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A Drunk Mind Speaks A Sober Heart	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 3545 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Prompt: Favorite Food

A Drunk Mind Speaks A Sober Heart

Naruto snorted a tipsy laugh, his blue depths alight as he studied his pouting girlfriend.
Gowned in a pretty, thigh length, forest green dress, she looked pretty as a flower amongst their cluster of friends, though she fit right in amongst the disheveled, goofy faced crowd. Her long, dark blue hair was hanging half across her gorgeous face, her lilac orbs glassy and struggling to stay open wider than a sliver. Her pale cheeks were flushed, but she wasn’t embarrassed or feeling shy, not in her current state.
She blinked like an owl, leaning forward on the table in a concerted attempt to follow the conversation.
She was situated between a bubbly Tenten and a heavily intoxicated Ino. Tenten had stolen his girlfriend ten minutes ago, gushing about how she just wanted to pinch the Hyuuga heiresses chubby, marshmallow cheeks and she absolutely had to sit next her so she could. Naruto had stood amused and exasperated with the drunken girls as the weapon’s master wrapped her arms around his lover and rubbed their cheeks together.
He’d waved them away reluctantly, though he kept an eye on her.
His sweet baby was drunk as a skunk, after all.
A first for her and him.
This was the first time she’d ever been so inebriated, usually he was the one falling over in his chair after the monthly Friday meet up at Choji’s place, However, within two minutes of watching her cute antics, he could unequivocally say, he adored drunk Hinata.
She looked like a milk drunk kitten, and was even sweeter and affection than when she was sober.
“That’s not my favorite food!” flushed face, droopy eyed Hinata insisted, pouting like the cutest kitten he’d ever seen.
Naruto chuckled from across the room, shouting, “Hina, sweetheart, you love cinnamon rolls, don’t you?”
She nodded, an exaggerated bob of her cranium, “I loooove cinnamon rolls.”
“Then…” he held back laughter, “that makes it your favorite food doesn’t it?”
“Nooooooo,” she sung, then erupted into giggles.
Sakura snorted across the table, and they shared a look, both finding her antics beyond cute.
“Then what’s your favorite food, eh, Hinata?” a surprisingly sober Kiba asked, nursing a beer.
The room roared with laughter as Konoha 12’s youngest danced in her seat, clearly very excited to tell them all about her favorite food that somehow, in some parallel universe wasn’t cinnamon rolls.
“My new favorite food is the best ever!” she squealed.
He grinned.
She was too cute for words.
“It’s long and hard, but so velvety soft in my mouth!”
The room got quiet, then a few snickers made their rounds around the room.
He blinked…
…senses tingling but not sure what had suddenly put him on alert.
He was a little inebriated himself, and of course, he wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed sober either.
The table around him however burst into hysterics. He glanced around at the table of drunks, trying to piece together what was going on.
“Oh yeah, Hinata? Long and hard huh?” Ino goaded, her eyes wet with tears of mirth, “what else?”
“It’s big,” his girlfriend continued, spreading her arms for dramatic effect, “and thick and sometimes it makes me choke!”
Realization slowly started to sink in.
He stared at her, so certain his dirty mind was taking her innocent words completely out of context. Even if she was drunk as a goddamn skunk she was still Hinata, shy, innocent Hinata Hyuuga that’d faint before she talked about sex in front of an entire party.
“Oh no!” Sakura dramatized, “what kinda favorite food chokes you?”
“The best kind!” Hinata assured, eyes wide and innocent and gazed over with way too many shots of vodka, “it’s okay cuz when I choke on it, Naruto-kun always tells me; ‘breathe through your nose, baby’ and when I can breathe gooder he says ‘good fucking girl’ and then I get more.”
His cup dropped from his loose fingers, crashing unheeded to the tile floor. He was still as a statue, wide eyed and wide mouthed, certain he’d been sucked into a genjutsu.
