The futon was a mess of tangled sheets. The morning sun filtered through the window, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the quiet air.
Naruto was propped up on one elbow, watching the woman curled up beside him. Hanabi was fast asleep, breathing peacefully, her long dark hair splayed across the pillow.
He smiled.
Remembering that whole mess...
He raised his hand.
And to think she used to be so terrifying.
The smile turned mischievous.
SLAP!
The sound was sharp and resounding in the silent room.
"Ngh! AH!"
Hanabi woke with a jolt, a high pitched yelp that was half pain, half surprise. She rolled onto her stomach, eyes wide and blinking to focus, as she rubbed her backside.
A handprint, red and perfect, was already blooming on her pale skin.
"Naruto-dummy!" she hissed, her voice hoarse from sleep, but pouting. "You have to warn me! That hurt!"
She paused, wiggling her hip slightly. "...Well. It hurt good. But why?"
Naruto laughed, a low, relaxed sound. "Sorry, sorry. It's just... I remembered."
Hanabi looked at him, her anger fading, replaced by curiosity. She scooted closer to him, crawling across the futon, not caring that the sheet fell away, baring her breasts.
She leaned against his arm, her naked breasts brushing his shoulder. Her smile turned seductive.
"Remembered what, Naruto?" Her voice was a low purr. "When you tied me to the headboard and used me as your personal pillow?"
"No," he said, grinning at the memory. "Worse."
"Worse?"
"I remembered the first time you came to my apartment. Right after Hinata moved in."
Hanabi's smile faded a little. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks. "Oh. ...That."
"Yeah, 'that'." Naruto changed his voice, adopting a cold, arrogant tone that perfectly mimicked the teenage Hanabi he had known.
"'Rule number one: You don't touch her.'"
Hanabi's face crumpled. "I did not sound like that..."
"'Rule number two: She sleeps in the bed. You sleep on the floor. Always.'"
"Hey, that was a good rule!"
"'Rule number three'," he continued, his voice dropping to a hiss. "'My father won't have to execute you. Because I'll do it. And I don't need the Hokage's permission.'"
Naruto returned to his normal voice. "You sounded terrifying. Honestly, you scared me more than your father did."
"Me?"
"He just wanted to kill me. It felt... political. You..." Naruto tapped her on the nose. "You seemed to enjoy the idea."
Hanabi's blush deepened. She looked away, embarrassed.
"I didn't sound that horrible..."
"You sounded worse. You called me a 'dumbiot'."
"Well, that part's true! You're still a 'dumbiot'!"
"Hey!"
She laughed, and the tension broke. She moved, lithely, straddling his waist. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest, her hair falling like a dark curtain around their faces.
Her sleeping yukata was open, and her bare breasts swayed gently, brushing his skin.
"Okay, okay," she admitted. She kissed him softly on the forehead. It was a tender gesture that contrasted with her dominant pose.
"I'm sorry."
Her voice was low. Sincere.
Naruto blinked, surprised by the tone. "Huh?"
"Really," she said, looking him in the eyes. Her pale eyes, identical to Hinata's, yet so different, were filled with genuine emotion. "I was an arrogant idiot."
"Well... yeah. A little."
"I was... furious. And I was scared for my sister. I thought you... well, it doesn't matter what I thought. I was horrible to you."
"Yeah, you were."
"And I misjudged you," she whispered. "Totally."
She lowered her head and kissed him. Softly at first, then deeper. He kissed her back, sliding his hands up her back, feeling the smooth, warm skin.
She broke the kiss, but stayed inches from his lips.
"Do you forgive me?"
Naruto looked at her. He saw the arrogant Hanabi he had known, and the incredible woman she had become. He saw the Hyuga heiress, and the girl who loved to laugh at the rules.
A slow smile spread across his face.
"Hmm... 'an arrogant idiot', you say. That's serious."
"Serious?"
"A high crime in Konoha," he said, his voice grave. "I think... I'll have to punish you."
Hanabi's smile returned, this time playful and full of anticipation. She ground her hips slowly against him, a soft friction that made him tense.
"Oh yeah?" she whispered against his lips. "And how does the 'great husband' plan to punish me this time?"
Naruto looked at her. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips, and then lower.
"Like this."
His hands moved from her back to her chest.
She let out a small gasp as his hands cupped her breasts. They were firm and round, with pale pink nipples that were already hardening from his attention.
"Ah... Naruto!"
"I'll start with these," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble against her collarbone. "They were always a distraction. Even when you hated me."
