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“are you gonna have a great day today?” through heavy breathing and thigh squeezing, and a smile that can only be described as victorious, naruto asks his wife in midst of their throes of ecstasy - the latter, of which, could only whimper and nod in response as she clings to him and the pillow by her head as the bed whines in protest from naruto's growing enthusiasm.
“naruto-kun,” hinata moans his name thickly, eyes rolling as her walls stretch even wider with every delicious give and thrust, taking him deeper. they have only just begun.
above her, naruto is determined to pound all her worries out of her until her cute brain becomes a puddle of happy mush. after hearing her open up to him about the long day she has ahead of her the night before, he went to sleep with a rather…fun idea for them in the morning.
“c'mon, pretty ‘nata. say it.”
“I'm gonna have a great day today!”
“that's my girl.”
and he grins wider, knowing how much she loves it when he calls her his; when he verbalizes their love.
“yes. yes,” hinata cries.
“careful, hime. you tryin' to wake the kids?" he teases. bein' a little shit.
“na…na…” hinata covers her mouth. then, her eyes widen when the bed creaks again. he started this!
“but, the bed!” she mouths, coming to her elbows. “maybe we should —”
naruto shushes her, leaning down to support the back of her neck. “don't you worry about that…you just lie back and let me make you feel good, alright?”
he kisses her, hot and lewd, and leaves her speechless. the steady drag of his cock and rut of his hips draws out desperate moans from his wife, creating the delicious friction he knows she likes. down the hall, a five year old boruto and three year old himawari remain sound asleep.
naruto tangles his fingers in hinata's hair and groans when she seeks out his tongue. the gentle press of his weight coaxes her back down to the mattress, and when her eyes open, he is met with a lidded sultriness that was also bordering obedience.
naruto sits back on his knees. “let’s get this off you, yeah?” he murmurs, pushing her nightgown further up her soft stomach. if they had the house to themselves, he definitely would have used it as leverage when he wanted to get rougher.
ah, but she’s so pretty like this, he thinks. soft and lilac, matching her eyes perfectly. form fitting around her breasts, loose and flowy from the waist down.
his wife tugs at the drawstring between her breasts, eyeing him coyly. “I thought you liked this one...”
naruto curses, “fuck. I mean, you’re right…puttin’ it like that…”
lifting her legs.
“naughty little thing…”
hinata cups her own tits, gathering as much of her large mounds as she could, her arms naturally supporting what she couldn’t. naruto slides back into her pussy with a groan.
“I’ll take care of the kids,” he whispers his promise, while the raunchy thrust of his hips and the bunched up grip he now has on her dress knock her eyes back.
“you have to train -” hinata gasps, rolling her palms over her nipples before bringing one to her mouth. pop. “oh, kami, harder…”
“nope. that’s tuesday,” naruto reminds her, while happily adhering to her request. his face is almost smug. oh who are we kiddin', he's smug. “like this?”
“mmm — oh, mhm. mhmm.”
“you’re so goddamn sexy…”
“naruto-kun…” hinata whimpers. her body has changed significantly through her two pregnancies, and yet naruto made her feel desired at every stage. no matter how much she weighed, the baggier clothes she began to return to for a while, her hesitancy to be naked around him (which is long gone after himawari and boruto turned two and four).
“I’m here. I’m right here. not goin’ anywhere…”
“you promise?”
naruto flips her over.
“I promise.”
flips her dress back over her ass.
“so fuckin’ beautiful. goddamn, look at you. I can't believe you're all mine.”
a firm grab nearly akin to a muted slap. firm and controlled, and met with hinata’s enthusiasm. “yes! I'm all yours.” they share a lewd kiss over her shoulder.
“cum inside me,” she begs against his lips as he cups her throat. “please,” she gasps out.
“please...? huh. this is how we got ‘em in the first place, ya know?” he chuckles against her ear. “but if that’s what m’lady wants…”
hinata giggles throatily.
“like that's stopped you before.”
oh-kay, they're flirting now.
“you can grip me tighter,” she adds artfully.
naruto increases the pressure around her throat. and again, it's not too much. he could never hurt her. “this what you want?”
“yes, that's it.”
“like this?” her eyes flutter. “oh, no, no, no. eyes open. keep looking.”
“mhmm.” she obeys immediately, beside herself. she can't resist.
when she's rinsing off in their shower, she should have known her husband was far from done with her. after becoming parents, their alone time always brought on a sense of urgency and desperation. never knowing when they'll be able to take care of each other…properly.
naruto is holding the shower head, letting the warm stream run over her folds while hinata touches herself. he changes the setting with a sneaky flick of his finger. water sprays lightly over her clit and her body goes rigid until she shakes.
after, naruto wraps her up in a towel and dries her off. he can't stop touching her, can't help but be close to her. even when she turns to face the sink, he dips to kiss the top of her spine. her shoulders. arms caging around her when she giggles, “naruto.”
“feelin’ good?” he grins against her ear.
