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Hands Tied	By : InTheMist032000 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 15603 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This was originally uploaded on FFnet, but it got removed almost immediately. I finally took the time to upload it here - enjoy!
This is pretty much entirely smut. Smutty smex and all that stuff you guys know you love. I'm going to keep my little shout-out here to Apex Soldier and Solvdrage over on FFnet. Thank you two, again, for the warm welcome. You guys are awesome, and hilarious. Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoy my conversations with you. You two deserve a fiercely strong, if not slightly inappropriate, glomp. And yes, I just showed you my gratitude in the A/N of a smutty PWP ;)

Hands Tied

手は縛られる

She wasn't exactly sure how she had gotten herself into this. Only she knew exactly why.
Naruto was notorious for twisting people's words to suit him, or taking entirely metaphorical words literally. She should have known better than to play into his hand, feeding him just what he needed to go off the deep end and pull a stunt like this. Still, she felt it was a little extreme, even for him.
"Alright. Love me," he smirked. She wasn't looking at him, but she knew it was there. Proudly gleaming on his face, boasting to the world how he had seemingly caught his wife in a lie - though, it really wasn't, and even though he had taken her so literally, and followed through with this little 'test' of his, it was still true and she still could.
She could love him with her hands tied.
Though she didn't say anything about behind her back, he had taken the liberty to assume she meant that. He was very cunning. No one gave him enough credit for that.
She turned her head to the side and glanced up at him with her left eye. There was that smirk. She could never get enough of it, or understand how it seemed to affect her in the most unlikely of ways. Even now, after a year of marriage.
Last week had been their anniversary, and she had given him an extremely detailed love letter to express herself. Even though she had managed to get over her stuttering and fainting spells around him, it was still extremely difficult to talk about her feelings for him, in the depth that she wanted to. She couldn't believe herself, even after marrying him - a fact that sometimes had her feeling it was all too good to be true, and she had to be dreaming - how something that was now so obviously clear to him still managed to embarrass her, thus her idea to compose a letter.
She was so proud of it. Of herself. She had been so raw with her feelings, and at the same time, managed to keep it light enough for him to understand all of it. She knew getting too poetic with him wouldn't work, and that's when she had thought of the perfect metaphor. In times of dread, despair, or war, she would always love him. Because she could love him with her hands tied. She had loved him so much, for so long, it became second nature to her. All time had done was make her grow increasingly fond of him, and every day she wondered to herself how it could be possible to love him any more than she already did. But somehow, she did. With every moment, every kiss - with every second she spent in his presence - she loved him more. Leave it to Uzumaki Naruto to find it absurdly intriguing - particularly the 'hands tied' portion - and want to see how far he could push her. He seemed to enjoy testing her limits. All of her limits. Unfortunately for her, her love knew no bounds when it came to Naruto. She was positive he would be able to get away with anything. The thought was nearly distressing. Even more so when she considered how often she would go along with his pace, more often than not enjoying his experiments. And she would probably enjoy this one too.
A single thought occurred to her then. How far could she push Naruto? It had never occurred to her before. Because she was so caught up in him and his attentions - more than happy to do anything with him - that she never realized that, surely, he had to have his own limits as well.
She studied his features then, soaking in every possible piece of information about him in the moment. He was confident. Terribly confident. Overconfident. She had to stop herself from smiling. He would never expect a retaliation of any kind. Not from his sweet, obedient little Hinata. In fact, he was probably expecting her to blush in embarrassment, ask him to untie her, and win. Well, she would just have to use this opportunity then. She would show him just how obedient she could be... as she simultaneously tested the limits of her beloved Naruto.
She was on her belly, her hands tied behind her back. If anything, she supposed she should be grateful that out of anywhere to do it, he had tied her up on their bed. Though a part of her still couldn't believe he'd actually done it. However, there was a positive to be acknowledged. Their bed was the perfect height for her to come face to face with the lovely area that was between his hips. If only he weren't wearing those ridiculously bright orange pants of his. But, she noticed something that had her biting her lip to prevent a grin from breaking her face. While most people sometimes forgot to zip up their pants, Naruto sometimes forgot to button them. A small smile managed to twist its way onto her lips then, and she inched forward. She would just have to take advantage of that.
