Clones | By : Perpetual159 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 11145 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Author's Note: This piece of literature is not for those with delicate and prudish mindsets. Reader discretion is highly advised! If you have a weak constitution or are easily offended by colorful language, imagery, and strong sexual content, please do NOT read!
Without further ado, may I present to you:
Clones
Summary: Reminiscing of his most cherished moments with Hinata, Naruto decides it's time she forgets about Hyuuga decorum and let her passions run wild. What better way to persuade her than to have a few horny Narutos seduce and realize her most secret desires?
Prologue
It was a cool, quiet night in the hidden village of Konoha. The Rokudaime Hokage sat in the comfort of his bed with a handful of pillows propping him up while thumbing through a worn out copy of his favorite book, The Gutsy Ninja. Unfortunately for him, he had been trying to read past the first paragraph for the last fifteen minutes with little success.
Blankly looking at the blur of words before him, his blue eyes couldn't help but to drift past the array of inked characters to the makeshift bookmark that stuck out, placed towards the end of the novel. He smiled as he slipped it free and opened it once more; the creases were beginning to wear out and tear from his abuse.
I already miss the warmth of your embrace when you hold me at night, the sound of your voice when you whisper in my ear and your beautiful smile when you tell me you love me.
Be safe on your journey, my beloved. I eagerly wait for your return, as always.
Your Loving Wife,
Hinata
Uzumaki Naruto loved these messages, not because they were short and simple—though that was an attribute he certainly appreciated nonetheless—but because of their content and their unpredictability.
Sometimes he found them in his pockets—I love you so much—, or within the pile of paperwork he would occasionally bring home whenever he got bored of being at the Hokage tower—You're the BEST thing that's ever happened to Konoha.
Naruto smiled as he watched her wander back and forth in the room, getting ready for bed.
He didn't get one everyday, or every week, for that matter. She always hid them in places where he would eventually find them, and oftentimes he didn't find them until days later. He tried to figure out her pattern, and when he asked her how and when she had managed to slip them by without his notice, she would just smile beautifully at him and kiss his pouting lips.
No matter how hard he tried, he could never catch her in the act. He suspected she was using her Byakugan for more than just missions; she was far too sneaky with these notes. It was the only way he could logically explain how she would always sneak them in when he wasn't looking—especially when they were inside the bento boxes she often made him, or inside his rolled pairs of socks. For all he knew, she did it right under his nose and he most likely didn't even notice; she was a great visual distraction, after all.
Naruto dropped the book on his lap, frowning and pouting. He wouldn't put it past her to do something like that and get away with it. This didn't mean that he didn't appreciate the element of surprise, though. The little messages tended to appear when he least expected them, and oftentimes with perfect timing.
Hang in there, Love, when she somehow knew his workload was overwhelming. Though he had to admit that the most memorable one happened when he pulled out a pen from his desk, settling to sign one of his most irritable treaties in ages. A single torn piece of orange paper fell out from the cap and landed on his desk, face up and in all its glory. In a very beautiful penmanship, it said:
You can do it, dattebayo!
He had been speechless for several seconds, unmoving before cracking up in a fit of laughter that came and went for several hours, exactly as she had intended. He had grown out of using that word long ago, but the fact she intentionally used it brought back the silliest memories of his youth, particularly those of himself screaming that he was going to be Hokage someday. How ironic.
She was too cute for her own good, and he always made sure to tell her as such.
The one he found within the pages of The Gutsy Ninja had been a little longer than usual, though that wasn't something he minded, especially considering the circumstances.
He had been on his way to Suna for that year's kage summit, and he and his group of ANBU escorts had stopped halfway through the journey to rest for the night when he found it.
He recalled that she had helped him pack, and right when she was about to seal the small backpack he liked to carry on all his trips, he had stopped her to put the book inside. From that point on, he couldn't remember if he ever left her alone with the backpack, or if she had already placed the note in the book without him noticing, knowing he wouldn't forget his favorite novel for the journey.
When the kage summit was over, the knuckleheaded Hokage could not have been happier. The trip back was one that his ANBU escort would remember for years to come.
It was done in a flash… quite literally.
Word of how torturous it was to escort him had already spread through the ANBU ranks, and, unbeknownst to him, Uchiha Sasuke, Commander of the ANBU elite forces, had already altered the generic Escort the Rokudaime Hokage job description to include "Must have legs of steel" as one of its requirements, adding "Good luck. The Dobe is whipped." as a side-note.
At any rate, Uzumaki Naruto had made love to his cute little wife as soon as he arrived and laid eyes on her. Lucky for her, she had already been home for a while, thus preventing the potential embarrassment of being ravished by the Hokage in public.