He couldn’t have been more shocked than if the entire world came crashing down on his blond head.
There was no fucking way to take those words out of context!
She was talking about his dick!
“It’s still hard to do even breathing through my nose but I want the cream, it’s so tasty,” she hummed, hands to her pale cheeks, eyes closed dreamily, “Naruto-kun’s delicious cock is my favorite food~”
He couldn’t move.
Couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t believe she’d really just announced to the entire party-
“It’s yummy and delicious and it makes me feel so good all day and all night long,” she preened, “and when he sticks it up my-”
“H-H-Hinata!” he shouted, toppling his chair as he stood, more flustered than he’d ever been in his entire twenty years of life as more than half the group tumbled from their chairs, hooting with laughter.
They’d known all along where this conversation was going!
“You guy’s are assholes, dattebayo!” he shouted, storming across to the room to collect his loose lipped girlfriend and take her home.
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He didn’t have to guess what kind of mood she was in on the way home.
Too wobbly to walk, he carried her on his back to his apartment, a relatively short walk Choji’s, but midway through the ten minute trip, Hinata roused from her drunken stupor and set about making the journey difficult.
“Naruto-kun,” she whispered hotly in his ear, “fuck me.”
He ground to a halt, nearly dropping her in his shock.
Hinata never cursed!
Not once!
Not when she was mad or when she stubbed her toe or bumped her funny bone, times in which even a saint would shout out the most colorful expletives.
Apparently drunk Hina didn’t know that about her sober self because she’d dropped an f-bomb twice!
“Don’t you wanna fuck me, Naruto-kun?” she questioned softly, nuzzling his ear.
A shudder traced his spine.
This wasn’t fair.
There was never a time he didn’t wanna pound himself to oblivion between her thighs. He was already hard just thinking about it.
He cleared his throat, adjusting her on his back and continuing on.
“When we get home, sweetheart.”
“No,” she moaned, grinding her crotch against his back, reaching passed the waist band of his sweats, fingers brushing his pre-cum moist tip, “now, right here.”
Goosebumps erupted across his skin as she licked his nape, squeezing his narrow hips between her thick thighs, tempting him to find a dark alley and ram her insides until they were both a howling sticky mess of overstimulated nerves.
He reached for her wandering hand, hissing a breath as he unraveled her grip on his tip.
As much as he’d love to do something so naughty with her, fucking outside probably wouldn’t be something sober Hinata would wanna do.
She was already going to be mortified about the party, he’d rather not add to her next day shame.
“We’re almost home, baby,” he murmured, patting her leg, “be a good girl for me, and behave.”
She kissed on his neck, sucking wet bruises, “I don’t wanna behave.”
A large part of him didn’t want her to either. He was hard as steel, throbbing beneath his sweats, passing conveniently empty alley after alley, each dark passage tempting his tipsy, perverted mind to wander down their deserted path and fuck his girlfriend senseless.
He shook the thought from his head.
Between the two of them, he was the one most in control of his shit.
He had to be strong.
“If you don’t behave,” he muttered, adjusting the heavy bulge tenting his sweats, “you’re going to bed horny.”
“Nooooo,” she whined like a kid denied desert after dinner, hugging his neck tightly, “I’m sorrrrryy, I’ll be gooooood…”
He sucked in a harsh breath as a coil of lust tightened his abdominal. He didn’t know what it was about her sluggish, slightly slurred tone that was getting him off, but he couldn’t deny he felt every single dragging syllable like a stroke to his dick.
He stroked her thigh and continued on, he hadn’t gotten far before she started wiggling around, or rather, grinding her crotch against him.
Cock pulsing painfully, he growled, “you’re not being good, Hinata.”
She pressed harder, swirling her hips, rubbing her clit in circles on his back. Her soft moan vibrated behind his ear, her puffing breath warm on his skin.
