing around her soldiers.
It was so sexy; his dominance, his passion, his undeniable desire for her. She never imagined that being spoken to in such a degrading way by a man could mess her up the way it did, could make her as wet as it did.
Yet Hinata couldn't ignore the fact that if any other man, anyone at all, spoke to her the way Naruto just did, she would have their fucking heads without a second thought.
But Naruto was a special case.
An exception.
She nodded frantically, happily confirming Naruto's words from earlier, "Yes! I adore it! I adore visiting your room to comfort you by allowing you to have your way with me, by fucking me like a common slut, Naruto-kun!!"
"Ah, would you look at that! Was that a confession, my love?” Naruto acknowledged with a cackle, "Oh, hearing you say those words is a fucking dream come true." He licked his lips, savoring the taste of Hinata's sweet essence that lingered there, still craving more.
"You know what you deserve, right?"
"Yes, baby, tell me what I deserve? Tell me!"
"A nice fucking reward!"
"Yes!"
At that moment, Naruto surpassed Hinata's expectations, turning the impossible into reality by quickening his pace even further.
His cock seemed to blur faster than the speed of light as he plunged into her with a ferocity that made her juices squirt everywhere, soaking both the sheets and their bodies.
He wrapped one strong arm around the back of her neck so as to bury his hand in her hair. He drew her close by pressing her forehead against his to keep her nice and still.
Hinata looked deep into Naruto's eyes with glee, quickly rushing her hand down to swipe along her twitching clit to intensify the stimulation.
And intensify it did .
Her cries were once again muffled by the powerful wave of pleasure that slammed into her at that very moment.
Her breathing became raspy, and her body shook and rattled against Naruto's bed like a sex doll, her extended leg shaking in the air above him. Her bare breasts bounced wildly, rocking up and down and smacking against her stomach, adding to the commotion.
Naruto's cock was deep, so deep inside her.
Naruto had an impressive one—that cock of his. And he certainly knew how to use it to its fullest potential, maintaining complete control over it.
Naruto traversed her slick walls with ease, maintaining his position inside her without slipping out, never breaking a sweat. He expertly curved it to slam into her tricky G-spot with one thrust, then used another thrust to dive deep and crash into her cervix with full force, one after the other.
In and out, back and forth—Naruto never stopped.
Hinata felt her stomach bulge from Naruto's massive girth flooding her insides, a sensation so intense that happy tears built up in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill.
The sensations her dear general was graciously giving her, combined with her own vigorous rubbing of her twitching clit, were so much that she lost all sense of self, her tongue lolling out of her mouth in the throes of ecstasy.
Hinata screeched, her body spasming, "Yes, oh yes! Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it me, Naruto-kun!" She screamed in a frenzy, her voice matching the rapid thrusting of Naruto's member as it pounded in and out of her pussy.
"Oh yes, destroy me, baby!!"
"Fuck yeah!" Naruto cheered, groaning in delight as he felt Hinata's velvety walls tighten even further around his shaft, her muscles massaging him perfectly, just the way he liked.
His eyes fluttered to the back of his head, and Hinata watched in fascination as they did. The sight made her pussy grow even wetter, if that was even possible at this point.
Her juices squelched as Naruto thrust inside her gaping hole, slipping out of her and rushing down his shaft like a leaky faucet, tracing a path all the way to his balls.
Hinata's cries and demands, no matter how slurred, incoherent, and downright senseless, were still regarded as orders by Naruto. It didn't matter to him.
And so, as always, he followed every order issued by Hinata, giving it his all.
Without hesitation.
Without question.
Without any excuses.
Naruto kept at it. He even continued his dirty talk, close to her ear.
"Oh, your pussy feels so fucking good, clutching me so tight. It's an odd sight, my queen, to witness you being so goddamn needy." He let out a hoarse chuckle.
"Heh, it's so unlike you."
"Gahh, yes! I need it! I need your cock!" Hinata sputtered through sobs, shaking her head as she peered deep into his eyes, deep into his very soul.
She whimpered, gently lowering one hand to cradle Naruto's face, tracing her claw rings across his marked cheeks.
She bit her lip, "I need you, Naruto-kun."
Naruto's eyes widened at Hinata's vulnerability, his mighty heart skipping several beats like that of a damsel in distress. He certainly wasn't expecting that, and it took him by surprise, almost beyond belief.
Yet it presented an opportunity for him to reciprocate by baring his own heart, to reveal the depths of his feelings in return.
Emotions he has long desired to express to her.
At that moment, Naruto's eyes welled up with tears, and he leaned into Hinata's touch, tenderly turning his head to kiss the palm of her hand.
"And I need you, Hinata-sama. I need you so fucking badly."
Hinata smiled and then leaned in, taking the initiative to kiss him again. The surge of ecstasy that washed over them as their lips met again was glorious: the cherry on top.
Turning over her shoulder, Hinata captured every bit of Naruto's lips, relishing the traces of her own essence that clung to them. She let out a contented hum.
So, this was how she tasted? Mmm, sweet yet tangy.
Hinata found herself loving it.
Her hand plunged back into his blonde locks, resuming its place there as she moved her head in rhythm with his own.
Naruto emitted a deep groan within the kiss, completely immersed in a world of ecstasy where only they belonged. Just the two of them.
Naruto moaned in bliss.
How on earth did he get so damn lucky?
Naruto couldn't help but ask himself that. In fact, he asked himself that same question every single day—every time Hinata gave him the privilege of fucking her, touching her, or simply being near her.
He couldn't help but marvel at how he managed to intimately connect with a woman who, by all accounts, seemed utterly unattainable—a woman who, at first glance, appeared resistant to all romantic entanglements.
The irony struck him.
How the hell did he end up fucking the woman who never wanted to be fucked in the first place?
How did he manage to thaw the icy heart of the formidable Ice Queen?
How the fuck did he do it?
Naruto didn't know. He didn't have that answer.
But, he relished these moments nonetheless, savoring them to the fullest.
However, his thoughts were put to a halt when suddenly he felt his cock begin to twitch profusely within Hinata where it was snugly nestled between her tight walls, fully buried inside her.
His moans intensified, growing more animalistic, resonating with the powerful bass of his voice. Hinata's own moans reverberated against his lips, merging seamlessly into their heated, passionate kiss.
But despite the overwhelming sensations, Naruto never stopped his thrusting. Not even once.
Naruto's stamina was unmatched, surpassing expectations every single time and in every possible way. A true force in the bedroom, a beast in the sheets, he consistently delivered powerful thrusts and deep plunges, much to Hinata's utter delight. She relished every pound, thrust, and plunge his cock granted her, all the way up until he reached the brink of his climax.
He abruptly broke the kiss with her to let out a prolonged groan, his curses directed towards the ceiling, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Hinata-sama!" Naruto exclaimed shakily, biting his lip.
"Do you want it inside or-"
Hinata mewled, knowing exactly what he was alluding to.
Her inner walls practically purred, rippling in response, "Yes, my love, I want it inside." She exhaled, catching Naruto completely off guard. His eyes shot wide in surprise, his hips involuntarily slowing down in response as well.
He shook his head in a frenzy, "A-Are you sure, my queen? Y-You could get-?"
Hinata let out a giggle, which only phased into a moan. She reached back to cup Naruto's chin, giving it a wiggle, "I'm just kidding. I have, ooh, a better idea." She declared playfully before pulling her hand down to pat his thigh, a gesture that signaled for him to stop his thrusts.
He complied almost immediately, as if it were second nature.
Naruto watched as Hinata slid his twitching cock out of her, only to surprise him by roughly pushing his heavy-set body over so he was lying on his back again.
"Woah," He blurted out, finding himself once again submerged deep in his pillows, his body outstretched with his queen above him.
With a raised eyebrow, Naruto watched his queen crawl forward, her movements graceful yet deliberate, as she positioned herself between his spread legs. Her face came just inches from his throbbing, juice-slick cock, her breath warm against his sensitive skin.
At that moment, Naruto knew exactly what Hinata had in mind.
She moved in a familiar stance, the one she always took just before she was about to suck him off.
Naruto smirked, biting his bottom lip yet again.
The blonde general watched as his queen lowered her upper body, providing him with a clear view of her wobbling breasts. She then raised her lower body, offering him a full view of her buttocks too.
Hinata wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, careful not to scrape him with her claw rings.
She smiled up at him, "I did say I wanted it inside, didn't I?" Hinata teased with a flutter of her eyelashes, a sight that nearly made Naruto bust his load all over her gorgeous face.
He cursed, throwing his head back against the headboard, "Fuck. You cheeky little slut."
"Mmm, yes, I'll be generous and let you use my throat." She hummed, "Since you've pleased me so well, I'll reward you by sucking you off until you cum." Hinata moaned and wiggled her ass, her creamy cheeks swaying back and forth, peeking out at him from between her thong.
"Mmm, now, let's get you to cum, Naruto-kun."
At that moment, Hinata took his cock into her mouth and quickly worked her magic.
She grasped the base of him firmly, being careful with her claw rings, and began to bob her head down his quivering shaft with a wobble, inviting him to the back of her throat in no time.
Her throat muscles convulsed around him, tightening as she gagged repeatedly, but she relished every moment of it.
Naruto did too.
He kept his eyes on his queen, loving how she kept those seductive lavender eyes of hers locked on him in return, never once looking away.
He watched as she moved her head up and down at a vigorous pace, taking him in with a piston-like rhythm. With each thrust of her mouth downward, she took in more inches of his cock, only to pull back and then plunge down again, ensuring every inch of him was thoroughly attended to by her mouth, tongue, and throat.
Then, she would repeat it all over again.
It was his turn to come undone, and he moaned and groaned like a madman. His groans became feral and guttural in no time, his legs trembling against the sheets.
Hinata would occasionally pop his cock out of her mouth to lick it, swirling her tongue around his sensitive head and then along the shaft. She lapped up her own juices that still covered it, cleaning his cock with her tongue.
Her hand moved to massage his sensitive tip, squeezing gently while her tongue worked its way along his shaft.
She traced every ridge and contour of him, her nose brushing against the bulging blue veins that stood out against his throbbing skin. The combined sensation of her hand and tongue working against him sent waves of pleasure through him, driving him ever closer to the edge.
Then, with a devilish grin, Hinata would surprise him yet again by leading her tongue back up his shaft and engulfing the head once more, her lips creating a tight seal around his cock.
She was doing everything she could to get him to cum, and Naruto was right there, on the brink.
The sight of her bent over, ass up, expertly sucking him off, was enough to push Naruto headfirst into his climax.
But what really pushed him over the edge was when Hinata ran her claw rings over his balls, jostling them gently.
That was it for him.
Naruto squirmed, screaming out, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Here it comes! I'm gonna cum!" He warned, and Hinata prepared herself, ready for her favorite drink: her general's cum.
And then it came.
With a final cry, Naruto released his thick, milky load directly down his queen's throat and straight into her stomach.
The force of his climax was intense, his salty essence bursting into her mouth and filling it to the brim. But Hinata took every drop, her throat convulsing around him as she eagerly swallowed everything her dear general gave her.
The sensation of his cock down her throat and the warmth of his release filling her belly brought Hinata immense pleasure, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her own moans vibrated around him, adding to his ecstasy.
Naruto's body convulsed with each wave of his climax, gripping the sheets tightly as he rode out his intense climax. He watched Hinata in a daze, her face flushed, cheeks hollowed around him, and her clawed rings digging into his thighs as she milked him for every last drop.
It took a few more grunts from Naruto and gags from Hinata before it was all over.
The high slowly subsided, leaving them both sweaty, exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied.
Hinata finally pulled away, a trail of saliva and cum connecting her lips to his cock. She looked up at Naruto with a contented smile, licking her lips to clean them.
She hummed at the flavor of their shared essence.
She then moved forward to plant a kiss on Naruto's mushroom tip, "Mmm, excellent work, Naruto-kun." She praised, batting her glossy lavender eyes up at him.
She giggled to find him out of breath, sweaty, and slumped over, completely dazed after the entire ordeal. Nevertheless, Naruto offered her a heartwarming smile.
"Thank you, my queen."
Hinata smiled and proceeded to glide her lips along his taut physique, planting kisses along his solid frame. She cherished the fruits of his labor, appreciating the body that had always fought so hard for her and brought her immense pleasure.
Her kisses were delicate, comforting, and even tingly, leaving a trail of her crimson lipstick along his shaft, thighs, stomach, and then chest.
She kissed each of his muscles, alternating from side to side, planting delicate kisses on every part of his eight-pack. She then proceeded up to his pecs, where she playfully gave his rock-hard nipples a lick.
She didn't forget to grace a single scar that marked his torso with intensive attention, tracing each one—long, small, and jagged—with her lips.
Every kiss Hinata placed on him was accompanied by a soft, gentle plop, resonating in the quietness of the dim room. It was a subtle sound, but it further soothed Naruto, easing him into a state ready for sleep.
He ran his hands through Hinata's dark blue hair as she kissed him, groggily massaging her back.
When she leaned up, Naruto cupped her cheek with his hand, and their lips met in another tender kiss.
They both moaned.
"Mmm, tell me, how do you feel now?" The midnight blue-haired queen questioned softly in between their kisses.
"Feel better?"
"So much better." Naruto emphasized with a laugh, "After all of that, I can't even remember my dream now." He exclaimed with a cheeky laugh.
Hinata laughed too, "Good. Then my work here is done." She teasingly declared before pulling herself up, adjusting her bra and panties, grabbing her robe, and draping it over her lingerie.
She slipped off the bed and took a stand again, gazing back at Naruto with a soft smile. However, her expression shifted to a frown when she noticed the longing in her dear general's eyes; the desire for her to stay.
She pouted, shaking her head, "Oh, don't give me that look, my love. We're only going to be away for a couple of hours. It's okay."
"Hours, my love?" Naruto groaned before waddling across the bed on his knees, like a mere child desperate for its mother. He wrapped his large arms around her waist, submerging his head deep into her breasts.
Hinata giggled, stroking his hair softly.
"I don't want you to go. I want to stay just like this for the remainder of the morning, beneath you, holding you, like this." He groaned, his voice muffled.
Hinata sighed blissfully, absolutely loving the sound of that.
But she knew it could not be.
The midnight blue-haired woman shook her head, chastising him. "I know, but you are aware that we cannot, Naruto-kun." She lowered her hand to cup his chin, gently urging it forward.
"You need your rest, so I demand that you sleep. We have mighty days ahead of us, my love," She declared with a hum, issuing yet another order.
And that meant Naruto couldn't refuse.
Naruto sighed, conceding to his longing to sleep with his lover. He released his queen, not without stealing another kiss from her.
Hinata moaned in bliss.
Shortly after breaking the kiss, he pulled away and settled back onto his bed, sinking into the luxurious satin sheets and plush pillows.
"Fine. I'll just see you in a couple of hours then, my queen."
Hinata smiled faintly in response to Naruto's words.
With that, she walked over to the chair where she had been seated earlier, picked up her wine glass from the end table beside it, securing it to prevent a maid from spotting it.
She then headed for the door, her steps graceful and light, her long robe trailing behind her.
Naruto watched her every move as she crossed his expansive room towards the door, reaching out for the handle. Yet, just as she was about to depart, he noticed her pause, hesitating before eventually turning back to face him.
Hinata smiled, her figure bathed in the soft glow of the candlelights, "Before I go, I want you to know that my next mission will be to explore medical treatments for your nightmares," She announced.
"As much as I enjoy providing my own remedy," Hinata hummed, trailing a hand along her hips, "I dislike the recurring nature of your nightmares. So, I will see to it to rid you of them forever, my love."
Hinata winked at Naruto from a distance, "So we can enjoy each other under more positive circumstances, yes?" She added playfully.
Naruto's eyes shot wide, so much so that he felt them ache.
He couldn't believe his ears.
Was he hearing his queen correctly?
Hinata was willing to do the unthinkable.
She was willing to put her many plans of conquest on hold to search the earth for a treatment that would cure his nightmares and bring peace to his troubled sleep. She would do all of that just for him.
Only for him.
It was more than he could ask for.
Hinata was more than he could ask for.
Each sunrise and sunset reminded him why he followed her so valiantly, charging into battle without a second thought and executing her orders without hesitation.
Naruto's heart swelled with pride and gratitude like never before.
Yes, he was proud to call her 'his queen.'
But the most profound emotion he felt was love, a love that permeated every fiber of his being.
A love for his queen. For Hinata.
Naruto smiled a joyous smile. He even bowed his head, grateful.
"Thank you so much, my queen."
Hinata, equally moved, surprised him with a reciprocal bow, "You are welcome, my valiant general."
Naruto's eyes widened in shock as he witnessed his queen bow to him, openly displaying the immense respect she held for him. It was an unprecedented sight, causing his heart to flutter and tremble like a tempest in his chest.
Hinata, the formidable Ice Queen who had always refused to bow to anyone, had yet again done the unthinkable—she bowed to him.
Her graceful form lowered in front of him, her legs bending in a proper bow, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall down her frame.
Naruto couldn't believe his eyes.
A queen bowing to him.
He's come a long way.
Hinata bestowed upon him one final smile, a smile he knew would visit him again in his dreams. She then raised her head, standing up straight.
"Sweet dreams, Naruto-kun."
"Sweet dreams, H-Hinata-sama."
After those words, Hinata was gone, and the room was engulfed in a rush of silence, accompanied only by the flickering of candlelights and dancing shadows once more.
However, Naruto didn't stay awake for long.
As soon as he laid back on his bed and his head hit the pillows, he quickly fell asleep with a smile on his face, exhausted from his time spent with his queen.
This time, no nightmares jolted him awake.
In fact, he had no recollection of any dreams intruding into his subconscious, allowing him to enjoy the beauty of uninterrupted sleep.
All thanks to Hinata.
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Notes:
A.N.
Hello readers! Thanks for sticking with me to the end of this one. I know it was pretty long, and definitely steamy, but also quite dark.
I tackled some themes that I feel aren't explored enough, especially in the medieval realm. Naruto dealing with the nightmares of war and how deep and powerful it is for, him and Hinata, to show a different side of themselves together, away from prying eyes, away from the entirety of the world, was something I really wanted to capture as well. Their love and loyalty to one another are so real and profound, and I wanted to highlight how they support each other through their vulnerabilities.
I truly believe that in a cutthroat world like the one they live in, a bond like theirs is more important than anything.
But yeah, I had sooo much fun writing this! I've been wanting to explore different tropes and au's, (you all know it, I've always say this, haha) and so Queen Hinata X General Naruto has always been on my list So, I'm glad I finally got to dive into their dynamic together. 😊
I really hope you enjoyed reading. ❤️
I won't keep this ending note too long. Just a reminder to leave kudos and comment, and I promise I'll be back soon with another update.
Sooner than you think. 😉
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 32: ❦𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝❦
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Naive and innocent, Hinata sets out on a selfless journey to aid her ailing father. However, she makes the mistake of crossing paths with Naruto, the big bad wolf.Now, in his presence, she faces a daunting proposition: win his harrowing game of survival to return to her father, or lose, forfeiting something uniquely her own—her innocence.
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((For My Dark Readers Only))
If there is anything that you find in the tags that bothers you, DO NOT READ. This two-part oneshot is much darker than what I have written recently. So tread lightly, it's gonna get spooky.
Here's my dark spin on Red Reding Hood, lol.
Don't forget to comment and leave kudos. Thanks and enjoy!
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The Girl In Red
The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky with a rich palette of amber, gold, and crimson hues. Its waning light stretched long shadows across the dense foliage surrrounding a quaint little village.
Accompanying the gentle sway of the trees was the soft caress of the breeze, carrying with it the earthy aroma of pine needles mingled with the damp, fertile scent of soil.
A young woman strode briskly along a meandering trail branching off from the village behind her, her midnight blue hair trailing like ribbons in the steady wind as she walked.
The woman?
Hinata Hyūga, the girl in red.
The young woman, sweet as can be, wore a vibrant red cloak that flowed behind her, a gift from her dear late mother. Underneath, a white blouse with ruffles peeked out, paired with a swaying red skirt. Black fishnet stockings hugged her legs as she walked with grace in her Mary Jane pumps.
Very picturesque.
Hinata's steps were determined, moving steadily onward and upward, unfaltering even in the face of the whispered fears that hung in the air. She's been walking for quite some time, long enough for a dull ache to settle in her ankles and a persistent soreness to nag at her lower back.
Still, she pressed forward.
She must.
She had only one thing on her mind, and nothing else, propelling her to keep moving forward...
Her dear father: Hiashi Hyūga.
He's fallen ill.
An unfortunate turn of events.
In the early stages, his illness seemed rather mild, to say the least. Just an occasional cough here and there, nothing too alarming for Hinata. She brushed it off as a common seasonal nuisance, just his sensitive sinuses acting up again.
So, she would make it a routine to brew her father a steaming cup of chamomile tea three times a day, meticulously steeping it to perfection. By his bedside, she would softly hum melodies she learned from her mother as she helped him drink the tea, all in hopes of soothing his cough and ushering him into a peaceful slumber.
At first, the tea seemed to do the trick.
However, as time passed, the soothing properties of the tea sadly began to lose their effectiveness. Before long, his symptoms began to worsen, escalating into something far more serious.
Pneumonia.
His ailment turned into pneumonia.
Hinata found that out on her own, having managed to piece it together from her father's symptoms—persistent coughing, difficulty breathing, and a stubborn fever that just wouldn't go down, no matter what she did.
She tried everything to bring his many fevers down—cool compresses, damp cloths on his forehead, and even making him sip on ice-cold water or mint tea from time to time—but nothing seemed to work.
Her father was an old man, brittle and fragile. There was only so much that he could endure.
As the days went by, her father's appearance grew more haggard and feeble, like a shell of who he once was. It pained Hinata to see him fading away, inching farther from his usual vibrant self.
He hardly spoke, hardly laughed, and hardly smiled...
Each day, each hour, each minute, he battled with all of his might against the cruel pneumonia. But it seemed like it was gaining the upper hand more and more each day.
Hinata truly feared that he just might...
She shook her head, suppressing tears. She shouldn't think that way.
It was this sense of urgency that drove Hinata forward, motivating her to hasten her return home with the supplies she had collected for him.
In her delicate hands, Hinata carried a woven basket brimming with vibrant vegetables, fruits, and an assortment of herbs and medicines—collected from the settlement a few miles away.
Konoha Village.
Hinata's father, Hiashi, resided in a charming cottage on the outskirts of Konoha village, nestled by a tranquil lake. His cottage, though old and weathered, had a cozy charm that was rather inviting.
The quaint home was surrounded by blooming gardens and a cobblestone pathway, providing a peaceful sanctuary for him to live in peace.
But his cottage wasn't just any place; it was Hinata's home as well.
There, the two lived, accompanied only by one another.
After the mysterious death of Hinata's mother, her father made the decision to leave Konoha. The memories of her and the village itself became too painful, a constant reminder that Hiashi simply couldn't bear.
So, they moved.
That was many years ago, back when Hinata was just a child.
But since then, Hinata has taken on the responsibility of looking after her father, especially now, as he lies sick in bed.
She's grown pretty good at it, which just goes to show how much she learned from her mother. Her mother made sure Hinata could handle looking after both herself and her father on her own, and it's definitely paying off now.
Those teachings were priceless, worth more than gold itself.
And though her dear mother had passed away, Hinata found comfort in knowing that she was still with her; guiding her hands, and blessing her with patience and strength. The wisdom and love she instilled in Hinata were like permanent marks on her soul, destined to remain for as long as she lived.
And so, no matter the challenges she faced, no matter how heavy the burden of her father's illness, Hinata managed to maintain her positivity.
Her inner light remained undimmed.
Her radiance was so powerful that it seemed to push back against the encroaching darkness, even now, as she walked the trail all by her lonesome.
But as she walked, the hushed voices of the Konoha townsfolk echoed in her ears, refusing to fade away.
She couldn't shake them off.
The midnight blue-haired woman noticed, as she inhabited their lands, that they constantly spoke of a beast lurking in the nearby forest.
Their fearful gossip painted a picture of a fearsome predator, a freak of nature that had made the once-tranquil forest a place of dread.
And as soon as word spread that Hinata planned to return home through this forest, the villagers became...
agitated.
They pleaded with her to wait until morning, to stay safe in the village for the night before venturing near those dangerous woods or traveling at all, for that matter.
But, Hinata stood firm, adamant.
"I've been away long enough," She had told them, sweetly and earnestly.
"I can't bear the thought of anything happening to my father while I'm away. He needs these herbs, and I won't let fear keep me from him." She also told them.
"Thank you for all of your concerns, but I must go. Please, wish me luck!"
However, thinking back on her own words now, Hinata couldn't seem to forget the image of the wide-eyed stares brimming with intense fear and concern etched on the faces of the villagers as she finished speaking. It lingered with her even as she turned away from them and left their gracious company and then village behind.
Little did she know, a touch of naivety tinted her determination.
The village of Konoha had long battled with the mysterious beast, for several generations, in fact. Its existence was deeply embedded in the memories of its residents, intertwining with the essence of the village itself.
Its claws dug deep.
Whenever someone mentions Konoha, the stories of the forest-dwelling beast immediately come to mind soon after. Some dismiss it as an urban legend, while others see it as a cautionary tale passed from adults to children, who eagerly swap it like campfire stories whenever they get the chance.
People simply referred to the creature as "the beast" or even "the big bad wolf," depending on who you asked.
Nobody knew the beast's real name, where it came from, or what it looked like—just where it lived and what it did at night, specifically on nights of a full moon.
According to the local lore, it was said that on full moon nights, a chilling wolf-like howl could be heard echoing through the forest and into the village. Farmers reported instances of discovering their chickens mauled and their crops raided. Some villagers even claimed to have seen claw marks on their doors, and others reported the disappearances of loved ones, or so the tale goes.
But none of that mattered to Hinata.
Sure, Hinata had caught wind of rumors about this beast when she was younger but her parents always shielded her from such tales.
"It's all nonsense," Her mother would always brush off when a teary Hinata sought comfort in her after being scared by the other children's tales of the beast.
Children could be quite scary, Hinata recalls how they would often use the tale to frighten other kids for a good laugh, presumably targeting her as well. They'd swap and switch details so often that Hinata couldn't distinguish fact from fiction anymore.
That's why she felt it best to heed her mother's advice and ignore the tale altogether.
Though, she still made sure to stay as far away from that forest as humanly possible.
As time passed and Hinata eventually moved away from Konoha, the legend faded from her thoughts, becoming a distant memory. So hearing it again after so many years, Hinata couldn't help but take it with a grain of salt. To her now, the legend seemed more like a tactic to keep youngsters in check—a cautionary tale spun to prevent them from wandering too far and stumbling into trouble.
It was absurd.
Hinata has no time for legends and myths. Her father's illness is her reality now, not some spooky ole beast, and she must reach him as quickly as possible.
And so, venturing through the forest will fulfill her wish.
With one hand, Hinata clutched a lantern, its flickering flames casting dancing shadows along the trail, guiding the way with its light. In the other hand, she tightly gripped her basket, finding comfort in its presence—a constant reminder of the purpose driving her to continue her journey.
With each squeeze of the basket's handle, her father's image appeared in her mind: sick, bedridden, and sound asleep for days on end, his hand limp in hers.
She whimpered.
'I'm on my way, father. I'm on my way.' She thought to herself, finding another surge of motivation. She trotted onward, each step she took resonating with a thud on the stoned pathway.
The chilly night breeze constantly whispered through the rustling trees, sending shivers of its cool touch through any openings in her clothing, such as her arms and legs, causing goosebumps to rise on her porcelain skin.
Hinata shuddered, her red hood steadily flying in the wind.
While she traveled, the fading sunlight caught the glimmer in her lavender eyes—eyes that reflected only innocence and purity, unaffected by the darkness surrounding the tales of the lurking beast or, perhaps more notably, the harsh realities of the unforgiving world she lived in.
Her kindness and determination were guiding lights for her, yet they also rendered her vulnerable to the ominous unknown that awaited her.
Eventually, the trail led her to the entrance of the forest, where the ancient trees stood like silent sentinels. Their gnarled branches seemed to reach out at her like spectral fingers, casting eerie shadows on the ground by her feet.
Immediately, Hinata's steps came to a sudden halt as she locked eyes with the looming forest. Her lantern and basket swayed due to her abrupt stop, her gaze transfixed on the eerie expanse ahead.
Shallow breaths escaped her lips in quick succession, and her hands began to tremble.
This is it.
The forest the villagers warned her about.
The urban legend, the tale of the beast—she never paid it any mind before. She outgrew that silly old tale, and it never made her shed another tear again. She wasn't scared of it anymore.
So, why was she feeling scared now?
Hinata couldn't tell if it was her instincts kicking in or the return of her childhood fears, but her body's peculiar reaction was unmistakable. She was trembling, shaken by the sight of the spooky forest that all of Konoha spoke about with such fear, now standing before her very eyes.
Tangible and real.
Shakily, through the strands of her midnight-blue hair, Hinata raised her head and surveyed the eerie forest.
Instantly, she realized the gravity of her situation.
There were no other trails to consider, no detours, no shortcuts, and no hidden pathways to divert her from the ominous woods. The trail she had followed led her directly to the heart of the very forest that was said to dwell a beast.
The forest stretched wide before her, its dense canopy casting shadows over the trail, which seemed to vanish into the darkness ahead.
Her heart began to race.
Once again, the villagers' warnings echoed in her mind, a constant murmur urging her to retreat, turn away, and think twice about going any farther. The echoes just wouldn't quit, persistently nagging at her consciousness, like a chorus of annoying voices that just wouldn't go away.
But, her father....
Hinata's mind drifted back to her beloved father, who she knew was eagerly awaiting her return home. She knew he longed more than anything to see her walk through the door with a smile, bringing the supplies she had traveled far and wide to acquire.
It was at that moment, the fearful echoes of the villagers' pleas faded away.
Hinata exhaled a long breath in an attempt to calm the rising tide of anxiety within her. She even bit her lip nervously, gripping the handle of her basket tighter.
'You can do this, Hinata. You can do this!' She thought, once more trying to motivate herself.
Hinata knew she had to be brave, to summon strength from within the depths of her being to go on—for her father's sake.
She must.
So, with newfound determination, she steadied herself, taking a few more deep breaths before she planted her eyes back onto the spooky forest before her.
She was ready.
And with that, she summoned the courage needed to finally step into the darkness that lay ahead.
To enter the forest.
The moment Hinata walked inside, a profound stillness descended around her like a heavy blanket, muffling even the slightest sound. The light that lingered behind her at the forest's entrance seemed to be instantly swallowed by the darkness within as she took a few more steps.
One step. Two steps.
The air seemed to shift, the pressure weighing her down and prickling at her skin like tangible dread.
Three steps. Four.
Above her, towering trees with branches covered in ancient moss loomed from all directions, their shadows stretching and swaying in the flickering light of her lantern.
The scent of damp pine grew stronger now, filling her nostrils with its earthy aroma, saturating the air all around her.
Hinata's footsteps slowed, becoming cautious, as if the ground itself conspired with the looming shadows to keep her alert. With each step, she felt as if the ground might open up beneath her feet and drag her under, never to be seen or heard from again.
The path stretched ahead beneath her, shrouded in darkness so deep that even her lantern struggled to penetrate it, casting only a faint halo around her that the darkness seemed eager to swallow up. It called her onward into its endless black depths, demanding a courage she hadn't known she had.
Her heart pounded fiercely against her ribcage, aching with each beat, a sensation that felt suffocating and very unfamiliar to her.
After all, panic, dread, and fear were never her friends, more like acquaintances she encountered every once in a blue moon in her otherwise normal life.
But now, she felt it all tenfold.
Hinata had always prided herself on her composure, but here, surrounded by looming trees and engulfed in an oppressive silence broken only by the occasional rustle, she was beginning to crack.
The longer Hinata lingered within the forest, the tales of the lurking beast seemed to materialize all around her, like a ghost slowly encroaching upon her senses. They echoed in her mind and in every rustle and shadow.
'Is it there?' She questioned in her mind as she heard a rustle of bushes to her left.
'Was that it?' She questioned once more, as she heard another rustle behind her.
Hinata shook her head, letting out a sigh.
She was being ridiculous.
Glancing up hesitantly, her lavender eyes fixed on the twisted, moss-covered branches overhead. They snaked together like thick vines, blocking out the moonlight.
She caught only glimpses of the sky, but even those revealed the truth: it was already night, which explains the darkness befalling the forest, swallowing it up whole.
She squinted, barely catching sight of the full moon above. Its ethereal glow attempted to pierce through the dense foliage but only succeeded in casting eerie shadows in the forest that only freaked her out even more.
Hinata tore her gaze from the sky, fixing her eyes solely on the path ahead. Remaining alert in her surroundings was wise; after all, it wasn't just a scary ole beast that might roam these woods—other ordinary animals could be lurking as well.
Predators.
She raised her lantern higher.
But that's when she began to notice something.
As she moved forward, the trail ahead became increasingly narrow, almost disappearing under the tangle of roots, dead leaves, and thick undergrowth. Hinata made sure to tread carefully, even stepping over the tangled obstacles, mindful to avoid tripping and risking a nasty fall.
That would be terrible.
She tightened her grip on her lantern and basket, drawing comfort from their warmth. But she struggled to steady her trembling breaths against the creeping unease that seemed to seep from the darkness itself.
Genuinely, Hinata was spooked.
Goosebumps prickled her skin, making it feel like a million bugs were crawling across her flesh, all stirred up by the soft murmurings of the night wind.
It just made her feel even more isolated, like an eerie reminder that she was completely alone here.
Hoot! Hoot!
Hinata shuddered, her senses rattled.
Maybe not completely alone.
She couldn't help but notice the distant hoot of an owl and the rustling of creatures in the bushes. She felt so silly thinking what she just did.
The silence felt thick, disrupted only by the eerie sounds of the night: crickets chirping, frogs ribbiting, and owls hooting in the distance.
Hinata strained her ears, half-expecting another unsettling noise to break the stillness. Her mind was buzzing, not at all helping her situation, with the villagers' warnings echoing louder in her mind, now than ever before.
Doubt flickered, like a wavering flame, her heart thudding like a drum.
But amidst it all, Hinata clung to the image of her father, frail and ill, relying on the supplies she carried.
So, she continued on.
She proceeded on the path forward, taking one step at a time.
'Just stay on the path, Hinata. That's all you have to do.' She reassured herself, glancing at the familiar stoned trail beneath her feet, or at least the bits of trail that her light graciously illuminated.
But no matter how close she huddled to her light, Hinata could not shake free from the unseen eyes watching her every move.
Her eyes darted between the trees, catching glimpses of elusive shadows that seemed to retreat as soon as they caught her gaze.
She clutched her lantern tighter.
Awooooo!
Abruptly, a distant howl of a wolf shattered the silence, disrupting Hinata's fragile calm. Startled, she leaped in fright, struggling to stifle her whimpers, but a few hushed squeaks escaped nonetheless.
The eerie cry echoed unnervingly close, as though it were just a few steps behind her, prompting her to instinctively whip her head in that direction.
Yet, all she saw was darkness, a vast expanse of black.
She aimed her lantern in that direction, only to see nothing, just more... trees.
Shivers ran down her spine, her sense of imminent danger heightening.
But she kept on.
'Just a few more steps, I'm sure. The forest can't be that big, right?' Hinata attempted to reassure herself as she pressed forward on the path again, cutting through the forest with the vision that the clear path home lay just a few steps away.
She wasn't sure how long or how far she had walked into the forest. Every tree looked identical, and the forest seemed to stretch on endlessly, making it impossible for her to identify the distance she had covered.
Branches creaked...
Leaves rustled...
But that's all there was— rustling.
No beast.
No monstrous entity lurking in the shadows.
Nothing.
'See, Hinata? The villagers were just overreacting. There's nothing to worry about.' She reassured herself yet again.
But just as she convinced herself that the villagers were simply letting their fears get the best of them and that there was no beast, she was startled by a chilling surprise that shook her to her very core.
A surprise that made her doubt everything.
All of a sudden, she caught a sound—a haunting, guttural noise.
And it spoke to her.
"I see you there, little one."
It was a voice, other than her own.
It was a deep, booming voice that shattered the silence, its words lingering like a sinister whisper long after spoken, chilling her to the bone.
In an instant, Hinata found herself completely still, every part of her body, from her nerves to her bones, locked in place. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. She couldn't even—
"I can smell you too."
The voice spoke again, slicing through her panicked and scattered thoughts. Any notion that what she just heard was merely her imagination or a trick of her mind vanished completely, leaving her with the chilling reality of her fear.
"You don't belong here."
The voice spoke once more.
" Tell me, what's a frail little thing like you doing here in my woods, huh?"
The voice exuded a creepy mix of menace and curiosity, and it spoke like it was coming from all around her, as if the very trees themselves whispered such ominous words.
Hinata's heart began to hammer faster, thudding against her chest as if trying to escape.
Every instinct screamed at her to run, to sprint back to the safety of Konoha village or if not that, find cover to escape the unseen menace that lurked in the shadows. But, her legs refused to respond, rooted to her spot, bound by an invisible force that held her captive.
She tightened her grip on her lantern and basket, seeking solace in their familiarity, but the chilling reality of her fear seemed to seep into her bones, draining her determination with each passing second.
It's the beast.
It's real and it can talk!
It's alive, and out there—Lurking.
Somewhere among the trees, it was hiding, waiting, and watching.
Probably done so all along.
It was the very beast that the people of Konoha feared, the one they had warned her about. It has finally revealed its presence. But it has done so in a way that brought upon a mass of terror upon her poor soul.
"Aw, what's the matter? Cat's got your tongue, little one?"
This time, amusement tinged the beast's voice, and Hinata caught it instantly. But her mouth remained clamped shut, her voice stolen by the fear that gripped her.
The creature seemed to take pleasure in her silence, its tone becoming increasingly mocking.
"You're a surprising one, coming here. I'm not sure if you're brave or just..."
A menacing chuckle was made.
"stupid." The beast finished, a taunting challenge that further tightened the knot of dread in Hinata's stomach.
The beast's words seemed to linger in the air, and Hinata found herself grappling with the urgency to respond, to defend her purpose for being there—right in the middle of the very domain it inhabited.
A whimper escaped Hinata's lips as she glanced anxiously around.
"I-I apologize for d-disturbing you." Her voice cracked hard. It was like all the saliva in her mouth dried up, leaving her throat scratchy and parched. But she continued, kami, she didn't know how she did.
"I-I'm merely delivering f-food and m-medicine to my f-father." She stammered, managing to maintain a fragile steadiness in her voice despite the trembling in her limbs.
"H-He's sick, and I m-must get to him as q-quickly as p-possible, please."
The forest seemed to hold its breath as she spoke, the ancient trees and whispering leaves hanging on to every word and gentle breath she uttered with eager attentiveness.
Her purpose for venturing into the forest had been announced.
Her soft voice had been revealed.
It was like a melodic lullaby—her voice. It echoed timidly, carrying a soft cadence that seemed to harmonize with the natural rhythms of the forest, soothing the very leaves around her.
Her ears caught a low chuckle, almost a growl, rumbling through the air, echoing ominously among the shadows.
The unseen beast truly found the sound of Hinata's voice rather... captivating.
It responded in turn.
"Your father, eh?"
Another menacing chuckle.
"Let me get this straight."
The beast paused, as if it was thinking, before its voice arose again.
"You've traveled all this way, wading through my territory, doing what many wouldn't dare, just to deliver supplies to your sick father?"
The beast's deep voice rumbled through the air like distant thunder, its tone laced with a genuine sense of confusion as it questioned her.
Hinata nodded shakily, as if the beast could see her response.
Her lavender eyes scanned her surroundings once more, her head whipping about, unable to pinpoint where the voice was. Sometimes it boomed from behind her, startlingly close; other times, it seemed to fade into the distance, only to return with an unsettling proximity. And it even seemed to whisper with an eerie clarity right beside her ear at times, sending shivers down her spine.
Hinata didn't know where the beast was; quite frankly, she didn't want to know. She didn't want to see it.
Once more, the trees rustled in a mysterious dance of leaves, stirred by an unseen breeze, prompting her eyes to shift rapidly, whimpering.
Soon after, the voice echoed through the silent forest once more.
"Mmm, what a devoted little thing you are. I must take a closer look."
Instantly, panic surged through Hinata the very moment those words left the beast's mouth.
It felt like a threat, triggering a primal urge in her to flee. Her mind raced with the urge to run, hide, do something, but her body couldn't keep pace with what her mind was screaming at it.
Panic.
That's all she felt.
She was overwhelmed by panic—relentless, heedless of reason or necessity—just raw, clawing panic, gnawing at her insides.
Panic gripped her fiercely, its tendrils wrapping around her mind and squeezing tight. Her heart raced like a drumbeat, each thud echoing in her ears. Every breath came in short, shallow gasps, her chest tightening with each inhale.
Hinata felt trapped in a suffocating embrace of fear, unable to think clearly as adrenaline rushed through her veins.
'Oh no. Oh no!' She repeated over and over in her head as she whipped her body around, trying to anticipate where the beast might reveal itself.
A hushed silence fell upon the forest, as though nature itself had fallen completely still.
Frozen in time.
No shuffles, no rustles, and no sign of life resonated through the entirety of the still forest, leaving Hinata wrapped in an eerie quiet that heightened her anxiety to the extremes.
She began to hyperventilate.
Hinata glanced around anxiously, scanning every direction—left, right, front, back, up, and down—hoping to catch a glimpse of the lurking creature before it leaped out at her, a preemptive move to spare herself a heart attack.
But the forest remained eerily quiet.
And there was no sign or sound of the beast anywhere.
Suddenly, a sensation washed over her, as if the very air had shifted—and in an instant, Hinata sensed a presence behind her, looming over her petite frame.
A warm breath gently brushed against her neck, causing every hair on her body to stand on end.
"Behind you."
The booming voice reverberated behind her once more, but this time, it was unmistakable.
It echoed directly into her left ear.
The realization struck her like a lightning bolt, causing Hinata's heart to race even faster, its beats resembling the fluttering wings of a hummingbird against her chest.
Ba Boom!
Ba Boom!
Ba Boom!
Hinata's body froze in place.
She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see or hear. Was she still alive? Was she still here?
She wasn't sure.
In moments of fear, they say the body responds with fight or flight, but Hinata was currently experiencing the lesser-acknowledged third option.
Freeze.
It was a primal reaction her body had never felt before, muscles locking rigidly, breath held tight, senses hyper-alert.
Hinata hesitated hard, finding it difficult to accept that the real beast—the one feared by the villagers, the one that had spoken to her moments ago in the night's shadows, the same one even she was afraid of as a child—was now standing right behind her.
No one had ever seen it.
No one even knows what it looks like.
Yet, now it stood behind her.
Hinata couldn't even begin to imagine what the beast looked like.
Her innocent mind couldn't conjure a clear image, only a chilling certainty that whatever stood behind her at this very moment would surely petrify her, plunging her into a pit of regret for even venturing into this forest.
But, she gotta.
She gotta turn around.
Slowly, with trepidation, and a shaky, desperate "I-don't-want-to-die" whimper, she turned, shedding the cold chains of fear that gripped her. It took all of Hinata's strength to turn her body completely around, stretching her neck to face the beast head-on.
But when she did...
What she saw instantly spurred her to fight against the darkness that threatened to cloud her vision and plunge her completely unconscious to the ground behind her.
She fought everything not to faint.
Instead, Hinata jolted back, away from the hulking figure of darkness, stumbling over her pump heels.
"O-Oh my kami. Oh k-k-kami!" She panicked with a scream, lips trembling, teeth chattering against one another. Her abrupt movement caused her lantern and basket to rattle in her clammy hands, nearly slipping from her grasp.
But that was the least of her worries.
There it stood, in the flesh.
The beast.
The big bad wolf.
It stood patiently and proudly, almost as if it beckoned her to behold its presence.
Silhouetted against the full moon's light, its form was tall and imposing, easily dwarfing her puny height. Its presence alone seemed to stretch long shadows that loomed ominously over the forest floor, over her.
Hinata's tear-filled eyes immediately snapped to the beast's eyes. They were terrifying, unlike anything she had ever seen before.
Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly red glow that pierced through the darkness, holding a mixture of curiosity and something far more sinister.
The beast's pupils, sharp as slits, sliced through its swirling crimson orbs, casting an eerie illumination that seemed to light up its surroundings like a flashlight, sending more shivers down Hinata's spine.
Her lavender eyes were quick to shoot down to its teeth next, the creature's lips pulled back in a Cheshire grin. Each tooth was sharpened to a razor-sharp point, she realized, capable of piercing straight through her flesh if it chose to—or worse, devouring her whole.
Its menacing teeth jutted out from its mouth, its grin both bloodcurdling and filled with hunger, yet tinged with a twisted sense of amusement.
The creature stood tall, draped in sleek, ash-gray fur, its sinuous, silver-gray tail twitching behind itself with an almost sentient awareness. Its alert ears, topped with the same shade, framed a head crowned with wild blonde hair.
Long, frightening claws extended from its massive fingers, catching the dim light of her lantern with an ominous glint, sharp just as its teeth.
The beast wore tattered remnants of an orange shirt that draped loosely over its muscular frame, unbuttoned and left open, revealing sinewy muscles beneath coarse fur. Below, black knee-high shorts clung to its lower body.
Hinata grimaced. She found it extremely unsettling to see the beast clothed.
She certainly wasn't expecting that.
But down below, Hinata saw that the beast was completely barefooted, its feet seemingly melding with the earth, as if becoming one with the land itself.
The forest, once lively and boisterous, now stood silent and submissive in the presence of this enigmatic creature. The spotlight was firmly on the beast, confirming its dominance over the entire forest.
The beast's appearance was now revealed, no longer a mystery, well, at least not to her.
Its big ears, big eyes, large hands, and terrifyingly large mouth were all utterly horrendous.
The beast seemed to bear a resemblance to a wolf, yet stood up on its hind legs and, strangely enough...
appeared human too.
A true nightmare.
A monstrous hybrid atrocity Hinata knew was capable of tearing her to shreds without hesitation.
She could see it in its fiery, feral eyes.
It was too much for Hinata's brain to process—too much for her heart to handle.
Hinata could do nothing but quiver in the face of the Legendary beast of Konoha, nearly on the brink of fainting.
She was now faced with something completely unfamiliar—something she had never witnessed in her entire life and surely hadn't known existed.
She was now beginning to regret not heeding the villagers' advice, wishing she had just stayed away.
She was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.
Hinata watched the creature intently, its head snapping side to side in quick movements as it sniffed the air, curious like a wolf detecting her scent.
Its red eyes glinted as it began to move closer to her quivering form, in an effort to fulfill its earlier promise—to take a closer look at her.
The beast began to circle Hinata, around and around, like the predator it was, assessing its prey.
Petrified in place, her body felt like a statue as the beast's crimson, slitted eyes trailed her, its mouth salivating as if she were nothing more than a piece of meat dangling before it.
She closed her eyes, shuddering.
It was right there. So close. So—
"Hello there." The beast rumbled close to her left ear, making her jump, her eyes snapping back open. It tilted its head, a curious gesture as it studied Hinata's reaction—studied her.
Its crimson eyes followed each strand of midnight blue hair that cascaded over her head and down her back. Around, the beast walked, its gaze raised, scrutinizing every detail of her.
It snapped up to her pupil-less lavender eyes.
It smirked at what it saw there.
So much fear.
So much innocence.
Her delicate hands, which the beast saw was gripping a basket of supplies and a lantern that cast flickering light, managed to reveal the whisker marks on its cheeks.
The beast noted the contours of her petite body beneath her cute attire—the rise and fall of her chest, the trembling legs that bore the weight of her anxiety.
Every subtlety, every tremor, every part of her, did not escape the beast's attentive gaze.
No, it craved it all, eager to know more about the very human who had ventured willingly into its territory.
Taking a wide stride behind her, its eyes fixed on her adorable red hood, and it even boldly reached out to tug at it, the fabric crinkling within its massive clawed fingers.
Hinata's heart raced as she whimpered, her body trembling with fear.
"Pl-Please—" She pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Why, aren't you a cute little thing." It rumbled, its deep voice resonating through the still night air. It leaned in, taking a deep sniff as it circled her once more, its hot breath brushing against her neck.
"Mmm, smells nice too. Real nice," It hissed, the sound strangely mixing with a low growl. Hinata couldn't decipher if the emotion in its voice stemmed from anger or... something else.
But that noise the beast just made sounded so weird and it certainly made her feel weird.
Hinata squirmed.
Now that it spoke so close, the beast's voice sounded undeniably masculine, but just with a tone much deeper.
Was it male? Did it even identify with such distinctions? Would it make the creature angry if she referred to it as such?
Hinata's mind raced with questions, her senses completely overwhelmed. But one thing was certain: identifying the beast as a male, something a bit more human, made the creature less frightening for her.
Only a tiny bit, though.
Because each time the male creature circled her, he seemed to only heighten her anxiety, intensifying her fear of the unknown—what he might do, what he was thinking.
Whenever he circled back in front of her, she relaxed slightly, only to tense up again when he disappeared behind her.
Hinata attempted to lift her head to sneak peeks at him, trying to keep an eye on his position, but being the klutz she was, she always seemed to do so at the wrong moments. Each time she stole a glance, her teary eyes would just unintentionally meet the beast's monstrous gaze head-on, startling her into a yelp before quickly snapping her eyes away.
The male creature took a step in front of her, his crimson eyes locking onto Hinata's delicate face and teary eyes. His lips curled into a dark smirk, revealing his razor-sharp canines once again.
Being up close to his prey now provided a satisfaction far beyond what he had felt observing her from a distance.
He purred, deeply pleased by what he saw.
"Tell me, what's your name?" The beast's voice was both demanding and curious, "Isn't that what humans go by to identify one from the other?"
The blonde beast tilted his head, "Names?" He emphasized.
Hinata nodded shakily, struggling to muster the courage to speak.
"H-H-Hinata," She stuttered.
"My name is H-Hinata Hyūga." She repeated, in a clearer tone but the croak in her voice was undeniable. She was scared, utterly terrified, and the beast knew.
His dark smirk returned once more.
The beast walked behind her once again, but this time, Hinata felt something bushy, and soft rub along her left leg, brushing up against the fabric of her stockings. His tail.
She shuddered, the shake of her legs intensifying.
"Mmm, Hinata." He purred, savoring her name with a richness that rolled off his tongue like the aftertaste of a satisfying meal.
"I absolutely adore it."
The beast let out another purr, circling her body one last time before settling in front of her.
But that's not all he did.
He bent his massive frame down, stooping to her level as if she were a mere child. Now, Hinata found herself in a staring contest with the creature, her teary lavender eyes meeting his gaze head-on. His eyes, like pools of lava, now bore into her soul, illuminated by her dim lantern light that steadily reflected off his whiskered face.
"I can sense from your trembling that you know who I am, Hinata," The creature's voice emerged again, masculine as can be. Close as he was, his breath brushed over her face, a mixture of damp earth and a metallic tang like blood. It was more than Hinata could bear, her eyes fluttering closed, soft whimpers escaping her trembling lips.
"The b-beast," Hinata whispered, barely audible.
"Not my name."
"B-But no one knows y-y-your name. I didn't even know you had a name. And now I... I mean—" Her frantic words faltered as the beast interrupted her.
He reached out and grabbed her by the chin in a sudden, firm grip, his claws digging into her flesh. Hinata whimpered at the roughness of his touch, her entire body tensing in response to the creature's grasp.
"Curious about my name, are we, little one?" The beast purred, tilting his head slightly.
Hinata gasped, her breath catching in her throat. She shook her head, but her lips betrayed her.
"Y-Yes, I-I meant no-"
"I may consider it." He hummed, his voice resonating through the trees, carried by the night wind.
"C-C-Consider what-?"
"Why, telling you my name, of course." The beast appeared amused by her stuttering, oddly finding it cute. He went out and surprised her yet again by brushing his thumb across her chin, a gesture that felt uncomfortably intimate, causing Hinata to flinch away. But she couldn't escape the beast's hold; he simply tightened his grip.
"And you're right. No soul in Konoha knows this secret—my name." The beast acknowledged with a dark chuckle.
"So you should feel special, Hinata."
She didn't.
The rapid pace of her heart, the overwhelming dread she felt, and the surreal encounter with a creature she never knew existed prevented any sense of specialness from sinking in.
Hinata found it all rather strange, in fact.
Why would the beast even consider revealing such a secret—his name? It's what made him mysterious because no one knew it. It's what made the tales so scary because they always emphasized how little anyone knew about the creature lurking in Konoha forest.
So, why spill such a secret now, and to her of all people? It just didn't make sense.
None of this made sense at all.
The beast purred with satisfaction at the terror etched on Hinata's face, a dark amusement flickering in his eyes before he released a low chuckle.
Hinata winced slightly as he suddenly released her chin. She wanted to rub her jaw to help relax it, but seeing that her hands were occupied she merely settled with moving her jaw about to ease the ache his tight grip caused.
She watched as the beast took a step back, stretching his massive arms far from his body. His tattered orange shirt fluttered in the cool night breeze, his sinewy muscles flexing beneath his coarse fur. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting an eerie spotlight directly on him.
He smirked darkly, "I am Naruto—Naruto Uzumaki." He announced proudly, his red-slitted eyes gleaming brighter as he revealed his secret, his true name.
"I am the guardian of these woods, the one they call the Big Bad Wolf."
He dropped his arms to tilt his head, his blonde bangs casting a shadow across his animalistic features, "I am the embodiment of darkness, the essence of the night. I am everything you fear, the force that sets that frail little heart of yours a fright," He added with a growl, his words carrying a chilling undertone that Hinata had only heard in nursery rhymes and scary bedtime stories.
But she knew...
This was no fairy tale.
"N-N-Naruto," Hinata shakily whispered the beast's name, finally obtaining the secret that had eluded all of Konoha for so long. Now, she had the secret. She knew the legendary beast of Konoha's name.
She knew it.
But for some reason, she didn't feel happy about it. The dread only grew as if her body knew something that she didn't.
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted as Naruto sucked in a breath, tilting his head back and emitting a strange, almost intimate sound in response to her uttering his name. It was unsettling how much he seemed to relish it.
Before she could fully grasp his reaction, Naruto was back in her personal space, shattering the fragile distance between them once more.
"Yes." He hissed, "Now you know my true name, and now, you shall say it."
"Why... why are you telling me this, N-Naruto?" Hinata managed to whisper, desperate to understand the motive behind his revelation.
Naruto's smirk widened, giving her a good but unwanted view of his sharp canines.
"Why?" He repeated, his tone low and almost playful despite the menace in his eyes, "Because you've intrigued me, that's why." He simply responded, but that just did not sit well with Hinata. She sensed there had to be something more, a hidden agenda or a catch.
Hinata swallowed hard, dread tightening yet another knot within her, "What... what do you want from me?"
"I want you to begin by explaining a few things to me, my dear," Naruto continued, humming softly, "Such as why have you come? What truly brought you here, hm?" He questioned her yet again, almost as if he didn't believe the response she gave him the first time.
He even leaned in closer, as if suspicious, his breath lingering uncomfortably close to her face.
Hinata gulped, "My f-father, he's—"
"Sick, yes, I know," He interrupted, almost impatiently, even giving a nonchalant shrug.
"I mean what brought you here, to my forest? There were other ways to get to him, yes?" Naruto hummed with a tilt of his head.
"Why risk your life, huh?"
"My f-father.." Hinata swallowed the lump in her throat, fighting back tears that threatened to spill over, "h-he's dying, and I w-went off to fetch supplies to s-save him." She sucked in a breath.
"Taking this f-forest would ensure that I get to him by n-nightfall, instead of the next day. It was quicker, so please, I really n-need to get to him. If something were to happen, I-I'll..." Hinata sniffed, "never forgive myself."
"Hmm." Naruto leaned back slightly, his crimson eyes narrowing as he considered Hinata's words, studying her face. His large, clawed hands tapped thoughtfully against his thighs before he spoke again, his voice now a bit condescending—soft, yet mocking.
"Oh, my dear, what a tragic tale you weave. A noble endeavor, aiding your ill father, is it not? But," The blonde beast hummed, "I must warn you, this forest does not take kindly to trespassers."
He clicked his tongue, a sound that echoed through the stillness. It was a sharp, rhythmic sound that mimicked Hinata's own stammering.
"I do not take kindly to trespassers," Naruto emphasized.
It was those words that managed to escalate the beat of Hinata's heart, if that was even possible at this point. She found her eyes darting around the forest, searching for any sign of escape, but the beast's gaze held her in place.
Hinata pouted, shaking her head, "Please," She pleaded, "I promise, I-I won't return. Just let me go back to my father."
"No." Naruto growled, with a shake of his own head, "You've made a grave mistake venturing into my woods," He remarked, standing up tall again, a predatory glint in his eyes.
"Now, I find myself wishing for more of your company; to stay and keep me entertained."
Hinata's eyes widened in shock, fear etching her small features.
She took an instinctive step back, only to witness the beast leaning in, sniffing the air around her yet again.
"Oh Hinata darling, I can't get over how delightful you smell. Your scent-" Naruto cut himself off, licking his lips with a long, slimy tongue.
Hinata gasped.
"Usually, it's the villagers in Konoha who offer me entertainment—a human offering every now and again to satisfy my desires," He disclosed almost nonchalantly, with a malevolent grin, "but there's something about you, my dear, that captivates me so much more."
Hinata hesitated, her heart sinking into the pit of her stomach.
'Wait, did he just say...' Her thoughts began to race once more.
Her eyes shot wide in an instant, unable to believe her ears, "A-A human offering? K-Konoha? Wh-What are you talking about?"
Naruto chuckled, a low and menacing sound, "Oh, you don't know? How naive." The blonde creature scoffed, stepping closer, causing Hinata to subconsciously take a step back.
"I suppose it's understandable, considering you no longer dwell in the village." The creature commented, nodding in the direction of the darkened night behind her, his tousled blonde bangs swaying gently.
"Just a stone's throw away from Konoha."
Hinata felt her entire world freeze, her heart pounding so intensely that each beat seemed to echo in the silence around her, and into the beast's ears. The realization of the words he just said struck her with a weight that made her limbs feel heavy, the veil of darkness creeping over her senses yet again.
Her poor heart couldn't handle this.
"H-How do you know that?" Hinata screeched, "How do you know where I live-?"
"You ask a lot of questions, little one." Naruto chortled, "Such a curious little thing." He purred.
"You know what is said about curiosity, don't you?"
Hinata whimpered, pouting.
The beast's breath hitched, clearly taken by her pout.
She watched as his lips suddenly curled into a darker, more sinister smile, creeping her out even further. The sight of her vulnerability seemed to delight him even more.
"Tsk. Fine, if you're so eager to know," He tsked, his tone shifting to one of mocking indulgence yet again. He seemed to relish mocking her, which made him even scarier to Hinata.
Hinata felt like a little mouse cornered by the cat. She was completely at the beast's mercy, unable to do anything but bow her head and just take his relentless mocking.
Naruto moved his massive, hairy arms, crossing them over his chest, "I possess knowledge beyond your wildest imagination, little one," He said, emphasizing "little one" more this time, "I see everything, I hear everything, and I know everything." He declared, watching with satisfaction as his prey froze in place, stunned beyond belief.
"There's nothing you can hide from me," He continued, his voice dripping with confidence, "I am always watching, always listening. Your secrets, your fears—I know them all." He purred like a true monster, speaking words that she imagined a creature living under one's bed would say.
Poor Hinata shuddered, goosebumps crawling up her skin.
The beast grinned, "I have borne witness to the cycle of these very trees, their birth, growth, and eventual demise, repeated countless times. I have witnessed an abundance of full moons beyond reckoning, and I have listened closely to the murmurs of secrets hidden deep within the earth." The beast continued, his voice deep and ominous, his words sounding more like a riddle than anything else.
Hinata could barely keep up. It was all so overwhelming.
"And Konoha?" Naruto seemed to laugh at the mere mention of the village, "I know everyone who resides in that sad, pathetic place, and even, those who have moved away." He acknowledged with a glint in his red eyes. His narrowed gaze bore into her, lingering uncomfortably, making her heart skip a beat.
Hinata understood what he was hinting at, what that look meant.
He was talking about her.
She whimpered, a part of her wanting to burst into tears from the sheer terror she felt.
"Of course," The blonde beast continued again, "I am well acquainted with Konoha's secrets as well, the darkness that lurks not only within this forest but also deep within the village's roots."
There was a moment of silence as he locked eyes with Hinata. And what he saw sparkled there, amused him further.
Apprehension but intrigue too.
A sly grin spread across Naruto's face, "You hunger for these secrets, don't you, little one? The deep, dark secrets of Konoha? The truths that the villagers have kept from you for so long, hmm?"
He snickered, "Ah, ah ahh. Be careful what you wish for, Hinata." The creature's voice adopted a seductive, mischievous lilt, enticing Hinata's curiosity with his tantalizing words.
Hinata stood gaping, her mouth opening and closing in contemplation, her mind struggling to process what she had just heard.
For so long, she had believed Konoha was a haven of goodness, a sanctuary where kind-hearted people lived, their lives dedicated to spreading benevolence and compassion to the world.
Just like her.
But now, the thought that her idealized perception of the village she once called home might be flawed, that darkness actually lurks beneath Konoha's bright and jolly façade, left her feeling deeply unsettled.
'Offerings.' The word echoed over and over in her mind.
Hinata hesitated, torn between the desire for the truth and the fear of confronting something truly evil.
The decision weighed heavily on her.
Hinata knew she had to think this through carefully.
Because she knew that once she heard the truth, there would be no going back. She'd be stuck with that knowledge forever, and everything she thought she knew could potentially be revealed as a complete and utter lie.
'What should I do? What should I do?' Hinata thought repeatedly, panic surging through her mind yet again.
The level of panic she had experienced in these past few minutes must have been the most intense she had ever experienced in her entire life. Her hands began to tremble, and a cold sweat formed on her brow as uncertainty and fear nearly paralyzed her.
She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what was best to do. She didn't know—
But before she could make a decision, a dark chuckle broke her concentration.
Naruto, sensing her indecision, interrupted her thoughts, "Can't decide, can you?" He teased, his voice carrying a sly undertone.
"Don't fret, little one. For I will make the decision for you. After all, I believe in full transparency, Hinata," The creature said, pouting slightly as he nodded, "You deserve to know the truth about Konoha, and I want to ensure you're not kept in the dark any longer."
Hinata's delicate features creased at the beast's words. It was weird, what he just said. She couldn't hide the conflicted emotions that played across her face, uncertainty clouding her lavender eyes.
He was a strange one—the big bad wolf.
Hinata couldn't help but wonder why the beast cared so much about telling her the truth, why he seemed so invested in her knowing the dark secrets about Konoha.
It struck her as odd, creepy even, the way he stared at her, the way he said her name, and spoke to her with such conviction. Hinata wanted to know the truth, but at the same time, she didn't.
But, it seemed like the beast wasn't giving her much of a choice now.
The midnight blue-haired woman gripped her basket tighter, trying to be brave, "Why do you care so much about me kn-knowing the truth? Why d-does it matter so much to you?" She sharply remarked.
Hinata whimpered again as she witnessed the creature's eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and something almost sinister in response to her defiance, more of her voice revealed.
Naurot purred, his presence looming over her like a shadow, "Because by knowing the truth, you become a part of it, and in turn, a part of me."
Hinata's skin prickled with unease as he spoke, his words wrapping around her like a chilling breeze. She tried to steady her breathing, but the intensity of his gaze made it difficult.
"But why me? Why do you want me to know?"
Once again, that same sinister glint appeared in his eyes, hinting at something she couldn't quite understand.
The blonde beast tilted his head, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, "Because I sense that you are different, Hinata. You have a strength within you that most don't see. I want to see how that strength holds up when faced with the truth about the home you once lived. Will it break you, or will it make you stronger?"
Hinata trembled, her thoughts spinning. His words echoed in her mind, blending with her own fears and doubts. She couldn't understand the creature's obsession with her, his insistence on toying with her.
He spoke so weirdly, she couldn't wrap her head around any of it. She couldn't quite figure him out.
She didn't ask for any of this. She just wanted to go home.
The midnight blue-haired woman took a deep breath, trying to find her voice, "I don't want to be a part of your games. I just want to understand." She snapped back, defiant.
The beast chuckled softly.
"Very well then." He announced, before raising his hands wide.
"I will reveal the truth about Konoha, the one concealed behind all those pretty lies and jolly facades."
His eyes darkened, "I will tell you everything."
The dark smirk that spread across the beast's face at that moment was the scariest thing she had ever witnessed, making her wish she could back out.
But it was too late. Far too late.
"Indeed, the inhabitants of Konoha bear a dark secret, my dear." Naruto began, his smirk growing creepier by the second. He started to circle her again, a tactic she knew was meant to toy with her further, his tail swishing wildly behind him the whole while.
"They present themselves as good people, but beneath the surface, they are monsters, no different than me." He growled deep in her ears, pressing one hand against his chest.
Hinata flinched, her head turning to keep track of him.
"You see, Konoha and I have existed alongside each other for countless ages. But truth be told, we've never truly lived in 'harmony' together." He shook his head, his blonde bangs swaying.
"For many centuries, I have harbored a deep hatred for Konoha, and even now, that hatred still burns within me. Konoha has despised me in return, with a loathing that matches my own." Naruto explained further, but what he said already had Hinata's eyes widening.
'Ages? Centuries?' She practically screamed in her head, horrified by the age of the beast. Just how old was he? Where did he come from? Why coexist with a village he clearly despises? Why not go elsewhere?
It was far too much to try to understand at once.
Many questions began to pop up in her head already, but Hinata knew better than to interrupt and ask them now. She settled on listening, clutching her lantern and basket for support.
"Those annoying little pests were terrified of my existence and tried everything to please me, to control me," The blonde beast sneered, his deep voice dripping with contempt.
"At first, they tried all sorts of pointless things—offerings, rituals, prayers—none of which ever pleased me." He shrugged, kicking up dirt as he circled her, "They tried to bribe me, negotiate with me, trap me, and even kill me, but it was all in vain. My anger only grew, and the more it grew, the more frightened Konoha became. Eventually, their fear grew so great that it drove them to far darker measures."
"Wh-What measures?" Hinata whimpered, her words faltering.
She watched as the beast stepped in front of her. He grinned, baring his sharp, menacing teeth.
"Human sacrifices," Naruto said with a dark chuckle, relishing in the way Hinata's breath hitched and her heartbeat escalated faster, louder.
He snickered, "In their desperation to protect their precious village and keep me at bay, the people of Konoha chose to buy my mercy with blood. It was an irresistible deal, one I simply couldn't refuse." His eyes glowed with sinister satisfaction, relishing in her horror.
"It soon evolved into a tradition." He declared, resuming his pace around her again.
"On every full moon night, Konoha's inhabitants partake in a ceremony, a gathering where they select one unfortunate human to be sacrificed," Naruto explained with a wide grin, seemingly deriving pleasure from his words.
Hinata, on the other hand, became increasingly horrified with every word the beast uttered.
She shook her head frantically, her mouth hanging open in utter disbelief, "N-No, it can't be-"
"Oh, indeed it can," The beast replied with a snicker, "The villagers choose one of their own to sentence to death. Family, friend, foe, it matters not. They force the chosen offering to venture into this very forest, and they become mine. My meal, my plaything—whatever I desire them to be."
"No! You have to be lying! You have to!" Hinata cried out, each word he uttered seemingly piercing her like a dagger. She couldn't bring herself to believe it.
Naruto cocked his head as he circled in front of her, his crimson eyes brightening, "You wish that were the case—that I was lying, don't you? But I speak the truth, unlike the people of the precious village you seem to hold so dear," He spat, emphasizing "precious" with a tone of deep disgust.
Hinata gulped nervously, her lavender eyes darting back and forth, following the beast's prowling movements as he steadily circled her.
Each time Naruto spoke, his voice seemed to echo directly in her ear, enveloping her like a haunting whisper that toyed with her senses, tormenting her psyche. It was as if he aimed to get under her skin, slowly but surely driving her to the brink of madness.
"You know, I hear the rumors they spread about me, the lies they tell, the stories they make up. And I know you're aware of them too." Naruto growled in frustration, clearly bothered.
"But now, you see, I'm not the only monster in this twisted tale that Konoha wants you to believe. They, too, are monsters, all in the name of protecting their home and preserving their precious livelihood."
"No, oh kami!" Hinata shakily exclaimed, her voice trembling as the waterworks began to surface.
Tears started to stream down her face uncontrollably, each drop a mirror of the shock and sorrow swelling within her, reflecting the words she struggled to voice in order to express what she felt. Her body shook and her chest tightened, making it hard to breathe.
The truth was out.
The truth had now been unveiled, and it hit her like a physical blow to the chest. It felt as though her entire world was collapsing around her, as if the ground had been ripped out from under her.
The place Hinata once called home, Konoha—the village where she had grown up, raised by her beloved parents, a place she had always thought was full of peace and happiness—was far darker than she had ever imagined.
She had never known, never even...
Hinata was left speechless, her mouth agape, her heart torn.
'All those innocent people, they're—' Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt as more tears flowed down her cheeks, the beast's words echoing like a relentless mantra in her mind.
It was all part of the tale—the bit about the disappearance of loved ones. It was true after all, but not in the way the tale had portrayed.
Those people didn't just disappear. They were sacrificed.
Konoha gave them up. And the beast ate them.
Hinata felt like vomiting. She felt like fainting.
This was just too much.
Naruto stood back, watching intently as Hinata tried to grapple with what he had just revealed to her. Each tear she shed reflected the collapse of everything she held dear, and the sight invigorated him.
Her fear, her sorrow—delicious.
He let out a menacing chuckle, stopping his pacing to step back in front of her, "Mmm, yes, little one. It's unfortunate you must hear it this way, but it's the truth. And now, you've stumbled right into the heart of it all."
Hinata's world froze once more, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach. She felt a wave of nausea as the weight of his words settled in.
Instinctively, she began to move away from the beast, stumbling backward, "N-No. Stay away!" She stammered, her voice trembling with fear.
But she couldn't get far.
Naruto, quicker than her eyes could track, suddenly vanished, a whoosh accompanying his fast movement.
Hinata only realized where he went when she felt his clawed hands shoot out and firmly grab hold of her shoulders, causing her to jump in fright.
He was behind her again.
His hold was vice-like, his claws digging through her clothing to prick the skin underneath.
The beast's touch sent a ghastly chill through Hinata's body, each clawed finger leaving a cold, spectral sensation in its wake, like icy tendrils creeping across her skin, raising even more goosebumps.
She was now trapped in his hold, so close to him now. And now here, she could feel the raw power emanating from him, making her feel small and helpless in his grasp.
Hinata began to hyperventilate. Again.
The beast loomed over her, his tall frame casting a dark shadow over the trembling midnight-blue-haired woman, "You see, little one," He whispered in her ear, his hot breath tickling her skin, "Those offerings, they do naught but disappoint me now." His voice echoed with a deep-seated resentment that she could actually feel now, rumbling from his chest and seeping into her body.
Hinata whimpered when the beast tightened his grasp on her.
"Such offerings are tainted. No, Konoha is tainted. What I desire now is something far more pure."
Suddenly, the beast moved his head down to bury his nose deep within her hair, startling her.
"D-Don't!" Hinata screeched.
The beast shushed her.
He took a deep sniff of her hair, catching the scent of vanilla, a fragrance that reminded him of gingerbread cookies, milk, and sugar—all things nice.
He growled in delight.
The delectable aroma enticed the wolf, prompting him to trail his nose down to her neck, eager to indulge in more of her enticing scent.
Hinata's lips trembled, her body recoiling, "Please, pl-please."
"You, with your purity and innocence, will be the perfect offering," Naruto whispered against her neck.
"I've decided that you, with your delicious scent and your..." He paused as he released her right shoulder briefly, lowering his clawed hand to grab hold of her red hood. He gave it another playful yank, "little red hood, will become my new plaything," The blonde beast growled low, his voice seeping deep into her ear.
"Don't worry, I'll play nice with you. Real nice."
Despite Naruto's supposed reassurance, Hinata found no comfort in his words; she sensed the beast's deceit. Her mind raced, heart pounding, as she realized she was unwittingly caught in the village's desperate bargain with the creature.
She has fallen right into the beast's hands.
She has become the next sacrifice.
More tears began to fall down her cheeks, "N-No, please. This can't be h-happening." She sobbed, shaking her head wildly.
The big bad wolf moved closer to her ear behind her, a pout forming on his lips, "Aww don't cry. How about we play a little game, hm, little one?" Naruto proposed, his words laced with menacing playfulness.
"Wh-What? A g-game?" Hinata blurted out, confused.
A sudden whoosh of wind cut through the air, causing Hinata to whip her head around, scanning behind her.
"Yoohoo, over here."
Hinata snapped her head forward to find the blonde wolf once again in front of her.
Naruto smirked darkly, his whiskered cheeks rising, "Yes, a game of hide and seek." He emphasized with a laugh.
"The rules are simple: You hide, I seek." He began excitedly, "If you manage to evade my grasp long enough, I'll grant you personal passage to your father. However, if I catch you..." He clicked his tongue, "well, there will be a different kind of price to pay."
"What kind of price?" Hinata took a risk, daring to ask the beast the question she dreaded the most. But she needed to know. If she was going to play his twisted game and have even the slightest chance of victory, of escaping this hellish nightmare, she needed to understand what awaited her if she failed.
She just had to know.
Hinata watched as the beast's red eyes grew even darker at her question, clearly not a good sign. It made her stomach twist into knots.
Pulling up one clawed hand, the beast gripped the air tightly, his voice growling out, "Your innocence." Naruto declared with a chilling certainty.
"Your virginity will be the price you'll pay."
As soon as those dreadful words spilled from his lips, Hinata's mouth fell wide open, her entire body freezing in shock.
'What!' Her mind raced in panic. The brutal consequence of his twisted 'game' struck her with utter horror. The realization sunk in like a heavy stone.
'Did he actually just... say that?' Hinata thought it was just another one of the beast's tricks, that he was simply toying with her and nothing more. But when she looked up and saw the menacing look still etched on his face, she realized just how serious he was.
It nearly gave her a heart attack.
He was becoming more monstrous by the moment.
Every time she thought he couldn't get any worse, it seemed he would just go and prove her wrong, every single time. It was one thing the villagers had been right about—Naruto was indeed a monster, one devoid of any humanity or remorse whatsoever.
Tears welled up in her eyes again, threatening to spill over.
'Out of everything, why would he want that? Why her virginity?' Hinata couldn't wrap her head around it.
Indeed, Hinata was a virgin, specifically for nineteen years. She had managed to maintain her purity all this time, avoiding any 'romantic entanglements.' She had preserved herself, hoping to find her soulmate someday. And only then would she give herself completely after marriage—the traditional way, as her parents had always taught her.
But now, faced with the threat to her virginity, Hinata worried that she might not get what she wanted. She feared she could lose the cherished purity she had held dear all this time, taken by a beast no less—an inhuman, grotesque, monstrous creature, rather than by a human, a lover, like she had imagined.
All because of her disobedience.
She couldn't believe this was happening.
Hinata desperately hoped this was all a dream. She wished so badly that she would just wake up any moment now in her bed at home, safe and warm under her blankets.
But her wish went unanswered.
She remained here, before the beast.
A moan escaped Naruto as he stretched his arms wide, taking a big whiff of the air around him.
"Ah, yes. I knew right away you were a virgin; your innocence enriches your scent, after all. Not hard to notice." He said, dropping his hands.
He tilted his head ominously, "I want it." He growled.
Hinata's eyes widened in terror at his persistence. She shook her head, pleading, "N-No, I-I beg of you, please. You can't have that, anything but that." Her lips trembled, as she pleaded.
"I-I-I just want to go back to my father. Let me go, and I won't tell anyone about this. I-I won't trouble you any longer, I-I swear," She pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. Her words tumbled out in a rush, hoping against hope for some sign of mercy from the beast before her.
But only cold, dead eyes stared back at her.
It was no use.
But she still tried.
Hinata sobbed, her shoulders shaking with each painful breath, "I-I no longer live in Konoha. I have nothing to do with that village anymore so you mustn't punish me—"
"Oh, my dear, you are more connected to that village far more than you know," Naruto interrupted, his deep-seated animosity toward the village and its inhabitants manifesting once more, "It's part of who you are, and you can't escape it. Konoha runs through your veins, just as it does mine."
"N-No-" Hinata whispered, her voice trembling.
"And you won't escape from here either." The beast snarled, his presence looming closer, "You're in my territory now, and if you wish to pass through it, to see your father again, you will abide by my rules."
"I don't want to play this game. I-I don't-!"
A chilling smirk spread across Naruto's face.
He clicked his tongue, "You really should've listened to the villagers' warnings, Hinata." He taunted once more, making it clear that he had heard that too.
Yes, she should have listened.
Hinata whimpered at that realization, tears flowing once more, tracing down her cheeks and chin, dripping onto her basket and lantern.
"Now, if you're so eager to see your father, you'll play."
It was at that moment, Hinata felt the weight of a one-sided decision pressing upon her. It was then, standing there, that the reality of the situation sunk in—she was forced into a game she had no chance of winning.
The game was rigged.
Naruto was not only faster and stronger than her but also possessed heightened senses and an intimate knowledge of the forest, giving him a clear advantage.
And he knew that.
There was no way she could outsmart him or find a hiding spot good enough to escape his grasp, not even for a moment.
It was a lose-lose situation.
A cruel game.
But Hinata knew she had no choice but to play. Not only so, she was keenly aware that losing would come at a great cost, as the wolf would take something precious, something uniquely hers—her virginity.
She can't let that happen.
She had no choice.
She must play. She must win.
Hinata drew a trembling breath, her determination bolstered as thoughts of her ailing father flooded her mind once again, providing her with the strength and motivation she needed.
'I will do this for you, father,' She silently vowed. For him, she would face the daunting challenge set by the big bad wolf, even if the odds were stacked against her.
She would defy the odds, she would survive, to return to her father, to save him.
With reluctance, Hinata nodded, accepting the terms of Naruto's twisted game, "F-Fine." She whispered, her eyes revealing a newfound courage.
"I'll play your game."
Instantly, Naruto responded with a low, satisfied moan to her answer, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction, his lips stretched into an unsettlingly wide grin. It was the happiest she had seen the beast thus far, and that alone unsettled her deeply.
He moved closer, his large hand suddenly capturing a loose strand of her hair that had fallen across her face. Hinata jumped in surprise at his sudden touch again. It seemed he couldn't keep her hands off of her.
His smirk widened as he tucked the strand behind her ear, his touch surprisingly gentle yet unsettlingly possessive.
"Good girl," He purred, his hand gliding down her cheek to trace her chin and jawline, his gaze never leaving hers.
Hinata shuddered at his touch and the strange pet name he called her.
"Due to your compliance, I'll give you a head start," Naruto declared, removing his hand from her and stepping back. In an instant, he disappeared, only to reappear behind her again, cutting off the rest of the path.
Hinata quickly whipped her body around, her red hood fluttering in the wind as she met his gaze, which burned with a hunger that mirrored a predator mere moments from pouncing on its prey.
"The game ends at sunrise," Naruto growled, emphasizing the time limit, the intensity of his gaze making it clear that there was no room for negotiation.
"I would wish you the best of luck but..." Naruto shrugged, "I'm not even sure luck can save you now."
Hinata's eyes widened as she witnessed, right then and there, the sudden transformation of Naruto's expression, unveiling the true nature of the beast he was.
His features contorted, eyes widened, body stiffened, and his clawed fingers twitched by his side—a frightening transformation that was undeniably otherworldly, a sight that threatened to petrify her.
It terrified Hinata to the extremes.
Naruto's eyes locked on her with a predatory intensity, his voice dropping an octave.
"Run, run, little girl. Run as fast as you can."
And she did.
Hinata wasted no time.
With her heart pounding in her chest, she spun on her heels and bolted deeper into the forest, her feet kicking up leaves and twigs in her wake. The chilling command from Naruto echoed in her ears, urging her to run faster, to get away.
But in her frantic haste, the lantern she had clutched all this time slipped from her grasp and tumbled to the forest floor. Its light flickered once, then died, casting the path behind her into complete and utter darkness.
But, she didn't care.
Hinata clutched the basket of supplies for her father with all her might, running further and further into the forest, guided only by the dim glow of the full moon filtering through the canopy.
She dared not look back, consumed only by the pressing need to get as far away from Naruto as humanly possible, to play his game and find a place to hide.
But suddenly, from a distance, she heard the eerie howl of a wolf echoing through the trees around her—a chilling sound that meant one thing and one thing only...
The game has begun.
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The Girl In Red
Why did I come here?
Gasping for breath, Hinata sprinted as fast as her aching legs would carry her. She had no idea where she was going or where she could hide.
She just ran.
Twisted branches lashed at her face, and snagged her hair, clothes, and billowing red cloak, but she didn't stop.
The forest now felt much different than before—sinister even.
Hinata had lost all track of time.
She didn't know how far into the night it was or how close it was to sunrise, as everything around her was cloaked in darkness. The trees seemed to close in tight, their silhouettes merging into a dense, suffocating wall that pressed in on her from all sides, like an ever-tightening cage.
With every second and every step, Hinata strayed further and further away from the path she had promised herself she'd follow, instead, plunging deeper into the forest. The shadows grew thicker, and the eerie sounds of rustling leaves, distant animal calls, and insects echoed in her ears alongside the rapid beating of her heart.
Nonstop, her heart pounded against her ribcage, adrenaline coursing through her veins at full throttle. With how fast and erratic her heartbeat was, Hinata genuinely feared her heart might burst at any moment now.
But that fear was insignificant compared to what consumed her now.
Her mind was fixated on one single, desperate thought and nothing else...
Escape.
She just had to escape, to get away from the howling beast on her trail.
Far away from Naruto.
Run.
Her throat burned with every desperate breath, her feet ached with each painful step she took in her heeled pumps, and her entire body felt like it was screaming in pain.
And yet, she kept running.
The midnight blue-haired woman bit her trembling bottom lip, clutching her rattling basket tightly against her body the whole while. The rough weave of its handle dug into her palm as she gripped it tighter, causing mild aches and burns along her fingers.
She merely ignored that.
Her lantern was a distant memory now, its light replaced by the silvery glow of the full moon steadily guiding her further into the spooky forest.
She had to find a place to hide.
That's all that mattered now.
Her poor father depended on it. She depended on it.
Run!
Her frantic lavender eyes darted around, searching desperately for a hiding spot.
Where could she possibly hide? Behind a bush, maybe?
She glanced at one nearby. No, too exposed.
Behind a tree?
Hinata desperately scanned the surrounding trees, their leaves rustling and swaying in the gusty wind. The forest seemed to stretch on forever, with each tree merging seamlessly into the next. Shadows twisted and danced, creating eerie, shifting shapes that seemed to taunt her every attempt to find a hiding spot, causing her to second-guess every option.
A shaky gulp slid down her throat.
She needed to find cover fast, get out of the open, and stay hidden until sunrise—otherwise...
'He'll get me. Naruto will catch me!' Her thoughts screamed in panic.
Hinata dared not make a sound, not even a whimper, as she ran for her life. Each step was muffled by the thick carpet of leaves beneath her feet, but she was hyper-aware of every rustle and snap, knowing any noise could give away her position...
...to him.
Even now, despite the distance she had covered, the trees she had passed, and the speed at which she ran, Hinata could still hear him behind her...
Naruto.
His haunting howls piercing the air.
The loud rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs behind her as he moved about.
His mad dash back and forth through the underbrush, his claws tearing into the earth with each thunderous stride.
Hinata knew he was there, always there—after her.
A whimper escaped her.
This time, she couldn't hold it in.
In a moment of panic, Hinata glanced over her shoulder—a fatal mistake. Because when she made the terrible decision to glance back, to perhaps check where Naruto was, she was met with a frightening sight.
Instantly, she was met with the sight of piercing red eyes glaring at her through the darkness, just a few heartbeats away, blurred among the trees.
Hinata let out a sharp gasp of fright, but immediately covered her mouth to stifle it and any further sound. She snapped her head forward, and she picked up her pace, running even faster.
'Why didn't I listen?' Hinata thought, for what felt like the millionth time. It was a question that had been replaying in her mind ever since she first encountered the beast, and it had been stuck there for what felt like forever since.
The villagers had warned her—warned her repeatedly! They pleaded with her, begged her not to go into the forest. The villagers told her the dangers that lurked within, and she had known it too—the tales anyway.
So why, oh why, hadn't she listened?
Now, as she fled deeper into the woods, their voices echoed louder than ever in her mind. The villagers' cautionary whispers filled her with a regret she never thought she'd ever experience.
It was overwhelming, consuming her every thought.
She had been so foolish, so reckless. She could feel the weight of her mistake pressing down on her with every step. The trees seemed to stalk her, their branches like accusing fingers pointing out her stupidity, mocking her with their constant swaying and shaking.
She could have stayed away, could have waited like the villagers advised, until daylight and then walked around the forest, taken a different path, anything!
If she had just listened, she wouldn't be in this situation. She would have never discovered the truth—the darkness lurking in Konoha, the sinister deeds the villagers carried out, their willingness to sacrifice innocent people to a living, breathing beast that reveled in tearing its victims to shreds.
She could have been blissfully unaware and ended up back at home with her father, and none of this would have happened.
She would be far away from this nightmare, from Konoha, from its villagers' dark secrets, and from the forest.
She would've been safe—
"Hinata..."
Hinata's thoughts screeched to a halt as she heard a deep, menacing voice call her name.
Naruto.
His voice echoed through the forest like a haunting melody, filling every gap and crevice with his dreadful moans until it ultimately reached her ears. It echoed inside her, leaving an unsettling dread in its wake.
The sound was so close too, seemingly wrapping around her and seeping into her very bones.
Hinata covered her mouth again to stifle her terrified cries, her eyes wide and breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. Her heart raced, pounding relentlessly against her chest.
But she kept running. She kept on.
"I can smell you, little one. I can smell your fear."
RUN!
Hinata started to hyperventilate, her vision blurring, causing the branches and trees all around her to blend together. Before she realized it, she was getting tangled in branches, bumping into trees, and running into obstacles she could see somewhat clearly just moments ago, thanks to the moonlight.
But now...
She couldn't see anything, or even concentrate, for the matter, not with her heartbeat pounding so loudly in her ears. Her mind was practically screaming the loudest it could for her to keep running, but she felt herself losing it.
The ever-consuming fear...
The numbing panic...
She couldn't take it.
Hinata couldn't hold it together anymore. She just couldn't. She was terrified, completely and utterly terrified.
The trees seemed to close in even tighter, their shadows pressing in on her as if trying to trap her.
Ba Boom!
Ba Boom!
Each beat of her heart pounded in her ears, amplifying her terror and making her feel like she was drowning in fear.
Cold sweat dripped steadily down her forehead, and her legs felt like they were trembling uncontrollably underneath her. In fact, Hinata began to feel a tingling numbness spreading through her legs.
Her thighs, knees, ankles, and feet grew weaker with each step, the sensation of feeling fading until...
Suddenly, she couldn't feel her legs at all.
It was as if they'd been completely severed from her body.
The numbness was so intense that it just couldn't be ignored. Her legs now felt like a cold, heavy weight dragging her down.
Dead weight. Unresponsive. Gone.
And at that moment, Hinata did what she'd been desperately trying to avoid since the moment she started running for her life.
She tripped.
In the midst of her run, her foot suddenly caught on an uneven root sticking out from the ground near a tree. It happened so fast that she couldn't even catch her breath or steady herself to regain her balance.
All she could do was fall.
"N-No!" Hinata gasped, her voice trembling in shock.
Her body tumbled, and an inevitable yelp of surprise wrenched its way out of her mouth as she went down. Her entire world seemed to spin around and around in that moment, and the darkness of the night seemed to close in.
Ultimately, Hinata crashed into a mass of leaves and bushes, which seemed to swallow her whole, hiding her petite body from view. The ground met her with a loud thud, the impact so harsh it knocked the wind completely out of her lungs.
Long, sharp branches flung and scratch her face, arms, and legs through her stockings, tearing the fabric and leaving raw, stinging marks along her skin.
Hinata tried her best to shield herself while also fighting the urge to scream in agony, pulling her arms up to cover her face from the attacking branches. Lying on the forest floor, her world felt upside down, with the cold, damp earth pressing against her and the musty scent of decaying leaves filling her nose.
Hinata had felt fear before, but right now, all she could feel was pain. It hit her with no mercy, so intense that it nearly pushed her to her breaking point.
It was just too much.
The scratches and aches she sustained were sharp and relentless, biting into her with every little movement she made, no matter how small or big. Blood trickled down her arms, the crimson streaks mingling with dirt and sweat. Her legs bore the worst of it, with her stockings torn to shreds, revealing deep gashes and scrapes along her calves and thighs.
Tears began to stream down her cheeks in no time.
She was a crier; she knew better than to think she could hold back the tears. They spilled freely down her cheeks, mingling with the grime and blood that already stained her pale skin. Every breath she drew hitched, each sob only adding to the pain and exhaustion she felt.
It hurts.
Everything hurts.
The pain was simply unbearable, seemingly drowning out everything else.
Well, maybe not everything.
Due to her fall earlier, Hinata hadn't even realized she had dropped her basket of supplies. It landed with a heavy thud a few steps away, and the contents spilled out in a chaotic mess, scattering across the forest floor. Some items tumbled into the underbrush, disappearing beneath the thick layer of fallen leaves, while others bounced far out of reach.
With a groan, Hinata pushed herself up to her knees, her once pristine attire now smeared with dirt and leaves, the forest leaving its mark on her. She quickly brushed off the debris with her hands, wincing as she reached up to rub her forehead—only to realize something crucial.
Her hands were empty.
She had lost her basket—her father's supplies. His medicine.
"Oh no, no, no!" Hinata whispered in a panic, her head spinning as she realized the gravity of her mistake, which now seemed to hit her all at once.
She whipped her head around, searching frantically for her precious basket, but it was nowhere to be seen. Looking down to locate her fallen items, she was met only with the inky blackness of the night, her basket and its contents swallowed by the darkness.
This is bad — so bad.
Hinata whimpered softly, suppressing tears.
She crouched down among the bushes and began gathering the supplies she could feel in the darkness, doing her best to salvage what she could. She knew she wouldn't be able to find everything, but if she could recover most of the supplies, it would still be a help for her father.
That would be enough.
Hinata crawled around the forest floor on her knees, using her hands—her sense of touch—to potentially locate her basket and the rest of the fallen items.
It only took a few seconds for Hinata to spot her basket, lying not far from where she knelt among the tangle of leaves and debris. She grabbed the basket and set it upright beside her, but when she did, she immediately noticed the change in its weight. It felt lighter than before, with most of the items missing and only a few scattered remnants left inside.
Even so, a relieved sigh escaped her lips as she felt a small rush of comfort, grateful that not all of her father's supplies were lost. A few were safe and sound.
But the rest...
On that note, Hinata quickly began to search the area, determined to recover whatever supplies she could. With her hands now free, she bravely plunged them back into the darkness, sweeping them back and forth across the forest floor.
Hinata knew searching the forest floor in the pitch black was risky—anything could be lurking there, just out of sight, waiting in the shadows close enough to touch. But she pushed those fears aside, driven only by the urgent need to recover her father's scattered supplies.
She moved in a frenzy, her movements quick and her focus laser-sharp, or as sharp as she could muster in the darkness. She was so focused on gathering all the fallen supplies for her father that she barely noticed the noise she was making. Her hands clawed frantically through the thick underbrush and scattered leaves, rustling and shaking them with every swipe.
More noise.
But Hinata didn't hear a thing.
Her mind drowned out everything else, merely set solely on finding those supplies—she didn't care about the beast or anything else around her at the moment.
A big mistake.
But it was a mistake she didn't bring herself to care about.
She just needed those supplies.
So, she just kept on with her search.
Each time something brushed against her hand, Hinata grabbed it and pulled it into the moonlight for a quick check. She got lucky early on, finding what she needed in a short amount of time. It seemed her items were scattered just nearby, hidden in the darkness but close no doubt.
Hinata tossed each find back into her basket and kept on searching.
She would let out a relieved gasp with each small victory in her frantic search, celebrating every time she managed to retrieve one of her items. She tossed the finds into her basket, adding to the growing pile.
But now and then, she'd stumbled upon things that weren't her supplies. Once, she picked up a stick and a moss-covered pebble, and another time, she even grabbed hold of an ugly toad.
Hinata recoiled in disgust the very moment she touched the wart-covered toad, dropping it almost immediately. It took every ounce of her willpower not to scream in horror. Instead, she bit her lip hard, determined to keep any sound from escaping.
'Ew. Ew. Ew!' Her mind screamed nonstop.
The toad's gross appearance—its blank eyes, big black warts, and wide, sloppy lips—was a nasty surprise, nothing like what she expected when she brought it into the moonlight. She wiped the slimy mucus off her hand onto her outfit, murmuring a soft "yuck" as she did.
The toad's heavy croaks echoed as it hopped away into the bushes, away from her. It left her relieved, but she couldn't shake off her discomfort. She couldn't believe that just happened.
Hinata shuddered.
Woosh!
Rustle!
Hinata's senses snapped to attention as a sudden whoosh of wind swept through, accompanied by the rustling of leaves. She immediately paused her search and shakily turned her head to identify the noise.
But what she saw made her dive to the ground in a hurry. She sprawled out, burrowing her body as deeply as she could into the underbrush—to hide.
Her heart raced as she slapped a hand over her mouth, desperately trying to stifle any sounds; all sounds.
It was Naruto.
He was here.
From her hiding spot, Hinata could make out parts of his daunting silhouette, mostly his feet visible through the gaps in the bushes.
His tail swished back and forth as he stood only inches away from the spot where she had fallen and cried out earlier, making it clear that he had been close all along and had heard her.
Hinata kept her hand clamped over her mouth, her lavender eyes fixed on the wolf's feet poking through the bushes, as sweat started to trickle down her face.
Naruto sniffed the air, his nose brushing the bushes right next to her.
He was so close, unbearably close.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are, Hinata."
Naruto called, his deep, dark chuckle resonating from within his chest, making the leaves around him tremble. The eerie sound carried on the wind, sending shivers straight to Hinata's core.
Hinata struggled to hold back a whimper, her heart pounding harder than ever. Sweat coated her palms, and her breathing became shallow and erratic, just like before.
Desperately, she clutched her cloak, balling it up in her fist as if the familiar fabric could offer her some semblance of comfort—anything to just help her get through this.
"I heard you fall. Not much of a runner, eh? Don't worry, you're not the first."
Hinata shuddered at the beast's words, clenching her eyes shut. She tried with all her might to block out his voice.
'Don't listen to him. Don't listen!' She told herself desperately, holding herself as still as possible.
"Aww, now you're hiding? That's just adorable."
As Naruto spoke, he moved slowly, sniffing around each bush in the area. His tail swished and smacked against the foliage, even brushing against the bushes right in front of Hinata's hiding spot, making her flinch.
He was so close—she could hear every deep, rumbling word he spoke, every creak and rustle he made, and every sniff as he searched nearby. He was so close that Hinata could practically reach out and touch him.
Not that she had any intention of doing that.
Instead, she pressed her hand even tighter against her face, almost to the point of suffocation.
But she didn't care; she kept it there, remaining silent.
"But you can only hide for so long," Naruto's voice boomed as he continued his search.
"There isn't a single corner of these woods I don't know. No hiding spot I won't uncover."
He let out a sinister chuckle, "No matter how far you run, I'll catch up to you eventually—it's only a matter of time."
Naruto's powerful footsteps felt like the only sound in the still forest, each heavy thud echoing through the trees like a drumbeat. The rhythmic pounding made the ground shake beneath him, and the sound seemed to stretch far and wide, wrapping the forest in a thick shroud of dread that pressed heavily on Hinata.
The dread was suffocating, overwhelming her senses.
Hinata truly felt each heavy thud of Naruto's footsteps reverberate through her chest, the sound amplified to an almost unbearable level in her ears.
'Please go away, go away, go away!' She screamed desperately in her head, tears welling up again at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over.
But right then, it felt like her prayers were answered as Naruto began to walk away, moving further from her hiding spot and toward a new set of bushes.
On top of that, his behavior began to take a drastic turn.
Suddenly, he went from confidently sniffing the trees and spouting his eerie threats to frantically sniffing the air, bending low to sniff the grass, and pacing back and forth like a maniac.
He even started muttering to himself sporadically, his frenzy showing in his words.
"Damnit. What's going on? Where is she?"
"Where did her scent go? Why can't I smell her?"
"She was just here, damnit."
Hinata's eyes widened.
Naruto let out a frustrated growl, breathing heavily, "I don't know what tricks you're pulling, but I'll find you soon, Hinata. And you know what'll happen then."
Hinata watched with glossy lavender eyes as he moved farther away, eventually disappearing from view.
Even then, she could still hear him.
"You'll be mine. Finally, all mine."
The tension lingered in the air long after Naruto's final words and the following whoosh of his departure.
But Hinata didn't relax right away.
She held her breath for a few seconds, listening intently for any sign of his return.
Silence.
Nothing but silence.
That was her signal to finally exhale, releasing a shaky sigh of relief. But her chest remained tight, and her body still trembled.
She could feel more and more adrenaline coursing through her veins, making her hands shake uncontrollably. Every muscle in her body ached from being tensed for so long, and it was only then she realized just how exhausted she was.
'Thank kami, he's gone,' She thought to herself, slowly lowering her hands from her mouth, her fingers still trembling. She glanced around, taking in the sight of the forest around her.
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
She was all alone.
Hinata took a moment to gather herself, wiping away the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes. Her heart was still racing, and she took a few deep breaths, trying to steady her nerves. The cool night air filled her lungs, bringing a small measure of calm to her frayed nerves.
She bit her lip, her lavender eyes darting around.
'I'm safe. Naruto didn't find me,' She mentally reassured herself. But the relief quickly gave way to confusion.
But how...
How couldn't... he find her?
Her thoughts drifted back to moments ago, when he was so close. She remembered his frantic search, desperate sniffing, and frustrated muttering. Despite his keen senses and thorough examination of the area, he hadn't picked up her scent. Not even once.
It didn't make any sense.
Hinata was utterly baffled. It almost seemed like she had vanished from his senses, like he couldn't detect her at all, couldn't sniff her out anymore.
It was as if she were a ghost.
Hinata swallowed hard and slowly turned her head, her eyes scanning her surroundings. She was nestled deep within a thicket of bushes, the ground beneath her covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves. A large tree overhead provided additional cover, its dense branches and leaves creating a natural shield. It seemed like the perfect hiding spot, almost too good to be true.
And it left her with one final question...
'How? How could he not find my scent? What's going on?' She wondered, more questions arising but ones without an answer—more confusion.
The midnight blue-haired woman let out a sigh before shaking her head, trying to clear her mind.
She was just stressing herself out more.
There were too many questions and not enough answers.
Right now, all that mattered was that she hadn't been discovered by that monster. The fact that she was safe in the spot where she had fallen, hidden from view among the thick underbrush, was enough to offer her a moment of relief.
She was safe for the moment, and that was all that mattered.
Her faint smile widened slightly at that thought.
But then it hit her—again.
Her supplies!
Hinata snapped out of her thoughts, quickly realizing she needed to refocus. She carefully shifted her position from the ground, pulling herself out of the bushes. Staying low, she began to crawl again, her eyes scanning the dimly lit ground for any sign of her scattered supplies. She reached out with her hands, feeling for anything she might have missed in her earlier frantic search.
Every so often, thanks to her paranoia, she would pause her actions and just listen for any sound that might indicate Naruto's return. The forest remained eerily quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves under her hands.
No sign of Naruto.
So, releasing a deep breath, she continued her search.
She managed to find a few more items, stuffing them into her basket as best she could, her shaky hands moving quickly despite her racing thoughts.
But nothing could have prepared her for what she found next.
Amidst her frantic search, as she swept her hands across the forest floor, she felt something unnervingly cold and stiff. With trembling fingers, she pushed aside the fallen leaves and debris that was there, only to come face to face with a horrifying sight, the very one that explained why Naruto couldn't detect her scent earlier.
It was a corpse.
She found a corpse. A dead body.
Hinata thought the frog was bad, but this—this was so much worse.
The lifeless body had clearly been there for weeks, partially hidden by the underbrush. The sight made her quickly recoil in horror, covering her mouth with her hands to stifle a wail.
Oh my kami!
Oh my kami!
OH.
MY.
KAMI!
There was a corpse right in front of her.
What lay before her seemed to be the remains of a woman, her brown hair still recognizable despite the advanced state of decay. The body was horribly mangled, barely distinguishable as human, obscured by debris and marred with deep gashes and fatal wounds.
Maggots and other crawling insects emerged from her stomach in clumps, spilling out of the hollowed cavities where her eyes, nose, and mouth had once been.
The sight of the corpse was revolting on its own, but the smell was even worse.
The nauseating stench that clung to the air was overpowering, filling the space with an almost unbearable odor.
Hinata hadn't noticed it before. She was too focused on finding her supplies, but now it hit her full force.
It was a smell unlike anything she had ever encountered in her entire life.
The combination of the gruesome sight and the overpowering stench made her stomach churn and her nose burn.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Never in her life had she imagined she'd ever come face-to-face with a corpse, let alone be so close to one. Every part of her was shaking uncontrollably, her mind paralyzed with fear.
Naruto did this.
He killed this woman—she was one of the sacrifices.
The corpse, scarred with deep claw marks and its flesh reduced to little more than minced meat, confirmed the grim tales Naruto had spoken of. It was a confirmation Hinata desperately wished wasn't true.
Now, all she could think of was...
She was next.
"No, n-no, no," She sobbed, scrambling away from the corpse as far as her trembling body would allow. The sheer horror of her discovery overwhelmed her, and her frantic movements only intensified her distress.
Before long, a dizzying wave of nausea washed over her, leaving her feeling light-headed and disoriented.
'What's happening to me?' She thought groggily, her eyelids growing heavier by the second.
Her breaths came in shallow, rapid gasps as the full weight of the horror she had uncovered began to sink in.
Darkness crept in all around her, and before she realized it, she collapsed with a heavy thud, her body falling limp as it hit the ground.
●・○・●・○・●
Hinata stirred from her unconscious state with a faint, involuntary moan. Her head felt heavy, so heavy that she struggled to lift it—to move it.
Was she...lying on the ground?
She blinked groggily, her eyelids feeling like they were weighed down by lead as she fought to open them. Each attempt only intensified the throbbing in her head, and her vision remained stubbornly blurry, with the world around her slow to come into focus.
'What's going on?' She wondered, confused. But her confusion deepened when she felt something soft and bushy graze her cheek.
The touch was so sudden, so unfamiliar, so startling that it managed to cut through her grogginess.
'What was that?' She mentally questioned with a groan.
Her senses were dulled, her head spinning. She was lost—lost in time, lost in her surroundings. She couldn't recall what had happened or even remember much of anything.
Did she faint?
She wasn't sure.
There was a dark gap in her memory, and it was deeply unsettling.
One thing she did know was that the strange, bushy object she felt before was still there. It slithered down her body, wrapping around her like an odd, comforting blanket, refusing to leave. It coiled down her back, waist, thighs, and legs until it reached her ankle.
And then...
She was jolted fully awake by the sudden, disorienting sensation of being lifted off the ground. Her eyes shot wide open in an instant, only to see the stark reality of her world turned upside down. The ground was now a distant blur beneath her, and her head felt light and dizzy from the abrupt shift.
But that wasn't the worst part.
What truly terrified her was the sight presented before her—a pair of red, slitted eyes staring straight at her, just inches from her face.
Fear.
Fear was all she felt.
The intensity of those eyes cut through the darkness like a beacon of death, as if she were peering into the very maw of darkness itself.
It was frightening.
It was petrifying.
Hinata's entire body froze in paralyzing terror, leaving her completely immobilized, helplessly suspended in the air.
Instantly, her breathing grew erratic again. Not only so, but her poor heart started its frantic pounding again, seemingly unable to catch a break.
It was him.
It was Naruto.
He was here and that could only mean he...
"Found ya," Naruto taunted with malevolent glee. The chilling chuckle that followed sent shivers down her spine, reverberating through the dark, oppressive space around her.
Hinata's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, struggling to process the horrifying sight before her. She was even questioning her own sanity.
Was she dreaming?
This couldn't really be happening, could it?
"No... This can't be real." She whispered, her voice trembling as tears began to pool in her lavender eyes, blurring her vision further.
Naruto's sinister smirk widened, his red, slitted eyes glowing with dark amusement.
"Oh, it's real, Hinata," He sneered, the mockery in his voice cutting through her like a blade. Another chuckle rumbled from his chest, a low, menacing sound that echoed through the night, reveling in her terror, her desperation.
Now, somewhat conscious, Hinata realized the reason she was hanging in the air—it was because Naruto's tail was wrapped tightly around her right ankle, and he held her body up in the air upside down like a mere rag doll.
Blood rushed to her head in an instant, leaving her lightheaded and disoriented—something she definitely didn't need right now. Her long midnight-blue hair tumbled over her face, covering her eyes slightly. She could feel the pressure on her ankle where his tail coiled around her like a vice, its grip firm but casual, as if she weighed nothing at all.
Hinata's midnight blue hair swayed wildly as Naruto gave her body a casual shake with his tail, sending her flailing helplessly in the air. The motion only made her more disoriented, more panicked, her pleas for mercy tumbling out in breathless gasps.
"Please, please—" She begged, her voice breaking with desperation. She could feel more and more tears starting to blur her vision, a pathetic attempt to shut out the horror that was unfolding before her.
But Naruto's guttural voice cut through her desperate cries, vibrating deep within her eardrums.
"You've been caught, little one," He growled, his tone dripping with cruel satisfaction. His words felt like a death sentence, quickening the already frantic beat of her heart.
He glanced up at the darkened sky, his eyes narrowing with sadistic glee. Another chuckle escaped his lips, this one harsher, more jagged, like nails scraping against her soul.
"And look... it's not even sunrise," He taunted, twisting the knife of hopelessness deeper, reminding her of the rules of a game she had no chance of winning. The very idea of hope was extinguished with his words, as if he took pleasure in crushing any last shred of it.
Bringing his gaze back down to her, he flashed a grin so wide it seemed to split his face, each sharp, gleaming tooth of his on display.
"You lose, Hinata Hyuga,"
Hinata's lips quivered, and in that moment, a single tear slipped down her cheek.
She knew exactly what those words meant, the consequences they carried.
She knew what was coming next.
The consequences of this moment had been drilled into her mind, replaying over and over since the rules were first laid out.
"If you manage to evade my grasp long enough, I'll grant you safe passage to your father," Naruto had told her, "But if I catch you, there will be a different kind of price to pay."
His words echoed in her mind, bringing with them a dread that settled deep in her bones.
"Your innocence. Your virginity will be the price you'll pay."
"No, no, no, no!!" Hinata's pleas were desperate, but they only seemed to amuse Naruto further.
His laughter echoed through the trees, louder and more mocking with every second, drowning out her cries as if her terror was nothing more than a joke to him.
"Oh, come on, Hinata! The fun's just getting started!"
Without warning, the world around her spun as Naruto vanished into the darkness, reappearing moments later with her in a secluded clearing.
The next thing she knew, she was airborne, a gust of wind whipping past her face as she was flung through the air. The impact came all too soon—her body collided with the rough bark of a tree, the force of the throw knocking the breath out of her lungs.
She collapsed to the ground with a strangled cry, curling up against the tree as if she could somehow merge with it, disappear into its bark.
"This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't," She muttered over and over, her lavender eyes scanning the darkness in a frantic fit.
She watched in horror as the beast emerged once more, his presence revealed only by the eerie gleam of his red eyes piercing through the night.
And then, she heard his laughter.
The red-eyed menace leisurely stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight that illuminated the center of the clearing, his tail flicking ominously behind him with each step.
Naruto took his sweet time, relishing that every step closer, only deepened her fear.
The beast's smug grin was almost unbearable to see as he approached her, his tattered clothes and blonde hair fluttering in the night breeze.
Hinata's body trembled uncontrollably, her fingers digging into the rough bark of the tree with such desperation that the tips of her fingers began to sting.
But she didn't notice the pain.
In fact, all she could feel was fear and... disappointment.
Disappointment in herself .
Hinata was deeply shaken by the way things had turned out, her hopes of overcoming Naruto's twisted game now shattered.
She had thought she could win.
She had thought...
"How naive," Naruto taunted, as though he could hear her thoughts, taking another step forward into the clearing.
Tears streamed down Hinata's face, and she squeezed her eyes shut, silently praying that when she opened them, she'd be free from this nightmare.
But deep down, she knew there was no escape.
Not from him.
Not from this.
"Please, d-don't do this," Hinata pleaded once more, but it felt as if she were speaking to the trees rather than the beast before her.
Naruto remained completely unfazed.
"I told you, Hinata, eventually," He trailed off, before taking a few more steps forward. His bare feet crushed everything in his path—grass, sticks, and even kicking small pebbles aside—each crunch and scuff amplified in the eerie silence of the forest.
The stillness of the night only heightened the sounds he made, making each noise seem louder, scarier.
He's coming.
He's getting closer.
Hinata snapped her eyes back open.
She recoiled, "Stay back. Stay away from me!" She screeched, but it was only met with deep, dark laughter.
Naruto certainly didn't comply.
He continued advancing until he towered over her, casting a long, dark shadow that engulfed her trembling figure. He looked down with a smirk, noting how tiny she appeared beneath him, huddled against the tree as if it could offer any protection.
With a chuckle, he crouched down, lowering his massive frame to her level.
Warily, Hinata's glossy eyes tracked him.
"I'd catch you." He concluded his earlier sentence, "It was your own fault for getting your hopes up. Though—" He paused, clicking his tongue in mock disappointment.
"I must commend you for your clever plan to mask your scent. That was impressive. You almost fooled me."
"Wh-What?" Hinata stammered, confused.
"You used this, didn't you?"
At his question, Hinata lifted her head, hoping for an answer. Instead, her gaze met yet another horrifying sight.
It was the severed head from the corpse she had found earlier.
Naruto held it in his clawed grasp, the decayed flesh grotesquely exposed. The mouth hung wide open, the empty sockets where the eyes once were staring back at her. The stench was just as nauseating as before, and the sight was so horrifying that she recoiled instantly, turning her head away in terror.
"Please, get it away! Get it away from me!!"
Naruto's laughter echoed through the clearing, a sinister, hyena-like snicker, "Oh, sweetheart, don't try to fool me. You used this corpse to throw me off, didn't you? Heh," He chuckled, clearly more amused than angry, "how delightfully dark of you."
Hinata gasped, shaking her head in denial, "I didn't know what I was doing! I-I never thought—!"
But her words went unheard.
The beast clicked his tongue in irritation, his red, slitted eyes narrowing in disgust at the severed head, "Such a revolting thing, causing me so much trouble." With a disdainful scoff, Naruto flung the head into the darkness of the forest, where it vanished with a sickening thud, discarded like garbage.
"Tsk, offering wasn't even satisfying," He muttered, mostly to himself rather than to her.
Hinata shuddered, her voice trembling, "H-How did you find me? Y-You couldn't smell me s-s-so..."
"My other senses work just fine, little one," Naruto responded with a cold snort, whipping his head back to her.
"I heard you take another fall." He clicked his tongue in disapproval.
"Heh, has anyone ever told you how clumsy you are, Hinata?"
Hinata's eyes widened in horror.
She doesn't recall falling again...
Hinata gasped, a sinking feeling gripping her.
Maybe she did faint after all.
She struggled to make sense of what had happened before everything went dark, and it was hard to think clearly with Naruto looming so close. But hearing from him about how and why she was discovered only made it even more devastating.
Perhaps it would have been better not to ask at all.
It was just so humiliating—being caught because she fainted.
"Now then..." Naruto murmured with a sly grin, tilting his head. His clawed hand traced up her thigh, gliding over her tattered stockings and the raw, red scratches on her exposed skin. Hinata recoiled as though touched by a ghost, pressing herself further against the tree with pleading whimpers.
"You know what comes next, sweetheart..." He whispered, practically salivating, "and by your trembling, it seems you already know the answer."
"Please," Hinata bit her lip, shaking her head, "don't."
"Aww, I'm afraid losers don't get to choose," He purred, his tone mockingly sympathetic as his sharp nails traced teasing patterns over her scarred skin, "The moment you accepted my game, you also accepted the consequences, Hinata..."
Hinata gasped, "Y-You didn't give me much of a choice!"
"And I'm not giving you a choice now."
Hinata whimpered, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach.
Naruto's eyes glinted with a twisted delight, the thrill of the hunt now sharpening into a dark anticipation. For him, it was no longer just about the fun of winning his game and capturing Hinata, his prey—it was about the twisted pleasure of finally claiming her innocence.
Now that was the moment he had truly been waiting for.
Naruto grinned, "It's time for you to pay the price for losing my game," He murmured, his blood-red eyes gleaming through his disheveled hair as he fixed his gaze on her. Leaning in, he caught her off guard by burying his nose deep in her hair, causing her to squeal and pull away.
But she didn't get far.
He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent with a satisfied moan.
"Now it's time you give me what I'm owed, Hinata."
Before she could even react to his words, Naruto moved with blinding speed, his actions a blur, faster than her eyes could keep up with.
Suddenly, her world spun violently, the trees ahead twisting and swirling as if taunting her disorientation.
In a flash, her crimson cloak was yanked off and flung to the ground, and she followed, landing flat atop it. The tree she had just been huddling against now towered above her, its leaves casting shifting shadows over her prone form.
Before she knew it, a warm, bulky, fur-covered body was looming over her, and her legs were forcefully pried apart by large, powerful hands.
Hinata's eyes widened in terror as Naruto moved in closer, a desperate squeal escaping her lips. She frantically pushed against the beast, but her hands only met solid, furred muscle—unyielding and immovable.
It was no use.
"Wait! W-Wait—!"
Naruto didn't wait.
He was beyond excited—thrilled, even.
At last, he was about to claim what he had craved for so long. His sweet prize was within reach—his one-of-a-kind offering, pure and untainted, now laid out before him, ready to be touched and devoured.
Nothing could stop him now.
The desire that had been simmering since he first caught the intoxicating whiff of Hinata's sweet, innocent scent had now reached its boiling point. Each rustle of her footsteps and every fleeting glimpse of her red cloak as she fled through his forest had only intensified his obsession.
Now, that burning hunger within him had completely taken over, consuming every thought, every urge, every feeling—every part of him.
It was a craving for something unique, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for something he hadn't realized he wanted or cared about...
until now.
The thought of finally claiming Hinata, of having her all to himself, was all that mattered to him.
Nothing else mattered.
He had won, and now it was time for his reward.
Naruto released a deep, rumbling growl, utterly satisfied that his prey was exactly where he wanted her. To show his excitement, he abruptly seized the remnants of her stockings and tore them from her legs with a fierce yank, leaving her to kick and writhe in response.
"Stop! Stop it!" Hinata screamed, her voice filled with panic as she reached out with one hand, frantically trying to shove him the hell away.
But her efforts were hopeless.
His large, clawed hand snatched hers with terrifying ease, trapping it in an iron grip. He held her arm aloft, effortlessly keeping it away from his body, while completely disregarding her other hand as it feebly struck and pried at his grasp.
He merely resumed ripping through her stockings, the sound of fabric tearing echoing in the tense air.
He ripped and ripped until there was nothing left.
He even slipped off her heeled pumps, tossing them who knows where, and hummed in satisfaction as he tore the remaining stockings from her feet.
His eyes glinted with a cruel, almost gleeful amusement, a dark, twisted smirk curling his lips as he casually flicked away the last tattered bits of her stockings with the back of his hand. The ruined fabric fluttered to the ground in a pathetic heap, finally revealing the soft, scarred skin of her thighs.
Immediately, the cool night air bit at the newly exposed skin, sending a shiver coursing through her. Another shiver followed as Naruto's crimson eyes roved over her bare flesh, savoring every inch of her as if he were relishing a delectable treat he had just unwrapped.
His glowing red eyes fixed on the smooth, creaminess of her thighs, but he also caught the bright red scratches marrying her skin.
He pouted playfully, "Aww, you've really had a rough night, haven't you, sweetheart?" He pouted, lifting her arm higher as he spoke.
Hinata's eyes widened in horror as his tongue flicked out, tracing along the raw scratches on her raised arm. The sensation sent a dull, persistent ache through her, causing her to wince.
"Allow me to make it all better."
"N-No, wait—ooh!"
Suddenly, his hips thrusted forward, closing the gap and slamming against the sensitive area between her thighs with a force that made her body jerk.
However, it wasn't just the unexpected perversity of his movements that startled her, but the sound that escaped her lips most of all.
It was a sound she had never made before—raw and involuntary, erupting from deep within her chest and slipping through her parted lips before she even had a chance to realize it.
"Wh-What?" She whispered, dumbfounded.
"Oh, what's this?" Naruto perked up, his eyes glinting with mischief, his ears twitching.
"What a delightful sound that was, Hinata," He teased, tilting his head.
"Why don't you make it again?"
Hinata shook her head vigorously, her face flushing a deep crimson. She desperately tried to close her legs, her movements awkward and frantic.
"No, please, it's too embarrassing—eek!"
Her squeaky, nervous pleas were met with a deep, mocking laugh that echoed in her ears.
Her attempts to cover herself proved futile as Naruto's free hand clamped around her ankle, holding her left leg apart. His bushy tail coiled around her other leg, the warm, coarse texture tickling her skin as it forced her open.
She squirmed and wriggled against the restraints, but it was like trying to escape from thick, swarming vines—impossible and just so damn frustrating.
Hinata felt trapped, utterly trapped.
Naruto snickered, giving her arm another slow, teasing lick before swiftly gathering her other arm up. He drove both of her arms above her head, pinning them by the wrists against the red cloak she lay on.
He bent his head to hover just above hers, his piercing red eyes fixed on her. He watched in amusement as she turned away, desperately avoiding direct eye contact with him.
The heat radiating from his body was intense, his massive form pressing in between her legs, enveloping her entirely, effectively cutting her off from the rest of the forest—dominating her every sense.
His warm breath ghosted across her skin, summoning goosebumps. His blonde bangs brushed lightly against her flushed cheeks, creating a faint tickling sensation that only heightened her anxiety.
Naruto was so close that she could take in every part of him.
His breath mingling with hers, his hard, furry muscles pressing into her, the deep, rhythmic pounding of his heartbeat, and the low, almost predatory purring resonating from his chest.
Yes, every part.
"I said, again, pet." He snarled, catching her off guard again.
"Moan."
Hinata struggled once again to silence the embarrassing sounds that escaped her lips as the beast resumed his thrusts. His hips moved in a rhythmic grind, targeting her most sensitive area through her underwear.
Over and over again.
She kept her mouth tightly shut, struggling to suppress any sound that might entertain the monster above her and give him what he wanted.
Yet, with each powerful thrust of his hips against hers, an undeniable wave of pleasure began to build deep within her core, slowly chipping away at her resistance.
Then, despite her best efforts, that sound slipped out... again.
She moaned.
"Ooh!"
"That's it! Hold nothing back!" Naruto roared, urging her on.
Hinata gasped as another thrust collided with her core, a rush of warmth spreading from deep inside and causing her body to spasm.
"Oh, k-kami, wh-what are you doing to m-me?" She whimpered, her lips quivering as more stubborn moans slipped out.
To make matters worse, the beast pressed in even closer, and suddenly, his lips clamped down on her neck. Hinata squealed, the heat of his lips against her skin causing a rush of warmth to flood her body.
Suddenly, she felt as if she were on fire, despite the chill of the night air.
She felt Naruto began to trail his mouth down her neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses that sent jolts of pleasure through her sensitive nerves. His breath was unbearably hot against her skin, and his sharp teeth brushed dangerously close to her pulse, a taunting threat.
Hinata attempted to turn away, but his lips pursued her without relent, moving from side to side. When she moved her neck away, he merely seized the exposed side, attacking it with fervor, and did the same when she turned her head to the other side.
She couldn't escape him.
She couldn't hide from him.
Naruto was making that painfully clear—again.
Every searing kiss and every sloppy, wet lick stemmed from a primal hunger, each one a fierce claim, as if he were determined to devour her entirely.
Everything was going so fast, Hinata could barely keep up.
Naruto chuckled, keeping her legs wide, "Mmm, that's right," He teased, leaving another sloppy kiss along her blotchy neck.
"It feels good, doesn't it—when I do this?"
Another powerful thrust against her covered crotch sent shockwaves through her jiggly thighs—sensations she had never felt before. They gripped her, pulling her toward a dark, undeniable truth she desperately wished to ignore.
She couldn't allow herself to feel good from this.
She couldn't!
She shook her head in denial, her long, midnight-blue hair cascading along her red cloak like a dark, silken veil, splaying out in different directions.
"No, it doesn't f-feel good. N-Nothing about this feels g-good!" She screamed, her voice breaking, "Y-You're a m-monster, and I—!"
"Oh, little pet, we both know that's a lie," Naruto's voice was chilling, exposing the truth Hinata was desperately trying to deny.
He snickered at her wide-eyed stare, his lips tracing a path along her neck, across her pulse, and down to her collarbone, "You say it doesn't feel good, but why do you moan? Why does your body tremble, hm?"
"Y-You're making me! I-I'm not—!"
"And what about the mess you're making in those cute panties of yours?" He interjected with a snort, "Care to explain that?" He watched her as she instantly froze, her face painted with shock, embarrassment, and fear.
Hinata's mouth fell wide open in sheer disbelief.
She couldn't believe he just said that.
But as mortifying as his words were—they were true.
She felt... something... wet... below.
Her lady parts were wet; her panties sullied.
With each grind of Naruto's hips, the pleasure grew more intense, coaxing a mysterious liquid to seep from her and dampen her underwear. Her lower region throbbed with a deep, aching need that she struggled to understand, demanding some form of fulfillment.
Hinata was confused and utterly mortified.
She wished she could sink into the earth and disappear forever. She could hardly believe her body's reaction, its betrayal, the very fact that she was actually feeling pleasure.
Pleasure from a monster?
How could this be?
Hinata attempted to close her trembling legs, but the restraints Naruto had secured kept her spread wide, offering her no chance of escape.
Naruto was immovable, like a brick wall, his strength overpowering.
He chuckled as her face deepened in color, and she turned away, hiding behind her bangs, refusing to respond to him, to acknowledge his confrontation.
He cackled, leaning in closer, "Yes, I can smell your arousal. I can actually hear your juices dripping out of you, soaking through those panties of yours."
"N-No," Hinata stammered, her ears and nose burning redder, "D-Don't say such embarrassing things—"
"Your body's calling out to me, little pet, just as mine calls out for you." He huffed matter-of-factly, "We're more alike than you realize, Hinata."
Hinata recoiled, utterly appalled he would say such a thing, "I'm nothing like you!"
"We both hunger for something we've never known, yearning for what's been out of reach."
"No, you're wrong!"
"But I'm here to satisfy that hunger, to give us both what we've been craving, little pet." Naruto's voice was a low growl, thick with an emotion Hinata couldn't quite place. She was so overwhelmed that she didn't even register the new name he'd given her.
Pet—reduced to nothing more than his plaything now.
"I'll even go further," Naruto growled, his voice rough, "until I make those sweet little lips scream out how good I make you feel." His red eyes gleamed.
"I will make you scream my name."
Naruto's lips inched closer to her chest, his wide grin revealing his sharp teeth.
"Remember, little pet, you can't hide from me."
Suddenly, the sharp sound of tearing fabric ripped through the quiet forest once more.
"N-No! Don't!!" Hinata screamed, her lavender eyes shooting wide.
She watched in horror as Naruto began to tear her white blouse apart with nothing but his sharp teeth, as if it were nothing more than fragile tissue paper. The once-pristine white lace of her bra was now fully exposed, barely clinging to her shivering form.
But Naruto wasn't done.
His head dipped lower, and with a predatory swipe, he shredded the delicate lace of her bra with his teeth too, leaving her chest bare to the cold night air.
He spat out the fabric remnants, the tattered pieces catching the night breeze and fluttering down to the forest floor, where they lay like forgotten remnants of her dignity.
He then leaned back, to take in the sight of her finally...
...bare.
Hinata's heart raced faster, her face burning with shame as her breasts lay fully exposed under his heated gaze. She instinctively tried to curl in on herself, but Naruto's iron grip held her firmly in place, preventing even the smallest movement.
"Don't try to hide," The beast murmured, his voice a low, sensual growl, "You're mine to admire now."
Hinata whimpered, and instead of trying to cover herself, she chose the only escape she had left—she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to hide from the shame consuming her. But even with her eyes closed, she could still feel his gaze sweeping over her bare chest.
His red slitted eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he fixated on the delicate curve of her chest.
Her breasts, with their soft, creamy hue, were made even more alluring by the flush of her heightened arousal. Perfectly round and full, they heaved with each frantic breath, rising and falling in a rapid, uneven rhythm. Naruto's red eyes followed their every movement, tracking them like a cat captivated by a laser—up and down.
The night breeze intensified the color of her areolas, deepening them to a rich, rosy red around her peaked nipples. The cold air also made her nipples stand out as well, like tiny but firm pebbles against the smooth, pale cream of her skin, beckoning for his attention.
Naruto moaned in glee.
Hinata whimpered in humiliation.
Truly, she wanted to die.
She couldn't believe she was so exposed, so naked, in front of this monster. Her body had always been private, seen only by herself, but now it was on full display for him.
She had never felt so embarrassed in her life.
The blonde beast licked his lips, his mouth watering at the sight of such intoxicating perfection laid out before him, a tantalizing treat like none other.
He certainly liked what he saw.
"Oh, what a feast!" He crooned, his deep voice startling her into a jolt. Her eyes fluttered open reluctantly, though she wished she had just kept them shut.
She was greeted by crimson eyes gleaming with hunger, the blonde beast practically salivating with drool trickling from his lips.
The way he looked at her was unnerving, like she was a gourmet meal—something he was about to savor like the finest delicacy he'd ever had the luxury of tasting.
He looked every bit the monster, every inch the predator.
It was truly disturbing.
Naruto smirked, a crooked one, "Well, well, look at you! You're truly something special, aren't you, Hinata?" He boasted cheerfully, in awe, "I knew it the moment I first saw you—heh, the moment I caught your scent, I just knew! But man, oh man, this is the motherlode!"
Hinata squirmed under his intense stare, feeling as if a thousand tiny pinpricks were dancing over her bare skin as Naruto shamelessly ogled her wobbling breasts, completely taking advantage of the situation. She could feel him taking in every inch of her exposed flesh, every detail, every twitch, every wobble, leaving her body tingling with discomfort, shame, and disgust—all at once.
She couldn't stand it.
"Please," She whimpered, struggling against the clawed hand pinning her arms down. She tried shifting left and right, desperately wanting to cover herself, but it was no use.
"Please stop looking—"
"Shh, don't be shy," Naruto interrupted with a mocking chuckle. His face edged nearer to her right breast, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. His tail, which had previously been holding her ankle, now slid up her leg with a slow, teasing caress, brushing against her skin in a way that sent even more shivers through her.
"You've already put on quite a show. There's no need to be embarrassed now," He continued, his tone both taunting and possessive, "Besides, you should count yourself fortunate that you managed to impress me. Otherwise," He added with a dark chuckle, his crimson eyes glinting with a menacing glint, "I'd have torn you to shreds and devoured you whole without a second thought. And believe me, I'll do exactly that if you continue to deny me what's rightfully mine, Hinata."
In an instant, Hinata's world came crashing down.
Oh, she almost forgot...
Once again, she was reminded of the beast's true nature—a predator capable of unspeakable horrors, and she was vulnerable to all of it.
Her lips quivered as his chilling words echoed in her mind, and she found herself sinking into a deep well of fear that seemed to swallow her whole. The very thought of this beast tearing her apart and consuming her was a nightmare she couldn't even bear to imagine.
If he did, if he actually went through with it, she'd meet the same fate as all the others—eaten, sacrificed, and forgotten.
A horrific end if she didn't meet his twisted demands.
The very thought of that was so horrifying that enduring his touch, losing her innocence now seemed like the lesser evil compared to having her body ripped apart and devoured, left to decay alone in a dark forest, or being digested by the very beast in front of her.
It was a grim choice—submitting her body to a monster, a choice she despised with every fiber of her being—but it was a choice she had to make to avoid angering the beast and to ensure her survival.
A gasp escaped her.
Suddenly, her father's face flashed in her mind.
Her eyes began to water. Oh father.
Suddenly, she thought of him, and the fear of what would happen to him if she didn't survive was just too much to bear. She knew that if she succumbed here, it would mean more than her own end—it would spell disaster for him as well.
He would suffer without her.
He would die without her.
The mere thought of that was just as awful as the beast himself.
She was reminded once again.
She had to survive, not only for her own sake but for her father's. The pain and humiliation she was suffering now paled in comparison to the thought of him grieving for her or, even worse, dying because she wasn't there to care for him.
Even if it meant facing the worst this monster had to offer, she had to endure.
She would.
Her father's well-being was the only thing keeping her grounded, giving her hope. So, with every ounce of strength she could summon, Hinata clamped her lips shut and braced herself as the beast leaned in closer.
"Now enough of the chatter," Naruto cut in.
"It's time for me to have a taste."
His voice was a low, ravenous growl, his eyes shining with a predatory hunger that froze her in place. Hinata barely had time to react before his slimy tongue darted out, coiling around her right nipple.
"Mmm..." Hinata whimpered involuntarily, trying to suppress the shudder that rippled through her. The burning heat of his mouth and the intense wetness of his tongue lavishing over her untouched nipple was utterly overwhelming—a confusing mix of revulsion and something else she couldn't quite name—something unlike anything she had ever felt before.
'His tongue...is licking my breasts...' She thought, horrified.
Naruto's tongue lingered, dragging over the sensitive peak of her right breast, flicking her nipple with fast, needy strokes. He marveled at how it responded, bouncing back against the tip of his tongue, wobbling slightly under the pressure he applied.
Hinata shuddered, and he smirked in satisfaction.
As he lapped at her right nipple, he watched her closely, enjoying the way her body responded despite her attempts to resist. Each flick of his tongue drew out a reaction she struggled to suppress, and he found each one adorable, leaving him craving to witness more.
His hot breath fanned across her chest as he continued, the intensity increasing as he pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking with a greedy hunger that left her breathless. He practically gobbled her breasts, sucking, lapping, and tugging.
The suction was so strong Hinata feared he might suck her nipple right off.
And to make matters even worse, his sharp teeth occasionally grazed her nipple, delivering random little nips that kept her teetering on a tightrope of pleasure and pain.
She definitely didn't like it—it left her on edge, worried that he might bite her or, even worse, consume her nipple entirely. The thought only made her extremely nervous.
However, she was somewhat relieved that he didn't do either.
Instead, Naruto tightened his grip on her wrists and he pulled away, letting her nipple slip from his mouth with a wet plop, leaving a large smear of saliva behind.
"Mmm, delicious," He groaned, and just like the hungry animal he was, he quickly darted over to her other breast, giving her no chance to catch her breath.
His tongue slid a wet, teasing path between her breasts before he latched onto her left nipple, sucking with the same ravenous hunger.
He was savoring her, tasting her, treating her as if she were a feast laid out solely for his pleasure.
Hinata squirmed and whimpered in a desperate, futile attempt to resist.
But it was no use.
She couldn't fight the sensations Naruto was pulling from her body. He was tearing her apart with just his tongue, just his lips, and she felt herself unraveling, powerless against the monster's twisted desires.
Her breasts felt strange, her nipples tingling where his tongue had touched, where his breath had brushed. Her stomach churned, tightening as a heat began to build inside it, spreading lower to a place that made her feel tingly, wet, and ashamed.
What was happening to her body?
"Ooh, k-kami," She mewled as his warm lips tugged sharply at her left nipple, stretching it painfully yet pleasurably. His tongue danced around it in relentless circles, slurping and flicking with a fervor that made her spasm.
She could feel his teeth graze against the sensitive peak, closing around it with teasing pressure that sent electric jolts of pleasure through her.
His rough, eager nips and bites heightened the sensitivity of her nipples, but it wasn't just her chest that felt the effect; the area between her legs also grew increasingly tense. With each moment he continued, she felt herself drawing nearer and nearer to something... indescribable.
Something that was tantalizingly close yet still so far out of reach.
More moans slipped from her lips.
Naruto let out a deep, throaty groan, his lips releasing her now glistening nipple. He began to trail kisses around the tender area, his mouth opening wider with a fervent desire to engulf her entire breast.
He seemed lost in a haze of lust, his head moving frantically between her breasts as he lavished them with a combination of feverish attention, spit, and pleasure that further tore her apart.
Hinata writhed beneath him, her body squirming like a worm on a hook, her whimpers and moans escaping in hot, desperate breaths. Her eyes remained fixed on him as he voraciously suckled at her breasts, draining the life out of each one.
As time went on, she began to tremble more, that indescribable feeling growing stronger with every suckle. To make it even worse, his bushy tail kept sliding up and down her leg, sending tingles all over, bombarding her with so many sensations that she couldn't think straight.
And all at once, her stomach felt strange.
Her lady parts felt even stranger.
"St-Stop, something's happening! G-Gahh!" She screeched in panic, wriggling underneath Naruto frantically. But her attempts to escape were in vain; his tongue kept its relentless assault, and the sensations only intensified.
Something massive and terrifying was building inside her, and as it grew, her fear grew with it.
"Ahh, stop. I—If you don't—!" Another lick stole her breath away.
"I'm gonna—!" Another caress.
"I'm gonna—!" Another powerful suck.
That was all she could take.
The sensation overwhelmed her, crashing into her with an intensity greater than ever before. It surged through her like a tidal wave, making her feel as though she was being pulled under, gasping for air in an underwater abyss.
The sheer force of it left her teetering on the edge of complete ruin, her mind reeling and her body spasming as if it were about to explode.
"Ahh! I-I'm gonna pee—!!!" She began to cry out, but before she could finish her desperate plea, she completely lost control. A torrent of mysterious liquids surged out of her, creating an even larger mess as it rapidly spread. It soaked through her panties and the cloak beneath her, leaving her exposed in a pool of her own making.
Her initial cry dwindled into a shuddering, silent gasp as her body convulsed in frantic spasms, struggling to cope with the overwhelming wave of sensation. She was convulsing uncontrollably, her body unable to make sense of or manage the intense and confusing sensations flooding through her.
Her body was so confused.
In an instant, Naruto halted his advancements, pulling his lips away from her trembling, sensitive breasts and releasing them from his relentless assault.
His head snapped up, and his sharp red eyes locked onto hers.
He just stared at her.
He didn't blink or say a word, remaining perfectly still until a slow, dark grin began to spread across his whiskered face. But Hinata could barely make out the expression, her vision too blurred to see it clearly.
"Well, I'll be damned," Naruto finally spoke up, his voice a low, mocking purr filled with amusement.
"Did you just cum?"
"C-C-Cuhh—mgh." Hinata stammered, her voice a garbled, strained whisper. Her body trembled and twitched so much she couldn't get it to stop, each tremor a lingering echo of her climax, leaving her in a state of blubbering incoherence. She fought to speak, her words barely audible over the pounding rush of blood in her ears and the loud ringing that filled her head.
Her vision was a swirling haze of blurred shapes, and dark spots, barely able to make out Naruto's presence or hear his mocking voice.
Tears clung to her lids, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, saliva coated her lips, and sweat trickled down her face, pooling between her heaving breasts.
Naruto chuckled at her disheveled state, tilting his head for a better view, "Well, well, would ya look at that," He teased with a grin, "Seems like you've got a naughty side after all, cumming while I indulge myself with your breasts." He snickered, barely able to contain his amusement.
"You just keep getting more and more interesting, sweetheart."
He shook his head with a satisfied grin, "Was that your first time, cumming?" He tilted his head again, leaning closer.
"H-Huhh..." Hinata tried to speak again, but her words came out garbled and incoherent. Everything around her seemed slow and sluggish, her senses overstimulated and overwhelmed. She was fighting to regain her sense of normalcy, struggling to grasp reality. It felt almost as if she had been drugged.
But Naruto didn't need her to say anything—her face told him everything he needed to know.
Naruto snickered with a cruel delight, his red eyes gleaming as they roamed over the disheveled mess of her body. His gaze traveled slowly from her exposed, flushed chest and flat stomach to her skirt-clad lower half. He focused intently on her skirt, a smirk curling on his lips.
"Hmph, I'm feeling generous all of a sudden," He said with a hint of sadistic pleasure. He turned his attention back to her, "You've been quite the entertainment, cumming like that."
He snickered, "I want to see you do it again."
"What—?" Hinata caught his words this time, which felt more like a threat than an invitation. The dread in her voice was palpable, her thoughts clouded with the overwhelming fear of feeling that intense pleasure once more. The idea of going through that again was beyond unbearable.
No way.
She couldn't possibly handle that.. again.
Hinata shook her head frantically as she caught the sight of Naruto's dark smirk before he began to move down her body.
"Pl-Please, no, not again," She begged, but her pleads were ignored. Yet again.
Naruto released her arms and his tail's grip on her leg, instead using both of his powerful hands to slide up her inner thighs, spreading her legs wide.
"Please, I c-can't handle it. I can't!" She pleaded, her voice quivering.
"You can."
"No, I can't!"
"And you will." Naruto said, lowering his head until his face was nearly pressed against her skirt. He looked up at her, making sure she was watching. She was, her breath catching in her throat, her head shaking in desperate denial.
He grinned, then surprised her by leaning forward and sliding his nose under her skirt, letting the fabric drape over his face.
"N-No! Not there! What are you doing—?" Hinata gasped in horror as she looked down to find him with his nose buried deep into the covered slit of her delicate flower, his red eyes glowing like ominous beacons in the dark between her spread legs.
To her utter dread, she heard him take a deep inhale, his breath rasping through the fabric of her panties. She watched in utter revulsion as his red eyes rolled back in his head in sheer pleasure.
He shut his eyes closed, and took a deep, shuddering breath, the scent between her legs overwhelming his senses. The aroma was so intense it seemed to explode into his nostrils, flooding his senses with a heady, almost primal satisfaction.
Hinata could of sworn she heard a muffled howl of appreciation from him, a low, guttural sound that reverberated through her panties.
"Fuck, you smell so fucking sweet," He murmured, his voice a rough whisper of desire, "The sweetest thing this nose has ever fucking smelt."
He took another deep sniff.
Hinata's eyes widened in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes as she grappled with the sight of her privacy being violated. The sight of him invading her delicate flower in such a disgusting manner left her feeling utterly horrified.
It was humiliating.
It was revolting.
"Stop! Please, this is too much!" She pleaded, her voice cracking and hiccuping.
She was reaching her breaking point.
"Stop?" Naruto clicked his tongue dismissively, "But I'm just getting started," He said, struggling to contain his laughter, which only made her feel worse.
"You've been the perfect entertainment. How could I possibly stop now?"
He shook his head slowly, a cruel smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, "Oh no, no, no, my little pet. We're far from done. I'm not letting you go until I'm completely satisfied—until your virginity is mine."
Before she could react, he attacked her skirt with the same ruthlessness as he did her blouse and bra earlier.
Using his razor-sharp teeth, he snagged it from her body with a violent rip, sending pieces flying. Her underwear met the same fate, disintegrating into shredded tatters that scattered across the forest floor like confetti.
In mere moments, her once modest outfit was nothing more than a shredded mess, strewn chaotically around her.
Before she knew it, she was left completely and utterly naked, exposed to the vast, indifferent sky. Moonlight poured over her, casting a cold, harsh glow that illuminated every trembling inch of her bare skin.
Her delicate flower was laid bare, with the forest surrounding her and the full moon above bearing silent witness to her utter vulnerability.
And, of course...
The big bad wolf included.
The forest was eerily silent around them, the only sounds being her ragged breaths and the pounding of her heart, both mingling with the low, satisfied purrs rumbling from Naruto's chest.
Her legs shook uncontrollably as tears clung to her lashes, her glossy lavender eyes fixed on the beast now fully feasting his eyes on the most intimate part of her—exposed and vulnerable, bare as the day she was born.
Naruto's eyes roamed hungrily over her exposed lower area, taking in every detail that her skirt had previously concealed. He seemed almost.... mesmerized, caught in a trance by the sight before him.
Between her spread legs, her delicate flower was a sight to behold, glistening with a sheen of arousal that caught the moonlight, making it shimmer even in the darkness. The color of her velvet flesh there was a soft, blushing pink—a shade that spoke of purity, never marred by any touch before his.
His gaze traveled downward, focusing intently on her small, untouched clit, shyly nestled among her tight folds. It stood out like a precious gem, a tiny, sensitive nub that twitched and throbbed quite subtly.
Just beneath, her entrance pulsed—a small, tight opening that revealed her untouched state. It was clear that nothing had ever entered her there—no fingers, no toy, no lover—only now, under his predatory scrutiny, was she laid bare, exposed in a way she had never been before.
And to add the icing to the cake, her delicate flower was crowned with a patch of midnight blue hair—a wild, natural beauty that only heightened his hunger. The sight of her, so utterly pure and untouched, made Naruto's breath hitch, made his hunger surge, fueling a dark, possessive need to claim what had never been claimed before.
Hinata gasped as she watched the beast's slitted eyes dilate with intense, ravenous desire as he gazed at her down there. Her first instinct was to close her legs, but she knew any attempt to do so would only anger him again. Instead, she held her breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and tried to retreat into a peaceful place in her mind.
"Perfect," Naruto suddenly whispered, jolting her out of her mental escape.
Hinata whimpered at the intensity of his gaze, his hooded red eyes locking onto her with a look of dazed admiration.
"Absolutely perfect," He murmured again, husky.
He licked his lips, and suddenly, he leaned in closer.
She tensed, body trembling, "Wh-What are you do—?"
"Shh."
Now fully uncovered, her scent was stronger than ever. Naruto took another deep, savoring breath, and instantly, his keen senses were overwhelmed by the sweet, floral scent of her pure, untainted essence.
He released a deep, rumbling groan, completely losing himself to the intoxicating cloud of her scent. His fingers dug deeper into her quivering thighs as he lowered his head even further.
But what he said next was even more startling to Hinata than his intense focus on her lower region.
"I'm never letting you go, Hinata." He murmured, more like a dazed whisper, "You're mine to claim, to mark, to breed—I've finally decided."
"W-W-Wait, what—kyahh!"
Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned in and began to lick her—his tongue making contact with her delicate flower.
He licked her... down there.
Naruto took his time exploring her, savoring the chance to introduce her virgin flower to a kind of pleasure it had never experienced before. His long, slimy tongue glided in smooth strokes along her delicate slit, applying steady pressure that made her nerves tingle and her toes curl.
His hot breath made her sensitive petals twitch against his lips, and he interpreted this as a sign she craved more of his attention.
He made sure to deliver just that.
His tongue darted and teased, sliding up to her clit and he wrapped his hot lips around it, holding it in place to torment it with a relentless series of licks. He leaned in closer, increasing the suction on her sensitive bud with his lips, never once taking his eyes off her.
"Oh no! N-N-Not there!" Hinata squealed, struggling to hold back, but it was more difficult than ever.
Naruto's smirk grew wider as he pressed into her core, pulling and nibbling at her sensitive bundle of nerves with unrelenting persistence. Every little thing he did with his tongue sent a flutter of butterflies through her stomach, making her moans grow lost in her throat.
It drove Hinata wild.
Naruto tilted his head slightly, licking her clit from different angles, causing the sensitive bud to throb more and more.
Hinata's cheeks turned a deep shade of pink at the loud slurping sounds Naruto was making. The lapping of his tongue and the wet noises of her juices echoed in the still night air, making the midnight blue-haired woman feel utterly embarrassed.
With a deep, satisfied groan, he withdrew himself from her clit, leaving it shining in a puddle of his saliva, with a thin string of spit still linking it to his lips.
He quickly shifted his focus, his movements growing frantic as he sought to explore every part of her, overwhelmed by the delicacy of her. His head moved upward, surprising her as he buried his nose in her soft pubic hair, taking a deep, lingering sniff.
Her legs trembled under the grip of his clawed hands.
He then moved back down, dragging his tongue between her quivering velvety folds and circling her entrance, teasing the tiny hole with sloppy, squelching swirls of his tongue. He kept his gaze locked on her the entire time, watching her lavender eyes grow dimmer and dimmer as she lost herself to the pleasure, slowly surrendering to him.
She shouldn't be feeling good from this.
She shouldn't.
She should be kicking and screaming, fighting and crying out, repulsed by what he was doing to her and making her feel.
But...
Oh why, did it feel so good?
Hinata's heart pounded as the first wave of pleasure hit her, far more intense than anything she'd ever experienced before.
It began with a surprising warmth between her legs and quickly grew into a deep, throbbing pleasure that sparked a fire inside her. It burned hotter and brighter, a powerful force that swept her up and left her no chance to fight, resist, or deny.
Even though her mind was in a frenzy, screaming that this was wrong and filthy, the heat in her core was undeniable. The intense pleasure shook her nerves in a way that she couldn't control.
It was sinful, but addictive.
As much as Hinata tried to deny it, the sensation of Naruto's tongue on her most intimate area felt even better than when he'd licked her breasts. It was a truth that both horrified and thrilled her at the same time, leaving her torn between the pleasure she couldn't deny and the guilt she couldn't ignore.
How could her body betray her like this?
How could something so wrong feel so good?
Hinata was at a loss.
She didn't know what to do, or who she was anymore.
She was trapped between her body's uncontrollable reactions and her own shame, unable to reconcile the two.
She felt ashamed.
She felt so dirty.
So... impure.
Hinata bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, her eyes squeezing shut in a futile attempt to block out the tongue that feasted upon her, the slurps of her juices being consumed, the approving growls from the beast, and the pleasure she felt from it all.
But her body was beyond her control now, and she couldn't stop the moans that escaped her lips, couldn't fight the way her hips instinctively arched toward Naruto's mouth, desperate for more of the overwhelming pleasure he was forcing upon her.
She squealed, shaking her head in disbelief as she watched him, his head rocking back and forth as he licked her up. His tongue was fully extended, lapping at her lady lips with fervor, burrowing deeper into the warmth of her core.
It was so weird to look at.
She could feel herself leaking everywhere, her arousal spilling out, making a mess of both her and him. It was all over Naruto's nose, lips, his tongue, and even chin, but he didn't seem to care.
He was lost in the act, his senses completely overwhelmed by her taste, by her scent, his desire driving him to take more, to push her further.
"N-No, please stop licking me there. Please don't—" Hinata pleaded, reaching out in a futile attempt to push his head away. But her hand only encountered the warmth of his tousled blonde hair and even the soft fur of his ear. She recoiled in surprise, only for his clawed hand to grasp hers, firmly placing it back on his head, right over his ear.
Naruto's grip tightened as he held her hand against his head, his mouth never leaving her, "Mmm, just like that... hold on to me, pet." He murmured against her, his voice muffled by her delicate flesh.
Hinata's breath caught as the heat flooding her body grew even stronger. She shook her head, "Please, no more. My mind's so blank, I-I can't think straight..." She whimpered, her voice croaking, lacking the strength to back up her words.
"Shh, you're doing so well," He whispered, pausing to lock eyes with her tearful gaze, his own filled with dark, possessive desire, "I want to hear more of those sweet little moans... Don't hold back on me."
A shiver ran down her spine as his words seeped into her mind, adding to the confusion and fear swirling within her. She couldn't fight it—her body's traitorous responses—and it terrified her even more.
"Please..." She pleaded again. But instead of stopping like she wanted, Naruto only intensified his efforts, his tongue hitting spots and probing her in ways that made her vision blur.
"Beg all you want, pet," He growled, his crimson eyes glinting brighter, "but I'm not stopping until you scream my name... until you cum."
Hinata's world was quickly narrowing to nothing but the sensations between her legs.
The pleasure inside her was building up like a tidal wave she couldn't outrun. She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to hold onto some control, but it was slipping away like sand through her fingers. Each stroke of his tongue against her sensitive flesh made her eyes roll back, her body arching and writhing beneath him. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a struggle against the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume her.
Naruto did what he wanted to her—to her delicate flower.
He traced the outer edges of her petals, teasing the sensitive skin with light flicks with the top of his tongue that had her spasming nonstop. He savored every inch of her, as if committing the taste and texture of her most intimate area to memory.
He dipped lower again, pressing his tongue against the entrance of her delicate flower, probing the small, tight opening with increasing insistence. He made the decision to push further, to breach the entrance, and began working on stretching it with his tongue, bit by bit.
At first, the feeling of his tongue inside her was strangely unfamiliar. The thick, slick warmth moving within her was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, almost like a worm wriggling inside her. It gave her a sensation of fullness that her body instinctively rejected.
Her initial reaction was one of discomfort and disbelief, her body squirming as it tried to resist the strange sensation.
But each time, he pushed his tongue in a little deeper, just enough to feel her walls contract around him, he would pull back, only to start again.
He repeated this...
....over and over again.
Deeper and deeper, he continued to thrust his tongue inside her, coaxing her walls to stretch around his tongue each time.
And suddenly, a soft gasp escaped her lips.
"Ooh..." She perked up.
Hinata tightened her grip on his blonde hair, her fingers brushing against his ear as the sensations shifted. What started as an odd feeling began to blend with a new, unfamiliar pleasure, leaving her more confused.
Before she knew it, his relentless teasing—thrusting his tongue inside her only to pull back—officially worked her over, making her moan uncontrollably, just like before.
It felt like she was slowly being tainted, with each new thing Naruto did to her and every sensation she began to enjoy becoming dirtier and dirtier...
....but her mind was too cloudy to care.
Just when she thought she could catch her breath, he'd push his tongue in again, going even deeper inside her and sending a wave of pleasure through her that felt so good.
Her breathing grew increasingly uneven, her body responding on its own as her hips arched more urgently toward his mouth. With her hands now free, she used one to cover her mouth, biting into her hand as she let out a whine.
"O-Oh k-k-kami!!"
"That's it, don't fight it—cum." Naruto groaned in satisfaction, the vibration of his voice sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her.
"Cum, little pet."
Hinata tensed up as that indescribable feeling hit her once again, as if it were summoned by Naruto's commands. The feeling only grew stronger when he gripped her ankles and began to rock her petite body back and forth on his tongue, while simultaneously bobbing his head to penetrate her entrance over and over.
The feeling was crashing over her again, building up like a storm inside her, with unmistakable signs: her toes curled and flailed in the air, her body tensed, her sensitive flower throbbed, her eyes rolled back, and her body convulsed.
She was on the brink of cumming again.
Hinata squeezed her lavender eyes shut and clung tightly to the blonde hair strands before her with both hands, her legs trembling against Naruto's head.
"Ahh! It's happening! It's happening again—Narutoooo!!!" Hinata cried out his name, her vision flashing white as she climaxed, overwhelming Naruto's senses with her essence.
He practically howled at the taste of her, not only that, but at the sound of his name finally escaping her lips—her voice screaming it.
Now that, plunged him over the deep end.
He buried himself deep within her, greedily lapping up every drop of her release like a starved animal, licking her as she rode the surge of her orgasm to its peak.
Hinata convulsed violently, her body writhing like a fish out of water against her cloak as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her.
Her sensitive core grew hypersensitive, each lick from Naruto sending her nerves into overdrive, making the sensations almost...painful.
Even the night air seemed to amplify her flower's sensitivity, causing her core to twitch uncontrollably.
This time, her climax hit her with an intensity far beyond the first. It was so overwhelming it left her stomach aching and it even brought tears to her eyes, making her wish for it all to end.
It was just too much.
And when it was all finally done, Hinata was like a lifeless doll, slumped against her cloak, staring blankly at the night sky and the twinkling stars above her.
Nothing but a silent, crumpled heap.
She had reached her breaking point; she couldn't handle any more.
But what Hinata didn't realize was that Naruto had something else planned for her—something truly special.
Before she even had a chance to grasp what it was, he had already given it to her.
She was abruptly jolted from her daze as a large, hard, and unbearably hot object thrust into her core with full force. With a painful cry, she shot upright, her eyes darting down to confront a shocking sight...
Naruto's lower half was exposed, and his...
She jerked her head back, screaming out.
"G-Gahh!"
Naruto let out a guttural grunt as he thrust his exposed member deep inside her tight flower. His shorts were pushed down, exposing his long, thick, and veined shaft, sprung from a wild bush of coarse hair, now fully embedded in Hinata's tight entrance.
He wasted no time, driving through her hymen with a single, powerful thrust that shocked her with a sharp, excruciating pain that completely tore her apart.
"Ow, ow, ow!!" She cried out, her voice choked with agony as tears welled up in her eyes.
"It hurts, Naruto! It hurts-"
Naruto grunted, "Mmm, and just like that, you're mine now." He hissed, trying to push deeper despite her pleas.
"I'm grown tired of waiting."
Hinata thrust one hand forward in a desperate attempt to push him away, but her strength was sapped, her limbs feeling weak and unresponsive. Blood trickled from her opening, the warm, sticky liquid coating the sides of his veiny shaft and dripping down onto her cloak.
Pain.
That's all she felt now.
Each time Naruto thrust his hips closer to her, driving his member deeper into her core, waves upon waves of discomfort crashed into her. The initial shock of his penetration had morphed into a throbbing pain that radiated from her core, leaving her trembling beneath him.
She never felt so much pain in her entire life.
It was an unbearable mixture of burning pain and a strange, invasive fullness that made her feel like she was being split in two, like she was being ripped apart from the inside out.
She grunted, legs trembling frantrically, "Please... I can't take this... it's too much," Hinata pleaded through her tears, her voice barely a whisper as the agony coursed through her. She felt like she was drowning in pain, every nerve ending screaming for relief, for it to stop.
But Naruto simply kept pushing the monstrosity he called a member deeper inside her, eliciting even more blood to spill out.
"Come on, pet. Don't give up on me now," He growled animalistically, "This was a part of our deal, and now, you have to see it through." His words were laced with something primal, something that made her shiver with fear.
She whimpered as he pushed his member deeper inside her, giving her more inches. Her flower instinctively clenched around him in an attempt to force him out, but it only made the sensation worse.
"Fuck, you're so tight, so good, so..." Naruto grunted as he finally buried himself to the hilt inside her, both of them gasping at the sensation.
"...perfect." He hissed, now fully inside her.
A tear slid down Hinata's cheek, but she shuddered when he leaned closer, his long tongue sweeping across her skin to lick it away.
"Don't cry, my beautiful pet. This is a special moment for us both, finally connecting as one." Naruto's hand moved to gently caress her hair as he leaned in closer. He was tender all of a sudden, as he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, relishing the whimper that passed her lips.
"Let's enjoy this together, Hinata."
Hinata couldn't register his words.
She was in a daze.
Her virginity... her virginity was gone.
Taken by a beast.
All she could focus on now was the pain emanating from her core, where she was connected to him. She was so out of it, she even missed his hushed "I'm moving now" before she felt him shift from stillness to movement, and began to thrust.
She grunted and groaned, her face twisted in pain, eyes tightly shut as she struggled to endure.
But it was nearly unbearable.
Naruto's groans, his breath hot against her cheek, and the way he nuzzled his face in her neck, kissing her skin, only emphasized how much he was enjoying this...
...and how much she wasn't.
Until... she did.
It happened so fast.
Her mind was a haze of pain and confusion, unable to grasp how something could feel so horribly wrong, so invasive, and yet, suddenly... there was a flicker, a strange warmth beginning to build beneath the pain.
It was faint at first, just a subtle shift in how her body responded to him, but it was there. The discomfort began to merge with something else—something that made her breath hitch in her throat.
Naruto's red eyes remained fixed on Hinata, absorbing every expression, every reaction as he claimed her, just as he's been wanting.
An ear to ear grin spread across his lips.
It's happening.
It's finally happening.
Hinata, his little pet, his captive prey, his ultimate offering, was now entirely his—completely and utterly.
He could feel her trembling beneath him, sense the resistance in her, the way her body instinctively tried to push him away, but he wasn't going to let her go.
Not now.
Not ever.
Hinata was his now, and he was going to relish every moment, savoring every part of her.
His hips moved with an intensity that showed just how worked up he was, thrusting in and out of her quivering, bloodied hole, his member sliding back and forth.
He couldn't get enough.
The tightness around his twitchy member and how her body clung to him, even through the pain, drove him wild.
To make matters so much better for him, he sensed her starting to...loosen up.
It was subtle, but it was there.
He felt her velvety walls adjusting around him, tightening and then easing, as if she was starting to accept what was happening, slowly becoming accustomed to it.
Her body was giving in to him, submitting and accepting him, and that ignited his desire like nothing ever had before.
It made him want her even more.
Hinata gasped for breath, her body caught in a storm of sensations she couldn't control.
The pain was still there, sharp and unforgiving, but something else was gradually starting to push through—something that made her stomach twist in an entirely different way.
Each time Naruto moved inside her, there was a strange, fleeting spark of... pleasure?
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her grip weak but desperate as she tried to hold on to something, anything.
"Naruto...please," She whimpered, though she wasn't even sure what she was pleading for anymore.
"That's it," He murmured, satisfaction clear in his voice, his lips pressed against her ear, "You're beginning to feel it, aren't you? The pleasure, the need, the desire—only I can give you, eh?"
His words sent a shiver down her spine, her body betraying her as that odd spark of pleasure grew stronger, pushing against the pain until the two sensations were tangled together, inseparable.
Hinata whimpered, her shaky moans and soft grunts melding together.
Naruto groaned as he continued to thrust in and out of her, his hips meeting her with a loud slap each time, "Yes, you can't fight it anymore, Hinata. This is what you were made for—to be mine, to take everything I give you." He growled, pushing deeper and harder, determined to test her limits. He wanted to hear her scream his name again, to watch her lose herself completely to him.
"You were meant to be here, in this forest. With me," He growled through clenched sharp teeth, "I'm the one you were saving your virginity for. Me, and only me."
Hinata felt as if she were losing her mind.
That weird feel-good feeling was growing stronger and stronger by every thrust Naruto gave her.
It was confusing, disorienting—how could something that had hurt so much suddenly start to feel... good?
How could this be?
What had once been a faint, elusive sensation suddenly exploded into intense pleasure with another deep thrust from Naruto.
His hips drove into her so deeply that a mix of their fluids spilled out, his bushy, dark pubic hair brushing against hers for a fleeting moment.
But it was enough to unlock the floodgates of pleasure for Hinata, sending her on an unrelenting wave of ecstasy that swept away the last remnants of her sanity.
Suddenly, she threw her head back and let out a deep, satisfied groan.
In that very moment, the once innocent and composed Hinata unleashed a wild, untamed side of herself that had never been seen before.
She lost control completely.
Her body moved on its own, her hips beginning to frantically lift to meet Naruto's thrusts in a desperate frenzy, craving every inch of him.
The pleasure was undeniable, blinding, a deep, throbbing sensation that curled her toes and sent her heart racing. It was overwhelming, even terrifying, but she couldn't stop it—didn't want to.
"Oh Naruto!! It feels good, so good!!" She screamed, her voice trembling as she clung to him. Even as crazy as her words sounded, she knew she didn't want him to stop—she needed him, needed this.
"Yeah, scream my name, just like that!" Naruto roared in delight.
His grip on her hips tightened as he leaned over her, thrusting his hips into her even harder, pounding into her as if he were trying to drive her into the very earth beneath them.
Hinata's breath hitched with each powerful thrust, her legs quivering around him, flailing helplessly in the air. His tail wrapped tightly around her right leg, sliding up and down, gripping her skin as if it would never let go.
"Mine. Mine. Mine."
Naruto growled the words deeply into her ear, repeating them over and over until they embedded themselves into her mind as truth. Hinata's body shook as another rush of pleasure surged through her, her thoughts spinning and scattering like leaves to the wind.
Naruto's eyes darkened with satisfaction, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips. He relished this new side of Hinata—so submissive, so obedient...
His perfect little pet.
Her body had ceased to resist, no longer fighting back. Instead, she responded with eagerness, her hips moving to meet his own hips with fervor.
Her moans and screams were loud and unabashed, her breathless gasps and soft whimpers creating a sweet melody for his keen ears.
They fluttered atop of his head in approval.
With each thrust, he drove her closer to the brink. He felt the way her body tighten around him and her breath caught in anticipation.
She was almost there—just about to cum again.
And sure enough, she did.
In fact, Hinata teetered on the edge over and over again, climaxing so many times that her vision blurred—doubled, even tripled.
Drool dripped from her lips, her tongue dangling out of her mouth in blissful surrender as she welcomed every thrust from Naruto, every kiss, and every caress.
Yes, she was his, completely and utterly.
There was no use in fighting or resisting it anymore.
There is peace in surrender, peace in acceptance, and she felt it in that moment—wrapped up in pleasure, wrapped up in Naruto.
Nothing else mattered.
The world had shrunk to just the two of them—the sensation of him inside her and the dark, possessive love in his red slitted eyes.
The forest vanished.
The stars above disappeared.
The full moon—gone.
All that remained in her vision was Naruto, the beast before her. Only him.
As the intensity between them reached its peak, Naruto felt himself approaching the moment he had long anticipated—the moment he'd resolved to make Hinata his.
It was time to claim Hinata—the ultimate way.
It was time to mark her.
The raw, primal urge surged through every inch of his animalistic body, setting every nerve, every pore on fire. His senses sharpened to a razor's edge, and he could feel the fine hairs on his body stand on end, tingling with anticipation.
Naruto knew he was close—closer than ever before.
Hinata was too, almost ready.
He felt her tightening almost unbearably around him, her body's spasms intensifying with each of his thrusts, each movement, until they were both teetering on the edge of something inevitable.
"Hinata," Naruto's voice was a rough whisper, his red eyes dilated, fixated, "I need to mark you... I have to." He was only able to growl through his numerous grunts and groans.
He saw the fear and confusion flash within her murky lavender eyes, but she didn't pull away.
She couldn't.
She was too far gone, entirely consumed by the pleasure, by the overpowering need that had taken over her being.
Hinata couldn't even speak, but Naruto didn't wait for a response.
His grip on her tightened as he felt his control slipping, the pressure inside him building, the heat pooling in his belly, coiling tighter until he was on the brink of release.
Then, it happened.
He bent over her, and suddenly, he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of her right shoulder.