She missed how his eyebrows scrunched in curiosity and question. She missed the way his eyes widened in realization when her nose nudged the suspicious bulge in front of her. She enjoyed what she could see of his face when she looked up, using her tongue to maneuver that pesky zipper into the unyielding hold between her teeth.
"H-H-Hinata! What're you-" he was cut off by the sensuous, dragging clicks of the zipper as it passed over each groove. She would do it slowly, let it sink in fully, and enjoy the way his eyes darkened in a whirlwind of incredulous hunger, and praise - which she would have to say was her favorite. She loved to please him, and if she could do so as she was teaching him a lesson, well then, she simply had to be a genius.
Her eyes snapped to her handiwork. Now, how would she... Hmm. She nuzzled the bulge once more with her nose. Only this time, she had done so in the hope that, somehow, she would free the growing appendage from its imprisonment behind the green cloth. For some reason or another, even with his favorite color being orange, Naruto only had boxers that had some form of green on them. She never truly understood it, though she figured it had to do with his liking frogs. Of course, then that begged the question why he chose his boxers, of all things, to indulge in the connection he had to them, but... well, she would have to mull over it later.
A groan met her ears then, followed by a hoarse, raggedy, "Hinata..." It was simply music to her ears.
Feeling encouraged, she tried nudging it free once more. When that didn't work, she ran her nose up along the confined body part, in a not-so-subtle way of telling Naruto to free it for her. Assuming from the increasingly irregular patterns of breath, and the stance that obviously meant he had no intentions of moving, he didn't get the message. Letting out a puff of breath quickly - in what was nearly a huff of exasperation - she decided to make her intentions just a little more clear.
In a moment like this, she was happy that Naruto wasn't the most tidiest person in the world. He never seemed to button that opening in the front of his boxers. She had to smile again - wondering what the problem with him and buttons seemed to be - but not complaining, before sliding her tongue through the opening, greeting the heated erection on the other side with an experimental lick. She'd never done this with him clothed before. It made her feel extremely adventurous, and slightly naughty. Actually, very naughty. Adrenaline surged through her veins, her blood rushing to a very distinct region of her body, heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't believe how excited she was. She'd barely done anything to him yet.
She gave him another trial lick, trying to gauge whether she could possibly maneuver the hardened flesh with her tongue as well. It wasn't until now that she began to truly struggle with the imprisonment of her hands. All she wanted to do was tear off those pants, follow up with those darned boxers, and take him into her mouth. It was frustrating how she couldn't seem to get to him fast enough. To that part of him. But she would. Eventually, she would, because she was going to show him how very true her metaphorical words were. That even if she hadn't meant them to be entirely metaphorical, they would still be true. She would never stop proving herself to him.
To her surprise, and total approval, the appendage soon sprung out, as if her meager infiltration and minor prodding had been all it needed to break free. Flushed, she gave the rosy head a light peck - a small show of gratitude for its cooperation. The heavy panting, and completely strangled response to her actions were all she needed in approval. She smiled once more, glancing over her partner-in-crime quickly, before swallowing the tip, sucking the heated flesh into her mouth. Greeted by the masculine taste - and nearly overwhelmed by how much she was succeeding - she moaned, the vibration of the sound making those incredibly darkened blue eyes roll, eliciting a hissed, "Fuck."
She loved the variety of sounds she could solicit with her mouth. They only furthered her determination and arousal. Surely, she would have felt even more encouraged, even more elated, had she seen those wonderful eyes as they rolled closed, but she was entirely focused on the task at hand. Or, at mouth? As her pink lips passed over more and more of the length, her tastebuds being treated to the sultry pass of flesh, she wondered how her friends could possibly hate this.