“very,” she breathes happily.
one of his hand dips.
“wanna feel even better?”
passing her belly, getting dangerously close to her —
“naruto-kun!”
he stops.
“what's wrong?”
“I-I can't do this again!” yes, she can. “seriously…”
“why not? I thought you liked it when I -”
“on a day off! yes. I…!” she shimmies out of his arms to face him, shooting a pointed look. “darling…I have to cook. and walk.”
naruto blinks at her.
“but I'm hard,” he mutters pitifully.
his need stands at attention again, bumping against her belly.
hinata stares at it. weighs her options while chewing her bottom lip.
naruto had been putting her needs first since he woke her up this morning that she hadn't even had the chance to think. (other than the one he had in their bed…per personal request.)
hinata doesn't know if she has a seventh one in her — yes. you read that right.
but naruto can go for hours.
“I guess we should take care of that, shouldn't we…?” hinata murmurs, reaching between them, stroking him languidly, from base to tip. he groans when her thumb swipes over the precum that oozes. “you've been so good to me, naruto-kun…it's only fair that I take care of you, too." cupping his balls with her other hand, massaging each one until he's left panting. "however you want it. I'll do whatever you ask of me.”
“hinata,” naruto whines, rutting into her hand. “don't tell me that. I —”
“what would you like? my mouth…?” leaning up, brushing her lips over his. “or my…?”
he squeezes her ass. encouraging. empowering her. “say it.”
“my pussy…” his wife whispers with confidence.
naruto grins into her hair.
“atta girl…”
lifts her up on the sink.
hinata loops her arms around his neck.
“can ya take one more round…?” he murmurs, kneading her inner thighs with his thumbs. inching closer. breathing her in. they may have an hour at most. still plenty of time.
hinata's head follows the motion of his, cheeks touching. noses brushing. chin tilting. she cups his face. “I'm okay,” she reassures him. “I'll be a little sore, but…I can keep going.”
“ya sure…? —” smoothly cut off by her kiss, his hands instinctively curving around her ass. he hasn't been too rough with her, but the controlled power behind his thrusts will leave her walking funny. “little sore?” he murmurs, tapping the head of his cock over her clit. “little sensitive…?”
hinata whines and nods her head. “y-yes, but…can we —?”
“I'll be gentle, honey. I promise.” the kiss he presses to the corner of her mouth is soft and chaste. her towel falls away. “fuck, you're hot…”
he slips inside of her easily.
“hot mama.” he grins.
she giggles, “stop.”
“still don't believe me, hm?” he chuckles between languid thrusts. hinata snakes a hand through his hair, rocking her hips to meet him, another giggle on her lips.
and then it slips.
“I believe you, daddy.”
naruto stutters.
“wh-wh-”
his hips stall. she freezes.
“what did you call me?”
his fuckin’ brain malfunctions.
“I - do you not l-like it?”
and so does his wife.
he can just see the panic etching itself across her angelic features.
“n-no!” and now she's got him stammering. blushing. aroused. confused. and also aroused. “I just - wasn't expectin’ that one…is all…”
“I'm sorry! it felt so odd to say.”
“no, no, no, no -”
“would you prefer hokage-sama?”
he almost chokes on his spit.
see, naruto is not hokage…not yet. one day his dream will truly be realized, and that day becomes closer in his reach every day.
but to hear his wife utter the suggestion with such an intimate fondness…knowing how much that title means to him, next to being her husband. her being his wife.
“not…until I get the title, ‘nata-chan,” he wheezes out with a nervous laugh, completely wrecked.
he ain't gonna last much longer at this rate.
“okay,” she tells him with a little smile, looping her arms around his neck. they start up again, rocking together. moaning and gasping and grabbing. needing each other.
“now about that other one…”
he is a father after all.
hinata bites back another giggle. she'll have to thank ino for that friendly suggestion.
“father” feels too formal. “papa” is what the kids call him. it was himawari's first word, and naruto may or may not have shed a tear that day.
but daddy?
hinata never understood the appeal.
but now she's starting to get it.
the word leaves her mouth feeling tingly, like it's a word she shouldn't say around certain people. innocent enough around their children, for the obvious reason…naruto is, in fact, their daddy.
…but he can be her daddy, too. right?
hinata clings to naruto when he lifts her up from the sink, pivoting their lovemaking to the wall instead. over his shoulder, hinata stares directly at their steamy reflections through the mirror, their raunchy movements bringing the words out of her mouth and right in his ear. watches as he holds her up with finesse, how his ass grows taut with every thrust. “harder, daddy.”
naruto groans, supporting her legs higher. “can you take it, hime?” he pants hotly, now rutting with more force. "huh?"
“yes. oh, yes, please.” hinata's voice breaks from it. nails down his back. eyes on them. she watches her own rosy lips part, her pink tongue lapping at his hot skin.
naruto groans and leans back, slamming her down on all nine inches without breaking his rhythm. hinata's mouth drops into a silent scream. he's deep. her naruto-kun is so deep. she should've known that he'd —
“are you lookin’ at yourself, hime? watchin’ me fuck this pussy, huh?”