“Can I…?” she pleaded quietly, breath hitching, “it feels so good, I’m so close…”
He swallowed hard, telling himself he should stop her, that letting her hunch his back to orgasm would only make it harder for him to deny her if she touched him again, but he was starting to run out of reasons as to why that’d be a bad idea. Sweat beaded his forehead, his dick screaming for attention, his brain growing even more floaty and hazy as the last drop of blood in his head traveled south to join the rest pounding in his sex.
Slender fingers stroked his chest, coasting along the hard plain of his abdomen, slipping under his sweatshirt to trace the lower ridges honed through the brutal life of shinobi.
“Please,” she whispered, tracing his navel, then traveling outward, outlining the currently invisible seal on his belly, as she moved against him.
His nostrils flared, hand reaching down to stroke himself over his sweats as he walked.
Drunk Hinata was fucking sexy as fuck.
He was only one man and there was only so much the horny blond could take. An unrepentant kinky male, the idea of her cumming like this turned him on.
“Only if you’re quiet, ‘ttebayo,” his lips uttered before his intoxicated mind could catch up.
Her thighs tightened, arms looping under his arms and over his shoulders, her grip
“I’m be quiet,” she moaned, “I promise I’ll be quiet.”
She wasn’t quiet.
She writhed and mewled like a pornographic wet dream, whimpering his name against his ear, not quite shouting but nowhere near quiet. He drew her face to his neck, muffling her cries as she rocked against him, his gaze coasting around for any signs of life at the dead of night.
Not a soul.
Dark office buildings and empty sidewalks on both sides.
This whole thing was reckless and exciting and new and perverted and he was so turned on he didn’t know what to do with himself.
She panted into his skin, each puff of air wet, a few adding a swirl of tongue or the nip of teeth. His own lungs matched her fevered hitches, his excitement building alongside hers. He couldn’t feel her wetness through the thick layer of his hoodie, but he could feel her heat scorching heat moving up and down his spine, and it made him itch to wrap his hand around his cock and stroke himself to completion.
She spread her legs wider, anchoring her arms around his neck to lift the hem of her dress out of the way, nearly tumbling from his back in the process.
She giggled at her near spill to the pavement, the sound drawing a chuckle from his own throat, amusement filling him before she latched onto him like a cute kola bear and returned to her naughty activity.
He swore he could feel her this time.
Maybe he was just horny and tipsy and his brain was making it up, but he swore he could feel her sopping cunt soaking through his sweat shirt.
He slowed his walk to a crawl as her humping grew frantic, ensnared by the lewd act taking place on his back.
Pervert that he was, he was completely invested in her finishing before they got home.
She moaned into his neck, nipping his skin.
“Fuck…” he husked, passing over the bulge again, “that feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispered, “so…good…mmhm,”
She gripped his sweat shirt, shoving her wet mouth against his neck as orgasm rocked her.
It was one of the most erotic experiences of his life, and as she twitched and panted against the back of his neck, he doubled his pace, desperate to get home.
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“Let me get us in the house first, Hinata,” he panted, shivering as her lips found his throat, her hands wandering into his sweats.
She either didn’t hear a word he said or she just didn’t care, and he kinda…got caught up in the heat of her drunken lust.
One moment he was fumbling with keys, missing the lock and cursing up a storm, the next, his sweats were at his knees, his rough hands were fisting her locks and he was fucking her hot little mouth right on the front porch of his second floor apartment.
It late as fuck and most of Konoha had gone to be bed but still.
They were in public, completely out in the open.
If anyone glanced in their direction, they’d be seen.
There was no hiding, and with the streetlight beaming down on them, no way to misinterpret what they were doing.
The thought of getting caught only turned him on more…
A kinky part of him wanted someone to see, for someone to see Hinata Hyuuga on her knees enjoying her favorite treat in the world; the meat stick she loved more than cinnamon rolls. He pumped his hips, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as her sloppy mouth worked him like his dick was her favorite food in the universe.