Whenever the topic of sex came up with her female friends, she would always sit quietly and listen politely to their words. Almost immediately, they'd begin to complain about their significant others wanting them to go down on them. Honestly, Hinata was more than surprised to hear how vehemently they refused to do so. The first time it came up, she had swallowed her embarrassment and mentally countered any argument they came up with. Mostly because of the fact that she simply loved doing it. There was something about the empowerment she was rewarded with each time. How the realization that he was all hers washed over her with every lick. How he would caress the back of her head, just like that, as if pleading she never let go. How he would writhe against her, and she would hold him back as if she were teaching him a lesson in patience. Her brow furrowed in minor frustration. She couldn't possibly do that now; push on his hips, and keep control over how fast he bucked them. His stamina carried over in more ways than one, after all. Well... she would just have to be creative.
She began wondering how she could possibly hold him back, releasing the protruding body part with a salacious pop! Her tongue pressed flat against the base, licking a languid stripe up to the tip, in which she flicked the slit there. She loved that part the most. Likely because he responded most favorably to her ministrations there. She glanced up, flicking at that sensitive slit once more, and drank in the sight of his tossed back head, adam's apple bobbing with every attempt to swallow the accumulation of saliva. Because, certainly, he was salivating. Why wouldn't he? His innocent little wife lapping at his erection, tied up on their bed? Perhaps the sight had been too much, so he had to throw his head back. And now he was trying not to drown in his own saliva. But, that just wouldn't work. He had to look at her. Watch her. How could she show him if he wasn't looking?
"Naruto," another flick, "Naruto-kun." She was briefly alarmed by the playful, sultry tone of her voice. She could hardly recognize it. But at the sight of those wonderful, desire-heavy eyes, she swallowed as much of him as she could.
"Ah!" He twitched against her throat, and she hummed in praise, earning another abrupt, "Shit!"
She couldn't believe how turned on she was. The grip on the back of her head tightened, tangling in her long hair, slightly pulling. Perhaps it should have been unnerving, how much she enjoyed it.
And just as she released him, intent on going through her previous progression once more, he pulled her hair back suddenly, forcing her to look up at him, causing the muscles in her neck and upper back to strain from the unnatural angle.
"Hinata, you..." His words broke, undoubtedly caught in the tumultuous whirlwind of sensations coursing through him. With a ragged exhale of heat, he pulled harder at her hair, attempting to speak again, "You... bed."
She tried reading his mind, to decipher his hoarsely spoken command, but came up blank. She hadn't a second longer of contemplation before he had released her head entirely, her head falling onto his excited flesh, before he shifted himself away. She felt his weight sink into a spot on their bed beside her, her body gravitating towards him. She strained her neck, trying to see as much of him as possible. She noticed he had shuffled his pants off - not finding it in herself to care to see where they may have fallen - and he was suddenly missing his jacket and shirt as well. She saw a certain, familiar tremor pass over his stimulated body, almost a shiver - the sight of which only added to her own anticipation - and she could practically feel how terribly overexcited he was.
At the realization of where things were going, a ring of heat whipped her abdomen, coiling through her like a snake. She couldn't stand how excited she was. She needed more. So much more. He probably wanted it just as much as her, so much so that he just couldn't move fast enough. He was tormenting her. He was like a person trying to run and kept getting caught in the rug. She couldn't take it.
Uzumaki Hinata was a woman of incredulous patience, but those familiar coils of her exhilaration significantly dulled it. She could feel her patience morph and simmer under the pressure of that warmth lodged in her belly, spreading and filling her insides in a cloud of heat. And then she was being pulled up and thrown back, her back and tangled arms meeting the soft sheets covering their mattress. She bit her lip, as though that would contain her overly zealous excitement, and glanced up at her nearly ravenous husband. His eyes were wild and fierce, baring into her like a beast would their prey. She loved when he got this way. Because whenever he was pushed to this point, his entire world was focused on her and her alone. Nothing else existed to him. She was everything. She was life and pleasure and release. She could just drown in the attentions of her beloved blue eyed lover. She would never mind it if she one day did. It could only be the best way to go.