Hinata's eyes widened in a mix of shock and pain as his teeth easily broke through her skin, the sharp sting jolting through her already overstimulated body. But at the same moment, something inside her snapped, and she was overtaken by an ecstasy that shattered her completely.
She let out a choked cry, her body convulsing beneath him as she reached her last climax, her inner walls clenching around him with a force that drove him over the edge.
Naruto's growl rumbled against her skin as he reached his climax as well, his hips driving forward with a powerful thrust that sent shockwaves through her body before finally stilling, shooting her to the brim with his thick, hot jizz.
His bite deepened, his canines pressing further into her flesh as he marked her as his own, driven by an intense, primal need to claim her forever.
Hinata whimpered in a trembling, ragged cry as a thick trail of blood dripped from the bite mark, staining her neck and breasts red.
Naruto's taste buds were overwhelmed by the coppery tang of her blood, and he nearly howled, shaking like a madman on top of her as he lost control. The mingling of her blood with the intense sensation of release created a moment that felt perfect—a sensation and taste he would never forget.
No, he won't ever forget this moment.
Neither will Hinata.
Once he was satisfied, he finally pulled back, his sharp teeth stained with her blood and his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He gazed down at the mark he had left on her shoulder—a deep, red bite that was gradually evolving into a mating mark, his mark, standing out vividly against her pale skin.
The sight intensified his possessiveness, his chest swelling with satisfaction as he observed his mark's slow, unmistakable transformation...
...on his new mate.
"You're mine, Hinata," He growled, his voice thick with possession.
"All mine... forever."
Hinata was drained, completely and utterly.
Her mind was a blur of pain, pleasure, and confusion, her body trembling in the aftermath of her last and final climax.
She felt the warmth of his essence spreading inside her, spilling out of her, a strange mix of relief and exhaustion washing over her.
But even as the intensity of the moment began to wane, the sharp, throbbing pain in her shoulder reminded her that this was more than just an intimate act—this was a claim, a mark that would never fade.
But...she didn't know what that truly meant.
Hinata could barely find her voice, the lingering pain in her shoulder and the overwhelming sensations still coursing through her making it hard to focus, to move her lips.
She managed a weak nod, her eyes meeting Naruto with a blend of exhaustion and acceptance.
"Y-Yes, I'm... I'm yours," She whispered, her thoughts too disoriented to fully grasp the meaning of her words or resist the encroaching darkness that slowly creeped over her vision, threatening to pull her under.
And it did, but before it completely overtook her, she heard something else—something Naruto said.
His expression softened as he watched his new mate drift in and out of consciousness, her lavender eyes fluttering open and closed as she struggled to hold on.
But she was losing the battle.
Naruto smiled gently, cupping her cheek and leaning down to place a tender kiss on her lips.
"Yes, you are," He murmured against her mouth, his voice rich with deep, possessive affection.
"You'll always be mine. And I'll always be yours, Hinata."
And just like that, Hinata's eyes fluttered shut, and everything faded to darkness.
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The soft, golden light of morning filtered through the trees, warming Hinata's skin as she slowly blinked her eyes open.
Her mind was foggy, the remnants of sleep clinging to her as she tried to make sense of where she was.
The last thing she remembered was...
She gasped.
Wait...
What happened?
Her thoughts were jumbled, disjointed, making it difficult to piece together anything coherent.
With a groggy groan, she attempted to sit up, her muscles protesting with a dull ache that seemed to spread throughout her body.
But as she pushed herself upright, she realized she was...naked.
But she was covered by something soft and warm.
She looked down and gasped upon discovering herself wrapped in what seemed to be a deer's animal hide.
A wave of confusion swept over her, but before she could focus on it, something else captured her attention—a familiar sight that made her gasp even louder.
Just ahead of her, nestled in the comforting shadow of tall trees, was her...
...father's cottage.
The sight of the small, rustic home sent a wave of relief crashing over her, so powerful that tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
She was home.
She was alive.
Her heart pounded in her chest, emotions swirling as she tried to make sense of it all.
But she still couldn't remember anything.
She spared a look around at her surroundings.
She saw she was sprawled on the grass right in front of her father's home, completely naked but covered by a large animal hide. The grass was rough against her bare skin, but she barely paid it any mind.
She glanced behind her and saw the forest again, the forest she'd somehow made it out of.
But how?
When did she...
Turning her head again, she frozed, gasping at what she saw.
No way...
There, beside her, was her basket—filled to the brim with the supplies she had painstakingly gathered. Her father's medicine, every last piece of the supplies she bought for him, was there, safe and sound.
A sob of happiness escaped her lips, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch the basket, almost as if she needed to confirm it was real.
She didn't care how she had ended up here, didn't care about the fog in her mind or the soreness in her body.
None of that mattered.
All that occupied her thoughts now was... her father.
He needed medicine, and she had it.
Everything she needed to help him was right here with her.
And she was home at last.
With renewed strength, Hinata wrapped the animal hide tightly around herself, securing it to cover her nakedness as much as possible, and then grabbed her basket, holding it close to her chest.
She shot to her feet, almost tripping over the thick grass in her haste, but she didn't stop. Her heart was beating so fast she could hardly breathe, and tears continued to blur her vision.
But she just bolted straight toward the cottage.
She was so overwhelmed by relief and joy that she failed to notice the sad blue eyes watching her from the forest's edge, eyes that followed her every move.
With each hurried step, fragments of memories resurfaced, piecing together what had happened...before.
Konoha—the village she had left behind.
Step.
The Forest—the endless maze of trees and shadows that had nearly consumed her.
Step.
Naruto—his name echoed in her mind, his presence both distant and vivid.
Step.
The big bad wolf.
Their deal.
The hunt.
And what she had sacrificed...
Panting heavily, she stumbled to the front of the cottage, her breaths short and ragged.
Her hands shook as she lifted the old, worn mat from the doorstep to reveal the small, tarnished key hidden underneath. Grasping the key tightly, she unlocked the door with frantic urgency, flinging it open and rushing inside.
"Father, I'm home!"
The front door creaked softly, echoing her racing heartbeat. She hurried through the house and burst into his bedroom.
Her eyes welled up in tears as she saw him.
There he was—her father, Hiashi Hyūga.
He was propped up in bed, fast asleep.
His normally stern face appeared gaunt and pale, his skin tinged with a feverish flush. Despite being covered in layers of blankets, he still shivered, his body fighting off the chills of pneumonia.
His breathing was labored, punctuated by soft, rattling coughs, but none of that could take away the glimmer of warmth that shone in his eyes when they fluttered open and met hers.
"Oh, d-daughter," He croaked, his voice rough and hoarse yet warm. He shifted slightly, causing the bed to creak, and turned his head to look at her through the doorway.
"You're back."
Hinata's heart swelled at the sight of him.
And all at once, all the danger, all the pain, all the hardship she had faced seemed to dissolve in the presence of this moment.
Seeing her father alive and awake, witnessing his smile, made everything she had endured feel like a distant memory.
None of it mattered...
Not anymore.
"Yes, Father," She replied, her voice trembling with emotion as she approached him with a big, bright smile.
Gently, she placed the basket of supplies on the bedside table, "I'm back and brought everything you need, including the medicine," She announced, her smile widening, her lavender eyes sparkling.
"So, everything's going to be okay now, Father."
Hiashi's eyes glistened as he took in the sight of his daughter, safe and sound, his smile growing broader with relief and happiness.
He reached out a hand, and Hinata immediately took it, sinking down onto the edge of his bed. His touch was warm, comforting, and it took everything in her to hold back the tears of relief that threatened to spill over.
"You've done well, daughter," He said softly, his thumb brushing gently over her knuckles.
"You're so strong, just like your mother."
A choked sob escaped her lips and she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle but firm embrace, careful not to hurt him.
"I'm so glad you're o-o-okay, F-Father," She whispered tearfully into his shoulder, her eyes closed to fully embrace the warmth of his presence. She felt the gentle touch of his frail hand caressing her hair, back and forth, calming her.
Hinata sighed deeply.
The hug, with her father's arms around her, was exactly what she needed—her beacon in the darkness, the hope she had clung to throughout her journey, the guiding light that kept her strong—alive.
She nestled deeper into her father's embrace, holding him tightly as if he might vanish at any moment. Once again, she struggled to hold back her tears, but this time, she lost the fight, and a single, stubborn tear slid down her cheek.
She sniffed and quickly brushed the tear away with one hand, reluctantly drawing back from the hug.
That was when her father noticed something.
His gaze lingered on the animal hide she had wrapped around herself, and his brow furrowed in mild confusion.
"Daughter, what is that you're wearing?" He asked weakly, his fingers brushing over the fabric.
"Wh-Where did you get it?"
Hinata's heart skipped a beat, panic briefly flaring up in her chest, but she quickly pushed it down.
She merely forced a smile, keeping her voice steady, and...
...she lied.
"Oh, this?" She said, glancing down at the hide before looking back at her father, "The townsfolk in Konoha gave it to me. They mentioned it would keep me warm on my way back home. I found it a bit unusual, but I didn't want to refuse their kindness." Hinata maintained a smile, hoping it would make her story more convincing.
It seemed to do the trick.
Hiashi seemed to consider her words for a moment before nodding, accepting her explanation without further question.
"That was kind of them," He said, his expression easing back into that warm, fatherly smile, "It's good to see people looking out for you."
Hinata nodded, grateful that he believed her lie.
She quickly changed the subject, her excitement bubbling up once more, "Ooh, Father, look!" She said, turning to the basket on the table and pulling out the various supplies inside.
"See? I've got everything you need—medicine, food, and even some extra herbs that Konoha's healer recommended." She cheered, "Isn't this exciting, Father? You'll be back on your feet in no time!."
Hiashi's weary eyes brightened as he saw the items, his smile growing as he examined each one, "Oh my precious daughter," He said, pride evident in his voice.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, patting it softly, "You've taken such good care of me... of everything. I'm proud of you, so, so proud."
Hinata bowed her head, feeling a swell of gratitude at his words, "O-Of course. Anything for you, Father."
Afterward, Hinata quietly began organizing the supplies, carefully placing each item back into the basket after her brief show-and-tell.
Hiashi sat back and watched her until he noticed the tremor in her hands.
His expression then shifted to one of concern.
"Tell me, daughter," He said gently, his concern evident as he patted her hand.
"How was your trip?"
Hinata froze for a moment, her thoughts momentarily scattering. The memories of what had happened in the forest threatened to break through, the pain, the confusion, and...
...the sensation of something warm and sticky sliding down her legs.
But she pushed it all down, burying it deep within her mind.
She couldn't let her father know about any of it.
She couldn't let him worry.
Not now.
Not after everything.
He mustn't ever know.
She whipped her head up and forced another smile, shaking her head, "Oh, my trip was... great, Father," She said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
"The journey was a bit tough, but nothing I couldn't handle. The villagers were kind, and I was able to find everything we needed." She beamed brightly, but her eyes betrayed her, especially as she felt the warm sensation of the mark swirling on her covered right shoulder, slowly settling into place.
"I'm just... so happy to be home, Father."
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Notes:
A.N.
Here it is—my twisted, dark take on Red Riding Hood. You know I had to make my version as twisted as possible. I just couldn't help myself!
It actually took me longer than expected to write this because I kept rejecting different directions for the story.
I just wasn't satisfied with any of them.
Eventually, I found the path I wanted to follow and managed to finish it.
That's why it took so long to update this last part, amongst other things.
Sorry about that.
Now, for this super-duper past event, (Nhmonth23), I've got just three one-shots left, and you'll be seeing them real soon.
So, stay tuned!
I'd love to hear your thoughts. Don't forget to leave kudos. I really appreciate it!
- Powerful_Niya
Chapter 34: ❦𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧❦
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Love was a risk, a risk that cost Naruto everything, leading to the loss of the life he always knew and an everlasting separation from his beloved: Hinata Hyūga.His forbidden love for her brought about a curse that condemned him to live as a monstrous beast, forever wandering alone in despair.
Yet, in this new lifetime, with a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to his beloved now miraculously in reach, love could very well be the solution to his salvation.
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Notes:
So, in this oneshot, we’re changing gears from the last "beast" story and jumping into a completely different beast story entirely!
Honestly, I think I might be low-key obsessed with the whole "beast" trope, lmao!
Like I mentioned, this one's going to be a whole different vibe—it's not dark at all, but more touching, filled with love and wholesomeness, but it's also packed with a lot of... tragedy.
This is my first reincarnated lovers' story, and I’ve got to say, I had a blast writing it!
I drew heavy inspiration from the K-drama "The Tale of the Nine-Tailed." After watching it, I felt compelled to write something centered on reincarnated lovers, especially for my beloved Naruto and Hinata, and the last Naruhina month event was the perfect opportunity to do so!
Also, I tried something new when writing this. Instead of just third person POV, I went with a third person limited view, which was new but also pretty fun!
But anywho, enough chit chat, haha.
Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
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A Love Reborn
The Beginning
17th century.
1600s.
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Naruto Uzumaki
Naruto wasn't supposed to love.
He had taken a solemn oath—never to love, never to wed, never to father children.
He wasn't meant to fall for anyone.
Certainly not Hinata Hyūga—the Princess of the Kingdom of Konoha, the delicacy of the land, the diamond of the ton.
Not to mention, she was the daughter of Hiashi Hyūga himself. He was a king, a formidable ruler known throughout the land for his unwavering authority and strict governance—a man of principles, tradition, and nobility.
A man of steel.
Having such a man as a father meant that Hinata's upbringing was meticulously planned down to the finest detail. From childhood to adulthood, she was taught to walk with poise, to speak with eloquence, and to conduct herself with the dignity befitting a princess.
Her every move was scrutinized, and her every action was held to the highest standards.
Her attire was always immaculate, her manners impeccable, and her education comprehensive. She was trained in the fine arts, fluent in several languages, and educated in the intricate politics of the court. She was even skilled in musical instruments, having mastered the piano, harp, and violin.
Hinata was groomed to be flawless, and untouchable.
Absolutely perfect.
And that is what she became—a beacon of perfection in the eyes of society, more than suitable to one day marry, bear children, and assist the Hyūga lineage flourish and prosper.
Hinata was the epitome of beauty and grace, off-limits to all except suitors with suitable titles—a precious gem that no commoner or knight could ever hope to touch.
Certainly not a knight like him—not Naruto.
He was her royal guard, a position of great honor. He was meant to safeguard her, to be by her side for all of her days, to protect her and remain loyal—not to love her.
She was supposed to be off-limits to him. Yet, he crossed those limits.
He fell in love with her.
Naruto recalled the subtle moments when it all began—the fleeting smiles, the accidental touches, the stolen glances, not just from him, but from her too.
Her gaze began to linger on him just a second longer than usual, and in those moments, he saw a spark of something more in Hinata's shy eyes—an unspoken connection, a shared understanding that he couldn't ignore.
At first, Naruto thought it was just him.
He figured he was just imagining things. But then he started to see that spark in Hinata's eyes more and more—a twinkle of longing, a yearning for the freedom she saw in him.
Each interaction, each shared glance, built a bridge between them, one that was both exhilarating but terrifying.
It felt so new.
...so wrong.
Naruto wasn't sure how it all happened.
The progression from duty to love was a blur. It was as if one day he was merely her protector, and the next, his heart was entirely hers. The line between his oath and his feelings had blurred, and he suddenly found himself drawn to Hinata in ways he could neither control nor comprehend.
It was the greatest victory of his life.
And the greatest mistake of his life.
Nights in the moonlit garden of Konoha palace were where they began to meet in secret.
One night led to another, and another, and before long, they were meeting almost every night.
They would spend their evenings together under the starry night sky. They would sit on the soft grass, surrounded by the fragrant blooms, and talk for hours. They shared their days, struggles, dreams—anything and everything. It didn't matter to them, as long as they were together.
They would even have playful moments where they chased each other through the garden, past the flowers, and under the stars.
Naruto recalls the sound of Hinata's laughter echoing through the night, her delicate hands clutching her dress as she ran, her face glowing with happiness.
And he would chase after her. Always.
"Catch me, Naruto-kun! Catch me!" She would cheer.
And indeed, he would catch her, their laughter mingling as they collapsed onto the soft grass, breathless and happy.
These moments became the only light in Naruto's world.
Hinata became the only light in his world.
The sweetness of her smile, the warmth of her embrace, her lavender eyes full of love, her silky midnight blue hair, her sweet scent, her heartfelt laugh, and her gentle spirit—all of it stayed with him.
Deep in his heart.
Day after day, despite the risk, despite the danger, despite duty or even mere common sense, the two were drawn into an ever-going routine.
Princess and knight by day.
And lovers by night.
Both were always eager for nightfall, when Hinata would slip out of her bed chamber, and Naruto would desert his post to meet in the garden of Konoha palace.
Some nights, when they met together, they would just lie on their backs, gaze at the stars and imagine a future where they could be together.
During these times, Hinata often grew vulnerable with him. She shared her deepest fears and her greatest desires, opening up in a way she couldn't with anyone else.
Hinata even confided in him about her longing for freedom and the strict control her father exerted over her life.
"He is determined to marry me off—my f-father," She told Naruto that night, nearly driven to tears, "Love was never supposed to be a consideration for me. That's what my father has always told me, that I need to marry. I need to choose my family. I need to choose duty. But I f-feel—" Hinata admitted, but then she stopped herself.
Naruto listened intently, as he always did, trying his best to lighten her heart and unburden her.
"You feel differently, don't you, Hinata-sama?" Naruto asked gently.
"You've chosen love, haven't you, hime?" He added softly.
And the look that appeared in her eyes then touched his heart deeply.
Yes. I choose love. I choose you, her eyes had told him.
But there was more.
Her eyes showed a plea for freedom, for something real and true, beyond the cold, heartless world she had always known.
Naruto's heart ached for her, it truly did.
He found himself leaning close, taking her hands in his, and he made the mistake of promising to always protect her. He gave her hope that he could save her from such a horrid life, to be the source of freedom and love she so desperately sought.
"I'll figure something out. I'll save you, I promise," He had assured her.
Naruto remembered the joy that instantly appeared in Hinata's eyes, how she believed him wholeheartedly, placing all her trust in him.
That night, she actually kissed him for the very first time.
"Thank you, Naruto-kun," She whispered against his lips.
But he should have known better than to make such a promise.
What they had was fragile yet unbreakable when they were together, a beautiful dream they lived each and every night.
But dreams were fleeting.
Reality was cruel.
And, forbidden love never lasts.
They were caught.
Hinata and Naruto thought it would be another quiet, hidden night together in the garden, a sanctuary where they could steal moments away from prying eyes, just like all those times before.
But they were wrong.
Naruto could still remember the rustling of leaves and the snap of a twig that alerted them too late.
Suddenly, they were ambushed.
King Hiashi's guards emerged from the darkness, torches in hand, intent on seizing them both.
Naruto fought back fiercely, for Hinata, for both of them, but there were just too many. Their sheer numbers overwhelmed him, and despite his best efforts, they managed to subdue him.
Subdue them both.
The guards then dragged them away, tearing them from their sanctuary.
And just like that, their secret was out.
Naruto had no idea how they had been discovered that night, but it didn't matter. The truth was out, the damage done, and they were now at the mercy of the King—a furious Hiashi Hyūga.
And oh, was he furious.
Their punishment was as cruel as it was merciless.
Hinata's punishment was given first. For defying her father's orders, daring to love someone beneath her stature, and tarnishing her family's honor, she faced severe consequences.
She was forbidden to see Naruto ever again.
Her tear-streaked face and dull eyes were the last sight Naruto saw of her as the guards forcibly took her away to her chambers. Naruto had never seen her so broken. Her desperate cries and pleas echoed through the cold, stone halls, her voice screaming his name the entire time.
He could still hear her cries.
His punishment, however, was far worse.
He was beaten, humiliated, and dragged before the King, where he was forced to his knees and made to face Hiashi's wrath.
"You have betrayed your duty, dishonored my family, and defiled my daughter," The King declared, his voice cold and unforgiving.
"For that, you will pay the ultimate price."
Naruto had accepted his fate.
He believed he deserved it for turning his back on his knight's oath and causing Hinata so much pain. He expected his punishment to be death, a swift end to his suffering. He braced himself for it, thinking it would be a merciful release compared to the agony of being separated from Hinata.
But fate had a crueler design.
Instead, Naruto was brought before a dark, malevolent witch, and he instantly knew what was in store for him.
He would be cursed.
Indeed, the witch cast a spell upon him, a powerful one. She transformed him into a beast—a creature so hideous that Hinata would never again be able to love him.
"You will live out your days as a beast," The witch declared, her voice dripping with malice, "Banished from this palace, condemned to wander the forest for all eternity. You will outlive her, always knowing she is beyond your reach."
Pain tore through Naruto as his body twisted and changed, the curse taking hold. His once strong hands became claws, his noble and formidable body transformed into something large and terrifying, his face a grotesque mask of the beast he had become.
The guards then threw him out of the castle, casting him away from his home, away from people, and away from Hinata.
Discarded like trash.
Now, Naruto roamed the vast, lonely forest that surrounded the palace he once sworn to protect, his heart aching for the love he had lost.
The forest was his prison now, and loneliness was his constant companion.
Each step he took reminded him of Hinata, of the tender moments they had shared and the future that had been stolen from them.
His curse was relentless, ensuring he would never forget. He was cursed to remember, to feel the pain of their love that could never be, every single day.
The only way his curse could be broken was if he was loved again. True love.
But how could that ever happen?
He was now a beast, feared and shunned by all who saw him. The idea of someone seeing past his beast form to the man within, understanding his pain, and loving him, seemed utterly impossible.
It was all wishful thinking. An unattainable dream.
A painful hope he no longer allowed himself to wish for.
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Time skip.
118 years later.
18th century
1700s.
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Naruto had lost track of how much time had passed.
The days all blended together, each one indistinguishable from the next. To make matters worse, it seems his curse has made him immortal.
He didn't age, his body remaining unchanged despite the years slipping by.
He couldn't be hurt either, no matter what he tried.
The forest, with all its dangers, posed no threat to him. He had faced storms, wild beasts, and even attempted to end his suffering himself, but nothing could harm him. His wounds would just heal instantly, leaving no trace of his efforts.
The forest around him changed with the seasons, and the passing century, yet he remained the same.
A prisoner in his own body.
Tormented by the endless passage of time.
Tortured by the crushing weight of his curse.
He was forced to live.
He was forced to suffer.
Like clockwork, Naruto roamed the dense forest, just as he did everyday.
His life had settled into a monotonous routine.
He lived in a cave tucked away in the deepest part of the forest. It was a far cry from the grand palace he once protected, vastly different from what he had.
But he couldn't complain.
Every morning, Naruto would make his way to the nearby lake to catch fish for his breakfast. His claws expertly snatched his meals from the water, and after a quick bath to wash away the grime of the previous day, he would scour the forest for berries and edible plants to get him through lunch and dinner.
His senses were sharp, finely attuned to the forest's offerings, ensuring he always found what he needed when he needed it.
The rest of his day was spent roaming the woods, patrolling his territory, and steering clear of any human contact. The only company he had were the wildlife that dared to approach—creatures that, unlike humans, didn't shy away from his monstrous appearance.
That grew to be enough for him, or so often he told himself.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, he would retreat to his cave, where he'd lie awake, staring into the darkness, lost in memories of a past that now felt more like a distant dream.
But this day was different.
He heard something. Trumpets. Horses. Carriages.
He saw something. An estate. People in elegant dresses. Footmen.
And then...
... Hinata.
Naruto almost had a heart attack.
Was that...
Princess Hinata?
Naruto stood on the outskirts of the forest, just staring out into the wide valley of mountains where a grand estate now stood in place of the old Konoha palace.
A woman with the face of his past lover emerged from a carriage, dressed in the fashion of the new era.
Her attire was more elaborate than he remembered; gone were the ball gowns and jeweled dresses of a princess. Instead, she wore a gown of rich fabrics and intricate designs, fit for someone of high status. The dress was adorned with delicate lace and embroidered patterns, with a fitted bodice that flared into a full skirt, giving the appearance of wide hips.
She even wore a tilted hat with a feather that partially hid her face, but only slightly.
Naruto could see her cearly as she walked toward the estate, her delicate hands gripping the sides of her dress to avoid tripping on the hem.
She moved with the same grace he remembered, her long, midnight blue hair cascading down her back in soft curls. Her lavender eyes, he could see them, even from a distance were filled with the same quiet strength and kindness that had always captivated him.
For the first time, in a long time, his heart began to pound rapidly in his chest as he watched her, a mix of hope and disbelief flooding his senses.
"How? How could this be?" He whispered to himself, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.
Hinata shouldn't be here.
She wouldn't be alive.
Naruto bit his trembling lip, gripping tightly to a tree. His nine tails, now his constant companions, swished back and forth in a rapid frenzy behind him, mirroring his emotions.
Was it truly her, reborn in this new era? Or was this another cruel trick of his curse, meant to torment him further?
Naruto didn't know.
Hinata seemed just as she once was, as if she had been born again, reincarnated within the Hyūga bloodline, from the lineage of Princess Hinata herself. Even this version of Hinata, seemed to carry the same name and last name as his beloved.
Hinata Hyūga.
Naruto knew what he saw.
He knew what he heard.
The unmistakable sound of her voice, and her handmaidens calling her name, even from a distance, sent shivers down his spine.
Naruto had to be sure.
He had to know if this was truly his Hinata, somehow returned to him after all these years.
Naruto's mind raced constantly with possibilities as he stood at the edge of the forest. He didn't care if he was spotted. His body refused to move, paralyzed by the whirlwind of his own thoughts.
A grin cracked across his whiskered face, revealing his razor-sharp teeth.
Could this be the key to breaking his curse? Was this a chance for redemption, for a second chance at the love that had been so cruelly torn from him?
This changes everything.
This could be...
A potential end to his eternal suffering.
A potential reunion with the love of his life.
Naruto could not just ignore this.
So, he decided to take another risk. He allowed himself to hope again and break away from his usual monotonous routine.
Naruto chose to watch over her, to learn more about this mysterious woman who bore the name and face of his lost love. If she was truly a reincarnation of his Hinata, perhaps there was still hope.
Maybe, just maybe, his curse could be broken after all.
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Fourteen days later
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|N|
He saw her again.
Hinata.
Night had fallen, and she stood on the balcony of her bedchamber, high above in her estate. Her delicate hands rested on the stone railing, her eyes gazing out into the forest that surrounded her compound.
The soft moonlight bathed her in a gentle glow, illuminating her flowing, silken nightgown that shimmered in the night. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, unbound and free, swaying slightly in the evening breeze.
Naruto watched her from his perch on a sturdy tree branch, just staring up at her as he often stared up at the stars. The cool night air rustled the leaves around him, whistling in his ears atop his blonde, spiky hair.
His claws absently picked at a branch full of berries he had gathered just a few moments ago, occasionally tossing a berry into his mouth. The taste of the berries though, was almost forgotten, overshadowed by the sight of her.
The woman on the balcony.
Not once did he take his eyes off of her.
Not for a second.
Over the past two weeks, he had learned more about her.
He discovered her real name: Hinata Hyūga II.
She was the daughter of Hiashi Hyūga II, a powerful duke, which made Hinata a lady.
Despite the different title, she still held a prominent place within the Hyūga royal dynasty. Her life was filled with the same grace and elegance he remembered, but now, in this new era, it carried the weight of her noble lineage in a different form.
It was her.
His lover had been reincarnated.
The same gentle eyes, the same kind heart—everything about her resonated with the soul of the Hinata he once knew. The only difference Naruto noticed was that this Hinata seemed more outspoken and even a bit rebellious.
She loved to pull pranks on her handmaidens, and she wasn't afraid to voice her opinions.
She had a playful spirit that he hadn't seen before, a confidence that shone through in all of her interactions. She seemed to relish moments of freedom, often sneaking out to explore the estate grounds, spend time in the gardens, or even ride her horse in the fields, just enjoying the simple pleasures of life.
Seeing her so full of happiness, so bold, and embracing life with such passion made Naruto fall in love with her all over again.
This was all he ever wanted—to see her happy, to see her smile. Now, after all these years, having his wish granted at last made all his past suffering feel meaningless.
He couldn't stop watching her, couldn't stop listening to her.
His keen ears were tuned in to her almost every single day.
Yes, it was her.
It seemed impossible, yet here Hinata was, living and breathing once more.
So close, yet so far.
Naruto smiled faintly, peering up at her once more.
But his eyebrows furrowed when she turned her head, and for a moment, it seemed as if she looked directly at him. It could have been his mind playing tricks on him, but her lavender eyes appeared to search the darkness, as if drawn by a force she couldn't comprehend.
His movements stopped. His breath hitched.
His heart skipped a beat. His chest heaved up and down.
Suddenly, he wanted to approach her, to reveal himself, to speak to her, but fear held him back. He looked down at himself and, for a split second, he had forgotten.
How could he, a beast, confront her now?
Naruto groaned and facepalmed himself with one big, clawed hand.
"You baka. Are you trying to scare her half to death?" He muttered matter-of-factly.
And who's to say she would even remember him? Their love?
Hell, could she ever love him again?
Naruto shook off his thoughts, which were threatening to drive him mad. The relentless what-ifs clawed at his sanity, filling his mind with endless possibilities meant only to raise his hopes.
He should have learned by now.
There was no use in dwelling on such questions; they would only lead to despair.
So, Naruto took a deep breath and tried his best to ground himself in the here and now, pulling himself out of his thoughts for once.
His glowing red slitted eyes peered up at her again, and he resumed his watch. He watched as Hinata's lavender eyes scanned the treeline as if drawn to it, a sense of longing in her gaze.
She seemed to do this often.
Every night in fact.
Perhaps some part of her soul remembered.
Perhaps she felt something.
Perhaps she was searching for something—for him.
Or perhaps, Naruto was just being hopelessly optimistic...
...again.
His head snapped back up when Hinata let out a frustrated sigh and turned around, slipping back into her bedchamber. The fluttering curtains were the last trace of her presence for the night, gently swaying in the breeze.
Naruto frowned.
I guess he'll see her again tomorrow then.
It was painful, almost unbearable, to watch her go, to see her leave for the night.
If he could just find a way to reach her, to make her remember, perhaps...
Naruto let out a sigh and tossed the bare berry branch aside, ignoring the loud thud it made as it hit the ground, a sound his keen ears easily picked up.
Just like Hinata, he retreated to his cave and decided to sleep, eager to end the day quickly so the next one could come, bringing with it another chance to see Hinata once again.
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A Couple of Weeks Later
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|N|
He was crouched by a berry bush, his nine tails swishing wildly behind him in excitement over his excellent find for lunch.
The bush was thick with dark green leaves, interspersed with clusters of vibrant berries that glistened in the dappled sunlight filtering through the forest canopy.
Blackberries.
Raspberries.
Blueberries.
Each berry was plump and juicy that promised sweetness, nestled among thorns that could prick him with just the wrong move. Not that he was afraid of that—his skin was durable.
He'd be fine.
As he picked the fruit, the delicate skins gave way easily under his claws, which he had to use with the utmost care to avoid crushing the fragile fruit entirely.
Over the years, Naruto had to learn to be gentle, to adapt to his new body and new life. It was a skill that had taken so much time to master, especially since every part of him was designed for destruction.
He was supposed to be a monster.
Being gentle was never supposed to be a part of him.
Not anymore.
His claws, his superhuman strength, his very essence seemed designed to destroy rather than protect.
The witch seemed to have had a twisted sense of humor in crafting his curse.
Naruto had all the time in the world to sit around and piece together the cruel irony of it all.
Every part of his transformation was a mockery of his former self—a knight meant to defend and keep the peace, now turned into a beast meant to instill fear and wreak havoc.
It was so ironic and pitiful, he could laugh.
He's cried enough. He cried so much that there were no tears left anymore.
Now, he could only laugh.
Especially now , anyway.
After his many trials and errors, Naruto has done the impossible and has actually become in tune with his monstrous form.
He's long since turned his back on wanting to be human, of having normal arms, legs, and dull senses. At first, he missed it—missed the normalcy, talking to humans, being accepted instead of feared.
But living in a forest, one tends to forget what one used to have.
Naruto let out a sorrowful sigh.
Who was he kidding?
He still missed being human from time to time.
Why must he always lie to himself?
Naruto shook his head at his thoughts his, red slitted eyes falling down to his claws.
Those were the first he had to learn to get used to.
He once deemed his claws hideous, monstrous things he couldn't bear to look at. But now, they have actually become an essential part to ensure his survival. They help him get around, climb trees, dig, and efficiently hunt fish and small game without fail.
Then there were his sharp teeth.
His teeth had once been a source of constant discomfort, always feeling too large and out of place in his mouth. The constant pressure made his gums throb and ache, robbing him of sleep night after night.
His teeth had once been pure torture.
But now, his teeth have become his greatest ally, capable of biting through almost anything.
He's seen firsthand how handy they are to have in the wilderness.
Now his tails, were a different story entirely.
He and his tails actually have quite a history together. Out of all the changes that came with his beastly transformation, his tails were by far the most troublesome.
It wasn't just the fact that he had one tail to deal with—no, to his frustration and disbelief, he had nine.
In the beginning, his tails seemed to move on pure instinct, making them nearly impossible to control. He'd wake up with them twisted around tree branches or caught in the underbrush, thorns and twigs painfully stuck in them.
There were times when his tails would get in his way as he walked, tripping him up or forcing him to push them aside just to see clearly.
It was difficult at first—so difficult.
For a while, his tails felt more like a burden, a constant reminder of how far he'd strayed from being human.
But over time, he grew more attuned to their movements, learning how to direct them with his thoughts and instincts. Slowly, they became less of a burden and more like extensions of himself. His tails helped him balance, fend off predators, and even provided him warmth on cold nights.
His enhanced senses—keen sight, night vision, and heightened sense of smell—really came in handy as well. They alerted him of any potential dangers long before they appeared, and even allowed him to navigate through his dark "homey" cave with ease.
He's using homey loosely , of course.
These abilities, once cruel jokes thrust upon him, made the forest less daunting and more manageable. They turned this place from his personal hellhole into a domain he could actually navigate with ease.
That was a plus; he couldn't complain about that.
If he had been a regular human with a regular body, he would have died long ago, despite his expertise as a knight.
Not that he would have minded that.
But now, seeing Hinata again, he was starting to rethink that.
Naruto let out a hum as his keen senses were flooded with the goodness of the berries, putting a halt to his train of thoughts.
The sweet morsels released a fragrant, tangy aroma as he picked them. He popped one into his mouth and bit down with his sharp teeth, bursting the berry into multiple pieces. Juices splashed onto his tongue, where his heightened taste receptors savored a perfect blend of sweetness and tartness.
"Mmm." Naruto hummed.
He picked another.
But suddenly, he heard something.
He straightened, his senses sharpening.
A horse?
He could hear it.
He could smell it—
The dirt it kicked up, hear its galloping, and the distant sound of a woman urging it forward with the flapping of its reins. The rhythmic thud of hooves grew louder and louder, mingling with the rustling of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs.
His heart skipped a beat.
"Hinata-sama." He whispered.
Without a second thought, Naruto dropped the berry in his hand and rushed toward the sound, his inhuman speed carrying him swiftly through the forest. Trees blurred past him as he dashed through the undergrowth, every muscle in his body propelling him forward.
In no time at all, he broke through the trees and arrived at the entrance where the forest and valley merged, the sound of galloping growing even louder.
There she was—Hinata Hyūga.
Riding a horse.
She rode a beautiful white mare galloping at full speed across the fields, racing towards the forest, beyond the mountains, and away from her estate.
Even now, it seemed she couldn't lose her grace.
Her midnight blue curls streamed behind her like a dark banner, flying freely in the wind. She wore a flowing dark purple dress, embroidered with silver threads that sparkled in the sunlight. A matching riding cloak billowed behind her, its fabric rippling like waves through the air.
Hinata rode her horse expertly, her posture confident, her delicate hands steady on the reins, and her legs gripping the saddle securely on either side. She didn't ride sidesaddle or need any help; she seemed to manage it all on her own, with no one in sight. Only her.
It was very impressive.
Hinata moved with the grace of someone who had spent years mastering the art of riding, like a true equestrian. Her lavender eyes were focused ahead, determined.
Hinata urged her horse on, using the side of her riding boots, which peeked out from beneath her dress, to lightly tap its sides and keep it moving. The horse responded to her gentle command, its powerful legs pounding the earth as it raced toward the forest, neighing joyfully.
Naruto's heart pounded in his chest.
It was hypnotizing, watching her.
Surreal even.
Naruto still couldn't get used to seeing this version of her, walking, talking, breathing. Every time he saw her, it felt like the first time all over again. It was like his present and past were colliding in a beautiful, almost haunting way.
Hinata was so breathtaking, a vision from his memories brought to life. The way she carried herself, the sparkle in her lavender eyes, and the grace in her movements were all so familiar, yet somehow new.
She even laughed as she rode, her joyful cheers carried by the wind. It was a sound Naruto hadn't heard in over a century—her laughter, her pure happiness—and it filled him with a painful yearning. The sound was melodic, echoing through the valley and touching a part of his heart that had long been dormant.
It reminded him of the times they had spent together, carefree and full of love.
His mind began to race again, contemplating what was likely another mistake, excitement getting the best of him.
Is this the moment?
Hinata was so close, within his reach, seemingly riding straight toward him.
Should he reveal himself to her now?
Should he...
Naruto didn't know what came over him.
Suddenly, he found himself taking a step forward, further out of the forest, and into the valley. He blamed it on the adrenaline rush that coursed through him due to the possibility of having Hinata see him again, of potentially reclaiming what he had long lost.
A fool he was for even thinking that.
Because, as soon as he took a step, his foot snapped a twig.
Snap!
Naruto gasped.
"Crap." He whispered in frustration.
The sharp noise seemed to hang in the air, echoing over the rustling leaves and distant birdsong in the forest. It was so loud that even Hinata heard it.
She was just a few feet away now, so the sharp gasp that escaped her lips was impossible to miss, her head snapping toward the forest in alarm.
'Abort! Abort!' His brain screamed, and Naruto obeyed without hesitation.
Without a second thought, he bolted.
Naruto retreated back into the forest to do what he did best...
Hide, wait, and watch.
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Meanwhile
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Hinata Hyūga II.
From a young age, Hinata had always loved the outdoors.
There was something about the open air, the rustling leaves, and the distant mountains that called to her. Ever since she first learned to walk, she had felt an inexplicable urge to explore the world beyond the ornate halls of her home.
The forest, in particular.
It had always been there, as far back as she could recall, standing sentinel over her home. Even better, the forest stood just within view from her balcony, a sight she delighted in gazing endlessly at, night after night.
She could never figure out why.
She could never grasp the pull she felt—the urge to go there, to the forest.
The pull tugged at her heartstrings, occupying her thoughts during the day and haunting her dreams at night.
It was always there.
Yet, that pull scared her.
Hinata had always been scared of what might lie within those trees, of the dangers her curiosity might lead her to, but the pull was persistent, a constant whisper at the edge of her consciousness.
Dawn and dusk, year after year, the pull remained.
Now, in her eighteenth year, life as the daughter of the duke has fully taken hold, laden with relentless expectations and constraints.
She was the daughter of the esteemed Hiashi Hyuga II.
And she was of age now, prime and prepped in her father's eyes.
Hinata was supposed to embody nobility and grace, to be perfect in every way, and one day marry a man of suitable status who would make her father proud.
Much to her dismay.
Her days were filled with lessons on etiquette, needlework, and the art of conversation, all under the watchful eye of tutors and her father's stern gaze.
Expensive dresses embellished with intricate lace and corsets that cinched her bosom and waist too tightly became her daily uniform—attire that placed her body on uncomfortable display, but not only so, also made every move incredibly excruciating.
Hinata was permitted to always wear these insufferable dresses, no matter how much lip she gave her father. They were supposed to "signify her status," or so she's told.
Her father constantly reminded her that such dresses were appropriate attire for a young lady of her standing. He would go on and on about the importance of appearances and propriety, insisting that her clothing reflected their family's reputation.
But to her, they were just a constant reminder of her confinement, reinforcing her sense of feeling trapped.
Hinata has always kept these feelings to herself.
She never wanted to speak to anyone about this.
But often, Hinata felt like she was living someone else's life.
The rigid structure of her days, the constant pressure to be the perfect daughter, to uphold the ideals and expectations set for all the ladies of her esteemed lineage: symbols of the Hyūga family's honor and prestige—was all just a role.
And yet, it was one she played dutifully, much to her reluctance, but she never felt like her true self.
Outdoors, beyond the estate walls, Hinata felt a sense of freedom unlike anything she experienced within the confines of her home. Riding her horse, exploring the valley and the gardens, just being beneath the sun where she could breathe deeply and move without restraint, was when she felt more like her true self.
Out there, she could run through the fields, roll across the grass, feel the wind in her hair, and laugh without fear of reprimand.
She felt the most alive when she was outdoors, and when she was there, the pull of the forest seemed to grow stronger and stronger...
Just like now.
"Yah!" Hinata urged her horse forward, the beautiful animal responding to her light foot taps by picking up its gallop. Its hooves stamped the earth repeatedly, jolting her up and down in a steady rhythm, her cloak flying behind her.
Her lavender eyes sparkled with excitement as they approached the entrance of the forest in no time.
For a moment, she forgot all the burdensome expectations her father demanded of her, the tight corsets, and the rigid schedule of her life. Out here, she was simply Hinata, a woman with a thirst for curiosity and a love for freedom.
She was free, if only for a little while, and that was enough.
"Come on, Luna, faster," Hinata laughed, clutching the reins more tightly. The horse neighed in response, as if understanding her, obediently doing what its gentle owner demanded.
Hinata felt the pull grow even stronger now, her lavender eyes focused on the treeline before her. It was as if the forest itself was calling to her, guiding her towards something unknown but... promising.
She didn't know what it was. She couldn't shake the feeling.
She just had to go there.
She had to.
Snap!
Out of nowhere, a sharp snap of a twig echoed just beyond the forest's edge. Hinata heard it clearly, the sharp crack cutting through the quiet evening air. It sounded unnervingly close, just a few strides away amid the thick trees.
With a gasp, Hinata's fingers clenched tightly around Luna's reins and she yanked hard, forcing the horse to come to a sudden stop at the edge of the towering forest. Luna's hooves dug deep into the soft earth, scattering bits of dirt and fallen leaves as she skidded to a stop, her nostrils flaring in response to the sudden command.
Hinata hesitated, her plan to venture into the forest this time, to follow the strange pull she felt, coming to a complete halt.
Instead, she remained put, peering into the forest from the outside in, much like she often did from her balcony.
The unexpected noise startled her more than she cared to admit, her heart racing and her breath hitching in her throat.
It was a moment of vulnerability for Hinata, one she couldn't afford, but fear had already taken hold of her.
She knew all too well how fear could affect animals, and Luna was no exception.
The moment the twig snapped and Luna sensed the wave of fear radiating from Hinata, the horse's demeanor changed instantly.
She began to grow rowdy.
The horse neighed frantically, and soon enough, began to jump around the clearing, her poor heart startled. Her ears twitched back and forth, and her head rocked about, prompting Hinata to act quickly.
With a gasp, Hinata gripped the reins tighter, shushing Luna in an attempt to calm her, but the horse's movements only became more frantic.
"Easy girl. Easy," Hinata reassured, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to soothe the panicked horse, even reaching out to stroke the horse's white mane. But Luna was too spooked to hear any of the soothing words she spoke.
Fear had taken hold of her too, and she continued to thrash about, her eyes wide with terror.
It was no use.
Suddenly, Luna reared up, her powerful legs kicking into the air, her neighs echoing into the forest. Hinata's heart raced, her hands rushing back to clutch the reins as tight as she could, but Luna's wild movements proved too strong.
It was too late.
Her fingers slipped, and in an instant, she was thrown from the saddle.
Hinata yelped, flying through the air only to hit the ground hard, the impact jarring her body and knocking the wind straight out of her. Pain shot through her arm and side as she landed on the ground awkwardly with a thud.
The grass seemed to bite into her skin, while dirt and leaves clung to her dress and cloak, sullying the precious attire her father seemed to care so much about.
Hinata couldn't help but wince, trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she struggled to pull in air, to gain her composure.
Falling while riding was almost foreign to her now. Of course, it was different when she first started her training.
As a child, Hinata remembered falling off her horse countless times. Controlling something ten times bigger than her and staying in the saddle for long periods of time was awfully challenging for the miniature version of her.
She fell so much that eventually, the pain no longer bothered her.
She got used to it.
Each tumble left Hinata with scraped knees, bruised elbows and even broken bones, but it toughened her up, fostering a resilience inside her that her father found...unseemly.
He repeatedly insisted that she stop riding; she had lost count of how many times he's told her that.
He would scold her, repeating his usual spiel about how riding was considered unladylike and inappropriate for someone of her status, emphasizing that she needed to maintain a certain image.
Of course, Hinata ignored him.
She kept going, practicing tirelessly until she became so skilled that she rarely found herself leaving the saddle.
But now...
"Ouch," Hinata groaned in minor discomfort from her jarring fall. She could feel the sting of her scraped arm and the deep ache in her bruised ribs, each breath sending a sharp pang through her side.
But instead of crying, she laughed softly at herself, "Well done, Hinata. Getting scared of a noise in the woods," She muttered, pulling herself up to a sitting position in the grass with another wince. She wiped the dirt and grass from her hands, using one to clean the other, her dress and rider's cloak billowing around her.
Luna neighed nervously from afar.
But at the sound of Hinata's laughter, she circled back, now a bit calmer. The horse bent down to nuzzle Hinata's face, nickering softly as if sensing her midnight blue-haired owner's pain and wanting to comfort her.
Hinata reached up to stroke Luna's muzzle, a fond smile on her lips. She was so grateful Luna hadn't run off. She knew Luna wouldn't, but it was still comforting to have her loyalty in such a moment.
"Thank you, Luna," Hinata whispered soothingly as she gently petted her horse.
"You're such a good girl," She murmured also, loving how Luna neighed in response.
However, as soon as she moved her arm, she winced again, clutching her elbow. Another sharp pain shot through her.
That's when she saw it.
"Oh dear," She whimpered, her voice shaky as she noticed the blood seeping through the fabric of her dress. Carefully, she rolled up her slightly torn sleeve, only to be met with a nasty surprise.
A large, jagged cut was there, along her right arm.
Hinata whimpered as she inspected the injury closely, her lavender eyes darting over the jagged edges of the cut.
The wound was deep and raw, blood oozing from the torn skin in a steady flow, the warmth slowly coating her flesh like a spreading stain. Specks of dirt and small debris from the forest floor clung to the exposed flesh, creating dark smudges against her otherwise pale complexion, which she found rather icky.
Looks like a stick got her good when she fell.
She was bleeding quite a bit.
The sight of it made her stomach churn.
Hinata took a shaky breath, "Oh no, my father is going to kill me." She muttered before she stopped herself.
"No, he's going to yell at me, and then he's going to kill me. Kami." She corrected herself with an exasperated shake of her head.
She took another look at her arm and groaned.
She needed to clean this up and fast.
She needed to—
Hinata's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud rustle in the forest ahead, the sound much louder than the snap she heard before. Her back straightened instantly, and she whipped her head towards the noise, eyes fixed on the forest entrance just ahead. The sound was close, echoing, just as it had before.
"What... what is that?" Hinata exclaimed in fright.
Her lavender eyes scanned the darkening spaces between the trees, attempting to pinpoint the source of the persistent noise. But by the sun setting, such a task felt absolutely impossible.
She couldn't see anything.
But that didn't stop her mind from racing with possibilities.
Was it an animal, or something else entirely?
She tilted her head, trying to see better, her dark locks falling over her shoulder.
"Wh-Who's there?"
The forest fell silent at the sound of her voice, with only the faint rustle of bushes responding to her call. Hinata's heart pounded as she scanned the shadowy tree line, her head swiveling back and forth, straining to spot any movement or sign of the culprit.
But she found nothing.
The dim light made it difficult to see clearly, even squinting her eyes served useless. It was like peering into a pitch black void.
But she couldn't ignore one thing.
As she sat there, she couldn't shake the sense that there were eyes watching her from the shadows, from the trees.
Not to mention, the familiar pull she always felt now seemed stronger than ever—unbearably strong.
Hinata couldn't shake it.
Luna must have sensed it too.
She whinnied with concern, stomping her hooves on the ground and snorting loudly, clearly growing agitated again. Hinata attempted to soothe her with gentle strokes along her muzzle, but her own fear made it hard to project any sense of comfort.
"What is-?"
"You're hurt."
A voice emerged from the woods.
And it was this voice that nearly scared Hinata to death.
She yelped, scrambling to her feet in an instant. Her arm protested due to her rather abrupt movement, a dull ache throbbing beneath the adrenaline rush.
But, she didn't feel a thing.
"Oh my kami!" She exclaimed in fear, her voice echoing slightly in the stillness of the forest. She hadn't expected to be greeted by a voice of all things—maybe another rustle of leaves or an animal rushing out of the bushes, but not a literal voice calling out to her.
Her horse echoed her distress with a nervous whinny, finding the situation just as bizarre.
Hinata clung to Luna for comfort, feeling the warmth and strength of the animal beneath her trembling hands.
"Who's there?" Hinata asked urgently, her eyes scanning the clearing in a panic to ensure no one else was nearby. She even checked behind her, but she saw no one.
Not only that, she distinctly recalled hearing the voice come from in front of her—from within the forest.
Hinata gaped in shock.
Did she hit her head? Is she hearing things now?
This couldn't be normal—hearing voices from the forest? Right?
When Hinata felt drawn to the forest, and wanted to explore its depths, she certainly hadn't expected to hear it speak to her.
No way!
"Oh my goodness," Hinata's heart pounded fiercely against her ribcage, its rapid beats echoing in her ears. She whipped her head back towards the darkness of the forest, her lavender eyes widening as they locked onto two glowing red orbs staring back at her.
The eerie gaze seemed to pierce through the dim shadows, sending a paralyzing chill down her spine. With a startled screech, she instinctively yanked Luna's reins, the leather creaking under her grip. She hastily backed away, her breath coming in panicked gasps.
"What's going o-on-!"
"Don't be afraid. I mean you no harm."
There it was again—the voice.
Hinata froze, her breath catching at its sound.
This time, the voice seemed to emanate directly from the direction of those glowing red eyes, their crimson intensity cutting through the gathering dusk.
The voice sounded deep and husky, definitely male.
Her heart raced faster, but oddly, she didn't feel the fear she expected. Instead, she suddenly felt an unusual intrigue.
"Wh-Who are you?" Hinata demanded, trying to sound braver than she felt. Once again, Luna neighed in panic, whipping her head toward the estate as if signaling it was time to leave.
But Hinata, to her own bewilderment, couldn't move. She stood frozen, gazing into the depths of the forest, locked onto the red eyes there, almost desperate to know who the voice belonged to.
"Who I am is not important right now. Your arm is bleeding. It must be taken care of immediately."
"My arm?" She looked down at her bleeding wound, wincing, "Wh-Why should you care about my arm?" She asked, as if it were completely normal to talk with a mysterious voice in the woods. And to add to the confusion, she caught herself eagerly awaiting a response from the voice, almost wanting to hear what it had to say.
Yet, the response didn't come right away.
In fact, it remained silent for quite some time. Even the red eyes had disappeared.
Hinata frowned.
She looked up at the vibrant sky, streaked with hues of orange and pink. It was such a beautiful sight but she knew what it meant—it signaled the sun's descent and the approach of night.
Dusk.
Hinata turned back toward her estate, a sense of urgency pulling at her, sinking in deep like a restless need.
She whimpered.
"I-I should go," She whispered to herself, aware that it wouldn't be long before her handmaidens—or even her father—started to grow suspicious of her prolonged absence.
With a brief bite of her lip, she added, "I-I'm heading back now—"
"Wait, wait!"
The voice called out again, this time with urgency, catching Hinata's attention. She turned back, puzzled by why she felt compelled to announce her departure and why the voice seemed so desperate for her to stay.
She was so confused.
Hinata stood stiff, gazing intently into the forest where the red eyes had reappeared. And once more, she felt an irresistible tug toward them, toward the voice—a force she couldn't resist or ignore.
It felt as though she had to answer it—oddly.
"Y-Yes, mysterious voice in the woods?" She giggled at her own response, finding humor in the absurdity of the situation.
The voice was silent for a moment before speaking again.
"I can help with your injury, but you must promise me you won't be afraid."
"Afraid? Why would I be—"
"Just promise me, please."
Instantly, Hinata's curiosity piqued.
This newfound urgency in the voice's tone struck a chord within her—it sounded concerned yet sincere, soft and calming, like a gentle breeze on a warm summer day, whispering through the leaves.
She glanced at her still-bleeding arm, then back into the depths of the forest. She didn't know why she was speaking to a mysterious voice in the woods—her father had warned her about talking to strangers, about not getting involved in matters of absurdity.
Still, she couldn't stop herself.
She didn't know why she responded to the voice.
She didn't understand why she said it.
But she did, and the words that came out were as if she had said them before, unbidden.
"I-I-I promise," Hinata whispered, her soft, melodic voice echoing gently, blending with the murmurs of the forest.
For some reason, she felt an inexplicable trust toward the voice. She couldn't explain why; she just did.
What was happening to her?
Was she well?
Hinata couldn't be sure.
She couldn't grasp why those words had escaped her lips or why she felt an unexplainable urge to stand by them, but a strange familiarity lingered in the air, like she had been here before in some distant dream.
Her heart raced even faster as she scanned the depths of the forest, searching for any sign of the voice or those red eyes again. But all that met her gaze was darkness and the swaying of the trees. And the air was only filled with the soft sigh of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the distant chirping of crickets.
But then, she heard it again.
"Very well."
All of a sudden, the rustling grew louder and louder, and an instinctive urge swept over her, and Luna too, causing them both to take a step back.
Luna neighed in response, tossing her head to and fro, but Hinata kept a steady grip on the reins to calm her. She gripped them tight, as tight as her wounded arm would let her anyway, her lavender eyes staring intently into the forest the whole while.
But what she saw emerged from there...
What she saw as the source of the calm and sweet voice she had heard before, was certainly not at all what she expected.
In an instant, she found herself right back on her bum yet again.
"Oh dear!" Hinata gasped, her eyes widening as she came face to face with a... creature.
Not a human.
Not an animal.
But a creature.
A creature unlike anything Hinata had ever seen before.
It emerged from the forest like a shadow, slipping effortlessly among the trees, with rustling leaves marking its steps. It looked like some kind of cave dweller, coming out from the deep darkness into the fading evening light, stepping into the open for all to see, for her to see.
Every move it made and every step it took was as smooth as it was deliberate, blending perfectly with the shadows and greenery around it.
But as soon as the mysterious creature revealed itself, Luna reacted almost immediately.
She leaped forward, positioning herself protectively in front of Hinata with a frantic whinny. Her powerful legs kicked up dirt, her body tensed and alert, eyes wide with fear and concern for her rider—for Hinata.
Luna was uneasy, and scared but even so, she remained by her side—even now.
Hinata's breath caught in her throat as she just gazed at the creature now in her presence, taking in its features.
Its features bore no resemblance to any human she's seen—no human eyes, ears, hands, arms, or face. Everything about it was beast-like, from its imposing stature to its uncanny resemblance to a fox.
Hinata couldn't keep her mouth from gaping.
Its ears were orange and furry, capped with bold black tips, poking out from a wild tangle of shaggy blonde fur, much like a fox's. The creature's snout was long and pointed, its nose twitching slightly, and three distinct marks ran along each side of its pronounced cheeks, almost resembling...whiskers.
But what captivated Hinata most were the creature's eyes.
Those eyes were the same ones she had seen in the forest before, but now she beheld them in full.
The creature's eyes bore deep crimson irises with narrow black slits for pupils. They glowed eerily in the dim forest light filtering through the trees, fixed on her with an intense, almost longing gaze—eyes that carried a weight of deep sorrow.
Hinata frowned, her lavender eyes shifting downward, drawn by curiosity.
But that's when she noticed its tail, or rather, its multiple tails. The tails moved almost hypnotically, gracefully even, like ribbons caught in a gentle breeze.
Hinata's gaze followed each tail as she silently counted them one by one. Her lips parted slightly in surprise as she mouthed the number "nine."
Nine tails.
The creature had nine of them.
Hinata could only stand in silent awe, unable to look away.
Each of the creature's massive tails was covered in a striking pattern of orange and white fur, standing out sharply against its ragged, tattered clothing that hung loosely over its muscular, fur-covered body.
As it approached, Hinata noticed that it walked on two legs like a human, though its feet were bare. Each toe ended in sharp, claw-like nails that dug into the earth with every step, leaving small impressions in the soft ground.
Despite how scary the creature looked, it moved with a quiet grace, its bare feet making little sound on the forest floor. Its arms swung smoothly at its sides, and with each motion, sharp, elongated claws glinted faintly in the dim light.
It seems even its hands were far from ordinary.
Hinata's lavender eyes carefully studied every detail of the creature, and as she took in its full appearance, it struck her as almost... masculine. And if she wasn't mistaken, even its voice carried a distinctly male tone.
Hinata's heart raced, her eyes widening in shock, her mouth hanging agape. She had never come across anything like him before—both frightening and mesmerizing all at once.
Was it strange to feel this way? Perhaps.
But that's exactly how she felt.
The pull she had felt before, that persistent urge that had always nagged at her, now intensified into a clamoring insistence, seemingly centered solely on the creature before her.
Hinata's breath caught in her throat as that realization hit, leaving her more confused than ever.
'Wh-What...?' She mentally stammered, her thoughts scrambling.
"Miss," The creature called gently, breaking through her confusion. His voice was soft and filled with a mix of longing and concern, much like the voice she had heard earlier.
There was no doubt about it—the voice she heard before belonged to this creature.
But Luna clearly did not approve.
She tossed her head and snorted, her white mane flying as she tried to intimidate the approaching creature. Hinata gasped at her horse's hysterical reaction, struggling to maintain her grip on the reins despite the strain on her wounded arm.
Instantly, the creature came to an abrupt halt, clearly surprised by Luna's defensive outburst. It remained perfectly frozen in place, hoping not to startle the horse any further.
Cautiously, it seemed to assess the situation, its body tense, brows knitted together, and crimson slitted eyes focused warily on Luna.
Its demeanor was neither aggressive nor threatening, and Hinata watched closely as the creature seemed to project a sense of peace, now standing perfectly still.
Hinata just stared in bewilderment.
Frankly, she was struggling to wrap her head around her current situation, unable to grasp what she was witnessing or even what was happening, for that matter.
Perhaps her fall had affected her more than she thought.
She must be unwell.
The male creature tilted his head slightly, observing Hinata with an intensity that matched her own unease. Fear flickered in her lavender eyes but there was also something else—deep-seated curiosity, a fleeting recognition, and a growing sense of familiarity.
"Who... who are you?" Hinata's voice trembled, her words barely a whisper as she spoke, her gaze narrowing as she scrutinized every detail of his features.
Her eyebrows knitted together, confusion and suspicion clouding her expression.
"Wh-Why do you seem so... familiar?" She stammered, the words slipping from her lips before she could stop them. She had no idea why she asked such a strange question. It was an odd thing to say, but it had surfaced from deep within her, driven by an unexplainable sense of recognition she couldn't deny.
And the creature's reaction was anything but what she expected.
Hinata watched as he suddenly froze, his movements halting mid-step. His crimson, slitted eyes widened unnaturally, reflecting a mixture of emotions that seemed almost... human.
It sent shivers down her spine.
There was shock, confusion, and a flicker of something deeper—perhaps recognition or fear—that she couldn't quite place. It was as if her question had hit a nerve, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words, as if the familiarity she sensed unsettled him just as much as it did her.
He seemed to struggle to maintain eye contact, his gaze frequently shifting away and staring off into the distance. His mouth moved soundlessly, opening and closing as if trying to speak but unable to find the words.
What was wrong with him?
Was it because of something she said?
The creature's reaction was definitely strange—so strange that Hinata instinctively backed away along the grass, her heart racing louder in her chest.
The creature's eyes widened when he saw her move, and he urgently waved his hands, trying to reassure her.
"Don't be afraid," He said gently, reassuring her once more, "I won't harm you. I just want to help." He gestured one clawed hand towards her injured arm, where blood still trickled, staining the forest floor below.
"H-Help?" Hinata's eyes widened even more, darting towards her wound.
"How?" She turned back to the creature, who had begun approaching her once more.
His movements were cautious yet purposeful, his nine tails swaying behind him in a fluid, almost mesmerizing manner with every step he took. Each tail swayed through the air with a mighty whoosh, indicating their massive weight and strength.
His crimson eyes briefly flickered towards her tense horse, which neighed nervously as he approached.
But Hinata was quick to calm her.
"It's alright, my sweet girl. You're alright," Hinata murmured, softly stroking Luna's mane and humming quietly from her place on the grass, trying to ease her nerves. It seemed to help, at least a little. Seeing this, the creature resumed his advance, silently encouraging her to trust him.
Oddly, Hinata did.
She watched as the creature drew nearer, step by step, until he finally knelt beside her on the grass. Even in a crouch, he seemed to tower over her. But now that he was so close, Hinata could make out more of him—especially his eyes, which stood out more clearly than ever.
To her surprise, they appeared more beautiful than frightening. They didn't evoke the fear she had initially felt when she first saw them; instead, his eyes were unexpectedly...
...captivating.
Those red-slitted pools held a depth and warmth that sharply contrasted with his otherwise beastly appearance. What's more, his features gave her a feeling of déjà vu, though she couldn't quite figure out why. There was just something about the shape of his face, the intensity of his gaze, and the way he moved that tugged at the fringes of her memory.
Hinata just couldn't put her finger on what it was, but it was there, a faint echo of recognition that made her heart ache with a strange, unnameable emotion.
"May I?" He asked softly, jolting her out of her thoughts. Before Hinata could respond, he gently wrapped one clawed hand around her injured arm—her right one. His touch was surprisingly gentle, which she certainly didn't expect.
Hinata couldn't believe what she was witnessing, especially what he did next.
Slowly, he pulled the sleeve of her dress further up, revealing the entirety of her wound to him. She watched him closely, her heart steady pounding in her chest.
He glanced back at her, his blonde bangs slightly shading his gentle eyes, "Don't be alarmed, okay?" He whispered, more as a warning, one that Hinata couldn't quite understand. She tilted her head, confused, before yelping as he lowered his head and stuck his tongue out.
"Wh-What are you—!" She started to say, but before she could finish, his tongue found her arm and began to lick it, much like a cat. His warm tongue stroked her skin in a back-and-forth motion, covering her wound with his saliva thoroughly.
The beast man's actions were slow and gentle, holding her arm steady as he continued to lick it, his head swaying slightly back and forth.
Hinata sat frozen in shock as the beast man...licked her arm.
She'd expected him to help her, but this was definitely not what she had in mind. She wanted to shove him away, to yell at him for being so impudent, but then she started to notice something...
... extraordinary.
Her wounds were disappearing—even the blood.
Hinata's breath caught in her throat as she watched the jagged scratches and bruises along her right arm fade under the creature's gentle ministrations. She stared in disbelief as her torn skin knitted itself back together within milliseconds, faster than she had ever seen before.
A strange warmth spread from where his tongue made contact with her skin, a healing sensation that felt both soothing and surreal. It was as if a gentle fire was washing over her, mending not just the visible wounds but the deeper aches within her muscles as well.
Even the pain in her ribs, which had been throbbing with every breath she took, vanished.
Hinata felt an incredible lightness, as if she had never fallen in the first place.
All good as new.
When the beast man was done and finally lifted his head, Hinata's arm was completely restored, devoid of any trace of injury. He met her wide-eyed gaze with a small, relieved smile that softened his otherwise intense features.
"I... I'm sorry if I scared you," He said softly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability, "I just couldn't bear to see you hurt."
Hinata looked down at her now-unblemished arm, feeling the lingering warmth from his healing touch. She flexed her arm and rotated her shoulder, marveling at the complete absence of pain. She even touched her side in disbelief.
Again, no pain.
Hinata's mind was buzzing with questions, but she couldn't deny the overwhelming gratitude she felt.
No one had ever done something as gracious as what the mysterious blonde creature just did for her.
Never in her life.
She gazed up at him with a newfound warmth in her eyes, searching his face for answers she couldn't quite put into words.
"H-How did you...?" Hinata started, her voice trembling with astonishment.
"Don't worry about it, love," The beast man replied casually, shaking his head with a faint, reassuring smile.
But suddenly, he tensed up.
His orange, black tipped ears twitched at a sudden sound in the distance, and his deep crimson eyes flickered to something beyond Hinata's shoulder.
Curious, Hinata tilted her head and followed his gaze, turning to look at what had caught his attention.
It was the silhouette of her estate, bathed in the soft hues of twilight, nestled amidst the mountains.
Her home.
The beast man let out a soft hum before turning his attention back to her, "Well, as much as I'd enjoy staying and chatting, it seems your presence is needed elsewhere."
"What?" Hinata exclaimed, turning back to him with a look of clear confusion.
"You'd better head back. Your handmaidens sound pretty worried," The beast teased lightly, his sharp ears picking up distant voices calling out for her—something she had missed.
However, that was exactly the reminder she needed.
"Oh goodness me! I have to get back!" Hinata exclaimed in surprise. She glanced back toward her estate, suddenly aware of the time and the implications of her absence. It was darker than before.
She grimaced. Shoot!
Hinata tried to stand up, but before she could, the beast man beat her to it. He gently reached out and took hold of her waist, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing.
And even now, his touch remained tender, holding her carefully to ensure his claws didn't snag her in any way.
The abrupt feeling of being lifted off the ground took Hinata by surprise, and she couldn't help but let out a small gasp. The night breeze brushed against her face at a quicker speed in that very instant, causing her dress and cloak to ripple around her.
Shock.
Amazement.
Her heart raced as she struggled to process her emotions.
It was surprising to be lifted so quickly, so effortlessly. The warmth of the creature's hands around her waist was unexpected but strangely...comforting.
And despite her initial shock, Hinata felt a peculiar sense of safety, cradled in his strong yet gentle grip.
Again, what was wrong with her?
In a flash, Hinata went from huddling on the grass to being back on her horse. The beast man carefully positioned her in the saddle, securing her with ease, as if he had done this many times before.
However, the creature's close presence startled Luna momentarily, causing the horse to sidestep nervously.
Though jostled, Hinata quickly set about calming Luna again, rubbing her softly along the back and whispering reassurances to her ears. Her soothing voice was a gentle murmur that gradually eased the horse's nerves—just what she needed.
"There, there. It's alright, Luna," Hinata cooed softly, her hand running soothingly along the horse's neck. Luna gradually settled, her breaths steadying in response to Hinata's comforting touch.
Hinata smiled warmly, feeling relieved, yet she couldn't overlook the fatigue evident in Luna's body. It was clear the horse needed rest; she had gone through enough for today.
They both had.
Once Hinata was secure and Luna had finally settled, the beast man took a step back, his posture relaxing. He seemed relieved as he looked up at her, a soft smile gracing his whiskered face.
Back on her horse, Hinata grabbed the reins again, but not before glancing down at her healed arm, still marveling at how quickly it had recovered.
"Thank you," She said with a warm smile, turning back to him, "I'm really grateful for what you've done for me. But now, I find myself curious to know my savior's name..." She trailed off, her eyes searching the beast man's crimson ones, silently urging him to share his name.
The beast man's smile seemed to grow wider.
"Oh, it's Naruto," He said quickly, with a nod.
Her heart fluttered at the sound of his name, a warmth spreading through her chest. She couldn't help but smile, big and wide.
"Oh yes, Naruto. Such a handsome name—"
"And yours?" Naruto perked up, a spark of interest brightening his eyes, "I must know your name in case you get into any trouble and I have to come to your aid again." He chuckled, leaning forward, "I need to know who to call out," He teased, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Hinata giggled at his teasing.
"Why, aren't you a charmer," She teased back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's Hinata. Hinata Hyuga the Second." She grimaced slightly, her expression softening, "But that's far too formal—just Hinata will do."
Naruto's smile widened at her response, "W-Well, Hinata it is, then," He said warmly, the name rolling off his tongue with a sense of familiarity.
He let out a soft hum, tilting his head playfully. He even placed his clawed hands on his hips, "Now, Hinata-san, I want you to be careful from now on. Don't want you falling like that again."
"Oh, I can't promise that, Naruto-san," Hinata giggled, her eyes lighting up as she saw him laugh too, finally revealing the canine teeth he had been trying so hard to hide.
But she saw his sharp teeth.
She saw it.
Hinata smiled as the breeze blew through her hair, causing it to flutter about. She found herself marveling at the beast below her—he was an interesting fellow—and she was surprised by how comfortable she felt in his presence.
She never felt this comfort with anyone before.
Despite the unusual circumstances, despite how they met, and despite the fact that he was a beast she hadn't known existed until today, she felt at ease. She had never imagined a creature like Naruto living and breathing in the forest she loved so much.
It was such a wonderful discovery, and a small part of her wanted to stay just a bit longer.
But she knew she couldn't.
Hinata let out a sorrowful sigh, before turning back to Naruto.
She gave him another warm smile, then surprised him by expressing her gratitude physically.
Hinata reached out and gently patted his head, her fingers lightly gliding through his blonde hair. The touch was tender, almost delicate, as she ran her fingers through the softness of his bushy locks.
She saw Naruto immediately freeze mid-laugh at her unexpected touch, clearly taken aback by her affection. His ears twitched, and all nine of his tails began to wag faster, swishing around with excitement. He even let out a soft purr, a warm, pleasant rumble emanating from deep within his chest.
Hinata could feel the vibrations of his purring through her hand as she stroked through his spiky blonde hair. She kept a close watch on him, observing as he closed his eyes briefly, just savoring her gentle touch, a look of pure contentment spreading across his whiskered face.
Hinata awed, blushing. So adorable.
She didn't know why she had petted him, only that she felt he needed it.
Needed the touch.
Needed the comfort.
Needed the affection.
It was purely instinct.
Hinata hummed, "Thank you once again for helping me, Naruto-san," She said softly. "I truly hope we see one another again."
"Y-Y-You're welcome," Naruto said, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes fluttered back open.
"I-I hope so too, Hinata-san," Naruto said, his voice soft.
Hinata smiled warmly.
She then gently withdrew her hand from his head and reached for the reins once more.
There was a brief, hesitant pause as Naruto's eyes locked onto hers again. This time, his expression was different—serious, but with a hint of pleading that made her freeze in place.
"Hinata-san," He said, his voice low and earnest, "there's something I need you to promise me."
Her brow knitted in confusion, but she nodded, signaling him to go on. She was a bit taken aback, caught off guard by the gravity of his request.
"Please," Naruto pleaded, "promise me you won't tell anyone about our meeting tonight.
He paused, "About me."
Hinata's expression softened immediately by his request.
Without a moment's hesitation, she gave a reassuring nod, "I promise, Naruto-san. I won't tell anyone about you. You have my word."
Naruto's eyes softened with relief, and a small, grateful smile spread across his lips.
'Thank you, Hinata-san. I really appreciate it."
Hinata gave him one last warm smile before setting off.
With an encouraging "yah," she urged her horse forward into a gallop. The large animal quickly gained speed, its powerful hooves thundering against the ground as they raced away.
The wind whipped through Hinata's hair and the hem of her cloak as they sped away, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust in their wake.
But as she rode back home, Hinata found herself unable to stop thinking about Naruto the whole journey. The image of his gentle smile, the sound of his voice, and his act of healing her stayed with her.
Deep in her heart.
She couldn't help but glance back one last time, catching a glimpse of him standing there in the dusk light, longingly watching her disappear into the distance.
She smiled before turning back around, clutching the reins tighter.
Now it seemed the pull had returned.
She felt it again.
But this time, it wasn't toward the forest—it was toward him.
Naruto.
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Notes:
Hey readers! Had to step away for a bit because of college—end of the year means semester crunch time and exams are coming up, so things are busy. But I’ve still been writing and have a few treats lined up for you!
Hope you enjoy part two of "A Love Reborn!"
Oh, and heads up—there’s a part three coming too. I just couldn’t help myself, lol.
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A Love Reborn
Several Days Later
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Naruto Uzumaki
Several days had come and gone, with the sun tracing its usual arc across the sky, rising and setting in the same predictable way, day after day.
Yet, these days felt different to Naruto—much different.
There was an unmistakable change in the air, a quiet shift that made each day feel unlike any before. Even his usual monotonous tasks felt different. It almost seemed as if they carried a whole new sense of... significance.
And he knew exactly why...
At this time of day, as the sun dipped behind the clouds and began its descent, Naruto would usually retreat from the forest and head into his cave, found tucked away in a rugged mountain far from civilization.
The entrance was concealed by thick vines and overhanging rocks, forming a natural curtain that kept him hidden away. Inside, he had turned the cave into something that felt like a cozy little home, making it feel far less... bleak.
The walls, naturally rough and jagged, were softened by the soft blue radiance of bioluminescent glowworms that clung to parts of the stone's ceiling, creating a captivating light show, especially at night.
Naruto had to admit that it was the one "special" feature of his cave.
The ground was covered with a layer of dried leaves, along with soft animal pelts and hides that Naruto had carefully arranged to make the space more comfortable.
At one end of the cave, a small fire pit stood as his reliable companion, assuring him an extra source of warmth and light when he needed it. The fire steadily crackled softly, its warm, flickering glow sending dancing shadows across the cave walls.
Deeper inside, Naruto had carved out a small, intimate corner for himself, where he had carefully curated a collection of personal items he had gathered over the years.
There were hand-carved wooden animal figurines set up, each one he whittled out of boredom during long, lonely hours...
A bundle of dried lavender flowers, tied with twine, served as a keepsake of his past lover and her comforting scent...
A worn leather pouch containing rare herbs he'd been lucky to discover in the forest rested nearby, alongside a small, tarnished mirror he'd occasionally glance at whenever he gathered the courage...
And then there was the most painful reminder of all—a weathered and slightly dented brass pendant bearing the crest of the Kingdom of Konoha, the emblem he once wore in his past life...
...as a knight.
These items were his most treasured possessions, the only things he could truly call his own. Often, he would find himself gazing at them, each item stirring memories of his years in the forest and his life as a beast.
Every piece carried meaning, serving as the ultimate reminder of all he's found and all he's lost.
Truly depressing.
But, on a more positive note, Naruto had taken the time to carve out small niches in the cave's stone walls, making perfect storage spots for his nightly supplies. Fresh berries, nuts, and seeds sat in one, next to strips of dried meat he actually cured himself.
Another nook held a mix of preserved herbs—lavandula to help him sleep, mint leaves to mask his scent during hunts, and a small jar of honey for whenever his sweet tooth kicked in. He even had a few hollowed-out gourds filled with water to quench his thirst.
Everything he needed was stashed neatly—practical but with just enough care to make the space feel more like home.
Just all the essentials he could ever hope to need.
Now, on yet another night in his cave, Naruto lay awake, sprawled out on his makeshift bed of thick bear fur layered with soft deer hide.
The warmth and softness of the hides felt comforting against his back, keeping him warm during cool nights. While his own fur and tails usually did a fine job of keeping him cozy, the extra layers of fur added a different kind of comfort, almost fooling him into thinking he was lying on an actual bed.
And it worked, at least for a while.
His tails softly swished back and forth behind him, brushing against the hides as he shifted on his side.
He stared blankly at the cave's wall, but instead of the cold, rocky surface, he saw the face of...
...Hinata.
Since their first encounter, Naruto had been on constant alert, always watching for any sign of her return. He remained hidden in the shadows, lingering at the forest's edge, waiting for another chance to see her again.
However, in the days that followed, she never returned.
He saw her, of course, but always from afar.
Every evening around this time, he would catch brief glimpses of her in one of her favorite places, standing on her balcony as usual, staring longingly into the forest where he lived.
The soft glow of her bedroom candlelight would always cast such a warm glow around her, almost like a halo. It was this that always became the last, enchanting sight Naruto saw before he retreated to his cave and drifted off to sleep.
It was an image that stayed with him, even in his dreams.
During the day, he watched her go about her daily routines, her life playing out before him like a never-ending show that Naruto could never bring himself to turn away from.
It was like he was gazing into the past. It was as if he were seeing her former self all over again...
Princess Hinata.
Even now, as the daughter of a duke, as Hinata Hyūga II, her days seem no different from the princess she once was in her former life.
She was an important person—very important.
Naruto often saw her begin her mornings with a light breakfast before being escorted to a sunlit room, where she'd practice needlework, spending hours skillfully weaving delicate patterns into fine fabric.
Sprinkled throughout the day, she would engage in scholarly pursuits, where she would be seated at a desk surrounded by books, parchments, and ink, receiving lessons from several tutors in literature, history, and languages.
After lunch, she entertained guests in the drawing room, her laughter and light conversation drifting through the open windows as she engaged in lively discussions. With grace, she would even play the harpsichord or sometimes the flute, her elegance evident in every note.
Naruto would watch her in the afternoons as she strolled peacefully through the lush gardens of her estate, tending to her beloved flowers. She was never alone, constantly accompanied by maidservants, and she typically carried a beautiful parasol to shield herself from the sun.
Other times, she would spend her free time riding her elegant horse through the valley or travel in her carriage, flanked by servants, journeying across the countryside.
She left her estate many times, but never once did she come back to the forest—never back to him.
Often, Naruto found himself questioning if their meeting had been nothing more than a fleeting dream. He wondered if it had even happened at all.
Yet, it felt so real.
The memory of their encounter was so extraordinary, far more vivid and beautiful than anything his mind could ever conjure up.
He didn't know what to think, except of Hinata.
When he wasn't scouring the edges of the forest like a maniac, he was in his cave, and there, his thoughts always seemed to wander back to her, just as they were now.
He would sit for hours, with a stupid grin on his face as he replayed that moment over and over—the moment when he met her again.
That day, he took a huge gamble by revealing himself to her. It was a risky move—considering his current monstrous form, he could've easily scared or repulsed her. He could have lost her completely, lost the chance to ever see her again, and with it, any hope of breaking free from his curse.
But now, thinking back, he felt a wave of relief.
She actually... wasn't afraid of him.
In fact, instead of scaring her, it almost seemed like he...intrigued her.
What were the chances of that?
Naruto was well aware that he was not particularly lucky; he had learned not to fool himself into thinking otherwise, especially given everything that had happened leading up to this point.
Luck has never been on his side, but this...
He couldn't help but feel surprised—grateful, even.
He never imagined that revealing himself to his reincarnated lover, a moment he had dreaded for so long, would actually work in his favor.
But it did, and he was actually rewarded for it.
Naruto grinned, kicking his legs in excitement, causing his animal hide blankets to flutter around him.
Everything had gone perfectly—far better than he could have ever imagined.
Hinata didn't judge him or recoil in fear at his appearance as he had feared. Sure, she was startled at first, but there was no scorn, no insult, nothing like that witch had predicted.
Instead, she gave him something entirely different.
She shared her gifts with him, each one mesmerizing in its own way—her soft voice, her radiant smile, her joyful laughter.
She seemed so curious about him, her lavender eyes practically shining with interest. Even the gentle kindness in her smile made him feel like she didn't see him as a monster, but as someone familiar—someone she trusted.
It was all so incredibly reassuring.
Her expressions, her words, every little thing she did was now a vivid, unforgettable imprint etched into his memory. Even the simple act of her fingers running through his hair was like a soothing balm to a part of him that had been wounded for so long.
Naruto smiled, running his own clawed fingers through his hair, imitating the way Hinata had petted him.
He didn't realize how much he needed her touch, her affection until she gave it to him. It was then that he fully understood just how touch-starved he had become.
He needed that so badly.
Naruto closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, trying to relive that moment. He managed to capture some of it, but a small part of him still craved more.
He genuinely ached for that connection again, for her touch, and to see another one of her smiles.
He needed to see Hinata again—just one more time.
He had to—
"N-Naruto-san?"
Instantly, Naruto froze.
He heard it—a gentle, unmistakable voice echoing through the forest, calling his name.
His heart practically jumped to his throat, and he sprang upright from his bed of animal hides, his crimson-slitted eyes wide.
Was his mind playing tricks on him?
"Th-That can't be..." He whispered, his sharp ears straining to catch any further sound.
"Naruto-san!"
There it was again—the voice.
Naruto's breath caught in his throat as he recognized it.
It was her—Hinata.
Instantly, a jolt of exhilaration surged through him, so intense it felt like an electric current racing through every nerve in his beastly form.
He hadn't felt this happy or relieved in such a long time.
He didn't care what led Hinata to the forest or what had prompted her to call out his name. All that mattered was that she was here, so close, calling out to him—finally.
With adrenaline surging through his veins, he sprang from his makeshift bed and quickly got to his feet. The warmth of the deer and bear furs was instantly forgotten as he rushed toward the entrance of his cave.
His excitement was barely contained—he had longed for this moment, waited for it, and now it was finally happening.
Hinata's here!
On that note, he was out of his cave in a flash, his inhuman speed propelling him silently through the trees, moving with a swiftness that left no trace of his presence behind. He moved through the forest in no time, following the soft voice that called out to him.
"Naruto-san!"
Naruto drew closer and closer, until he reached the edge of the forest, only to stop mere inches from the clearing where they had first met. Because there she was—
Hinata.
She stood there, in the fading light of dusk, her figure illuminated by the soft glow of twilight—like an angel from heaven.
She wore another gown unlike anything he had seen her in before—a delicate pastel pink beauty adorned with ornate embroidery. The dress hugged her figure elegantly, flaring out at the hips with layers of fabric that rustled gently with her every movement.
Her long, midnight blue hair was styled in an elegant updo, held in place with ornamental pins and tiny gems that glistened like stars.
Next to her was Luna, if Naruto's memory served him right. The beautiful white mare stood calmly, her reins held firmly in one of Hinata's gloved hands.
Naruto gasped softly at the sight of her through the gaps in the trees.
It really was her.
"N-Naruto-san? Are you there?" Hinata called out again, her voice quivering just a little.
"Hinata-san," Naruto replied softly.
Slowly, he emerged from the shadows, the rustling of the trees announcing his presence. His heart raced as he stepped into the clearing, before her, again, his tails unfurling behind him in a graceful spiral.
Hinata whipped around, her eyes instantly widening in surprise.
But what followed was something that made Naruto's heart skip a beat.
Slowly, yet unmistakably, Naruto watched as a radiant smile—the very one he had seen countless times in his dreams—began to bloom across her porcelain face, her pearly whites gleaming as she laid eyes on him.
"N-Naruto-san," She called, her voice trailing off in a blend of awe and disbelief, as if seeing him standing before her was almost too surreal to believe.
Her face was a canvas of shifting emotions—her initial shock giving way to wide-eyed amazement, and then a deep, heartfelt recognition.
The expression on her face said it all without needing words.
It was clear that all her doubts about him—the kind fox man from the woods who healed her wounds and was indeed named Naruto—had completely vanished.
And the joy that flooded her face, in that moment, upon seeing him again was unmistakable, her expression lighting up as if she were reuniting with a long-lost friend or witnessing a cherished dream come to life.
Naruto felt the same way.
He released a deep, relieved sigh, his body frozen, crimson eyes wide as he, like Hinata, came to the realization—
This was all real , not merely a figment of their imaginations.
"You... you came back," Naruto finally managed to speak, his mind slowly catching up as he willed his lips to move after a moment of stunned silence, just staring at the beautiful woman before him. He could hardly believe his eyes—his wishes were coming true, and the realization of that fact left him overwhelmed.
He didn't know how to feel.
"Y-Yes," Hinata whispered softly, her lavender eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his heart race, "I-I-I just had to see you again," She confessed, that wondrous smile of hers never fading.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you and what you did for me." She lowered her head nervously, "There's also been this... pull I feel, and I..." She sighed deeply, taking a moment to collect her thoughts.
"I just had to come back. I needed to thank you properly."
Naruto's heart practically soared at her confession.
"Oh, Hinata-san," He whispered, another wave of relief washing over him. His tails began to wag faster, swishing through the air with loud whooshes.
"I'm so glad you told me that." He gave a thin smile, making an effort to hide his sharp teeth to avoid startling her and to better convey his happiness.
He didn't want to give her the wrong impression.
"Also...I'm really glad you came back," He added, his shoulders relaxing as he took a careful step forward.
But then, he hesitated.
He glanced up at the darkening sky, noting how late it was. He grimaced, "But...as much as I'm happy to see you again, isn't it a bit late for you to be out like this? Wouldn't someone be worried about your absence, like last time—?"
"It's okay. You needn't worry," Hinata interjected quickly, shaking her head in reassurance, "My handmaidens believe I'm simply taking a brief stroll to clear my mind. They're used to me needing some solitude now and then, so they won't be expecting me back for a while."
"Oh, that's a relief," Naruto replied, placing a hand on his chest, letting out a deep, contented sigh.
Hinata smiled, her cheeks reddening a bit.
"I, um... brought you something," She trailed off, before guiding Luna to a nearby tree. She fastened the horse's reins to a low branch, ensuring they were securely in place with an expertly tied knot. Then, with tender care, she ran her fingers through Luna's mane, smoothing the glossy strands, all while murmuring soft reassurances to the horse.
Naruto's crimson eyes softened as he stood back and just watched her—watched her in action.
The way she interacted with her horse, her patience and kindness in every movement and word, touched him deeply. He could have stayed there for hours, completely captivated and entranced by her, and it wouldn't have bothered him in the slightest. Just as he had longed to savor every moment of being in her presence again, he was now cherishing this special time he had with her.
This was everything he had ever dreamed of—being reunited with her, just like before.
But his daydream was abruptly shattered when he noticed Hinata moving, jolting him out of his dazed trance.
She turned away from her horse and faced him, revealing what was in her other hand.
Naruto's eyes widened in surprise.
She was holding a wooden basket.
Hinata's face lit up with a bright, cheerful smile that made her eyes close momentarily—a look Naruto found so adorable.
"I brought food for you," She chirped, lifting the basket into the air with a playful glint in her eye.
Naruto's eyes widened, and his snout twitched.
So that's what he's been smelling.
He knew he had caught a whiff of something delicious.
Hinata giggled at his shocked expression, taking a few steps forward, "It's just a small token of my appreciation for all you've done for me—for healing me."
Naruto was stunned. Utterly so.
It all just felt...surreal.
By now, Naruto was convinced this had to be a dream—that any second he'd awake back in his cave, and Hinata would be gone. Just the thought of it was depressing.
He tried not to dwell on that or get his hopes up too much.
Naruto shook his head, his blonde spiky hair shifting with the motion, "Y-Y-You didn't have to do this," He stammered, clearly taken aback by her generosity. It had been so long since he had felt such kindness that he had nearly forgotten what it was like—to be greeted with warmth, to see a genuine smile, to receive a gift, and to feel truly noticed.
All of this felt foreign to him now.
He didn't know how to take it.
Hinata, however, wasn't going to give up so easily.
She waved him off with a light-hearted laugh, "Oh, don't say that! It was only natural for me to show my gratitude. Your selflessness and kindness were truly remarkable—you put others before yourself, and that's something I deeply admire." She declared in glee.
"If you hadn't shown such consideration, and if I had met you under different circumstances, I might have been quite..." She paused, scanning him from head to toe. With a hesitant bite of her lip, she finished...
"frightened."
"O-Oh," Naruto gulped, taken aback.
"But now, seeing you for the sweetheart you are, I just want to make sure you're well taken care of. So please, enjoy!" She added with a playful grin, eager to share the meal she had brought.
Naruto's heart raced as he watched her.
Hinata practically skipped over to a nearby rock at the edge of the forest and set the wooden basket down. And as soon as she opened it, a wave of enticing aromas wafted through the air—scents he hadn't encountered in over a century, immediately making his mouth water.
He didn't need to look inside to know what was in the basket, but he couldn't help himself.
Naruto inched closer, his snout twitching with curiosity. Hinata helped by pulling back the covering and bringing the basket closer, giving him a better view.
"Please, help yourself. It's all yours," Hinata said, "I-I didn't know what you liked, so I just brought a little of everything." She added, bringing the basket closer with a touch of nervousness in her voice. But there was no need for her to be nervous. Because as soon as Naruto glanced inside, it felt like he'd hit the jackpot—like a beam of heavenly light was shining from the basket and onto his face. He could even almost hear angels singing in the background.
He gasped in awe, "N-No way." He whispered.
It had been ages since he'd seen such treats.
Inside, the basket was a treasure trove of delectable goodies.
There were several loaves of freshly baked bread, their golden crusts practically glowing beneath the brown parchment wrapping they were in. Alongside them was an assortment of cheeses: creamy brie, sharp cheddar, and crumbly blue cheese, each wrapped neatly in parchment as well.
The vegetables and meats were just as enticing. Fresh, vibrant carrots and crisp green bell peppers were paired with tender cuts of seasoned roast pork and savory slices of cured ham.
There were fruits, so many colorful fruits: ripe red and green apples, juicy pears, and sweet, golden mangos. These were delicacies he hadn't enjoyed in so long, as the forest where he lived couldn't offer such treasures.
And then there were the pastries—by far the most tempting: flaky croissants, tender fruit tarts, and honey-glazed cakes, each one looking more mouth-watering than the last. The spread was like a small feast, and Naruto couldn't help but be amazed at the amount of care and effort Hinata had invested in preparing it.
All for him.
Naruto felt his eyes well up with tears.
Hinata was still the same—so kind, loving, and selfless. Even for a beast, an ugly thing like him, she went out of her way to do this for him, to give him such gifts. The gesture was so thoughtful and far beyond anything he had hoped for that it left him overwhelmed.
It really is her.
He's not gonna cry. He not.
Naruto sniffed back his tears, shifting his crimson-slitted gaze from the basket to Hinata. He offered her a faint smile, "Mmm, everything smells amazing, but..." He hesitated, "You didn't have to go through all this trouble, especially bringing so much food at this hour. I'm not even that hun—"
Just then, his stomach let out a loud, embarrassing growl, cutting him off mid-sentence. Naruto's face instantly flushed red and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, trying to play it cool.
But there was no escaping it.
Hinata burst into laughter, the sound light and joyful, clearly delighted by his embarrassment.
She reached into the basket with a smile, pulling out a soft picnic blanket and shaking it open before spreading it carefully on the grass.
"It seems your stomach disagrees." She teased, her eyes dancing with amusement as she met his gaze.
"No denying it now."
There was something in her tone—soft but teasing—that made Naruto feel both flustered but at ease.
Naruto let out a sheepish chuckle, scratching his head with his claws, "Darn it, you got me," He confessed with a dramatic sigh, throwing his hands up in playful defeat, "I guess I am a bit, um, hungrier than I thought."
Hinata's gaze softened, and Naruto's did too as they stared into each other's eyes, becoming lost in their depths.
And for a moment, everything felt peaceful; like this time between them was all that mattered.
But, as with such moments, it was all but fleeting and didn't last as long as they wished.
Hinata smiled to herself before breaking eye contact. She leaned down and carefully set the open basket in the center of the blanket.
Naruto's crimson eyes drifted to the food again, the delicious aromas tempting him even more now that everything was laid out in front of them. The smell of freshly baked bread and savory meats was enough to make Naruto's stomach rumble again, and he found himself swallowing hard, trying not to give himself away a second time.
But Hinata already knew, and her bright, knowing smile was quick to greet him.
"Heard that," She teased again with a cheeky grin.
Naruto sighed, finally relenting with a smile tugging at his lips, "Alright, you win. You win!" He grumbled playfully, his frustration giving way to a grin as he was rewarded with another laugh from Hinata.
He smiled, then bowed his head in gratitude, his voice softening, "Thank you, Hinata-san. You have no idea how much this means to me."
"Aww," Hinata cooed, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. She crouched down gracefully, smoothing her dress as she settled onto the blanket.
"You're welcome."
With a warm smile, she patted the spot beside her.
"Come, sit with me, Naruto-san." Tilting her head slightly, she gave him one of her most graceful smiles.
"Let's enjoy this picnic together, shall we?"
The moment she said those words, it was all over for Naruto—his breaking point.
The tears he had fought so hard to hold back finally broke free, along with everything he had kept bottled up inside. They began to flow in a steady stream, tracing warm, glistening paths down his furry snout, and whiskered cheeks, one after another, until he was openly weeping.
He sobbed uncontrollably, his shoulders trembling with each violent spasm, his breath coming in ragged, uneven hitches.
He couldn't stop it—couldn't stop crying.
He attempted to lift an arm to shield his eyes, but the tears continued to flow, and the sobs kept coming.
Naruto was completely at a loss for words; his tears conveyed what he couldn't say, his heavy heart expressing emotions that went far beyond what words could ever capture.
Having kept his pain bottled up for so long, he was now paying the price for it. And to make matters worse, his outburst had actually startled Hinata.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she gasped, covering her mouth with her gloved hands in concern, "Oh no, don't cry. I didn't mean to—"
"N-No, it's not you, Hinata-san. It's just... this has been the best thing that's happened to me," Naruto reassured her quickly, wiping his eyes. He then offered her a grateful smile. His red eyes sparkled with unshed tears, expressing just how deeply he was moved by her generosity.
It was at that moment, he allowed himself to be hopeful again.
"I'd be honored to join you, Hinata-san."
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A Few Months Later
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Naruto was at a total loss.
He didn't know what happened or how it all came to be, but it felt like some kind of magic had woven its way into his life, transforming his once miserable days into something far brighter than anything he had ever known as a beast, all within just a few months.
Hinata's first visit, with her unexpected act of kindness, had completely caught him off guard. Now, don't get him wrong—while it surprised him, it was one of the best surprises he could have ever hoped for.
And to his amazement, it wasn't just a one-time thing.
Before he knew it, her small gestures, or, rather, her very presence had become a regular part of his day-to-day life.
At first, their meetings had started once a week, then grew to three times a week, until eventually, they were meeting every single evening—without fail.
Each evening, just as the sun began its descent, bathing the sky in gorgeous shades of orange and pink, Hinata would arrive.
Her timing was perfect, always appearing when the golden hues of the sunset softened into twilight.
Naruto found himself waiting for her right at the edge of the forest, and every time, he'd be left in awe as her silhouette, along with her horse, slowly emerged from between the trees, bathed in the last light of day.
That sight never failed to take his breath away.
Each time she came, Hinata always brought with her a lavish spread of food, the kind of feast that could rival the grandest banquet tables in any nobleman's estate. There was freshly baked bread, the fluffiest and most delicious, hearty stews that warmed him from the inside out, succulent meats cooked to perfection, and an array of ripe fruits and sweet treats that satisfied his sweet tooth like none other.
Hinata never arrived empty-handed.
At the edge of the forest, their usual spot awaited, where they'd sit and share a meal together, just like old friends.
Naruto always made an effort to be civil, not wanting to scare her off or let on just how excited he was to finally eat something other than the raw fish he'd instinctively caught or the game he'd hunted down and killed with his bare hands. The meals she brought were full of substance, love, and warmth—food that made him feel human again.
But, there were times when he couldn't help but lose control, devouring every last bite like the beast he truly was, leaving not a single crumb behind in his hunger. Yet, despite his occasional lack of restraint, Hinata never seemed to mind when he overindulged, even if he finished everything she brought in one sitting.
In fact, she would even go so far as to feed him herself, ensuring he had more than enough, constantly urging him to...
"Eat up Naruto-kun, go on!" Hinata would encourage with one of her adorable giggles.
It just left him feeling... spoiled.
Naruto hadn't realized how good it felt to be cared for like that, and soon, he found himself looking forward to these meals—not just for the food, but for Hinata's company.
For her.
As time went on, Hinata began to grow more and more comfortable with him. She began to speak openly and freely, just as she had before.
She talked about anything and everything—events from her day, her dreams, and her goals. She spoke of her likes and dislikes, her desires and her ambitions. Sometimes, she'd delve into the tiniest, most mundane details—what she had for lunch, her favorite flowers, or what she was currently studying.
Naruto didn't mind; he enjoyed listening, soaking up every bit of information about her new reincarnated life and what made her happy.
It made him happy, but it also made him feel a part of her world.
Unlike the nervous, shy Hinata he had first met, this version of her radiated confidence, as if she had fully embraced him and his beastly appearance. She looked at him with ease, completely unbothered by his twisted furry face, crimson slitted eyes, large snout, sharp teeth, claws, and multiple tails...
...all of it, all the things he had once despised about himself.
She had grown comfortable with it all.
And before long, he found himself becoming comfortable with it too. In fact, in her presence, he felt less like a monster and more like...himself.
It had been such a long time since he felt that way, and it honestly felt a bit strange.
In each of their conversations now, Hinata spoke so openly and candidly, as if she were confiding in a close friend, just pouring her sweet little heart out to him.
However, Naruto noticed that she kept certain things private, particularly about her father. She rarely mentioned him or her family in general, often avoiding the topic or steering conversations away from it altogether.
He never pressed her on the matter.
Instead, Naruto was simply grateful to be in her presence, cherishing the time she dedicated just for him.
It meant the world to him.
Every moment they spent together felt like gold, each second something to treasure. After all, it was something he'd longed for, something he'd hoped for, for over a century.
Before long, he began to share her his world too.
Slowly but surely, their meetings started to extend beyond their usual picnic spot, leading them deeper into the woods where Naruto introduced Hinata to his favorite spots. They explored hidden groves, marveled at sparkling streams and cliffside waterfalls, and wandered through breathtaking gardens.
Hinata's wonder at each new discovery was such a delight for Naruto to watch.
Her lavender eyes would gleam with excitement, her smile wide and radiant. She was always so curious, asking questions, pointing things out, and soaking up every detail of his world.
"Ooh, this is a Nelumbo nucifera, isn't it, Naruto-kun? The...lotus flower?" She exclaimed.
"Spot on, Hinata-chan! Seems like you really know your plants," He congratulated with a gleeful smile.
"You bet!" She playfully bumped her side against his, prompting him to retaliate by swinging one of his tails to swat her backside.
She huffed, "H-Hey!"
Naruto chuckled, "Do you want it?"
"P-Parden?"
"Do you want the flower, Hinata-chan?"
"Mmm," She contemplated, "it would be lovely to have, but—"
"Well then, leave it to me! I'll get it for you!"
And then there was Hinata's laughter—a joy all on its own.
Every time Naruto heard her laugh, it felt like the world around him grew ten times brighter.
That sweet, melodic sound had a way of making him forget everything—his curse, his past, and all the burdens he carried. It erased the darkness that used to suffocate him, the despair, the hopelessness, the overwhelming grief that had once consumed his soul.
In Hinata's presence, everything else vanished—only happiness remained.
It wasn't long before he started opening up in other ways too, in ways he hadn't in years. In conversation, words seemed to spill out of him almost uncontrollably, as if once he started talking, he couldn't stop.
He talked about his life in the forest, sharing all the little routines that had become second nature to him—his day-to-day tasks, and how he navigated the wilds. He sprinkled in some survival tips he'd picked up along the way, causing Hinata to go "ooh" and "aww," which he thought was really cute. He could practically feel her excitement as he talked.
He even mentioned his hunts briefly, but he skimmed over those details; he didn't want to scare her.
He answered her many questions, which were mostly about his abilities—specifically, the unusual, magical power that allowed him to heal wounds, particularly hers, with just a lick.
"So, Naruto-kun," Hinata asked, "how did you discover you had this healing ability?"
"Well," He clicked his tongue, pondering, "it was actually a bit of a surprise. I didn't even know I had this ability at first. I was injured pretty badly once, and when I licked my wounds to clean them, I noticed they healed much faster than usual." He added, "My body naturally heals quickly, but this felt different. This felt like something...more."
Hinata's eyes shot wide, "So you found out by accident?"
"Pretty much," He chuckled softly, "I've had this ability for a while, but it wasn't until recently that I figured out I could use it on others, too. I tried it out with you, and, hey, it worked."
Hinata smiled softly, a slight blush tinting her cheeks, "I remember that. I was amazed at how easily you could heal my wounds." She looked down at her smooth arm, where the gash had been what felt like ages ago.
"It's truly remarkable."
He nodded, his smile warm and appreciative.
"Yeah, truly."
During their late-night strolls through the forest, Naruto talked endlessly about various things.
He shared his hobbies with her, explaining how he spent his free time whittling small animal carvings, often using hardwoods like oak or maple to give him more of a challenge.
He also confessed that his favorite food has become the roasted pork she always brought him. It had become a small but cherished pleasure, something he eagerly waited for every time they met.
His cheeks had flushed a little as he admitted his favorite time of day was sunset. Not for the beautiful colors that painted the sky, not for the peaceful quiet that settled over the forest, but because that was the time when she would arrive.
He didn't realize how much he was sharing until he found himself looking into her eyes, waiting for her reaction.
But Hinata never once seemed overwhelmed.
Instead, her gentle smile only grew wider, her gaze warm and attentive, encouraging him to keep going. And he did—because when he was with her, the need to hold back, to guard himself, just simply...
...disappeared.
As the days went by, Naruto felt his love for Hinata grow stronger and stronger.
Eventually, he decided to invite her to his cave, a place he had never given much thought to before.
But Hinata's reaction to it certainly changed his perspective entirely.
The very moment she entered, her face lit up with wonder as she took in the inside of his cave, particularly the bioluminescent glow worms along the ceiling that created a soft, star-like radiance over every part of the space.
Naruto watched her with a mix of awe and affection as he saw how deeply the sight moved her. Her lips curled into another one of her radiant smiles, and a quiet gasp slipped out.
"Wow, so pretty! You have such a lovely home, Naruto-kun!" She exclaimed with the widest grin he had ever seen.
Her reaction, her words, were a rare treasure he could find nowhere else. It took his breath away to watch her dance around his cave, spinning beneath the glowworms' light with carefree laughter, her beautiful gown swirling around her like a mesmerizing whirl of autumn leaves.
Her joyful energy was utterly infectious, but nothing left him breathless and made his heart race like what she said next.
"Come on, Naruto-kun!" She beckoned.
"Catch me, catch me!"
Naruto could hardly believe his ears nor his eyes.
It was as if his past was replaying itself right before him, her playful invitation echoing through his once dull cave.
All he could think was...
Princess Hinata said those exact words too—his love.
Hinata ran around and around him, her laughter filling the space, until he finally gave chase.
The moment he caught her, they collapsed together onto the soft animal hides of the cave floor, both of them bursting into laughter.
In that moment, as they laughed until tears ran down their faces, Naruto set aside all his doubts and reservations about the cave. Any disdain or dislike he had for the place vanished completely in the warmth of Hinata's presence.
With her there, the cave transformed from his dreary, lonely hell into a haven full of wonder and beauty—something to cherish, not to take for granted.
Hinata's presence, her light changed his perspective completely, making him see his cave as something truly... special.
Because of this, his cave became their new sanctuary.
Just as the garden of the Konoha palace had once been their haven, his cave now served as a place where their growing friendship could flourish and, perhaps, blossom into something...more.
On yet another evening, the cave was once more bathed in the cozy, warm glow of the fire pit.
The flames danced and flickered, throwing playful shadows on the walls, lighting up the bioluminescent glow worms along the ceiling. They shone like a cluster of tiny stars up there, casting a soft, magical light that highlighted Hinata's face.
She showed up again, this time in a flowing, soft blue gown, stunning as always. Even though the gown was elegant, she didn't mind if it got a little dirty; she kept it tucked around her as she lay on the picnic blanket and rested on his lap.
Her comfort with him had grown so much that she snuggled close to him, letting him drape his tails over her like a blanket. Naruto loved how she seemed to melt into the softness of his tails, her fingers gently caressing them as if they were the most precious things in the world.
After sharing another meal together, they were comfortably full and simply basking in the joy of each other's presence.
It was quiet, peaceful.
Hinata's lavender eyes lifted to the glowworm-studded ceiling, her face lighting up with bliss.
"Oh, it's so beautiful," She murmured, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the orange fur of his tails.
"I've been here countless times, and yet I can never get used to how beautiful it is."
"Yeah," Naruto whispered, sitting cross-legged with one arm propped behind him for support. He let one clawed finger gently curl around a strand of Hinata's midnight-blue hair, "so beautiful," He repeated, his eyes never leaving her face.
A brief silence settled between them before his voice gently broke through once more.
"You know," He said, finally glancing around the cave, "I never really thought this place was anything special before. But seeing it through your eyes makes it feel... different. Like I'm seeing it for the first time."
Hinata tilted her head slightly, meeting his gaze. She smiled warmly, "Aww, Naruto-kun, it's so wonderful to hear that. It's amazing how a place can change when you share it with someone special."
Naruto nodded, playfully tapping Hinata's nose with one of his tails, causing her to giggle and snuggle closer.
He chuckled softly.
"Yeah, it really is."
Silence settled over them once more.
The fire crackled softly in the background, and above, the glowworms shimmered gently, their soft light humming in sync with their breaths; the only sounds filling the cave.
There, the two snuggled together, the outside world drifting far away, falling completely non-existent, and they were content with that.
For now, all that mattered was the warmth between them and the peaceful quiet that seemed to wrap them up.
The silence lingered until, at last, it was Hinata who broke it.
She let out a deep sigh.
"There's something I need to tell you," She began, her voice markedly softer and more vulnerable than before. She shifted from lying down to sitting up, turning her back to him.
Naruto's eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"It's about... my father."
Instantly, Naruto's smile vanished at the mention of him—Hiashi, her father.
He swallowed hard, realizing this was the first time she had ever brought him up in all their time together.
He knew her father well, or at least the former version of him. But now, with everything that's happened, any memory Naruto had of him was tainted with guilt and regret.
He vividly remembered the last time he saw Hiashi, and the last time they were in the same room—he was cursed.
Naruto struggled to keep his breathing steady.
His crimson slitted eyes wavered as they shifted back to Hinata, who was now staring over into the fire pit, deliberately avoiding his gaze.
She was silent again, too silent.
Naruto frowned, his heart pounding, "What's wrong, Hinata-chan?" He asked, concerned.
"You know you can tell me anything."
Hinata took a deep breath before speaking again. But her voice was unsteady, almost...trembling.
"W-Well, it's something that's been weighing on me for a long, long time. I'm not sure how to put it, but I just need you to understand." She bowed her head and then shook it.
"There are things about my father, a-about my life, you don't know, things that have affected me so very d-deeply."
"Oh, Hinata-chan," Naruto murmured softly.
He reached out and gently took her hand, placing it on the soft picnic blanket she had spread out over the animal hides. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, and that's when Naruto noticed her eyes were brimming with tears at the corners.
His frown deepened.
"Listen," He said softly, his brow furrowed, "You don't have to keep all that pain bottled up inside." He ran his thumb gently over her gloved hand, careful not to scratch her with his claws, "Whatever you're going through, know that I'm here for you. You're not alone in this, Hinata-chan."
Hinata gave his furry hand a squeeze, finding strength in his touch. Her breath shuddered, "Thank you, N-Naruto-kun. You have no idea how much those words mean to me. I know I should've told you sooner, but—"
"It's okay. You're okay." He responded quickly, hoping to ease her guilt, "Just tell me what's on your mind. Tell me what's bothering you, Hinata-chan." He slowly moved two of his tails forward and gently brushed her back with them, offering extra comfort and a silent reassurance that he was there for her, that she wasn't alone.
He smiled faintly, "Take your time. I'm right here, not going anywhere."
"O-Oh, Naruto-kun..." Hinata whispered softly, lowering her head again. She even closed her eyes for a brief moment. And Naruto remained silent, giving her the space she needed to gather her thoughts.
He observed as she took a few deep breaths, his tails gently brushing against her swaying body, their warmth offering the reassurance she needed to carry on.
It took a moment, but after another deep exhale, Hinata finally spoke.
"My father, the Duke, has always imposed the highest of expectations upon me," She began shakily, "As his firstborn and a lady, I'm expected to be... perfect. For him, for my family. Just something to be admired from afar, yet never understood or valued for who I truly am."
She whimpered, "A statue, nothing more."
Naruto listened closely to her words, his heart aching for her.
Hearing this... it all felt so familiar...
Princess Hinata.
She had experienced the same sense of confinement because of her father and had shared it with him back then too. Now, it seemed that in her next life, Hinata Hyūga II was going through the same struggle all over again.
It was deeply saddening.
Naruto sighed, his breath wavering, but he chose to stay silent. He didn't want to intrude or disrupt Hinata's moment.
No, not at all.
He noticed Hinata glance down at her free gloved hand and let out a deep sigh, "I'm of age now, and many high-status men are beginning to court me, hoping to be the one to win my hand. But," She shook her head, "I don't love o-or even like any of them. No matter how hard I try, I just can't bring myself to."
Naruto bit his lip, wrestling with the urge to speak.
He was eager to tell her everything—about his past and the love he had for a woman who looked so much like her it was uncanny, with the same name, voice, and features, and who was linked to her bloodline.
He wanted to help her piece it all together, to help her understand why she might find it impossible to love anyone else. Maybe, just maybe, it was because they were always meant to be together, their souls destined to find each other no matter the circumstances—whether in past lives or future ones, regardless of form or title, be it princess or knight, beast or lady.
Or maybe... she couldn't love anyone else because she had feelings for hi—
Naruto quickly dismissed that thought.
He couldn't be sure.
It might all just be wishful thinking on his part, a hope he desperately wished to see come true. Whatever the truth was, he knew he couldn't share it all with her—he feared it might overwhelm her or, worse, push her away.
So once again, he set aside his own desires, resisted every urge in him to speak, and chose to keep silent.
Instead, he chose to tighten his grip on her hand, choosing to offer her silent support. Hinata appeared to appreciate the gesture; he heard her heart flutter briefly before calming.
She continued speaking, her gaze returning to the flickering flames of the firepit, "My father insists that I marry," She murmured softly, "He demands it be done as soon as possible, to uphold our family's honor and secure our future."
Naruto whimpered, "Oh Hinata-chan."
"He doesn't seem to care about my feelings or who I truly want to be with," Hinata said, her voice quivering a bit, "It's all about who aligns most closely with our family's interests and social standing, or, to be frank, who appears more fitting with me on their arm." She bit her trembling lip, struggling to keep her emotions in check. But even with her head turned away, Naruto noticed a lone tear escaping, slipping stubbornly down her cheek.
"That's all my f-f-father cares about," She stammered, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Naruto's frown deepened, his heart aching at the sight of her in pain. Seeing Hinata cry always broke him—her sadness cut deeper than a knife itself. It wasn't something he could stand to witness, let alone hear.
Without a second thought, he reached out, the instinct to comfort her surging through every fiber of his being, driving him to act. He couldn't bear to stand by and watch her suffer any longer.
Not this time.
Not ever again.
He gently cupped her chin, guiding her face back toward him. When Hinata turned, her eyes met his, and the depth of sorrow in them struck him hard.
He couldn't stop the deep frown that crossed his beastly features.
The anguish there—in her gaze was like a blade to his heart, pulling at every emotion inside him.
If he could somehow heal her heart like he did her wounds, to wipe away the source of her pain, he would. He'd do that and so much more, but he knew that, he couldn't.
So, he settled with this...
With a single clawed finger, he gently wiped away the tear that had slipped down her cheek. His touch remained soft as he began to tenderly caress her face, his thumb gliding back and forth across her smooth skin. A faint smile curved his lips as he felt her lean into his touch, seeking comfort in it.
"I wish things were different for you," He began softly, "You deserve so much more. You should be with someone who truly makes you happy, not just someone who meets a certain standard or because your father says so."
He shook his head, "You deserve to love and be loved from the heart, not just out of duty." He bit his lip briefly, "In my eyes, you deserve the world, Hinata-chan—everything you could ever wish for." He smiled joyously.
"It should all be yours."
Naruto wanted to say more.
He wanted to tell her that he longed to be the one to give her everything. He wished to express that it was he who wanted to offer her the world, to provide her with all she desired, and to love her in the way she truly deserved to be loved.
But...
He kept his lips sealed, leaving it at that, as he gazed over at the beautiful midnight blue-haired woman cupped in his clawed hand, staring into his eyes with widened surprise, as if what he said was what she has been yearning to hear all her life.
She gasped, a trembling breath escaping her, and another tear fell from her lavender eyes, which he gently caught. He wiped it away, softly tracing the tear's path on her skin in gentle circles.
"Thank you, Naruto-kun. I kn-knew you'd understand." She sniffled, a smile beginning to form on her lips.
"I feel different when I'm with you," She confessed, her emotions pouring out as though a dam had broken, "With you, I can finally be myself," She went on, letting her heart speak freely.
"When I'm around you, all the weight of my responsibilities and all the expectations just... disappear. You make me feel like I don't have to pretend—like I don't have to hide." She leaned in, causing Naruto's breath to hitch.
"With you, I can just be Hinata, without all the burdens, without all the pain."
In that brief moment, her lavender eyes dropped to his lips, prompting his crimson, slitted gaze to follow suit, drifting down to her own.
"I've never felt this way before," Hinata admitted breathlessly, her eyes hooded, "It's as if you see me for who I truly am, and that means more to me than I can put into words."
"And you always can be," Naruto murmured, his voice soft and husky as he leaned in closer, their breaths mingling.
"With me, you can always be yourself."
He paused, his gaze softening, "Always, Hinata-chan."
Now it was Hinata's breath that hitched.
At that moment, a powerful, almost magnetic force took hold of them, drawing them closer with an intensity that neither of them had ever felt before.
Naruto could see it in Hinata's hooded eyes, the way her breath hitched and her body seemed to lean into his. It felt as though an invisible thread was drawing her to him, just as it was pulling him toward her—a force so powerful but natural that it was almost palpable.
Deep down, Naruto knew exactly what this was.
This was it—the moment he had been waiting for.
Their eyes fluttered closed, lashes brushing against their cheeks as they gave in to the electric tension between them—the magnetic pull that had always been there, ever steadily bringing them back together.
Naruto's heart raced as everything around him faded away, leaving only her in that moment—only Hinata.
"Hinata-chan," He whispered, just inches from her lips. But before their mouths could meet, Hinata suddenly pulled back, letting out a deep sigh.
"I-I should head back." She murmured, turning away. Naruto felt his heart drop, but he nodded, knowing it was for the best.
It was just too soon.
He pulled back as well, clearing his throat, "Of course," He said softly, still a bit breathless.
"I'll see you... tomorrow?"
Hinata gave him a small, sad smile that pulled at his heartstrings.
"Yes, tomorrow," She promised, her voice barely a whisper. As she moved to stand, Naruto was there in an instant, helping her up, their hands intertwining in the process.
Their eyes met, holding each other's gaze just a little longer than usual.
"Th-Thank you, N-Naruto-kun," Hinata whispered. But those words seemed to carry more weight than simple gratitude for his support as a confidant; they reflected everything he had given her—not just tonight, but in all the evenings that had come before.
Naruto gave an eager nod, giving her a big, toothy grin despite the ache in his heart.
"Of course, Hinata-chan. Anything for you."
She smiled back at him before smoothing out her gown and gathering her belongings to leave.
Side by side, they walked in silence to the edge of the forest, where Naruto stayed with her until the very end, helping her as she mounted her horse, Luna.
As she rode away, he stood there, watching her disappear into the distance with a heavy heart. The warmth of their time together and the kiss they almost shared lingered in his mind—a bittersweet reminder of how close he was to winning back Hinata's heart and breaking his curse.
He was close.
So close.
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The End Of Part #2
Chapter 36: ❦𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 #𝟑❦
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A Love Reborn
A Couple of Weeks Later
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"Ahh, now that hits the spot."
Naruto was in a great mood after finishing another refreshing swim in the lake not far from his cave. The bright sun bathed the water in a warm, golden glow, and the towering trees that surrounded the lake offered him a perfect blend of privacy and solitude.
It was his favorite spot to bathe.
After slipping into his tattered, dry clothes, Naruto shook his blonde hair vigorously to get rid of the last drops of water. He tossed his head from side to side, sending droplets flying in sparkling arcs, feeling a bit like a dog shaking off after a bath.
Once satisfied with his hair, he turned his focus to his nine tails, beginning the process of wiggling them dry. He glanced over his shoulder, instinctively urging them to sway and shake off the water clinging to their orange fur.
It was a mesmerizing sight—his tails unfurling like a spiral coil, each one swaying gracefully and releasing the water that dampened them, nurturing the earth like a soft rain shower.
He shook them out as much as he could, but unfortunately, he couldn't quite finish.
Because then, out of nowhere, he heard something.
A wail.
A gut wrenching, bloodcurdling wail.
It echoed through the trees, reaching his ears almost instantly and wiping away all the comfort he had felt from his bath. The unmistakable sound was full of pain, drawing his attention away from drying off and deep into the thick woods around him.
Every instinct in him snapped to attention.
His ears twitched wildly atop his head, and his snout sniffed the air in a frenzy. Even his fur stood up on end.
"Hinata-chan?" He whispered under his breath, his brow furrowing with concern. He recognized the voice immediately; he knew it anywhere. The voice was unmistakably hers, but this time it carried an urgency and distress he had never heard before.
He threw a quick, frantic glance at the sky, observing the gentle hues of late afternoon that signaled it was still hours before dusk—the time she usually came to see him. She never arrived this early, never ventured close to the forest during this time.
Why now?
What's going on?
A cold knot of worry twisted tighter in his stomach, gnawing at him.
But just as he tried to make sense of it all, to process the surge of anxiety flooding his mind, he heard it again—her voice, but this time, it was calling out... for him.
"Naruto-kun!!"
His breath caught in his throat, a sharp pang of fear tightening his chest.
There was no doubt about it—Hinata was in trouble, in danger.
"N-No, Hinata-chan!" Naruto whimpered in desperation.
Without a moment's hesitation, he vanished from his spot, leaving only the faintest ripple on the lake's surface and a fleeting shimmer of water droplets in his wake.
Naruto hurtled through the forest at blinding speeds, his legs moving faster than they ever had before, driven by an urgency that coursed through him like wildfire. Adrenaline surged wildly in his veins, blinding him to everything but the singular need to reach Hinata.
His senses were on high alert, heightened to the point of overwhelming him, as he strained to catch the echo of her cries reverberating through the trees—Hinata's voice calling out for him.
"Naruto-kun! Oh, Naruto-kun!"
He pushed himself to run even faster.
The world around him blurred, each tree and patch of underbrush merging into a dizzying swirl, his primal instincts heightened to an intense degree. Every fiber of his being urged him to reach her, to protect her, to ensure she was safe.
He had to get to her.
He had to.
"Hinata-chan!" He shouted in a frantic roar as he finally burst into the clearing where her cries had drawn him.
But the sight before him made his heart plummet.
Hinata was there, just as he had feared.
She stood hunched over, pressed against a tree, breathless and trembling, her gloved hand gripping the bark as if it were the only thing keeping her upright.
Her pale lavender gown was smeared with dirt, torn and frayed at the hem. Her midnight blue hair, usually so beautifully styled, was a tangled mess, falling out of place around her face. To make matters worse, one of her shoes was missing.
It was a jarring sight, so unlike her to look so disheveled; she always took great care in her appearance.
But nothing was more distressing than... her injuries.
Her cheeks and exposed arms were bruised, with angry red scratches crisscrossing her pale skin. It was clear what had happened—she had run through the forest to reach him, and along the way, sharp branches and thorns had gotten to her.
But, that alone was strange.
Where was her horse?
Why would she run all the way here?
Naruto didn't need to see anything else or ponder any further; his feet propelled him to her in an instant.
He rushed to her side, water splashing off his hair and tails as he moved.
"Hinata-chan!" He called out once more, his voice slicing through the haze of her disorientation. She whipped her head up at the sound of his voice, and relief flooded her weary face, her eyes hooded.
"N-Naruto-kun... you're here," She exclaimed in relief, her voice a fragile whisper that tugged at his heart. But before she could say anything more, she stumbled forward, prompting Naruto to instinctively reach out and catch her, pulling her close to him.
"Oh, Hinata-chan, are you okay?" He asked, his voice thick with worry as he gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against the bruises that marred her skin. He couldn't help but notice how pale she looked, her usual vibrancy dimmed. Her body quivered like a fragile leaf against him, each breath coming in shaky gasps.
His red slitted gaze shifted downward, landing on her right leg, which was twisted at an unnatural angle beneath her.
Panic surged through him.
"Your leg..." Naruto whispered, his eyes widening in horror as realization dawned.
"You've sprained it."
Without waiting for further explanation, he gently swept his arms beneath her legs and lifted her into his arms. Cradling her bridal style against his chest, he moved with caution, making sure not to put any pressure on her injured leg.
"You shouldn't be running through the forest like this," He said softly, his voice a blend of reprimand and genuine concern as he gazed down at her.
His frown deepened.
Hinata looked so fragile in his arms, her body trembling slightly as she leaned against him.
"It's dangerous here." He added, his brow furrowed with concern.
Hinata shook her head, her breath unsteady. She clutched the edges of his tattered shirt, crumpling the fabric in her fist.
"I... I had to find you," She whispered, her voice frantic, desperate.
"There's something I need to tell you, Naruto-kun. It... it's urgent."
Naruto's eyes softened.
He didn't press for details just yet; instead, he nodded, adjusted his hold to make sure she was comfortable in his arms and began walking.
He carried her onward, his steps steady and sure as he took her away from the dark depths of the forest and back toward his cave.
Their sanctuary.
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A Couple of Minutes Later
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Hinata Hyūga II.
Drip.
Drip..
Drip...
The soft sound of water echoed incessantly through Naruto's cave, like the quiet drips of rain falling from leaves after a storm. The droplets fell from unseen heights in the blue-tinged darkness, falling from the jagged stone edges to splash into shallow pools on the hide-covered floor.
This soft trickle blended harmoniously with the steady rhythm of Naruto's heartbeat, pulsing against Hinata's ear as he carried her. It should have been comforting, hearing his mighty heartbeat so close, but the chill of the air around them made it hard for her to fully embrace that warmth.
The chill was sharp and biting, slicing into her skin like a knife.
Without the crackling warmth of a fire in Naruto's cave, Hinata experienced for the first time just how cold and dark it truly was.
A shiver ran through her, her body weak and worn. Each breath left her lips in a visible puff, and with every inhale, the sting of her scratches and bruises intensified, constantly pulling her attention back to her injuries.
She was caught in an endless battle between the biting cold and the aching pain. It hurt—no doubt about that—but somehow, being in Naruto's arms made it all feel a little more...bearable.
He held her with such care, his strong arms forming a protective cradle around her, his touch so gentle it was as if he feared she might break. Even now, exhausted and in pain, being in his embrace brought a peace she hadn't felt in days—like she was safe...
...finally.
Gently, Naruto lowered her bottom onto a makeshift bed of furs he'd set up in one corner. The furs were surprisingly soft, cushioning her with a cozy warmth against the rough stone floor beneath.
He then, wrapped a thick wolf hide around her shoulders, its warmth instantly comforting her. She pulled it close, nestling into its softness, and for the first time in what felt like forever, her body began to relax, slowly unwinding.
She released a long, needed breath.
Naruto's gaze softened as he knelt beside her, carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'm going to start a fire," He said, his voice low and steady, meant to soothe her, "Don't worry, Hinata-chan. Just rest. I'll handle everything."
Those words, the very ones Naruto had just said, were exactly what she needed to hear, what her heart had been waiting for. They felt like a warm embrace, a beacon of light in her dark world, slowly but surely easing the tension in her weary body.
Hinata gave him a faint nod, her heart still racing from the panic of her earlier dash through the forest.
She watched as Naruto nodded back, before rushing off to get the job done. He quickly gathered the wood and kindling he had stored nearby, and before long, a fire was crackling in the pit. The flames flickered to life rather shyly, casting a soft, warm glow on the jagged stone walls, reflecting off of the bioluminescent glow worms above.
It took a moment, but soon enough, the fire in the pit grew larger, spreading a toasty, comforting warmth throughout the entire cave, chasing away the lingering chill in the air.
It was just what Hinata needed.
She released another breath, this time one of relief.
Naruto moved back over to her, his damp hair starting to dry in the fire's warmth. He knelt beside her once more, his eyes lowered, concern clear in his expression.
"Let me see your leg," He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he moved in closer.
But Hinata heard him clearly.
She nodded and, without hesitation, extended her sprained leg toward him, wanting to give him a better view of it. However, her sudden movement caused the torn fabric of her dress to snag on the sensitive areas of her injury.
She winced in discomfort.
"Easy there, Hinata-chan," Naruto whispered in a low, cautionary tone. He gently lifted the hem of her dress, sliding it up her legs to keep it away from her swollen ankle. He was extra cautious, making sure his claws didn't graze her skin as he did so.
Once her injury was fully exposed, he leaned in closer, his red, slitted eyes focused intently on it, working to gauge how serious the damage really was.
His brow furrowed in concern.
Hinata cast a shaky glance at her leg as well. But the moment her eyes fell on her injury, she grimaced at the awful sight that met her gaze.
The skin around her ankle was badly swollen and bruised, turning an entirely different color. Deep shades of purple and blue spread around her twisted joint, completely masking the usual pale tone of that area.
Of course, Hinata was no stranger to sprains and fractures after all her time spent riding horses, but she hadn't expected her injury to look quite this bad.
Just moments ago, the pain had been nothing more than a mere afterthought, overshadowed by her desperate need to reach Naruto. But now, as the adrenaline faded and her body settled, the ache became nearly unbearable, swelling into an unrelenting wave of throbbing pain that seemed to linger—stubbornly refusing to go away.
Hinata bit her trembling lip, "I-It's bad, isn't it?"
Naruto let out a deep sigh before nodding, albeit reluctantly.
"Yeah," He replied, not bothering to sugarcoat it.
He looked back at her, his crimson, slitted eyes filled with unwavering concern. He grimaced, "I hate to say this, but since your injury isn't a cut or an open wound, I'm not sure if I can heal it. I don't know if my abilities are capable of handling something like this, but..." He focused his gaze on her sprain again, narrowing his eyes.
"It's worth a shot."
Carefully, Naruto slipped his hand under her injured leg, lifting it just enough to get a better hold on it. Hinata bit her lip, trying to stifle a wince from the pain.
"Sorry," She heard him murmur softly.
She kept her eyes on him as he leaned in, preparing to heal her the same way he had done her arm so long ago. But just before he began, he paused, meeting her eyes with a silent question, seeking her permission to go on.
And Hinata didn't make him wait, already sensing exactly what he wanted as if she could read his mind.
She nodded, giving him the silent approval he sought.
A warm smile crossed his lips in response.
With that, she watched as he leaned in even closer, his tongue flicking out from his lips. Just a second later, she felt the gentle caress of his tongue against her skin as he carefully began to lick her injury.
The moment his warm, wet tongue brushed against her skin, a powerful shiver shot through her entire body, causing her to jolt up in her spot. She bit her lip again, doing her best to focus on anything other than the surprising pleasure of it.
It had been ages since Naruto had healed her like this, and now that they were so much closer than before, Hinata couldn't shake the feeling that the way he cared for her injury felt almost...
...intimate.
His face was just inches away, allowing her to take in every rugged detail of his fox-like features—the sharp angles of his jawline, the wild fur that covered his face, and the way his damp snout glistened as it gently brushed against her ankle. Heat radiated from his body, so intense it rivaled the very flames crackling in the nearby fire pit.
Behind him, his nine tails, slick and glistening with droplets of water, moved in slow, hypnotizing spirals, swaying gently through the air. They were as calm as he was, perfectly in sync, just as Hinata had always known them to be.
Her heart pounded as she watched his tongue move, quick and steady, gliding up and down her ankle like a serpent, tracing directly over the wounded areas, just like he'd done with her arm before. His tongue was so warm and wet, his saliva spreading over her swollen skin like jam, each slow swipe working the warmth deeper into the ache.
It sent little shivers up her spine, making butterflies flutter in her stomach.
It shouldn't have felt good.
Really, it shouldn't have.
But with each lick he gave her leg, every time his tongue slid across her skin, she couldn't help but notice how nice it felt.
She shuddered.
"Just breathe, Hinata-chan," Naruto murmured against her flesh, looking up at her with his gentle crimson eyes. He massaged her leg with his clawed fingers, giving it a light squeeze.
"I've got you."
Naruto's words didn't exactly make things easier for Hinata—in fact, they only seemed to heighten just how good she felt already.
Hinata tried her best not to focus on the oddly soothing senstation of his tongue against her skin, but instead...
Her brows furrowed as her focus shifted, her eyes drawn to something unexpected. She continued watching Naruto, her heart still racing from the warmth of his tongue caressing her ankle, but now her mind was beginning to piece together something she hadn't noticed before.
The way his tongue moved carefully over her ankle, the way the pain seemed to retreat with every swipe, and the noticeable change in her sprain—it wasn't just luck or coincidence. Now that she could see Naruto's healing in action again, she finally had the opportunity to study him and understand how he actually did it.
And as she watched him, everything began to click into place—the secret behind his miraculous healing abilities.
It was his saliva.
Hinata realized, as his wet essence slowly coated her bruised ankle, that it wasn't just soothing her skin or cleaning her injury—it was actually healing her.
Hinata let out a shaky gasp at the sight, stunned by this new...discovery.
For so long, she had lain awake at night, tossing and turning, questioning what it was that enabled Naruto to heal her arm—her wounds. During the day, she'd delve into stacks of books on the art of healing, searching for answers about how he could work such wonders.
Was it his actual tongue?
Was it something in his breath?
Or perhaps... was it his essence, the very energy flowing within him that he harnessed for healing?
Hinata had no idea.
No matter how hard she searched, she could never find a clear answer.
But now, she finally has...
His saliva was the answer.
His saliva was magic.
It seeped into her sprain, her skin soaking it up like some kind of healing balm. The pain, tension, and relentless throbbing in her leg, which had plagued her every second, began to ease, bit by bit, with each precise stroke of his tongue.
Hinata's lavender eyes widened in shock.
"N-No way! It's actually working!" She gasped in glee, "It's healing!"
Even as relief washed over her, a trace of disbelief lingered in her tone, almost too stunned to fully accept what she was seeing.
She looked down at her ankle in astonishment, watching as the angry blue and purple bruises all vanished, almost like Naruto's tongue was an eraser, just wiping all signs of her injury...away.
Gradually, her skin returned to its natural pale tone, leaving her in awe of the transformation.
Throughout it all, Naruto remained focused on the task at hand, his tongue carefully working over the last traces of her injury, while Hinata remained in a state of shock. She was still trying to wrap her head around the idea that his saliva was the secret to her healing, the notion that something like saliva could actually hold such power.
It was so...bizarre!
Curious, Naruto leaned in to check out her injury himself, and his eyes widened in shock at how much it had healed—it was nearly back to normal!
He lifted his gaze from her ankle to meet hers, his bright red, slitted eyes filled with delighted surprise.
"Well, would ya look at that!" He exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, clearly thrilled that his efforts were paying off.
Hinata let out a soft laugh, her voice light and cheerful, "Oh, Naruto-kun, you did it! You really did it!" Her eyes sparkled with admiration.
"You never needed to doubt yourself, not even for a second!"
A warm, grateful smile blossomed on her face, "You really are amazing, Naruto-kun," She whispered, marveling at him and then at her healing ankle. She shifted it a bit, surprised by how much lighter and pain-free her leg felt.
The sensation was almost surreal—like another miracle.
A red blush spread across Naruto's whiskered cheeks, just under the orange fur, at her compliment, his smile a bit sheepish.
Hinata giggled at the sight; it was just too adorable.
"Ah, don't flatter me," He said rather quickly, waving her off, "I'm just doing what I can."
He rubbed his clawed thumb gently over her ankle, working the saliva deeper into her skin. As the last remnants of her injury disappeared, he leaned back, satisfied.
"How does that feel?"
Hinata flexed her bare foot, slowly wiggling her toes and gently rotating her ankle. To her delight, the ache that was there had vanished, the bruises had faded, and the blue tint that once marred her skin had completely disappeared. Even her ankle had shifted back to its normal position, no longer twisted or bent.
It was as good as new.
Hinata quickly raised her head, her eyes lighting up with pure joy as she gazed back at Naruto.
"It feels... perfect." She said, a bright smile spreading across her face.
At that moment, Hinata found herself completely captivated by his crimson slitted eyes, losing herself in them. She couldn't help but admire him—not just for the care he had taken in healing her wound, but for everything he was.
His damp, spiky blonde hair lightly brushed against his furry face, and his warm, gentle smile never wavered as he just gazed up at her from his knees. He was clearly proud of himself, genuinely happy to see her all healed up.
Her heart fluttered, overwhelmed by an appreciation so deep she could hardly put it into words.
She genuinely treasured moments like this with Naruto—those quiet, tender times that seemed to stretch on endlessly, where everything felt just right in the world. Being near him, simply basking in his presence, filled her with a warmth that washed away all her worries, leaving her feeling safe and at peace.
She had never felt anything like that before.
Not with anyone else in her entire life.
Every time Naruto helped her, every time he smiled, held her hand, or whispered that everything would be okay, it felt like a quiet promise that he'd always be there for her, ready to protect and heal her no matter what.
Just that thought warmed her heart more than anything else.
But it also reminded her...
With that thought, Hinata's face fell in an instant, and just like that, the pain from before returned with full force, overwhelming her senses. She struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over, blinking rapidly, trying to stop them.
She let out a shaky, uneven breath.
"Naruto-kun, there's something... something I need to tell you."
Naruto's smile faded the moment he caught the change in her tone—the sadness there unmistakable. His hands stilled mid-motion, halting their search for any other wounds on her body that needed attention.
He shrunk back on his knees.
"Wh-What is it, Hinata-chan?" He asked with a furrowed brow, his tone hesitant, almost afraid of what she might say.
Hinata took another shaky breath, her hands quivering a bit in her lap.
The burden of the bad news she needed to share felt like a heavy stone pressing down on her chest, the same reason she had raced through the forest to find Naruto now filling her with anxiety—dread.
Her breaths came in shallow, quick bursts, as though the weight of it all was stealing the air straight from her lungs. Cold sweat trickled down her back, her fingers trembling as she sat there, uncharacteristically speechless.
This was...strange for her.
It wasn't like her to be lost for words or feel so out of sorts. Usually, she could always find a way to express what needed to be said, but now—when it mattered most—her mind was completely blank, the words she needed stuck somewhere deep inside, weighing heavy on her heart.
The silence between them stretched on and on, each second only amplifying her dilemma. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, breath hitching as she desperately tried to find the right words to say—to tell him.
But she knew she couldn't hold it in any longer; she couldn't keep this from him.
Naruto had to know.
With a soft whimper, Hinata gathered all the courage she could and just blurted it out.
"I'm to be married... in three days' time."
Those words felt like poison as they escaped her lips, heavy and bitter. After speaking them, Hinata couldn't bear to meet Naruto's gaze, her eyes glued to her lap. Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her stained dress, her heart pounding so loudly that it drowned out everything else.
She knew this news would break him—just as it had broken her. Just saying it, letting those wretched words leave her lips, felt unbearable—painful.
Anxiety and sorrow gnawed at her, tightening their grip and dragging her into a suffocating darkness that felt inescapable. Each passing second made it much more difficult to breathe, as if the walls of her world were closing in, tighter and tighter around her.
For what felt like an eternity, there was nothing but silence between them.
Naruto didn't say a word, and Hinata couldn't bring herself to either.
But as the seconds dragged by, Hinata, however, forced herself to gather enough courage to lift her head. Slowly, hesitantly—she looked up, needing to see how Naruto reacted to the words she'd just spoken.
But when her eyes finally met his, the look on his face shattered her heart into a million pieces.
He sat there, frozen, staring at her as if he couldn't fully grasp what she had just said. He looked on the verge of tears, his crimson, slitted eyes wide and glistening as they searched her face, hoping desperately to find some hint that this was all a bad dream.
Every part of him seemed to reveal how deeply her bad news affected him, laying bare the full extent of his reaction—his pointed ears twitched before drooping low, his snout creased, and his lips pulled into a sad little pout.
Even the pace of his nine tails was different now. They flickered and curled anxiously behind him, moving so quickly they looked almost like flames.
Yet nothing compared to the silent plea in his eyes, which made her heart ache even more. The longing reflected there was heart-wrenching, those teary crimson eyes of his silently begging her to take it all back, to say it wasn't true, that somehow, everything could go back to the way it was.
It was utterly heartbreaking.
Hinata felt tears building in her own eyes.
"Wh-Wh-What?" Naruto finally spoke, his voice nothing but a hoarse whisper.
"My father," Hinata started, swallowing hard as nervousness knotted in her throat, "is forcing me into an arranged marriage." The words felt so heavy, it was as if her whole body resisted, making it a struggle just to get them out.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to gather her courage again before continuing, "He made all the preparations without telling me. He said he's grown tired of my..." Her voice shook as she paused, a single tear slipping down her face.
"...hesitations."
Her confession lingered in the air, thick and almost suffocating, long after the words left her lips. A lump began to form in her throat, and once again, the struggle to keep her tears at bay intensified, but she fought with all her strength to hold them back.
But it was so difficult—so very difficult.
Every breath felt like it took everything she had, and the emotions swirling inside her made it difficult to focus, speak, or even think clearly.
She wiped her tear-streaked cheek with the back of her gloved hand, desperate to regain some sense of control, but the pain refused to loosen its grip.
Instead, it only tightened.
Especially when Naruto began to speak.
His eyes widened in disbelief, and he shook his head slightly, as if trying to reject her words, "Hinata-chan, no... this can't be happening. There has to be a way to stop this, something we can do."
"You don't understand," Hinata sobbed, shaking her head, "it's already been decided, and the wedding day is approaching fast."
She sighed shakily, "My father made sure of that."
"No... H-Hinata-chan..." Naruto stammered, tears lingering just on the brink of spilling.
"It gets worse," She whimpered, lowering her head back into her lap, her safe space, barely able to meet his eyes.
"Worse? How could it possibly get any worse than this?" He exclaimed in a frenzy, his voice trembling, struggling to find the strength to brace himself for more.
Hinata wasted no time sharing everything, determined to leave nothing unsaid.
"The man I'm being forced to marry... is a prince." Her voice faltered as she confessed, her chest tightening.
"His name is Toneri Ōtsutsuki... Lord Toneri."
Naruto's eyes widened.
Desperate for comfort, Hinata reached out and took hold of Naruto's clawed hand, her gloved fingers wrapping tightly around it.
She let out a deep sigh, searching for reassurance and safety in his grip, hoping that his presence would help ease the burden of everything else she had to say.
"Lord Toneri is a man defined by his power, his territory, and his wealth—gold that seems to have captured my father's interest. Yet he wields these possessions with a cruelty that knows no bounds. He is dangerous, Naruto-kun." Hinata insisted, striving to convey the gravity of her situation to him, "Lord Toneri governs his lands through fear, meting out punishment to anyone who dares to defy him without a trace of mercy. And now... now he wishes to make me his bride."
Her expression became increasingly fractured, fearful, with each word she spoke, reflecting the anguish she had felt earlier when she was frantically running through the forest, calling out his name like a woman possessed.
"Naruto-kun, I cannot bear the thought of marrying him—not now, not ever."
Naruto turned his gaze away, baring his razor-sharp teeth, "How could your father do something like this?" He muttered, fury and disbelief roughening his voice.
Hinata whimpered, her lavender eyes glistening with fresh tears.
"He insists it's for the honor of our family, claiming that this alliance is essential for our survival, so he's willing to overlook Toneri's... indiscretions. Yet," She sobbed, clutching his clawed hand tighter, "Lord Toneri is more than just cruel, Naruto-kun. He is truly twisted. I've heard dr-dreadful tales of the fates that befall those who incur his displeasure."
Hinata lowered her head, memories of the tales she had both read and overheard flooding back.
She sniffled, "There was a merchant... Hiroshi Tanaka," Her voice quivered as she fumbled over her words, "He defied Lord Toneri...just refused to bow to him, that's all." She took a hard swallow, before continuing, "But because of that... his entire family was imprisoned. Every single one of them, just for that one act of defiance; for not showing Lord Toneri the respect he believed he deserved."
She bit her trembling lip, memories of more frightening tales flooding her mind—crimes committed by the man she was soon to marry, "And then... there's the story of Lady Aiko, his former handmaiden. " She whispered, curling into herself." She refused his... advances, and for that, she was exiled—stripped of everything she had—just for saying no to him."
Tears of fear started to well up in her eyes, "And when the Kingdom of Kusagakure challenged him, he had their lands burned, and those who survived were forced into servitude—into slavery."
Naruto's eyes widened further, his expression becoming more and more horrified with each passing second.
A shaky hiccup escaped her lips, "That's the kind of man Toneri is, and if I were to become his wife..." Her breath hitched hard, the horror of her thoughts making it hard to finish her sentence.
"No," Naruto growled, his anger barely contained, "You can't marry him. I won't allow it." He shook his head vigorously like a madman, his spiky blonde hair swaying wildly.
"No, not to you. Not again."
Hinata was so consumed by her emotions that she hardly registered the last of his frantic words. Her mind was too scrambled, her heart too shattered.
She shook her head, her lips trembling.
"I don't want to marry him. I don't want to be with anyone else."
"Damn it," Naruto cursed, oblivious to her desperate whispers. He ran his thumb along her gloved hand, gently massaging the back of it, "Hinata-chan, it'll be okay. We'll figure something out—"
"I want to be with...you."
Naruto's entire being froze as his keen ears caught her words, her confession.
His eyes shot wide, so wide it seemed like they might just pop out of his head, his earlier words stalled, frozen on his lips.
He shot his head up, gazing into her glossy eyes in disbelief, struggling to process what he had just heard.
"Wh-What did you just say?" He muttered, nearly speechless.
Hinata sat there, barely able to comprehend the weight of her own words, yet in that moment, nothing felt more right.
Tears sparkled in her eyes as she smiled, using her other gloved hand to grip his tightly. She brought their hands closer, pressing them against her chest.
"Naruto-kun, I've held onto this secret for far too long," Hinata whispered, shaking her head.
"I can't hide how I feel anymore. I want you to know everything."
Her heart raced like a hummingbird's wings as she guided his hands into her lap, then lifted her own gloved hands to cradle his face instead. She pulled him closer, basking in the warmth that radiated from his skin.
Even with his beastly appearance—all the fur, the tales, the whiskers, the sharp teeth and claws, the wild spikes of his blonde hair, and the fierce glint in his crimson eyes—Naruto looked absolutely perfect to her.
Every so-called flaw, every quirk, felt like part of the magic that made him who he was—her healer, her protector, her friend, and now...
...the one she longed to have by her side.
"Hi-Hinata-chan, you..." Naruto murmured, the only words he could manage.
She giggled softly, a flutter of happiness washing over her as she noticed Naruto still in shock, his wide eyes fixed on her, unable to find his voice to speak.
"I know this might sound crazy," Hinata said, shaking her head vigorously, her tousled midnight blue hair brushing against her cheeks, "but everything inside me—my heart, my soul... they're all screaming to be with you, Naruto-kun." She confessed again, emotions she had long held back now flooding her body, chasing away the fear and sorrow that was once there.
"O-Oh, Hinata-chan," Naruto murmured, his voice cracking. Without a second thought, she reached up, gently brushing away a tear that had slipped down his cheek, the salty drop soaking into his fur.
"I-I had no idea. I never knew you felt like this. I-I can't even—" Naruto stammered, his words spilling out in a rush of joy.
Hinata's lips curved into a gentle smile, warmth flooding her chest, "Well, of course," She said softly, "You make me feel safe, Naruto-kun. In a world that often feels so harsh and lonely, you make me feel like I'm not alone." Her smile brightened.
"You make me feel happy."
Naruto's eyes widened in shock, once again.
But then, his shoulders slumped, and he shook his head.
"But, I always thought... you'd end up with someone else—not, well... me." He gestured to all of his beastliness—his flaws and all—the kind that would typically send anyone else running for the hills.
But not her.
Hinata lowered her head, letting out a deep sigh, "I-I have to admit, I used to think that too." She confessed, a bit bittersweetly, "But my heart told me otherwise. Even when I tried to push those feelings aside, it would always betray me—racing whenever you were near or even just at the mere thought of you."
She shook her head, her gaze searching his face before falling lost in his eyes.
"Every day..." She whispered blissfully, gently running her gloved fingers through his wild hair and she watched as he purred.
"Every night," She said, a blush spreading across her cheeks, "As I eat, as I sleep, during my studies... even when I'm with a suitor, all I can think about is you—meeting you, seeing you, being with you. Even in my dreams..."
Her voice softened, a slight tremor in it, "You'd be there too," She confessed, her mind drifting to the recurring dreams she often had, where he always seemed to appear, night after night.
She bit her lip.
"But everything was so much different then." She trailed off, "You weren't a beast; you were... a man—a knight..."
Lost in her confession, Hinata didn't notice how her words truly affected Naruto. She didn't notice the way his breath hitched or how his eyes widened with emotions he could barely hold back. She simply allowed her heart to speak, pouring out every hidden feeling, every word she had kept bottled up for so long.
"And I would be a princess," She continued on, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red, "I know it sounds silly, but I had that dream almost every night... of us together, like this. And in that dream, we were so..."
"Happy," Naruto completed for her in a breathless whisper.
His eyes remained fixed on hers, as if he could hardly believe that she was real and that what she was saying was true.
"Oh, Hinata-chan."
Slowly, Naruto lifted his trembling clawed hand to cup her cheek, his fingers gliding over her skin with a gentleness that belied his beastly nature, as if he feared she might disappear. She leaned into his touch, placing her hand over his to reassure him that she wouldn't.
"Every day, every night, I thought of you and dreamed of you, too," He murmured, his thumb softly brushing her cheek, his eyes sparkling with a deep, unspoken emotion that Hinata had never seen before.
"I always believed you were just a dream I could never reach, a wish that would never come true—that you were never meant for me."
Naruto sniffed, more tears spilling down his face, but Hinata quickly wiped them away.
"I've dreamt of this moment, time and time again. You have no idea how long I've waited for it, and now..." He grinned, proudly showing off his razor-sharp teeth, joy glimmering in his crimson, slitted eyes.
"It's finally come true."
Naruto let out a happy laugh, tears flowing down his face, leaving glistening trails in their wake. Hinata gently wiped each tear away, her fingers softly gliding over his furry skin, as if trying to soothe the pain he had carried alone for so long.
Naruto sniffed, his voice shaking, "I haven't felt this happy in... so long." His lips quivered as he nestled his face closer to her hand, pressing a tender kiss to her palm.
"Thank you, Hinata-chan. Thank you."
At that moment, his gaze softened, shifting into something so deep it stole Hinata's breath away. There was an intensity in his eyes, a look she had never seen before, filled with admiration and an overwhelming sense of relief—as if she were the light he had been searching for, the one who had pulled him from the shadows and restored his joy.
Without words, his look conveyed everything he felt, a silent confession that spoke louder than any words could.
"You saved me, Hinata-chan." His eyes told her.
A joyful smile blossomed on her lips, her heart warmed by his happiness, practically leaping for joy in her chest.
Tears gathered in her own eyes, completely captivated by the beauty of his smile.
This—seeing Naruto truly happy—was all she had ever wanted.
It made her happy.
In that moment, a single, powerful desire swept through Hinata—a deep, all-encompassing yearning that consumed her mind, body, heart, and soul, urging her to give in—to kiss him.
"Oh, Naruto-kun," Hinata whispered, her heart finally at peace.
"Hinata-chan," Naruto breathed, his eyes locked onto hers, reflecting the same longing she felt deep inside.
This time, Hinata didn't shy away.
Instead, a rush of courage flooded her, pushing her to bridge the gap between them—once and for all.
And she did.
With her heart racing and every instinct pushing her forward, Hinata leaned in, finally giving in to the desire inside her, the pull that had always been there.
She shut her eyes, closed the gap between them, and finally pressed her lips gently to Naruto's.
The moment their lips met, it was as if a spark of electricity surged through their bodies—powerful, raw, and beautiful, like fireworks exploding deep within their souls.
Everything came to a standstill—time, space, and matter all seemed to pause, as if the universe itself was holding its breath to witness this long-awaited moment, celebrating their union. And in that long, transformative moment, emotions unlike anything they had ever experienced before surged between them, resonating powerfully as they both felt it echo...
"At last."
Their kiss started gently, tentative, as if they were both testing the waters. But as they sank into the warmth of each other, and the realization of the moment settled in, the feelings within them grew stronger. The initial hesitation soon melted away, and the kiss deepened, becoming more intense, more passionate.
Hinata's fingers found their way into his blonde hair, tangling in the wild, damp strands, pulling him even closer as the heat between them grew. Naruto responded eagerly, his strong arms wrapping around her body, pulling her closer, as though afraid she might slip away again.
The gentle crackling of the fire was the only sound in the cave, but even that seemed to fade away as the world around them vanished. All that remained was the warmth of their embrace, the bliss of their lips against one another's, and the flood of emotions they had kept buried for so long.
Naruto gave his head a tilt to deepen the kiss, eager to savor her lips a little more, and Hinata instinctively followed his lead, gliding her lips against his with each bob of her head.
With every brush of his lips against hers, she found herself becoming more and more addicted to the delightful warmth that enveloped her, by the pleasure that consumed her.
Her heart fluttered.
Naruto's lips were incredibly warm—she found herself craving them more and more. She had never imagined that kissing him could feel this extraordinary, surpassing any other feeling she'd ever known.
But it truly did.
The warmth of his breath, his intoxicating earthy scent, and the soothing heat of his arms wrapped around her felt like pure heaven, like she was drifting away in a dream.
All her fears...
All her doubts...
And even her sadness... all of it simply drifted away.
What remained was pure unadulterated joy, a feeling she had always longed for.
Now, all she wanted was to sink even deeper into that feeling, deeper into him.
Hinata could sense that Naruto felt that way, too.
Everything he was, everything he had kept buried inside, was there in that kiss—the longing, the pain, the hope, and the raw need for her. He was pouring his soul into it, offering her everything he had, everything he had held back for so, so long.
The very depth of his emotions was enough to make tears well up in Hinata's eyes.
Tears of joy.
All the unspoken words, the love that had quietly flourished, the fears that had weighed on them, and the dreams they had dared to hold onto—all of it rushed forward in this moment.
Nothing else mattered—not her upcoming marriage, not her father's opinion, not what anyone else might think or the possible consequences of their actions.
None of it mattered.
Now, it was just the two of them, finally together, allowing themselves to embrace the feelings that had always been just beneath the surface.
Before long, the kiss grew more heated, more desperate, and hands began to wander.
Naruto's clawed fingers followed the curve of her back over her dress, drawing her petite frame closer as if he wanted to erase all distance between them.
At the same time, Hinata's gloved hands glided down, tracing the firm, fur-covered muscles of his chest, exposed by his tattered shirt, reveling the warmth his body radiated, even through the fabric of her gloves.
She was about to touch him further when a daring thought crossed her mind. Hinata hesitated for a moment, weighing the potential risk before deciding to push forward. Gently, she ran her fingers back up his body, then, pulling away, she let them glide up the fabric of her dress, stopping when they reached the familiar curve of the straps at the back.
Before she fully realized what she was doing, her fingers tugged at the straps, the soft snap of the fabric releasing breaking the quiet of the cave.
Naruto's eyes flew open at the noise, and he quickly pulled back from the kiss. His gaze widened, and a startled gasp slipped from his lips as he watched her begin to undress.
"Hi-Hinata-chan," He whispered, breathless.
"Wh-What are you doing?"
His gaze lifted as she rose to her feet, standing tall above his kneeled form. Her hands moved lower, pulling more of the straps loose.
"Something I want for a change," She replied, her voice calm and steady, even though her heart raced like crazy in her chest, echoing in her ears. The way Naruto looked at her made her skin hot and her thoughts swirl, but it felt good—both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
A deeper flush spread across her cheeks as she heard Naruto chuckle.
"And what is it that you want?" He asked, slowly rising to his feet as well, his tall frame now looming over her. His blonde hair fell messily over his eyes, casting a shadow that made his gaze seem even more intense. The sight made her heart skip a beat, her pulse quickening as his piercing eyes bore down into hers.
"I want you," She confessed, gazing up at him, the truth spilling from her lips like a long-held secret.
"I want you to see all of me, Naruto-kun."
Taking a deep breath, Hinata slipped her tattered gown off her shoulders, letting it drift down to pool softly around her feet on the hide-covered floor.
There, she stood in her undergarments, feeling both exposed but free.
The warm air from the fire caressed her skin, heightening her senses, but it was the way Naruto's eyes widened in awe of her that truly set her body ablaze.
"Kami, you're so beautiful, Hinata-chan." He murmured breathlessly, the words slipping out as if beyond his control.
Hinata's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she caught him staring, motionless, not even blinking or breathing. He only stared at her, taking in every inch of her bathed in the warm glow of the firelight in his cave.
For the first time, she stood completely exposed under someone else's gaze—not just her maids', and certainly not just anyone's.
But Naruto's.
The beast who had stolen her heart—the one who occupied her thoughts day and night, casting a spell over her entire existence.
The very feeling was electrifying, awakening something inside her that made her feel... alive.
She watched him intently, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest as his eyes slowly traced her body from head to toe.
Dressed only in her undergarments—sacred articles of clothing she had been taught never to reveal to just anyone—she now bared to him.
Her corset hugged her curvy torso snugly, made from a soft, gentle white fabric that shimmered in the flickering firelight. The tightly tied strings at the back cinched her waist—a feeling she usually despised, but now she felt grateful for it, as it brought out her alluring hourglass figure, lifting up her creamy pale breasts for Naruto's hungry gaze to feast upon.
Beneath the corset, she wore a sheer ivory cotton chemise, embroidered with lace trim, its long sleeves gently billowing at her wrists. Her petticoat, a soft pale lavender with tiny floral patterns, swayed gracefully around her hips, flaring out just enough to reveal glimpses of the pastel layers beneath.
The light, airy fabric brushed against her thighs, tickling her and heightening her awareness of every sensation. She felt acutely aware of how exposed she was, each flutter of Naruto's gaze sending delightful shivers down her spine.
He bit his lip, letting out a deep, primal moan that made her lady parts feel...weird.
"Mmm, look at you," He growled, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he took another slow, appreciative glance up and down her body.
He stepped closer, bridging the gap until his chest pressed solidly against hers. His tails swirled around them, two of them rushing forth to slip down the sides of her body, wrapping her in their soft, furry warmth.
Hinata let out a blissful sigh.
Gently, Naruto lifted one clawed hand to cup her chin, tilting it so her lavender eyes locked with his fiery crimson ones.
"My perfect hime." He whispered.
Before she could say a word, he closed the distance between them, and he took the initiative this time, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She melted into the kiss almost immediately. But just as she started to lose herself in the sensation, she felt his two tails from earlier coil around her waist, lifting her effortlessly off her feet.
In a blink of an eye, she found herself snug against his waist, enveloped in the strength of his hands.
A startled gasp escaped her lips, which quickly transformed into a light-hearted giggle as Naruto playfully tumbled them both onto the fur-covered bed behind her. He gently guided her onto her back, his body pressing against hers as he settled on top of her.
From that moment, his kisses became more intense—wilder.
He pressed his lips against hers with an intensity that left her breathless, her head rocking back again and again against the soft hide beneath her. But he didn't stay there for long; he pulled back from her lips just enough to trail kisses down her neck, drawing soft moans from her lips.
"Ooh, N-Naruto-kun," She gasped, her voice quivering as she felt the warmth of his tongue and lips against her skin. Breathless moans slipped from her—sounds she hadn't realized she was capable of—as his tongue glided over the scratches marring her body, leaving a warm, tingling sensation in its wake.
His tongue traveled over every wound he found—her neck, her shoulders, her arms—tracing each scratch from top to bottom. He showered her with affection, and he made sure to take his time as he did so.
With each stroke, he didn't just heal her wounds; he wiped them away entirely, the pain vanishing as if it had never existed, replaced by waves of pleasure so intense they felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before.
It felt so good.
A sweet tightness began to build in her groin, a tingling sensation settling between her thighs, urging her to clamp her legs tighter around his waist.
"Y-Yes. Right there."
"Here?" Naruto whispered hotly, his tongue tracing the curve of her collarbone, following a long, red scratch there. He hummed in satisfaction as it vanished the moment he pulled back.
She nodded eagerly, melting beneath his tongue, his body, "Y-Yes... just like that, Naruto-kun," She moaned in bliss.
"Please, keep going..."
And she got her wish, as the pleasure only intensified when his hands began to roam her body, moving carefully to avoid causing any further scratches with his claws. Naruto traced every curve of her body through the fabric of her undergarments, ensuring not to miss a single one.
His hands glided over the soft contours of her exposed breasts, feeling the gentle swell at the top where they peeked enticingly above her corset. He traced the delicate curve along the smooth slope of her cleavage, moving down the fabric that hugged her heaving stomach.
She moaned, shuddering.
His fingers, his claws brushing lightly over her body were just so tingly, making her shudder with every little reaction to his touch.
His fingers continued their journey, marveling at how her waist dipped inward before flaring out at her hips, exploring her with a tender reverence that had her yearning for more—so much more.
"What about here?" Naruto asked softly, his clawed fingers slipping beneath her petticoat to tease the insides of her thighs with gentle tickles, trailing his fingertips along her skin, without going any further.
"Can I touch you here?"
For a fleeting moment, she felt his fingertips softly graze her most intimate area. It was a featherlight touch—barely noticeable—but it clearly conveyed his intentions before he pulled away.
It caused her breath to hitch.
He lifted his head to meet her gaze, his eyes locking with her shimmering lavender orbs, silently asking for her permission, as he always did, before moving forward. Her chest heaved against the constricting fabric of her corset, her breasts straining to break free.
Hinata panted, her fingers tracing along his neck, getting lost in his wild blonde hair—her favorite place.
"Yes, touch me. T-Touch me there, Naruto-kun."
She observed him nod, eager to obey.
He turned his head, planting kisses along her outstretched arm. Once, then again, he kissed her skin, all the while maintaining eye contact with her.
"As you wish, my love."
Her breath grew shaky as she felt his fingers traveling higher, sliding up her thigh, teasing the sensitive skin beneath her petticoat. Higher and higher until—
"Ooh yes, N-Naruto-kun," Hinata gasped in surprised bliss, her body convulsing as his fingers finally found their way to a place she'd never been touched before.
Her delicate lady parts.
Sensations unlike anything she had ever experienced surged so powerfully through her as his clawed fingers glided over her covered slit. Her breath grew shallow, her senses lit up, and her body felt like it had been electrified, coming to life.
His touch was so gentle and tender, as it always was, but this time, it felt different—transformative. It opened her up to what it truly felt like to be touched so intimately, especially by him.
The firelight flickered across his whiskered face, creating playful shadows in his eyes as he observed her reaction to his touch. His smile widened into an even bigger grin, met with the love reflected in her gaze.
She panted, nodding eagerly, "A-Again," She gasped, breathing in the warm cave air, her glossy lavender eyes locked on him, brimming with pure desire.
She watched as he smiled and nodded, and did just what she requested—he touched her again.
Slowly, his fingers began to trace back and forth along her slit, knuckles brushing against her rustling petticoat. She shuddered, her fingers clinging onto his blonde hair strands while her other hand shot up to clutch his shoulder.
"Does this feel good?" Naruto asked, his voice low and husky.
Hinata's breath hitched, her body trembling beneath his own, "Y-Yes... Naruto-kun, that feels... amazing," She whispered, barely able to speak through the pleasure coursing through her.
Naruto leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear, "Good. Because, I intend to make you feel even better."
Her body jolted as his lips met her skin once more, not to heal her wounds—he had already done that—but this time to claim her. Each press of his lips against her sensitive flesh left behind marks of his affection, love bites that told her he was here...
....and here.
He trailed affectionate marks along her neck, making sure each gentle nip was tender and every precise press of his lips held intention. As he did, he maintained eye contact with her, never looking away. The way he gazed at her made Hinata feel like the only woman in the whole, wide world.
It made her heart swell with joy unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
She squirmed beneath him, a delightful mix of soft giggles and breathless moans escaping her lips. Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed, sucked, and caressed her beneath the soft glow of his cave, showing her a level of intimacy she had longed for—one-on-one, just from him—from Naruto.
Hinata watched him with bated breath as he lowered his head, placing a tender kiss along the curve of her breast, just above where it strained against her corset. He trailed warm kisses down the delicate slope, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath his lips until he could go no further, his kisses brushing against the tight fabric that held her in.
He looked up at her, his crimson eyes warm and smoldering, lighting a fire inside her that made her squirm, "Do you want me to take this off?" He asked softly, his clawed fingers dancing lightly over the lace of her corset.
"And what about this..." He trailed his fingers down to her fluffy petticoat, gently caressing the fabric, "Is it okay if I take this off too?"
Hinata could hardly think now, her heart racing, hormones firing, and emotions spiraling out of control.
All doubt had disappeared, reason had crumbled, and any sense of right or wrong had vanished. All that was left now was desire. And that feeling left no room for hesitation, or regret.
No, absolutely nothing else.
Hinata said she wanted him to see every part of her, and she meant it with every fiber of her being.
So...
Without a second to lose, she nodded and pulled him close on top of her, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. Her gloved hand slid down to gently caress his furry cheek, feeling the warmth of both his fur and skin beneath her fingertips.
"Yes, all of it. Take it all off, Naruto-kun."
"Mmm, what the lady wants," He replied with a grin, leaning in to playfully tug at the front of her glove with his teeth. In one quick motion, he yanked it off her hand and tossed it away, leaving her hand bare.
"What the lady gets."
Hinata giggled, only to let out a moan as he leaned down to press his lips against hers, stealing yet another kiss.
Not that she minded at all.
She mewled in delight, her hand gliding down his back, humming as she felt the softness of one of his tails brush against her fingertips.
He pulled back, their lips making a sloppy smack as he did so.
"Mmm, now then, let's get you out of those clothes, Hinata-chan."
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|N|
At last.
At long last, Hinata was his once again.
It felt almost too good to be true, like a dream he never wanted to end. He still couldn't believe how he, an ugly ole beast, had managed to win the heart of someone as perfect as her...
Again.
For so long, he'd felt like a stranger in his own skin, a creature cast into a world long since abandoned him.
A world where no one cared if he lived or died.
He always believed he was destined to walk alone, forever cursed to never feel love's warmth again—to never again be loved by the woman who gazed into his eyes now.
Yet here she was, against all odds, cradled in his arms.
Her gentle breaths and the quick, steady rhythm of her heartbeat, perfectly in sync with his own, were all the proof he needed to know that this wasn't a figment of his imagination—wasn't some fleeting dream.
