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Good Morning	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 1516 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Good Morning
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Prompt: Cafune/Wake Up Next To You

Good Morning

Yanked abruptly from a hazy revere in which he’d just broken a new world record at the beloved wooden table of Ichiraku’s eatery and subsequently crowned the king of ramen, Naruto awoke with a long, tortured groan, a deep grimace contorting his handsome features. Bleary baby blues stared up at his bedroom ceiling, squinting against early morning light peaking through his curtains as his sluggish mind worked overtime to make sense of the sleep disturbance. He lay drowsy and dazed for several seconds, torn between the dream realm still clinging to his perception and the disorienting reality of here and now.
He felt…strange.
Tired and excited, as though his limbs were weighted by cinder blocks but at the same time, like he was sprinting at top speed.
His heart was pounding against his ribcage, a fine sheen of sweat coating his skin.
A surge of stimulation rocked his nerve endings, forcing his eyes shut and a rumbling growl from his heaving lungs.
Holy shit…
Struggling to catch his breath and retain what little sanity he had in the wee hours of the morning, Naruto tried his best to put the brakes on the storm brewing inside him. He was blasted again before he could brace himself, this new wave of feeling drawing a harsh curse from his lips.
Squeezing his closed eyes tighter, Naruto inhaled a sharp breath between clenched teeth, big sweaty hands fisting the sheets below as his muscles strained.
The answer to what had roused him from his sleep suddenly made clear to the drowsy male.
He wasn’t fully awake, not by a long shot, but he was acutely aware of how aggressive, how merciless a whirlpool he was about to fight.
Its heat was scorching.
Its gravitational pull mind-blowingly powerful, holding him captive within its lascivious grip.
His spine arched, blond head thrashing on his pillow as its sloppy wet force whipped his body into chaos.
“Fuck…”
This wasn’t the first time he’d woken up this way.
In fact, it was a very common, weekly occurrence, and even though he’d been through this a hundred times in the last two years, it never seemed to get any easier to endure.
Hinata’s mouth was a destructive force of nature, in more ways than one.
Fierce suction lifted his hips from the mattress, the rapturous sensation driving him dangerously closer to climax. Either sensing he wasn’t ready to or wanting to prolonging his sweet torment, Hinata loosened her torturous lips, slowly calming the burgeoning eruptions waiting in his tightly drawn balls.
He swallowed hard, sucking in oxygen like a drowning man breaching.
Fuck…
The better she got, the greater his challenge.
And as his throbbing mushroom tip sank further down the welcoming warmth of her esophagus, as a cute as fuck button nose he’d know anywhere touched his groin, as hot saliva dripped a lewd rivulet down his aching sex, Naruto knew this was going to be his greatest one yet.
Gentle fingers traced the strength of his thighs, then molded the shape of sac, melting the inside of tightly clenched abdominals and scattering the half baked thoughts his struggling brain had been trying to form. He wasn’t all that bothered by the impromptu emptying of his skull. What the hell was there to think about in the midst of a blowjob at six in the morning anyway?
He could speculate on what good deed he’d accomplished in his life to be blessed with a girlfriend addicted to his pleasure…
Or contemplate how in the world anybody, let alone Konoha’s princess, thought milking his dick for sustenance in the early hours of dawn was a treat rather than a chore…
But it was waste of energy to try and unravel the mystery of Hinata’s craving for his body.
As mystifying as her bottomless ocean of love for him was.
He had never been anyone’s everything, never been meant the world to someone, and somehow, someway, that’s exactly what he’d become to her.
The sun in her sky.
The air in her lungs.
The broth in her ramen. Or maybe he was the noodles? Or was he more fitting as the naruto topping he was named after?
Her nose touched his groin again, lingering longer this time, her throat undulating around his length, before reversing course in a slow, wet drag that curled his toes.
Fuck…
Noodles, broth, naruto, it didn’t fucking matter right now.
He couldn’t fucking think straight.
Ruminating on any of this was too complicated on the best of days, half asleep and fighting orgasm was hardly the best of times to wax poetic about her feelings and his worthiness of them.