As images of Hinata moaning his name in complete abandon and clawing at his back when he pushed himself inside her waltzed in his head, the flushed Hokage grabbed his book again and brought it to his face. He wondered if she had noticed him sneaking heated glances as she stood in front of the dresser, pulling her hair up in a high bun so it would stay out of her face while she slept. He would devour that pretty little neck with kisses, he just knew he would.
A wicked smile spread on his lips. In fact, he would get rid of that bun and have her hair in complete disarray before she knew it; it was only a matter of time.
"Come to bed, Hinata-chan…" he calmly requested when she walked into the bathroom to apply that flowery-scented cream she always put on her face every night. What was it called again? She explained it once… ah, yes—moisturizer.
She smiled. He couldn't fool her even if he wanted to. The trace of whining in his voice didn't go unnoticed, despite how nonchalant he tried to be.
"In a minute, Sweetie," she promised.
Moments later she sealed the moisturizer jar and re-emerged from the bathroom. Wearing white cotton panties and a light blue camisole, the petite woman was a sight to behold. The happy smile that had spread on his face when he saw her crumbled as soon as she walked right past the bed and towards the bedroom door. He sat up straight and once again tossed the book aside.
"Where are you going…?" he asked. This time the whine was pretty obvious.
She looked at him over her shoulder with a grin. "I still have to lock up, Naruto-kun."
Giggling, she exited the room when she heard him groan melodramatically. He just looked too cute in that bed, pouting and topless with the sheets covering him up to his waist.
"I'll be right back," she assured from the hallway.
Naruto frowned and crossed his arms petulantly. As he heard her slide the first window shut, he collapsed back into the pillows with a grunt, but as soon as his head hit the pile of pillows he sprung straight up again. A cunning, foxy grin spread across his face this time.
Snickering, he molded just the right amount of chakra, and a second later, a sharp pop rang across the room. He was not known as the number one knuckleheaded ninja for nothing.
"Bring me my wife," he instructed the clone that came into view as the smoke dissipated.
"Right away, boss."
Smirking, he collapsed back into his bed, intertwining his fingers behind his head, and quietly saying, "In three… two… one…"
"Eeep!"
"Hehehe…" he snickered.
"Boss said to take you to him," he heard the clone explain in a different room of the house.
"Put me down right now, Naruto-kun!"
"Just following orders, Hinata-chan," said the clone.
Naruto had to laugh when he saw his clone walk into the room, carrying his wife bridal style.
"But, Naruto-kun… the windows…!" Hinata insisted when the clone placed her on the bed next to the real Naruto.
"The clone will take care of it," he replied, pulling her against him from behind when she tried to get up again, latching onto her neck and nipping her pulse point.
"Buh… oh…" Hinata whimpered, grabbing a fistful of blond hair behind her and closing her eyes blissfully.
"Forget the windows. I missed you…" he complained, craning his head around to kiss her teasingly.
"Mmm… I missed you, too… Naruto-kun…" she whispered into his lips, rotating her body to deepen the kiss.
She could feel his victorious smile against her lips as he pulled her further into the center of the bed, reaching for the blankets and covering them both as he rolled on top of her. Her chest pressed against his tightly and he groaned happily.
"It's good to be home…" he murmured, nibbling her jaw line.
Under him, Hinata smiled, her arms around him and her legs parting so he could settle between her. "Hmm… it's good to have you home."
Naruto grinned when he felt her legs wrap around him. His nibbling moved from her jaw line to her chin, crawling up to her bottom lip, which he tugged with his teeth playfully. "Damn right it is…"
He then kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans. His hands dug under the camisole she wore, and he smirked when he felt her shiver under his touch. His fingertips traced the soft ridges of her ribcage, making her flinch. He smiled into the kiss, knowing how ticklish she was. His fingers continued moving higher until he felt the soft contour of her breast near her armpits.
"Naruto-kuuuun…" she moaned when he began to rock his hips against hers.
"Hmm…" he pulled away from the kiss to look at her with a lustful smirk, not stopping his rocking.
He waited only seconds before a shivering Hinata opened her eyes to regard him shyly.
"A-Again…?" she stuttered, surprised at his quick recovery from their earlier lovemaking and eagerness for an encore.
Naruto grinned, a chuckle escaping his lips as he dipped his lips into her neck, suckling briefly before pulling away to look into her eyes again, one of his hands moving from her rib cage to her breast and squeezing gently.