This was real.
Hinata was here, truly here with him—her warmth, her soft moans, and her every whispered word of love and devotion anchoring him in a reality he'd once believed was only a fantasy.
Yes, this was real, indeed.
And he was determined to savor every moment of it.
Hidden away from the outside world, they lay tangled together on the cool, rugged floor of his cave, side by side, facing each other. Their legs were intertwined, bare skin pressing against fur.
A gentle, blue glow from the bioluminescent worms above bathed them in light, like stars shimmering in the night sky. The warmth of the animal hides wrapped around them like cozy blankets, the soft fur tickling their skin as they exchanged yet another passionate kiss, unable to resist the pull of each other's lips.
The flickering firelight from the nearby pit danced over them, casting gentle shadows that played across their completely bare bodies, revealing everything—their imperfections and vulnerabilities alike.
Reluctantly, Naruto pulled back from their kiss, lowering his head to nuzzle Hinata's neck, his breath warm against her skin. A soft hum of contentment escaped him as he felt her naked body arch into his, practically melting against his powerful, beastly frame.
He looked over at her, unable to wipe the goofy grin off his face.
He marveled at the way Hinata looked now—healed and radiant, with not a single scratch left on her skin. He had taken his time, tenderly kissing and licking away every trace of the forest's lingering marks from her delicate skin. And he felt joy, knowing she was safe, completely healed, and back to her vibrant, beautiful, self.
He felt happy that he could provide her with healing, happy that he could take her pain away.
But that was just the beginning.
He had plans to give her something even more special.
Now, they stood on the edge of something unknown—something new—a territory Naruto had never explored with anyone—not even with his beloved hime. But with the reincarnated version of his lover by his side, that special moment had finally arrived, and there would be no turning back for either of them.
Planting a soft kiss against the pulse on her neck, Naruto then rolled over, settling himself back on top of her.
He leaned in close.
"Are you absolutely sure about this, Hinata-chan?" He whispered, his warm breath teasing her ear, "Once we take this step... there's no turning back." His voice softened, almost hesitant.
"Honestly... I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself." He groaned, his fur bristling as he struggled to contain his desire.
"I won't be able to hold back."
Caution was there—in his voice.
Even with all the desire and happiness swirling inside him, concern was there too.
Naruto needed to know.
He needed to be absolutely sure Hinata was ready for what was about to happen, what it could mean for her, and what could come of it.
The implications, the consequences, the stakes—everything was on the line.
If they went through with this, her very future could change in an instant.
Her impending marriage, the expectations her father had laid upon her, the rules she had lived by for so long—all of it could be thrown into chaos just because of this very moment.
He needed her to understand that.
He wanted her to be absolutely certain that this was what she truly wanted.
Yet as he looked at her now, he saw a woman completely certain of her desires, her eyes clear and free of any doubt or hesitation.
He watched with widened eyes as Hinata nodded.
"I'm sure," She whispered breathlessly, her fingers threading through his hair, curling gently around his bushy right ear atop his head. She gently massaged the soft, furry cartilage, letting her touch linger.
A shiver coursed through him, from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes, making his body twitch in a wave-like motion above her, his primal instincts rushing to the surface.
He moaned in pure bliss, his tails swishing happily.
Ooh, he really liked that.
Hinata let out a soft giggle in response.
"I've never been more sure in my entire life. " Her sweet voice echoed, filling his keen ears.
"I want you—all of you." Her voice was calm, but her hands were anything but, moving with a desperate yearning as they explored his beastly body for the very first time.
And of course, Naruto was more than willing to let her do so.
He watched as her eyes and fingers traced softly over the rough contours of his chest and shoulders, feeling the solid shape of a man beneath, one shaped by muscle yet softened by the fur that clung to him. Each delicate touch from her sent fresh waves of shivers through him, stirring something deeper inside, something feral.
His ears twitched, and his tails swayed with delight from the the unexpected pleasure of it.
"Mmm, Hinata-chan," He murmured with a deep purr.
Her fingertips were soft, gliding over his fur like feathers, leaving warmth whevered they landed. She traced his powerful, defined muscles—each one firm and shaped by strength—running her fingers down his neck, across his chest, and over his abs, her hands moving slowly, savoring every inch of him. Her need to feel all of him was clear in every tender stroke as she wove her fingers through the sea of his orange fur, igniting sparks between them both.
Naruto's back arched into her touch, his head tilting against hers in pure bliss.
A deep, rumbling growl escaped from his chest as he savored the feel of Hinata's touch, his long-buried desires awakening at last. The joy of finally being touched by her was beyond anything he could have imagined. For over a century, he'd been deprived of this very moment, and now that it was here...
...he never wanted it to end.
His body shuddered with each delicate glide of her fingertips as they slowly trailed their way back up.
Hinata looked up at him, batting her eyelashes with a teasing smile.
Her smile was...beautiful.
She was beautiful.
From where he was positioned, he gazed down at her through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized.
The firelight flickered across her porcelain skin, casting a warm, orange glow that accentuated every exquisite curve of her body, as if placing her in the spotlight....
...and his crimson slitted eyes eagerly seized the opportunity to admire the beauty before him.
Hinata's midnight-blue hair had long since fallen free from its bun, cascading in dark, silky waves that framed her face like a river of night beneath the stars. The strands brushed softly against her flushed face, trailed along her neck, and spilled over her bare shoulders in a wildly beautiful mess.
Her eyes, so deep and mesmerizing, ensnared him in a spell—those captivating lavender pools he couldn't help but lose himself in. A deep, rosy flush spread across her cheeks, a look he cherished, knowing that blush was meant only for him.
Her neck, collarbones, and shoulders were gently curved, covered completely in his love marks—bright and dark red spots scattered across her soft skin like little pebbles, showing just how excited he'd gotten.
His gaze drifted down further to her perfectly rounded, creamy breasts, each topped with cute, perky pink nipples—not too big, not too small, just right. Her flat, toned stomach tapered down to her waist, which flared into naturally curvy hips, creating a stunning hourglass figure even without the form-fitting clothes she was usually permitted to wear.
Her legs stretched gracefully down to her feet, spread and wrapped around his waist, completing the stunning vision that was the woman beneath him.
The sight of Hinata lying there, completely and utterly naked beneath him...
He couldn't deny it—it actually...
...stirred a deep conflict within him.
There was this nagging voice in his head, quiet at first, but growing louder by the second. It had awakened the moment Hinata began undressing, growing more persistent as each piece of her clothing slipped away.
That's when it hit him—the realization sank in.
They were really going through with this.
Now, with her naked body before him, that voice was practically screaming, wresting with his primal urges to remind him that this was wrong—that he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be looking at Hinata this way—so vulnerable, so exposed.
It felt almost... forbidden.
After all, he had spent his entire life dedicated to protecting her—first as her loyal knight, and now as her trusted guardian and friend.
Every decision, every action, had always been driven by a desire to ensure her protection and well-being—to shield her innocence and keep her safe from any and all harm.
So now, seeing her in such an exposed, and well, intimate state—a side of her so vulnerable and raw—felt like a violation of that sacred vow he had made so long ago. It felt as if he were crossing a line he had always been meant to respect, a line that had always been off-limits, especially for him.
So, he shouldn't...
Instinctively, Naruto turned his head away, unable to bear the sight of her bareness, ultimately giving in to the voice inside his head—the human part of him winning out over his beastly, primal instincts.
His heart pounded hard in his chest.
No, this is wrong.
Hinata noticed his inner struggle right away, a frown crossing her face.
Without hesitation, she reached out, her hand gently cupping his cheek. Her touch was so soft and reassuring as she guided his face back toward hers.
When their eyes met again, Naruto felt his heart skip a beat.
Instantly, the hesitation that had weighed so heavily on him melted away like ice under the heat of her gaze. There was something so pure and unguarded in those lavender depths of hers, yet filled with a trust so profound it pierced through every doubt he carried.
It was a sight so breathtaking, so full of acceptance, that it left him speechless—again.
His eyes widened.
"It's okay," She whispered, her voice a soothing lullaby to him.
"You can look. I want you to."
Her gaze held him captive, her thumb caressing his whiskered cheek, calming him.
"I want this. I truly want you to see all of me, Naruto-kun."
He let out a shaky gasp.
Hinata leaned in closer, her chest rising and falling, causing her breasts to sway slightly. She smiled, the firelight dancing across her face.
"I want to know what true pleasure feels like... with you, and only you," She whispered, her voice filled with a longing he could feel deep in his bones.
She gazed up at him, her eyelashes fluttering at him, "I want you to make me yours, Naruto-kun. Make me into a woman."
Naruto's breath hitched, and for a moment, words failed him entirely, leaving him only able to breathe out her name.
"O-Oh, Hinata-chan."
He searched her face, taking in every detail, hardly able to believe her words were real. But as he gazed down at her in that moment, he could see she was truly ready. Her eyes shimmered with eager anticipation, her body quivering for him, each slight tremor a quiet plea for him to bridge the gap between them and finally become one with her.
Yes, she was ready.
So, who was he to deny her what she truly desired?
The thought felt absurd, almost selfish.
So...
...he won't.
His tails swept forward, slipping two of them beneath her bare legs to gently widen them, revealing her most intimate parts to him. He then cupped the base of his bulging shaft, pulling it free from the wild bush of hair it had been nestled in.
He spared her a concerned glance, feeling the need to prepare her.
"This is gonna hurt at first—"
"D-Don't worry. I'll be fine." She wrapped her arms around his chest, holding him tight.
"I'm ready." Hinata's gaze remained steady, her determination unwavering, even now.
"Alright," Naruto breathed, smiling, unable to hide his admiration for her bravery—it was one of the many things he'd always loved about her.
He couldn't resist, he leaned down and captured her lips yet again in a gentle kiss, savoring this moment before they took that final step together.
He moved slowly, his lips distracting her as he guided himself closer and closer, until—
"Eek!" Hinata let out a soft whimper, but he gently hushed her, pulling his head closer to deepen the kiss.
Just like that, it was done.
He was inside her.
They exchanged a shaky breath against one other's lips, both of them feeling it—the instant when they finally became one.
It was almost surreal.
The warmth of her inner depths wrapped around him from all angles, her soft walls holding him in a tender, loving embrace that seemed to beg him to stay, to never pull away.
She was tight, super tight.
Naruto gritted his teeth, barely able to contain himself.
Being inside her was like nothing else he has ever experienced—hot, tight, her walls pressing around him with a grip that seemed determined to keep him right there—inside her. The feel of it jolted his senses, sparking something deep in him he thought had vanished along with his human body.
His whole body trembled, the intensity of the shiver magnified tenfold.
But it was there, every sensation, sharper and stronger than he'd ever known.
It felt incredible.
Every instinct screamed at him to go faster, to lose himself in her completely, but he could sense her tension, her uncertainity.
He heard her soft whimpers, felt her body trembling frantically beneath his. Her nails dug into his bare shoulders, catching in his orange fur, leaving marks of her grip.
Yes, he knew she wasn't ready—not yet.
Naruto let out a soft grunt, his half-lidded gaze meeting her lavender eyes, searching their depths.
"You okay?" He murmured hotly against her lips, his head dipping to carry his words down her neck.
"Just tell me if it's too much."
Hinata shook her head, her breaths coming in quick, shaky gasps as sweat ran down her face.
"I'm f-fine, Naruto-kun," She stammered, trying to reassure him, as always hiding her pain. But he could see through it—the way her lips trembled, her smile wavering as she fought back a wince.
Naruto's brow furrowed, concern etched into his face.
"Just... keep going."
He gave her one more lingering glance, studying her face, before he slowly eased deeper, feeling her tight warmth envelop him more and more until he reached her hymen, the very symbol of her innocence.
His ears twitched at the sound of her breath hitching, a soft whimper slipping from her lips.
"Hold onto me tight, my love." He murmured.
"Okay," She whispered, and with that, she lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him in for a tight, bear hug.
She gave him a small nod—just the confirmation he needed.
He moved carefully, pressing in a little deeper, applying just the right amount of pressure until the tip of his shaft finally broke through her hymen, taking her virginity and marking the end of her innocence...
...officially making her a woman.
"A-Ahh!" Hinata shrieked in pain, her body jerking slightly into his embrace.
"I know, I know, my love," Naruto murmured gently, pressing a kiss to her trembling lips. He then kissed her cheek, his lips grazing the tear that had slipped down her face.
"You did so well, Hinata-chan. The hardest part is over now, love."
He knew this was new for her—new for him too—but he could sense it was a lot for her body to handle. The rapid beat of her heart, her soft, stifled cries, and the shaky breaths she tried to hold back said it all.
He could feel the warm trickle of blood starting to seep from her entrance, soaking into the sides of his veiny shaft. He held her close, remaining as still as he can inside her, allowing her the time she needed to adjust to the feeling of him—so thick and full—deep inside.
In the meantime, he showered her face with soft kisses, seeking to soothe her, to ease her pain as much as possible. His tails softly brushed against the sides of her spread legs, moving back and forth slowly, hoping to distract her and provide comfort.
"Just breathe, okay? I'm right here with you, my love."
Hinata's breaths came in quick gasps, but he could hear her trying to follow his advice, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
"N-N-Naruto-kun..."
"Talk to me, my love." He whispered huskily against her ear.
"Tell me how you're feeling."
Hinata squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to adjust, but he can tell it was hard for her.
"I... I feel so f-full." She breathed out in a shaky cry.
"It's... it's a little overwhelming, N-Naruto-kun."
"I know, just focus on my voice." He said, his tone soothing as he leaned down to brush his lips softly against her forehead. He lingered there for a moment before propping his own forehead against hers, keeping close.
"We can take it slow, Hinata-chan. There's absolutely no rush." A warm smile spread across his whiskered face as he gazed down at her, his eyes full of affection.
"Just tell me when you're ready for me to move."
Through her glossy eyes, Hinata stared up at him, nodding slowly, drawing strength from his presence, from his words.
"O-Okay." Taking another shaky breath, she inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling as she tried to calm the fluttering in her stomach. With each breath, he began to feel her body yield to him, her muscles gradually relaxing around his shaft, welcoming him in more fully.
She let out a soft moan, her breathing steady now.
"That's it, my love," He murmured softly by her ear, "See? You're doing amazing, Hinata-chan. I'm so proud of you," He added, his words sending her heart racing.
He couldn't help but chuckle at the sound.
His eyes locked onto hers, watching closely for any signs of discomfort.
But he only found a deep trust—a trust he held dear.
She offered him a small smile, "Th-Thank you, Naruto-kun," She said, inhaling deeply a few more times. Soon enough, she wrapped her legs around his waist, instinctively rolling her pelvis against him.
"I-I think I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" He asked gently.
"Y-Yes," She affirmed with a determined nod.
That was all he needed to hear.
His instincts took over almost immediately.
Without a word, he managed only a nod to Hinata before giving her exactly what she was ready for.
He began to move.
He rocked his hips slowly against her, just enough to find a rhythm that felt good for both of them. Pulling back, his shaft slid free from her tight hold, causing her walls to instinctively contract, returning to their original state. His tip lingered at her entrance, brushing against it teasingly for a brief moment.
He felt her legs quiver.
Again, he lowered his hips against hers with a soft push, the tip of his shaft sliding back inside her, and she welcomed him in, her walls stretching back open. But this time, his push led him a tad bit deeper, giving her more of his shaft, more inches inside her.
He kept that very motion going, back and forth, in a steady rhythm, all while keeping his eyes on her, taking in every reaction she gave him.
At first, the sounds that escaped her were ones of discomfort and pain—soft whimpers that he quickly soothed with gentle shushes, kisses, and sweet whispers.
His thick shaft filled her up completely, making her feel full as it explored depths within her that had never been touched until now.
It was a new experience for both of them, and at first, it felt strange. But after a while, the sensation morphed into something undeniably...
....pleasurable.
"Oh, Hinata-chan," He moaned in pure bliss, his head falling into the crook of her neck. He lost himself in the rhythm of his slow, steady thrusts, and after a while, he felt Hinata start to as well.
It was gradual at first, but it was there—her body beginning to respond, hips grinding and bucking to meet his, her movements adorably eager.
"N-Naruto-kun," She gasped, her face twisting in a way that was no longer pain but pure pleasure. Her breaths quickened with each thrust he gave her, the soft gasps escaping her lips becoming more frequent.
She pressed her head against his with a soft mewl, her fingers trailing up his back to tangle in his hair.
"Ooh... I'm starting to... feel good," She confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, resonating with every smack of their hips, each pulse of sensation sending ripples through her.
"Mmm, you're starting to feel it now, aren't you? Naruto whispered by her ear, a smirk spreading across his whiskered face, his happiness glimmering in his eyes, partially obscured by his sweaty, tousled blonde hair.
He leaned back slightly, gripping her hands and lifting them above her head, the muscles in his back flexing as he did. He pressed her hands against the soft fur of the hide beneath them, reveling in how her body just melted underneath him.
"Y-Yes," She managed to gasp, her back arching as he picked up the pace, rolling his hips to deliver a powerful thrust. His shaft moved faster inside her, going deeper with every stroke. He could feel her getting wetter, her walls loosening up and becoming more receptive to him.
It drove him wild.
He started to feel more confident in his movements, wanting to do everything he could to make her feel good, letting his primal instincts just take over. He experimented a bit, pressing his hips forward a little more until all inches of him was fully inside, the tip of him brushing against her sweet spot before pulling back.
He watched the way her expression changed, her face transforming into a canvas of bliss, with sweaty strands of her dark blue hair clinging to her cheeks in a chaotic mess.
"Do you feel that?" He growled, his primal instincts consuming him, "Can you feel how much I want you?" Naruto moaned, breathless, the crimson in his eyes shining even brighter.
"How much I need you?"
"G-Guh-mmm."
In a blink of an eye, two of his tails coiled around his hips and wound around her breasts, snugly encircling them like the underside of a snake, holding them firmly. Hinata squealed in surprise as his tails started to play with her, the soft orange fur brushing against her nipples lightly, teasingly.
"Ah! Naruto-kun!" She gasped, arching her body into the sensation, "S-So naughty!"
"Do you like that, Hinata-chan?" He asked, a playful grin spreading across his whiskered face.
"Do you enjoy it when I touch you like this?"
"Yes, yes! I love it so much!" She squealed, "I love it when you touch me!" Her head rocked back against the hide, those gorgeous lavender eyes of hers seeking to hide from him by slipping to the back of her head.
"Touch me! Touch me, however you want, please! Make me feel so good."
Naruto groaned, his eyes narrowing on her.
He watched her intently, the grin tugging at his lips never leaving, "Oh Hinata-chan," He murmured softly, "the faces you're making... I've never seen you look more beautiful." He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tracing his fingers over her flushed cheeks.
"I could watch you like this forever," He whispered, his own breath heavy.
Further and further, his control was slipping away.
How could he possibly keep it together with witnessing all the lewd faces Hinata was making, how their very connection brought out a side of her he had never seen before?
She was breathtaking, writhing and moaning beneath him, screaming out all of these naughty little things. She was being so improper, the most improper he had ever seen her, but in that moment, it felt like the purest thing he had ever witnessed.
"Mmm," A deep, satisfied hum slipped from his lips as he leaned down, pressing soft kisses across her shoulders, along her neck, and up to her jaw, savoring every inch of her. His kisses were slow, reverent, a quiet worship of her—of every second she shared herself with him.
He couldn't stop—didn't want to stop.
He was utterly captivated by her—spellbound by the warmth of her skin beneath his lips, her soft lavender scent flooding his nostrils, the sound of her breathless moans, the way her body fit so perfectly against his, and the electric thrill of being inside her.
She held him completely, heart and soul, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Her presence filled a void he'd carried for as long as he could remember, and with each kiss, each breath they shared, he let himself fall deeper, savoring every moment as if it were his last.
His clawed hands glided slowly over her, fingers tracing the soft curves of her waist and hips, his lips following closely behind, tasting her skin as if he wanted to remember every sensation, every second.
"You're incredible... absolutely perfect," He murmured, his voice barely more than a ghostly whisper in her ear, lingering like a promise, one he hoped she'd carry with her always.
Steadily, his hips moved in time with the soft, rhythmic strokes of his tails—each thrust a steady, measured pulse, carrying them together in perfect sync.
He thrust his shaft in and out of her tight warmth, pushing past her entrance to be engulfed inside by her walls. Each thrust made her thighs jiggle, her legs wrapped around him, holding on tight like she was trying to keep herself steady against the powerful waves of pleasure rolling through her, her toes curling against the soft hide beneath them.
Meanwhile, his tails maintained their grip on her wobbly breasts, gently squeezing and caressing the soft flesh. The combination of sensations drove Hinata wild, her body arching against the soft fur, performing a full on backbend as she tried to cope with the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.
He had to brace himself for her cries, his keen ears slightly recoiling from the sounds.
"O-Oh kami!!! I-I feel something..."
Her lavender eyes fluttered closed as she felt his fur brush against her nipples again, just as his shaft reached her cervix, giving it a gentle nudge with the tip of his shaft.
She gritted her teeth, "Something's coming!!"
Naruto's breath quickened, as he leaned in, nuzzling into her neck—his favorite spot.
"Let it happen, Hinata-chan. Just let go for me."
"Eek!!!"
Her body shook just how he'd hoped, and with a shuddering cry, she reached her climax for the very first time, her sweet release coating him as her legs quivered around his waist.
He groaned just as she did, feeling ever bit of her ecstasy, and it only pushed him to keep going, to give her more of what she wanted—more of what she deserved.
He didn't stop.
Hinata trembled, writhing uncontrollably as she fought through the aftershocks of her climax, her head tossing side to side, her legs shaking like a leaf.
"N-Naruto-kun..." She gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to catch her breath, fighting to hold on as he continued to thrust into her.
"H-Hah... it's too much," She murmured, barely able to keep her eyes open as pleasure rippled through her nonstop, growing stronger and stronger.
His tails continued to playfully fondle her breasts, never letting go, gently circling and caressing her soft mounds.
"I know, my love. Just a little longer." He announced, feeling his own climax surging higher and higher, and with each peak, the pleasure only grew.
His own eyes rolled.
Meanwhile, some of his other tails drifted down to her legs, gently stroking her feet, while another traced along her neck and chin, worshiping her from head to toe.
"You're beautiful," He breathed, his eyes roaming over the entirety of her sweat-slicked body, her stomach muscles straining against her skin.
"So, so beautiful." He shuddered in awe.
"How did I get so lucky?"
"St-Stop it," Hinata said, a shy smile creeping onto her face, "You're making me blush, Naruto-kun."
"Oh no, no, no, my love, it's way too late for you to get all embarrassed now, my love." He teased with a playful smile, "Besides," He tilted his head, "there's no need to be embarrassed at all. Like I said before, and I'll say it again..." He leaned down to kiss her left breast, "and again," He kissed her right one.
She moaned softly.
He then moved up to kiss her lips, his voice tender, "You're beautiful."
The raw emotion in his words brought tears to her eyes, "O-Oh Naruto-kun."
And just like that, before Naruto could even lose himself in her gaze she leaned in, slipping her hands out of his grip to reach for him. That snap him out of his mini trance instantly.
He caught her without hesitation, effortlessly lifting both of them off the ground and into a sitting position. She nestled into his lap, settling in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, crossing just above his hips, thighs pressing snugly against him. Her arms curled around his neck, fingers lightly gripping his shoulders for balance.
She pressed closer, her chest soft against his, skin to skin, body to body. The warmth between them seemed to fill every space, and he could feel her heartbeat thudding in time with his own.
His gaze met hers, and for a moment, everything else fell away. He was completely lost in the depth of her eyes, caught off guard when a low moan escaped him as she started to move her hips against his, slow and steady, taking the lead this time.
She moaned too, and he couldn't help but echo her, his lips parting to meet her sound, to share it with her.
Naruto's hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her close, as if she were the most precious thing he'd ever held. His clawed fingertips traced gently up her spine, massaging slow, invisible circles into her sweaty skin, feeling the soft tremble that rippled through her body as she shuddered atop him.
But despite the sensations running through her, despite it all, she never stopped.
Hinata kept her hips steady, each thrust more confident than the last. With every movement, Naruto could feel it—the quiet joy she took in the control she had over her own pleasure, her own happiness.
He could see it—the way her flushed face lit up with smiles as she held him close, moaning her pretty little heart out, and swaying against him as she took him in completely.
She was happy, so very happy.
And the very sight nearly brought tears to his eyes.
The shadows of their intertwined bodies danced on the cave walls, stretching and flickering in the firelight, and for a moment, it felt as though the world outside had ceased to exist, as if time itself had come to a standstill, just for them.
It was such a beautiful moment—one they both cherished with all of their hearts, a memory they would carry with them forever.
Naruto let out a shuddering moan before leaning his forehead against hers, his breath warm as he murmured, "Hinata-chan... you're my everything. Everything I've always wanted," He moaned breathlessly.
"Do you know that?"
Hinata shivered, her heart racing at his words, tightening her arms around his neck. She leaned in close, catching him off guard once more as she pressed her lips against his, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.
Naruto moaned in bliss.
As she pulled back, her lips traced a gentle path over to his ear, her breath warm against his skin. She whispered softly to him, her words sinking deep into his soul.
"Yes. And you are mine."
Her breath was a soft, tender caress against his ear, the words she spoke lingering in the air between them. She placed a delicate kiss on his ear, her lips brushing lightly as she whispered the words he's always longed to hear.
Always.
A single tear slipped down his cheek.
"My everything, Naruto-kun."
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|H.II|
All was quiet.
All was done.
Hinata let out a long, deep sigh of pure joy as she sank into the soft bed of hides beneath her, the warmth wrapping around her like a cozy cocoon. It felt like heaven—so much warmer and softer than her own bed, and she couldn't get enough of it.
The sun had fully set by now, and the night had blanketed the sky in its deep darkness. It was well past the time she should've been heading home, but Hinata didn't care.
The world outside didn't matter anymore. Her home, her old life, none of it mattered.
The only one that mattered to her now was him—Naruto.
Her beast lover.
She watched him from where she lay beside him, her eyes soft as she came down from her high. His chest rose and fell steadily against hers, slowly relaxing as he too eased down from his own high.
A soft smile tugged at her lips.
She snuggled closer to him, her fingers gently running through his messy blonde hair, trying to soothe him even more. His animalistic body was clearly exhausted, yet his red, slitted eyes still glowed with deep satisfaction, reflecting the same contentment she felt. His tails draped over her protectively, lightly tracing her skin, moving back and forth, almost like he was trying to calm her as well.
She watched as his eyelids grew heavy, struggling to stay awake, but her touch seemed to draw him closer to sleep. She couldn't help but smile—it was just so adorable.
Naruto hummed groggily, his warm hand moved to cover hers, guiding her palm to his cheek. He looked at her through half-lidded eyes, a lazy grin playing on his lips.
"How do you feel, Hinata-chan?" He murmured, his voice roughened by both exhaustion and affection, yet still holding that playful glint she adored.
He lifted her wrist to his lips, brushing a soft kiss over her pulse. She felt his breath, warm and soothing, trailing down her wrist, lingering just long enough to send a pleasant shiver through her.
Hinata let out a playful hum, tapping her chin as if she were deep in thought, though a glint of mischief danced in her eyes.
"Hmm... I feel..." She paused, inching a little closer until her forehead gently rested against his. Her fingers tapped his snout, smiling as it twitched in response.
"...like the happiest woman on earth." She whispered, her grin wide and brighter than ever.
"Wow, Hinata-chan." He blushed, left momentarily speechless. He exhaled deeply, a soft chuckle escaping him, "What an answer..." The sound of his laugh was deep and warm, vibrating through his chest, and she could feel it all the way down to her core.
Her heart fluttered, warmth spreading through her chest at the sound.
The moment hung in the air for a bit, Naruto taking a pause to gather his thoughts, to let her words sink in.
He sighed blissfully.
"Hey Hinata-chan." Naruto's voice emerged again, breaking the silence.
"Hm?" She hummed softly in response.
"Do you remember..." He trailed off, as if searching for the right words, "The second time we met at the edge of the forest?" His voice was light, yet full of tenderness. "You showed up with all those incredible gifts and that delicious food I still can't get enough of."
She giggled, the memory still vivid in her mind. How could she possibly forget? That was the day she let herself follow the pull in her heart, the day it led her back to him.
"Yes," She nodded, her smile softening, "I remember."
Naruto's lips curled into a bright grin, "I said that day, this has been the best thing that's ever happened to me." He whispered, but then he paused, his gaze turning more serious.
He shook his head, "But I wasn't really being honest."
Hinata raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
He smiled wider, his hand gently tracing her jawline, his thumb brushing over her cheek with a possessiveness that made her heart race.
"You," He said, his voice soft but certain, "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me." He leaned in a little closer, keeping his eyes locked on hers.
"That's what I held back that day."
"Oh, N-Naruto-kun..." She breathed, her lips brushing over his snout, sending a thrill through him. His eyes fluttered shut, his lips letting out a low, satisfied hum.
"And I've been holding back something too," She murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Something I've wanted to tell you for a very long time."
She didn't know what came over her, but before she could stop herself, her heart took over.
She whispered, almost in a daze...
"I love you, Naruto-kun."
The words hung in the air, filling the quiet space between them with something deep and powerful, like a spark igniting in the sillness.
Naruto's eyes widened, growing larger than she'd ever seen before, and she could see the disbelief slowly creeping across his face. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he just stared at her, speechless.
A single tear slid down his cheek, and in a voice barely above a whisper, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing, he whispered..
"W-What?"
Hinata opened her mouth to respond, to reassure him of every word she'd just spoken, but before she could, something stopped her—something unexpected, something...
...extraordinary.
A soft, radiant light appeared.
And it seemed to come from...
...Naruto.
The light was a golden haze—brighter than anything Hinata had ever seen. It started from Naruto's hand, slowly intensifying until it was nearly impossible to look at. She squinted, lifting her hand to shield her eyes as the glow filled the space around them.
"N-Naruto-kun... your hand!" She gasped, pointing at it, barely able to contain her shock.
Naruto looked down, just as confused, his breath catching as he saw it too—his clawed hand radiating with a mysterious, bright light.
With a startled gasp, he leapt to his feet, his red, slitted eyes wide as the glow began to spread, to his arms, shoulders, chest, until his body was aglow.
"Wh-What's going on?" He stammered, panic creeping into his voice.
"Wh-What's happening to me?"
Hinata could only watch in silent awe.
The light was warm and soft, almost with a gentle fuzziness, radiating from Naruto as it slowly wrapped around him. It felt as though it was uncovering something buried within, peeling back layers of him bit by bit.
Hinata sat up slowly, clutching the hide tightly around her, her mouth slightly agape as she tried to process the unbelievable sight before her. But as the light grew brighter, almost blinding, she had no choice but to shield her eyes. She turned away, the glow of the light filling the entire cave, spilling out and illuminating everything until, just as suddenly as it started...
...it was gone.
Leaving behind a miracle in its wake.
"Naruto-kun," She whispered, her voice trembling as her eyes swept over him, taking him in like she was seeing him for the first time.
"You... you're..."
"Human," He finished for her, looking down at himself, his cerulean eyes filled with wonder. He moved his tanned arms, running his hands over his skin, amazed to find no fur left, no claws at his fingertips.
Hinata's eyes went wide, disbelief washing over her as she scanned him from head to toe.
The light had changed him, somehow.
She hadn't noticed it, couldn't see it before, but now, with the light gone, he was... different.
No longer... a beast.
The light had first shown up around his hands, and now, looking at them, it was clear—it had taken his claws with it, leaving behind smooth, human fingertips. The orange fur that had covered his arms seemed to melt away, leaving just bare, warm skin—flesh and bone.
The light had also removed the last of his fur along his chest and shoulders, exposing the strong, muscular build of a normal male's torso beneath, along with his legs and feet.
Hinata gasped, her eyes drawn to one startling change.
His tails were gone.
All nine tails had disappeared, vanishing into thin air as if they'd never been there at all.
Her gaze traveled back up to his face.
Naruto's facial features had softened; his sharp snout was replaced by a well-defined nose, his animal-like ears were now regular human ones, and even his once-sharp teeth had softened into a more normal, gentle smile.
The dark whisker marks remained against his tanned skin, but his face—his face was unmistakably his own. The crimson that had once burned in his eyes shifted into a bright blue, the pupils rounding into perfect circles.
The fur, the sharp features, all the wildness that had once defined him—all of it had gradually melted away, leaving him as something... or rather, someone... entirely and unmistakably...
...human.
Hinata's eyes met his once again, now staring into depths of blue. A soft smile spread across his whiskered face, his expression brimming with an emotion so strong it was hard to put into words.
"Hinata-chan... I'm not sure how or why this happened, but... I'm back." He whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
"I'm me again."
He reached out, his human hand trembling slightly as he touched her cheek, gently brushing the hair that had fallen over her face. His fingers were warm and steady—human, but still carrying that same spark of magic from the transformation.
"My curse... it's broken."
Hinata gasped, her breath shaky.
"Y-Your curse?"
Naruto nodded.
"Yes... you freed me."
Hinata was at a loss for words, her mind spinning. Questions upon questions swirled, but she couldn't bring herself to voice a single one, all she could do was stare at him, utterly speechless.
Naruto seemed to find amusement in her stunned silence.
A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he brushed his thumb across her chin, gazing down at her with a tenderness that made her heart ache.
"I should've told you sooner." He murmured, his voice thick with regret, "But I didn't know how. I didn't know how to tell you the truth—that I was cursed. For centuries, I was trapped, cursed to live as a beast... alone in this cave, wandering the forest, hated and unloved."
Hinata gasped, her heart aching as tears filled her eyes.
"N-Naruto-kun," She sobbed, her voice shaking, "H-How... how did you survive all this time? How did this happen? Why were you cursed?" There it was—the questions came pouring out, a wave of panic rising within her.
She shook her head, her chest tightening, "I'm so, so sorry," She cried, unable to fathom the pain he must have endured.
His face softened.
"It's okay," He whispered, his tone gentle, "There's no need for apologies."
He shook his head, "You see, it was your love, Hinata-chan—that's all I needed. Your love was the key to breaking my curse, to bringing me back, to being who I truly am again."
He tilted his head, smiling warmly, "You saved me, Hinata-chan."
Hinata didn't even realize the tear that slipped down her cheek until it was already there. His words cut deep, touching her in ways she couldn't explain.
She never even knew.
She never realized that...
Without thinking, she leaned into his touch, her heart swelling with emotion. She reached out, her hand trembling as it found his. A shaky sigh escaped her lips as his hand wrapped around hers, the warmth spreading through her as his fingers gently clasped hers.
"Oh, Naruto-kun," She whispered, her voice choked with emotion, "Thank you... thank you for telling me now." Her sobs were gentle, filled with joy and relief.
"I'm just happy I could help you." She sobbed, "I'm so happy I could save you."
Naruto let out a soft whimper, and before she could speak, he pulled her in, capturing her lips in yet another intense, passionate kiss—what felt like the millionth time.
Hinata mewled, melting in the kiss, melting in him.
The kiss was all-encompassing, an affirmation of everything they had been through and everything they still had ahead of them.
When they pulled apart, breathless and laughing softly, Naruto scooped her up, spinning her in the air with a burst of laughter. The sound of their laughter echoed through the cave, filling it with pure joy.
He spun her around and around, the world blurring around them, both of them lost in one another.
When he finally set her back down, they collapsed onto the hide-covered floor, side by side.
"So...what now?" Naruto asked softly, his finger tracing down her hip with a gentle, reverent touch—just like he always had, as if nothing had changed. Hinata gazed into his blue eyes, losing herself in them, just as she had with his crimson ones.
In that moment, it hit her completely—whether beast or human, Naruto was her love, her soulmate, and she couldn't picture a life without him, couldn't imagine being with anyone else.
No way.
What she was thinking was risky.
A gamble.
Dangerous.
But right then, she didn't care.
She had a plan—a plan to make sure both of them got what they truly wanted.
Hinata bit her lip, her heart pounding as she locked eyes with him, "We... stay together," she whispered, giving a small nod. She leaned in, her lips brushing softly against his in a tender, lingering kiss.
"And the rest..." She shrugged lightly, "we'll just figure it out."
Naruto nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face, "And we'll do that too,"
"Together," They whispered, their words hanging in the stillness of the cave, echoing softly before finally being swallowed up by the silence...
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The End
Notes:
A.N.
Phew, for anyone who's made it this far, I love you sooo much! You have my whole heart. But, I gotta be real with you though—I had a really tough time with this story. For the first time in a while, I actually hit writer's block.
I couldn't figure out how I wanted to end it. For a minute there, it felt like it was just dragging on with no end in sight. It was pretty frustrating, not gonna lie.
But I've finally finished, and the relief I feel is unreal. I can't even tell you how happy and relieved I am. This took months to write, and I'm honestly starting to hate how much time certain one-shots take. It feels like I could be writing something else, or a whole bunch of other things, you know?
It's just something I'm starting to dislike about my writing—or maybe more about my brain. It just keeps throwing ideas at me nonstop and won't let me rest until I get them all down.
I'm working on it though.
But hey! I'm done—three parts down. And for the nhmonth23 event, I'm almost done with that too. Finally. Just two more oneshots to go, and both are also done! So, expect those to come out throughout the week!
I just need to get them out the door, gotta keep moving, haha! I've got way more in the works, but I'm keeping it a secret for now!
So, I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to vote and comment!
There's more coming, but then it's a wrap, and we can finally get back to the regular Kiss Me, Thrill Me smutty oneshots. Hope you're all excited for that!
Anyway, stay safe and love you all!
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 37: ❦𝐉𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲❦
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In a partying mood again, Hinata brings her dominant husband, Naruto, to the club. But they run into a few complications, with jealousy being the biggest issue.Spoiler alert: Naruto gets jealous, but Hinata doesn't mind that one bit.
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Notes:
Mind the tags. Mind the warnings. You are not obligated to read if you do not like what's listed.
Read at your own risk.
Don't forget to comment and leave kudos. ❤️🖤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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This one-shot actually continues from Domination, the 10th entry in this series, (excluding the introduction). Many of you asked for more Dom Naruto x Sub Hinata, so I jumped at the chance to revisit them during this event. It's the same dynamic, the same crazy Naruto you all loved in Domination—just with new events, but within the same little AU.
I couldn't resist writing more about their chaotic relationship/marriage, haha.
❦Disclaimer❦
This one-shot takes a major turn from the softer tone of the previous one. It's raw, dirty, and downright filthy—definitely nothing wholesome about it, lol. The tags alone should give you a good idea, but consider this your warning before diving in.
Now that you're ready, go ahead and... dive in, lol! Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to comment and leave kudos. 🖤
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Jelly Hubby
"Fuck, this place is so shitty. I don't get why you like coming to places like this, babe." Naruto groaned, shaking his messy blonde hair.
His breath reeked of whiskey, his voice barely audible over the pulsating beats of TK, some random club in Tokyo that Hinata had found.
His back was pressed against a dimly lit wall, away from the main hustle and bustle of the club. The thumping music reverberated through the crowded space, pounding in his ears, in his chest.
Naruto couldn't hold back from scowling.
He found the place so fucking obnoxious.
The music was so loud it felt like his eardrums could burst at any moment, the flickering lights so bright they threatened to blind him if he didn't squint every now and again.
And then... the people...
There were so many goddamn people.
Bodies were packed in tight like sardines, dancing, shouting, and bumping into each other. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, perfume, and alcohol, a haze of smoke hanging just below the ceiling.
It was a full house, packed wall-to-wall with people, and that for sure didn't sit well with Naruto. He could feel his irritation growing with every passing second, bubbling up like a fucking volcano about to erupt. His protective instincts were at an all-time high, senses alert as he constantly scanned the chaotic crowd around him.
His hazy blue eyes zipped around like a maniac.
Left.
Right.
Around and around.
His eyes fell on the sea of bodies moving to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor before him. And instantly, his expression morphed into one of mild annoyance and resignation, his nose wrinkling up.
His irritated gaze flickered over to Hinata to see if she was as put off by the tacky display as he was. But she actually seemed to be enjoying herself, swaying her hips to the music despite his constant grumbling, despite the scene unfolding right in front of them.
How? Naruto had no fucking clue.
Hinata stood beside him, her amused lavender eyes steadily scanning the moving bodies on the dance floor, the neon lights casting flickering shadows across her porcelain face lightly spruced up with makeup.
A captivating smile adorned her red lipstick-stained lips, but her gaze was contradictory. Longing was also evident in her lavender eyes as she just gazed out at the crowd.
Hinata bit her bottom lip, glancing over at her husband.
She was aware of his... dilemma.
In fact, she has been aware of it for a while now.
After all, she could literally feel Naruto's tension radiating from him. She always knew when he was upset; she was finely attuned to all of her dom hubby's emotions, just as he was to hers.
So now, Hinata could feel that Naruto was especially tense.
It was clear as day.
And the longer he stood there amidst the crowded people and loud music of TK, the more his tension only seemed to grow, throwing off the vibe around them.
Instead of her husband, Naruto felt more like her bodyguard standing next to her. His blue eyes flickered anxiously from one side of the space to the other, keeping a constant watch over the club with protective vigilance.
His posture was stiff, his fist clenched tight. Every muscle in him was tensed up, like he was ready to pounce on anyone who even looked at him the wrong way.
He kept a close watch on the men around, especially those who dared let their gazes linger on her longer than he liked.
Such a dangerous game those men were playing.
'Poor them.' Hinata can only pity.
Naruto shot each of the men a glare that could melt steel, a look that screamed—
"Back the fuck off."
His eyes were intense, sending a clear message: she was his. There was no room for miscommunication, no hesitation, no uncertainty—no reason to fuck with him.
He stood on alert.
Every lingering stare on his woman felt like a challenge to the blonde dom, and he was more than ready to step in anytime if needed.
He didn't give a fuck.
His intense stare hit each of the men hard, like a nasty jumpscare they didn't see coming, and they quickly backed off. In fact, they whipped their heads away so fast it was almost pitiful.
But Hinata knew that their audacity in checking her out right in front of him only pissed him off more.
Hinata nibbled her bottom lip harder.
Naruto was always like this.
Even after downing several shots of whiskey at the club's bar, he still seemed on edge—antsy and fidgety, just like he always was when they went clubbing together.
It was something she had grown used to ever since.... the incident.
Hinata clutched her legs tight just thinking about it.
Things have slightly changed between them since the incident when she actually mustered up the courage to sneak out and party with her friends without Naruto's permission. She had come back home that night only to be caught and then severely punished by him, a lesson she hasn't forgotten and probably never will.
Not that she minded the punishment.
But ever since that incident, Naruto made it crystal clear: if she wanted to party, he had to come along too.
So, of course, Hinata happily complied, and he stuck to his word. From then on, whenever she wanted to hit the clubs, Naruto was right by her side, even though he wasn't exactly thrilled about it. But he came along anyway and always allowed her to party whenever she asked.
Of course, Naruto never denied her the chance to have a good time. He was always up for adjusting his plans and being flexible with her needs, even if it meant putting up with long nights in crowded, stinky clubs.
To Naruto, Hinata was an incredible wife—supportive, loving, and always attentive to his needs. And as a submissive, she was just as perfect—obedient and always eager to please.
Naruto loved her deeply, and in his eyes, she deserved all the fun she desired. He was more than happy to give her just that: fun.
So, for her sake, Naruto would grit his teeth, endure it, and stay right by her side.
Not that he didn't enjoy being close to her.
Hell no.
In fact, a part of him loved watching her like this—partying her pretty little heart out—knowing that soon enough, he'll have her all to himself. The anticipation of bringing her back to their place, tossing her sexy ass onto their bed, and having his way with her—taking his turn to give her his share of fun—always kept him nice and restrained.
So, to sum it up—Naruto was simply pleased to see his wife enjoying herself, safe under his supervision, and free to let go completely.
A happy wife is a happy life, after all.
Naruto let out a heavy sigh as he just stared into the abyss of the club, an ever-encompassing mass of just... blah.
Hinata, on the other hand, watched with pure delight, soaking it all in with a giddy smile.
Men and women, barely clothed, shimmied all over the dance floor, grinding against one another under the strobe lights.
They moved with wild abandon, their bodies glistening all over with sweat. They danced and danced without a single care in the world, no matter what song was playing overhead—just having the time of their lives.
Hinata hummed as she watched them.
Oh, she enjoyed it so much.
She absolutely loved clubbing.
There was something irresistible about the dance floor to her—where the energy was always at its peak, the music loud, and pulsing through her, making her heart race in the best way. Hinata loved how the club always brought out her naughty side, where she could let loose, lose herself in the music, and just move without any restraint.
She loved the anonymity of clubs too—where no one judged you, and everyone was just there to lose themselves to the music. It was a place where you could be whoever you wanted to be—a wild, uninhibited side of life.
That's why she loved the club—it wasn't just the freedom to be herself; it was also the only thing that matched the intensity she felt with her husband in the bedroom.
Well...
Hinata bit her lip, her nipples tightening in her dress at the thought of the many playtimes she had with her dom hubby.
No, nothing could rival that.
She stole another glance at her husband, delighting in how sexy he looked standing there beside her. It was impressive how he could look all grumpy and angry, yet still so good.
The nerve of him.
He wore a crisp white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, probably from getting hot earlier in the night. His collar was popped, and the shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing the sculpted lines of his tanned, muscular chest underneath.
The sleek black jeans he wore fit him just right, hugging his strong legs and drawing attention to the big fat bulge pressing against his thigh. She couldn't help but sneak glances at it every now and then.
That would be now too.
Hinata let out a low hum, her lavender eyes drifting down to a sight that never failed to excite her.
She could proudly and shamelessly admit that she'd seen the "meaty monster" causing that bulge in her hubby's pants countless times—hundreds, even.
She's felt what it can do firsthand—how it tasted, how heavy it felt in her hand, and how it felt inside all her holes.
She's experienced how it just destroys her.
So just seeing all that power contained, just behind two layers of clothing, always gets her incredibly turned on and desperate for another glimpse.
Naruto's jeans tapered down into a slight cuff just above his crisp white tennis shoes. He completed the look with a silver chain around his neck that gleamed in the light, a matching silver watch on his wrist, and his wedding ring proudly displayed on his finger.
His blonde hair was ruffled, draping slightly over his intense blue eyes.
One arm of his was found wrapped around the curve of her waist, his muscles resting on her hips. He'd occasionally brush his thumb against her through her dress while holding her close, showing affection despite his clear discomfort.
Hinata couldn't help but blush.
The midnight blue-haired woman tried her best to contain herself, to not cum just from looking at her husband. Instead, she focused on the sternness in his face and how clenched his jaw was.
She pouted.
Aww, he looked like he could really use her help to relax.
She knew exactly how to help.
With a playful sway of her hips, she brushed her body against Naruto's, making him sway too.
Her pout deepened, "Come on, Naruto-kun, you promised me you'd loosen up a bit and have a little fun—"
"I tried." Naruto explained with a huff, "But that's after I saw just about all of fucking Tokyo is up in this bitch." He sneered, and Hinata tried her best not to laugh.
"I can't enjoy myself knowing they're probably creeps here getting a free show, checking you out every chance they get."
"Naruto-kun..." Hinata chastised, stepping in front of him, seeking to block his view of the rest of the club. Her shift caused her side-swept split bangs to flutter through the air, hanging loose from her messy bun.
It was a sight that caused Naruto's breath to hitch.
His intense, hardened gaze softened as he looked down at his wife and, naturally, the package that came with her, wrapped around her like a bow.
This time, Hinata wore something much more appropriate for the club in Naruto's eyes, not deliberately picking an outfit that pissed him off like she had before.
Her dress swayed as she stepped in front of him—a stunning, red wine cocktail dress that hugged her body perfectly, clinging to the curves he'd kissed and traced with his tongue time and time again.
The dress was stunningly backless, showing off her smooth, bare back, while the fabric hugged her curves and flowed elegantly down her legs, stopping just above her knees.
Tonight, Hinata went all out with gold jewelry—a delicate necklace that rested just right, bracelets circling her wrists, and earrings that caught the light, all sparkling against her pale skin under the club's glow.
She wore her wedding ring too, its gold band glinting alongside her other accessories.
As she moved, the dress and jewelry seemed to put on a show all their own, and Naruto was practically drooling at the sight.
Naruto couldn't deny—Hinata looked fucking sexy.
But that's exactly the point he was trying to make.
Hinata was just too goddamn perfect, and he can't take her anywhere without other men trying to get a piece.
A piece of what's rightfully his.
The blonde dom groaned, but his gorgeous sub shushed him by his ear, trying to calm his possessive rage.
She traced her red-painted nails along his chest. Her fingers ruffled his shirt a bit before she slid her arms around his tense neck, holding him close with a touch that was both soothing but oh so sensual.
Immediately, Naruto wrapped his arms around Hinata's waist, pulling her in tightly against him. His embrace was firm and secure, drawing her close so that she could feel the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Hina," Naruto whispered against her lips with a shake of his head, apologizing for how awful he'd been acting all night.
He quickly straightened up, especially when he noticed the look his submissive was giving him.
Naruto recognized that look.
It was the same one Hinata always gives him when she wants something.
Her plump, adorable little lips—the very same ones that have been found wrapped around his cock more times than he could count—would sink into a deep pout, just like they were now. Her eyebrows would furrow, and her lavender eyes would sparkle with that classic, puppy-dog look.
But it was that look that gets him every fucking time.
And Hinata gave him that look now, and as always, Naruto felt his resolve instantly melt away.
As her dom, and more importantly, her husband, he vowed to always attend to his sub, his wife. Naruto was always on the lookout for that look, always ready to fulfill whatever Hinata wanted when she gave it to him.
He couldn't resist spoiling his beautiful, midnight blue-haired hime, always pampering her and tending to her every need, whether it was good, bad, or naughty.
It didn't matter what it was.
It was his duty to care for her and fulfill her every desire, and that look in her eyes was his cue to play his part.
So, he couldn't stay mad now...
The blonde dom pouted, "I promised I'd behave, and here I am, whining like a baby."
He scoffed, "A turn off, huh?"
"Aww, no. I-I actually think it's cute, Naruto-kun," Hinata teased with a playful smile, hugging his bulky body of muscles tight, "It's so cute to see how much you care," She added with a soft giggle, looking up at him with that endearing sparkle in her lavender eyes.
Naruto had to lean down slightly to meet her gaze, given their height difference, with his back pressed against the wall.
He huffed, a bit sheepish.
"It's just," Hinata began, rubbing his shoulders to ease the tension there, "I don't like seeing you this way every time we come to the club, babe." She whimpered softly, "I-I can't enjoy myself completely knowing you're not enjoying yourself at all."
"I know. I know, baby," Naruto sighed, nodding his head, his shoulders relaxing a bit.
"I want you to be happy," Hinata said, biting her lip.
Her voice lowered a bit.
"I want you to have some fun with me, daddy."
"Have some fun with you, eh?" Naruto moaned, licking his lips. Without wasting any time, he slid his large hands down and grabbed two generous handfuls of her ass through her dress.
Hinata yelped in surprise.
It was an amusing sight, the way Naruto instantly just came alive at her words, perking up at the sexy pet name she always called him. And as always, it stirred something naughty inside him.
Something feral.
His cerulean eyes seemed to brighten with that familiar mischievous glint, and a playful smirk spread across his tanned face in no time. The tension in his posture seemed to melt away completely, his spine snapping erect in an instant, and Hinata couldn't help but laugh.
That was all it took to get him on board.
Suddenly, Hinata found herself spun around, her back pinned against the wall instead. Naruto's lips began pressing against her jawline in an instant, bombarding her with kisses.
She giggled as he showered her with affection, hidden beneath his tall frame. The music seemed distant now, the crowd fading away as Naruto lavished her with PDA against the club wall.
"Come on, baby, you know how I like to have fun."
"Mmm, do I?" Hinata moaned into her husband's ear, sliding one hand down his chest, feeling him through his unbuttoned shirt. Her other hand gripped his shoulder, keeping her balance.
Naruto growled, roughly yanking her left leg up and holding it against his thigh, trapping himself between her.
His kisses trailed down to her neck, making her moan.
"You wanna find out, huh, right here?" He growled low against her skin, his glossy lips expertly finding the sensitive spot on her neck, right over her pulse. He gave that spot a hard suck that made her squirm, his mouth working its magic against her.
Naruto always seemed to know exactly how to make her crumble, expertly pinpointing every sensitive spot and pleasure point on her body to turn her inside out, almost as if with just a snap of his fingers.
He had an instinctive sense of her body's reactions, anticipating her responses before she even had a chance to react.
His familiarity with her was such that he could effortlessly break her apart.
And all he needed right now was his lips to do so.
"N-N-Naruto-kun.." Hinata moaned breathlessly, feeling tingles rush up and down her spine with every touch of her husband's wet lips on her skin. Each soft suck, sharp nip, and teasing bite made her come further and further undone.
Pleasure surged through her in no time, with desire overwhelming her now that she was so vulnerable, leaving her breathless and her pulse racing in no time.
With how hard he was sucking her, Naruto was definitely on his way to leaving a hickey, his lips pulling at her skin just hard enough.
Maybe that was his plan all along—to mark her and show everyone she belonged to him.
The thought made her heart race even more.
"Do I need to fuck you into this wall to remind you, hm? How I like to have fun?" Naruto emphasized his point by humping his erection against her crotch, driving her back against the wall with enough force that her head hit it too.
Hinata moaned, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through her, a combination he knew she deeply enjoyed. She wrapped her arms around his neck again to hold on, feeling a little woozy.
"Ngh, N-Naruto-kun..."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Naruto teased with a crooked grin, "To be fucked right here, against this wall, so everyone in this fucking club knows who owns you, who owns this sexy body of yours, huh?" Naruto's other hand slid upward, groping her right breast through her dress.
And that's when he remembered she wasn't wearing a bra.
Fuck.
Hinata was going to have him act up.
Naruto breathed through his teeth, swiping his thumb across his wife's hardened nipple through her dress, "Ooh, look at that. Your nipples are so hard, slave," He murmured, a smug grin spreading across his face as he saw how turned on she was—by his foreplay, by his words.
That was all he needed to see.
"So you do like the sound of that, huh?" He teased gruffly, "Being fucked where everyone can see you? Watching as your body writhes as that tight pussy of yours obediently takes all of my cock." He leaned in closer, his voice a low, seductive growl, his breath hot against her ear.
He gripped her thigh tighter, keeping her leg raised against him, his thick fingers digging into her soft skin.
Naruto humped her again, his erection driving into her, and Hinata whimpered, the heat between them growing even more intense. The pressure of his body against hers made her head spin, the world around them fading further as he just openly asserted his dominance.
"Just imagine their faces as they watch you get fucked against this wall, your pretty holes being nice and ravished." He moaned, clearly turned on, "Heh, imagine their envy, knowing that every sexy fucking inch of you belongs to me."
Hinata's pussy clenched.
Her nipple hardened even further against Naruto's thumb.
It's like he could see straight through her.
Naruto leaned into her ear, "You wanted me to have some fun, eh, slut? How about this?" He gave her covered breast a tight squeeze and then a teasing smack before his hand trailed downward, dangerously close to her pelvis below.
Hinata's lavender eyes fluttered up at him, her sense of reality blurring as her arousal intensified.
She always loved it when he called her that—slut. Kami, that word made her insides shudder in the best way. It was so dirty and primal, a kind of degradation that always made her knees weak and her panties soaked in an instant.
It was like a trigger that she couldn't resist, drawing out her submissive side in a heartbeat.
The way Naruto said it, with that possessive growl, made her feel filthy and desperate, like putty in his hands.
Hinata craved more.
"How about..." Naruto trailed off, sneaking a quick peek down before looking back at her, "I have some fun with that pussy of yours instead, hm?"
"B-By fun, I-I was thinking more like dancing, N-Naruto-kun," Hinata whimpered, glancing around nervously. There were people nearby, standing against the wall just a few steps away, while others continuously walked by them.
There were people that could easily see them if they were to...
Her face flushed red.
Naruto was so naughty for this.
She bit her lip nervously, her voice dropping to a low, embarrassed whisper, "You're going to get us kicked out, Naruto-kun."
Naruto shrugged nonchalantly, "Yeah, like that's never happened before."
"B-But—"
"I'll dance if you cum."
"E-Eh? Here?" Hinata gasped, gazing up at her lustful husband in shock, "But there's people-"
"Come on baby, let's not pretend that doesn't turn you on even more," Naruto taunted, his hand continuing its slow descent.
How does he always know?
Hinata pouted, feeling defeated, as always.
She could never win against Naruto.
He had an uncanny knack for reading her every thought, anticipating what she wanted before she even had a chance to voice it.
Whether it was a fleeting idea or a deep-seated desire, he saw right through her, understanding her needs and cravings—be they vanilla, kinky, shameful, or shameless.
He knew every nuance of her desires, and when he called her out on them, she couldn't deny them, no matter how hard she tried.
Her cheeks flushed deeper.
It was seriously impressive how much control he had over her. Hinata realized that even in a packed club, surrounded by people and just complete chaos, Naruto could still completely unravel her with just a touch and a few whispered words.
His influence over her knew no bounds.
No matter where they were, he always had her wrapped around his finger, easily able to revert her back into the same woman she was in their bedroom.
His obedient little slave .
"F-Fine." Hinata sighed, submitting.
"Good girl," Naruto praised, sliding his thick fingers up her exposed thigh and slipping them under the edge of her dress. He pressed against her soaked panties, feeling the quivering of her lips through the fabric.
He smirked, tracing his fingers along her covered slit, right between those shuddering, velvety folds of hers. Hinata shuddered too, her left leg quivering in his firm grip as he kept it lifted slightly, giving him full access to her.
Naruto tilted his head down at her, nodding slightly, "Keep your eyes on me—only me. Don't look away."
The blonde dom raised an eyebrow.
"Understand, slave?"
"I-I understand, daddy." Hinata whispered in his ear, her voice barely cutting through the shifting music and loud chatter around them, giving him the green light.
But Naruto heard her.
And that was all he needed to hear.
"Mmm." Naruto moaned before going all the way, sliding his fingers past her panty line and inside. Instantly, he was met with the warm, wet sensation of her arousal, soaking through her panties. It took no time at all for his fingertips to be coated in her love juices.
"You remember your safe word, right?"
"Y-Yes."
"Good."
As soon as Hinata said those words, Naruto finally loosened up and decided to have some fun tonight...
....by indulging in playing with his sub's pretty pink pussy.
Naruto kept his eyes locked on hers, his intense gaze never wavering as he began to rub her clit with his callous fingers.
The moment his touch made contact, Hinata came alive, her mouth parting in a breathless moan. Her back instinctively arched off the wall, and into his touch.
"O-Oh yes, daddy." Hinata moaned, pressing into him so close her nose brushed against his.
"Mmm, what a naughty, naughty little slut you are, slave." Naruto hissed, his smirk deepening. He leaned in, his lips barely grazing hers in a teasing little kiss, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers.
He started to give her clit slow, deep strokes, feeling the slick warmth of her arousal as her juices steadily seeped from her pussy.
The sensation was deliciously sticky.
From fingertips to knuckles, his digits were completely drenched. Her essence was always so thick and warm, creamy and rich—his absolute favorite to savor.
Hinata's panties were already soaked, clinging to the warmth of her pussy. Each stroke made the lace shift and move against his knuckles, her arousal increasing with every touch he gave her.
He watched as his wife's beautiful lavender eyes fluttered beneath her lids, threatening to close as she lost herself to the pleasure he was giving her.
"You like that?" Naruto whispered huskily, his silver chain swaying along his neck with every move he made.
"You like it when daddy gives that naughty clit special attention, don't you?"
"O-Oh yes, ngh!" Hinata moaned as his fingers quickened their pace against her clit, in no time. The rush of pleasure that hit her was so intense, she couldn't help but let out loud, uninhibited moans, completely falling oblivious to her surroundings.
The thumping music and the cacophony of chatter drowned out her sounds, but even if they hadn't, she wouldn't have cared. Hinata was so lost in the moment, her mind focused solely on the pleasure Naruto was giving her.
"Ooh, your clit is so eager, slave. I can feel how desperately it's begging for my attention," The blonde dom growled softly, his voice vibrating against her ear as he continued to pleasure her.
Round and round, Naruto rocked her sensitive bud in circles, savoring her adorable gasps and shivers.
He hummed, "Mmm, I know exactly what that clit needs."
Hinata moaned louder as his fingertips pressed deeper into her bundle of nerves, rubbing back and forth without pause.
Waves of pleasure rippled through her, making her lurch into his hold, electric sparks shooting through her from Naruto's relentless touch. The constant stimulation was overwhelming, heightening her senses.
"Ooh yes," Hinata moaned once more, "I love it when you touch me, daddy. My pussy loves it so much," She breathed out.
"Fuck yeah. Only me," Naruto growled breathlessly, possessively.
"Yes, only you," Hinata breathed out in a low, raspy whisper, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
It didn't take long for a few onlookers to catch on to their...fun.
Heads turned in their direction, with reactions ranging from intrigued to annoyed, even disgusted. Some exchanged knowing glances as they pieced together what was happening—the naughty things Naruto and Hinata were up to. Others whispered among themselves, and a few chose to walk away, putting some distance between themselves and the scene.
But still, Hinata didn't care.
She let herself moan as loudly as she pleased, her voice a desperate, needy cry in Naruto's ear as he played with her clit.
At that moment, she wasn't concerned about all the stares and whispers around her. All that mattered was the intense pleasure her husband was giving her.
Only that .
Her husband seemed to approve of that.
"That's it, moan for daddy. Don't hold back; let them know who owns you."
He let out a sexy chuckle and planted another kiss on her lips. She responded drunkenly, pressing her lips against his, smearing her lipstick on him.
Naruto didn't mind.
His fingers rocked back and forth against her sensitive clit with a speed that was anything but gentle, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body, from her head down to her toes within her heels.
The sensations just kept building and building, especially with the added thrill of being in public, where anyone could see how much Hinata was enjoying herself.
Her clit, drenched and throbbing, made wet, squelching sounds against her husband's fingers, tingling with each touch as it met his warm flesh and occasionally caught on the delicate lace of her panties.
"Mmm," Naruto moaned again in her ear, his husky voice blending with her own moans, "Your pussy's quivering so much for me, slave. You want my fingers inside you now, don't you?" He teased with a chuckle, leaning in to press his lips against her cheek.
Her skin felt so smooth beneath his lips, and the blonde couldn't help but steal kisses from her, even in the heat of the moment. His wife was just too adorable, so fucking lovable. He couldn't help but gobble her up at every chance he got.
He hummed against her, leaving another lingering, wet kiss, "Oh baby, I can tell that hole's just craving to be filled up," He growled, his murky blue eyes locking onto hers through his spiky blonde bangs. He pulled his fingers away from her twitchy clit for a moment, giving it a brief rest before sliding his fingers deeper into her panties, pressing gently against her entrance.
He felt it twitch profusely.
Naruto clicked his tongue, "Yeah, just as I thought. That pussy's practically begging for me, slave. Heh," He laughed, "seems like I'm not the only one with good taste in fun; your pussy's got it too." He chuckled.
Hinata shuddered, nodding her head wildly, causing her messy bun to fall further out of place, "Y-Yes, please, my pussy wants you to fill it up. I need your fingers inside me, daddy." She begged, lost in a drunken haze.
"Fuck, I just love it when you beg, baby." Naruto murmured hotly.
"How many fingers do you want? Tell me."
"T-Two," Hinata whispered in his ear, her voice eliciting a moan from him. Even his erect cock seemed to like the sound of that, twitching against the confines of his zipper.
"Fuck, baby."
"Please, I want them buried deep inside me. I want your fingers to stretch me out."
"Shit, how the fuck can I say no to that, huh?" Naruto laughed, slipping the tips of his fingers around her quivering hole. It seemed to open up more for him, as if sensing his presence and inviting him to come inside.
Naruto found the way his wife's body responded to him so cute. He rewarded her with another kiss on the cheek, a soft hum of approval vibrating against her skin.
"Well then, my slave has spoken, and I, your master will deliver," He murmured, his voice low and filled with an assurance that was not to be questioned.
He moved closer, his breath warm against her ear. Tugging at her earlobe with his teeth, he gave her opening a firm smack with his fingers, hinting at what was to come.
Hinata shuddered.
"Mmm, let's get you to cum."
The way Naruto spoke left no room for doubt. Whatever shred of control Hinata had, any littering restraint, he knew he was capable of taking it all away from her the moment he slipped his fingers inside her.
Naruto knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he could get her to cum, and she would ultimately fulfill her part of their deal in no time, leaving her mark all over the club floor.
Making her cum was his favorite pastime, and he always came through.
Not once had he ever failed.
If he aimed to make her cum, she was gonna cum. There was no "trying"—only succeeding. And that certainty remained true, even now.
Before Hinata could even catch her breath or brace herself, Naruto's fingers slid effortlessly past her opening, plunging deep inside the wet heat of her core with a powerful thrust.
Hinata's body responded immediately, a sharp, breathless moan escaping her lips as two thick fingers plunged inside her, the sweet intrusion taking her by surprise. Her lavender eyes fluttered back in pure bliss, and her left leg quivered in Naruto's firm grasp.
"Ahh, f-fuck, daddy, you're so deep!" Hinata mewled, shaking her head up at him.
"Oh baby, that's what I like to hear." Naruto moaned in delight, pressing his face into her neck.
"And now..."
He curled his fingers, positioning himself to ensure her G-spot would meet him at the end of his thrusts before he began to move his fingers.
Her stomach tightened right away as he began pumping his thick fingers in and out of her pussy, spreading her open. The warmth in her tickled instantly, hinting that her climax was close, with each pump bringing her even closer.
Naruto's body moved with hers up and down the club's wall, in tune with his fingering. His right arm worked in a rhythmic motion, rocking back and forth with steady force, playing her like an instrument, his fingers thudding against her G-spot.
Over and over.
Hinata's right leg trembled like nobody's business, struggling to keep her upright. At this rate, she was on the edge of breaking her heel and toppling over.
She clutched Naruto's neck more tightly, her fingers grabbing at the collar of his shirt, crumpling it in her grip.
Her breathing quickened, each inhalation ragged as his fingers worked her good. The warmth inside her intensified, spreading through her body in electric pulses.
His steady, relentless pace drove her wild, each thrust deeper, more urgent, making her grip around his neck tighten even further, almost suffocating him at this point.
But Naruto didn't mind that either.
Hinata could feel every ridge of his thick fingers as they pounded against her g-spot, her cervix, bulging her stomach.
Her vision blurred with ecstasy, with only Naruto's intense gaze and the heat of his breath on her skin keeping her grounded.
The club's noise faded away entirely, background noise that seemed muffled and unintelligible. And all at once, she was no longer in TK, surrounded by strangers. She wasn't in public anymore; she was completely at Naruto's mercy.
Everything about him consumed her senses—the deep, dark blue pools of his eyes, the tousled mess of his blonde hair, the whiskey-sweet warmth of his breath, and the crisp, icy scent of the cologne he'd sprayed on earlier.
Not only so, her whole world narrowed down to the sensations he was pulling from her body—sensations she knew all too well.
Her body shivered, and her mind went hazy as she was pushed closer to the edge. The relentless rhythm of his fingers, mixed with the growing warmth and pleasure in her core, had her teetering on the brink of a powerful climax.
Her body was primed and ready for it, quivering with anticipation.
Hinata moaned out, proudly voicing how good she felt, "Ooh, daddy, I'm so close. I'm so-"
"Cum slut. Cum all over this fucking floor." Naruto growled through gritted teeth.
"I wanna see it, no, fucking hear it."
"Ngh, ahh!"
With a final, deep thrust straight into her cervix, it hit her—a powerful climax that rammed into her like a freight train, leaving her gasping and shuddering with the force of it.
Her body quivered, her muscles clenching tight around Naruto's fingers, as a wave of euphoric release slammed into her.
Naruto's eyes softened with satisfaction as he watched his slave fall apart. He could clearly hear her orgasm hitting the floor, even over the pounding music—the splatter of liquid against the ground unmistakable.
Hinata came.
Exactly what he wanted.
And it only took less than a minute.
Naruto hummed in approval, "Mmm, good job, Hina. You came." He murmured, his praise a warm caress against her ear that made her feel so good.
It always did.
"Th-Thank you, m-master," Hinata whispered through her daze, her tongue numb, her vision blurry, and her body hypersensitive.
She was a total mess.
Naruto chuckled, because he knew.
She was indeed a mess, but a beautiful mess of his own making. He couldn't help but admire it.
Without warning, he leaned in and claimed her lips in a wet, sloppy kiss that took her breath away completely.
Hinata gasped as she felt his warm lips crash into hers, but she quickly got into it.
She tilted and bobbed her head to match his, letting him take over the kiss completely. They swayed together against the club's wall, lost in each other despite the busy crowd around them, as if they were just alone in the privacy of their bedroom.
They didn't care.
Hinata moaned into his mouth, tasting the lingering whiskey on his tongue—tangy yet strangely addictive. Naruto could also taste the lingering tequila on her tongue, sweet and so fucking intoxicating.
But despite how exhilarating the kiss was and how good it felt, they both remembered they needed air and reluctantly pulled apart.
As they did, a thin strand of saliva connected them for a brief moment before breaking.
Finally, Naruto slowly withdrew his fingers from her panties and lowered her left leg to join her poor, shaky right one again.
"You've kept your end of the deal, Hinata-chan..." The blonde dom breathed hotly.
He watched as Hinata's lavender eyes tracked the movement of his fingers as they traveled from her pelvis upward. She could smell her own cum lingering on his fingers as he brought them closer to her face.
He gave her a subtle nod, his eyes narrowing slightly as he parted his lips, silently urging her to follow suit. It was so sexy.
Hinata knew what he meant.
She responded without hesitation, and Naruto immediately slipped his fingers into her gaping mouth, allowing her a taste of her cum.
He watched with amusement as her glossy lavender eyes rolled back in pleasure, humming softly around the ring of his fingers as she licked them clean, smearing more of her lipstick onto him in the process.
"Now, that means..." Naruto whispered, his breath lightly grazing her cheek.
"...we can dance."
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After a bit of playtime against the club's wall, Naruto and Hinata finally joined the crowd on the dance floor, just as Naruto had promised.
Hinata was thrilled, and to her surprise, Naruto was too.
Instead of her pulling him onto the dance floor like she thought she would, Naruto took the lead, practically dragging her through the crowd and right into the heart of the action.
They were sandwiched between dancing, sweaty bodies in no time. The music pounded loudly, practically vibrating through every inch of them.
Kumi Koda's "Taboo" blasted from the speakers, the beat of the J-Pop track perfectly synced with the flashing, colorful lights that sliced through the dimness of the club, jolting Hinata awake from her dazed state.
She had to admit, she still felt a little disoriented.
Her body was still tingling from earlier, after cumming all over her hubby's fingers. The tremors in her legs hadn't completely subsided, and her breathing remained somewhat uneven.
But the steady roar of the club, the flashing lights, Naruto's playful gaze, and his eagerness to dance quickly snapped her right back to reality in no time.
Just what she needed.
It didn't take long for her to get into it.
Especially when she saw how much fun her husband was having.
Naruto seemed like a different person now; all the earlier tension that had weighed him down had completely melted away. It was clear their little playtime did the trick—his idea of fun was exactly what he needed.
A little pick-me-up, nothing her pussy couldn't fix.
Gone were the tight shoulders and clenched jaw. The intimidating glares he shot at anyone that had eyes were completely gone too.
Now, Naruto was loose and wild—completely ready to embrace fun without a single care in the world.
And Hinata was all for it.
She knew she could help him out after all.
With a satisfied smile, Hinata swayed her curvaceous hips to the beat of the music, wrapped in the strong arms of her husband. Her hands clasped around his neck, fingers running through his spiky blonde hair, as she put on a sultry little show just for him.
Naruto's hands were firmly on her hips, holding her with a possessive grip she was all too familar with. He moved side to side, perfectly in sync with her. His once bright blue eyes were now dark and intense, solely focused on her, following the tantalizing sway of her hips.
Her hips moved in a hypnotic sway that had Naruto drooling, each roll sending ripples through her tight red dress. The way she moved to the music reminded him of how she rode him during sex—back and forth, side to side, all on his cock.
It was that same sensual grace from Hinata that always drove him wild. Always.
Now it would seem his sub's praiseworthy skills in the bedroom were spilling over into her dancing and it had Naruto both impressed but shooked.
Her hips looked so yummy, swaying like a delicious piece of meat in front of him.
Naruto fought the super strong urge to reach down, lift her dress, and sink his teeth into the soft, plump flesh of her hips, just to taste how juicy they were firsthand.
No, fuck that.
What he really wanted was to just dive face-first into that peach of an ass she's got and have her do that same sway, but on his face as he just eats her out.
Fuck.
Naruto couldn't help but moan.
Her little dance was a tease, a delicious show that had him locked in, craving more.
So much more.
Fuck everyone else, his focus was solely on Hinata. Only her.
Naruto let out another moan as his hands greedily slipped down to grab her ass, scooping up the entire bakery through her dress.
Hinata moaned in response, surprised again by the teasing thrust he gave her right afterward, pressing his erection against her.
Naruto curled around her neck, whispering in her ear, "Mmm, that's it, baby. Keep dancing for daddy." He commanded, "Go on and tease me with that beautiful body that I own."
"Yes. Anything for you, daddy." Hinata hummed, playfully shimmying her ass in the palms of his large hands.
Naruto smirked and gave her ass a hard smack of approval, moaning as he savored her whimper.
"Now, that's a good fucking girl."
He let her go, watching with narrowed eyes as she began to lower her swaying.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Hinata extended her legs, and dipped her body down. She even began to trail her hands along his body, simultaneously as she sank lower and lower to the ground.
Her eyes remained locked on his the whole while, drawing him in deeper with each second of contact. Her hips moved in a slow, snake-like motion, teasing him with every dip.
Naruto groaned, cursing as he got an eyeful of her milky breasts jiggling with the sway of her hips in her dress.
"Fuck yeah, baby," He praised, his voice thick with desire, his dark blue eyes drinking in the sight of her as she danced for him.
"Mmm, I like that shit,"
"Ooh, you're so fucking sexy,"
Hinata could hear Naruto even over the music. His compliments, his praise, his moans and groans, she heard it all, and it made her feel incredible.
He was hooked on her, drunk off her, his hands twitching with the urge to touch her.
She loved how he looked at her, so dark and primal, like any minute he'll pounce and just tear her apart. His eyes tracked her every move, with only her on his mind, and that was exactly how she liked it.
Right now, it was only the two of them.
No one else existed.
Hinata gave him a seductive smirk before shimmying lower, balancing expertly on her heels.
As she lowered, her hands steadily roamed down his body, fingers spread wide to touch every inch of him through his shirt—the firm contours of his chest, the ridges of his six-pack, and the defined curve of his waist.
Occasionally, his shirt would lift just enough to flash her with the sight of his tanned, god-like physique.
It made her swoon and sigh like an obsessed fangirl, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as if she hadn't seen his body a thousand times before or as if he wasn't her husband in the first place.
She could never not fangirl over her own husband.
And just when she thought Naruto couldn't get more irresistible, Hinata felt his muscles tense and flex under her fingertips, turning her on even more.
Her panties grew even more soaked, if that was possible at this point, clinging to her pussy, warm and wet.
Completely ruined.
But Hinata didn't care.
After all, it was a constant reminder of the powerful, unwavering effect her husband had on her. It was actually a wish of hers to be reminded of that fact every second of every day.
So, she was just fine—on top of the world, actually.
Hinata shimmied her shoulders, rocking her head back and forth to the music, the loose strands of her hair flying with her.
Naruto groaned, grinding his pelvis against her roaming hands, his eyes narrowing as he tested her to see how low she could go.
She certainly didn't disappoint, lowering herself with a fluid grace that showed off her flexibility.
So fucking sexy.
Naruto ran a hand through his sweaty hair, cursing again, "That's it, baby. Keep impressing me. Just like that," He praised, his cock practically pulsating, pushing against his boxers, begging to be free.
The way Hinata's body moved had his pulse racing, and the seductive look she flashed him—highlighting her sensual smile glossed with smeared lipstick, flushed cheeks, glossy lavender eyes, and messy hair—made him want her even more.
Made him want to mess her up even more.
Naruto found himself dropping a string of more curses, "Mmm, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so hard after this. I promise you that."
Hinata's lewd grin widened at the corners, her eyes lighting up with excitement at Naruto's praise and his promise.
She heard him, but honestly, all she really needed to catch were the words "Fuck" and "you" and "hard" to know exactly what Naruto wanted to do to her. Hell, he didn't even have to say it—his eyes said it all.
Her pussy clenched in her panties between her spread legs, the ache for him growing stronger.
Instantly, her mind began to race with thoughts of what awaited her once they left the club, anticipation building with every passing second.
The memories of the fun Naruto already had with her tonight only fueled her desire.
Hinata had been aching to get some of her hubby's dick ever since then, and now, with the way he looked at her, she knew the wait wouldn't be long.
Speaking of dick.
Hinata licked her lips as she ran her slender fingers along his belt buckle, giving it a playful flick that made the metal clasp click.
The sound was almost drowned out by the music, but Naruto heard it and groaned in anticipation. Hinata's eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued to tease, her fingers tracing the line of his waistband before finally slithering down to tend to the bulge in his pants.
The midnight-blue-haired sub cupped the front of him, moaning, "Mmm, so hard," over the music, causing Naruto to chuckle.
The blonde dom licked his lips, "You're the only one to blame, slave."
"Oh, I'm so glad," She grinned, rather broadly. Hearing her husband's praise and knowing she was the reason he was rock hard had her feeling a bit...cocky.
So, Hinata decided...to provoke the beast.
She took hold of his cock through his pants and, with a teasing bat of her eyelashes, gave it a nice, firm squeeze.
And that was when Naruto's restraint finally broke, snapping like a frayed rope.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Naruto had told himself he'd behave, that he would stand back and let Hinata have her moment to shine, but the teasing was too much.
He needed to get his hands on his wife right fucking now.
Before Hinata could even blink, Naruto reached down and yanked her ass right back on her feet, causing her to giggle.
But her giggle turned into a moan of glee when Naruto roughly whipped her around, pressing her back against his chest, and gave her ass another smack.
Hinata mewled.
The burn felt so good.
"Sexy fucking slut, mmm," Naruto breathed close to her ear.
"You wanna go for a ride, huh?"
"Yes, daddy, take me for a ride."
That was all Naruto needed to hear.
His large hands found their way to her voluptuous hips, gripping them as he began to guide her into deep, wild dips.
He urged her to grind back into him by rocking her hips to the beat of the music, their movements perfectly synchronized. Their backs rolled in time, hips moving in a rocking motion before crashing together with a satisfying thud on the beat.
Hinata threw an arm back, wrapping it around Naruto's neck and pulling him as close as possible. She could feel his erection pressing into the crack of her ass, poking her every time their hips crashed together, the force taking her breath away each time.
She closed her eyes and moaned in bliss, rocking her hips erotically. Her ass jiggled like jelly with each impact, her cheeks crashing together in time with his thrusts.
Naruto's hands roamed over her body, gripping her dress and feeling the fabric bunch under his touch. It was his turn to explore her body, but with a twist: he began to kiss along her neck too, his lips hot and hungry against her skin.
His hands moved in a scramble, venturing down to boldly grope her left breast through her dress.
He didn't give a damn who saw.
One hand greedily palmed his woman, while the other dipped lower, trailing down her stomach. Naruto claimed her body as if they were alone, touching her wherever he pleased.
He touched her everywhere—her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. His hands were greedy, clawing at the pale skin peeking from her dress with his nails. He suckled at her neck, his lips and tongue tracing hot, wet paths, loving the way her hair tickled his nose and cheeks.
Hinata moaned, tilting her head back towards the ceiling where the flashing lights illuminated her face, capturing her expression of ecstasy. She kept her hips rolling for Naruto as his hands continued to explore every curve of her body through her dress.
Each touch left a trail of warmth, feeding a tantalizing, dark desire deep within them that fueled them both, driving their passion for the entire night.
Naruto couldn't lie; he was actually having fun. With Hinata's body pressed against his and the music riling him up, it felt like time stood still.
It took a while, but Naruto finally began to understand the hype of clubbing—the magnetic pull of letting loose and not giving a fuck.
He finally understood why Hinata loved it so much—the freedom, the raw energy, the sheer joy of dancing without a care in the world.
It was intoxicating.
It felt good—emotionally and physically freeing.
But of course, just when he let his guard down and was actually enjoying himself, something just had to come along and fuck it all up.
Suddenly, everything came crashing down when a dark figure collided directly into Hinata.
A man.
Hinata immediately yelped, startled, her body recoiling in Naruto's grasp. The moment passed so quickly for both of them, and the man seemed to materialize from the crowd of dancing bodies so suddenly.
But Naruto saw what he saw, and he heard what he heard.
The man's sweaty, ugly ass face was inches from Hinata's, his hands flailing like a complete lunatic. And from his stance, it seemed he wanted to have some fun with his woman. He was dancing all over her, invading their space, and totally fucking up their vibe.
But that wasn't what pissed Naruto off.
What really pissed him off was that he could have sworn he heard, "Ya mind if I join?" tumble out of the man's mouth before seeing his dirty hand trail up Hinata's thigh.
This man...
This nobody touched...
His fucking woman.
Oh, Naruto was pissed. Triggered.
His eyes flared with anger, his possessiveness kicking into overdrive.
It was like he'd been subconsciously waiting for this exact moment, the "I knew it" moment, and the tense version of him from before came raging back tenfold.
Without a second thought, he whipped Hinata out of the way and was in front of the man before he even knew what hit him.
Naruto grabbed him by the collar, his grip tight and unyielding. The man was tall, a bit scruffy, clearly drunk, but Naruto didn't give a damn.
Drunk his ass.
He tightened his grip, watching as the male's glazed eyes widened in surprise.
"Hey, what the—!" The man started to protest, but Naruto's glare silenced him instantly.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Naruto growled slowly, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, his eyes deadly—the kind capable of striking a man dead.
Hinata instantly snapped out of her daze, startled by Naruto's sudden hostility.
"W-Wait, N-Naruto-kun. I-It's not what you—" But before she could explain that it was a mistake, a misunderstanding, and that the man was clearly drunk and had just stumbled into her, Naruto's fist had already connected with the poor man's face.
"Get your fucking hands off of my woman, motherfucker."
Naruto's punch was as powerful as it was humbling, a solid, bone-crunching blow.
Hinata could clearly hear the crack of the man's jaw even over the pounding music. He tumbled to the floor onto his back with a loud, body-wincing thud, clutching his bloody nose in a mix of shock and pain, mumbling apologies.
The entire club seemed to freeze at that exact moment.
The surrounding club-goers paused their dances, turning their eyes toward the direction of the sudden outburst. And instantly, their expressions contorted in shock at the scene.
The flashing lights and booming bass suddenly felt distant, as if Naruto's intense rage had created a bubble of silence around them.
But even with all the eyes on them, Naruto didn't stop.
He kept going.
Hinata's hands flew to her mouth in shock as she watched him deliver a kick to the man's side, then another to his ribs, and another to his stomach.
"That's right, apologize, bitch," Naruto roared, watching as the man flailed under his heavy kicks.
"Never fucking touch what's fucking mine," He growled after each strike.
Each kick was filled with raw anger, and the sound of his foot connecting with the man's body echoed through the club.
Thud.
Thud!
Thud!
The poor man tried to shield himself, to plead, but all of it fell on deaf ears.
Naruto's fury was relentless, blinding.
He just kept on kicking.
By now, people began to scramble away from the scene, trying to distance themselves from the clearly one-sided fight. Screams of shock and panic erupted as club-goers pushed and shoved to get out of the way, causing a commotion that grabbed the attention of the entire club. Some onlookers even pulled out their phones, eagerly recording Naruto and his madness.
"Naruto-kun, stop! Stop it!" Hinata cried out desperately, hoping her voice would reach him.
It didn't.
She took the risk and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back, her heart pounding. Seeing her husband so enraged was both terrifying and heartbreaking. The level of violence he displayed was something she never knew he was capable of.
Hinata had seen Naruto angry plenty of times before, but never like this.
He seemed to be in a blind rage, almost as if he'd blacked completely out.
It scared her.
Hinata yanked Naruto back with all her might, her desperate strength just enough to pull him away from the cowering man.
She turned him around and immediately cupped his face, her hands trembling as she tried to calm him.
"Naruto-kun, it's okay. I'm okay," She whispered softly, her eyes pleading for him to let it go and leave the poor man alone.
Naruto's chest heaved with adrenaline, but Hinata's touch—her gentle hands on his face, her soothing words, her soft lavender eyes—was enough to pull him back from the brink.
His breaths were ragged, eyes still blazing with fury as he cast one last glare at the bloodied, damn near crippled man on the floor, who was now being helped up by a couple of bystanders.
Naruto didn't say anything else. He couldn't say anything else—he was too wound up to form words.
Hinata saw that, her heart aching for him, and gently grabbed his arm.
"L-Let's just go." She whispered.
With that, she guided them both through the panicked crowd and out of the club.
People scrambled to get out of their way, murmurs and gasps of shock following their path. But Naruto didn't hear a thing. The adrenaline coursing through his veins and his loud thoughts drowned everything out.
He merely allowed Hinata to lead him out of the club and into the quiet, crisp night. The cool air hit them head-on, a stark contrast to the chaotic heat inside.
Hinata continued to walk, leading him a few paces away until they found themselves in a narrow alleyway. The dim light from a nearby street lamp cast shadows on the brick walls, highlighting the cracks and graffiti that stained them.
Trash cans lined the alley, and the faint smell of damp concrete mingled with the lingering scent of spilled beer from the club.
The distant hum of Tokyo traffic and the muffled club music faded away, replaced by the rustling leaves and the occasional drip of water from a nearby gutter.
It was cooler and quieter here, and Hinata hoped it would be enough to finally calm Naruto down.
Fingers crossed.
Hesitantly, she turned to him, her eyes searching his face for answers, for something.
"Naruto-kun... wh-what was that?" Hinata stuttered, utterly perplexed and still a little shaken up.
"A-Are you okay?" Her voice was soft, filled with worry, her hands gently gripping his arm as if afraid he might slip away into his anger again. She lifted his hand and whimpered at the sight of the blood staining his knuckles.
Naruto finally looked at Hinata, really looked at her, and some of the tension in his body began to ease, but only a little. He was still so fucking angry, he could barely think straight.
"He touched you, Hinata-chan," He managed to growl out, his voice still edged with anger.
"No one gets to do that. No one."
His jaw clenched, the rage still simmering beneath the surface.
He turned and took a step toward her, towering over her. Out of fear, Hinata released him and backed against the rough brick wall of the alley, gasping.
Naruto's eyes burned through the darkness with a fierce possessiveness, the intensity of his anger almost overwhelming, and it didn't seem like it was going away anytime soon.
Hinata whimpered, her eyes softening, "Naruto-kun, please, just take a deep breath, c-calm down. It was a misunderstanding." She began to explain, "The man was just drunk and stumbled into me. He didn't mean to... to provoke you." She tried to steady her voice, but the nervous tremor there was unmistakable.
She couldn't hide it.
Naruto was always so terrifying when he was angry.
The last time she felt this scared was when she went to a party without his permission and got caught. And that night ended with her punished, both her holes completely filled with his cum, leaving her barely able to string a sentence together.
Back then, he was jealous too—angry and drunk, caught up in his own emotions.
But now...
Now, he wasn't just angry and maybe a little drunk—the jealousy he felt this time was dialed up, intense, like it had been cranked up tenfold.
This time was...different.
He wasn't left with secondhand accounts anymore, imagining what might've happened or trying to fill in the gaps of what did, all because he wasn't there.
This time, he was right there with her, fully in the moment. And not only that, but he was wrapped up in his own version of the story—his perception of what had gone down—and wasn't in the right state of mind to consider any other possibility.
Right now, he was probably replaying everything that had just happened, again and again, like a loop in his head, making everything he felt burn even more intensely.
Looking at him now, those past moments of jealousy seemed almost tame in comparison.
He was practically fuming, on the verge of another blackout.
This was on an entirely different level than anything she had ever witnessed before. She had no idea how to handle it, or what might be in store for her because of it.
Naruto's breathing remained heavy, his eyes dark, keeping her pinned to the brick wall.
He clenched his fists.
"Misunderstanding or not, he touched you. And for that, he got what he fucking deserved," Naruto growled with little remorse. Hinata gasped, her mouth opening to speak again.
But she was cut off.
"Hinata-chan, I want you to listen to me, and listen well." Naruto stepped closer until Hinata was sandwiched between the wall and his rock-hard chest, with nowhere to go.
His bloody hand reached down and grasped her chin, roughly lifting it to meet his furious gaze.
Hinata whimpered.
"You are mine. Only mine," He whispered, staring deep into her soul as if he were speaking directly to it.
The raw intensity in his voice, the dark glare in his eyes, and the way his thick fingers gripped her face, squeezing it tightly, made her heart race even faster, a mix of fear and excitement swirling within her.
What was wrong with her?
Her husband had just beaten a defenseless drunk man because he thought he touched her, caused an embarrassing scene, and was clearly pissed off, and here she was, excited.
Hinata couldn't deny one thing: the effect it had on her whenever Naruto claimed her, especially when he confirmed it verbally, so close like this.
The breath from his words tingled against her cheeks, sending shivers down her spine.
His fingers left her chin and began to trail down her body through her dress, gliding slowly down her neck.
He traced the curve of her collarbone.
She shuddered.
"Anyone who lays a fucking hand on any part of your sexy body," Naruto growled deeply.
His fingers moved lower, grazing her right breast. He lingered there for a moment, pressing harder to pinch her nipple possessively.
He drank in the whine she gave him.
Continuing down her torso, his hand brushed against her waist, sending more shivers through her body. He surprised her when he stopped at her pelvis, pressing firmly.
His eyes narrowed as he locked onto hers, "They'll answer to me," He grumbled.
Naruto meant every word.
His intense gaze and the raw power in his voice left no room for doubt. It was clear-cut, sealed in stone.
Hinata's breath hitched, her body responding to her husband's commanding presence, caught between fear and a thrill she couldn't deny. Even now, she couldn't ignore the feeling of more of her juices soaking her already damp panties.
"Do you understand me, slave?" Naruto asked her again, his voice rougher than before, demanding an immediate response from her.
Hinata didn't hesitate for a moment.
She nodded frantically, "Y-Yes, master. I-I understand."
"Good." He grumbled deeply, a sound that pierced the quiet night. His grip tightened on her, and then he spoke his next words.
It was those words that nearly made Hinata cum right then and there.
"Now, I want you to..." Naruto trailed off, nodding toward the brick wall she was pressed against.
"Turn around, place both of your hands on that wall, and bend the fuck over."
Hinata nearly choked on her spit, struggling to process his command.
She knew exactly what he wanted.
She glanced around the alleyway, noting how the entrance was wide open for anyone to walk by and see them if they were to...
This was starting to feel all too familiar.
She turned back to Naruto, only to see him raising an eyebrow. He tilted his head, his blonde bangs further covering his icy blue eyes.
"Is that hesitation, slave?"
"N-No! I-I just don't—"
"Don't what?" Naruto growled through clenched teeth, his breath hot against her cheek.
"Don't want to be seen? Don't want to be caught?" His hand slipped down to grip her ass firmly.
Hinata whimpered.
"Or don't want to disobey me?"
Hinata's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling. She could feel the heat from his anger radiating off him, his sheer dominance overwhelming her senses. He stared at her with that look that always shook her, daring her to say the wrong thing, to test his patience further.
She knew better than to do that.
Hinata swallowed, "I-I don't want to disobey you, master," She whispered, her voice barely audible. There it was again, his ability to completely fuck with her mind, to get her to say exactly what he wanted. And he confirmed the mental loop he trapped her in with his next words.
"Then do as I say," Naruto commanded, his tone leaving no room for defiance. Hinata swallowed hard, realizing this was a battle she wasn't going to win. Naruto was furious, and she knew the only way to calm him down was by two things: her obedience and her body.
So, she did what she always did in the end: she obeyed.
Slowly, Hinata turned to face the wall, placing her hands against the cold, rough surface, spread apart.
She bent over, feeling the vulnerability of her position and the thrill that came with it.
Naruto's hands were on her hips in an instant afterward, his presence looming behind her as he leaned in.
"That's it," He murmured, his voice a low growl.
"Now that's a good girl."
Hinata's breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. She felt Naruto's hand slide down to the hem of her dress, and without wasting any time, he lifted it up to finally expose her black lace panties, to get a good look at how soaked they really were.
He growled in satisfaction, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric, "So beautiful, and so wet..." He moaned.
"...and all fucking mine."
With one swift motion, he reached forward and grabbed her messy bun, yanking it back so her ear was brought close to his lips.
Hinata whimpered, her neck snapping back rather harshly. She bit her lower lip, her inner freak emerging, fueled by his words and the roughness of his touch.
"Now, here's what's going to happen tonight, slut." Naruto whispered gruffly.
"I'm going to fuck you right here, where anyone could see. And you're going to scream my name so everyone on this fucking block knows you're mine."
His fingers trailed up and down her slit, teasing her through her panties, "And you're going to be a good little slut and take every fucking thing I give you." He growled, huffing a bit.
"Now that's easy to understand, right, slave?"
Hinata nodded, but whimpered when Naruto's hand landed a stinging slap across her exposed cheeks, causing her legs to shake.
"Right, slave?"
"Yes! Oh yes, master!" Hinata cried out, her voice filled with desperate need, echoing throughout the alleyway.
"Please fuck me. Use me, take your anger out on me. Do whatever you want with me, master!!"
"Mmm," Naruto murmured as he leaned his pelvis forward, pressing his bulge directly into the crack of her ass. He began to slide it back and forth along the slit of her covered velvety folds.
Hinata moaned, feeling the warmth of his cock even through his jeans.
"What a good little slave you are. Just stay right there, and I'll do just that."
Everything seemed so...quiet.
The city noises faded; the distant club music and the chatter of people were all but gone—quiet.
All Hinata could hear now was her breathing, the pounding of her heartbeat, and the sound of a belt unbuckling behind her.
That was all she needed to hear to know what was coming next.
And she braced herself for it and made sure to ready her vocal cords as well.
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All Hinata could do was scream.
Her ecstatic cries and choked groans pierced the night, reverberating off the alley walls and spilling into the streets of Tokyo. The soft jingling and jangling of her jewelry sounded like delicate bells in the distance, chiming in sync with her moans.
Hinata couldn't hold back her voice as her husband pounded into her, driving her deeper and deeper into the unforgiving alley wall.
The pleasure was overwhelming, flooding through her like a powerful current, from the tips of her trembling fingers scraping the rough brick to the soles of her unsteady feet crammed into her heels.
With each thrust, her love juices squelched as he stirred her up, the slickness seeping down her thighs and dripping to the ground, steadily adding to the expanding pool beneath her.
The initial embarrassment of being bent over and fucked against a gritty alley wall—hell, of being fucked outside in public, just steps away from a rowdy nightclub where anyone could stumble upon them—had long disappeared for Hinata.
Having the literal sense fucked right out of her had a way of doing that to her.
Her red dress was hitched up around her waist, revealing her trembling thighs and bare back, the once neat fabric now disheveled and twisted.
Her breasts had been pulled out of the front of her dress by Naruto and were now pressed against the rough wall. Her nipples scraped against the concrete again and again, blending a sting of pain with the rush of her pleasure.
Her drenched panties were gathered around her ankles, leaving her voluptuous, sore ass cheeks fully exposed, ready for Naruto to take his anger out on.
The chill of the night barely registered to her now, its sharp bite long gone from her senses. She no longer felt the cool air against the exposed parts of her body, as if her skin had grown numb to it.
Her hands gripped the rough, cold brick wall, the gritty surface biting into her palms. Her knuckles whitened from the pressure, each breath coming faster as she fought to steady herself.
Her back arched beautifully under the force of Naruto's powerful grip around her throat, his bruised fingers pressing firmly against her trachea. He applied just the right amount of pressure there, restricting her airflow just enough to add that slight edge of discomfort—exactly the way he knew she craved.
He kept her head pulled back, ensuring her glossy lavender eyes remained fixed on his piercing, icy blue gaze as it bore down on her from above. The intensity of his stare held her captive, forcing her to confront the burning jealousy and anger seething within those darkened blue eyes of his.
His jeans and boxers were slung low around his hips, though Hinata couldn't quite remember when he'd yanked them down now—it had all happened so fast.
Now, his thick, throbbing cock was buried deep inside her—finally.
The distant city sounds and muffled club beats had long disappeared, overshadowed by the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain, desire and possession, submission and domination.
Their half-clothed silhouettes swayed against the dim alley walls, barely lit by the distant streetlights, casting shifting shadows across the bricks with every movement they made.
At this moment, embarrassment was the least of Hinata's concerns.
None of that mattered now.
Nothing else but Naruto.
....and his cock.
"Ooh, yes, daddy!" Hinata mewled uncontrollably. Her breath came in ragged, shaky gasps as Naruto roughly buried all nine inches of his thick cock into her sopping wet pussy, his balls slapping against her with a wet, sloppy smack with every thrust.
His rock-hard hips crashed into her with the force of a whip, each thrust delivering a punishing slam that reverberated through her flesh. The impact was so powerful it created a visible tremor, making her plump, rounded ass cheeks jiggle and quiver as if they were made of jelly, leaving them bruised.
But the tremors didn't end there.
They traveled up her spine and spread outward like ripples in water—intense upon contact and then gradually fanning out, causing her entire body to shudder.
"Yes! F-F-Fuck me. Fuck me just like that, daddy!!"
Naruto groaned like a man possessed, his nose buried in his wife's midnight-blue hair, soaking in every mewl and scream that escaped her lips. Her voice was so beautiful like this, raw and melodic in its desperation, echoing with the perfect mix of pain and pleasure that drove him wild.
Each sound she made fed his hunger, urging him to fuck her harder, deeper, relishing the way her body trembled under his control.
Then, he caught sight of her face.
Her beautiful, beautiful face.
His head dipped lower to get a better look at her, his blue eyes darkening with desire, his mind clouded with lust.
She was exactly how he wanted her—his filthy little slut, his submissive wife, screaming her pretty little head off as he fucked the shit out of her.
Her lavender eyes were rolled back, glazed with sheer ecstasy, while her tongue flicked out in breathless, gasping pants, like a dog in heat.
Her makeup was a mess, her once-neat foundation now streaked and smudged, giving her a flushed, dewy look. Her eyeliner had smudged into dark, smoky shadows around her eyes from her tears, and her red lipstick was smeared unevenly, blending with the saliva pooling at the corners of her lips to create a lustrous sheen.
Her hair clung to her flushed cheeks, the dark blue strands sticking to her damp skin as sweat glistened on her forehead and neck, trickling down her porcelain skin in streams.
Fuck.
Seeing her like this—so messy, so wanton, and just completely lost in pleasure because of him—just turned Naruto on more—so much more.
At this rate, he was going to fuck her into pieces.
He smirked crookedly.
Naruto tightened his grip on her throat, savoring the hitch in her breath, "Mmm, that's it, slut," He growled, his voice thick with rough satisfaction, "Scream all you want. Scream as you take this fucking dick." His voice rumbled low and husky, sending shivers of heat through Hinata's exposed lower body, even as the cool night air nipped at her skin.
"I want that voice of yours nice and raw by the time I'm done with you."
"Yes! Ooh, fuck, daddy!" Hinata moaned, her voice breaking as he plunged his cock deep inside her for another thrust. Her back arched even more, his thick tip slamming against her cervix with a powerful jolt.
The sensation made her choke on her own spit, gasping for the air Naruto's grip on her throat was denying her.
His cock pounded into her like a jackhammer, each thrust driving deeper, stretching her pussy wider and wider like a mouse in its burrow. And every time, he never missed the mark, hitting all the spots that made her break—her G-spot, her cervix, her womb.
Hinata's eyes rolled to the back of her head again, her lashes fluttering.
She felt so fucking good that she couldn't think straight.
Hinata had always known that an angry Naruto was a good fuck, and even more so when he was drunk.
But she could never get used to the sheer, overwhelming force of an angry, drunk, and jealous Naruto all rolled in one—the raw intensity of his anger, his unchecked desire, and the wild, possessive energy he unleashed was unlike any other time he'd ever had her.
After all the years they'd known one another, and all the years of their marriage, this side of him always brought on a special type of fucking—one she certainly won't forget.
This side of her husband was in a league of its own.
Naruto fucked with a raw intensity that intensified with each thrust—harder, faster, and more aggressive.
No mercy.
It was as if he had tapped into an endless reserve of stamina, fueled by his jealousy.
Nothing could slow him down or get in his way as he pushed her to her limits, intent on fucking her senseless—on completely destroying her.
Not even the fact that they were out in the open, going at it like two stray dogs in the dark alley with the risk of being seen, mattered to Naruto.
He didn't give a damn about any of that.
If anything, he wanted them to see. He wanted everyone to witness him ravaging her against the alleyway wall, to see exactly who her pussy belonged to and who was the only one meant to please her.
He wanted everyone to know Hinata was his and only his.
So, he welcomed the idea of a show and was determined to put on one.
"Yeah," Naruto huffed, "scream my fucking name, slut. I want somebody to hear that shit." He demanded through gritted teeth.
"Oh kami, N-Naruto-kun!!" Hinata moaned, her legs trembling as each hard, throbbing inch of him pushed her to the edge. She could feel every ridge and vein as his cock pushed past her entrance, forcing her inner walls to stretch around him, leaving her deliciously full and breathless.
With the way he was going, the intense fullness of him inside her was so overwhelming that it truly felt like she was gonna burst into tears.
No matter how many times he's fucked her or the different positons he's slutted her out in, it always felt like the first time. Every time Naruto's cock filled her up, the sheer bliss he brought her went beyond just memory or simple recollection.
He always surpassed her expectations, making every moment she opened her legs for him feel new, intense, and, just so fucking good—there was no better way to describe it.
Each time, her pussy felt as happy as it could possibly be—and right now, it was even more so.
She's come so many times already.
Her legs had grown weak, so weak she feared she might collapse, and her hands, now limp and shaky, fought to remain pressed against the brick wall.
Hinata was so caught up in the moment that she hardly noticed when her hands slipped from the wall, only for Naruto to yank them back into place.
"Keep those hands on that fucking wall," He growled, punctuating his command with a sharp swat to her ass that made her squeal.
"Aww, what's the matter?" He taunted, sweat dripping from the ends of his blonde hair and splattering onto her forehead.
"Having trouble focusing when that naughty pussy of yours is stuffed full of cock, huh?" He murmured, his breath hot and ragged.
His icy blue eyes gleamed coldly as he looked down at her, a look that screamed he was just a second away from saying "fuck it" and completely tearing her apart.
It was so hot.
Hinata shuddered, struggling to respond, "N-N-N—" but before she could finish, Naruto cut her off.
"Oh, don't worry," He said with a smirk, "I've got something that'll really get your attention."
Without warning, Naruto yanked his hand from her neck, leaving her head to loll unsteadily, heavy like a weight she could no longer hold up. It took her a few moments to gather herself, just enough to glance over her shoulder and catch him leaning down, spreading her asscheeks even wider.
She whimpered, "N-Naruto-kun, wh-what are you—eep!!" Her question was abruptly cut off as Naruto suddenly spat a thick glob of saliva onto her quivering asshole.
Her second hole.
His saliva was hot and sticky, and the feeling of it plopping onto her, pooling into her pulsating back door caused her to flinch, her body reacting instinctively.
But that was all Naruto needed to do for Hinata to sense what was coming next...
Or so she thought...
Naruto's movements were so fast and silent it was almost... scary. His intense, quiet anger was so palpable it left her feeling wide open, totally unprepared for whatever else he had in store.
And she certainly wasn't ready for what he did next.
Suddenly, he grabbed her by her messy bun again, and yanked her head back. But what really caught her off guard was when he hawked up a wad of spit and spat it directly onto her face.
A deep groan escaped her lips.
Oh, her freaky ass loved that.
He then pressed the side of her face against the rough brick wall, the coarse surface digging into her cheek.
She groaned again.
"Keep that pretty little face right there." He hissed, his breath hot against her ear, "Move it and I'll make sure you fucking regret it."
Hinata moaned softly at the rough, filthy way her husband was handling her, her tongue flicking out to catch the thick saliva dripping down her face. The warm, slick fluid smeared across her eyes, clinging to her lashes, cheeks, and nose, further messing up her makeup.
"Yes, master," She whispered breathlessly, licking her lips, spreading his saliva across them.
Naruto groaned, a deep one.
He rewarded her by rubbing circles around the rim of her well-used anus with his thumb, stirring it from its slumber. All the while, he never paused his thrusting, only intensifying the pleasure for her, pulling the tension tighter in her core.
She moaned, long and deep.
"Mmm, fuck. You drive me so fucking crazy, baby," He groaned, moving his hips in a rhythmic grind, "Ya got me feeling shit I can't control." He continued, rubbing the rim of her wet anus with steady circles. Even with his hand pressing her head against the wall, Hinata wiggled her hips slightly, thrilled by the sound of his deep moans.
"Ya got me doing shit I never thought I would do." He whispered, shaking his blonde locks.
Hinata bit her trembling lip.
She knew exactly what Naruto was getting at—his jealousy, his possessiveness, the simmering anger he was feeling now, and the rage that had flared up back at the club. The whole misunderstanding, and of course, the fight that had set everything off.
She could sense his emotions, feel them coursing through her with every thrust, every touch, every word he uttered, each one a raw embodiment of what he was going through.
Yes, she felt it all.
But her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Naruto suddenly plunged his thumb deep inside her anus, reaching all the way to the knuckle. He curled it inside her while maintaining his merciless pace with his cock slamming in and out of her pussy.
It was intense.
Hinata mewled, her lavender eyes crossing in bliss.
"G-Gahh! N-Naruto-kun, pl-please warn me—!"
"Oh stop that. You enjoy this, don't you?" Naruto's voice dropped to a low, possessive growl, cutting her off mid-sentence. He pulled his hand away from her face, a few strands of her hair following, rustling softly in the air.
He let her go, but she knew better than to move.
She remained perfectly still.
His fingers began to trace possessively over her flushed skin, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the coolness of her sweat-drenched body. He let his free hand glide down her body, fingertips traveling from her face and neck to her bare backside, sending shivers through her.
"You get off to daddy getting all jealous, don't you? From watching me get all worked up over you," He continued, his fingers mapping her spine.
His eyes grew darker as he looked at her, "It just turns you on, doesn't it, Hinata-chan?"
Instantly, Hinata's face flushed crimson.
'Oh my kami, no way!' She thought, her heart pounding with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
She felt as if she'd just been... called out.
The sudden confrontation hit her like a shockwave, catching her completely off guard.
Naruto's words were blunt and serious, and the fact that he used her name directly this time, skipping the usual pet names he used, made it all the more intense.
Hinata was never prepared for moments like this—when Naruto stripped away her every layer.
When he read her.
Dissected her.
Yet again, he had outdone himself, proving he played his role as both her husband and dominant to perfection.
The way he seemed to understand exactly what she felt and what she desired was both frightening but oddly thrilling.
She couldn't deny that.
Hinata felt herself edge even closer to another orgasm.
Naruto's smirk widened as he observed her reactions—her hesitation, her silence, her flushed cheeks.
It gave her all away.
The blonde dom let out a dark chuckle that echoed in the alleyway, his laughter vibrating against her ears.
"Oh baby, what have I told you?" He moaned.
His large hand slid possessively down to her waist, wrapping around her ass with a firm grip. He continued his thrusts, his thumb keeping her asshole nice and full, while his other hand busied itself by massaging her plump ass.
Hinata purred.
"I know you too well."
Without warning, Naruto delivered a sharp pop to her left cheek.
She yelped at the sudden sting, the sensation intensified by the fullness she felt in both her ass and pussy, both holes fluttering in happiness by the special treatment.
Not pausing, Naruto moved over to her right cheek and gave it a pop as well.
The sting only fueled her pleasure, and a throaty moan escaped her lips.
"You can't hide anything from me." Naruto teased, his tone laced with a wicked satisfaction, "I know you love it when I take out all my anger on these perfect little holes of yours. I know."
Hinata shook her head, trying to deny it, but her thoughts were a tangled mess and her words kept getting caught in her throat.
It was pointless to resist.
She couldn't fight both her desires and Naruto, not when her body felt this good and her mind's total mush. Her energy was spent, and deep down, she knew he was right.
So...
"O-Oh, Naruto-kun," She whispered, turning slightly toward him with a pout.
Gathering her courage, she decided to just own up to her ugliness, to be a big girl and take the risk—to come clean to her dom hubby.
Hinata nodded, causing more loose strands from her messy bun to tumble free, "Y-Yes," Her strained voice breathed, "Y-You're right. I-I love it when you use me, whether you're angry, drunk, or jealous. I don't care, I-I love it."
For a moment, her confession felt like déjà vu to her.
"My holes crave it. My body needs it, daddy." Her voice trembled and broke, but Naruto caught every word.
She saw the anger in his eyes intensify, even in the darkness.
He wrinkled his nose, scowling, "Is that so, slave?"
It was hesitant, but Hinata nodded.
Naruto's scowl grew even deeper.
Suddenly, he delivered a sharper, more punishing smack to her ass. The sting was searing, and so sudden, like fire cracking against her asscheeks. It left her screaming, teetering unsteadily on her legs, both of her cheeks a nice fiery red.
Naruto's favorite color on her.
"Ahh," He sneered with a shake of his head, "what a naughty fucking slut of a wife I have," He snarled, "All of this is your fault, Hinata-chan, and here you are, enjoying every second of it."
"N-No, Naruto-kun, it isn't like that—!" She protested, her voice shaky and desperate, but her body betrayed her.
It always does.
Naruto's growl deepened, his teeth bared like a feral animal ready to pounce, "Oh, that's fine. That's just fine." He spat.
"I've got something for that ass," He snarled, his eyes blazing with a possessive hunger that made her heart race.
Without warning, he pulled his thumb out of her aching hole and stopped his thrusts completely. Hinata gasped, her mind racing as she tried to process his words, to predict his next move.
Everything was moving so fast.
Naruto also pulled his cock out of her pussy with a wet, squelchy plop, leaving her feeling achingly empty.
"Wh-What...?" She whimpered, confused.
Instead of answering, Naruto firmly grasped the base of his cock, repositioning it higher.
"This, right here." He finished his earlier sentence with a lewd smirk, peering at her through his tousled blonde bangs.
With a firm push, he suddenly drove his cock deep into her tight, quivering asshole.
He didn't bother being gentle, barely grazing her before plunging in deep with an animalistic grunt, overpowering the resistance of her tight walls.
Her anus was ready, even when she wasn't, eagerly swallowing him up, taking in every inch of him down to the balls. Her velvety walls twitched and clenched around his thick girth, adjusting to his intrusion with intense, frenzied pulses of pleasure.
"H-H-Holy shit!" Hinata screeched. Her body lit up instantly, like she'd been jolted to life.
Her eyes snapped open, senses going into overdrive at the shock of his powerful entry. The sudden, overwhelming fullness of his cock plunging inside her sensitive anus walls knocked the wind out of her, made her lose her breath, hell, left her feeling completely dumb.
She couldn't hold it in and came right there, squirting all over the ground, with some of her juices even spilling onto Naruto's shoes.
"Fuck yeah," The blonde dom hissed in approval.
Her lavender eyes rolled, her tongue springing out of her mouth, "Oh, k-kami, you're so rough with me, master!" Hinata whimpered, her voice trembling with every word, "So rough with my ass." Her legs wobbled uncontrollably, and she feared she might snap her heels and collapse face-first against the brick wall in front of her.
Things only intensified when another sharp sting from a brutal slap landed across her exposed cheeks, causing her ass to shudder and shake.
The impact added to the growing collection of bruises and vivid red handprints that covered each cheek, making her skin glow like a red LED light in the dark, burning with the lingering heat of Naruto's furious strikes.
The blonde dom leaned in close, glaring at her, "Mmm, that's it. Nice and rough, just how that ass likes it, slut," He sneered, giving her a sharp nod.
"Now, get back to fucking screaming."
Hinata thought things were intense before, but once Naruto started focusing on her anus, the experience shot to an entirely different level of intensity. The added sensation overwhelmed her, amplifying every feeling to the extremes.
He wanted to fuck her silly, and silly was exactly what he got.
Hinata felt like her mind had fallen completely blank. Naruto fucked her thoughts away, all her worries away, everything away.
He was a total beast with his relentless thrusts, now attacking her ass with the same brutal intensity he had used on her pussy. It was like he'd lost himself in the moment, his speed and force ramping up as if he were on autopilot.
At times, she could barely catch her breath, her moans coming out choked, ugly, and breathless, as if she was dying. Her face twisted into love-drunk expressions that spoke for itself about how amazing she felt.
Each thrust felt like a full-on workout for her ass, his thick cock stretching and drilling her deeper and deeper, hitting spots deep inside her that she didn't even know existed. It felt like he was reaching all the way inside her, almost as if he were fucking her intestines.
It was so intense.
But so fucking good.
Hinata came over and over, her body convulsing, shuddering, twitching. Anything her body could do to express how good it felt, it did that, and then some. She twisted and arched like crazy in the dim alleyway, her legs trembling as if she were balancing on a tightrope.
Throughout it all, Naruto's voice never stopped—his husky, whispered words filled her ear as he held her in place, ensuring she took every thrust, every inch of his cock, and every bit of the anger he needed to release.
His orders.
His degradation.
His dirty pet names.
His moans and groans—all of it melded together, wrapping her mind up in his voice, his touch, and his cock.
"I want to hear you loud and clear, slut."
"Let everyone know who's fucking you."
"Show them how good my cock feels, how hard I'm making you cum."
Hinata's breath hitched, her voice rising as the overwhelming pleasure surged through her, "Ooh, Naruto-kun! I'm yours! I'm yours!" She cried out, desperation clear in her every word.
"Please, use me. Use my holes, Naruto-kun! Fill me up however you want! Make me cum, gahh!"
Naruto's grin grew wider as he took in her desperate pleas, her voice echoing off the alleyway walls. The raw need in her voice pushed him to pound her harder.
He tightened his grip on her waist, pulling back until just the tip of his cock teased her rim. Then, with a powerful thrust, he plunged deep into her ass, reveling in the way her velvety walls squeezed him tight, clinging to him for dear life.
Hinata let out a thrilled squeal, her body quivering.
Naruto watched with a satisfied smirk as her tightness engulfed his erection, the sensation of her warmth and resistance creating a delicious friction. Her inner walls clenched and pulsed around him, and with a deep grunt from Hinata, her hole formed a perfect, fluttering rosebud, as if trying to force him out.
But he just kept on fucking.
He delivered another sharp smack to her ass, grinning as her cheeks jiggled from the impact, her sweet voice escaping her lips to bless his ears, "Don't even think about pushing me out, slut," He growled huskily.
"I'm staying right up in this bitch."
"F-F-Fuck!" Hinata squealed, dark spots blurring her vision.
His cock moved in and out of her asshole in a blur, his thick tip barely visible before plunging deep into her gut. Her scorching walls clenched around him with a desperate grip, confused on whether to keep him inside or force him out. At times, her anus walls tightened like a vice around him, while at other moments they puffed up, seemingly trying to push him out.
It had his motherfucking eyes rolling.
The intense heat radiating from her insides felt like it was curling into his stomach, rivaling the flames of his anger and threatening to overwhelm him, turning his vision dark.
Naruto groaned in bliss, throwing his head back.
Fuck, he was utterly addicted to her holes—her pussy, her asshole, hell, even her mouth.
He couldn't forget about that hole.
Each one was so tight and greedy, clinging around him as if they couldn't function without him. They offered a perfect, almost hypnotic massage for his cock.
His wife's holes were his ultimate remedy, a way to calm his angry ass down, and turn any shitty day into a good one for him.
Her holes were pure magic—heaven-sent.
And he was going to use each and every one, right here.
"That's more like it," He murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as his hands glided around her waist to cup her breasts.
He gave them a firm squeeze, realizing how much he'd neglected them, and pulled her slightly back from the wall to pinch her nipples between his fingers.
He played with them, rolling the sensitive buds beneath his fingertips.
Hinata jolted at his touch, her hypersensitive body immediately responding to the attention.
He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of her head, snuggling in close to her.
"Mmm, you can be such a good girl, screaming for daddy." He mewled quite seductively, grinding his pelvis against her quivering asscheeks, stirring around her anus insides with his cock.
Naruto delighted in the deep, throaty groans that Hinata gave him.
And of course, he took delight in the way her asshole tightened around him, the warmth and snug fit of her naughty hole sending shivers of pleasure through him.
"Such a good girl."
Hinata sighed in bliss, basking in her dom hubby's satisfaction.
Even if it was for a second.
Because in one swift motion, Naruto pulled back after driving deep into her ass a few times, the wet, plop of his withdrawal echoing following another glimpse of her cute, bulging rosebud.
And without missing a beat, he shifted lower, and in an instant, he was back inside her pussy, slamming into the oblivious hole with a powerful thrust that shoved her body hard against the brick wall.
The rush of pleasure shot up her spine, spreading to her shoulders and almost causing her to collapse to her knees.
Naruto wasn't finished with her—not by a long shot.
In fact, he started to get... creative.
He switched things up, treating her holes to a game of eenie meenie miney mo, constantly darting in and out of them.
Her pussy.
Her ass.
Then, her pussy again.
It drove her to the brink of madness.
The cycle was merciless, a continuous loop of raw, primal need that pushed Hinata to the brink of fainting.
Every time she got used to him being in one hole, he switched to the other, keeping her in a constant state of heightened arousal and alertness.
At times, he even decided to play games.
Petty games.
Once, he pulled out of her pussy and paused, leaving her in suspense. She was certain he'd move to her ass next. She just knew it, and so, she braced herself for it...
...only to be caught off guard when he dove right back into her pussy.
The unexpected move, a trick of Naruto's, pushed her over the edge, making her cum right then and there.
And it wasn't the first time.
Each switch, each playful trick, and every transition between her holes felt like a reset, driving her toward another intense climax that hit just as hard as the last.
She couldn't stop cumming.
She couldn't stop screaming.
Mumbling incoherently, her mouth frothing with saliva, Hinata was a total mess as Naruto made sure neither of her holes was left neglected. He stretched and used both of them until they were sensitive to the touch, with trails of her juices leaking out of both, pulsating and convulsing uncontrollably.
He made sure neither escaped the full brunt of his anger.
He used them both until his heart's content, switching between them until every ounce of his anger was spent.
Gone.
Hinata lost track of how many times she came. She had no idea what time it was or if anyone had passed by the alley and seen them—or even heard them—during their... playtime.
She was completely out of it.
By the end, Hinata was a trembling, flushed mess against the alleyway wall, her dress hanging half off and her body smothered with sticky cum. Her face, pale skin, and just any exposed flesh not covered by her dress gleamed with a mix of sweat, saliva, and her love juices, streaked and sullied.
The midnight blue-haired sub panted heavily, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she slumped against the brick.
Crouched with her legs spread wide, her swollen, thoroughly used pussy and asshole were fully exposed. Both holes were pumped full with cum, the thick hot jizz spilling steadily from each, forming a shimmering pool of white on the ground beneath her.
The thick liquid dripped and splattered onto the ground like raindrops with each shuddering breath she took.
Yes, she was a total mess.
Naruto , on the other hand...
The blonde dom let out a deep, satisfied sigh as he straightened his clothes, pulling his jeans and boxers back into place.
"Well, would you look at that," He said with a contented grin, buttoning his jeans, "I feel so much better now, heh," He brushed the dirt off his clothes, adding, "Not a trace of anger left." He chuckled with a relieved huff, feeling as if a literal weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
After straightening up a bit, Naruto finally spared a look down at Hinata, and he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips.
"Aww, my poor baby." He mewled with a teasing pout, crouching in front of her. He watched her hooded eyes struggle to focus on him, his own eyes taking in her appearance with a playful smirk.
Her face was smeared with makeup and cum, her dress completely askew, a lost earring hung from one ear, and her necklace was completely broken. Her bruised, cum-slicked breasts were exposed, and of course...
He tilted his head, admiring the overstuffed state of her holes, his rich, creamy cum dripping all over the ground, even now.
A delicious creampie.
It was the kind of mess he found particularly satisfying.
Even in such a ravaged state, Hinata looked breathtakingly beautiful to him—perfect in every way.
But aside from that...
Now that his mind was clearer, he felt the usual urge to check on his wife, to make sure she was okay. It was a habit he took pride in, keeping their communication strong both during and after they have sex.
And now was no different.
The blonde male frowned, concerned, "Oh baby. I hope I wasn't too rough with you." He straightened up, nodding, "It's okay. You can tell me if I was—"
"N-N-No," Hinata stammered, her voice trembling as she tried to find her words, "It was... good," She managed to reply.
Despite the mess smeared across her face, she offered him a tired smile, her lavender eyes half-closed with exhaustion, "I'm just g-glad you're in a b-better mood n-now, N-Naruto-kun," She said softly.
"I'm g-g-glad I c-c-could help."
Naruto's pout deepened, his wife's tender words making his heart all warm and fuzzy. Even in her disheveled state, even after everything, she was still happy, still thinking of him.
Kami, his wife, really was perfect.
"Aww, baby," Naruto murmured, reaching out to lift her chin slightly. He surprised her with a quick but sloppy kiss on the lips and in response, she tiredly leaned into him. The kiss was brief, just enough for him to pull back and tease.
"Why do you have to be so fucking cute, huh?" His playful tone made her giggle.
He chuckled along with her before extending his hands to help her.
"Here, let me fix you up," He said softly, his tone gentle as he began to adjust her clothing. He carefully tucked her breasts back into place, pulled her panties up, and smoothed down her dress to make sure it was as presentable as possible.
With deft fingers, he then sought to redo her messy bun.
He slid the hair tie from her hair, letting her long strands cascade down her shoulders.
Hinata hummed softly, savoring the gentle aftercare.
Placing the hair tie between his teeth, he quickly gathered the disheveled strands with his large hands, occasionally raking his fingers across her scalp to soothe her.
Her eyes fluttered closed, prompting Naruto to chuckle.
After a few more soothing strokes, he twisted her hair into a new, slightly tousled bun with the help of her hair tie, securing it effortlessly, as he had done countless times before.
Next, he lifted the hem of his shirt and leaned in close, using it to gently wipe away the residue from her face. The fabric absorbed the remaining traces of the sticky mess, leaving her skin feeling and looking much cleaner.
Finally, he bent down, scooped her up, and cradled her in his arms, holding her bridal style.
Naruto held her close, his arms wrapping around her quivering body with a comforting, protective grip. His strong arms gently cradled her, one hand resting securely along her lower back while the other slung underneath her legs.
Hinata immediately nestled into his embrace, her body relaxing as she rested her head on his shoulder. The warmth of his muscular frame and the steady rhythm of his breath soothed her, the rise and fall of his chest providing the comfort she needed to succumb to the sleep that was calling her.
Seeing her rest so contentedly against him brought a satisfied smile to Naruto's face. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"Mmm, I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight, Hinata-chan."
His voice was soothing and reassuring, a welcome change from before.
Now, he was calm—normal.
Hinata looked up at him with a smile, and before she could even speak, Naruto already knew her answer. Her expression said everything he needed to know.
"Yes, I e-enjoyed myself t-tonight, Naruto-kun." She whispered faintly.
Naruto's smile grew wider.
Surprisingly, he felt the same too, despite the night's craziness.
He snickered to himself.
Yeah, tonight wasn't so bad, after all.
With that, Naruto emerged from the shadowy alleyway, his wife nestled snugly in his arms. The cool night air engulfed them both as he walked onto the bustling sidewalk, heading towards his car in the club's parking lot.
He looked ahead at TK, the neon lights of the nightclub still casting a vibrant, electric glow over the street and flickering across the sidewalk.
A smirk spread across his whiskered face.
Another club, another ban to add to his collection.
Nothing new.
As he walked, Naruto's confident stride drew the attention of several passersby. Their faces went from shock—clearly having overheard what they did—to outright disbelief as they took in the disheveled state of both him and his wife.
Naruto's smirk broadened into a full-on ear-to-ear grin at their reactions, struggling to contain his laughter.
Good.
They heard.
He glanced down at Hinata, noting how her breath came soft and steady, her body relaxed and nestled close to him. She seemed completely at ease despite all the stares.
"Ya know, I've been thinking," Naruto said thoughtfully, his voice low, "It might be a good idea to get you a collar for when we go out." He began with a huff.
"Might make things less... complicated." He smiled, contemplating the idea as he continued walking.
"What do you think, Hina?"
Silence was the only answer he recieved.
Glancing down once more, Naruto saw that Hinata had actually fallen asleep, her exhaustion finally taking its toll.
He chuckled softly at her serene expression—eyes closed, dewy lashes resting lightly on her flushed cheeks, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath she drew.
Kami, she was so beautiful, and she was his—all his.
Naruto nodded to himself, tightening his hold on her gently, a satisfied grin spreading across his whiskered face.
"Well then," He said, mostly to himself.
"...a collar it is."
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Notes:
A.N.
Ooh, fun fact! TK, the nightclub in this story, is actually a real place in Japan—right in Shibuya, Tokyo! Cool, right?
Also if anyone is interested, the song that was mentioned is Kumi Koda - Taboo (https://youtu.be/Fl7u341Htos?si=D2dDym9BtkudzKfs)
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Sooo! What did you think of this one?
How would you rate it?
Was it more intense than Domination, or what? Like, seriously, which one do you think takes the cake? They're both crazy intense and freaky as hell—on purpose, obviously, haha.
Let me know your thoughts!
And hey, tell me what else you wanna see with this specific version of Hinata and Naruto. I hope you didn't think this was their finale. Nope. I've already got another plot cooking for them because I had way too much fun writing this!
Might turn into a three-shot.
No idea when it'll drop, though, so for now, enjoy the hell out of this one, okay?
Your support means everything, always. ❤️
One more one-shot to go, and then the nhmonth23 event from way back when will be officially DONE.
Complete.
Finito.
I can't believe it's taken me almost a full year to write everything I wanted for this event, smh.
But here we are—almost at the finish line—and I couldn't be happier! It's been a wild ride, but it's time to tie it all up now.
One more to go—coming at ya soon, so stay tuned!
Love you all. Stay safe!
- Powerful_Niya
Chapter 38: ❦𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬❦
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If you had to choose between doing what you love and being with who you love, could you make that choice?Naruto and Hinata, the top figure skating duo from Japan, have effortlessly conquered every challenge they've encountered on the ice together. But now, they're up against a new challenge—one that's found in their hearts, rather than on the ice.
This challenge is a love unplanned—a love constrained by a strict contract, putting them both in a very difficult position.
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Notes:
Lately, I've been a bit obsessed with watching ice skating videos on YouTube, which inspired me to write a NaruHina one-shot about competitive ice skating. I had so much fun working on this! Writing outside my comfort zone is always rewarding, even though some parts were tricky to describe—but I think I pulled it off.
Please give it a read and let me know what you think!
Don't forget to comment, leave kudos, and, most importantly, enjoy! Oh, and by the way, this is the final one-shot for last year's NaruHina Month event—we're officially done! 🎉
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Between Us
Pretending can be a tricky game.
For some people, it's a breeze—they can slip in and out of different personas as easily as flipping a switch, putting on a convincing act at the drop of a hat, or a snap of their fingers.
Some people actually have a closet full of masks for their pretending, ready to wear whichever one fits the moment perfectly to hide behind. They switch between these masks as easily as changing clothes, effortlessly adapting to any situation like it's second nature.
Like if it was nothing, nothing at all.
For others, pretending is a struggle—a constant effort that takes a lot of trial and error before they finally get the hang of it.
But for Naruto, pretending wasn't just difficult. It wasn't a minor bump in the road he'd get over soon. It wasn't something he'd get used to or get good at with time or a bit more effort.
No.
He didn't have the luxury of switching between masks or hiding behind them whenever he wanted, like some people. Pretending wasn't a game or something he did for fun—it was a draining, relentless battle that wore him down every single day.
Pretending was, without a doubt, the hardest thing Naruto had ever faced—the toughest challenge he'd ever had to endure.
And he'd faced plenty of challenges.
As one of the top Japanese male ice skaters in the world, he'd been put through the wringer more times than he could count.
Countless hours of grueling practice, intense competitions, and crushing expectations had pushed him to his limits time and time again, demanding that he give nothing less than his absolute best.
Each session was a test of endurance for him, and every routine was a shot for him to outshine the competition.
After all, Naruto was a pretty driven man, always pushing himself past the limits set by others to prove himself and excel. And on top of the grueling physical demands, he also had to confront the doubts cast on him as a male skater—doubts that seemed to shadow every step he took.
It was tough.
Really tough.
Every time he laces up his skates and hits the ice, he's up against a challenge. But it's one he actually enjoys—the ice, the skating, the music, the cheers, the sweat, the exhaustion, and, most of all, proving everyone wrong.
He loves proving all the doubters wrong—naysayers who said he couldn't do it and the debbie downers who whined that ice skating was a women's sport.
Naruto even gets a kick out of showing up the critics who claimed he was confused about his identity, out of touch with himself, and that ice skating made him less of a man.
Indeed, proving those people wrong by doing what he loved was fun.
Naruto has spent countless hours on the ice—skating was all he'd ever known, the rhythm of the blades, the chill of the rink, and the thrill of the performance were deeply ingrained in him. Every glide and spin had become second nature, an integral part of who he was.
But there was one thing that stood apart from all of that...
Or rather, one person.
Hinata Hyūga.
His skating partner.
Naruto stood in the designated waiting area near the rink, his eyes fixed on her as she skated across the ice gracefully. He watched Hinata from the sidelines, waiting for his cue, the precise moment when the music would signal him to join Hinata on the rink.
But for now, it was just her. Just Hinata.
And Naruto watched her in awe.
He was always in awe of her.
The blonde skater watched almost in a trance as his partner performed with her opening solo for the prestigious "ISU Grand Prix Of Figure Skating" in Hollywood, LA, California.
The intensity of the competition was palpable, and the stakes had never felt higher.
The entire arena was hushed, with only the soft scraping of her white skates on the ice, the sweeping classical music, and the occasional gasps and murmurs from the crowd breaking the silence. Every spectator, even the judges, held their breath, captivated by Hinata's mesmerizing performance, all eyes glued to the rink.
Naruto's included.
Hinata's costume dress was a breathtaking piece, its fabric fluttering around her like the delicate feathers of a swan gliding through a gentle breeze. The lights from the arena overhead danced off the glittering embellishments of her costume, causing her dress to shimmer and shine.
Her costume was the perfect fit to the competition theme: Black Swan.
Hinata's dress was a striking blend of black and white, split down the middle. The left side was a deep, velvety black, adorned with shimmering sequins that caught the arena's light with every move she made.
The right side of her dress was a pristine, snowy white, contrasting beautifully with the dark side, adorned with tiny sparkles and swirls.
Her long gloves followed the same theme, one black and one white, each decorated with delicate sparkles that extended from her hands up to her forearms, matching her dress perfectly. Her usually long, midnight blue hair was elegantly styled into a neat bun on the top of her head, completing her flawless look for the competition.
Naruto wore a matching outfit to hers, of course.
He wore a one-piece costume that began with a pristine white at the top, gradually transitioning into a deep black down his toned torso and legs, with white swirls accentuating the color shift.
His right sleeve was all white, while his left sleeve was solid black, creating a striking contrast similar to Hinata's costume.
His costume fit the theme, sure, and it matched his partner's costume, but it was nowhere near as spectacular as Hinata's.
No way.
Hinata seemed to nail the theme perfectly, gliding in sync with the music—a classic piece that everyone would surely recognize.
"Swan Lake" by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.
She surely embodied a swan, her every movement smooth and graceful, just like a swan gliding effortlessly across a lake. The way she floated across the ice, her costume shimmering with each turn, made it look as if she was dancing on air.
Naruto couldn't help but be completely mesmerized by how beautifully Hinata brought the theme to life.
She was utterly breathtaking.
Graceful yet powerful—that's how Hinata always skated.
Watching her was like peering straight into her soul with each performance.
She poured everything into her routine.
She always did.
From her delicate facial expressions to the emotions that flowed through her movements, and the graceful sweep of her arms as they reached out and then drew back—each performance was a stunning story told through her skating.
This time was no different.
As Hinata performed her solo tonight, she told a powerful story about the strength that comes from being vulnerable. Her movements to the music spoke of the courage it takes to expose one's true self, capturing the delicate balance between strength and authenticity.
It was truly extraordinary.
And on top of that, Hinata made the routine they'd been perfecting for months—through countless rehearsals, late nights, and early mornings—look so damn effortless.
Hinata glided smoothly from one move to the next, transitioning seamlessly between spins and jumps, just as they had practiced together, just as she had come to memorize down to the finest detail.
Her spins were flawless.
Naruto watched in awe as she effortlessly transitioned into a fast-paced layback spin, finishing with a graceful camel spin that left delicate circular marks on the ice.
Her jumps were just as stunning, with perfect double axels and triple lutzes that had her soaring and spinning through the air, leaving the crowd breathless.
She landed on her blades with a satisfying clank each time, back on her feet like a true professional.
Hinata nailed every move flawlessly, putting on a jaw-dropping performance that would definitely set the bar high for the other skaters and likely earn them both some serious points with the judges.
But Naruto wasn't thinking about the competition at all.
He wasn't thinking about their potential scores. He wasn't concerned about the judges' opinions or even his routine when it was his turn to join Hinata on the ice.
No, he wasn't thinking about any of that.
Naruto's focus was solely on her, the woman dazzling him from the ice, whose lavender eyes occasionally met his own.
Once.
Twice.
Frequently, Hinata glanced at him as she danced across the rink, her lavender eyes seeking him out from the waiting area, hidden from the audience.
Each time their eyes locked—deep blue meeting soft lavender—it felt like the world around them melted further and further into a blur...
...until it was just the two of them.
The audience's loud wows and awes, the judges' scrutinizing looks, the flashing cameras, the bright arena lights, the announcer's voices, and even the stadium itself—all of it just faded away.
It was only them — just them.
And soon enough, Hinata wasn't skating for the crowd but for...
... him.
It was always like this between them: fleeting, longing but secretive looks where their gazes created warm, private moments just for them.
Every time they performed together, whenever their hands touched or their bodies brushed close, they were drawn into a private world of their own making.
Those looks they exchanged, every second of every day, were a silent yearning for something they both desired but couldn't fully embrace—a longing that always seemed just out of reach.
Naruto couldn't ignore what he felt. He couldn't pretend.
Sure, he could try.
Sure, he could push his feelings aside. He could convince himself that what he felt was just a passing phase, and that he will just get over it soon.
Sure, he could try to act like it didn't bother him and play along, but deep down, he knew he'd only be lying to himself.
The feelings he had been struggling with for so long were impossible to ignore now.
A mistake that's come to consume him.
When Naruto first teamed up with Hinata, he signed a contract that was clear about one thing: no intimate relationships.
As long as he pursued ice skating professionally with a partner, he wasn't allowed to fall in love or let emotions get in the way of his career.
He knew that.
They both did.
Naruto always understood what he was signing up for, knew the strict rules, and was clear on what was expected of him.
Because of this, he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way and was fully aware of the risks of letting these emotions take over. He knew exactly how his coach would react if she found out—what she'd do if she discovered his secret.
Their secret.
Naruto knew the stakes.
If their secret were ever discovered, it would mean the end of their figure skating careers.
Everything they'd worked so hard for—the endless hours of practice, the sacrifices made, the competitions won, the fame they'd gained, and their very dreams—were at risk of being ruined.
All because love had somehow crept in and gotten in the way.
Suddenly, the music built to a crescendo, growing louder and louder all around, snapping Naruto out of his thoughts.
His cue to take the ice.
"Damn it," He muttered, shaking his head to snap himself out of it. That was a mistake—a big one.
He couldn't afford to space out.
Not here.
Not now.
He took a deep, steadying breath, pushing aside the swirling thoughts and annoying emotions that clung to him.
Then he exhaled, letting it all go.
It's showtime.
Naruto rubbed his hands together to shake off the tension, and took one more calming breath.
"Here goes." He whispered to himself, before finally, darting out onto the ice.
The icy chill of the arena hit Naruto instantly, chilling his face, body, and legs. The cold air blended with the crisp, slippery feel of the ice beneath his skates.
Naruto could never grow tired of it—the ice. It was a feeling so familiar, as natural as breathing to him at this point. Every time he stepped onto it, it felt like reconnecting with an old friend he always looked forward to seeing again.
And it felt that way now.
His taut calf muscles tightened with each powerful push he gave his legs, his black skates carving a swift, graceful path across the ice.
The ice hummed a satisfying, almost musical whisper under Naruto's skates, grounding him in the moment. He mentally rehearsed his routine, syncing with it as he joined Hinata on the rink.
Hinata was already in position, gliding effortlessly across the ice toward him. In that moment, Naruto could see nothing but her—her radiant smile, the rosy flush on her cheeks from the cold, and the sparkle in her lavender eyes.
He met her in the center of the rink with a big grin, and they seamlessly slipped into a synchronized spin. They twirled around each other, close yet so far.
They didn't touch—just gazed at each other, eyes locked the whole time.
Blue meeting lavender, once again.
The sight of Naruto and Hinata finally skating together, their chemistry ignited instantly, sending fireworks of excitement across the entire arena. Their connection was evident even on the arena's TVs, causing the crowd to instantly erupt into a frenzy.
Gasps and cheers merged into a collective roar that filled the entire space.
The announcers, just as thrilled, could barely contain their excitement over the intercom.
"And here he comes, folks—Naruto Uzumaki, joining his partner Hinata Hyūga after her stunning introductory solo!"
"The way they connect is absolutely breathtaking. Just so breathtaking. This is partner skating at its finest, and we are in for a treat tonight, folks!"
Now together, Naruto and Hinata instantly transitioned into their routine, as they'd done it a million times before.
Just for this moment.
Hinata took the lead, maintaining their synchronized spin as she gracefully lifted one arm to the rhythm of the music, watching as Naruto mirrored her movements flawlessly. His arm swept down and up above his head in a sweeping arc, just like hers, as if she were looking into a mirror.
She moved her other arm the same way, and Naruto followed suit.
Next, Hinata extended her hand toward him this time, her fingers forming a dramatic claw before slowly curling into a fist as she pulled away, and Naruto mirrored her.
But they never quite touched.
Each time they reached, they always pulled back.
Reach. Retreat. Reach.
Closer and closer, but never quite touching.
Like a cycle.
A painful one.
This part of their routine always spoke to them. It shouldn't have—really. It shouldn't have had any impact on them, but..
...it did.
It perfectly mirrored the feelings they had for each other, always managing to leave a poignant ache in their hearts—a longing for something they both wanted but couldn't have.
No matter how many times they repeated it.
No matter how many times they practiced it.
The ache remains.
Naruto's eyes revealed such pain, such raw emotion as he watched Hinata glide backward from the center of the rink, moving away from him and further along the ice.
She kept her knees slightly bent, her legs extending and crossing each other like the delicate sway of a ballet's legs. Her skates traced elegant arcs on the ice as she spiraled backward, leaving a long trail behind.
But even as Hinata drifted away from Naruto, her hand stretched out toward him, her eyes pleading for him to take it.
Naruto followed her, reaching back.
His arm stretched out through the cold air, determined to bridge the gap between them.
They reached for each other, incorporating a few individual spins where they spun perfectly in sync, even landing together, before turning and reaching out again.
They drew out the moment for dramatic effect, with Hinata gliding smoothly backward and Naruto advancing just enough until their hands finally....
...met.
But when their hands finally touched, it seemed to ignite a powerful rush of warmth that pulsed through their gloves and into their palms like a heartbeat, spreading through their bodies in soothing waves.
The sensation felt incredible—better than anything they had experienced before.
They had touched countless times, but this..
This was different.
The moment Naruto's large fingers slid between the gaps of Hinata's smaller ones, and curled around her hand, a deep, unparalleled warmth unfurled in both of their hearts.
The surprising intensity of the warmth made them both gasp softly. Their fingers instinctively tightened around each other, the connection so strong and reassuring that they couldn't bear to let go.
Not now.
Not so soon.
Keeping her hand in his, Naruto guided Hinata's arm over her head and twisted her in a graceful spin perfectly in sync with the music. He skated himself over in a smooth glide, positioning himself directly behind her like her shadow.
Close behind her, he began sliding his hands gently along her arms, and Hinata couldn't hold back the slight moan that escaped her lips.
Naruto touched her now, and he took it slow.
Along her chest, his gloved fingers brushed the fabric of her costume, feeling the rise and fall of her breath. His hands moved down the gentle curve of her torso, tracing the contours of her muscles, and he felt her body react to his touch almost instantly, with soft shivers and quivers.
Finally, his hands reached her waist, holding her hips firmly yet gently.
Even in the cold of the stadium, with a chill all around them, Hinata felt warm beneath his fingertips.
She was savoring the moment, just as she always did, whenever she was in Naruto's arms.
His touch was always gentle, but now, to Hinata, it felt almost heightened. Every brush of his fingers felt like a trail of fire on her skin, each caress sending electric shivers down her spine.
It was like time slowed to a crawl, and all she could feel was Naruto.
His breath as it brushed against her ears and cheeks, warm and steady. The heat of his toned body as it pressed so close to hers, making her acutely aware of every inch of him...
And his touch ...
Hinata always treasured the moments when Naruto touched her.
Those fleeting instances when his hands met her skin always seem to send a delightful warmth coursing through her body, radiating like a beacon. Whether his strong yet gentle hands glided along her arms, gripped her hips, or lifted her into the air, a soothing, irresistible heat enveloped her whenever he made contact with...her body.
It shouldn't have felt this way, but it did—like a perfect antidote to her touch-starved dreams.
Hinata glanced back at him with a breathless look that made Naruto's heart skip a beat. Her lavender eyes drew him in every time, their expressiveness saying more than words ever could.
And as he gazed into them now, they seemed to speak to him, whispering...
"Please touch me more, Naruto-kun. Touch me."
It was a gentle, unspoken plea, a tender whisper in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him, standing tall behind her.
Naruto bit his lip.
Truly, he wished he could touch her more.
Her body always responded so beautifully to his touch, expanding and contracting as if he were the air she breathed, always returning to him with a graceful, magnetic pull. It was intoxicating.
He craved more. He craved—
The blonde skater took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. Again.
Reluctant as he was, and how good it was to hold Hinata, he knew he had to put an end to it.
After all, this was a serious competition.
With that realization, Naruto broke away from their intimate moment, shaking off the titillating effect of touching Hinata, and his expression turned serious again. He refocused and shifted his attention to the next part of their routine.
But when he did, it seemed as if time snapped back to its usual pace, flowing normally like it did for everyone else.
Naruto grasped her waist firmly, and as if on cue, Hinata bent her knees, poised and ready, just like he was.
The split-second cue he had been waiting for.
With a smooth lift, he sent her soaring into the air in a high twist. Her dress billowed out around her in a perfect spiral, drawing gasps from the crowd as it fluttered like a blooming flower.
Naruto watched as she flew high into the air, spinning gracefully. And in that quick moment, he caught a glimpse of her smile.
There was an unspoken trust in that smile, a deep trust in him. Because she knew that whenever she fell, he'd always be there to catch her.
Just like now.
As Hinata began her descent, Naruto was ready. He lifted his arms high and, with practiced precision, caught her around the waist.
He felt that familiar rush of relief and joy, knowing Hinata was secure in his hands after her aerial stunt. Safe and sound.
Naruto held her close for a moment, savoring the warmth of her body against his, before gently lowering her back to the ice.
As they continued skating together, the audience seemed to blur further and further away until it was only the two of them, as if no one else existed.
They looked into each other's eyes and suddenly...
Time didn't matter.
The competition didn't matter.
The judges or their scores didn't matter.
It was just them.
Just like in all their performances, Naruto and Hinata stunned the crowd with their chemistry. They moved together on the ice with such closeness, showing raw emotion through their every move and expression that the audience could actually feel.
It left everyone breathless.
The music was captivating from start to finish, flowing through every part of their routine. Every spin, every lift, and every glide of their skates across the ice, the music was there, as if guiding them.
Hinata's grace paired perfectly with Naruto's strength, like yin and yang. Their choreography, whether synchronized or solo, blended together on the ice, revealing not just their countless hours of practice but also the deep understanding they shared.
Their love.
It was evident, no matter how hard they tried to hide it.
Their synchronicity was almost magical, like they were of one mind, one body, one soul.
When Hinata jumped, Naruto was right there to catch her.
When she spun, he spun, matching her moves perfectly.
Whenever she reached for him, he was always ready to clasp her hand and guide her.
There was no escaping what they felt.
The longer their performance went on, that feeling between them seemed to intensify.
It was new and exhilarating, different from anything they had felt before in previous performances or practices, as if it began anew the moment they first touched tonight.
Every time their hands touched or their eyes locked, that feeling inside them just kept growing stronger.
But reality would ruin it for them each time, reminding them that no matter how strong their feelings were, they couldn't act on them.
They couldn't.
They shouldn't.
They...
Hinata couldn't take it anymore.
As their routine continued, she began to feel the full weight of everything.
The unspoken feelings she'd been holding in, the constant longing to be close to Naruto, and the pressure to maintain their perfect image—it was all starting to overwhelm her.
She'd managed to keep it together for so long, but even she had her limits.
Tonight, she reached her breaking point.
As they approached the end of their performance, instead of the usual thrill that would sweep over her, she was overwhelmed by a deep, profound sadness.
Naruto sensed it immediately.
He knew her too well not to notice.
As the music began to wind down and the final chords echoed through the arena, he drew her into a tight embrace at the center of the rink. Their bodies were pressed close, the warmth of their breath mingling with the chilly air. Their faces were so close he could feel her every breath on his skin, and their eyes met, saying everything words couldn't express.
They held their position, panting and sweating, mostly satisfied, until the last notes of the music faded into silence.
But as soon as the music ended, the applause from the crowd surged through the stadium, a thunderous wave of sound that echoed endlessly in their ears.
With that, Naruto and Hinata reluctantly pulled away, masking their true feelings behind the broad smiles they had perfected and displayed time and time again.
They waved to the audience and the flashing cameras, even taking a hand-in-hand bow to mark the end of their performance.
The announcers' voices boomed through the speaker in no time, hyping up their performance with excitement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what a show! Let's hear it for Japan's premier ice skating duo, Naruto Uzumaki and Hinata Hyūga!
"Give these two a big round of applause for another unforgettable performance!"
The announcers gave them one last shout-out, showering them with praise and cheers that would've made Hinata feel overjoyed on another day—grateful, accomplished even.
But not now.
She didn't know what had came over her.
She didn't know why she had done it.
Yet, she turned to Naruto, her face showing a sadness she couldn't keep hidden anymore. Her eyes, usually so bright and joyful, were now clouded with a deep sorrow that instantly wiped the smile from Naruto's face.
And before he could even speak, to react even, she spoke to him, whispered to him.
She whispered one word, and he heard it clearly.
"Gomennasai."
Hinata let go of his hand and sped off across the ice, leaving him behind before he could say a single word.
He gasped and reached out toward her retreating figure.
"H-Hinata-chan!" Naruto called out, but she didn't respond. She didn't turn back or slow down; she just kept skating, moving further and further away from him until she vanished through the designated gate leading backstage.
The blonde stood there, frozen, as the cheers of the crowd faded into the background. Yet, even now, he could still feel the warmth of Hinata's touch lingering in his outstretched palm.
Naruto frowned.
'Pretending is difficult for you too, isn't it, Hinata-chan?'
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Naruto let out a deep sigh as he stepped out of his dressing room, the nameplate reading "Naruto Uzumaki" catching the soft glow of the backstage lights, casting a faint shimmer behind him.
He had quickly ditched his skates earlier, relishing the immediate relief for his sore feet as he slipped into comfortable sneakers. Changing out of his competition outfit would have to wait—he had no time for that right now.
His body still buzzed with adrenaline from the performance, but his mind was locked in on one thing....
Finding Hinata.
The backstage halls were filled with distant applause from the stadium, the low murmur of the announcers over the intercom, and the faint echoes of other skaters' music from their performances.
The spiky-haired blonde moved swiftly through the corridors, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he searched for any trace of his partner. Ever since Hinata skated off and vanished after their performance, his worry had only grown worse. He had promised himself that as soon as he got back to his dressing room and out of his skates and gloves, he'd make it his mission to find her.
But now, with the colosseum's sheer size and the backstage corridors sprawling into an endless maze of hallways and dressing rooms, finding her was turning into a real challenge.
She could be anywhere.
With a worried frown etched on his whiskered face, Naruto made his way down the narrow corridor, the walls lined with doors leading to various dressing rooms, all named and closed, some dark inside, others lit up where chatter seeped from the cracks.
He kept a steady pace as he headed for the first and most obvious location on his list.
Hinata's dressing room.
It was just a few steps from his own, but now, the short distance felt like a mile.
He paused once he made it in front of the door, glancing at the nameplate that read "Hinata Hyuga," neatly displayed just like his own. He bit his lip, his heart racing as he hoped—no, prayed—that she might be inside.
He knocked on the door with his bare knuckles, the sound seeming louder in his ears than it probably was.
"Hinata-chan?" He called out and waited. He held his breath as he did, listening for any sign of movement from inside, his heart pounding even harder.
But he heard nothing. Only silence.
He knocked again, "Hey, it's just me, Hina. I want to talk, that's all."
Silence again.
Naruto leaned closer, taking the risk and peering through the small glass pane set above the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of her inside. He squinted into the dimly lit room, his breath fogging up the glass slightly.
But his heart sank when he saw nothing but an empty room.
Hinata wasn't there like he'd hoped.
Anxiously, Naruto scanned the room, trying to pick up any clues.
Something.
Anything.
The room was neatly organized, with a vanity table against one wall, scattered with makeup and hair accessories. A small sofa sat against the opposite wall, and a clothing rack stood in the corner. Notably, her costume was absent from the rack.
She hadn't changed.
That made him worry even more.
His shoulders slumped in frustration, "Damn it, where could she be?" Naruto muttered, clicking his tongue. He stepped away from Hinata's dressing room, his mind in a complete scramble.
Looks like he'd have to keep searching.
But just as he was about to pivot and expand his search through the rest of the colosseum, he suddenly collided head first with someone, catching him completely off guard.
"Whoa!" Naruto blurted out, his feet skidding slightly. He stumbled backward a bit, nearly losing his balance. But his reflexes kicked in just in time to steady himself.
His blue eyes widened in surprise, his head jerking up to identify who he just bumped into.
He let out a gasp.
It was his coach—Anko Mitarashi.
She had a look of annoyance on her face, but when she saw him, her irritation melted away into a wide grin—instantly.
Her wild violet hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail for once.
For the competition, Coach Anko went for a more polished look, trading her usual jackets and boots for something...professional. She rocked a sleek women's tux—tan blazer and trousers with a crisp white shirt underneath.
Naruto's eyebrows shot up.
He couldn't deny it—he was impressed. No matter how many competitions they'd been through, seeing Anko in a tux always caught him off guard.
It was just... different.
He gave her another quick glance.
To finish off her look, she'd matched her tux with classic tan pumps, with her aviator sunglasses tucked into her blazer's collar, the lens reflecting the dressing hall lights with a subtle shine.
Naruto let out a quiet huff of admiration as he watched her casually brush some dirt from her shoulder, her demeanor calm and relaxed.
Anko was just so cool.
He couldn't help but admire how she remained so calm and collected during a high-stakes competition like tonight's. It was classic Coach Anko—cool under pressure, like nothing ever fazed her. She was that older sister you looked up to—laid-back and confident, even though she could be seriously intimidating and sometimes a little too...touchy.
Naruto groaned. 'It won't be long now.'
Five, four, three, two...
Anko's eyes gleamed with mischief, and in a quick motion, she reached out and playfully ruffled his blonde hair.
Naruto groaned again.
See what he meant?
"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite knucklehead. Now where are you off to in such a hurry?" Anko laughed, her voice rich with amusement, "Aren't you supposed to be taking a breather in your dressing room?"
She leaned in close, raising an eyebrow, "Hm?"
Naruto sweat dropped.
He opened his mouth to answer, but before he could Anko had already beat him to it.
Suddenly, her arm slung itself around his neck in a half-friendly, half-rough hug.
It felt more like a disguised chokehold than a hug as she pulled him in, nearly squeezing the life out of him.
"Sensei, sensei, sensei—arghh!" Naruto groaned, struggling to breathe as she tightened her grip.
"I gotta say, you and Hinata were amazing out there!" Anko praised with a cheerful laugh, "You know, you guys really stole the show tonight. I haven't seen the crowd go wild like that in ages. Even the judges were practically swooning!" She teased, giving him a light jab in the ribs.
He groaned again, covering it up with an awkward laugh. He pushed his head back and forth, trying to squeeze out of her hold. He even tried to pry her arm away. No use.
"A-Ano, Anko-sensei, I—"
But she interrupted him again.
The violet-haired coach gave him a shove, breaking the chokehold, and then burst into laughter at the sight of his disheveled blonde hair and the "you're crazy" look on his face.
Ank'os laughter echoed through the hallway, so loud and unmistakable that it probably carried all the way into the stadium. That's how loud it was.
"Why the frantic look, kid?" She teased, clearly enjoying herself.
Naruto fought to keep his face from scrunching up and revealing his irritation.
Was that even a question?
"Relax, kid! You and Hinata were incredible—fan-fucking-tastic, if you ask me. I've told you before: practice might be tough, but that's what gets you those trophies. Am I right?"
"Arigato, sensei. But I was actually—"
Naruto was cut off again, but that was nothing new.
"Speaking of Hinata, where the hell is that girl? I can't find her anywhere—"
"I don't know where Hinata is!" Naruto blurted out, finally getting her attention, "I'm actually searching for her right now."
Anko stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening in exaggerated surprise, "Oh. Well, why didn't you just say that earlier?" She exclaimed with a laugh.
Naruto resisted the urge to facepalm himself.
"Well, what are you just standing around for? Go find her!" Anko blurted, beckoning her head in the distance, "And make sure you come right back here once you do. You two have interviews in just a few hours. Got it?"
Naruto didn't need to be told twice.
He got the hell out of there.
Naruto nodded vigorously, his blonde bangs swaying wildly, "Got it! Arigota gozamiasu Anko-sensei!"
With those words, he whipped around and took off at a near sprint, barely avoiding another one of Anko's impromptu conversations; something about upcoming practice sessions and the ever-growing list of events crowding their schedule.
No.
None of that mattered right now.
Naruto bolted away fast, his thoughts solely occupied by the search for his partner, Hinata.
He bit his lip.
'Hinata-chan, where are you?'
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He found her—Hinata.
She sat outside the colosseum on a lone bench beneath a flickering streetlight, positioned close to the entrance. She was still dressed in her stunning competition outfit, but Naruto noticed she had removed her gloves and swapped her skates for a pair of comfortable tennis shoes, just like he had.
A half-full bottle of ice-cold water dangled loosely from her bare fingers, condensation forming droplets that trickled down the sides, splashing softly onto the pavement below.
She lifted the bottle to her lips, sipping slowly, almost absentmindedly, as if her body was responding to thirst on autopilot. Her gaze remained distant, fixed on the packed parking lot, but her thoughts were clearly elsewhere, lost amid the sea of cars.
She didn't even notice him as he made his way toward her, his footsteps muffled by the soft wind that had started to pick up.
The evening sky had changed completely, going from a soft twilight to a dark, brooding gray as thick clouds rolled in, swallowing the last bits of sunlight. Naruto squinted up at the sky, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the increasing gusts of wind.
He heard it—the distant rumble of thunder, a low, ominous growl that made it clear a storm was on its way.
Rain was coming soon.
He grimaced before moving closer, his breath visible in the chilly air.
"Hey, Hinata-chan!" Naruto called, giving his midnight blue-haired partner a bit of a scare.
She jolted, snapping her head toward him.
A faint smile immediately appeared on her lips, "H-Hello, Naruto-kun," She stammered, clearly flustered.
But then she remembered...
Her smile faded, replaced by a frown as she bowed her head.
"G-Gomen. I didn't mean to leave you so...abruptly. I just needed some time to..." She sighed, her shoulders drooping.
"...think."
Naruto smiled faintly at her explanation.
Good, she wasn't angry with him.
He moved closer, cupping his hands and blowing warm air into them to fend off the chill.
Man, it was cold.
He shuddered as he stepped in front of her, "Ah, you're fine, Hina. There's nothing wrong with needing some alone time." He said, rubbing his arms vigorously to warm himself up.
"But it's pretty chilly out here," He added, his concern for her clear as he looked around.
He glanced up at the darkening sky, now a heavy, muggy gray—yucky stuff.
Naruto grimaced again, "And, uh, it looks like it's about to rain," He said, pointing to the thick, menacing clouds piling up overhead, casting a dark shadow over everything—and over both of them.
"Why don't you come back inside? We can talk where it's warmer, ya know?"
Naruto reached out, his fingers curling around her slender arm. He gave her a gentle tug, but Hinata didn't budge.
She remained seated, her posture tense, her lavender eyes locked on the horizon as if searching for something just out of reach through the darkness.
The flickering streetlight above cast a soft, wavering glow over her features, accentuating the tension that had settled in her shoulders and the way her hands gripped the edges of the bench.
Naruto frowned, noticing the tension in her jaw and the distant look in her eyes, as if she was miles away, even with him standing right next to her. To his surprise, she didn't get up but instead patted the bench beside her, inviting him to sit down.
"Just sit with me for a moment, Naruto-kun," She said softly. Her voice was gentle, but there was an undertone of something Naruto couldn't quite place.
He hesitated.
He felt it again, that same unsettling feeling he had sensed from her before.
Something was wrong.
But he decided not to press her for answers just yet. Instead, he did what she wanted and took a seat beside her on the bench. The wooden seat creaked softly under their combined weight, giving a gentle groan before settling into place.
The space was tight, but they didn't mind.
Naruto inched closer until their shoulders lightly touched, and their sides were pressed together. As he settled in, he began to feel a comforting warmth radiating from her, a soothing heat that eased the chill he had been feeling before. He nestled in a bit more, sharing his own warmth to help heat her up as well.
Hinata shot a quick glance over at him before she took another sip from her water bottle, the condensation glistening on the bottle's surface. With a soft smile, she then extended the bottle toward him, her fingers lightly brushing his as she offered it.
"Here," She offered, her voice gentle and soothing, "have some water."
Naruto's eyes widened in pleasant surprise, and he couldn't help but smile at the unexpected gesture.
"Arigato, Hina," He said gratefully, indeed incredibly thirsty.
His throat was parched; he hadn't had a chance to quench his thirst and cool down after performing since he'd been so focused on finding Hinata. So now, he was grateful for the cool, refreshing water.
It was exactly what he needed.
Naruto was gentle as he took the bottle from her fingers, holding it just above his mouth. He tilted it slightly, letting the cool water flow into his mouth in refreshing, steady gulps, carefully avoiding the lid from direct contact with his lips.
As he drank, Naruto let out a contented hum, savoring the cool water as it soothed his dry throat. The refreshing chill of it truly hit the spot, quenching his thirst and easing his fatigue, though it did little to shake off the unease he felt.
He took a few more generous swigs, attempting to clear his head as the silence between them grew heavier.
The distant rumble of thunder rolled again, now louder and more insistent than before.
The storm was getting closer.
They sat in silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company as they caught their breath after their performance.
Hinata let out a contented sigh and surprised him by resting her head on his shoulder. Her delicate hair brushed against his neck, her eyes fluttering close as she just took the moment to embrace the quiet.
Naruto paused mid-swig, his lips curling into a faint, appreciative smile as he shifted his gaze down at her. She was so close now that he could see how the soft glow of the streetlight illuminated the gentle curve of her cheek, her long, dewy eyelashes gently brushing against her face, and the delicate flush of her pale skin.
His smile widened, but in that moment, his gaze wandered to a place it shouldn't have—her thigh, revealed by her mondor tights.
He bit his lip, fighting the impulse to place his hand there. The affection he wanted to express was simmering just beneath the surface, and he could almost feel his hand itching to reach out, to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin.
But he didn't.
Instead, he reveled the gentle rise and fall of Hinata's chest and the warmth of her body pressed against his.
He blew out a deep breath.
For a brief, precious moment, they allowed themselves to just be—no cameras flashing, no intrusive paparazzi, no clamoring fans, and no icy rink to return to.
They just sat there, in silence.
It was a rare pause for them, a gentle reprieve. It was a moment they rarely got, a chance where they could just be together, away from the chaos, away from coach and her expectations, and just away from the demands of their public lives.
But unfortunately, the peace was short-lived.
Suddenly, Hinata broke the silence, but what she said was definitely not what Naruto was expecting.
"Naruto-kun." She began, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Aren't you tired of pretending?"
The moment she spoke, the moment she said those words, Naruto nearly choked on the water in his mouth, his eyes widening in surprise. A muffled groan escaped him as he spluttered, barely managing to keep the water bottle from spilling from his grip.
Hinata quickly pulled away from his shoulder, turning to face him with concern. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her voice trembling slightly, "N-Naruto-kun, a-are you okay?"
"Pretending?" Naruto stammered, his voice thick with shock. He was struggling to process her words, unsure if what she said was real, a dream, or just him getting lost in his thoughts again.
He couldn't tell which.
Hinata's expression hardened at his dumbfounded question.
She took a deep breath, her lavender eyes shimmering in the dim light, "Yes, pretending," She confirmed decisively, pulling her hand from his shoulder and throwing her hands up in exasperation.
"Aren't you tired of the lies, the façade? Aren't you tired of pretending there's nothing...between us?"
Naruto's eyes shot wide.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Naruto said, but his voice trembled.
Deep down, he knew he was lying to himself—he knew exactly what she talking about.
He just wasn't expecting her to bring it up so soon, in this way, or even that she would feel the same way he did.
But yes, the whole façade was wearing him down just as much as it was for her. But he knew better. He'd already tried to work things out in his head, and all those what-ifs only led to fail, after, fail, after fail.
Naruto knew that admitting the issue wouldn't fix anything; it'd just make things messier. Accepting their feelings and acting on their love wouldn't do them any good either.