Wet gagging and puffing breaths from her nostrils filled his ears, the sounds as delicious as the sensation of her dripping mouth and hallowing cheeks.
Orgasm hit him out of nowhere.
Hot ejaculate shot into her mouth, coating her throat in ropy semen, the sensation rocking his senses. He bit his lips to stifle his shout of completion, a pitiful groan slipping through his efforts. His thighs shook hard, his knees protesting his weight, he reached out for his front door, supporting his shuddering body with both hands against the hard wood.
She sucked him greedily, gripping his clenched ass cheeks and forcing him deeper down her throat, her whining moan begging him from another helping of thick, creamy cum.
“Holy fuck,” he panted, shivering as though he were naked in the middle of a blizzard, spine arching under dogged determination to make him climax again.
He was hard and throbbing already, pulsing like hadn’t just cum in her mouth ten seconds ago. His balls tightened painfully as she swallowed him, sucking him in with the force of a vacuum, her wet throat slowly closing over every intimidating inch of his long cock; his poor, sexy baby struggling to breathe around his girth as she crammed him down her windpipe.
One thing Hinata Hyuuga wasn’t, was a quitter.
His toes curled when her lips and nose met his groin, her tongue flicking his dangling balls.
Now he was the one struggling, he was the one desperately gasping for breath. He rocked his hips in short strokes, groaning long and loud as her throat contracted with each trigger of her reflex, every gag contracting her saturated walls around the massive cock lodged in her airway. He bit his lip again as he reached a new deep throat record, his mushroom tip marking a new depth, the farthest his dick had ever been down her esophagus.
He pulled back abrupt, lungs heaving, the urge to fuck lashing his spine.
He lifted her to her wobbly legs by the hair, aroused and impatient to fill his favorite place in the universe; her tight little cunt.
His keys were lodged in the lock.
He turned them, ravaging her mouth as he worked on the mechanism, keenly aware that his pants was at his ankles, his dick was covered in saliva and his naked ass cheeks were catching every stray wind. He crowded her through the door the moment it opened, yanking his pants up enough to avoid tripping over the bunched fabric and slamming the door behind him.
She reached for him again, but he was over it.
He swept her up and over his shoulder, stepping out of his sweats and shoes as she giggled that high pitched, intoxicated trill of mirth.
He nearly took them both down as she cupped his cheeks, snorting, “your booty’s sooooooo cute Naruto-kun.”
“Oi! Get your hands off my ass, pervert!” he chuckled.
She burst into laughter, but left his butt alone.
He shook his head, amused and scandalized by this eccentric woman hard liquor had revealed.
The trip down the hall was short, he nudged his door open with his foot, then made a beeline for his bed. He tossed her down on his double wide, her cute squeak equal amounts adorable and arousing, then pulled his orange sweat shirt from his body. He held it up, searching for and finding the telltale damp spot of her orgasm.
His dick ached as he took in the waterworks darkening the fabric, before feasting his eyes on his pale skinned girlfriend clumsily stripping to her birthday suit.
Kneeling on the mattress, he toss his shirt away, then helped unsnapped the plain white bra holding back her large breasts as she yanked her dress over her head and sent it flying to the floor.
He reached for her panties and froze…
She hadn’t just moved her dress out of the way on his back…she’d ripped the crotch of her panties right at the crotch. They torn ends lay uselessly against her glinting sex, their uneven snip the equivalent of waving a red flag at an enraged bull.
He blew a fuse.
Unadulterated lust roared to life in his groin, his mind blanking to everything but pounding her pussy into oblivion.
He reached for her, tugging her by her arousal dampened thighs, tumbling her none too gently to the bed and yanking her legs up and over his thighs. Blood pounded in his veins, the scent of her sex filling his nostrils with the delicious aroma of her previous orgasm. Lifting her hips and tucking his cock at her opening, he forced himself inside her sopping cunt, fighting for his place inside her cramped confines.
Dull fingernails gripped his hips, her arched throat turning ruby as he stretched her wide.