And then he was on top of her, kissing and sucking at any part of her his lips met. She could feel his hands fumbling with the zipper of her purple sweater. Something which he was constantly trying to get her out of. He never understood why she wore it all the time. It was the last of her habits she had to get out of. But she enjoyed it, watching him try to figure her out. Watching him try to comprehend why she wore such a bulky piece of clothing, even when it was hot, when she had nothing to hide underneath. He loved complimenting her body, and she loved his compliments. Even when she would politely beg him to stop, because her flushed enjoyment was effortlessly overwhelming, she secretly wished he never would. And he never did.
A puff of air shuddered as it left her trembling lips, coming out ragged as he pushed aside the offending purple material. He stood over her, looking very much like a predator, only coaxing another ragged breath out of her. She started gnawing at her lip when a sinister smirk stretched across his face. And before she knew it, his hands were glued to her mesh shirt, ripping it apart. She gasped, scandalized by the shrill jolt of delight coursing through her veins very much like electricity. This side of him - the part so filled with passion, that it came across as being forceful - was just as enjoyable as every other side of him. She loved it just as much as the side of him that had her heart swelling with love. It just so happened that this particular side of him made other parts of her swell.
That smirk grew more sinister, now with a gleam of satisfaction laced within. He seemed to be appreciating his handiwork, for an amount of time far exceeding her limits of being able to contain that inevitably fierce blush.
"Beautiful," he rasped, breathing the word.
She forced her head back, pushing it into their mattress, avoiding the overwhelmingly wonderful sight of her lover that would surely be her undoing should she continue to look. But then he was suddenly at her neck, as if he were just waiting for an opening, and sucking at her pulse. Her pulse that kept rising and rising. She figured her heart must be beating against all logic. It was pounding in her ears, everywhere, and that glorious mouth was leaving hot, wet trails on her neck, further provoking a rise in her pulse. His right hand skimmed over her body; once, twice, closing around parts of her flesh, searching, before deciding on her breast. The calloused pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple quickly, harshly, and she arched into him, gasping. Something about the way he touched her there, something in which was magical and amazing no matter how many times he did it, sent fire shooting straight to the tips of her nerves. He made her gasp once more, before snaking his hand lower, toying with the hem of her pants. She moaned in approval, and he sucked on the vibrations, murmuring sweet compliments against her skin.
His hand found its destination all too quickly, teasingly rubbing a single finger up and down over the material covering the source of enticing heat. Her voice was strangled, and she couldn't speak. She attempted to call out his name, only managing to gasp and whimper a syllable here and there. He licked languidly along her windpipe, meeting her chin with a light peck. He continued to leave lingering, chaste kisses along her jawline as his right hand pushed aside another piece of material he found personally offensive. Her body jolted and she released a high-pitched, fervent gasp when she felt that sensational thumb pass over an entirely different bundle of nerves. It was a rush of sensation impossibly stronger than when he brushed her nipple in that magical way of his. Any time she had thought that her nerves couldn't fray more, burn more, or possibly feel any more electricity shoot through them, she was proved wrong. He brushed that nub once more, directly, likely enjoying the way it jolted her body each time. Then he did it again, and again, repeatedly, until she was seconds away from escalating beyond her strangled whimpers and moans. She was going to scream. Or go insane. The fire in her blood was spreading, getting hotter and hotter, rapidly turning into molten lava, burning.
And then he stopped. And she panted. Her eyes peeked open, having been closed tightly long ago. She looked at him through glazed eyes, noticing the impossibly stunning shade of blue of his. He was looking at her, and she suddenly realized she could no longer feel his mouth on her heated skin. There was a mystified sort of awe in his expression. One that had her admiring the many emotions he could have on his face at once. She could see the notes of lust and satisfaction. Of happiness and hunger. Need and love. It was breathtaking and stunning. He fascinated her.
"Hinata," his voice was incredibly hoarse and ragged, full of lust, but softened with love. "You're unbelievable. So beautiful... I want you so bad. Right now."