They both knew what could happen if they did—if they were caught.
And Naruto couldn't let that happen—not after all the hard work they've invested, not with how important their careers are, and not with how much their partnership means to them.
He just couldn't.
Still, if Hinata felt the same way, maybe he...
Hinata let out an exasperated sigh at his silence, shaking her head causing more of her dark blue hair to slip free from her bun.
"N-Naruto-kun, I don't know about you, but I'm just so tired," She said, her voice trembling more than ever. Her shoulders slumped, her fingers gathering the fabric of her dress at her thighs and clutching it tightly. She twisted the fabric nervously, her knuckles white.
"I'm so tired of pretending all the time," She continued, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "Tonight... during the competition... it was so painful. I felt like I was suffocating, like I couldn't breathe. I just had to get out, to escape... The pressure, the facade, it all came crashing down. I couldn't keep up the act anymore."
She sniffed, trying with all of her might to hold back her tears, "Pretending to be 'professional' for the sake of the contract—it's exhausting. I can't even sleep properly anymore." Her voice broke as she shook her head, frustrated, "The lies, the fake smiles, this whole charade—it's all just too much."
The thunder rumbled louder and louder, almost as if it was echoing the storm between them. Each crack of thunder seemed to hit just as hard as Hinata's words, amplifying the chaos she was feeling inside.
Naruto was stunned, staring at her as if she was a ghost. His eyes were wide and unblinking, and his mouth kept opening and closing, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound or say...anything.
He was utterly speechless, trapped in his own shock.
His mind was a jumbled mess, and every nerve in his body felt frozen. His breath came in short, uneven gasps as he struggled to make sense of Hinata's unexpected confession—her breakdown.
It was so sudden and completely out of character for her, like a long-dormant volcano suddenly erupting out of nowhere. Naruto felt overwhelmed, as if a shockwave had just hit him, as if the world was ending.
Hinata had always seemed so calm and collected, and he'd always admired her for that. He sure as hell couldn't keep his emotions in check as well as she could.
She was the one who started each day with meditation, immersed herself in self-help books during breaks and kept herself busy with exercise or anything to stay active.
Now he understood why she did all of that.
She was struggling just as he was, doing her best to hold it all together.
Naruto swallowed nervously, his hands trembling slightly as he screwed the cap back onto the water bottle and set it down beside his feet on the ground. He turned to her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling the slight tremor in her muscles.
"Hina, let's just take a deep breath and try to calm down, okay?" He said, his voice calm, "You're just really stressed out right now. The competition was tough, and, like you said, you haven't been sleeping well. It's all taking a toll on you." He gave her shoulders a comforting squeeze, hoping it would help her relax.
It didn't.
In fact, his effort only seemed to make her more upset.
Hinata shook her head vigorously, brushing his hands off her shoulders, "No, no, no! Please, don't tell me to calm down, Naruto-kun," She said, her voice trembling with raw emotion, "For the first time in ages, I feel like I'm finally seeing things clearly. I know what I'm feeling. I've been feeling this way for so long, and no amount of sleep is going to change that or keep me from denying it."
She turned to him, and he saw that her eyes were red and puffy, filled with unshed tears. She sniffled, "Nothing can make me stop feeling this way about..." She bit her trembling lip.
"You."
Naruto sighed deeply, a sharp ache settling in his chest. It was as if time had come to a standstill, and he was stuck, his gaze locked on Hinata. His heart thudded in his chest, each beat heavy with the weight of her words and the raw emotion in her eyes.
She looked so different from the usual composed Hinata he knew. She was a mess, but in a way that made her even more...
...beautiful.
Her dark blue hair had tumbled out of its bun, framing her face in loose, disheveled waves. Her pale skin seemed almost luminous in the overhanging street light, and her glossy lips trembled, her breaths coming out shaky, ragged.
Her lavender eyes, usually so soft and calm, were now brimming with tears that glistened as she gazed up at him. Those big, teary eyes seemed to plead with him, as if begging him to feel the same way she did, to see through the facade and recognize the truth.
It was clear from those beautifully teary lavender pools just how much she was hurting.
Seeing her like this, Naruto couldn't ignore the truth anymore.
Who was he kidding anyway?
He felt every bit of her pain, as if it were his own. He wasn't going to pretend that hearing her admit she felt the same way wasn't a huge relief—it was.
It really was.
The fact that her feelings mirrored his own, that they both wrestled with the same emotions and despised pretending, gave him an odd sense of comfort.
Just like her, he hadn't been sleeping well either.
In fact, he'd spent countless nights tossing and turning, trapped in a relentless cycle of unanswered questions and unfulfilled dreams that never came to pass. Every restless hour, every practice session, every competition was a reminder of the exhausting charade he was living.
The lie he was trapped in.
The endless facade of being okay, of pretending everything was fine, had finally caught up with him.
He was tired, too.
Naruto whimpered, his lips quivering.
'Yes, Hinata-chan, I'm tired of pretending too,' His mind shouted, almost as if he wanted her to hear it.
Right then, he didn't care about anything else.
He didn't care how messy or complicated things might get if he admitted the truth. He didn't care if it meant trouble, breaking the contract, or even risking his whole career.
He was done with all of it.
The truth needed to come out, and he was ready to face what they both felt, no matter what came next.
Hinata took a shaky breath, lowering her gaze to her lap.
She continued, allowing her nagging thoughts and painful emotions to just...spill out.
"Ice skating has been my whole life." She whimpered, "Competing, being out there on the ice, it's all I've ever known, all I've ever wanted. But being with you, skating alongside you, holding you, trusting you... it means just as much to me."
Her voice wavered as she continued, "If I have to choose between the one thing I've always loved and the person I care about... I honestly don't know how I could deal with that. I don't want to choose." She whimpered, wrestling with her thoughts.
"I want both," She finally said aloud, "I want to skate, and I want to be with you."
She shook her head, her words faltering, "I want... no, I-I need-"
Naruto shook his head. Fuck it.
"I love you."
Hinata's eyes shot wide in shock at Naruto's sudden confession, leaving her stunned beyond words. She sputtered, practically choking on her own saliva.
For a moment, she was silent, her mouth opening and closing in disbelief as she tried to process what he had just said.
"N-Nani?" She stammered, snapping her head up at him.
Naruto smiled warmly, "I said, I love you, Hinata-chan." He voiced again, nodding to confirm her suspicions, to reassure her that he meant every word.
And he watched in awe as Hinata's face instantly lit up like a sunrise, her tears of confusion turning into tears of joy. It was the most beautiful sight Naruto had ever seen, and he felt a rush of happiness knowing he was the one who brought it out in her.
"I've loved you for as long as I can remember," Naruto said softly, his smile stretching wider across his whiskered face, "So, of course, I'm tired of pretending too." His voice was gentle as he reached out, his finger lightly tracing her jawline.
He felt a thrill of happiness as she sighed softly and leaned into his touch, "I'm tired of pretending I don't want to touch you," He murmured, his blue eyes sparkling with warmth.
His fingers traced down her face, thumb grazing her lips—those soft, tempting lips he'd imagined kissing more times than he could count.
"I'm tired of pretending I don't want to kiss you," He whispered, his gaze burning with the raw, intense desire that had been building inside him for what felt like forever. Everything he'd been bottling up was spilling out, his emotions running wild, his words flowing freely without any filter.
This was it—the moment of truth.
There was no turning back now.
But what he didn't realize was that Hinata didn't want him to stop. Her breath hitched at his touch, trembling like his fingers were fire, setting her skin ablaze with every light caress.
His fingers slid down to grasp her hand, holding it firmly against the bench, "And I'm tired of pretending I don't want to be with you," He admitted, his voice soft but sure.
"Hinata-chan, that stupid contract we signed has been such a pain, getting in the way of everything. No matter how hard I tried to push it aside and keep going, I... I couldn't do it. I couldn't either, Hinata-chan."
Gently, Naruto swept a loose curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear. His finger lingered just a moment longer, softly wiping away a stray tear as it slipped from her eye and rolled down her cheek.
"I want you to know, Hinata-chan, you've always been special to me—always," He murmured dreamingly, his gaze locked with hers as if he could lose himself in her eyes forever, "From the moment we first met and skated together, I knew you were something extraordinary. I've been so grateful to have you as my partner, to even be able to call you my friend, no, my best friend." He exclaimed in glee, causing Hinata to giggle, "Every practice, every competition, every moment we have shared together has been amazing, everything I have always dreamed of."
"O-Oh, N-Naruto-kun," Hinata gasped, her voice trembling with joy, completely at a loss for words.
Naruto shook his head, his spiky blonde hair bouncing with the motion, "I don't want to pretend it's just part of the job anymore. I want more than that." He finally admitted, laying it all out there, "I want you as more than a partner or a best friend. I want you to be someone truly special in my life." He breathed out a soft whimper.
"I want...you, Hinata-chan."
"Oh, Naruto-kun, oh kami," Hinata sputtered, trying to hold back tears. She was overwhelmed with gratitude to hear him say those words, relieved and thankful that he felt the same way as she did.
She was so relieved, so happy.
She squeezed his hand tighter, her face lighting up with a smile that outshone all the ones she'd ever shown for the cameras—a real, genuine smile.
"I love you too, Naruto-kun. Oh, I love you so much."
In that moment, they instinctively leaned in, their faces inching closer like they were sharing the same thought. Their breaths mingled, warm and uneven, as their lips finally touched in a kiss that seemed long overdue.
The instant their lips met, it felt like a burst of fireworks exploded inside them, brighter and more powerful than anything they'd ever experienced. Every spark of ecstasy that erupted from their lips touching seemed to dance through their bodies, setting their souls on fire and making everything else blur away.
In that moment, it was just the two of them, lost in their own world, where nothing else mattered.
Everything felt right, perfect—like the world had finally fallen into place.
The kiss started out soft and gentle, tender and a bit hesitant, but soon it grew into something more, something passionate.
They melted into each other with moans of bliss. Their heads tilted and bobbed as they eagerly searched for the perfect angle, trying to deepen the kiss and feel more of each other.
Naruto let out a soft moan as his tongue traced Hinata's plump lips, and he sighed in bliss when he felt her lips part slightly for him.
He happily took the invitation.
Gently, he slipped his tongue inside to explore her mouth—her gums, her teeth, her everything.
Hinata let out a soft moan and moved her tongue to meet his. She shyly twirled and played with his tongue, and Naruto responded by cupping the back of her head and pulling her closer. This deepened the kiss even more, and Hinata rewarded him for doing so by tilting her head and drawing his lips and tongue further into her mouth, as if she wanted every part of him.
Naruto groaned in bliss.
It wasn't long before their kiss grew messy, desperate, raw.
Their mixed saliva dripped from their lips and down their chins, their breathing became ragged, and their hearts pounded so hard it felt like they might burst from their chests. They reached for each other, fingers gripping fiercely against their competition outfits, tugging and pulling with desperate need.
They couldn't stop.
They didn't want to stop.
They were completely lost—lost in their desires, lost in each other.
Every flick of their tongues, every moan, every second with their faces pressed together sparked a fire inside them, driven by a need they had been holding back for so long.
For those precious moments, nothing else mattered—not the competition, not the contract, not even the storm that was now upon them. The kiss they shared was one that spoke of everything they'd wanted to say, a declaration of love that needed no words.
The moment was theirs and they were going to savor every bit of it...together.
Naruto let out a muffled moan, his hooded blue eyes glancing down in the kiss. But that is when he caught sight of a fresh tear sliding down Hinata's cheek. He used his thumb to gently wipe it away but just as he did, he saw another tear trickling down.
And then another, and another...
The tears just kept flowing, splashing all over her face, her forehead, and her cheeks. Naruto frowned, confused by what was happening. Before he could react, he felt a drop of water land on his own face. He gasped, pulling back quickly from the kiss and looking up, only to see a surprising sight.
It turned out it wasn't Hinata's tears after all—it was the sky's.
"Hinata-chan," Naruto called out, a big, goofy grin on his face, "It's raining."
Hinata blinked, still a bit dazed from their kiss, but she looked up.
At first, the raindrops were light and barely noticeable, but soon the sky opened up, and the rain came down in sheets, pouring like a flood, soaking everything around them—especially them.
Hand in hand, Naruto and Hinata sat there under the heavy downpour, their competition outfits soaking through quickly, clinging tightly to their bodies.
The relentless rain had transformed Hinata's dark blue hair into a near-black sheen in no time, with water streaming down and darkening both sides of her stunning dress—the white and the black. Her frizzy hair was plastered to her face, and her bangs drooped over her eyes, weighed down by the steady rain.
Naruto's spiky blonde hair was no better, now a wet mop on top of his head. Water streamed steadily down his face and shoulders, soaking him completely, turning his tight outfit into a clingy, soggy mess that clung even tighter to his muscular body.
Hinata let out a soft laugh, a sound like a sigh of relief, "Oh, Naruto-kun," She said, her voice blending with the sound of the rain, "it really is raining."
"Yeah, afraid so." Naruto said, glancing up at the dark, swirling clouds, "And judging by those clouds up there, it doesn't look like it's going to let up anytime soon."
Hinata shook her head, a playful smile gracing her lips, "I don't want to head inside just yet." Her expression suddenly shifted, revealing a hint of mischief, "But I have somewhere else in mind for us to go."
Naruto raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and held out his hand to feel the rain, letting it patter softly against his palm, "Hm? And where would that be?"
He turned only to meet seductive lavender eyes staring back at him.
Hinata pressed a finger to her dewy lips and allowed her other hand to slide teasingly up his thigh, a touch that made him shudder so good.
At that moment, he knew exactly what Hinata had in mind.
"Shh, it's a secret."
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When Hinata mentioned she had somewhere else in mind to go to escape the rain, Naruto certainly wasn't expecting this.
But he wasn't about to pretend he didn't like it.
He was done with pretending.
Hand in hand, Naruto followed Hinata through the downpour, the sound of water splashing beneath their feet as they hurried toward their sleek, black VIP Tour bus, waiting just a few blocks ahead.
The bus gleamed under the streetlights, its sleek black exterior shining back at them through the merciless sheet of rain.
Their names—Naruto Uzumaki and Hinata Hyūga—were painted in bold, bright letters along the side, impossible to miss. Next to their names, an image of them on the ice was projected, hand in hand, perfectly capturing the same graceful pose they struck after every performance at every competition.
Raindrops streamed down the bus, sliding over the image, but it remained crystal clear, front and center for anyone passing by to admire.
The rain came down even harder, but that didn't stop Naruto and Hinata. They picked up their pace, and before long, they were climbing aboard the bus.
Inside, they were welcomed by a rush of warm air and the sight of their half-asleep bus driver, who jolted awake at the sudden noise of their arrival.
"Wh-What in tarnation—?"
His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the two skaters, clearly not expecting them back so soon, let alone soaked to the bone but with grins on their faces. And as if that wasn't weird enough, they were holding hands too...
The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow.
"Don't mind us. We're just taking a quick break," Hinata said with a friendly smile. She was about to step further inside with Naruto when she paused and glanced back at the driver.
"Oh, and could you keep it a secret that we were here, pwease?" Hinata asked sweetly, giving the driver her signature puppy dog eyes. Naruto had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He knew that look all too well—it was her secret weapon, one she'd pulled on him more times than he could count.
Every time she softened those adorable lavender eyes, furrowed her brows, and pouted her plump lips—hitting him with that lethal triple combo—it completely took him out, every single time.
His knees would go weak, his heart would melt, and he would find himself giving in to her whims without a second thought. That look was just impossible to resist, and Hinata certainly knew that. Which is why: exhibit A—it would surely work on this guy, too.
And it did.
The middle-aged driver chuckled, his expression softening right away.
He leaned back in his seat and nodded at the pouty midnight blue-haired skater, "Yeah, yeah. I gotcha," He mumbled, "My lips are sealed." Then he tipped his hat down to cover his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, leaving it at that.
Naruto and Hinata exchanged glances, biting back their grins.
They didn't need to hear anything more before they took off, leaving the bus driver to his beauty sleep.
Hand in hand, even still, they dashed toward the back of the bus, their laughter mingling with the sound of the pouring rain outside.
In no time flat, they reached the back and made sure to shut the door behind them, blocking out the noise from the front and claiming the cozy space all to themselves.
Inside their VIP Tour Bus was their little cozy hideaway from the rain, the chaos of the competition, and just everything else. It was a place where they could be themselves and do what they wanted without anyone watching, without anyone rushing or nagging them, and...
....without any interruptions.
Naruto couldn't help but admire how clever it was of Hinata to bring them here. Oddly enough, it hadn't crossed his mind to seek shelter here, in the bus, but he was really grateful the thought crossed hers.
It felt like the perfect spot for them to sort out a few... things.
Their VIP Tour bus was anything but ordinary; it truly lived up to its name: VIP.
It was spacious and luxurious, feeling more like a cozy lounge than a typical bus. The inviting interior featured soft, plush seating that made you feel like you were sinking into a cloud as soon as you took a seat.
The walls were sleek, smooth, and modern, adorned with warm wood accents that added a cozy, inviting feel to the place. There were lights galore, and each one could be easily dimmed, either with a remote or by hand, setting the perfect mood for the two skaters' private time together.
Framed photos from past performances and fun photo shoots decorated the shelves, while their medals sparkled on almost every wall, catching the light just right.
The bus had an awesome sound system and several mounted TVs placed around, making it perfect for entertainment on the go. The kitchenette was super handy too, featuring a sink, microwave, mini oven, bar, and a mini fridge filled with tasty snacks and refreshing drinks.
The bus was also equipped with plenty of bathrooms, beds, and storage spaces, ensuring that all Naruto and Hinata's needs were met during long trips to competitions.
Throughout the bus, soft leather couches, colorful throw pillows, and cozy blankets were scattered about, each seat calling out to the two lovebirds to plop on and finally give in to the naughty thoughts swirling in their heads.
With so many seating options to choose from, it was always a fun challenge to find the perfect spot to relax and enjoy themselves.
But for Hinata and Naruto, that choice was simple this time.
The real fun awaited them at the back, where the sectional couch was ready and waiting.
Naruto chuckled as Hinata gave him a playful shove, sending him sinking deep into the couch, the soft cushions almost swallowing his soaked body whole.
He bit his lip, his gaze fixed on her as she reached over and slowly began to twist the lighting knob on the wall. The dimming lights of their section of the bus responded to her pace, growing darker with each click, as if she had total control over the room—and him.
All the while, Naruto couldn't look away from her, and she found herself caught in the same dilemma, unable to look away from him either.
Once the room was dim enough for Hinata's liking, she began to move toward Naruto—taking her first sexy steps.
Her hips swayed side to side as she walked, exuding a confidence and a playful naughtiness that Naruto had never seen from her before.
It had him shooked, eyes wide but with a stupid grin on his face.
The way her hips rocked made her wet dress flutter around her, the sequins catching the faint light and twinkling off his face, even in the dimness.
He couldn't take his eyes off her as she reached behind her, keeping her gaze locked on him as she began to unzip her dress.
Naruto chuckled once more, casually stretching his arms across the back of the couch.
"You sure you wanna do this, Hina?"
It was a vague question, but they both understood what it meant—what they wanted to do but shouldn't. But that "shouldn't" was irrelevant now. It was all about what they wanted, at this moment, nothing else.
So...
Hinata nodded, stepping closer to him. Pausing her unzipping, she pushed one leg forward to nudge his leg open, then did the same with the other.
Naruto squinted his eyes up at her, intrigued.
"I'm sure, Naruto-kun." She whispered, breathless.
Naruto responded with a soft hum, "Hmm, just checking."
He leaned in a bit closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
"Because I'm sure too."
With that, he surprised her by suddenly launching forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her petite frame off her feet and right onto his lap.
It happened so fast that Hinata couldn't even manage a gasp.
It felt so natural to Naruto—lifting her.
He had done it countless times on the ice, so he was well-acquainted with the feeling of her body snug in his arms. Her small frame was a weight he was familiar with, and he never had any trouble carrying her.
This time was no different; the way he lifted her off the ground and onto him was so smooth and effortless that he didn't even flinch, just like he wouldn't during a perfect lift in their routines.
It was instinctive, requiring barely any thought at all.
He chuckled at the surprised expression on her face as her hands instinctively shot up to grip his shoulders, clearly startled by the sudden lift.
"N-Naruto-kun!"
"I've got you; ya know I won't let you fall, my love," He teased, leaning in to place gentle kisses along her neck. His fingers slid up her body, moving behind her shoulders to find the zipper of her costume dress. He grasped it and slowly began to ease it down.
"Here, let me help," Naruto murmured against her skin, making a flush rise to Hinata's cheeks.
Outside, the rain poured down in a relentless onslaught, tapping against the bus like a million tiny drummers, with droplets streaming down the tinted windows one after another.
The rhythmic sound was almost soothing, wrapping them up and and muffling the quiet zip of the zipper and the soft thud of wet clothes and shoes hitting the floor.
In no time, Naruto had slipped off Hinata's dress and tennis shoes, all while moving to the other side of her neck to plant more gentle kisses.
His kisses were slow but hungry, shifting from a careful pace of savoring her to an overwhelming need to devour every part of her. His lips left a wet, messy trail along her jawline, down her neck, over her pulse, and across her collarbone before reaching her shoulder.
Hinata moaned softly, one hand tangling in his hair while the other pressed against the window behind him, smudging the glass as she settled deeper into his lap, her breath briefly fogging it up.
"Oh yes, N-Naruto-kun," She whimpered, urging him for more as she melted under the electrifying touch of his kisses.
Naruto's kisses—they were everything she had ever dreamed of and more.
Each kiss seemed to leave behind a spark that lingered on her skin, slowly spreading into a wildfire that warmed her from the inside out, especially between her legs, heating her up in all the right places.
She shivered on top of him, now stripped to just her leotard and tights, which clung tightly to her petite frame.
Naruto was quick to reach for the zipper of her white leotard, but then he paused, looking up at her.
He raised one blonde eyebrow.
"On or off?" He whispered huskily, "The tights," He trailed off, nodding at her mondor tights that clung to her pale legs, "are definitely staying on—they're just too sexy to take off. But this..." He gestured to her leotard, his gaze lingering.
"What do you think is hotter? On or off?" He asked again.
Hinata paused, biting her lip as she considered his question, her hands gently rushing up to cradle his whiskered cheeks.
The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down his spine.
"Honestly, both are super hot," She giggled, her lavender eyes mischievous. That playful look made Naruto's heart race, and he felt a rush of excitement wash over him, making it hard to focus on anything else but her, only her.
Naruto chuckled, "Can't decide either, huh?"
Hinata nodded with a playful pout, "No, that's a tough one, Naruto-kun. You're making me think, and I'm too..." She lowered her voice, "horny to think."
Naruto laughed at her cuteness, shaking his wet blonde hair, "Sorry, Hina, but this isn't just on me. We're in this together." He shrugged, his grin playful, "We need to figure this out, love—on or off? Which is it?" He repeated, stifling his laughter while playfully zipping her leotard up and down.
Hinata playfully threw a mini temper tantrum on top of him, pouting even more.
"No, I—I can't decide," She groaned, shaking her head. She took his hand and guided it away from the zipper of her leotard. She lowered it, catching him off guard as she guided his hand to her covered breast.
A shiver ran through her as his large hand instinctively cupped her left breast, sinking his thick fingers into its softness.
They both let out soft moans.
"I can't d-decide because..." She leaned in to kiss him gently, their lips lingering for a moment before they pulled away, "I'd love to be completely naked for you, Naruto-kun, to take off these clothes and show you every part of me—of my body," She whispered against his lips, nearly driving him wild.
"Oh Hina," Naruto moaned, "you spoil me, baby."
"D-Demo..." Hinata gave him another kiss, causing him to groan, "I'd also love to have you inside me while I'm still in my costume," She said softly, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"Wouldn't that, after all, be more...rebellious?"
"Mmm, Hinata-chan," Naruto murmured, feeling a rush of excitement at her unexpected boldness.
She was just full of delightful surprises tonight, showing a side of herself that was both sexy and daring, piquing his interest—turning him on.
So, recalling her words, he decided to take a closer look at her, fully taking in the sight of her dressed in her leotard.
He took a good, long look at her.
Running his hands down her soft curves, he followed the shape of her petite body through the thin fabric of her white leotard.
The material hugged her like a second skin, shaping itself to every curve and dip of her as if it was a part of her own body.
Hinata's skin seemed to come alive under his touch, a tingling feeling spreading with each caress. Every gentle stroke from his fingertips sent a pleasurable shiver down her spine, causing her body to shudder up so good on top of him.
For Naruto, it was so exciting to see how she responded to his touch, to feel her react to his every movement as he explored her freely, just as he had always wanted—as they both wanted.
Naruto bit his lip, his eyes fixed on her as he circled his thumbs around the slight protrusion of her cute nipples, visible through the fabric.
Hinata moaned softly, holding onto him tighter, "Y-Yes."
He then traced the gentle curve of her breasts beneath the leotard, causing her to shudder with pleasure. Moving downwards, he followed the faint curves of his ribs and the outline of her navel, all visible through her snug leotard.
Continuing down, he felt the fabric end abruptly, exposing the alluring V line where the leotard met her skin, leading to her creamy thighs covered in tights. Gently running his nails over the tights on her thighs, he elicited a soft gasp from Hinata.
Naruto chuckled, "Tell me, when did you become so naughty, my love?"
"Hm?" Hinata shuddered, giggling, "Well, I did say I was tired of pretending, didn't I?" She responded, playfully tilting her head.
Naruto chuckled, shaking his mop head with a grin. He lightly smacked her exposed asscheeks, working a surprise gasp out of her.
"Ooh, so naughty, I see what you did there."
They both laughed, Hinata biting her lip mischievously.
"Well then," Naruto leaned in for another kiss before whispering in her ear.
"The leotard stays on."
His husky words sent a delightful shiver through Hinata, tightening up her nether regions below.
She bit her lip.
"But for me," He continued on, "let me go all the way, let me reveal everything to you, Hina." With that, he ran his hands up her thighs, gently guiding her upright.
Hinata understood exactly what he wanted.
Naruto reached behind to unzip his own costume, and she eagerly lent a hand to assist.
Hinata helped him unzip and open up his costume completely, her hands eagerly sliding across his undershirt to caress his chest underneath. For the first time, she touched him not in a professional way, but with the intimacy she had always craved.
And the thrill of it was beyond exhilarating.
The midnight blue-haired skater traced her fingers along her blonde partner's sculpted torso, appreciating the definition of his muscles, even visible through the black fabric. But her admiration was cut short when Naruto suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted them both to a standing position for a moment.
She yelped, then giggled as she caught on to the way he intended to slip out of the rest of his costume, simply letting it fall down his legs.
Naruto chuckled as well, then flopped back onto the seat, kicking off his tennis shoes, socks, and the rest of his wet competition outfit afterward.
Now, he was down to just his undershirt, groin guard, and briefs—though not for long.
Hinata's eager fingers joined his, pinching and tugging at the fabric, determined to remove every last piece. Naruto's fingers intertwined with hers, moving in perfect sync as they worked together, not stopping until all of his clothing was stripped away.
And soon enough...
Naruto was completely bare before her, vulnerable and exposed, all hers to admire, the soft glow of the dimmed light highlighting every inch of his body.
"Oh my kami," Hinata whispered, nearly breathless with awe. Her lavender eyes roamed over his muscular chest, and when her fingertips finally made contact, a gasp escaped her lips as they sank into his firm, tanned skin, sending a thrill through her.
His chest felt as smooth and shiny as the ice they skated on, and she loved how it responded to her touch, shuddering and flexing beneath her fingers.
Naruto groaned, his hands sliding around to cup her bottom, fingers sinking into the soft skin exposed by the slit of her leotard.
"You're staring an awful lot there," He teased with a grin.
"Managed to impress you, eh?"
Hinata giggled, giving his chest a playful shove, "Oh, stop that," She said, her eyes gleaming, "You should give yourself more credit, my love." She motioned down at him—his hot bod and all—sculpted and blessed with features any man would envy and any woman would dream of touching.
She bit her lip, "Of course, you've impressed me. You look sexy, Naruto-kun."
"Mmm," Naruto groaned, feeling a twitch down below from her compliment, making him chuckle, "Looks like a special someone really liked the sound of that." He nodded toward his exposed groin, eagerly awaiting her attention.
"What about this? What do you think of this part of me, hmm?"
"Mmm, Oh, Naruto-kun," Hinata moaned softly, her hooded lavender eyes locking onto the most intimate part of him: his member.
It felt almost unreal.
There it was, right in front of her, no longer hidden beneath his briefs or the groin guard he usually wore under his tight uniforms. Now fully revealed, it was another vulnerable part of him, laid bare just for her, hers to see, to touch, to claim.
Seeing him like this—so naked and exposed—deepened her connection to Naruto in a way she hadn't felt before. It was as if they were perfectly in sync, sharing a bond that no one else could ever hope to understand. That realization flooded her body with warmth, leaving her feeling both overwhelmed but exhilarated at the same time.
Hinata couldn't resist reaching out to touch him there, her fingers curling around his bulging member.
They both shuddered in unison the moment she touched him, crossing a line of intimacy between them forever.
They both shuddered in unison the moment her fingers touched his member, a spark igniting between them as they crossed that unspoken line of intimacy that would change everything between them forever.
Hinata bit her lip, cupping him softly.
Naruto felt so hot—his intense warmth radiated in a way that didn't frighten her; instead, it intrigued her, sending a teasing heat through her fingertips, like a gentle flame dancing on her skin.
She rubbed him gently, and as she did, she could feel the blue veins beneath his skin pulsing with warmth, their bumpy texture gliding against the palm of her hands.
Her lavender eyes followed the length of his shaft, watching a drop of precum ooze from the tip and slide down between her fingers.
She tilted her head, lightly brushing her thumb across his tip, and observed as Naruto arched his back and moaned in response almost instantly.
He gave her ass a firm squeeze of approval.
"Ooh, Hina, you have no idea how long I've wanted you to touch me like that," He admitted breathlessly.
"Impressive, Naruto-kun," Hinata breathed, finally answering his earlier question, "That's what you are—every part of you." Her gaze drifted back down to his member, and a soft smile crept across her face as she reveled in the intimacy of holding something so personal, something that was entirely his.
She bit her lip, "I want you. I want you inside me so badly, Naruto-kun."
"On your cue, my love," Naruto groaned, winking at her, his lips spreading into a warm, inviting smile that made her heart race.
"Do you want to put it in, or shall I?" He asked, as was his habit before making a move, especially when it came to Hinata. His voice was teasing, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone, wanting to make sure she was all comfortable and most importantly, ready.
Lucky for him, he didn't have to wait long for an answer.
Naruto watched as Hinata nodded without any hesitation.
"I want to put it in."
The eagerness in her voice mirrored her desire, and Hinata felt a thrilling rush of excitement at the prospect of taking that next step—of moving beyond just friendship into something more intimate, of truly connecting with Naruto for the very first time.
With that, gripping his member with her well-manicured fingers, Hinata eagerly moved to tug the bottom of her leotard aside with her other hand, uncovering her wet, shaven vagina, all ready to take in Naruto.
In fact, Hinata had been ready for him for what felt like forever, as ready as she could possibly be.
Every moment they spent together, each second that led to this point, had only deepened her desire. Now, with Naruto so close, she could no longer contain the excitement surging through her.
She was ready .
And so was Naruto.
Without hesitation, the two watched as she led the head of his rod closer and closer to her peeking vagina, anticipation building with each passing moment...
...until she suddenly halted.
"Oh, damn it!" Hinata exclaimed suddenly, catching Naruto off guard. He was jolted out of the moment, his head quickly snapping towards her with a look of alarm on his face, his heart racing.
"What? What is it, Hina?" Naruto asked rather frantically, a hint of concern creasing his brow.
"We... forgot protection," Hinata stuttered, her voice tinged with worry.
Naruto's eyebrow quirked in confusion.
"Condoms, Naruto-kun!" Hinata exclaimed, a bit louder this time, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.
"Oh, condoms!" Naruto exclaimed, realization hitting him as he understood the reason for Hinata's outburst.
But he simply waved it off, shrugging, "Yeah, you're right, we don't have any. But, uh," He paused, "it's okay; we'll remember for next time." He reassured her with a casual nod, his mind already thinking ahead.
Hinata giggled, playfully nudging him in the chest, "Naruto-kun! What if there's no next time?"
Naruto gasped dramatically, "You're saying we won't have sex again?"
Hinata nudged him again, causing him to chuckle, "Not that, silly. What if... you know," Her expression turned worried, her lips forming a pout, "I get pregnant? It could complicate things, right?"
Naruto shook his head reassuringly, reaching out to gently tap her chin, "Don't worry, my love. I won't cum inside you. I promise."
"O-Okay, I trust you," She whispered softly, her voice tinged with anticipation, before continuing to lead his pulsating member forward.
Their eyes darted between each other and then down to their lower bodies, steadily shifting back and forth as her hand slowly pulled him closer.
Before long, Hinata pressed the tip of him against her warm, slick pussy lips, teasingly rubbing it back and forth as she searched for her entrance. When she found it, she smoothly slid him inside with one firm push.
The moment their lower bodies connected, the moment they became one, a surge of scorching warmth flooded through them, and they both moaned in unison.
The sound was pure ecstasy, resonating in the back of the bus.
Instinctively, Naruto tightened his grip on Hinata's trembling body, pulling her in as close as he could. Their bodies fit together seamlessly, as if this moment was always meant to be.
It was thrilling.
It was exhilarating.
It was...perfect.
Hinata gripped Naruto's thigh tightly, her eyes rolling back in pure bliss, her whole body shaking on top of him.
"Oh kami! Pl-Please don't move yet," She begged, her voice raw.
Naruto furrowed his brow, "I-I haven't. Wait, hold on a sec." He cocked his head, sensing a warmth trickling down his shaft, running over his thighs.
He gasped, "Did you just cum...already?" He teased with a smirk, tossing his head back up at her, his wet blonde bangs brushing against his face.
He snickered.
"That fast?"
Hinata groaned, striking him in the chest, "Sh-Shut up."
"You were really backed up, huh?" He teased again.
"I was just surprised by how good your cock felt inside me," Hinata admitted, moving her hands forward to clutch his shoulders, positioning herself comfortably on top of him.
"Heh," Naruto snorted, "I should've warned ya." He replied with a chuckle.
Hinata shot him a playful glare, narrowing her lavender eyes at him, but it only elicited another laugh from him.
She shook her head in a chiding manner.
"Okay, for real this time," She whimpered, wet strands of her hair falling to stick against her cheeks and neck.
"I-I'll move."
Naruto nodded in agreement, "And I'll follow your lead."
Hinata smiled eagerly, the anticipation building within her.
She couldn't wait any longer.
With her fingers keeping a good grip of Naruto's shoulders, she took the lead, lowering her hips all the down on his cock. The sensation of the last few inches of him filling her up made her gasp, and she couldn't help but crave more.
The pleasure felt so good.
In unison, they tilted their heads back, letting blissful moans escape their lips. They soaked in the joy of being so intimately connected, finally able to do what they had always longed for.
This moment was their moment, their way of expressing how much they meant to each other—through the warmth of intimacy, the depth of their feelings, and the powerful connection they shared.
Yes, it felt good indeed.
"Oh, Naruto-kun!" Hinata squealed, her voice echoing throughout the bus, the sound of the rain outside masking her words, "You feel amazing inside me. You're so big—I-I feel you everywhere!"
"Damn, baby," Naruto cursed softly, his face contorted with pleasure, "You're so tight," He groaned, "Your pretty pink pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight."
Hinata quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, realizing holding his shoulders was not enough. Boldly, she began moving her hips in a rhythmic see-saw motion, gliding herself up and down on his member.
The sensation nearly overwhelmed her.
Each time she lowered her hips, she felt a satisfying fullness as her pussy swallowed him completely, his shaft filling her inner walls and reaching places inside her that made her forget how to breathe.
With every thrust, the tip of his shaft expertly found that sweet spot inside her, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge of climax once again. The sensation was electric, igniting a fire that surged from the crown of her head down to the tips of her toes.
Everywhere.
Hinata lifted her hips again, feeling the familiar heat building within her as he retraced the same paths inside her, teasing her entrance with every tantalizing brush of his tip. As she sank back down, his shaft filled her up again, stretching her out so good.
Hinata's eyes crossed in ecstasy, seeing stars as she held Naruto tightly, almost suffocating him with her embrace.
But Naruto didn't seem to mind.
He was in pure bliss, blindly wrapping his arms around her to draw her close, but he was a bit uncertain of where to place them. He gripped her hips, guiding them to move, while also indulging in groping and smacking her ass.
Hinata clearly enjoyed that, relishing in the sensation of having her ass fondled while she rode him, her walls clenching tightly around his throbbing shaft, almost unbearably, as if trying to squeeze the life out of him.
Naruto's hot breath tickled her neck as he trailed his fingers along the curve of her backside, searching for the perfect spot to hold her. Finally, he slid one arm around the small of her back before running his hand up into her hair, gently tilting her head down to meet his so their foreheads touched.
Hinata gazed deeply into his eyes as she thrust her hips against him, starting slow to readjust and savor the sensation of having a cock inside her again, especially Naruto's cock. It stretched her out, ignited her senses, and pleasured her in a way that only he could.
A rush of various sensations flooded her all at once, many that her body had long forgotten but was now rediscovering, like opening Pandora's box. Such sensations were reawakened, and now, she knew there was no going back to forgetting them ever again.
Hinata let out a soft mewl, but Naruto leaned in to capture the sound with a sloppy, wet kiss that melded with the rhythm of their hips slapping together.
"Mmm, fuck yeah, baby," He whispered, groaning softly against her lips.
"You look so fucking sexy moving your hips like that for me, Hina." Naruto praised her, admiring her confidence as she took the lead. He enjoyed how eagerly her walls embraced his member, loving the way they caressed and massaged him every time he slid inside her.
It felt like a whole new experience being connected to Hinata. It wasn't just the pleasurable sensation of how tight, wet, and hot her insides were, no, he felt more than that—he felt her emotions, her reactions, every subtle shiver, every moment she became more and more alive.
Her beautiful moans seemed to surround him, growing louder like surround sound in his ears, in his mind.
Her warmth cocooned him so intimately, so profoundly, spreading a comforting heat through his skin, electric tingles down his nerves, and tingles through every part of his body. It sparked something in his brain unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Naruto couldn't quite grasp it, couldn't find the words to describe it, but it felt like something out of this world, a feeling that surpassed any other feeling he's ever felt in his entire life.
And then, he felt it—her heartbeat aligning with his, thumping against his chest in perfect harmony.
It was heaven.
Naruto was certain that this was what heaven must feel like. It was a beautiful moment, a dream realized to be with Hinata like this.
He had longed for this moment for what felt like forever, and now he was savoring it all—every touch, every sound, every sensation, treasuring each second with the woman he loved.
He wished to remain like this—just like this, with her.
With Hinata.
Naruto embraced her tighter, feeling Hinata return his affection by holding him just as close. She deepened the moment by nestling her lips into the center of his bangs, gently planting a soft kiss on his forehead.
He let out a contented sigh, sinking into the couch and her embrace, reveling in the bliss of the moment.
As time went on, Hinata began to gain more confidence in riding him, gradually picking up speed and exploring naughty desires that even took Naruto by surprise.
She adjusted her position on top of him, tightening her grip around his neck. Shifting her legs for better leverage, she planted her feet firmly on each side of him, pressing them into the leather of the couch, causing it to sink slightly beneath them.
She decided to change things up, and she suddenly began to throw her hips more recklessly on top of him. The loud slap of their hips echoed through their section of the bus, challenging the noise of the heavy rain and thunder outside.
She hopped fervently on his lap, losing herself in the addictive sensation of her inner walls rubbing themselves against Naruto's warm, thick member, relishing the overwhelming fullness that followed.
She wanted to feel more, so much more.
In no time flat, Naruto's groans intensified, bursting out of him uncontrollably to fill up the space, to fill up Hinata's ears. Each one was loud and abrupt, as if ripped from his core to simply flood straight out of his open mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He groaned after every thrust of her hips, feeling her greedy pussy take him all the way down to the hilt. With each thrust, her asscheeks playfully slapped against his balls, causing his eyes to roll back and his head to fall against the couch in pleasure.
"Hai, hai, hai!" Hinata cried out in delight. Her eyes rolled back, her teeth slipping down to tug at her lip as she pursued her climax, chasing it, and chasing it, until she finally caught up to it. She whimpered, driving her hips down one final time, only to coat his shaft entirely in her cum.
"E-Eek!"
"Fuck!"
They both exclaimed in usion, their legs giving way to tremors, particularly Hinata, who was left in a quivering heap.
"O-O-Oh k-kami!" Hinata squealed in a frenzy, reeling from the aftershocks of her climax. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her body trembling so intensely that she couldn't find the strength to steady herself. The sensitivity of her pussy around him was almost unbearable, the pleasure so intense that it left her unable to do anything but collapse onto Naruto's chest.
"N-Naruto-kun, Naruto-kun!" She whimpered, a jumbled mess, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair, holding onto him tightly as if he were the anchor to steady her trembling body.
But...
....that was not the case.
Because in a heartbeat, Hinata felt a sudden lift, the leather couch disappearing from beneath her feet, leaving them suspended in mid-air. She gasped, snapping her head up only to be greeted by a cheeky grin from a sweaty Naruto.
He took a stand, effortlessly picking her up in his arms, his large hands securing her tight covered thighs on each side. Playfully, he jostled her petite frame in his hold, causing her to squeak, her arms instinctively wrapping back around his neck.
"Naruto-kun-!"
"Let's kick it up a notch, shall we?" He leaned in to kiss her cheek, groaning softly against her skin.
"You can handle that, right?"
She couldn't even respond before Naruto took control, thrusting his hips vigorously against her with a speed that left her gasping. The intensity of his thrusts were so abrupt, so powerful, so good, that they had her seeing stars, had her feeling like she was transcending.
Her facial features practically flatlined, falling...blank.
"You can handle this, right?" Naruto asked again, his voice a growl as he rocked her body back and forth against his erect cock, which plunged in and out of her uncovered pussy like a power drill, accompanied by the wet sounds of her juices splashing down his shaft and pooling on the floor.
Hinata's toes curled in the air beside his hips, her arms wrapping around his neck tighter and tighter. A deep, guttural groan escaped from deep within her, so intense that she had to shut her eyes tightly, her lips forming a deep pout.
"Oh kami!!! I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum!" She cried out in sobs, her legs flailing wildly. Her stomach muscles clenched tightly as she reached another orgasm, her juices flowing out of her like a sprinkler.
"Guh! It feels so good!! I can't stop cumming, Naruto-kun!"
"Damn right," Naruto grunted. "You cum, and you keep cumming, baby." He growled near her ear as he thrust her against his shaft, harder and harder each time.
"This cock is all yours, Hina. I want you greedy for it," He whispered, nibbling at her earlobe.
"Tell me you're greedy for my cock."
"I'm greedy for you cock, Naruto-kun!"
"Louder baby! It's raining outside, I can't hear you!"
"I'm greedy, Naruto-kun!" She cried out at the top of her lungs, "I'm greedy for your cock!"
"Now, that's better!" He roared in approval.
Quickly adjusting her position in his arms, Naruto let her legs hang freely around his waist. With one hand supporting her bottom, he lifted her up. To her surprise, he used his other hand to slide up her body and tug at her leotard, causing her breasts to pop out one by one, like a game of peek-a-boo.
"Ooh," Hinata moaned, giving them a shake for him, "You're such a naughty boy, Naruto-kun." She teased, earning a chuckle from the blonde man.
"You wanted to see my breasts, hm, my love?"
"I do, and I want to see them jiggle as I fuck you, baby," He confessed, biting his lip, eliciting a squeal from her.
He bent her over, prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist and cling to him. Guiding her arms under his, he directed her to grasp the back of his forearms as he held her waist. With her body positioned horizontally in midair, he began to thrust against her again but with increasing speed, filling her pussy full of cock.
He observed with delight as she flapped like a fish out of water, hanging just a few feet above the ground. Her glossy lavender eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open as a cascade of moans spilled out one after the other.
Her dark hair was completely free from its bun at this point, tumbing messily everywhere, covering her face, failing in the air. Each thrust pounded into her pussy relentlessly, penetrating her in a way that made it difficult for her to breathe, to moan, to think.
Just as Naruto wanted, her pale, creamy breasts jiggled wildly about, bouncing and swaying before his face. The sight was so sexy, prompting him to lean down and gobble them up, all while continuing to fuck her horizontally in mid-air—a remarkable feat, indeed.
"Naruto-kun! Naruto-kun! Gahh, Naruto-kun!" Hinata could only scream his name as she was led to cum over and over again, the whiplash of his hips slamming into hers clashing with her screams, bouncing off the walls of the VIP bus.
Raising his head from her breasts, having moistened each nipple with his saliva, Naruto let out a growl through gritted teeth. Switching tactics, he guided her forward to position her on the other side of the sectional couch, laying her down on her back.
Eagerly, Hinata giggled and raised her legs up high in the air. She grasped her ankles and effortlessly pulled them back until they touched her ears, giving Naruto easy access to everything her slipped-over leotard provided— her gaping wet pussy.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful, Hina." Naruto moaned, leaning down to drag his open lips across her inner thigh. He moved to the other thigh to give that side a kiss as well, before finally planting a kiss directly on her wet pussy.
Hinata whimpered, her back arching against the couch.
Naruto grinned up at her, then spat a wad of saliva along her vagina, giving the quivering lips a gentle rub before straightening up.
Lifting one leg beside her head, he took hold of his cock at the base and guided it into her gaping pussy. They both watched in playful surprise as it slipped in smoothly with a wet plop, his tip disappearing inside her
His hands gripped the back of the couch as his body hovered over Hinata, and with that, he went back to thrusting into her.
Once more, they went at it.
Again...
and again...
...and again...
The couch, the floor, against the wall—they fucked everywhere on the bus, letting the burning desire within them just take them over.
Time didn't matter.
Consequences didn't matter.
Nothing else mattered in that moment except each other.
They were in their own world now—lost in each other, blind by each other.
It was a consequence.
It was a consequence of keeping everything bottled up for far too long.
They had denied their feelings and pretended that what was between them didn't exist, pushing it aside time and time again. But now, all that restraint was bursting free, and there was no stopping it.
Now, they were finally letting go of all that pent-up tension, all of that pent-up longing, all of that backed up ick and they were not gonna stop until they were nice and satisfied...
....until they were nice and exhausted.
With a deep, drawn-out breath, Naruto collapsed onto the couch beside Hinata, his body feeling like jelly, muscles numb from how much they had gone at it. Sweat covered every inch of his naked skin, dripping down his face, replacing the rainwater that had once soaked him.
His vision was a bit wonky, seeing double as he turned his half-lidded eyes toward Hinata, who was just as exhausted as he was.
She was there, in the middle of fixing herself up, struggling to push her breasts back into her leotard, brushing her tangled midnight blue hair out of her face.
The bus was quiet now, the sound of the rain outside finally gone, leaving only the soft, heavy breaths between them.
She smiled wearily as their eyes met, her muscles aching, "Oh, that was so nice," She sighed blissfully, her voice barely above a whisper.
Naruto gave her a tired grin, his body sinking deeper into the couch, fully aware they'd pushed themselves to their limits. He hadn't felt this worn out in a long time, not even after their grueling practice sessions.
But it was worth it—so worth it.
He nodded, reaching over to playfully pat her thigh, "Oh yeah, that was incredible...Ah, crap," Naruto muttered, smacking his forehead as the reminder hit him—his coach's words popping back into his head.
They had interviews.
Hinata perked up, in a panic snapping her glossy lavender eyes over at him, "Wh-What is it, Naruto-kun?"
"Anko sensei said we had interviews."
"N-Nani? Itsu?" Hinata stammered, shocked.
This was the first time she heard about this.
Naruto sighed, "I'm afraid, when is the problem." He groaned, trying to think, but his mind was just too foggy. Shaking his head, he managed to recall a few bits and pieces.
"When I was on my way to find you after our performance, I actually ran into Anko-sensei. She told me once I found you, to come straight back. Said we had interviews in a few hours... whatever that means now."
Naruto sighed again, feeling a little guilty, "I totally forgot to tell you."
"Oh, Naruto-kun," Hinata gently scolded him.
"Yeah..."
"It's okay, my love," She said, turning to him and gently cupping his whiskered cheek, "Besides, there's no place I'd rather be than here with you. Definitely not behind more cameras."
She scrunched up her face in mock disgust, "Blegh."
Naruto chuckled, turning toward her and running his hand further up her thigh, feeling the soft material of her tights bundle underneath his fingers, "Same here, love. If I could, I'd stay here all night, just like this, close to you."
"One day, it will be like this for us," Hinata whispered softly, "But for now, let's keep this between us, okay?"
Naruto nodded, bending over to kiss her thigh.
"Yeah, just between us, Hina."
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Notes:
A.N.
I did it.
Finally, I've done it.
I've finished every single prompt I wanted to write to last year's NHMonth event—the 2023 NaruHina celebration. From beginning to end, it's all done. You have no idea how happy this makes me. It took nearly a year, but what matters is that I've brought everything to a close. Even the one-shots that turned into two- or three-part stories—or full-on fanfics—are complete. Every story I planned has a conclusion I'm proud of and truly enjoy.
I really hope you've enjoyed them too—every contribution I made for last year's event. That being said, I know there's another NaruHina month event coming up, but after how much work I poured into the last one (and how long it took), I won't be participating this time around. Instead, I'll be focusing on my own writing and personal projects.
No more events for me, haha.
Not anytime soon, anyway.
They're such a big commitment, and let me just be honest—I can never stick to just a few prompts. I always go all out, and right now, I don't have the bandwidth for that. I've got so many ideas and projects on hold that I've been itching to work on. Next year, it's all about catching up on my own fanfics and bringing them to completion.
That said, I'm still planning to write smutty oneshots for this collection. I've got so many ideas lined up, and I can't wait for you to see what I have in store. Seriously, my "idea" doc is packed with almost 300 oneshot ideas—my brain's been on overdrive this year while I was busy with the event! But next year, it's back to business as usual.
Here's what you can expect:
• Updates on The Unknown.
• Updates on Clash of Possession (Arc 2)
• Maybe updates on Heated (we'll see).
• More smutty one-shots for Kiss Me, Thrill Me.
• A brand-new fanfic! (But only after I finish The Unknown and Arc 2 of Clash of Possession—stay tuned!)
There's so much planned, so much to write, and so much to look forward to.
Once again, I hope you've enjoyed this wild, amazing ride! Don't forget to vote, comment, share, and all that good stuff. 😊
And of course, stay safe and take care!
This officially wraps up NHMonth 2023 for me! 🎉
See ya again with more smutty one-shots—as normal! 😚❤️
- Powerful_niya
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• December 1–31, 2023 •
Start Date: December 1, 2023
Completion Date: November 22, 2024
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Chapter 40: ❦Private Show❦
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Hinata's birthday takes an unexpected turn when her friends take her to a men's strip club, where she catches the eye of a dangerously handsome male stripper determined to give her a night she'll never forget.
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Notes:
Merry Christmas, everyone! Happy New Year, and welcome to 2025!!
Wow, it feels like it's been forever since I've updated. I’ve honestly missed all of you so much. As always, I like to stick to my little routine for my mental health, which is something I plan to keep going this year too. I usually step away for a bit, sometimes a month or two, just to recharge and focus on myself. During that time, I get to catch up on my writing and, of course, spend some quality time with my family. It's always refreshing and necessary for me.
But enough about me! How are all of you doing? Can you believe it’s 2025 already? Christmas honestly flew by so fast, I swear it doesn’t even make any sense. One minute, it felt like we were preparing for it, and now here we are in the new year. Time really has a way of slipping by, huh?
I’m super excited for what this year has in store, and I can’t wait to share more with all of you. First up, I’ve got a deliciously smutty one-shot all about Hinata’s birthday. I’ve been dying to write something for our sweet cinnamon roll, and so, here it is. It's a little late, but better late than never, right? I'll get myself together one of these days.
Any who, I really hope you all enjoy it!
Comment, leave kudos, and share!
And of course...
Happy Birthday, Hinata Hyūga!!! 🎉
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Alcoholic Beverages • Birthday • Birthday Edition 2024 • Birthday sex • Body Worship • Cock Worship • Cockbulge • Condoms • Couch Sex • Desperation • Dirty Dancing • Dirty talk • Dominance • Drunk Sex • Edge play • Exhibitionism • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Freaky • Frottage • Humor • Hinata's Birthday • Loss Of Control • Desire or...love at first sight? • Lubricant • Male Stripper • Marathon sex • Masturbation • Modern AU • Multiple Orgasms • Night Club • Overstimulation • Panties • Piercings • Pole Dancing • Praise Kink • Protected Sex • Power play • Pussy Worship • Riding • Rough Sex • Scent Kink • Sex worker AU • Size Difference Kink • Spanking • Spoiling • Squirting • Stripper • Striptease • Sweat Kink • Vaginal sex • Voyeurism • 2024.
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Private Show
Hinata wasn't entirely sure how the night turned into this.
It all started off so simple—dinner at Ichiraku Ramen, one of her favorite spots to eat in Tokyo. The restaurant was nestled in a quiet part of the city, tucked away on a side street. It was a place highly known for its cozy, comforting dishes, the kind that offered the perfect treat after a long and stressful week.
Hinata's meal choice for the night was her all-time favorite—ramen, of course.
A steaming bowl of rich broth loaded with melt-in-your-mouth chashu pork, shiitake mushrooms, fresh green onions, sweet corn, and crisp negi. All topped with a pink-and-white fish cake swirl and a soft-boiled egg with a runny yolk.
But that wasn't the only goodie on her plate for the night.
Luckily for Hinata, her friends were there, spoiling her with a feast of all her favorite comfort foods.
They knew her well, piling the plates high with everything she could ever want.
To her absolute delight, she wasn't just treated to one bowl of ramen—she had an all-you-can-eat feast of steaming bowls in every flavor she could dream of. Shoyu, tonkotsu, miso—each one served with its own rich, savory broth and perfectly tender noodles. Alongside them sat plates of stir-fried udon, loaded with a rainbow of vegetables, all drenched in soy sauce.
Even with the mountain of food in front of her, none of the plates stood a chance against Hinata, the Queen of Gluttony.
She devoured the dishes with such speed, it was as if she were simply inhaling them, leaving no trace behind.
Her friends all watched in awe, a few of them even laughing at her insatiable appetite.
"Slow down, Hinata! I swear, how someone as tiny as you can eat so much will always baffle me." Sakura teased, clearly amused by the sight.
"Girl, you're like a vacuum," Ino said, shaking her head in disbelief. TenTen was too busy laughing to respond, completely losing it thanks to Ino's comment.
"Sawry!" Hinata mumbled through a mouthful of food, her cheeks puffed out, flushing a deep shade of red as she polished off yet another bowl, clearly not ready to stop anytime soon.
"Oh, hush, you three!" Temari said with a playful glare, "It's our sweet cinnamon roll's birthday—she can eat as much as she wants."
And that was all Hinata needed to hear to dive right back in, without a second thought.
Once they—well, mostly Hinata—finished the first round of food, their waitress came back with another round, getting rid of the empty bowls and instead leaving behind another overflowing spread.
Small bowls of onigiri made their way around the table, each one neatly wrapped in seaweed, filled with tangy umeboshi or savory kombu. Alongside them, gyoza dumplings and kushiyaki skewers added to the variety. Beside them also sat steaming zensai bowls, sweet red bean soup topped with gooey, toasted mochi—her comfort dish.
And then there was the star of the night: a big platter of wagyu tataki, thin, lightly seared beef slices drizzled with ponzu sauce, fresh grated daikon, and just the right touch of wasabi for a little kick.
The hella expensive stuff.
Each and every tender piece practically melted in Hinata's mouth, the rich, velvety flavor leaving her in pure bliss with every bite.
And then, dessert arrived—Hinata's favorite part of the evening.
A tray was set down in front of them, piled high with cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. The warm, soft dough was perfectly golden, and each roll was generously smothered in thick, gooey white icing that dripped down the sides.
An irresistible sight indeed. Her absolute favorite.
Hinata couldn't resist going back for seconds... and then thirds. But her friends quickly stopped her, reminding her to save room for the grand finale—her birthday cake.
A few moments later, their waiter arrived, setting down exactly that.
At the center of the table now sat a gorgeous cake, layered with matcha and yuzu, with her name beautifully written on top, and sparklers lighting up like fireworks.
Her friends didn't hold back, singing the "Happy Birthday!" song at full volume, no pauses, no breaths. Their excitement was so contagious, so loud, it filled the whole restaurant and even caught the attention of a few nearby customers who joined in with smiles, claps, and cheers.
It was fun, it was delicious, and it was everything a birthday dinner should be.
It was perfect.
A perfect evening.
The kind Hinata had always dreamed of: surrounded by her closest friends, indulging in her favorite dishes at her go-to restaurant, where she could relax, enjoy dinner, and fully embrace her big back behavior in peace—free from any and all judgment, just the way she liked it.
Everything felt calm, normal.
Well, mostly normal.
Because, of course, Hinata noticed it—the little things.
For the past hour, her friends had been acting...off.
Giddy.
She couldn't help but notice.
They couldn't seem to stop giggling, little bursts of laughter that kept slipping out every few seconds. The way they exchanged glances without quite meeting her eyes—those sneaky looks that clearly said:
"We're up to something, but we're not telling you!"
Hinata had a gut feeling that something was going on, but she couldn't quite figure out what. She probably should've suspected something when Temari casually ordered champagne for the table, even though it was still early in the evening.
But she'd brushed it off.
It was her birthday, after all.
What's a birthday without a little champagne?
Still, their strange behavior kept nagging at the back of Hinata's mind. The way Ino kept nudging Temari with that mischievous grin on her face. The way TenTen and Sakura kept sharing just a few too many inside jokes about men that Hinata couldn't quite get.
It was clear they were keeping something from her, probably having planned something utterly ridiculous, she can only guess.
Of course, this wasn't the first time they'd pulled something like this on her. Last year, for her birthday, things played out in a way that felt strangely similar to now. They all had a big dinner together, much like tonight, but in reality, the dinner was just a decoy.
It wasn't the main event of her birthday celebration.
Her friends had something else up their sleeves—a surprise. They'd managed to get her just tipsy enough to convince her to go to an underground karaoke bar. A hidden spot that Ino was very familiar with, thanks to her close ties with the owner.
Before she knew it, Hinata found herself in a booth, surrounded by the chaos and laughter of her friends.
Pure and utter madness.
All night long, they sang their hearts out with zero care of how off-key they sounded, laughing and drinking as if there were no tomorrow. Hinata remembered she had gotten so hammered she passed out before they even finished the first round of songs. She had no idea how they'd managed to drag her into that mess, and part of her was still convinced they'd used some kind of Jedi mind trick on her.
And this year? Who knows.
Her friends had a... let's just say, unique way of celebrating her birthday, and Hinata was starting to feel the pressure of that "special" promise hanging over her. The kind of special that always left her unable to remember where she was the next morning—just left with the hazy aftereffects of a massive hangover.
And that? That worried her.
Hinata's suspicions were confirmed as soon as the meal wrapped up. Once the plates were cleared, and the check arrived, Temari leaned in with a playful smirk, her teal eyes gleaming rather mischievously.
"Alright, ladies. Time for phase two."
"Ph-Phase two?" Hinata blinked, confused, and slightly scared too.
"Yes! Finallyyy!!!" Ino exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air and singing out dramatically, her voice carrying throughout the entire restaurant. Sakura nudged her in response, drawing a few amused glances from nearby tables.
Ino groaned, glaring at her but Sakura simply turned her attention back to the birthday girl.
"Yup!" The pink-haired woman grinned, already springing to her feet from her seat. Her pink sparkly dress shimmered with every movement, bouncing as she hopped in place. She moved over and yanked Hinata out of her seat with surprising strength, causing the poor woman to yelp, her chopsticks flying kami-knows-where.
"You didn't think we were just stopping at dinner, did you?" Temari teased with a playful shake of her head as she covered the meal, pulling her share out of her purse. TenTen also chipped in, and the two of them worked together to divide the rather...hefty bill, settling it smoothly.
Temari also placed a few yen coins on the table as a tip for their waitress, her grin widening at the sight of Hinata's still-baffled expression.
The midnight blue-haired woman shrugged.
"Come on, you know that's so not like us!" TenTen laughed, pushing herself out of her chair and grabbing her purse. Ino followed right behind, practically leaping out of her seat, causing the chair to wobble.
"Oh no," Hinata murmured nervously, glancing from one excited face to the next, "What do you girls have planned this time?" She grimaced, "Should I be worried?"
She gasped as Sakura and TenTen each grabbed one of her arms.
"Relax, girl. You're going to love what we've got planned," Sakura teased, grinning.
"Or if you don't, a little alcohol will fix that right up!" TenTen chuckled mischievously, and with Sakura's help, the two women hauled the birthday girl away from the table.
"Wait, wait, I wasn't finished!" Hinata exclaimed, trying to resist as she grabbed two more cinnamon rolls for the road, stuffing one in her mouth before they could drag her any further.
In what felt like the blink of an eye, she was whisked out of the restaurant and into a sleek black limo parked on the curb. She barely caught a glimpse of it before a blindfold slipped over her eyes, plunging her into complete and utter darkness.
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"U-Um, where are we going? I'm starting to get a little freaked out now..." Hinata whimpered behind her blindfold, her voice shaking slightly as she sat in the back of the limo. All around her, she could hear the distant laughter and chatter of her friends, but they felt far away, like echoes in the dark.
The limo ride was bumpy, and not being able to see made it all the worse. Her body sat rigid, wedged between two warm bodies, every bump in the road sending her bouncing just a little too much, working her nerves further. It didn't help that she had no idea where they were headed or what to expect.
A dozen questions buzzed through her mind, but whenever she tried to voice rhem, she only received vague, teasing replies, "Almost there!" or "Hold your horses, we're close!"—nothing that could give her any real comfort. And, of course, there were plenty of reassurances that whatever they were going, she was going to love it.
Love what? She had no idea.
After a few more excruciating moments of anticipation, of waiting, the limo finally rolled to a stop.
Then, Temari's voice cut through the thumping bass blasting from outside, the sound creeping in through the limo's windows.
"Alright, birthday girl. This is it."
Hinata's heart skipped a beat.
"We're here."
Hinata felt her pulse quicken as Temari grabbed her hand and helped her out of the limo. The instant she stepped outside, the cool December breeze hit her dead on, making her shiver slightly.
The chill was sharp against her skin, especially since she was wearing a sleek, silver bodycon dress that reached just above her knees. Her dress clung to her figure in all the right places, with a daring V-neckline that offered just the right hint of cleavage to turn heads and draw attention.
She was feeling bold, after all.
But now, the cool breeze quickly made her second-guess her choice, especially with the thin straps that left her shoulders bare. Her feet were snug in a pair of metallic strappy heels, every click of her footwear echoing on the pavement as she walked carefully, making sure not to stumble.
Her midnight blue hair was down, framing her face in soft waves. It looked pretty, or so she hoped. She had spent so much time carefully styling her hair, hoping her waves would hold up amid the chaos she was sure this night would bring.
But now, with the blindfold on...
Hinata's hand tightened instinctively in Temari's as she was pulled forward, her nervous excitement building.
"C-Can I take the blindfold off now?" Hinata asked, her voice shaky with nerves.
"Not yet!" Sakura giggled, her voice emerging from her right, "Just a few more steps."
With each step, Hinata could hear the music grow louder, no longer just a random background hum. Now, it was blaring, a booming crunk beat, vibrating through the ground beneath her feet. Hinata could even see the faint flashes of colored lights against the purple fabric of her blindfold, growing brighter with each passing second.
She heard a murmur of voices she didn't recognize, then felt Temari stop. Hinata followed suit, her heart steadily thumping louder and louder. She caught snippets of conversation, a man's voice followed by the soft clink of a velvet rope being unlatched.
Their movement resumed, but only a few steps before they stopped again, this time with Ino's voice cutting through the noise.
"Alright, here we are!" The blonde-haired woman announced, her voice brimming with excitement. Before Hinata could even brace herself, Ino whisked the blindfold away with a dramatic flourish.
"Surprise!" Her friends shouted in perfect unison.
Hinata's lavender eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly as she tried to clear the blur. She was utterly disoriented for a moment, her mind grappling to catch up. It wasn't until her vision sharpened and the scene before her came into focus that it hit her.
Every single part of her froze.
Her jaw fell slack.
No. Freaking. Way.
They had brought her to a nightclub.
A full-blown, bass-thumping, neon-lit nightclub.
The lighting was low and seductive, casting everything in hues of gold and crimson. A massive stage dominated the center of the room, complete with gleaming poles and velvet curtains framing it.
Around the stage, plush booths were packed with people laughing, chatting, and sipping drinks as they watched the dancers move and groove around. The air smelled faintly of perfume and something smoky, and the music was a deep, pulsing beat that seemed to vibrate through her chest.
Above the stage, a golden sign glowed: MenXclusive
"Happy Birthday, biotch!" Ino cheered, her voice carrying over the noise.
"Welcome to the hottest spot in Tokyo—MenXclusive!" Temari said with a sly grin, her hips swaying confidently in a sleek, off-the-shoulder dark blue dress. Her blonde hair was styled in her signature four ponytails, adding her trademark flair to the look.
Hinata felt her cheeks heat up as she just stared at the dancers.
There was something about them...
She gawked, wide-eyed, at the array of handsome men performing.
"W-Wait, this is...?"
"A nightclub with only male strippers?" Ino grinned, leaning in close with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "Yup. And from what I hear, the dancers here are very hands-on, if you know what I mean." She nudged Hinata playfully, her laughter bursting out as she watched her friend turn an even deeper shade of red.
"W-What?!" Hinata squeaked, her hands flying up to cover her face.
"Don't be shy!" TenTen said with a playful pout, tossing her arm around Hinata's shoulders.
With a cheeky smile, she brushed her hair back from her face, revealing it was surprisingly straightened rather than styled in her usual buns. Her slender frame was also perfectly complemented by a sleek black mini dress. Absolutely stunning.
She gave Hinata a wink, "It's your birthday! It's time to let loose."
"Time to embrace being a woman, ya know, get some dick!" Sakura chimed in with a mischievous giggle.
Hinata groaned, shaking her head, "I'm not a virgin, Sakura-chan."
Sakura waved her off, clearly unfazed. "Girl, you get what I mean! It's time to have fun, and stop acting like an old grandma for once!"
Hinata tried to regain her composure, but the embarrassment she felt was just too much.
"I appreciate the thoughtful gift, but I think I can only enjoy it if..." She scanned the club for the bar, eager for a distraction, "I have a drink." She let out a relieved groan when she spotted it, "Maybe several."
The girls burst into laughter at the sound of that, cheering and whooping in excitement.
"Now that's the spirit!" Temari cheered, already tugging Hinata toward the bar.
"I'll drink to that!" Ino chimed in eagerly, jumping about in her purple slitted dress. Her ridiculously tall heels clicked loudly against the floor as she strutted forward, clearly ready to party.
Hinata just shook her head, letting herself be dragged along for the ride.
All together, they made their way to the bar, weaving through the crowd. Tucked into the far corner of the club, the bar had just enough presence to stand out without completely stealing the spotlight.
The sleek design of the bar, with its blend of shiny metal and retro wood accents, gleamed under the neon lights, casting a vibrant glow over rows of neatly stacked bottles on the backlit shelves.
Reaching it, though, wasn't exactly easy.
The dance floor was jam-packed, a sea of bodies moving to the deep bass vibrating through the entire space. Hinata and the girls had to squeeze past tipsy dancers, skirt past swaying hips, dodging the occasional arm flail or hair whip, with Ino trying her best not to lose her temper and just push her way through.
But as Hinata allowed herself to be tugged along by her friends, something about the crowd struck her as... different.
Almost everyone here was a woman.
They were everywhere—clusters of them laughing, dancing, and talking like the night was theirs to own. Sure, a handful of men dotted the room, but they were few and far between. This was definitely a space that catered to women, and they were living it up, unapologetically indulging in every second.
For Hinata, though, it only made her feel more awkward. Self-conscious.
Her face burned red as she glanced around, feeling completely out of place. Seriously, of all the places her friends could've chosen for her birthday, they had to pick a men-only strip club?
Why, just why?
After a few stumbles and dodges, the girls finally made it to the bar, and of course, it was packed as well. But surprisingly, the bartender noticed them right away. The man was tall—like, really tall—and definitely handsome, with cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. His black hair was styled in a perfect quiff, making him look even hotter.
He didn't exactly look like your typical bartender. Instead of the usual uniform, he wore a fitted black vest with no shirt underneath, leaving his sculpted chest and abs fully exposed. A bold, sparkling tie hung loosely around his neck, and fingerless gloves added a touch of ruggedness to his appearance.
He looked less like a bartender and more like a performer in disguise, ready for his cue to step out from behind the bar and onto the stage at any moment now.
The way he moved—overemphasizing every shake, stir, and pour—transformed the simple act of bartending into a seductive little performance, perfectly tailored to tease and indulge every woman's risqué fantasies.
A slow, purposeful flex of his biceps as he shook the cocktail shaker, the sharp snap of his wrist as he poured the liquid in an arching stream, and the subtle sway of his hips as he leaned into the motion.
It was all calculated.
Hinata knew it, but even so, it was impossible to be caught up in his spell.
She couldn't stop blushing.
He leaned closer, flashing the girls a confident smirk as they approached, "Eager tonight, huh, ladies?" His voice was smooth, flowing easily as his muscular arm flexed while he wiped the counter with a white towel.
"What can I whip up for you first?"
Before Hinata could get a word in, Temari had already taken charge, loudly ordering a round of shots—tequila, of course.
The infamous "Uh-oh" drink.
The bartender barely blinked before pouring five shots in record time. Without hesitation, five hands reached out, snatching up the glasses. The girls clinked them together in a spirited toast, voices merging into a cheerful shout:
"Happy birthday, Hinataaaa!"
Naturally, as the birthday girl, Hinata was the one who had to take the first sip.
She exhaled sharply, then tossed the shot back. The burn hit her throat, but the warmth that followed had her grinning. Another shot slid her way, and without a second thought, she knocked it back too, tilting her head to let the alcohol work its magic.
By the third shot, Hinata was starting to feel it—the warmth spreading through her body, her nerves starting to loosen, and the last remnants of her embarrassment melting away.
She was starting to feel... lighter.
"Alright, Hina," Sakura said, slinging an arm around her shoulders, "Now that you've had a few shots, let's see what this place is really about, hm?"
She nudged Hinata and motioned toward the stage, clearly encouraging her to look. Hinata glanced over, and her lavender eyes immediately locked on a shirtless man with black hair, a chiseled chest, and a devilish grin.
He stepped into the spotlight with confidence, his broad shoulders and chiseled chest gleaming with sweat under the club lights.
His muscular arms flexed as he gripped one of the poles, effortlessly swinging his body around it, syncing with the deep, pulsing beat of the provocative music blasting through the club.
The crowd of women erupted in turn, a wave of screams and cheers echoing through the air as he commanded every ounce of their attention.
Hinata's cheeks flushed, and her body reacted with a nervous flutter, but she couldn't ignore the way her pussy...
...tingled.
She bit her lip.
This was going to be a long night.
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Hinata was definitely drunk.
There was no way around it after all those shots she'd knocked back.
The world around her seemed to blur a little at the edges, and she could feel a warm buzz spreading through her system. Everything around her felt heightened like the lights were a little brighter, the music a little louder, and the world a little wobbly beneath her feet. The shots were definitely doing their job, and she was pretty sure she had crossed the line into full-blown tipsiness.
And then there was...him.
The sexy blonde stripper on the stage.
Hinata thought she was just imagining things.
She tried to convince herself it was just a coincidence—maybe she was sitting too close to the stage, practically right up in his face, which was why he kept looking at her.
But no, that wasn't it.
That wasn't it at all.
Hinata could feel his gaze burning into her, those ocean blue eyes of his practically glistening under the lights. He was unmistakably giving her those fuck me eyes, and it was impossible to ignore. Every fleeting glance, every stolen look, was a tease—like he was undressing her with just his gaze.
It was maddening, and thrilling all at once, slowly driving her absolutely insane.
The previous performance came to an end, leaving the crowd of extra horny women buzzing with anticipation, hungry for more. Their wishes were granted when another crew of male dancers waltzed onto the stage soon afterward, ready to deliver exactly what they so desperately craved.
At the forefront was him—the irresistibly sexy blonde—clearly the leader of this new group. Positioned confidently at the front, he emerged from behind the curtains with a smooth pep in his step that immediately commanded every eye in the room.
The sound of his boots echoed through the entire club—thud, thud—as they hit the slick, sweaty stage floor, every step dripping with pure dominance.
The other men spread out behind him in a V shape, with him at the tip of the stage. He wore nothing but a black muscle shirt and jeans so tight they might as well have been spray painted on, showing off every muscle, every line of definition, and of course, that thick bulge between his legs.
Now that, was hard to miss.
Hinata couldn't stop herself from fangirling.
He was everything she had ever wanted—and then some. He ticked off so many boxes on her fantasy list that she could hardly trust her own eyes. She even gave herself a quick pinch, just to make sure she wasn't caught up in some vivid daydream or, worse, too tipsy to see straight.
Honestly, he was the exact kind of guy she would spend her evenings dreaming about—curled up on her couch with a cup of tea, flipping through those outrageously spicy magazines she absolutely did not have hidden in her underwear drawer, tucked safely under her finest lace lingerie.
Of course, she'd never admit to that.
And certain not to the fact that, on certain lonely nights, those magazines became her life-line, something to hold onto as her mind drifted to fantasies about her perfect man.
And now...
He was here.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively as she tried to keep her cool, but her mind was running wild.
Was he even real?
He just had it all. Every detail was just right, as if the universe had heard her most secret fantasies and made them flesh and bone.
Sun-kissed skin? Mmhm. He looked like he'd spent way too much time on the beach, slathered in tanning oil.
Charismatic smile? Oh, absolutely. A smile that could leave anyone speechless—and soaking wet too.
Hot bod? Oh, kami. That body was like it was chiseled from pure marble and don't even get her started on those jeans—they were practically a blueprint for every muscle in his lower body.
And, of course, that nine-incher!
"Eeek!" Hinata couldn't help but squeal, her hands flailing in the air like a madwoman.
Yes, this guy was the total package.
Her jaw nearly hit the floor as she watched him, her lavender eyes locked onto his every move.
With a cocky, playful smirk plastered across his face, he slowly ran his large, veiny hands down the front of his skin-tight shirt, and the other male dancers behind him mirrored his actions.
The crowd went wild—screams erupting like a tidal wave, each one louder than the last, as the crowd of women lost all composure, flailing and squealing in stupid, awestruck ecstasy.
But the blonde stripper's eyes never left hers as he continued to stroke himself with languid slowness, fingers tracing the ridges and contours of rock-hard abs that seemed to ripple like living steel under his touch.
Without hesitation, he tightened his grip on his shirt and, with a quick, dramatic yank, tore it clean off. The sound of fabric ripping echoed through the entire murky space as he pulled his shredded shirt off like a coat, his bulging biceps flexing in the process.
And there it was, right there, practically staring Hinata in the face.
Golden, sculpted pecs.
Tight, perfectly pink nipples.
And abs—wait, was that four? Six? No, eight!!
Eight bulging abs!
The crowd ate that right on up, screams echoing so loud they probably shook the walls. And Hinata? Oh, she was right there with them, unable to stop herself from joining the madness.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!!!" Hinata squealed, her hands flying up to cover her burning cheeks. She swayed nervously, practically buzzing with secondhand embarrassment as her friends bounced around her, jostling her in their booth.
"That's right! Rip that shirt off!" Temari hollered, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"These men did not come to play around!" Sakura screeched, throwing in her own wild cheers. TenTen was right there to join in, fists pumping in the air.
"Yeah! Take it all off!" Ino bellowed at full volume, "The shirt, pants—we want you naked, dammit!" Her dramatic declaration earned a sharp elbow from Sakura, who hissed over the blaring music.
"Ino, can it already!"
The spiky-haired blonde stripper flashed a devilish grin from the stage, launching what was left of his shirt out into the crowd. Hands shot up like rockets, desperate to grab it. Within moments, the shredded fabric was gone, disappearing into the sea of squealing fans.
Not to be outdone, the other men followed suit, tearing off their own shirts and flinging them into the air. The ripped clothing floated through the club like confetti, landing in the eager hands of women who scrambled over each other for a piece.
"Ino, seriously?!" Sakura shouted as her blonde friend slipped out of their booth and dove headfirst into the fray, shouting back, "You're not the boss of me, forehead!" before snagging a strip of fabric.
Hinata could only hide her face in her hands, cheeks blazing tomato red as Ino waved her "trophy" around in victory. The embarrassment was almost unbearable for the midnight-blue-haired woman, who groaned softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of her own discomfort.
She peeked hesitantly between her fingers despite herself. Curiosity was a dangerous thing, and in this case, it was her undoing.
Because what met her gaze nearly knocked her flat out.
The blonde beefcake, now gloriously shirtless, was standing right there by their booth—so close, it felt like she could reach out and touch him. His hands slid behind his head, fingers interlocking there as his biceps flexed, showing off every sinew, every muscle rippling under the focused glow of the spotlight.
His smirk? Devastating.
His presence? Downright sinful.
Then, as if to crank the heat up to unbearable levels, the lights dimmed to a sultry glow, and the music shifted, replacing the thumping beat with a slow, tantalizing rhythm that seeped into the air like liquid heat.
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh yeah
Bring it over to my place
The rhythm of the song matched the sway of the men's body, back and forth, like the gentle pull of ocean waves, drawing the audience deeper into the moment, deeper into them.
And you be like
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
It wasn't just a show anymore—it was a spell, and everyone, Hinata included, was hopelessly caught in it.
With a body that big and bulky, one would think he'd be stiff or clumsy, but damn, he sure proved Hinata wrong. The sexy blonde stripper's movements were effortlessly rhythmic, like the ebb and flow of ocean waves, and his hips—oh, they were the spark that set everything ablaze.
The gasoline to the fire.
He ground them in sync with the erotic beats, and the men around him followed suit, their movements perfectly in time. They circled him like hungry wolves, moving in perfect sync with everything he did.
Everything.
Every gyration, every spin, and every rock and sway on the floor, were all accompanied by sexy smirks that stole the breath of every woman in the crowd.
Every move, every single one was executed with professional seduction. Those men knew exactly what they were doing—how to move, how to captivate. They were giving the women exactly what they came for, making sure every moment was worth their money.
It was all so intense.
You don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight, speaks to me
Hinata was so lost in the moment that the deafening screams, giggles, and horny comments from her friends barely registered as she fell into the spell of the men on stage—especially the blonde one.
He was just so hot.
She felt her mind wandering to very...naughty places.
Every time he touched his body, she couldn't help but imagine it was her own body he was touching. Every time he dropped to the ground in that slow-mo dip and thrust his hips, she found herself wishing she was right there underneath him. And as he danced, all she could think about was how badly she wanted him to come over and just plank on her.
Kami, she thought she'd never wanted to be the floor so badly in her life.
She was getting wet. Super wet.
"Ooh!" Ino screamed, bumping her hips with Hinata's in time with the music. The midnight blue-haired woman snapped out of her daze, noticing the wad of yen money clutched tightly in her friend's hand.
"Looks like you've caught one of those hotties' attention," Ino teased, shoving a few bills into Hinata's hand and practically forcing her to close her fingers around them.
"Go on, don't be shy, get personal!" She shouted, nodding toward the blonde hottie on stage.
"Let those bills fly, honey!" She added before tossing a good chunk of her own money onto the stage.
Hinata watched, cheeks flushed, as the bills flew through the air, landing with a soft smack against one of the men's glistening, sweat-stained chests. They slid down, tumbling to the floor in a messy pile right under his feet.
Hinata's pulse sped up when the brown-haired stripper shifted his gaze towards Ino, and offered her a little thank-you gift in return. With a smooth glide, he ran one large hand down his gyrating body, gripping the mighty bulge in his jeans and giving it a playful squeeze.
Hinata nearly lost her hearing from how loud Ino's scream was.
"Your turn!" Ino hollered, practically bouncing in her seat, her voice slicing through the loud music. She waved her hand dramatically at the spiky-haired blonde stripper, who was currently teasing a group of women further down the stage.
Hinata's heart skipped a beat, no, several, when she saw the man's blue eyes snap toward their table, locking onto them after noticing Ino's excited wave. Her cheeks flamed redder than ever, and she felt like she could barely breathe, especially when he winked in their direction.
"Go on, throw yours too!" Ino urged, nodding toward the yen she'd handed over earlier, leaning in closer with a sly grin, "Trust me, you'll be rewarded for it!" She sang playfully, nudging her body against hers once again, making everything feel even more intense.
"Uh... I-I don't know..." Hinata mumbled, her palms starting to sweat as her nerves kicked in. She glanced at the blonde, then back at Ino, who was practically shaking with excitement.
She just grinned wider.
"Come on, Hinata! It's all part of the fun!" She nodded her head toward the stage, "Don't overthink it!"
Taking a deep breath, Hinata nodded shakily, her heart pounding in her chest like it might burst. She slowly pushed herself up from the booth, her legs feeling a little wobbly as she slid out, her hand reaching toward the stage.
She was right in front of the prime booth they'd managed to snag, the best seat in the house. Her ears rang with the excited cheers from her friends, all chanting "Go Hinata, go Hinata!" like they were at a sports rally, hyping her up.
But their energy was almost too much. Her nerves were getting the best of her, and instead of tossing the cash like Ino had done, she awkwardly held it out in front of her, as if she were feeding a wild deer from behind a fence.
To her surprise, the blonde stripper actually noticed her shy offering.
And, without wasting a single second, he went for it.
One moment, he was standing tall, and the next, he was on the floor—crawling toward her like some kind of prowling animal.
Hinata froze, lavender eyes shooting wide.
He crawled closer and closer, and with every inch, her face grew hotter and hotter.
His powerful back rippled with every move he made, the muscles flexing as he pushed forward. His legs were spread wide apart, the fabric of his skin-tight pants straining to contain the unmistakable bulge that lay hidden beneath.
With each shift and sway, that beef mushroom monster followed suit—blessing the floor with every gentle caress it gave it, making the fabric of his pants bunch and crease in a teasing display of just how big his you-know-what was.
'Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh. My. Gosh!!" Hinata was freaking out in her head, the full round lavender of her irises exposed as she watched him crawl over to her, licking his lips at her leisurely slow.
And before she knew it, he was right in front of her.
His spiky blonde hair fell just over his eyes, brushing back and forth. Beneath the messy bangs, those intense blue eyes of his locked onto her, and only her, making her feel like she was the only person, no woman, in the room.
It sent her heart racing, faster than it had ever raced before.
He was so close now that Hinata could see every detail of him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the air thick with the scent of his cologne mixed with the salty tang of the sweat dripping down his chest.
It all combined in a way that set her senses on fire.
His ears were pierced multiple times, black studs and hoops lining the edges, catching the club's light with with every tilt of his head. Even the whisker-like birthmarks on his face caught her eye, making him seem more captivating, more real in a way that made her pulse quicken to dangerous speeds.
She began to feel...dizzy.
'Don't faint. Don't faint. Please don't faint,' She begged herself silently, but he was making it awfully hard not to, especially with what he did next.
Without warning, he leaned in, extending his neck, and in one smooth move, took the money right from her hand—using just his mouth. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, his head so close it almost felt like he was about to kiss her.
Her eyes went wide again, a startled squeal escaping her.
He took the bills from his mouth with one hand, giving a sly grin before sliding them into the waistband of his jeans, his lip caught between his teeth.
Her soul practically melted.
"O-Oh kami." She whispered breathlessly, her eyes never leaving him. He moved with a cocky confidence, fully aware of the effect he was having on her.
And just like Ino had promised, she was rewarded in return.
Naruto put on a private show for her. His hips undulated in slow, seductive gyrations against the stage floor right in front of her. The lewd display sent her and her friends into a frenzy of squeals and gasps, their eyes glued to the bulge straining against his pants.
"Oh my fucking kami!" Sakura shrieked, her face flushed a deep crimson. She lunged forward to grab Hinata's arm, shaking her friend wildly.
"Look at that! You got him all worked up Hinata!"
"N-No I didn't!" Hinata protested, frantically shaking her head in denial as she watched the man in front of them hump the stage like a beast in heat.
TenTen giggled loudly, the chirpy sounds echoing through the entire club, "Oh, yes you did! Look at him, he's down bad for ya, missy!" She added, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she danced about, enjoying every second of Hinata's discomfort.
"I mean, it's pretty obvious. He's giving you all the attention, girl." Ino chimed in with a knowing smirk, nudging Hinata's side.
Temari clicked her tongue and grinned, reaching for a few yen bills from her purse, "You know what?" She said with a sultry moan, "He deserves a lot more of this," She added, causing the other three girls to burst into cheers.
"I'm definitely getting my money's worth tonight."
To Hinata's utter embarrassment, her friends began to throw even more cash at him, the wads of yen smacking against his sculpted muscles, and sliding down his body—some even flying in the air and landing in his spiky blonde hair.
But the blonde hunk didn't break his rhythm, keeping the grind going with the beat of the music. Then, just as Hinata thought he couldn't surprise her anymore, he leaned in closer, reaching out.
Slowly, deliberately, his thumb lightly grazed her lips, the touch sending a jolt of electricity rushing through her, making her legs fall numb.
That intimate gesture not only backed up what Ino had said earlier about the male strippers being a bit touchy, but it also stirred something deep inside her—a jarring reminder of just how long it had been since she'd been touched like that by a man.
The blonde leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against her ear, and when he spoke, his voice was so low and deliciously husky.
It made everything else fade away.
"Thanks for the generosity, beautiful," He whispered, the words igniting a fire in her that left her craving for more. He brushed his thumb down to her chin.
"You know just how to spoil a man."
And as quickly as he had come, he was gone, leaving her breathless and her panties soaked with desire. With a playful wink at her and her friends, he rolled back, his body rippling rather fluidly as he shot back up to his feet.
Hinata couldn't take it.
Her mind was completely clouded, and before she even knew what was happening, her body just...gave out.
She collapsed backward, lost in a love daze, and her friends quickly scrambled to catch her. Their voices rushed over her, a mix of excitement and concern, as they pulled her back into the booth. But to Hinata, it all felt distant, like a muffled blur of sound she couldn't quite tune into.
She couldn't hear a thing.
All she could think about was him—the mysterious blonde stripper.
The very man who had just turned her world upside down.
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Fuck it, let's go (let's go)
Take it (take it) real slow
Take it (take it) real slow
The slowed remix track poured through the club's speakers, wrapping the room in a sultry haze as the energy in the club began to shift. The earlier buzz from the show had mellowed, giving way to softer beats that synced perfectly with the low murmur of conversations. The crowd was slowly starting to thin out, a few women leaving to mingle with the dancers, while others like Hinata and her friends settled at their booth, ready to relax and unwind.
A barely dressed waiter slid before them, holding a tray filled with vibrant cocktails that sparkled in the soft light.
"Here are your drinks, ladies," He said with a flirty smile, carefully placing each glass in front of the excited group. The women immediately lit up at the sight of the drinks, gasping and gushing in awe. The cocktails looked more like little masterpieces than beverages—far too gorgeous to even consider drinking.
Temari ordered the Ocean Breeze, a sparkling teal cocktail served in a sleek martini glass. Its surface was kissed by tiny bubbles, topped with a perfectly twisted lime peel that added a zesty aroma, and a fruit skewer of blueberries and a fresh kiwi perched delicately along the rim.
Sakura decided to go with the Pink Blossom, a rich pink drink poured into a curvy coupe glass. It was crowned with a spiral of lemon zest that curled elegantly at the rim, complemented by a glossy maraschino cherry sitting like a jewel on top.
TenTen had the Golden Mirage, a golden-yellow cocktail that glowed warmly in a sleek chalice glass, its color gleaming like a little ray of sunshine she could cradle in her hands. A fresh skewer of olives and a slice of orange rested elegantly on the rim.
And then there was the birthday girl's drink. Midnight sky.
Hinata's drink was truly the star of the table, a deep purple concoction with subtle shimmering blue undertones that gave it an almost magical glow. It came in a tall and slender hurricane glass, with a delicate purple paper umbrella perched at the rim.
The glasses clinked softly as the waiter set them down, and they each grabbed the drink they'd ordered eagerly, knowing they needed something strong to calm their nerves after the chaos of the show.
Temari immediately raised her glass with a sly grin, "Now this is what we needed, ladies." She said, and with that, they all took their first sip. Instantly, the flavors burst to life on their tongues, igniting a cascade of blissful reactions that lit up the entire booth.
Hinata sighed with relief, feeling the tangy sweetness of her drink cool her nerves.
"Mmm, this is so good," She murmured with a content smile, happyshe had gone with this drink out of the ridiculously long list of cocktails that were available.
Sakura let out a hum in delight beside her.
TenTen swayed to the low beat of the music after her sip, tossing one arm up in the air with a playful grin, "Mmm, yes. This really hits the spot after that show," The brown-haired woman confessed, and the other girls all nodded in agreement. The drinks were, indeed, a much-needed relief, offering a brief but welcome pause to catch their breaths.
But as Hinata sipped, her mind kept wandering back to Ino, who was nowhere to be seen.
She frowned, her brows furrowing with concern, "Hey, where did Ino go?" She asked, looking between her friends.
Temari shrugged, casually twirling the fruit skewer in her drink as she thought it over, "Not sure. She just left a little while ago and wouldn't say where she was going."
"Knowing Ino, she's probably off getting her hands on one of those hot strippers," Sakura said with a grin, "She can't seem to resist the chance to get some dick whenever it's offered."
It was a pretty blunt comment, but honestly, it was spot on, especially considering their friend's notorious lack of restraint when it came to men. Ino's reputation for being a bit of a cock-hungry vixen was well-known among their circle, and Sakura's comment only served to reinforce that image.
But this time, Hinata wasn't so sure that was the case.
If Ino were really heading off with a guy for some fun, her friends would be the first to know. But this time, she just slipped away without saying anything.
So yeah, Hinata wasn't fully convinced.
Her eyes darted around the room as her mind buzzed, trying to distract herself from the worry creeping up on her. Meanwhile, her friends kept on sipping away at their cocktails, each letting out a contented sigh of bliss after every sip.
But Hinata couldn't stop worrying.
And then, just as she was about to ask again, she saw her. Ino.
Hinata spotted her from across the club, practically bouncing with excitement as she rushed toward their booth, an excited gleam in her eye.
And surprisingly, she she wasn't alone.
The midnight blue-haired woman's heart skipped a beat.
There he was.
The very same blonde stripper from earlier—the one who had turned her world upside down—was with her. His spiky blonde hair was as wild as ever, and his muscular build still as hot as it was before, his bare chest glistening with sweat. He had that same confident smirk on his whiskered face, the one that effortlessly made her pulse race the first time her eyes were blessed with it.
And now, her heart was doing the same thing all over again. Racing like crazy.
"Hinataaaa! Look who I managed to snag from backstage!" Ino squealed, dragging the sexy blonde hunk over to their booth by the arm.
Hinata's face flushed a deep red, matching the very color of the leather booth she was sitting in. She covered her mouth in disbelief, unable to stop herself from gasping.
"Oh my kami!" She exclaimed, the words rushing out in shock.
Sakura's jaw dropped, eyes widening in disbelief, "Oh no, you didn't..."
Ino shrugged casually, tossing her blonde ponytail over her shoulder, "Oh, yes I did!"
Temari chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she took another sip of her cocktail, "Ino, you're something else," She teased, giving a playful glance toward the man finally stepping before their booth.
Hinata's head lifted, unable to look away from him, still in disbelief.
Ino had somehow pulled off the impossible—she'd managed to get the very man who had just set the stage on fire, pulled him from backstage, right out of the crowd of women Hinata knew were probably all dying to get a piece of him, and brought him here. For her. Specifically for her.
This can't be real.
But all the doubts swirling in her head instantly vanished the moment the blonde stripper's eyes met hers. A smirk curled across his whiskered face, clearly enjoying the surprise he'd caused.
Turning to him with a grin, Ino introduced him, "Hinata, meet Naruto. Your special guy."
Hinata blinked rapidly.
That was his name? Naruto? Like the fishcake in ramen?!?
Her heart skipped another beat. His name was even more perfect than anything she could have ever imagined.
"Hello, Hinata-san," Naruto hummed her name, his voice smooth as he leaned forward, taking her hand in his. Before she could react, he lowered himself to press a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
Hinata squealed, her face hot.
He nodded toward Ino, "This beautiful young lady, she tells me today is your birthday, hm?" He said, his eyes twinkling with playful mischief.
"Y-Yes," Hinata stammered, barely able to get the words out, "It's m-my birthday, yes."
Naruto nodded, flashing a smile before turning back to Ino, "You said it was okay to steal her away for a bit, right?"
Hinata gasped, caught off guard. "Wh-What—?"
"Oh, yeah, totally," Ino remarked with a casual wave of her hand, "Take her, have fun with her, give her the best night of her life, all that good stuff."
"Oh hell yeah!" Naruto yelled with excitement, his voice booming as he moved toward Hinata. Before she could protest, he effortlessly scooped her up from her seat, throwing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing at all.
"H-Hey!" Hinata protested, but her words were cut off by a sharp gasp as Naruto's hand playfully slapped her ass through her silver dress. The sound rang in the air, and her friends immediately burst into cheers and laughter.
"Wohoo! Go on, Hinata!" Sakura called out with a mischievous grin, raising her cocktail glass, "Get that dick!"
"Have fun, girly!" TenTen chimed in, waving her off with a teasing wink, "Be sure to tell us all the details!"
Hinata's face flushed a deep red as her hands flew to her cheeks, still trying to protest. "Ino, what are you doing? This is—this is too much!" She shot a pleading glance at Ino, who was practically glowing with pride, wearing that "I did a good job, now stop whining" expression on her face.
To make matters worse, Ino just shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips as she waved her off.
"Hey, you deserve this, birthday girl! Don't forget to thank me later!"
"Ino!!" Hinata squeaked, her embarrassment growing as her friends laughed and cheered, egging Naruto on as he confidently carried her away.
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"Y-Yes!"
In the dim VIP section of the club, a low, sensual beat dominated the air in steady pulses, vibrating through the very walls.
The room Hinata found herself in was set up with plush velvet red couches placed here and there, with a small stage bathed in shimmering lights that cast a soft glow across the entire space.
A private room.
Hinata could barely catch her breath, her heart pounding as she found herself pinned against the cool wall by the ridiculously sexy blonde hunk—Naruto.
His hands tightened around her waist, sliding down to grope her ass through her dress, while his lips trailed hot kisses along her neck. She shuddered against him, shivers of pleasure racing up and down her spine.
His lips were so warm. Hot. Good.
The sultry music played steadily in the background, but all she could focus on was him—his warm, muscled body pushed against hers, making her voluptuous breasts press up against him. His breath against her ear, the steady heat of his body, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne so close only made things worse, intensifying the ache stirring up between her legs.
She was so turned on, there was no way she could pull away—she didn't even want to.
With every kiss and every teasing suck, he pulled her deeper under his spell, melting her resistance and drawing her entirely into him. There was no escaping his seduction—he knew exactly how to unravel her, precisely where to kiss and which spots to linger on, leaving her breathless and moaning in his grasp.
His lips roamed everywhere: the dip where her shoulder met her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat, the curve of her neck just beneath her jawline, and finally, her pulse—where her heartbeat thrummed wildly under his kisses.
"Hinata," Naruto moaned her name, his voice a low, husky growl that vibrated against her ear.
"You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?" He whispered, his words soft but intense, "Fuck, the moment I saw you, I couldn't look away... couldn't wait to get my hands on you." His large hands roamed up her body with a ravenous urgency, his thick fingers tracing her curves through the fabric of her dress, pressing just firmly enough to leave her skin tingling in their wake.
Hinata shuddered at his touch, the sensation completely new, yet so good, like a forbidden pleasure she'd always secretly craved, but never expected to truly experience again, and so soon. But now, her fantasy was her reality, and it felt almost too good to be true—she couldn't believe this was actually happening.
She had to be dreaming, right?
But then, she heard his voice...
"Couldn't wait to kiss you..." Naruto mumbled, burying his face in the soft skin of her neck, his lips sucking gently on her pulse point. His breath was so hot and heavy against her, it made her feel like she was on fire.
Hinata's knees gave way, her body turning to mush as she melted further into him.
No, she definitely wasn't dreaming.
That was all the confirmation—and permission—she needed to fully embrace the moment, to indulge in the deliciously forbidden thrill of it all, stepping out of her comfort zone, and doing what her friends had wanted her to do.
Let loose.
"Mmm, couldn't wait to fuck you, baby." Naruto pushed himself closer, his pelvis grinding against hers, pressing her further into the wall.
"O-Oh, y-yes," Hinata whispered again, the words slipping past her lips under his influence.
One of his hands slid up to gently cradle her face, his fingers so large they practically covered the entire side of her cheek. He tilted her head up so that her eyes met his—lavender eyes glazed, completely captivated by him.
"For your birthday," Naruto murmured breathlessly, his other hand gliding down her lower thigh, brushing against the hem of her dress, "I wanna spoil ya real good, princess. Whatever you need, whatever makes you feel good—just say the word, I'm your guy." His voice was low and smooth, like an incubus's whisper. His fingers slid beneath her dress, leaving a burning trail of heat as they moved higher, finally brushing against the delicate lace of her underwear.
Hinata shuddered.
His grin stretched wider as he gently nuzzled his nose against hers, "Ain't lettin' you forget this night—ever."
"T-Thank you," She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks burning red.
She fluttered her long eyelashes up at him.
"I wanted this... wanted you too." She confessed.
"Aw, ain't you the sweetest," He teased, his grin turning into a soft chuckle, "Y'know, it was cute earlier, watchin' you try to hand me that money, all blushin' and nervous—damn, melted my fucking soul. I knew then I had to get close to ya."
He leaned in close, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her cheek as he whispered, "And now? Here we are, alone, my wish finally coming true."
He let out a playful chuckle, "Lucky me, eh?"
"Mmm, no, lucky we," Hinata quipped, a flicker of boldness in her teasing smile.
"Heh, hell yeah," He laughed, the sound low and raspy, making her pussy flutter in her panties, "And it's your birthday, too? Fuck, it looks like I hit the goddamn jackpot!" His grin grew mischievous as he leaned in even closer, his lips just brushing her ear.
"I gotta make this all about you now, yeah?" He bit his lip, his voice dropping into a husky purr.
"Make ya squeal, make you wet."
His fingers teased the fabric of her undergarments, just along her wet slit, drawing a startled gasp from her lips. Naruto caught it with his mouth, parting his lips wide to kiss her deeply.
"Mmm, make you cum." He continued, his words a husky caress against her lips.
"O-Oh kami," Hinata whimpered, melting like butter at the sound of his words. Her breath caught in her throat, her voice barely there as she managed to stammer out again.
"Y-Yes—eek!"
Before Hinata could even process what was happening, Naruto surprised her by scooping her up in his strong arms and tossing her with a force that took the breath right out of her. Her body flew up into the air only to come crashing down with a soft thud onto Naruto's crotch.
The impact was shockingly intense, his dick practically sucker punching her pussy with a force that robbed her of the very breath she desperately tried to take in. She could feel every rigid inch of his length pressing against her sensitive folds through her panties, the heat and hardness of him searing her through the fabric of his pants.
She gasped in surprise, her nails digging into the back of his neck as she instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him, her heels brushing against his jeans.
"O-Oh my kami!!"
"Mmm, how old are you turning today, baby?" He whispered hotly against her lips.
"Twenty-four," She breathed out the answer, her voice overtaken by tremors of ecstasy.
"That's all I need to hear," Naruto murmured.
And with that, he swung her around in his arms, causing her to giggle at the sudden movement. Her body pressed against his as he began to walk, the feeling of his strength and solidity a comforting presence that made her feel safe.Wanted.
Naruto wrapped his massive arms around her waist, holding her close as he carried her across the VIP room to one of the red velvet couches, specifically the one with the best view of the stage.
He lowered her down gently, her body sinking into the soft cushions with a little bounce. His hands lingered on her body for a moment before he took a step back. But only slightly.
"Now, tell me," The blonde stripper hummed, his voice smooth as silk. Hinata sank into the couch, her legs tucked underneath her as she gazed up at him.
"How do you want your special night to unfold?" He leaned forward, spreading his hands on either side of her on the couch, stooping low.
"Tell me, what would you like me to do?"
Hinata's breath hitched at the question, her cheeks heating up from his proximity and that intense gaze of his. She still couldn't get over how sexy he looked. It didn't matter if she stood at a distance, catching a glimpse of him from afar, or if she was sneaking a side glance. Even now, when she found herself ridiculously close to him, to his face, the effect was the same—his presence was a blessing, each view more irresistible than the last.
He was just that damn sexy.
She paused for a second before answering—of course she did. How could she not? This absolute dreamboat was basically handing her the keys to do whatever she wanted with him, to live out all those wild fantasies she'd kept hidden.
And little did he know, he was the guy she'd been dreaming of. Literal copy and paste.
How could she not hesitate for just a second to catch her breath?
Her heels clicked nervously against the floor as she tried to keep her thoughts in check. She was doing her best to hold back the wave of arousal, trying not to let her alcohol-fueled self do something her sober self would be utterly mortified about later.
Naruto seemed to notice her dilemma.
He gave her a playful pout, "Aw, relax, princess, no need to hold back," He teased, his eyes full of mischief, "Ain't no reason to be shy or keep all that shit bottled up. I'm here for you, remember?"
With a grin, he slid his warm hand down her leg, his fingers lightly grazing her skin as he slowly spread her legs apart, moving right between them.
"All for you," He whispered, his voice a smooth, dangerous promise.
Hinata moaned softly, tilting her head back as his hand slid up her dress, the fabric shifting between her breasts. She hummed in pleasure, her legs spread wide for him, the hem of her dress creeping higher.
"Tell me what's running through that pretty little head of yours," He whispered, his breath hot against her neck, "Your wants, your needs, your desires... What do you want me to do for you, Hinata?"
That was all it took.
Hinata could feel the alcohol coursing through her veins, the heat building as he—this sexy beefcake—offered her whatever she wanted. She could feel her usual shyness beginning to melt away, piece by piece.
She bit her lip, glancing up at him through her lashes, the memory of him on stage earlier flashing in her mind. The way he moved—so confident, so damn sexy—it had taken her breath away then, and just thinking about it now was enough to make her pulse race.
She wanted to see him do it again. Dance again.
"I..." Hinata started, her voice soft, a little shaky, "I want you to dance for me." Her cheeks flushed as those words tumbled out, but she didn't look away. For once, her desire won out over her shyness, the alcohol acting as a catalyst to let her speak freely.
She watched as Naruto raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading across his whispered face as he leaned in closer, "You want me to dance for you?" He teased with a chuckle, his body hovering just inches from hers.
She had to tilt her head back a little to meet his eyes from where she was sitting.
Hinata nodded, her voice firmer this time, the alcohol fueling her courage, "Yes. I want to see you dance again... just like earlier. But this time..." She massaged the couch with her silver painted nails, and she watched as his eyes flickered toward them, biting his lip.
"I want you to dance only for me."
"A private show, huh?" Naruto teased.
She nodded, her teeth grazing her bottom lip, heart racing as she waited for his response.
"Mmm, good choice, princess," He murmured, his voice dipping into a sultry whisper, "A perfect birthday present." His hand reached out, fingers brushing her chin before gently cupping it, tilting her face toward him.
His thumb traced her lips, just like before, sending a shiver down her spine.
"It would be an absolute honor to dance for you, and only you, my birthday girl," He said with a sexy grin, giving a playful nod, his blonde bangs swaying across those cerulean blue eyes of his.
Leaning in, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her cheek, his lips gentle with her skin. Her cheeks flushed, burning even hotter against his lips. With a mischievous grin, he pulled away, straightening up and taking a step back, leaving her to melt even deeper into the plush cushions of the couch.
"Relax for me, princess," He said smoothly, turning away to grab the remote to the room. Hinata couldn't help but bite her lip as she watched him, her eyes following the fluid grace of his movements.
As he pressed a few buttons on the remote, she noticed the room began to chance.
The lights dimmed.
The spotlights shifted, centering soley on the stage.
And the music changed, setting a song just for them—slow, sultry, and utterly intoxicating.
The melody wrapped around them, speaking their desires in so many words. The room seemed to heat up as the lyrics filled the air, setting the mood.
Climb on board
We'll go slow and high tempo
Light and dark
Naruto set the remote down and walked over to a stand in the room. Hinata's pulse raced when she saw him grab a bottle of lubricant, conveniently placed next to a champagne bucket.
Hold me hard and mellow
Naruto glanced back at her, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"Since it's your birthday," He grinned, "let me make things a little more...interesting."
He popped the cap and tipped the bottle, allowing the lubricant to pour over his chest in slow, glistening streams. He even rocked his hips as the clear liquid slid down his tanned skin.
I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure
Hinata let out a delighted squeal, squirming excitedly on the couch, the tension tightening in her stomach.
She couldn't tear her gaze away from the mesmerizing sight before her, her eyes glued to Naruto's chest. The lubricant. It trickled down everywhere—over his chest, teasing his nipples, gliding along his abs, pooling at his navel, and even dripping onto the waistband of his jeans.
The sight sent Hinata's breath hitching in her throat. Her pussy throbbed in time with her pulse, aching with need.
The blonde stripper caught her reaction and gave her a devilish grin, rolling his shoulders as if to say: You haven't seen anything yet.
Nobody but you, 'body but me
'Body but us, bodies together
"Like what you see, princess?" He teased, casually tossing the lubricant onto the couch close to him. He gave his oily chest a rub, rocking his large hand across his nipples with a deliberate slowness, making the two perky buds shake for her.
Hinata moaned softly, her legs clenching tight in a mix of anticipation and disbelief. His nipples were... shaking? She couldn't even process what her eyes were seeing, her heart racing wildly.
Still, she managed a quick, frantic nod, her voice caught in her throat, completely captivated by the sight before her.
"Come on, babygirl, you can give me more than that," He teased, running his hand up his chest before raking it through his messy hair. It spiked up in wild, tousled strands, his many earrings jangling with the movement, catching the light with each subtle shift.
"Y-Yes, I l-love what I see, Naruto-kun," She stammered, "You're just so sexy." She moaned as she watched him intently.
"Mmm, that's what I like to hear," Naruto murmured with a teasing grin.
In a smooth, effortless move, he stepped forward and was on the stage in the blink of an eye. His boots hit the floor with a satisfying thud, perfectly in sync with the beat of the music. His hands gripped the pole, fingers tightening around it, just in time for the chorus to kick in, his body already moving to the rhythm.
So we'll piss off the neighbours
In the place that feels the tears
The place you lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behaviour
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
The moment his feet hit that stage, he was unstoppable. He went all in, cranking it up to full throttle like he owned the place, setting the stage on fire just like he did before. Every move, every twist, was tailored to her, giving her exactly what she wanted—and then some.
Indeed, a private show just for her.
In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fuckin' and fightin' on
Her mouth dropped wide open as she watched Naruto move with the music, his body grinding against the pole, hips swiveling and pressing into it with each beat. The last verse hit, and he threw himself into the rhythm, rocking his hips harder, making the bulge in his jeans more than apparent.
"O-Oh, yes!!" Hinata squealed, her voice cracking with pure delight, "Yes, yes!"
Those were literally the only words that came out of her mouth, her brain completely fried by the sight in front of her. She felt like a broken record, repeating herself over and over, but she couldn't help it—the excitement was just too much to even try to contain.
Naruto didn't mind that one bit.
In fact, he thought it was pretty cute.
It turned him on so fucking much.
The blonde stripper chuckled, a naughty grin crossing his whiskered face as he spun on his heel. Spreading his legs a bit, he leaned back against the stage pole, one arm flexed, showing off his muscles as he slid down it slowly, teasingly.
The drop was almost agonizingly slow, simply allowing gravity to take its sweet time with him. He even ground his hips all the way down to keep her pussy on edge, to get her panties as soaked as possible, whipping those hips in the most fluid, seductive roll she had ever seen. His movements were hypnotic, each grind of his hips sending waves of energy through the room, hitting her like a shock right between her legs.
Hinata didn't know what was going on with her, but she knew one thing for sure—she was tipsy, and she was getting really turned on.
Two things that never mixed well for her.
As she watched him, each thrust of his hips against the pole sparked a familiar heat building inside her. Just like before.
Her thoughts started to spiral, getting dirtier with each move he made.
Just. Like. Before.
Yearnings began to take root.
She began to yearn to have her hands explore the smooth, oiled expanse of his chest, to feel the hard muscles rippling beneath her touch. To tease his nipples until they puckered, to lap at them with her tongue until they were wet and throbbing. And to worship every inch of his chiseled abs, tracing the lines, kissing each one until she had memorized the map of his sculpted torso. She could almost taste the salty sweat on his skin, feel the heat radiating off him, sinking into her own.
And most of all... she longed to have that big fat cock of his free of its confines, and finally buried inside her. To feel his powerful body pin her down, and ram her so deep and hard until she was screaming his name.
She longed to feel the delicious friction, the stretch and fill of his thick cock pleauring her, claiming her.
Hinata bit her lip, her eyes fluttering in bliss.
She watched as he spun around the pole in a smooth pivot, and her hands began to act on their own accord, moving in sync with him. First, they slid up her stomach, then her chest, and before she knew it, they were creeping higher...
"Ooh." She whimpered as her fingers brushed against the sensitive peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Another soft whimper escaped her lips as she made contact with them again, the bare flesh of her breasts exposed and sensitive without the support of a bra.
Again, she was feeling bold.
She clutched at her right breast through the dress, her thumb and forefinger pinching the hardened nub of the other one. Her gaze remained fixed on Naruto, watching as he slipped away from the pole and collapsed onto his knees in front of it.
Pillow talk
My enemy, my ally
"You like that shit?" Naruto spread his legs wide and leaned back. He began to rolled his chest in ripples, one hand balancing him from behind as the other slipped down to grip his bulge between his thighs. He stuck his tongue out, squinting his eyes as he humped into his hand, the motion sending his hips rocking against the air in time with the pulsing beat of the music.
Hinata's breath hitched as she watched, her own body responding to the erotic display, "Yes, yes, please, don't stop," She whimpered, her fingers moving faster over her nipples as she indulged in the dual stimulation of watching Naruto dance for her and the pleasure that flared up as she finally gave her body the attention it craved.
The sight of his oil-slick skin glistening under the lights, the way his muscles flexed and rippled with every grind, thrust and buck, was almost too much to bear.
After another floor-thrust that sent shockwaves through the room, Naruto sprung to his feet with a fluid, almost cat-like grace. Spinning on his heel, he reached for the pole again, his fingers gripping the cool metal with confidence as he leaned back against it.
"Mmm," He drawled, his voice teasing and sultry. His sharp eyes flicked to her hands, noting how they wandered over her chest, toying with her breasts in unrestrained excitement.
Another naughty smirk spread across his whiskered face, "Ahh, look at you, princess. Getting all worked up."
He snickered, shaking his head with amusement, "Couldn't even help yourself, huh?"
Hinata's lips curled into a playful smile as she shook her head, "Nope! And it's all your fault," She teased with a mischievous smile, wiggling her chest, "making me play with my breasts."
"Careful now," He warned with a chuckle, his blue eyes narrowing at her with a mischievous glint, "You keep talking like that, and I might just have to come over there and join in on all the fun you're having."
Hinata shot him a bold smile, her fingers slowly and teasingly tracing over her body, clearly picking up a few moves from his playbook.
"What's stopping you?" She teased, before beckoning him closer, "Why not bring the show over here? I'd be one happy woman if you do."
"Mmm, now how can I refuse that, huh?" Naruto growled, abandoning the pole and stepping toward her, just as the song came to an end.
He moved closer, stepping off the stage, but then suddenly paused. His hands slid down to his pants, a naughty thought popping up in his mind, "Mmm, before I come over... how about I get a little looser, hm?"
"Oh, please do, Naruto-kun." Hinata responded, her voice full of anticipation.
"Heh, anything for you, birthday girl." Naruto winked, taking his time as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans, letting them drop to the floor with a soft thud. Hinata's eyes widened as she took in the sight of his lean, muscular thighs, the defined lines of his legs leading up to a pair of grey briefs that hugged his lower body tight, the fabric straining against the impressive bulge within.
But to Hinata's delight, Naruto didn't just stop at the briefs.
He took those off too, revealing her prize.
His big, fat cock.
It sprang free, standing erect and proud against his toned stomach, his mushroom head glistening with pre-cum in the dim light of the VIP room. He was completely waxed smooth, not a single hair strand in sight—on his shaft, his balls, or anywhere else. He looked polished and sleek, almost like he was made of marble rather than flesh and blood.
Hinata couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, he actually was.
Her mouth watered at the sight of him, naked, her pussy clenching in anticipation as she drank in the full extent of his masculinity. His cock was even bigger than she had imagined, his body even scrumptious now that she got to see the entire package, head to toe.
How could someone be this perfect?
It was driving her wild.
"Kami, y-you're so perfect," Hinata whispered, her breath shaky, the alcohol in her system loosening her tongue. She tilted her head down, watching as he lowered himself to the floor, the sight of him on his hands and knees sending a delicious thrill through her.
He was a vision of raw masculinity, spiky blonde bangs dangling over heated blue eyes as he began to crawl toward her once more, this time completely and utterly naked.
She could see every ripple of his muscles, every defined contour of his physique. The bones of his hips stuck out against his tanned skin, his hands flexing as he padded the floor one before the other. His cock, still hard and proud, bobbed with each move his legs took forward, a sleek and powerful instrument of pleasure.
Naruto shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nah, you're perfect."
Hinata shook her head in return, grinning, "No, you."
He squinted his eyes, "Nope, definitely you..."
Before she could say anything else, or even disagree with him, he was there, slipping between her thighs in one smooth motion.
She shuddered in bliss, racing a hand forth to bury in his blonde hair, desperate to touch him.
He startled her by pressing his lips gently against the arch of her foot through the metallic strap of her heel. His soft kisses trailed up and down her legs, alternating from one to the other, leaving her breathless.
He kissed her ankles, then her calves, moving higher to her inner thighs.
"Listen to me." He murmured, low and horny, "You're perfect, every sexy fucking inch of you."
Hinata let out a deep, guttural moan as he suddenly lifted her legs, pushing them toward the ceiling, pressing her hard into the couch's cushions beneath her.
Her back arched, the sudden shift in position taking her breath away.
The blonde stripper let out a low moan, hovering over her on his knees. Gently, he spread her legs wider, her heels resting above his head.
"I think it's time you loosen up too, don't ya think?" He glanced up at her, and she could already sense what he was about to ask before the words even left his lips.
"May I?" He asked gently, nodding toward her panties.
"Yes," She whispered without a second thought, eager for him to see her bare as well.
Naruto nodded slowly, his grin spreading wider across his face, revealing his sharp, but sexy canines. "How do you want me to take them off?" He bit his lip briefly, "With my fingers... or with my teeth?" His tone was light, playful...sexy.
Hinata couldn't resist.
"Y-Your teeth," She blurted out, a spark of curiosity lighting her up. She couldn't help but wonder just how he'd go about doing it, the very thought making her pussy gushing wet.
The suggestion was so hot.
She had never seen or experienced anything like this before, and the thought of Naruto using his teeth to remove her panties was both shocking and thrilling.
Naruto nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye, "As you wish, my birthday girl," He purred, reaching over to grab her panties on one side with his teeth, hooking them in his mouth. With an expert flick of his head, he worked from side to side, slowly sliding them down her thighs, then her legs, until he reached her ankles.
He took his time, inching the fabric down with deliberate care, never breaking eye contact.
Not once did he look away. And neither did she.
Finally, he tugged the fabric all the way down to her feet, skillfully maneuvering around her heels before pulling them off. He left her heels on, a deliberate choice, before discarding the panties, all done with the precision of his teeth.
When he was finished, he let them dangle from his mouth, the way a dog would hold onto a prized bone—his twisted, perverse trophy.
He widened his mouth, letting the panties slip from his mouth and into his hands, "I'll keep these safe for you, if ya don't mind."
"No, I don't mind..." Her voice trailed off as she watched him drape her underwear along his shaft, using it almost like a clothing hanger.
The sight was both surreal and erotic, his thick cock peeking out from one of the leg openings of her underwear, twitching against the damp fabric of her panties. The scent of her sweet arousal wafted off of it even stronger now, flooding the air and filling both their nostrils with the heady musk of desire.
That definitely wasn't what she expected when he said he'd keep her panties safe, but...
...that works too.
In fact, Hinata couldn't help but feel even more turned on by it. The way her pink lace underwear clung to his shaft, the way it seemed to accentuate his size and girth, even the way it looked like a perverse little tent on his groin—it all combined to create a visual feast that left her breathless and aching with need.
Hinata's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink.
She watched as his attention shifted to the next piece of clothing on her—her dress.
He tugged at it with a grin.
"How about this?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, "Can I take this off too?"
Hinata giggled, and without hesitation, she fully gave in to her desires, eager for the night ahead.
"Of course, Naruto-kun."
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The steady creak of a couch echoed like crazy, its sounds mingling with the sultry beat of the music thumping through one of the many MenXclusive VIP rooms.
Discarded clothes lay scattered across the floor, a chaotic trail of forgotten fabric that led closer and closer to the main sectional couch where two naked bodies were pressed together. The air now thick with the scent of sweat, arousal, and the musky tang of sex.
Hinata was in bliss.
Total and utter bliss.
Her hands gripped the broad shoulders of the sexy blonde hunk, unable to resist draping them down his muscled body as she worked her naked body up and down, riding his condom-covered cock with desperate eagerness.
Occasionally, she would feel his hands slip around to grope her ass, or give her a playful smack that sent jolts of pleasure through her.
It was her...encouragement.
Leaning back against the couch, Naruto kept his legs spread, giving Hinata a clear path to sink down on his cock, set the space she wanted, and use him as she likes.
With each downward thrust of her hips, she felt him hitting deeper inside, the thick head of his cock spreading her walls open as he filled her to the brim.
She felt so...full.
The sensation was all-consuming, a pleasurable friction that had her moaning softly into his mouth as they kissed. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of him deep inside her, and it was deliciously overwhelming.
She could hardly remember the last time a dick was inside her.
It had been too long, way too long.
Her body trembled with pleasure, her mind lost in a haze of sensation.
The alcohol had taken her now, her inhibitions melting away under its influence. Her desires had won, surfacing to the forefront of her consciousness. And now, she was getting what she wanted, having the birthday she had always fantasized about.
And it felt good... so good...
"Oh k-kami, your cock is s-so big," Hinata moaned within Naruto's ear, her lavender eyes fluttering to the back of her head for a moment. The pleasure was intense, nearly too much to handle as her body tried its best to adjust to the foreign intrusion of Naruto's thick cock inside her.
Though it was unfamiliar and took some time to get used to, Hinata embraced the sensation, arching her back and pressing her hips down to take him even deeper.
"Mmm, so deep, ooh," She breathed, her words lost in the throaty moan that escaped her lips as she felt Naruto's hand rock against her ass, the sharp smack sending another jolt of pleasure through her. Hinata's asscheeks rocked against him like jello, the sensation of his warm palm against her skin only heightening her arousal.
"You like that, huh?" Naruto hissed, "You like that dick?"
He smacked her ass again, the sharp crack of his palm against her flesh echoing through the VIP room, "Like how that dick fills ya up, huh? Make those beautiful eyes roll back and those toes curl, don't ya?"
"Y-Yes! I love it so much!" Hinata squealed, her voice high and breathy with pleasure, "My pussy loves your dick, Naruto-kun!"
His shaft formed a nice curve inside her, jutting into her G-spot with every downward thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her, from her head all the way down to her toes, making every inch of her body tingle.
She couldn't stop.
She couldn't stop her hips from moving.
His dick was additive, a drug.
Her body seemed to move on its own, chasing its relief as she threw her body up and down on top of him, her greedy pussy swallowing him up whole. Tip to shaft.
Hinata could feel her juices leak out of her, slipping down the side his condom-covered shaft and coating it in a slick layer of her arousal. They flowed over his bulgy balls like icing on a cake, and the sight of him all nicely iced, covered by her wet sex was certainly a sight to behold.
It made Hinata even hornier.
She pushed her hips down harder, desperate for more.
And just like that, as if Naruto could read her mind, he gave it to her.
"Mmm, let's get you nice and fucked, shall we?" He moaned against her cheek, his warm breath making even more of her juices leak out of her. His calloused hands ran down her legs, spreading them wider apart, positioning her just how he wanted.
Hinata moaned, her body trembling with anticipation as he rushed his hand down her back and leaned her forward along his body. But instead of allowing her to move, Naruto kept her perfectly still by tucking his arms along her lower back, pinning her in place.
The position left her completely vulnerable, her hips tilted up to meet him as he began to move.
But when he did, she felt herself skyrocket to another world.
Her lavender eyes rolled to the back of her head instantly as she felt him take over, his hips speeding up against her in a relentless rhythm.
His cock began to drill her.
She could feel him, his cock shooting in and out of her splashing pussy faster than she could process, the sensation overwhelming her senses.
He was like a rocket, blasting in and out of her, working her asscheeks in a frenzy. The force of his thrusts sent her body jolting with each impact, her breasts bouncing with every powerful stroke. The relentless pace was almost too much to bear, the intense friction and pressure building inside her gut rising to a fever pitch.
Hinata's moans grew louder, more desperate as she clung to Naruto's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to anchor herself against the storm of pleasure he was unleashing upon her.
"Yeah, yeah fuck yeah." Naruto growled animalistically in her ear.
"Oh k-kami, yes, yes, yes!!" Hinata gritted her teeth from the immense pleasure that bloomed into her gut, his cock working her walls real good. His balls slapped against her asscheeks after every thrust, causing a slap of flesh on flesh to bounce off the walls.
"You like that shit, huh?" Naruto growled, his voice low and husky with lust. The couch squeaked in protest beneath their frantic movements, the sound mingling with the soft music in the background. Her heels clicked against the floor, the only thing left on her body, everything else completely bare. She couldn't help but find it hot that Naruto had decided to leave them on her.
He leaned in close, maneuvering through the wild tangle of her midnight blue hair to find her ear. He gave the delicate lobe a nip, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"I can feel your tight little pussy squeezing me, milking my cock," He growled, moaning deep into her soul, "I can hear it making so much noise for me, babygirl." Those words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Hinata's core, her inner walls clenching around him in response. Her case wasn't helped, not with Naruto holding her tight, whispering dirty little things directly in her ear.
She was about to cum.
"You like taking that cock, huh? Like being fucked hard and fast?" Naruto groaned, his hips never slowing as he pounded into her.
"Yes! I love it hard and fast!" Hinata gasped, her words punctuated by the lewd squelching of her love juices, "It makes me so, so wet!'" She let out a deep groan, her eyes fluttering to the back of her head as Naruto thrusted brutally into her g-spot.
"Please don't stop."
Hinata's pleas were music to Naruto's ears, spurring him on.
"Oh shit," He groaned in bliss, his hodded blue eyes locked on hers, blonde hair fallen over them slightly, "Could've fooled me," He teased, his tone husky with amusement.
"You're not so shy, after all, huh?"
His stamina was incredible but it was exactly what Hinata needed to push her closer and closer to her climax. The more she approached it, the more squirmy her body became on top of him, her movements becoming erratic as she chased that glorious peak of pleasure.
"Naruto-kun!" She screamed his name, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders as she teetered on the edge.
"I'm so close...I'm gonna cum!!"
"Cum, princess." He ran one hand up her slender body, gathering her hair and pulling it tight in his grip.
He swung a hand across her ass again, causing her to squeal.
"Cum all over this dick."
And she did.
With one final, powerful thrust, Naruto's cock slammed directly into her cervix, sending a shockwave of pleasure through Hinata's entire body. She lurched forward, only to be pulled back down by strong arms, her hips jerking erratically as she squirted all over Naruto's lap.
Her juices splashed everywhere, coating their lower bodies in a vicious spray of liquid.
But Naruto didn't stop.
He fucked her through her climax, ramming his cock through the fountain of cum that splashed out of her with each thrust.
"Mmm fuck yeah!" He shouted in glee, "I got myself a squirter!"
"Eeek!! It's so much!!!" Hinata cried out, her voice high and breathless as the sensation of Naruto's cock overwhelmed her senses. She felt like she was drowning in pleasure, her mind reeling from the intensity of the feeling as he filled her again and again.
She let out another sharp cry, squeezing her eyes shut as a mini orgasm rippled through her, following closely on the heels of her massive one, causing her to spasm frantically on top of him. Her body jerked and twitched, her inner walls clenching and rippling around Naruto's throbbing length.
"Yes, cum, let it all out, princess." Naruto chuckled in her ear. Sexy as hell.
"Let it all out on me," He growled, his fingers digging into her flesh after delivering another sharp smack to her right cheek. "Drown my shit," He added, his words punctuated by the sound of his hips slamming into her once more.
Hinata was in heaven, her senses overwhelmed by the scorching heat building deep in her gut, the electrifying pleasure numbing her limbs.
She couldn't see straight, couldn't think straight.
Her mind was a haze of bliss, every thought consumed by the sensation of Naruto's powerful cock driving into her again and again.
She had never felt anything like this before—raw, unadulterated bliss.
Not even her first time could compare; it paled in comparison to the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing now. Every nerve in her body seemed to be alive, electrified in ways she never imagined.
Naruto had a stamina of the gods, his body seemingly impervious to exhaustion as he continued to pound into her with relentless intensity. And his cock... it was heavensent, throbbing and pulsing inside her, stretching her open in the most delicious way possible.
He knew exactly what pace to set to cripple her completely, where to thrust to have her walls shake and quake in the presence of his cock. With every stroke, he found her sweet spots, delving deep and leaving his mark—on her body, her mind, and everything in between.
Her breathing increased, her body tensed, and her stomach burned.
She was there. Again.
Hinata squealed as she squirted for the third time on his shaft.
But this time, Naruto cut it short.
In the blink of an eye, she was lifted with ease and playfully tossed onto the couch, landing on her back like a rag doll. Naruto moved quickly, flipping around to face her as he climbed fully onto the plush cushions. His hands gripped her legs with a firm but gentle hold, and he pulled her closer along the couch, adjusting her position.
A mischievous giggle escaped her as he guided her to roll slightly onto her side. One of her legs was drawn back, her thigh setting teasingly against her right breast, while he slid himself snugly between her legs.
She groaned when he slapped his thick cock against her pussy a couple of times, jolting her hypersensitive nerves back to life. The sensation was electrifying, a burst of intense pleasure racing through her like tiny bolts of lightning.
Hinata rocked back and forth on the couch frantically, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as Naruto rubbed the thick head of his cock between her puffy slick folds.
"Oh, kami... I-I-I can't stay still," She whimpered, her voice shaky as her legs trembled, threatening to close around him. It was like a live wire had been connected to her core, sending sparks of pleasure through her body with every brush of his cock against her sensitive flesh.
"You've got me so sensitive, Naruto-kun." She added breathlessly, her hands clutching at the cushions beneath her.
"Aww, but you're just so irresistible when you're this sensitive, princess." Naruto teased her mercilessly, circling the head of his cock against her entrance, before smacking himself against her hidden love bud.
He watched as she gasped sharply, shutting her legs shut.
"N-Naruto-kun!"
"No, no, no. Don't you hide that pretty pussy from me." He gently widened her legs again, her heels lifted high into the air, "Keep them spread, just like that."
She gave a hesitant nod, her voice shaky, "Y-Yes, Naruto-kun." She shifted slightly, feeling a little more confident as she met his gaze, her breath catching.
He smirked, his hands gently tracing the curves of her body. "Tell me what you want."
"I want your cock." She breathed breathlessly, "I want you back inside me."
Naruto leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss, pulling back with a satisfied hum.
"Mmm, back inside it is, then."
Without any hesitation whatsoever, he thrust his cock back inside her greedy hole, both watching as it swallowed his bulbous tip right on up.
And once more, he started it back again.
He drove his hips back and forth against her, the force of his thrusts sending her bouncing on the couch with each powerful stroke. Each time he slammed into her hips, he pumped a hard thrust, watching in satisfaction as he sent a ripple through her entire body.
Her breasts slapped ruthlessly against her torso, an enticing show that he simply couldn't resist joining in on, his hands reaching up to grope and pinch her nipples, tugging on them roughly as he continued to pound into her.
Hinata moaned in bliss, also indulging in the luxury to explore. Her hand instinctively reached out and caressed up and down his tanned, glistening chest, feeling the muscles flex and ripple beneath her fingertips.
"Yes, please, f-fuck me so good. I-I need it." She whispered, "I need you." Her glossy lavender eyes locked onto his, practically sparkling with adoration. Hearts might as well have been dancing in her gaze.
It was a sight that melted Naruto's soul. Again.
He shot her a devilishly sexy smirk, his hand sliding down to take hers. He pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, "Mmm, damn, babe," He murmured, his voice thick with heat, "you're gonna make me fall in love."
Hinata's heart skipped a beat at the sound of that.
She watched, transfixed, as he pulled her hand, and the other one above her head, securing her in place. Leaning low over her, he drove his hips deeper and faster into hers, stealing her breath from her throat with each powerful thrust. His cock punched her stomach over and over again, the force of his movements sinking her deep into the plush couch beneath her.
"K-Kami!!"
"Fuck!"
Their screams mingled, body to body, skin to skin, eye to eye.
Naruto rutted against her like a mad man, his breath heavy and ragged as he gazed down at Hinata, lost in bliss, lost in her.
"Is this what you wanted, huh?" He growled, his voice a deep rumble. "To be fucked like this?" His pace quickened, his eyes blazing with heat, "C'mon, birthday girl, tell me how much fun you're having getting fucked by my cock."
"Yes, I love it!!" Hinata's voice cracked with emotion, her lavender eyes shimmering as tears began to well up. She shook her head slightly, a soft, overwhelmed laugh escaping her lips as she gazed up at him in awe.
"Oh, thank you, Naruto-kun! Thank you for making my birthday so amazing. Thank you!"
Her heartfelt words struck Naruto like a jolt of electricity, completely catching him off guard. His blue eyes widened in surprise, not expecting that kind of reaction from her.
She was... thanking him?
Sure, women thanked him all the time after shows, and spending the night with him, often slipping cash into his hand as part of the deal. It wasn't anything new, just part of the routine.
Another night, another dollar, type shit.
But this?
The way Hinata said it, the sincerity in her eyes, it was different.
It hit differently.
It was pure. It was genuine.
It wasn't just the usual gratitude; it felt real.
Something about her made it all feel so much more... meaningful.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Naruto didn't care about the money, the sex—the usual thrill of his nights.
He just... cared.
About Hinata. Their connection.
The way her presence tugged at him was unlike anything he'd ever felt before—something so normal and comforting, far more special than anything he could put into words.
It felt... right.
Like a breath of fresh air, in a world that had long been anything but. It made him feel more alive than he had in a long time And, honestly? He was here for it, savoring every damn second of it.
It was like nothing else mattered in that moment. Nothing but her.
A wide, sincere smile spread across his whiskered face as he let himself sink into her arms, burying his face deep into her neck. He moaned in bliss, the feeling of her warmth sending a pleasant shiver through him.
"Mmm, of course."
He leaned in closer, pressing a kiss on her cheek.
"Happy birthday, Hinata."
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"Here you go," Naruto murmured, his voice low and teasing as he extended his hand toward Hinata, his fingers curled into a loose fist.
The two of them had slowly begun to gather their clothes, the VIP room much quieter now that the rush of the moment had passed. The heavy, sweaty air had lightened, and the only sounds left were the rustle of fabric and the soft thuds of clothes being pulled back on.
Fully dressed now, Hinata glanced up at him from her spot on the couch, her arm hesitantly reaching out for whatever he was holding, "Wh-What is it?" She asked, her voice still a bit hoarse, cheeks flushed and a sheen of sweat lingering on her forehead.
Naruto just smirked, offering no reply.
Their hands met, and he slipped something into her palm, bending close to her ear as he did so.
"Now, you keep that real safe, ya hear?" Naruto murmured lowly, his warm breath brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. His free hand slid down to her thigh, giving it a light, teasing rub that made her body tremble in need.
She was still so shaky, her body twitchy from the aftershocks of the sex, of experiencing something that mind blowing. The feeling hadn't quite worn off yet, leaving her body incredibly jittery and sensitive. Her pussy too. And it seemed that, as long as she was in Naruto's presence, that buzz wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Hinata's cheeks turned a shade of red that could rival a ripe strawberry, her fingers nervously gripping the small item in her hand. She looked down, only to realize it was a napkin she was holding. Her eyebrow arched in curiosity as she unfolded it slightly, revealing numbers hastily scribbled across the paper in bold, uneven pen strokes.
Her breath hitched in her throat, and her heart raced, nearly leaping out of her chest.
No way.
It was his number.
Naruto's blue eyes sparkled with mischief, his grin softening into something more genuine, yet still playful, "I don't do this often, but I don't think I can walk out of here without leaving you something to remember me by."
Hinata's pulse quickened at his words, her fingers tightening around the paper as she looked up at him. Her mind was racing, unsure of whether this was just a playful gesture or something more serious, but the way he spoke, the way he was looking at her now, made it all feel so... real.
"I don't think I'll ever forget this night, Naruto-kun," She murmured, her voice soft and full of emotion, coming from a deep place within her. She shook her head, giving a small shrug, "I... I don't think I could, even if I tried."
Naruto chuckled softly, his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face as he leaned in a little closer, "I guess my mission here is accomplished then, huh?" He shook his head with a grin, "Heh, I'm glad, because I definitely don't want you forgetting about me anytime soon." He released her hand, letting his fingers drift up to trace, along her cheek a tender touch lingering there.
"I got a say, you really rocked my world tonight, you know that?" Naruto said with a teasing grin, gazing intently into her widening lavender eyes, "I came in ready to show you a good time, but damn... you flipped it on me."
Hinata let out a soft giggle, waving him off, "Oh no, you're just being too kind," She murmured, a shy smile tugging at her lips, her heart still racing from the intensity of the night.
"Nah, I'm serious, babygirl," He said, slipping beside her on the couch, the cusion sinking down a bit given his weight. He leaned in close, his lips brushing along her shoulder, sending a gentle shiver through her.
"Because of everything, because of you," Naruto began, his voice soft but heavy with emotion as he tilted her chin up to meet his gaze, "I wanna do things differently for once. I wanna feel again."
He paused, his thumb brushing gently across her cheek, "You've made me realize I've been just... coasting, you know? Going through the motions, not really living. But with you? Celebrating your birthday here, just spending this little bit of time with you... it's different. You make me want so much more."
Hinata's breath hitched, "N-Naruto-kun..." She whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I want to make every day feel like your birthday, Hinata," Naruto whispered, his voice dropping into a soft, sincere tone that completely took her by surprise.
"Every," He whispered, pressing another kiss along her shoulder.
"Single," He continued, his lips softly trailing up to her neck, making a moan escape her lips.
"Day," He finished, brushing a gentle kiss on her cheek.
He fluttered his eyelashes at her, "If only you'll have me."
Hinata couldn't resist the way she melted at the sight of him, her heart doing a little flip in her chest. How could she possibly say no to that face? It was like he had her wrapped around his finger, but she didn't mind that one bit.
She smiled, her cheeks flushed, and nodded slightly.
"Of course... how could I ever say no to you, Naruto?" She whispered, her voice soft and almost dreamy, like a sigh that escaped before she could stop it. Her fingers instinctively tightened around the small napkin—his number still fresh in her hand, a tangible reminder of the unexpected turn the night had taken.
This was all so surprising.
Hell, who was she kidding?
The whole night had been a wild ride of surprises, but this... this was definitely something she didn't expect. Naruto, the sexy blonde stripper, actually wanting more with her. Her!?!
What would that even look like? Friends with benefits? Just sex partners? Or maybe... something real?
She had no idea where their relationship would lead or what would come of it, but one thing was for sure—she wanted it. And from the way Naruto was gazing at her, she knew he wanted it too.
Hinata leaned in, pressing a soft peck to his lips, but before she could pull back, she felt him draw her in closer, deepening the kiss. Their heads tilted, and their lips crashed together in a messy, sloppy kiss. It was a kiss full of affection, but there was something more to it—something soft, dreamy, like they were both caught in a moment that felt a little too perfect to be real.
The kiss was warm, almost dizzying, sweet with desire, and their hands couldn't help but twitch, eager to tear each other's clothes off again and go another round, right there on the couch once more.
But Hinata restrained herself.
Her breath hitched, and a moan escaped her as she leaned back, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips before it broke.
"But..." She paused, her thoughts lingering on something.
"But?" Naruto whispered, his breath catching in his throat as he pulled back just slightly, looking at her with curiosity and a little concern.
Hinata grimaced, biting her lip, "You know my friends are going to freak out, right?" She groaned, imagining the chaos that would unfold once they found out about her and Naruto. It was almost too much to handle, the idea of trying to explain the details to them without bursting into flames from sheer mortification.
"Oh my kami," She whimpered, throwing her hands over her face, "This is so embarrassing!" She could practically hear their voices in her head already, her four rowdy friends popping up one by one, all their reactions at once.
The thought made her cheeks burn even hotter.
Naruto chuckled softly, his mischievous grin spreading across his face as he caught sight of Hinata's adorably flushed cheeks.
"Ah, yes, the friends," He teased, his hands gently lifting her own way from her face. His fingers brushed over her chin, cupping it as he made her look at him.
He shrugged casually, his tone light, "I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. In fact, to save you the embarrassment of telling them about us, why don't you leave that to me?"
"What?" She squeaked, almost choking on her own words, unable to believe what she was hearing.
Naruto just shrugged, acting as if what he'd said was perfectly normal, "I can just tell them about us. If we're really making this thing official, I should probably get on good terms with your friends, right?"
Hinata shook her head with a soft smile, "I'm pretty sure you're already on good terms with them," She said, rolling her eyes playfully, "You're total eye candy, and that's enough for them."
Naruto laughed, a deep, carefree sound that made Hinata's heart flutter, "Well then," He said, "looks like things are already off to a great start, huh?"
Hinata couldn't help but smile at his confidence, her nerves slowly melting away.
She certainly liked that sound of that.
She leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder with a quiet sigh. Naruto gently kissed her temple, his lips lingering for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in closer.
"Yes, it is." Hinata murmured, a peaceful smile spreading across her face as she closed her eyes, completely content in his arms.
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Notes:
A.N.
Thanks for reading, my lovely readers!
This is my first one-shot published for 2025, but it wasn't supposed to be that way. I had originally hoped to get it finished by Hinata's birthday last year, but life happened, and I just couldn't make it work.
But here it is, all wrapped up and done!
Now that I've wrapped up the Nhmonth23 event, I'm ready to dive back into writing my regular smut one-shots for this collection—and this one's a special start. Hinata's birthday, of course!💜🧁✨
I had so much fun writing this oneshot!! 🤸🏽♀️😂✨
I really wanted to write an amazing birthday oneshot for Hinata that hit all the nice spots, all while keeping it relatable and throwing in a bit of humor.
And writing Naruto as a stripper? Mannn, that was soo much fun too!! Got me acting all sorts of ways! 🤪🤪
I'm also super stoked that I get to finally check off another one-shot idea from my list—it's been sitting in my docs gathering dust, so it feels good to finally get to it. And trust me, this won't be the last one!
All throughout 2025, I'll be updating more smutty one-shots, so keep an eye out for them. I'm planning to stay more active this year and get those updates rolling. I've also got a lot planned, and I can't wait to share what I've been working on with all of you!
There’s also a ton I need to catch up on, like comments, Tumblr asks, and other Tumblr stuff. I’ll be tackling all that over the next week or so. I haven’t forgotten about any of you! I see your comments and your support, and it honestly means the world to me. Always have. Always will.
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and Happy New Year! Here’s to hoping 2025 is the best year for all of us! 🩷🎀🌷🌸
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 41: ❦Happy Endings❦
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For Hinata, self-care had always felt like an unattainable luxury. Her demanding career as an analyst consumed nearly every waking hour, leaving her with precious little time to relax.It was only until one night, during one of her late-night doom scrolls, she stumbled on a massage therapist's website. Desperate for relief, she booked a session, only to discover, in her fatigue, that she accidentally signed up for something far more sensual than she expected.
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Notes:
💖Hello, lovely readers! 💖
💖💖Happy Love Month!💖💖
💖💖💖And a belated Happy Valentine's Day to all of you!💖💖💖
Whether you spent the day wrapped up in the warmth of family, laughing with friends, tangled up in your lover's arms, or just vibing alone with your thoughts— I hope you dedicated at least a little bit of time to self-love and self-care—because that's what Valentine's Day is truly about.
It's not just for couples, lol.
And speaking of love, I have a Valentine's gift just for you! Now, I'm gonna be honest—I went overboard with this one. Like, seriously, I may have spoiled y'all a little too much. 😏
This story took a lot of time, a lot of thought, and a ridiculous amount of fine-tuning to get just right. But from the very beginning, I knew this was a concept I absolutely had to write.
✨ Massage AU ✨
Y'all. When I say I had soooo much fun writing this—I mean I REALLY DID.
Like...yallll.
It's seriously getting harder and harder to pick a favorite one-shot of mine—the list just keeps growing, I swear! 😂 I'd love to hear which oneshot of mine is your favorite—or better yet, hit me with a whole list! 👀✨
But seriously, I wanted to explore Valentine's Day from a different angle. Instead of the classic hearts, chocolates, and steamy bed love-making, I wanted to dive into the world of someone who's single—a full-fledged adult who actually doesn't have a lover, but still deserves to be pampered, worshipped, and absolutely taken care of.
Because love isn't just about romance—it's also about feeling good in your own skin, about giving yourself that much-needed break.
So sit back, relax, and enjoy—because this one is extra special. 💆♀️🔥💕
And extra long too, sorry, not sorry, hehe!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Accidental Stimulation • Accidental/Purposeful Touching • Adult-Life • Aftercare • Aphrodisiac • Body Worship • Breath Play • Butt Groping • Client x Masseur • Consensual • Dirty Talk • Edgeplay • Erotic • Erotic Massage • Erotic Tickling • Explicit • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Fingering • Groping • Hands Kink • Latex Gloves • Lingerie • Lubrication • Massage Therapy • Massage Parlor • Masseur • Modern AU • Multiple Orgasms • NSFW • Oil • Orgasm Denial • Overstimulation • Praise Kink • Pussy Suction Pump (Toys) • Pussy Worship • Self Care • Self Love • Sex Pollen • Sex Toys • Sexual Coercion • Scent Kink • Size Difference Kink • Spa • Stripping • Uniform • Valentine Day • Valentine's Special • Voice Kink • 2025
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Happy Endings
Hinata let out a long, exhausted sigh as she flopped onto her couch, the cushions embracing her like they did every evening.
Same time.
Same routine.
With a wince, she reached down and kicked off her heels, groaning quietly to herself.
"How is it that shoes this cute can hurt this much?" She muttered, rubbing her sore feet through her stockings, already thinking it might be time to rethink her shoe choices.
The soothing effects of her quick massage kicked in almost instantly, sending a wave of relief through her tired muscles. She wiggled her toes, stretching them out, another long, drawn-out sigh escaping her lips from the relief.
This was the moment she'd been waiting for all day—the bliss of being back home, alone, on her favorite couch.
Hinata reached for the glass of wine she'd poured earlier, her arm extending over the coffee table in her living room. As she picked it up, the glass let out a soft clink that echoed through her otherwise quiet apartment.
She brought the glass to her lips and took a slow sip, savoring the way the sweet, tangy flavor danced across her tongue. A soft, contented moan escaped her as the taste settled, a warmth blooming in her chest, taking away just a bit of the tension she'd been carrying all day.
Next, she reached for her laptop, placing it on her lap before flipping it open.
The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, revealing a familiar sight—her wallpaper, a swarm of vibrant monarch butterflies drifting gracefully across a bright blue sky, with the password prompt hovering in the center.
For a moment longer than she intended, her gaze was trained on that single word, for far too long, as if it had trapped her in a trance. Once again, she was zoning out—a new habit she'd unknowingly picked up.
And honestly? At this point, it didn't even surprise her anymore.
Her brain was still tangled up in the stress of the day, the never-ending to-do lists swirling in her head. Even something as mindless as logging in to her laptop felt like a chore after the chaos she'd just endured.
The endless flood of emails.
The mountain of spreadsheets.
The constant need to come up with fresh ideas for campaigns.
The deadlines of projects and presentations that never stopped creeping closer.
And of course, the back-to-back meetings—most of which seemed to exist purely so her boss could hear himself talk.
Hinata let out a frustrated groan just thinking about it all.
"Another day down," She muttered under her breath, "You survived, girl. You did it."
She had to keep reminding herself of that—because if she didn't, she might actually lose her mind.
Sure, being a marketing analyst had its perks—a solid paycheck, decent benefits, and a title that sounded impressive in conversations. But lately, the downsides were creeping in, threatening to overshadow everything else. The grueling hours, the relentless workload, the constant pressure to stay ahead—it all piled up until it felt like there was no escape.
More often than not, she found herself staying late at the office, trying to catch up, or lugging her work home with her, her laptop becoming a permanent fixture on her coffee table. Even after officially "clocking out," the demands of her job seemed to follow her everywhere. There was always something that needed tweaking, always something that demanded her attention.
Therefore, she barely had a second to catch her breath, let alone carve out time for a real break. It was exhausting, and tonight, it was hitting her harder than ever.
At twenty-seven, Hinata had worked tirelessly to climb the career ladder. She had been raised to believe that success meant dedication, that her career should come first, and that giving anything less than her best simply wasn't an option. And she had—she'd poured her all into her work, proving her worth in every way she could.
But lately… she couldn't ignore how much it was starting to take a toll on everything—her mind, her body, her entire life outside of work. And if she was being honest, she wasn't even sure she had much of a life outside of it anymore.
Her social life? Yeah, that was pretty much dead in the water.
Most of her friends had either moved away, gotten caught up in their own careers, or settled down with partners. Group texts had become fewer, invites to dinners or game nights were rare, and even the occasional check-in messages had slowed to a trickle.
It wasn't anyone's fault—it was just life—but that didn't make it any easier.
Far too often, Hinata found herself trapped in the same endless cycle: slogging through long, draining hours at work, then slipping into her quiet apartment, popping a frozen dinner into the microwave, and finally collapsing onto the couch all alone. And before she knew it, the next day would roll around, and the routine would start all over again.
Work, eat, sleep, repeat.
A steady routine she had fallen into without even realizing it.
And her love life? Ugh. That was a whole other disaster she didn't even want to think about.
At this point, it felt like a lost cause. Not because she didn't want something real, or meaningful—but because, honestly?
She had no idea where to even begin.
It wasn't for lack of trying. She'd been on a few dates, met men through her coworkers, and even attempted the whole dating app thing.
But nothing ever clicked.
The conversations always felt awkward and forced—no spark, no chemistry, no connection. By the end of the night, she'd catch herself glancing at the clock over and over, mentally counting down the minutes until she could finally head home.
And, of course, the main reason so many dates fell flat usually boiled down to one simple fact: she was just exhausted.
Between the demands of her job and everything else on her plate, the idea of pouring any energy into a relationship felt downright overwhelming.
Hinata craved something more—she really did. But when it came time to figure out how to achieve that, she found herself completely stuck.
This…was her life now.
Work, then returning home, only to trap herself in a quiet room for hours with no one to talk to, to share a day's thoughts with, or simply sit beside and unwind. She constantly reassured herself that it was only temporary, that eventually, things would get better. But after a few years of this daily routine, it became harder and harder to believe in that promise.
No conversation, no company...
….well, not entirely no company.
A soft rustling near the entrance of the living room caught her attention, and just as expected, her chubby Scottish Fold sauntered her way in, looking as if she owned the place.
Mochi—her cat.
Within seconds, the little white bundle of fluff hopped up beside her, curling into a warm ball against her side just like she always did when she arrived home. It was her way of saying 'welcome back', though she suspected she was also angling for a treat.
Hinata reached out to scratch her head, her fingers brushing through her soft, white fur.
She let out a weary sigh.
"Mochi, why is life like this? All work, no fun," She murmured softly, her fingers trailing behind her ears before gliding down to the delicate curve of her neck, brushing against the smooth leather of her pretty pink collar.
The fluffy tabby let out a slow, unimpressed meow, flicking her tail as if she completely agreed.
She chuckled softly, nodding her head, "Yeah," She murmured, more to herself than to her, "maybe I really do need a break."
With another sigh, she logged into her computer, settling in for what she knew would be yet another hour of mindless scrolling. It was a habit at this point—cycling through the same social media websites, half-reading articles she didn't care about, and watching videos she'd forget about in five minutes.
She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for—maybe some distraction, maybe just something to keep her from thinking too much.
Whatever it was, it didn't matter.
Time blurred as her fingers lazily flicked away at the touchpad, her thoughts drifting.
Then, something caught her eye.
As she casually browsed through an article, a pop-up ad suddenly appeared in the corner of her screen, its bold text practically shouting for her attention:
"Relax & Rejuvenate: Indulge In What Makes You Feel Good."
"Pamper Yourself With A Massage Today!"
Hinata's scrolling came to an abrupt halt.
The invitation in those words were so direct, so tempting, that she couldn't help but pause, curiosity already bubbling up inside her.
And then she saw…him.
Below the text was the smiling face of a blonde masseur, his bright grin and sparkling blue eyes seeming to invite her to click.
And, well, how could she not?
Before she could second-guess herself, her cursor hovered over the ad, and with a small click, she was in. The website loaded in instantly, and at the very top, in bold, playful lettering, the header proudly declared:
"Welcome to Happy Endings! We hope you enjoy us rubbing you to completion!"
Hinata blinked, a faint flush creeping up her neck.
Wait. What?
'Did it really just say that?' She thought, her lavender eyes darting back over the words again.
She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or close the tab, but something about the rather… interesting heading—and that smiling blonde from before—made her keep scrolling.
Looking further, the website's design was actually very calming—pastel shades, gentle layouts, and photos of plush towels draped over immaculate tables in dim, candlelit rooms that screamed "relaxation."
As Hinata scrolled, she noticed glowing reviews everywhere she looked. People couldn't stop raving about how professional the staff was, how laid-back the place felt, and how every last ache and knot in their bodies were thoroughly worked out by the end of their sessions.
Her own neck gave a little twinge then, almost on cue. She let out a small sigh, rubbing the tender spot without even thinking about it.
"Maybe this is what I need..." She mumbled to herself, one hand idly stroking her dozing cat, while the other scroll further down the site. Her gaze wandered over the staff bios, each one blending into the next until suddenly, one name caught her eye.
Naruto Uzumaki. Owner.
Hinata froze, heart skipping a beat.
Wait a minute. That man.
It was the same one from before.
Sure enough, the smiling blonde in the photo was the exact same man she'd seen in the ad earlier—the blonde, blue-eyed heartthrob.
Everything about him looked impeccably put-together.
His blonde hair was styled just right, and he wore a crisp white collared shirt paired with neatly pressed matching pants, arms folded confidently over his chest. The fabric couldn't quite hide the subtle swell of muscle underneath, like it was almost ready to burst free.
Then there was that laid-back grin, lighting up his oddly whiskered face, showing off a row of perfect, pearly whites. Hinata found herself momentarily forgetting to breathe, her pulse quickening ever so slightly as she took in the sight of him.
"Ooh, what do we have here…" She muttered, nibbling on her lip as she shifted on the couch, trying to get comfy. Her gaze traveled over the screen, maybe lingering a little too long on the handsome blonde's picture before drifting down to read the description beneath it.
Naruto Uzumaki – Owner & Lead Masseur
With years of hands-on experience, Naruto prides himself on delivering personalized treatments that target tension right at its source. Known for his warm smile and knack for making clients feel instantly at ease, he's earned a reputation for melting away even the most stubborn knots. Whether you're looking for deep relaxation or a rejuvenating stress release
Naruto's technique promises to leave you feeling renewed—inside and out.
Hinata blinked. Inside and out?
Oh wow. He wasn't messing around.
The words hung there, heavy in her mind, making her pulse speed up a little and her flush deepen.
She read it again.
Deep relaxation. Stress release. Inside and out.
Then, she read the words again, this time more slowly.
Deep... Release... Inside and out.
Her brain did that little jumpy thing where it started overthinking the phrasing, but she shoved that aside.
It was probably nothing, right? Just a weird, slightly suggestive choice of words.
Hinata's mind drifted as she absently scrolled through the list of massage options available at Happy Endings. Most were the standard selections—deep tissue, Swedish, Shiatsu. Then there were others—hot stone, aromatherapy, lymphatic drainage, reflexology.
Then there were other traditional choices—hot stone, aromatherapy, lymphatic drainage, and reflexology. But as she scrolled further, something changed.
The options took a more… intimate turn.
Nuru.
Tantric.
Her fingers paused.
But then—there was one more.
One that stood out even more.
"Happy Ending Massage."
Hinata tilted her head, squinting at the screen.
Wait a second—wasn't that the name of the massage parlor? Happy Ending? Or was it Happy Endings with an s?
Hinata blinked, her mind momentarily stalling as she tried to recall. She could have sworn it was one or the other, but in that moment, the thought barely stuck. Because right now, she was too caught up—too distracted—by the massage option staring her in the face.
Her head tilted slightly as she skimmed the title again.
Happy Ending Massage.
Was this some kind of premium, all-inclusive service? A special, all-in-one package that combined multiple techniques?
Or… was it something else?
Her fingers tapped lightly against the laminated page, her curiosity deepening. It almost sounded like a massage buffet, offering a little bit of everything. But if that were the case, why was there such an emphasis on the word erotic?
Hinata shrugged it off.
She wasn't in the mood to question it further. She was simply too tired. All she needed right now was some serious relief—no more thinking, no more working, just... happy endings.
A massage was a massage, right?
And this one sounded too promising to pass up.
So, with a resigned sigh, Hinata clicked the "Book Now" button without a second thought.
Almost instantly, a new page loaded, filled to the brim with a mountain of terms and conditions, liability waivers, and an endless stack of permission forms—medical questionnaires, health disclosure agreements, and all that fun, legally binding jazz.
Bleary-eyed and on autopilot, Hinata mindlessly began scrolling through the fine print. The words blended together, a mess of legal jargon and checkboxes, her brain struggling to process anything beyond Sign Here and Agree to Terms & Conditions.
At some point—she wasn't even sure when—her head drooped forward, her fingers idly hovering over her keyboard. She must have dozed off mid-form, because the next thing she knew, her chin jerked up, her lavender eyes blinking rapidly as she realized she had half-filled out a few fields in her sleep.
"Ugh, get it together, Hinata…" She mumbled, rubbing at her eyes before forcing herself to finish the last few entries.
Once she reached the booking calendar, she expected to have plenty of options to choose from—but instead, her heart sank.
Nearly every single appointment was booked solid.
The entire week. The next week. Even some of the week after that.
Hinata's lips parted in disbelief, her finger scrolling frantically, hoping for at least one opening that wasn't weeks away.
And then—
There it was.
A single available slot.
Next Saturday.
Hinata sighed in relief, clicking on the time slot before finalizing the appointment.
"Yes, next Saturday should work," She murmured to herself, already feeling a sense of anticipation creep in.
With the booking confirmed, she finally shut her laptop, officially calling it a night.
●・○・●・○・●
"Turn left in 300 meters," the GPS announced, its crisp, robotic voice cutting effortlessly through the soft hum of the car's engine.
Hinata's fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel, keeping time with the upbeat melody playing through the radio.
Moonlight Magic by Kana Hanazawa.
It was one of her favorites, a feel-good tune that perfectly matched the excitement buzzing in her chest.
Needless to say, she was in a fantastic mood.
Because today wasn't just any Saturday.
Today was the Saturday.
After two grueling, endless weeks of back-to-back work, mind-numbing reports, and more emails than any human should ever have to deal with, the weekend had finally arrived—and Hinata was practically buzzing.
Sure, she always looked forward to the weekend. Who didn't? It was the one time she could actually unwind and escape from her responsibilities, at least for 48 hours. But this weekend?
This weekend was different.
This weekend was special.
Because in just a few short minutes, she would be arriving at 'Happy Endings' massage parlor for an appointment she had barely been able to stop thinking about since she booked it. It was the one thing that kept her going through the relentless chaos of work for the past two weeks.
But now, it was finally here!
Grinning from ear to ear, Hinata shimmy-shimmied with excitement in her seat, her hands gripping the wheel of her Toyota Prius as it cruised through the bustling Tokyo streets. The GPS kept its steady stream of directions, guiding her through the lively maze of urban lights and busy crosswalks, all leading to the address provided by the 'Happy Endings' website.
Although some of the details were a bit fuzzy, Hinata distinctly remembered booking her appointment for 6:30 p.m.—a time that was a little later than she'd usually prefer. But since it was the only slot available, she just refused to pass up the chance.
Her excitement was only further confirmed when a sweet notification from 'Happy Endings' flashed on her phone, reaffirming her 6:30 p.m. appointment.
⸻
Hello there!
Your 'Happy Ending' massage appointment is all set for Saturday, February 4th at 6:30 p.m. Can't wait to see you then!
Chosen Masseur: Naruto Uzumaki.
⸻
Hinata's gaze drifted to the message on her phone, securely mounted on the dashboard. Her lavender eyes flicked from the road to the final line of text, and a smile lit up her face.
Of course, she had specifically booked Naruto himself as her masseur. Well…duh.
Not only was she craving some serious relief, but a small, secret part of her was excited to finally meet Naruto in person. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd look as hot up close as he did in his photos, because, you know, people sometimes turn out looking differently in real life.
Fingers crossed that her heavenly massage would come with a side of handsome company too.
She shimmied again, a soft, bubbly giggle escaping her lips.
"Up ahead, turn left," the GPS reminded her again, cutting her thoughts short.
Following the GPS's directions and the familiar blue light, which signified 'go' in Japan, Hinata smoothly veered the steering wheel to the left. Her lavender eyes flitted between the road ahead and the beautiful city unfolding outside her window.
The daylight had faded, and now the evening had taken over Tokyo, yet the city was just as alive as ever. Everywhere she looked, the streets were filled with people—so many people, each wrapped up in their own little worlds.
In the gentle glow of the city lights, she could see couples strolling hand-in-hand, friends laughing over drinks at sidewalk cafés, and office workers in crisp suits hurrying between evening meetings, glancing at their watches as they went about their business.
She let out a soft sigh.
On a typical weekday, that would have been her—darting around in those same damn heels, rushing from one errand to the next, only to end up glued to her desk. There, she'd be slogging through endless emails, drowning in spreadsheets, and later in the evening sitting through meetings with people whose personalities were as bland as the coffee they sipped. And then there was the work itself—
Hinata shook her head, her brows knitting together.
'What am I doing? Why am I even thinking about that?' She thought to herself, tightening her hands around the steering wheel.
No, today's supposed to be different.
Today was about letting go, not obsessing over the hectic chaos of the weeks behind her.
She didn't even want to dwell on that.
It was finally the end of the week—and that was what she should focus on. Today was all about giving herself the break she so desperately needed.
That's all that mattered now.
With that thought in mind, her radiant smile returned—just in time, too.
"Your destination is to your left," the GPS announced. Hinata whipped her head to the left so quickly that it nearly snapped, her eyes darting back and forth until she spotted it.
"Happy Endings."
Her heart did a little flip inside her chest.
There it was—the massage parlor, standing alone and framed beautifully by the soft pink petals of blooming sakura trees. Above the entrance, an illuminated sign elegantly spelled out "Happy Endings" on a finely crafted wooden board, its glow cutting softly through the dimming light of the setting sun.
The building itself was a warm brown structure, its windows tucked behind gentle, pale wooden sliding shutters. Below the sign were expansive glass panels, and Hinata noticed they were slightly fogged, likely from the warmth inside.
"Hm, quaint," She murmured, a delighted smile curling at her plump lips. The parlor sat on a small, well-maintained lot, and while a few cars were already parked, it wasn't crowded—just enough to tell her this little gem was a favorite among the locals.
It was yet another reassuring sign that "Happy Endings" was exactly where she needed to be.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Hinata guided her car into the parking lot and carefully selected a spot to ease into. Once she parked, she switched off the engine and slumped back in her seat, letting the quiet wash over her for a moment.
Just for a moment.
Hinata took another deep breath.
This was it—her moment to finally treat herself to her very first massage.
In a burst of excitement, she sprung up in her seat and broke into a little shimmy dance right there in the car.
"Yas, I'm really doing this!" Hinata squealed to herself, the excitement bubbling over. She knew it might seem a bit childish—if anyone happened to see her shimmying around in her car, they'd probably think she'd lost her mind.
But at that moment, she couldn't care less.
The mere thought of finally treating herself, actually prioritizing self-care, had her heart racing. She felt empowered, beyond belief.
And she couldn't help but squeal again with joy.
'Fingers crossed that everything turns out perfectly.' She mused with glee. With that hopeful thought in mind, she grabbed her purse and keys, swung open the car door, and finally stepped out into the cool, evening breeze.
●・○・●・○・●
Hinata swung open the heavy wooden door of Happy Endings, and a gentle bell chimed above, announcing her arrival.
Steeping inside, her lavender eyes roamed around, first catching the flicker of artfully placed candles, then drifting upward to see delicate lanterns hanging overhead, casting playful shadows on the immaculate white walls and plush brown furniture.
The reception area.
Somewhere in the background, she could hear the soothing strains of gentle piano music playing, flowing seamlessly with the delicate trickle of water from a nearby fountain.
It was perfect.
Exactly what she had imagined stepping into a massage parlor.
Right then, she was already giving Happy Endings major props; she felt truly welcomed. And as she looked around, everything was impeccably clean—another good sign.
Hinata took a sniff at the air, and the scent that greeted her was exactly what she had hoped for. The sweet aroma of incense floated around her, clean and pure, like melted vanilla, instantly soothing her senses.
Making her way to the front desk, she noticed an ornate wooden counter where a statuesque woman with neatly pinned grey hair sat. The receptionist's piercing emerald eyes met hers as she glanced up from a ledger, a welcoming smile spreading across her face.