"Again," he replied. "Aside from catching up for lost time, I can't get enough of you, Hina-chan…"
Before she could respond, he removed his hands from under her camisole and knelt between her. He grabbed the elastic of his boxers and quickly removed them, tossing them behind him carelessly and snickering when he noticed the dark red tainting her cheeks and her eyes following his stiff member. With gleaming eyes, he grabbed the elastic of her underwear and pulled down, revealing not only quite the view, but allowing the scent of her arousal to invade his nostrils.
He inhaled deeply with a dorky grin. "Aaaaah…"
"Na-Naruto-kun!" she squeaked, her hands flying down to cover herself.
Quirking an eyebrow, Naruto laughed softly as he placed her underwear aside and took the hem of her camisole, pushing it up and off her. "I don't know why you're still so shy around me, Hinata-chan. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before…"
"B-But…"
He pulled her into a sitting position and removed her camisole. "Besides, you weren't so shy when I got home."
Hinata pouted and self-consciously crossed her arms over her chest when she noticed his eyes hovering over her naked flesh hungrily. "Not like you gave me the chance. You were too horny to even let me say 'welcome home'."
He laughed outright. "A man has to do what he has to do, Love. And, if I recall correctly, I didn't hear any complaining, unless all that moaning was some secret code for 'please stop'." He then grinned wickedly. "As a matter of fact, your body was doing all the talking. Who knew you could be such a tigress."
"Naruto-kun!" she admonished. If the heat on her face were any indication, the red of a tomato would be no match to the one on her face.
He laughed again and kissed the corner of her lips as he gently pushed her back onto the mattress.
As he moved on top of her again, his eyes widened when his hard member landed against her sensitive core with a loud slapping sound, making her gasp—though the fact it felt good wasn't something she was about to tell him.
"Oops…?"
Hinata narrowed her eyes, not believing him for a second.
They held each other's gazes for several moments, both somewhat embarrassed and blushing brightly.
Eventually, the cutest frown formed on her brow when she saw him fight a smile, and the quietest snort escaped him. She looked away, puffing her cheeks and Naruto gave in, laughing mirthfully. When his laughter subsided to a playful snicker, he placed moist, lingering kisses on her enflamed cheeks.
"That wasn't supposed to happen, I swear."
"Uh-huh…"
"Uh-huh," he mimicked while grinning. He allowed his weight to settle on her, relishing the feel of her breasts pressed snuggly against his chest as he burrowed his face against her neck with a blissful groan.
"It is definitely nice to be home again…"
Hinata smirked quietly, running her hands down his back soothingly. "You make it sound as if you had been away for an eternity."
"I was," he replied. "The meetings were very informative, but so very boring. No wonder baa-chan was happy to retire."
"You have Konohamaru, and Tsunade-sama always had Shizune to take notes when you two spaced out."
"Hehe… that's what assistants are for."
Hinata smirked again, shaking her head. "To overwork them to death?"
"Maybe?"
Hinata shook her head, smiling. He could be such a clown sometimes.
"Mmm…" he smiled and snuggled more against her, and when he was comfortable, he took a deep, blissful breath.
For several moments they laid like this, only the sound of their steady breathing breaking the silence.
The pleasant feeling of Hinata threading her fingers through his hair and placing gentle kisses against his temple made him lift his head to look into her eyes. The soft, loving gaze she cast upon him took his breath away. It was the kind of look only she could give him.
Gently, he reached up to trace her cheek before burrowing his face under her chin again, only this time meekly.
"What is it?" she asked softly, frowning slightly.
"Nuthin'," he mumbled.
Hinata squirmed slightly, grinning as the vibrations of his voice against her throat tickled her.
"Liar…" she accused playfully, her voice still hushed.
Naruto pulled back slightly to look into her eyes with a goofy smile. Hinata arched an eyebrow curiously, but the tenderness in her gaze remained as she cupped his cheeks to keep him from hiding his gaze from hers again.
"What…?"
"I love it when you look at me like that," he admitted sheepishly.
She gave him a gorgeous smile. "That's because you make me happy."
He, in turn, provided her with a dorky grin of his own. "You make me happy, too."
"Of course I do," she said, her smile turning playful. "I'm pretty awesome."
He laughed and brushed his lips against hers. She'd been hanging around him too much, even if he knew she was just picking on him. "You're so silly, Hinata-chan…"
When he began pulling away, Hinata threaded her fingers through his wild locks to hold him in place, deepening the kiss as she did so. Several moments later, Naruto pulled away speechless with surprise at her small progress in boldness. Their eyes met, marveling at the love reflecting in them before resuming the kiss again. He tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth and then, tilting his head slightly to the side, he dipped his tongue into her mouth shamelessly.