He leered hungrily, staring hard at their joined bodies, watching as his cock disappeared inside her pink folds, coils of pleasure and male satisfaction erupting when her nether lips kissed his groin.
He set a hard, grueling pace, giving her no time to adjust, drawing cute little gasps of distressed ecstasy from her plump lips. He spanned her tiny waist with his big hands, caressing her soft doughy flesh before latching onto her love handles as he punished her pussy with the deep drags of his cock.
She was gushing already, coating his length in fresh fluid, dripping on his bed sheet below.
He bent, catching her nipple in his mouth as he hammered away at her gushing sex, feeling orgasm beating at his dick with each hard slap of their groins.
She screamed beneath him, spewing that f-bomb like she’d been using the word her entire life.
“Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes! Fuck me harder! Ohhh!”
It sounded so fucking filthy coming out of her mouth, his innocent, gentle princess turned vulgar pornstar. She dirty talked in the midst of passion when she was sober too, but not once did she utter anything remotely close to profanity.
He liked both versions of her.
His chaste Hinata that made him unbearably horny with her PG-13 sex talk and this foul mouthed vixen that made the word ‘fuck’ sound even more filthier than it already was.
A wave of sensation flooded his body, battering him from all sides, warning sounds that his end was on the horizon. He gained his knees, folding her legs back and spreading them wide, fucking her furiously as his balls tightened. The bead screeched, his headboard banging his frantic tempo against the wall. Hinata’s shrieking suddenly pierce the air, ringing in his ears and echoing off the walls.
She arched, babbling nonsense as she milked him with desperate pulls of her happy kitty.
Drowning his dick and splashing his groin in liquid passion.
“So fuckin hot, baby,” he growled, snapping his hips relentlessly, powering through strangling contractions and the remnants of her tsunami.
He closed his eyes, thrusting hard and brutal, jarring her spasming body beneath him, cranking the volume of her squelching sex.
She felt so fucking good.
“Fuck!” he puffed, fingers dinging into her hips, sweat pouring down his tanned skin, “gonna cum!”
His world narrowed to the friction at his crotch, the vicious milking of his dick, the slap of his balls on her plump ass, all of it too much for him to take.
Head thrown back, jaw clenched, he lost himself to hedonistic madness.
He arched, slamming their sexes together as he crested, roaring his ecstasy as he shot hot sticky ropes inside her seizing, sloppy pussy.
Quaking fingers slid through his damp locks, gentle pressure pulling his him down to meet her lips.
He kissed her as he shuddered, hard muscles jerking and jumping as her insides squeezed the last delicious remnants of his orgasm from him.
“You cock always feels so good,” she gasped into his mouth, licking his lips, her small form trembling violently, “fuck my ass too, please, I want-”
He kissed her hard, slathering his tongue across hers, snatching the oxygen straight from her lungs. He rose, pulling his sopping cock from her tight pussy, already lining himself up at her rear entrance only to trigger a memory.
He wasn’t that far gone to try fucking her nothing but her natural lubricant.
He turned, fumbled in his bedside drawer for their bottle of lube, flipped the top, squirted her rosebud and rubbed his pussy juice glistening cock in the viscous gel. He tossed the container, and tucked his head tip in her lubricated crease.
She moaned as he forced himself through the tight ring, her face flushed, eyes closed, sweaty fingers fisting his ruined sheets as he tunneled deeper. Panting hard as bliss squeezed his dick, he gathered her knees, yanking her legs together as he sank through tight muscle, her closed legs leaving her asshole unbearably tight.
“Fuck yeah…tight fuckin ass,” he husked, folding her knees to her chest, turning her body to the side as he buried himself to the hilt between her plump cheeks.
Contrary to her earlier pounding, he kept his thrusts slow and easy, coating her insides with lubricant, letting her feel every long drag of his thick cock as he prepared her rear end for a more brutal ass-fucking later.