"Welcome to Happy Endings," She greeted warmly, "I'm Mabui. How may I assist you today?"
Hinata's fingers tightened slightly around the strap of her purse, nerves fluttering in her chest.
"Hi, Mabui-san," She said softly, "I have an appointment scheduled for 6:30 p.m."
Mabui turned gracefully in her chair and began scrolling through her computer. After a brief pause, she looked up with a friendly smile.
"Hinata Hyūga, correct?"
"Hai, that's me," Hinata replied softly.
"Wonderful! Is this your first time visiting us by any chance?" Mabui asked, her eyes crinkling with genuine interest.
Hinata nodding slightly, nervously twirling a strand of her long, midnight blue hair around her finger, "Hai… it's my first time," She admitted softly, her voice barely above a murmur.
The moment those words left her lips, Mabui's expression brightened instantly. Her features softened with warmth, and a wide, beaming smile stretched across her caramel-toned face.
"Oh, how exciting!" Mabui practically gushed, her excitement spilling over like warm honey, "We're absolutely thrilled to have you here, Hinata-san. There's nothing we love more than welcoming new visitors!"
Hinata couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, the corners of her lips tugging upward her nerves loosening just a little.
Mabui's enthusiasm was downright infectious, filling the space between them with a warmth that eased some of the tension knotting in Hinata's chest. There was something about the grey-haired receptionist that put her at ease—like she was talking to an old friend rather than checking in for an appointment.
It was…comforting.
Mabui clasped her hands together, tilting her head slightly, "So, how are you feeling today, darling?" She asked, her voice gentle but curious.
Hinata let out a quiet breath, finally releasing the strand of hair she had been absentmindedly twisting between her fingers, gently tucking it behind her ear.
"Well.." She murmured, glancing down for a brief second before offering a small, sheepish smile, "I'm a little nervous… but mostly excited. I've never done anything like this before."
Mabui let out a soft, knowing chuckle, waving a hand in reassurance, "Oh, that's completely normal, Hinata-san. Your first time can feel a little overwhelming, but trust me—you're in excellent hands. We always strive to make sure our guests feel right at home."
Rolling slightly in her chair, Mabui continued, "Now, let's get you checked in, shall we?" She pointed to a sign-in sheet on the counter and handed Hinata a pen.
"Just sign here," She said with a friendly smile, "Once you're finished, go ahead and make yourself comfortable in our lounge—just over there." She motioned to her right, where a cute sign labeled "Lounging Area" hung from the ceiling, swaying ever so slightly.
Hinata hummed softly, giving a small nod of acknowledgment.
"I'll let you know when Naruto-san is ready for your session," Mabui reassured her, her warm smile remaining constant, never faltering for even a moment.
Turning back to the counter, Hinata reached for the pen, her fingers tightening around it as she quickly signed her name on the sheet. The motion was quick—almost too quick—her excitement getting the best of her, making her strokes a little sloppier than usual.
She exhaled softly, willing her hand to steady, but it was useless. The anticipation was impossible to ignore, tingling in her fingertips, curling in her stomach, making her handwriting a touch messier than she would have liked.
Still, she pressed on, finishing the last loop of her signature with a final flourish before setting the pen down with a quiet clink against the counter. Once she finished, she glanced up just in time to see Mabui sliding a clipboard toward her, a few neatly stacked forms clipped securely at the top.
"These are our consent forms," Mabui explained smoothly, "You should have already signed them when you booked your appointment online, but we keep a physical copy here just as a precaution. Go ahead and read through them carefully, please."
Hinata blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but quickly reached out to take the clipboard.
"Oh, okay," She murmured, her fingers running along the edges of the papers as she skimmed the fine print.
"Arigato, Mabui-san."
"Of course, take your time," Mabui said kindly, "If you have any questions, I'm right here. And if you need anything—a bottle of water, a little snack, or even a towel—everything is available in our lounge and ready for you to enjoy. Also..."
Mabui reached for a small, elegantly designed pamphlet resting on the counter, her manicured fingers gliding over its glossy cover before setting it down on the clipboard cradled in Hinata's arms.
"Here's a handy guide outlining the services we offer here," She said smoothly, her emerald eyes glinting with amusement. Then, with a playful wink, she added, "Also it can act as a little refresher—especially for the treatment you selected."
Hinata accepted it with a grateful smile, her fingers skimming the edges as she held it close.
"Thank you," She murmured, just about to turn away when—
"Oh, and Hinata-san?"
Mabui's voice stopped her mid-step.
"Hm?" Hinata blinked, glancing back over her shoulder.
Mabui was leaning over the counter now, her arms folded, an unreadable smirk curling at her lips—one that didn't quite sit well with Hinata.
"And I must say," the grey haired receptionist purred, tilting her head slightly, "you made a fantastic choice picking Naruto-san as your masseur."
Hinata's breath hitched, her fingers twitching around the clipboard in her hands.
Mabui's smirk deepened, and with a slow, seductive shimmy in her chair, she added, "He'll treat you real nice."
Hinata's entire body ignited.
A squeak—an actual, audible squeak—escaped her lips much to her utter embarrassment.
Oh, kami.
Heat rushed to her cheeks so fast she thought she might faint right there on the spot. Bowing her head in a desperate attempt to hide her flustered expression, she muttered a rushed, breathless, "A-Arigato," before making the quickest escape of her life.
Her feet carried her toward the lounge in record time, her heart hammering against her ribs.
It was nothing.
Mabui was just teasing. Right?
Right…?
She bit her lip, shaking the thought off—or at least she tried to. But thankfully, before it could spiral any further, something else quickly stole her attention.
The lounge.
The moment she stepped inside, her eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise.
The space was just as cozy as the reception area—if not cozier—like walking into the inviting warmth of someone's personal living room.
Soft, plush brown couches lined the walls, each one adorned with an array of decorative pillows and neatly draped throw blankets that practically called to her. A few guests were already nestled into them, lounging with their eyes closed or flipping lazily through magazines.
Candles were scattered everywhere, their soft, flickering glow giving the room an extra warm vibe just like the reception area. In the far corner, a small TV was mounted on the wall, its screen displaying a Japanese cooking show.
Hinata's gaze flicked toward it absentmindedly—until she recognized it.
Rokuhoudou: Colorful Days.
A small smile tugged at her lips.
She had watched that show before—its soothing aesthetic and cozy storytelling had always been a comfort to her. Something about the way the men brewed coffee and prepared traditional sweets with such care in their cafe made her feel at peace.
Food was her comfort, after all. That includes food shows too.
But before she got too caught up in watching, her attention shifted again.
In the center of the lounge sat a neatly arranged table, stacked with an assortment of magazines and informational packets from the parlor—perfect for passing the time while waiting.
Her eyes then landed on a mini-fridge nestled against the wall, its glass door revealing rows of bottled water, iced coffee, herbal teas, and a variety of other refreshments. On top, a selection of snacks was carefully arranged in small, decorative bowls—crisp senbei rice crackers, zesty wasabi peas, and neatly lined packs of Pocky, their colorful packaging catching her eye.
Of course, Hinata couldn't resist the lure of food.
She strolled over, helped herself to a bottle of water, a pack of Pocky, and a handful of senbei crackers, then joined the three other visitors lounging nearby. Settling into her seat, she spent her time happily nibbling on her snack while skimming through the consent forms and the massage parlor packet she was given.
Time slipped away without her even noticing, and before Hinata knew it, two of the other visitors had been called for their sessions, leaving the lounge quieter than before. Still nestled in her seat, she absentmindedly nibbled on a cracker, her fingers flipping through the massage packet resting in her lap.
"Deep tissue," She murmured under her breath, her eyes scanning the description with mild curiosity.
She turned the page.
"Swedish," She whispered next, her voice barely above a breath as she skimmed the details. Page after page, she continued, taking her time—until her fingers froze mid-turn.
Her breath hitched.
There it was.
A section marked in elegant, curling script: Happy Endings.
Her massage selection.
Her lavender eyes skimmed the description, reading it over carefully. But it wasn't the title that caught her attention.
No.
It was that word again—bolded, standing out above the rest. Erotic.
Hinata stared, her throat suddenly dry.
Wait.
What…?
"Hinata Hyūga?"
The sound of her name cut clean through the quiet lull of the lounge, disrupting the gentle murmur of the television and the soothing trickle of the water fountain.
"Eeeek!" She squeaked, jolting upright. Her head snapped up so violently she almost saw stars, whiplash be damned, her breath catching somewhere between her lungs and throat. Her wide, startled eyes darted across the room, frantically searching for the source of the voice.
And the moment she spotted the culprit, her heart skipped a beat.
Oh. My. Kami.
There, standing in the open doorway of the lounge, clipboard in hand, was him.
Naruto Uzumaki.
Her chosen masseur.
Her breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as an unexpected rush of warmth crawled up her spine.
There he was.
The same man whose face was plastered all over Happy Endings' website, boasting a flawless five-star rating and glowing reviews praising his "heavenly touch" and "unmatched expertise." The very same man she had shamelessly ogled—the one responsible for her booking this appointment in the first place.
And now, seeing him in person?
He was absolutely breathtaking.
More so than she ever could have imagined.
His blonde hair was styled just as neatly as in the photos, strands brushed back, revealing every sharp, chiseled angle of his face. He was dressed in crisp white scrubs, the color standing out against his tanned skin. The fabric was loose but did little to hide the definition of his toned body.
And those eyes.
Even from across the room, they were striking—a piercing, ocean-blue, framed by dark lashes.
He looked every bit the professional, but there was an undeniable ruggedness to him, something effortless about the way he carried himself.
Something that made Hinata's pulse skip violently.
For a moment too long, she just sat there like an idiot, staring, too stunned to move. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she watched him scan the room, flipping through his clipboard, eyes flicking over the other guests with a casual confidence.
"Hinata Hyūga? Do we have a Hinata Hyūga here?"
That snapped her out of it.
"Oh—shoot, that's me!" She whispered under her breath, springing to her feet so quickly she almost knocked over the pamphlet in her lap.
"Yes! That's me!" She called, her voice bubbling with excitement and just a hint of embarrassment.
Naruto's head turned sharply, his lips curling into a broad, easygoing grin the moment his eyes met hers.
"Ah—there she is!" He let out a warm chuckle, playfully tapping his clipboard against his palm before pointing at her, "You were hiding from me, Hinata-san."
Hinata's face burned.
"Oh no! I just—got a little caught up," She laughed nervously, hurriedly gathering her things. She quickly stuffed her snack, the bottle of water, and the massage packet into her purse, before reaching for the forms.
Before she could grab them, Naruto lifted a hand in a casual beckon.
"You can bring those with you," He said with a nod, "If you have any questions while you finish looking them over, feel free to ask."
His voice.
Kami, his voice.
Smooth like melted butter.
Hinata swallowed, offering a small nod as she picked up the clipboard, clutching it against her chest, "Oh, um—actually, I already filled everything out online, so…" Her words trailed off as she glanced up at him, unsure if she needed to do anything else.
Naruto's lips curled into a grin, eyes gleaming with approval, "Perfect! That means we can get things rolling then," He said, then pointed at the clipboard of forms in her possession, "You can leave that there on the table, I'll have someone come by and confiscate it shortly.
Hinata nodded, setting the clipboard back down on the table.
Naruto stepped back slightly, gesturing for her to follow.
Hinata managed a small, shy smile in return before she did just that—slipping toward the open door he held for her. Once she stepped through and the door softly closed behind her, the blonde masseur turned to greet her properly, extending his hand.
For a split second, Hinata hesitated—but then, she reached out, her fingers slipping into his.
His grip was firm, warm, steady.
Hinata's heart was pounding so hard she almost forgot to breathe.
Because—oh, kami—his hand was in hers.
Big. Warm. Strong.
Thick, blue veins traced along his tanned skin, his fingers easily dwarfing hers.
She couldn't look away.
Her breath hitched as he gave her hand a gentle rock, his thumb grazing over her knuckles so naturally, that her body responded before her mind could catch up.
A simple handshake.
But why did it feel like so much more?
His touch was already doing something to her, his fingers easing the tension from her knuckles, smoothing out stress she hadn't even realized she was carrying.
Like it was second nature to him.
Like he already knew exactly how to take care of her.
"It's so nice to meet you, Hinata-san," Naruto greeted, blsessing her ears with that voice of his again. So smooth and warm—everything she wasn't prepared for.
"As you probably know, I'm Naruto Uzumaki—the owner of Happy Endings and the head massage therapist here."
And then—finally—he let go.
Hinata's fingers twitched, tingling with the warmth he left behind, still buzzing from the lingering press of his palm against hers.
"Since it's your first time with us," Naruto continued, flipping open his clipboard, "do you have any questions or concerns so far?"
Hinata barely heard him.
She was still stuck on his hands.
The same hands that—soon—would be working their magic on her body.
Touching her.
Cupping her.
Massaging her.
Her lips parted, her throat tightening, her mind spiraling far too fast in a direction she hadn't anticipated.
And Naruto just stood there.
Waiting.
Expecting an answer.
Oh, kami.
She needed to get it together.
"Mmm…" Hinata murmured, barely able to string words together, but then she caught the sound of his soft chuckle.
Embarrassment fluttered through her, and she quickly snapped out of it, her cheeks burning bright red.
"I—I mean, yes, I do have a few questions," She stammered, desperately trying to regain her composure—to erase that embarrassing little sound she had just made from existence.
Her fingers fidgeted against the strap of her purse, her brain scrambling for something—anything—to shift the focus.
"Also, thank you for giving me this opportunity, and—"
Hinata dipped into a polite bow, her hands nervously smoothing over the fabric of her skirt as she forced a shy but genuine smile.
"It's really great to finally meet you, Naruto-san."
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, rich and warm.
"Aww, you're gonna make a grown man blush," He teased, shaking his head with an easy grin, "You're really sweet, Hinata-san, but," his smirk tilted, "there's no need for any formality."
His gaze flickered over her, his smile warming up.
"I'm here for you, not the other way around."
Hinata bit her lip.
Oh, if only he knew…
In a way, she was here for him.
Sort of.
Maybe just a little.
…Okay, maybe a lot.
The mere thought sent a flutter through her stomach, and before she could rein it in, her shoulders stiffened as she straightened from her bow, standing tall once more.
Naruto caught it instantly.
His sharp blue eyes flickered with knowing amusement, his head tilting slightly as he studied her reaction like she was a puzzle he was itching to figure out.
"Aww, Hinata-san," He drawled, "Relax."
His smirk softened just a fraction, just enough to make her heart trip over itself.
"This is your time. Your session," He reminded her, voice dipping lower, smoother. "You don't have to be so stiff with me, sweetheart."
Hinata nearly choked on air.
Sweetheart.
Oh, no.
She wasn't ready.
Not for that.
Not for him.
Her lips parted, but nothing came out.
Absolutely nothing.
Just the relentless pounding of her heart in her ears, drowning out every coherent thought she had left.
"O-Oh…" was all she managed, a breathless, pathetic little whimper.
Naruto let out another amused chuckle.
He took a casual step around her, then tilted his head toward the hallway, gesturing with a flick of his fingers.
"Come, Hinata-san," He murmured, that damn smirk still in place.
"Follow me.
His shoes made a steady, confident thump as he guided her onward, each step echoing softly against the glazed wooden floor. Every sound—the soft creak of the boards, the gentle rustle of his uniform as he moved, even the faint tap of his clipboard against his palm—seemed heightened, magnified by the stillness around them.
Hinata followed, her lashes fluttering as she stole secret glances at him from the corner of her eye.
Ahead, the hallway was dimly lit, a long, narrow corridor lined with closed massage rooms on either side. Lanterns flickered above, their soft golden glow reflecting off the pristine walls. The air was filled with the scent of warm vanilla and lavender, a nice and calming scent—and yet, her heart refused to settle.
Every step forward sent a fresh pulse of anticipation through Hinata, her heart racing, tightening, twisting.
And then—Naruto stopped.
He gestured toward an open doorway, stepping aside with a relaxed nod, "This room's all yours," He said, motioning for her to enter, his clipboard resting casually against his forearm.
Hesitantly, Hinata stepped inside.
The moment she did, her breath caught in her throat.
The room was… breathtaking. Private. Intimate.
A warm, golden glow filled the dimly lit room, the lanterns above casting a gentle spotlight on the massage table in the center. It was draped in crisp, freshly pressed white sheets, with a stack of neatly folded towels resting at the foot, practically calling out to her.
The entire space was designed for pure tranquility—soft, neutral tones of beige, cream, and warm browns. Graceful bamboo plants in round pots stood tall in each corner—an addition to the room Hinata found particularly beautiful.
A sleek countertop lined the far wall, showcasing an array of oils and lotions, their delicate glass bottles gleaming under the soft candlelight.
Just beside it, a small sink sat nestled between carefully arranged décor—a vase filled with fresh flowers, a glowing salt lamp, and a trio of scented candles.
Then… there was the scent.
Hinata inhaled deeply, the rich notes of citrus and amber swirling in the air, but something else overtook it.
Him.
The moment Naruto stepped in behind her, his cologne rushed in and dominated the small space—a deep, intoxicating blend of sandalwood and spice.
Rich. Warm. Undeniably masculine.
Her breath hitched.
Kami, he was already too much.
"Take a seat for me," Naruto instructed, waving his clipboard over towards the massage table.
Hinata hesitated yet again, fingers fidgeting with the strap of her purse, before obeying. As she walked past him, she caught another subtle whiff of his cologne—stronger now, closer. It was the kind of scent that lingered, the kind that made it dangerously hard to focus.
Naruto followed her inside, his movements fluid, relaxed as he closed the door behind them with a soft click.
She took slow, tentative steps toward the massage table, her fingers brushing over the pristine white sheets before settling herself at the edge.
This was it.
In just a few moments, she would be right here, stretched out beneath his touch, his hands.
The thought sent a wave of nervous excitement through her, her stomach tightening, her pulse thrumming in her ears. But she barely had time to dwell on it before she heard the rush of water.
Naruto had moved to the sink, rolling up the sleeves of his white uniform, revealing strong, tanned forearms, corded with lean muscle. He turned on the faucet, letting the heat build before pumping a generous amount of soap into his hands.
"Alright," He murmured, rubbing his palms together, creating a rich lather, "Before we get started, let's go over those questions of yours," He glanced over his shoulder at her, a teasing smirk playing at his lips.
"Hm?"
Hinata's mouth gaped slightly, her fingers gripping the edge of the table just a little tighter.
Kami.
How was she supposed to think clearly when he looked like that?
Hinata let out a deep breath, attempting to steady herself.
Just ask. Just ask and get it over with.
"U-Um…" She started, her voice wobbling a little too high, "I was wondering—could you explain what makes the Happy Ending massage different from the others?"
The words came out too fast, tumbling over each other like they were trying to escape her mouth before she could change her mind.
And then, for some godforsaken reason, she kept talking.
"It's, uh… kind of embarrassing, but this is actually my first massage. Ever."
For a moment—just a fraction of a second—Naruto froze.
His hands hovered under the running water, shoulders stiffening as if he had just heard the most absurd thing in the world. Then, with a quick flick of his wrist, he shut the sink off, a little too aggressively, and whipped around so fast she half-expected him to give himself whiplash.
"Did you just say—?" His voice pitched up slightly, eyebrows shooting sky-high, "Your first massage?"
He shook his head in disbelief, "You're messing with me."
Hinata shrank back slightly, feeling ridiculously called out, "I—um—no?"
Naruto squinted at her as he reached for a towel, drying his damp hands, "Nah. No way. A grown woman like you, never had a massage before? That's illegal. That should be illegal."
Hinata let out a small, nervous laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, well… unfortunately, no. I've just never had the time," She admitted, shifting slightly on the table, "I work as a marketing analyst—which is really just a fancy way of saying I sit at a desk all day, hunched over a computer."
Naruto winced playfully, shaking his head, "Oh no, your poor back. That's so tragic, Hinata-san."
"Oh yes, truly tragic," Hinata sighed dramatically, rubbing her lower back for emphasis, "I'd love to tell you otherwise, but honestly—my back gave up on me years ago."
Naruto's lips twitched, and then—he laughed.
A deep, rich chuckle slipped from his lips, warming the space and her heart along with it.
Hinata let out a soft, breathy laugh of her own, her shoulders relaxing just a bit—especially after realizing she had managed to make the ridiculously handsome blonde laugh.
Like, oh my gosh, what?!
She hadn't expected to feel this comfortable so quickly, but something about Naruto's easygoing nature made it impossible not to.
"I just—I don't know," Hinata admitted, gesturing vaguely with her hands, "I figured it was about time I actually did something for myself for once. Then I stumbled across your website, read through the services, and thought, 'Maybe a massage is what I need.'"
Naruto hummed, nodding as he leaned back against the counter, arms crossing over his broad chest, "Hmm, so basically, you were drowning in work, at your wit's end, and in desperate need of some proper relief, yeah?"
Hinata's face heated instantly, "Well—!" She choked, flailing for words before groaning and covering her face with both hands, "Okay, yes! That basically sums it up."
Naruto let out a satisfied chuckle, pushing off the counter, "Well, in that case, let me be the first to say—you made an excellent decision coming here."
He gestured broadly to the room, arms extended, "Welcome to the world of relaxation, hun."
His grin stretched wider, "And just for the record—" He paused, tilting his head slightly, those soft baby blue eyes locking onto hers.
"I really appreciate you sharing that with me, Hinata-san."
Hinata beamed, cheeks flushing redder, "O-Of course."
For a brief moment, Naruto just stared her, his expression shifting—not just playful now, but genuinely… intrigued. There was something almost thoughtful in the way his eyes lingered on her, like he replaying the words she said over in his head.
He hummed in amusement.
"Now, about that question of yours…" He began, snapping himself out of his thoughts, "The Happy Ending massage option we have available here is… well, let's just say it's in a category of its own."
Hinata bit her lip, her heartbeat stuttering.
Oh.
The way he said it, the way his voice dropped just a little, made something deep in her chest tighten. She wasn't sure if it was anticipation, nervousness, or just the lingering effect of him thanking her so casually earlier, like she had shared something special. Like he actually cared.
It made her want to kick her feet, and giggle into her hands like a silly, silly schoolgirl.
"It's more erotic, more intimate…" Naruto went on, watching for her reaction.
Hinata caught it—the tail end of what he said, anyway.
Her lips parted slightly, a breath hitching in her throat as her mind whirled, catching up to what he was saying.
"Now, don't get me wrong," He continued, his tone as easygoing as ever, "it still works just like a deep tissue massage."
He lifted a hand, gesturing casually as he spoke, "I'll be working through every muscle—your neck, shoulders, arms, back, legs…" His gaze briefly swept over her, as if mentally charting every spot he'd touch, every area he'd press and knead.
"Loosening up every knot, releasing all that built-up tension you've been carrying."
Hinata nodded slowly, her mind grasping for some sense of normalcy in his explanation.
That… that didn't sound bad.
She did need a deep tissue massage.
Her job had her sitting for hours on end, her muscles locked up so tightly she barely remembered what it felt like to be relaxed.
So that seemed exactly what she needed.
But then, she looked up and noticed the blonde masseur's smirk changed.
Not drastically.
Just slightly.
His gaze turned a shade darker, something undeniably suggestive flashing behind his blue eyes.
"But the key difference of the Happy Ending massage option," He continued, his voice dipping lower, "is at the very end of your session."
Hinata's brows furrowed, confusion flashing across her face.
"The end?"
Naruto chuckled softly.
"Hai. At the very end—especially for you—" His eyes locked onto hers, unwavering, "I'm going to wrap it all up with something…special." He paused, just for a second.
"A sweet release. A proper orgasm."
Hinata froze.
Her brain completely short-circuited.
Did he—
Did he just—
Did she hear that correctly?
Her face went up in flames, her fingers clenching her purse strap as tight as she could, the only thing keeping her grounded, reminding her that this was real. That she was, in fact, awake.
"O-O-Orgasm?!" She squeaked, her voice pitching so high she barely recognized it.
Naruto's grin only widened.
"That's right, Hinata-san."
Casual.
Nonchalant.
As if he had just told her the sky was blue.
Hinata gawked at him, completely and utterly shocked beyond belief.
She wanted to deny she heard him correctly.
She wanted to ask if this was some kind of joke.
She wanted to faint on the damn spot.
This is what she signed up for?
This is what 'Happy Ending' meant?
All this time?!
How could she have been so reckless?!
Twice—that word, erotic, had flashed before her eyes. Twice, she had seen it, registered it… and yet, each time, she brushed it off, convincing herself it was just part of the all-inclusive massage experience she had conjured up in her head.
She knew she had seen it.
And yet, instead of stopping to question it, instead of reading between the lines like any rational person would, she let her excitement get the best of her—rushing headfirst into booking the session without a second thought.
Too hasty. Too quick.
Now, sitting here, her pulse hammering, reality finally sinking its claws in, she could hardly believe it.
What had she gotten herself into?
All the while, as she spiraled deeper into the chaos of her own thoughts, Naruto remained where he was—calm, composed, waiting. His smirk lingered, his sharp blue eyes watching her every reaction with quiet amusement.
But then—
His smile began to fade.
Slowly, that teasing smirk softened, replaced by something more cautious, more observant. His head tilted slightly, his blonde brows drawing together as he took in her silence, her stiff posture, the way her fingers had gone white-knuckled around her purse strap.
His hands lowered, the playful edge in his demeanor slipping just a little.
"…You okay, Hinata-san?"
His voice was gentler now, his gaze carefully scanning her face for any signs of discomfort.
"If this isn't something you're comfortable with, we can make adjustments." He offered, his voice steady, reassuring, "Just remember, this session is all about helping you relax, not adding to your stress."
Hinata blinked, her mouth opening and closing, her pulse still racing. And then—before she could even think, before she could stop herself—
"No, no—I want it."
The words just…tumbled out.
What. The. Hell.
Naruto's brows lifted slightly, his smirk making a slow return.
"…Oh?"
That single word carried so much weight, dragging heat all the way down Hinata's spine.
Oh?
OH?!
Hinata's heart slammed against her ribs, realization crashing down on her far too late.
What the hell had she just agreed to?
Her mouth opened, as if to take it back—to retract the words—but the way Naruto was looking at her, studying her so intently, made the thought die on her tongue.
Especially with him looking so fine.
Kami.
This would be any woman's dream, wouldn't it? To be pampered by a man this strong, this handsome? To have those skilled hands of his gliding over her body, rubbing her down, taking care of her?
He was built for this. Trained for this.
And… if she was being honest… she secretly wanted it.
More than she should.
More than she—
Wait—what?! What the hell was she thinking?!
Her face grew redder and redder, blinking, waiting for him to… say something. Anything.
Naruto hummed, low, considering.
And with that—he broke the silence.
"Well, alright then."
His smirk returned.
"But before we officially move forward, there are a few things we need to go over first."
He pushed himself off the counter, moving with that same easy confidence, grabbing his clipboard and flipping it open.
"First off, let's talk comfort levels."
Hinata inhaled sharply, gripping the fabric of her skirt, feeling the heat pulse through her entire body.
Comfort levels?
Oh kami.
"This section requires you to be a little more open with me, Hinata-san," Naruto continued smoothly, flicking through the forms, "That means skin-to-skin contact. Now, you don't have to be completely naked if that makes you uncomfortable. Most of my clients—" He paused, looking at her pointedly, "—especially first-timers—keep their underwear on. Totally up to you."
Hinata's brain short-circuited. Again.
Naked.
Naked?!
Oh.
She had not thought this through.
Her fingers twitched, "I… I can keep my underwear on?"
Naruto nodded, his expression remaining completely professional despite the nature of the discussion—a skill in itself, "Of course. This is all about what makes you comfortable."
Hinata exhaled slowly, feeling at least somewhat relieved.
Then, Naruto's voice dipped lower.
"Though, if you want the full experience, skin-to-skin contact allows me to work deeper into the muscle tissue. It helps with circulation, tension relief, and overall relaxation. The less restriction, the better the results."
Hinata swallowed hard.
Circulation. Tension relief. Relaxation.
Okay. Okay, that all sounded… reasonable.
Logical.
Totally not like she was about to get stripped down and touched in ways she'd never been touched before.
Right?
But then…
That naughty little voice deep in the back of her mind whispered temptingly.
Would that be so bad?
To experience his hands gliding over every inch of her body? To have those strong fingers kneading into her skin, pressing into all the places that ached?
To finally, finally satisfy those intimate cravings she had been forced to repress?
Naruto glanced up at her, curious but patient, "Still with me?"
Hinata nodded stiffly, her pulse pounding in her ears, "Y-Yeah… still with you."
"Good."
She swallowed hard, then, in a barely audible whisper, murmured, "I-I'd like to keep my underwear on, please."
Naruto gave a simple nod, "Alrighty."
He jotted something down on the clipboard before glancing back up at her.
"So, next, I will use a variety of oils during the session, all tailored to your needs. Some focus on deep relaxation, others on muscle recovery, and some—" His smirk twitched at the corner, "—heighten sensitivity."
Hinata felt her entire body lock up.
Heighten. Sensitivity.
What the hell did that mean?!
Naruto, clearly picking up on her internal struggle, let out a low chuckle, "I'll go with whatever you're comfortable with," He assured her smoothly, "And I'll let you know exactly which oil I'm using before I apply it. But if you're unsure…" His smirk deepened slightly, "I can always mix a custom blend—one that covers everything. Keeps things… interesting."
Hinata didn't trust herself to speak, so she just nodded again, her throat too dry to function properly.
"Alright," Naruto continued, completely at ease as he flipped to the next page, "Last thing—orgasm control."
Hinata nearly choked on her own saliva.
"O-O-Orgasm control?!"
Naruto grinned, tapping the pen against his clipboard, "Yup. You have two options here."
He held up a single finger.
"One: You let it happen naturally. I work you up, and when your body decides it's ready, you let it all go."
Hinata gaped at him.
She wanted to interrupt—to say something—but he held up a second finger.
"Two: You hold back until I give you permission."
Hinata made a sound.
It was somewhere between a squeak and a wheeze, but it definitely didn't sound human.
Naruto's grin only widened.
"That one's my personal favorite, but, again, all up to you."
Hinata just sat there, her lips slightly parted, completely and utterly at a loss for words. This was so much more than she expected—so much more intense than she ever could've imagined.
She had only intended to get a simple, straightforward massage.
And now this…
She couldn't even breathe.
Her heart pounded so rapidly it was starting to scare her, her thoughts tangling into a frantic mess.
It wasn't just about the massage anymore.
No.
This was more than that. So much more.
This was self-care. Attention. Intimacy.
Everything she had denied herself for years.
It was all right here.
In one session.
With him.
Right then and there, that naughty, reckless part of her came rushing back in again.
It whispered—no, it purred in her ear.
"Do it."
"Let go."
"Treat yourself, girl."
And for once—just once—Hinata wanted to listen to it. She had spent her entire life playing it safe, following the rules, sticking to routine.
Always composed. Always responsible. Always predictable.
Never risky.
Never self-indulgent.
And for what?
For what?!
For years of pent-up frustration? Of loneliness?
For a life where she never once let herself chase desire?
No.
Not this time.
This was her chance—her moment—to take something for herself.
To do something wild.
Something reckless.
Something that made her feel alive.
She had come here to take a break from the norm.
To let go.
To finally, finally stop thinking so damn much.
And the answer was right in front of her.
Blonde. Blue-eyed. Smirking like he already knew exactly what was running through her mind.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself.
Then, slowly, deliberately—
She lifted her chin and met his gaze.
"…Okay."
Naruto's smirk widened.
"Yeah?" He stated, more as a confirmation than a question.
Hinata bit her lip, her nerves all over the place, before finally nodding.
"Yeah. Let's do it."
Naruto's grin broadened, flashing those stupidly perfect pearly whites—up close and personal—in a way that made her stomach flip and her womanhood clench in anticipation.
Kami.
She had never been so aware of her own body before.
It was ridiculous.
"That's the spirit," He praised, his approval as warm as it was reassuring. "I promise, you won't regret it, sweetheart."
Sweetheart.
There it was again—that pet name, slipping so effortlessly from his lips.
Hinata barely stifled a whimper, clutching her legs tightly together, desperately willing herself to stay composed.
Naruto's eyes flicked to her midnight blue hair, and he tilted his head, "First, let's start by putting up your hair. It's beautiful, by the way."
Hinata blinked, caught off guard, "Eh?"
"Your hair. The color." He smirked, moving toward one of the counters, grabbing something, "It's unique… kinda mesmerizing, actually."
Hinata's face turned red.
Before she could even process the compliment, Naruto was already in front of her, his strong hands reaching toward her.
"May I?"
She nodded quickly, her embarrassment spiking.
Of course, she had forgotten to put her hair up before coming here. Who in their right mind forgets something so simple when going to a massage parlor?!
So embarrassing.
But then—
Her breath hitched the moment she felt him touch her.
Warm.
Firm.
His palms cradled the sides of her head, gathering the silky strands with practiced ease. His fingers skimmed the nape of her neck, collecting ever strand in those large hands of his, sending a shiver trailing down her spine. Every brush, every subtle tug as he gathered her hair into a loose bundle, was oddly intimate.
Kami.
She hadn't expected this to feel so… nice.
He was so close, his masculine scent wrapping around her making her head spin.
And it was just him fixing her hair.
What the hell was she going to do when he actually touched her?
"There we go," Naruto murmured, successfully twisting her hair up into a messy high bun, securing it with a hair tie.
Hinata exhaled the breath she didn't know she was holding.
He stepped back slightly, admiring his work.
"Looks good." He smirked. "Now, onto the next part."
He nodded toward the massage table, "Alright, go ahead and slip out of your clothes. Lie down for me—face down, head resting in the cushion." He instructed, motioning toward the head of the table.
Hinata froze.
Right.
She had agreed to this.
She had literally just said yes to this.
Her fingers twitched, her heart pounding, but Naruto's voice broke through her hesitation again—casual, reassuring, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
"I'm gonna step out for a moment to grab a few extra things for your session. No rush—take your time. When I get back, we'll get started." He gestured toward the counter, "Oh, and you can set your belongings over there if you'd like."
Hinata glanced down at her purse, nodding softly.
His smirk softened just a little, a flicker of something almost teasing behind his gaze, "Don't run away on me now, yeah?"
Hinata squeaked, gripping the hem of her skirt so tightly, she thought she might tear it.
Naruto chuckled, turning on his heel and heading for the door, his presence lingering in the room long after he had stepped out.
Hinata sat there in the silence, her mind spinning, replaying everything that had just unfolded, struggling to fully grasp the weight of her impulsive decision.
Her hands trembled.
Her entire body felt like it was on fire.
And now…
Now, she had to undress.
She covered her burning cheeks with both hands, squeezing her eyes shut as she kicked her legs in a flustered fit.
Kami help her.
Because she was so screwed.
●・○・●・○・●
Hinata exhaled deeply, her head resting against the plush, rounded cushion of the massage table, her face settling into the designated opening.
She was down to her underwear now—her finest set, ironically enough.
It wasn't something she had planned. She certainly hadn't woken up this morning thinking, 'Oh, today seems like a great day to wear my sexiest lingerie, just in case I end up half-naked in front of the most gorgeous man I've ever met.'
She groaned inwardly.
Who was she fooling?
Of course, she had. Of course, she planned it.
And now… here she was.
Half-naked. Face down on the table, waiting.
Her fingers tensed against the plush fabric beneath her, and she forced another breath through her nose.
Relax.
The room was calm, quiet, soothing—everything a massage parlor should be. Soft, tranquil music drifted through the air, blending with the gentle trickle of the water fountain built into the dark tiled wall.
The warmth from the flickering candles was nice against her skin at least, warm and heady, designed to lull her into relaxation.
And for a moment—just a moment—it worked.
She closed her eyes, letting the tension drain from her muscles, trying to focus on the peaceful ambiance.
The water.
The music.
The peace.
The soft, steady rhythm of her own breath.
But then—
She became aware of something else.
A new sound. A new rhythm.
The pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears, loud, unrelenting—drowning out the music, the fountain, everything.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her nerves coiled tighter.
Her body, despite the comfort of the table, remained on edge.
She couldn't get Naruto's words out of her head. Everything he had said, everything this massage entailed—it was nothing like what she had originally imagined when she recklessly booked the appointment.
Not even close.
This was… something else.
Something thrilling.
Something undeniably intimate.
Something she knew would be life-changing.
Once again, her mind began to scramble.
But just as she felt herself begin to lose it, just as she was starting to come to terms with how utterly exposed she was—
A knock at the door shattered the quiet.
Hinata stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.
"Hinata-san? Are ya ready, hun?"
That voice.
Naruto was back.
Hinata jolted upright, her head lifting from the cushion, heart hammering, "H-Hai! I—I'm ready!" She blurted, scrambling to press her face back down into position.
"Alrighty!"
The door clicked open.
Then came, footsteps.
Soft, steady, confident.
Each one sent her heart racing faster, thudding in sync with his approach.
And then—Naruto's voice.
"Good girl."
Hinata squeaked.
A literal, tiny squeak escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her entire body went rigid against the table, toes curling in mortification.
Oh, kami.
Did he just—
Was he—
He was messing with her, wasn't he?
It didn't help that he chuckled, the sound deep, amused, far too satisfied with himself.
"Relax, Hinata-san."
His voice was low, just as before, a warm murmur that sent a gentle shiver down her spine.
The door snapped shut behind him, sealing them off from the rest of the world.
Just the two of them now.
She heard the clink of bottles, the faint rustle of movement as he set something down on the counter closest to her.
"You're so tense, honey."
Hinata sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers curling into the soft fabric of the table beneath her.
But she couldn't move.
Not when she felt him so close.
Not when every hair on her body stood on edge, her skin prickling with the undeniable awareness of him.
He moved again.
Slow, measured steps, drawing closer—so close, she swore she felt the heat of his gaze trailing over her bare back, over the smooth curves of her body.
Her breath hitched, her stomach twisting as she imagined it—imagined him looking, taking her in, seeing her just in her underwear.
She sucked in a breath.
But then, his footsteps changed direction, striding away from her, this time toward the farthest counter. It was then, she heard the faint sound of liquid being poured, the crisp snap of a cap closing, the controlled whoosh of water running as he washed his hands again.
Her heart pounded against her ribs, her mind spiraling.
The anticipation coiled inside her, tight and heady.
Then she heard it.
The soft, muted slip of gloves being pulled on.
A quiet sigh left Naruto's lips, as if he were centering himself, rolling his shoulders, flexing his fingers.
She then heard more footsteps from him, and a brief shuffle of movement, and soon, something warm and weighty draped over her lower half. A towel, she realized, the fabric pressing lightly against her skin, a subtle barrier between her and complete exposure.
"Alright, sweetheart."
His voice. Deep. Right above her.
Close enough that she could feel the heat of his presence at her back.
"Let's begin."
Hinata swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut, her fingers gripping the soft cushion beneath her.
This was happening.
This was really happening.
Hinata barely had a second to brace herself before she felt it—
The first touch.
Warm. Firm. Good.
Gloved fingers pressed into her lower back, just beneath the delicate lace of her white lingerie, applying just enough pressure to make her suck in a sharp breath.
Naruto's hands were large, impossibly so, their weight pressing her down into the table, anchoring her in place as his fingers sank effortlessly into the tense muscles lining her spine.
"Now, if at any point something feels uncomfortable—if the pressure is too much—let me know immediately."
He kneaded his thumbs along her lower back, slow and measured, pressing down, circling, loosening the tension little by little.
"You can tell me with a word, a wiggle—hell, even raise your hand like we're in class. I'll adjust accordingly. Understood?"
Hinata shivered, her breath shaky.
"H-Hai." She practically squeaked that response out, feeling her face burn at how pathetic she must've sounded.
Naruto chuckled, a soft, amused hum vibrating through his chest.
"Good girl."
Hinata clamped her lips shut, her entire body locking up at those two words. Again.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
That should not have affected her.
She whimpered rather pathetically again.
But it didn't matter, more whimpers came out when she felt his fingers dug in deeper, rolling into the stiff muscles of her lower back, coaxing them into submission.
"Damn, sweetheart," Naruto murmured, his voice tinged with concern, his thumbs pressing up, gliding toward the base of her spine.
"You weren't kidding about needing this, huh?"
Hinata barely managed a response, too caught up in the heat of his palms, the firm, reassuring weight of his hands as they worked into her tense muscles—like a man who had done this a thousand times over.
His touch was practiced, skilled, but there was something else beneath it—something undeniably intimate. As if he wasn't just massaging her, but learning her, mapping out her body, committing every twitch, every shift, every breath that hitched in her throat to memory.
Noting which muscles held the most tension.
Which places needed extra care.
Where he would have to take his time.
And then—
Pressure.
His thumbs found a particularly stiff knot just over her lower trapezius, and he pressed down.
Just right.
Hinata arched slightly, an embarrassing whimper slipping free, her body betraying her, embarrassing her.
Naruto's grin was instant.
"Oh?"
His voice was pure amusement, his thumbs digging in deeper, rolling over the spot with practiced precision.
"Sensitive here, are we?"
Hinata bit her lip hard, gripping the fabric beneath her, "D-Don't tease me."
"Not teasing, sweetheart." His tone was too smug, too damn knowing as he continued kneading at the spot, feeling the way she squirmed beneath him.
"Just learning."
Hinata felt her breath hitch, her skin heating, a fresh wave of awareness rolling over her.
Was she even awake?
This had to be a dream.
And yet—his touch was too real.
The warmth of his hands, the firm drag of his gloved fingers, the way he seemed to know exactly how much pressure to use.
This was…new.
So, so new.
And then, just as she began to get hooked to the senstation, just as she began to fall in love, Naruto suddenly pulled away.
Hinata gasped, her body already protesting the loss of contact.
A soft clink followed—the sound of a bottle being uncapped.
She heard Naruto pour something, the quiet drizzle of liquid against his gloved palm.
"Let's start with something light."
Hinata shuddered, still feeling too dazed to respond.
Naruto rubbed his gloved hands together, warming the oil, before finally pressing them back onto her skin—
Warmth.
That was the first thing Hinata registered—the slow, rising heat of Naruto's gloved hands as they moved fluidly over her skin, spreading the oil in smooth, practiced strokes.
He started at her shoulders, where he used kneading motions—his thumbs sinking in, rolling deep into the taut muscles. He worked methodically, pressing in small, controlled circles, loosening the knots buried there.
"This one's lavender," The blonde masseur murmured, rolling his thumbs along her shoulder blades, then along her clavicle, "Good for relaxation… helps release all that built-up stress."
"Mmm," Hinata hummed softly, her eyes fluttering shut.
"I can already tell how much you needed this, sweetheart," Naruto mused, his fingers gliding effortlessly over her neck, smoothing across the tension like butter. He worked his way down, paddling over the taut muscles of her trapezius, rolling his thumbs along the knots nestled just beneath her shoulders, easing the tightness there.
"All this tension… Been working yourself too hard, huh?"
Hinata barely managed a response, her body already turning to putty under his hands.
The warmth of the oil.
The deep, rolling pressure of his palms.
His voice—so smooth, so meltingly soft—he was undoing her piece by piece.
She didn't trust herself to speak.
She barely trusted herself to breathe.
Hinata tried to suck in a slow breath, the firm, rhythmic motion of…whatever his hands was doing to her sending waves of relief through her entire body.
Then, his hands traveled lower.
Sliding over her upper back, Naruto shifted to effleurage—long, flowing strokes meant to stimulate circulation, his palms gliding seamlessly over her body, fingers spreading wide as he covered every inch of her skin.
The pressure was firm yet soothing, like waves lapping gently at the shore, her pale skin literally rippling beneath his skilled fingers as he worked, coaxing out every last trace of tension buried deep within her muscles.
And then—down further.
His fingertips drifted, slipping just beneath the strap of her bra.
A teasing, featherlight touch.
Like butterfly wings brushing against her skin.
His gloved fingers spread wide, clawing against the tender skin her bra strap covered.
Then, just as effortlessly, he slipped his fingers out, retreating from the strap—only to glide downward again, working his way over the small of her back.
His movements grew deeper, more intentional, switching to petrissage—slow, rolling kneads designed to break up stubborn knots. He worked past the surface tension, pressing into the deeper layers of muscle where the tightness ran the deepest, knowing here was where his focus was needed most.
Hinata shuddered, his name almost slipping from her lips, but she bit it back at the last second.
This was fine.
Totally fine.
Nothing inappropriate was happening.
Except that his hands were now lower—
Trailing along the gentle dip of her waist, pressing against the sensitive muscles just above her hips.
Her quadratus lumborum.
His thumbs worked in slow, steady circles, applying just the right amount of pressure to ease out all of that nasty tension. Then came his palms, smoothing over her backside, rolling deep into the soft flesh—a one-two punch of pure relief.
As he worked, his thumbs occasionally skimmed along the towel draped over her lower half, nudging it ever so slightly, causing it to slip along the upper curves of her ass—only for his touch to smoothly retreat, never lingering too long.
Hinata felt heat pool in her belly.
Goodness.
She was sinking, melting beneath his touch, like she was being carved out of wax, his hands molding her into something softer, lighter, looser.
She could barely keep her eyes open.
"Still doing alright, sweetheart?"
Naruto's voice was husky now, rich with something undeniably knowing, but he gave her the chance to speak—to tell him if she needed him to stop or adjust.
She could barely manage a response, her throat constricted too tightly for words to form. Instead, she lifted a shaky hand and offered him a small thumbs-up.
His chuckle was soft, indulgent, hot.
His hands dragged lower, fingers dipping into the crevice where her back met her waistline, working the oil deep into her skin.
"Good," He murmured, "Because we're just getting started."
And then, she felt his hands move away again.
She heard the quiet pop of another bottle being opened.
A new scent filled the air—earther, richer, deeper.
"This one is eucalyptus," Naruto explained, rubbing his palms together, the slick glide of his gloves producing a soft squeak. He then pressed his hands back onto her skin, "It's perfect for deep muscle relief. Works wonders on stubborn tension spots—like the ones you've got locked up right here."
His thumbs dugged back in, pressing deep into the muscles along her lower back, just above her hips.
Hinata let out a soft, shaky exhale, her body instinctively reacting, rising further into his hands as if silently begging for more.
Naruto's touch was precise, focused, targeting every problem area he had mapped out earlier—
The base of her neck, where her trapezius muscles held years of built-up stress.
The area between her shoulder blades, where tension had settled like a boulder.
The curve of her lower back, where hours of sitting at a desk had left her aching, stiff, and sore.
He took his time, working through every section of her backside. He expertly switched between deep, kneading strokes, precise pressure-point releases, and rhythmic, choppy presses that made her feel like she was floating.
Kami.
She could feel it.
Her worries, her tension, everything—just melting away.
Like sand slipping through her fingers.
"There we go," The blonde masseur murmured, his voice smooth as velvet. His fingers pressed into her left arm, methodically kneading out the tension—starting at her bicep, gliding down to her forearm, wrists, hand, and each delicate finger.
Then, he smoothly traced his way back up, reaching for her right arm to begin the sleep-inducing process all over again.
"Yeah, that's what I like to see." He mused, satisfaction lacing his tone.
"Ooh," Hinata whimpered, barely able to process his words through the sheer euphoria washing over her.
She had never experienced anything like this before.
Never been touched like this.
And certainly not by a man—not in a long time.
Her limbs felt light, her body loose, her mind drifting somewhere between consciousness and absolute surrender. Every stroke of his hands unraveled her further, leaving her pliant, melting into the table beneath her.
Naruto was…dangerous.
Too good at what he did.
Too skilled at making her feel like she belonged here, beneath his touch, under his control.
And in that moment, she realized—she never wanted this to end.
Her breath hitched, the heat in her belly curling tighter, as his hands continued their slow, masterful work over her oiled skin.
And then, she felt it.
A gentle tug at the band of her bra.
Hinata barely had time to process before Naruto's voice rumbled low and smooth above her.
"Is it okay if I unclip this?" His breath was warm, teasing the shell of her ear, "Not to take it off, just to get better access to your back."
Her hazy mind barely registered the request. She was already too far gone, too deep into the trance his hands had pulled her into.
She didn't think—didn't even hesitate.
"Y-Yeah…" She murmured, voice light, dreamy, lost in the hypnotic rhythm of his touch.
Anything.
Anything to make him continue his magic.
And so with that, Naruto unclipped her bra.
The soft snap barely made a sound, barely more than a whisper in the room.
But she felt it.
The sudden release.
The tension in her back melting away in an instant, like a tightly wound cord finally coming undone. The fabric loosened, the weight of it no longer pressing into her shoulders. A faint breeze ghosted over her now-exposed skin, sending a shiver rippling down her spine, making her hyperaware of just how bare she was beneath him.
And then—
Naruto's hands returned.
Oh, yes…
The moment his oiled gloved fingers slid across her now fully bare back, she nearly moaned.
Long, fluid strokes. Slow, purposeful pressure.
His palms pressed deeper, smoothing over every inch of her heated skin with a touch so practiced, so intimate, it nearly undid her on the spot.
She melted.
Completely.
And in that moment, with her face buried in the plush cushion, her body melting beneath his touch, she knew—
This was exactly what she needed.
Why hadn't she done this sooner?
All those endless days, slaving away behind a desk, glued to a computer screen, carrying the weight of stress in her muscles, in her bones.
Hell yes.
She earned this. Deserved it.
Time seemed to blur while lying on the massage table—seconds, minutes, maybe even hours.
She didn't know.
All she knew was Naruto's hands.
He had mentioned something earlier, right as he smoothed the final layer of oil over her now glistening skin—something about a particular…blend.
An aphrodisiac oil, he had called it.
The last step. The finishing touch.
A formula designed to heighten every nerve, amplify every sensation.
Hinata couldn't fully recall his exact words, not when her mind was this fogged, this utterly consumed by the sensations flooding her body.
But she felt it.
Oh, kami, did she feel it.
The slick warmth of the oil seeping into her skin, the intoxicating glide of his palms, the rhythmic press and release of his fingers kneading into her flesh—it all blended together.
All amplified.
Her breathing began to heave, a shiver rolling through her as warmth spread across her skin, her body temperature steadily rising. Every nerve lit up, awakening in a way she had never quite felt before, each sensation more vivid, more electrifying than the last.
Everything suddenly felt…heavier. Hot.
Kami… what was this?
She had never felt anything like it. Never been this aware of her own skin, her own body, the way it responded to his every movement.
Hinata mewled, her eyelashes fluttering.
Whatever this oil was, whatever he had used on her—
It was working.
Too well.
And then suddenly, she felt a shift.
The weight of the towel lifted, the one covering her lower half.
Not completely.
Just enough.
Enough for Naruto to drape it across her backside, keeping her covered, yet giving himself access to everyplace else.
Hinata shivered, her breath hitching as she felt him move lower.
His fingers traced the contours of her waist, thumbs pressing firmly into the deep grooves of her hips before gliding down to the hollow of her lower back, rolling out the tightness locked there.
And then—her rear.
Not quite a touch, but close.
His fingers ghosted along the curve of her hips, working the last oil into her peeking buttocks, never lingering, never straying too far—just enough to ease, to tease, to arouse.
Hinata's stomach tightened, heat curling low at the intimacy of it.
He kept it up, drifting further down.
To her thighs.
Her legs.
His hands slid along her hamstrings, his thumbs pressing into the taut muscle, rolling out every ache, every ounce of stiffness.
Lower.
His palms smoothed over her calves, the pressure firm but oh-so soothing.
And then, finally—
Her feet.
A sharp squeak slipped from her lips the moment his fingers made contact, the unexpected ticklish sensation jolting through her.
"Eeeek—!" She whimpered, her toes curling involuntarily.
Naruto chuckled, clearly amused, "Ticklish, are we?"
His grip was steady yet gentle as he lifted her foot, cradling it in one hand while the other danced teasingly along the arch, his fingertips tickling the sensitive skin.
Hinata jerked slightly, another embarrassed squeak escaping her, "N-No—! Well… maybe a little."
"Just a little, huh?" His smirk deepened, eyes flickering up to watch her reaction.
And then—he did it again.
A featherlight graze, just beneath her toes, followed by a playful stroke along her sole.
Hinata twitched violently, her foot flexing in his grasp, "A-Ah—Naruto-san!" She gasped, torn between laughing and moaning, the combination of sensations utterly overwhelming for her stomach.
Naruto laughed again but mischievously, "Mmm, you're so adorable," He mused, his thumb pressing firmer now, easing into a deep, rolling stroke along the ball of her foot.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be gentle with you." He shook his head, blonde strands following him, "No more teasing… for now."
The promise of that "for now" sent a shiver through her, but before she could dwell on it, the sensation changed.
The teasing stopped.
And the real massage began anew.
His fingers pressed deep into the arch of her foot, working slow, deep circles, easing away the tension that had been building there for far too long.
All thanks to her damn shoes.
Naruto's hands drifted lower, his fingers gliding effortlessly along the curve of her arch, pressing into the tender ball of her foot with just the right amount of pressure.
Hinata had to resist the urge to let her eyes roll to the back of her head.
She never knew having her feet professionally massaged would feel this good.
This… this was nothing like the absentminded rubbing she gave herself after a long day.
No.
This was pure expertise.
A quiet, blissed-out sigh left her lips, her body going soft, boneless beneath his touch. She let her eyes close completely, her lashes fluttering as she surrendered to the sensation.
Naruto chuckled softly.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Mmm… yeah…" She murmured, her voice light, airy.
Naruto smirked, squeezing gently at the base of her heel, "You have such pretty delicate feet, Hinata-san," He murmured, rolling his knuckles along the pressure points, watching the way her toes curled slightly in response.
"Ooh, they're sensitive too," Naruto chuckled, eyes flicking up to gauge her reaction, "That's good—means the nerves are alive and well."
"Mmm, that's nice…to hear." Hinata mumbled, shifting slightly, heat crawling up her spine at the unexpected compliment.
Naruto hummed.
And soon enough, he finished up with one foot. But when he did, he didn't place it back on the table.
Instead—he placed it on him.
Right against his thigh, where the heat of him bled through the fabric, searing into her skin. Hinata's breath hitched, her toes curling instinctively. She could feel the firm muscle beneath the soft linen of his uniform, acutely aware of just how close his manhood was to her foot.
Her pulse faltered, tripping over itself.
Now she was starting to see it.
Feel it.
How intimate this was becoming.
She had thought the pet names—the "sweetheart," the "good girl"—had been nothing more than part of his charming personality, just part of the experience.
But now?
Now she was starting to catch on.
She had to remind herself—again—that this was far from an ordinary massage.
This was the art of the Happy Ending experience, the eroticism of it, seamlessly woven into his touch, his tone, the way he handled her.
And goodness—she didn't know how much more she could handle.
His hands shifted to her other foot, and he started the same slow, indulgent process all over again.
A dragging press of his thumbs into the arch, a slow knead along the ball, his fingers tracing over tendons, coaxing reactions from her, intentionally, purposely.
She felt her muscles unravel, sinking deeper, but her mind?
Her mind was racing.
And soon enough, he wasn't at her feet anymore.
Naruto moved back up, his hands dragging back along her calves, his palms molding over the muscles in her thighs, smoothing over the curves of her legs.
She barely noticed how close he was getting until she felt it—
A firm squeeze.
Naruto's palm cupped her buttocks, gripping her through her panties without warning.
Hinata yelped, her body jolting in surprise.
Naruto stilled.
"Too much?" He said, yanking his hands away, concerned.
Hinata's face burned, but she forced herself to answer, to get rid of his concern.
"N-No." Her voice squeaked, betraying her. She swallowed, forcing her nerves down, her fingers clutching at the table beneath her.
"You just surprised me, that's all."
Naruto's lips curled, his smirk returning.
"Is this okay?" He asked, nodding down toward the spot in question, "If I touch you here?"
His grip returned, just enough for her to feel it, his fingers flexing against her soft buttocks, testing her limits, seeing how far she'd let him go.
Hinata took a shaky breath.
Then, with every ounce of bravery she had left, she whispered—
"Hai. Keep going."
And he did.
His palms smoothed over her covered rear, molding, kneading, squeezing, until she couldn't stop it anymore—the soft, breathy moans that spilled past her lips, giving her away completely.
Naruto let out a deep, velvety chuckle, the warmth of his voice sending a delicious shiver straight down her spine.
"You have such a gorgeous body, Hinata-san," He murmured, his tone like silk against her skin.
Hinata's cheeks flamed, her fingers curling against the cushion of the massage table as another tremor rolled through her.
"Stop it. Y-You're just being nice," She mumbled, trying to shake off the compliment.
Naruto hummed, his hands never pausing, brushing his thumbs between the crack of her buttocks, and then smoothing over her covered skin. The subtle pressure caused her underwear to crease, molding against her form in a way that made her breath hitch.
"Nice, sure. But I'm also telling the truth too." He said, voice tinged with something almost playful.
"Ya know, it's really a shame."
Hinata blinked, her breath catching as she forced herself to peek at him over her shoulder.
"A sh-shame?"
Naruto's gaze flickered up, his blue eyes glinting as he squeezed her buttocks, one then the other.
"Mhm." He nodded, lips curling, "That a body this beautiful has been working so hard for so long."
Hinata gaped, struggling to breathe.
He clicked his tongue.
"You don't take care of yourself nearly as much as you should, do you?"
Hinata let out a soft whimper, her toes curling against the table.
She knew he was right.
She didn't.
She worked herself to exhaustion, prioritizing everything but herself.
And now, here she was, coming undone by this blonde-haired devil, someone who seemed so attuned to her body, someone who could feel every last bit of neglect and tension she had forced herself to ignore.
It was…embarrassing to say the least.
"I-I try," She whispered weakly, her voice barely there.
Naruto tutted, shaking his head.
"Trying isn't enough, sweetheart."
His thumbs pressed deep into her buttocks, the pressure almost too much—almost—before melting into something unbearably good, making her see stars behind her eyelids.
"That's quite alright." He hummed, "Guess I'll just have to fix that, won't I?"
Hinata gawked at his words, face red as a tomato.
That's when she felt him pause.
And in that pause, Hinata felt something shift.
A thick wave of heat pooled deep in her belly, her stomach twisting in anticipation, even before he said the words.
"Mind if I take these off?" He loomed over her, his broad frame casting a shadow, eyes locked onto her quivering tush. Slowly, sexily, he rolled up his sleeves, preparing himself.
His voice was smooth, sexy—but Hinata felt the weight of it.
The implication.
She knew what he was alluding to. Her panties.
Hinata's breath caught, her mushy mind trying to function properly. But it was no use.
She could feel him waiting, his hands hovering, even beginning to trace lazy, slow circles just beneath the white lace of her panties, giving her the space to decide.
To agree.
Or to stop this.
But stopping…
Stopping was the last thing she wanted.
Slowly, her lips parted, a single, trembling breath escaping before she whispered…
"Hai."
Hinata felt the shift the moment her answer left her lips—the subtle hitch in the blonde masseur's breath, the barely-there pause in his movements. His fingers flexed against her hips, gripping just a little tighter before they began their slow descent, dragging her panties down inch by agonizing inch.
Lower… lower…
Until the delicate fabric slipped past her thighs, gliding over her calves, and finally—gone.
Leaving her lower half completely bare.
The cool air kissed her newly bared skin, sending a sharp shiver rippling down her spine.
She didn't know what had come over her.
She didn't why she had given him permission—why she had let him strip her down so completely.
Maybe it was foolishness. Maybe it was desperation.
Or maybe…
It was…warmth?
A slow, sensual heat suddenly bloomed against her skin. She felt it before she saw it—the rich, decadent drizzle cascading down the small of her back, pooling in the dip of her spine, before trickling over the soft curves of her bare ass like thick, golden syrup.
The aphrodisiac oil.
He was pouring it directly onto her.
Hinata sucked in a sharp breath, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as the heated liquid seeped into her skin, spreading like fire, like silk, like something sinful. It coated her, glossing her up in a way that left her glistening beneath the golden light of the massage room.
And then—his hands returned.
Strong. Warm. Possessive.
And with them came the answer to why she was here in the first place. Why she had let herself be drawn into this, why she had surrendered so easily.
Because it felt too damn good to stop.
"Oh yes." Hinata groaned, her voice trembling as her oiled asscheeks shifted beneath his palms, responding before she could even think to stop it.
His gloved hands felt even warmer now, slicked with oil, gliding over the supple curve of her fully bared backside.
His thick fingers were everywhere.
Splayed wide, gliding over the plush swells of her ass, thumbs teasing the crevice between, dipping lower—brushing against the very edge of her slickened slit, spreading the oil there too.
"Ah—!" A sharp gasp escaped her, her body jolting before melting beneath his touch.
Her ass was like dough in his hands.
He kneaded her cheeks.
He massaged her cheeks.
He explored her cheeks.
No inch was left untouched.
"Mmm, such a pretty ass, all glossed up and glistening for me."
Hinata's breath hitched by his husky words, her fingers curling into the plush surface of the massage table.
Then—his fingers grew bolder.
Slipping between the supple hollows of her backside, his thumbs trailed lower, teasing along the slick heat pooled between her thighs.
And then, with an agonizing slowness—
He spread her open.
A single, deliberate glide of his thumbs, parting her cheeks so widely, revealing the places that had been aching for attention.
Places she had always touched herself.
"Ooh—!" A moan slipped past her lips, her body arching slightly as pleasure sparked through her like a wildfire.
Naruto's chuckle was downright sinful, his gloved thumb reaching down to stroke open her pink folds.
"So sensitive… already?" Naruto mused, his voice dripping with amusement. His gloved fingers traced along her slick, glistening folds, teasingly slow, as if savoring the way her body responded. Then, he reached farther, his fingertips skimming over her throbbing clit, applying just enough pressure to send a sharp jolt of pleasure racing through her veins.
A gasp tore from Hinata's lips, her hips twitching involuntarily, chasing the touch, craving more. Naruto chuckled, the deep rumble of his laughter vibrating against her skin.
"Looks like someone's been needing this for a while," He murmured, "Don't worry, sweetheart… I'll take my time with you."
Hinata shuddered, her thighs trembling, "N-Naruto-san…!"
His hands didn't still. If anything, the teasing strokes only grew more naughtier.
"Mmm. You sound so beautiful when you say my name like that, Hinata-san."
A fresh wave of heat pooled between her thighs.
Hinata was melting.
It was too late for her now.
She had surrendered to it. To him.
She didn't care anymore.
Didn't care how shameful this all was.
Didn't care how exposed she was.
Didn't care that she was now putty in his hands.
She just wanted him to keep going.
Her cheeks burned, flushed hot as Naruto's thumbs continued its sinful exploration, gliding along her pink slit in slow, pressing strokes—deep and steady one moment, teasing flicks the next.
It sent shockwaves through her, her breath hitching in time with his deep, satisfied moans.
She barely noticed when it happened.
When the pressure shifted.
When her body moved.
When the world around her seemed to blur.
And the next—she was on her back.
Her breath caught—because when had that happened?
Her head spun, her body light as air, her limbs loose and pliant upon the table.
"There we go," Naruto murmured, satisfied, "Much better."
That's when it hit her—he had moved her. Shifted her so easily, as if she were no more than a feather in his grasp. She hadn't even realized—hadn't even realized the towel that had been there was gone too. He had seamlessly guided her onto her back without the slightest disturbance, without her even noticing she was no longer lying on her stomach.
And now?
Now, she could see him.
For the first time since her massage session began, she truly saw him.
Her hooded lavender eyes met deep, smoldering blue.
His blonde hair was slightly tousled now, stray strands falling into his eyes, shadows flickering over his sharp features. His latex gloves were actually a deep, seductive black color—slick entirely with oil, glistening under the golden light.
His hands flexed at his sides, itching to touch her again. To finish what he started.
And those eyes—
Hungry. Yearning to devour her.
Hinata shifted, and that's when she noticed something else.
Her bra.
It had slipped.
Somewhere in the haze, she had forgotten—Naruto had unclipped the straps earlier, leaving them barely clinging to her skin. And now, with her back against the table, the cups had loosened completely, barely covering her, hanging on by nothing but a whisper of fabric.
Instinct kicked in. Panic.
Instinctively, she reached for it, fingers scrambling to pull it back up, to cover herself—
Only to have Naruto's hand gently catch hers.
His gloved fingers wrapped gently around her wrists, giving a soft squeeze—not forceful, not demanding, but assured.
"Don't."
Hinata's breath hitched, her fingers trembling in his hold.
"Open yourself to me, Hinata-san."
A shudder wracked through her, heat rippling in slow, lazy waves over her bare skin.
And then, with hesitant fingers, she let go.
Her bra fell away, slipping down her arms, pooling onto the table beside her.
The moment her breasts were fully exposed to him, Naruto exhaled, his gaze darkening, but not with lust—no, with something deeper.
Appreciation.
Like he was seeing her for the first time.
"Beautiful," He whispered, a confession he'd been keeping buried all this time.
And just like that, his hands were on her again.
But this time, it was different. Reverent. Worshipful.
He started at her jawline, just below the curve of her neck, his touch slow and intentional. With the lightest pressure, he tilted her head upward, effortlessly guiding her into his hands.
A deep, contented sigh slipped from her lips—and to her quiet delight, he mirrored her, releasing a low, sultry breath of his own.
"That's it," He murmured, his voice a quiet command, a reassurance, "Breathe for me, Hinata-san."
From there, he traced a path down the graceful slope of her shoulders, his fingers working deep, measured strokes into the tender muscles beneath her collarbone. Then, lower still—his palms gliding deftly, smoothing over the soft rise of her bare breasts.
Hinata sucked in a breath.
He traced around her Double D-sized breasts, never once touching them directly.
"Would it be alright if I touch you here? To massage?"
Even now, even with her laid bare before him, he wasn't rushing.
Wasn't taking.
He was asking.
And that—his acknowledgment of her boundaries and his respect for her consent—somehow made it feel even more intimate.
Hinata's lips parted, but her mind had long since taken flight, drifting far beyond reach. Her thoughts were foggy—lost to the haze of sensation, the heat of his hands, the sheer presence of him looming over her.
And yet—her answer still came.
Soft. Breathless.
"H-Hai… Touch me there, Naruto-san." She shook her head, "Just don't stop."
Naruto's grin deepened, something dangerously satisfied glinting in his gaze.
"Don't worry, Hinata-san. I won't."
And then—he touched her.
His gloved fingers traced lazy, featherlight circles around her nipples, teasing the darker pink of her areolas with the barest, most agonizing flicks of his thumbs. A violent shudder rippled through her, a low, needy whimper slipping past her lips as heat pooled deep between her thighs.
She couldn't help it.
Couldn't stop watching.
Her lavender eyes flickered downward, locking onto the sight of his black, gloved fingers, working her, teasing her, playing with her achingly stiff nipples.
"K-Kami, yes..." She moaned, her breath hitching, back arching just slightly into his touch.
And then—her eyes drifted back up.
The sight that greeted her sent another hot wave of desire crashing through her core.
Naruto's piercing blue eyes were already fixed on her, darkened with a focus so intense, so unwavering, it nearly stole the breath from her lungs.
Then, to her absolute demise, he groaned.
Groaned.
The deep, velvety sound rumbled from his chest, spilling past his lips in a way that made her thighs clench involuntarily, her breath catching somewhere between her ribs.
"So soft." He moaned.
A firmer squeeze, a slow drag of his palms, pressing into the supple flesh.
"So sensitive." He moaned again.
Kami.
It was too much.
And yet—not enough.
Her breath hitched, her lips parting in a desperate, silent plea.
She needed more.
She wanted more.
And she was powerless to stop herself from chasing it.
Her body moved on its own, pressing into his touch, her skin singing beneath his hands, urging him to keep going, to never stop, to ruin her completely.
"Look at you…" He murmured, his fingers tightening around her breasts, just enough to make her whimper, "So needy, so responsive."
She wasn't even embarrassed anymore.
Because it was true.
She was needy.
Starved.
For years, she had neglected herself—neglected her body, her needs, her own pleasure. She had buried it beneath work, beneath the demands of her daily life, pretending it didn't matter, that it wasn't important.
And now, this was the result.
She was insatiable now.
Out of control beyond comprehension.
"Ya know," Naruto murmured, tilting his head slightly, his smirk tugging higher, "I'm really pleased that you've decided to open up more to me, Hinata-san." His hands cupped her breasts, and then began to knead them.
Around and around.
Hinata whimpered, her body arching instinctively into his palms.
"Usually, there's this…boundary between the client and their massage therapist," Naruto continued, his thumbs rolling over her stiffening peaks, circling, flicking, teasing.
His voice dipped lower, raspier, "Even with skin-to-skin contact."
His fingers gave another squeeze, another slow drag.
"But here at Happy Endings, things work a little differently."
He paused just long enough to build the tension, his fingers tightening around her nipples, tugging them upward in a way that had her back bowing, a helpless mewl escaping her lips.
He leaned down.
"Here, it's all about being open," He whispered, his breath brushing against the shell of her ear.
"Open to me, Hinata-san."
His grip flexed before releasing her, letting her swollen peaks wobble back into place.
Hinata whimpered, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath her, her breathing uneven.
His hands didn't stop.
They roamed lower, mapping the under-curve of her breasts, smoothing down the delicate dip of her ribs, tracing every inch of her.
Lower.
And lower.
His gloved fingers brushed featherlight touches along the slight dip of her heaving stomach, so close to her navel.
Massaging here. Massaging there.
Hinata's fingers twitched against the table, her nails scraping faintly at the fabric beneath her.
And then—his hands paused, fingers splayed wide, thumbs pressing slow, rhythmic circles into the small knots hiding just over her belly button.
A soft gasp tumbled past her lips before she could catch it, her sensitive muscles jumping, twitching beneath his expert touch.
Naruto chuckled—low, smug, utterly devastating.
"Sure, a standard massage does the trick," He mused, his tone deceptively casual, as if he wasn't completely unraveling her piece by piece, "Relaxes the muscles, melts away stress, clears the mind—all the basics."
His head tilted slightly, that maddening smirk of his deepening.
"But a Happy Ending massage?" His voice dipped lower, rich and silken, like he was sharing a secret meant only for her ears, "Now, that's an entirety different experience."
His thumbs pressed into her lower abdomen—not hard, just enough to make her shiver, to send a ripple of sensation through her nerves, kneading away more than just the knots in her muscles.
"It doesn't just get the job done, sweetheart." His fingers traced a slow, tantalizing path downward, ghosting just above the delicate dip between her thighs.
Testing her.
Seeing how much she would let him do.
How much she would let herself want this.
"It fills in the gaps," Naruto murmured, his touch light but undeniably sensual.
Hinata sucked in a breath, her stomach quivering beneath his fingers. Her body was betraying her, responding before her mind could catch up.
He felt it. He knew.
And he kept going.
"The gaps," He continued, dragging his knuckles lazily over the soft skin of her V-line, grazing just above where she needed him most.
"The ones you don't even realize are missing," His voice had turned heavier now, thick with something deeper, something dangerous, "The ones your body has been silently craving, aching to be fulfilled."
Hinata whimpered, a soft, needy sound that she did not mean to let slip.
Too late.
Naruto heard it.
And from the slow, lewd curve of his lips, he absolutely loved it.
His gloved fingers drifted lower, skimming featherlight over the bare, sensitive skin between her thighs. Her vagina.
Once.
Barely touching.
Too little.
Too much.
Hinata squeaked.
Her hips jerked on instinct, a full-body betrayal.
And Naruto?
Naruto noticed.
Of course, he noticed.
A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest, low and rich with amusement as he withdrew, bypassing her soaking wet area entirely. Instead, his hands drifted along the insides of her thighs, gliding downward to the tops of her legs and feet, fingers kneading, pressing, exploring—taking his time.
But it wasn't long before he returned.
This time, when he glanced up at her, his head tilted slightly, his blue eyes gleaming with lazy amusement, his smirk full of smug curiosity.
He was enjoying this.
Enjoying her.
And Kami help her—she was too far gone to care.
"We're reaching the final stretch now, Hinata-san."
Naruto's voice had dropped, huskier than before, thick with something unmistakable. He wasn't holding back anymore—not the way his hands moved over her now glossy skin, not the way his breath came just a little heavier, not the way this—touching her, massaging her—was affecting him just as much as it was her.
He nodded, squinting his darkened blue eyes.
"You remember what I told you about that, don't you?"
Hinata's stomach clenched, heat flooding her cheeks as her entire face turned scarlet.
His earlier words echoed in her mind, playing on repeat—the final step, the true essence of the Happy Ending massage option.
Orgasm.
Just that single word sent a shiver racing down her spine, unraveling her from the inside out.
Her breath turned shallow, uneven, as the weight of what was about to happen truly sank in.
"Are you still okay with going through with it?" Naruto murmured, his voice softer now, more patient, as if offering her one last chance to back out, "We can stop right here if you'd rather not continue."
Hinata's eye twitched.
How dare he?
How dare he even suggest stopping now?!
After all that touching.
After all that rubbing.
After all that whispering, that teasing, that sinful eye contact.
He wanted to send her on her merry way without finishing the job? Without giving her the release she had been building up to, been aching for, been craving so desperately?
Oh, hell no.
She finally understood it.
She finally understood what "Happy Ending" really meant.
And now?
Now she wanted it more than anything.
More than she had ever wanted anything before.
More so—with Naruto.
So, before she could second-guess herself, her head jerked up in a frantic nod, her messy bun bobbing with the motion.
"H-Hai." Her voice trembled, but the yearning was there, "I want it. I know what I want now—" She sucked in a breath, her pulse roaring in her ears, "and I want to be touched..."
Bravery.
Foolishness.
Desperation
It didn't matter anymore.
Her hands moved before her mind could catch up, her trembling fingers gripping the edge of the table, and with that—
She spread her legs apart.
Wider.
Exposing herself.
Revealing more of her glistening, needy pussy.
To him.
Only him.
"Please, touch me here, Naruto-san."
The whispered offering hung between them, thick, heavy, electric.
And Naruto?
Naruto devoured her with his eyes.
His heated, darkening blue gaze ghosted over her now-bared pink folds, drinking her in like she was the most beautiful, most irresistible sight he had ever seen.
His fingers flexed, a shuddering breath escaping him, and then, he blessed her ears once more.
"Good girl."
His voice was a low, sinful rasp, his lips curling as he exhaled.
"Good, good girl."
Hinata trembled, her thighs quivering in anticipation as he lowered himself between them, his strong, oiled hands gliding over her bare thighs, parting them just a little more, until she was completely open to him.
And then—
She felt it.
The first brush of his fingers.
Not inside. Not yet.
But teasing.
Just barely gliding along the outer lips, his slick, gloved fingers caressing her with exquisite slowness, mapping out every inch of her sensitive, sopping wet flesh.
"Mmm…" Naruto hummed, running his fingers lazily along her slit, barely parting her, his touch so gentle, so featherlight, yet it nearly destroyed her.
"Such a gorgeous, healthy pink," He muttered, admiring her with a hushed reverence.
"So soft… so warm…" He moaned in approval, "so wet…"
His fingers circled, teasing the very edges of her folds, spreading the oil over her.
And then—
His thumb found her lovebud.
He gave it a rub back and forth, pulling back the soft hood to expose the delicate, hypersensitive nub beneath.
Hinata jerked, her breath hitching, her toes curling tightly on either side of his head.
Oh.
Oh.
The sensation was too much, yet not enough, a faint, tingling pressure, sending a sharp pulse of pleasure straight to her core.
Hinata's hips lifted slightly, her body chasing his touch, aching for more.
Naruto chuckled, his free hand spanning across her lower belly, pressing her gently back down on the table.
"Stay still for me, sweetheart," He purred, his voice husky with amusement.
His thumb glided lower, teasing along her slick folds before pressing it inside her—just enough to part her, to stretch her open slightly, a tantalizing preview of what was to come.
"Ooh, y-yes." A shameless moan slipped free from her lips, her legs shaking from the sudden thickness.
But as soon as his thumb entered, he withdrew it, watching the way her body clenched in response, her entrance fluttering around the sudden emptiness.
"Mmm… yes." His breath fanned over her sensitive flesh, humming in appreciation.
"Very beautiful."
He pulled away then, his whispered compliment still lingering in the air, long after it was spoken.
Hinata barely had time to breathe, her body still trembling, still aching, before she caught sight of him moving. Straightening to his full commanding height, Naruto turned away, his broad, muscled back momentarily blocking her view as he reached for something on the counter.
Hinata blinked, still dazed, her breaths shallow as she watched him rummage through his neatly arranged tools.
And then—
She saw it.
Something unfamiliar.
Something… strange.
Her body stiffened, her curiosity piquing despite the haze of pleasure still clinging to her.
Naruto turned back to face her, a small, naughty smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he held up the odd device for her to see.
It had a long tube, a handle, and at the very end—
A suction mask.
Hinata's eyes widened.
It looked like… a pump?
She barely had time to form a question before Naruto tapped his gloved fingers against the tool, his grin widening.
"This here—" He began, his tone casual, as if he were explaining the most ordinary thing in the world, "—is a suction pump."
Hinata's brows furrowed in confusion.
"A… a what?" She stammered, her voice a breathy whisper.
Naruto chuckled, turning the device over in his hands, his fingers deftly adjusting the settings as he continued.
"A suction pump," He repeated, "is designed for targeted stimulation. It increases blood flow, enhances sensitivity… and," His voice dipped into something lewder, richer, "heightens pleasure." His eyes drifted downward, settling on the delicate area between her thighs.
Hinata's stomach flipped, a sharp jolt running through her as the pieces clicked into place.
A suction pump.
For her.
For down there.
Her face burned, her entire body growing ten times hotter under Naruto's intense gaze.
He saw her reaction.
Of course, he did.
And he enjoyed it.
His smirk turned lewd, his blue eyes gleaming with a teasing edge as he twirled the device between his fingers.
"I like to incorporate different tools during this process, depending on my client's comfort level." His gaze flickered over her, studying her, reading every little reaction, every little emotion.
"That being said, this one's completely optional," He noted with a shrug, "Just say the word, and it's gone."
Hinata swallowed thickly, her pulse roaring in her ears.
She should say no.
She should.
Hinata had never been one for sex toys. She wasn't that type of girlie.
She had never dabbled, never experimented, never even considered it. And quite frankly, before Naruto explained it, she had absolutely no idea what that strange contraption in his hand even was.
It looked… odd. Freakish looking.
So, her legs instinctively shifted, pressing together for a brief moment, but then—her inner voice, that naughty, reckless side of her, emerged…again.
Don't be shy now.
You already came this far.
Let him use it.
Hinata's heart pounded in her ears, the anticipation coiling tightly in her belly.
Naruto observed her closely, his expression composed, unwavering—like he had all the time in the world.
"I can't read your mind, hun. Ya gotta help me out here." He murmured, his voice so yummy, coaxing, each word curling down her spine, "Do you want it, or not?"
Hinata hesitated, for just a moment.
And then, with a shaky breath, she nodded.
"…Hai."
She nodded once more, this time with certainty, her voice steadier, stronger.
"I want you to use it on me."
Naruto's smirk widened.
His fingers tightened around the handle of the device, his darkened blue eyes glinting.
"That's my girl," He murmured, stepping closer.
Hinata let out a startled squeak, only to quickly realize—he was switching things up.
He didn't go straight for it.
No.
Instead, his hands found her thighs, his warm palms smoothing over the soft skin, massaging them slowly, kneading gently—easing her further, making sure she was completely relaxed before moving forward.
Hinata shivered.
"Before we begin," Naruto started, his tone steady, professional despite the undeniable heat in his gaze, "I need you to understand how this will feel, Hinata-san."
Her eyes snapped up to his, her breath hitching slightly at the way he stared sat her now.
Intense. Heated. Fond.
He lifted the device slightly, tilting it in his palm.
"You'll feel a slight tightness when I place the suction pump on you," He explained slowly, making sure she was following, "It won't hurt—think of it as a gentle pull, a slight pressure wrapping around your most sensitive area."
Hinata's lips parted, her body heating at the mere description.
"A-As in…?" She stammered, her mind already racing.
Naruto gave a knowing smile.
"As in, it'll enhance everything. Every touch. Every sensation. Heighten your response to pleasure."
Hinata swallowed hard, her face growing hotter.
Oh.
Oh.
"You'll feel warmth at first," He continued, voice low, patient, "A slight suction, like a soft mouth enclosing around you, coaxing you open. The stimulation will start slow—very subtle—but once your body gets used to it, the sensations will deepen. Build."
Hinata sucked in a sharp breath, her body practically throbbing at the way he explained it.
"That's… a lot," She admitted, voice breathy.
Naruto chuckled.
"That's the point, Hinata-san."
And with that, he lowered himself, his eyes locked onto hers, waiting for one final confirmation.
Her body was screaming for it. And so was she.
Hinata inhaled, deep and shaky.
And so, she spread her legs just a little more.
"I'm ready," She whispered.
Naruto grinned.
"Alrighty then."
And with that, he placed it on her.
The suction pump plopped over her delicate, glistening flesh, its cool surface a stark contrast against her heated skin. Hinata sucked in a breath, her fingers clenching the sheets beneath her as a shudder rippled through her.
Naruto exhaled slowly, "Deep breaths, sweetheart," He murmured with an encouraging nod, his blonde bangs ruffling, "Relax into it. Let yourself feel it."
Hinata tried.
Tried to focus on the rhythm of her breathing, to ground herself, but then—
He pumped the handle.
A tight, quick squeeze.
Then another.
And just like that—she felt it.
A gentle pull, subtle at first, a soft tug against the most sensitive part of her, coaxing, teasing, drawing her deeper into the sensation. Her breath hitched, her thighs twitching as a strange, unfamiliar pleasure bloomed inside her.
Naruto's free hand traced up her body, a slow, tantalizing caress that sent shivers rolling down her spine. He cupped her left breast briefly, giving it a light squeeze, his thumb lazily rolling over the already hardened peak.
Pump.
The suction deepened.
Hinata's eyes fluttered, her heart hammering against her ribs as she felt the device's pull become firmer, more pronounced.
Naruto kept the rhythm steady, watching her reactions, reading her.
And then, curiosity got the better of her.
She looked down.
And gasped.
The transparent cup of the pump was already fogging up, misting from the heat of her own arousal.
But what truly had her breath catching in her throat…
…was the sight of her own body responding.
Inside the pump, her soft, pink pussy had begun to swell, to bloom, parting slightly—like a flower slowly unfurling under the warm kiss of sunlight.
Spreading.
Opening.
She watched, utterly transfixed, as the suction gently coaxed her apart, every pump drawing her deeper, every pulse making her ache with a need she couldn't even put into words.
"K-Kami…" She whispered, mesmerized.
She was melting.
Utterly. Melting.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Naruto hummed in delight.
Hinata couldn't answer.
Not when the pressure increased, the suction tightening in the most deliciously tormenting way possible.
She tore her gaze away, looking up at him—only to see those eyes.
Deep, heated, locked onto her completely.
And his smirk?
Dangerous.
"Just wait 'til you feel what comes next."
And with that—
Naruto pumped again. And again. And again.
The tightness teetered right on the edge of unbearable. A deep, pulsing pressure throbbed between her legs, spreading through her lower half like a slow burn, winding tighter and tighter.
She could feel it—her folds, puffy and swollen, parted wider than they had ever been before. The suction had drawn her open, had coaxed every inch of her into full, exposed sensitivity.
And then—
Pop.
Naruto released the seal, the suction cup detaching from her lips.
Hinata gasped, the sudden absence of pressure making her jolt, her whole body trembling at the rush of air cooling her fevered skin.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she shifted, pushing herself up onto her arms to get a better look…
…only for the sight before her to steal every ounce of breath from her lungs.
Her pussy were swollen, spread, every inch of her plump and defined—a deep, needy shade of pink that made her stomach coil tighter.
"Mmm… Look at that." Naruto's voice was deliciously husky, filled with appreciation as his gloved fingers skimmed over her now engorged folds.
"So plump. So sensitive," He murmured, his fingertips tracing the outline of her pulsing lips.
Hinata's head snapped to the side, face burning hotter than the flames of hell itself.
"Wha—" She barely choked out the word, a little mortified to see her pussy in such a state.
Naruto shushed her, "Don't be alarmed, sweetheart," He whispered.
"This is exactly how it should be."
Her eyes rolled, her entire world shrinking down to the slow, teasing motions of his fingers, the way he rolled his palm over her pussy, working that heightened sensitivity until she felt like she might lose her mind.
He drizzled more oil over her freshly plumped lips, the warm liquid cascading down her slit, pooling at her entrance, adding an even slicker glide beneath his touch.
"You feel that?" His voice was hushed, intimate, almost hypnotic.
His thumb circled her aching clit, swollen from all the attention, drawing out a soft, helpless moan from her lips.
"Every nerve is awake now, primed for pleasure. Just like I wanted."
Hinata's eyes squeezed shut, her body quivering beneath him, a delicious mix of sensitivity and anticipation coiling deep in her gut.
She could feel everything now—every slow, slick drag of his oiled fingers, the heat pooling between her thighs, the way her pussy pulsed and clenched in response to his touch.
Naruto hummed, pleased, his fingers pressing just a little firmer, teasing the aching bundle of nerves, drawing out another broken gasp.
"Now," Naruto purred, rubbing slow, teasing circles over her soaked folds, "let's get you that happy ending, shall we?"
The words were delivered so flawlessly, so beautifully, that they struck her like a bolt of lightning. If any part of her had still been dormant, it wasn't anymore—every nerve in her body was now thrumming, fully alive, fully aware.
And before she could even process it—before she could so much as react—
The first finger slipped inside.
The stretch was exquisite—a slow, tantalizing glide, sliding in with ease from how utterly soaked she was. Hinata's back arched instantly, her body reaching for more, for deeper, for anything that would ease the unbearable ache he had built inside her.
Naruto groaned at the feeling, his gloved finger buried to the knuckle, surrounded by murky heat, slick juices, and tight walls.
"Fuck," He breathed, watching her squirm beneath him, "you feel even better than I imagined." He chuckled gravelly, his thumb circling her swollen bud as his finger sank deeper, curling just enough to make her see stars.
"Mmm, you were waiting for this, weren't you, Hinata-san?" He teased.
But, Hinata couldn't answer.
Could barely breathe.
And she definitely couldn't when he began to move his finger inside her.
A sharp gasp tore from her throat as his digit glided in and out, slick from how utterly drenched she was. Kami, she was soaking—so much so that his movements were flawless, each thrust coaxing out the wettest, filthiest sounds she's ever heard.
A deep squelch filled the air, each time his finger worked its way inside her.
Hinata's face burned.
"Tell me if it's too much." She heard his voice, somewhere beyond the haze of pleasure.
Distant. Murky.
Hinata gasped, her hands curling underneath her breasts, her spread legs trembling, rocking slightly as the pleasure built, and built, and built.
"It's not," She moaned, her body bucked, instinctively rocking against his finger, chasing more.
"It's feels so good."
"Mmm." Naruto's lips curled as he bit back a groan, watching her unravel beneath him, "Music to my ears, Hinata-san."
Hinata's thighs twitched, her muscles spasming as if trying to close, to lock him in, to keep all that delicious pleasure contained. But before she could, before her body could react on instinct—
A firm, steady weight pressed her back down.
"Easy,"
That voice. Silk-wrapped control.
The blonde masseur's free hand slid up, gliding over the curve of her hips, smoothing up her waist, climbing higher before settling firm and flat against her pelvis.
Holding her still.
Holding her open.
Holding her exactly where he wanted her.
Hinata arched.
Kami—the pressure was divine.
His finger never faltered. Never hesitated.
In and out.
In and out.
Her puffed, sensitive entrance fluttered around him, struggling to keep up with the measured pace he set, her swollen walls swallowing him deeper each time.
Kami.
She loved it.
Every bit of it.
"How's that?" Naruto murmured, his finger never pausing, never slowing.
Hinata barely managed to suck in a breath, her words spilling out in a broken moan.
"G-Good… s-so good."
Naruto chuckled, a sexy purr that sent shivers racing down her spine, between her thighs.
"Glad to hear it."
Then—he leaned in, his lips ghosting over her hypersensitive pussy.
"Now… how about we explore those options I mentioned earlier?"
Hinata's heart slammed against her ribs, her pulse pounding in her ears even as her body rocked with each thrust of his fingers.
Options?
Her mind was foggy, heavy, every nerve overstimulated, drowning in sensation.
But then—he reminded her.
"Option one…" His gloved finger slid deeper, spreading her just enough, before pressing against that one spot that made her toes curl, "I build you up nice and slow… and let you go when your body decides it's ready."
Hinata's breath hitched.
"Or…"
He withdrew, just enough to make her whimper, before pushing back in even slower, dragging it out, making her feel every inch, every glide, every pulse.
"Option two…" He whispered, his breath hot against her, "you hold back until I give you permission."
Hinata moaned, louder this time, her entire body on fire, every muscle tightening.
She didn't know which was worse—the sweet, torturous build-up, or the aching, unbearable denial.
She couldn't choose.
Didn't want to choose.
And Naruto knew that.
Because then, he laughed, a sound so rich, so smug, before offering,
"Or… since you've been such a fine customer—" His grin widened against her skin, his finger curling just right, "I'll put it on the house… and give you both options."
Hinata gasped, her eyes snapping open, her body jerking beneath him.
His hand on her pelvis pressed down firmer, pinning her, keeping her there.
"Two orgasms," He murmured, "for the price of one."
Her mind went blank.
Her body went weak.
My kami.
How much better could this possibly get?
Hinata's head nodded rapidly, more strands of her silky hair slipping free from her messy bun, damp with sweat, sticking to her flushed skin.
"Hai… hai, please, Naruto-san—" Her voice cracked, breathless, desperate.
She couldn't stop nodding.
Couldn't stop whimpering.
Couldn't stop begging.
Her thighs quivered, her toes curling so tightly they nearly cramped.
"Arigato… arigato…" She threw her head back, her fingers clutching her breasts tighter.
Naruto hummed approvingly, leaning in, his lips grazing her inner thigh in a slow, heated kiss.
"Of course, sweetheart," He murmured against her skin.
Another kiss.
"Of course," He repeated, voice like molten sin.
"Now… option one."
Hinata barely had time to register his words before—
He slipped in another finger. Two.
A high, broken moan tore from her throat, her back arching clean off the table, her body reacting instantly, mindlessly.
The stretch.
The deep, unbearable stretch.
He worked her slowly, thoroughly.
Flattening his middle and ring finger, he moved in and out, his arm flexing with each deep, steady stroke as he pushed further, filled her more, rubbed against every sensitive spot inside her.
Her stomach coiled tight, her muscles locking up, her breaths turning shaky, uneven, frantic.
Her climax was there.
Knocking.
Pounding.
Her thighs twitched, her belly clenched, her lips parted in a silent cry as the pressure built, and built—
Naruto felt it.
Felt the way she clenched down hard, the way her entire body spasmed, struggling to hold itself together.
He chuckled.
"You're close, aren't you?"
His thumb dragged up, rubbing against her swollen, throbbing bud, pressing just enough to make her jolt violently beneath him.
"Such a good girl," He praised, his fingers curling inside her, rubbing against that devastatingly perfect spot. Her G-spot.
Hinata shattered.
Her mouth fell open, her entire body snapping taut as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure rushed through her, stealing her breath, making her ears ring, her vision blur.
Her body rocked, jerked, completely at his mercy as a pleasure unlike anything she had ever known—unlike anything she had felt in far too long—crashed over her in pulsing, relentless waves.
Naruto didn't let up—his fingers kept pumping, milking every tremor from her, keeping her right on the edge of overstimulation, watching her fall apart completely.
"That's it," He murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction, "Cum."
Hinata couldn't fight it. Couldn't hold back.
She came.
And it was the fastest she had ever came in her entire life.
A sharp, helpless cry tore from her lips as the tension inside her snapped, pleasure rushing through her like a river finally breaking past its dam.
And soon enough, a fresh, heated gush spilled from her, soaking his gloved fingers, coating her folds, dripping down her trembling thighs, pooling onto the massage table beneath her in messy, shameless proof of her pleasure.
And only then—only when she was completely undone, when the last quiver had left her body—did Naruto finally slow,
With a sloppy drag, his fingers slid free from her twitching pussy, the tips glistening in the dim golden light of the massage room. He tilted his wrist, letting his fingers hover above her, watching the way her essence dripped from the tips—one thick drop, then another—spattering against her quivering, oversensitive core.
"That," He murmured, his fingers gliding back down, stroking her sensitive, swollen folds, "was just option one."
Hinata shuddered, her body convulsing in tiny, helpless aftershocks, her breathing ragged, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven pants.
She barely heard what Naruto said, only saw his grin.
A naughty, dangerous, hunger-laced grin.
"Now…" His voice curled into her ear, "let's move on to option two."
Before she could register what was happening, he moved—circling around the table until he stood directly behind her.
"Up." His command was gentle, but firm, his fingers slipping beneath her waist, coaxing her into a sitting position.
Her body wasn't hers anymore—at least, not to control. It followed his lead, her limbs heavy, her muscles spent, her mind floating somewhere beyond reality.
Hinata barely realized what was happening until she felt it.
The heat.
The solid, unyielding warmth of his chest pressing flush against her back.
Her breath hitched.
He settled her against him, his towering body hovering over her and the table. One large, gloved hand slid down the length of her trembling thighs, parting them with ease, spreading her wide open.
The other hand drifted up—slow, measured, possessive—curling beneath her jaw, tilting her chin upward until her dazed lavender eyes locked onto his own.
"Keep your eyes on me," Naruto instructed, those dark blue eyes hiding beneath his fallen blonde hair.
A sexy sight indeed.
Hinata obeyed his command.
She couldn't look away. Didn't want to.
Naruto smirked, satisfied, before his free hand—the one that had coaxed her legs apart—slithered back down.
Lower. Between her breasts.
Lower. Below her stomach.
Back to where her pussy was already waiting for him.
A slow, sinful glide, fingers slipping over the evidence of her first orgasm, spreading it, mixing it with the fresh drizzle of oil still coating her skin.
"You did so well for me, letting go like that." He murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice almost lulling her to sleep.
"And now…"
His fingers danced just above her hypersensitive entrance, causing her thighs to jolt.
"Let's see how well you do… when you have to wait."
A broken whimper spilled from Hinata's throat, her thighs instinctively trying to squeeze together, but his firm hands kept them spread open. He held her close now, caging her in the heat of his body, his chest solid against her back, his breath steady, in contrast to her own uneven, frantic gasps.
And then—he moved.
They both watched together as his fingers dipped down—one, then two, slipping back inside her all at once. He parted her slick, swollen folds with an ease that had her toes curling instantly.
But this time—
This time, he didn't ease her into it.
No.
Naruto picked up the pace immediately, and she felt it, the shift, the difference, the way his fingers drove into her without hesitation, claiming the space inside her with deep, curling thrusts that left no room for recovery.
He hooked into her, catching that sweet, devastating spot deep inside her, and the second he found it, he didn't hold back.
He pounded her.
"Ahh—N-Naruto-san!" Hinata cried out, her thighs quaking between his arm.
The rhythm he set was merciless, an expert blend of deep, rolling motions and sudden sharp strokes, his gloved palm smacking against her puffy pussy after every thrust. It was just enough to keep her dangling on the edge, just enough to send her bouncing on the table—bouncing in his arms.
Naruto chuckled, his lips grazing her temple.
"Mm, look at you," He mused, watching her fall apart in his hands.
Watched her reactions, the way her body twitched and trembled, the way she clutched at the sheets beneath her, then his arm, clinging to anything, everything, desperate to ground herself.
But there was no grounding herself.
Not when his other arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her down, keeping her still, keeping her at his mercy.
"You feel that?" He murmured. He thrust his fingers deeper, pressing against her G-spot harder, forcing another sharp cry from her lips.
"Mmm," Naruto smirked, his tongue clicking in approval, "I'd say you do."
Hinata's head tilted back, resting against his shoulder, her lips parted, gasping, moaning.
Oh, kami—
She was so close. Close again!
Hinata's body was on fire, every nerve alive, her muscles tensed to their limit, her thighs trembling as she teetered right on the brink—
And then—
He stopped.
"N-No—!" She gasped, her breath stuttering, body arching, desperate, confused.
His fingers didn't leave her—but they didn't move either.
Instead, they rested deep inside her, a maddening, torturous stillness, the only sensation left being the faint, rhythmic pulse of her walls, still clenching, still twitching, desperate to finish.
"You were about to cum, weren't you?" Naruto murmured, his voice a teasing purr against her ear.
Hinata whimpered, "H-Hai—please, please, let me—!"
"Ah, ah," He tsked, his lips brushing against the curve of her jaw, "That's not what you chose, sweetheart."
Her heart nearly stopped.
He was right.
Option two.
She had chosen option two as well.
She had agreed to hold back—to resist, to wait—until he gave her permission.
And now?
Hinata was starting to rethink her choice.
A needy whimper slipped from her lips as she tried—desperately—to rock her hips forward, to chase any kind of friction, any form of release.
But Naruto wouldn't allow it.
His strong arm held her down, locking her in place, keeping her helpless beneath him.
Until—
His fingers moved again.
Her breath hitched, her body thrumming with relief, but that relief was devastatingly short-lived. Because just as quickly as he built her up—just as she could feel the pleasure cresting, ready to snap—
He stopped moving again.
Hinata's body shuddered, betrayed, caught in the cruel limbo between heaven and hell, between ecstasy and agony.
Every ounce of her ached for more, cried for more.
And yet, she was always denied at the very last second.
"That's it," Naruto purred, his fingers abandoning her throbbing core to trace slow, taunting wet circles against her trembling inner thighs, "Let your body feel it. The highs and the lows. The push and pull."
Hinata groaned, trembling, her fingers clutching onto his muscular arm, nails biting into his skin.
"Naruto-san, please," She whispered, her voice wrecked, breathless.
A deep, satisfied hum left his lips.
"Mmm… not yet."
The denial.
The edging.
The cruel, unbearable torment.
She was still there—right there.
Teetering, trembling, hovering over the edge, forced to stay at the very peak of her pleasure, never allowed to fall.
Kami.
It was so… so good.
Naruto gave a soft chuckle, brushing his nose against her temple, letting her sit in that torturous build-up, in that overwhelming, unfulfilled pleasure, before finally—
He relented.
"Alright, sweetheart," His fingers slid deep inside, curling so hard it made her legs weak.
"You can cum now."
And oh, did she.
A strangled, unrecognizable moan ripped from Hinata's throat as her body finally snapped, the tension exploding into another white-hot wave of euphoria, pleasure crashing over her in heavy, mind-numbing pulses.
Once. Again.
"A-Ah! Oh, kamiiii!" She cried out, her voice shattering the peaceful silence of the room, echoing off the walls, dangerously close to slipping beyond and into the hallway. Her back arched sharply, her body writhing, legs convulsing beyond her control as she unraveled completely—her orgasm crashing over her for the second and final time.
"That's it, beautiful," Naruto praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction, his fingers working her through it, guiding her, coaxing every last drop of cum from her body until there was nothing left.
And when the last trembling shudder left her body, when her release had finally ebbed into soft aftershocks, her essence pooling beneath her, was it all over.
With one last stroke, Naruto pulled his fingers free, his palm gliding over her slick, sensitive folds, gathering the warm, glistening aftermath before slowly trailing his hand up her trembling body.
His touch was soothing now, rubbing soft, lazy circles along her belly, up to her ribs, until he finally reached her shoulders.
But Hinata couldn't feel anything.
Could barely see.
Barely hear.
"You did wonderful, sweetheart," She heard Naruto faintly murmur, his tone gentle, affectionate, "Especially for your first time."
This time, there was no teasing, no playful edge—just pure, genuine praise wrapped in the smooth, velvety timbre of his voice.
It made Hinata feel so good.
She could only hum in response, her body limp, completely spent.
Naruto smiled, his strong arms catching her easily as he gently eased her back down onto the table, her heated, glistening body sinking into the plush cushions.
A playful chuckle rumbled from him.
He slipped his sullied gloves off, placing them on the counter before returning.
"Here, allow me," He mused, suddenly smoothing his bare fingers into her hair, giving her a gentle head massage, rubbing small relaxing circles into her scalp.
Hinata let out a soft, contented sigh, her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers worked their magic, massaging away every last ounce of tension from her head.
"Oh Hinata-san, I must say, I truly, truly enjoyed you." He praised.
"You really were the perfect customer—one of my best."
And that's when Hinata, still drowsy, still drunk off pleasure, managed to mumble her next words.
"Can I… be one of your regulars?"
For a brief moment, silence stretched between them.
And then—Naruto's grin widened, a slow, lazy smirk curling at the corners of his lips, his chest vibrating with a deep, pleased chuckle.
"Why, of course, sweetheart!"
He reached down, tilting her chin up with gentle fingers, his thumb brushing over the plush curve of her lips.
His gaze softened fondly, "I'd be honored to take care of you. Again… and again… and again."
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After that, everything else was a blur.
Hinata got dressed, still feeling the lingering warmth of Naruto's touch ghosting over her skin. She paid at the front desk, exchanged pleasantries with Mabui, though her voice was softer, dreamier.
Then, she left.
She walked to her car, but her legs felt boneless, weak in the best possible way.
And then she drove home.
The city lights streaked past her windshield, golden blurs against the deep, velvety night, but she barely noticed them.
Her mind was somewhere else.
On him.
On Naruto.
The way his hands had felt on her body.
The way he had spoken to her, so smooth, so sure, so sexy.
The way he had touched her, unraveled her, fulfilled something inside her that she hadn't even realized she'd been missing.
And the way he had left her feeling brand new.
She felt amazing. Unlike never before.
Her entire body hummed with an afterglow so deep, so complete, she felt weightless, like she was still floating in that massage room.
By the time she arrived home and parked, exhaustion had fully settled over her.
She barely remembered unlocking her door, and stumbling inside her apartment. Barely remembered kicking off her flats, and tossing her purse onto the couch before heading straight to her room.
All she knew was—
She needed sleep.
Now.
She can shower in the morning.
Fumbling with tired fingers, she slipped out of her clothes, trading them for her softest pajamas, a loose-fitting tee and shorts. The second her body hit the mattress, a deep, satisfied sigh escaped her lips.
Goodness.
Her bed had never felt this soft.
Her pillows had never cradled her this perfectly.
And she had never, ever felt this at peace.
Suddenly, a soft meow broke the silence, followed by the gentle thump of paws against her comforter.
Mochi.
Her little white-furred menace had followed her to bed, hopping up onto the mattress with her usual entitlement, climbing onto her pillow before promptly plopping herself on her head.
Hinata didn't care.
Not tonight.
Her body was too heavy, her position felt too good.
For the first time in what felt like forever, she drifted into sleep with a true smile gracing her lips, her body surrendering to the comfort of her sheets.
And the last thing imprinted in her mind before sleep pulled her under?
A pair of piercing ocean-blue eyes.
A smirk that had completely ruined her.
A name that would find its way back to her in her dreams.
And as she drifted off, one thought solidified, concrete in her mind.
Tomorrow, the first thing she'd do was book her next session at Happy Endings.
And she already knew with who.
Naruto Uzumaki.
Only him.
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Notes:
A.N.
Hehe! Thoughts? Thoughts?!? 👀✨
I told y'all this one was special! I really feel like I hit all the right spots with this one (pun very much intended, lol). 💆♀️🔥
Also, just a quick little note—I did some extra digging during my research, and I learned that in professional massage facilities, anything involving sexual elements is actually illegal in some countries. (yikes, right?). So, just a heads-up, this is purely fiction, meant for fun, laughs, and maybe a little indulgence. 😏 Just a spicy little story for the imagination—nothing more, nothing less.
Now, tell me—did I spoil y'all or what? 😌💕
Once again, I had so much fun writing this, and I really hope you had just as much fun reading it! 😌💖
I'm hoping to drop a few more one-shots by the end of February, but if not, then definitely in March—so stay tuned! Got some ideas brewing, and trust me, you won’t want to miss what’s coming next. 😉✨
In the meantime, let me know your thoughts, favorite moments, or even what oneshot of mine you love the most! I always love hearing from you. 💕
- Powerful_Niya
Chapter 42: ❦Happily Ever After❦
Summary:
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On their honeymoon night, newlyweds Naruto and Hinata Uzumaki indulge in a night of passion, love, and deep intimacy at a luxurious love hotel—a place they had always dreamed of visiting together.What begins as a night of pleasure quickly turns into something much more—a physical and emotional awakening, a celebration of their love, and the first of many nights as husband and wife.
#Naruhina Wedding Anniversary
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Notes:
Hey there, readers!
Happy March and Happy Spring! 🌸
But most importantly!!!
Happy Wedding Anniversary to Naruto and Hinata! 💍✨
I can't believe it's finally here! I've been planning this celebration since the very start of the year, brainstorming ways to make this anniversary extra special for our beloved couple. And guess what? I actually finished on time!
Like, what?!
That's a first, lol.
I really made sure to bring my A-game this time, and not only that, but I actually managed to keep this one-shot from turning into an unbearably long novel. (A true miracle, honestly.)
So yeah, double proud of myself for that!
I had so much fun writing this one, and I really hope you all enjoy reading it just as much. Let’s celebrate Naruto and Hinata's love together! 🧡💜
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Happily Ever After
"Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. and Mrs. Uzumaki!"
"Arigatou gozaimasu!"
Those words.
Naruto and Hinata had spoken those words countless times throughout their wedding day—again and again, from morning until night, to smiling faces, to cheering guests, to loved ones beaming with joy.
They bowed deeply, thanking every well-wisher, every elder, every dear friend who had come to witness the moment they had waited for their entire lives.
And yet—no matter how many times they heard it. Congratulations!
No matter how many times they said it. Thank you!
It never lost its magic.
Never dulled.
Never stopped feeling surreal.
It was like a dream they never wanted to wake up from. Like something too beautiful, too perfect, too vast to fit inside a single day.
They were married.
Finally, undeniably, irrevocably bound to one another.
Tied together by fate, by love, by the very vows they had exchanged beneath the sky.
Today and always.
Even now, with the wedding behind them and their honeymoon finally in full swing, their hands remained locked together, fingers tightly intertwined—just as they had been hours ago—
Standing beneath the altar.
Exchanging the very wedding bands that now shimmered on their fingers.
The wedding ceremony had been long, yet it unfolded so gracefully, so beautifully, stretching through the day in a haze of indescribable emotions—and neither of them would have had it any other way.
Every moment had been perfect.
From the slow, breathtaking walk to the altar—where, for the first time all day, their eyes truly met, seeing each other not just as Hinata and Naruto, but as bride and groom…
…as two souls about to become one.
To their wedding vows—spoken in trembling voices, with blushing cheeks and teary eyes, each word drawn not just from the heart, but from the very depths of their souls.
To the way their hands trembled as they slipped their wedding bands onto each other's fingers, to the thunderous applause and joyful cheers that erupted the moment their lips finally met in their first kiss as husband and wife.
They could still remember it vividly. The way it felt.
Deep.
Warm.
All-consuming.
Where the rest of the world faded into nothing, where time itself seemed to pause, where there was no one else, nothing else—only them.
And then finally—
The reception.
An evening overflowing with joy and laughter, surrounded by their dearest friends and family. An evening where cups upon cups of sake were poured and savored, where glasses clinked high in the air, voices lifting in heartfelt toasts, and embarrassing stories spilled freely.
Much to Naruto and Hinata's dismay.
They ate and ate until their bellies were full, danced until their legs could barely hold them up, and laughed until their tummies ached, tears glistening at the corners of their eyes.—
Until breathlessness became bliss.
Until they were lost in the magic of the night, carried away until the stars shone high above them.
Yes.
Every moment had been exactly as they had imagined.
Exactly as they had wanted.
A perfect day.
A perfect beginning to their forever.
And now, with nightfall upon them, it was time to unwind.
To indulge.
To finally enjoy a night that belonged to no one else but them.
A sleek gold key slid smoothly across the counter, the soft scrape of metal against polished wood filling the space between them. It came to a halt just inches from where Naruto and Hinata stood, catching the warm, rose-tinted glow of the lights above.
Their gazes dropped.
There, resting against the polished counter, was their hotel key, and dangling from it, a small, heart-shaped keychain—a detail so charming, so deceptively innocent, it almost felt out of place.
Naruto chuckled, "Heh, cute."
He cast a sideways glance down at his wife, his grin widening at the sight of her flushed cheeks, the way her lavender eyes lingered on the key on the counter—though her expression told a different story.
Because while the key itself may have seemed sweet and cutesy—
The place it led to?
Not so much.
The engraving on the key glinted under the low, intimate lighting, the delicate letters etched into its surface reflecting back at them—
"Suite 707."
"Your room has been set up exactly as requested," the hotel receptionist chirped, the words flowing effortlessly from her lips—as if she'd recited those words a thousand times before.
She was young, poised, with red lips painted into a welcoming smile and chestnut-brown hair pulled into a high, sleek bun, not a single strand out of place.
Her blouse hugged her curves, emphasizing a rather generous bust, and the way she leaned forward just slightly, elbows resting delicately on the counter, told them everything they needed to know.
She was eager for her job.
Perhaps, a little too eager.
From the moment Naruto and Hinata stepped inside, from the second her gaze landed on their glistening wedding bands, her demeanor had been rather…playful.
Naruto sensed it—the way her eyes lingered, watching them just a little too closely.
Like she had seen hundreds of newlyweds before them.
Some shy.
Some bold.
Some still caught in the daze of saying "I do."
But something about Naruto and Hinata amused her more than the rest.
Maybe it was the way Naruto's grip on Hinata's hand never wavered, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles over her knuckles—gentle, yet possessive.
Or maybe it was the way Hinata's cheeks flushed so easily, her lavender eyes flickering with something soft, unsure—yet undeniably excited.
Maybe it was the eagerness thrumming between them.
The quiet thrill of their first night as husband and wife.
Or maybe, it was simply the fact that they had been waiting for this moment for so long—waiting to come here.
They had talked about this place for years, wondered what it would be like, joked about making the trip one day.
And now, as husband and wife—they were finally here.
The Secret Garden.
A love hotel.
A five-star one, too.
It was a hidden oasis, tucked away in the southernmost reaches of Kyushu, Japan—where the air was constantly warm, the nights stretched long, and the sea breeze carried the kind of temptation that lingered like the burn of good sake.
This was no ordinary hotel.
Wasn't for hurried travelers, tired businessmen, or even families on vacation.
No.
This place was built solely for lovers.
A place where intimacy thrived behind closed doors.
Where secrecy was expected.
Where pleasure was promised.
Where desire was indulged.
A retreat for couples who wanted to disappear, to exist in a world of their own making—if only for a little while.
And just stepping into the reception area promised exactly that.
Soft, ambient lighting glowed from rose-gold chandeliers. The walls were draped in deep red velvet, the fabric rich and indulgent, meeting plush, matching cushions that lined the elegant chairs in the seating area.
Beneath their feet, the marble floor gleamed, smooth and cool—a striking contrast to the warmth that pulsed through the air, creeping into their cheeks, blooming deep within their chests.
Flowers were everywhere.
Makes sense, given the love hotel's name.
Many were arranged in elegant vases, others draped along the walls, cascading in lush, flowing garlands. Some were even woven into a breathtaking petal arch, framing the grand entrance to the lobby.
Their fragrance filled almost every corner of the building—so fresh, so sweet, so intoxicating.
And if that wasn't enough—there were other scents, too.
Subtle hints of rosewood and vanilla.
Not overwhelming, but just enough.
Enough to latch onto the senses.
Enough to sink beneath the skin.
Enough to warm the chest and make the eyes feel just a little heavier, a little hazier.
Like…an aphrodisiac.
Here and there, the walls were adorned with intimate artwork—portraits of lovers entwined, their bodies bare, sculpted in soft, artistic depictions of passion.
It was beautiful.
It was sensual.
It was exactly the kind of place Naruto and Hinata had always wanted to visit.
And for the next few weeks—it was all theirs.
"I truly hope you two enjoy your stay." The receptionist’s voice rose once more, her nails drumming lightly against the desk—a soft, rhythmic click, click, click.
"And if you need anything—" She paused, her red lips curling with amusement, "Anything at all—just dial zero."
Hinata's cheeks burned, her blush deepening, turning her as red as a ripe tomato. Heat crawled up her neck, spreading like fire throughout her entire body.
She couldn't shake it.
The jittery excitement.
The nervous, overwhelming anticipation sat buried deep in her chest, its grip tightening, coiling deeper with every thought, every breath, every passing second.
It's finally happened.
She was finally a wife.
Newly married.
Still adorned with the soft flush of her wedding makeup, her midnight-blue hair cascading in elegant waves down her back, crowned by a delicate headband woven with white camellias, baby's breath, and soft pink forget-me-nots—a floral arrangement as gentle and precious, as she was.
Her wedding gown was gone, exchanged for something lighter, more comfortable—a simple white sundress, one that still carried the grace, the beauty, and the full essence of a bride.
Finally, married.
Married to the man of her dreams.
It didn't feel real.
But it was real.
Hinata felt like freaking out.
Like fainting.
Like crying, laughing, or maybe spinning in circles and screaming at the top of her lungs, declaring to the entire world just how unbelievably happy she was.
But even that—even all of that—wouldn't come close to capturing the depth of what she felt.
Kami.
On second thought… she just might faint.
But just as her world threatened to slip away into darkness, a gentle squeeze to her hand pulled her back, keeping her grounded for the one last second she needed.
"You okay, Hina?"
She blinked, her thoughts still struggling to catch up to reality.
Her gaze snapped up to Naruto's.
Somewhere along the way, he had already finished up with the receptionist, their adorably themed room key now dangling between his fingers.
She nodded, still breathless.
"Yeah… it's just surreal." She acknowledged in total disbelief, "We talked about this for so long, always saying we'd come here someday, and now…"
"We're finally here," Naruto murmured, finishing the thought for her, "About to treat ourselves."
He leaned in, his warmth sinking deep, lips grazing her ear as his voice dropped—low, rough, just how she liked.
"All night long."
A slow, delicious heat coiled deep in her stomach, spreading lower, settling right between her thighs.
She knew exactly what that meant.
Hinata barely had a second to process before strong hands wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly off her feet.
A startled giggle spilled from her lips.
Her body crashed against Naruto's solid chest, her legs tucked securely in his muscular arms, cradled bridal style.
Hinata barely had time to loop her arms around his neck before he was already on the move, carrying her quickly toward the lobby's elevator.
Behind the desk, the receptionist giggled, watching the newlyweds rush off in their excitement.
"Have fun, you two~!" She called after them, lifting a hand in a playful wave.
But neither of them noticed.
They were lost in their own little world now.
Hinata laughed, breathless, her face pressing into his shoulder, his warmth seeping through the fabric of his suit.
"N-Naruto-kun!" She gasped between breathless giggles, trying to contain the fluttering in her chest.
His grin widened, his hold on her tightening just a little more.
"C'mon, Hina," Naruto scoffed playfully, flashing her a toothy, mischievous grin, "You didn't really think I'd let you use those pretty little legs of yours to walk, did ya?" A deep, rumbling chuckle rolled through his chest, the sound vibrating against her, sinking into her skin.
His fingers flexed teasingly against her thighs, bunching up the soft fabric of her white dress beneath his calloused hands.
"Nah, not a chance." He shook his head, his spiky blonde locks bouncing with the motion, "Not on our honeymoon."
He jostled her playfully in his grip, making her squeal, her laughter spilling out even louder, drawing a few curious glances from nearby guests. Hinata's cheeks burned at the sight, mortification creeping up her neck, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't stop giggling.
"Naruto-kun! P-People are looking!" She whispered embarrassingly, burying her face against his neck, her warm breath fanning over his skin.
Naruto only grinned, completely unfazed, not even sparing the onlookers a second glance.
"Let 'em look, hime."
He leaned in a little closer, his lips brushing dangerously close to her ear.
"All I want you to do," He murmured, his voice low, hot, "is sit back, relax, and let your husband do the honors—"
His smirk deepened, his grip firm and steady as he finally carried her through the open elevator doors.
"Let me take you to our room the right way."
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Finally arriving at Suite 707 on the seventh floor, Naruto didn't hesitate for even a moment. With Hinata's hand firmly in his, he slipped the key into the door, turning it with ease, the soft rattle of the knob barely audible over the rapid pounding of their hearts.
A quiet click.
A twist of the handle.
The door swung open.
And what awaited them on the other side—stole the breath straight from their lungs.
A masterpiece of luxury.
A dream brought to life.
A private paradise—all theirs.
Candles flickered softly on every available surface—end tables, shelves, even along the edges of the window panes. Their golden glow spilled delicate shadows across the polished white walls, the flickering light the only illumination in the entire room.
It made everything look so dimmed, so beautifully dimmed.
The perfect setting for clothes to drop and beds to rock.
A little further into the spacious room, a grand king-sized bed awaited them, its surface draped in luxurious champagne-colored silk, adorned with a delicate scattering of soft pink rose petals, some resting on the sheets, others gracing the floor around the bed's edges.
And the icing on the cake?
Elegant curtains cascaded around the bed, soft and weightless, draping like a delicate bridal veil—much like the one Hinata had worn just hours ago. They framed the bed in a graceful swoop, held back by silken ties.
Against the far window, in the center of an elegantly set dining table, a bottle of chilled champagne rested in a polished silver ice bucket, beads of condensation rolling down its sleek surface. Beside it, two delicate crystal flutes sat waiting, paired with a vase of red roses and a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries, their rich, glossy coating tempting even from across the room, an indulgence just begging to be devoured.
And then—there was the scent.
Hints of fresh roses and warm vanilla curled through the air, tickling their noses, clinging to their senses and refusing to let go.
The room had everything a couple could need: a spacious kitchen, a private bathroom, a lavish bedroom, cozy dining area, and even a balcony.
Everything they needed.
Naruto let out a low whistle, his grip tightening slightly on Hinata's hand.
"Damn…" He murmured, his voice thick with pure, unfiltered awe as his wide cerulean eyes swept over the room, "Would ya get a load of this beauty."
He let out a playful snort, flashing his wife a lopsided grin.
"Heh, surely makes a guy feel rich."
Hinata pressed a hand to her chest, her wide lavender eyes turning to Naruto, mirroring the awe reflected in his own.
"Naruto-kun… this is…" She exhaled, the words barely forming, lost in the breathtaking beauty of their hotel room.
"...perfect." She finally whispered.
Naruto shifted, his gaze softening as he took her in—not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.
He couldn't help himself.
Not when every second drew him back to her.
To the wonder gleaming in those beautiful lavender eyes. The quiet reverence in that soft, delicate voice of hers.
And in that moment, he saw it.
The perfect moment.
An opening.
And Naruto wasn't about to waste it.
"Mmm…" He hummed, turning fully toward her, his towering height making her petite frame seem even smaller beneath him.
His hands found her waist, thick fingers gliding over the soft curves that now belonged to him—that he had every right to hold.
"Not as perfect as you, hime."
Hinata barely had time to process his words before the quiet click of the door locking behind them filled the room—Naruto's foot kicking it closed without so much as a backward glance.
And just like that—they were alone.
The shift was instant.
He felt it.
Both of them did.
The warmth of the candlelit room wrapped around them, but all Naruto could feel was her.
His wife.
His hands tightened around her waist, fingers pressing gently into the soft fabric of her sundress as he guided her backward, further into the room, until the flickering candlelight bathed her in gold.
His lips hovered inches from hers, warm breath fanning against her skin as he took her in—every curve of her face, every flutter of her lashes, every soft rise and fall of her chest, and every soft, unsteady breath she gave him.
And in that moment—Naruto thanked Kami.
For this moment.
For this woman.
For the breath in his lungs.
For the heartbeat in his chest.
For the unshakable reality that he was here—alive. With her.
Staring into her eyes.
Holding her just like this.
Loving her exactly the way she deserved.
"I've imagined this moment so many times." Naruto's voice was low, husky, a whisper meant only for her ears.
His breath was warm as it ghosted over her lips.
Hinata's breath hitched, her lavender eyes shimmering, fingers clutching at the lapels of his suit, holding onto him as if her life depended on it.
She didn't need to ask.
She knew he had more to say.
And he knew she wanted to hear it.
"Being here," He murmured, voice barely more than a breath. His hands slid lower, his thumbs tracing lazy, teasing circles over her hips, like he had all the time in the world to explore her.
"With you."
His forehead pressed lightly against hers, lips hovering just close enough to graze, never quite touching, just enough to steal the air from her lungs.
"But nothing I ever imagined… could come close to this."
A soft, shaky exhale escaped Hinata's lips, her fingers tightening against the lapels of his tux.
She could feel it—
Her heart.
Pounding.
Racing.
Threatening to burst from her chest.
Kami…
Her husband was so dreamy, so heartbreakingly beautiful that he almost didn't feel real. Her vision filled with nothing but him—his face, his touch, the way his cerulean eyes swirled with affection, devotion—so much love.
For her.
All for her.
His gaze alone said things that words never truly could.
But when he did speak?
That was another battle entirely.
One her poor heart never stood a chance against.
Because his voice—kami.
His voice always dropped lower, turning husky, impossibly smooth whenever he got like this.
Whenever that side of him took over.
In that state, his lips became a direct conduit to his heart, spilling every emotion, every unspoken promise, every silent vow she had ever longed to hear.
And oh—she loved it.
Loved the way he leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over her skin, and whispered directly to her, his words wrapping around her like silk and fire all at once.
Loved when Naruto let his walls down, when he got all mushy and sweet, when he was soft just for her.
It made her feel special.
Like the happiest woman on earth.
And now—here he was again.
She felt like pudding in his hands, ever-steadily melting and melting…
But she held herself together.
Just for this moment.
"Naruto-kun…" She whispered, her lashes fluttering, her stomach twisting into a warm, ooey-gooey mess. She swallowed, tilting her chin just slightly, just enough to meet his gaze, to let him see—truly see—what his confession did to her.
Cheeks flushed.
Lips soft, parted.
"It's time to stop imagining…" She whispered breathlessly. Her voice was barely more than a murmur, but Naruto heard it.
Felt it.
Deep in his bones.
Her delicate hands glided slowly up his chest, fingertips tracing over the dark fabric of his tux, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath—feeling exactly what she was doing to him.
Her grip tightened, knuckles curling into his suit. And then—she pulled him just a fraction closer, her lips brushing his, the softest, briefest touch.
A whisper of a kiss.
One that sent fire rushing through him.
"And start living it with me."
For a moment, Naruto just stared—his blue eyes flickering with a storm of emotions, raw and unfiltered, flashing too fast to name.
Awe.
Hunger.
Devotion.
Something deeper. Darker.
Something only she could stir within him.
And then—his lips quirked, a slow, knowing smirk creeping across his whiskered face.
A look that sent heat rushing through her veins.
His hands slid lower, finding their way over the curve of her hips, slipping down until his palms cupped the soft swell of her ass through the thin fabric of her sundress.
A firm squeeze.
Hinata gasped, the sound spilling straight into his lips.
"You can bet on that, Hina." His nose brushed against hers, the faintest tease of a touch before he finally gave in to temptation.
"For tonight." A soft kiss, featherlight, barely a press.
"For tomorrow." Another, deeper, leaving her breathless.
"For the rest of our lives."
And this time—when he kissed her—it was anything but brief.
The kiss was fierce, consuming, the kind that left no space between them, no hesitation, no room for air. Their lips crashed like waves against the shore, desperate and unrelenting, full of raw hunger and aching devotion.
Their feet tangled, shifting with every move further into their room, stumbling slightly but never pulling away.
No, they were desperate, needy, insatiable.
Chasing something deeper.
Something more.
Something that neither of them ever wanted to end.
Naruto's hands roamed, gripping, kneading, exploring, pulling Hinata against him until there was nothing between them but the heat of their bodies. Her manicured fingers tangled into his blonde hair upon instinct, curling tight, nails dragging along his scalp with just the right amount of pressure.
A shudder rippled through him, a low, guttural sound humming from the back of his throat.
Their heads tilted and shifted, whipping left and right. Their lips parted, before colliding again, never breaking for too long—never willing to let go.
Lips against lips.
Tongue against tongue.
Heart against heart.
A low, gravelly hum vibrated from Naruto's throat, his grip on her tightening.
"Mmm, up ya go."
Before Hinata could even react, his hands gripped her thighs, and with effortless strength, he hoisted her up, her legs instinctively curling around his waist. She barely had time to gasp before he devoured her lips again, swallowing the sound whole.
Hinata moaned deep into his mouth, so deep, Naruto could feel the vibration in his skull, rattling his senses.
His mind fogged.
His pulse roared.
Hinata's hands were everywhere, fingers dragging over his shoulders, fisting at his tux, yanking at the fabric, desperate to get to the skin beneath. His hands followed suit, large, rough palms tracing the soft curve of her backside, fingers gripping, kneading, trailing lower.
Up and down.
Pulling up her dress inch by inch.
He walked them further.
Further into the room.
Until—
Softness.
Plush silk.
Hinata let out a breathy moan as her back met the mattress, the plush surface dipping beneath her weight. Scattered petals stirred from the impact, some slipping into the delicate folds of her dress, others cascading across her chest like fallen whispers of their passion.
Even her flower headband slipped free, tumbling from her hair and onto the bed.
But neither of them paid it any mind.
Naruto was right there, following her down, his body a furnace of warmth and strength as he pressed in close. One arm braced above her head, the other locking her in place, keeping her right there—right where she belonged.
His hips met hers as he bent over her, a deep, rolling grind.
Friction.
Pressure.
The thick aching heat of his erection teased against her already sensitive core, a deep, satisfied groan rumbling from his chest.
Hinata's breath stuttered, her thighs tensing around him. Her fingers fisted the back of his shirt, before slipping further up, threading through his wild, blonde locks again, pulling him closer, deeper.
Naruto let her.
Let her pull him in, cling to him, wrap herself around him, her soft curves molding perfectly against the hard, sculpted planes of his body. The shadow of his frame towered over her, casting its reflection onto the silk sheets, completely engulfing the delicate petiteness of his wife.
And there—in the midst of the silk sheets, in the heart of the scattered petals and embraced within the sheer veil of the curtains—
Naruto claimed her lips once more.
Addicted.
Drunk.
Utterly lost in the sweet, intoxicating taste of his wife—his everything.
"Mmm, Naruto-kun…"
His name rolled off Hinata's tongue in a moan, and he swore it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
Soft, sweet, needy—a whisper of a plea.
Her legs shifted, brushing against his, her thighs grazing the firm muscle of his own, right where his knees dug into the bed, planted firm on either side of her.
Even now—even as he hovered above her, his self-control literally hanging by a thread—he was careful. Holding himself up, bracing his hands against the sheets beside her head. He never allowed his full weight to press down, never allowing himself to crush the delicate woman beneath him.
He couldn't have that. Wouldn't have that.
Hinata was meant to be cherished.
Treasured.
And tonight—he'd do exactly that.
He'd take his time. He'd let her feel everything.
Let her know—without a shadow of a doubt—
That she was his.
And he was hers.
"Hinata-chan."
It was his turn to moan her name.
It left his lips as a breathless sound of worship, spilling from him just as he captured her lower lip between his teeth. He nipped—just enough to draw out a soft, needy whimper from her, then soothed the sting with a slow, lingering pull.
He slid his tongue forward, coaxing her lips to part, silently pleading for her to let him in.
And she let him.
Kami, she let him.
And the second he had the space, he tilted his head, sealing their mouths together perfectly—like a puzzle piece clicking into place.
His tongue slid into the warmth of her mouth, swirling against hers, tasting her, taking everything she gave him.
Her heat.
Her saliva.
Her breath.
Her need.
It was there—in the way her body trembled beneath him, in the way her fingers dug into his shoulders, in the soft, breathless moans she couldn't hold back.
And when she moaned again, the sound muffled between their lips, Naruto swallowed it whole—
Claiming it.
Owning it.
Letting it fuel the fire burning between them.
"Damn, hime…" Naruto murmured against her mouth, his voice gravelly, thick, his dark blue eyes heavy-lidded with hunger, "You taste so fucking good."
His lips lingered on her.
He couldn't stay away.
He dragged his lips over hers, slow, teasing, his breath hot against her skin.
Tilting his head, he dipped lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jawline, then tracing a languid path down the delicate curve of her neck.
Gobbling her up.
Devouring her.
"Fuck, I can't get enough of you." Naruto groaned deep in his chest. One large hand gripped her leg, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her flush against him, the thread of his restraint clinging on to dear life at this point.
A soft whimper slipped past Hinata's lips, her fingers gripping his shoulders, nails digging in lightly as she tried to pull him back up, needing his lips on hers again.
"Then don't stop…" She whispered, breathless.
Naruto let out a low chuckle, "Who said I was stoppin' baby?"
Before she could even take a breath, he craned his neck, closed the distance, and gave her exactly what she wanted.
His lips.
Her lips parted against his, kissing him back with just as much hunger. Just as much need.
"I need more…" Hinata whispered between kisses, the words barely escaping between gasps.
"Tch. Greedy little thing, aren't ya?" Naruto teased, smirking against her mouth.
Hinata giggled, but it didn't stop her from tugging him down for another kiss, "Only for you, Naruto-kun."
He let out a low, appreciative hum.
Oh, he liked the sound of that.
He pulled back just enough to stare into her beautiful lavender eyes, his own gaze dark, hazy, completely drowning in her.
"Say that again."
Her lips curled against his, "Only for you."
His eyes darkened.
"Again."
Hinata giggled again, light and airy, like the soft chime of bells.
To Naruto, it was music—pure, sweet, and utterly intoxicating.
She shook her head playfully before nuzzling her nose against his, "Only for you, my love."
Another deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest, slipping past his lips as his dark blue eyes gazed deep into hers—foreheads still pressed together, their hearts pounding in perfect sync.
Two beats, one rhythm.
"Kami, I love you, Hinata-chan." Naruto confessed, his voice raw, whispering those words with his whole chest, with every ounce of feeling inside him.
He meant it—more than anything he had ever felt in his entire life.
Hinata's eyes twinkled, glowing under the candlelight, "And I love you, Naruto-kun."
And on that note, Naruto was just about to close the distance, about to seal his love with another kiss when—
A gentle finger pressed against his lips, stopping him.
He blinked, confused, his brows furrowing slightly.
Hinata giggled, her fingertips trailing from his lips to his jaw, then to his whiskered cheek before she brushed her thumb across his mouth.
"I think it's only fair I let you in on a little secret…" She whispered, her voice soft, teasing, "before things get too out of hand."
Naruto's head tilted, eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity.
The way he looked at her—like a confused little pup—was so adorable, she couldn't take it.
Hinata's cheeks bloom pink, her lips stretching wide with a smile so big, it ached.
"A secret…?" His voice was low, curious.
Hinata nodded, her fingers tracing absentmindedly along his collar.
"I brought a surprise for you."
And just like that—that sweet, innocent look was gone. Naruto's entire demeanor shifted, his blue eyes darkening further, flickering with something hotter, sharper, primal.
His hand slid down, down, down, fingers ghosting along her leg, trailing past the hem of her dress, brushing against the soft, warm skin beneath.
"A surprise, huh?"
His smirk stretched wider, rough fingertips inching just a little higher, barely grazing the sensitive skin where thigh met hip.
Hinata's breath hitched, but there was a twinkle in her lavender eyes, a spark of mischievousness that hadn't been there a moment ago.
"Mhm," She hummed, her lips parting slightly, "Something special."
Naruto's brows lifted slightly, intrigue flickering behind the heat in his gaze, "Tch. No one told me we were doing surprises tonight."
Hinata let out a soft, airy giggle, arms wrapping around his neck, playing with his blonde hair with her fingers.
"It's okay, my love." Hinata murmured, leaning in, her plump lips gliding along his sharp jawline, "I just thought... I'd take it upon myself to make tonight a little more... exciting."
"Mmm, fuck."
Naruto groaned, low and deep, absolutely liking the sound of that.
"Now you really got me curious, hime."
He dipped lower, breath fanning against the shell of her ear.
"Go on," He whispered, "Don't leave me waiting, baby. Tell me."
His tongue flicked out, tasting her, just a brief, teasing stroke along the curve of her ear, enough to make her shudder beneath him.
"Or…" His smirk was pure sin, "should I find out for myself?"
Hinata gasped, but quickly shook her head, tutting softly.
"No, no, no, my love." She gently chastised.
Before he could respond, she closed the distance, capturing his lips in a kiss so hot, so messy, a thin string of saliva stretched between them when she finally pulled away.
Naruto swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing, his breath a little less steady now.
Hinata batted her lashes at him, her lavender eyes twinkling with something deliciously sinful.
"How about I do one better?" She moaned. Her fingers tip-toed up his chest, just over his pecs.
"How about I show you instead?"
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"Ready now, Hinata-chan?"
Naruto's voice rang out, carrying across the hotel suite as he sat perched at the edge of the bed, his patience wearing thinner by the second.
The overcoat to his tux was long discarded, leaving him in just his white button-down undershirt, the fabric slightly wrinkled from where his wife's hands had fisted it earlier.
His pants, though?
A goddamn problem.
His pants felt tight.
Too damn tight.
Thanks to the very prominent, throbbing problem lodged inside, pressing painfully against his zipper, begging to be free.
And yet—here he was.
Waiting.
Hinata had somehow managed to wrench herself out of his hold, long enough to grab her bags the hotel staff had brought up earlier and vanish into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Leaving him to sit there.
Leaving him to wonder what her…surprise was all about.
Leaving him to reluctantly wait for her.
Leaving him to sulk, and plead.
"Hinata-chan, come on, are you ready yet?"
He all but whined those words, his frustration clear as day.
Fidgeting at the edge of the bed, he kicked his feet, throwing a tantrum.
And he was just about to call out to her again when, finally, he heard her voice.
"Hai! All ready!"
Naruto's heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
He shimmied, kicked his legs, clapped his hands together like an excited little kid on his birthday.
"Hell yeah!" he shouted, his voice booming with excitement as he turned toward the bathroom door.
"Now hurry up and bring your sexy ass out here so we can finish what we started! I can't wait anymore!"
A soft giggle echoed from behind the door.
"I know, I know! I'm sorry for making you wait!" She squeaked, her voice muffled through the wood.
"But I promise—" she added playfully, "this surprise will be worth every second."
A pause.
"I just need you to close your eyes first."
Naruto groaned, his excitement dampened slightly by the condition.
"Fine." He grumbled dramatically—but that didn't mean he was going to obey.
He purposely kept his eyes uncovered, peeking over his shoulder at the closed bathroom door, waiting, watching.
And he would have gotten away with it too—
If she hadn't caught him.
"Close your eyes, Naruto-kun~" Her voice sang out, "I know they're not closed."
Damn it.
She knew him too well.
"Damn, ya got me." Naruto let out a long, dramatic sigh, his shoulders slumping as he finally—begrudgingly—shut his eyes.
"This better be good, hime."
Another giggle escaped from the bathroom, light and teasing, before the room fell into silence.
Then—
A quiet creak as the door slowly swung open.
Naruto's ears perked at the sound, every muscle in his body tensing in anticipation.
Then—he heard it.
Her footsteps.
Soft and delicate, tapping gently against the floor.
Each step drawing closer.
And closer.
And closer.
"Keep your eyes closed, please," He heard her murmur, voice soft, sweet, but carrying a quiet command.
Naruto huffed, shifting slightly on the bed.
"They're shut tight, hime. I swear, it's pitch black over here."
A light, airy laugh slipped past her lips.
The sound was barely more than a breath, but it hit him hard, his fingers twitching against the smooth silk sheets.
Then—he heard her footsteps stop.
Right in front of him.
Hinata was standing before him now, so close he could almost feel her presence, feel her warmth.
His lips twitched, fighting back a smirk.
Kami, he wanted to peek.
But something about the way she was making him wait—made the moment all the more intoxicating.
He couldn’t deny it.
Because when it finally happened—
When she finally said the words he’d been aching to hear for the last ten minutes—
"Alright, my love, you can look."
She didn't have to tell him twice.
The second the words left her lips, Naruto's eyes snapped open, eager to see her.
But when he did, his breath caught in his throat.
Kami…
For a split second, he thought she was standing there in her wedding dress again.
The white veil draped over her played tricks on his mind, making him do a double take.
But as he looked closer, he noticed this one was different.
Unlike the delicate, sheer veil she wore during their wedding, this fabric was thicker—silk, chiffon—designed to conceal rather than reveal.
It wrapped around her like a cloud of silk, flowing down her body in soft, rippling waves, leaving only the faintest silhouette of her delicate frame beneath.
She had chosen this veil precisely to hide her surprise.
Naruto's heart skipped a beat.
His mouth went dry as he drank in the sight of her.
Hinata stood there, ever so elegantly, her lavender eyes twinkling with a playful glint under the soft, flickering glow of candlelight.
She shimmied her hips—just slightly—just enough to send the sheer fabric shifting with her, teasing him with glimpses of what lay beneath.
He groaned a deep one.
Hinata bit down on her lower lip, "And now, for being so patient…"
With a slow, steady exhale, she lifted her fingers—and with a graceful flick—
She opened the veil.
First, the left side.
Then, the right.
She held it open, revealing what had been hidden beneath, her delicate fingers clutching the soft fabric, presenting herself entirely to him.
"Here's your surprise, my love."
And finally—there it was.
Naruto's jaw went slack, his breath rushing out in a quiet, choked curse.
"Holy shit, Hina…"
His dark blue eyes roved over her, devouring every inch of what she had so beautifully wrapped just for him.
Lingerie.
That was her surprise.
Her. In lingerie.
The set she wore was pure white—just like her wedding dress had been.
But before, she had looked like a dream. His dream.
Now?
She looked like a fantasy. His fantasy.
Thin straps rested delicately over her shoulders, soft against her smooth skin, holding up the beautiful lace bralette she wore.
The bra hugged her curves like they've never been hugged before, the sheer fabric clinging to her like a second skin, barely keeping her plump, pearly-white breasts contained.
A tantalizing glimpse of cleavage peeked through, teasing him, tempting him—just enough to drive him mad.
Tiny, pearlescent beads lined the intricate floral embroidery, glistening under the flickering candlelight, catching in the delicate weave of the fabric.
And then—the panties.
The matching lace pair sat high on her hips, accentuating the gentle dip of her waist, the thin satin bows at either side practically begging to be untied.
And the cherry on top?
Thigh-high stockings clung to her legs, sheer, barely-there, clipped to a delicate white garter belt, its lace trim brushing against the plush skin of her plump thighs.
A vision.
A goddamn masterpiece.
Naruto's fingers curled into the sheets, chest heaving like a mandman in a strait jacket.
He was losing it.
"Hina…" He rasped, his voice thick, raw, hands twitching, his whole body thrumming with the need to touch, to feel, to worship.
Hinata stepped forward, letting the veil slip from her hands, the soft fabric pooling like silk at her feet.
A knowing smile played on her lips.
"So…" She whispered, voice soft, teasing, her heartbeat pounding beneath her ribs, "Was my surprise worth the wait?"
Naruto shook his head, not in disagreement, not in disappointment—but as a warning.
"Hina." He called her name again, but this his voice was dark, low, edged with something dangerous.
Her breath caught.
"H-Hai?"
He exhaled shakily, his jaw tight, his grip on the sheets white-knuckled.
"You better come here before I lose my goddamn mind."
Hinata giggled softly, but it barely lasted before she let out a breathy gasp. Because in an instant, he had reached out, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her into his lap like she weighed nothing at all.
Her legs instinctively straddled him, her hands bracing against his shoulders as she settled against the hard, throbbing heat beneath his pants.
She bit her lip, peering down at him through her lashes, "I take it you liked my surprise?" She whispered, the slightest shake of her hips making him suck in a sharp breath.
Naruto's tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he gripped her hips, holding her still.
"Like it?" His voice was nothing but gravel now.
His hands slid down, squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs, his thumbs teasing along the garter straps.
"Baby, you just about killed me."
She giggled in amusement.
And then—she moved.
A slow but bold rock of her hips, pressing against the thick, aching length of him, dragging just enough friction to make him groan.
"Hime…" He gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into her thighs, warning her.
But she just smiled.
Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath hot, tantalizing.
"Then show me."
Another slow roll of her hips.
"Show me what seeing me like this does to you."
She pressed soft, lingering kisses along his ear, her tongue flicking teasingly over his lobe, sending a sharp shiver down his spine.
"Don't hold back, Naruto-kun."
And that—
That was it for him.
In the span of a single heartbeat, he had her flipped over, effortlessly slipping her off his hips and onto her back against the silk-covered bed.
A breathless giggle escaped her lips as he gripped her legs, tugging her toward the edge of the mattress, positioning her exactly where he wanted her.
And that's when he saw them.
The white stilettos strapped to her delicate feet.
A perfect match to the rest of her sinful little surprise.
Fuck.
His breath hitched, eyes darkening as he dragged his gaze down her legs, over the soft expanse of her thighs, back to the naughty gleam in her lavender eyes.
He exhaled sharply, roughly spreading her legs wide, causing her to moan.
"You're really tryin' to kill me, aren't ya, hime?" He growled, feral like a rabid animal.
Hinata tilted her head, feigning innocence, her lips curving just the slightest, "I don't know what you mean."
Naruto huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.
"Lingerie. Fuckin' heels." His hands skimmed up the length of her legs, his thumbs teasing at the straps of her shoes, "You know exactly what you're doing."
She giggled again, soft and sweet, but there was nothing innocent about it.
Playful, yes—but sinful.
She was pushing him, testing him, teasing him.
And fuck, was it working.
Naruto let out a low, strained groan, his head dropping against her thigh for just a moment, his breath hot against her skin as he tried to steady himself.
Tried.
Because there was no steadying himself now.
Not when Hinata looked like this.
Not when she was laid out so prettily for him.
Naruto inhaled slowly, deeply, then dragged his lips along the inside of her thigh.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
He scattered soft kisses down her glossy legs, each one trailing heat in its wake, leading him straight to his prize.
The delicate lace of her panties.
Right along the curve of her freshly shaved pussy.
He bent lower, his tongue flicking out, tasting her smooth, supple skin, before hooking a single finger beneath the lace of her underwear.
A teasing tug.
Just enough for the cool air to kiss her heated skin.
Hinata shuddered, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as her hand plunged into his wild blonde hair, fingers twisting through the strands, sending a few loose tufts falling over his eyes.
But Naruto didn't care.
Didn't stop.
Didn't waver.
"Hime…" He murmured, his voice thick with arousal, laced with something dark, heated—dangerous.
"You have no idea what you’ve just started."
Another kiss.
A slow, lingering press of his lips against her inner thigh, his breath hovering dangerously close to where she needed him most.
A slow, sinful smirk curved his lips as his darkened gaze dragged back up to hers, "But don't worry, baby…"
His fingers tightened on her soft skin, his voice dipping lower.
"It's time I show you now."
And just like that—
In the blink of an eye—
Her panties were slipped aside.
And then—hot lips sealed over her dripping core.
Hinata let out a sharp gasp, her body jerking, the sound cracking into a breathy, helpless moan from the pleasure that suddenly slammed into her gut.
Her body sank deeper into the mattress, legs trembling, thighs twitching, as if the very air around them had thickened under the weight of what was happening.
What he was doing to her.
What he was finally taking.
A real taste of her.
And she was already soaked.
Her slick, quivering folds glistened under the dim glow of their hotel room, already coated in fresh arousal, practically dripping—an open invitation for his hungry mouth.
And Naruto?
He was never one to turn down an invitation.
His tongue flattened, before he dragged it up, slow at first, lapping her up like she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
The first taste had his eyes rolling back, a low, deep groan rumbling from his chest.
Sweet.
So fucking sweet.
"Mmm…" His head tilted slightly as he curled his tongue, slipping it between her slick, needy folds. He parted her, opening her up, savoring the way her body clenched, the soft shudders that wracked her beneath his mouth.
Fuck, Hinata was perfect.
Every part of her—every delicate, trembling inch—was made for him, meant to be devoured, worshipped, savored.
Every moan.
Every twitch.
Every delicious little gasp.
And of course—
Her pussy.
Kami.
Her pussy was a gorgeous, blushing shade of pink, swollen from arousal, slick with need. The soft flickering glow of the candles bathed her in golden light, leaving nothing hidden, no secrets kept—
Not when her pretty, trembling cunt was already giving everything away.
Twitching so prettily.
Begging to be seen.
Desperate to be the center of his world, to be bathed in the heat of his gaze, to be the very thing he would worship tonight.
And the sight before him—
Fuck.
It was utterly intoxicating, so much so that it had his blood roaring in his veins, his cock straining painfully against his pants, pulsing with the need to be buried inside her.
Thick, soft folds, supple and warm, parted for him so beautifully, like the petals of a rose in full bloom.
Those sinful, dripping lips framed her tight, fluttering entrance, and Naruto watched, entranced, as it breathed for him, opening and closing, waxing and waning, clenching on nothing but air and the very juices that slipped from its depths.
Begging.
Begging to be filled.
Stretched.
Fucked.
Naruto groaned against her, his grip tightening on her thighs as he fought the primal urge to take her right then and there.
But he wouldn't rush.
No.
He would savor—savor this moment.
His half-lidded eyes trailed slowly over her glistening heat once more.
And there, nestled at the very top—her sweet, little pearl.
His favorite part of her.
That flushed, twitching bud, just as needy as the rest of her.
Hiding.
Tucked beneath its delicate hood.
Always so shy to greet him. So tempting in its hesitance. Always trying to hide.
Naruto's lips curled into a naughty smirk against her soaked heat.
Not tonight.
Tonight, there will be no hiding from him.
Tonight, he was going to worship everything there was to worship on his goddess of a wife—
Piece by piece.
Inch by inch.
And when he was done?
He would worship her some more.
With that, he dove back in.
This time, his tongue sought her sensitive clit and he gave it a flick—once, twice—sharp and precise.
Hinata whimpered, her thighs twitching, her body instinctively trying to clamp shut around him.
But Naruto just chuckled darkly.
With firm hands, he slid them along her thighs and pinned them down roughly, holding her wide open for him.
"N-Naruto-kun!" She squealed, her voice high, breathless, those soft, trembling legs already shaking on either his head.
Naruto pulled back just enough to smirk, his lips glossy with her arousal, his gaze dark, hungry, untamed.
"Sensitive already, huh?"
He didn't give her a chance to breathe.
Didn't give her a second to recover.
Instead, he dove back in, tongue lapping faster, deeper, his hot, wet mouth dragging against her slippery folds.
He flicked his tongue back and forth, watching how they danced for him—how her swollen lips bounced against his tongue, how they parted so beautifully whenever he dove deeper, sucking the slick straight from the source.
Sucking her up like a sponge.
Drinking her down like she was the only thing that could ever satisfy him.
He was greedy.
Starving.
And she?
She was his goddamn feast.
Her taste coated his tongue, thick and sweet, slipping past the corners of his lips, making a mess of his mouth as he devoured her.
She was so warm.
So wet.
So fucking tasty.
And he couldn't get enough.
Hinata let out a deep, shuddering moan, her head slamming back against the bed of petals, her fingers diving into his blonde locks, fisting the strands from the root.
"Kami, hai!"
Her hips jerked up, chasing his mouth, desperate for more.
And Naruto was more than happy to give it to her.
He wrapped his arms firmly around the underside of her thighs, locking her in place, keeping her spread wide, completely helpless against his tongue.
A slave to his mouth.
Tilting his head slightly, his tongue flicked against her sensitive clit in fast, relentless strokes, fluttering like the delicate yet merciless wings of a butterfly—an unapologetic assault on her twitching, needy bud.
And Kami, he felt it.
The way she jerked, the way her body spasmed and trembled, completely helpless beneath his mouth—every reaction only fueling his hunger.
"Mmm, you like that?" He growled, his voice low, thick, dripping with smug satisfaction. He pressed a kiss against her clit, watching her legs jolt, her breath hitch.
"You like when I do this to you—when I eat ya out, huh?"
He licked another long, sloppy stripe along her folds, feeling how she twitched beneath him.
"Like when I just hold ya open and just go at it? Make a goddamn mess of ya?"
Hinata let out a broken whimper, her plush thighs tensing around his head.
"H-Hai, Naruto-kun!" She cried, her fingers pulling at his hair, trying to ground herself, to hold on for dear life.
"I love it s-so much."
Naruto chuckled, his fingers flexing on her thighs, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.
"Yeah? That so?"
He dragged his tongue up to the very edge of her swollen bud, lingering just long enough before rocking his head back, a thin trail of saliva connecting them, glistening in the dim light like an invisible tether.
His lips curled into a devious smirk, "Good." He growled gruffly.
"Cause I ain't stoppin' till that pretty little voice of yours is nice and raw from screamin' my name."
His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering, intense—making damn sure he had her full, undivided attention.
Not that he needed to check.
He knew he had her.
After what he just said—after the way she was already shaking beneath him, breathless, drowning in pleasure—
Yeah.
He had her.
Dark, hooded blue eyes met dazed, lavender ones as he slipped a finger into his mouth, wetting the digit from tip to base, his tongue swirling around it so slowly, so deliberately, just to watch her reaction.
And Kami, did she react.
Her chest shuddered, the soft swells of her breasts pushing against the delicate lace of her bralette, threatening to give way at any moment.
Naruto chuckled, watching her reaction with pure satisfaction.
"Let's turn things up a notch, shall we?"
Hinata sucked in a sharp breath, body already bracing for what she knew was coming.
She barely had time to think before she felt it—
The first finger slipping inside.
Sliding past her quivering folds, sinking deep into her tight, scorching heat, until he was fully buried within her.
Hinata cried out, her hips jerking at the sudden intrusion, her walls clamping down around his thick digit, gripping him in a way that had his own breath stuttering.
"Hai, hai, hai—" She squealed, voice pitched high as the sensation tore through her.
The delicious stretch. The addictive fullness.
It sent a hot, rolling pleasure through her gut.
His thick digit filled her so perfectly, inching deeper, deeper—until her juices gushed around him, coating his finger, slick and hot and absolutely filthy.
Until she felt him press right against her cervix.
"Fuuuck, baby—" Naruto cursed under his breath, feeling just how tight, how warm she was, his harden cock knocking ruthlessly against his pants. His free hand tightened on her thigh as he flipped his wrist, turning his palm upward.
Hinata's hazy gaze barely caught it—
The way his dark, sinful blue eyes stared up at her, watching her come undone beneath him—
Before he lowered his head again.
And clamped his lips around her clit once more.
But this time—he fingered her while he did.
Simultaneously, his finger pumped into her heat, stroking her deep, pressing against that spongy, sensitive spot inside, moving with the same rhythm as the rock of his head.
His tongue flicked against her clit, her folds, working in perfect tandem with his finger, lapping up her arousal. He even hummed deeply into her core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure straight through her.
That drove Hinata mad.
"G-Gah! Ahh!!"
Her body jerked, arching away from him, inching further up the bed, trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure—
But at the same time, she wanted more.
More. More. More.
Her body was so confused, unsure whether to flee or chase the high he was giving her.
The pleasure was too much.
His tongue licking her up.
His finger stretching her wide.
It made her mind go numb.
Dumb.
Hinata didn't know what to do with her body.
Didn't know what to do with her hands.
They fisted in his hair, yanking, tugging, trembling. Then clutched at the fabric of his shirt, fingers curling desperately into his shoulders.
Then they slipped above her, palming the silk sheets, gripping them for dear life.
Her mouth falling open, her moans mixing with the soft candlelight, the heavy scent of sex thickening the room.
Kami, she was coming apart.
And Naruto?
He was gonna make sure she shattered.
"Mmm…" His voice was low, rough, dripping with satisfaction as he watched her quiver beneath him, her walls fluttering, gripping at his finger, soaking him with her arousal.
"Those walls are quivering real nice for me, hime." His darkened gaze flickered up to her, watching the way her face twisted in pleasure, how her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"You like bein' filled up, don't ya?"
Another slow thrust of his finger, his thumb circling her swollen clit, making her whimper, her thighs twitching in his grasp.
A deep, filthy groan vibrated from his throat.
"Like it when I tease this pretty pink pussy? When I play with it?"
His eyes darkened further, hooded, predatory.
"When I fuck it?"
Hinata lost it.
A sharp, high-pitched moan spilled from her lips, her back arching clean off the mattress, fingers tightening around the silk sheets, gripping them so hard her knuckles turned white.
"H-Hai, I love it all!" Her moan cracked, breaking into a cry of pleasure. Her hips bucked, chasing the deep, curling strokes of his finger, seeking more, so much more.
"When you tease me" She sobbed, body arching, "When you play with me—when you fuck me—!"
Her voice cracked again, the words turning into a scream, her head rolling back into the sheets, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure slammed into her.
"I love it!"
She screamed it to the ceiling, to the heavens.
She didn't care who heard—who was listening.
Didn't care how thick or thin the walls were.
Didn't care how filthy she sounded.
Because she had secrets to tell her husband.
And tonight?
Tonight was meant for letting them all go.
And she would.
They both would.
"Mmm, that's the shit I like to hear."
Naruto pulled back just enough to spit a thick wad of saliva directly onto her swollen, glistening pussy, watching with a deep, satisfied hum as it mixed with her arousal, slipping between her quivering folds.
"You deserve a nice reward for that."
And just as the words left his lips—she felt it.
More fullness.
Another finger.
Her body jerked, a sharp gasp breaking from her lips, her thighs quivering as he slipped up higher onto his feet, adjusting his angle.
His free hand pressed down firmly on her lower stomach, pinning her against the mattress, keeping her in place, making sure she felt every goddamn inch of what he was doing to her.
And then—
He pumped his fingers harder.
Faster.
Thrust after thrust, drill after drill, his fingers slammed into her dripping heat, stretching her so perfectly, filling her so good.
In no time, the wet squelch of her pussy echoed in the thick air between them, ringing in their eyes.
"Eeeek, oh kami!" Hinata's eyes rolled back, her vision blurring.
Her stomach visibly clenched tight, her breasts rocking violently in her bralette, the delicate lace barely holding her together as her body spasmed beneath him.
His two thick digits slammed deep, stretching her open, curling, drilling into her core, hitting places that made her entire body jerk with every thrust.
Her head snapped back, mouth falling open, gasping, moaning, desperate.
"Ooh, N-Naruto-kun!" She squealed his name, her body fighting between pushing closer or pulling away.
But she had nowhere to go.
Not with his hand pressing her down.
Not with his fingers drilling inside her so ruthlessly.
Naruto grinned, watching her body arch, break, unravel.
"Cum for me, baby." His voice was gravelly, commanding, dripping with need, demanding her release.
"Stare into my eyes and cum."
And with all the strength she had left, Hinata obeyed her husband. She cracked her eyes open, forcing herself to stare up at him, locking onto the storm raging in his gaze.
And she melted.
She always loved it when he got like this. Looked like this.
When his eyes darkened, turning murky and wild, so full of hunger and possession.
When his blonde locks stuck to his forehead, damp with sweat, strands slipping messily along his face.
Completely lost in her.
Completely consumed by her.
Just as she was utterly consumed by him.
Hinata's breath hitched, her body tensing beneath his touch, the pleasure spiraling higher, hotter, coiling so tight she thought she might break.
Naruto smirked, watching her body arch off the bed, her head tossing back, her pretty little mouth open in pure, unfiltered pleasure.
"N-Naruto-kun…" She mewled.
His fingers didn't slow.
Didn't relent.
He curled them deeper, thrusting faster, his free hand pressing down harder against her pelvis, holding her down, making her take everything.
"That's it. I'm right here, baby," He murmured, watching her. Studying her.
He loved it.
The way she unraveled for him.
The way she breathed for him, moaned for him, came apart just for him.
Hinata's lashes fluttered, her eyes threatening to squeeze shut, but she forced them open, forced herself to hold his gaze, to let him see everything she felt.
"Naruto-kun… I'm so close…!"
"I know, baby. I know."
His fingers rubbed along her velvety walls, pressing into that one devastating spot inside her that had her arching off the bed, had her moaning louder than she meant to.
"You gonna be good for me, huh?" He hummed with narrowed eyes.
"Gonna cum?"
A deep thrust of his fingers.
"Gonna cum for me, just like I told you to?"
Hinata whimpered, her head nodding wildly, her hips rolling desperately against his hand.
"H-Hai…!" She gasped, her fingers fisting the silk sheets, her thighs clenching around his wrist.
"That's my girl…" He whispered, a praise that made her pussy clenched tighter around his digits. Hs thumb dragged back over her clit, rubbing slow, deep circles, sending shockwaves through her already trembling body.
"Then cum for me, hime."
Another thrust.
"Let me feel it."
Another clit swipe.
"Let me hear it."
A gasp, her breath hitching.
"Give it to me."
And in that very moment—she came.
A rush of warm, glistening juices poured from her, coating everything in sight.
His fingers.
Her slipped panties.
Her trembling thighs.
The silk bed sheets beneath her.
White-hot, numbing pleasure tore through her without mercy, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her back arching and buckling against the bed.
Her mouth fell open, a raw, shattered cry ripped free—
His name.
"Naruto-kuuun!!!"
Her walls clenched tight, clamping down around his fingers with an almost unbearable grip, squeezing him like a vice.
But Naruto didn't stop.
Didn't slow.
He watched it all.
Felt it all.
Drank in the way Hinata shuddered beneath him, the way her body spasmed, the way she gave him everything she had.
His fingers eased her through it, drawing out every last tremor, every last wave of pleasure, until she was soft, breathless, and boneless beneath him.
Only then, he pulled his fingers from her, watching as her wetness coated his skin, glistening in the candlelight.
And with zero shame, zero hesitation—
He lifted them to his mouth…
And sucked them clean.
His dark, heated gaze never left hers as he sucked his two fingers, his tongue flicking over each digit, savoring every last drop of her essence.
Hinata watched, dazed, still trembling, her chest rising and falling with deep, shuddering breaths.
"Mmm." His eyes rolled to the back of his head, "You taste so fucking sweet, Hina."
His tongue flicked over his fingers like a man starved, licking up the last remnants of her arousal like ice cream on a cone, before he finally let his hand drop.
Then—his fingers moved lower.
Down to his buttoned shirt.
Hinata's breath hitched, her body still too weak, too overwhelmed from the orgasm he just ripped out of her.
But Kami…
She couldn't look away.
Not when he was looking at her like that.
Naruto narrowed his eyes sexily at her, lifted his head ever slightly as he began to unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, dragging it out, teasing her.
"Just for being such a good girl for me…" He breathed.
The second button popped free.
Then the third.
Then the fourth.
"Just for cumming so beautifully." He murmured, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Until finally, it slipped open, revealing his sculpted, golden chest, the sharp ridges of his abs flexing with every breath he drew.
Hinata twitched, another wave of heat surging through her, another release threatening to overtake her just from the sexy sight of her husband alone.
Stripping for her.
And Naruto?
Oh, he saw it.
Felt it.
And his smirk deepened.
"Gonna give this dick to you all night long." His voice was a low growl, dark and teasing.
"But you know…" He mused, shaking his head as his hands traveled lower, slipping down to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning himself.
"One night?"
He let out a soft tsk, slipping his belt slowly from its loops, making sure she watched every move.
"I just feel like that's not nearly enough. No…"
His pants dropped slightly.
A dark chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, his hard length straining against the thin barrier of his partially exposed boxers, barely contained by the waistband of his pants.
Thick. Throbbing. Aching.
"Nah, Hina, we ain't just goin' all night."
A pause.
Then—
"But morning."
Another delicious pause.
"Noon."
And another.
"Afternoon, too."
And then, finally—
With a casual flick of his foot, he kicked off his pants, standing before her in nothing but those dangerously low boxers, his arousal barely contained.
And then—
He dropped them.
And there it was.
His cock—thick, heavy, flushed to a deep, aching red—sprang free, slapping against his lower abs, swollen, dripping, dripping with precum.
Her pussy's best friend.
Naruto ran a hand through his tousled blonde locks, his grin sinful, his intent clear.
"And then, baby? We're goin' all night again."
His arms reached out, grabbing her once more, pulling her back to the edge of the bed, centering himself between her spread legs. Calloused hands found her thighs again, spreading them open, locking her right where he wanted her.
Hinata squealed, her body still thrumming from her earlier release—but it wasn't just from the aftershock.
No.
It was because of anticipation, too.
Anticipation for everything he was about to do to her. Everything he just promised her.
Naruto's smirk deepened as he bent over her, his lips hovering just above hers.
And then—he kissed her.
Slow. Sloppy. Deep.
Letting her taste herself on his lips.
Hinata mewled, her lashes fluttering as the taste of herself spread across her tongue, warm and intoxicating.
And she had to admit—
Naruto was right.
She actually tasted… sweet.
"I hope you're ready, baby…" He whispered, thick with a promise she damn well knew he intended to keep.
"Cause you're not walking straight when I’m done with you."
And he wasn’t kidding.
Not in the slightest.
Because the second his large, calloused hand wrapped around his cock—
The second he slid it through her slick folds, parting her, coating himself in her wetness—
The second he pushed her panties futher aside and thrust inside her—
She knew.
She was ruined.
"Kyahh—!"
A sharp cry tore from her throat, morphing into a deep, soul-wrenching moan as her husband drove into her.
Her walls clenched tight, squeezed him, welcoming him home.
Her head snapping back against the sheets, panting like a madwoman.
He was so big.
So huge.
And he stretched her so wide, so deep that it had her toes curling in her heels.
Naruto groaned low, his hands slithering down her raised legs, tracing over her smooth skin, past the delicate heels still strapped to her feet, before settling firmly on her waist.
And then—he gripped tight.
And fucked her.
His moans were deep, guttural, a sound ripped straight from his chest as his hips snapped forward, burying himself all the way inside her, stretching her to the limit before pulling back—
Only to slam back in, rocking her against the mattress, making the bed groan beneath them.
"Shit, baby…" Naruto groaned, eyes locked onto hers, watching every reaction, drinking in every little sound, every twitch, every roll of her pretty eyes.
"Look at you."
His fingers dug into her soft hips, gripping her tight, keeping her still—forcing her to take everything he was giving her.
"Takin' me so fucking good."
Hinata's hands flew to her mouth, voice high and breathless.
"Oh my Kami!! Y-You're so deep!" She squealed, barely able to catch her breath before he slammed into her again, pulling another sharp cry from her lips.
"Mmm, that's what I like to hear, hime."
And just to drive it home, he thrust even deeper, harder, watching as her body arched off the mattress, legs twitching around his waist.