“yes,” hinata moans, head falling back against the wall.
“yeah, that's right. seein’ how pretty you are when you take it. so fuckin’ good, hime. I'm so proud of you, ya know? workin’ so fuckin’ hard…” his praises are as genuine as they are dripping with sex and want. "you deserve everything."
"na..."
"say you do, 'nata." a reminder, leaving her no room to argue. only to echo the affirmation. "c'mon..."
“I do,” she whines.
“that's right. hear how wet you are?”
“yes.” god.
“fuuck, I could do this all day." that makes the two of them. "fuckin' this pretty pussy 'til you can't walk. then maybe you'll allow yourself to take a fuckin' break,” he adds with a breathless chuckle that makes her head spin. "yeah...yeah, that sounds nice. doesn't that sound nice?"
hinata, half delirious, “should we drop the kids off, then..?”
he stops mid-rut.
should she be scared at the way he was smiling at her right now?
surely, hinata wasn't...
mirroring that exact same smile.
“now you're talkin’.”
she feels him walk. she catches the last glance of her giddy reflection as they pass. she almost doesn't even recognize herself.
oh, she's in trouble.
“I wanna look at you,” naruto shudders, “when I finish.”
“naruto-kun,” hinata whispers faintly, breasts bouncing with every rut of her husband. the sun is beginning to rise. her legs are over his shoulders. he grips her waist like a vice. they don't have much longer.
“spread it, there ya go.”
anything for him.
he leans forward, hand flat on her belly as he fucks her passionately into their mattress. her slender legs drape over his hips, locking him in. his cock slides deeper this way. "feel me..."
there's no way she couldn't. “we must hurry,” hinata pants, raking her nails down his abs. his firm muscle braces under her touch.
“I know. ‘m almost there. almost there...” through gritted teeth, jaw clenched.
“cum for me,” hinata begs. “please, daddy…”
naruto growls, “again.”
“oh, daddy…”
yep. she'll be using that one again.
through gritted teeth, breathing heavy,
“that's it…cum for your hokage.”
“oh, hokage-sama,” hinata whines. the friction is too good for her not to. the authoritative tone definitely suits him. “hokage-samaaa!”
that does it.
“fuck. fuck, I feel it,” naruto croons. “you ready?” he pants.
“yes. fill me up. I want it. I want it —”
“take it. take all of me, ‘nata. that's it, fuck —”
strangled, hoarse, and turned on beyond belief, naruto explodes. his ears ring. his skin, hot. hinata milks him for everything he's worth, and his hips rut hard and deep as he fills her walls with his own release. hinata's legs are limp and useless, and drop lower around his waist as he dips to swallow her moans. he whimpers into her neck after, sinking between her thighs as she clings to him while catching her breath.
her soft lips brush against his whiskered cheek, fingers deftly carding through his hair. he turns his face to catch her lips.
“how do ya feel?” he asks her, but he probably knows the answer. she's already smiling. “yeah?” he chuckles when she nods.
“I really needed that.”
“I know.” bracing a hand over her hip, he draws his hips back. slowly. “guess we should wash the sheets, huh?”
“I'll —”
“nope. uh-uh. I got it. lemme clean ya up. wait here.”
he leaves her lightheaded and fuzzy, stealing one more kiss before he is out of the bed, and fetching a towel.
by the time he returns, hinata had, albeit a little wobbly, gotten herself out of bed, too high off endorphins to wait. she feels loved. fulfilled. desired.
their eyes meet again.
he slowly shakes his head.
"kami...look. at. you."
padding over, reaching her in two long strides. he kisses her once, nibbling playfully on her bottom lip before he sinks to his knees.
he goes to swipe down her slit.
only to discover she was still…
“hmm.”
hinata chews on her bottom lip.
“what is it?”
she knows that look.
naruto was still hungry.
“ya know I gotta be thorough…” he explains, leaning closer to her dewy slit.
as if he needs to justify eating her pussy.
“y-yes, please,” hinata breathes.
it's a mix of…them. sugar and salt.
the first flick of the tongue is wide and drags from the bottom up, making her knees buckle. her instinct is to lean into the feeling, to grab him by the root and pull him closer as she thrusts into his face, following the pace of his tongue. the towel naruto had grabbed lies forgotten by his knee. his hands span over her thighs before they reach back to grab ahold of her hips; to squeeze her ass appreciatively when she moans and pulls him close like that.
he doesn't forget her thighs. he likes to save them for last.
she fights back a giggle when he goes a little too far on her inner left.
he chuckles.
alright. sexy time over.
“sorry. forgot you were ticklish.”
hinata blinks at him.
“and we're married?”
when he stands up to his full height (hinata is three apples tall), he leans down to peck her lips with a victorious grin of his own.
“hell yeah, we are.”