The tremble that passed through her heart was unlike anything else in the world. He wanted her. And she wanted to give him anything his heart ever wanted; back then, now, and forever after that. Before she could even nod or respond in any way, her pants and underwear were being taken off of her in one piece. That blush refused to leave her skin, but at the notice of Naruto's flushed cheeks, she was no longer self-conscious. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. In the blurred frenzy of a hazy mind and fast pace, she was suddenly hovering over a stark naked Naruto lying back on the bed, with a lecherous, giddy smirk on his face.
She was shocked at the new position she found herself in. It was rare she was ever on top. But for some reason, he loved it whenever she was. She pouted then, realizing he took advantage of her tied hands to force her on top. She looked down at him, mentally sighing at how happy she was at seeing him so happy. She could never stay mad, or even slightly upset, at him. Her sidetracked train of thought stopped when his hands latched onto her breasts, playing with them and squeezing. He looked happier than he did whenever she surprised him with a home-cooked serving of ramen. She couldn't help but feel insanely flattered and let herself sink, getting lost in the delighted, happy feelings dancing in her heart. However, her shifting and lowering of herself had her come into contact with the very excited, extremely hardened, throbbing member of her loveable husband.
His hands were instantly on her hips, his short nails digging into the flesh there. His grip was painfully tight, though for some reason only added to her increasingly elated pleasure. She was immediately intrigued by his reaction and shifted again, resulting in an even tighter grip. She enjoyed her new sense of power, straddling over his erection, as she watched her writhing husband underneath her. She decided to flex this newfound sense of control, and maybe he would even learn something. She rolled her hips over him, teasing herself just as much as him, feeling that swollen head of flesh just barely touch her most sensitive areas. She had rarely ever been on top because she would always be far too embarrassed or uncomfortable being not only exposed, but the one in control. Usually, it was a mix of both. But now, she was a bit thrown by how much she kind of liked it. Kind of really liked it, actually. Loved it maybe. Perhaps, maybe, it was because there was a sort of balance to it all. She was on top, but her hands were tied. She couldn't do much, but she could still make him writhe so wonderfully. And she was still wearing her jacket, and technically her shirt, even though the parts he wanted to see were exposed.
She never once stopped looking at him, her heart swelling at the beautiful sight laid out before her. The way his chest heaved and caught whenever a particularly strong wave of lust clouded his eyes. Which were just so beautiful. His eyes. Those wondrous pools of dark blue, seemingly sinking deeper and deeper as though they were a representation of the very depths of the ocean. It was all too much for her senses, and she needed more. She was increasingly feeling exceedingly empty, her muscles of entry throbbing to near painful extremes. It was all too much for her to feel at once, and she bit her lip. Her head felt heavier, swimming in lead. She needed release. Freedom from the haze that fogged up her mind and drove her insane the longer it lingered.
She pressed against the tip of her love's throbbing appendage, it slipping in with surprising ease, and she could feel it. That delirious need for more. More. A drawn out, delighted groan of relief stuck in her throat as she sank, lower and lower, guided by his hands, feeling more and more complete with every passing inch.
"Oh my God, Hinata, you're sucking me in," he grunted. Breathlessly, he repeated, "Sucking me in..."
His eyebrow pinched, and she watched through half-lidded eyes his lips morph into nearly a snarl. He was panting heavily, trying to hold himself back, and she couldn't keep her eyes open when she finally sat fully on his lap. It was wonderful, how fulfilled and complete she felt. She felt like she was in a dream, all a haze, yet distinctly beautiful and bright. She relished in the moment of completion a second longer before rolling her hips, letting herself ease into the stretch his member always gave her.