"Naruto-kun…" or so it sounded like when she moaned into the embrace.
Minutes went by before his lips parted from hers, but his forehead remained pressed to hers. With a half-lidded gaze, he nuzzled his nose against hers and smiled lazily when she tried to initiate another kiss. He would pull back playfully, making it seem as if her lips were trailing after his desperately. He smirked when after so much chasing, the only thing she managed was a tiny brush of lips. Her eyes met his with a pout and a husky chuckle escaped him.
When she craned her neck again to kiss him and he pulled away again with a wicked gleam in his eyes, she huffed.
"Don't tease me, Naru-mmmm…"
He kissed her. She could feel his chest vibrating against hers from his soundless laughter.
"Couldn't resist," he mumbled against her lips. She tried to huff playfully but squeaked indignantly, eliciting another soundless chuckle from her husband, before succumbing to the feel of his mouth devouring hers. Naruto's smile slowly faded as the kiss intensified, and before long, he undid her hair bun and mimicked her actions, threading his fingers through her hair and disheveling it into waves of inky silk on her pillow.
Her warmth seeped into him and the softness of her body under him filled him with goose bumps. He felt her legs disengage around him and her small feet kneading his calves gingerly. They started from the back of his knee all the way down to his heels, and back up again. After such a long trip, her pseudo-massage on the worn muscles of his legs felt heavenly. The feeling of her toes curling against his skin and catching the tiny hairs on his flesh made him shudder as she pulled at them teasingly again and again.
He broke their kiss, craning his head to look at her and she gave him a small, bashful smile before burrowing her face into his chest. Naruto hummed softly and nuzzled her hair greedily, basking in the lovely smell of her hair.
He felt her free arm moving as her hand retreated from his mused hair, gently tracing her fingertips over his jaw line, down his throat and his chest. He could sense her smiling as her hand continued past his diaphragm and stomach, slowing once it passed his navel.
"Tease…" he murmured, squirming breathlessly when her touch bordered on ticklish.
"Mmm…" was her response.
He grinned. He could easily imagine the playful smile on her face. He knew she knew he wanted her to go lower.
He released a shuddering breath when her hand headed towards his groin, her fingertips particularly tracing over the small, soft rivulet of tiny blond hair that formed below his navel and expanded into a shallow pool of coarse hair. Playful fingers crawled about aimlessly, refraining from going further down where she knew he craved to be touched. Her hand then wandered away—he whimpered and she giggled—, grazing his hip and stopping on his lower back, stroking the small muscles soothingly.
He kissed the crown of her head, and guided one of his hands down her side, making her jolt when they grazed over her ribs.
"Ticklish?" he queried with an impish smile. It was his way of getting revenge on her for teasing him so.
"A little," she mumbled into his chest.
"Heh…" His hand continued its journey downward, not stopping until it reached the outside of one of her thighs, whereupon he grasped it securely and pulled upwards, making her knee bend and resting the large muscle against his hip. The heat that had been trapped in the apex of her thighs radiated freely once again, and when he tugged her flush against him more so than she already was, her sex brushed against his and the wetness of her arousal glazed over him, making him throb almost painfully.
He rocked his hips into hers eagerly, smirking when she gasped.
The smirk disappeared and he groaned blissfully when she grabbed a handful of his unruly hair. "Baby…"
He pulled even more on her leg to rub himself against her more firmly.
"Naruto…" she whispered, shivering when a particular thrust of his hip made the tip of his engorged member hit directly on her sensitive clit.
"So good…" he said, his voice thick with lust. "It feels so good…"
He continued tormenting her with the slow but firm and sensuous rocking of his hips, smiling when she looked into his eyes with a fierce blush and mewling from the sensations he provoked in her when he pushed only the very tip of his member into her opening, refraining from going further, and continued his rocking.
"I need you…" he voiced lowly, "so badly…"
"I…"
His words, the husky sound of his voice, the way his gaze burned into hers made her insides quiver, her silky lips craving more than what he teased her with.
He hissed. That felt heavenly against him. "Hinata," he whispered hoarsely. His lips dropped to her ear, his tongue flickering against her earlobe and making her squirm. "I need to make you mine… but I need to hear you say it…"
"P-Please…" she whimpered helplessly. She didn't know whether to cup his rear and bury him into her, or to continue enjoying his sweet torture. She wanted him, too. She needed him just as much.
But she couldn't tell him that.
Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin when her hips moved on their own accord and rocked up as he descended, making him push deeper than he had intended and eliciting a groan out of him.