"I d-didn't... hate you..."
"Yes, you did."
"Well... a little."
He laughed and lowered his head. He kissed the curve of her right breast. She shivered, arching her back.
"Ngh...!"
"Always so sensitive here," he said, his warm breath grazing her.
He ran his tongue over her nipple.
Hanabi cried out. It was a sharp, choked sound. "AH! Naruto! Wait... th-that...!"
"What?" he murmured, moving to the other, giving it the same attention. "Too gentle?"
His lips brushed her left nipple, which was taut, begging.
"Prefer it if I bite?" His voice was a vibration against her skin. "Like that first time I woke up with you."
"Y-yes!" she panted. Her hands, which had been resting on his chest, now gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly. "A... a little... ah... yes...!"
Naruto obliged.
His lips closed over her right nipple, pulling gently. Then, his teeth grazed it. A playful nibble that made her gasp.
"Ah! Yes! Like that!"
He chuckled, a muffled sound against her skin, and moved to the left, repeating the punishment. He sucked hard, making her squirm on top of him.
"Naruto... stop... no, don't stop...!"
"Make up your mind, heiress."
"Y-you're... so good... at this..." she panted, her head thrown back, her neck exposed.
"I have good motivation," he said.
While his mouth stayed busy with her chest, his right hand slid down.
It moved over her flat stomach, feeling her muscles contract.
His hand slipped under the edge of the yukata she still wore loosely tied at her waist.
His fingers brushed the heat between her legs.
Hanabi froze for a second.
And then she melted.
"AH! Naruto!"
It was a sharp, unfiltered moan, an explosion of pleasure that filled the room.
Naruto smiled against her chest. "Found you."
His fingers moved, rubbing gently through the thin fabric of her underwear. She was already wet. Very wet.
"And you're always so... ready for me."
"I-it's... your fault..." she panted, grinding her hips, pressing herself against his hand. "Always... you always make me... Ngh!"
He applied a little more pressure, his fingers finding the exact spot.
She cried out again. "AH! YES! NARUTO! K-keep... don't stop... please...!"
"Please what?" he murmured, his mouth moving back to her neck, licking a path to her ear.
"Don't... don't torture me...!"
"I thought this was a punishment," he whispered in her ear, before nibbling her earlobe.
"AH! Enough... punishment! I want... I want...!" She squirmed, frustrated.
Naruto laughed. "Ask nicely. Where's the 'Hyuga Heiress' now?"
"Sh-she's gone!" she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "You chased her away! I'm just... I'm...!"
She ground her hips again, a desperate movement.
"Please... baby... d-don't torture me...!"
"Okay, okay. So impatient."
Naruto obeyed. His fingers increased their pace, rubbing and pressing. She opened her legs wider, giving him better access, her knees squeezing his sides.
Her moans became quicker. Small and sharp.
"Ngh... ngh... ngh...!"
Naruto pulled away from her chest and slid down her body.
"Wait," he said.
"Wh-what? No! Don't stop!" her voice was a whine.
"I'm not stopping."
Naruto settled her on the bed and knelt between her open legs. "I'm just... changing the angle."
He undid the knot of her yukata. The fabric fell open, revealing her completely.
"Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. "You're always... perfect."
She blushed, a deep red from her chest to her ears, but she didn't try to cover herself.
"N-Naruto..."
He looked at her. He watched her.
"So... clean."
His voice was almost a whisper.
"Not a single hair. Just... these perfect pink folds."
She trembled under his gaze.
"And... wow..." He leaned in, his hot breath brushing against her. "You're already so wet for me, Hanabi."
Droplets of her wetness glistened in the morning light.
Hanabi covered her face with both hands, but opened her legs a little wider.
"I-it's... for you..." her voice was muffled by her hands. "Only for you..."
He leaned in even closer. "You smell delicious."
"A-are you... are you going to...?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Naruto looked at her, smiling. "I'm hungry. So hungry. But..."
He paused.
"What's in it for me after? This is a punishment, remember? It has to be... fair."
Hanabi peeked at him through her fingers. She saw the playful look in his eyes.
She let out a nervous, lustful giggle.
In a burst of sudden boldness, she propped herself up on one elbow. With her free hand, she grabbed the waistband of his boxers.
"Y-you want... this?"
And she pulled.
With one quick motion, she yanked his boxers down, freeing him.
Naruto tensed, his breath catching.
Hanabi's eyes went wide. "Oh...!"
She always reacted like that. Like it was the first time she'd seen it.