Each snap of his hips sent visble shockwaves through her body, pushing her further up the bed, the headboard creaking under the force, slamming lightly against the wall with every stroke.
The sound of skin against skin, the wet, sinful noise of her soaked pussy slopply taking him in, filled the room—
And Kami, it was music to his ears.
Naruto let out a groan, his gaze flickering between two equally intoxicating sights—
Where they were joined, where his thick cock slid into her soaked heat, disappearing inch by inch, only to slip out glistening before plunging right back in—
And then there was Hinata's face—
Utterly wrecked.
His beautiful wife, beneath him, coming apart at the seams.
Her lips parted, swollen and slick at the corners with saliva, her breath coming out in soft, uneven pants. Her hazy lavender eyes struggled to focus, dazed, completely lost in the pleasure that only he could give her.
Naruto's head dropped back for a second, groaning deep from his chest.
Oh, he was in heaven.
She was in heaven.
They both were in fucking heaven.
They both were in fucking heaven.
"Fuck, baby." Naruto let out a low, deep groan, her walls clenching him tight. So tight.
Her velvet walls was so warm, so wet, hugging him with the biggest bear huge his cock has ever felt.
His grip on her hips tightened, his pace never faltering, never slowing.
No.
He wasn't gonna stop.
Not when she looked like that.
Not when she felt like this.
His fingers trailed up, tracing the line of her jaw, brushing over her kiss-bruised lips, before tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You're so goddamn beautiful when you take me like this—when you're getting nice and fucked."
He licked his lips, watching the way she twitched, the way her body trembled, barely able to take it—but still taking it.
His good girl.
"You feel that, hime?" He teased, rolling his hips, grinding against her deep, slow, catching her sweet spot with the bulbous tip of his cock.
Hinata whimpered, her vision blurring white, her legs shaking around his waist.
"H-Hai! Naruto-kun—Kami, I feel it!" She nodded frantically, "You feel so good inside me—so deep—ah!"
Her breath hitched, her hands flying up to clutch his forearms. Her nails dragging down his arms, digging in, her body writhing beneath him.
Chasing the pleasure.
Chasing him.
Hinata was completely fucked out.
Wrecked. Ruined. Gone.
Her expression was pure bliss, pure euphoria—
And fuck, it did something dangerous to him.
Something deep. Primal. Consuming.
Oh, he loved it.
Loved the way she looked beneath him, hot and heated, lost in the pleasure, lost in him to his cock.
Loved the way she moaned his name, the way she clung to him, like he was the only thing tethering her to this world.
Loved the way her body obeyed him, how she surrendered to him, how she was completely at his mercy.
And Naruto—
Naruto had no intention of giving her any.
"Mmmh…! S-So good—ahh!"
Hinata's moans were broken in that instant, because without warning, he grabbed her right leg, twisting her onto her side, her body shifting effortlessly under his control.
Her thighs pressed together, her knees resting over each other, her heels dangling off the edge of the bed. He angled her body with a grunt, pinning her in place.
Fuck—she was so tight like this.
The shift in position had her walls clenching around him, her wet heat milking his cock, and Naruto nearly lost his goddamn mind.
A low, guttural moan escaped him as he reached forward, fingers tangling into her silky strands, gripping a fistful of her hair, tugging her head forward just enough to make her gasp.
His free hand gripped her hip, holding her steady as he pumped into her, his cock sliding in and out with ruthless speed, slipping past her soaked panties, stretching her wide all over again.
"Fuck, Hina… your pussy feels so damn good." He hissed, throwing his head, "Got my ass fucking addicted."
He let out a shaky breath, shaking his head like he still couldn't believe it.
"Fuck, I'm so happy it's mine—all mine."
Hinata's eyes snapped close, her hands bawling up at the sheets, trying to ground herself, trying to keep from slipping into pure delirium.
She hyperventilated, choked and shuddered.
Her body rocked as she was given nine inches of cock.
The only cock she ever wanted and would ever have.
The fat thick rod plunged in and out of her pussy with no end in sight, cracking into her with the force that made her ass shake, that made her stomach bulge, that made her sink deeper into the sheets.
Her eyes fluttered back open with a groan, "N-Naruto-kun—oh my—Kami, you're so far inside me—my stomach!"
She could barely talk. Barely think.
Naruto let out a dark chuckle, "Yeah? But you love it, don't cha?" He growled, hips snapping harder, sharper against her ass, the wet slap of skin meeting skin echoing through the room.
"Love being filled up? Love bein' fucked like this?"
Hinata cried out, nodding frantically, completely helpless in his hold.
"H-Hai! Hai, I love it! I love it so much!"
Naruto's smirk widened, and he pulled her head forward further, forcing her upper body to arch, his pace never slowing.
"Then take it, baby."
Naruto slammed into her again, tearing another shattered moan from her lips.
"Take every fuckin' inch."
And she did.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Hinata came so many times. Too many times.
She stopped keeping track.
She barely remembered when one orgasm ended and another began. They blurred together, overlapping, twisting, building, breaking.
Crescendoing
Decrescendoing.
As she was fucked over and over by her husband.
Pinned beneath him.
Bent over the bed.
Straddling his lap.
On her hands and knees.
Naruto took his time.
Sometimes slow, teasing her, making her beg for it.
Sometimes fast, brutal, making her scream, making her squirt.
Hinata cried.
She sobbed.
She clawed at him, chased after him, clung to him as he worshipped her, ruined her, fucked her full.
And when her voice finally cracked, when her legs could no longer hold her up, when her body had gone weak and pliant—
He still didn't stop.
He held her in his arms, rocked her through it, kissed away the tears of pleasure that slipped past her lashes, murmured soft praises against her lips—
"You're so fuckin’ beautiful, hime."
"Mine. All mine."
"Gonna keep ya nice and full of me, baby. Gonna make sure you remember this night every time you take a step."
And Hinata?
She let him.
She took everything.
Every drop of his love, every thrust, every kiss, every whispered vow—
Until the stars outside began to fade.
Until the candlelight flickering across their tangled bodies softened to a dying ember.
Until the morning light poured through the vast glass windows of their suite, painting their exhausted, intertwined forms in hues of golden warmth.
Morning.
The sun had risen high into the sky, light spilling into the suite, casting long, soft shadows over the lavish, utterly wrecked sheets of their honeymoon bed.
The once perfectly arranged petals were now scattered, crushed beneath them, some clinging to their damp, sweat-kissed skin.
A lingering reminder of the night they had together.
Naruto groaned sleepily, his grip tightening around his wife's waist, pulling her even closer, skin to skin, warmth to warmth.
His face buried into her neck, lips brushing against the delicate skin there, slow, lazy, soaked in contentment.
Hinata giggled, shifting in his arms, turning until they were face to face, breaths mingling, lips mere inches apart.
"Mornin', Mrs. Uzumaki." He whispered groggily.
Hinata's heart skipped a beat.
Kami, she still wasn't used to it.
The name.
The title.
The reality of it all.
She couldn't remember when they'd finally passed out, but she could hear it in his voice, feel it in the way he held her—
Neither of them were ready to move.
Her fingers slid up, cupping his scruffy, handsome face, thumb tracing gently over the faint whisker marks on his tanned cheeks.
"Mmm, good morning to you, Mr. Uzumaki." She whispered back.
Naruto let out a deep hum of approval, shifting slightly, his arms pulling her even closer, their bodies aligning perfectly beneath the sheets.
"Mmm, I could get used to this…" He teased.
Hinata giggled, their noses brushing, their wide, groggy smiles melting into one another.
"Mmm, me too, my love."
Naruto's grin widened, before he finally captured her lips in a deep kiss of love.
Their bodies shifted beneath the sheets, bare skin sliding, pressing, warming each other all over again.
Their heads dipped, bobbed, tilting left and right, chasing every kiss.
Their legs tangled beneath the sheets, anchoring them together.
Their arms wrapped tighter, holding each other as if they'd never let go.
Soft sighs.
Sleepy laughter.
All of it was muffled between kisses, between quiet whispers, between love that had no end.
Yes.
This was the start of another day.
And with it—
A love that would stretch through every sunrise, every sunset.
Another day in their forever.
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Notes:
A.N.
Wasn't that just the cutest, most wholesome, yet filthiest thing ever? Teehee! 😆
Honestly, I gotta say—I loved writing Naruto and Hinata as a married couple. Like, way more than I ever have before in my writing journey. There's just something about writing "husband" and "wife" now that I'm in my 20s—it hits so different, fr fr.
That whole boyfriend/girlfriend phase I was in? The flirty, lovey-dovey stuff? Adorable.
The nervous excitement? Sweet.
Yeah, it's cute, I won't lie.
But, it just doesn’t have the same spark anymore.
The hubby/wifey dynamic? Now, that's where the gold is. 💖🔥
The deeper connection, the commitment, the way they just know each other inside and out?
Chef's kiss.
Absolute peak romance.
At least, that’s how I feel—especially after writing this!
And while working on this, I got to scratch another idea off my list. I’ve always wanted to write Naruto and Hinata visiting a love hotel, so I figured their honeymoon was the perfect opportunity to finally make it happen.
Honestly? I think it turned out pretty well.
But I wanna hear your thoughts! I absolutely love hearing what you all to say!
So, drop a comment and kudos—I seriously appreciate every bit of support! 💖
Oh! And just a little side note—I've been hard at work finishing up a few more smut one-shots (yep, more is coming! 😏), and I've also been making a ton of progress on Clash of Possession! I'm literally halfway through Arc 2, so that's some exciting news right there! 🎉
Anyway, I'm happy to share this little treat with you all and celebrate NaruHina's wedding anniversary! 💕 Stay tuned for more updates—there's plenty more to come!
- Powerful_Niya
Chapter 43: ❦Irresistible❦
Summary:
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Naruto wasn't much of a fragrance guy. He didn't care about designer colognes or fancy scents—as long as he didn't smell like a woman, he was good to go.But when Shikamaru mentions a cologne that can make women—particularly his wife, Hinata—obsessed with him after just one whiff, it catches his attention. Curious about the possibility, Naruto starts to rethink his stance on cologne, particularly on the recommendation, wondering if it could take his marriage to a whole new level
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Notes:
Hey, hey, readers!
Whew! It feels so good to finally be updating again! I had to step away for a bit because of exams. Things got hectic, and I really had to lock in and focus.
But y'all...guess what.
I. AM. GRADUATING. 🎓🎉
Like for real—for real. I can't even describe how happy I am to be DONE with college. It's been a long, wild, exhausting ride, but absolutely worth it. And now with summer rolling in and no more school weighing me down, I'm gonna have so much more time to write.
That means…
Mo drama. Mo chaos. Mo smut. 😏
I've got a whole storm of ideas just waiting to pour out—Smutty one-shots. A Clash of Possession. The Unknown. Even new stuff I've been cooking up in my docs. And now that I've got the time, I’m diving into it headfirst.
So yeah, I just wanted to share this exciting update with you all, and I also wanted to let you know that the drought is officially over 💦.
And of course, I wanna say thank you. Thank you for being patient, for sticking around, and for all the love and support you continue to give. I appreciate y'all more than you know 💜
One quick thing before we dive into this new one-shot—I can't remember exactly who, but I do remember getting a few requests for a scent kink one-shot, both here on AO3 and over on Wattpad.
Sooo… I figured it was finally time to deliver 😏
Hope you enjoy this one—it was another fun one to write!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Irresistible
"Total bullshit," Kiba grumbled, stuffing a handful of fries into his mouth, "His foot was clearly inbounds."
Here we go again.
Naruto kicked back in his seat, an ever-present grin stretched across his whiskered face. A half-full glass of cold beer dangled loosely between his fingers, his grip lazy, thanks to the pleasant buzz already coursing through his veins.
He wasn't completely blacked out, but he was just about there. The warmth in his chest, the lightness in his limbs—yeah, he was good and tipsy.
He was definitely feeling it now.
His hooded blue eyes flicked between the football game on the mounted screen and the usual rowdy banter among his friends.
Another game night.
And that could only mean one thing, and one thing only.
Chaos.
Complete and utter chaos.
All around him, glasses clinked and clanked in the bar, the sounds mingling with the cheers and groans of the crowd, everyone's eyes glued to the flashing TVs. The sports commentators kept up their endless chatter, their voices droning on and on over the speakers, breaking down every play, every move, dissecting every little detail they could.
Their thoughts echoing through the already hella noisy room.
But Naruto didn't mind—not one bit.
Lee shook his head dramatically, setting his drink down with a force that made the ice clink, "Come on, Kiba. The referee's judgment must be respected! A true athlete—"
"—gets screwed over by a blind ref," Sasuke cut in smoothly, swirling his iced whiskey with a lazy shake of his hand, his gaze still glued to the screen.
"Typical."
Sai, ever unfazed, took a slow sip of his gin and tonic, his expression unchanged, "It's amusing how emotionally invested you all get into this."
"Man, I'm just here for the beer." Shikamaru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Naruto snickered.
Ahh, yeah.
The Kuroyama Bar—his regular stomping ground, his go-to joint…
His home away from home.
Like every weekend, after planting a quick goodbye kiss on his sweet wifey back home, Naruto followed through with his usual routine—swinging by the bar to catch up with the fellas.
Same old, same old.
Nothing really new.
After all, they had been hitting bars together since high school, and at Kuroyama, they might as well have been part of the damn furniture. For years, they hadn't just frequented the place—they'd practically haunted it, a long train of bodies at the bar, always taking up the seats, always holding court like they owned the joint.
They were the kind of crew the staff both loved and dreaded.
The kind of guys who knew every bartender by name, who had their usual orders ready before they even sat down. The ones who could turn just a quiet little night at the bar into absolute chaos.
Yeah, they'd racked up their fair share of eye-rolls, caught a few stern looks, maybe even a couple of warnings from the customers, but hell—when you're drunk, having a good damn time, you don't tend to give a shit.
The men had a reputation, not always a good one, for being the drunk dumbasses who could make any night unforgettable, for better or for worse.
And in recent times, nothing's really changed.
They were still the same rowdy crew—the kind of guys who could always be counted on to fill a room with laughter, toeing that fine line between charming regulars and absolute menaces.
And honestly?
Naruto wouldn't have it any other way.
The Kuroyama Bar in the heart of sweet ole Tokyo was just that place, the spot where he and the guys could unwind after a long week. A place where the burdens of life—jobs, relationships, marriages, responsibilities, and all the bullshit that came with being an adult—could be forgotten, even if only for a couple of hours.
Naruto wasn't gonna lie.
He always feels it the second he walks through the door—the weight of his troubles instantly lifts, the way his shoulders drop, and his thoughts just…clear.
Like clockwork, he would call out to the bartender up front, order a beer or two, before settling into his usual spot with his fellow comrades.
Here, he could just be another guy—not the provider, not the problem-solver, not the breadwinner. Not the husband, not the employee, not the man with a million expectations hanging over his head.
No, no, no.
This was his reset button, the place where he could let loose, where the world outside felt a little less heavy, and where the only thing that mattered was the next round of drinks and the game on the screen.
Here, he was in his element.
And he was enjoying every second of it.
Naruto shifted toward Shikamaru, giving his shoulder a quick brush, "Speaking of beer," He smirked, tilting his own glass toward the stack of empty ones crowding around the ponytail-haired man's side of the bar table.
"What's up with you? You've been throwing those shits back like nobody's business." The blonde pouted mockingly, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
"What? Temari-san's making you sleep on the couch again?"
Shikamaru huffed, shaking his head, "Not even close. If anything, she's been all over me lately."
Naruto raised a brow, "Huh?"
"Yeah, doubt it." Kiba snorted, eyes still glued to the TV as he stuffed more fries into his face.
Shikamaru leaned over and shot a bored look down at him before crossing his arms over his chest, "Don't be a drag, moron."
Kiba just shrugged, unbothered, "Hey, I'm just sayin' what everyone's thinking—sounds too good to be true, that's all."
Shikamaru let out a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"I swear… all I did was change one thing—my damn cologne—and suddenly, Temari’s acting like a whole new woman."
Now that got everyone's attention.
All the men at the bar snapped to life, heads turning in unison as their eyes ripped away from the TVs—now locked entirely on Shikamaru.
Naruto nearly choked on his drink, "Wait, did you just say cologne?"
"Hm, I'm not buying it," Neji groaned, crossing his arms over the table.
"I agree, sounds sketchy as hell," Sasuke shook his head, clearly skeptical.
"Just let him explain, guys," Lee spoke up, ever the diplomat, always the one trying to keep the peace.
Shikamaru took a casual sip of his beer, letting the silence hang for a moment as the rowdy crew shifted in their seats—rocking, fidgeting, practically burning holes through his skull, just waiting for him to speak.
The wait?
Oh, that was completely intentional.
A petty little move on Shikamaru's part—but he didn't give two fucks. They'd clowned him earlier, cracked their jokes, brushed off his words. He wanted their undivided attention from the start, and now that he had it?
He was gonna make 'em wait.
Make 'em squirm a little.
So, only once he'd had his fill of dragging it out, he set his beer down with a satisfying thud, the thick glass landing solid against the bar.
"Alright," Shikamaru began, his tone as nonchalant as ever, "So a few weeks back, I grabbed this cologne from a shop in Kyoto—real lowkey place, kinda tucked away, but definitely high-end." He said it like it was no big deal, just another day, just another purchase.
Like it wasn't the catalyst for his entire love life doing a 180.
"It's called 'Imperium Noir.'"
And just like that—the colgune's name was revealed.
Shikamaru shrugged lazily, "Saw an ad for it. Turns out, it's pretty popular with men here in Japan. Supposedly, it works like some kind of 'sex pollen' for women—whatever the hell that means."
A few of the guys exchanged glances, some interested, others skeptical.
"Figured I'd give it a shot, but…if I had to be honest?" Shikamaru continued, clicking his tongue, "Didn't think it'll actually work…but," He paused, letting the words hang for effect before finally speaking again.
"Let's just say Temari proved me wrong."
Kiba raised a brow, his expression flat, clearly unimpressed, "Sounds like some boujee-ass shit."
Shikamaru hummed, "Maybe, but I swear on my life, I tried a few spritz of that stuff, and now I've got Temari damn near hooked. She keeps sniffing my neck every chance she gets, asking me all these questions about my day, why I smell so good—then she's grabbing my dick up whenever she gets close—" He took another sip of his beer, looking completely troubled now, "—damn near wouldn't let me leave the house today."
Naruto's eyebrows shot up, "For real?" He gave his head a small shake, trying to piece it together with what little brainpower his buzzed brain had left, "A cologne that works like a damn aphrodisiac?" He let out a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Man, the world's getting wild."
Shikamaru shook his head, tapping the table, "For real, man. I mean, it's like I'm living with someone else. Temari's way more into me now, like she can't get enough."
Sasuke smirked, "Tsk, and you're complaining?"
"I'm just saying," The ponytail haired-man muttered, raising his hands in defense, "if you ever want your girl obsessed with you, Imperium Noir is the way to go."
Naruto's smirk faltered, his thigh hopping underneath the table. The gears in his head was already turning.
He couldn't help it.
He'd never heard of anything like that before. A cologne with that kind of power.
Sex…pollen?
Naruto's face scrunched up.
Is that even legal?
That sounded dangerous.
And…kinda tempting.
He snorted.
….nah.
He deserted his beer to lean back in his seat, throwing his arms casually behind his head, "Man, I don't need no cologne to impress Hinata-chan. I get pussy just fine." A grin stretched across his whiskered face, and with a lazy tilt of his head, he shot a pointed glance at Sasuke.
"Can't say the same for some people."
Kiba burst out laughing, nearly spilling his drink, catching onto exactly what Naruto was throwing.
And so did Sasuke.
The dark-haired Uchiha didn't so much as flinch, leveling Naruto with a flat, unimpressed stare.
"You really wanna start that conversation?"
"Ahhh shit, here we go." Kiba barked out a laugh.
"Nah, nah," Naruto chuckled, waving him off. "Just checkin' in, man. Heard things aren't exactly smooth between you and Sakura-chan—especially after that big argument you two had."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, but he didn't take the bait.
Instead, he took a slow sip of his drink, keeping his voice even, controlled.
"Tch. You have a funny way of 'checking in.'" He huffed, setting his glass down with a dull clink, "Besides, I'm fine. It's really none of your damn business anyway, dobe."
Naruto grinned, leaning over and nudging Kiba's shoulder.
"Tough guy doesn't wanna talk about it, huh?"
Kiba snickered.
Sai simply blinked, his voice dry, "Ah, yes. The desperate mating displays of men." He shook his head, the motion causing his dull black hair to fall slightly over his equally dull eyes, "We're using cologne to turn our women into rabid animals now?"
"Yeah, that sounds dangerous. I'll pass on that." Neji sighed deeply, rolling his pale eyes in exasperation,
"It sounds… like cheating," Lee muttered, giving his bushy head a firm shake. His cheeks were bright red, and though he tried to keep a straight face, his embarrassment was obvious—this kind of talk was miles outside his comfort zone.
Naruto, on the other hand, merely scoffed, throwing a teasing glance at Sasuke, "Cheat or not, that sounds like something right up Sasuke's alley." He hummed playfully, feigning thought, "Yeah, maybe he needs some of that cologne too. Who knows, it might patch things up with Sakura-chan—get 'em back in the sheets again."
"Shut the hell up, dobe."
"Nah, you shut up and be a man." Naruto snickered, "Get your cock out of your hand, get that cologne, and reclaim your woman's pussy, teme!" He laughed, unable to hold back his amusement.
"I said shut the hell up."
Shikamaru smirked, shaking his head, clearly entertained, "Tch. You act cocky now, Naruto, but when you're on the train to Kyoto tomorrow, dropping hella cash on a bottle of Imperium Noir, I don't wanna hear it."
Those words stopped Naruto's laugh dead in its tracks.
The weight of Shikamaru's words sank in deep, and the playfulness that had been coursing through him moments before vanished in an instant.
"Nah, bet your ass I won't." Naruto shot back, trying to shrug it off.
"Yeah, yeah, alright." Shikamaru rolled his eyes, finally drifting his attention back to his beer.
Naruto scoffed, trying to dismiss the thought—but damn it, the idea had already wormed its way into his head. He couldn't shake what Shikamaru had said. Couldn't shake the way he described Temari's transformation—how one bottle of cologne had supposedly changed everything for him.
And Temari?
She wasn't just any woman.
She was fierce, independent, and, above all else, stubborn as hell. When it came to anything even remotely emotional or affectionate, Temari wasn't exactly the go-to girl.
That just wasn't her thing.
Hell, if you asked Shikamaru—and he's certainly bitched and moaned about it enough—she was about as affectionate as a damn cactus. Tough on the outside, spiky all over, and just enough warmth buried deep down that you would have to be incredibly brave or just straight up stupid to go digging for it.
So the very thought of Temari—the same woman who once gave Shikamaru the cold shoulder for forgetting to take out the trash—suddenly getting touchy, clingy, and openly soft with him?
All because of a bottle of cologne?
Now, that was wild.
Damn near unbelievable.
And yet…
Naruto couldn't help but think about Hinata.
His eyes drifted to the side, the constant hum of conversation around him fading into a dull blur—voices blending together, indistinct, background noise.
He was there physically—but his mind?
It was somewhere else entirely.
Lost in thoughts of…her.
His wife.
For as long as he could remember, Hinata had always been timid.
From the very first moment he met her to now—married and all—she had always remained the same. It was simply who she was, a trait so deeply ingrained into her being that he doubted it would ever change—especially when it came to expressing herself.
Hinata was… for lack of a better word, just too careful.
In their relationship, he noticed she always played it safe—never stepping beyond her comfort zone. And by that, he meant she never truly let herself open up.
Now, don't get him wrong—Hinata checked off a hell of a lot of boxes. She was sweet, gentle, and soft—always there when he needed her, ready with a comforting smile, the warmest hugs, and the kind of support that never needed words.
She was, in every way, the perfect wife.
Some would even say the definition of one.
Always thoughtful, always attentive—like how she'd press his suits and button-downs to perfection, every crease smooth and ready before he ever had to ask. Or the way she'd have his favorite meal waiting on the nights he came home late from work, or always keeping his shoes polished and neatly lined up by the door.
She paid attention to the small things, the kind of details that most people overlooked.
She made his life easier.
Made it better.
But still...
Something was missing.
As incredible as Hinata was—as much as she gave—there was always a part of her that still…held back.
Hinata never asked for much.
She was never demanding or bold—always reserved, always considerate of him and what he needed, what he wanted. In fact, she often put his needs before her own, always focusing on his comfort rather than pursuing what she truly desired.
And now that he really thought about it, she never actually…did that before.
Chased her own desires.
Naruto thought about the moments they shared—those intimate nights.
He remembered how she would get so shy when he'd touch her, how her words were always soft and hesitant. Even when he could see the flicker of desire in her eyes, she was always careful with it, as though she wasn't sure if she was allowed to want, allowed to ask for more.
He loved her deeply, he did—there was no doubt about that.
But that frustrated the hell out of him.
In bed, it was never wild, never over-the-top, never that flash of heat that took them both by storm.
It was just…Hinata holding herself back.
Most of the time.
Hell, all of the time.
There were times when he'd try to draw it out of her—gently coax it, ease her into opening up. But damn, it was like pulling teeth just to get her to admit what she really wanted. Even when she did say something, admitted just a grain of her desires, it was hard to tell if she was being completely honest or if she was simply trying to make him happy.
He was never quite sure if he was actually scratching her itch, or just getting played by that cute smile of hers—mainulpated ever so sweetly into believing that she was satisfied when deep down…
…she really wasn't.
"Am I… doing this right?"
"I—I don't know if this is okay, Naruto-kun."
"No, no, Naruto-kun, that's embarrassing!"
Naruto could hear her now—that soft voice of hers.
Questioning him. Chickening out on him. Swatting him away.
It had taken everything in him to keep his patience, to fight the urge to grab her, give her a good shake, and tell her that it was fine—that she didn't need to be so unsure. But it was moments like that—when she questioned her own desires—that made him wonder if he was truly connecting with her in those moments in bed, or if he was just making her feel even more subconscious.
His thigh started its bouncing again.
The crazy part was, he could sense it in her—Hinata wanted more. She did.
It was clear in the way she'd look at him, the way she'd melt when he was buried between her thighs, when he held her wrists above her head and gave it to her slow and deep—just enough to hear the faintest tremor in that sweet voice of hers.
But she never said a word.
Maybe… it was an insecurity thing.
Or maybe ignorance.
Or… fear?
Was she just scared to ask for more? Did she feel like it wasn't something she deserved? Or did she just not know where to even begin to ask?
His fingers dug into his face, his palms pressing hard against his eyes, frustration rolling off him in waves.
Damn it.
He didn't want to sound like a douche, but damn, it was getting harder to ignore. He wanted to give his wife everything—he wanted to be the one who made her feel like she could truly be herself, unafraid to ask for what she wanted, no matter what it was.
He wanted her to be selfish with him, to let herself take without hesitation.
But how could he, when she wouldn't let him in?
Naruto bit his lip, lowering his hands from his face.
Maybe, just maybe…
His thoughts wandered again, drifting back to the conversation from before, to the idea that had started to take root in his head. He couldn't shake the feeling that maybe something like this—this cologne—could be the thing that finally changed everything.
Could this be the key to make Hinata feel more comfortable? To dissolve that lingering cloud of hesitation—to gently pull back the curtain and finally get her to open up more? To make her feel like she could truly ask him for what she wanted, without fear, without doubt—without holding herself back?
Could something as simple as a bottle of cologne really change everything between them?
Naruto's mind raced.
Maybe a little nudge, a little help from something like this, could finally let her embrace her own desires, instead of always worrying about his.
He smirked.
Kyoto, huh?
Naruto's grip tightened around his beer glass as he leaned back in his chair, the thought lingering in his mind, the seed now planted.
Maybe, that's not a bad idea, after all.
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He actually did it.
He's actually… here.
With a shaky grin tugging at his lips, Naruto stood outside a small, upscale boutique, his blue eyes flicking nervously between the minimalist sign above the door and the glowing screen of his phone in his hand.
The shop was exactly where Shikamaru said it'd be—tucked in a quiet little corner of Kyoto's bustling district. And yeah—this place was definitely fancy. The kind of fancy that made you feel underdressed just by breathing near the entrance. From the polished black glass doors, to the matte finishes, to the complete absence of any flashy signage—everything about this place screamed one thing: exclusive.
Even down to the clientele.
Sharp-dressed, sleek, and clearly loaded—the kind of men whose wallets were probably thicker than Naruto's forearm, who wore custom-tailored suits, drove imported cars, and likely never touched instant ramen a day in their lives.
The bougie aura rolling off every man who walked in and out of the entrance made one thing painfully clear—this place wasn't built for the everyday man. Definitely wasn't built for 'commonor's.' This was one of those "you touch it, you buy it" establishments.
But that wasn't enough to scare Naruto off.
Because no matter how out of place he felt…if this cologne could really do what Shikamaru claimed?
Then…it'd be worth it.
With a wider and far more confident smirk, Naruto glanced back down at his phone, staring at the text thread with Shikamaru.
Naruto : Yo, what was the name of that store again? You know, the one with the fancy cologne you were raving about.
Shikamaru : Haha, I knew you'd cave. You had that look on your face the second I mentioned it.
Shikamaru: You just couldn't resist, could you?
Naruto rolled his eyes.
He wasn't sure what bothered him more—the fact that he'd spent over two hours on a train just to stand in front of this uppity store, all for a damn bottle of cologne, or the fact that Shikamaru was being so damn smug about it.
He shook his head, reading on.
Naruto : Shut up, man. Just give me the goods.
Shikamaru : Alright, alright.
Shikamaru: Like I said, it's in Kyoto. The store's called Scented Dreams. Pretty easy to find once you're there.
Naruto stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath.
Kyoto.
Damn.
It felt almost surreal that he was even here. He hardly ever visited this side of Japan—never really had a reason to.
But it was worth it…right?
He was honestly hoping so.
He stared at the storefront again, and there it was, the name glowing on the sign: Scented Dreams.
He was really here.
His gaze shifted back to his phone as he scrolled through the last few texts, refreshing his memory of what he'd sent and received while riding on the train earlier.
Naruto: Sweet.
Naruto: And the cologne's name again?
Shikamaru: Imperium Noir.
Naruto clicked his tongue as he stared at the final text.
"This better be worth it, Shika," He muttered under his breath, pocketing his phone. With a deep breath, he finally turned his full attention to the shop in front of him.
Well, it's now or never.
Taking yet another deep breath, he took the first step forward.
The door seemed to loom larger as he walked toward it, the soft chime of the bell above ringing out as he finally pushed it open.
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"Hello! Welcome to Scented Dreams!" A feminine voice greeted warmly as Naruto stepped through the door.
But he barely heard her.
His attention was immediately grabbed by the overwhelming sight in front of him.
Colognes.
So many colognes.
Rows upon rows of elegant bottles.
Gleaming glass shelves stretched wall to wall, stacked high with fragrances in every shape, size, and color imaginable. To the left, to the right, and all around him—bottles everywhere.
Scents for days.
Naruto's left eye twitched.
How the hell was he supposed to find Imperia-whatever in all this?
He barely acknowledged the woman at the counter, giving her a half-hearted nod without even glancing her way as he stepped deeper inside.
Just take one aisle at a time.
With that thought in mind, he began at the first row, taking a slow, steady approach—section by section. It seemed like the best strategy to navigate the place. Just work his way through until he found what he was looking for.
Should be simple enough.
He gave the first sign above a brief glance.
"Floral & Fresh Scents."
The first row he passed was filled with light floral, delicate, soft scents. Like lush gardens or the crisp, refreshing breeze of spring.
There were lavender and rose-based colognes, their bottles so carefully designed they looked like they belonged in a perfume ad.
He read the gold lettering on the labels as he moved past them:
Lavender Whispers.
Pure Bloom.
Soft Reverie.
Naruto couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.
Hell nah.
These scents felt a bit too…feminine for his taste.
He shook his head and moved on.
"Earthy & Woody Scents"
The next row was filled with exactly what the sign above promised—deep, dark bottles that gave off the rich, grounding scents of pine trees, oak, and sandalwood.
Now, this was more his speed.
A few of the labels caught his eye as he walked down the row.
Deep Oak.
Sandalwood Silence.
Oak Ember.
The names were simple, but they spoke to him. Perfect fit for his style. For a brief moment, he had the urge to pick up a few bottles, the temptation almost too much to resist.
But then his eyes drifted to the prices underneath the labels.
Deep Oak – ¥15,000
Sandalwood Silence – ¥18,500
Oak Ember – ¥20,000
He put his hand right back down.
Double hell nah.
He didn't come here for any of these overpriced bottles. He only came here for one cologne, and one cologne only. He wasn't about to drop half his paycheck on a bottle just because it smelt good.
Maybe some other time.
So, he moved on again.
He took a few more steps and passed by a section filled with spicy, citrusy colognes, the kind that smelled sharp and refreshing, like orange zest and cinnamon.
"Spicy & Citrusy Scents"
The bottles were vibrant and bold, a few of them in fancy little vials, elegant flacons, and sleek black bottles. They looked more like decorative pieces of art than mere cologne containers.
Citrus Blaze.
Spiced Ember.
Naruto clicked his tongue, shoving a hand in the pocket of his white slacks.
Damn.
There were so many—amber, patchouli, vanilla, earthy—the list felt endless.
Naruto's blue eyes flicked from one row to the next, each scent more overwhelming than the last.
But no sign of Imperidum Nort anywhere.
He ran a hand through his spiky blonde hair in frustration, his mind spinning. It felt like a game of chance now, a search for a needle in a haystack of scents.
Where the fuck is it?
Naruto finally reached the far end of the aisle and paused, exhaling a small sigh of relief when his eyes landed on a staff member—a tall man, carefully stocking rows of sleek bottles onto the shelf.
Without hesitation, he made a beeline straight for him.
"Sumimasen!" He called out, nearly breathless, "Mind if I steal a minute of your time, sir?"
The attendant straightened at the sound of Naruto's voice, turning in his direction. The spiky-haired blonde stepped in front of him, drawing in a deep breath as his eyes flicked down to the neatly pinned name tag on his chest.
Hiroshi.
"Of course! How can I help you, sir?" Hiroshi asked, offering a polite smile, "Is there anything I can help you locate today?"
Naruto hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "Actually, there's something I was hoping you could help me with," He glanced at his name tag again, "Hiroshi-san."
The ginger-haired man nodded, clearly eager to assist.
"This is actually my first time here," Naruto said. "A friend recommended the place to me—"
Hiroshi's face lit up with enthusiasm.
"Excellent! You're certainly in for a treat!" He said brightly, "We've got a huge selection here—amber, sandalwood, fresh citrus blends, spicy musks, and don't even get me started on the florals!" He briefly glanced down, his eyes catching the ring on Naruto's finger.
"Ahh, yes, I'm sure you and your significant other will love—"
"No, no, I'm looking for something very specific," Naruto interjected, feeling his impatience grow. He noticed the male attendant's enthusiasm waver just a bit, and a small pang of guilt hit him.
"No, no, I'm actually looking for something pretty specific," Naruto interrupted, his tone firmer than intended as a flicker of impatience crept in. He caught the way the male attendant’s smile dimmed just slightly—and fuck, that made him feel a little bad.
He couldn't deny that it did.
"Gomen," He said with a slight bow of his head before straightening up. Maybe he should just to get straight to the point then.
"I'm actually looking for Imperia Norm—"
Hiroshi blinked, a bit confused, "Imperia norm? I don't think—"
"No, no," Naruto said, shaking his head, "It's Imperidum Norma or… maybe Imperium Norp?" He muttered to himself, trying to get the name right.
Hiroshi's brows furrowed, clearly confused, and Naruto could feel himself getting more tangled up in the name.
"Imper... Imperidum... Imperia—fuck." Naruto cursed under his breath.
He let out a frustrated sigh, reaching into his pocket, "Hold on, hold on, just give me a sec."
He pulled out his phone, quickly scrolling through the texts from Shikamaru. When he found the message he needed, he turned the screen toward Hiroshi, pointing at the name with his index finger.
"That one right there," Naruto said, pointing. "That's the one I've been looking for."
Hiroshi's eyes widened the moment he caught sight of the cologne name on the phone screen.
"Ah!" He exclaimed, his expression lighting up, "I knew it! I wasn't totally sure, but I had a feeling that's what you were asking for." He nodded, excitement in his voice, "Imperium Noir, that's one of our best sellers!"
Naruto's face brightened with relief, "Hah, yes! That's the one."
Hiroshi smiled, his excitement evident as he stepped forward, "Follow me, I'll take you right to it."
Naruto bowed respectfully, lower than before, "Arigato gozaimasu."
He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and stepped onward, following Hiroshi as he led him deeper into the store.
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"Thank you for shopping at Scented Dreams! Come back again sometime!"
Naruto barely heard the cashier's cheerful words as he stepped out of the store, the bag containing his new cologne now dangling in his hand.
He had it. He really had it.
The Imperium Noir.
Naruto moved quickly through the crowded streets of Kyoto, the bag in his hand feeling heavier than expected. He actually felt…excited, but there was also an undeniable sense of disbelief gnawing at him too.
Of course there was.
The cost of that damn cologne was now a permanent stain in his mind—the image of the moment he brought it to the counter, watched the cashier scan the barcode, and then saw that godforsaken price flash up on the register screen. The price had been astronomical—he could hardly wrap his head around how much he'd just spent.
A hefty ¥30,000.
Nearly two hundred damn dollars.
Yeah, that fucking stung.
And now, he was just eager to hop on the train and get his ass home. He'd already blown enough cash for the weekend.
With a few swift strides and the help of his long legs, it didn't take long for Naruto to have his wish granted.. Grinning, he stepped through the familiar entrance of the Shinkansen—the sleek bullet train prepped and ready to depart for Tokyo.
His last stop.
Naruto quickly slid into one of the empty seats—by the window, of course. Hands down the best seat in the entire train, no question. He sank into the cushioned chair with a long, relieved sigh, the tension of the day slowly unraveling as the padding welcomed him with the kind of comfort only a tired body could appreciate.
Two more hours, then he'd be home.
Once the train doors slid shut and the last passenger settled into their seat, Naruto didn't waste a single second. He barely spared a glance at the woman and child seated beside him—his attention was zeroed in on one thing and one thing only.
His new purchase.
With barely contained excitement, he reached for his bag and placed it onto his lap. His fingers traced the smooth surface, gliding slowly back and forth, as if savoring the anticipation. Slowly but surely, it all began to sink in—the reality of what sat inside this very bag was finally hitting him.
And it was finally his—all his.
And now that it was, he had to see it again. Touch it. Maybe even get a little whiff.
So, without hesitation, his fingers worked at the ribbon's knot, tugging it loose. The wrapping sighed as it parted—a whisper of sound that seemed too loud in the quiet of the train. His breath caught, ribs pressing tight against his lungs as he leaned closer, gaze dropping into the darkness yawning within the bag.
And there it was—right there.
Waiting for him.
His hands trembled slightly as he slid the cologne out of the bag and carefully removed it from its sleek black case, his eyes finally getting a good look at the bottle.
The cologne container was completely blue—a color so rich, it reminded him of the ocean at night. If he were being honest, it was actually pretty damn beautiful.
The surface of the bottle had a subtle shimmer, catching the bright light in the rocking train like a glint of ice. The label was sleek and elegant, with the name "Imperium Noir" etched in gold lettering, boldly standing out against the deep blue of the bottle, right across the center.
Naruto turned the bottle over in his hands, blue eyes narrowing as he gave it a thorough once-over.
At first glance, it didn't look like anything out of the ordinary.
Just fancy.
Expensive as hell.
The kind of bottle you'd see sitting on some billionaire's vanity—not something you'd expect to be a certified woman magnet though.
Still, he took his time, studying it, the weight, the feel, the high-end finish of the glass. And as he did, Hiroshi's words—the store clerk from Scented Dreams—came echoing back to him.
"Imperium Noir is a signature scent..." Hiroshi's voice played again in his mind, crisp and smooth.
"Deep, icy notes... a spicy undercurrent... and just a touch of woodsy spazzazz."
Naruto hummed under his breath, tilting the bottle slightly.
Sounded simple enough.
Nothing too crazy. Nothing over-the-top.
But then—his brows furrowed.
Because the rest of Hiroshi's words came rushing back as well.
The warning.
The part that didn't feel quite so… simple.
"Just a heads-up—Imperium Noir comes with a bit of a…disclaimer," Hiroshi had said, his voice dipping into something a little more serious.
"If I were you, I'd go light with it—just a couple of sprays. Trust me, a little's all you need."
Naruto remembered how the guy had paused then—leaned in close too, which honestly creeped him the hell out at the time.
"Because if you're not careful? It doesn't creep up. It hits. Fast. Hard. And then? Things get… intense."
Another pause.
"Not for you, necessarily—"
"—but for the woman waiting for you at home."
Naruto smirked, running the tip of his tongue quickly across his lips.
Intense, huh?
The cologne sounded so perfect in the store—right up his alley, in fact. But now, with the bottle in his hands and the reality of his purchase settling in, Naruto couldn't help but wonder if it could really live up to all the hype.
By hype, he meant Shikamaru, and how much he'd been gassing it up.
Naruto gave the bottle a gentle shake, listening to the faint swish of the liquid inside,
"Alright… what's so special about you, huh?" He murmured to himself, more out of curiosity than any real expectation.
With a quick flick, he twisted off the cap. The soft click of it coming loose cut clean through the quiet hum of the train. He hesitated for a moment, bottle hovering near his face, then brought it closer to his nose…
….and finally took an inhale.
Instantly, the first whiff hit him like a wall—bold, rich, almost overwhelming.
Indeed, it was woodsy, with a subtle icy spice that instantly gripped his senses, pulling him in completely. He took another sniff, this time catching a citrusy note, light and refreshing, cutting through the deep richness of the scent.
He pulled the bottle away from his face, his mind racing as he gave it another once-over, the scent still lingering in his senses.
That… wasn't so bad.
Naruto couldn't stop himself.
He brought the bottle back for another sniff.
Then another.
And another.
With each inhalation, the layers of the fragrance seemed to reveal something new—deeper, more enticing. It drew him in—layer by layer, more intense with every breath.
And then, it happened.
He felt his body…relax.
The initial sharpness of the scent, which had completely blindsided him at first, gradually began to mellow, easing into something…more. The icy bite faded into a warm, spicy undertone like the cologne was opening up to him, to his senses—adapting to him.
It was strange… soothing, even.
His shoulders, tight since the moment he'd stepped foot into Scented Dreams, finally began to loosen, the tension bleeding out of him as he sank further into the plush train seat. He could feel it—his body melting, his thoughts softening at the edges, the scent wrapping around him like a silk noose he didn't want to escape.
…like a spell.
He tried—fuck, he tried—not to moan.
There was just…something about it—something almost addictive. Like no matter how many times he breathed it in—once, twice, three times—it still wasn't enough.
He needed more.
A craving he couldn't satisfy.
"Damn.." Naruto muttered to himself, almost in awe.
This… was more than he expected.
With a slight shiver running through him, he lifted the bottle to the light once more, watching the liquid shimmer inside it.
He shook his head in disbelief, "This... this is fucking good."
Just as he was about to take another sniff, a soft clearing of the throat snapped him out of his trance. He quickly turned his head to the right, where the woman and child had been sitting before. But now, the woman was staring, no, glaring at him, her expression tight and disapproving—most likely because of his language.
Naruto sweat droppped, and he let out a nervous laugh, realizing he might've gotten a little too carried away.
He quickly bowed his head, apologizing, "Gomenasai, miss."
The woman's eyes softened slightly, though the protective edge remained, especially with her child nearby, "You're fine... just please watch the language."
Naruto straightened up, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips, "Right. My bad."
The woman nodded curtly, her eyes briefly glancing at the cologne in his hand before she turned away, returning to tend to her child.
Minding her own business once more.
Naruto did the same.
He straightened back up in his seat, feeling the tension melt away just as quickly as it had come. Inevitably, his attention shifted right back to the cologne in his hand. His fingers traced the smooth glass of the bottle, marveling at its sleek design.
Yeah, it's official.
His decision to buy the cologne—despite the jaw-dropping price tag—actually felt worth it. Yeah, it had cost him a lot. A whole lot. But now, sitting there with the sleek bottle cradled in his hands, after just experiencing that scent, he didn't regret a thing.
Shikamaru was right—this stuff was the real deal.
Naruto's fingers curled a little tighter around the bottle as he leaned back into the plush seat, the smooth hum of the train fading into the background.
For the first time in a long while, he felt like maybe, just maybe, he'd made the right choice.
Now, the only thing left is to give it a try.
With a smirk creeping across his whiskered face, he pulled the bottle up to his neck and gave himself a spritz.
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"Hinata-chan! I'm back!"
As usual, upon his arrival back home, Naruto called out to his wife.
His voice echoed through the walls of their beautiful home, the sound mingling with the soft thud of the front door closing behind him. A gentle click of the lock followed, officially sealing the world outside.
He let out a deep sigh, drawing a fresh breath through the nose.
Man, there was nothing quite like coming home after a long, tiring day. After all the chaos and exhaustion, there was something so reassuring to Naruto about being in his own space, knowing he didn't have to go anywhere or do anything—just be.
It was a feeling Naruto cherished more than anything.
And, of course…
"I'm in the kitchen!" Hinata's soft voice floated from the other room, as warm and welcoming as ever.
Naruto could hear her without her even having to say much—he knew exactly where she was. The soft sizzle of something cooking, the faint, mouthwatering aroma filling the air, the gentle rustling of her moving about.
Oh, he knew.
Naruto sighed deeply, his body finally relaxing.
Kami, it felt so damn good to be home.
With a smile, Naruto slipped off his shoes and set them neatly by the door before making his way down the hallway, the bag of cologne held securely in his hand. But just before heading into the kitchen, he paused and carefully placed the bag on a shelf in the living room. He tucked it out of sight, behind a decorative flower pot, just in case.
He didn't want to spoil the surprise.
Soon enough, Naruto quietly slipped into the kitchen.
Instantly, his eyes locked onto his sweet wifey, standing at the stove. She had her back to him, surrounded by simmering pots and woks, steam rising in soft clouds, curling toward the ceiling.
Naruto inhaled deeply, his senses immediately hit with a mouthwatering blend of savory goodness—vegetables, meat, rice, and spices.
The delicious, comforting aroma of dinner.
Naruto's grin widened.
He could never quite get used to this—her, the simple comfort of coming back home to this.
So, of course, he couldn't resist.
He moved quietly, hunched over and all, sneaking up behind her without making a single sound. Then, with absolutely no warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a big smooch to her cheek.
Hinata jumped in his embrace, letting out an adorable gasp, "N-Naruto-kun!"
"Why hello there, Ms. Uzumaki." He teased, brushing his nose through the messy strands of her pinned-up hair.
"I missed you, my love." He hummed softly in her ear, relishing the familiar warmth of his petite wife in his arms. And because he just couldn't bring himself not to, he began to pepper kisses along her neck from behind, his lips grazing her soft skin with each one.
He heard her let out a soft moan, tilting her neck to give him more room.
"Why hello, Mr. Uzumaki." She teased right back, "Mmm, you're in a good mood today." She smiled, her cheeks still a little flushed, but clearly enjoying the affection he was showering on her.
Naruto chuckled, nuzzling deeper into her neck, "I guess I am..."
He paused his kisses for a moment, giving a thoughtful hum, "Hmm, I wonder why," He joked, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes.
Oh, he definitely knew why.
Hinata giggled, but there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes as she gently turned her head over her shoulder to meet his gaze.
She tapped his nose playfully, "Oh you'll have to tell me more about that later," She said with a bright smile, "For now, I'm just happy you're home." She said, that beautiful smile of hers widening.
"Are you hungry?"
Naruto nodded vigorously, his spiky blonde hair bouncing with the motion, "Starving, actually. What's cooking?"
He slipped his hand around her waist, reaching for the wooden spoon in the pot of stew she was preparing. Gently, he stirred the simmering broth, groaning in appreciation as the rich, savory scent of thinly sliced beef, carrots, potatoes, and onions came to life, blessing his nostrils.
Naruto raised the wooden spoon to his lips, taking a careful sip of the broth.
But, the moment the flavors hit his tongue, his eyes nearly fluttered to the back of his head, a low groan of pleasure escaping him. The depth of flavor was so intense, so incredible, it practically smacked him in the face.
"Mmm—Nikujaga," Naruto whispered, already knowing what was for dinner without Hinata needing to say a single word.
His wife clapped her hands in excitement, "Yep!"
"It's so damn good, baby." Naruto groaned, giving his lips another lick to savor the flavor again.
"I'm glad you like it, Naruto-kun." The midnight blue-haired woman smiled sweetly, her hand slipping along the spoon's handle, gently taking it from his grip as she began to stir the pot herself.
"I wanted to make something special for you tonight."
"You always make everything special, babe." Naruto said, gently tickling her slender sides.
Hinata's body shimmied in his hold, soft giggles escaping her lips, "Aww, arigato, Naruto-kun."
Instead of leaving, Naruto chose to stay by his wife's side, keeping her company as she worked. He watched her with a soft smile, admiring the way she moved so gracefully around the kitchen, all the while humming a sweet little tune under her breath.
It was—kami—it was impressive.
Naruto could've stood there for hours, just watching his perfect little wife—so focused, so at peace, completely in her element, lost in the rhythm of something she clearly loved so much.
He settled against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze locked onto her as she moved effortlessly, stirring dinner while expertly juggling the accompanying sides.
A stir here.
A sprinkle there.
She made cooking look so…easy.
But if he had been the one behind that stove?
Yeah—this whole kitchen would've been a disaster zone, burnt straight to the ground.
No question about it.
Naruto snorted, amused at the thought—but that amusement didn't last long.
Something caught his attention.
Something… off.
Hinata paused, her movements suddenly slowing. Her lavender eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a flicker of concentration crossing her features.
Then, all of a sudden… she sniffed the air.
Naruto raised an eyebrow, "What's the matter?" He asked, his curiosity piqued.
Hinata hummed, her brow furrowing, "That's strange…" She sniffed the dish before her, leaning in closer to the pot.
"I smell something…"
Naruto's heart skipped a beat, and he had to hold back the stupid, giddy grin threatening to spread across his face.
He'd been waiting for this moment, waiting until she finally caught on.
Hinata turned around, her lavender eyes scanning the room before she sniffed the air once more, trying to identify the source of the unfamiliar scent.
"What is that?" She asked, genuinely confused.
Naruto couldn't help but chuckle, "Uhh, you okay, Hinata-chan?"
Hinata gave him a soft, confused glance, her cute, plump face forming a puzzled pout. Then, with a sudden realization, she leaned in closer to him, and sniffed the air in his direction.
"Naruto-kun..." She gasped, her voice breathless, surprised, "You smell... really good."
Her face turned a shade of pink as she took a tentative step closer to him, her gaze shifting shyly, "I-I knew I smelled it earlier, but I just... I wasn't sure."
Naruto, trying to suppress his growing smile, chuckled nervously, "Oh, uh, really?" He shrugged casually, though his eyes sparkled with the thrill of her finally noticing.
"Well, arigato, Hina."
She tilted her head, her lavender eyes focused intently on him now. Without warning, she leaned in even further, the distance between them shrinking in an instant. Naruto barely had time to react before she took another deep inhale, this time right near his neck, her warm breath ghosting over his tanned skin.
A sharp shiver shot through him.
For a split second, Naruto froze, his heart slamming against his ribs, the sudden closeness of his wife catching him completely off guard.
But he was quick to recover, clearing his throat, forcing himself to play it cool.
"Uhh, Hinata-chan?"
Hinata gasped softly, her cheeks flaring a bright red as she realized what she had just done. She quickly pulled back, covering her mouth with one hand.
"My Kami, seriously, what is that?!" Her voice had risen into a tiny shriek, her curiosity desperately trying to get answers.
Naruto couldn't help but chuckle, a full-on grin finally breaking across his face, "Oh, nothing. Just a little something I picked up today."
Might as well spill the beans.
He had kept it a secret long enough.
Hinata blinked, clearly surprised, "You… picked something up?"
He nodded, his grin widening, "Yeah, something special."
Her curiosity only grew as she blinked again, "New cologne?"
"Yeah, something like that." Naruto nodded, his grin widening.
He shifted his weight off the counter and began walking across the kitchen to set the dinner table. As he passed by her, he purposely brushed past, sending a gust of air and of course, a strong whiff of his cologne her way.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn he saw Hinata's body shudder, her breath catching.
It was the faintest sound, but he heard it—clear as day.
She stood there, frozen mid-stir, her eyes fixed on him intently as he moved around the kitchen, opening the cabinets above to grab bowls for both of them.
Hinata bit her lip, a bit dazed, "That smells... amazing."
Her hand instinctively lifted to fan the air toward herself, trying to take in more of his new cologne's scent as it blended with the rich aroma of the stew.
Her little button nose twitched.
"It's... it's... like... a completely different scent..."
"Yeah?" Naruto smirked, feeling a surge of satisfaction,
Hinata nodded, still a bit caught up in the moment, her voice soft and uncertain as she tried to come up with the right words to explain, "Hai, it's so different… kind of bold, but in a good way. I don't know, it's sexy."
Naruto's eyes lit up at the word.
Sexy, huh?
Now that was a bold compliment. A very good sign.
Hinata smiled warmly, "I really really like it, Naruto-kun."
"Heh, glad ya do, babe." He gave her a playful wink, "It's called Imperium Noir. I thought it might be time for a change."
He shrugged, "After all, I got it for you."
Her eyes widened in surprise, "Really?"
"Yeah." He stepped closer, bowls in hand, "I wanna smell nice for my woman, ya know?"
Hinata's cheeks flushed even deeper, her heart fluttering at his words. She shook her head slightly, her voice softening before she whispered, almost bold in its own right, "But it's not just the cologne, Naruto-kun... It's you. Everything about you…is perfect already."
Naruto's eyebrows lifted in surprise.
Whoa.
More boldness.
Unexpected—but damn, he was into it.
Naruto stepped around her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. With a slight tilt of his head, he leaned in and planted another gentle kiss on her cheek, appreciative of her confession.
"Aww, now aren't you the sweetest?" He teased, his voice playful, "Though, I have to disagree. I'm nowhere near as perfect as you, baby." He gestured toward the pot of beef stew with a grin.
"All done?"
"O-Oh yeah," Hinata stammered, her cheeks still flushed from her husband's affection.
Naruto grabbed the spoon and quickly began dishing out the bowls. As he reached over her to scoop, he couldn't help but notice how she subtly leaned a little further into his chest, her button nose twitching slightly.
He smirked deviously.
Yes, Hina, take it all in.
Loosen up for me, baby.
He held back his smirk just in time, biting it down as he quickly wrapped things up. Turning to hand his wife a bowl, he offered her a soft smile.
"Here you go, Hinata-chan."
The midnight blue-haired woman gasped, his voice pulling her out of her trance.
"A-Arigato."
She shuffled a little closer, her voice hesitant, "D-Demo, I want to be the one to make you a bowl." She stammered in a rush. She gently set her bowl down on the counter before taking the one from his hands.
With a soft, affectionate smile, she began scooping a generous helping of stew for him, "I'll also go ahead and make a second bowl for you, just in case you want seconds."
Naruto chuckled, shaking his head, "Hinata-chan, you really don't have to do that—"
She spun around quickly, pressing her finger gently to his lips to silence him, "Shh. I want to, babe." She nodded toward the dining area.
"Just go ahead and sit down at the table."
Her finger traced down his lip, a soft touch that seemed intentional, though he couldn't tell for sure. He felt his lip bounce slightly as her finger slipped away.
Her lavender eyes fluttered up at him as she moved to fetch herself another bowl, the loose strands of her messy bun grazing his chin as she passed.
Another shiver shot straight down his spine.
Naruto bit his lip, his blue eyes instinctively dropping to her swaying ass in her skirt.
Mmm.
Now, what's this, Hinata-chan?
He watched as she reached up for another bowl in the cabinet just above her, but her short height made the task a bit…awkward.
Instinctively, Naruto moved closer to offer his help.
"No, no. I got it!" Hinata squeaked, halting him in his tracks.
He raised an eyebrow, surprised by her response.
He would've gladly helped her—standing at 6'3", grabbing the bowl would’ve been no trouble at all. But there was something in the way she insisted that made him pause.
Her… determination.
He respected that, respected her wishes, so he backed off. Instead, deciding to make himself useful in other ways, he turned and carried the prepared bowls to the dining area.
But as he glanced back, he saw her rise onto her tiptoes, trying to put in a little more effort. But just as she finally managed to grab the bowl, it slipped from her fingers, tumbling down and crashing against the floor with a loud clatter.
"E-Eep!" She squeaked softly, her face heating up instantly, embarrassment painting her cheeks a deeper crimson.
But that's not the most surprising part.
The timing couldn't have been more perfect—Naruto was walking by just as she bent over, and, of course, his eyes couldn't help but…wander.
He couldn't stop himself.
His blue eyes darted downward, and his dick stirred to life almost instantly by what he saw—by the tempting glimpse beneath her lifted skirt.
Pink lace panties.
That's what he saw.
The delicate fabric nestled snugly in the crevice between the soft, pale curves of her ass cheeks, swaying ever so slightly as she bent down to retrieve the fallen bowl.
Fuck.
Naruto didn't know if her bending like that was intentional—but it sure felt like it.
As much as he liked what he saw, he couldn't help but find it…odd.
Of course, he did.
Hinata had never done anything like that before. Normally, she would have probably waited for him to pass, mindful of the fact she was wearing a skirt, bending down only when the coast was clear.
Because that's just how she was.
But now...
Naruto cleared his throat, forcing himself to refocus.
The dining room. Set the table. Dinner.
Right. Right.
He had to remind himself—again—what he was supposed to be doing.
But even still—he couldn't shake it.
His mind kept looping back, replaying that moment over and over, the image of his wife's juicy, pale ass now seared behind his eyelids, burned into his memory. Just the recollection of her bent over so nicely, arched just right, fuck, it refused to leave his head.
Maybe it was nothing.
Maybe he was over analyzing, reading too much into things, making shit up in his head.
He needed to sit his ass down, get some food inside him, and snap out of it.
He moved quickly to the table, working alongside Hinata as she carried over the steaming bowl of beef stew, the savory aroma trailing behind her. She followed it up with two cups of ginger tea, one for each of them to sip alongside the meal. With his help, they arranged the rest of the side dishes, each one more mouthwatering than the last.
There was a pot of fluffy white rice, lightly garnished with fresh herbs, a tray of crisp, roasted vegetables glistening with seasoning, a glossy bowl of kinpira gobo with just the right balance of sweet and savory, and finally, a basket of golden, crisp egg rolls still warm from the fryer.
Everything looked—and smelled—absolutely perfect.
The spread was a delicious sight to Naruto, and it had his stomach growling like nobody's business. In a flash, he found his seat at the end of the table, flopping down with a satisfied sigh, ready to dive in.
But as soon as he settled, he felt something—a presence that was too close, too sudden. He shifted, his blue eyes widening as he found himself face-to-face with a pair of lavender ones.
"Woah!" He exclaimed, a nervous chuckle slipping past his lips, "Hinata-chan, you're a little close, don'tcha think?" His tone was light and teasing, though there was a subtle tension beneath it, a flicker of uncertainty even he couldn't quite hide.
Hinata sat in the chair directly beside him—but she was much closer than what would typically be considered normal, the leg of it nearly touching his chair. Her head was propped up by her hands on the table, her gaze focused intently on him.
Another... odd moment.
Even odder, considering that wasn't even her usual seat.
Normally, she'd sat at the other end of the table, across from him, with just enough space to keep things casual.
But not tonight.
Tonight, she was close—closer than ever.
And she didn't look to be moving anytime soon.
Hell, if anything, she inched even closer, her lavender eyes never leaving his, a cute, almost shy smile blooming across her face.
"I just want to sit by you, Naruto-kun," She said, her voice soft and sweet, the kind of tone that melted him right down to the bone.
She pouted, "It feels like I haven't seen you all day."
Damn.
How was he supposed to say no to that face?
Naruto let out a soft chuckle, his expression melting into a gentle pout as he slipped his hand forward, his fingers brushing lightly across her cheek.
A tender, affectionate touch.
"I know, baby. I know, gomen," He murmured, watching as she leaned into his touch, "I'm sorry I was away for so long."
Hinata's lavender eyes sparkled at his words, her smile growing, warming.
"So, this is perfectly fine." He said, his lips curling into a soft smile," You can sit beside me for dinner, and then, afterward…" He let his voice trail off, becoming something more… playful.
"How about we kick back and watch a movie together, hm?"
He watched her closely, catching the way her eyes brightened, how her shoulders relaxed, the soft, unspoken relief in her posture.
That was all the confirmation he needed—he'd made the right call.
Hinata nodded eagerly, her messy bun bobbing with her excitement.
She reached out, her hand landing gently on his thigh, "Hai, please! I would love that a lot, Naruto-kun~!" Her voice was like a melody, his name rolling off her tongue with a soft, sweet lilt. She practically shimmed in her seat, as if she could barely contain her excitement.
And Naruto didn't miss it.
The subtle way she leaned in, using the thigh grab as a perfect excuse to close the distance, her nose inching nearer, just to steal another whiff of his cologne.
He bit down on his excited grin, his lips twitching as he fought to keep his expression neutral.
But inside?
He was a giddy, fucking mess.
Well, well, Shikamaru, I'll be damned.
That little ponytail-wearing dork wasn't lying.
The cologne actually works.
Naruto wasn't an idiot—he wasn't dense.
Well, not anymore at least.
He knew his wife—better than anyone—and so, he could spot the signs, no matter how subtle they were. Hinata was changing—in ways he'd never seen before. It was almost like she was on a sugar high, her energy skyrocketing, her body language buzzing.
She was getting so close to him, doing all that sniffing, all that touching. It was hard to ignore. Her movements was growing more deliberate, her words bolder, her body acting like it had a mind of its own, like it couldn't help but drift closer and closer to him.
And Naruto?
Oh, he was loving every second of it.
"Itadakimasu!" Naruto exclaimed cheerfully in unison with Hinata, their hands clasped together over dinner, both of them eager to dive in. But just as he reached for his chopsticks, they slipped from his fingers, and his delicously fixed bowl of stew was suddenly taken away from him.
"Nani—?"
"Let me feed you, Naruto-kun."
The mischief in Hinata's soft voice didn't escape him. Not in the slightest.
He heard it loud and clear, and it sent a sharp twist of something he couldn't quite name deep in his stomach.
"E-Eh?" Naruto blinked, visibly thrown off, confusion flashing across his face. But he recovered quickly, brushing it off with a playful smirk as he raised an eyebrow.
"Now, now, Hinata-chan…" He curled his fingers toward her in a teasing beckon. But even if he tried to play it cool, Naruto could admit one thing—he was shocked.
Utterly shocked.
It was almost unbelievable—the sight of his wife, the same shy, reserved Hinata he's always known, now boldly holding his bowl in her delicate hands, ready to feed him.
She had never done this before. Never had the courage to.
But now…
Naruto's whiskered cheeks flushed a bit, his pulse quickening beneath his skin.
Her lavender eyes froze him. Captivated him.
They squinted, fluttered, lashes batting at him.
Holding him exactly where she wanted him.
Hinata inched his bowl closer, shimming her hips in her seat, her expression sweet yet undeniably firm.
"Come on, Naruto-kun," She coaxed, her voice soft as she slightly sulked in her seat, a cute pout tugging at her flushed cheeks, "You've been working so hard lately. The least I can do is feed you."
Her lips curled into a wide smile, but there was a glint in her half-lidded eyes, a playful spark hiding beneath that sweetness of hers.
"So!" She chirped, "open wide for me, okay?"
Naruto swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing, as he stared at the delicate grip she had on the chopsticks, his mind scrambling to catch up.
"H-Hinata-chan, you really don't have to—"
She didn't budge.
Instead, she lifted the chopsticks higher, delicately picking up a perfectly portioned bite of the stew—tender slices of juicy beef soaked in rich broth, along with soft carrots and hearty potatoes.
She brought it to his lips, her knee brushing his as she did.
"Hush. Just let me take care of you."
Before he could protest, she nudged it gently against his lips, her expectant gaze locking with his.
"Say ahh~" She whispered, her voice carrying a playful lilt, the sound tickling his senses and sending an even warmer flush creeping across his whiskered cheeks.
"Damn, Hina," He muttered, his voice low and breathy, "You're way too cute for your own good."
Hinata's smile widened, a soft giggle escaping her lips, and with that, Naruto opened his mouth, accepting the first bite of her home-cooked beef stew.
Instantly, the flavors exploded on his tongue, his eyes shooting wide in response.
Holy shit.
The broth was deep and hearty, rich with the essence of the tender beef. The vegetables were so soft, they practically melted in his mouth, each bite perfectly balanced. It was the kind of flavor that wrapped around you, that made you feel all warm and gooey inside.
Like a hug for your soul.
A home in a bite.
Naruto couldn't suppress the groan that escaped him—a sound of pure culinary bliss. The taste was so satisfying that he didn't even realize when his mouth opened again, clearly eager for more.
Hinata was quick to give him just what he wanted.
Her expression gleamed with delight as she scooped another helping, gently sliding the chopsticks past his lips.
"Good boy," She cooed, batting her lashes at him.
But Naruto was so lost in the flavors on his tongue, so wrapped up in the warmth of her cooking, that he didn't even register the words she just said.
Good boy.
And she didn't stop there.
Her fingers glided over the array of dishes, plucking a golden egg roll from its plate. Her manicured nails lightly grazed the crispy crust as she tore it apart, a gentle stream of steam escaping from within.
She held out one half, offering it to him.
"Here, try this," She offered, her lavender eyes twinkling with a hint of pride, "I used a different filling this time. Shredded pork and a touch of ginger, along with the usual ingredients, of course."
She pressed the piece of roll to his lips, her thumb brushing gently against the corner of his mouth. She smiled as she watched him bite down, taking it.
Naruto hummed in approval, savoring the egg roll as he chewed. It was crunchy and full, the savory filling paired with a slight zing of ginger, just as she said, perfectly matching the richness of the stew.
It made his stomach feel so warm.
"You like it, Naruto-kun?" Hinata asked teasingly, leaning in to watch his reaction.
Naruto ran his thumb across his lips, catching a stray crumb, "I do, baby. A lot."
Her lips curled into a pleased smile, her eyes lighting up at his words, clearly appreciating his response.
He nodded down at the other piece of the egg roll in her hand, "Mind if I finish the other half?"
"Of course, demo.." Before handing it over, Hinata gestured toward the tiny bowls of homemade sauces on the table.
"How about trying some sauces?" She pointed out, "I've got sweet and sour, garlic soy, and plum sauce." She wiggled her brows.
"Pick your poison, hun!"
Naruto cracked a grin.
Hinata playfully reached over and slapped his thigh, her grin widening, "Just kidding, but seriously, take your pick."
Naruto chuckled at her playfulness, finding it hella comforting, "Heh, I'm gonna go ahead and tell you right now, if any of this is poison, baby, I'll surely die a happy man," He teased, his finger pointing at the three tiny bowls laid out in front of him, her laughter warming his soul.
"I'll gladly try all three."
His words were accompanied by a playful wink, and it was like pouring gasoline on a fire—Hinata's mood skyrocketed, her body practically bouncing around in her seat, a visible burst of energy from the dopamine rush that just hit her.
Happily, she handed him a few more egg rolls, dipping them carefully into each sauce, making sure they were perfectly coated before feeding them to him, one by one. She watched as he eagerly accepted all of them, his eyes lighting up with each new flavor.
But Naruto wasn't about to just sit back.
He leaned in, more than eager to take part in the "hands-on bonding."
"Now, you." He offered, grabbing one of the egg rolls, dipping it into the sweet and sour sauce, and bringing it to her lips with a playful grin, "Can't go without making sure my wife's nice and fed too, ya know?"
Hinata's eyes softened, her heart melting at the gesture, clearly moved by his thoughtfulness. A gentle smile curved her lips as he gestured the egg roll in his hands to her, and she leaned her head down to take a bite.
But in the process, a stray strand of hair slipped across her face. She quickly tucked it away with a gentle sweep of her fingers.
Naruto felt his heart skip a beat.
Leaning in closer, Hinata wrapped her lips around the egg roll he held out, the satisfying crunch echoing softly as her teeth sunk into the deep fried dough.
"Mmm." A small, contented sigh escaped Hinata's lips, her eyes closing for a brief moment as she enjoyed the fruits of her labor.
"So good…" She hummed between chews.
A soft smile slowly spread across her face, clearly enjoying the flavors of the egg roll. But there was something else—something in the way she ate, as if she were savoring someone else's cooking.
Hinata beamed, running her fingers across her lips, "Wow, I didn't know I could make something this good," She murmured, looking down at the eggroll in pleasant surprise, "I mean... I was just experimenting, but wow, I'm quite literally blown away."
Naruto chuckled, a twinkle in his eye, "Well, of course! You've got a gift, Hina. Always making things taste better than they have any right to." He shrugged, "Besides, I've been saying it since day one—you make the best meals. Told you that long before I put that ring on your finger."
She laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears and it was all Naruto could do to not get lost in it.
"Oh my love," She chastised, "you're not just saying that because you've grown a soft spot for my cooking, have you?" She teased boldly, sticking her chin up in mock defiance.
Naruto clicked his tongue with a grin, "Well, maybe so, but if that makes me a sap, then I'll wear it proudly. I'd shout from the rooftops about how amazing your cooking is, because that's how special you are to me, baby."
Hinata pouted, a deeper blush staining her cheeks at his words, "Aww, you really know how to make a woman feel so good, Naruto-kun."
Naruto would have responded.
He would have.
But instead, he found himself… frozen.
Frozen by the way Hinata casually returned to her meal, but turning up the heat in the process.
Naruto watched, mouth slightly gaped, as she dipped another egg roll into the plum sauce, her fingers delicately cradling the base of it.
His eyes trailed after her, following the way her tongue slipped out, a quick flick to catch the dripping sauce, before she ran that pink, wet appendage along the entire length of the egg roll.
Up and down.
Top to bottom.
Licking it clean.
And through it all, she never broke eye contact with him.
Her gaze held his, a daring challenge gleaming in those lavender depths, as if to say:
"Go on. Look away. I dare you."
But he didn't.
Didn't look away.
So, she kept going.
Her lips wrapped around the roll, sultry, slow, her head tilting just enough for him to see the way it bobbed against her jaw, nudging the soft curve of her cheek—
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
And then—
She took a deep bite, her teeth sinking into the crispy fried dough, a soft, satisfied hum slipping from her lips as her eyes rolled back, pleasure curling at the edges of her expression.
Holy shit.
Naruto couldn't breathe.
Couldn't even fucking think.
Suddenly, he felt hot.
Like the room had cranked up ten degrees, heat rushing beneath his skin. His long-sleeve button-up suddenly felt too tight, too confining, every seam itching against his skin, agitating him.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
There was no mistaking it now. No reason for suspicions.
The cologne was in full effect.
He knew exactly what Hinata was throwing his way.
And damn, did it get him good.
The twitch of his cock in his slacks reminded him of just how well her little performance worked, his leg bouncing subtly, his hand itching over for his cup of tea to drink, trying to cover it all up.
He focused—tried to focus—on something, anything.
His tea—and the delicious spread of food in front of him—were his only saving grace. He dug in, shoveling several bites into his mouth, using the burst of flavor as a convenient distraction.
But of course, Hinata wasn't about to let him off that easy.
Instead, she continued feeding him, gently sliding more food his way, using her chopsticks to offer him bites of nikujaga, crispy egg rolls, and kinpira gobo—until nearly all of it was gone.
Nothing but empty bowls.
Leaving just two dishes left.
With her chopsticks, she selected a piece of roasted vegetable, its edges crispy, caramelized, glistening with a light sheen of oil and herbs, "I know you're not the biggest fan of vegetables," She murmured, her head tilting cutely to the side, a soft smile on her lips.
"But they're good for you, Naruto-kun."
Naruto chuckled, a soft, rumbly sound that made her smile widen.
She wasn't wrong.
He had never been especially fond of vegetables—that much had always been true, even back when he was a kid. They were the obligatory, often dreaded part of every meal—the kind of food he had to force down just to say he ate them.
But with Hinata offering them, and even feeding them to him? Hell, he'd eat every vegetable on the planet if it meant keeping that sweet smile on her face.
Her chopsticks hovered in front of his lips, and he gladly opened his mouth, letting her feed him once more. But as he chewed, he noticed her free hand had drifted along his arm, her fingers tracing the line of his sleeve, feeling the muscle beneath the black fabric of his button-up.
"Vegetables, hun, will make you big and strong," She continued, her tone syrupy sweet, her fingers pressing gently against him.
"Make those muscles even bigger... harder for me." Her hand wandered, her thumb tracing the firm curve of his bicep.
Naruto's breath hitched, a soft, involuntary shiver running through him, "Well then, heh," He chuckled breathlessly, "I guess I better eat up, then," He replied, his voice low, gravelly. And just to return the favor, he rolled his shoulders, his muscles beneath his shirt flexing, putting on a little show just for her.
Hinata giggled, a sound that was both sweetly innocent and dangerously intoxicating, those hooded lavender eyes never leaving his.
"That's right," She whispered, her lips so close he could feel her breath against his cheek.
Fuck.
It made his dick so hard.
"I want you strong, Naruto-kun. Strong for me."
He licked his lips.
Mmm.
Her voice—there was something new to it now.
A sweetness, yes, but there was a soft, velvety layer to it that had him melting in his chair. It wasn't the voice of the shy, reserved Hinata he'd always known.
No—she was gone now.
And Naruto?
He wasn't going to lie.
Internally, he was freaking out, overly ecstatic as he watched the real-time effects of his cologne working its magic.
This was really some unbelievable shit.
A slow grin spread across his whiskered face.
It's about time to…kick things up a notch.
Naruto propped his elbow on the table, his head nestling against his palm just as she lifted the chopsticks, a bite of white rice and vegetables balanced delicately at the tips. She guided it toward his lips.
His mouth opened slowly, his eyes half-lidded.
"Mmm," He hummed, a gentle rumble vibrating through the air, "Why do you want me strong, hm, Hina?"
Her hand stilled, the chopsticks hovering just before his lips. For a moment, he caught it—that flicker of something naughty in her lavender eyes that made his pulse jump.
Her teeth caught her bottom lip, a quick nip, and her tongue darted out, wetting the skin, the motion barely noticeable—but he saw it.
He saw all of it.
"Because," She whispered, her voice a soft, silky purr. She shimmied closer, reaching out to clasp his free hand, resting idly on the table.
"A strong man like you..." She clutched her thighs together, "...can take good care of me."
Her fingers danced along his knuckles, thumb rubbing circles across them.
Naruto's breath hitched—subtle, but there.
His lips curled into a smirk, his tongue slipping out to tease the chopsticks, drawing the bite of food into his mouth.
He chewed slowly, savoring both the food and the look in his wife's eyes.
"Yeah?" His voice was a low drawl, the teasing note there unmistakable, "And what kind of care are you lookin' for, baby?"
Her smile widened, a hint of mischief curling at the edges.
With a soft click, she set the chopsticks aside, her body shifting forward, slipping slightly from her chair as she leaned over the table—just enough for him to catch the dip of her shirt, the soft curve of her cleavage.
A glimpse that was far too tempting to ignore.
Naruto's reaction was instant, a low, hungry moan slipping past his lips.
"Damn, baby..."
She gave her creamy white breasts a gentle, teasing shake.
"The kind of care that makes me feel wanted."
Her voice dropped, each word a slow drip of honey, her tone both sweet and sinful. Naruto's eyes darkened, his fingers flexing against the table, the wood groaning softly under his grip.
"Mhm, keep talking, Hina," Naruto's voice was incredibly husky now, the sound a gentle push, urging her to continue.
"You've certainly got all my attention now."
Hinata moaned softly, her hips shimmering with a subtle roll, her skirt swaying gently, brushing against her thighs.
"I want the kind of care that spoils me." She purred, each word a gentle stroke against his nerves.
"Teases me." Her hands traced over the curve of her body, a gentle roll of her shoulders.
"Pleases me."
She licked her lips sensually, "Punishes me."
Naruto's eyes shot wide, a flicker of surprise and raw hunger flashing through the blue.
Holy…shit.
His pulse quickened, a rhythm he felt in every inch of his body.
And there it was.
Bit by bit, the truth of her desires began to unravel, layers peeling away, finally, after all this time, exposing themselves.
Raw and real.
And that was far from the end.
"Hai..." Hinata's voice was breathy, horny.
"With all that strength of yours, I want you to throw me on our bed, hold me down, spread my legs wide..."
She leaned in further, her slender body stretching over the table, her lips hovering just a breath away from his.
Naruto almost had a goddamn seizure.
He just couldn't contain his joy.
Hinata was saying all the right things.
All the things he had been waiting to hear.
All the things he had been dreaming of.
"And make me take it."
Naruto's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk.
Fuck yes.
He knew exactly what she wanted.
Knew exactly she was asking for.
Of course, he did.
But a part of him was having way too much fun with this unfiltered version of Hinata. He wanted to play with this, see just how far she was willing to go…
…willing to admit.
A low hum rumbled in his chest, his lips curling into a teasing smirk.
"Mmm, make you take what, huh?"
Hinata's eyes narrowed, a look that said, "You know exactly what." But to his delight, she didn't just answer his question.
She showed him.
Her hand slid across the table, and before he could even process it, her fingers were right between his thighs, gently cupping his erection through his slacks.
Naruto's head snapped back in bliss, "Fuck..."
The word escaped him, more a breath than a sound, his hips bucking slightly into her touch, his body reacting on instinct.
She hummed, her fingers applying a delicate pressure against the shaft.
"Make me take all of you, Naruto-kun."
She tilted her head, her lips parting just enough to show the slightest glimpse of her tongue.
"Every inch."
Her hand moved slowly, a gentle tease, up and down the bulge of him as her eyes held his, seducing him, undressing him, sexing him up in a way he surely didn't want to end.
"I want you to hold me down..." Her fingers pressed just a little firmer against him, her lips parting as she leaned in closer.
"And fuck me."
Naruto's breath hitched hard, a sharp inhale that did nothing to steady the fire blazing through him.
Fuck me?
Fuck me?!?
His mind stalled, every coherent thought crashing and burning as her words echoed, looping over and over, bouncing off every corner of his brain.
He couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
Because—holy shit.
She said it.
Hinata—his overly shy, blush-at-everything, easily-flustered wife—just said fuck me?!?
What the hell did they put in this cologne?
His thoughts shattered when her thumb pressed down, right at the tip of his shaft, even through his slacks, and fuck—his breath shuddered out, his entire body going rigid beneath her touch.
She batted her lashes, "And not stop until I can't even remember my own name."
Naruto's chest heaved, a low growl thrumming between them, his fingers digging into the edge of the table, so deep, it left marks.
"Hina..."
Her smirk deepened, dark amusement flickering in her lavender eyes, before she finally let him go, her hand slipping away—too slow, too teasing.
"Is that clear enough for you, Naruto-kun?"
A growl rumbled in his chest, deep and possessive.
Now—it was his turn.
His hand shot out, calloused fingers brushing beneath her chin, tilting her face up to his.
"Oh, baby, that was clear as clear could get..." A slow lick of his lips, a chuckle dripping with anticipation.
"Well then, it's a damn good thing I've got plenty of strength to spare." He murmured, his voice a low, rough whisper, the sound vibrating between them. His thumb brushed across her bottom lip.
"Question is, Hina..." He leaned in, his lips just a breath away from hers.
"Can you handle it?"
And that—oh, that was the breaking point.
The rest of the food, or what little was left of it—gone.
Forgotten.
Hinata moved, swift and decisive.
Her chair eased back with a soft scrape, the sound barely registering in the thick haze between them. Naruto didn't even realize she had moved—one moment she was across the table, the next, she was right there—in front of him.
Her hand curled around the back of his chair, her body leaning over him, breath warm and heavy against his ear.
Then—with a boldness that caught him off guard—
She swung a leg over him, settling herself right into his lap with a slow, seductive shimmy, those plump asscheeks of hers pressed flush against his crotch. Naruto groaned as his spine met the back of his chair, his broad shoulders giving under her weight as she straddled him, their faces mere inches apart.
"Oh, Naruto-kun..." She moaned, her fingers gliding up to trace the sharp line of his jaw, her nails dragging slightly.
"I suppose I won't know until I find out, will I?"
Her weight in his lap was a delicious, searing heat, pressing firmly against him—right over his cock.
Oh, he knew.
He knew he's done it now.
Finally cracked the carefully built wall she had kept up all this time.
And it was everything he had ever wanted.
Even better?
He didn't even have to make the first move.
Hinata all but rushed forward, her lips finding his neck, a soft, pleasured hum vibrating against his skin as her mouth latched onto his pulse point. A sharp shiver shot through him, his hands tightening on her hips, his breath catching as her tongue flicked out, teasing the spot before she sealed her lips over it completely.
Her hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, creating a sweet friction that made his breath hitch.
"Naruto-kun…" She murmured, her voice soft and breathy, the sound sliding so deliciously into his ear. Her lips trailed along his throat, a warm, wet path, her tongue flicking out, tasting the salt of his skin.
"You always taste so good," She whispered, her lips curving into a smirk against his neck.
Her hips began to roll in his lap—a slow grind.
Naruto let out a ragged groan, his breath shaky, uneven, "Fuck... you have no idea what you're doing to me, Hina." His voice wavered, damn near a whimper, the sound thick with need.
"Mmm... I think I have a pretty good idea," Hinata purred, her teeth grazing his skin, a playful bite followed by a soothing kiss. Then, her lips trailed up his jaw, her breath hot against his whiskered cheek.
Her thumbs gently brushed beneath his chin, gripping firmly as she tilted his head slightly—just enough so she could lock eyes with him for a fleeting moment.
And then, without hesitation—she claimed his lips.
Fuck.
That was hot.
Naruto's mind reeled, a surge of heat and adrenaline flooding through him.
Oh, he loved this.
Loved the way Hinata was taking the lead, how she was steering the moment, setting the pace, the rhythm, the rules.
She never did this.
Never in bed.
Never in foreplay.
Never in those breathless moments right before intimacy.
Never.
But now?
Here she was.
And he was more than willing to let her lead. More than ready to follow her every move, to see just how far she would take it. And judging by the dark glint in her eyes, the way her lips curled so wickedly against his, he had a feeling—
She was about to take him places he had never been before.
His hands rested on her hips, not to control, but to ground himself, his fingers flexing, his grip loose. Her kiss was slow, almost languid, her tongue slipping past his lips, exploring him, tasting him.
Getting bolder and bolder.
Hinata sucked on his tongue, slurping him up like he was the very meal she'd just prepared, her head tilting to deepen the kiss, to draw him further under her spell. Her nails scraped lightly against the back of his neck, a soft, sharp touch that sent more shivers racing down his spine.
Then—her hands moved lower, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
No patience. No restraint.
Her excitement was palpable, her movements hungry, eager—too overwhelmed to control herself.
One button.
Two.
Her fingers tore them open, the slow, teasing pops exposing more of his heated skin, each touch leaving a burning trail in its wake. Every inch that parted beneath her hands felt like another layer of his self-control slipping away.
He was losing it, just as she was.
Naruto's hands slipped underneath her skirt, fingers finding purchase on her soft, creamy globes, his calloused palms gripping tight, the roughness of his skin searing heat into her flesh.
He gave her ass a rough slap, the sharp sound meeting a muffled moan against his lips, her body trembling against him.
That was all the encouragement she needed.
Her fingers twisted and pulled, popping the remaining buttons apart before finally yanking his shirt wide open, exposing hardened muscle and the heat of his bare skin.
She pressed her lips harder against his, devouring him. All while, her hips grinded feverishly, stealing the literal breath from his lungs. Her palms smoothed over his now bare skin, palms rubbing over all the dips and grooves of him—
His neck.
His torso.
His sculpted pecs.
The taut cut of his washboard abs.
And then—lower.
To the deep V-line, where his slacks hung dangerously low, barely clinging to his hips, the fabric riding just beneath his ass in the chair.
"Mmm…" Hinata moaned, her voice a satisfied purr as she slowly pulled away, leaving a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips.
Naruto was left a complete mess—a breathless heap, limbs heavy and slack, his hooded eyes dazed, like she had sucked every ounce of strength from his body.
"Kami, that felt so good." Hinata whispered, her eyes dark, heavy-lidded, a naughty smile curling at her lips.
"Why haven't I done this before?"
Naruto chuckled, his fingers massaging the bare skin of her hips.
"Been tryin' to tell ya," He murmured huskily, his thumbs tracing slow, teasing circles against her creamy skin.
"Just open up—it's just me, baby."
He shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips, blonde hair falling over his eyes as he looked up at her.
"You don't gotta be shy with me."
Hinata whimpered, her body melting against his touch, pressing in closer, needier.
"I know now..." She whispered, her voice a breathy confession, "A-And I w-want to keep going...." Her lashes fluttered, a deep, needy whimper escaping her lips as she pressed against him harder.
"I'm so turned on, Naruto-kun," She pleaded, her voice desperate, "Please... I want more. I need more, please."
Naruto pouted, tilting his head with a playful sigh.
Aww, how could he possibly deny her?
Especially when she was pleading like that?
Yeah—it was time.
Time to stop all the teasing.
Time to give her exactly what she was asking for—hot and ready.
With that thought, his grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp.
"Well then, you better hold on tight, baby."
Effortlessly, Naruto lifted her up, putting that raw strength of his on full display—the same strength Hinata had just confessed she loved so much.
And because he couldn't resist showing off—he held her with just one arm, giving her a few playful jolts, each one pulling a surprised gasp from her lips.
"Eeeek, Naruto-kun!"
Hinata laughed, her arms sliding along his neck, holding on tight.
Naruto chuckled softly, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. It was brief, but both of them savored it, letting out soft moans before pulling away. He rested his forehead gently against hers, their noses brushing ever so lightly.
"You wanna keep going, huh?"
Another gentle kiss, teasing, tempting.
"You want more?"
"Hai..."
Her eyes flicked down to his, dazed, breathless, a soft blush dusting her cheeks as she gave him a shaky nod.
"I can't get enough of you… you're irresistible, Naruto-kun."
His grin widened, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes as he tightened his grip on her.
"Mmm… bedroom it is."
With a smirk, he hoisted her up, effortlessly tossing her over his shoulder, earning a delighted squeal from her lips. A sharp slap landed on her plush ass, the impact met with a giggling yelp, her legs kicking playfully.
"Knew buying that cologne was a damn good idea."
Naruto strode forward, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips, his grip firm around his precious cargo.
And all the while, Hinata's soft, melodic laughter drifted through the air, echoing gently off the walls of their home.
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The Uzumaki couple's clothes were quickly left behind, strewn across the bedroom floor in a chaotic trail, like breadcrumbs leading straight to the bed—a clear sign of just how quickly their patience had run out.
They didn't wait.
Didn't think.
Didn't care.
Not anymore.
Naruto lay flat on his back, exactly where Hinata had thrown him—his body still shaped into the imprint he'd made on the mattress upon landing. Don't even ask where the hell his wife got the strength to throw his ass like she did—because he had no clue either.
But what he did know?
He was a total wreck.
A hot, sweaty, thoroughly-used mess of a man.
His chest rose and fell in slow, heated breaths, tan skin glistening, muscles twitching beneath the aftershocks of her touch…
…her mouth.
"Fuuuck..."
That very word left his extremely chapped lips in a low, breathy hiss, his fingers raking through his messy bed hair, his gaze fixed—completely transfixed—on the cum-worthy sight before him.
Hinata.
Her plump, pearly asscheeks rocked back and forth between his spread thighs, her slender body bent far over—giving him a front-row seat to pure sin.
The view she gave him was downright filthy—so sinfully addictive it could, no doubt, keep his cock rock-hard for hours, his mouth practically watering, drooling with the kind of hunger that only she could satisfy.
Naruto could barely feel his body anymore.
He'd gone slack, boneless beneath her—but every single muscle underneath his skin still buzzed, strung tight with tension, nerves on fire by the way her wet, greedy lips dragged mercilessly along his cock…
…pulling every last thought straight out of his head.
"Mmm, you like that, Naruto-kun?"
Hinata's voice—fuck.
It poured from the darkness like melted sugar, slow and sticky, dripping with so much lust it nearly short-circuited his brain. Each word came out wrapped in heavy moans only to be swallowed up by the filthy, wet smacks and sloppy slurps of her mouth as she devoured his cock whole.
She had her fingers wrapped around his base, a delicate vise, keeping him nice and still as she dragged her lips up the length of his twitching shaft—only to sink right back down with an agonizing slowness, sucking just hard enough to make his thighs shake.
Naruto's head slammed back into the crumpled sheets, a strangled groan tearing from his throat. His body arched violently—spine bending at an impossible angle, neck straining to the point of snapping—yet still...
He couldn't feel it.
Couldn't feel anything.
Numb.
That's what he was.
Every limb.
Every muscle.
Every nerve.
All of it—heightened, overwhelmed, completely at her mercy.
And she knew that.
Hinata let out a wicked little hum around his throbbing shaft, the vibrations buzzing through him like an actual vibrator toy—not just for his cock, but for his whole damn body.
His body jolted, a sharp twitch running through his spine.
Kami, that felt too good.
Naruto looked down through hooded eyes, just in time to catch his wife pulling back slightly, a few inches of him slipping from her lips—but she didn't release him entirely.
No.
She stopped right at the tip.
And then—she surprised him.
Her tongue slid out, messy and hot, twirling slow, tight circles around the inflamed tip, following the fat mushroomed shape of his twitching meat.
Naruto watched—of course he did.
How the hell could he not?!
It was physically impossible to look away.
His hooded eyes were damn near glued to her, locked on the sinful sight before him like it might vanish if he blinked—like it was all just some wet fever dream he wasn't ready to wake up from.
He was shocked.
Stunned.
Bamboozled.
All of the above.
Because in all their years of marriage—in all their vanilla-flavored nightly romps—she had never came at him like this.
Not with this kind of ravenous hunger.
Not with that technique.
Not with that sloppy, sinful, soul-snatching enthusiasm that had him questioning reality.
It was like a secret part of herself had been unlocked—a once-in-a-lifetime transformation he hadn't known existed… and definitely wasn't ready for.
That cologne... whatever the hell was in it—
It changed his wife.
Unlocked something wild and powerful that had clearly been brewing for a long time. Turning his sweet, shy little wife into a rabid fucking animal.
Hinata was now…bolder, hungrier, fearless.
And Naruto was loving every damn second of it.
He wanted her to keep going, to keep rocking his world, to keep blowing his mind with every filthy little surprise she had up her sleeve. Because clearly, he didn't know his wife like he thought he did.
And now…
…he was dying to meet the rest of her.
Naruto's tongue darted across dry lips as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, the bed groaning beneath his shifting weight. His darkened blue eyes tracked every movement as Hinata's lips parted wider—that wicked pink tongue flattening before dragging slowly, deliberately up the weeping underside of his swollen crown. Then with a hungry little moan she plunged down, swallowing his tip whole in one slick glide, her cheeks hollowing around an obscenely wet slurp that echoed through their bedroom.
"Mmm." Naruto strained, toes curling against the sheets.
Then—pop!
Hinata let his wobbly cock slip free with a slick gasp, a shimmering strand of spit stretching from her glistening lips to his twitching tip.
"Aww… look at you, Naruto-kun," She purred, her hand rocking along his sopping wet flesh, lazily stroking him as she admired her work.
"You're shaking."
Indeed, he was.
His thighs were practically jelly, the taut muscle tense as they flapped against the bed like a fish. Each breath he sucked in came faster, sharper—just like her hand. Hinata sped up on purpose, her strokes growing ruthless, her hand a blur as she worked his shaft without mercy.
The sound of her jerking him off was filthy—a slick, wet schlop that echoed with every pump, every twist of her wrist. And every strike—every goddamn end of her stroke—her knuckles slammed into his aching balls.
Again.
And again.
Each thrust of her hand sent a shockwave so fierce, so relentless, it pushed him closer to the edge—tightening the already wound coil deep in his core, leaving behind a searing ache that burned hotter with every stroke.
Oh, hell yeah, his body was shaking—teetering on that razor-thin line between pure ecstasy and total…
…insanity.
"Oh shit, baby." Naruto gasped, his hips steady rocking about, a poor, desperate attempt to contain the pleasure tearing him apart.
Hinata giggled, her hooded lavender eyes locked onto his.
"Feels good, doesn't it, my love?" She purred, her voice dipping low—so velvety-smooth.
But to Naruto?
She sounded so far away.
It was as if she was speaking to him underwater. Her words were muffled, echoing through the thick, dizzying haze that had taken over his brain entirely. Hell, he couldn't even see her clearly—his vision was beyond shot now, blurred from the heat, from the high.
But he could feel her.
Oh, he definitely could feel her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck.." Naruto rasped, barely able to suck in a breath. His fingers dug into the sheets, gripping them like they were the only thing keeping him conscious, hell, keeping him alive.
Hinata let out a soft, satisfied hum before her tongue flicked out—a slow, sensual lap across his sensitive tip. She tilted her head and dragged her tongue in an upward motion, gathering the warm, glistening beads of precum that had already slipped free.
...trickling down his shaft like melted ice cream sliding down the side of a cone.
Like…
Naruto's dark blues squinted, his brows pinching together.
He couldn't shake it, but something about the sight in front of him looked awfully… familiar.
Too familiar.
A dazed grin tugged at his lips.
And then—it hit him.
That little stunt she pulled at dinner with the egg roll. The way the sauce dripped. The way she licked it all up.
That's why this all felt so damn familiar.
Naruto snickered under his breath.
So that's what that was.
Back then, was clearly nothing more than a preview.
Naruto knew it. Knew his wife's motives.
Hinata had merely given him a sneak peek—a filthy little teaser of what she'd do to his cock later. It was surprising to pick up such a bold message from his usually shy wife, but nevertheless, he received it loud and clear.
And now? She was keeping her word.
She was savoring him—just like she had devoured that egg roll earlier. Licking up every drop, sucking his "sauce" clean without an ounce of shame.
Every time her tongue traced his length, every time her lips closed around his tip with a greedy little slurp—
There was no mistaking it.
He was her dessert.
Hers to enjoy.
To devour.
And he was more than delighted to be on the menu.
Naruto cursed, his legs spreading wider for her on instinct.
Fuck.
It was so hot.
Too hot.
"Mmm, tell me," Hinata whispered, her breath hot, teasing.
This time, she decided to play the long game—the slow, torturous kind.
Her lips hovered just above him, close enough to feel the waves of molten heat radiating off his shaft, but never quite touching. Just the ghost of her breath alone had him twitching with need, his whole body strung tight as her sweet presence lingered maddeningly close, yet just out of reach.
"Do you like me this way, Naruto-kun?"
"Fucking love it, baby." He groaned out without any hesitation whatsoever, his body aching for more.
Hinata smirked, satisfied.
And as a reward—she gave him what he wanted.
She took him back in.
Slow.
Deep.
Too deep.
"Fuck yeah, baby." Naruto gasped, his head lolling back, his abs clenching as the tight heat of her mouth swallowed him inch by excruciating inch.
A ragged curse tore from his lips as he collapsed flat against the bed, the last of his strength giving out, his noodle arms falling useless from where they'd tried to prop him up. His hands twitched at his sides, fingers flexing, restless, aching to grab hold of his wife—to bury themselves in her messy locks, to thrust up and give in to the madness she was dragging him into.
But before he could—she picked up speed.
Each descent became more daring, more overwhelming.
Hinata took him deeper and deeper, her lips stretching wider, her throat clamping around him with an almost punishing grip—fluttering, clenching and squeezing him with a pressure so fucking intense.
He felt it—every desperate effort, the way she pushed herself, going far past reason or restraint.
The deeper she went, the more it felt like her throat was on the verge of tearing itself just to take all of him in.
But she didn't stop, flinch, or falter.
She just kept going.
Strings of messy saliva spilled down his cock, slicking his base and drenching his aching balls in a sloppy, slippery sheen.
But what made it worse—so much worse…
Hinata tilted her head up just enough to stare straight into his eyes, as she gulped him down, down, down.
"Shiiit." Naruto swore loudly, his jaw clenching, his body locked in place as he watched her.
More strands of hair slipped from her loose bun, but she didn't stop, didn't care. She put her all into her task, focused on pleasuring him and nothing more.
Her lips stretched wider around his girth, as she worked her way past the tip, the shaft, the thick veins pulsing along his length…
…until she reached the very base.
She took him all the way down with a sultry head shimmy, before gagging her way back up.
His hips bucked, a choked groan ripping from his throat as her own clenched around his erection, the sensation too good, too perfect.
Fuck.
It felt so good.
So fucking good.
He felt like he was losing his damn mind.
"Holy fuck, Hina—" He groaned, his hips spasming beneath her. He swallowed hard, voice gravelly, needy, barely holding on.
"You're gonna kill me, baby…"
Hinata gasped, her lips slipping off of him, leaving behind a trail of heat from where her mouth had been.
She lowered her head, her soft cheek nuzzling along the length of his shaft—slow, almost affectionate. The sight of her, nestled between his legs like that, was enough to make him nearly paint her face white on the spot.
Oh, that…
That was his lewdest dream—made real.
And yet somehow…it was even filthier than he ever could've imagined.
"Kill you?" Hinata murmured, her tone mockingly sweet. She pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss against his bulbous tip.
"No, no, no… I don't want to do that, my love." She whispered, thick with mock innocence.
"I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I did."
But her actions betrayed her words.
Her tongue darted out again—slow, teasing—licking a hot stripe up his length that sent his hips jerking off the bed. And all the while, her delicate hands worked at him again, stroking his cock like nobody's buisness, each twist of her wrist dragging him closer to his release.
But just as she built him up, just as she had him moaning and groaning louder than before, she gave him a mischievous smirk.
"Maybe I should stop, then."
Naruto's eyes snapped open, panic spiking through him at just the thought of her stopping.
"No!"
The word tore from his throat, raw and borderline desperate, his voice ripping through the air like a crack of thunder. His hand shot forward, grabbing a fistful of her messy, silk-tangled hair—not to pull her away…
…but to keep her there.
He shook his head so fast it left him lightheaded, "Baby, no."
A wicked little giggle spilled from Hinata's lips, and just to tease him further, she gave her ass a slow, sultry rock, rolling her hips in a way that had him cursing under his breath.
"No, what?" She mused, feigning innocence.
Naruto's jaw clenched, his breath ragged, mind reeling in utter disbelief.
Hinata knew.
Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing.
Knew exactly how far she had him gone, how completely wrapped around her finger he was.
But, even with knowing that, he still didn't want her to stop.
Not now. Not ever.
Naruto's eyes blazed, his fingers fisting tighter in her messy bun.
"Don't fucking play with me, Hina." His voice was low, threatening, a growl that vibrated through the room. But the way she was smirking up at him, licking those glossy, irresistible lips of hers?
Yeah… she didn't look the least bit fazed by his little threat.
Not even close.
If anything— she looked like she was just getting started.
"Oh, Naruto-kun…" She giggled, before gracefully lifting herself to her knees, purposely causing his limp hand to slip from her head. Naruto barely had time to catch his breath, before his eyes locked onto her hands trailing up her naked body, gliding over the curves of her waist, her breasts, before finally reaching her hair.
She took hold of the tie holding her messy bun together and with a slow pull, she slipped it off, letting her dark midnight strands spill loose around her shoulders.
Naruto watched, mesmerized, his breath shallow, unsteady.
Shit.
She gave her hair a wild shake, sending soft strands flying in every direction before they settled around her face—perfectly framing her smirk as she casually looped the hair tie around her wrist.
Naruto swallowed hard.
Her hooded lavender eyes flicked down to meet his again.
"I never knew how much fun it was teasing you," She purred, a sultry lilt in her tone.
Naruto's jaw clenched once again, his fingers digging into the sheets, as she leaned down. Her lips parted slightly, just before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his inner left thigh.
His abdominal muscles tightened instantly, a sharp breath hitching in his throat.
But she didn't stop there.
No.
She went further—and she took her sweet time doing it.
Another kiss.
This time, to his inner right thigh.
"Never knew how much your legs shake when you're holding back…" She whispered.
Then—lower.
A kiss to the edge of his balls.
"Never knew how sensitive you were here…" She purred, lavender eyes flicking up to catch the tremble that rippled through him.
And then—she rose.
Right at the tip of his cock.
A soft press of her lips. A teasing flick of her tongue.
Just enough to send a sharp shudder racing down his spine.
But just as he braced for her to take him back in—she didn't.
She slipped past him.
Leaving him aching, panting, and desperate for more.
"Hina..." Naruto rasped, but she only grinned.
"Never knew… how much I loved watching you fall apart for me."
She pressed another kiss but to his abs, plump lips dragging slowly over each defined muscle, one by one, worshiping him, savoring him. Her nails glided up his sides as well, tracing the path her lips had claimed—light, teasing drags over every hard, trembling plane of muscle beneath her touch.
Naruto gritted his teeth, his control slipping fast.
"F-Fuck..." He hissed, voice raw, strained—but the only answer he got? Was her lips pressing soft and slow, right above his navel.
A kiss.
A final, wicked kiss.
"Never knew how much I'd love ruining you." She whispered, hot and devstating against his skin.
Naruto let out a shaky groan, his head tipping back.
"Mmm, me and you both, baby…" He breathed out, "We're both confused as hell."
Hinata chuckled.
Slowly, she lifted her head, her lips kiss-swollen, her eyes gleaming as she licked them.
"Mmm," She purred, tilting her head as if considering something. Then, she let her hands trail down his stomach again, fingertips ghosting over every ridge, down to the deep cut of his V-line.
"You know… I have an idea."
Naruto's eyes snapped open, lazily, hazy, but still burning with curiosity.
"Yeah?" He muttered, breathless.
Hinata nodded slowly, biting her lip, "Mmm… I've got an even better idea," She batted her eyelashes, "to ruin you completely."
She lifted herself onto her knees again, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. Then, with a wicked smirk, she gave them a deliberate shake, her hands brushing over the soft curves.
She watched as his eyes snapped straight to them.
"Wanna hear it?"
Naruto let out a ragged breath, his gaze locked on the mesmerizing way those big, round watermelons jiggled right in front of his face.
Holy fuck.
How could this possibly get any better?
"Baby…" He groaned, shaking his head as if in defeat, "At this point, I don't even care. Just—fuckin' do it."
Hinata let out a satisfied giggle, her shoulders lifting in a playful shrug.
"Okay then!"
And just like that—without another word, without even a sliver of hesitation—Hinata tightened her grip on her own breasts, pressing them together firmly as she leaned down—
…and slid his cock right between them.
Instantly…
…Naruto lost it.
His head slammed back against the sheets, his breath ripping from his chest in a deep, broken groan.
"Oh, fuck yeah, baby."
His hips jerked involuntarily, the slick warmth of her perfect tits swallowing him up, wrapping around his cock like pure, suffocating ecstasy.
A titfuck?
That was Hinata's idea?
Oh now, he knew he was dreaming.
There was no way in hell this was real.
No way his sweet, soft-spoken wife—the same woman who used to blush just from holding his hand—had actually come up with the idea to fuck him with her tits.
No.
He wasn't believing it.
Not for a second.
And yet…here she was.
Hinata giggled—a sound both playful and devilishly sinful—just before she gave his cock a slow, experimental glide between the soft swell of her breasts.
She let out another breathy laugh as his thick shaft twitched against her poreclean skin, the head poking through the top, the shaft snug between her pilllowy mounds like a pig in a blanket.
"Mmm, that feels so good, Hina…" Naruto let out a deep, aching groan, his body twitching beneath her as one hand tangled in his tousled blonde hair, desperate to ground himself against the overwhelming pleasure surging through him from the tight embrace of her breasts.
"You like my idea, Naruto-kun?" Hinata purred sweetly, mischief dancing in her eyes.
"Yes, baby…" He gasped, voice ragged, "so damn much."
Hinata smirked in glee before pressing her plush, warm breasts tighter around him and she began to rock them up and down along his length.
A slow, rhythmic pulse—soft and smooth. Absolutely devastating.
She watched him, her lavender eyes heavy-lidded, soaking in every twitch, every shudder, every labored breath that left his lips.
"How about this?" She purred, her voice a sensual hum as she rolled her shoulders, dragging her soft mounds along every inch of his cock, "You were looking at my tits earlier, so I thought—"
"You meant you were showing me your tits ealier." Naruto corrected, somehow able to grit out a response.
Hinata batted her lashes, her lips curling at the edges, "Maybe."
Naruto's eyes narrowed, "Naughty. Fucking. Girl."
"Mmm, and this naughty girl…" She whispered, her lips ghosting over his tip as she gave an extra-tight breast squeeze.
"…is going to make you cum."
She picked up her pace, the slick warmth of her skin dragging along his cock in smooth, sinful strokes.
"So, cum."
Naruto's toes curled, his thighs trembled, every nerve in his body firing at once as Hinata began to bounce her breasts up and down, smothering him in silken, scorching heat.
And fuck—the impact.
Every time her soft mounds crashed down, they slapped against his balls, sending shockwaves of pleasure exploding through his core, shooting straight to his gut, his spine, his goddamn soul.
It was blinding—overwhelming—the kind of pleasure that left him torn between resisting and surrendering, trapped in a haze of bliss, writhing like a damn pig in the mud.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck."
His voice was beyond hoarse now, words tumbling from his lips mindlessly, like he had lost all sense of himself. His hands shot up, gripping his forehead first, as if that could somehow ground him.
But it wasn't enough.
So, they slipped back into his hair, clutching, gripping at his scalp, his body rocking into the warmth of her breasts, completely losing himself in the sensation.
"Yes, Hina—fuck me, baby."
His hips jerked, moving with her, chasing the pleasure, his breath coming short, uneven, desperate.
And fuck—he could feel it.
That familiar tightness, that unbearable coiling heat, gathering low in his gut, radiating through his chest, his spine, his legs. Even his damn toes were curled tight, his entire body locking up, straining, every muscle screaming for release.
Hinata noticed.
Of course, she did.
And that's when she finished him.
Without missing a beat, she let her tongue slip out, catching his tip each time she bounced her breasts down, her hot, wet tongue flicking him, nibbling him, teasing him—
Naruto snapped.
"Holy fuck, Hina—!"
His body jerked hard, his abs clenching unbearably. The fire in his gut exploded into a white-hot wave of pleasure, spreading through him like a damn supernova.
His hands reached out and fisted in her hair, his entire body shaking apart beneath her.
"Baby, baby—shit, I'm gonna—!"
But he couldn't even finish the sentence.
Because the moment she squeezed her breasts tighter, the moment she sucked him down just a little deeper—
Naruto came. Hard.
His cock jolted violently, his entire body seizing, and the next thing he knew—
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot from him like a damn hose, splattering all over his sweet wifey.
Her hair.
Her beautiful face.
Her eyes, nose, mouth.
Her creamy, heaving breasts.
Everywhere.
Hinata let out a breathy giggle, squeezing her eyes shut just in time, shielding them from the sheer mess he'd made.
Laughing as she huddled beneath the literal rain of his seed.
"Oh my Kami! So much!" She gasped, letting out breathy, amused laughs.
But, Naruto barely heard her.
"Fuuuck!"
The curse ripped wide open from his chest, his back arching, his muscles clenching, his body shaking hysterically with the aftershocks of his climax.
And when it was all over, after he had just unleashed the thickest load of his life, Naruto could do nothing but lay there—eyes fixed on the ceiling, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
For a moment—everything was white noise.
His ears rang.
His vision blacked out.
His body stiff, refusing to move.
His mind? Blank.
What the hell just happened?
No, seriously—what just happened?
Did he…
Did Hina really just…?
He couldn't think—hell, why even try?
Not after that. Fuck, especially not after that.
And then—as the world slowly righted itself, as the blur began to fade and his breathing started to even out—
He saw her.
Hinata.
Sitting there.
Absolutely covered in his cum.
And—licking it off.
His eyes widened, his stomach clenched.
All he could do was watch, flabbergasted, as she dragged a delicate finger through the mess splattered along her breasts. She trailed it slowly, gathering a thick glob of white.
Then, she lifted it.
Brought it to her lips.
And slipped it deep inside her mouth.
Naruto swallowed hard, watching as her tongue swirled, as she sucked her finger clean.
And when she pulled it back out—
A soft, wet 'plop.'
"Mmm..." She sighed, licking the corner of her mouth, savoring the taste of him.
"So warm… so thick… so good, Naruto-kun."
Naruto just stared.
His brain? Fried.
His soul? Gone. Fucking left his body.
This was too much. Too fucking much.
His mind reeled, struggling to process what his eyes refused to believe.
But there was one thing he did see.
Even through his haze, his shock, his complete and utter bewilderment—he saw the lust still burning in her eyes.
But not just lust.
Literal. Fucking. Heart eyes.
Naruto swallowed thickly, his exhausted body twitching, and before he could even think of responding—
Hinata tilted her head, that sweet, innocent smile gracing her lips.
A smile that was anything but.
She hummed sensually, those heart eyes of her glowing bright.
"More, Naruto-kun."
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Naruto had no idea what time it was when Hinata was finally done with him.
When the cologne's effect finally wore off.
They were both left drenched in sweat by the time everything was over, their limbs tangled, bundled beneath the messy, heat-soaked covers. His chest rose and fell, slow and steady, and with each breath, the weight of his wife rose with him—snuggled against his heart, breath soft, eyes closed.
Out cold.
Naruto stared down at her, his fingers petting absently along her messy hair. His eyes were half-lidded, heavy, exhaustion just seconds away from pulling him under too.
But not yet.
Not now.
His loud thoughts wouldn't let him close his eyes just yet. His mind was still buzzing, dazed, trying to process everything that had just happened.
Because—what the fuck even happened tonight?
All he could think about was that cologne.
Imperium Noir.
And how it actually worked.
Like—worked worked.
They had went at it for hours.
Hinata had taken the lead most of the way, riding him like she had something to prove, her body rolling, grinding, pushing him to limits he didn't even know existed.
Until, of course—he flipped her over.
Handled her the way she wanted to be handled.
Fucked her senseless, all over their bed, over and over—
Until her body finally gave out, unable to withstand the intensity of him. Her tiny gasps melted into exhausted, blissful whimpers before she had slumped against his chest and passed out completely.
She had asked for it.
Begged for it.
And he had given it to her.
Now, she was completely knocked out, her body limp, utterly spent from taking on far more than she could handle. Naruto chuckled lazily, marveling at how peaceful she looked asleep—and at the sheer absurdity of everything that had just happened.
Scented Dreams.
That damn store.
He thought back to all the salespeople, their friendly smiles, their casual greetings, their knowing looks. Even Hiroshi, as he guided him straight to Imperium Noir.
And the whole time—they knew.
They knew exactly what they were selling.
Knew exactly that they were holding the key to everything.
The key to restoring marriages.
To getting the girl.
To bringing lewd, sinful dreams to life.
Naruto chuckled softly, shaking his head, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips as he twirled a strand of Hinata's hair between his fingers.
And then he thought about Shikamaru.
Naruto couldn't help but smirk.
He'd have to thank that lazy asshat eventually, even though it would be a pain to admit he was right. Just the thought of seeing that smug face of his and hearing his dull, stupid voice rub it in made him cringe.
But, Naruto had to admit—pride aside, he couldn't deny it. He loved the recommendation more than anything. He loved Imperium Noir, and everything it had done for his marriage, for Hinata. He wouldn't have had the amazing night he just had without Shikamaru opening his big fat mouth about the damn cologne.
So…
He had to give credit where credit was due.
And…he had to admit another thing.
He was absolutely using Imperium Noir from now on.
But…
Maybe just a little sparingly.
Naruto snorted softly, leaning down to plant a kiss on his wife's damp forehead, his lips lingering on her warm, dewy skin.
Yeah.
Sparingly.
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Notes:
A.N.
Pretty lengthy, but I hoped you enjoyed nonetheless! There are plenty more where that came from, hehe.
-Powerful_Niya
Chapter 44: ❦For His Eyes Only❦
Summary:
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After a full day of shopping together, Naruto and Hinata return home with arms full of bags. With every outfit handpicked and bought just for her, Hinata is more than ready to give her boyfriend a private fashion show he won't forget.The catch?
He could look all he wanted—but touching was strictly off-limits.
And for a man like Naruto, that's the sweetest, most unbearable temptation of all.
●・○・●・○・●#From a tumblr post I saw. (shout out nagisagi)
((https://www. /nagisagi/781729320755396608/coming-home-after-a-little-shopping-spree-and?source=share))
Notes:
Hey hey, lovely readers! Just wanted to pop in and let you know I've posted a new announcement on Wattpad and Tumblr, and I highly recommend giving it a read. I won't keep you here too long since I pretty much poured my heart out over there.😅 So go check it out, then circle back—we've got some exciting stuff ahead!
Fair warning, this one-shot's on the longer side—but hey, that's nothing new, right? 😌
What is new, though, is that I'm diving into another slow burn—just like the last one-shot I posted. I couldn't resist trying it again... hehe.(Don't be too mad at me, lol.)
Also, I've really been wanting to strengthen my writing when it comes to describing clothing and fashion—it's one of the areas I find more challenging to write. With that in mind, I pushed myself to craft a one-shot that fully leans into that theme—something that directly connects to the summary.
I wanted this story to be a creative deep-dive into experimenting with different styles and looks through description. And, because I was having way too much fun with it... I went the extra mile and created moodboards for each outfit, sprinkled into the story as little visual treats.
You'll definitely see them pop up as you read, lol!
Once you've seen them all, I'd love to know: which outfit was your favorite? One more thing: don't forget to vote and leave your thoughts in the comments!
Appreciate y'all, as always. 💜🧡
Enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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For His Eyes Only
By the time they reached the door to their apartment, Naruto was damn near feral.
The elevator ride up had been its own personal hell.
Hinata was nestled close at his side, her fingers gently looped around the crook of his arm. Her soft laughter ghosted across his shoulder every time he leaned down to whisper some wild, half-joking fantasy about the private fashion show she'd promised to give him.
Sure, he played it off like he was joking...
But deep down?
Naruto meant every damn word.
He was practically starving to see every sinful little outfit they'd picked out today. Craving the way those delicate fabrics would cling to her soft, devastating curves—the same ones that had been haunting his mind ever since they left the mall.
He was literally counting every second, desperate for the moment fantasy gave way to reality—when he could finally see it, not just imagine it.
...how each piece would skim and kiss her skin in all the right places...
...how her petite body would peek at him through sheer lace and tight straps.
...how every new outfit would ruin him just a little more than the last.
Naruto bit his lip.
Fuck, he could hardly wait.
Between the two of them, they were buried in bags.
Hinata had two glossy ones looped around her delicate wrists, while Naruto—ever the gentleman—took it upon himself to carry the rest, arms overflowing with a mountain of satin, lace, and temptation.
And he didn't mind it. Not one bit.
After all, he was the reason for the massive haul to begin with. What could he say? He just couldn't help himself. Hell, how could he? Every time his girlfriend's cheeks flushed that soft, telltale pink over something she liked—he didn't even need to ask.
It was an automatic yes.
It didn't matter if she was holding up a lacy bralette, a silk camisole, or a dangerously short mini-dress—if it made her blush, he was already reaching for his wallet. One shy glance at anything sheer, see-through, or cut scandalously low, and he was flipping through the rack, hunting for her size before she could even whisper a protest.
It was instinct—a raw, unshakable compulsion he had no interest in fighting.
Every body-hugging slip that left nothing to the imagination? Snatched.
Every short little skirt that barely passed modest? Bagged.
Every delicate piece of lingerie that made Hinata stammer, her fingers tugging nervously at the tag like she wasn't sure if she should even touch it?
Cha-fuckin'-ching.
Naruto bought it all. Every last one.
He didn't care about the price.
Didn't care how many bags they dragged from one store to the next.
Because nothing—and he meant nothing—was more addictive than watching his Hina squirm under his gaze, flustered and wide-eyed, holding up something that had no business looking that sexy in her hands. And if it meant seeing that same look later—this time in their bedroom, with her wearing it just for his eyes only?
Then hell yeah—he'd clear out the entire damn mall without a second thought.
A slow smirk tugged at Naruto's lips, his tongue dragging across them like he could still taste the sweet memory of her shy glances and flushed cheeks from earlier. He leaned back against the cool metal wall of the elevator, exhaling softly as the quiet hum of the lift carried them higher through the danchi.
His eyes drifted up to the glowing floor display overhead.
The elevator glided past the 5th floor with a quiet chime.
The 15th floor was theirs.
They still had a bit further to go.
"I had so much fun today, Naruto-kun..." Hinata murmured suddenly, her voice soft and sweet by his ear. Her breath brushed warm against his skin, her cheek pressing lightly against his shoulder, glowing pink beneath the elevator's dim light.
She looked up at him through a curtain of thick, fluttering lashes—and oh, that look. It was that look there that made his pulse trip every single damn time.
"I still can't believe you bought me so much." She whispered in disbelief, lavender eyes trailing over every single bag he held.
"You really spoiled me, my love."
Her lips curled into a teasing little pout as she gave the smallest, most innocent wiggle of her hips—just enough to brush against his thigh.
It was subtle. Barely a touch.
But to Naruto, it felt like a hit straight to the gut. Hell, she may as well have punched him—and honestly, he preferred that.
At least a punch wouldn't have made him this hard.
Naruto let out a low chuckle, subtly shifting his stance to make room for the persistent bulge in his pants, then slowly turned his head to look down at her—his blue eyes dark with something that wasn't exactly innocent.
"Ain't spoilin' if you deserve it, hime." He drawled low, his shoulders shrugging.
Hinata bit her lip, quickly averting her gaze, clearly flustered—but not budging an inch from where she was pressed against his side.
The elevator hummed past the 8th floor.
Then the 9th.
Getting closer.
"Still... you didn't have to buy me everything I looked at," She murmured, elbowing his side gently, the movement making a few of the bags rustle softly between them. But the warmth in her tone gave her away. It was tender, a little breathless, quietly brimming with delight.
Like she loved every bit of it.
And he knew she did.
He saw it in the way her eyes melted, heard it in the lilt of her voice, and felt it in the subtle way she leaned in just a little closer.
Hinata adored being spoiled—and he adored spoiling her.
Naruto gave a casual shrug, a slow grin curling across his lips as he glanced down at the mountain of bags hanging from his wrists.
"Maybe. But you were way too damn cute tryin' to pretend like you didn't want 'em." He leaned in close, his breath warm against her pinkish skin, lips just barely grazing the shell of her ear.
"Especially that lavender set, ya know, the one with the little bows right over the nipples." He whispered huskily, "You glanced at it for, what—half a second? And I already had it draped over my arm, standin' in line to check out."
Hinata quickly covered her face with one hand, a high-pitched squeal muffled against her palm, "Naruto-kun!" She gasped, trying to scold him—but her voice came out more breathless than stern.
Naruto chuckled and gave her a playful nudge right back.
"Mmhmm," He hummed, flashing a grin, "So you already know exactly which outfit I'm dying to see on you first."
Hinata peeked up at him again, "You're really looking forward to this, aren't you?"
"Oh, I'm fuckin' ecstatic, hime." Naruto lifted his arms slightly, the shopping bags swaying a bit as he showed himself off.
"Look at me—already bricked the fuck up—and we haven't even made it to the apartment yet."
Hinata's lavender eyes dropped instinctively at the not-so-subtle invitation, only to land squarely on the very obvious bulge straining against the front of her boyfriend's slacks.
Her mouth dropped.
Naruto simply smirked—that same crooked twist of the lips.
"This is your fault, by the way."
Hinata let out a gasp, her entire face going up in flames.
"Oh my—Naruto-kun!" She squeaked out again, swatting his arm with a flustered glare.
Naruto flinched back with a shameless chuckle, clearly not sorry.
"You can be such a pervert." She scolded, giving him a pointed look, "You said you'd behave, remember?"
Naruto just shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin, "Yeah, I said it..." He tossed back, "doesn't mean I meant it."
Hinata lifted her hand again, fully prepared to swat him a second time and wipe that pervy grin clean off his face. But he backed away before she could, even ducking low with a mock wince.
"Alright, alright! I'll behave!"
"Good," She hummed, lowering her hand with a satisfied smile.
Naruto shot her a playful glare as he straightened back to his full height, that devilish grin never leaving his face.
"Sheesh." He huffed, "Just so you know, hime—if you take too long changing, I'm comin' in there to help."
"Oh, I will," Hinata hummed playfully, a flicker of boldness sparking in her tone, "Might even take my sweet time... just to make you wait."
She bit down gently on her bottom lip, her lavender eyes flicking down—right back to the obscene tent his member made beneath the zipper of his slacks, a clear outline of just how hard he was for her.
The sight alone sent a delicious jolt through her.
Kami, that beast...
It was doing all kinds of things to her—dark, wickedly delicious things that, to her dismay, stirred up thoughts she had no business entertaining. At least, not right now. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake them—couldn't silence them.
And deep down, she knew exactly who to blame.
This was all his fault.
Hinata hummed softly, lips curving into a sly smirk, "Yep... I think making you wait sounds way more fun." Her lashes fluttered as she peered up at him, "Well, fun for me, anyway."
Naruto narrowed his eyes at her, that grin of his twitching wider.
"Oooh, okay." He nodded slowly, voice thick with mock seriousness, "So that's how you wanna play it, huh, Hina?"
"Uh-huh." She said, not backing down.
"Well, let me tell you somethin." His voice dropped, dead serious now, "If I catch even a glimpse of you in any of those outfits and lose my shit..."
His gaze darkened.
"I'm fucking you."
Hinata let out a soft, startled sound—somewhere between a gasp and a breathless laugh, though she couldn't tell what exactly escaped her lips. It was instinct—pure reaction. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth again, her face burning hot.
She definitely hadn't expected that to come out of his mouth.
"K-Kami, so much for subtlety, Naruto-kun!" She squeaked, her earlier boldness slipping just for a second.
But even then—she didn't push back, didn't argue.
She wanted it.
And she wasn't about to pretend otherwise.
Naruto let out a low, dark chuckle, his eyes dragging over her without a shred of shame, devouring every inch. She wore a floral pink sundress today—sweet, soft, perfect for the summer heat—but on her?
There wasn't a damn thing innocent about it.
That traitorous little thing clung to her in all the right places, hugging every curve with a grip Naruto swore could rival his own. It dipped low across her chest, offering him a tempting little peek of cleavage. Then, the dress slipped further down, cinched perfectly at her waist, and that hem—that damn hem—fluttered high enough to tease a mouthful of thigh, making his pulse throb...
...and his mind go straight to hell.
Then, just to torture himself a little more, Naruto leaned back to take in the view from behind. The sundress slipped low along the curve of her spine, dipping into that soft arch before sweeping right over the full, perfect swell of her sculpted ass.
Fuck, he wanted a handful of that.
Hell, two.
But unfortunately, his hands were very much full.
His tongue dragged slowly across his bottom lip before he bit down, trying to choke back the groan clawing up his throat.
"Yeah, and if you so much as peek out wearin' anything sheer, lacy, or fuckin' tight on that sexy ass—"
"That's literally everything you bought, Naruto-kun." Hinata whined.
"Then I'm picking you up," He said, steamrolling right over her words, "and planting you right on this dick."
Hinata's knees nearly buckled.
"Just giving ya fair warning right now."
The midnight blue-haired woman's thighs pressed together instinctively, a rush of heat flooding straight between them.
But all she could manage was a soft, trembling whimper, "Y-You're too much..."
Naruto's grin deepened, "And you wouldn't want me any other way, would you?"
Hinata exhaled sharply, trying to gather herself, forcing composure back into her limbs just as the elevator chimed one final time.
15th floor.
The doors slid open with a smooth hiss—but before Naruto could take a single step forward, Hinata beat him to it. She slid in front of him like a breeze, light on her feet. One hand rose, and with the barest touch, she silenced him with a finger to his lips.
"Yeah, no. That's definitely not happening."
Naruto blinked, one brow arching, "Hime, wha—"
"If we're really doing this," She murmured, her finger still pressed gently to his lips, "and I'm giving you the full show—every single outfit, just for you—then we're doing it my way." She tilted her head slightly, her long midnight-blue hair falling over her shoulder in a gentle sweep.
"Which means... rules."
She trailed her finger from his lips down to his chest.
"There will be..." She trailed off, tapping him with a playful but pointed jab that made the bags still dangling from her wrists rustle.
"No touching."
Another jab, slower this time.
"No rushing."
Another.
"And no interrupting."
Then she leaned in just a little closer, her lavender eyes narrowing mischievously.
"You are just gonna sit back... and watch."
Naruto stood there... frozen.
His blue eyes were shot wide, locked on the petite woman in front of him, clearly stunned by how fast his sweet and timid girlfriend just turned the tables on him.
"Got it?" She asked for confirmation.
"Uhh..." Naruto stammered, caught completely off guard.
"Cool!" Hinata chirped, instantly taking his hesitation as agreement.
Before he could react, she gave him a sudden push. It was light and playful, yet just strong enough to send him stumbling back a step into the elevator. The mountain of bags in his arms jostled wildly, handles sliding down his wrists like they were seconds away from hitting the floor.
"I'm holding you to it!" She called over her shoulder, tossing him a playful wink—and just like that, she was gone.
Strutting down the hallway.
Her hips swaying with every step she took.
Naruto stood there, momentarily frozen, eyes locked on the hypnotic sway of her ass as the elevator doors slowly began to close—
"Shit!" He lunged forward, shouldering through the narrowing gap just in time. The bags on his arms smacked hard against the elevator walls as he stumbled out.
Hinata's soft giggle echoed from halfway down the hallway.
And somehow—some-fucking-how—it made him even harder. Painfully hard. Like his cock was literally seconds away from ripping straight through his pants.
He didn't think.
He just moved.
Like a rabid animal, muscles tense, body hot, every nerve inside him screaming to chase, grab, and devour.
He stalked after her, shopping bags smacking against his legs, but his focus never wavered—not for a second. His eyes were locked on the sway of his girlfriend's hips, the bounce in her step, and the smug little tilt of her shoulders as she walked on ahead like she wasn't leaving destruction in her wake.
And her voice... it still lingered in his head.
That laugh.
That look.
That unmistakable challenge in her eyes.
If he was being honest with himself, he had no fucking clue how he was supposed to stick to her little "rules."
Not when she was walking ahead of him like that.
Not when she teased him like that.
Not when he could already picture every outfit he bought for her hugging her body—and then lying in a pile on the floor.
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Inside The Apartment
Hinata let out a delighted squeal as the apartment door swung open, practically running inside. She darted straight toward their bedroom, the two bags on her arms bouncing to and fro, her laughter echoing behind her like wind chimes in spring.
"C'mon, slowpoke!" She called out over her shoulder, her voice giddy and bright.
Naruto stumbled into the apartment just moments after her, letting out a low groan as he kicked off his shoes at the door.
"Oi, wait up!" He called out, arms still overflowing with bags from the rest of their haul. His steps were a little heavier now—partly from exhaustion, partly from the aching pressure still throbbing between his legs.
He nudged the door shut with his hip, the weight of the bags swinging against his thighs as he twisted awkwardly to lock it.
First, the bolt.
With a grunt, he leaned down, clamped his teeth around it, and gave it a firm twist, locking it tight. Then came the chain—drawn across between his parted lips with a sharp clink, sealing them in for the night.
He let out a deep breath.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
But the door was locked, and that's all that mattered.
By the time he stepped into their bedroom, Hinata had already set her bags onto the dresser—right beneath the wide, black-lacquered mirror. The glass reflected just enough of her, capturing the soft curve of her figure as she steadily moved with that little bounce in her step that never failed to make his heart stutter.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Naruto followed her lead.
He dropped his own armful of bags beside hers with a relieved sigh. Since his load took up most of the dresser space, he took a moment to line the rest up along the wall—semi-neatly, at least.
But just as he straightened, ready to finally relax, Hinata whipped around and suddenly grabbed a fistful of his shirt. And before he could even blink, she shoved him.
Not hard.
But firm enough to send him stumbling back a step, his body jolting with surprise. He landed on the edge of their bed with a soft grunt, his sore wrists brushing against the comforter in an attempt to catch himself.
"Sit," She commanded with a grin.
"Whoa, now—damn." Naruto muttered, blinking up at her with raised brows and an amused grin, clearly caught off guard.
"Gettin' feisty' on me, eh?"
It wasn't hard to see.
From the spark in her lavender eyes, the bounce in her step, and the way Hinata suddenly switched up on him, it was obvious—she was just as excited for the little fashion show as he was.
Maybe even more.
He squinted at her with a teasing smile, a few messy blonde strands falling across his whiskered face.
Naughty girl.
Hinata's smile curved into something mischievous as she sauntered herself back over to the dresser, her fingers already reaching for a few of the bags they'd set down moments before.
"Me, feisty? Oh no, my love..." She rocked a finger back and forth, "Just here to remind you of what you promised." She purred, her voice all honey and sugar—sweet on the surface.
But Naruto wasn't fooled. Not for a second.
That wasn't sweetness.
That was just another one of her challenges.
"Hai, hai. I'll behave," Naruto huffed, flopping back onto the bed with an exaggerated sigh.
His arms stretched behind him into the plush comforter, muscles relaxing—but his legs? He spread those wide, and for very obvious reasons. He needed the room. Needed the space. And besides, it made the wait for Hinata's little fashion show a hell of a lot more...tolerable.
"Alright then," Hinata chirped, playfully rocking the bags by her legs, "You just stay right there. I'm starting with the first outfit, okay?"
"Finally," Naruto groaned dramatically, throwing his head back, "I was starting to think you were just gonna tease me all night."
She let out a light laugh, "Have patience, my love."
Naruto grumbled under his breath.
With a coy glance tossed over at him, Hinata pivoted on her heel and started toward the bathroom just a few steps away, connected rather conveniently to their bedroom.
But halfway there, she paused.
"Oh," She glanced back at him over her shoulder, a few strands of her long midnight-blue hair kissing her cheeks as she hit him with that look.
"Be sure to keep that seat warm for me, alright?"
Naruto caught the message loud and clear. It was Hinata's subtle little way of throwing his own words back at him, reminding him of his threat to help if she took too long changing.
Translation: Stay put.
He blew out a sharp breath through his nose, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, "No promises, hime."
Hinata shot him a playful little glare—one that only made his grin stretch wider—before she finally slipped into the bathroom.
And just like that—he was alone.
Left to do the one thing he hated most...
Wait.
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A Few Minutes Later — First Outfit
Minutes dragged by in silence.
Naruto remained exactly where he had been—still perched at the edge of the bed, stiff as stone, body wound so tight it barely remembered how to breathe. He was holding on, trying—really trying—to stay still.
But he was losing.
His cock throbbed like hell, mocking every shred of patience he still clung to. Every second he sat there without Hinata's tight pussy wrapped around him was pure torture.
He could feel that shit—growing harder, thicker, meaner—like it had a mind of its own, like it was growing sick of being ignored. It pressed hard against the waistband of his slacks, straining for any kind of relief, like it already knew what was coming... and was pissed it had to wait for it.
But even still, he stayed put, just like Hinata told him to.
Instead, he tried to distract himself—tuning in to the soft sounds drifting through the silence. The bedroom was super quiet, so it was rather easy to catch the little things.
The gentle rustle of fabric.
The faint crinkle of a shopping bag shifting behind the bathroom door.
Small noises.
But every one of them drove him a little closer to the edge, like they were taunting him almost. Every rustle, every shift, strung him along, feeding the maddening hope that any second now that door would finally creak open....
...only for it to never come.
His anticipation was so intense that his eyes never left that glowing strip of light beneath the door.
Not even once.
Because the moment that light dimmed, the second that door shifted—hell, if the handle even so much as twitched—he'd be ready.
So fucking ready.
Naruto wasn't sure how long it had been—five minutes? Ten? Fifteen? Maybe more.
It felt like hours.
Like Hinata was secretly taking her sweet, precious time in there just to mess with him.
"Tch, dammit." Naruto scoffed.
He let out a low, frustrated growl, his legs shifting restlessly as he rocked them back and forth against the cool vinyl flooring beneath him. He finally gave in and eased back, sinking into the soft mattress with a heavy sigh, his arms stretching out wide on either side of him.
He stared at the ceiling. Then at the bathroom door. Then at the ceiling again.
Still no Hinata.
"I swear to kami..." He muttered under his breath, one hand running down his face. He knew it was still early, but he was so close—so damn close—to breaking one of her annoying little rules and just calling out to her.
To rush her. To tell her to hurry up already.
But just when he was about to, the bathroom door creaked open.
And Hinata finally stepped out.
Naruto's body jolted upright in an instant, heart slamming against his ribs, breath catching mid-exhale.
For just a fleeting moment, his mind betrayed him, flashing an image of her in that outfit. The lavender set. The one with the bows. The same one Hinata blushed profusely over in the store—and the same one he hadn't stopped thinking about since.
But what she wore wasn't that.
It was something else entirely—the complete opposite, really.
A black silky slip dress.
Scandalously short.
Dangerously tight.
Not what he expected—but not bad at all.
"Ooh, goddamn..." He hissed through clenched teeth, the words slipping out before he had a chance to stop them.
That was his very first reaction to Hinata's little fashion show, and the words had left his mouth before he even thought them through. Not that he gave a damn—with her standing there, looking like a literal work of art, how could he?
"First outfit," Hinata purred coyly, stepping into the light, the bathroom door still slowly drifting open behind her.
She gave her lip a soft bite, her lavender eyes flicking up to meet his—and what she found there was dangerous.
Naruto's gaze was already devouring her.
His body was hunched forward on the edge of the bed now, elbows on his knees. His blue eyes dragged slowly from head to toe, taking her in piece by dangerous piece.
Round one of her fashion show was, indeed, a black slip dress. It shimmered like liquid under the bedroom lights, clinging to every soft curve like it had been poured over her body.
The neckline dipped deep—dangerously deep—leaving little to the imagination. It framed the gentle rise of her chest, drawing his eyes straight to the perfect swell of her breasts—pale, round, and full, the kind of overcurve that taunted him with every breath she took. And beneath that sleek, teasing fabric was the tight press of her perky nipples, already stiff and begging for attention.
Pure fuckin' temptation.
"This one's kind of simple... I think," Hinata murmured, her voice thoughtful, uncertain in the most dangerously tempting way.
"I figured this was a good one to start with to ease you in," She giggled, shooting him a teasing glance.
"Not too over-the-top... right?"
"Mmmhm..." was all Naruto managed to get out, his lips barely parting.
"It's soft..." Hinata added, quieter now, almost like she was speaking more to herself. Her fingers brushed along the black fabric, gliding slowly, like she was still trying to figure out how it made her feel—how it made her look.
"Actually... it's really soft. Like... it barely feels like I'm wearing anything at all." She let out a breathless little laugh, cheeks tinting pink as she caught Naruto's silence—though those blue eyes of his were saying plenty.
Her fingertips trailed down her body, and his eyes followed. Followed as they glided along the dip of her chest, the slender curve of her waist, and the slip of her hips—until they found the gently ruffled hem, where she idly picked at the edge, letting it flutter just a little higher.
Naruto groaned deep in his throat.
"Honestly, it feels more like lingerie than a dress. I don't know if I should feel shy in it...or," Hinata paused and glanced up, just briefly.
"...bold." She finished with a squint.
Then—almost shyly—she gave herself a little sway, just enough to test the fabric, the way it hugged and moved with her.
Feeling it.
Owning it.
Letting it speak.
Naruto's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, hard.
He blinked—once, twice—like his brain needed a full reset. It had to. Because there was no way this was real.
Hinata was only in the first outfit. The literal first one.
And already, he felt like he was gonna cum in his fuckin' pants.
The dress was simple, sure, but it was the color that really did him in. Black. That dangerous, sinful shade that turned his sweet, soft-spoken girlfriend into something else entirely—a seductress ripped straight from his filthiest fantasies.
And of course, the color black always brought out the best in her midnight-blue hair—made it pop in the most appealing way.
Exhibit A.
Those long, silky strands spilled over her shoulders, cascading down her body like ink over porcelain, guiding his gaze lower... and lower... and lower.
And then came the real problem.
Naruto let out a gruff groan as he finally found his voice.
"Uh... speakin' of not wearin' anything..." He muttered, his eyes dragging slowly down the full length of her body.
He cleared his throat, shifting on the bed, then casually—or as casually as he could fake it—reached down and tugged his pants away from his crotch, relocating his throbbing cock from where it pressed hard against his thigh.
That shit was getting real annoying, real fast.
He tossed his head toward her, "You got anything on under that?" He squinted, jaw clenching, "I mean—panties? Bra?" His words tumbled out fast and sloppy, like it physically pained him to say them.
He already knew the answer—hell, he could see her nipples practically staring him down through the fabric. But still, he wanted to hear her say it. Wanted to watch her admit it—soft and breathless, just for him.
But Hinata didn't give him that sweet luxury.
She didn't say a word. Didn't answer.
Instead, she bit her lip again, her teeth sinking into that plush pink flesh with a look that could kill. Then, with a flicker of mischief in her lavender eyes, she dropped her hands low at her waist and gave her chest a playful little wiggle.
And oh, Naruto stared .
He stared long and hard.
He watched, flabbergasted, as those juicy Double Ds bounced with zero restraint—no bra, no support, just pure, wobbly freedom.
Left. Right. Back and forth.
Her tits bounced with a force that damn near froze time—moving like they had a mind of their own, putting in overtime just because they knew he was watching.
Teasing. Mocking. Daring him to lose control.
And the whole time, Hinata never broke eye contact—her gaze locked on his like she was daring him to ask that question again.
And right then and there, Naruto knew.
Knew without a doubt.
There wasn't a damn thing under that dress.
"Fuck me, man." Naruto groaned, frustration thick in his voice, "Hinata-chan, seriously?"
"You like?" She asked softly, putting a stop to her little sway, to resume her stance. She already knew the answer, but she just wanted to hear him say it.
"Hell yeah, I do, baby." His hungry eyes dragged over her again, "Why don't you give me the full experience," He said, jerking his chin toward the open space of the room, "and walk for me, yeah?"
Hinata gave him a smile.
But this one?
This one wasn't sweet.
And it sure as hell wasn't innocent.
No, this one was naughty.
And then—she did just that.
She walked.
She stayed right in his line of sight—crossing slowly in front of him.
Slow. Sexy. Confident.
She moved with a grace, a stride, and a presence that was damn near hypnotic—like she'd rehearsed this a hundred times before, like her body already knew what he wanted, and it was performing on instinct.
And Naruto watched, completely entranced.
She strutted.
She hip-rocked.
She even tossed a little hair flip in there.
And with every step, that dress of hers betrayed more secrets. It rippled under the light, swayed with every curve, the hem rising just enough to flirt with exposure—tempting him with everything it refused to fully show.
A flash of pale thighs.
The elegant sweep of long, slender legs.
Bare, pointed feet prancing across the floor.
Every motion whispered "come closer," while somehow keeping him just out of reach—just far enough to drive him insane.
Naruto's leg started to bounce.
He was getting antsy. Really antsy.
It was like his body was already prepping to move—to pounce, to finally do something about the tight, pulsing ache building between his legs.
But he didn't. Not yet.
A hard, white-knuckled grip on the bedsheets was all that kept him from snapping.
Finally, Hinata reached the far end of the room—or rather, the tail end of her little "runway"—and struck a pose. One hand slid confidently to her hip, the other drifting slowly down the curve of her thigh.
Her eyes found his again, still perched at the edge of the bed, and locked him in place with a stare that burned.
"Well?" Hinata purred, head tilting ever so slightly, "What do you think, Naruto-kun?"
Naruto leaned in closer, his tongue dragging slowly across his lips.
"I think..." He rasped, lifting a single finger and curling it in a slow beckon, "You need to turn around. Slowly." His voice came out rougher than he meant—gravel-thick, hoarse with restraint.
He was hanging by a thread.
And they both damn well knew it.
Hinata giggled softly, the sound soft and wicked all at once, then did exactly what he wanted. She turned around, shifting gracefully on her pointed toes. The black slip swished with her movement, the hem flirting with the tops of her thighs before it settled back into place over her curves.
But when she gave him her back, Naruto nearly forgot how to breathe.
The slip was scandalous from the front, yeah—but from the back?
It was straight-up murder.
Bare, creamy skin stretched in a delicate arch, smooth and flawless, framed by two thin straps crisscrossing between her shoulder blades, dipping lower and lower until they disappeared at the small of her back.
His gaze slid downward, helpless to stop its descent.
And then he saw it.
That curve.
That ass.
Perfectly round. Soft as marshmallows.
So close it practically whispered against his lips.
The fabric hugged her so tight, just sheer enough to show the shape of everything—but not nearly enough to touch.
Inches.
That's all that separated him from her.
He wanted to touch her so damn bad, his hands practically itched with need, fingers flexing restlessly as he palmed his thighs just to keep them occupied.
"Shit, baby... you're driving me insane," He growled, thighs trembling under him, "Got me over here fiendin' like a damn drug addict."
Hinata only laughed, giving her ass a little shake.
"I take it you like outfit number one?" She teased, throwing in another little wiggle just to be cruel, "Don't worry, my love... I think this one might be for private use only. I feel a little, um... self-conscious wearing it out."
"Self-conscious?" Naruto repeated, brow raised, voice low and a little hoarse, "Hina... really?"
Hinata bit her lip as she turned back to face him.
She watched him shake his head slowly, his expression tightening—pure disbelief written all over his face, like he couldn't even process what she'd just said. It was those exact words that snatched him out of his head and pulled him right back into their bedroom—into the moment, into her.
His goddess...self-conscious?
When she stood there looking like that?
Hell no.
"You look incredible, Hinata-chan." Naruto said plainly, no hesitation, no doubt, just pure admiration. His eyes roamed her slowly, taking the moment to soak her in all over again.
He tilted his head, smirking slightly as he caught another peek of nipple.
"Okay, sure—maybe throw on underwear if we're leaving the apartment..."
Then his tone shifted.
"But don't you ever—ever—think you shouldn't feel like a fuckin' goddess in that body, no matter what you've got on."
A raw, unfiltered moan escaped him.
"You're beautiful, Hina. Head to fuckin' toe."
Hinata glanced away bashfully, fingers playing nervously with the hem of her dress, her cheeks now burning a deeper shade of pink.
"Th-That's a little intense, but thank you, Naruto-kun."
"In fact..." He murmured, gaze darkening just a shade. His hands lifted slowly from his thighs, palms turned up as he beckoned her closer.
"C'mere," His gaze raked over her again, hungrier this time, "Let me get a real good look at you in that... up close."
Hinata gave him a teasing little look, brow arched high with amusement. Then, just to toy with him, she actually made a move toward him—hips swaying, her pace slow and sensual—a sight that made every muscle in his body snap to attention.
But just when his fingers reached out—she stopped.
Right out of reach.
"Uh-uh~" Hinata sing-songed, wagging a finger, "You're just trying to touch."
Naruto sulked, "Come on, babe!"
She tutted, backing up a step, "And I said—no touching."
Naruto let out a loud, exaggerated groan before collapsing back onto the bed in utter defeat. His hands balled up the sheets on either side of him, fists clenched tight, knuckles white.
This... was going to be a very long night.
And if Hinata kept this up, he wasn't going to survive.
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A Few Minutes Later — Second Outfit
Round two of Hinata's little fashion show began with soft prances and a flutter of pink fabric, her cheeks dusted with the sweetest shade of pink.
Hinata moved lightly on her toes, sauntering out of the bathroom with a gentle sway of her hips that sent Naruto's pulse into overdrive.
"Well, well, round two, huh?" He stammered, trying to keep his cool.
"Round two, indeed," Hinata hummed, hands resting at her waist like a dainty little teapot—posing proudly, giving him a full view of the second outfit she'd chosen to absolutely ruin him with.
This time, she stepped out in a pastel pink babydoll set. The sheer fabric flowed like the petals of a freshly bloomed flower, the hem trimmed in delicate ruffles that gently kissed her upper thighs.
The bodice hugged her figure just enough to tease—cups barely covering what they should, the translucent material leaving just enough to stir his imagination—and torment it.
And beneath that?
A matching thong—just as sheer, just as maddeningly suggestive.
"Fuck..." Naruto growled, running a hand through his blonde, spiky hair, "You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me."
Hinata giggled.
In her second outfit, she looked like the perfect soft girl brought to life—sweet, delicate, and doll-like. A complete 180 from the sleek, sinful black slip that had clung to every inch of her body just moments ago.
Gone was the dark seductress.
Now, she was light itself—all pastel charm and sugar-spun softness, wrapped in translucent frills and fluttery innocence.
But Naruto wasn't fooled.
That softness? That innocence?
It was a trap.
Air caught in his throat as she began to walk—tracing the same path as before, right in front of him, putting those dainty legs to work in a teasing strut.
Naruto's head followed her—left, right, locked in like a man possessed, tracking every movement she made.
Front, back, side to side—he saw it all.
The pink fluff of her bodice shifting like mist around her hips, swaying back and forth.
The bounce of her breasts.
The tease of the pink ruffles.
The soft outline of what was beneath that sheer fabric.
And that slow, mouthwatering jiggle of her ass, barely hidden by the near-transparent hem.
But somehow, seeing it all only made it so much worse.
The illusion of access.
The reality of denial.
The unbearable contradiction.
It was hell—the sweetest kind imaginable.
At the end of her strut, Hinata spun clean on her heel, struck a fresh pose—one hand on her hip, a leg kicked out, her body tilted just enough to tempt.
A new angle.
A new tease.
"It's cute, right?" She asked sweetly, as she gave her body a slight turn and began her slow strut back the other way, "I was really excited to try this one on. Kinda fits my style, doesn't it?"
Naruto huffed, more like choked.
"Cute," He echoed with a low, strained laugh, "Yeah. Sure. Let's go with that."
"Oh?" Hinata chirped, halting mid-step.
She turned to face him, tilting her head with exaggerated innocence as her hands settled on her hips. She bent forward, just a little, her ass popping out with a subtle arch. She swayed her hips side to side in a slow, taunting twist that made Naruto's eye twitch.
"You disagree?" She hummed, mischief practically dripping off her smile, "Then how would you describe this, hm?"
She straightened up, hands lifting the sides of her hem with a playful flick—sending the fabric fluttering around her thighs, and giving him a bold flash of her thong, the straps riding high along her V-line.
Naruto was already on his feet before his brain even caught up—legs snapping into action like a broken rubber band.
He took one step—just one.
And Hinata hit him with that look again.
The one with the tilt, the smirk, the narrowed eyes that said, "Try it, I dare you."
Naruto froze.
Paused.
And sat his ass right back down.
"Hey, look," He put his hands out defensively. "I'm just saying, 'cute' is downplaying it." He rasped with a slow shake of his head.
His hands shot out toward her.
"Cause this?" He scoffed, "This is lethal-level adorable, baby. A straight-up trap." He gestured wildly, throwing his hands up in defeat.
"You could kill a man like this." He sliced his hand through the air, dramatic as hell, "Just done. Game the fuck over."
Hinata giggled, clearly loving the chaos she'd caused.
"Good," She chirped, lips curling in a wicked little smile, "That's exactly what I was going for."
Her smile only deepened as she reached for a few more shopping bags.
"Well... I suppose I should go change now," She mused sweetly, then paused, her gaze flicking back to him with a mischievous glint.
"But first... tell me. What do you really think of outfit number two?"
Naruto's brain scrambled, grasping for anything that resembled a full sentence, while his mouth kicked into autopilot.
"Okay, so, first off? Love the pink," He blurted, nodding way too fast, "Pink looks... amazing on you. Gorgeous." He threw up the okay sign, desperate to make the words land.
"Yeah, pink's top-tier. Like—elite."
Hinata giggled, flattered, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
Naruto bit his lip, eyes shamelessly trailing her body again as she swayed in that sheer little babydoll nightie. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying—and failing—to sound like he was offering constructive feedback.
"Also, gotta say—really love that you can see right through the fabric," Naruto added, nodding like he was making some expert-level observation.
"It's... airy. Breezy. Very breathable fabric."
His eyes dipped lower again—clearly not helping his case.
"And—look, I'm not saying that just because it lets me think dirty sh—" He cut himself off, "I mean thoughts. Just... thoughts about it. You know, constructive ones."
Total lie. And a bad one at that.
Hinata raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
She leaned forward ever so slightly, just enough to let her cleavage do the talking, "You sure about that, hun?" She teased, lips curling mischievously.
Naruto exhaled shakily, then finally cracked—bursting at the seams under the pressure of his girl's perfectly presented breast goodies.
"Okay, fine," He groaned, flashing her a crooked grin that screamed defeat, "Maybe I am thinking all kinds of dirty shit."
He shrugged, leaning back onto the bed with a low exhale, spreading his legs just enough to give off "cocky."
"But can you really blame me?" He muttered, licking his lips slowly, eyes locked on hers.
"For wanting to pull that cute little thong to the side..." His eyes narrowed as hers widened, "and eat you out nice and slow... until you're shaking around my fuckin' head?"
Hinata bit her lip, hard.
"Better yet..." Naruto groaned.
And then, just to turn the heat up to unbearable, he dragged one hand down his chest, then slid lower—right down the length of his covered erection, palming himself without a shred of shame.
His other hand raked back through his wild, blonde hair, pushing it from his face.
"Can you really blame me," He rasped, jaw clenching, "for wanting to rip that frilly little thing off and fuck you 'til you forget your own name, baby?"
Hinata's breath hitched—and suddenly, she couldn't breathe.
Naruto, like that... spread out, all lewd and sexy...
It caught her completely off guard. Sucker-punched her in the chest. Left her lungs hollow and her thoughts a mess.
Kami. It was too much. Too hot.
She wasn't ready for the sight of him looking so horny—so desperate—and all because of her.
She was supposed to be the show.
She was supposed to be the one doing all the teasing.
But now?
Now she was the one getting pulled under.
Her cheeks flushed deep, thighs pressing together instinctively.
And of course—Naruto caught it instantly.
"You okay over there, hime?" He teased with a lazy smirk, watching her squirm, "Or are you starting to think dirty shit too?"
That nearly made Hinata call off the whole fashion show right then and there. Had her this close to caving—to letting him have his way. To tossing every rule she set right out the window. To letting him break every last one.
But no—it was still too early.
And she was having far too much fun.
Even more fun watching him squirm.
So...
She let out deep breaths, pulling herself together—her composure snapping back into place like a flipped switch.
"Mmm... no," She purred, covering a growing smile as her fingers lazily traced the soft curve of her chest, dragging the word out like honey.
"But you know what?"
"What?" Naruto asked, sitting up straighter—eyes glued to her chest, hunger written all over his face.
Hinata smirked.
"Just for that..." She whispered, letting those words hang in the air, "I think I'll make you wait even longer—just for saying those filthy little thoughts out loud."
And before Naruto could even register what hit him, she turned on her heel and bolted. Her pink slip fluttered in her wake as she dashed back into the bathroom.
"Ta-ta!" She sang out sweetly.
"Aw, come on, Hina!" Naruto shouted after her, but his voice was quickly muffled the second the door clicked shut behind her.
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A Few Minutes Later — Third Outfit
"Ohhh, now you're just playin' dirty," Naruto practically growled those words, already gripping the sheets.
He moved into place the instant he heard the bathroom door creak open. His heart slammed against his ribs, breath hitching as Hinata stepped out once more.
And this time?
She wasn't playing fair.
No teasing coverage. No extra frills. No mercy.
For round three, she chose to wear a delicate two-piece—a floral embroidered bralette set in baby blue, so light it looked like it could float right off her skin.
Embroidered across the rim of each bra cup, tiny embroidered petals bloomed in delicate white, like spring flowers laid gently over her skin. The cups hugged her breasts tenderly, sheer enough for the soft pink of her nipples to show through.
Subtle, but impossible to ignore.
Her stomach was completely bare now, and with every breath she drew, those beautifully sculpted abs of hers fluttered, drawing tight as if they felt the scorch of his eyes tracing across her skin.
And below?
Another thong.
Made of that same semi-sheer, floral-laced fabric—teasing every curve of her hips, hugging her up. The delicate waistband sat snug around her waist, obscene in how perfectly it fit, while a daring V-cut in the front dipped just low enough to reveal the sides of her fully shaved pussy.
It made his mouth water.
And that blue...
Kami, that blue was perfect on her.
It clashed and complimented her all at once—a striking contrast to the porcelain glow of her skin, making her look almost unreal.
"Shit, shit, shit," Naruto hissed, practically bouncing on the bed, "Now this—this is the one!"
Hinata giggled sweetly and spun for him, the lace catching the light as she showed off her ass right out the gate.
Naruto lost it.
"Holy shit! Fuck yes, baby!!!" He cried, clapping his hands, slapping the bed, straight up salivating. He looked like a fan in the front row of a sold-out concert, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, damn near in tears.
Her pale legs shifted as she rocked back and forth, that back view delivering a final blow—her round cheeks perfectly cupped by the thinnest lace imaginable, more suggestion than coverage, and it hit him like a freight train.
"You likey?" Hinata asked sweetly over her shoulder, her voice innocent—if not for the naughty sparkle behind her eyes.
"Think floral suits me?" She added with a playful shimmy of her shoulders, her long midnight-blue hair bouncing softly with the motion, "And what about the blue? Too much? Or just enough?"
She turned just slightly, giving him a better view of her peeking ass.
"Well? Your thoughts, Naruto-kun~?" She purred, letting his name roll off her tongue.
Naruto shook his head like he'' been slapped, one hand clutching his forehead, "You're killin' me, Hina. That's what I think." He groaned, watching as she turned back to face him again, a long grin stretched across her face.
And then—she started walking again.
That same damn walk.
He clicked his tongue in defeat, stretching his legs out wider—anything to ease his raging erection.
"Okay, so—florals? Fucking perfect." He rasped, voice tight as his eyes followed her every movement, fingers twitching against his thigh.
His head turned with her, unable to look away.
"It's soft... but scandalous. A dangerous combo, babe." Naruto tapped his chin like he was deep in some expert analysis—never once looking away.
"And that blue..." He muttered, breath hitching as she gave him another little sway of the hips, "That blue is the icing on the cake." He nodded.
"Ten outta ten."
His body twitched with need, his head falling back as he let out a strained moan.
"Shit, I think I'm gonna cum just looking at you."
"Perv!" Hinata laughed, pointing a finger at him accusingly.
He waved her off, completely unashamed.
"Please. Blame yourself—you wore that on purpose!"
"And you bought it!" She fired back, tossing him a smug glance over her shoulder.
"Shh, shh—let's not talk about that part," He said quickly, pressing a finger to his lips, which made her giggle.
"We're focusing on how insanely good it looks on you now. Matter of fact..." His voice dropped—all gravel and honey.
"Come here, baby... just a little closer. Lemme touch—"
"Uh-uh."
Hinata's finger lifted like a weapon, and he froze.
"What did we say?" She asked sweetly, stepping back just enough to be agonizingly out of reach.
"No touching," Naruto muttered, his entire body slumping like a dog denied a treat.
"That's right."
She winked.
"The rules still stand, Naruto-kun~" Hinata teased, giving him a wink as she slowly backed toward the bathroom again.
"Yeah, yeah." Naruto groaned, visibly slumping.
Hinata giggled, then lifted her fingers to her lips and blew him a kiss.
"Cheer up, my love. You're doing great so far." She hummed, lifting her shoulders cutely.
"I'm proud of you."
That did it.
Naruto immediately snapped upright, shoulders squared like he'd just won an award, a wide grin lighting up his whiskered face.
Hinata giggled again, clearly pleased with his reaction, before turning on her heel—hips swaying, knowing full well he'd be watching every step.
And of course—he was.
"Now..." She called over her shoulder with a grin in her voice, "onto the next outfit."
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A Few Minutes Later — Fourth Outfit
"Aww, shit, what do you have for me this time?" Naruto barked with a grin, rubbing his hands together.
Fourth round.
Hinata stepped into the light, and he immediately forgot how to function.
A glossy, fire-red vinyl crop top clung to her chest like it had been shrink-wrapped to her body, the thin straps barely hanging onto her shoulders. The hem was cut scandalously high, leaving the undercurve of her breasts shamelessly on display.
And the matching mini skirt?
Somehow worse.
No, better. Way better.
Depending on how much longer Naruto could keep his ass seated.
The skirt practically clung to her hips like a second skin—tight as a vice, barely grazing the tops of her thighs. And the lacquered fabric shimmered under the light—sparkling, reflecting, tempting
Sexy as hell.
And ten times more dangerous.
Naruto's mouth dropped wide open, completely dumbfounded.
Hinata came to a stop just a few feet in front of him, her arms twitching slightly at her sides as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
Naruto raised an eyebrow.
He caught on immediately.
There was a new vibe about her—nothing like the vibe she carried before.
"...Um. I have a slight problem with this outfit," Hinata confessed, clearly flustered.
"What? What?" Naruto blurted, panic and excitement blending in equal measure, "What's the problem?!"
Hinata wrinkled her nose, "Mmm, I don't know if this one's for me," She said with a small laugh, "It's just... not my style."
She glanced down at herself, fingers lightly tugging at the bright red hem of the skirt, "I remember seeing it in the store and thinking it looked cool—but I dunno." Her voice was soft, uncertain.
"It's kind of... loud, don't you think?" Hinata murmured, lowering her voice like she was confessing a scandal, "It's giving... nightclub," She added with a sheepish look, her cheeks glowing pink.
"You know, stripper-ish."
Naruto couldn't help it—a burst of laughter escaped him, sudden and loud, slipping past his lips before he could hold it back.
Hinata pouted, shimming her arms in a slight tantrum, "Don't laugh!"
"I'm sorry, Hina. I didn't mean—"
"I don't think I'd ever actually wear this," She said quietly, voice softer now, "Definitely not out. Maybe just... for you."
Naruto was quick to intervene.
"Hina..." His voice dropped, chastisingly, "I thought we'd been through this, babe."
"I know." She mumbled, sulking a little as she crossed her arms—not from shame, but from that lingering hint of self-consciousness she always felt when she stepped too far outside her comfort zone.
Naruto clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, his thigh jumping.
"You look fuckin' sexy. Powerful even." He exclaimed in full seriousness, "You're owning this look right now, babe. Like, come on!"
Hinata flushed crimson, her hands tightening around the curve of the skirt.
"But it's so tight... and it squeaks a little when I move..." She mumbled, eyes darting to the floor.
"So what?" Naruto shot back, "You're still the baddest little thing I've ever laid eyes on." He trailed her with an extended hand, "That vinyl? That color? Kami, Hina, you look hot as hell."
Hinata looked up at him slowly, lavender eyes wide—that sparkle of confidence starting to come back.
"You really like it?" She asked, surprised.
"I love it." He huffed, "You think it's not your style?"
He shook his head.
"Nah. You just didn't realize how dangerous you are. And now that you do?" He gave her a look so intense it made her heart skip.
"You better take advantage of that, baby."
Hinata's blush deepened, and her lips curved into a slow, bashful smile. She glanced down at herself, hips swaying with more confidence now.
"Well then. Maybe I'll give it a chance then..." She said, her mood lifted.
Naruto cheered, clapping his hands, "Now that's what I'm talking about."
Hinata rolled her eyes, clearly amused by how fast her boyfriend could flip from all serious and manly to downright childish in a heartbeat.
"Yeah, yeah," She said with a smirk, "You win this round."
Then she turned, ass bouncing perfectly beneath the tight grip of that glossy red vinyl, and disappeared into the bathroom once more.
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A Few Minutes Later — Fifth Outfit
The bathroom door creaked open—yet again.
And the very first thing Naruto saw was...
White.
Soft, heavenly white.
Fifth round.
There Hinata stood—framed in the doorway, bathed in the soft glow of the bathroom light, wrapped in a strappy white lingerie set.
A blessing and a curse.
The lingerie she wore was delicate—a maze of thin, soft-white straps hugging every curve of her body. A barely-there bralette cradled her chest in light lace, translucent and whisper-soft, held up by dainty shoulder straps that looked like they might snap from one wrong move.
Below, the panties were high-cut, hugging her hips, with a lacy garter belt clipped to sheer white thigh-high stockings, held together by fragile little hooks that somehow made everything so much filthier.
She looked like a damn angel.
And Naruto wanted to ruin her.
"Oh, fuck no."
Naruto's voice dropped to a low, gravel-rough murmur as his eyes tracked her every step, watching her slip from the doorway and glide into the room. His gaze moved slowly—almost worshipfully—from head to toe of her 5-foot-3 frame, like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.
His lips parted. His breath hitched. His cock throbbed.
"I was wondering which outfit was gonna make me lose it..." He murmured, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He shook his head, "...but this one? Oh-ho... this is it."
"Do you like it?" Hinata asked, her voice way too innocent for what she had on. She gave a little twirl—just enough to show how the straps dipped down her back, how the curve of her ass peeked out beneath the garter.
Naruto licked his lips. Again. And again.
His bottom lip was raw now. Literally chapped from how many times he's licked it.
"I swear to Kami, Hina... with that on?" He started, his voice low, dangerous, "You're gonna make me break every single rule you gave me..."
His whole body tensed.
"I'm gonna go over there and snatch you up," He nodded his head toward the bed, "bend you over this fuckin' mattress, and fuck you absolutely silly, baby."
Hinata's jaw dropped.
"N-Naruto-kun!" She gasped, stunned by his sudden intensity.
"I'm not kidding." Naruto leaned forward, one hand planted behind him, legs shifting like he was seconds away from pouncing.
"You think I'm playing?"
Hinata giggled, assuming it was all just another one of his dramatic performances. But Naruto's throbbing erection, the tension in his jaw, the danger in his eyes—none of it said "joke."
But Hinata just had to go there.
"Yep!" She chirped.
"Alright, that's fucking it!"
Naruto lunged before the sentence even finished leaving his mouth.
"Eeek!!!" Hinata screamed—a half-laugh, half-yelp—spinning around and bolting straight for the bathroom.
Naruto chased after her, hot on her tail.
But she made it—just in time—slamming the door with a gasp and twisting the lock a split second before his fingers could grab the knob.
Naruto skidded to a stop, frustration boiling behind his grin.