"Aaah, fuck…" he cursed, growling… trembling… licking her neck and nibbling her pulse point. It took every shred of control to pull back out and continue his languid, shallow thrusts. "It feels good, doesn't it…?"
He was driving her crazy, he knew he was, but he still wanted to hear her.
"Na-Naruto…" she called, her voice catching in mere anticipation. "I…"
God, he couldn't take much more.
Yes, yes, yes! Hell, yes! her lust-ridden mind screamed.
"Tell me how it feels…" he urged in a whisper, pulling up to look into her eyes.
Her other leg bent and wrapped around him, pushing him further into her.
She couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to say it. She'd sound foolish and would only end up embarrassing herself, she just knew it. The thought of openly and willingly telling him how to pleasure her, or even telling him how much she enjoyed the wonderful things he did to her made her dizzy and turned her brain into mush. She could only pray that the way her body reacted, or quite frankly spoke on her behalf would be enough for him.
"Tell me," he insisted. "Does it feel good…?"
Well, so much for body language, she thought in dismay. Releasing a shuddering breath, she nodded meekly. Yes. It feels like heaven.
"Hmm…" he hummed again, somewhat disappointed, but nevertheless smiling softly and pressing his lips to hers. Maybe next time he would get her to actually speak up.
With his lips still pressed to hers, he rocked his hips forward, muffling her squeal as he buried himself deep within her.
"Tadaima…"
"Fuck… that is so hot!"
Huh? Who said that? It sounded like his voice, but his mind was too preoccupied with all the sensations wracking throughout his body at that moment. He shook his head. He was probably just imagining things.
However, despite his lust-ridden state, Naruto felt Hinata freeze under him. Pausing, he looked down at her with a curious frown, only to find that she wasn't even looking at him, but something off to the side with eyes the size of ramen bowls.
"Na-Naruto-kun!" she squeaked.
"Huh? Whu-… what is it…?" he asked absently. What the hell! What could be more interesting than having sex with the great Uzumaki Naruto?
"Your c-cl…clone… it's watching!"
"What!" Naruto turned his head to the side and, sure enough, there stood a copy of himself blushing, grinning like a complete idiot, and with quite the boner inside his boxers.
"Oh… right." Naruto turned his face towards Hinata, with the most innocent look he could muster while she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.
"Umm… thanks for the hard work!" he cheerfully said, glancing at the clone before releasing the clone jutsu. Turning his attention to the beauty beneath him, he gulped when he saw the look in her eyes.
"Naruto-kun…" She had that funny tone of voice that usually meant he was in trouble.
"I'm sorry?" he said.
Hinata could tell he wasn't really sorry, but before she could really give him a piece of her mind, Naruto made a strangled cry, holding his head with one hand and shutting his eyes tightly as the rest of his body twitched violently.
"Naruto-kun!" Hinata said alarmed.
"Oh, God, that is fucking hot!" he mumbled.
"Huh…?"
Naruto's eyes widened. Fuck… I said that out loud, didn't I?
"Nothing! Nothing… eh heh…"
Stupid clone memories! he chastised himself while blushing brightly at the scene playing in his mind. After securing their home, the clone had returned to the bedroom and had gotten quite the free show—and for quite while, too!
Naruto knew he had his moments in life where he'd forgotten to do something, but this was the first time he'd slip up on dispelling a clone while sexing his wife. He was going to have to do some groveling and abuse the baker for some fresh cinnamon rolls to get her to look over this little slip up!
With a new plan in hand, he focused his attention towards his wife once more. She quirked a brow, waiting for an explanation.
"Um…" He scratched the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. "Well… that was… um… interesting."
Hinata narrowed her eyes at him, but Naruto decided to purposefully ignore her almost-glare, opting instead to reward her with a smile that gradually turned mischievous. "Now… where were we?"
Peeping clones or not, he was guaranteed to make this night one she'd never forget.
Perpetual's Corner:
Man… it's been too long!
Did your teeth fall off from reading so much fluff? Hah…
Many thanks to eternalshiva and Timeshifter who edited and beautified this chapter. Without their magic touch, this chapter would be a hopeless case!
This prologue not only sets the stage for what Clones was meant to be like originally, but it also fulfills the requirements for the Writer's Block Dattebayo Challenge. It's a fairly doable challenge—more than that, it's just something fun to do that eternalshiva and I came up with. The best part about this challenge is that it is not the kind of challenge entirely designed to test your skills as a writer, but to have fun writing. Furthermore, by fulfilling this challenge, you get a prize in return! Now, if you're wondering what the heck that this Dattebayo challenge is all about, you may either go to my website, or my profile (there's a link there) to find out more about it.
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