"Do... do you like it?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.
"I-it's... so... big," she whispered, mesmerized.
"All yours," he said. "But first..."
"I know! I know!" she said, falling back onto the pillow. "A deal!"
She covered her face again. "M-make me feel good... Naruto! Make me... scream! Loud!"
Her voice became an excited whisper.
"And I... I swear I'll... use my mouth... on that... until you beg me to stop! Is... is it a deal?"
Naruto laughed. "Best deal of my life."
He didn't wait any longer.
He lowered his head and his tongue touched her.
Hanabi's scream was instant and sharp. "AHHH! YES! NARUTO!"
Her hips lifted off the futon, slamming against his mouth.
"Oh, kami! Oh, kami, yes!"
He grunted, a sound of approval, and settled in. His hands slid under her ass, lifting her slightly, holding her as he worked.
He licked her. Slow at first, a long stroke from bottom to top, tasting her.
"Ngh! Y-yes...!"
Then, faster. His tongue moved skillfully, focusing on the exact spot that made her tremble.
"THERE! THERE! NARUTO! RIGHT THERE!"
"You like it like that?" he asked, his voice muffled against her wet skin.
"Y-YES! SO MUCH! DON'T STOP!"
"Wasn't planning on it."
"Want me to use my fingers, too?"
"Y-YES! Do everything!" Her voice was vulgar, uncontrolled, exactly how he liked it. "D-don't... don't stop... please...!"
He slid two fingers inside her. She was incredibly wet and tight.
Hanabi cried out again, a strangled sound. "AHHH! IT'S... IT'S INSIDE!"
"Like it?"
"I... I LOVE IT! MORE!"
He began to move his fingers, in and out, while his tongue continued its relentless work.
She was lost.
She writhed under him, bucking her hips against his mouth, against his hand, not caring about her heiress image, not caring about anything but the feeling.
"AHH! YES! YES! YES!"
Her moans turned into sharp cries.
"NARUTO! I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA...!"
"Hold on!" he murmured.
"I... I CAN'T...!"
"Hold on just a little longer!"
"I'M GONNA... AHHHH...!"
He increased the pace. Fingers and tongue, a merciless assault.
"NARUTO!"
The scream tore from her throat. Her body arched violently. Her legs trembled.
"AH... AH... AHHHH...!"
She collapsed, panting, shaking.
Naruto pulled back, grinning. His chin was wet.
Hanabi looked at him, eyes unfocused, her chest heaving. "You... you... idiot..."
"Idiot?"
"You... you made me... come... without... you..." she panted.
"I was just warming up."
"W-warming up...!"
Naruto moved up. "Ready for round two?"
"N-no...!" she said, but her hands were already grabbing for him, pulling him toward her. "Wait... my... my promise..."
"What promise?"
"My... my mouth..."
Naruto laughed. "That can wait. I have... other plans."
He positioned himself between her legs.
"But..."
"Not yet," he said, his voice low.
"N-Naruto!" she whined, frustrated. "Don't... don't be cruel! I promised!"
"I know. But I want to be inside you. Now."
Hanabi looked at him. Desperation and need filled her eyes.
"Y-yes!" she nodded, frantic. "Please! Quick! Look at me!"
She raised her hips, her legs wrapping around his waist. And then, her hands went down.
She touched herself.
"I-I'm ready!" she panted, her fingers sliding through her own wet folds. "I'm... dripping for you! Get in... NOW!"
Naruto didn't need to be told twice.
He settled himself and pushed.
"AH!"
A deep groan rumbled from his throat as he entered her. "Fuck... so... tight... and hot..."
Hanabi screamed, a moan of pure, absolute satisfaction. "AHHHH! YES! FILL ME! MORE!"
He obeyed her.
He began to move. Slow at first, deep. Every thrust made the futon's makeshift headboard hit the wall.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Oh, yeah..." he murmured, closing his eyes. "Feels... so good, Hanabi..."
"FASTER!" she demanded, digging her nails into his back. "I want... I want to feel you... more!"
He laughed, a rough sound. "You asked for it, heiress."
He picked up the pace. His thrusts became harder, faster. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room.
"AH! YES! NARUTO!"
"Tell me... tell me how much you like it..." he panted, his forehead beaded with sweat.
"I... LOVE IT! I LOVE... HOW... YOU... AH!... FILL ME!"
"I want to change."
"Wh-what?"
"Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice pure instinct. "I want to take you from behind."
Hanabi trembled, but she obeyed instantly. She moved, getting on all fours on the futon, looking back at him over her shoulder.