He had other plans. With his hands still on her hips - and strength she found impressive, admirable, and undeniably a turn on - he lifted her almost entirely off of him, only to bring her down once more. Both their heads shot back, a choked cry escaping them. She only wished she could have seen his reaction, undoubtedly pushing his head into the mound of pillows beneath him. She loved to watch his progression of expressions leading up to the moment of release; how taut his features would become, tightening much like the coil in her belly. They always seemed to be in sync with each other, and she was mesmerized by it every single time. But she didn't think she'd be able to watch her favorite show this time around. It was all too good, too new; too much of an exciting venture into their sexual world, that she couldn't focus on anything other than her tightening muscles, the fire in her veins, and that delicious erection pushing against wonderful things inside of her with every thrust, twitch, and squeeze.
Her mind was spiraling with erotic thoughts and sensations, flooding her in desire and heat and more, more. Her body started moving of its own will, ignoring any command other than keep going. She couldn't stop herself, even if she tried, and his hands never stopped manipulating how fast she would meet his hips. Faster, faster, they kept moving together, making use of every movement, every gasp. Every mewling that left their throat, mixing together, becoming their surroundings, their environment, no longer distinguishable who was who. It felt magical, the heat dancing along in her belly, sinking deeper and deeper into her core, tensing and tightening in delightful ways. She was losing her mind to it, the sinking heat of desire. More and more, faster and faster, until the single added sensation of his release sent her over the edge, overwhelming her very much like the suddenly trembling, rigid man beneath her. Her body never stopped bouncing until the fog and weight in her mind completely lifted. Her entire being instead being washed in a wave of peace, engulfed by a whole other cloud of sorts.
She fell to his chest in a panting heap of content, letting herself swim in the sensations of the aftermath. Lazily, Naruto reached around her and undid her bindings. Her arms fell over his, dropping to the bed on either side of them, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. He reached underneath the clothing still partly covering her, and embraced her warmth.
"Naruto...," she whispered, feeling seconds away from slipping into a wonderful, deep slumber.
"I love you, Hinata."
The peace in his statement, and genuine affection lacing his no longer hoarse voice, had her smiling uncontrollably. Sometimes, she felt overwhelmingly happy over how her life seemed to have fallen into place.
"Naruto...," she whispered again, this time feeling the energy to reach a hand towards his cheek. She looked up at him, still smiling, as she caressed a single whisker mark. "I love you, too."
His hands traveled up her back, tickling her ever so slightly, and pushed the remainder of her clothing off of her left shoulder, straining to remove the bunch on her right. She looked over, as if she would be able to see anything, and shrugged her shoulder to help him, ceasing her loving caresses. He succeeded in his thorough stripping of his wife, and tossed her clothes carelessly off to the side.
She sank into the mattress over to his right, mourning the loss of their connection, body still pressed against his. She let her head rest on his shoulder, shutting her eyes in their moment of serenity. His arm was wrapped around her, resting on her waist, while their legs mingled. She smiled nonchalantly as she recalled their most recent activities. Her eyes opened then, suddenly feeling sullen, and slightly miffed, when she realized he likely didn't learn anything she had hoped he would. Because in the end, he had gotten exactly what he wanted. She didn't feel so tired anymore.
"Naruto," she ran her hand gently along his left shoulder, watching as little bumps rose on his tan skin, "You get away with too much."
Naruto looked at her, a spark of hilarity dancing in his sapphire eyes. "What are you talking about? I don't get away with enough."
She pouted, looking him in the eye. "I meant with me."
He smiled then. A smile that meant he knew what she was saying was true, but wasn't going to indulge her in letting her know he knew. He didn't say anything, instead bringing her hand into his, watching their hands close around each other.
She felt just a little helpless. How could she ever win against him? She took one more fleeting look into his eyes, melting at the adoration swirling within them, before glancing at their entwined hands. He had wonderful hands. They had the uncanny ability to make her feel overwhelming loved and safe with just a single touch. His thumb started passing over hers, and she sighed.
"I think I should tie you to the headboard."
The thumb stopped. Almost instantly. She would have smiled, if she didn't think it would send the message that she was anything other than serious. She felt his intense, baffled stare.
"What now?"
"I should tie you to the headboard." She looked at him then, pleased by the incredulous look she was receiving.