"Tch, dammit." He growled, slamming both palms flat against the doorframe, chest rising and falling in sharp, heated breaths.
From the other side, he could hear her giggling, barely breathing from laughing too hard.
"...Whew! That was way too close!" Hinata called out through the door, still breathless from laughing.
"Naruto-kun, you were so close to catching me—" She stopped to catch her breath, then giggled again.
"And way too close to breaking the rules."
"Fuck those rules," Naruto growled, reaching for the doorknob again.
Locked. Still locked.
Of course.
He rattled it once but gave up with a frustrated groan.
"I tried to be good. I really did. I wanted to let you have your fun, baby, but come on..."
He shook his head, eyes dark with want.
"There's only so much a man can take."
He leaned in close, so close his lips brushed right up against the edge where the door met the frame.
"And right now, baby?" He whispered, "I want you. I want that pussy—"
"—Will you be a good boy if I stop all the teasing and just put on the lavender bow set for you?"
Instant compliance.
Naruto was across the room in a heartbeat, flopping back onto the bed like he hadn't just lost control, like he hadn't just tried to chase her down a second ago.
"Oh—absolutely, babe. I'll be good. So good." Naruto grinned wide.
Too wide. Suspiciously wide.
From behind the bathroom door, he heard Hinata giggle softly again.
And just like that, his smile faltered, and his eyes darkened.
Oh, that was a lie.
A total, bold-faced lie.
He wasn't going to be good. Couldn't be.
That was no longer even on the table.
Because Naruto knew—the second she stepped out in that lavender bow set, the one thing he'd been obsessing over since they left the shopping mall—
It would be over. All bets off.
He wouldn't be able to hold back.
He wouldn't be able to sit still.
He would pounce.
And Hinata knew it, too.
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Inside The Bathroom
This was a bad idea.
A really bad idea.
Hinata pressed her bottom lip between her teeth, her lavender eyes locked on her reflection in the mirror, only to find a flushed, bright-cheeked woman staring back, one who looked ready to faint at any second.
Her heart thundered against her ribcage, so loud it felt like it echoed off the bathroom walls—like it knew what she was about to do before she even had the chance to commit.
Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the counter as she turned her head to take in the state of the bathroom.
She stood at the center of it all—surrounded by the messy aftermath of her earlier excitement. Shopping bags from at least half a dozen stores were strewn across the floor, tissue paper fluttered like confetti around her ankles, and lingerie—so much lingerie—spilled out from open bags, some of the delicate pieces dangling carelessly from the ripped packaging.
It was chaos.
And not even the pretty kind.
Hinata winced.
She'd... get around to cleaning that up.
Eventually.
Right now, though? It was the least of her concerns.
When she'd first hauled half the shopping bags into the bathroom, she'd done it with full confidence—absolutely determined to try on everything for Naruto.
Every set. Every look. Every color.
The cute ones. The bold ones. Even the outrageously scandalous ones she'd let him sweet-talk his way into adding to her closet—always with that smug, irresistible grin of his.
All of it.
No exceptions.
No second-guessing.
No backing out.
She'd walked in here with every intention of giving him the full show.
But now?
Now she wasn't so sure.
She'd only made it through five outfits—just five—and Naruto already looked like he was seconds away from absolutely losing his mind. She could tell his control started to slip when she showed off the pink lingerie set. It frayed even more with the blue. And by the time she stepped out in the red one?
Oh, she knew.
She could see it.
He was cracking.
Not all at once, but piece by piece.
It was written all over his face, in the way his jaw clenched, in the restless shift of his hips as he squirmed in place—hard as a rock, legs spread wide like it might somehow help him hold it all together. His voice was smooth when he spoke to her, sure, but she heard the strain beneath it—the inner battle of self-control he couldn't hide as he tossed out compliment after compliment.
Endless praise.
Sweet, filthy worship dressed up like casual remarks.
And kami, it did something to her.
It lit her up from the inside out. Did wonders for her confidence.
She never realized how fun this could be.
How thrilling. How empowering.
Slipping into something sexy for her boyfriend, strutting out, and feeling his hungry eyes eat up every inch of her from across the room.
Kami, there was a rush that bloomed in her chest every time his body stiffened. Every time his breath caught. Every time his eyes darkened like he was starving and she was the feast.
It felt incredible.
Addictive, even.
Sure, she'd been nervous at first, unsure if she could really go through with all of it.
But then...she started to see.
With each outfit, her confidence grew—not in a rush, but gently, steadily, like petals opening one by one beneath the warm sun. Every step she took, every subtle pose she struck, and every breathless reaction Naruto gave her in return made her stand a little taller, hold her head a little higher, and walk a little bolder.
She felt herself begin to own the space between them. Own the power in Naruto's gaze.
And Kami, did she love it.
Loved to be watched by his eyes only.
Loved knowing she was the reason he couldn't sit still.
Loved being wanted this much.
A naughty smile curled across her lips.
But then, her eyes fell on the white lingerie set she'd worn just moments ago, now slumped carelessly over the toilet seat inside its crumpled bag. A tangle of its straps was currently spilled out like it had barely survived the moment she slipped it off and hurriedly tossed it aside.
And just like that, her smile faltered.
Because the moment she had stepped out in that set... everything changed.
Goodness.
Her cheeks burned hot again at the memory.
She saw it happen—the exact moment when whatever was keeping Naruto restrained just...broke.
The shift in his expression.
The flicker in his eyes.
The gruffness in his voice.
It was almost...frightening.
The way her sweet, flirty boyfriend transformed before her eyes—into something wild and feral. Almost like a beast with tunnel vision, locked onto one single target: her.
He had literally lunged at her.
Not walked. Not reached.
Lunged.
Ran after her.
Right across their bedroom.
If she hadn't slammed the bathroom door in time, well, things would surely be playing out... very differently right now. Hinata knew without a doubt that the delicate white lingerie wouldn't have made it out in one piece. And if she was being honest... she probably wouldn't have either.
And now the next outfit? Like, the one before her?
It was worse. So much worse.
The lavender bow set.
The most revealing of them all.
Hinata stared down at the lingerie sprawled across the marble countertop—the infamous lavender bow set. The very one Naruto had been going on and on about ever since their shopping trip.
And now here it was in her possession.
She gave the fabric a rub with her thumb.
It was actually super soft to the touch—a shade of lavender so pale it practically melted into the counter and, no doubt, against skin. But it was how exposing it was that made her heartbeat stutter.
It wasn't even fair to call it clothing.
Just straps.
Just bows.
Just... openings.
So many openings.
Openings that framed, lifted, and exposed—revealed everything and hid absolutely nothing.
Every pervert's dream come true.
Her fingers trembled as she held the delicate thing up, the blush that had started on her cheeks now spilling down her neck, warming her chest like a slow burn she couldn't control.
She tilted the set slightly, watching the satin straps slither across her knuckles, featherlight but suggestive, each one hinting at how it would cling to her skin.
She didn't even need to try it on—she already knew how it would fit.
The top's daring cutouts would leave most of her chest exposed, with only a pair of tiny lavender bows standing between her and full indecency. And even then, she doubted they'd do much to cover anything at all.
Her breasts would be framed—lifted slightly, sure, but the real statement came from that deep, horizontal split across the center of each cup, a gaping tease that left one message loud and clear: The undercurves of her breasts would be hanging out completely.
And just when she thought it couldn't get any more shameless...
The thong.
Kami.
The thing was so thin, it barely had weight at all—light as air, almost laughable in how little fabric there was to hold. Just a daring little V-strap, crowned with a wide, soft satin bow that would sit perfectly beneath her navel, sweet and scandalous all at once.
One quick glance told her what she already feared: the string there would most definitely vanish the moment she slipped the "panties" on, putting every inch of her goodies on full display.
There'd be nothing subtle about this outfit.
Every inch of her would be on show. Certainly a far cry from the one she strutted around in earlier.
Her cheeks burned hotter, and she bit her lip.
She could see it, clear as day.
The exact look that would hit Naruto's face the moment he laid eyes on her in this—that sharp drop of his jaw, the way his lips would part slightly, like he couldn't even form a single word.
And then... that maniac grin.
That hungry, wild look of his—eyes darkening, smirk creeping in like a predator that had just found his prey.
Her stomach flipped.
This was either very brave... or very, very stupid.
She had been putting this one off for a reason.
A very obvious reason.
Because when Naruto spotted it in the store, his whole face lit up like fireworks. He kept going on and on about it—talking about the bows, the straps, and the lace. And when he finally bought it? He had the nerve to wave it over his head like a damn championship belt, a grin splitting his face, eyes gleaming like he'd just uncovered buried treasure.
Gold.
He looked at it like it was pure gold.
And Hinata knew—she knew—exactly why he loved it so much.
The answer was staring her right in the face.
And now, she was supposed to wear it?
Madness. Utter madness.
But she'd made a promise.
She told him that this would be the next outfit she wore for him. And knowing him, he was out there right now, sitting on that bed, waiting, already imagining her in it.
Expecting her to walk out and give him the show of a lifetime.
Her fingers tightened around the delicate set, the thin straps tangling between her fingers.
She knew.
The second she step out wearing this—it'll be over for him.
No more patience.
No more sitting still.
No more pretending to behave.
No more fashion show.
Hinata bit her lip again, the ghost of a smile flickering at the corners of her mouth.
Well... it was fun while it lasted, right?
Her gaze dropped to the lavender bowtie set, and she felt the heat between her thighs awaken for the consequences that were sure to follow.
But...she didn't care.
"Alright," She whispered to herself, pulling the lavender lingerie set closer to her chest, her heart racing beneath her fingertips.
"Here goes nothing..."
And yet—despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach—she couldn't ignore the thrill thrumming in her bones as she slowly began to slip it on.
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A Few Minutes Later — Sixth Outfit (Naruto's Favorite)
"U-Um... Naruto-kun?" Hinata's voice trembled softly behind the bathroom door, her earlier confidence crumbling the second she cracked it open. She peeked through the narrow slit—just one lavender eye, but there was barely enough space to see more than the edge of the bed's comforter and a strip of vinyl floor.
But no Naruto.
"A-Are you still out there? Waiting like you said?" She bit her lip, a blush rising high on her cheeks.
"Or... are you lurking somewhere, just waiting to pounce the second I step out?" Her voice dropped into a high-pitched squeak, part teasing, part serious. A tiny laugh slipped out right after, but it was shaky and nervous, the kind that rattled in her chest and betrayed her attempt at confidence.
She tried to swallow it down, tried to use the silence as a chance to pull herself together, to regain even a sliver of composure.
But it didn't work.
Because in that silence—she heard it.
The soft creak of bedsprings.
The unmistakable shift of weight.
Her body stiffened.
"Come on, Hina~" Naruto called out, "Who do you take me for, huh?"
There was something about his voice that didn't sit right. It was just too casual. Too amused. And far, far too comfortable for a man who had just lunged at her like a rabid animal not even five minutes ago.
Hinata furrowed her eyebrows. Weird.
"I promised I'd be good, didn't I?"
Another low creak followed—the bed giving him away again.
"Come on out already... I've been real patient, y'know." Naruto's voice drifted through the crack in the door once more—but the longer she listened, the more that fake calm of his started to crack.
"I'm dying to see you. Fuck, I bet you look sexy as hell right now..."
Her breath caught. Hard.
Hinata didn't need to see him to know the state he was in—she could hear it.
The raw hunger in his voice.
That husky, breathless rasp he only ever used in the dark—when he was tangled in the sheets with her, mouth pressed to her skin, whispering her name in the dead of night while his hands, his member, pulled moans from her lips.
Her knees nearly buckled.
Hinata pressed a trembling hand to her chest—desperate to steady her racing heart, to calm the tremor building in her limbs.
But it didn't help.
Her fingers still quivered. Her pulse still thundered beneath her skin.
She closed her eyes tight, squeezing them shut like that might pull her confidence back into focus.
It didn't.
She whimpered softly, her voice barely audible.
"Breathe... just breathe, Hinata." She whispered to herself. Her grip on the doorknob tightened further, almost white-knuckled.
Why was she so nervous?
It was just Naruto. Just her boyfriend.
So why did it suddenly feel like her entire body was falling apart from the inside out? Like her heart was pounding in places it didn't belong. Like her breath couldn't make it past the tight knot in her throat—no matter how hard she tried to swallow it down.
Deep down, she knew why. Kami, she did.
It was because she'd never done this before.
Never stood in front of a mirror, picking out lingerie just to test her boyfriend's patience.
Never put on a private show—just for Naruto—strutting out outfit after outfit, each one more sinful than the last, each one feeding his hunger inch by inch, heartbeat by heartbeat.
She had teased him, no question about it.
Kept him on a leash, one she yanked tighter every time she walked out of that bathroom with a new flash of lace, a fresh glimpse of skin, another sway of her hips that whispered "not yet."
And now...
Now she was staring down the result of that game.
She had never seen him like this before.
Never this intense. Never this...feral.
Kami, no wonder she was nervous.
But even so, she wasn't going to back down.
She had lit the match.
Now she'd walk into the fire.
So, she stepped forward.
"I... I'm sorry for keeping you waiting so long, my love," Hinata whispered, shy and soft, laced with nerves she couldn't quite hide.
She stepped out slowly, the bathroom door giving way with a soft creak. Her gaze dropped bashfully, cheeks glowing pink as her arms instinctively crossed over her chest, fingers brushing across the delicate bows that barely covered her body.
"But... just as you kept your promise," She murmured, her lavender eyes flickering up beneath her lashes.
"I will keep mine..."
And then—she stepped fully into the light.
Out of the doorway. Out of hiding. Out into the open.
The cool air in the room rushed against her bare skin—cool, sharp, and biting in the best way. It swept across the undercurves of her exposed breasts, her hips, her thighs—every stretch of pale skin untouched by lavender straps and delicate bows.
"This is what you wanted... right?" She asked softly, her voice no louder than a whisper—barely holding together as her gaze finally met his.
"Me... in this?"
And Kami help her—she got her answer.
She saw him.
Still there, exactly where she had left him, lounged on the edge of the mattress.
But the second she stepped out and revealed herself, the second his eyes fell upon the very outfit he'd been fantasizing about since the store, his reaction hit her like a clap of thunder.
His jaw dropped. Literally.
Wider than she'd ever seen it—scratch that, wider than she even thought was humanly possible.
Just as she predicted.
"Holy fuck..." Naruto breathed, his voice so low, so raw, it was almost reverent.
"There it is..." His dark blue eyes dragged down her body, "There's that fuckin' outfit."
He said those words breathlessly—voice laced with disbelief, awe, and something far hungrier. It was like the air had been knocked clean from his lungs, like he could hardly breathe.
Hinata instinctively curled into herself, every inch of her skin prickling under the heat of his stare.
It wasn't just that Naruto was looking at her—it was where he looked.
Every sweep of his gaze felt like a touch, like a whisper of fire that moved over her collarbone, across her breasts, down her stomach, and thighs. Kami... he wasn't even touching her, and still, she could feel him everywhere.
The lavender bow set she wore was unlike anything she'd ever worn before. It was barely there, barely decent, and absolutely not made for the faint of heart.
The other five sets she wore didn't even come close.
They were sweet, flirty, even daring in their own right—but this one? This one was in a league of its own. It wasn't subtle. It didn't try to charm its way in. It didn't play it safe—and it damn sure didn't play fair. It exposed more than it concealed, crafted with the kind of shameless intent that left no room for modesty.
Hinata was practically naked, except for the two delicate lavender bows perched over her nipples—little more than decorations made to provoke. The matching thong sat in a sharp V along her curvy hips, the satin strap rising high, framing her waist like art.
Below, the string slipped between her thighs, disappearing completely, a whisper of fabric that kept her goods just barely in place—if at all. It clung to her like it had been painted on, hugging her hips like a secret breathed straight against bare skin.
Exactly how she knew it would.
She had never worn anything like this before.
Nothing so revealing. Nothing so bold. Nothing so utterly and shamelessly scandalous.
But even still, she tried to stay in character.
Tried to keep the rhythm of the show going.
"O-Outfit six..." She murmured, staring down at herself as if seeing it for the first time. Her fingers brushed the edge of the thong's waistband—nervous, almost fidgeting.
"A-And I can say, this one is... definitely tighter than the others," Hinata added weakly, her voice barely more than a breath as it drifted off into the space between them. Her fingers brushed nervously over her sides, toying with the delicate bows like they could somehow hide the way her body trembled.
"It's not even lingerie, really..." She whispered under her breath with a soft, airy laugh, her eyes locked on the faint lavender shimmer clinging to her skin.
"It's basically just... ribbon."
Another soft giggle slipped past her lips as her fingers brushed over the thin satin bow resting against her hip.
"Y'know... I think I lied earlier." Her tone was playful, but her cheeks were on fire, "Because now I really feel like I'm not wearing anything at all." Her pulse raced beneath her skin as she shifted slightly in place, feeling just how little there was between her and the air.
"Just look at me..." She exclaimed, thrusting her arms out, "Look at how exposed I am—!"
It was then—she heard it.
A creak.
The soft, weighted creak of the bed frame giving way as someone moved.
Her breath caught.
Slowly, she lifted her head—and there he was.
Naruto.
His muscles shifted beneath the fabric of his shirt as he pushed himself into a stand. His shoulders rolled, eyes low and unreadable, hidden beneath the tousled strands of blonde hair that moved as he did, swaying with every silent step he took forward.
Her lips parted in a shaky breath.
"Naruto-kun, what are you—?"
"Relax, baby." He practically cooed those words at her. He even squinted his eyes in that unfairly sexy way—in the way that always made her stomach twist up into tight, fluttering knots.
Step by step, he kept moving closer.
"It's just," He murmured, his voice a little lower now, rougher, "It's just... you look so damn good right now."
There was a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, but his voice remained calm—far too calm for the way his eyes devoured her every inch.
"I decided to take you up on your offer and get a better look."
Hinata gasped at his words, caught off guard by the sheer heat behind them. And before she could walk it back on her own words—before she could even finish forming a single thought—he was moving again.
And she...she didn't stop him.
Didn't scold him for disobeying her orders.
Didn't remind him that she'd told him to stay put—to sit back down and be a good boy, right there on the bed, far away from her.
She could have.
She absolutely should have.
But she didn't.
She let him come closer.
And closer and closer he came, until suddenly—they were chest to chest.
In the blink of an eye, Naruto was standing just inches from her, so close she could feel the heat rolling off his body, chasing away the chill of the air conditioning that had raised goosebumps along her bare skin. His presence overwhelmed her senses—his scent, his warmth, and his gaze.
He was so close now... too close.
But what truly made her heart skip a beat was the way he looked at her.
He wasn't looking at her exactly.
Not at her face.
His gaze was lower, head tilted just slightly, those hooded eyes drinking her in from top to bottom. Tracking the delicate lavender straps that clung to her curves, pausing on every bow, every knot, every hint of skin peeking between them.
Like she was a gift.
And he was already in the process of deciding just how he wanted to unwrap her.
"This outfit..." He whispered, his voice low and thick with want as his eyes trailed down the length of her heaving chest, following the soft rise and fall of her bouncing breasts.
"It looks exactly like it did in the store."
His gaze traced the straps that dared to call themselves a bralette, delicate lines connecting the minimal fabric over her chest—weaving up her shoulders like silk threads, only to disappear again and reappear below, along the scandalous dip of her thong.
His face shifted, the corners of his mouth tugging upward, a smirk barely held back... one that hinted at something far more...dangerous.
"But now, it looks a hell of a lot better, now that it's on you, Hina."
Hinata stiffened.
His words were relatively harmless—flattering, even.
But Hinata saw it.
That look in his eyes—that flicker of something dark and intent just beneath the surface. He might've sounded normal, but his eyes told another story.
They were hungry.
Plotting.
Kami only knew what kind of thoughts were running through that head of his, but Hinata was certain of one thing—none of them involved being a "good boy."
She knew that look. Knew her boyfriend too well not to recognize it for what it was.
She knew.
Naruto let out a low whistle, his head rocking slowly side to side, almost in disbelief. And suddenly, he reached out, fingers brushing lightly against the bows perched over her nipples—those teasing little knots he'd been fixated on since the store.
She gasped, body jerking under his touch.
"N-Naruto-kun, I thought I said you weren't supposed to—"
"Hina..." He cut her off, voice low and strained, "you have no idea what you're doing to me."
His fingers trailed down the slope of her breasts, then lower, skimming along her waist with just enough pressure to make her shudder.
"You really think it's been easy, huh?" He murmured, almost to himself, eyes glued to every inch of exposed skin.
"Following those little rules you keep tossing at me?"
His head tilted again,"Ya know, I've been debating," He muttered, his voice almost sweet in its threat, "whether I should just spare myself another goddamn minute of this hard-on... and just—"
His eyes finally flicked up to her, pinning her to the spot like a blade at her throat.
"—stop pretending."
His blonde bangs dipped low, just enough to cast a shadow over his eyes, making him look even more unhinged.
"N-Naruto-kun..." She failed to chastise.
"I wanna fuck you so bad, Hina."
Hinata gasped, her ears turning a deep shade of red.
She shook her head, "B-But... you promised you'd be good. Remember?"
For a moment, there was only silence.
Naruto didn't blink.
Didn't move.
Just stood there—watching her.
It almost felt like he hadn't heard her at all. Like he was stuck in some trance, staring through her instead of at her.
But then she saw it.
That smirk of his returned.
The one that always spelled trouble.
"I did," He said at last, his voice deep, gravel-soft.
And slowly, that smirk widened.
"But you never said for how long."
It all happened so fast.
Before Hinata could even form a single thought, before her lips could part in protest or remind him of the promise he made...
His hands were already on her waist.
"N-Naruto-kun—mmh!"
But it was too late.
Her voice didn't stand a chance.
Whatever words she was going to say vanished the moment his mouth slammed against hers. He crashed into her with a force that stole the ground from beneath her feet—his lips overwhelming, all-consuming, like a tidal wave swallowing her whole.
There was no time to think. No time to breathe.
Just his kiss, dragging her under.
Naruto's head moved in wild, eager bobs, like a man possessed—desperate to claim her the way he'd been dying to since the second they stepped through the door. He devoured her lips without mercy, sucking with such intensity that each kiss forced her head back. A thick, primal groan rumbled from his chest as his teeth seized her bottom lip, the sound alone enough to make her tremble.
Hinata gasped, her lips falling open on instinct, and that was all the invitation he needed. He dove in, tongue sliding past her lips to plunder her mouth, claiming every inch he could reach.
Tongue. Teeth. Gums.
He was everywhere.
Hinata could barely breathe. Could barely keep up.
His arms clamped around her like bands of steel, palms gripping the perky swell of her ass, as he yanked her petite body flush against his chest. He began to move her with him—step by hungry step—each stride forcing her backward, walking her clean across the room, overpowering her hesitant footing with sheer momentum.
And through it all, he never stopped kissing her.
He tilted her head back with the nudge of his own, forcing her neck to arch beneath his grip, exposing the delicate column of her throat. And there he was on her again, tonguing down the length of her neck.
Hinata barely had time to react.
Her hands scrambled for his shoulders, fingertips gripping the hard muscle beneath his shirt, desperate for balance. She could feel her heart pounding wildly, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs, as his body moved forward again. Each powerful step he took drove her back inch by inch, every stride of his chest driving into hers, pushing her toward kami-knows-where...
She couldn't keep track of the distance.
Couldn't think past the mouth devouring her lips and her neck. Nor the grip of the strong hands roaming her body—groping her breasts, squeezing her hips, pulling her by the ass closer with every second.
All she could do was follow the force of Naruto's body.
Move where he moved her.
Until suddenly—he grabbed her shoulders.
Spun her around.
And shoved her forward.
"Eek!" Hinata squealed, the cry flying from her lips as her body slammed against the edge of their bedroom's dresser, landing right in front of the mirror that towered above it.
The impact sent shopping bags, bottles, and scattered trinkets crashing to the floor in a noisy clatter, but she hardly noticed. Her hands gripped the edge of the dresser for support, chest heaving—only to gasp when heat slammed against her back.
Solid muscle.
A sharp slap landed across her ass, the sound echoing through the room, followed by a startled gasp that tore straight from her throat.
Hands clamped down on her waist immediately after, and then—hips.
Naruto began to grind into her from behind, his clothed crotch wedged tight between her cheeks, moving with rough, desperate thrusts that made her body jerk with every impact. He humped her against the edge of the dresser with such wild intensity, the entire frame rattled against the wall, echoing the rhythm of a hunger he'd kept caged for far too long.
Hinata whimpered, shifting her head over her shoulder at him.
"N-Not fair... y-you tricked me..." She panted, the words slipping out between broken gasps and breathless moans. Her body shook beneath him, her breasts bouncing beneath the delicate bows of her lingerie, the soft undercurves trembling with every sharp snap of his hips.
"Aww, baby. Of course, I had to trick ya." Naruto whispered huskily, "How else was I supposed to get you exactly where I wanted you," He breathed into her ear, "before you ran back into that bathroom like the naughty little tease you are?"
"Ah! You perv—mmmh!!" Hinata squealed, her voice breaking into a shattered gasp as she was given another slap across the ass, hard enough to leave a mark.
She tried to squirm, to twist away, to find some sliver of air, of space, of escape, but there was none. She was trapped, pinned between the unforgiving edge of the dresser and the heated wall of muscle grinding into her from behind.
And there, in front of her, was the mirror.
That damn mirror.
And in it—she saw everything.
Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the helpless arch of her back, the way her breasts jiggled inside their pretty lavender wrappings, the way her thighs shook around the string of her thong, and...
...the towering man behind her.
Naruto looked almost unrecognizable in the mirror before her, his eyes dark—nearly black—burning with something primal. And compared to her bent form beneath him, he looked almost like...a giant.
His frame loomed over her, broad shoulders stretching wide like a shadow that swallowed her whole as she lay bent beneath him. Hinata couldn't tear her eyes away—lavender gaze locked on the mirror, watching the sway of his messy blonde hair with every deep roll of his hips, every lick of his lips, and every squint of his eyes.
That sharp little flutter in her pussy returned—but this time, stronger.
Kami, why did he have to look so good like this?
So unraveled. So unhinged. So out of control.
It was a side of him she'd never truly seen to this extent—and something about it stirred something deep inside her.
Something she was starting to like far too...much.
Suddenly, Naruto snapped forward again, this time rougher, the impact striking straight into her hips. Her cheeks jiggled against the tight stretch of her thong, and the force of it ripped a gasp straight from her lips.
"Ooh kami." Hinata moaned breathlessly.
A crooked smirk curled at the edge of Naruto's lips as his eyes lifted to the mirror and locked onto hers.
She yelped at the sudden contact, startled by the intensity in his eyes, her own gaze darting away on instinct. But Naruto only chuckled, low and smug, as he bent over her, his chest flattening along the length of her spine.
"Perv, huh?" Naruto scoffed, "Tch... there you go again," He murmured with a dark chuckle, the sound vibrating straight through her neck.
"That's rich coming from you, Hinata-chan."
Suddenly, he lifted one hand and slipped it beneath her chin, tilting her face back toward the mirror, forcing her to look, to see what he saw.
She gasped, a soft whimper.
"Go on." Naruto murmured hotly, the sound slipping into a moan, "Look at yourself."
He didn't need to say the rest.
But he did anyway.
"Tell me that's not the face of a filthy little perv."
Hinata's chest heaved, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes locked onto the mirror. Her own reflection stared back at her—wide-eyed, flushed, and trembling. Her mouth was parted, gasps slipping out in ragged, desperate bursts she couldn't hold in.
She looked like a needy little slut, one that's been caught red-handed. She didn't have to say a thing—her body did all the begging for her.
And seeing her lingerie again didn't help her case either.
Her cheeks flamed hotter.
She felt ridiculous. And in her eyes? She looked even worse.
Naruto's "favorite" lingerie of hers clung on for dear life, doing absolutely nothing to hide the jiggle of her tits, the tease of her hips, or the wet, sticky mess trickling down her thighs.
She might as well have been completely naked.
Her lip trembled as she bit down on it, trying—failing—to hide how badly she was coming undone.
"That face... that body..." Naruto rasped low, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, "Now that's the one to blame. That's the woman who's gotten herself into this mess."
Hinata let out a soft whimper, her breath hitching hard at his words.
Naruto's smirk deepened as his teeth lightly grazed her skin.
"So, tell me, baby..." He growled low behind her, "how the hell can you blame me when you're the one begging to get fucked?"
A sharp gasp tore from Hinata's lips before she could bite it back. Those words—those damn words of his—snapped her straight out of it.
She would've laughed—if she weren't so stunned.
Seriously? Calling her the perv? Blaming her?
Like he wasn't the one who'd been pitching a tent all day?
She meant to say it. Meant to throw it back in his face.
But she never got the words out.
Didn't get the chance.
Another sharp slap landed across her ass, the sting making her jolt—just before she was pushed down further. Her back curved in a slender arch beneath her boyfriend's grip, her spine dipping as her chest was driven deep into the cool wood, her breasts flattening against the dresser.
Hinata let out a muffled gasp.
And then—she heard it.
The soft clink of a buckle.
The dragging zip of a fly being undone.
Her entire body flushed red-hot in seconds.
"Mmm, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, Hina..." Naruto's voice rumbled possessively behind her. His fingers slipped down, gripping the waistband of his slacks, tugging them down without hesitation.
"Been waiting for you," He rasped, "in this outfit. Just like this."
His eyes dragged over every inch of her bent over, taking in the arch of her back, the dip of her waist, and the way the delicate lavender straps of her lingerie barely covered her.
A deep, guttural groan slipped from his lips.
"Exactly like this."
His slacks dropped to the floor.
Then his boxers.
And in the next second, his cock sprang free—slapping hard against the back of her exposed thighs with a wet, filthy thwack that made her whimper on contact.
The mirror captured it all—every obscene detail.
And with the turn of her head, she saw it too.
She gasped. Hard.
His cock was the deepest, angriest shade of red she'd ever seen—swollen and pulsing with unchecked need. The deep tan of his skin looked taut, pulled tight over every throbbing inch, with veins bulging along the shaft like they were seconds from bursting from the sheer pressure building underneath.
The fat, mushroomed head was already snug between her thighs, smearing hot, sticky precum across her skin in a messy trail that marked her before he even slid inside.
She had never seen him like this before.
Never seen his cock so... tortured.
For the first time that night, a flicker of guilt pricked through the haze of lust.
Maybe she had teased him a little too much.
Just maybe...
She'd pushed him too far.
"Now..." Naruto growled, breath ragged, "I can't fucking wait anymore."
Hinata let out a stuttered gasp as she felt him slide her thong to the side, the delicate fabric brushing down her thigh, exposing her dripping wet cunt.
And in that next moment, he was inside her.
"AH—Naruto-kun!"
A strangled scream escaped her lips as she gripped the dresser tighter, her body launching forward under the sheer force of his entrance.
One thrust. That's all it took.
One sharp, brutal thrust to fill her to the brim.
No hesitation.
No warning.
Just Naruto, giving in to everything he'd been holding back.
Taking her the way he wanted.
Taking her right where he needed her.
And like the kiss—he didn't wait. Didn't give her a moment to adjust.
He just... fucked her.
His hips snapped forward, crashing into her. Again and again. Each stroke snapped her forward, her body slamming into the dresser with a force that knocked the breath straight from her lungs.
Hinata could tell immediately.
The way he fucked her, it was rougher than usual—a punishing rhythm that didn't falter, didn't ease, didn't care.
The pressure of all nine inches of his cock invading her walls so aggressively was intense—a sharp stretch, a claiming force that made her voice climb, breaking into high, helpless pitches she'd never made before in her entire life.
"Nghhh! Fughh! Gahh!" She squealed, her tits smacking against her chest with each brutal snap of his hips, nearly drowning out her own cries. She clung desperately to the dresser's edge, her nails scraping along the wood, holding on for dear life.
The force of his thrusts was too much, too deep.
Her eyes rolled.
Too good.
Naruto let out a low, gravelly growl.
"Heh... I told you, didn't I, Hinata-chan?" He teased gruffly, his breath brushing hot across her ear.
"I warned you how that little fashion show of yours was gonna end."
Hinata's eyes fluttered, her lips parted in a blissed-out gasp as his cock plunged deeper, grinding roughly against her tender walls until his tip kissed her cervix, drawing another whimper from her throat.
"Naruto-kun... nghh—"
One hand of his slipped down, large and veined, wrapping firmly around her waist, pulling her back onto him to keep that ass from running away.
"I told you what would happen..." He growled, his hips snapping forward again, shoving his cock deep inside her drooling pussy, her velvety folds spreading wide to take him in.
"...if you strutted around in all that shit."
His hand fisted the lavender straps clinging to her hips, yanking them upward.
"Especially this one."
He let them go with a loud snap, the sting blooming into red lines across her skin, right where his eyes had already devoured her a dozen times over.
Hinata gasped, shuddering.
"Yeah, this flimsy little thing," He muttered with a tilt of his head, examining his favorite lingerie of hers through the mirror, "Look at it, just begging to be torn the fuck off."
Hinata let out a soft, breathy moan, "B-But y-you said you'd behave..."
Naruto let out a harsh, almost unhinged laugh against her throat. His hand shot up to grab her right breast, fingers curling around the plushness, thumb dragging over the plump, exposed undercurve.
"Oh, baby..." He rasped, "you made that damn near impossible." His breath ghosted over her skin as his hand gave her breast a squeeze, pulling a sharp hitch from her lungs.
"The odds were stacked against me the second you walked out in this, no..." His eyes dragged down her reflection in the mirror, and a snarl stretched across his lips, "—the second you started mouthing off those fucking rules of yours."
Hinata's chest heaved as his hand slid higher, wrapping firmly around her throat, not to choke, but to force her body to arch.
Her neck stretched long and bare, trembling under the heat of his breath as his teeth grazed her skin. Her fingers extended to hook along the edge of the dresser, planting herself firmly to steady herself—but there was no steadying for what he was doing to her.
"But something tells me..."
His grip around her neck tightened.
"...you already knew that."
And the truth was—she did. Kami, she did.
From the moment she brought up the idea, she knew Naruto wouldn't be able to survive her little fashion show with his sanity intact. That the rules, the outfits, the teasing—every bit of it would undo him. Break him down.
And that was exactly the point.
"Admit it," Naruto whispered huskily, like he could hear the confession in her bones, hear her thoughts squirming around in her mind.
His thrusts slowed, cruelly slow—but that only made it worse. He filled her up slowly, each thick, rock-hard inch prying her open, dragging heat through her core like wildfire.
Oh, she felt every bit of him.
And it was torture—delicious, toe-curling torture.
"This was your plan all along... wasn't it?"
Hinata whimpered, her lips parted, but no words came. She couldn't bring herself to say it—not out loud.
But Naruto wasn't having that.
He switched it up in a flash—his pace picking back up without warning. Another brutal thrust slammed into her, and the jolt rocked her forward, a loud smack ringing out as her ass clapped from the impact, the vibrations shuddering straight up her spine.
She squealed, "Eeek!!"
"Tell me," He growled low against her ear, his breath hot and ragged, "that little fashion show..." His hips snapped again, and her voice croaked again, "...was just a setup to drive me outta my fucking mind, wasn't it?"
Before Hinata could even catch her breath, his hand came down hard across her ass again, before slipping back to her throat, gripping tight, holding her still.
"Say it!" He growled like a madman, "Say it, Hinata-chan."
"...H-Hai," She choked, the word slipping past her lips before she could stop it.
"H-Hai... I—I planned this."
Naruto froze. Just for a second.
Then, he snapped forward, hips crashing into her even harder than before.
"You what?" He roared, voice fraying at the edges.
"I planned all of it!" She cried out, voice high, breaking apart, "I knew what would happen—I knew exactly what th-the show would do to you—but I wanted it anyway." Her words came out soft now—trembling, fragile, and bare.
"I just had so much fun... teasing you, telling you no." She bit her lip briefly, eyes rolling as she was given another thrust full of cock, "Wa-Watching you fall apart, watching your eyes follow me—and only me—as I dr-dressed up for you."
She looked up—right into the mirror.
And their eyes met.
Her lips trembled, "I liked it. I wanted it." She nodded her head frantically, "I wanted you to lose control."
And that—that was what broke him.
With a primal growl tearing straight from his throat, Naruto grabbed her leg and flung it over the edge of the dresser.
Her foot lifted clean off the floor, toes scraping helplessly against the drawer handles as her knee bent sharply over the surface. Her thigh stretched wide, her hips tilting just enough to let him slide inside her again—fuller than ever.
He released her throat only to snake his entire arm around her neck, yanking her back into a tight chokehold—dragging her into his chest, like he needed her body pressed to his—needed to feel every breath, every tremble.
"That's all I needed to hear."
The next moment was a blur.
Her confession had awakened something savage inside him, something she hadn't seen before—and now she was happily paying the price.
Naruto slammed into her again, hard—so deep, the sudden shift in angle ripped a sob from her lips, her spine arching in a full jolt.
"Kami, Naruto-kun!!" She screamed, her voice cracking as her hands flew up, clawing at his arms for stability. It felt like he was splitting her in two, rearranging her insides.
"K-Kami—! You're... nghhh, s-so deep, I—ahhhnn!" She wailed, her head lolled back, eyes glassy and wild as they fluttered toward the ceiling.
Her thigh, still hoisted up high on the dresser, twitched violently, threatening to slip—but Naruto's weight behind her, his relentless thrusts, kept her pinned right there, exactly where he wanted her.
Her pussy clenched greedily, slurping around the width of his shaft, swallowing him whole with a filthy, slick flop, her juices coating every inch of him.
His cock angled just right, suddenly curving and slamming into that devastating spot deep inside her—her g-spot. He struck it dead-on, sending a shockwave of pleasure that rippled through her like lightning, leaving her limbs numb and twitchy.
"Hai, Naruto-kun—r-right there, hai—there!" Hinata moaned desperately, her body rocking violently, completely at the mercy of his pace.
He was drilling her now, absolutely wrecking her.
Her asscheeks jiggled with every punishing slam, the tiny strip of her thong doing nothing to muffle the impact. The sound of skin on skin cracked through the air—echoing off the walls, off the mirror, off the furniture—hell, throughout their entire apartment.
The dresser shook violently, drawers rattling.
The mirror rocked on its frame, teetering with every slam.
Her body rocked forward like a ragdoll in his grip, back and forward again—a helpless rhythm she had no control over.
Every time she was driven forward, her chin smacked his bulging bicep. And every time she rocked back, her spine collided with the wall of his chest, trapped tight inside his arm, no escape in sight.
Her eyes crossed in ecstasy, her lips flying open, her tongue slipping past them.
"Ooh, yes, Naruto-kun!"
"Fuuuck yeah, baby. You feel that?" He panted into her neck, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"This is what your fucking teasing has earned you."
He snapped forward again, so deep it made her scream—so deep she swore she could feel him breach her womb, the swollen tip pressing up through her belly like it could punch right through her skin.
"Now take it. Take this fuckin' cock."
He gave her another thrust, heaven and hell all at once.
"Yeah, just like that, baby."
Her moans broke apart in a whimper.
"Mmm, and keep moaning for me—just like that."
And she did. Over and over.
She couldn't stop.
Her body thrashed in his arms, every sharp thrust forcing her lifted thigh harder against the dresser—digging into the edge, scraping skin—but she was too far gone to care.
Her stomach tightened. Her core clenched. Her breath faltered.
Hinata could feel it—her climax clawing up her spine, her stomach tightening, twisting, and burning hotter and hotter with every second.
She couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think.
And it didn't help that she could see all of it—every reaction, every expression, every angle of how she was being fucked out of her mind—reflected right there in the mirror.
The way her face contorted.
The way her breasts bounced.
The way her body broke apart.
It was too much.
Hinata screamed—loud and shattered.
"Come on, baby," Naruto moaned low in her ear, shoving his face deep into the crook of her neck, "Don't hold out on me now."
His mouth burned a path along her neck, teeth teasing the sensitive flesh as he finally released her from the chokehold—only to slide his hand down, fingers curling tightly around the delicate straps of her lingerie.
With one swift tug, he yanked the fabric down, letting her breasts tumble free into his waiting hands.
"You've been teasing me all damn day." His voice dropped lower, more guttural, "So now, you're gonna cum. Right here. All over this cock."
His murky blue eyes lifted to the mirror, narrowing as they locked onto hers—daring her, demanding her.
"You owe me that much."
And that—the dark hunger in his eyes, the way his filthy mouth fed her one command after the next, the way his hands revered her one moment and ravaged her the next, the way his cock slammed against every devastatingly perfect spot inside her...
That was it.
That snapped the final thread.
Hinata came hard.
Her climax tore through her in one unforgiving swoop. A gush of her juices spilled from her, coating his cock in a wet, sticky sheen. It soaked straight through the flimsy fabric of her ruined thong, and splattered messily across the edge of the dresser with a loud, slick splurt.
Her pussy walls squeezed and convulsed, pulling at him, milking him, but Naruto merely thrust through the flood—grinding into her with heavy, punishing strokes, the head of his cock punching into her cervix with every forward snap.
And that was all it took to send her over again.
Another orgasm. And another.
Her body slackened more and more, vision swimming with stars, until she swore she might just—
"Oh, we're not done yet, baby."
Naruto snarled the words into her ear before scooping her off the dresser, manhandling her like she weighed nothing. She barely had time to gasp before he spun her around, and just like he promised...
He planted her right on his dick.
"Ahh—! K-Kyahh!" Hinata squealed, another wet gush spilling from between her thighs.
In no time flat, her body was brought down, and she was speared full in one thrust. Her legs, shaky and numb, barely managed to hook around his waist before he started pumping into her again.
"Hope you've prepared yourself, Hina," Naruto growled into her ear, "I'm going to get this naughty pussy cumming on my cock all fuckin' night long."
And that—that was a promise he actually kept.
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Much Later
Hinata couldn't even remember when they made it to the bed—or when her clothes had come off, for that matter.
Everything was a total blur.
Her body lay limp and draped across Naruto's bare chest, her pale skin slick with sweat, her breathing shallow and uneven—rising and falling like she'd just run a damn marathon.
Her thighs still twitched involuntarily, her lungs struggled to fully catch air, and her heart? Still pounding from the absolute wreckage her boyfriend reduced her to. Every inch of her ached—in the best, filthiest way imaginable.
From everything he'd pulled out of her.
From everything he'd claimed.
Hinata let out a deep, shuddering sig]h.
"...I didn't finish trying everything on."
Beside her, Naruto let out a low, satisfied growl, his arms still wrapped firmly around her waist, his breath hot and sticky against the damp curve of her shoulder. He reached up, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a gentleness that didn't match the rough way he'd just handled her.
"And you're not gonna."
Hinata blinked slowly, eyes unfocused, mind still mush.
"Huh...?"
"You think I'm gonna fall for that again?" He shot back.
He propped his head up on one hand, elbow sinking into the pillow, "You so much as reach for another outfit, and I'll bend you over and fuck you before you even finish putting it on." He growled, clearly still horny for another round.
Hinata's lips parted, a tiny gasp slipping out as heat rushed to her face.
After everything she'd just been through... oh, she certainly believed him.
She let out a playful whimper and pouted, nudging her forehead against his with a breathless little sigh.
"That's such a shame..." She whispered teasingly, lips barely brushing his, "You bought me so many cute outfits... I'd hate to let them go to waste."
Naruto narrowed his eyes, one brow arching slowly in reluctance.
"...Tch, fine," He muttered, lips ghosting over hers, "You can wear them. I paid good money for all that lingerie anyway."
His hand suddenly slid lower to her thigh, then up again, a possessive squeeze to her soft skin, "But this time? New rules."
Hinata gasped, shaking her head.
"Oh no," She mumbled, already bracing herself.
"My rules." Naruto's voice dropped an octave, his thumb brushing over her hipbone.
"You can try them all you want. But I get to touch. Actually—fuck that. I have to touch. I need a proper, hands-on examination of every single one." His eyes gleamed dangerously, "With you underneath me."
Hinata's cheeks flushed.
Naruto licked his lips, "I wanna fuck you in every single one. Every single outfit."
Hinata let out an incredulous squeak, smacking his bare chest lightly, "Naruto-kun!"
She groaned dramatically, quickly bringing her lifted hand to cover her face.
"You are such a perv."
Naruto only grinned, shameless.
"Takes one to know one, hime."
Hinata glared at him through the cracks of her fingers.
She gave her head a frantic shake, "Ugh, that's literally gonna take forever," She grumbled, lips curling into a reluctant smile, "You literally bought so many!"
"Too bad." Naruto shrugged, completely unbothered, "New rules, babe. No take-backs. And trust me..." He leaned in, smirking lewdly, "...it's gonna be worth it."
Hinata rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. With a deep sigh of surrender, she leaned in close, snuggling deeper into his arms.
"Of course it will." She hummed sweetly.
She leaned in even closer.
Naruto tilted his head, eyes flickering to her lips—expecting a kiss. But instead, she whispered against his mouth, breath soft and warm.
"...perv."
Naruto's eyes widened, just for a split second, then narrowed with mock offense.
"Tch—oh, you little—"
And just like that, he scooped her up, strong arms curling beneath her thighs and back, and rolled her onto her back with a laughing growl.
Immediately, he began to mercilessly tickle her sides.
"Naruto-kun—wait!" Hinata squealed, squirming wildly beneath him.
"Nope! Not a chance!"
Their laughter echoed through the bedroom, their naked bodies tangled beneath sheets barely hanging onto the bed. Pillows upon pillows were strewn across the floor—right beside the shredded remains of Hinata's lavender bow-tie lingerie.
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Chapter 45: ❦The Naughty Bet❦
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What was supposed to be a laid-back summer break get-together between Hinata and her overcompetitive boyfriend, Naruto, quickly spirals into something far more heated when a playful video game bet spirals out of control—and she ends up on the losing end.The consequence?
A challenge that's far more intimate than she ever saw coming.
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"Um, hello? I'd like to place an order for delivery from—"
Hinata's voice wobbled, cracking like a badly scratched record the moment the words left her lips.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
Cleared her throat.
And tried again.
"—I'd like to place an order for delivery, um, from Kumo Ramen."
The voice on the other end responded almost immediately—a male—but there was a noticeable pause before he launched into his prepped-and-practiced greeting.
"Hai... this is Kumo Ramen! How may I—?"
"Ooh~"
A moan slipped from her lips—soft, breathy, and completely unintentional. Hinata's lavender eyes shot wide, sheer panic flashing across her face as she slapped a hand over her mouth as if trying to stuff the sound back in.
Oh no.
A long, awkward silence stretched across the line.
"...Ma'am?" The employee's voice returned, but this time, his upbeat customer service tone gave way to genuine confusion.
"Are you alright? You sound a little... off."
Hinata gasped, but any desperate attempt to save face flew straight out the window the instant she heard it.
Another voice.
It was low and smug, far too amused given the circumstances.
"Move your hand."
The husky voice curled into her ear. Hot. Insistent.
"I want to hear everything."
Hinata shuddered, heat flooding her cheeks. Her grip tightened on her phone as she hesitated, but the warning press of rock-hard hips from behind told her she had no choice but to obey.
Slowly—so painfully slowly—she lowered her hand from her mouth.
"I—I'm fine!" She blurted, way too high-pitched to be believable.
The employee on the phone didn't sound convinced. At all.
"You sure? You sound kinda... out of breath."
"I'm—mmm—"
"You're not selling it, Hina."
There it was again—that voice.
It was a voice she knew all too well—one that had reduced her to mush more times than she cared to admit.
Naruto Uzumaki.
Her naughty, no-good, shamelessly smug boyfriend.
This time, his voice came at her like a lazy purr, smooth and unhurried, but deadly all the same.
And just like that, her body betrayed her.
Her back stiffened, her thighs clenched, and a sharp, involuntary jolt rippled through her—pure instinct, triggered by the very voice that always knew exactly how to unravel her.
"We had a bet, remember?"
Hinata's breath caught in her throat.
Oh yeah...
The bet.
It all came rushing back now.
Naruto's cocky smirk, his obnoxious victory cheer ringing through the room, the controller slipping uselessly from her grip—and then that godawful, retina-searing flash of defeat that exploded across the TV screen like a blazing billboard from hell.
PLAYER 1 WINS.
PLAYER 2 LOSES.
And Player 2?
Yeah. That was her.
Kami, even the game's victory music was still lodged in her brain, looping like some sadistic little jingle designed to taunt her pride. It echoed over and over, a cruel reminder that she'd lost.
Badly.
And it was that exact moment—that humiliating defeat—that had landed her in the utter mess she was in now.
But the day hadn't started like this.
Not so infuriating.
Not so embarrassing.
And definitely not so humiliating.
No, in fact, it had all begun rather... innocently.
Just a warm, lazy summer morning.
It was finally summer break—a long-awaited, hard-earned reprieve after a semester from hell. College had been brutal, to say the least. Endless deadlines, soul-crushing exams, and group projects where Hinata basically had to carry the entire load herself while her so-called partners sat back with empty smiles and contributed absolutely nothing. And let's not forget the professors—dishing out stress like it was extra credit.
So, when summer break finally did roll around, Naruto—being Naruto—didn't even ask. He just decided, all on his own, that he'd be spending the break at her place.
Not that it was anything new.
He always did.
During holidays. During breaks.
Even on random weekends when he claimed his dorm room was "too quiet to function" and he needed a "change of scenery." Hinata had long since accepted that her apartment had basically become his unofficial second home.
So yeah—she expected it.
And truthfully, Hinata actually looked forward to it.
Even when she rolled her eyes or let out one of her signature dramatic sighs every time he texted, "I'm on my way," the truth was—she loved having him around.
Her loud, chaotic, knuckleheaded man-child of a boyfriend brought a kind of energy into her life that she never knew she craved. He kept her on her toes—never letting a moment go dull, always stirring up the pot by having something stupid to say or an impulsive idea he just had to drag her into.
He was exhausting—but in that addictively comforting way she secretly couldn't live without.
And, of course, Naruto never did anything halfway.
When it came time for him to come over, he didn't just show up like a normal person.
Oh no—not her boyfriend.
Instead, this lunatic came in like a one-man hurricane, crashing through the door with everything he owned in tow. Armed to the teeth with duffel bags bulging with snacks, his console tucked under one arm, and two controller cords tangled around his neck like some kind of scarf.
And the energy drinks?
Kami help her.
He brought enough to stock an entire vending machine—definitely more than any one person should be trusted with without medical supervision, especially in his case.
"Summer starts now, baby!" was the very first thing he yelled—at full, unapologetic volume.
Grinning from ear to ear like the total drama king he always was, he marched in, dumped his entire chaotic haul across her living room table, and then flung himself onto the couch dramatically, like he owned the place.
Hinata had rolled her eyes then, but honestly... it made her smile.
Because yeah—Naruto could be an absolute menace, and yeah, he could be so freaking loud, but when he was excited like that?
He was actually...kinda adorable.
Key word: kinda.
The majority of the time spent together was actually...fun.
The two lounged around, laughed at dumb movies, play-argued over what to binge-watch next, and stuffed their faces with junk food. Every now and then, Naruto would actually surprise her with shockingly good shoulder massages whenever she complained about how stiff her back felt after finals.
That is—if he wasn't already planted in front of the TV, controller in hand, fully immersed in whatever game had taken over his attention span.
Priorities, apparently.
Her boyfriend was, without question, a die-hard gaming addict through and through—the kind who could lose hours to the screen in an endless marathon of button-mashing, talking smack to no one in particular, and breaking into the most obnoxiously smug victory dances every time he won (which, to her eternal dismay, was often).
He took his games way too seriously—like there was a championship title at stake or a fat check waiting for him at the end of every match.
It didn't even matter what the game was—if it had a screen and a controller, he was in.
Brawlers, sports games, first-person/third-person shooters, open-world adventures, or some bizarre indie game no one but Naruto had ever heard of—he was always down to play, always determined to win, and always the most obnoxious show-off on the planet whenever he did.
And so, as he played away, Hinata just watched.
It was actually pretty...chill.
Exactly what she needed.
Until... he pulled out that game.
Mortal Kombat.
Naruto's favorite.
His unfair advantage.
"Let's make things interesting." Naruto had said slyly as he slipped a controller into her trembling hands.
And that was the moment everything began to spiral downhill.
Hinata wasn't even remotely good at combat games. She'd admitted that—repeatedly. To Naruto, to her friends, and even to herself.
She wasn't shy about it.
She knew exactly what kind of gamer she was.
She was the "cozy farm sim" type.
The "slow-paced puzzle-solving" kind of girl.
The one who preferred cooking simulators and wholesome life sim games where she could build a cute little house and raise a family of pixelated babies in peace.
Now, that was her jam.
But Naruto never let her live it down.
He teased her constantly for it—always picking on her for having the gaming interests of someone's sweet ol' grandma—but honestly, she didn't care.
That was her.
That was comfort.
That was safe.
So when it came to games like Mortal Kombat? Absolutely not.
The characters moved way too fast, darting across the screen like they were on steroids, and the combos?
Utterly ridiculous.
Who in their right mind could actually memorize all that nonsense?
Hinata could barely keep track of which button punched and which one blocked, let alone anything more complex like the special moves, or rather, those brutal X-ray things. She was lucky if she didn't accidentally uppercut herself off the map.
And the fatalities? Kami, she hated those the most.
They freaked her out every single time.
They were so graphic, so violent—she couldn't even watch one without immediately slapping her hands over her eyes.
Naruto, however, seemed to live for triggering those brutal finishers after every match—and deep down, Hinata was pretty sure he did it on purpose, just to get a rise out of her—to hear her squeal, look away, or flail the controller around in a panic.
He'd laugh every time, too, like the big ol' meanie he was.
But if the controller was in her hands?
Absolutely not. Fatalities were off the table.
She wasn't about to willingly watch someone's spine get ripped out or their head explode in HD.
So when it was her turn to "fight," Hinata stuck to what she knew best—no combos, no fancy tactics, just good old-fashioned button mashing and blind hope.
It was chaotic. Clumsy. Mostly dumb luck.
But honestly, it was the only way she even stood a chance.
And that's when the memory of the bet came flooding back to her.
The dumb, ridiculous, why-the-hell-did-I-agree-to-this bet.
The memory still burned, her cheeks flushing hotter just thinking about it. She remembered the moment Naruto leaned back like the cocky little demon he was, arms folded behind his head, smirking wide and smug when he said it.
"Loser does whatever the winner says. No take-backs."
She should've backed out.
She knew she wasn't good at the game.
She knew exactly what Naruto was like—how annoyingly competitive he could get.
But still... she gave in.
Why?
Because he hit her with that stupid, manipulative grin of his—the one that always slipped past her defenses, no matter how firm she tried to be. And then came the second blow: that smooth, teasing voice, laced with fake innocence, like the whole thing was just harmless fun, nothing she needed to take seriously.
"Come on, Hina, let's close the night on a good note, eh?"
Hinata could still hear his voice, still see that look of his—the one that should've been a glaring, flashing red flag for her.
But nooo.
She just had to smile back, like the hopeless fool in love that she was, and think, "What's the worst that could happen?"
And as it turned out...
This.
This was the worst that could happen.
Lying flat on her stomach. Face on fire. Trying to sound halfway normal while placing their dinner order—as if she wasn't currently getting fucked from behind.
Meanwhile, Naruto, in all his wicked, smug glory, had made it his personal mission to completely unravel her.
To push her to the edge.
To make sure she cracked.
And the worst part?
He was well on track to pulling off that win too.
A sharp, sudden thrust drove Hinata forward, her body lurching as the bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with a solid, echoing thud. Her pillow absorbed most of her moans, but the heat of her boyfriend's body above her was impossible to ignore.
Hinata could feel him—every inch.
His thick, rock-hard cock driving into her—again and again.
His cock was nestled perfectly between the tight cleft of her pearly asscheeks, the thick length pressed snug against those warm, plushy mounds like she was his own personal pillow. His body was braced over hers, firm and solid, his chest dragging along her back with every deep grind of his hips.
Hinata still wore her adorable pink tank top from lounging earlier, but now, the soft fabric was bunched up beneath the weight of his body, riding high as his body pressed firmly against hers. Her matching pajama pants had been shoved down to her ankles, tangled together with her panties in a useless knot at her feet.
The heat from Naruto's thick, veiny hands only fanned the fire already blazing in her cheeks—his palms pressed deep into the pillows on either side of her head, holding himself up just enough to avoid collapsing entirely on her.
He was practically planked on top of her.
Under normal circumstances, Hinata would've been thrilled to have her boyfriend rail her into her mattress—to feel his full weight pressing her down, to be smothered beneath him as he stuffed her full of cock.
But now?
While she was on the phone?
Absolutely not. No way.
...Except she had lost that bet.
And the moment that reality settled—he thrust again.
With a sharp, deliberate push of his hips, Naruto drove the bulbous head of his cock past her entrance, forcing her to take him all, forcing her walls to stretch wide around him. The rest of his thick, burning-hot shaft followed close behind, slow and steady, pushing in inch by aching inch.
Her back arched violently from the intense fullness.
The sound that ripped from her mouth was raw and unfiltered—a squeal so high and desperate it embarrassed her on the spot. No matter how hard she tried to hold it back, her body had other plans.
Panicked, she buried her face into the pillows, trying to smother the sound, hoping the poor guy still on the phone hadn't heard the filthy truth of what was happening on the other end of the line.
Kami, she couldn't do this.
"Ma'am? Uh... ma'am?"
Naruto chuckled, reaching forward to tangle his fingers in her hair, forcing her to lift her head. He guided her hand, bringing the phone back to her lips.
"Go on, Hina."
"I—I'm still here," She squeaked pathetically, her voice barely more than a breath.
She could not embarrass herself. Not now.
"Hai, I-I'd like to order... um," Hinata paused, exhaling a slow, steady breath as she tried to dig through the haze in her brain and remember their usual order, "t-two large bowls of your m-miso ramen, " She stammered again, her voice trembling as she clutched the phone, "with extra pork, a-and two helpings of your specialty rolls... I-I think it's called the, uh... the—mmm..."
Another deep thrust slammed into her from behind.
Hinata's lavender eyes squeezed shut, her lips parting in a silent gasp. Quickly, she bit down hard on her lip, desperately trying to keep any sound from slipping out.
She was sure Naruto was behind her, grinning like the smug bastard he was—fully enjoying every second of her desperate struggle to keep it together.
She didn't even have to look.
She just knew.
"It's the Moonfire Dragon Roll," He murmured, lips ghosting against her ear like he was innocently offering help on homework, and totally not wrecking her from behind. His voice was far too casual for what he was actually doing to her body—for how completely he was shattering her ability to form coherent words.
"Go on, babe," He purred once more, hips rolling just enough to make her legs quake beneath him.
"Tell him the rest of our order."
"H-Hai." Hinata stammered into the phone, "The Moonfire Dragon Roll."
"Okay, got it," the employee replied, the faint scratch of a pen scribbling in the background accompanying his words.
But the hesitation in his voice lingered.
"Uh... are you sure you're alright? You don't exactly sound like you're feeling well."
There was a brief, awkward pause—like he was debating whether to press further.
But then...he just had to ask that question.
"...Is there... someone else there with you?"
Hinata's eyes widened in horror.
Oh no.
Does he know?
Could he hear Naruto?
Even though he was whispering, Naruto was right at her ear, and the phone was so close—was it that obvious?
"Uh oh. That doesn't sound good for you, Hina," Naruto murmured in a mock-sympathetic tone, his lips brushing teasingly close to her ear.
Hinata squeaked again, this time in pure embarrassment.
She yanked the phone away from her lips and twisted back to glare at him—only to nearly melt when she was met with the sight of his hooded blue eyes, dark and heavy with lust, partially veiled by tousled blonde hair that hung across his brow.
He bit his lip. Seductively. Unfairly.
But she wasn't going to let that distract her.
Her pout held firm.
"It's all your fault," She hissed, reaching back to shove at his chest, "You and your terrible bet. I can't keep my voice down when you—"
"When I what, huh?" Naruto cut in, low and naughty.
He didn't wait for a reply. Didn't need one.
Instead, he rolled his hips again, slow and deep—like he already knew exactly what she was going to say.
Hinata's breath hitched hard, her hips instinctively pressing into the mattress before springing back up from the sheer force of his thrust.
She felt everything.
The way her inner walls seemed to clench tighter while in this position, the way his cock stretched her pussy out, the way her body reacted more intensely without the sight of him to brace against.
It made everything so much more difficult.
Not seeing him.
And she just knew—that was the point.
Another calculated move, straight from Naruto's wicked little playbook.
She bit her lip once more, her head jerking forward as she hurriedly snatched the phone back to her ear.
She couldn't lie.
She wouldn't lie.
That would just make everything worse.
So, she took a shaky breath, forced her voice to sound as normal as possible, and spoke again.
"I—I... yeah, it's just my b-boyfriend," She stammered, swallowing hard, "He's, um... he's here with me."
"Hmm..." the Kumo employee murmured thoughtfully, as if weighing her answer with mild suspicion.
"I just... just need to finish placing this order, please..." She squeaked again, her voice half-strangled as another deep, punishing thrust rocked through her body, leaving her limbs trembling beneath her.
She was just about to speed through the rest of their order, ready to hang up and be done with this nightmare, when she felt the warm brush of her boyfriend's breath against her ear.
"Ask about their specials."
Her stomach tightened as she heard Naruto's command.
She knew what he was doing.
It was a tease, a way to drag this out longer, to make it harder for her.
Damn him.
Another slam.
The bed creaked beneath them.
His cock slid between her cheeks, pushing in so deep she swore she could feel him deep in her guts, like he was trying to play pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey with her belly button.
He was so deep.
Hinata's entire body spasmed, heat pooling in her core, pressure building.
"Ask him, baby."
Her breath hitched.
"Oh, uh—" She gulped, "s-sorry to trouble you further, b-but could you tell me about y-your specials, s-sir?" She managed, barely masking the way her voice trembled.
"Sure," the employee replied, launching into another practiced spiel, "Tonight, we have a spicy tuna roll with a yuzu citrus glaze, as well as our chef's signature yokozuna roll with—"
Suddenly, Naruto's hands slid up, one reaching around her torso, fingers gripping the hem of her tank top.
Hinata whimpered.
"Mmm, that sounds goood," Naruto groaned behind her, blissfully ignoring the poor employee still on the line. Before Hinata could even register what was happening, Naruto had already pulled her top up, causing her breasts to spill free, bouncing slightly as they tumbled onto the sheets below.
She let out a sharp, startled gasp, her breath catching in her throat.
"N-Narutooo—"
"What do you think, Hina?" He murmured hotly.
Her free hand clutched the sheets.
"Wh-Wha—mmm."
Hinata tried to focus—on the phone call, on the employee's voice, on the specials, literally on anything that wasn't her boyfriend's warm palm suddenly cupping her left breast. He kneaded gently, his warm fingers lazily toying with the soft, plushy flesh before his thumb and forefinger teased the sensitive peak.
He gave it a pinch.
Hinata flinched.
Meanwhile, the man on the phone continued on.
"...And if you're looking for something lighter, we also have a miso-glazed salmon nigiri that pairs well with—"
Naruto's thumb flicked over her nipple, and Hinata nearly bit through her lip.
"That one sounds good too, shit." Naruto mused, his voice dripping with amusement.
"Doesn't it, Hina?"
Her lips parted, but she could barely speak.
"Hmm?" He coaxed, his voice low and curious as his hand slid over to palm her right breast, while his fingers on the left continued to roll her nipple slowly, teasingly, like he had all the time in the world.
Her entire body trembled.
"Haiii~" Another uninhibited moan slipped out, "That sounds so goood," She gasped in a breathless whimper, barely processing his words as her head tilted back against his shoulder.
She could hear the smile in his voice as he pressed a kiss to her ear.
"Good girl."
The man on the phone, still clueless, merely continued speaking.
"Would you like to try, um, any of that tonight, miss?" the employee asked, his tone still polite—but definitely suspicious now, like he was trying to piece together whatever strange situation he'd stumbled into.
Before Hinata could answer, Naruto's voice slid right into her ear.
"Tell him no." He chuckled darkly, "I was just fucking with you, baby—no need to rack up a bill we can't cover."
Hinata groaned quietly, her face burning with frustration—and arousal—but she still managed to choke out her answer.
"N-No, not today—or t-tonight, I mean!"
"Alright then," the employee replied, his voice slipping back into a scripted tone, almost like a robot, "So that's two large bowls of miso ramen with extra pork, and two orders of Moonfire Dragon Rolls."
There was a pause.
"Would you like to add a drink with that?"
Naruto's hands slipped around her waist, fingers digging into her hips.
"Mmm, now that's a good question," He murmured slyly, just before rolling his hips in deep, hitting her sweet spot with a slow, devastating stroke.
"You thirsty, baby?" He groaned, his lips brushing her ear, "Fuck... I know I am."
Hinata nearly dropped the phone on the spot. Her knuckles whitened around the device from how tightly she clutched it, straining with everything she had just to stay still—just to hold back the scream rising fast in her throat.
She couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think.
Kami.
Why, oh why, does he have to be like this?
Why now? Of all times?
Why does Naruto have to be so kami-forsaken hot?
Hinata was unraveling, falling apart bit by bit, and the even worst-worst part?
She couldn't even hold it all together.
She blew out a few shaky breaths like she was having contractions, desperately trying to calm herself, trying to get a grip before she completely embarrassed herself. She turned her head back toward him, attempting a glare—but the strained, twitching expression on her face made her look more constipated than mad.
"N-No," She stammered, giving her head a quick shake, "No drinks. We've already got some here." She added, the words coming out sharp, like she was scolding a toddler. But when she caught sight of her boyfriend's face—that unbothered, infuriatingly smug grin still perfectly intact—her stomach sank.
"Hmm." He hummed, his dark blue eyes trailing slowly down her barely-clothed body, sizing her up.
"Yeah... you're right."
Suddenly—everything blurred.
Strong hands snatched her up, and in the blink of an eye, she was flipped onto her back, a startled squeal tearing from her throat as her phone flew from her grasp, skidding across the bedspread.
Before she could even process what had just happened, her legs were pushed up—high—folded above her, completely exposing her dripping, flushed cunt to the man now hovering over her.
"N-Naruto-kun!" She gasped, wide-eyed.
"Mmm, my drink is right here." Naruto groaned, and without hesitation, he dove in, mouth latching onto her soaked folds with those devilishly skilled lips of his.
"Nghh~" Hinata's eyes rolled back instantly, her body arching sharply off the bed as pleasure tore through her—rippling up her shaky thighs and sinking deep into her already aching core.
Naruto slurped up her juices with loud, messy, and unapologetically obnoxious slurps—and she knew without adoubt he was doing it on purpose. It was like he wanted whoever might still be on the line to hear exactly what he was doing to her.
Did he have no shame at all?
It was honestly baffling!
One of her hands fumbled blindly across the sheets, searching for where her phone had landed, while the other reached out in a desperate attempt to push his head back.
This is bad. This is so bad.
Naruto's going completely overboard.
At this rate, they were definitely going to be found out—if they hadn't been already!
Her pants and underwear were bunched awkwardly around her knees, tangled like restraints, making it impossible to move her legs. Not that she could. Not with Naruto's strong hands clamped around her thighs, holding her wide open, forcing her to endure every greedy, wet flick of his tongue as he devoured her.
"Stop it, Naruto-kun. St-Stop it," Hinata whispered, frantic and breathless, her sweaty palm pressing against his forehead, trying to shove him away.
But it was like trying to move a damn boulder.
He didn't budge. Not an inch.
Instead, he looked up briefly, licking his lips—shiny with her slick—and gave her a lewd, glistening smirk that made her thighs twitch.
Then, he just dove right back in. Totally unbothered.
Hinata gritted her teeth, her breath hitching as she smacked his shoulder, a quick, frustrated hit that earned her nothing but a low, vibrating chuckle deep inside her pussy.
"You're unbelievable." She hissed.
Biting her lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, she reached again, eyes locked on her only hope of sanity—her phone.
It took a few desperate stretches—missing by inches as Naruto's tongue dragged across her clit, making her hips jolt. It also took some shaky breathing, and two full-body moans that Naruto shamelessly pulled out of her just for fun, but...
She got it.
Her fingers clutched her phone, her heart hammering as she flipped it over, praying—begging—the call hadn't disconnected.
It hadn't.
She could still hear the poor guy on the other end, his voice now sharp and antsy, clearly worried.
"Ma'am. Ma'am—okay, I'm just going to assume that's everything you want, alright?"
Hinata's face was flushed, her body trembling from overstimulation.
"H-Haiii~" She breathed into the phone, her voice more moan than word.
The Kumo employee cleared his throat, clearly over it.
"Alright. Once the call ends, you'll receive a confirmation text with a link—just tap it to input your address."
Another pause.
"You'll see the full total of your order there—you can pay online or at the door of your home, whatever works."
There was the soft click of a keyboard, and then he spoke his final words.
"Thank you for choosing Kumo Ramen. Have... a good night."
His voice dropped another octave, muttering under his breath as if not realizing the mic was still hot...
"...Man, I need a break."
Click.
The line went dead.
And just as the call finally ended—mercilessly—Naruto's mouth latched right back onto her clit, like he'd been waiting for the green light to go absolutely feral.
No pause.
No mercy.
Not even a second of hesitation.
As if she wasn't still reeling from having the most humiliating phone call of her entire life.
"Mmm, that was a close one, eh, Hina?" Naruto teased, voice muffled by her lush thighs, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.
"Sh-Shut up!" Hinata squealed, trying to sound mad, but it came out breathless and pathetic, all heat and no bite.
"Seriously, Naruto-kun, you're the worst—eek!"
Her fingers burrowed deep into his messy blonde hair, gripping tight, almost ripping the stands straight from his scalp, as his tongue worked in fast, relentless circles around her fat clit—each flick making her nerves spark like live wires.
Then he dipped lower, tongue dragging along her soaked folds before latching around her entrance, licking and sucking every drop she had to give. He thrust his head forward, then back, then forward again—rubbing his face into her like a man possessed, giving her folds a ride so rough and wet it made her legs shake against his head.
She squealed, covering her mouth with one hand, "Gahh! That was s-so embarrassing! I literally felt like I was gonna die!" She cried, throwing her head back against her pillows, her cheeks burning hotter than a stovetop.
"You're the one who agreed to the deal, babe," Naruto said rather casually, his voice muffled slightly as he spoke into the heat radiating off her pussy, his lips nearly burning from how hot she was.
"You lost," He added with a low chuckle, pausing just long enough to plant a slow, lingering kiss on the inside of her trembling thigh.
"Don't be a sore loser."
"Ugh—I didn't think the bet would end up like this!"
"Oh, what?" Naruto teased, tilting his head, his blonde hair tickling the inside of her thighs as he grinned up at her.
"You mean with you moaning your pretty little ass off like you were starring in some over-the-top hentai flick?" Naruto smirked, mock-rolling his eyes back as he launched into a ridiculously high-pitched imitation of her voice.
"Haiii, sooo good. Haiii~" He mocked, grinning wide, "Yeah, let me just moan nice and loud so everyone at Kumo Ramen can hear me." He teased, voice soft and pitch-perfect—nailing her tone a little too well for comfort. He even let go of her legs for a moment, tapping his fingers together in mock shyness, just to drive the joke home.
Hinata's jaw dropped, her face going redder by the second.
"I was trying to salvage our food order, you absolute baka!" She hissed, yanking at his hair—though it came off more flustered than furious. Naruto just laughed, throwing his hands up to block the series of embarrassed, half-hearted swats that followed.
"And you're the one who made it impossible to hold it together, so don't you dare act innocent!"
Naruto's only response was another low chuckle, his mouth hot against her skin, clearly reveling in the chaos he'd created—and loving every second of it.
"Uh-huh." His hands caught hers with ease, and in one smooth motion, he rose up just enough to pin her wrists above her head, making her squeak in surprise.
"And I was just helping you work up an appetite," He said with a smug hum of satisfaction against her lips.
Naruto grinned deviously.
"You're welcome, by the way."
"You're lucky I still even want to eat!" Hinata huffed, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
He merely gave a nonchalant shrug.
"Ugh, I hate you so much!" She whined, kicking her feet.
"No, you don't, babe."
Hinata rolled her eyes so hard it nearly gave her a headache—though whether it was from exasperation or bliss, she honestly couldn't even tell anymore.
She hated how Naruto always managed to win their little spats—how he somehow always had the last word, that smug smirk ready before she even formed a comeback.
He knew her too damn well.
Knew just how to push her buttons, how to read her silence, and how to read every flicker of emotion on her face before she even had the chance to speak.
He was frustrating.
And he was being frustrating now.
"Wh-Whatever. I need to finish this." She groaned, blowing out a breath. She managed to wiggle herself out of Naruto's hold just so she could reach for her phone again.
Her fingers fumbled clumsily as she opened the message the employee had mentioned—the one tied to her number. She clicked the link, typed in her address, and skimmed over the order total glowing on the screen.
"I can pay online... or at the door..." She muttered in contemplation to herself.
Naruto merely shrugged, clearly unfazed.
"Well, while you handle all that..." He murmured, letting his words trail off as he nestled his head right back between her thighs. His hands slid up slowly, fingers curling around the backs of her legs as he gently eased them apart again, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
"I'm gonna stay right here."
And he did.
The entire damn time.
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A Few Minutes Later
"Delivery! Kumo Ramen!"
A cheerful voice rang out throughout the apartment, muffled by the front door, yet unmistakably clear. Just seconds later came a series of firm knocks, sharp enough to make the walls shudder ever so slightly.
Hinata's lavender eyes flew open, wide with alarm, as a surge of panic burst to life in her chest. The instant those knocks hit, she swore she could feel her heart hurl itself straight into her throat.
Oh, Kami.
Already?!
She hadn't even had time to pull herself together—her body was still buzzing, her legs still trembling, and she swore she could still feel Naruto's tongue on her like a ghost that refused to leave.
And now the delivery guy was here. Early.
Of course, he was.
Her bedroom was an absolute warzone—her sheets were tangled, pillows scattered in every direction across the bed, and her phone was nowhere in sight, likely buried beneath the comforter or wedged between the mattress and the wall.
Not that she cared.
Honestly, she wasn't sure she ever wanted to see that thing again.
Not after... everything that had just happened.
The air still hung thick with heat, heavy and humid with the lingering scent of sweat and sex, clinging to the walls like it was soaked into the paint.
Her pink tank top was riding high, bunched awkwardly above her still exposed chest, while her pajama pants were tangled around one of her ankles, hanging there like dead weight, completely useless at this point. Her hair was a wild, untamable mess, the dark blue strands clinging to her sweat-soaked forehead, sticking up in every direction.
She looked as wrecked as she felt.
A complete disaster.
Naruto, on the other hand, was having the time of his life.
He was now lying on top of her, arms wrapped tightly around her body as he held her through the aftershocks of yet another orgasm he'd wrung from her—with absolutely no intention of moving any time soon.
His head was nestled snugly between her heaving breasts, his whiskered cheek resting warm against her sternum, his lips curled into a smug, self-satisfied grin she could practically feel.
When the knocks at the front door came, Naruto only shifted slightly, lifting his head just enough to flash her a wolfish grin.
"Guess it's showtime, babe." He teased, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You stay here," Hinata hissed through clenched teeth, thrusting her hand out and planting it firmly against his chest. To her surprise, he actually let her push him—tumbling back onto the other side of the bed with a low, amused laugh that made her scowl even deeper.
She shot him a glare as he sprawled out like an overstuffed cat, arms stretching wide across the sheets.
"Don't be gone long, Hinaaa~" He called after her in a sing-song voice, clearly just trying to annoy her further.
But she didn't take the bait.
Not this time.
Instead, she moved. Fast.
With her legs still shaking from before and her body buzzing from the lingering aftershocks of her many orgasms, she stumbled off her bed, struggling to regain her balance and steady herself.
She managed it—barely—but barely was enough for her.
Running on pure adrenaline, she lunged forward and snatched her oversized purple hoodie from the lounge chair in her room. Her hands fumbled clumsily, yanking it over her rumpled tank top, which at this point was more twisted than wearable.
Her pajama pants and underwear were still only halfway up her legs, clinging like they refused to let go. With a frustrated huff, she kicked them off completely, abandoning the tangled mess on the floor.
She bolted out of the room and down the short hallway, yanking her hoodie down as far as it would stretch, desperately trying to cover herself—or at least hide the very obvious fact that she was wearing barely anything underneath.
Her bare legs shuffled quickly across the floor, feet wobbling a little as she hurried toward the front door. Her heart pounded, her balance was shaky, and her whole body was still betraying the aftermath of what Naruto had done to her just moments ago.
She shouldn't think about that now.
Another knock.
"I'm c-coming!" She squeaked, hurrying toward the door in a frantic, unsteady stumble.
With one hand, she unlocked the door, and with the other, she clutched her hoodie tightly around her hips, trying desperately to keep herself covered. She cracked the door open by the grip of the handle—just a sliver, just enough to reveal her chest and up, keeping everything else safely out of view.
"H-Hi!" She greeted, her voice squeaky and breathless—the same exact tone she'd used on the phone not too long ago.
The delivery man blinked, visibly caught off guard.
He looked to be around her age—young, maybe a college student himself, with a slim build and a slightly awkward demeanor.
Probably just working a part-time job for the summer.
He was dressed in the standard Kumo Ramen uniform—a black polo shirt with gold trim, the restaurant's signature swirling cloud logo stitched over the chest, paired with khaki cargo pants and a matching cap perched atop his tousled brown hair. A simple name tag hung crooked on his chest, the laminated plastic catching the hallway light just enough to show the name:
Takumi.
A brown delivery satchel was slung across his torso, and an oversized takeout bag was cradled carefully in one hand.
Takumi tilted his head, brow creasing slightly as he took in the sight of the girl in front of him—sweaty, red-faced, with a hoodie pulled low, and her face barely peeking out from the narrow crack in the door.
"Uh... hey." He held up the large, oversized bag of food, glancing at the crinkled receipt hanging off the side.
"Delivery for Hinata Hyuga?"
"H-Hai, that's me," She replied, breathlessly.
Takumi gave a short nod, "Alrighty. Got your order right here—two large miso ramen with extra pork along with two orders of the Moonfire Dragon Roll, right?"
"H-Hai! That's my order." Hinata nodded far too quickly, her voice high-pitched and strained, barely holding it together.
And then—she felt it.
That familiar presence.
The warm, solid press of a bare chest against her back.
Her breath hitched hard.
Naruto's chest.
Oh no.
His hands were already sliding under the hem of the oversized hoodie she'd just thrown on, his thick, wandering fingers gliding up the bare skin of her stomach with a boldness that made her grit her teeth.
What the hell was he doing?!
He was so damn quiet.
She hadn't even heard his footsteps.
Hadn't even realized he was behind her.
"Keep still." She heard him whisper in her ear.
She barely had time to squeak before he pressed in close, his cock slipping between her thighs, the warmth of his pre-cum smearing slick against her skin. His hands tightened around her hips, keeping her nice and still—just the way he wanted.
"Uhh, everything okay, miss?" The delivery man asked, his brow arching in concern.
Hinata didn't even notice how visibly she was trembling, her fingers gripping the doorframe in a white-knuckled clutch.
"F-Fine!" She squeaked out, forcing a smile that was way too strained to be convincing, especially as Naruto's palm slid to the small of her back, tilting her hips into a subtle, humiliating arch.
"Just—h-hungry!"
With her back turned, Hinata had no idea what Naruto was up to, couldn't see how he had already wrapped a hand around his cock, lazily stroking himself as he lined up behind her, positioning his swollen head right at her twitching entrance.
Then, from just behind the door, Naruto gave a shallow thrust, his cock sliding right into her with maddening precision—no sound and no warning.
Pleasure was imminent.
Hinata bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, desperate to stifle the moan clawing its way up her throat. Her lashes fluttered, breath coming out in short, ragged bursts, her entire body tight with tension, trembling in a way that was impossible not to notice.
"Uh... right," Takumi said, his tone awkward, clearly sensing something was off but not sure what.
"Well, uh... here's your food, miss."
Hinata nodded a little too quickly, reaching out to take the bag—but something else beat her to it.
Her lavender eyes flew wide in alarm as a large, tan hand suddenly slipped through the narrow crack in the door, snatching the bag clean from her grasp and yanking it straight into the apartment.
The delivery man froze, his eyes locked on the space just above her head where the hand had appeared—very clearly male, very much not hers.
In a matter of seconds, his expression shifted from polite to confused, to full-blown horror, his lips parting like he was about to say something but couldn't find the words.
The poor guy looked like he'd just seen a ghost.
But he wasn't the only one horrified.
Hell, Hinata could practically feel her soul leave her body.
Her entire body flushed a mortified, full-body crimson, hotter than anything she'd ever felt in her life.
Oh. My. Kami!
This could not be happening.
The utter embarrassment she felt hit her like a brick wall—no, worse.
This was, without a doubt, the most humiliating moment of her entire life. Every awkward memory she'd ever cringed over suddenly felt like a tiny inconvenience compared to this.
No, this was the crown jewel of humiliation.
Hinata swore she could feel the blood rushing in her ears, her vision slightly tilting as the reality of what just happened hit her full force.
She genuinely thought she might pass out.
Hinata held the door tighter, her voice cracking with embarrassment.
"T-That's my boyfriend! Please just... just i-ignore him!" She squeaked, snapping her eyes shut as the words left her mouth in a full-on panicked screech.
Takumi blinked, clearly caught off guard and struggling to process the situation.
"Oh! Uh, that makes sense..." He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to recover from what he just saw, "Anyway, you paid online, and left a tip, so you're all set. Oh!"
He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a receipt and pen, holding them out with stiff hands.
"You, uh... just need to sign this real quick."
"O-Oh. Eek—!"
She gasped sharply as Naruto suddenly picked up the pace, his hands finding her hips again, gripping tight to keep her steady.
His thrusts grew faster, harder, his hips snapping forward with sharp, relentless force against her ass. The impact of his thrusts was so intense, it felt like—if she didn't know any better—he was trying to fuck her straight through the front door.
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed faintly in the hallway, and it took every ounce of willpower to not just collapse right there on the floor.
Hinata's legs shook pathetically, like branches in a storm, barely able to keep her standing.
Was Naruto completely out of his mind?!
What if Takumi heard?
What if she slipped up and moaned?
What if they got caught—right here, right now?
She needed to hurry.
Her hand shook violently as she snatched the pen and receipt from Takumi, trying her absolute best to scribble her name down.
It was a total mess.
Letters missing.
Lines trembling.
It looked like a signature from a toddler.
But she didn't care.
"H-Here you go!" She blurted, shoving the paper toward the poor boy like it was on fire.
"Uh... c-cool," His gaze flicked from the paper to her flushed, jittery face, then down to her body, which was subtly rocking, like she couldn't quite stay still. He gave her an awkward nod, retreating toward the hallway of the apartment complex.
"W-Well, uh... you have yourself a... good night," He mumbled awkwardly, already turning to leave.
But then, he paused mid-step.
With a glance over his shoulder and a sly little smirk, he added...something else.
"And your boyfriend too."
Hinata let out a mortified squeal, slamming the door shut with a loud thunk.
The moment the door clicked shut, Hinata spun around, her back pressing against the wood with a quiet thump as she finally came face-to-face with him—the blonde menace himself.
Naruto.
"You're insane," She panted, breathless, her face redder than ever.
Naruto flashed her a grin—the smuggest damn grin she'd ever seen—and chuckled as he casually stepped forward. He dipped down, pressing slow, teasing kisses along her neck. His cock swayed freely between his legs, still slick with her arousal, glistening from being buried inside her only seconds ago.
"Sorry, not sorry, babe." He shrugged, "You were taking too long."
Hinata gasped, eyes wide, "I was gone for, like, a few seconds!"
"Exactly. That's a few seconds too long."
"Ughh, whatever."
"Yeah, but you love it."
Naruto leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear, "Now say it. Tell me you love it."
Hinata groaned, lips forming a defiant pout as she crossed her arms over her hoodie—still hiked halfway up her stomach.
"Nope."
Naruto tsked, wagging a finger at her with that maddening smirk in place.
"Hinaaa... remember our bet," He said in a sing-song tone that made her want to punch him in the face, "You've gotta do what I say."
She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt.
"Fine," She muttered under her breath, sulking, "...I loved it."
Naruto raised a brow.
"Louder, baby."
Her eyes narrowed, but after a long, frustrated breath... she gave in.
"I loved it," She said again—louder, firmer.
Naruto's smirk deepened, clearly satisfied.
"Hai," She breathed, going further, her tone soft but certain, "I loved the way you made me keep it together while you fucked me," She murmured, drawing confidence from the gleam of approval glowing in her boyfriend's piercing cerulean eyes.
She inched closer to him, watching as those eyes trailed down, slowly drinking in every movement she made. She folded her hands in front of her waist, the perfect image of sweet innocence—even as truth spilled from her mouth, one raw, breathless confession after another.
"I loved how you teased me while I was on the phone—how you made me talk like nothing was happening while your cock was buried inside me... even when I was answering the door just now."
She moaned, her breath hitching just slightly as the words left her lips.
"And I especially loved that you knew I'd never be able to say no to you—bet or not."
Naruto gave her that dangerous, rewarding smirk, the kind that never failed to make her weak in the knees.
"That's my girl."
He didn't need another word.
He simply pinched her chin, tilted her face up, and crashed his mouth against hers in a sloppy, possessive kiss, groaning deep into her mouth like he couldn't get enough of her taste.
Couldn't get enough of her.
"Music to my ears, baby," He breathed between kisses, "I knew this was a damn good idea."
He kissed her again, harder this time, making her head thump lightly against the front door.
He grinned into her mouth.
"Knew you'd enjoy yourself."
Pulling back with a grin, he let his hand trail down, giving her bare ass a sharp smack that made her yelp and instinctively shove at his chest.
Naruto only laughed, completely unfazed, then leaned down to grab the takeout bag from the floor where he'd set it down earlier. With a smooth swing of the bag in one hand, he casually draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling Hinata close like absolutely nothing out of the ordinary just happened.
No chaos. No scandal. No naughty bet.
Just another normal night.
Naruto put on a cheeky grin.
"Now, let's go eat!"
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Notes:
A.N.
Surprise!
This one's actually short! Wild, right? I've been putting in the effort to keep some of these oneshots brief and to the point. Nothing too long or drawn out. That said... there are a few where I definitely went overboard, so uh, just roll with those when they drop, okay?
The next one-shot is another short and naughty one.
Though, it dives into some pretty taboo and forbidden territory—so heads up, it may be triggering for some. I'll be sure to include a proper tag list when I post it, so please read with care.
And don't forget! Updates drop Mondays and Fridays, so you can always expect something new on those days!
Also, remember to comment and drop kudos—it really helps!
Ooh! Another thing! There's actually a continuation one-shot coming for this Naruto and Hinata dynamic.
I just couldn't resist—there was something so fun and chaotic about the two of them here, with that whole "I'm finally out of college and free" kind of energy. I really connected with that vibe on a personal level, so I ended up writing a follow-up oneshot to explore it more.
Stay tuned!
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Chapter 46: ❦Just For Tonight❦
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When Kiba's long, late-night shifts at work leave Hinata aching with loneliness, she finds comfort in the one place she swore she never would: in the arms of Naruto Uzumaki, her husband's best friend.As her life fractures between the man she vowed to love and the one who makes her forget those vows completely, Hinata clings to the same lie she tells herself every morning—that this time, she won't go back.
But every night... she always does.
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Notes:
Hey, my lovely readers!
Just a quick heads-up before diving in. This oneshot is very different from my recent updates. It takes a much more taboo turn and features a brief glimpse of another pairing: Kiba x Hinata.
Now before anyone panics—no, I don't actually ship them. I've written them together a few times in passing, not because I see them as endgame, but because, given Kiba's clear feelings for her in the anime, he naturally fits into certain plotlines as a possible "what if" love interest. If things had gone differently in canon, he could've been a contender—and that dynamic just makes sense to me narratively.
So yes, he appears in this story, but strictly for plot purposes. So, if seeing Hinata married to someone other than Naruto, Naruto being the "side piece," or themes involving infidelity isn't your thing, I completely understand.
Feel free to skip this one.
But if you're curious and open to exploring some messy, taboo territory with me, then buckle up.
This was just one of those forbidden, experimental tropes I've been curious to try out—to push a little boundary and see where it took me creatively.
Thanks for understanding, and as always—read at your own pace, and comfort. ❤️
Anywho, onward! Don't forget to comment and leave kudos!
Hope you enjoy!
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Adultery • Ahegao Kink • Angst & Smut • Best Friend's Wife • Body Worship • Cheating • Clit Play • Degradation Kink (Light) • Desperation Sex • Dirty Talk • Double Life • Emotional Manipulation • Filthy Talk • Fingering • Finger Sucking • Forbidden Love • Friends To Lovers • Frottage • Guilty Pleasure • Heavy Angst • Hidden Desires • Hurt/Comfort • Infidelity • KibaHina (A Little) • Late-Night Rendezvous • Longing • Loss of Control • Manhandling • Marathon Sex • Marking • Messy Orgasms • Mutual Pining • Netorare (NTR) • Not For the Faint of Heart • Overstimulation • Pet Names • Pillow Talk • Power Play • Praise Kink • Pussy Worship • Requited/Unrequited Love • Risk of Getting Caught • Rough Sex • Secret Affair • Sex Addiction • Size Difference Kink • Slow Burn Lust • Sneaking Around • SoftDom!Naruto • Spanking • Squirting • Sub!Hinata • Sweat Kink • Toxic Love Triangle • Vaginal Sex • Voice Kink • "What If" Oneshot • 2025
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For Tonight: By Giveon
Just For Tonight
Hinata's fingers dug into the sheets, curling tight around the cool, crisp fabric. It wrinkled beneath her grip, bunching in her fists like it could somehow anchor her—like it could hold her steady in a moment that felt anything but.
Because reality?
It felt distant.
So, so distant.
Smothered beneath the overwhelming heat of Naruto's body—his muscles pressed firm to her chest, his breath fanning against her throat, each exhale landing right on the frantic beat of her pulse.
Too close.
Too real.
She shouldn't be here.
"What are we doing?" She whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the air conditioning. Her heart thundered, a betraying rhythm in the quiet room.
"We shouldn't be doing this."
Naruto's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her in—closer, deeper, until she was tucked beneath him, completely surrounded by his heat. His lips brushed against her shoulder, a featherlight kiss that sent shivers racing down her spine.
"I know."
His confession should've snapped her out of it. It should've dragged her back into the harsh, unforgiving glare of her consciousness—back to who she was, to everything she stood to lose.
It should have woken her up.
But...it didn't.
Instead, it only dragged her deeper.
Deeper into that velvety darkness—where everything she once believed in began to unravel. Falling fast into that sweet, forbidden heat, where nothing else mattered—not duty, not honor, not morality.
Hell, not even the world beyond the very sheets wrapped around her.
It all just... fell away.
Until there was nothing left but a haze—where right and wrong blended together, and desire sat crowned on a throne of sin.
"We both know."
Naruto's voice came again.
It was a low, sinful rumble—smooth and deep, like a whispered secret from the devil himself. It had no right sounding so warm. Had no place making her feel so safe.
But somehow, it did.
And that made it all the more unforgivable.
All the more irresistible.
That voice of his settled in her chest, in her bones, in that space where guilt should've lived.
But there was no guilt.
Only him.
Her body betrayed her completely, unable to resist. She leaned into him like she had a thousand times before. Her breath hitched, trembling in her throat, as Naruto responded to the plea she didn't have the strength to voice.
He felt it.
Followed the way she welcomed him back in—the way she let him take more. Let his touch wander, claim, consume—places he was never meant to touch. Things he was never meant to have.
And still, she let him.
She could feel all of him—the firm lines of sun-kissed muscles, the solid strength of his masculine body pressing into hers, his legs tangled with her own beneath the sheets.
His lips ghosted over her skin, peppering kisses along her shoulder... then her neck.
He took his time, just the way she always liked it.
And with every pass of his mouth, he set her nerves ablaze, one tender spark at a time.
"I should go," Hinata breathed out yet again. But her body didn't move. Every muscle felt heavy, weighted with need, with longing so thick it wrapped around her limbs and held her still.
And the truth was—they both knew she didn't really mean it; didn't really want to leave.
Naruto didn't even flinch. Didn't make a move to help her up.
And that alone... said everything.
He had always been able to read her—maybe a little too well. He could look her in the eyes and see past every lie she tried to tell herself. Could even hear the words she never said.
And instead of letting the silence stretch, he took her words as what they really were...
A cue.
An unspoken invitation.
But instead of speaking, he answered with touch.
His fingers began their slow descent, drawing lazy, idle circles against the soft skin of her stomach—tracing patterns that were as hypnotic as they were damning.
"Naruto-kun..." Hinata breathed out, her voice breaking on a moan, torn between resistance and surrender.
"Stay."
Just one word.
And it was the undoing of her. The ruin of every shred of sense she had left.
It wasn't fair. He wasn't fair.
"Just for tonight."
Naruto's hand slid upward, slipping beneath the delicate dip of her pelvis. His palm was rough, calloused from years of hard work—and yet, his touch was so gentle, so achingly tender, it made her want to cry.
He cupped her breast with care, his thumb brushing lightly over her cherry-soft nipple.
A soft gasp slipped from her lips, unbidden.
"C-Come on... you know it's gotten late, and this is..." Her words wavered, thin and weak—more plea than protest. Naruto didn't answer with words at first—just pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck, letting his lips linger against the fluttering pulse beneath her skin.
"I know it's wrong," He finally murmured, his voice low and thick with heat, "But it feels good, doesn't it, koibito?"
A single tear slipped down her cheek, its salty sting a sharp, stinging contrast to the pleasure simmering just beneath her skin.
But Naruto didn't falter.
He simply leaned in... and kissed the tear away.
Like it didn't matter.
Like he could erase the guilt with just his mouth.
And maybe he could.
Because after all, he was right.
It did feel good. Too good.
But it shouldn't. She shouldn't want this. Shouldn't crave him like this—so deeply, so desperately, it hurt.
And yet...
Her hand moved without thinking, slipping over his, pressing him more firmly against her—deeper into her chest, as if that touch alone could quiet the war inside her. Her body arched into him, helpless to stop the way it reacted—to the heat of his skin, the expert tease of his lips, the dangerous comfort of his weight draped on top of her.
But most of all—to the way he seemed to know her.
Truly know her.
How to touch her. How to please her. How to worship her.
Better than anyone ever had.
Better than...
Naruto's fingers toyed with her, giving her nipple a soft pinch beneath her own trembling hand—drawing soft, shaky moans from her lips.
Every sound she made—every gasp, every moan, every whisper of his name—felt like a betrayal.
Of her vows.
Of her promises.
Of her morals.
Everything she thought she stood for.
But then, his other hand rose, slow and sure, fingers curling beneath her chin, tilting her face until their eyes met.
And there they were—those eyes.
So blue. So beautiful. So... damn dangerous.
Eyes that had always seen straight through her—dragging her into their ocean-blue depths like a tide she could never escape, even when every part of her screamed that she should.
All it took was one look—and suddenly, every vow she'd ever made, every promise she'd ever whispered, every fragile moral she'd tried so hard to hold onto—they all slipped through her fingers.
And now, as she stared up at him...she saw it.
His expression was soft—tender, even. But beneath it? She saw the guilt. The need. The unspoken ache that mirrored her own.
His thumb brushed away another tear, "If you want me to stop... say it now." His whisper was barely audible.
"Tell me...and I'll let you go."
Silence followed.
It was heavy and airless, pressing in from every angle, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath right alongside her. Overhead, the air conditioning rattled louder, roaring with a sharp mechanical hum. Its icy breath swept across her bare skin, cutting through the heat like a warning—a cold reminder of where they were.
Naruto's place, not hers.
Everything around her screamed for her to say it.
To end this.
To tell him to let her go.
To climb out of his bed and never come back.
To forget the nights they'd spent tangled in his sheets, the kisses shared in the dark, the way they lied and hid and kept secrets like sin was just another language they both understood.
Hinata's lips parted, her chest rising in a shallow breath—but nothing came out.
Because no matter how much she wanted to deny it, the truth refused to stay buried.
She was married.
To Kiba.
Kiba Inuzuka.
The shaggy-haired boy she had grown up with, the man she had once looked at and thought, 'forever,' the one she had stood beside at the altar, vowing to love, to honor, to build a life with.
And they had.
They shared years together—a quiet life, a peaceful home, a steady routine that never asked for more than it gave.
There was laughter, comfort, and conversation—the long, winding kind that only comes from knowing someone inside and out, down to their bones.
It was a love that felt like home.
The kind of comfort that came from knowing someone's quirks, their moods, their flaws—and still choosing to love them anyway.
It was a life that was once enough.
Until...it wasn't.
It happened so suddenly—almost like a switch had been flipped.
Her days began to shift.
Subtle at first... then all at once.
Hinata began to feel...lonely.
Due to financial issues, Kiba had started to take on longer shifts at his job, a distribution warehouse in Saitama, hauling double loads, managing overnight freights, and running himself into the ground with endless overtime.
She barely saw him anymore.
Most mornings, he'd come through the door half-asleep, drop his bag, and collapse on the couch before she could even say "welcome home." Other times, he was so drained he could barely string a sentence together, let alone indulge in usual conversation.
Hinata knew she shouldn't judge. Shouldn't disapprove.
Kiba was just doing what he believed a man was supposed to do—providing, sacrificing, and playing the part of the so-called "man of the house."
And Hinata... she was grateful.
She told herself that every day.
Whispered it like a mantra. Repeated it like a prayer.
Just trying desperately to convince herself that it was enough. That gratitude could fill the spaces where affection used to live. But little by little, that gratitude began to feel thin. And suddenly, what she usually told herself began to sound like a lie—one she clung to just to keep herself happy.
And eventually, even that lie couldn't hold her together.
It couldn't smother the truth that kept rising inside her, no matter how hard she tried to push it down.
She wasn't happy.
Not anymore.
She didn't know exactly when it happened, didn't know the moment things began to crack. But somewhere along the way, she'd woken up. She had looked around and saw her marriage for what it had become: a shell of what it used to be.
Empty. Cold. Sad.
A routine where kisses turned to nods, where intimacy slipped into silence, where love stopped feeling like love—and more like duty.
Like obligation.
And now—here she was.
In bed with Naruto.
Kiba's best friend.
The same Naruto she'd known since childhood—the hyperactive blonde with the boyish grin and a heart that burned too bright for one person to carry.
He had always been there.
Through school days and growing pains. At birthday parties, family get-togethers, and
in every photo where they were young and stupid and still innocent.
Yes, always there.
Part of the background, part of the laughter, part of their circle.
She knew Kiba. Kiba knew Naruto. Naruto knew her.
They were tight. Close-knit. A trio since they were kids.
Which made this—this betrayal—unforgivable.
It wasn't just infidelity.
It was infidelity with the one person Kiba had always trusted—the one who had stood beside him at the altar as best man. The one who had raised a glass and toasted to their forever.
And yet... here they were.
Naked. Tangled together in the sheets. All behind Kiba's back.
Suspended in a moment so wrong it burned at the edges, scorching her from the inside out—and still, Hinata couldn't move. She couldn't bring herself to leave. Because doing so would mean going back to that cold, silent house. To that empty bed. To that version of herself who pretended she was okay when she wasn't.
She knew that this was wrong. Kami, she knew.
But despite the guilt, despite the shame twisting like a knife in her chest, screaming through every inch of her body, begging her to flip her moral compass back to where it belonged—she didn't want to let go.
Not even a little.
Because for the first time in years, she finally felt seen. Held. Wanted.
Kiba's touch had grown cold. Naruto's was fire.
And that fire, for all its danger, was the only thing that made her feel alive.
So, she said it.
"No." She whispered it against his lips, her breath brushing his skin, "Don't let me go... h-hold me. Just a little longer, Naruto-kun."
Her arms slid around his back on their own accord, pulling him closer, desperately, needily, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. Her fingers curled into his spiky, sun-gold hair, grounding herself in the feel of him. The heat of him. The scent of him. The comfort of the only arms she wanted to be in.
She didn't want clarity.
She didn't want to be good.
She just wanted this.
"Yes, just for tonight, please..."
Naruto's breath hitched, sharp and shallow. His adam's apple bobbed hard as he swallowed, like the weight of her words had lodged in his throat and tightened themselves around his breath.
He didn't move.
Didn't speak—not right away.
He just stared down at her, his face unreadable, his expression clouded in a way that made her chest tighten. His blue eyes were dark, stormy, filled with something heavy, something murky and unspoken—a quiet storm caught somewhere between regret and want.
She'd seen that look before. Knew it too well.
Because she wore the same one.
Naruto was just as guilty as she was. Just as tangled in the mess they couldn't stop making.
And just like her, he had his own reasons for continuously crossing that line anyway.
Naruto let out a soft whimper, glancing away briefly.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this.
He knew better.
But how the hell was he supposed to stop?
Naruto had always tried to be a good man. An honest one. Someone who did the right thing, even when it was hard.
But when it came to Hinata, for some odd reason, every ounce of self-control he had,
every bit of logic, every moral he'd ever lived by—all just vanished. Poof. Tossed out the window without a second thought.
Because no matter how hard he tried to do the right thing, the urge to be a good man never outweighed the need to make her happy—by any means necessary.
For as long as he could remember, Naruto had harbored feelings for Hinata. Even when they were just kids—back when he was still that scrawny, loud-mouthed boy who somehow convinced himself he had a shot with her.
It started small.
A quiet admiration—for her strength, for her kindness, for the way she moved through the world without ever needing the spotlight.
She was everything he wasn't.
Calm where he was chaotic. Soft, but never breakable. Gentle, yet steady as stone. The kind of person who made others want to be better, just by being herself.
She wasn't loud. Didn't chase attention. Never asked to be seen.
And maybe that's exactly why—he saw her more clearly than anyone ever had.
Naruto always figured the crush would fade. Most things from childhood did. He especially thought it would after Hinata finally made her choice—when she picked Kiba instead of him.
But...it didn't.
As the years went by—and he stumbled through the awkward, messy process of growing up—those "feelings" didn't disappear. They deepened. Rooted themselves in places he couldn't reach, let alone pull free from. They matured with him, evolving into something far more complicated—something that didn't feel so innocent anymore.
Something heavier. Something more serious.
The kind of feelings he never dared to say out loud.
Because he cared for Hinata.
And he cared for Kiba, too.
They were his people. His heartbeats.
The ones who had been there through everything—the highs, the lows, and even the messy in-betweens.
So, he did what any good friend would do—he kept his distance. He bit down on every feeling, buried every want, and just stuck to loving Hinata silently, from the sidelines.
From across rooms. From behind friendly smiles. Through silly jokes.
He supported her marriage. Rooted for her and Kiba like he was supposed to. He cheered for their milestones, clapped through their anniversaries, and laughed at dinner tables where he sat across from the woman he loved—watching her play house with someone else.
Pretending it didn't kill him just to watch.
But he pushed it all down—those bitter, aching feelings—buried them so deep he could almost fool himself into believing they weren't there.
Almost.
Because those feelings—kami, those fucking feelings—they always found a way back in.
Every time Hinata smiled in his direction.
Every time her laugh lit up the room.
Every time she said his name with that soft, airy voice that made his chest ache.
Yes, those feelings would always come back, and each time stronger...
...and stronger.
Until eventually, he couldn't control it anymore.
And it all came to a head the moment Hinata began turning to him more often.
At first, it was just phone calls. Late ones. Her voice was soft and trembling, sometimes on the verge of tears. She started confiding in him in a way she never had before—speaking more freely, more vulnerably.
Mostly, it was about the cracks in her marriage. How she and Kiba had grown apart. How the silence between them had grown so wide, it no longer felt like distance, but abandonment.
She trusted him. That much was clear.
And Naruto was flattered, really, that she chose him to hear the things she didn't dare say to anyone else. So, when her words drifted into deeper waters—when she teetered toward places no married woman should tread—he didn't stop her.
He just... listened.
Night after night, she called. And piece by piece, she revealed more. She confessed how she hardly saw her husband anymore—how the long working hours, the late shifts, and the constant absence—intentional or not—left her feeling like a ghost in her own home.
Like she didn't matter.
Like she didn't exist.
She spoke of the cold bed that waited for her each night, how she would curl up on one side, lying beside the memory of a man who was never truly there. More than once, she confessed to lying there in the dark, whispering to herself that everything was fine... even when the loneliness gnawed at her, hollowing her out little by little.
And that was when Naruto slipped.
That was when he made the first mistake.
He told her to come over to his place.
Just for a little while. Just so she wouldn't have to sleep alone that night.
And so...she did.
But that night wasn't the last. Not by a long shot.
Just like the phone calls that started it all, she kept coming back—night after night. He'd hear a knock at the door, and there she'd be. And each time, without fail, he made the same mistake: he let her in.
Again and again.
And in the quiet of those late-night visits, she opened up more than ever.
She talked—really talked—about the loneliness that wouldn't let go. The kind that clung to her no matter how often she smiled through it, no matter how hard she tried to pretend it wasn't swallowing her whole.
Naruto told himself he just wanted to help.
To ease her pain.
To be what she needed. Like he always had.
He doesn't even remember how it happened. How one moment bled into the next. How it all slipped past the point of no return. Doesn't remember who leaned in first, who touched whom, or when the line between comfort and desire snapped in two.
He just remembers the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Hinata's back slamming against the cold wood of his dining table. Her legs locking tight around his waist. And then—his cock buried inside her before either of them could think, before a single "stop" had the chance to leave their lips.
He didn't know how it all escalated to that point. But it did.
And it was that night—their very first night together—was the moment that everything spiraled.
The moment he stopped pretending.
The moment they stopped just being friends.
And now...
"Alright..." Naruto whispered, breathless, his voice barely more than air as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in.
Hinata moaned, leaning into him.
"You know I can't deny you." His hand slid down his body, slow and steady, "You know I can't resist you... can't stop myself from wanting you." His voice dropped lower, rough and intimate.
"From wanting to see you smile... even if it's just for me."
His fingers wrapped around the thick, aching length of his shaft—hard, hot, the very thing Hinata's been dreaming of, the very thing the soft, aching heat between her thighs had craved night after night.
"So, if this is what'll make you happy..." He murmured against her skin, his breath hot and uneven.
"Then fine."
He paused only to press a kiss to the base of her throat.
Hinata's body curled further into him instinctively, her chest rising in a tremble as a shuddering moan slipped into his ear, soft and broken.
"But just one more night, Hina. One more."
And just like that—the cycle began again.
The lie was told.
And they both let it live.
Naruto was inside her before Hinata could even draw a breath. One second she was gasping, and the next—she was full. She shuddered, her entire body trembling as he drove in deep, flooding her insides with nine inches of thick, pulsing cock she couldn't get enough of.
His cock was so thick, so big, it touched every sensitive spot she had, grazing every edge—filling her completely. It claimed every nook that had once gone untouched, every aching void she'd ignored for far too long. And ultimately filled the empty, aching parts of her that had long withered inside her heart.
She clung to him, arms wrapped tight around his back, fingers curling into his shoulder blades.
"H-Hai, Naruto-kun~" She whimpered, barely able to breathe through the pleasure.
"Fuck," He groaned, lifting his head to peer into her murky lavender eyes again, "You always feel so damn good, my koibito." His voice was thick with lust, broken by the groan he let out before crashing his lips onto hers, and—kami—his hips didn't stop.
It was a two-front assault—the unrelenting grind of his hips rolling into hers and the searing heat of his mouth crashing onto her lips.
Their kiss wasn't gentle. Wasn't sweet.
Hell, there wasn't anything vanilla about it.
It was rough. Messy.
Full of open mouths and clashing teeth, breathless gasps slipping between moans. Their tongues tangled, slick and desperate, locked in a heated battle that was all give and take, a rhythm of possession and surrender. Saliva slicked their lips, dripping down their chins in slick strands, swapped between them without shame—just like their moans, their want, their everything.
They kissed like they were starving for each other—like every breath, every taste, every inch of skin was a lifeline. Like all the time spent apart had left them aching, feral, and this was the only way to breathe again.
The only way to survive.
Kami... Hinata loved it.
She moaned deep into his mouth, her body rising eagerly to meet his, hips chasing every thrust, craving every inch of his cock buried deep inside her. Her fingers clutched at his back, then slipped up into his thick blonde hair, only to trail down and dig into the solid muscle running along his spine—like she didn't know where to hold him, like no matter how tightly she clung, no matter where she touched, it still wasn't enough.
It would never be enough.
Naruto noticed her struggle.
Of course he did.
And without a word, he grabbed her wrists and, suddenly, slammed them up over her head, pinning them to the pillows just beneath the rocking headboard. He held her just like that, like he needed her still—needed her right there, beneath him.
"Eeek—ugh!" Hinata gasped, their kiss breaking on a shaky, breathy cry the moment he found that rhythm again—the very one she loved, the one that tore her apart every single time.
A punishing back-and-forth.
So damn perfect.
Naruto slid into her slowly at first—letting her feel every thick, pulsing inch of him—drawing out a gasp as her walls clung to him. Then he pulled back—just enough to leave her empty, to make her whine, to leave her clenching around nothing—before slamming home again, harder, rougher, just enough to burrow her in the sheets.
Stealing her breath. Stealing her sanity.
Her toes curled against the taut muscle of his ass, her body spasming as he dropped his head from her lips and nestled himself back into the crook of her neck. His mouth was back on her in no time—trailing hot kisses everywhere.
Along her throat, up her jaw, across her collarbone.
He worshipped her up top like a saint.
But he ruined her down below like a sinner.
It was maddening.
He worked his once dormant cock like a man possessed, determined to reach every corner of her—stretching her pussy wider, screwing her mind further, implanting himself deeper into her heart...
...making her his.
Her head tipped back against the pillow, her lavender eyes fluttering, then crossing in bliss as a high-pitched cry tore from her lips, rising up toward the ceiling.
"Nnnghh! H-Hai!"
"Yeah?" Naruto growled low and husky beside her ear, breath hot as he tightened his grip around her wrists, still pinned high above her head.
"You like that, my koibito?"
He rose up, lips brushing her skin—then suddenly, he bit down, taking a playful, teasing chomp out of her earlobe, groaning as her pussy clenched tight around him in response.
"Fuck yeah..." He hissed through his teeth, shifting over until his gaze locked with hers again—those eyes burning wild and untamed, blue fire laced with nothing but lust.
"I love it when your tight pussy squeezes me like that." He narrowed his eyes through blonde, spiky bangs.
"You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"
Hinata's head tipped back down, her eyes fluttering open—dazed, glassy, but locked on his with a heat that couldn't lie.
Her lips trembled before curling into a naughty smile.
"I c-can't help it... my aijin..." She moaned, her voice shaky with bliss as her head gave a slow, breathless shake. Her hips lifted, rising to meet his next brutal thrust, the sound of skin on skin echoing around them.
"You're so deep—it just... it just feels too good..."
Naruto groaned, low and filthy, dipping his forehead against hers, noses brushing, "Oh yeah?" He breathed, thrusting slow and deep, grinding at the end to make her toes curl.
"You love being stuffed full of me, huh? Love how deep I get, don't you?"
Hinata's moan choked in her throat, her eyes fluttering halfway shut—until Naruto leaned up, one hand still gripping her wrists, the other catching her jaw and turning her face toward him.
"No, no. Look at me."
His voice was gravel and heat, rough with need.
"Let me see that beautiful face..." He murmured, his voice dark and low, "I wanna watch you as you whisper the truth."
Hinata's eyes locked with his, dazed and trembling, her mouth falling open as he drove into her again, hard and deep.
She grunted, her stomach tightening, rippling from the force of his thrust, voice breaking on the edge of a moan.
"A-Aijin..."
"Say it," He growled, his tone commanding and hungry all at once, "whisper it right into my mouth." His pace didn't falter—not for a single second. He kept up with his brutally steady pace, each thrust demanding the truth she could barely hold back.
"Tell me you love how I fuck you, koibito."
Hinata's back arched hard, toes curling beneath her as her body trembled—voice cracking, barely able to force the words past the tight, burning coil winding deep in her gut.
She leaned in, lips hovering just inches from his, her breath trembling between them as she breathed the confession straight into his mouth.
"I-I love it... I l-love how you fuck me, Naruto-kun..."
He groaned, deep and ragged, like her words had filled his lungs and brought him back to life.
"That's my girl..." He breathed, his voice rough with pride, with need, with everything he couldn't say out loud. He released her wrists to trail one hand slowly down her arm, across the swell of her chest—pausing to squeeze her right breast, thumb brushing over the peak before sliding lower.
His fingers found her clit in no time, already soaked with her juices. He gave it a quick stroke in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.
A wet, needy squelch answered back, loud and messy between them.
"You hear that?" He panted, his voice dropping into a husky murmur full of filthy praise, "That sweet pussy's talking to me, too... can't get enough of this dick, huh?"
Hinata's body writhed, her breath hitching.
She shook her head helplessly, her arms wrapping tight around the pillow beneath her. Her dark blue hair spilled across it like silk, a few stragglers clinging to her flushed cheeks.
"No, I—I can't!!"
"You want me deeper?" He growled, eyes locked on hers with a fire that burned straight through her, "Want me to ruin you like I always do?"
"Hai! Ruin me, Naruto-kun—just d-don't stop!"
"Good girl."
Hinata let out a soft, breathless giggle as Naruto pulled back, springing up onto his knees like a wriggling fish out of water, the bed beneath them letting out a loud, dramatic creak in response. His massive frame towered over her, casting a thick, solid shadow—almost darker than the room itself.
But her laughter caught in her throat the moment his hands gripped her thighs. He slid his palms slowly along the curves, then pushed her legs into a high bend—folding her in half until her knees brushed the edges of her ears.
Then—he plunged into her.
Harder. Deeper. Brutal.
Hinata screamed.
"Hai! Hai! Hai!"
Her voice cracked as her tongue slipped past her lips, drool spilling from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin as Naruto rocked into her.
Deep— so deep.
Naruto kept her folded, her legs pinned deep into the mattress, his weight pressing her down just enough to hold her there, still, trembling, forced to take every inch of his cock like she was made for it.
He pulled back just enough to let the bulbous tip of his shaft catch at her entrance, bursting against the soaked seams of her pussy—her stretched, pink folds blooming wider, trembling for him.
And then—he slid back in. All the way.
Her body responded instantly, a wet gush of arousal spilling around him, sticky and hot. It coated his cock, his thighs, and hers—slicking everything in sight, soaking the sheets in a shameless mess of their own doing.
His hips slammed into hers relentlessly, each thrust landing with a ferocious smack, the impact echoing through the room. His balls struck the soft crease of her ass with every deep plunge. Each pump hit with enough force to rattle the bed, the headboard thudding against the wall in perfect sync with her moans.
Every thrust punched moans straight from her lungs, sharp and breathless, her body arching into the pressure, her back bowing beautifully beneath him—a trembling offering he took again and again.
He fucked her hard. Fucked her senseless.
He fucked away the shame.
Fucked away the truth.
Fucked away the reality that she was cheating on her husband—that the man between her legs was his best friend.
And still... she didn't care.
Not now. Not possibly now.
All that existed was Naruto.
His body.
His cock.
His name caught on her tongue.
"N-Naruto-kun!" Hinata cried out, her voice pitching high, broken and wild, "I-I'm gonna—!"
"I know, Hina." Naruto panted against her skin, breath hot as he leaned down, lips dragging along her jaw, kissing her through her unraveling, "Just let go, koibito. Cum for me."
He tilted his head, smirking, "Cum on the very cock you love so much."
That was all it took.
Her orgasm tore through her like a whip crack—the bowstring in her core snapping all at once as Naruto delivered one brutal, bone-deep thrust that made her jolt, made her whole body quake.
"Eeeeeek!" She squealed, the sound strangled, desperate, as her body locked up—and then burst wide open.
Her release rushed out from deep within, the floodgates shattering like a broken dam just as Naruto withdrew his cock at the last second.
And she watched it all happen.
Watched her own cum soar into the air, arcing like a stream between them. Her essence splashed down her thighs, and across his stomach, making the sheets slick beneath her.
"Fuuuck, Hina—look at that," Naruto groaned, stroking himself, still slick with her, "You came so fucking hard... you squirted all over me."
"I-I'm s-sorry, aijin..." Hinata whimpered.
Naruto shook his head slowly, brushing sweat from his brow as he leaned over her, his chest glistening in the dark.
"Don't apologize, koibito." He murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her swollen lips.
"It's okay."
But Hinata barely responded.
Her pussy was still quivering, spasming around nothing, fluttering helplessly—wanting him back, even in the aftershock.
Her chest heaved. Her vision blurred.
And then came his next words.
"Besides..." He growled, voice low and hungry, "I wanna feel you squirt all over me again."
She barely processed it.
She didn't get the chance.
Because what came next wasn't his voice—it was his fingers.
Two thick fingers plunged deep into her soaked, overstimulated pussy—driving in fast, without a word, without a hint of mercy.
Her body jerked hard, a sharp, broken gasp ripping from her throat—louder than any sound she's ever made before.
"A-AH—Naruto-kun!" She squealed, hips launching off the mattress like she'd been struck by lightning—rising like a puppet pulled by invisible strings. Her eyes rolled back, disappearing into the farthest reaches of her skull as she felt him fill her up again, dragging along her trembling, overstimulated walls.
Instinct took over.
Her legs snapped closed around his arm in a desperate, reflexive squeeze.
But it wasn't enough.
Not nearly enough to stop the relentless, piston-like rhythm of his fingers—driving into her again and again, hitting her exactly where she couldn't handle it...
But couldn't live without.
Naruto clicked his tongue low, leaning in close until his lips brushed hot against the shell of her ear.
"Open those legs up, Hina," He growled, his tone dropping into a sharp growl, "Let me see you take it."
Hinata whimpered, a soft, breathless sound escaping her lips.
But she obeyed. Quickly. Completely.
Her legs parted wide again, trembling as she laid herself bare for him, body quivering, waiting for the next thrust of his fingers—and the praise she knew would follow.
"There's my good girl... that's it. Let me ruin you right."
Hinata tried to speak, tried to say something—anything—but every time she opened her mouth, another brutal thrust of his fingers hit her insides harder, stealing the words from her throat.
Smashing against her cervix.
Grinding into her g-spot.
Tearing another orgasm from her whether she wanted it or not.
And so, all she could do...
All that was left...
...was to sob.
"P-Please... please, please, Naruto-kun..." Hinata sobbed, her voice cracking with desperation as her head gave a frantic shake. Her fingers clawed helplessly at the sheets, knuckles white, body spasming uncontrollably beneath him, like she was unraveling from the inside out.
Naruto leaned in close—so close—till his forehead pressed gently to hers again, their hot, shallow breaths colliding in the space between them, every gasp feeding off the other's heat.
"You begging, Hina?" He murmured, lips brushing hers.
She whimpered in response, nodding frantically, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
"I c-can't, Naruto-kun. I can't take it—"
"Yes, you can."
His fingers didn't stop. Didn't slow.
They just kept going—pumping, curling, and pressing again and again into that soaked, trembling bundle of nerves buried inside her—so much so that it felt like her body couldn't take another stroke.
But he gave it to her anyway.
And she took it.
Took it like a good girl.
Until...
"You're close again, aren't you? I can feel it." Naruto growled against her lips, his fingers flexing inside her, pressing right against those fluttering walls.
"E-Eeek—Oh, kami..." She whimpered, thighs quivering around his arm, toes curling deep into the sheets.
"This naughty pussy's about to soak me again, huh?" He smirked, voice low and filthy, "Gonna make another mess for me, eh?"
Hinata sobbed through a moan, her body jerking as the pleasure mounted—too much, too fast, the heat burning behind her eyes and her core tightening like a trap ready to spring.
Naruto nodded in sync with her cries, "Yeah... yeah, I know, my koibito. I know." His voice broke into a moan as he curled his fingers, shifting the angle—driving them straight into her g-spot, pressing into that taut, velvety patch of nerves buried deep inside her.
Her body slipped up high against the mattress in a full-body jolt. And he followed her, not letting her slip from his grip for a single second.
"Go on, cum for me again." He breathed, his lips brushing hers, "I know you want to."
"I—I do, aijin! I-I want to—I want to cum again!" She screamed, her vision blurring to black as her inner walls began to flutter uncontrollably around his fingers—helpless in the grip of another orgasm.
"Then give it to me, Hina."
His thumb circled her clit, slow but firm, while his fingers remained relentless inside her—thrusting, curling, and pounding her g-spot over and over.
And that was it. That did it.
Her body snapped—again.
"A-Ah! I'm cumming! N-Naruto-kun!!!!"
Hinata's scream rattled the walls of his apartment, loud enough to wake the neighbors—if they weren't awake and listening already. They were now.
Her legs flailed, feet kicking against the mattress, body convulsing beneath him as that second orgasm crashed into her with full force.
And just like that—she came. Hard.
Juices squirted out of her in hot pulses, soaking everything in sight.
"Fuuuck, yes..." Naruto groaned, his voice half-growl, half-laugh as he watched her come undone all over again—watching her squirt once more. Her release came in a sudden, soaking spray, drenching his hand, her thighs, his sheets, the mattress, probably even the damn wall.
Hell, it could've taken out a small fire.
It was everywhere.
A full-blown flood.
Exactly what he wanted.
"Ooh, look at that gorgeous fucking body... writhing just for me." Naruto moaned in bliss, his dark blue eyes devouring every inch of her. Her heaving breasts, her shaking, spread legs, her puckered, throbbing clit, and that squirting, fluttering pussy still making a dripping mess of his bed.
"Look at all that cum, Hina." He laughed, "Shit—I hit the fuckin' jackpot this time, huh!"
Hinata couldn't see a thing.
Couldn't hear a thing.
All she saw was darkness blooming behind her eyes, stars flickering like they were smiling down at her from the back of her skull. And all that reached her ears was the wet, lewd sloshing of her own juices—echoing louder than breath, louder than thought.
...louder than reason.
Naruto didn't stop—not even as her climax shook through her, not even as her body trembled from the overload. His fingers kept pumping her, riding her through every last wave, holding her down with the firm press of his palm just above her pelvis—keeping her grounded while her body lost all sense of control.
Her creamy thighs jiggled, her toes curled tight into the air, and her slick walls clenched desperately around his fingers, like they couldn't bear to let him go.
Naruto loved it.
"That's it, koibito... milk these fingers just like that."
"Eeek! Oh kami! Too much!" She squealed, her body trembling violently.
"That's right, Hina..." He growled against her ear, "Ride it out. Don't you run from it."
It took just a few more trembles. A handful of high-pitched squeals. And just a little bit more helpless gushes of release.
And then finally....
...she collapsed.
Hinata's body gave out, sinking into the drenched sheets like it simply couldn't take one more ounce of pleasure.
And Naruto just watched. Drank her in.
She lay there—spread out, glowing with heat, skin kissed by sweat. Her dark blue hair tangled across his pillows, lips parted in a dazed, trembling pout, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. Her chest rose and fell in unsteady, stuttering breaths, while her legs twitched, still caught in the grip of her body's slow-burning aftershocks.
A masterpiece of ruin.
On that note, Naruto slowly slid his fingers out of her—a wet, glistening parting. Then, because he just couldn't help himself, he dragged his fingertips through the mess, rubbing her pussy in a long, lazy stroke—slick, warm, and still sputtering with thick pulses of release that dripped freely from her folds.
"Shit..." He muttered, eyes glued to her glistening core, "You made a fucking mess, Hinata.."
"Mmm... s-sensitive..." Hinata sobbed, her voice shaking as violently as her body—like a leaf caught in a storm.
Naruto cooed low, almost reverent, "Shh... I got you."
He gave her another slow rub, gentle this time, brushing her overworked clit with the pad of his thumb, teasing it in slow, whisper-light strokes that made her legs shake with every pass.
She jolted, hips twitching off the bed in reflex.
"Now that's my lovely koibito."
Even now... Naruto couldn't stop touching her.
And her body didn't know how to stop needing him.
He gave her a few more rubs, just enough to help her body come down, to soothe the aftershocks still making her twitch beneath his touch. And once she finally relaxed beneath his hand, he pulled his soaked fingers away, watching the creamy mess stretch in sticky strands between her folds and his palm.
Without a second thought, he brought one of those slick-coated digits to his lips—and slipped it past his tongue.
"Mmm... fuck." His eyes fluttered, rolling back briefly as he tasted her.
"You always taste so much sweeter when I've fucked you like that—when you lose your fucking mind for me.
With a wet fwop, he popped his finger free from his mouth, before reaching for her with the other.
"Here. Get a taste, Hina."
His free palm cradled the back of her head, guiding her up with a tenderness that melted every piece of her. The world tilted slightly as she rose, knees parting beneath her, sheets rustling beneath them.
Hinata didn't hesitate. Not for a second.
Her hand wrapped around his wrist, shaky but sure, pulling him closer until she could wrap her lips around his middle finger, sliding it in with a low, wanton moan. Her eyes locked with his—dark lavender to dark blue—as she suckled slow, savoring the mix of herself on his skin.
Sweet. Tangy. Sinfully delicious.
All hers.
"Mmm... so fucking beautiful." Naruto groaned, mesmerized, his other hand sliding down to her chest, fingers finding her left breast and clamping onto it—rubbing slow, circular strokes over her nipple, making it pebble under his touch.
He watched her—his best friend's girl, on her knees, lips wrapped tight around his finger, her cheeks hollowing with every slow suck.
"That's it, baby. Suck it... just like that." He murmured, his fingers tightening slightly around her breast, palming the soft flesh possessively in his hand.
Hinata moaned louder, her lips wrapped tight around his finger. Her tongue swirled, licking the digit clean as her hips rocked slowly, almost involuntarily beneath her, her pussy still aching, still sensitive—but still wanting more.
Naruto's eyebrows knitted, "Shit, you look so fuckin' pretty with your mouth full, Hina."
That was all it took.
That was all she needed.
Hinata leaned in without hesitation, lips parting wider as she pushed forward—welcoming the stretch, savoring the way it filled her.
She took his finger deeper.
And deeper.
Until her lips kissed his knuckle.
"Goddamn, Hina..." Naruto hissed, eyes locked on the way her soft lips stretched around his finger, her throat flexing with every pull—like she wanted it to be more than just his digit.
Naruto noticed.
"You suck on my finger just as good as you do my cock..." He groaned, hips twitching, his cock throbbing with the need to take his finger's place in her mouth.
"Got me so fucking hard right now, koibito."
He pinched her nipple lightly, then rolled it between his thick fingertips, drawing a sharp, needy whine from her throat.
Hinata finally pulled back from his finger with a slick, sinful pop.
"Mmm, so good." She moaned, loving the taste of herself, and just the way his finger felt down her throat.
"What a naughty little thing you are..." Naruto muttered darkly, eyes dragging over her, "You love tasting yourself, don't you?"
Hinata nodded without hesitation, cheeks flushed and glowing, her breath shallow as she slowly placed her hands flat on the mattress, sinking down before him. Her lavender eyes rose to meet his through her messy bangs—the man towering over her.
The man she could never walk away from.
The man she'd risked everything for.
Naruto's eyes narrowed, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
He knew that look of hers.
The way she knelt. The way she offered herself without words.
She was ready to be taken again.
He reached down, cupping her face with both hands, thumbs brushing over her flushed cheeks, heat pouring from his palms into her skin.
"Come on, gorgeous..." He whispered, dipping his forehead to hers, "Show me what else that perfect body of yours needs tonight."
Hinata didn't speak at first.
Instead, she leaned in, lips brushing the inside of his palm in a soft, reverent kiss before slipping from his grasp.
She turned around, planting her hands deep into the pillows, lowering herself in one slow, seductive roll of her spine. Her knees parted wide upon the sheets, legs spreading for him—baring everything, unapologetic in her want.
Her slick thighs shimmered in the low light, a glossy sheen glistening down from her needy core as she began to rock her hips, giving him a show.
She arched her back as she gave her ass playful shakes—one teasing bounce after another. Her pale cheeks jiggled beautifully, parting just enough to reveal her glistening, twitching pussy in between, pink and soaked, clenching around air—just waiting for him to fill her up again.
Just what her body needed.
Naruto received the memo.
His groan rumbled low and deep in his chest, a sound that turned feral as he shifted on the bed to move closer to her.
He moved his legs on either side of her, and without a word, delivered a sharp smack to her ass—once, then again, alternating cheeks. The soft flesh jiggled under his palm, each hit landing with a crisp, satisfying echo...
...like the beat of their favorite song.
"Tch... look at you. You're a fucking dream." Naruto moaned in bliss.
Hinata gasped, her breath stuttering as her body arched into the spanks, cheeks flushing hotter, lips parted in a soft moan.
"I need you," She whispered, her voice shaking, "all of you, Naruto-kun." She turned her head just enough to look back at him over her shoulder, lavender eyes glowing with heat and desperation.
"I need your cock... your mouth... your hands." She pleaded, "I want to be filled. Stretched. Spanked. Praised. Used."
She bit down gently on her lip, "I want to be fucked so badly I forget who I belong to."
She gave her hips another slow, seductive roll, this time throwing her ass in a circle, teasing him with every hypnotic sway. It earned her another sharp smack, the impact echoing against her skin.
She mewled, breath hitching, "We've got the whole night, Naruto-kun..." She pleaded once more.
"So please, take your time ruining me."
Naruto's eyes darkened.
"A whole list, huh?" He smirked, his voice low and dangerous.
His hands slid down her waist, fingers digging in as he shifted closer—towering over her, moving in behind her until his hips pressed flush against her shaking ass. He watched, entranced, as she rolled those soft, pearly cheeks along his sculpted abdomen, teasing herself along the length of his twitching shaft with the very intent of driving him insane.
And so just for that, he lined himself up.
His thick, hard cock slid into place, the swollen tip nestling against her soaked entrance, slick with her arousal and ready to claim her all over again.
His grip tightened, knuckles whitening on her waist.
"Then I'll make damn sure..." He growled into her ear, "I check off every single fucking thing on it."
And without warning—he slammed back into her, his cock plunging deep, bottoming her out in a single brutal stroke that made Hinata collapse into the pillows with a broken scream.
Another sharp smack to her ass followed.
"One satisfied pussy..." He grunted.
"One soaked mattress..." Another thrust, deeper.
"One good girl... taken care of just right."
And Naruto kept his word.
He checked off every filthy, aching thing on Hinata's list.
He fucked her into the mattress, made her scream and moan and beg until her voice cracked, until she couldn't speak. Fucked her until her legs gave out. Fucked her until her body trembled in overstimulated bliss, sweat coating her skin, tears catching at the corners of her eyes—her mind floating somewhere between heaven and hell, and not wanting to leave either.
He flipped her, lifted her, held her down—took her every way she'd ever imagined and a few ways she hadn't.
Legs spread. Bent over. Straddling him as she whimpered, barely able to ride him.
He explored every inch of her with his mouth—sucking bruises down her throat, licking across her nipples, and kissing the soft swell of her stomach. Licked down her chest, between her breasts, and suckled her nipples until she arched again.
All the while, his hands never stopped moving—gripping, spanking, stroking, guiding her into every position he craved her in. But even still, her pussy clenched around him, begging for more still.
He kissed her through tears. Groaned her name into her ear. Whispered filth and praise against her skin.
Called her perfect.
Called her his.
Made her scream.
Made her laugh.
Made her cry.
And he made her cum. Again. And again. And again.
By the time her back hit the mattress for good, Hinata was a mess—sweat-drenched, cum-stained, legs sprawled, mouth parted, her body quivering in the aftermath of every wicked thing he'd done to her.
Ruined completely.
Just as she wanted.
Her pussy was raw and tender, still clenching like her body hadn't accepted it was over. The mattress beneath them was completely soaked through—ruined with the mess they made, too far gone now to be salvaged.
Her skin was marked all over—with handprints, with hickeys, with sweat and sin. Stains of pleasure and guilt, pressed into her like tattoos, marks she knew she'd have to cover with makeup come morning.
Naruto collapsed beside her with a deep, satisfied groan, chest heaving, cock finally soft—the slick evidence of everything they'd done still glistening across his thighs.
He reached for her without a word.
And she let him.
She let him pull her in, let herself melt into the heat of his body—deeper into the comfort of his presence. Her touch wandered, featherlight, over the strong planes of his chest and shoulders—mapping the very same body that had brought her to her knees, then lifted her higher than she'd ever been.
And satisfyingly enough, his muscles still twitched with aftershocks. Just like hers.
He was at his limit. She was at hers.
And yet—through the haze of exhaustion and aching limbs...
Hinata smiled. But just barely.
Because she knew she'd regret this by morning. She always did.
The guilt would rise. The shame would bloom. The weight of what she'd done—what she's continuing to do—would come back, heavier than ever.
But not yet.
Not tonight.
Tonight, she let herself forget.
Forget the vows.
Forget the ring.
Forget the man working overtime through the night—the man who thought she was safe and waiting in his bed, not coming undone in someone else's.
Tonight...she was his. All Naruto's.
And she was going to savor every last second of it.
No lies. No apologies. No turning back.
Just the quiet, forbidden warmth of being wrapped in the arms of the one man who could make her forget the world—and feel something that came achingly close to happiness...
...if only for a moment.
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It was five in the morning when Hinata finally left Naruto's home.
After spending a full minute forcing herself to peel out of his arms, after a much-needed shower in his tub, and slipping back into the same wrinkled clothes she wore before, she finally stepped back out into the world—as if nothing had happened.
The sky was still dark.
The streets were silent.
Her body ached everywhere Naruto touched her—every inch he had kissed, bitten, and marked. Each place he had utterly ruined throbbed with the ghost of him, like her skin couldn't forget. And though she'd scrubbed herself raw in the shower and lathered on layer after layer of lotion, his scent still clung to her—warm, musky, buried so deep in her skin it felt permanent.
The moment she slid into the driver's seat of her car, she reached for the perfume she kept stashed in the glove box—her favorite floral blend. She spritzed herself several times, dousing her neck, her wrists, her chest—anywhere he might've been.
She always used it. Night after night.
Because she had to.
Kiba would notice if she didn't.
His senses were always strangely sharp—especially when it came to scent.
Especially hers.
And worst of all... Naruto's.
And this particular perfume—the one she wore most often—had always fooled him. He'd inhale the subtle notes of gardenia and white tea, and chalk it up to her usual body oils, just a part of her bedtime routine—nothing more.
He never questioned it.
Never looked deeper.
Never imagined what it was masking.
And that was exactly what Hinata needed.
She gave herself a few more spritzes—just enough to feel covered, to feel safe. Only when she was satisfied did she tuck the bottle away, start up her car, and finally pull out of Naruto's driveway.
She drove in silence—no music, no noise—just the hum of the road and the ache between her legs. She cracked the window instead, letting the cold air brush over her flushed skin and silky hair, hoping it would cool her down, distract her, and help her forget.
But it didn't.
She thought about Naruto the entire ride home.
Every kiss. Every filthy word. Every perfect thrust.
She could still see him—sweaty, hovering above her, squinting through that messy blonde hair of his, those blue eyes locked on her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Eyes that once gleamed with nothing but childhood innocence—the wide-eyed boy she remembered from days long gone. And now... as a man—those same eyes were darker. Shadowed by everything he'd become for her—by the aching need to please her, by the desperate, unrelenting desire to claim her.
A beautiful mistake...
...and one she knew she'd make again.
Hinata shook her head, forcing those images, those thoughts away, and instead, planted her focus on the road, on the lights, on the quiet gray that had started to creep into the horizon.
By the time she reached home, the world was just beginning to stir.
The house was still. Empty.
Just the way she left it.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside, and like she had so many times before, she followed the same routine. She stripped down in the hallway—underwear and all. Then she walked to the washroom, dropping her ruined clothes into the hamper. She tucked them deep beneath the others, burying every trace—every stain, every wrinkle—where no one would think to look, where no one would ever know.
She'd make sure to wash them first thing when she woke up.
She walked upstairs, dull as a doll, her numb legs carrying her into the bedroom she shared with her husband.
With Kiba.
She pulled the same soft gown over her naked body—the one she'd worn earlier that night, back when she was still pretending to be whole. She pulled it over her bare skin, skin still raw, still tingling from hands that weren't her husband's.
She covered the marks. Hid the sin.
And then, she climbed into bed.
The sheets were cool. The mattress still undisturbed.
She rolled onto her side with a deep, exhausted sigh, pulled the covers up to her chin, and closed her eyes.
And there, in the silence, she waited.
Waited just like she always did.
Waited for the soft click of the front door at 6:04 a.m. Just like always.
Waited for the creak of the stairs, the gentle swing of the bedroom door...
And then—the bed dipping behind her.
A warm breath ghosted over her shoulder, followed by the slow, quiet shift of the mattress as a familiar body eased in close behind her. Strong arms slipped around her waist, pulling her in gently, until a head nestled into the crook of her neck—and soft strands of brown hair tickled her skin.
Kiba.
"Hey... 'Nata, you awake?" His voice was hoarse, worn thin from exhaustion, barely more than a whisper.
"Probably not, huh."
He leaned in close, pressing his nose gently to her skin as he breathed her in—the familiar scent she'd made sure to wear.
And just like always...he sighed in relief.
"Man, I'm glad to be home."
He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck—the same exact spot Naruto had kissed hours before.
"Missed you all night, babe."
That was all it took. Just those words.
And the dam broke.
The pain. The guilt. The shame.
Everything Hinata had been trying to suppress all night came crashing to the surface—whether she wanted it to or not. A single tear slipped quietly down her cheek, disappearing into a pillow she didn't deserve.
And still, she said nothing.
She just pretended to be asleep.
Pretended she didn't hear Kiba.
Pretended she hadn't betrayed him. Again.
She just lay there, silent.
Wrapped in the arms of the man she'd promised herself to...
...while her heart was still caught in the bed she'd just left behind.
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Notes:
A.N.
You know, there's something really satisfying about finally crossing off all these different tropes I've been itching to explore.
One that's been living rent-free in my mind for a while now was the Netorare (NTR) trope—specifically, the married woman falling for her husband's best friend angle. That particular dynamic has been tugging at my brain for some time, and I just finally gave in, haha.
Also, I've been heavily inspired by the song For Tonight. I linked it above. The lyrics are so on point and capture the exact mood I wanted for this oneshot. Honestly, listening to that track was one of the main sparks that pushed me to finally write this out. It just felt right.
Hope it hits the way I intended. 💭🔥
Just a heads-up—these taboo tropes? Oh, they're far from over. 😏
I've got so many more lined up, it's wild. Honestly, I've got a whole stash of oneshots just waiting to be unleashed. My brain's been on overdrive lately, and at this point? I'm just letting it run free.
And truthfully, it's been so refreshing. Liberating, even.
I really hope you're all enjoying this wild little ride as much as I am. If you are, don't forget to show some love by voting and dropping kudos—it means the world to me. 💖
Even to my silent readers—I see you, and I appreciate you too. 💫
Also! The holidays are right around the corner, specifically the 4th of July, and I fully plan to drop an update on that day! 🎆
It's a special oneshot I absolutely fell in love with while writing, and I can’t wait to share it with you all. It’s got that spark, haha.
Love you all! Stay tuned! 💕
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Chapter 47: ❦Unfinished Business❦
Summary:
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Everyone can agree that divorce is a messy affair, and for CEO Naruto Uzumaki, it was the hardest battle he had ever faced. His ex-wife, Hinata Hyūga, the heiress to one of Tokyo's most exclusive casino businesses, had walked out of his life, leaving behind nothing but shattered vows, broken promises... and him in pieces.Years later, at a glittering business gala, their paths crossed again, and with a single glance, old wounds bled fresh. It was clear to them both—there was still business to settle, still unfinished heat simmering beneath their polished facades.
And as the night unfolded, so did the truth.
Whatever was between them was far from over.
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Notes:
Hello again, my lovely readers!
Happy Fourth of July! 🎆💙❤️
As promised, I'm dropping a special update today! I know the world feels extremely chaotic right now, but that doesn't mean we can't take time to enjoy the moments that bring us joy—whether that's with family, friends, or simply soaking in the freedom to do what makes your heart happy!
This particular one-shot holds a very special place in my heart, and I poured a lot into it, so I truly hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
✨😊🫶🏽❤️✨
Down below, you'll see some character designs I included for both Naruto and Hinata—just a little evidence of me going totally overboard with the details, lol. 😅
Before you jump in, I wanted to give a bit of a breakdown on the looks:
🌟💜 Hinata's outfit in this fic is inspired by a variation of Taylor Swift's 2025 Grammys red dress—I thought it was such a fun and elegant choice. In my version, she wears a silver thigh bracelet to match the color of her dress.
🌟🖤 Naruto keeps it clean and classic in a black tux, but in my mind, his hair is a little longer and spikier (just the way I always tend to write him, lol).
Thank you so much for being here, and I really hope this story adds a little extra magic to your day.
Love you all!
Don't forget to comment and vote!
Enjoy!💫🖤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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All-Consuming Desire • Bittersweet Reunion • Business AU • Casino Owner • CEO • Cold!Hinata • Divorce • Drama • Enemies/Lovers (they don't really know) • Ex-Lovers • Exes Reunited • Former Lovers • Glitz and Glamour • Heavy Angst • High Society • Hurt/Comfort • Jealousy • Love/Hate Dynamics • Mature Themes • Modern AU • Power Couple • Professional Rivalry • Repressed Feelings • Second Chances • Sexual Tension • Slow Burn • Unresolved Issues • Wealthy Lifestyle •
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Anal Play • Body Worship • Biting • Chaotic • Claiming • Cock Worship • Couch Sex • Desperation Kink • Dirty Talk • Down Bad!Naruto • Emotional Sex • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Freaky • Frottage • Hair Pulling • Loss Of Control • Make-Up Sex • Marathon Sex • Marking • Messy • Multiple Orgasms • Obsession • Overstimulation • Ownership • Pent-Up Lust • Possessive Behavior • Possession • Power Play • Praise Kink • Pussy Worship • Rough Sex • Semi-Public Sex • Size Difference Sex • Spanking • Tryst • Vaginal Sex • Zelophilia •
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Unfinished Business
Naruto straightened the crisp line of his black tie, his calloused fingers gliding over the cool silk with a barely concealed sigh of irritation.
He couldn't hide it—not tonight.
He wasn't in the best of moods.
His mood was a slow burn, a low thrum of annoyance that pulsed just beneath his skin, every breath he took merely fanning the embers.
He didn't want to be here.
His jaw clenched, fingers twitching at his sides. His chest felt tight, like it was wrapped in resistant bands, the tailored fabric of his tuxedo only adding to the suffocating pressure. It felt like a fucking straightjacket at this point.
Fuck.
He needed something to take the edge off.
Right on cue, a server glided past, a silver tray balanced perfectly on one white-gloved hand.
Naruto's lips curled a tad at the edges.
Just about damn time.
His hand moved with a graceful swipe, plucking a glass without so much as a word.
He didn't wait.
He brought the glass to his parched lips a mere second later.
His sip was quick, almost impatient, like the drink held the answers to every problem gnawing at him—like it could magically erase them all in one burning gulp. Or if not that—at least settle the restlessness gnawing at his insides.
Naruto let out a low hum, the drink sliding down with a bite of cool fizz, providing somewhat of a relief.
Champagne, neat.
Just what he needed.
Naruto's cerulean eyes drifted again, wandering without permission, ignoring the disgust curling in his gut at everything they landed on.
Kami, how he hated it.
The room around him stretched wide like some warped fever dream, a grand hall soaked in glitter and gold, carved straight from the fantasies of the rich and insatiable.
The ceilings arched impossibly high overhead, towering like a gilded cathedral, too grand to be real, too suffocating to breathe in. Chandeliers hung like glass spiders, dangling from above, spinning fractured light across the room in all directions.
Every surface flaunted itself, polished to a blinding sheen. Every detail screamed for attention, desperate to be noticed, desperate to be envied.
It wasn't elegance.
It wasn't taste.
And it damn sure wasn't fashion.
This was pure overcompensation, in every gaudy detail. Wealth displayed without any subtlety, merely flexing for the sake of showing off.
It was all flash. All noise. All so painfully desperate to impress.
But Naruto was hardly impressed.
He'd seen this exact kind of hollow spectacle more times than he could count.
The glitter didn't blind him anymore.
He knew exactly what this was—a performance.
That's all it ever was.
Just another social event, another box to tick on his never-ending list of corporate obligations, the kind that drained more than it gave.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
A formal gala.
The Moonlight Soirée.
It was just as extravagant as the name dared to promise, set right in the glimmering heart of Tokyo, Japan. A place that straddled the line between art gallery and social circus—half aesthetic, half act, but none of it genuine.
Just pretend.
Million-yen paintings lined every wall, each one framed in gold and bathed in spotlight like they were holy relics—or whatever overpriced bullshit they were peddling it as.
Most of the art pieces were massive, almost the size of a damn coffin, given its own section like it was too precious to share space with anything else.
But Naruto begged to differ.
In his eyes, they weren't anything to get wide-eyed or wow-faced about.
Half of them looked like they were painted by elitist creeps, trying to pass off their lust as "expression." All bare skin and over-sexualized poses, slapped under fancy names and frames that cost more than the art deserved.
And the rest was no better.
Just the messy, self-indulgent ramblings of certified weirdos with oversized egos and unchecked issues, smearing their madness across the canvas and calling it masterpieces.
Maybe it was his mood talking.
Maybe he was just being cynical.
But honestly, he couldn't feel a damn thing for any of it.
Just flat-out disgust.
The subject matter was all over the place.
A few paintings had the decency to stick to the event's theme—serene landscapes, mostly of the moon itself, rendered in varying phases. Some were tranquil depictions of the moon's reflection over water, others captured the soft glow spilling over mountaintops and meadows in every season.
To be fair... they weren't that bad.
Cheap knock-offs of the real thing, sure—but still somewhat pleasant to look at.
At the very least, those pieces actually looked like they belonged in a gallery.
Because then, there were the others.
They called them...anatomical studies.
Hah, what a joke.
It was more like softcore porn parading as art—bodies twisted, arched, and sprawled in ways that felt more voyeuristic than educational. And as if to class it up, they tossed a splash of moonlight over it, pretending it somehow tied into the theme.
A pitiful effort.
Then came the surrealist nightmares.
That bullshit.
Dark random spurts of paint. Violent bursts of color splattered like the work of a schizophrenic patient. Disjointed faces. Melting mouths. Naked torsos and tangled limbs twisted into shapes meant to disturb—but not for any deep reason.
Just for the sake of being "edgy."
But the crowd—they ate it up.
Nodding and gasping like connoisseurs.
Pretending they understood it.
Pretending they cared.
Cared about the meaning. Cared about the message.
Cared enough to act like they were there for the art, not for the flash of a camera. They all stood beside the canvases not to appreciate them. No, certainly not that. They stood there solely to use them—to be seen next to something that might make them look interesting by association.
But Naruto knew better.
No one gave a damn about the paintings.
Because the real attraction—the real show—wasn't on the walls.
It was walking through the room.
The guests were the centerpieces here—louder than the chandeliers, shinier than the gold.
Living exhibits of luxury.
Worth more than half the so-called art surrounding them—and they didn't even try to hide it.
One look was all it took.
Diamonds clung to their wrists and dripped from their necks. Silk wrapped tight around their sculpted bodies, cut to perfection. Tailored suits. Designer gowns. Luxury purses. All of it screamed status, carrying price tags that could bankrupt the average household without breaking a sweat.
No, these people weren't just attendees.
They were assets. Investments.
And they all knew it.
Naruto should've felt right at home.
After all, he was the self-made CEO of Uzumaki Investments—a man who had clawed his way up from nothing, built an entire empire with just his bare hands, and now stood among Tokyo's elite as a king among commoners, a shark among guppies.
He should have been mingling, laughing, and holding court with the titans of industry.
Having a good ol' time.
But he didn't.
Didn't care, quite frankly.
At least, not tonight.
Therefore, he found himself gritting his teeth, his patience worn thin by hollow conversations and painted-on smiles. His head throbbed with the dull ache of overexposure, the weight of the room pressing in from all sides.
He just wanted to leave.
Reluctantly, he moved through the crowd, his broad shoulders parting seas of satin and silk. His smile remained carefully curated, the curve of his lips a well-worn mask hiding the simmering agitation beneath.
He had the art of that smile down to a science.
Perfected to the very last detail.
It was the same smile he'd always worn—in boardrooms, in interviews, in front of cameras—anything to keep his real thoughts locked up and buried.
An exchange of nods here.
Half-hearted smiles there.
He knew how to play the game.
Knew how to shift the pieces, twist the board in his favor, and fake the charm. Make it look real—even when it wasn't.
And tonight was no different.
As he moved through the crowd, faces passed by him in a blur, each one more forgettable than the last.
He made sure to keep his head slightly down as he walked—not enough to draw suspicion, just enough to avoid catching anyone's eye. After all, the last thing he needed was some nobody yelling his name, dragging him into any bullshit—
"Uzumaki-san, there you are!"
Naruto clicked his tongue.
Tch. Too late.
"Dammit," He muttered under his breath in frustration.
For half a second, he considered it—just walking away. Turning in the opposite direction and pretending he hadn't heard the loud idiot shouting his name across the room.
But that was the problem.
He was loud. Too damn loud.
"Uzumaki-san!"
Naruto sighed and reluctantly slowed his stride.
His gaze lifted.
An overly eager executive, buttoned up in a stiff, overpriced suit, cut through the crowd like a heat-seeking missile on commission. He didn't glance at a single soul as he moved, his eyes locked straight on Naruto, like he was the only person in the damn room.
And that grin?
Hell, that was probably the biggest shit-eating grin Naruto had ever seen—stretched damn near ear to ear, every one of his pearly whites on full display.
It was almost embarrassing.
Almost pathetic.
Naruto had to thrust his tongue into his cheek just to keep himself from laughing.
He couldn't help it.
The guy was just too easy to pick apart.
First? That grin. How could he not start there? It was way too big, way too forced—plastic to the point of being offensive.
Then came his eyes.
Narrowed just enough to give him away.
Naruto knew that look; he had seen it more times than he cared to remember. The look of someone who wanted something—and was about to open their mouth and speak like they were entitled to it.
It was all there, written across his face, clear as day.
Naruto could read him like an open book, and not even a good one. More like a...children's book.
Big letters. Obvious plot. No twists.
Every page more transparent than the last.
The man might as well have had "I'm desperate" stamped across his damn forehead in bold red ink.
Tsk, amateur.
And because of that, Naruto already knew what was coming next.
He barely held back a sigh as the man finally reached him, beaming like he'd just landed a billion-yen deal. And if Naruto thought the grin was bad? His voice was worse. It was bright, over-rehearsed as hell, and damn near sweet enough to rot teeth on impact.
Yeah, it was that bad.
"Uzumaki-san, what an honor. It's such a privilege to finally meet you."
Right on cue, Naruto's lips curled into a practiced smile, a polished mask hiding the yawning pit of boredom beneath. He clasped the man's hand in a firm handshake, felt his clammy grip, and nodded through whatever pitch came next.
"I've been hoping to discuss a potential collaboration—"
Naruto barely registered his words, his mind already drifting elsewhere.
This was nothing new.
It was always the same story.
As the CEO of Uzumaki Investments, Naruto had become a magnet for opportunity seekers, the kind of people who saw his success and immediately smelled money.
His company's investment strategies were legendary, known for turning millions into billions, for taking risks where others saw loss, and for emerging with profits that made headlines. And because of that, trust fund guppies circled him like vultures, hoping to snatch a piece of what he had built from the ground up.
From hedge funds to tech startups, from real estate developers to luxury brands, every handshake was a silent calculation, every smile a hidden agenda.
"Collaboration," they always said, but Naruto knew what they really meant. They wanted to ride his success, to tap into his resources, and to use his connections and expertise as a shortcut to wealth.
Because when Uzumaki Investments made a move, the markets shifted.
When Naruto spoke, investors listened.
His name practically screamed profit, his company the golden goose everyone wanted a feather from.
And so, those who were able to fall into his orbit were surely the lucky ones.
Because after all, Naruto had to be extra careful when choosing business partners, had to sift through the noise, separating the opportunists from the real allies. Because behind every proposed partnership was a hand reaching into his pocket, a favor disguised as an opportunity to dip into his profits.
Naruto didn't survive by being nice. He survived by navigating the sharks by being the biggest shark in the room.
To gut them all and watch them bleed.
And the executive standing before him?
Definitely a shark.
It was obvious.
Grinning like a fool and rattling on about "brand synergy" and "co-branded exposure strategies," he was the embodiment of the corporate static Naruto had long since mastered the art of tuning out.
All fluff.
All talk.
When he actually tuned in, for a split second, he caught that the man held the grand title of Chief Brand Strategist at some watered-down lifestyle company pushing influencer merch and monthly subscription boxes.
Cringe-worthy garbage.
Just more hollow nonsense—offering nothing of value.
No innovation. No leverage.
No reach Naruto couldn't create himself, with just one meeting, one call, or one flash of his name.
The man was offering dust—and expecting diamonds in return.
A pickpocket in a tailored suit.
Naruto gave a tight smile.
Next.
After a maddening five and a half minutes of forced smiles and hollow flattery, Naruto finally broke away—tossing the guy a casual pat on the back, like the whole thing had actually been worth his damn time.
But he barely made it three steps before another eager body slid into his path—fresh grin of white teeth, another hand outstretched, halting him in his tracks.
Again.
And again.
Proving exactly why he had been so reluctant to come here in the first place.
"Uzumaki-sama, a pleasure."
"I heard Uzumaki Investments is expanding again—any truth to the rumors?"
"Tell us, Uzumaki-san, what's your secret to staying on top?"
Another face, another name, another conversation.
Just more polished, empty pleasantries, desperate pitches, and hollow smiles.
Nothing useful.
All of it dull, meaningless.
Naruto entertained a few, standing just long enough to answer their questions, all while going through the motions. A series of nods, practiced chuckles, and the delivery of perfectly curated responses—every word, every expression, exactly what they wanted to see.
And they fell for it.
They always did.
Though, he was grateful for it.
Because beneath the polished charm and the tailored suit, Naruto was fighting a losing battle against the gnawing ache of emptiness inside. It grew stronger and stronger by the day, a cold, constant reminder that no matter how much power he had, no matter how much wealth, no matter how successful he was—
He was still just a man trapped in a gilded cage.
All alone.
"Please, enjoy the rest of the gala."
The words slid effortlessly off Naruto's tongue as he raised his third glass of champagne to his lips—using the sip as the perfect excuse to disappear into the crowd, his steps already drawing him deeper into the ballroom.
Maybe if he pretended to admire the art, he could buy himself a moment of peace. But just as he was about to, his feet halted, the polished leather of his oxfords stilling against the marble floor.
His ears perked up.
He heard something.
A sound.
It was familiar. Too familiar.
It floated past the chatter, slipping between the notes of classical music playing overhead...
A faint ribbon of laughter.
Naruto's spine snapped straight in an instant. His fingers clenched tight around his champagne glass.
He didn't need to turn around to know who the culprit behind that laughter was, whose voice had just pierced the air mere seconds ago.
He couldn't have forgotten it, even if he'd tried.
That voice was etched constantly into his thoughts, in his dreams, a haunting melody he could never quite shake, even after all these years.
The voice of the woman who had left him in pieces and never once looked back.
He didn't know why he turned. Didn't know why he let it draw him in.
He knew better.
He knew it would only make things worse—cut deeper. Hurt more.
But his body didn't care.
It just... moved.
And so, reluctantly, he turned—and there she was.
Hinata Hyūga.
His ex-wife.
She wasn't hard to miss.
Not now.
Not like this.
Hinata was just as beautiful as the last day he saw her—maybe even more so. She stood beneath the soft glow of a nearby art piece, the light draping her in gold, kissing her porcelain skin.
Every angle. Every curve.
Framed in brilliance.
Breathtaking without even trying.
Her long, midnight-blue hair was curled in soft waves, positioned elegantly over her bare shoulder, revealing the soft, graceful curve of her neck. A single diamond earring dangled from her visible ear, catching the light with a gleam so sharp, it could've rivaled the very moonlight itself.
And just like every woman in the room, she wore a gown.
But none of theirs could hold a candle to hers.
Not even close.
Her gown was lavender from shoulder to hem, with sparkles woven through like threads of stardust. And with every subtle shift of her hips and every graceful sway, they danced like constellations.
Glittering.
Flashing.
Blinding him in the most beautifully punishing way.
The neckline plunged low, revealing cleavage so bold it should've been illegal in a room this full.
It made it damn near impossible for him not to stare.
The dress hugged her in an unapologetically tight embrace—clinging to every curve, sculpting every inch of that hourglass frame of hers like it had been molded to her skin.
Molded to every goddamn inch that used to be his.
His to touch. His to kiss. His to own.
And just when he thought the damage was done—his gaze dropped lower.
Below the waist.
The gown pooled gently at her thighs, teasing the edge of indecency—until the right side parted.
High.
Way too high.
A daring slit that exposed the silver glint of a thigh bracelet, snug against her flawless skin. And hanging from it was a single charm.
An H.
Her initial.
Pure fucking perfection.
Naruto's heart stumbled, a single beat that left him feeling off-kilter, unsteady.
Hinata looked like something out of a dream.
His dream.
Naruto hadn't expected her to show up at the Moonlight Soirée.
But it didn't matter.
She belonged in this room just as much as he did—another heavyweight name among Tokyo's finest.
The Princess of The Hyūga Palace.
She was Hinata Hyūga—heiress to one of Tokyo's most exclusive casinos, a woman as powerful as she was elegant, a living embodiment of the empire she would one day inherit.
A queen among kings, the brightest jewel in her father's crown.
Hiashi Hyūga, the owner of The Hyūga Palace.
Her father was a fickle fellow, notoriously difficult to impress.
He was a man with ice in his veins and a stone in his chest where a heart should be. He ran his casino empire with a tight fist, every yen accounted for, every deal scrutinized beneath the harsh light of his cold, pupil-less gaze.
He had a reputation for being as cutthroat as the card games in his casino, a man who could read people like a deck of cards and knew exactly when to fold or raise the stakes.
For Naruto, getting into Hiashi's good graces had not been easy.
He was a traditionalist, a sharp-eyed, calculating businessman who saw the world in ratios and risks, a man who could shake your hand while measuring your worth in just a single glance.
But Naruto had been persistent.
Back then, he was just a scrappy underdog—a self-made man newly crowned CEO and only just starting to get his business off the ground.
But even then, Naruto had recognized the value of partnering with a man like Hiashi Hyūga. After all, a successful casino like The Hyūga Palace was more than just a house of cards and dice, more than just for gambling.
Oh no.
It was a financial powerhouse.
A honey pot for wealth that drew in high-net-worth clients, business magnates, and elite investors from all around the world. For Uzumaki Investments, this meant access to an elite clientele, the kind of wealthy investors who could inject millions into his business.
A gateway to an endless stream of capital, and in the financial world, capital was the ultimate leverage.
Naruto had seen it early on—the potential to merge the thrill of high-stakes gambling with the strategic world of investments, creating a partnership that could make both him and Hiashi richer than ever.
So, he pushed hard.
He made his moves carefully and played his cards right.
In time, Naruto proved himself, showing Hiashi that he wasn't just some corporate opportunist looking to cash in on the Hyūga name.
No, he was there to build something with it, to protect it.
Because he cared.
And he cared a lot.
Therefore, he had built a bridge of trust, laying down every brick of effort until Hiashi had finally relented out of respect for his grit and tenacity, allowing him into his family's business—and, eventually, into his daughter's heart.
At first, it had been strictly business.
Just a mutually beneficial alliance—one that quickly became one of the smartest moves he'd ever made.
But the moment he met her, everything changed.
Hinata Hyūga.
The princess of the casino floor, the heiress of The Hyūga Palace, the woman who had stood beside him when he had nothing and had supported him when he had everything.
And for a while, it was all rainbows and sunshine.
Until...
Divorce.
Naruto's jaw ticked, that cursed word striking a nerve every damn time.
Their marriage had been a complete rollercoaster.
Passion. Power. A merger of empires.
His business acumen. Her family's casino dynasty.
They had been the golden couple, shining beneath high society's spotlight, the envy of everyone around them.
But gold?
Gold tarnishes.
The last day they were "together," they'd been surrounded by shattered glass and broken vows, words hurled like weapons, leaving nothing but scars and tears in their wake.
Naruto could still hear the echo of their last argument, the harsh words he'd said that he still regretted to this day. All the screaming, the finger-pointing, the anger—every bit of blame, every misunderstanding, and every fault.
His faults .
Naruto had to admit.
He had done harm.
He had broken a vow.
He had broken them.
In the early days of their relationship, he and Hinata had promised each other:
"No matter what, nothing comes between us. Not even our businesses."
They had made that vow not just behind closed doors but out loud, standing before family, friends, and the altar itself. A vow made in the glow of new love, in the light of a future they thought was unbreakable.
But Naruto had always been a man with a singular focus, a man who saw the finish line and sprinted toward it, no matter what.
So, when Uzumaki Investments began to expand, he threw himself into his work, pushing harder, reaching higher, driven by the need to prove to the world—and maybe to himself—that he was more than just some street kid with a chip on his shoulder.
Wasn't just the underdog scraping by anymore.
He had told himself it was for them, that every late night, every missed dinner, and every empty promise was a sacrifice made in the name of their future.
He'd thought Hinata, of all people, would understand—an heiress born into a thriving empire, someone who knew the cost of success. He thought she'd see his absence for what it was: a sacrifice. A sign of dedication, of how hard he was working to build something lasting.
He thought she'd wait. Because she loved him.
Because that's what love was supposed to do—hold on, stay strong, believe.
But the kind of wait he was asking for?
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't...reasonable.
He realized that now.
While he was consumed by his work, drowning in endless meetings, spending late nights in the office, and chasing success, he had been building walls, closing himself into a gilded cage of his own making.
And somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, he'd locked her out.
He didn't even notice when he broke the simplest vow they'd ever made—the one promise that had meant more to them than anything in this entire world.
"Always put each other first."
But he hadn't.
He'd put his business first.
And when it all started to crack—when Hinata stood in front of him, voice shaking, tears in her eyes, begging him to just see her, to be her husband again—he was too deep in his own world to hear her falling apart.
Too blind to notice he was losing her.
And by the time he finally looked up, she was already gone.
Just the door slamming shut behind her.
And then... those damn divorce papers.