"Like this?" she asked, her voice shaky. "Do... do you like how it looks?"
Naruto stared at her. Her arched back, her raised ass.
"I love it."
He knelt behind her and, without warning, drove into her again.
"AHHH!"
Her scream was muffled by the pillow. It was a deep thrust, deeper than before.
"YES!" he yelled, grabbing her hips tightly.
He began to pound into her.
There was nothing gentle about it. It was hard. Fast. Primal.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The sound of their bodies colliding was loud.
With every thrust, his hand playfully smacked her ass, leaving more red marks.
"Ngh! Naruto!"
"That's it!" he panted. "Take it all!"
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her sweaty back. His hand slid around her side.
"Remember... the punishment?" he murmured in her ear.
"Wh-what...?"
He grabbed her left nipple, the one he'd bitten earlier.
And he pinched. Hard.
"AHHH! YES! NARUTO, YES!"
Her scream was deafening.
He grinned, thrusting even harder, twisting her nipple between his fingers as his hips slammed against her.
"I'm gonna... ah... make you come... right now."
"A-almost... there!" Hanabi's voice broke. "I'm... I'm so... close! Naruto!"
"Look at me!"
She turned her head, her pale, unfocused eyes meeting his.
"MORE... HARDER! AH...!"
He gave her one last, powerful thrust.
Hanabi's body locked up.
"NARUTOOOOO!"
Her scream was long and high as her climax hit her. Her inner muscles clamped down on him with incredible force.
She flooded him.
It was too much for him.
"HANABI!"
He roared her name, his own release following hers immediately.
They collapsed.
Naruto fell on top of her, his weight crushing her into the futon. She let out an "Oof!" but didn't protest.
They lay there, a tangle of limbs and sweat, panting in the silent room.
Several minutes passed.
"Naruto..."
"Mmm?" he mumbled against her shoulder.
"You're... heavy."
"I'm... responsible," he said, not moving.
She giggled, a weak, exhausted sound. "Move, you dummy."
He rolled over, taking her with him. She ended up curled against his chest, her head resting over his pounding heart.
He held her, his arm draped over her sweaty shoulders.
"That..." she said, her voice soft. "Was... incredible."
She kissed his sweaty chest, a tender gesture.
"I love you, Naruto-dummy."
Naruto smiled, exhausted. He kissed the top of her head, her hair smelling sweet.
"I love you too, you terrifying heiress."
They lay in silence. The room was quiet again. The sun was higher now, the light brighter.
Naruto idly traced the curve of her back with one finger. Up and down. Over her shoulder blade. Down her spine.
He felt the curve of her tailbone.
His finger drifted a little lower, brushing the start of her backside.
He kept going, an idle touch, until his fingertip brushed the small, tight hole between her buttocks.
Hanabi tensed.
It wasn't a shudder of pleasure. It was a startle. Her entire body went stiff as a board.
A deep blush, the first of real embarrassment that morning, crept up her neck to her ears.
Naruto noticed it instantly.
He pulled his hand back as if he'd been burned.
"Huh? Hanabi-chan?"
She didn't say anything. She buried her face harder in his chest.
"Everything okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Did I hurt you? Was...?"
"N-Naruto...!"
Her voice was muffled by his skin. She sounded... mortified.
Naruto looked at her, confused. "What? Did I do something wrong? My finger?"
She looked up. Her face was bright red. Beet red.
"H-honey..."
The word came out as a choked squeak.
And Naruto understood.
"Oh."
He felt like an idiot. "Oh. Okay. Limit."
"L-limit?"
"Limit," he confirmed, his voice soft now, reassuring. "Got it. I'm sorry. I... I wasn't thinking. Just... was... touching."
Hanabi looked at him. The tension in her shoulders visibly relaxed.
She kissed him on the chin, a quick, grateful peck.
"I-it's not that I don't want to..." she started, her voice a whisper. "Well... no. It's... it's just..."
She bit her lip, struggling for the words. The blush wasn't fading.
"It's... just..."
"What?" he asked, gently.
"I guess..." She looked away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. "I-I'm not quite as bold as my big sister yet."
Naruto stared at her.
Then, he burst out laughing.
"Hey!" she said, swatting his chest. "Don't laugh! It's... it's embarrassing!"
He hugged her tighter. "I'm not laughing at you, Hanabi-chan."
"You're not?"
"No." He kissed her forehead. "I'm just... happy."
She looked at him, confused.
"Not yet," he said, smiling.
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