"I'm sorry Hinata, I think something's wrong with my hearing. I could have sworn I heard you say you want to tie me to the headboard."
"No, you heard right," her brow creased, as if to frown along with her lips, "You've been a bad boy."
It was increasingly difficult to hold back the smile that threatened to break her cover. She had to get her point across, but she wouldn't be able to do that if he kept looking at her like that. She was having a terrible amount of fun, and she briefly wondered if this was how he felt whenever he was trying to push her buttons.
"But... why would you want to do that? That's not nice."
"You tied me up."
"But not to the headboard."
"You still tied me up, though..."
"But you liked it, right? And you proved me wrong." A silly, almost perverted smile adorned his lips then, "You were incredible."
A blush threatened to overtake her, but she wouldn't back down. "And now it's your turn..."
She could see, as if it were written all over his face, that any and all rebuttals he had had prepared suddenly vanished. "What?"
She playfully stroked his leg with hers, resting her head in the crook of his neck, glancing again at their hands. She smiled then, liberated by the fact that he wouldn't be able to see it, and started to run her thumb along his. She wasn't going to answer him. She had to stop giving him the answers all the time. Otherwise, she may as well give up any hope of there being a balance of control in their relationship. And she never gave up. Plus, she rather enjoyed the slight power she had experienced just recently.
"Hinata?" She figured he was frowning now. The thought only made her smile widen. This was really fun. Really, really fun. Was it always this fun?
"Hinata, seriously." She would have to do this more often, if it was.
"Hey, don't ignore me," he whined, tightening his grip on her hand, pulling her arm to his left.
On impulse, she removed her hand from his, sliding it down to and pushing against his chest. She shoved herself up as she swung her leg over his hips, positioning herself on his lap. She smiled down at him from her new spot, absentmindedly toying with the delicate skin near his belly button with both hands.
"What are you doing up there?" He asked playfully, smiling crookedly at his adorable wife.
"You're a bad boy, Naruto-kun. I'm more and more convinced that I should tie you to the headboard."
"But that's not nice. Besides, it won't make a difference. I can still do this." On cue, he thrust up, jostling the petite, voluptuous, very naked, pale woman in his lap.
Her hands instinctively grabbed onto his sides, trying to keep her balance, as she gasped, "Naruto!"
He grinned up at her and crossed his arms over his head, meeting the headboard behind him. "Fine, fine. If you have to, you have to. Go ahead, Hinata-chan."
She was a bit speechless, overwhelming thrilled by his playing along. And then she realized, she had also gotten exactly what she wanted. She did test his limits. A lot. She teased him, just like she had planned to. Perhaps she even went too far with her teasing, turning it into a bit of torment, but... it had been fun. Exhilarating. Watching how he wriggled around in anticipation of what she wasn't giving him right away. How he had actually held himself back, until it was just too much for him to take. And there was no way he could deny that she had proved herself. He had even admitted she was right! So, maybe he did learn something. She would just need to keep it up, so he wouldn't forget it. So that her lesson would be complete. So that she could explore her sudden, insatiable desire to do it again.
"Don't forget you agreed," she warned, trying to sound authoritative. Actually, trying to sound like him. At the thought, she whispered, "Dattebayo," smiling in a self-indulgent manner, enjoying the thrill she received as the word rolled off of her tongue.
His eyes widened in wonder, as his lips morphed into a grin. She bit her lip at his excitement, caused by her use of his quirky term.
She looked over to where he had put the bindings he had used on her, reaching out to them.
She was definitely going to tie him to the headboard.

A/N: Don't ask where this came from. The idea came to me, and I rolled with it. It was too hilarious not to. I have a warped, perverted sense of humor. And I seem to like having Hinata take charge and make the first [sexual] move. But it makes sense. We all know she's a huge pervert, deep down. It's always the quiet ones, after all.
Thank you so much for reading! Reviews are always very much appreciated :)
Sidenote: Firemen are hot. Cowboys are kinky. Why? Because they have rope. But, firemen have big hoses. So, which is better?
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