She moaned softly, the blissed out sound ending in a whimper each time he bottomed out.
She was in her own world, eyes closed, fisting his sheets.
She looked so fucking sexy.
Torso slightly twisted, opposite her folded legs, pink tipped tits gently bobbing in time to her heavy panting, dark hair plastered to her glistening skin, swollen mouth parted in a silent sound of pleasure.
She looked like she was in the best kind of agony, enjoying the bite of pain of her stretched rear end.
“You like getting your ass fucked, Hina?” he asked, picking up his lazy pace, bringing both their nerve endings alive.
“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely, trembling uncontrollably, “I love it, I love it, I love it…”
Her snug channel squeezed him, punctuating her chanting praise.
“I love fucking your ass, love watching your cheeks bounce, ‘ttebayo,” he muttered, turning his baby blues to her jiggling flesh, before snapping his gaze to her face, “does it hurt, baby?”
“Mmhm,” she moaned, flexing her insides, “hurts so good…” she whined, reaching for him, “harder.”
Liquid lust pooled in his groin, excitement sweeping through him, turned on that his cute little masochist was ready for her ass pounding. He pumped his hips, working up to a more forceful pace, watching her face to gauge how hard she wanted it.
She was an open book in the heat of passion, drunk she was an open book beneath a magnifying glass.
He leaned over, dwarfing her petite frame, hooking her outer leg and ramming her ass hard enough to shake the bed.
Her mouth opened wider, though not a sound left her throat. He thrust again and again, slow but powerful, her pale globes rippling on impact. He stirred his hips, then thrust harder. Her dark brows crinkled and her head began to thrash as he worked her over, settling into a stead push and pull.
She reached for her hair, tugging the inky tresses before returning to claw at his sheets, whining pathetically, her little hole contracting. He quickened his stroke, deepening his thrusts, jarring her roughly as her lubricated asshole began to tighten. Sweat dripped down his chin, plastering his short locks to his forehead, burning eyes. He blink the fluid away, keeping his lewd attention to his churning girlfriend, watching for the signs.
A sudden inhale shook her body.
She shrieked, face contorting.
There it was…
That was the expression he was looking for, the little spine arch he was waiting for.
He slammed his groin against her buttocks, throwing his weight behind every thrust, plowing her ass with ruthless abandon. She reached for him, clawing his shoulders, then smacking the meaty as though she were tapping out as he ravaged her body. She reached for the sheet again, screaming his name before reaching for him again, clawing at his biceps, raking his skin red as the force of her climax thundered through her.
He hissed bliss between his teeth, kissing her throat as ecstasy caught hold of him too.
Slamming his eyes shut, thrusting as hard as he could, Naruto braced against his third orgasm of the night. It him deeper than any of the ones before, robbing him of breath and sanity, sapping his strength like a goddamn vampire as his balls emptied painfully.
It fucking brutal, but God was it so fucking good.
He let himself fall, half on her, half on the mattress, his body convulsing harshly, echoing the rhythmic pulls of her ass still wrapped around his softening cock. He lay basking in the after glow, gulping oxygen as his chaotic pulse dropped to a steady hum.
He kissed her shoulder, releasing a harsh breath before lifting himself to gaze down at her face.
Hinata lay daze eyed and panting, trembling like crazy, massaging his dick with her insides, sexy wreck he was proudly responsible for.
He kissed her mouth, smooching her gentle and lovingly as her body calmed.
He rose moments later, pulling her plump cheeks apart to watch his cock slide from her asshole, trailing semen across her bottom cheek. He stroked her back as she came down from her sexual high, enjoying the sensation of her jumping muscles as white cream dripped from her flexing hole.
He chuckled ruefully.
Who would have thought this was what he’d get with drunk Hinata…
Her teary gaze met his, then drifted down to her self-proclaimed ‘favorite food’, her little pink tongue darting out to wet her lips
This woman was going to be the death of him…
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Laters!
Sessakag~
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