With a shaky hand, Naruto took another gulp of his drink, the alcohol numbing nothing, the ache beneath his ribs as raw as ever.
What the hell was she doing here?
Out of every face he could've encountered tonight, hers was the one that hit the hardest—and the one he never thought he'd see again.
He hadn't laid eyes on her in so long—not since the divorce.
Not since everything fell apart.
The last time they'd shared a room, it wasn't love that filled the space—it was tension.
A private fucking courtroom.
Their interactions reduced to nothing but lawyers' voices and stacks of paperwork.
Their final chapter.
They had split their lives as neatly as their assets—her estate, his penthouse, her father's casino, his boardroom. There were entire streets of the city they had silently agreed to avoid, an unspoken agreement to stay the hell out of each other's way.
But there she was. Again.
Same event. Same room. Same space.
And of course—she wasn't alone.
Naruto's fingers tightened further around the stem of his champagne flute, his knuckles turning bone-white, the delicate crystal threatening to crack beneath the pressure.
Hinata's lips moved, painted in that same blood-red the same way they had years ago—the very shade that used to ruin him. They glided smoothly, all her attention locked on the smug bastard beside her.
Just looking at him made Naruto's blood boil.
The sight of her, standing that close to another man, hit him like a gut punch, like barbed wire wrapping tight around his chest.
His jaw clenched. His molars ground.
Damn it.
This shouldn't matter to him.
Hinata wasn't his anymore.
Not his wife. Not his anything.
Not legally. Not technically. Not even in passing.
He had no right to feel jealous. No right to feel bitter. No right to feel a damn thing.
And yet...he did.
He couldn't bring himself to walk away. Couldn't bring himself to look away.
His entire world was locked on her, shackled to the way her laughter tickled the air, to how her body was positioned, angling just slightly toward the man beside her.
But it was that tiny gesture, that innocent shift, that lit a fire in his chest.
It pissed him the fuck off.
A vein broke across his temple.
What the actual fuck was this?
He had sworn his feelings were gone.
The rage. The ache. The longing.
Sworn he buried them.
Left them to rot.
But now, just seeing her—right there, in front of him after all this time—ripped those old wounds wide open.
Like the years in between had meant nothing.
Like time hadn't dulled a damn thing.
He couldn't stop it. Didn't even try.
And just like before, his body just... moved.
Like instinct. Like gravity.
Like...fate.
Naruto cut through the crowd, each step pulling him deeper, the sea of tailored suits and glittering gowns splitting around him. His gaze never wavered from Hinata as he crossed the floor, like a charging bull, blind to anything that wasn't her.
The mysterious brown-haired man's gaze shifted first, a flicker of recognition, or maybe caution, as Naruto approached. Hinata turned a heartbeat later, and the change in her expression was microscopic, a practiced poker face slipping into place.
But he saw it.
Only he could.
The corner of her beautiful lavender eyes widened just a fraction, a subtle flutter of her lashes, before her expression settled into something carefully neutral.
She was still so damn good at that—hiding her emotions behind a porcelain mask.
It was actually an elegance he had once admired.
But now, it was a barrier he wanted to tear down, to rip apart with his bare hands if he had to.
Just to get to the truth buried underneath.
To make her remember who she used to belong to.
Every touch. Every promise. Every sin they'd once shared behind closed doors.
To remind her what they used to be.
"Hinata-san."
Her name was a loaded gun, and Naruto was more than ready to pull the trigger.
Hinata's lashes fluttered at the call of her name, her gaze rising to meet his.
Eyes locking.
The space between them evaporated in an instant as Naruto finally closed the gap, standing in front of her, closer than he had any right to be.
"Naruto-san."
Her plump lips curled around his name, a sound that stirred old wounds and new desires all at once.
Naruto took a slow sip of his drink, savoring the heat.
"Didn't expect to see you here." He managed to keep his voice cordial, surprisingly, but his knuckles were white against the crystal glass of his beverage.
Hinata's lips curved, not quite a smile, just the ghost of one.
"Surprise, surprise." She said smoothly, almost charmingly, and there was even a touch of amusement present there too.
But he saw it.
The contrast.
Her lavender eyes, once so soft and warm, were now as cold as ice, a frosted window he could barely see through now.
He clicked his tongue, slipping a hand into his tux pocket, "Now, Hinata-san, you know me well enough to know I hate surprises."
Her lavender eyes narrowed, a subtle shift that most people would have missed.
But not him.
It was her turn to click her tongue.
"Aw, what a shame." Her hand drifted up her body, across the slit of her dress, to clutch her right hip.
"You used to love them."
His lips twitched, "Key word—used to."
They stared at each other.
Just....stared.
But in that single, silent moment, a thousand words passed between them—none of them spoken, yet all of them sharp enough to cut.
But, just like in the past, Hinata was the first to move on.
Her gaze shifted to the man at her side, and she lifted one dainty hand in an elegant wave—a delicate gesture made all the more captivating by the soft jingle of the silver bangles stacked on her wrist.
Naruto caught himself staring a little too long.
No ring.
"Kiba-san, this is my ex-husband—Naruto Uzumaki."
Ex-husband.
Naruto fought back from wincing.
Damn. That stung.
Way more than it should've.
And the worst part?
She said it like it meant nothing.
Like he hadn't once been her everything.
"I'm sure you've heard all about Uzumaki-san." Hinata offered a small smile, perfectly polite, perfectly detached, as she tilted her head slightly, "He's quite the powerhouse in the corporate world, after all."
Uzumaki-san.
Another sting.
Naruto's body tensed, "Hai, and I—"
But she didn't let him finish.
"Though, just between us," Hinata murmured, leaning in toward Kiba with a tilt of her head and a faint, cutting smile, "when it comes to life outside the corporate sphere... let's just say, he leaves a lot to be desired."
And just like that, Naruto's words died on his tongue.
The jab hit home. Right where it hurt.
Instantly, his perfectly composed expression cracked into a cold, simmering glare.
And Hinata didn't flinch.
She glared right back.
"Yes, I must admit," Naruto started again, "it's rare to find a moment for personal connection in my line of work, but it's something I'm working on." He practically seethed out the last few words.
Hinata tilted her head, "Oh? Still a work in progress, then?" She shrugged, "How... consistent of you."
The brown-haired man beside her blinked, clearly out of his depth. His eyes continuously darted between them like he'd just wandered into a storm he hadn't dressed for.
Tension. Thick as hell.
He cleared his throat in that classic "please stop fighting in front of me" way, snapping them both out of their stare-off.
"Uh, right. I'm Kiba Inuzuka." He extended a hand toward Naruto, offering a thin smile, "A pleasure to meet you, Uzumaki-san."
Naruto's handshake was firm, deliberately so, and he didn't miss the slight wince as Kiba's knuckles were momentarily crushed by his grip.
His blue eyes darkened, a shadow creeping in beneath the cool surface of his polished demeanor.
Yeah.
He knew that name.
Kiba Inuzuka.
Co-founder and face of Inuzuka Ventures.
He's made quite the name for himself in the tech world—not through clean coding or sterile software.
No, nothing of that sort.
Instead, Kiba specialized in developing cutting-edge interactive guest tech for upscale social spaces and entertainment hubs.
Touchscreen ordering systems, mobile VIP access, and digital loyalty apps—the kind of flashy, user-friendly tech that upscale hotel chains, exclusive nightclubs, and casinos across Japan were scrambling to get their hands on.
A promising name, sure—but still an up-and-comer.
Young. Polished.
And, in Naruto's eyes, still wet behind the ears.
He could practically smell the new money clinging to him. Probably why he hadn't recognized his face right away.
He saw too many faces, after all, but a name?
Oh no.
Naruto never forgets a name.
Kiba was always known to be the clingy type—hovering near power, brushing elbows with Japan's most elite, hoping to weasel his way in.
A seat-stealer. A crumb-catcher.
And judging by how close he stood to Hinata, it was clear Kiba was pitching more than just a business proposal.
Naruto's fist clenched at his side, but his smile didn't budge.
"Well, I would introduce myself too, Inuzuka-san, but..." Naruto's gaze slid over to the midnight-blue-haired woman standing beside him.
"Seems my ex-wife beat me to it," He muttered, his grip tightening just a little harder around Kiba's hand.
Kiba's smile wavered, just a flicker, but Naruto saw it.
"Ah, I see..." Kiba gave an awkward chuckle, quickly retracting his hand from Naruto's crushing grip. He rubbed his fingers out slowly, working the soreness from the tendons with a few firm strokes and a semi-casual shake of his hand.
"There's no need, really. I've, uh... heard a lot about you, Uzumaki-san," Kiba mumbled, his voice strained, that fragile layer of composure already splintering, the tightness in his smile giving him away.
Naruto's lip twitched.
"Ah, really now?" He replied smoothly, his smile all teeth—a little too sharp to be friendly, that polished charm of his sliding over his words like oil on water.
"All good things, I'm sure."
Kiba let out a nervous chuckle, "Y-Yeah, naturally. You've got a rep, man." He shifted his weight, nodding, "Big moves. Smart investments. Ruthless strategies."
"Ruthless?" Naruto raised a brow, tilting his head slightly, "Mm. I prefer the term efficient."
His eyes cut back to Hinata briefly as she silently observed them converse—her expression unreadable, composed. But his gaze drifted, betraying his restraint. It followed the graceful curve of her collarbone... and there it was.
That necklace.
The one he had given her—once upon a time.
She was still wearing it.
"I've got to hand it to you—Uzumaki Investments is seriously impressive," Kiba's voice rose again, "Starting something like that from the ground up? That's no small feat."
He let out a deep hum of contemplation before continuing, "Word is you've got your hands in everything—real estate development, equity stakes in rising tech firms, even dabbling in some renewable energy initiatives."
Kiba chuckled softly, casting Hinata a playful glance, "I mean, seriously, who's actually pulling that off?"
Hinata offered a graceful shrug, "Mm, sounds exactly like something Uzumaki-san would do."
He turned back to Naruto, his grin widening, "And don't even get me started on the talk about your newest project—how your private equity division's been taking on struggling businesses and flipping them around in under a year."
Kiba gave a nod of respect, his eyes narrowing with interest, "Man, I'd genuinely love to hear more about your portfolio sometime. Might learn a thing or two."
Naruto turned back to the rambling nerd with a glint in his eye.
"Oh, I'm sure you would." His tone dripped with insinuation, and for a second—just one—Kiba looked like he regretted opening his mouth at all.
Naruto caught the shadow that flickered across his features.
And just like that, he changed lanes.
"So, Inuzuka Ventures?" He said casually, swirling his drink in slow circles.
"What's your game plan, huh?" He shrugged his shoulders, "Plastering your little touchscreen toys and VIP gimmicks across every casino and lounge from here to Okinawa?"
Hinata narrowed her eyes.
Kiba gave a short, slightly strained laugh, just shy of defensive, "Something like that. We're actually breaking into the exclusive resort space now—looking to partner with brands that already have serious market pull to boost visibility for our tech."
Naruto's smile didn't budge.
There it was. The pitch.
"Ah. So that's what brings you to events like this, eh?" He lifted his glass, "Not just the champagne and art?"
Kiba laughed, brushing it off with a grin, "Come on, of course not. Networking's half the game, after all."
"Mm." Naruto glanced at Hinata purposely, lingering just long enough to make a point before returning to Kiba, "You sure that other half isn't just about cozying up to women who can open a few more doors for you?"
That made Kiba freeze up—just for a moment too long.
Hinata's brow lifted ever so slightly.
"Naruto-san," She said, calm but unmistakably firm, "I'd prefer if you didn't insult my company."
Naruto turned to her, his smile still in place—only now it didn't reach his eyes.
"Wasn't an insult," He replied smoothly, "Just an observation. I've been in this game long enough to know when someone's playing it."
Once again, they just...stared.
Stuck in a lover's quarrel, glaring at one another.
Kiba, on the other hand, shifted like a bug caught in a spider's web, his slitted black eyes darting between them, a hint of unease tightening the line of his shoulders.
"I'll, uh... go get us some drinks," He offered, his voice a little too bright, the strained cheerfulness doing nothing to hide his urge to bolt. And bolt he did—quickly, awkwardly, almost pathetically.
Naruto scoffed, barely sparing him a glance, "Oh, please."
He raised a single hand, flagging down a nearby server. One came fluttering over almost immediately, a tray of champagne balanced flawlessly in hand.
With a smug grin, Naruto gestured toward the tray.
Hinata rolled her eyes but plucked a glass from the tray all the same.
And just like that, the server disappeared into the crowd.
Naruto clicked his tongue, "Cute."
He nodded his head toward Kiba's retreating form, "What? He your new boytoy now?"
Hinata let out a soft scoff, the kind of polished laugh that rich folk mastered, a sound that was both amused and dismissive. She took a small sip of her champagne, a soft hum slipping past her lips as the flavor settled on her tongue.
"Oh, sweetie, he's just my date." She said with a sassy shift of her hip, the silk of her dress parting further, revealing more of her beautifully polished leg, the silver bracelet around her thigh jangling softly.
His gaze dipped, a brief slip, before snapping back to her face, but the damage was done—she'd caught him looking, and the hint of a smirk on her lips confirmed that she did.
"Funny," He spat, trying to mask his slip-up, "I didn't think you'd be into strays."
She let out a hum, "Better a stray than a ghost, don't you think?"
Naruto's expression darkened, his pulse a drumbeat in his ears.
"Careful, Hinata-san."
Her chin tipped up, a defiant tilt, the soft curve of her neck exposed.
"Or what?" She stepped in closer, her heels clicking sharply against the marble, her gaze locked onto his—daring him to make a scene in the gilded halls of The Moonlight Soirée.
"What will you do, hm?" She bit out, swirling her champagne, "Kick up a fuss? Throw a fit in front of Tokyo's elite?" She took a step even closer, the silk of her dress whispering against his suit.
"Show everyone that the mighty Naruto Uzumaki has a temper?"
His jaw tightened.
"Hinata..." A low growl slipped his lips, more warning than word.
"Aww, after all these years, and you're still so easy to rattle," She cooed, lips pulling into a mock pout.
"My, my... you've developed quite the sharp tongue," Naruto murmured, his gaze dropping to her plump lips, the memory of their taste a ghost that haunted him.
"No," Hinata replied coolly, lifting her glass for another sip without ever breaking eye contact, "I've always had one. You just always mistook my silence for forgiveness."
Naruto's breath shuddered, but he masked it quickly.
"Shame," He muttered, voice hardening, "that a sharp tongue's all you've got left now."
A bitter chuckle slid from his throat.
"You used to be more than quips and curated charm. Now look at you..." He let his gaze roam over her with cold calculation, "All sparkle, no soul. All presentation, no presence."
He let the next words fall like stones, his voice turning cold, dark.
"Is this what you've become without me?" He said with a half-hearted shrug, "A trophy for the next bidder to parade around—a designer accessory for whoever can afford your attention."
And there, he saw it.
A crack.
A flicker of something painfully human in her expression.
Something real.
Something wounded.
But just as quickly, it was gone—buried beneath that flawless mask she wore so well.
"Such bitter words, Naruto-san," Hinata murmured, "I'm sure you've been dying to hurl that one at me ever since I left..." She tilted her head just slightly, the diamonds hanging at her ears flashing beneath the golden lights.
"So tell me... does finally saying it out loud... make you feel better, Naruto?"
Naruto didn't answer right away.
He just stood there—staring. Holding her gaze. His fingers clenched so tightly around the stem of his glass it was a miracle it didn't snap clean in two.
He fucked up. He knew it.
One glance at her eyes was all the confirmation he needed.
He had let his emotions take the wheel. Again.
Said things he never meant to say. Again.
All because he decided to walk over here.
No, all because...
"Why are you here?" Naruto ground out finally, "Your name wasn't on the roster for the event."
Hinata shrugged, "My otou-sama is one of the sponsors. I made an appearance on his behalf."
Naruto tilted his head, his spiky blonde locks following, "Still working for daddy, eh?"
"Please." She scoffed, waving a hand, "I manage my own affairs now."
Naruto's eyebrows rose.
That... was new.
Back then—when she was his—she was still under Hiashi's thumb.
An heiress-in-training.
That's what she had been—even in the final stretch of their marriage.
Naruto remembered it all too well.
The two of them, side by side, playing the part. Smiling for cameras at galas just like this one, his hand clutching hers, thumb brushing softly along her knuckles, as if that small touch was enough to hold them together.
As if it could mend the fractures.
But it never did.
Because beneath all the smiles and polished interviews—they were hiding. Pretending. Both doing their absolute best to sell the fantasy of a happy marriage.
Even as everything was falling apart.
"Demo," Hinata said smoothly, snapping him out of his thoughts, "I couldn't pass up a good night, which is exactly why I'm here."
"Heh. Figures," Naruto muttered with a slight chuckle, "Still chasing the spotlight, eh?"
Hinata smirked, her lavender eyes gleaming.
"Funny how you're still watching," She said lightly, "You ever thought that maybe I've just finally grown tired of dimming my light to keep from outshining yours?"
She tilted her head, "Hm?"
There it was again.
Their words used like weapons.
They couldn't help themselves.
Every sentence was a swing. Every reply a parry.
And yet—underneath the jabs, the sting, the cutting tension—there was still something else.
A heat.
Naruto's jaw ticked, a slow clench as he fought against that pull.
He scoffed, "If I knew you were here, I wouldn't have come."
A lie.
A total lie.
Hinata's plump lips curved, as if she knew.
"Then why are you still standing here?" She asked, that maddening tilt of a smirk playing at the corners.
"Why not walk away, Naruto? Pretend I'm not even here?"
And that—that was the million-dollar question. The exact one he'd been asking himself the whole damn conversation.
But even now, with her standing just inches away, he still didn't have an answer.
What he did have...was the undeniable truth that he couldn't bring himself to move.
Couldn't leave.
Instead, like the complete fool he was, he stepped closer.
Close enough that the noise of the soirée dulled.
Close enough that her perfume filled his head.
Close enough that everything else fell away.
"Why are you still wearing it?" He asked, nodding to the necklace around her throat, dodging her question with one of his own.
He watched as her fingers lifted instinctively, manicured nails grazing the delicate pendant at her throat—a flower of pure 24K gold, each petal hand-etched, a cluster of lavender diamonds winking at the center.
Over ten grand, just casually glittering on her neck.
Hinata's throat bobbed as she swallowed, "It just... goes with the dress."
"Bullshit." Naruto let out a soft, bitter laugh, "You always were a terrible liar."
Her eyes snapped to his, and for a second, he saw it. Desperation.
"Please, just let it go, Naruto-kun."
Her voice cracked, just a whisper, the weight of the plea hanging between them.
He should have.
He should have turned and walked away.
Should've let the past lie where they had buried it, deep beneath the ruins of their marriage.
But he didn't. Couldn't.
Instead, he leaned in, so close his breath danced along the delicate curve of her ear, stirring something neither of them had quite buried.
"Just tell me to go, and I will."
Hinata's breath hitched, her pulse thrumming at the base of her throat, a visible flutter.
Naruto let out a gruff moan, itching to touch her.
It would be so easy—too damn easy—to shove her up against the nearest wall and remind her just how well he still remembered every inch of her body, to make her moan his name in the dark where no one else could see.
And for one selfish second, he nearly gave in.
Screw who they were now.
He couldn't pretend anymore.
Not to her. Not to himself.
Not when every part of him still ached for her.
Not when he still loved her.
His lips hovered close to her ear, his voice a rasp against her skin.
"Say the word, Hina, and I'll go."
He could see the way her chest rose and fell, the subtle quiver of her bottom lip.
She peered up at him pleadingly, "Why are you doing this?"
His expression hardened, "Because I still fucking care."
"No," She said firmly, shaking her head, "You don't get to say that. Not after everything you put me through."
Naruto's pulse pounded, a thunder in his ears, "Then tell me you don't feel it, too."
His fingers grazed her arm, a touch so light it shouldn't have mattered.
But it did.
It was enough to stir the air between them.
Enough to make her breath hitch.
Her lashes fluttered, and a quiet gasp escaped her lips.
"It doesn't matter," She whispered, eyes darting from his lips to the floor.
"It matters to me." His fingers trailed down, brushing the soft inside of her forearm, down to her wrist.
She shuddered. Visibly.
"I see right through you, Hina." Naruto rumbled, "You might have the rest of the room fooled, but not me."
Her breath caught, just barely.
"And what do you think you see, Naruto?" She whispered, her voice delicate but defiant.
His lips hovered dangerously close to her own, the air between them tight with tension—like a thread pulled taut and seconds from snapping.
"I see a woman who's still burning for something she keeps trying to bury," He said softly, dangerously.
"And if you'd just stop lying to yourself for one damn second... you'd admit you never stopped burning for me."
She didn't pull away.
Didn't deny it.
And in that silence, he found his answer.
Naruto's thumb stroked the back of her hand, a small, intimate gesture, and he felt the way her pulse raced beneath his touch.
"You shouldn't do this." Her voice was a whisper, a threadbare thing.
He tilted his head, their foreheads almost touching, his breath warm against her lips.
"Then stop me."
For a moment, she held his gaze, her lavender eyes soft and vulnerable, a larger crack in her armor.
And in that fleeting moment, he saw her again.
The woman he once loved with everything he had.
His wife.
Not the version she was now—the unapproachable ice princess with eyes that could freeze hell over and a smile sharp enough to draw blood.
Not the polished heiress.
Not the dutiful daughter.
Not the perfect little princess of the Hyūga Palace.
No.
Naruto had known a different side of her.
The side no one else ever got to see.
He had seen her with her walls stripped away. Had heard her voice tremble his name in the silence of night, felt her fingers reaching for him in the dark, not just for comfort, but for him.
For the only warmth she trusted.
For the only man she'd ever let witness her fall apart.
And now...
He saw her again.
The real her.
Just for a moment.
But then—
Smack!
The sound split the air like a whip crack, drawing more than a few heads in their direction.
A sharp sting bloomed across his palm as her hand struck his own away.
His breath caught, a startled gasp tearing from his throat as the pain snapped him back to the present—ripping him clean out of the gravity of the moment they had shared.
Or at least, the moment he thought they'd shared.
Naruto's eyes widened, shock flooding his expression.
He looked down, only to meet ice-cold lavender eyes glaring back at him.
Hinata's expression had hardened, her lips drawn into a tight, unforgiving line.
"This?" She shook her head, midnight blue strands whipping behind her, "Means nothing to me." Her voice was steady, but every word cut deeper and deeper.
"You mean nothing to me."
Her breath shuddered, her fingers clutching at her pendant—his gift.
"It's just funny how 'nothing' still feels like this."
His hand moved on instinct, reaching for her, a desperate attempt to close the distance, to pull her back from the edge.
"Hinata, wait—!"
She held up her hand, the gesture like another slammed door between them.
"Don't."
Her tone was ice-cold, a warning fired point-blank.
"Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. Don't come near me." She shook her head viciously.
"We're done."
Her gaze dragged over him, head to toe, exposing every weakness he thought he'd buried.
"If you won't leave," She bit out, "Then I will."
Her glare cut deep.
"Please, don't follow me."
And with that, she turned, the soft swish of her dress a whisper of finality. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, the sound fading further and further away from him.
But...
If he didn't know her—really know her—he might have missed it.
He might have stood there like an idiot, heartbroken, on the verge of tears, convinced he'd just lost the love of his life forever.
But he saw it.
That tiny, almost imperceptible shift in her body—a language only he understood.
The slight tilt of her head from earlier. The way her fingers had curled, tight, almost desperate, around the gold flower pendant he'd once fastened around her neck.
How she obviously meant the opposite of every word she had just said to him.
And now...
The subtle way she set her champagne glass down on a nearby table—emptying her hands. The brief glance she tossed over her shoulder—eyes cutting back to him for just a second before slipping away...
...said more than words ever could.
Hinata walked away with her head high, her shoulders set in that elegant, regal line. But it was the sway of those hips of hers that hit hardest, swaying just enough to remind him she still knew exactly how to drive him wild.
And her steps?
Just a touch too slow.
A signal.
Clear as ever.
One only he was meant to see.
Naruto let out a breath of relief.
She hadn't meant it—well, not all of it, at least.
He saw it now, clear in the way she moved—not toward the grand exit, not toward the bright, main hall, but toward a side corridor.
One that veered away from the laughter, the music, and the eyes.
Toward the quiet.
Toward the dark.
Somewhere they could be alone.
Naruto hung back for just a moment, his gaze drifting over the ballroom—measuring the distance, the exits, the watching eyes.
Then he raised his glass to his lips, letting the last sip of champagne sit on his tongue a second longer than necessary.
When the moment felt right and the coast was clear, he moved. Stepping forward, he set his glass down precisely beside hers.
And then, without a word, he followed.
●・○・●・○・●
A Few Minutes Later
A heavy thud echoed through the empty display room, rippling through the air as Naruto pressed Hinata's back against the wall—his body a burning force of heat pressing flush against hers.
They wasted no time.
Their mouths collided in a sloppy mess—a fevered clash of lips, teeth, and breath.
Both of them frantic.
Both of them desperate.
Both of them attempting to erase the space that had lived between them for far too long.
Naruto let out a low, guttural moan of bliss, his calloused hands roaming the curves of her body greedily, as if he couldn't get enough—as if he never would.
His touch was frantic, restless—fingers racing down her body until they found the gentle dip of her waist, thumbs catching at the hem of her glittering lavender dress. He pushed beneath it without hesitation, his fingers sweeping eagerly up her bare thighs like he was trying to memorize every inch of her all over again.
To remind himself she was real.
Not a ghost. Not a memory. Not some cruel dream.
But there was no denying this...
The press of her lips against his... real.
The smear of her lipstick on his cheek... real.
The slick mess of their kiss, the heat of her breath rushing fast against his skin...
All of it—achingly, maddeningly real.
Fuck.
He missed this.
Missed her taste.
Missed the feel of her body beneath his hands.
Missed... her.
His grip tightened, sliding lower to palm her ass through the fabric of her dress—not rough, but firm.
Possessive.
Just enough to remind her of his strength.
Of what he could still do to her.
Of how easily he could ruin her—if she let him.
Hinata's hands weren't idle, either.
Far from it.
And in every touch, every brush, every grab, she told him exactly what he needed to know...
She missed him, too.
Hinata's manicured fingers threaded into his messy blonde hair, her nails grazing his scalp just enough to drag out a low, primal growl from deep in his throat. The sound hit her hard—made her ache, made her throb, made her sopping wet.
Her fingers trailed downward, hooking around his tie with a playful tug, pulling him closer—close enough to smother her up against the wall with his weight, close enough to drown her in that cool, crisp scent of his cologne.
He still wore it.
The very same cologne as before.
She slid one hand down the front of his chest, her palm pressing firmly against the smooth fabric of his black tux, feeling the muscle beneath it—chiseled and taut, still every bit the body she remembered...
...and craved.
Just as his tongue slipped past her lips, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her hands exploring the sculpted ridges of his back.
With just a press of her fingertips, she could feel how tense he was, how much he was holding back. Just as he could feel the slick, hungry glide of her tongue against his—matching him, challenging him, needing him just as much.
"Mmm, fuck," Naruto groaned into her mouth, his voice low and gritty, his breath ragged from the heated kiss.
"You like playing games, don't you?" He growled, finally pulling back just enough to breathe.
Hinata giggled teasingly, her shoulders rising in a coy little shrug.
"Well," She purred, mischief glinting in her lavender eyes, "my otō-sama does run a casino." Her fingers trailed to the base of his spine, then dropped lower, boldly grabbing a handful of his ass through his slacks.
Naruto gasped, clearly caught off guard.
Hinata just giggled, her shoulders lifting in a playful shrug, "Seems only fitting, don't you think?"
His eyes narrowed, "Why, you little—"
Hinata barely had time to let out a laugh, before Naruto retaliated, hoisting her body completely off of the floor. She let out a startled moan, her world tilting as he pinned her higher against the wall, manhandling her like she weighed absolutely nothing at all.
Kami, the way he handled her...
She missed his dominance. His control.
Missed the way her body turned to putty beneath his touch.
Her arms looped around his neck, legs around his waist. Her fingers dove back into his hair, gripping tight—just as he zeroed in on her neck, his mouth already trailing hot, frantic kisses along the soft curve of her throat.
He pressed her harder against the wall, keeping her there with his weight as he rocked his hips forward, grinding his cock shamelessly against the damp heat hidden beneath her shifting dress.
His mouth wandered eagerly, lips dragging across every inch of bare skin he could reach. Every kiss he gave her was hungry, each roll of his hips left her dizzy, breathless, and aching for more.
Hinata moaned breathlessly, tilting her head to give him more access, her fingers tugging gently at his hair, guiding him exactly where she wanted him.
"Mmm... you were so mean to me back there, Naruto-kun," She whimpered, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Naruto's lips curled into a soft pout.
"Oh, forgive me, baby..." He murmured, his breath ghosting warm over her pulse, sending a shiver racing down her spine.
"But can you really blame me?" His hands trailed slowly over her hips, fingertips grazing the delicate curve of her thigh again, causing her thigh bracelet to jingle softly, "You're the one who caused a whole damn scene, showing up to the gala with another man like that..."
He leaned in, lips brushing close, "If anything...you're the mean one."
Hinata bit her lip, the gesture sweet and wicked all at once.
"You're so easy to mess with," She giggled, "I brought that man on purpose."
His brow lifted, "On purpose?"
"Mhm," She nodded, smug, "To make you jealous."
"Ooh, I see." Naruto nodded, "So you knew I'd show up to the gala, eh?"
"Oh, I was counting on it," She hummed, her hands sliding down to cradle his jaw, thumbs brushing over the whisker-like birthmarks she had always adored.
Naruto growled low in his throat, the sound full of need.
"Well then, it's a good thing I showed up then, huh?"
Before Hinata could even think to respond, he had her—pulling her body away from the wall. He pivoted smoothly, eyes settling on the velvet couch he had spotted the moment he walked in—the only piece of furniture in the otherwise barren space.
The display room was dim, bathed in a faint orange glow from a handful of overhead lights—quiet as a breath held too long, its polished floor scattered with unmoved art crates and shadowed pedestals.
And there—at the center of it all—sat that plush velvet couch.
Naruto didn't hesitate.
With a quick spin, he tossed her on it.
Hinata let out a sharp gasp as her back hit the velvet cushions with a soft, muffled thud, her body bouncing lightly before sinking into the plush fabric beneath her.
She lifted her head—and the sight that greeted her certainly did not disappoint.
There he was—her hot, bothered ex, already starting to undress.
Those impatient fingers of his were already in motion—ripping his tie loose in one swift pull, sliding it free with a flick of his wrist.
"No one better have laid a damn finger on you while I was gone," He growled possessively, yanking off his tux jacket, revealing a white, buttoned-up shirt beneath—the fabric stretched tight across his chest, slutty-tight in all the best ways.
Hinata simply tilted her head back, her lips curling into a slow, mocking smile.
"Oh? And if they did?" She mocked, her words a dare.
A provocation.
And just to rattle him further—she arched against the couch, her hands gliding down her own body in a slow, sensual sweep. Her fingers skimmed over her breasts, pressing through the thin, shimmering fabric of her dress, teasing him just enough to make his jaw twitch.
Naruto's eyes gleamed, sharp and dangerous beneath the wild fall of blonde hair.
"Oh, so that's how it is, huh?" His tone shifted, laced with jealousy he didn't even bother hiding.
Hinata simply shrugged, lips curving into a smug little smirk, "Mm-hmm. That's exactly how it is."
"Then how about this," He stepped in closer. until he was towering above the couch, until she could feel the raw heat pouring off him.
"You're not leaving this room," He growled, bending low until they were eye to eye, his breath hot against her lips, "not until I've fucked you clean of every hand that's ever dared to touch you." His eyes drifted slowly down the length of her body, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
"By the time I'm done," He whispered darkly, "this body won't remember anyone but me."
Hinata didn't even see him move.
He was on her—fast, too fast for her to react.
His mouth crashed into hers, another searing, messy kiss. Hinata mewled, the sound soft and needy against his lips, her body already melting beneath him, surrendering, until suddenly...
...she was flipped.
Strong hands seized her waist, spun her effortlessly, and forced her straight down to her knees.
She let out a sharp, gasping whimper just as a stinging slap landed across her ass, sending her body jolting forward in surprise. Her dress slid higher in the process, dangerously high, until most of her skin was laid bare beneath the dim light.
Naruto was already there, hungry hands lifting her dress the rest of the way, and the sight that was waiting for him underneath knocked the breath right out of his chest.
A black thong.
Barely there. Scandalously thin.
Doing absolutely nothing to hide the way her ass spilled out so perfectly over the edges.
"Ooh fuck," He groaned low, his hand gliding over her plush ass in awe, "still so fucking sexy."
Hinata glanced back at him, teeth dragging across her lower lip, mischief gleaming in her eyes.
She gave her ass a slow, teasing shake, "Mmm... yeah. You fumbled real hard, baby."
That sass merely earned her ass another smack, the sound of his hand cracking her echoing loud through the room.
"Tch. Shut up." Naruto growled, his hand shooting up to fist in her hair. He forced her face down roughly into the couch cushions and held her there.
Hinata let out a breathless laugh, her body arching with anticipation as she heard it—the sharp click of a belt, the smooth zip of his fly—and then the unmistakable heat of his rock-hard cock, dragging along the damp slit of her thong.
"You've got one hell of a mouth on you tonight," He muttered darkly.
Hinata gave a teasing shrug.
"Then do something about it." She dared, her soft giggle flickering like a spark in the dark—a sound that only added fuel to the growing fire between them.
Her laughter, however, was cut off in a sharp, breathy gasp as Naruto's hand cracked down again—another firm smack to her ass. She squealed, her body instinctively folding—only for his free hand to press firmly against her lower back, arching her right back into place.
"Oh, I plan to," Naruto growled, yanking her thong aside with rough impatience. His hand dipped low, gripping the base of his cock through the open fly of his slacks.
"I fucking plan to."
That was the only warning she received before he lined himself up and took what he'd been aching for all night.
Her breath hitched hard, a strangled cry of shock and raw pleasure ripping from her throat the moment he buried himself inside her.
"Ah—Naruto-kun!"
His name ripped from her lips in a desperate cry, only for her hand to fly up, slapping over her mouth—smothering the scream threatening to tear through the room and blow their cover completely.
"Ahh! You're so b-big!" She whimpered, her voice muffled behind trembling fingers, "B-Bigger than I remember!"
It had been too long.
Far too long.
Her body arched deep into the couch, back bowing beneath the pressure. Her toes curled tight inside her heels as the sensation of being connected to her ex-husband again completely overtook her.
She felt everything—every thick, angry inch of his cock, every swollen ridge, every violent throb of his veins. She even felt the way his mushroomed tip nudged right up against her cervix, the way his heat spread, searing through her like fire, the way his lust branded her inner walls.
He filled her up, stretched her pussy wide open with a pressure so deep, so raw, it left her shuddering, unable to breathe from the fullness alone.
Naruto certainly didn't make his entrance subtle. There was nothing gentle about it—no easing in, no slow build, no adjustment period. Saying her body was shocked was merely an understatement. She was reeling. It was like being hit by a memory and a fantasy all at once—too intense, too real, too much.
Naruto felt it too.
"Fuck." He threw his head back, his blue eyes fluttering shut as her walls squeezed desperately around him, clutching him with a tightness that nearly made his knees buckle.
He had forgotten.
Forgotten just how unbelievably hot her pussy was, how goddamn tight she was—a vice made to break him. Every inch of her gripped him with a strength that felt damn near possessive, like her body was trying to remind him...
This is where you belong.
"You have no idea..." Naruto groaned, voice low and raw, "how long I've needed this. Needed you."
A soft whimper broke through his throat, unguarded.
"How much I wanted you back so fuckin' badly..."
One hand tightened on her hips, yanking her dress higher until the delicate fabric bunched at the small of her back. The other hand remained buried in her midnight-blue hair, keeping her cheek pressed firmly into the cushions, holding her right where he wanted her—right there, beneath him.
And then, he moved.
He snapped his hips into gear, each thrust a messy, frenzied answer to the tension that had burned between them for far too long.
This.
This was what they both had been starving for.
What they'd craved in silence.
What they had never truly let go of.
Hinata couldn't hold back her moans.
Each thrust he gave her landed harder than the last, each one a beautifully aching force that punched the air right out of her lungs.
He wasn't just fucking her.
He was pouring himself into her. Giving her his everything.
His love.
His longing.
His guilt.
His regret.
All of it.
She felt it. Kami, she felt everything.
Every ounce of his heartbreak.
Every unsaid apology.
Every piece of the man who had been missing for so long.
It was all there—in every thrust.
Her moans came fast, soft, breathy gasps, the kind that gave her away. The kind that said everything her pride wouldn't.
She missed this.
Missed him.
And now, wrapped up in him again, it was too much. Too overwhelming.
She couldn't deny it.
All that talk earlier, teasing him about being with other men—it was all a lie.
Who was she trying to fool?
All those years she thought she was strong enough to walk away. Strong enough to bury the past, to silence the ache, to turn her back on the man who once held her heart in his hands.
But...she couldn't.
Not completely, at least.
She just couldn't forget.
Not the memories.
Not the way he used to touch her—like she was the only woman alive, the only one who mattered. Not the way he looked at her—like she was everything. Not the way his love once consumed her completely, made her feel wanted, irreplaceable. Not how they once thrived together, laying brick after brick of a life they dreamed of and made real, side by side.
She couldn't forget him.
No matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise. No matter how many lies she whispered to herself in the dark. No matter how cold her smile had grown over the years...
She knew.
Deep down, she had always known.
She would always belong to him.
And that was exactly why she could never bring herself to let another man in.
She'd tried. Kami, she'd tried.
But nothing worked.
No one else seemed to fit.
Not when her body, her heart, and her soul remembered him so vividly.
So painfully.
Of all the ways she tried to cope, the only thing that ever came close was that damn toy tucked away in the back of her drawer. Night after night, she'd grind against it, biting her lip, moaning into her sheets as if it could fill the void she created when she walked away.
As if it could undo the choice she made.
But no matter how high it got her...
No matter how wet it made her...
That damn toy wasn't him.
Not the man she once called her husband.
Not Naruto.
It didn't growl her name the way he used to.
It didn't love her—not with the fire and shameless devotion he once did.
And it sure as hell never held her after—not like he did.
Until now.
Until him.
Until...this.
"Oh fuck, Hinata-chan." Naruto groaned her name in her ear, and just the sound of it again instantly turned her legs to jelly.
Hinata moaned helplessly, her lavender eyes rolling as he plunged his fat cock in and out of her soaked pussy, the thick head of him bulging against her clenching walls—forcing its way in, deeper and deeper, like he was fighting his way home—back to her heart.
She could hardly breathe.
"Fuck, fuck—fuhhck!" Hinata cried out, her breath hitching as Naruto's hand shifted lower, fingers dragging her thong further aside. She gasped when she felt his thumb dip down, rubbing slow circles over her second hole, rubbing it the exact way that made her knees buckle every single time.
The exact way she liked.
Her free hand flew up to grip the edge of the couch, a choked moan tumbling from her lips as he kept thrusting into her, still pounding away at her gushing pussy. And each time, his thumb pressed deeper in her asshole, threatening to push in—sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through her spine.
The dual sensations made her so dizzy.
"Mmm, you like that, baby?" Naruto's voice was a low, possessive growl, hot against her ear.
"Thought I forgot, huh?" He rasped, chuckling lewdly, "Nah... I remember everything. Every single fuckin' way you like to be touched." He groaned gruffly.
"Especially how crazy you get when I play with both your holes..."
"H-Hai..." She gasped, her voice barely a whisper, choked out through trembling lips as she nodded frantically.
Another thrust hit deep, and her body jerked violently, a cry stifled behind trembling lips.
"Hai! I love it!" She whimpered, her head rocking helplessly against his hand, "I love it when you touch me! I l-love the way your cock feels i-inside me again!"
Her moan cracked, unraveling into something almost desperate as she slid a shaky hand between her thighs. The delicate jangle of her bangles echoed faintly as her fingers joined his, rubbing her clit in frantic, messy circles—matching the relentless pace of his thrusts, chasing the edge with everything she had.
"Don't stop... don't you dare stop—!"
Naruto let out a low, feral growl.
"Oh, trust me, hime..." He rasped, "Stopping's the last thing on my mind."
And just for her, he drove into her harder, hips snapping relentlessly, the wet slap of skin echoing louder with every quickened thrust.
He could feel it—how incredibly wet she'd gotten, how her slick practically drowned his cock, drenching him in her need, her desperation. He also felt how her pussy clenched tighter and tighter around him, trembling, fluttering, like a dam seconds from breaking.
She was close.
So damn close.
And he was going to make sure she tipped right over that edge.
The couch groaned and squeaked beneath them, loud and unforgiving, as Naruto drove into her with long, greedy strokes—each one a deep plunge that had him pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, burying every last inch of his thick, aching cock deep inside her.
All nine inches.
Every inch of him had ached for this—for her, for the heat of her body, the place where he felt most alive. Buried deep inside her, it was like his body finally exhaled... like it had been starving and was now, finally, fed.
With each powerful thrust, it felt like the shattered pieces of him that were left behind by the divorce were slowly being put back together. The pain he'd carried, the walls he built, all of it, was starting to crack.
All of it was fading away.
And through that fracture, the light Hinata once brought into his life slipped in again, reminding him of everything he thought he'd lost.
That he could feel again.
That he could love again.
Hinata felt it too.
Her body welcomed him with open arms—eager, so very eager, like it had never forgotten. Like no time had passed at all.
Like they were never apart.
It was pure, soul-mending bliss.
And just when her mind began to blur from the pleasure, Naruto took it a step further. He leaned down and spat a wad of spit along her second hole, just before sliding his thumb inside. He hooked it in just right—holding her open, teasing her with that double-edged pressure as he pounded into her first hole.
Hinata's eyes rolled, her spasming body rocking forward and back against the cushions as she sank her teeth into her hand—desperate to muffle the cries tearing from her throat. She was falling apart beneath him—unraveling at the seams, piece by trembling piece.
And kami, she didn't want it to end.
"Ah—yes, right there! F-Fuck me, just like that!" She cried into the curve of her palm, her voice muffled but trembling with need. Her other hand never stopped, fingers moving frantically over her twitchy clit, chasing her orgasm with every thrust of his hips.
"You're gonna make me cum, Naruto-kun—!" She gasped, her words breaking into breathless whimpers.
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Ooh, fuck yeah..." Naruto hummed in glee, "I missed the sound of those words, baby." He gave her head a little shake, then pressed her face deeper into the couch cushions.
"Go on," He growled, his breath scalding against her ear, "Do it. Cum." His voice dropped lower, turning into a rough, hungry rumble that vibrated against her skin.
"Show me I'm the only one that can make you feel this good. Show me this cock still has full rights to this sexy fuckin' body."
That was it.
Those words.
That was the moment everything inside her snapped.
Hinata couldn't hold it.
Not for a second longer.
Everything blurred—her vision blanched to white, her body locked up, and her thoughts were wiped clean as the pleasure hit the highest note inside her.
She couldn't fake it.
Couldn't hide it.
Couldn't pretend.
She came. Hard.
A wild, broken squeal tore from her throat as her heels kicked helplessly behind her, her body convulsing under the weight of her release.
"Shit—I'm cumming!" Hinata squealed, her cry buried inside the cushions as her orgasm tore through her, her juices flooding out harder than anything she'd ever felt before—no toy could ever come close.
And as her orgasm hit, Naruto didn't stop.
He didn't ease up, didn't slow down. Not even for a second.
He fucked her through it.
His hand slipped from her head, freeing her, only for both hands to lock tight around her hips—claiming her, steadying her. Hinata's palms scrambled for the couch cushions, clutching the edges in a desperate attempt to hold herself together.
Naruto leaned in closer, his chest brushing against her slick back, until his chin came down to rest gently on the crown of her head.
A low, satisfied hum left his throat as he just rocked into her, soaking in her love-drunken screams.
"Uh-huh... that's it." He growled, addicted to the way her fat ass bounced every time his hips slammed into it, the soft flesh spilling out from the edges of her thong.
"Take it. Take that cock." His lips brushed her forehead as he whispered, "Feel how much it's fuckin' missed you..."
"Oh my kami!" Hinata sobbed, "Y-Your cock—it feels so good! S-So good!" She squealed, her body curling in on itself, spasming and twisting beneath the pressure of pure overstimulation.
She could feel it—another orgasm, winding its way up inside her. Her stomach clenched, muscles pulling taut, every nerve in her body trembling like it was about to snap.
And just as it began to spill over—Naruto leaned in. His hand slid upward, fingers finding her cheek, tilting her face back with aching tenderness...
And then...came his mouth.
A kiss.
And then another.
And another.
He scattered soft kisses across her forehead, her cheeks, traced the delicate bridge of her nose—and then, finally, he found her lips.
Kissing her just like he did before.
The way he used to.
Hinata melted.
Mewling. Whimpering. Sobbing into every kiss he gave her.
Her trembling hand cupped his, fingers curling against his wrist, clinging to him.
Naruto groaned deep, reverent, his fingers sweeping tenderly through her long, midnight blue hair before finding her hip again, gripping tight.
Her head jerked with a nod, tears beading in the corners of her eyes as she gazed up at him.
Drowning in his murky blue depths.
"I'm losing my mind, Naruto-kun. I-I'm losing it!"
And she was.
Piece by piece, whatever was left of her reason, her pride, her will—it all went spiraling down the drain.
With every relentless pump of his cock, she found herself questioning everything—why she ever left him, why she thought she could stay away. And when she came again—harder than before—she found herself wishing for something else entirely.
She wanted him back.
Wanted to be his again.
But...
"O-Oh k-k-kami..." Hinata spasmed, her breath catching hard in her throat as she felt his cock suddenly slip free from her sopping wet hole, leaving her empty, trembling.
The hands that had held hers so tightly just moments ago now let go—only to roam. They swept across her body, caressing her ass, sliding upward, gliding over the fabric of her dress.
And then—lips again.
Soft. Warm.
Trailing kisses along her spine, sending shivers straight through her bones.
"You know..." Naruto's tone shifted to a broken whisper, low and hoarse, thick with something heavier—something he hadn't allowed himself to say aloud in years.
"I dream of this."
Hinata gasped softly at the shift in him—the way sorrow suddenly drenched his voice, laced every word with regret that clung to the air like fog.
"Sometimes I wake up hard..." He confessed, "aching for you. For this." His breath quivered as it ghosted along her skin.
"And other mornings?" He whispered, barely holding it together, "In fucking tears."
His hand slid up beneath her until he found her breast beneath her dress and cupped it gently, holding it like it meant everything.
"Just... wondering what I can do to make it right." He breathed shakily, "To make up for hurting you... for abandoning you."
His voice cracked, raw with guilt, "For breaking the promise I swore I never would."
Hinata's breath hitched again, still shaky from her orgasms—but through it, she turned.
She faced him.
"O-Oh... Naruto-kun..." She whimpered tearfully.
"I know the timing isn't perfect, and I know I'm probably ruining the moment, demo..." He shook his head with a heavy sigh, deeply regretful.
"I just never got to apologize... I never got to say—"
Hinata lifted one hand, one finger, and quickly pressed it to his lips.
"Shh... I know." Her voice quivered, but it held strength, "I know, Naruto-kun." Her eyes softened.
"You can't undo what's already been done..." Her voice was actually gentle—not cold.
Not cruel.
Just true.
Just the same as it used to be.
She lifted her hand, gently cupping his whiskered cheek, her thumb gliding along the sharp edge of his jaw.
He leaned in instantly, melting into the warmth of her touch.
"But you're here now." She whispered soothingly with a caress that made his entire body shudder, "And that means... you have the chance..." Her hand moved again, fingers slipping into his messy blonde strands, gripping them softly.
"To fix it."
She pulled him closer.
"To clean up the mess you made..." Her breath kissed the air between them, "...starting here, with me."
She guided his head down, slow and sure, until he was face-to-face with her soaked, aching heat. Between her thighs, her pussy glistened, slick and messy, her arousal trailing in wet, shining streams down her thighs.
Naruto didn't hesitate. Not for a second.
His hands slid over her ass, hungry and rough, gripping her tight like he'd never let her go again.
He leaned in, teeth sinking gently into the meat of her ass with a slow, dragging bite. His fingers followed the path of heat left behind, stroking her flushed skin before he soothed the bite with a soft kiss.
Hinata twitched, a soft sigh of bliss escaping her lips, her body slowly relaxing beneath his touch.
And when her eyes dropped, she found him already gazing up—those tear-glossed blue eyes locked with hers, overflowing with a raw, aching gratitude so deep, so unfamiliar after all this time, it brought tears to her own.
A look she hadn't seen in him for so long, she'd almost forgotten it was ever there.
Joy.
Peace.
Him... happy.
Him... free.
"Thank you..." Naruto whispered with every ounce of his being, "for giving me another chance, Hinata-chan."
Her heart skipped a beat.
Hinata's lips curled into a soft smile, her fingers threading gently through his messy, blonde hair.
"You're welcome... my love."
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Notes:
A.N.
Man, this one was such a blast to write.
I seriously enjoyed every single second of the "exes banter" between Naruhina. There's just something undeniably thrilling and emotionally rich about writing that kind of dynamic, and then when you add in the glitz, glam, and high-stakes business setting on top?
✨Chef's kiss✨
I've been wanting to tackle this trope for so long, it's one of those dusty little gems that's been chilling in my ideas doc forever. So finally bringing it to life, and having it come out exactly the way I imagined? Incredibly satisfying.
This right here is one of the biggest reasons why I write, fr.
There's nothing like seeing an idea that's been living rent-free in your head finally take shape—word for word, detail for detail—on the page. It's such a beautiful feeling, and I really hope that joy comes through as you read. 💛
Also, I hope you're having an amazing day, it's the Fourth of July after all! Hopefully you've caught a glimpse of some fireworks, or at least heard that sweet crackle in the distance. 🎆 For me, fireworks never get old, pure magic every time.
Take care & happy Fourth, my loves! 💥💖
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Chapter 48: ❦Distraction❦
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Hinata is looking for a distraction. Fortunately for her, she can always count on a particular blonde-haired knucklehead to be one for her.
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Notes:
Hey there again, my lovely readers!
Just dropping in with a short little one-shot for you today! As you probably will notice down below, this is a continuation of The Naughty Bet. I just couldn't resist diving back into that wild, summery, chaotic Naruhina college dynamic again.
It's too fun not to revisit, honestly.
I kept this one on the shorter side (yes, I'm trying, lol) because I'm working on three big things at once:
1. Keeping my one-shots tighter and more to the point,
2. Maintaining a steady pace throughout, and...
3. Putting the finishing touches on a much bigger project that I plan to share very soon.
I'm super excited about it; it's kind of insane in the best way, and I'll probably keep teasing it until it drops. So yes, expect another little teaser this Friday. 😏
That's all for today's mini announcement! I hope you're all doing amazing. Don't forget to comment and leave kudos, and as always, enjoy the read! 💕
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Boyfriend/Girlfriend • Clit Stimulation • Clothing Play • College AU • Couple Goals • Cum Mess • Deep Penetration • Dirty Talk • Distraction as Love Language • Distraction Sex • Domestic Intimacy • Established Relationship • Fingering • Fluff & Smut • G-Spot Play • Hickeys/Neck Biting • Humor • Lazy Summer Days • Light Humor • Light Restraint • Manhandling • Marking • Messy Sex • Mind-Numbing Orgasms • Modern AU • More College Shenanigans • Movie Night Gone Wild • NSFW • Oral Fixation • Orgasm Control • Oversized Shirt Kink • Overstimulation • Possessive Naruto • Praise Kink • Riding • Saliva Play • Sexual Tension • Sloppy Kisses • Sloppy Orgasms • Soft Aftercare • Summer Break #2 • Teasing • Vaginal Sex • 2025.
Continuation from "The Naughty Bet"
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Distraction
This was the fifth night in a row Naruto had crashed at her place.
Summer break always came with slow mornings, late nights, and the sweet freedom of no alarms, no lectures, and absolutely no rules.
Not that Naruto had ever been one to follow rules in the first place.
He'd shown up at Hinata's apartment a few hours ago—arms full of gas station bags and another wrinkled haul of clothes he had no intention of unpacking. He had no real plans, of course. Just his usual agenda: raid her pantry, hijack her couch, and carry on like he paid rent.
Typical Naruto fashion.
His shoes were lined up neatly beside hers at the front door. His obnoxiously bright-orange duffel bag, "Big Uz," because of course he named it—had made itself right at home in the corner of her bedroom, like it had seniority there. His toothbrush had quietly taken its place next to hers in the bathroom cup, and anyone in a relationship knew exactly what that meant.
It felt like Naruto had unofficially moved in—constantly there, day in and day out.
Waking up late. Hogging her shower. Burning through her clean towels. And helping himself to every last bite of her leftovers—even the stuff she'd specifically saved for herself.
And don't even get her started on the socks.
He left them everywhere—like some ridiculous breadcrumb trail marking his territory, from the couch to the fridge, from her bed to the hallway. Hinata was almost certain he did it on purpose, just to test her patience.
But that wasn't the real problem. Not even close.
The real problem was the scent of him clinging to her pillows.
The lingering heat of their intertwined bodies woven into her sheets.
And worse—the ache.
That deep, pulsing ache between her thighs that refused to fade.
The one he put there.
It was addictive, relentless, and impossible to soothe on her own. And when he wasn't there—to touch her, to fill her, to ease the burn he left behind—sleep became a battle she never won.
It was entirely his fault.
The ache, the need, the way her body now craved something it had never even known before him—something she now couldn't live without.
Yep.
That was her boyfriend, all right.
Still loud.
Still chaotic.
Still insufferable in that maddening, frustratingly irresistible way.
And honestly, Hinata should've reached her limit by now. She should've kicked him out, told him to haul his lazy ass back to his dorm, and actually do something productive with his summer for once in his damn life.
That would've been the responsible thing to do, after all.
They were only a month into summer break, and yet—week after week—he kept showing up more and more.
Spending the night.
Spending the weekend.
Spending her sanity.
And yet...
She didn't want him to stop. Not even a little.
Because there was just something about him—something in the way he made her apartment feel less silent, less hollow, less like a place meant for one. Because when Naruto was here, it wasn't just her space anymore.
It felt like theirs.
Tonight was supposed to be another one of their movie marathon nights. Just the two of them.
A calm, cozy summer night spent curled up on the couch together.
Or at least... that's how it started.
Movie number five was already halfway through.
But this one turned out to be even less engaging than the last few.
Just another overdone love story drowning in dramatic violin swells and empty dialogue. A romantic classic, supposedly—but Hinata was officially checked out.
She wasn't tired exactly.
Just... bored.
And maybe... a little restless.
Naruto, of course, was completely unfazed.
The blonde menace was stretched out behind her, lounging like he owned the whole damn couch. She was still curled up against his chest, exactly where she'd landed after all but throwing herself into his lap during the jump scare from the horror movie he just had to watch earlier.
Not that she was complaining.
She liked it there—loved it, actually.
Her head rested snug against her boyfriend's chest, gently rising and falling in time with each slow, steady breath he took. Her legs were curled beneath the blanket they'd half-heartedly thrown over themselves, her body molded perfectly into every solid inch of him.
He was just so warm, like a gigantic space heater with a heartbeat.
She felt safe with him. Completely comfortable.
So, she stayed.
And judging by the slow, even rhythm of his breathing, Naruto didn't seem to mind in the slightest. His chin rested lightly atop her head, and with one hand, he gently combed his fingers through her long, midnight-blue hair back and forth in slow, lazy strokes that sent goosebumps dancing across her skin.
And his other hand?
Elbow-deep in a giant bag of buttered popcorn.
Every so often, she heard the soft crunch as he chewed, completely zoned into the movie—even if it was utter garbage.
The lights were completely off—Naruto's idea, of course—meant to "set the mood." Or, as he put it with that smug little grin of his, "It's so we can get the full cinematic experience."
Now, the only light in the room came from the flickering flat screen in front of them, casting soft, shifting shadows across the walls.
But honestly, it was only making her sleepier by the second.
Hinata yawned quietly, her fingers wandering over the fabric of his shirt, absentmindedly sketching slow, restless patterns across his chest.
She was beyond bored.
And because of it, her attention wandered, slipping away from the screen. And suddenly, every little thing became painfully...noticeable.
The steady rise and fall of her boyfriend's chest beneath her cheek, the warm weight of every slow breath he took.
To the heat radiating off his body, wrapping around her like a second blanket.
Even to how surprisingly good he smelled.
Hinata tilted her head up, lavender eyes drifting over him, studying his face like she hadn't already memorized every inch of it a thousand times before.
The soft flicker of the TV cast shifting light across his features, highlighting the chiseled line of his jaw, the smooth slope of his nose, and the soft curve of his whiskered cheek.
Her eyes traced the slow flex of his jaw with every exaggerated chomp he took to the poor popcorn, her eyes lingering on the slow, steady bob of his throat, the effortless way his adam's apple moved when he swallowed.
He looked so relaxed, so effortlessly at ease.
He didn't have a clue.
Not a single damn idea about how filthy her thoughts were getting. About how his mere presence was messing with her head, and her body.
Hinata bit her lip, pulse quickening.
Naruto let out a dramatic sigh and leaned forward, dragging her slightly with him in the process. He reached for the bowl of Hi-Chews on the end table—the same ones they'd spent a few minutes unwrapping earlier, tossing the wrappers aside so the candies would be easier to grab.
He gathered a handful, stuffed them into his mouth, and flopped back into the cushions with a satisfied grunt.
"Maaan, this guy's a total loser," He muttered around the fruity candy, blonde eyebrows drawn together, "Like, just kiss her already, damn. It's not that hard."
It was the combination of his sudden movement and that perfectly timed complaint that snapped Hinata straight out of her spiraling thoughts.
She blinked at the screen, mind foggy.
Had it been five minutes? Ten?
She hadn't absorbed a single damn word of dialogue. Not that it made a difference—the movie was offering her nothing.
No thrill. No spark. No fire.
Just two miserable people sulking across a rain-drenched train station, staring longingly at each other while some overly dramatic music played in the background—as if that alone was supposed to count as romance.
Cliché.
Her stomach twisted.
She wanted—kami, she didn't even know what she wanted. But it sure as hell wasn't to sit through this ridiculously boring movie. Not when there were far better ways to spend the rest of the night...
...especially with a certain someone.
"Babe," Hinata whispered, giving her boyfreind's thigh a gentle pat, her voice barely cutting through the sound of the movie's dramatics or the obnoxious smack-smack of Naruto chewing.
He didn't even flinch.
"I swear," He mumbled, still mid-chew, "if this ends with another sad-ass train station speech, I'm picking another movie—and this one's gonna have explosions." He leaned back with a grunt.
"And boobies."
Hinata snorted, a quiet laugh escaping before she could stop it.
Still, she shook her head and leaned in, trying again.
"Hey, babe." Her voice was a little louder this time. She even reached up and gave his whiskered cheek a light poke with her finger.
That did it.
Naruto finally tilted his head down, blue eyes half-lidded, lips still slick from the sticky tang of the Hi-Chews he'd been devouring. He lazily licked the remaining sugar from his fingers before wiping them off on the leg of his black-and-orange plaid pajama pants without a second thought.
"Yeah? What's up, Hina?" He mumbled, voice thick and low from nearly half an hour of near-silence, except to complain about the movie.
He squinted at her for a second, his gaze narrowing ever so slightly.
He smirked, "You bored?"
"Kinda—wait," Hinata gasped, narrowing her eyes, "how did you know?"
"It's literally written all over your face," Naruto said with a lazy shrug, "And you've been zoned out for like...a solid minute. Thought you knocked out on me."
He sighed, "Not that I'd blame you. This movie's ass."
"Yeah, um... it's really not that good," Hinata agreed, cringing slightly.
"Well then," He drawled, stretching his arms high over his head, muscles flexing. He let out a loud, exaggerated yawn, his eyes flicking over to the remote.
"Wanna switch to something actually worth watching?"
"Hmm...no." Hinata murmured, sitting up just a bit, her fingers slowly tiptoeing up his chest.
"You don't have to go through the trouble of picking another movie," She said softly, biting her lip as she brushed her legs against his under the blanket—a slow, teasing drag of skin on skin.
Then she smiled.
That smile.
Sweet and sinful all at once, curling with something warm and wicked deep in her chest.
Because she wasn't looking for a new movie.
She was looking for something else.
Naruto received the memo loud and clear.
His whole body went still, tension sliding into his shoulders as his brain finally caught up.
He knew that smile.
He knew that look in her eyes.
The way her lashes dipped low. The way her lips curved just so.
She didn't even have to say it.
But then...she did.
"I was thinking... maybe you could distract me a little."
Naruto's blue eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Oh, he knew exactly what that meant.
And he was more than ready to play along.
His grin slowly spread, just a little smug.
"Oh yeah?" Naruto drawled, blue eyes hooded as he glanced down where her fingers were still tracing aimless shapes on his chest. "You want me to distract you?"
Nodding, Hinata leaned up just enough for her lips to brush the shell of his ear.
"Mhm." Her breath was warm. Tempting.
"You're so good at it."
His fingers flexed against the couch cushion, "You tryna start something, babe?"
"I'm bored," Hinata murmured, letting her hips roll against him underneath the blanket—just enough to draw a low grunt from his throat, "Figured you'd want to fix that."
Naruto hissed through his teeth, jaw clenching as she did it again—slow, maddeningly slow.
"Oh, I'll fix it," He groaned low in his throat, clearly getting worked up. He hooked an arm around her waist, yanking her flush against his chest—her back pressed tightly to him, locked in place by the strength of his grip.
"But I mean... are you really sure you want that?" Naruto asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
He gave a quiet snort, the corner of his lips tugging into a knowing smirk.
"Think you can handle my kind of distractions, Hina?" He murmured, his voice rough—a gravelly hum that rumbled deep in his throat and echoed straight through her chest.
But Hinata didn't flinch.
Didn't even hesitate.
She knew exactly what she was asking for.
She just gave him another smile—that same ol' horny smile—and slowly shifted on her bum. She spreaded her legs a little wider under the blanket, shifting deeper against his lap, deeper into the couch.
The blanket slipped down slightly with the motion—just enough to reveal the soft, tempting curve of her bare thighs beneath the oversized shirt she was wearing.
One of his shirts, actually.
Worn cotton, once bright white, now faded with use. It hung comfortably off her petite frame, his scent soaked into every fiber. The loose collar sagged around her neck while the long sleeves swallowed her hands, making her look small, snuggly even.
"I'm sure." Hinata moaned, batting her eyes up at him, "I can handle you."
Naruto's hand was under the blanket before she even finished saying the word "you." He found her left thigh in no time, his touch warm, the rough callouses of his fingertips skimming over her skin with reverence.
Skin he knew by heart. Skin he'd craved. Skin he'd worshipped like a prayer whispered in the dark.
He palmed her gently, kneading a tender bundle of flesh right in the dip of his hand—just enough to steal the breath from her lungs, transforming her quiet exhale into something needier.
"You're so damn spoiled," He murmured against her throat, the words growled between kisses. He nestled his face into the crook of her neck, lips dragging hot over her skin, while his hands began to roam her body, claiming every inch they touched.
"Always wantin' something."
"And you always give it to me," She whispered, arching into his touch just as his other hand glided higher—cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her already stiff nipple with a teasing flick.
"Damn right I do," He muttered, dead serious now.
Hinata bit her lip, watching over his arm as his hand slid lower, fingertips slipping beneath the hem of her shirt—slowly dragging it upward until the fabric bunched around her waist, baring more of her soft skin.
Suddenly, he stilled.
Hinata's naughty little grin widened the moment she realized why.
He finally noticed.
She wasn't wearing any panties.
"Well, damn," Naruto moaned breathlessly, "You really weren't playing around tonight, huh?"
"Nope," Hinata said with a soft, teasing lilt, "I wanted to keep you on your toes. Thought maybe you'd like—mmm..."
Her words melted into a moan, her face scrunching up in sweet, startled bliss. Because his thick fingers were already there, sliding between her thick folds, gliding through the slick warmth gathered between her fluttering pussy lips, coaxing her thighs to part even wider.
He groaned at the feel of her, already soaked, already throbbing for him.
"Fuck, Hina..." Naruto murmured, voice strained, "No wonder you were zoning out earlier. He whispered thickly.
"You've been like this?"
She whimpered when his thumb found her clit, brushing slow circles along the bush of nerves.
Her hips twitched under the blankets.
She melted back against him, spine curving, utterly pliant, her body craving everything he gave her. One hand shot up, grasping at his—the one still cupping her breast—fingers curling tight around his wrist as he began to roll her nipple beneath his palm.
"N-Naruto-kun... h-h-hai~" She breathed, her voice a broken whimper as her head dropped back onto his shoulder, every inch of her body unraveling beneath his hands.
This was exactly what she needed.
Naruto grinned, loving the sounds she was making for him, loving how utterly satisfied she was already.
"Atta girl," He growled.
Then, without a word, he let go of her breast and brought that same hand up to cradle her jaw, lifting her chin so his lips could meet her halfway. The kiss he gave her was hard, hungry—tongue plunging deep, swallowing the moan that ripped from her throat the second he slid two fingers inside her.
He curled them just right, and her whole body jolted, a gasp trapped against his lips. Her slender figure shuddered against the sculpted heat of his body, thighs shaking beneath the blanket as the pleasure rushed through her like a jolt of electricity.
The movie still played quietly in the background, its soft glow flickering across their bodies—forgotten, abandoned. The blanket that once covered them both has now been reduced to a twisted mess, bunched around their legs like a discarded afterthought.
But neither of them gave a damn.
All that mattered was this.
His mouth on hers.
His fingers inside her.
Her body crumbling in his arms.
"Mmm..." Hinata moaned into his mouth, the sound low and needy, her hips grinding against his fingers as Naruto pumped them in and out of her soaked pussy—her heat clenching around him with every thrust. Her walls fluttered and squeezed around him, silky and soaked, and he felt every throb—each thrust drawing out more of that dripping arousal onto his fingers.
The wet squelch of her pussy echoed louder than anything else in the room, overtaking the muffled voices on the TV—drowning out the actors' long-winded monologues and delicate piano soundtrack with something far more raw.
Her.
Every breathless gasp.
Every desperate moan.
Every tight squeeze around his fingers.
Hinata was the soundtrack now.
"Fuck..." Naruto groaned as he finally pulled away from her lips, a thin thread of saliva still clinging between them.
Hinata's cheeks were now flushed a deep pink, her lavender eyes glassy and dazed beneath the soft flicker of light. And Naruto wasn't faring much better—his lips were swollen, parted, breath hot and uneven as it ghosted against the shell of her ear.
He looked over her shoulder, gaze hooded as his free hand slipped beneath the oversized sleep shirt—his shirt, the one hanging loosely off her frame, practically made for him to peel off her.
His fingers worked quickly, gliding between her thighs, coaxing them further and further apart beneath the blanket—until the damn thing became a nuisance.
Naruto let out a low, irritated growl, his patience worn thin.
"Tch. Get this shit outta the way," He growled under his breath, sexually frustrated.
Hinata giggled, a little puff of sound that drifted between them like rising steam.
Naruto let out another growl, rougher now, and with one swift, impatient sweep of his arm, he shoved the blanket aside. The thick fabric hit the floor with a dull thud, leaving her completely exposed beneath him.
Bare legs. Spread thighs. Her soaked little pussy glistening in the TV light.
She whimpered as the cool air kissed her skin, but instead of shying away, she arched back into him, giving him more, silently begging for everything.
"Now that's better," Naruto murmured in satisfaction, his eyes drifting down to the gorgeous sight between her spread legs.
"I want to watch, Hina..." He whispered, mouth brushing her ear, and it sent a delicious chill straight through her spine. His large hand cupped her soaked core possessively, his thick fingers still nestled deep inside her, pulsing with each twitch of her walls.
Hinata's breath caught in her throat.
He licked his lips slowly, eyes dark.
"Wanna watch how filthy this pretty pussy gets when I've got my fingers stuffed inside it."
His fingers began to move again—faster, sharper, more precise—held in that perfect curl as he pumped them into her. Each thrust nudged against the soft, fluttering walls of her heat, and thanks to the way she was seated, hips angled just right in his lap, he had no trouble reaching the tender curve of her cervix.
And right there, he struck.
Again.
And again.
Until the wet, lewd squelch of her arousal echoed louder, spilling into the quiet gaps between movie dialogue, filling the room with the sound of her need.
Hinata's lavender eyes flew wide, then fluttered back just as fast, her whole body jolting
"O-Oh, kami!" She choked out, throwing her head back against his chest.
"Mmm, fuck yeah." Naruto groaned, his free hand sliding up to her jaw.
"Look at that, Hina," He moaned huskily as he tilted her chin down, forcing her gaze toward the mess he was making between her thighs.
His hand was relentless, a blur of motion between her thighs—fingers plunging deep and dragging slow on the way out, stroking along the tender, trembling walls he knew like muscle memory.
He knew her body well.
Knew exactly where to touch. Exactly how to break her open.
And he did.
Over and over.
His palm smacked softly against her soaked folds, each thrust sending a fresh wave of slickness against his skin. Just occasionally, his fingers would brush across her clit, and it would send jolts through her legs, make her gasp, and make her body twitch like it couldn't take another second—but still begged for more.
And if that wasn't enough... his voice.
Kami, his voice.
That low, gritty purr, pouring into her ear like sin made sound.
A string of filthy words that melted her brain faster than his fingers ever could.
Words she had no business enjoying as much as she did.
It wasn't just what he did to her.
It was the way he talked her through it.
The way he narrated it, like she was his favorite scene—his favorite sin. And she hung on every single word—his mouth more addictive than any scene playing out on that forgotten screen in front of them.
"Go on. Watch how you stretch around me."
"Watch how messy this pussy gets for me."
"Look at that. Look how tight you squeeze my fingers when you're close to cumming."
Hinata gasped, her lashes fluttering as her eyes cracked open just enough to catch the sight—her legs spread wide, Naruto's thick fingers plunging in and out of her, slick dripping down his wrist in shiny, shameless trails.
It was so filthy.
So raw.
So beautiful.
She couldn't look away.
"That's it, baby..." He purred against her temple, lips brushing her heated skin in a tender kiss.
"Now that's something worth watching." Naruto's voice dripped with satisfaction, but Hinata could barely hear it.
She was too lost, too far gone.
She could feel it.
Her orgasm was coming fast.
A molten rush, rising hot and uncontrollable from deep within her belly—like lava churning just beneath the surface, searing her from the inside out, threatening to spill over at any second.
Only this volcano was her, and the heat building inside her wasn't fire.
...it was him.
Her pussy clenched around his two digits, slutty and desperate, walls fluttering so shamelessly, it was almost embarrassing—but kami, it felt too good to care.
Every thrust struck deep, right against that soft, swollen spot tucked high within her—that sweet, bulbous bulge nestled behind her pelvic bone. And each time he hit it, her walls would snap tighter, her body sucking his fingers in like she never wanted him to leave.
It was too much.
Too deep.
Too good.
Her toes curled hard against the couch cushions, pressing into the fabric on either side of her hips, digging in for any kind of grip—any kind of anchor against the storm building inside her.
Her stomach tightened, muscles clenching so hard it made her chest tremble with short, desperate gasps.
Her hips rolled forward, grinding into his hand—not to chase the high, but to stall it, to keep herself from slipping too soon.
But that effort was doomed from the start.
Her legs jerked again, sharp, chaotic bursts, twitching like a broken circuit, like a record caught on the same maddening note. Her whole body was drawn taut, every nerve stretched to the brink, quivering on that razor-thin edge between holding back...
...and falling apart.
"N-Naruto-kun—!" She mewled, her lips parting in a desperate moan, "I-I'm—!!"
"Yeah?" Naruto growled, his mouth brushing her ear again, "You close, baby? I can feel it... you're practically crushing my fingers, shit," He cursed, "so damn tight."
Even with those words, her walls certainly didn't stop him.
He thrust harder, faster, rougher—chasing her orgasm with no intention of letting her slip away, of being the perfect distraction for her.
"Cum for me, Hina," He groaned, his voice ragged as he buried his face in her neck.
He gave her shoulder a bite, not hard—but just enough force. Enough to make her cry out, enough to leave his mark—a few hickeys, just for the hell of it.
Just because he could.
Because he knew she'd love it.
"Be my good girl," He whispered against her flushed skin, his fingers never slowing, never relenting.
"Make a mess for me. Right here. All over my fucking hand."
And she did.
One sharp drive of his hand—fingers slamming in and curling her up, hitting that sweet, swollen spot tucked deep inside—and that was it for her.
Her body convulsed violently, a cry tearing from her throat as pleasure ripped through her in crashing waves. Her thighs bucked, flailing weakly. Her back lifted off the cushions in a frantic arch.
Her breath caught. Her lips parted.
And in the midst of it all, there was only one thought pulsing through her dazed, unraveling mind...
His lips.
She needed his lips.
On hers.
Right now.
"N-Naruto-kun!!!" She gasped, her voice cracking as her hand shot up, fingers digging into his spiky hair, gripping tight at the crown of his head.
She didn't need to say more—he got the message.
Before she could beg, he was already there, diving down and crashing his mouth into hers with the kind of hunger that stole the breath from her lungs. And Hinata met him with everything—every ounce of fire still burning hot inside her, still trembling through her limbs.
Their tongues collided in a sloppy, feverish tangle, licking and chasing one another in hot, gasping swirls—a kiss that wasn't soft or sweet—just raw.
Just perfect.
Just so goddamn good.
And that's when her orgasm hit full force—spilling over, crashing hard.
She came right there on the couch.
Her entire body shuddered, unraveling as her overstimulated pussy clamped down hard, pulsing dramatically around his slick, soaked fingers. Her release poured out in waves, spilling down her thighs, soaking the couch beneath them with every twitch of her overstimulated body.
The fabric soaked it in greedily, darkening beneath her as proof of her release.
A mess.
The kind Naruto was always guilty of making.
The one she'd scolded him for time and time again, without fail.
On the very same couch she had sworn, over and over, that she'd never let him ruin again.
Only this time, the mess was hers. All hers.
And she could already hear him teasing her for it.
But she couldn't bring herself to care.
Her scream tore from her throat, but he swallowed it with a growl, his lips widening to devour her moan, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth with a greedy tug as if he could kiss the orgasm right out of her.
And for a moment, it felt like he did.
He stayed there—holding her, kissing her through it, keeping her body steady as it twitched and trembled violently due to all the aftershocks. His chest pressed to her back, arm locked around her middle, fingers still resting inside her like he refused to let her go just yet.
"That's it, baby... fuck, that's it..." He murmured against her lips, cradling her body gently against him.
Once again, Naruto reminded her just how skilled he was when it came to mastering her body—how effortlessly he could find that one perfect spot and press it until she was squirting all over the place, every nerve lit up, that deep, nagging ache inside her handled with ease.
Every time, he proved it.
He was the perfect distraction—in every way that mattered.
"Oh k-k-kami..." Hinata whispered, the word drawn out and shaky as her body slowly came down from its high. She had to blink several times, trying to clear the white spots dancing across her vision—trying to get the room to stop spinning around her.
Still breathless, she gave a slow, lazy shift in Naruto's lap, her body warm and slick with sweat, legs weak and trembling. Her lashes fluttered as she lifted her gazeup to him, eyes half-lidded, dazed with afterglow.
A drunken little grin tugged at her lips, and she leaned forward, pressing a soft, grateful kiss to his mouth.
"Arigato, Naruto-kun," She murmured, barely above a whisper, "I really... really needed that."
Naruto chuckled low in his chest, dipping his head to press a soft kiss to her forehead, "Anytime, baby," He hummed, "Happy to cure your boredom...in my own special way."
But it was then—she felt it.
Something thick.
Something hard.
Twitching right against the curve of her ass.
Her eyes widened just a tad.
She didn't have to look.
She knew exactly what that was.
Hinata gasped, her voice catching, "N-Naruto-kun!"
Naruto chuckled once more, tugging her petite body closer to his erection with those strong arms of his, "I know, baby. I know you just came," He teased, cocky grin tugging at his lips, "but don't you think we should just go ahead and fuck?"
He shrugged, "It would be hella boring to stop now."
Hinata giggled at his blunt honesty, a soft blush blooming across her cheeks.
Well... after the way he made her cum like that, it would be downright rude not to go all the way.
He'd earned it.
So, she reached out and gave his whiskered cheek two playful pats, "Alright, alright—have it your way."
That was all the green light Naruto needed.
"Fuck yeah!"
In a flash, Naruto flung himself onto his back across the couch, landing with a soft thud. He yanked his shirt over his head and shimmied out of his pants without a second thought.
Hinata didn't waste time either.
She grabbed the hem of her oversized shirt—his shirt—and yanked it over her head in renewed excitement, flinging it somewhere behind her without a care in the world. Then, grinning wildly, she climbed over him, swinging a leg across both his hips to straddle him.
She didn't wait.
Her hand found his hardened cock, thick and heavy against her palm. And with one smooth stroke, she guided him into her—moaning as his hips snapped up to meet her halfway, driving deeper, filling her up.
"Oh my—eek!" She squeaked, eyes flying wide open as his hands rushed forward and gripped her waist, yanking her down hard against him.
Her arms shot up on instinct, but he was faster. He caught them midair, smoothly twisting them behind her and pinning her wrists against the small of her back with one strong hand.
Keeping her pinned, perfectly still.
His perfect, beautiful mess, trembling and ready for round two.
Then, before she could adjust to her position, he moved.
And instantly, Hinata found herself cumming once again.
Her eyes rolled as he began to piston his cock up inside her—each thrust deep, precise—striking that devastating spot inside her that made her toes curl, her mouth fall open, and her voice crack into helpless screams.
His hips crashed into her bouncing ass with ruthless force, the wet smack of skin on skin echoing through the room, over and over, as the couch beneath them groaned with every movement—creaking, rocking, threatening to give under the sheer force of their fucking.
And all the while, the movie's credit scene rolled on, the soft, instrumental music completely drowned out by the sound of her screams and the pounding of his hips.
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Notes:
A.N.
See? What did I tell ya! A short one-shot; ya'll aren't getting the whole meal this time, lol. If I had let myself go all in, this would've easily hit 10K instead of just 5K. 😅
I'm really trying to stick to my goal of keeping these smutty oneshots a bit more bite-sized. The original plan for this smut collection was short, focused, and kink-specific pieces, and this one's a great example of that.
Heavy fingering kink? ✔️ Delivered.
Now... can I say the same for all the other ones? Eh... not exactly. 😂 Not that I'm saying I'm not proud of them, hell no, I just kinda spiraled with some of them, and honestly? I just let it happen.
Anyway! I wanna hear your thoughts on this second continuation oneshot for this wild little dynamic. Yay? Nay? Should I wrap it up here, or do you want even more? 😏
Let me know, y'all know I live for your feedback, hehe.
Oh! Also, I've got another continuation oneshot dropping this Friday. I think my freaky freaky readers are really gonna enjoy this one. 👀
All I'm gonna say is... buckle up. And buckle up real tight for next week too, because whew... it's gonna be a doozy.
Consider that another little tease from me to you, hehe.
In the meantime, don't forget to vote and leave kudos, and most importantly...
Take care of yourselves out there!
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Chapter 49: ❦Addicted To You❦
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Hinata can't go long without her master's attention. Call her needy. Call her addicted. But when the ache for his cold blue eyes becomes unbearable, she forces his attention—gives him every excuse to touch her, use her, and ruin her all over again. Pain becomes her pleasure, obedience becomes her purpose, and in her complete surrender, she reminds him exactly why she's his most devoted slave—his perfect, good girl.
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Notes:
(Long announcement alert)
Hello, I'm back again!!
And I'm here with another spicy update for today!
Before we dive in, I want to give you a fair warning: this one-shot isn't like the others I've posted. It's my first really intense piece since being back (and yes, there's more coming). That said, I need you to seriously read the tags. If BDSM, Master/Slave, or Degradation Kink isn't your cup of tea, then this isn't the story for you.
(And that's just a few tags.)
I know I sound like a broken record with these disclaimers, especially since we're nearly 50 chapters deep into this smut collection—which still blows my mind—but I'd rather over-warn than under-deliver. I don't want to catch anyone off guard, so here's your gentle out if needed. Read the tags, know what you're walking into, and feel free to skip if this one's not your style.
All love, as always. 🫶🏽✨
As you will see below, this is a continuation one-shot from an earlier piece in this smut collection titled "Good Girl." A few readers really took a liking to it, and recently, it found its way back into my head—so I figured, why not revisit it? It seems like turning these into follow-ups is becoming a bit of a habit... and honestly, I'm fully embracing it. 😏
Now, to clear up a question I've been getting a lot lately—many of you have been asking about Clash of Possession and whether Arc 2 is on the way.
And the answer is yes! It's definitely coming.
But when I previously mentioned I was working on a big project, I wasn't referring to Clash of Possession—I was talking about something completely different.
But I am absolutely working on it! Night and day, to be honest with you.
Arc 2 is actually shaping up to be longer and more layered than Arc 1. There are a whole lot more characters, more action, and more emotion. I'm also diving deeper into Japanese culture, so it's taking a bit more time and research to get it right. My goal is to finish it by the end of September, so thank you for bearing with me.
I promise it'll be worth the wait!
I'm genuinely thrilled to see all the anticipation and excitement building for the upcoming arc. It truly means the world to me. I’ve been riding a creative high thanks to your support—Clash of Possession keeps looping through my mind, and I can't wait to keep writing more!
Now, as for that actual big project I teased—it's almost wrapped up and will be dropping next week! Here's the last spoiler: it's a short story, a standalone fic that started as a one-shot but turned into something a little bigger and a whole lot more intense. It deserved its own spotlight, so I gave it one.
You can expect that release next Monday.
Thank you, as always, for reading, supporting, and riding this wild journey with me. Be sure to comment, leave a kudos, and most importantly—enjoy.
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(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Ahegao Kink • BDSM • Begging Kink • Belt Spanking • Body worship • Bondage (Shibari) • Breath Play • Clit Play • Cock Worship • Cockbulge • Collar • Collared Slave • Complete Submission • Consensual • Continuation One-shot • Dacryphilia • Degradation Kink • Deliciously Filthy • Desperation • Dirty Talk • Dom/Sub • Dual Stimulation • Edging • Established D/S Relationship • Explicit • Freaky • Free Use • Gags • Heavy Exhibitionism • Kinky • Masochism • Master & Slave • Master!Naruto • Marking/Bruising • Messy • Morning Sex • Multiple Orgasms • NSFW • Obedience Training • Obsession • Orgasm Control • Orgasm Denial • Overstimulation • Ownership Kink • Possession • Power Differences • Power Play • Praise Kink • Pussy Worship • Riding • Rough Sex • Sadism • Sensory Overload • Sex Toys • Sexual Asphyxiation • Size Difference Kink • Slave!Hinata • Slut Training • Spanking • Spit Drool Kink • Squirting • Sybian Saddle Use • Submission • Training Kink • Vaginal Sex • Verbal Humiliation • Voyeurism • 2025.
Continuation from "Good Girl"
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Addicted To You
The soft rustle of a page turning was the only sound heard in the room.
Well—almost the only sound.
There was also...the hum.
A low, rhythmic hum that pulsed through the floorboards, like some barely caged heartbeat thrumming beneath it all.
Naruto didn't mind it.
In fact, he hummed along with it, lips curled ever so slightly as his gaze skimmed the bold headline printed across the crisp newspaper in his hands.
His thumb dragged slowly along the edge of the page as he read in silence, the paper submitting to his grip, folding and bending beneath his thick fingers every time he chose to turn it.
He sat like a man with nowhere to be, one leg lazily draped over the other, his broad frame sunk deep into the rich, dark leather of his favorite armchair.
His white button-down was flawlessly pressed, sleeves rolled neatly just above the elbows, showing off strong, veiny forearms and the glint of a gold watch that caught the morning light pouring through the tall, open windows behind him.
His blonde, spiked hair was still slightly damp from the shower he took earlier, combed back with that lazy kind of precision that only came from doing it often—and doing it well. His oxford shoes were polished to a mirror shine, rocking gently with each slow bounce of his foot, the motion as unhurried as the rise and fall of his breath.
"Hmm... the economy's still shitty, I see." Naruto murmured with a faint, amused huff.
Not meant for anyone in particular.
Just a thought, drifting into the air.
Another lazy flip of the paper.
"Ah... what do you know?" He smirked faintly, cerulean eyes skimming the next column.
"Another day, another senator facing a scandal..." He drawled, giving a slow shake of his head.
"Surprise, surprise."
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth—a dry, amused sound, followed by another turn of the paper.
But this time... he paused.
His hand stilled mid-motion, his cerulean gaze lingering on the headline for only a second before sliding over to the weather column.
"Says there's a cold front rolling in," He murmured, tapping a single finger against the headline. He exhaled quietly through his nose, and for the first time all morning, his bouncing foot came to a stop.
"Tch. Damn shame."
His fingers reached up, tugging lightly at the collar of his shirt.
"Would've been a good week for some sun..." He murmured, his voice dipping into something softer now—something almost...fond.
"Could've dragged you back out onto the balcony. Let you put on a show again."
Finally, after reading nearly half of the morning paper, his attention shifted. His gaze dropped, drifting downward to the trembling soul stationed at his feet.
"Wouldn't it... slave?"
The air around his ankles shifted slightly, stirred by the faint, uneven breath of the woman nestled on her knees beneath his feet.
Naruto's grin broadened.
There she was.
His beautiful slave.
She'd been like that for nearly half an hour now.
Kneeling.
Straddled over one of his favorite toys.
The Sybian saddle.
The culprit of the... hum.
Stripped bare, Hinata remained exactly where he'd left her—perfectly positioned at his feet.
She was spread wide, legs clinging to either side of the saddle, her whole body twitching, trembling, as the toy pounded into her relentlessly—every jolt plucking at her nerves like fingers on flesh.
The machine's sleek black leather gleamed as the curved shaft drove up into her, working in perfect sync with the smaller nub vibrating mercilessly against her swollen clit. Every setting he so carefully adjusted was now working in tandem to keep her dangling just on the edge—right where he wanted her.
Her lavender, pupil-less eyes had turned nearly glassy, half-lidded and dazed, lashes fluttering like the fragile wings of a dying moth drawn too close to the flame.
Her arms were currently bound behind her, wrapped in knotted shibari rope. He had taken his time with tying it earlier that morning. He crisscrossed the strands down her forearms, looping them carefully beneath her elbows and cinching them behind her wrists in a series of tight diamond patterns.
Securing her position.
Her head hung low in submission, forehead gently pressed to the side of his lifted oxford shoe. The black leather gleamed beneath her touch, catching the faint shimmer of sweat that clung to her flushed cheeks and messy midnight blue hair.
She panted softly, her breath coming in short, desperate puffs, her chest rising and falling with quick little gasps she tried so hard to silence, as if even breathing without permission was an act of defiance.
Her lips parted just enough for a glimmering thread of saliva to escape, sliding slowly from the corner of her mouth. It traced a glossy path down her chin before gathering in a glistening pool at the base of the ball gag nestled tightly between her teeth.
Every shallow breath hitched in her throat—each involuntary twitch of her trembling body a wordless plea, a silent cry trapped beneath her master's firm command for silence.
She shook violently—not from fear, no.
But from the edge.
That aching, merciless edge her master had her straddling on for what felt like eternity. Her climax had risen again and again, clawing at her, begging her to reach for it—but she resisted.
She waited.
Just like she was supposed to.
Just like she was trained to do.
Naruto didn't speak at first.
Didn't move.
He watched her from the corner of his eye, his attention never fully leaving the newspaper still open in his hands—as if her torment was nothing more than background noise.
But he saw everything.
The way her hips jerked and rolled around the toy buried inside her, the saddle's buzzing head grinding into her core with obscene squelches, her juices soaking everything beneath her. The way her eyes clung to him, desperate, pleading, like she'd die if he didn't say something.
If he didn't acknowledge her.
But all he gave her was a smile.
A slow, cruel little thing.
"You still with me down there?" His voice was soft, almost playful. But there was nothing kind about it.
Not with the implication behind it.
Not with the way his expectant eyes roved over her.
Hinata nodded quickly, swallowing her tears as they burned behind her lashes.
She had to respond.
She had to let him know she was still here.
Still obeying.
Naruto hummed thoughtfully at the sight of her compliant gesture, straightening the newspaper back in his lap.
"Hm. Just checking." A subtle smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he caught her pleading stare from the corner of his eye.
Oh, he knew that look.
Knew exactly what it meant.
"Go on," He said casually, as if they were merely talking over breakfast, "Tell me what's weighing on that pretty little mind of yours."
He nodded once, without looking up, "Use your words."
The gagged woman blinked, confused.
But she obeyed anyway.
Hinata opened her mouth to speak, but the truth was already there, waiting like a fist to the gut.
She couldn't.
The ball gag was still wedged tightly between her teeth, pressing into the corners of her mouth, muffling every moan, every plea.
Her jaw ached from being pried open for so long, her tongue heavy and numb. Saliva spilled freely past her lips, trailing down her chin and slipping between the soft swell of her breasts—each drop making it harder to shape even a whisper of a word.
But that didn't stop her.
Hinata tried again.
She was just so desperate to speak, to give her master what he asked for. So, she forced her trembling mouth to move around the gag, hoping to form even one intelligible word.
Something. Anything.
"Mmhh! Nghh!"
It was useless.
All that spilled out were wet, garbled noises, leaving her whimpering with frustration.
She peered up at him again—pleading and wide-eyed.
And there it was—that chuckle of his.
The one that never failed to make her sopping wet.
"Ah. Forgot about that, didn't I?" Naruto said with a light laugh, setting the open newspaper in his lap and placing his lifted foot flat on the floor.
His hand reached for her face, his thumb hooking the edge of the gag strap, and with a firm yank, he freed it from her mouth. The gag slipped loose with a slick, sloppy pop, a thick string of her saliva clinging to the ball and trailing down his fingers.
Hinata flinched, slightly embarrassed.
But Naruto didn't care.
He never did.
Her master never minded getting his hands dirty.
With a mere twist of his fingers, he unfastened the clasp at the back of her head, removing the ball gag completely away from her mouth. He set it down with care on the nearby end table, the faint click of it against the wood barely registering over the sharp intake of breath that slipped from her.
Now freed, Hinata's moans and gasps rang louder than before. They were raw, delicate, and impossible to hide no matter how tightly she clenched her jaw.
She tried—oh, how she tried—but the pleasure was too much.
The Sybian beneath her was relentless.
"M-Master..." She gasped, her voice breaking around each syllable, her hips bucking without rhythm.
"Please... m-may I c-c-cum?"
Naruto tilted his head, casting her an awfully long stare.
He didn't know what turned him on more—her gagged or not.
There was something shamelessly obscene about the way she looked gagged—lips stretched around his toy, cheeks flushed with heat, drool slipping past the corners of her mouth as her muffled moans tumbled out.
She was always breathtaking like that—the perfect portrait of submission, delicate and ruined all at once.
But then... there was the other version of her.
No gag, no filter.
Just Hinata.
Just her voice, soft and trembling, whispering his name like a prayer. The gasps, the whimpers, the way she pleaded for more. She was always so transparent to him, no matter the form—so easy to read, so honest in her desire.
He couldn't decide which version of her he liked better.
But one thing he did know was that seeing her like this, so small and obedient at his feet, whether silenced or singing his name, lit a fire in him that refused to burn out.
He licked his lips.
Her heavy tits bounced with every ragged breath she drew—soft, full Double-Ds with a natural droop that only made her look even more fuckable, her rosy nipples slick and swollen, practically begging to be toyed with. Just below, her thighs trembled without pause, supple and slick, coated in the wet proof of her arousal.
Her toned stomach clenched tight against the roving vibrations of the ongoing saddle underneath her, every shallow breath a battle against the overwhelming dual stimulation.
She was barely holding it together, every muscle trembling from the effort it took just to stay still—to obey.
Hinata fought with everything she had not to grind too hard, to maintain some semblance of restraint. But her body had long since stopped listening. It moved on instinct—on pure, shameless need—chasing every spark of pleasure no matter how much her mind screamed to resist.
And on cue, her hips jerked forward again—and with the motion, the violet collar around her neck jingled sweetly.
Her diamond-studded "good girl" collar.
The one she always wore without fail.
Like now, in her master's bedroom.
Especially during sessions in his red room.
And sometimes... even in public, when he wanted to remind her, and everyone else, exactly who she belonged to.
Naruto's smirk twitched at the edges.
Hinata trembled.
"Please... I can't... I need—"
"No."
His voice was low, firm, and laced with that velvet cruelty that always made her ache so good.
"Not yet."
And just like that—her plea dissolved into a whimper, and her whimper collapsed into a sob. A sweet, broken sob that he loved more than anything.
Naruto leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He reached out and grabbed her chin—gentle but possessive, tilting her face up to meet his.
"When did I say you could cum, hm?" He asked smoothly, his thumb brushing across the corner of her lips.
Her voice was hoarse, nearly silent, but she answered without hesitation.
"W-When you're finished reading, M-Master..." She whispered.
Naruto's lips curled into a grin, pleased.
"Exactly," He hummed, gently nudging her chin upward, "And is your master finished, slave?"
Hinata blinked through wet lashes.
Her lavender eyes flicked down, gaze catching the open newspaper spread across his lap... and just beneath it, the hard, throbbing outline of his erection pressed against the fabric of his slacks.
She clamped her teeth around her lip, the taste of salt blooming on her tongue.
"N-No... it—it does not appear so, M-Master..." She stammered, swallowing back the burn in her throat.
"Alright then." He nodded slowly, "So you already know the answer to your question, don't ya?" His forefinger and thumb gave her chin a final, teasing little nuzzle before slipping away.
But in his absence, she pouted.
That sweet, helpless pout he could never resist.
Naruto cooed with mock sympathy, "Aww... don't give me that pout." He chuckled, "You know better than to act all cute when I'm trying to read." He practically purred.
His fingers tapped once against the paper on his lap.
"Tell me what you're supposed to do when I'm busy, slave." He clicked his tongue, "I believe you need a reminder."
Hinata's lips quivered, yet her eyes remained devoted to his.
"I'm supposed to wait..."
"Louder."
"I'm supposed to wait, Master." She repeated, raising her voice this time around.
Naruto tilted his head, considering her, then smirked.
"Good girl."
And that praise—just those two little words—hit her like a jolt of lightning.
Her hips bucked in a sudden, aching spasm against the saddle, pelvis locked tight. A soft jingle rang from her collar, the silver chains gliding across her pale, sweaty skin as the jeweled heart pendant shimmered in the light—just as her body threatened to tip over the edge again.
"You're squirming an awful lot there, slave..." Naruto observed calmly, catching the way her hips stuttered quicker, needier, more often now.
His eyes narrowed, "You're not about to cum, are you?"
Hinata froze, her master's voice cutting through her haze.
"G-Go—Gomenasai," She gasped, her voice hitching as the saddle's shaft rammed unforgivingly against her g-spot.
"I-It's just... it's too much, Master. I can't—It won't stop—"
Before she could say more, Naruto rose from his chair, folding the newspaper neatly and tucking it beneath one arm. The motion rolled his sleeves higher, showing off the powerful cords of muscle snaking down his forearms, the thick blue veins prominent beneath sun-kissed skin.
Hinata's head jerked up, only to fall back down with a gasp the moment she realized—he was right there.
Crouched low, his face perfectly leveled with hers.
Her breath hitched sharply, a sob rising, catching painfully in her throat.
Those piercing blue eyes dragged slowly down the length of her trembling body—from the soft bounce of her breasts and the stiffness of her nipples to the trembling in her thighs, down to where slick arousal glistened across her skin and soaked the saddle beneath her.
And still—he didn't touch her. Not yet.
"You know what I see, slave?" He murmured.
She blinked up at him, eyes glassy, lips trembling.
"I see," He muttered, eyes flicking down to meet hers again, "a needy little slut who's gotten far too comfortable being spoiled." His gaze sharpened, "A dirty little fucktoy who thinks just because she's wearing my diamonds and dripping down my toy, she's somehow earned herself mercy."
He let the words sink in, let them slap the fog from her mind and carve their weight into her trembling body.
"But you haven't."
Hinata's breath stuttered, "Please... Master, I—"
He raised a single finger. Just one.
And she froze. Immediately.
Her words withered before they could form, her breath snagging in her throat—as if that single finger had sealed it shut.
"Ah ah," He chided, "You want something from me, right?"
She nodded quickly, her whole body jerking with the force of it.
"H-Hai, Master... I—" She gasped, chest rising in frantic bursts, "I want your permission to cum... I want your attention as I do it... I—" Her voice faltered once more, her eyes desperate, pleading.
"I want your eyes on me, Master..." Her lips quivered, and she bit down on them hard—desperately trying to keep herself from crying. If he refused her again, she didn't know if she'd be able to take it.
"Then show me," He murmured, the grit in his voice dark and deep.
"Earn my eyes."
And just like that, his dark, hungry eyes dipped slowly, like they were something precious. A privilege. His gaze swept over her trembling form, drinking in the way she squirmed for him, barely holding herself together on the toy he'd chosen for her.
"Ride it," He commanded, nodding toward the humming saddle beneath her, "like you fucking mean it."
Without a word, he rose to his full height, plucked the newspaper from under his arm, and sank back into his chair, the leather sighing beneath him. The paper unfolded in his hands with a crisp snap, stretching open like a barrier between them.
"If you want my attention," He muttered flatly, eyes already scanning the headlines, "you'd better give me one hell of a reason to look up from this garbage."
Hinata didn't hesitate.
With trembling legs, she kicked her hips into gear.
She rocked forward, then snapped her hips back, grinding down harder against the sybian saddle with wet squelches that echoed lewdly through the room.
She moved again, faster this time. More desperate. More intense. The dual motors beneath her whirred to life even louder, responding to her desperation as she rode it in earnest.
Her thighs burned. Her knees ached.
The toy inside her pulsed mercilessly, riding up against her most sensitive spots.
But still, she moved.
Up. Down. Forward. Back.
Her body arched, her breasts heaving with every motion as she threw herself into it, slamming her hips down harder against the padded saddle—not with elegance, not with grace—but with raw, feral need.
Her violet collar jangled beautifully around her throat, the diamond-studded "good girl" shimmering like a crown as the delicate silver chains swayed with her rhythm. The tiny heart charm bounced at the base of her throat, dancing like it too was begging for his eyes.
Naruto didn't speak.
Didn't move.
He only read.
Or at least—he pretended to.
Because every so often, his eyes flicked just low enough, not to offer mercy, but to remind her that he was still watching.
Hinata could feel it.
That heavy weight of his eyes each time they dragged over her flailing body, ogling at her bouncing breasts, devouring the sight of how relentlessly the toys worked her over.
Kami, it made her moans louder, made her hips stutter, made her ride the saddle just a little harder, just a little needier.
Naruto chuckled, teeth biting gently into his bottom lip, like he was holding back a grin.
"That's it," He breathed, "That's what I want."
Hinata moaned at the praise, her hips jerking involuntarily against the saddle. Her knees buckled slightly, sweat slicking her skin as she rocked harder, more desperate to earn the next breath of validation.
"Th-This is good, isn't it, Master?" She asked between gasps, her voice cracking under the strain.
"Am I being your good girl?"
Naruto didn't answer this time. Didn't need to. The smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth said enough.
He turned another page.
She gave the saddle underneath her another grind.
"Ooh, I can't control my hips..." She whimpered between frantic gasps, "Your toy just feels so good. I love it so much, master!" Her thighs twitched violently, every nerve in her trembling frame screaming as she fought back the orgasm threatening to break her wide open.
"Mmm, I love how your toy teases my clit..." She mewled, voice trembling with desperation, "And how it fucks my pussy—so deep, so mean..." Her hips came crashing down in another wet, obscene thrust, the slick squelch of her juices echoing filthily off the walls.
The intense stimulation against her raw, oversensitive clit made her body jolt—her thighs twitching, her cries rising in pitch, cracking at the edges.
She could barely hold on.
Her hands clawed weakly at the cushion beneath her, her head thrown back, voice breaking with need.
"Thank you... thank you for using it on me, Master." She gasped out, breath hitching.
"Please... please don't stop watching me—please..."
Naruto chuckled, deep and rich in his chest, "Oh, how funny of you to assume..."
He slowly folded the corner of the paper down, revealing only one piercing blue eye.
"I never stopped."
The newspaper gave one final crisp flutter as he turned the page again, and there it was—the last page.
No more articles.
No more distractions.
He stared at it for a moment. Thoughtfully.
Then, with a slow, almost lazy flick of his wrist, he folded the newspaper closed. The sound was soft, precise, but somehow it cracked through the silence like a whip. He set it aside on the end table next to his chair, not bothering to glance at it again.
Out of sight. Out of mind.
Because now, his full attention was hers. All of it.
He leaned forward, reaching out, slow and steady, and took her by the chin once more. He lifted her face so her glassy lavender eyes had no choice but to meet his again.
"You did well, Hinata."
His thumb dragged along her swollen lower lip, smearing a glistening trail of drool across her chin. She moaned breathlessly at the sound of her master moaning her name.
Her real name.
She's earned it.
Her body hummed in glee, twitching violently as the Sybian continued to pulse inside her.
"Fuck," He muttered, voice low, breath hot against her face, "just look at you..." He smiled darkly, gaze raking over her writhing, helpless body, just ready to snap at any second.
"So obedient. So desperate. So fucking beautiful like this." His words burned through her, igniting something raw and aching inside her chest.
"You did exactly what I told you to, didn't you? Rode my toy like a good girl. Held on, took it all, just like a proper little slave should."
He let out a deep moan, "No whining. No fuss."
He leaned in closer, letting the back of his knuckles graze down her cheek, thumb brushing over the side of her collar, glittering proudly in diamonds across her throat.
"Fuck, you're everything a master could ask for."
Hinata's breath hitched.
Her bottom lip trembled, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. Tears clung to the corners of her eyes—not from pain—but from joy.
That was exactly what she needed to hear.
"Th-Thank you, Master..." She whispered, her voice no louder than a trembling breath. Those three fragile words held more weight than any scream ever could.
Naruto smirked, satisfied.
He leaned in, his breath brushing just beside her ear.
"Cum for me, slave."
His lips hovered there, just as his hand slid down and curled firmly around her throat.
"Show me what being my good girl really looks like."
And with her master's permission, Hinata finally let herself break.
She came. Hard.
Her body snapped apart like a tension wire cut clean, surrendering to the pressure that had been building for far too long. She came just as she always did—on command, like a good girl, right into the palm of her master's will.
Her floodgates burst wide open, violently and beautifully, soaking the saddle beneath her in one full rush, spilling down her thighs, and even dripping shamelessly onto the dark hardwood floor below.
It was unstoppable.
And it didn't help that her master's hand was still wrapped around her throat, whispering filth in her with that thick, husky voice of his.
She couldn't stop cumming.
Her lavender irises rolled back, whites flashing behind fluttering lashes, her tongue lolling out. Her moans were ragged and raw as they ripped free from her throat, louder than she meant, messier than she could control.
The diamond-studded collar around her throat jingled wildly, silver chains clinking like bells as her body shook, convulsed, and crumbled at his feet.
She convulsed, coming completely undone in full view of the man who owned her.
And Naruto—he watched it all.
Front row seat.
Just the way he liked it.
His grip didn't loosen.
He kept her still with a firm hold around her throat, holding her in place, keeping her breath clipped—just enough—and watched her unravel in front of him.
He didn't flinch. Didn't look away. Not once.
He watched her.
Watched her cum.
Watched the exact moment the light flickered and dimmed in her eyes, the precise second she surrendered her everything to him.
It did something to him.
Something dark. Something possessive.
It coiled low in his gut, a heat that tightened and twisted, swelling with a dark, wicked pride that set fire to his every nerve. A crooked grin crept across his whiskered face, slow and razor-sharp, dripping with dangerous satisfaction.
All the while, the saddle beneath her didn't falter.
Didn't stop. Didn't show mercy.
It kept buzzing beneath her, a constant, punishing thrum that never offered her a breath, never granted her the mercy of stillness.
Relentless in its torment.
It tore through her, pulse after pulse, dragging out the final, fragile remnants of her orgasm like it was peeling her soul apart one trembling jolt at a time.
Hinata's body spasmed again and again.
Then, suddenly, she collapsed.
But even in her exhaustion, even after the earth-shattering climax that had ripped her apart, her hips gave one more pitiful grind against the toy.
Like a puppet with cut strings, still trying to dance.
Naruto clicked his tongue.
That was enough. For now.
He let her go, slipping his hand away from her throat, and watched as her skin, once tinted a haunting blue, slowly shifted back. The color drained in reverse, returning to that soft, flushed pale hue he knew so well.
Then, he leaned forward, the leather of his chair creaking beneath him as he reached for the base of the saddle, just where the silk dials were. He turned the first knob, then the second, adjusting the vibrations lower and lower—until finally, silence fell.
No more humming.
No more buzz.
No more stimulation.
Just the sound of Hinata's ragged breathing.
The sudden silence hit her harder than the noise ever did. Without the vibrations, her body jerked, collapsing into trembling spasms, like she'd just been unplugged from the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
And then—click.
With a quiet, mechanical snap, Naruto detached the control unit, pulling it free from the machine. Then, he reached for the base of the Sybian, lifted it clean from beneath her, and without another word, set it aside.
"There." He muttered casually, smirking down at her crumpled body, "Much better."
Hinata didn't move right away. She couldn't.
Naruto noticed—and, with surprising grace, granted her a moment.
Just one.
Before...
"Now then..." He drawled, "What do you say to your master?"
Hinata panted, trying to gather herself, to reclaim her voice. But it was taking her longer than she liked.
Her muscles had gone to jelly, her limbs trembling beneath the weight of release and exhaustion. But even in that fragile state, she tried.
Kami, she tried.
The delay earned her nothing but the pressure of expectation—so she pushed herself.
She forced her body forward, dragging herself across the floor on bruised, burning knees, her arms still bound tightly behind her back. The rope dug into her skin with every shift. Her collar jingled softly, delicate silver chains swaying with every shiver that passed through her.
Sweat streaked down her brow, mixing with the salt of her tears as she shimmy-crawled the remaining distance to him.
Naruto spread his legs just slightly—inviting her in.
And like the good girl she was, Hinata dragged herself between them, collapsing at the apex of his thighs with a soft cry of surrender. Her flushed cheek nuzzled into the tailored fabric of his black slacks, right below the heavy tent of his erection.
A soft sigh slipped from her lips at the comforting weight of his hand as it came to rest atop her head, thick fingers slowly stroking through her damp hair.
And in return, she moved her head and pressed her lips to the outline of his cock.
A kiss.
One of gratitude.
Devotion.
Worship.
"Thank you, master," She breathed, her voice raw.
"Thank you for letting me cum... th-thank you for watching me..." Her voice broke as she shuddered, pressing another kiss against him.
"Th-Th-Thank you for letting me serve y-y-you."
Her voice fractured completely on that last line, her forehead still pressed to the solid weight of him. She placed one more gentle, submissive kiss, her mouth trembling as she poured her soul into every motion.
Naruto's fingers threaded gently through her hair once more, this time guiding her down, coaxing her to lay her cheek against his thigh. Her midnight-blue bangs slipped across her eyes as a soft, relieved sigh slipped from her lips.
"You're welcome, my beautiful slave."
She exhaled a fragile breath, lips curving faintly.
"I'll always be your good girl." She whispered in a daze.
"I know, sweetheart," He murmured back, brushing his thumb along her temple.
He leaned back slightly, a slow breath escaping his nose.
"And you'll get to prove it to me... again."
That single promise pulled a moan from deep in her throat, muffled against his pants. Her head drifted upward, drawn toward the man she adored, and her glassy eyes locked onto the face of her god—his head tilted, those golden bangs falling over his eyes as he peered down at her.
That smirk returned, cruel and loving all at once.
He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear with the same thumb, "You wanted my attention, didn't you?"
"Hai, Master." She whispered, nodding frantically.
"Alright then,"
He leaned downward, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, lips warm against the damp crown of her hair.
"Show's not over."
Without another word, he reached behind her, fingers moving expertly as he untied the intricate shibari from her wrists, slowly releasing her from the ropes that had bound her so perfectly. The rope slid away, ever so slowly, ever so intimately—each knot unraveling with a faint scratch of friction as it passed over her flushed skin.
He didn't rush. He never did.
And as his arms moved over and around her, brushing against her shoulders, skimming her lower back, Hinata moaned softly.
Not from stimulation.
Not from pleasure.
But from being surrounded by him.
By the cool, crispness of the cologne that lingered in the fibers of his shirt. By the faint, clean hint of soap from his earlier shower. By the closeness of his breath. By the scent of him.
All of him.
She wanted to melt into it. Into him.
Hinata could've laid there for hours—head pressed against his thigh, wrapped in the warmth of his body, breathing him in like oxygen.
And for a moment... she did.
Until she heard his voice. And that command.
"Get into your position, slave."
Her breath hitched.
"I want a good look at that naughty little pussy."
Hinata's lashes fluttered.
She knew exactly what that meant.
She whimpered softly, his command slithering down her spine like hot lava. Her muscles ached, her body still shaking from the climax he'd allowed—but she obeyed.
Because that's what she'll always do.
She pushed herself up on trembling limbs, her sore arms burning with the effort, the slick heat of her thighs sticking to the floor. She turned around slowly, her breaths coming in shallow pants as she positioned herself.
The Jack-O pose.
Breasts low to the floor. Hips raised high.
Her spine curved in a deep bow, her body folding into a sharp, inverted V that placed everything on display. Her fat ass jutted high into the air, plump and flushed, a lewd invitation without a single word spoken.
Her legs were spread wide, forced open to reveal the slick mess between her thighs—her soaked, glistening folds parted and dripping, still twitching from overuse.
Up front, her arms were folded neatly beneath her, her shoulders drawn in tight as she balanced her weight on the balls of her feet, the posture steady yet undeniably submissive.
She was flexible, after all—so the position itself wasn't a challenge. Not physically.
But emotionally?
Now that was an entirely different story.
Her master favored this position for a reason—because of what it was meant to do.
To make her feel utterly exposed. Unbearably vulnerable. And exactly how he liked her best...
So perfectly his.
And behind her, she could already feel it.
The heat of her master's gaze. The weight of his hunger.
"Now that's a good girl..."
She heard the creak of the chair as he rose.
"Good fucking girl."
Hinata moaned softly, rocking her hips in place, tilting her plump ass back toward him, just a little—just enough to tempt.
"Hai, master..." She whimpered, breathless, "Come closer."
Her voice trembled.
"Please, come closer and fuck your filthy slut..." She sobbed, "Ruin me with that big, fat cock of yours..."
She rocked again, hips moving in a slow, aching grind—her swollen pussy gripping air, just begging to be filled, pleading without a single word.
Her body was doing all the talking now, offering itself up like a gift.
Just like she was trained to do.
Just the way she knew he liked.
"She misses you..." She added softly, her voice nearly a whisper.
Naruto's brow arched, "Who misses me?"
Hinata gasped, swallowing hard, "M-My pussy, Master."
She gave a trembling exhale.
"She misses you so much..." Her voice trembled, sweet and broken, "She's been waiting so patiently for you this whole time."
She gave her ass another slow, sultry roll, drawing attention to the slick, messy heat between her thighs.
"Just look at her..." She mewled seductively, "Look how wet she is for you... how much she aches for you..."
And she meant every word.
She could feel her juices slipping down her thighs, warm trails dripping one after another. Slowly, she bowed her head low, pressing her cheek to the floor in a show of pure submission.
"Please... she wants her master."
And that's when she heard it.
The hard clicks of oxfords. Footsteps.
And...
A quiet metallic clink. A belt.
Her entire body tensed at the sound.
Her core clenched. Her breath stalled.
She couldn't see him.
But she could certainly feel him.
Naruto stood just behind her, eyes raking down every inch of her bowed body, from her flexing fingers to her swaying, soaked pussy.
He unthreaded his belt slowly from the loops of his slacks, the leather whispering as he slid it free. He doubled it over in one hand, the folded strap bending with a satisfying creak.
Then slowly, he let it drag along the curve of her ass, the cool leather gliding over her flushed skin, teasing her with the threat of something sharper.
Hinata's hips twitched.
"Such a dramatic little slut..." He murmured darkly, amused.
"Begging with her pussy now, eh?" He taunted, "You think that dripping, filthy hole's gonna make me merciful?"
Hinata shuddered, rocking again.
"I'll do anything, Master..." Her voice cracked, "Your cock, your fingers, your toys, I don't care—just fill me." She gasped, hips rocking once more, desperate.
"Please... just give me something. Anything."
Crack!
The belt came down hard, snapping across her right ass cheek with a clean, brutal strike. The sound was sharp and loud, like a gunshot ricocheting off the walls.
Hinata cried out, her scream high and raw as her body jolted forward, instinctively trying to flee the sting—but she didn't move far. Her legs shook violently, thighs quaking from the effort it took to stay still.
But she held her position. Barely.
"Is that what you need, slave?" Naruto asked coolly, patting the belt lightly in between her folds now.
She flinched, knees threatening to buckle inward, but she forced them apart, muscles straining to obey.
He chuckled as he watched her squirm.
"That's what that needy cunt was begging for?"
Hinata nodded wildly, her voice tumbling out in a breathless rush, each word falling faster than the last.
"Hai, h-hai! Master, please don't stop—use me, punish me, fuck me, I just—eek!!"
Another strike.
She squealed, the sound high and breathless as she began to rock her ass faster, wobbling her cheeks in time with the swing of the belt, catching each strike.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
Each hit landed clean, kissing both sides of her cheeks.
"Oooh, fuck yeah! Rock that ass just like that." Naruto's command was low, growled.
And she obeyed. Perfectly.
She threw her ass back, arching and grinding with reckless abandon, giving him the exact show he wanted.
And just like that, the belt came down.
CRACK.
Another bruise.
"T-Thank you, master..." Hinata gasped, a few tears slipping down her cheeks again, "Please... again. I want more."
His breath hitched—just faintly.
She was always good at that.
Pushing his limits. Testing his restraint. Driving him right to the edge.
Just as she was drawn to him, addicted to his presence, he was no less addicted to her.
Another sharp sting lit up her ass, and Hinata cried out again, collapsing forward slightly but catching herself on her bruised forearms, her mouth open in a desperate sob of pleasure and pain.
"Hai, oh kami, I love it!" She whimpered, the sound hitching in her throat as her legs began to tremble violently.
The sting from the last strike settled deep, blooming across her pale skin in a flush of angry red welts, some shaped in crooked, chaotic patterns—marks of devotion, stamped into her flesh like a brand.
She could feel them.
Feel him.
And she loved every second of it.
"Greedy little slut," Naruto muttered, dragging the belt slowly down the back of her thigh, letting the cool leather tease her flushed, burning skin.
"You want more?"
"Yes, master... more..." She moaned, each word tumbling out between shaky, breathless huffs.
"Please, Master... come take what's yours..."
That was it.
The final push.
Naruto's jaw locked, the muscle ticking hard beneath the surface. Something in him snapped at her words just now—clean and violent, like a dam breaking under pressure.
"Alright then, brace yourself, slut."
He stepped closer, his height looming far over her.
"I've got just the thing for you."
And with that, he tossed the belt across the room—a sharp clatter of leather and buckle crashing to the floor as his patience finally cracked.
His fingers were quick, gripping his zipper, yanking it down with a hiss of urgency, his cock springing free from the open fly, thick, hot, already dripping with precum, and far too hard to wait.
He dropped to his knees behind her, large hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
And without another word—he plunged inside her.
Hinata screamed.
Her entire body jerked forward, legs collapsing beneath her as the sudden stretch filled her all at once.
No warning. No buildup.
Just him. All of him.
"Ahh—M-Master—!" She sobbed, her fingers clawing at the floor.
He bottomed her out in one merciless thrust, his cock driving in to the hilt with a force that knocked the breath straight from her lungs.
His hands clamped down on her hips like handles, fingers digging into soft flesh, holding her still as she writhed and clenched around him.
"Tch. Tight fuckin' hole..." Naruto growled through gritted teeth, the veins in his neck straining as her walls fluttered wildly around his cock.
"Already twitching like you're about to cum again."
Hinata sobbed out something incoherent, her pussy clenching tight around him as she tried to adjust to his size again.
But Naruto didn't give her time.
He merely pulled back, and slammed inside her again.
Her mouth fell open, a silent scream on her lips as drool spilled freely from her tongue, her head dropping limp against the hardwood floor. Her body jerked with every savage thrust—each one landing like a shockwave, shattering her all over again.
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
Only feel.
And Kami, she felt everything.
Each time he drove into her, it was like the first time all over again.
He knew her body too well.
Knew exactly where to fuck—exactly where to hit to tear her apart from the inside out.
She could barely speak.
"H-Hai! Thank you, M-M-Master... th-thank yo—nuugh!"
Her words were barely intelligible, rendered useless beneath the relentless pounding that reduced her to nothing but a body—a vessel made to take her master.
Her eyes rolled back, vision blurring beneath a veil of hot tears, ears ringing with the sound of her own ruin. That raw, wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the room as her ass was pounded again and again.
No mercy. No pause.
The slick, obscene squelch of her soaked cunt filled her ears, loud and filthy.
Her slick dripped down in steady streams, sliding along her trembling thighs, then splashing against the hardwood floor in a rhythmic drip-drip-drip—like a faucet left on far too long.
Every thrust sent another hot spurt gushing out.
Her naughty little hole was stretched wide, stuffed full of cock, trembling with each impact, like it had no idea how to take him—but still, refused to let go.
"Oh fuck yess!!" Hinata squealed, her toes curling against the floor.
"Fuck!" Naruto growled, the sound rough, feral, torn straight from his chest.
His hands lifted from her hips—only for a moment—just long enough to grab the front of his buttoned shirt. With a single, angry yank, he ripped it open, buttons flying, exposing his chiseled torso, slick with sweat.
Then he snapped his hips forward again, rougher now. More savage.
His grunts turned guttural, each sound more animal than man.
There was no hesitation in him.
No restraint.
Only the need to ruin.
To break her.
To fuck her into submission until the only thing left was a shaking, dripping mess collapsed at his feet.
That was the goal.
That was always the goal.
His hips slammed against her ass in a blur of fast, wet smacks, each thrust punctuated by the violent flex of his abs as he drove deeper into her soaked, gripping heat.
"Look at this sloppy little fuckhole," He growled, lips pulled into a scorn, "Can't even fucking behave the second it gets cock."
A rough, open-palmed smack landed against her ass, loud, sharp, echoing through the room.
Hinata shrieked.
"Just making a fucking mess." He hissed between thrusts, pumping her deeper with each growl,
"...all over my goddamn floor."
Hinata's body rocked forward and back uselessly, her cheek dragging against the floor.
"M-Master—!" She choked, her voice broken, pleasure-struck.
"You think I'm gonna clean this shit up?" He slapped her ass again, harder this time, leaving yet another red sting blooming across her skin.
"No." He spat, snarling, "You're gonna lick it up after I'm done with you."
He leaned in, growling through clenched teeth, "Every last fucking drop. I want my floor spotless."
Hinata's eyes crossed, her vision swimming—her body shaking with each degrading word, each demand igniting something darker inside her.
"Hai, Master!" She cried out, the words cracking in her throat, "Haii~! I'll lick it all up, I promise!"
She meant it. Every single word.
She'd clean up every drop of her own ruin, if it meant pleasing him.
Naruto grinned crookedly.
"Now, that's the shit I like to hear."
And as a reward, he fucked her harder. Really fucked her.
And just like that—Hinata's voice cut off, strangled in her throat.
Her body locked up, her eyes shooting to the farthest reaches of her skull, tongue spilling from her lips in an incoherent cry.
He jackhammered into her, each brutal thrust drilling deeper, harder, slamming her down into the floor, like he wanted to crack it with her body.
His cock was like steel, dominating her walls as if they offered no resistance at all. The tight stretch of her pussy was treated like nothing—just another obstacle for him to plow through. He pounded straight into her cervix, the impact so fierce it felt like his cock's head was going to punch right through it.
It was too much.
Too raw. Too intense.
It drove her mad.
"Eeeek! I'm gonna cum!!!" She squealed, her voice cracking as her stomach wrenched tight, the pressure coiling like molten lava, ready to erupt.
"Master, please! Please, may I cum?!" Her words spilled out in a rush, barely holding together.
"Cum, bitch," He snarled, voice ragged.
In a blink, his arms snapped around her hips, yanking her back until her ass was flush with his pelvis. He slammed her back on him, balls deep, and he held her there.
Not thrusting.
Just grinding in tight, punishing circles—forcing her to feel every single throbbing inch of him inside her.
"Yeah, cum on every inch of this dick." He snarled, a wicked laugh tearing from his throat as those dark blue eyes glinted behind the sweaty mess of blonde strands falling over his face.
"Go on, make a fuckin' mess." He taunted with a sharp grin, flashing his sharp canines.
"Give yourself more work to clean up later, ya filthy little slut."
Hinata could feel him—so deep, it was like the tip of his cock nudging the floor through her stomach, like he was trying to fuck her straight into it. She could even feel is thick shaft dragging along her spine, stretching her open in a way that defied reason.
Below, his balls slapped mercilessly against her clit as he humped her, each swing a sharp, punishing spark that only fed the storm inside her.
It was so good.
She was at her breaking point.
Hinata let out a broken, strangled cry, her body locking up tight for one impossibly tense second—before it shattered completely.
"Aahh—M-Master!!"
Her orgasm ripped violently through her.
Her legs kicked, her thighs shook, her body convulsed in pure, blinding release.
"That's it..." Naruto's hips began to kick in gear again, driving into her through the mess of her cum, through the aftershocks.
"That's right, show me..." His cock slammed in and out of her soaked cunt, "Show me how fucking messy this hole can really get."
He licked his lips, panting in sync with the tremors wracking her frame.
"Fucking break for me."
And Hinata did.
She came so hard she saw white.
Her eyes rolled back.
Her mouth flooded open in a silent scream as her release gushed down her thighs, coating his cock in a flood of slick that dripped down onto the floor below.
Just another mess she'd have to clean up.
And through it all, Naruto kept it up.
Still fucking her pussy up.
"You cum when I say..." Naruto growled, after a body rippling thrust.
"You break when I let you..." He slapped her ass.
"And you don't stop taking this cock—until I say we're done. You hear me, slut?"
"H-Haiii, master!!"
Those were the ground rules.
The non-negotiable commandments her master set—and Hinata made damn sure to obey every one.
No matter how sensitive she was.
No matter how sore her body felt.
No matter how many tears blurred her vision.
She obeyed.
Because that's what good girls did.
And Hinata, she was more than good.
She was his.
His personal slave.
His favorite toy.
His number one good girl.
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Notes:
A.N.
Pretty intense, yeah, I know, haha.
But let's be real... that's nothing new around here, lmao.
I've actually been wanting to write about the Sybian saddle for a while now. It's one of those toys I've always been excited to weave into my writing, so getting the chance to finally do it?
✨Thrilling✨
And knowing how my mind works, I'm definitely coming back with a follow-up for this now "two-shot." I'm probably going to circle back to a few of my earlier one-shots too.
Let me know which continuation you'd love to see! I noticed a few comments asking for more from the "Domination" and "Jelly Hubby" dynamic, so those are absolutely on my radar for the future.
Lately, my brain's been in full-on brainstorming mode; I've got docs everywhere to prove it, haha. But honestly, it's been so rewarding to update consistently again. It's been a while since I felt this kind of flow... so yay me!
But enough about me, I hope you've been doing well. Truly. I love hearing from you all and reading your thoughts.
💜🧡💜🧡💜
Ooh, quick heads-up: I won't be back with updates until the week of July 21st. I'll be busy finishing up that new story I mentioned before, and once that's wrapped, I'll be back in full force.
So until then, don't forget to comment and leave kudos!
Be back soon! 💋
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Chapter 50: ❦Fruit Salad❦
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After months of clean eating, postpartum healing, and easing into life as a new mother, Hinata's body has transformed in ways she hadn't fully realized. But Naruto certainly had. When he finally finds himself between her thighs again, he's hit with a sweetness so rich, so unexpectedly intoxicating, it shatters every bit of his control. One taste of her was all it took… and from that moment on, he's hopelessly hooked.#50th chapter!
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Notes:
Hello, readers!
Sorry for the slightly late update.
I know I mentioned in the last one that I'd be posting during the last week of July, but my new fanfic took a little longer to wrap up than I expected. If you haven't checked it out yet, feel free to give it a read! (It's called The Business Proposal, by the way.)
Today's update is a short one, inspired by a random idea that popped into my head, and I just had to try it out. It’s much lighter and a bit more vanilla compared to the last chapter—trust me, haha. I wanted to keep things simple this time, and because I really wanted to slip in a little summer-inspired one-shot before the season ends.
This will also be my last update for the summer for a few reasons:
This marks the end of the one-shots I was able to build up while I was away in May and June.
I need time to build up more content—specifically, to work on A Clash of Possession Arc 2, The Unknown, and a few other projects I have in the works.
I have a lot going on personally—my sister’s moving out for college, and I'll be helping her decorate her dorm, plus I've been busy with job interviews and will soon be starting a full-time job. So there’s a lot on my plate right now, and a short hiatus will give me time to handle it all.
But! When I come back, I hope to have Arc 2 of A Clash of Possession completed and more chapters of The Unknown ready so we can finally bring that fanfic to a close. Basically, my goal is to return with a bunch of updates just like I did this time around!
I really hope you've enjoyed what I've managed to share this summer. It’s been so much fun being active again—posting new NaruHina material, chatting with all of you, and writing more than I have in a long while. Reminds me of old times, haha.
Here's to seeing you all again at the end of September!
Love you always,
and I hope you enjoy this chapter! 🌻🏖️☀️
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Fruit Salad
Hinata bit her lip, her lavender eyes locked on the digital scale as the numbers flashed up at her.
One hundred and forty-eight.
Still higher than her pre-pregnancy weight.
Still not where she wanted to be.
With a heavy sigh of defeat, Hinata lowered herself onto the edge of the toilet seat, the cool porcelain brushing against the backs of her calves. She stared at the number on the scale for a second longer, as if glaring hard enough might make it shrink.
But it didn't.
It just sat there—unmoving.
She chewed the end of her pen for a moment, as if stalling might soften the blow. But with a quiet sigh, she eventually, reluctantly, opened her faithful journal and began to write down the number she'd been dreading since stepping off the scale.
⏱️Weight: 148
… still not ideal.
🤍(Stay kind. Stay consistent. Progress, not perfection.)🤍
Her handwriting was small and neat, tucked between the soft pale lines of her journal, with tiny hearts dotting her i's and doodled checkmarks lining the margins—mini affirmations, soft nudges of encouragement to keep herself going.
Still, she couldn't help the faint frown that tugged at her lips.
That number.
That dreadful number.
It still stung.
As much as she wanted to rip the page out and throw it straight into the trash, she didn't. She never did. She jotted it all down the same way she did everything else—with intention, with honesty.
Right beneath her carefully portioned meal log, her hydration stats, and every precisely calculated macronutrient she'd tracked for the day.
💧Water Intake: 6/8 glasses – Add two more tomorrow!
🍽️Meals Eaten Today:
₊ ⊹Breakfast: Oatmeal + almond butter + banana + blueberries = my breakfast go-to!
₊ ⊹Brunch: Avocado toast + poached egg + cherry tomatoes + orange slices
₊ ⊹Lunch: Grilled chicken wrap + hummus + cucumber slices + apple wedges
₊ ⊹Dinner: Tofu + veggie stir-fry + soba noodles + dragon fruit chunks on the side
✨Macros: 95g carbs / 38g fat / 76g protein
Clean.💜Balanced. 🐰 Satisfying. 🌼 You're doing better than you think! 🤍
All of it was part of her process.
And every number—every slip, every hard truth, every loss or win—was a step toward her goal.
That is… to feel like herself again.
To help her body bounce back after Boruto. Not to erase what her body had done—never that. Because carrying Boruto, bringing him into the world, nursing him through those long, sleepless nights, was the most powerful thing she had ever done.
Her greatest triumph.
The proof that she was stronger than she had ever believed—a survivor, a creator of life, a woman who had endured and conquered. But still, there was a part of her that longed to look in the mirror and recognize the woman staring back.
She didn't need perfection. That was never the goal.
But she did need to feel like she belonged in her own skin again—as Hinata.
And so, with that goal burning quietly inside her, she had fully and wholly committed.
Over the last few months, she'd completely overhauled her diet.
No shortcuts. No crash fixes.
She'd completely cut out processed sugar, or well, sugar in general. That meant: no cakes, no cookies, and absolutely none of her soft, gooey cinnamon rolls—the ones she used to always bake fresh on Sunday mornings.
Just thinking about them made her lips pout.
The cravings were real.
The sacrifices? Even more so.
She'd also said a firm goodbye to dairy and swapped out heavy, starchy carbs for crisp, vibrant greens and colorful piles of antioxidant-rich fruits. Which would be: plump blueberries, tart raspberries, golden slices of mango, and juicy kiwi all of which were stacked neatly in glass bowls that lined the shelves of her fridge.
She'd been eating so much fruit lately—more than ever before.
Sweet. Tart. Bright. Juicy.
All of the above.
Fruit had become a non-negotiable staple of every meal she ate.
A must, not a maybe.
For breakfast, she leaned into probiotic-rich yogurts, swirled with chunks of ripe mango and plump blueberries. Her granola bowls were layered with fresh strawberries and tart dried cranberries. Thanks to her frequent visits to the farmer's market, the fridge was always stocked with bowls of sliced kiwi, pineapple, and papaya—nature's candy, as she liked to call it.
The kind where she could eat as much as she wanted without guilt.
Not like the other stuff.
Her snacks were just as healthy.
She kept apple slices with almond butter, handfuls of trail mix with dried cherries, and chilled mandarin oranges on hand for any time she wanted a quick bite between meals. Sometimes she nibbled on rice cakes topped with mashed avocado and a dusting of chili flakes or munched on baby carrots dipped in hummus between tasks at home.
And her sips? Always refreshing.
Her smoothies were vibrant, icy blends of frozen blueberries, kiwi, and dragon fruit—sometimes with a scoop of chia or flax for good measure.
Even her lunches and dinners had evolved.
Beyond her colorful salads tossed with strawberries, citrus wedges, and the occasional sprinkle of pomegranate seeds, she rotated in quinoa bowls with roasted vegetables, grilled chicken wraps with spinach and cucumber, and stir-fries made with tofu, snap peas, and a hint of ginger-soy glaze.
A little fun fact!
Hinata also infused her water daily.
Lemon with mint. Cucumber with basil. Simple, refreshing combinations, each carrying that crisp tang her body had grown to crave.
And honestly, she was pretty proud of that.
Gone were the mornings scented with buttered toast or baked bread. Now they began with the bright aroma of zested lemon peels, fresh herbs, and the cool trace of chilled coconut water. And her nights ended with dragon fruit smoothies and calming sips of either magnesium or kombucha tea.
Starting out, it definitely wasn't easy.
But all of it—every sip, every step, every scribbled note—was her way of taking back control, of owning her choices again, and of finding her way back to the woman she knew was still there—buried beneath the exhaustion, the stubborn self-doubt, and the unsettling unfamiliarity of a body she hadn't yet learned to fully accept.
One number. One day. One decision at a time.
Hinata's smile returned as her lavender eyes drifted over the notes she'd written earlier in her journal—specifically under the exercise column. She'd added little hearts there, right next to the line that read.
"Morning walk with baby B."
Her favorite part of the day.
Her workouts weren't intense, but they were intentional—small, steady acts of movement, here and there.
Baby steps.
She never wanted to push herself too hard. There was no rush, no race to run—just a quiet promise to herself to just keep moving.
Most mornings, she would take quiet walks through the neighborhood—early enough for the air to still be cool and the streets feel calm. She'd push Boruto in his stroller, letting him soak in the fresh air, his baby blue eyes blinking curiously at the world. And always—always—her husband was right there beside her, matching her pace, step for step.
Well… sort of.
Because Naruto's version of "matching her pace" usually meant veering onto the grass to chase after Boruto's dropped blanket, waving enthusiastically at every neighbor they passed, or breaking into a playful jog just to get a few steps ahead—tossing her that boyish grin while he was at it—only to circle back and fall into step beside her again, like a golden retriever who just couldn't stand to be away from his person for long.
He was impossible sometimes.
Always teasing her. Always pushing her buttons.
It was a full-time job keeping track of his antics.
Hinata couldn’t even count on one hand how many times he managed to poke fun at her in a single day.
Like the times he'd swipe her journal when she wasn't looking, flipping through it with over-the-top gasps and mock seriousness—pretending to read her private affirmations aloud in the most ridiculous, theatrical voice he could muster. Until she was chasing him down the hallway—red-faced, breathless, and threatening murder with a throw pillow.
And then there were the quieter moments.
The ones that came at night.
After they'd successfully put Boruto to sleep and were lying together in bed, Naruto would casually let his fingers wander along her plush thighs or the soft pudgy curve of her belly—murmuring praises in her ear with that infuriatingly cocky little smirk on his face.
Praises that aways made her scoff, roll her eyes, and shove at his chest…
Even…as her cheeks flushed hot.
Even…when she secretly loved every word.
Naruto understood her struggles—he truly did—but that never stopped him from being the same irreverent, loud-mouthed knucklehead he'd always been. Even with thirty creeping up on him like a shadow he pretended not to see, he still refused to grow up completely.
Hinata couldn't help but smile as she scribbled another small heart at the bottom corner of her journal page.
She loved him for that.
Loved him so much.
And just as she was about to flip to a fresh page, a gentle knock sounded at the bathroom door.
Definitely Naruto's.
….just in time.
"Hey, Hina?" His husky, ready-for-bed voice filtered through the door—slightly muffled, carrying a faint trace of concern.
"You okay? You've been in there a while now."
Hinata blinked, startled, quickly sitting upright at the sound of her husband calling her name.
"I'm fine!" She called out, a soft giggle slipping from her lips, "Just got a little carried away with my journaling again."
There was a brief pause on her side before she added gently, "You and Boruto doing okay?"
"Yeah, everything's okay…" Naruto's voice came through the door again, followed by a dramatic sigh that made her smile before he even finished.
"Except Boruto peed on me. Again." He groaned, "And he was extra fussy when I tried to lay him down… but I managed to get him to sleep."
Hinata's face softened.
"Aww, look at you. Talking like a dad." She beamed, "I'm so proud of you."
"Yeah…" He trailed off, his knuckles dragging across the doorframe. But in his tone—there was something there, lingering.
Something quiet and unsure.
She could feel it instantly.
Hinata straightened slightly on the toilet seat, concern blooming in her gut, "What's wrong, my love?" She asked softly.
There was a pause on his side this time, a hint of silence.
Before…
"I was kinda hoping," Naruto murmured through the door, his voice a little softer than usual, "now that Boruto's finally down… maybe I could steal a little time with you…ya know?"
He exhaled a deep, tired sigh, "Feels like I haven't had you to myself in forever, babe."
Hinata's heart clenched.
Because he wasn't wrong.
She had been so caught up in the rhythm of it all—of being Mommy. Sticking to her new schedule—staying on top of her diet, her walks, her journaling, stealing brief naps whenever she could, and waging that constant tug-of-war with recovery—until, somewhere along the way… wife had quietly slipped into the background.
Not on purpose, of course.
Just… slowly. Gradually.
Like steam fading from a mirror.
Hinata let out a sigh, placing her journal down gently on the bathroom counter, her fingertips brushing over the soft pink cover.
Maybe it's time she changed that.
Gently, she pushed herself to her feet, cinched her robe tighter around her waist, and padded barefoot to the bathroom door. With a steady breath, she reached for the handle and eased it open.
And there he was.
Her husband.
Naruto.
The first thing her lavender eyes landed on was his tousled blonde hair and those soft, aching blue eyes, staring back at her the moment she looked up.
A white muscle shirt clung to his chiseled torso, the fabric slightly rumpled and riding up where he'd clearly been holding Boruto against him earlier. Paired with gray joggers and black socks, it was his usual dad-mode attire… yet somehow, it still made her insides flutter.
He was a walking contradiction—equal parts gentle and wild, exhausted and so very eager. And still, despite the bags under his eyes, all the sleepless nights, the spit-up-stained shirts, and constant diaper runs, he had never looked more irresistible.
His eyes widened the moment he saw her, sweeping over her with that boyish awe he could never quite hide.
"Ah, babe," He whispered, like the sight of her physically winded him.
Hinata leaned against the doorframe, tucking a strand of her midnight blue hair behind her ear.
She hummed, gazing up at him with soft, amused eyes.
"Mmm… what's with that look?" She teased, a sly smile tugging at her lips, "Don't tell me you've somehow forgotten what your wife looks like."
Naruto's grin curved, slow and lazy.
"Oh, come on, Hina." He chuckled, shaking his head, "How could I ever forget you, hm?"
She tilted her head, lips tugging into a sly smile.
"Well… I hate to admit it, but I think I might've forgotten a little myself." Her bare feet carried her closer, step by step, eyes never straying from his.
"Think you could help me remember?"
The moment those words left her lips, it was like something flipped inside Naruto—a heat, a spark, a need.
Before she could even blink, his hands were on her, gripping her hips and yanking her roughly against him. The sudden force of it stole her breath, and her arms instinctively flew up around his neck for balance.
"N-Naruto-kun!"
"Mmm," Naruto groaned as he dipped his head to press kisses along her neck, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that, Hina."
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A Few Minutes Later
Soft lamplight spilled gently across the bedroom, brushing over rumpled sheets and tracing the subtle curve of Hinata's naked body as she sank deeper into the mattress.
The cotton cradled her like a sigh, warm and soft beneath her bare skin. Her robe had already been discarded, pooled somewhere at the edge of the mattress, forgotten. Now she lay sprawled across the bed, legs spread wide, resting on either side of Naruto's broad shoulders. Her ankles loose, and her thighs trembling. His hands were firm on her hips, fingers digging into the plush of her skin, keeping her nice and spread.
Her arms were stretched high, buried in the pillows above her head, fingers curling tight into the fabric as she tried—failed—to hold still.
But it was so hard.
"Ooh, k-k-kami~!"
Naruto chuckled low, the sound sinful against her inner thigh.
"Shhh… not too loud, baby," He warned, though the grin on his face said he didn't mind at all.
Not one bit.
Tonight, he didn't bother waiting.
He didn't tease.
Didn't talk.
Didn't waste time pretending this was going to be slow.
He just stripped her bare, pulled her closer with those manly hands of his, tugging her hips down the bed with an ease that spoke of desperation, not patience. The other hand spread her open, and he settled between her thighs like a man returning home.
And then, without a word, he leaned in and pressed a slow, reverent kiss to her core—like it was their first time all over again.
Hinata's breath caught.
His tongue dragged across her. Once.
Then again.
While staring deep into her eyes, he brought his head low, his back muscles rippling as he flattened his tongue along her fluttery velvety folds and slowly dragged it upward.
Just to get reacquainted
Just to get a taste of her juices.
But just as he did, his eyes suddenly snapped wide. His grip on her thighs tightened, and his breath suddenly hitched—rough and sharp against her heat. His next groan was low, feral, vibrating straight through her core like thunder rumbling just beneath her skin.
Hinata shivered, a tremor running straight through her.
She sensed it—before he even spoke.
The change. The hunger.
The spark of obsession catching fire behind his eyes.
"…Fuuuck." Naruto's voice cracked, hoarse and stunned, the word barely audible as it slipped from his mouth. His breath fanned hot over her folds, and he groaned again, deeper this time, almost confused.
Hinata barely had time to respond.
Because before she could speak—before her lips could even part—he was back between her thighs, diving in like a man utterly possessed.
Like the taste of her had latched onto something deep in him and refused to let go.
His tongue worked feverishly, licking up her slick with broad strokes, pressing flat against her velvety folds, circling her clit, then dragging slowly down to suckle at her entrance.
Only to repeat it all again.
And his hands—kami—his hands held her wide, refusing to let her shy away, thick fingers curling into her thighs.
He couldn't stop.
Wouldn't stop.
Naruto knew his wife's taste.
He knew the flavor of her arousal, the texture of her heat, and the sweetness that had lived on his tongue since their first night together. It was something carved into his memory—into his very body—something no time nor distance could ever erase.
But this?
This wasn't the same.
It still tasted like her in a way, still sweet and soft and warm—but something was different.
The flavor that burst across his tongue now was new.
Sharper.
Fruity.
Ripe.
Addictive in a way that made his pulse pound in his ears.
It was like her body had shifted into something even more intoxicating—something ripened, something dangerous.
It was like tasting peaches kissed by summer.
Like licking nectar straight from the source.
And for Naruto, oh, it was a high.
A craving he hadn't even known existed until now.
Something he could'’t possibly get enough of now that he had.
"Shit, you taste so fucking good, baby…" Naruto moaned, voice raw with disbelief as his mouth lifted for just a breath of air. His lips glistened, swollen from the way he'd been nestled deep against her heat.
He didn't pull back far.
Just enough to speak between slow, open-mouthed kisses down the delicate line of her beautifully flushed folds.
"What did you eat today, huh?" He rasped between shallow breaths. He dipped in again—another slow lick from her entrance to her clit—then pulled back again with a faint smack of his lips—like he was tasting wine, trying to decode its notes.
"Something's different…" He murmured, "You've never tasted like this before…"
His fingers crept forward, his index and middle fingers slipping between her thighs. He spread her open gently, reverently, parting her soft, velvety labia minora with a slow press, revealing the full beauty of her perfectly healed sex to his greedy eyes.
Hinata gasped, her hips jerking.
Her vaginal opening parted against his fingers, warm and glistening, revealing the delicate pulse of her entrance—that soft, rhythmic flutter that seemed to beckon him in. It breathed open for him, like it remembered him.
Like it ached for him.
Like it had gone too long without being filled—and now refused to wait any longer.
Naruto's blue eyes darkened, his breath catching again.
"Kami…" He whispered, "Look at you…"
The delicate pink of her inner walls gleamed, slick with arousal that spilled down the edges of her quivering entrance, coating her folds in a lush, glistening glaze—sweet, tangy, and utterly intoxicating, like some forbidden fruit freshly split open.
Even her scent had changed.
It was richer, riper, a heat that curled in the air and made his mouth water.
At the top, her clit peeked out from its soft hood, swollen and flushed, visibly pulsing in time with the shallow rise and fall of her breath.
And that was exactly where he went next.
"You've been eating fruit, haven't you?" Naruto asked, tone lazy and thick as he flicked his tongue right over the pulsing tip of her clitoris.
Hinata nodded frantically, her breathing sharp and uneven, her chest rising and falling with urgency. Her breasts bounced with each motion, full and sensitive, still heavy with milk.
"H-Hai…" She gasped, barely stable.
"Mangos? Peaches?" He murmured against her folds, his nose grazing the tender flesh. Leaning forward for just a moment, he pressed his damp lips to her navel, savoring the way her abdomen quivered beneath him.
"Come on, baby… be specific."
A breathless giggle tumbled from her lips, half-laugh, half-moan, as her fingers shot down and tangled in his wild blonde hair.
"Wh-What is this about?" She whimpered, squirming beneath him, "Why are you—mmmh—why are you asking me that?"
But her question never got a full answer.
Because in the next moment, he devoured her.
His head dipped again, his tongue flattening against her heat before curling in slow, reverent strokes over her slick, trembling folds, savoring every drop of her arousal. His lips closed around her again, sealing with a deep suck that sent a sharp, unfiltered cry tearing from her throat.
Her fingers tightened in his hair. Her body jerked.
But he didn't let her go.
Didn't let her move.
His hands kept her spread, fingers parting her labia, exposing every inch of her to his mouth.
Keeping her vulnerable beneath him.
"Because, baby…" Naruto groaned between slow, wet slurps, his voice thick with arousal. His tongue flicked one last time before he lifted his head again, murky blue eyes hazy with lust as they drifted back up to meet hers.
"You seriously taste like a damn fruit salad down here."
Hinata let out a breathless laugh, her cheeks blooming a deep pink. She gave his shoulder a playful shove, trying—and failing—to hide her smile at how effortlessly unserious her husband could be, even in moments like this.
"Oh my kami, Naruto-kun! Stop messing around!" Hinata squealed through a burst of laughter, her voice rising in flustered protest.
"No, seriously!" His grin widened, downright devious as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip like he was savoring her all over again, "You think I'm joking? I could name flavors, Hina—like, actual ingredients. You taste that good." He leaned closer again, his mouth brushing her inner thigh.
"There's mango… definitely peaches… maybe even a little kiwi if I go deeper."
Naruto turned his head slightly, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh. Hinata mewled softly, his lips warm against her trembling skin .
"Whatever you've been doing… whatever you switched up in that little diet of yours…" He let his teeth graze her gently and watched with satisfaction as her legs shuddered around his head, thighs twitching at the contact.
"I can taste it."
"N-Naruto-kun…" She gasped, breath hitching as her fingers tangled once more in his messy hair.
"You've seriously ruined me, babe," He murmured with a low chuckle, thick hands sliding back beneath her thighs to pull her closer.
"I don't think I'll ever eat an actual fruit again." He gave a casual shrug, glancing up at her through hooded blue eyes, "Why would I, when I have you?"
Hinata gasped in shock.
"D-Don't say that, y-you naughty boy—ah!" Her laughter turned to a gasp as his mouth lowered back to her heat, his tongue sliding out to make good on his claim.
"Eeek!" She squeaked, her stomach tightening, back arching as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her.
And the moment his lips met her womanhood again—she believed him.
His tongue was so warm, almost scalding against her lower lips, greedy and unrelenting as it plunged deep inside her entrance. He dug in like he was starving, tongue scooping up her slick in slow, heavy passes, each motion pulling more of her into his mouth as if her taste alone could keep him alive.
Her slickness barely had time to spill from her before he was there—tongue diving back in, catching it all, swallowing it down with a guttural groan like it was the sweetest damn thing he'd ever tasted.
And the wet, needy sounds filling the room—his moans, the slurps, her helpless gasps—only proved it: Naruto couldn't get enough. Truth was, it had been quite a while since he'd had her like this—since he'd tasted her this way, since he had the chance to worship her the way he always wanted to.
Not since before the baby.
Between late-night feedings, early mornings with Boruto, diaper changes, exhaustion, and the recovery process that kept Hinata's body too sore, too tender—there just hadn't been time.
But now?
Now Naruto was making up for every lost second with his mouth, his tongue, his hands—every part of him wholly devoted to her, here and now.
His lips sealed tight around her folds, and he gave her womanhood a few too many hard sucks—deep, dragging pulls, like he was trying to suck the juice from a ripe peach, trying to draw every last drop of her sweetness straight from the source.
It was overwhelming.
Her toes curled so tightly into the bedsheets that her calves trembled, her head tipping back into the pillows as a broken mewl tore its way up her throat.
"O-Oh kami!" Hinata squealed, voice sharp, unraveling, "I-I think I'm cumming—!"
"You think?" Naruto teased, his voice gritty, drenched in smug hunger, "Let me help you be sure, baby."
And then, without hesitation, he gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the softness of her inner thighs as he spread her open once more. His tongue pressed forward, slipping deep into her sloppy, beautiful entrance, stretching her with slow, firm strokes—in and out, in and out—until her whole body tensed, then began to quake.
He explored her, head bobbing, tongue working in heavy, wet thrusts, scooping and curling inside her like he was mapping every inch of her from the inside out. Her inner walls fluttered, clenching helplessly around the hot intrusion as he licked her from the inside, dragging needy, helpless sounds from her throat.
Hinata couldn't think.
Couldn't breathe.
Couldn't do anything except take it.
"Gughh—!" Hinata groaned, the sound ripping raw from deep within her chest as the spasms struck harder this time—sharper, more violent, making her body rise off the bed. Her hips jerked upward repeatedly, chasing the rhythm, moving faster, wilder, as if her body had a mind of its own.
Her thighs snapped tight around her husband's head, locking him in place as another surge built inside her—tight, rising, aching toward the edge.
She could feel it—that familiar swell building, fast and hot, tugging her higher with every greedy pull of his mouth.
That high.
That delicious, dizzying high.
She knew it.
Missed it.
Craved it.
It had been too long since her body had been allowed to climb like this. Since it had been wrung out, worshipped, and made to feel this good.
And now it was all crashing down on her at once.
That delicious, spiraling rush pulling her straight into the heat of it—into him.
"Eeek! Oh—hai! Hai!" Hinata squealed, her voice breaking as her lavender eyes fluttered back, rolling toward the ceiling.
"I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming—!"
Naruto growled against her, his lips slick and swollen, breath hot and ragged.
"That's it…" He rasped, his tongue still working her, "Sounds like you're sure now."
He didn't let up, not for a second.
"Cum hard for me. Let me have it, Hina." He groaned, his words slurred by her heat, "Let me taste all of it—that sweet fucking cum you've been holding back… I want it."
His fingers gripped her hips tighter, anchoring her, refusing to let her escape as her body jerked and quivered beneath him.
"I want every drop," He growled huskily, "I wanna drink it all down, want it all over me." His tongue plunged deeper, then curled up again with that devastating pressure against her walls—right where she pulsed the hardest.
"Just soak my fucking face. Drown me, baby."
And she did.
With a scream caught between ecstasy and disbelief, Hinata’s body snapped tight like a coiled spring—back arched high off the sheets, every muscle seizing tight as her orgasm crashed into her with violent force. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, clamping tighter around Naruto's head—but nothing could stop it.
Because the second it hit, it was like a plug had been pulled.
She came hard.
Hot, slick cum gushed from her, pouring out in thick, rhythmic pulses that soaked Naruto's face, his chest, and the sheets beneath them in a messy, uncontrollable flood.
She was gushing.
A result of all the clean eating, the daily water intake, and the weeks of built-up frustration of not cumming in what felt like forever. Her body let go like it had been begging for this moment—like it had held on too long and now couldn't stop.
"Gahh!! It's so much!" Hinata squealed, utterly shocked by the sheer volume of arousal spraying from between her thighs.
She had never cum like this before. Not even close.
Her pussy was drenched, slickness coating her trembling thighs, her whole body jolting each time another ripple of pleasure surged through her.
It was—if she was being honest—a little alarming.
Another shift she didn't fully understand. Another change in her postpartum body that felt unfamiliar, and just a little out of her control.
But Naruto, on the other hand, was in paradise.
"Oh fuuuck…" He groaned in bliss, mouth open and tongue out, eagerly catching everything he could as it spilled from her.
"That's it, baby. Just like that—let it all out.
He didn't move.
Didn't shy away.
He stayed right there, face buried between her trembling thighs, as her release splashed across his tongue, coated his lips, dripped down his jaw, and even slid in thick trails down his neck.
He didn't care.
He just kept going.
Lapping up every gush of her sweet nectar without a care in the world. Because Hinata's cum was all he wanted. And now that he had it, he was going to devour every last drop.
Just as he said he would.
Hinata's moans faded into muffled whimpers as she turned her head, burying her flushed face into the pillow, trying to hide the way her body writhed beneath him. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably, bumping against his head, but Naruto held her firm—locked in place, completely at his mercy.
"Shit, baby…" Naruto groaned thickly, licking his lips, "you're so fucking perfect. I knew you had it in you."
Hinata's entire body shuddered, wracked with aftershocks that refused to let her go. Each ripple forced another soft gush from her trembling core, her inner walls clenching and fluttering, surrendering the last of her release. She could feel it—the warmth of her juices steadily seeping out of her, soaking the sheets beneath her further.
Her body was giving out… slipping into a state of complete exhaustion.
But still, Naruto didn't let up.
His tongue made a few more slow, savoring passes, followed by a final round of deep, hungry sucks that sent jolts straight up her spine. And only once her thighs slackened, only when she could barely breathe, her limbs boneless and her skin fever-warm from the rush… did he finally stop.
With a final kiss to her soaked womanhood, he gently slipped his head from between his wife's trembling, limp thighs, his face wet, his hunger sated—for now.
And there, he left behind a completely boneless Hinata, lying sprawled deep in the sheets. Her were completely limbs numb, her body humming, her mind floating somewhere far from earth.
Her vision swam in and out of focus.
The room tilted and spun.
Her ears rang with the aftershocks of her release.
She didn't even notice when Naruto leaned over her, his fingers sliding into the end-table drawer and pulling out a very familiar, gold-wrapped condom. Didn't notice the way his eyes lingered on her as he tore the foil open with his teeth or the soft hiss he gave when he rolled it down over his hardened length.
She missed all of it.
Only when she felt the press of his weight over her again—the heat of his bare chest, the solid warmth of his body covering hers—did she come back to reality.
Her arms moved almost on instinct, sliding up around his neck, fingers threading through the damp strands of his blonde hair, curling tight as if afraid he might disappear. She buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, nuzzling in with a soft, shaky breath—still dazed, still floating, but awake just enough to feel him.
Feel him enter her… again.
A slow push—deep and steady.
Her breath hitched against his skin upon the sudden fullness of him after all this time, her thighs twitching sporadically.
Then came another thrust.
Harder.
More sure.
Hinata let out a soft whimper into his neck as her body responded without thought—her legs curling up around his rock-hard hips, locking him in with instinctual desperation. Her thighs squeezed against his sides, drawing him closer, deeper, like her body couldn't bear even an inch of distance between them.
She heard him groan.
"You okay, Hina? This p-pace alright for you?" Naruto murmured against her ear, fighting to restrain himself. His hips rolled forward again, deeper, needier—like he couldn't bear the thought of not reaching every inch of her.
"I'm trying to be gentle, I swear, but you feel so damn good, it's hard to hold back." He peppered kisses down her neck, his breath fanning against her pulse, "Just tell me if it's too much, baby. I don't want to hurt you."
"Nnngh—no," She whimpered against his whiskered cheek, her voice trembling like the rest of her. She felt his weight settle, his hips pressing in as he exhaled deeply, relieved.
"You're perfect, my love… so perfect inside me."
Her back lifted from the mattress with every deep thrust, his condom-covered shaft working her fluttering, eager pussy with complete devotion. Her body clung to his, hips lifting instinctively to meet his rhythm—desperate to keep him close, to feel every inch of him.
"Don't st-stop, please." Hinata moaned deep from her chest, her head tipping back toward the ceiling, eyes fluttering shut.
"I won't, baby. I won't." A husky groan slipped past Naruto's lips, his chiseled frame melting into her soft curves as he ground into her with steady, controlled thrusts. The bed squealed beneath them, her womanhood leaking more of her slick with every deep pull of his manhood—each stroke stretching her wider, filling her fuller, determined to claim every part of her that had longed for his return, unable to stand another second apart.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled their once quiet room, soft and slick, blending with her breathy moans and the low, desperate grunts rumbling from his throat. The heat between them pulsed, climbing higher with every thrust, every collision that rocked them to their cores.
That delicious, maddening ache—the kind only they could give each other.
It had been months since they'd been like this—since Hinata had fully healed from childbirth, since she'd been able to take him inside again. And now, joined together at last after all this time, it was utterly euphoric.
Pure heaven on earth.
"Fuck, Hina…" Naruto murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle her cheek, "being inside you again… I missed this so much."
"H-Hai." Hinata whimpered softly beneath him, her arms trembling as they clung to his back, "I missed this. Missed you, too…"
They moaned together—connected again in every sense of the word. His hands gripped her hips as he shifted just right and curled his member inside her, hitting her throbbing g-spot. She gasped sharply, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him in even closer.
He thrust again—deeper, a little harder this time—and they both gasped in unison, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming them both.
Naruto paused, just for a second, pressing his forehead to hers.
"Don't worry, baby," He panted against her lips, breath hot and uneven, "I'm being careful. I made sure I'm protected—promise."
A playful smile tugged at his mouth, even with sweat beading along his brow and his muscles coiled tight with strain.
"Pretty sure the last thing we need is this cock knocking you up again," He huffed with a low, breathless chuckle, brushing a kiss against her cheek just before driving back into her with a groan.
Hinata gasped out a breathless laugh, her fingers curling instinctively around the sculpted arch of his shoulders—too overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding her system to form a single coherent word.
But even so, his words… stuck.
Not just the joke—but the truth behind it.
For a fleeting moment between his thrusts, Hinata found herself thinking. Not just about how careful he was being… but about everything they had built together.
Everything they had been through.
Everything they were still figuring out.
How they were still growing into this new version of themselves—as mom and dad, as husband and wife, as two people still finding their way back to each other. And somehow, even buried inside her—sweaty, breathless, cocky as ever—Naruto still found a way to ground her.
To remind her they were in this together.
"H-Hai… no more little ones," Hinata finally whispered, her hand sliding up the nape of his neck, fingers weaving deep into his damp hair.
"Yeah…" Naruto murmured back as he leaned in, burying himself deeper into the curve of her neck. He pressed slow, lingering kisses along her skin, before turning his head slightly to trail a few more down the length of her raised arm.
"No more little ones."
There was a pause before he spoke again, his voice softer now—like a secret falling from his lips before he could stop it.
"Not yet, anyway."
She heard it. Clear as day.
That hidden longing behind his words—the soft, silent plea. For more.
More little feet in their hallway.
More of the beautiful life they were still piecing together.
More of her.
And a part of her understood—truly understood—that ache he carried so quietly beneath the surface.
But… not now.
Not yet.
Not with Boruto still so little. Not when her body was only just beginning to feel familiar again—just starting to feel like hers.
And yet…
Kami, the way he moved inside her. The way he filled her so completely, so deeply, so passionately, it was starting to unravel her resolve. He was shifting her thoughts, little by little.
Making it harder to remember why waiting mattered at all.
The bed groaned a little louder beneath them as Naruto began to move faster—no longer slow and savoring, but deep and insistent. Not to hurt her—never that—but to push her, to drive her forward, to chase her trembling body straight into another climax.
Each thrust he gave her was stronger than the last, his grip firm on her waist as he pounded into her just right, hitting all the places he knew made her lose her breath, made her moans climb high.
The mattress gave beneath them, creaking louder now, concerningly loud, threatening to echo straight into the nursery room just down the hall.
But Naruto didn't stop—not now.
He was far too deep in it.
Too lost in her, in the moment, to even think about stopping.
His hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her down to meet every sharp pump he gave her, his condom-covered member sliding through her slick walls with so much pressure it felt like he was carving pleasure straight into her spine.
"N-Naruto-kun—!" Hinata gasped sharply, "I'm—oh kami! I'm gonna cum again!"
"Me too, baby," Naruto groaned gutturally, "Fuck, cum with me, baby. I wanna feel you when you do."
Her body broke first.
Hinata cried out, her walls tightening hard around him as her second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her juices spilling from her entrance in pulsing ripples that made her thighs tremble and her toes curl. Her walls clenched down tight around him, milking his shaft with every wave, each flutter coaxing more from him.
Naruto wasn't far behind.
With a low, guttural growl, he rushed forward, his mouth crashing into hers—a messy, panting kiss, all tongue and gasps, swallowing her cries as his hips gave one final, deep thrust. He buried himself inside her completely, his member throbbing hard as the climax slammed into him.
Hinata shook.
"Gahh!!" N-N-Naruto-kun!" She called her husband breathlessly, lovingly.
Naruto groaned into her mouth, his body jerking against hers as he came too—hard and fast, the condom barely containing the force of his sperm. His whole body locked up, every muscle drawn taut beneath sun-kissed skin, beneath the soft embrace of his wife, his veins rising like rivers as he completely came apart.
"Hinata-chan. Hina, fuuuck." He groaned his wife's name frantically, huskily.
Hinata held him through it, arms wrapped tight around him. She leaned forward to kiss him, lips meeting his again and again, giving him everything—her breath, her lips, her warmth, anything to anchor him through the intensity of his orgasm.
And then—it ended.
Both of them collapsed, spent and breathless, their bodies going slack in the sheets.
But the moment her legs began to ease open around his waist—still quivering, still weak from the rush—and his hips slowed, rolling in slow, shaky aftershocks…
A wail pierced the air.
The distinct, sharp cry of their son—Boruto.
From the nursery.
Just down the hall.
Naruto stilled.
Hinata's eyes widened.
And on cue, they let out an exhale together—one long, drawn-out sigh, their breaths tangled, panting in sync like two halves of the same whole.
"Shit… were we too loud?" Naruto breathed out between heaving gulps of air, completely dazed.
Hinata let out a soft, tired laugh, her fingers gently combing through his sweat-soaked hair, pressing a kiss to his temple.
"No, my love…" She murmured affectionately, "That's just Boruto wanting a little of our attention too."
Naruto simply groaned.
He laid his head down on her heaving chest, his arms wrapping loosely around her waist, grounding himself in her warmth, in the way she automatically cradled him, her fingers combing through his hair in slow, soothing strokes.
Naruto felt a little guilty that he wanted to stay like this forever.
Right here.
With his wife's heartbeat thudding in his ear.
With her arms loosely cradled around his head, her fingers playing gently in his hair.
Her body soft and spent beneath him.
He let out a deep, reluctant sigh, shoulders rising as he finally pulled himself together.
Stepping up to the plate.
"Alright, I'll go get our boy," He murmured after a quiet moment, pressing a kiss to the delicate spot between her breasts—right over her heart.
But Hinata's hold only tightened—soft, gentle, but firm.
"No..." She whispered gently. "Let's go get him. Together."
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Notes:
A.N.
And there we have it, the final one-shot of the summer! ✨☀️✨
I thought it would be nice to wrap things up on a refreshing note, something to leave that lasting summer vibe before we officially roll into fall. I realized I've never actually done a truly "summer-oriented" one-shot before. I've written for fall and winter (and I'm definitely planning to do more “season-oriented” pieces in the future), but I wanted to give summer some love too.
With it being the start of August, it felt like the perfect time!
And hey… this also happens to be the 50th chapter in this smut collection, which is pretty damn cool if you ask me. 😏🔥(just like promised!)
Also, as I mentioned before, this will be my last update for now. I'll be back later with more, but in the meantime, feel free to share ideas you'd like to see, flood my comments, and keep showing your love for NaruHina. That's honestly the best motivation a writer could ask for, and I know you all will anyway, haha. I can always count on you.
I hope you enjoyed this one-shot along with all the others I've shared this summer.
Wishing you all the best!
See you next time! 💛
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