Instead he let his mind absorb the heady sounds and sensations of enthusiastic fellatio.
He zoned in on the fierce squeeze of her greedy mouth, felt his ardor grow as sloppy slurping filled his ears, bliss turning his veins molten each time she swirled her head and fondled his balls in tandem. Her pace was a cross between slow relish and ravenous feasting, as though she couldn’t decide if she wanted to savor him like a popsicle on a blazing summer day or devour him like his throbbing sex was the first proper meal she’d had in years.
No wonder he couldn’t form a coherent thought.
And he was done trying to.
Content to be sucked senseless, the drowsy blonde propped himself on his elbows to watch his own personal porno.
She was bunched up and nestled comfortably in the cradle of his long legs, her own knees spread and cushioned on their mattress, rear end sticking straight up in the air, just begging to be spanked cherry. Inky ropes of navy blue tresses pooled over her slender shoulders, his narrow hips and the rest of their bed at large. Her thick lashes were ebony crescents against her flushed cheeks, delicate features bathed in carnal hunger, shiny plump lips stretched to capacity around the intimidating girth of cock, big titties swaying as she worked him over.
She was a drooling mess in his lap, an adorable little bundle of lush, feminine beauty.
He reached for her bobbing head, tenderly stroking through dark hair, humming his bliss. Loving the glide of her silky strands flowing through his fingers, loving the wet slid of her tongue on his cock, loving the lazy pace of her suckling; adoring absolutely everything about Hinata Hyuuga.
He threaded his fingers through her bangs, pushing them back and letting them fall before returning to his soothing caresses, eliciting a soft sound of appreciation from his lover, her purr of contentment sending salacious vibrations through his throbbing length as she engulfed him again. Hinata held a deep enjoyment for this type of petting, and Naruto, ever starved for physical contact, ever eager to please, was more than willing to give her that comfort any chance he got.
He loved how she got all soft and cuddly when did.
Or how it encouraged her to savor their raunchy moments, as it was now.
His cerulean glinted beneath his droopy lids as he watched her savor.
She took him to the back of her throat, sinfully sweet and unhurried, corkscrewing every inch that passed her lips, letting drool run unchecked and for once in his life he cursed his impressive length because he dangled on the precipice of sexual agony longer than he thought he could handle. By the time she mashed her pretty face to his wet groin, he was a trembling mess of stimulated nerves, his once gentle coasting of her hair, now a desperate raking of his shaking digits.
Eyes slamming shut, head listing back, he groaned pitifully as rapture tore into him.
His ecstasy-fueled high pierced only by a single incredulous question, one that plagued him often when he was ramming her tight little pussy in a lust induced frenzy; how in the fuck could something so tiny take something so big?
He’d swear it was magic if not for the very real signs of struggle.
Her soft gagging, the spasming of her body, the trembling gusts of air, billowing from her nose, tickling his tanned skin, dispelled that notion.
Taking his cock wasn’t easy, on her body or stamina, but his voluptuous girlfriend bent over backwards (literally at times) to take any and everything he gave her, today was no different. Never give up, never run away, Hinata applied their nindo to every facet of their life and he’d never been more grateful for it.
She came up for something more sustaining than his throbbing meat, breathing harshly for several seconds, pumping his saturated length several times, then ran her wet lips along his dripping sex.
He barely had a chance to breathe before she was cramming him down her windpipe again, setting a tempo that threw him right back into the calm eye of the storm. Her pace was languid and lazy, coating the entirety of his dick in warm saliva with each pass, letting him feel every fleshy corner of her moist cavern, pausing between cheek-hollowing sucks to pay his slitted tip extra tongue twirling attention.
Muscles locked, pleasure wreaking havoc on his insides, Naruto returned to threading his fingers through her long silky mane as the nasty guzzling in his lap took him right to the gates of nirvana.
She paused abruptly, raising her hands to cover his, squeezing his until they curled into fists, hair caught in their grip.
She grabbed his wrists and bobbed her own head, then paused again.
He was confused for only a second.
He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but there were some things he took to naturally.
Sex was one of those special categories.
He took the voiceless reins she offered, using the grip she gave him to slide her up and down his cock, it was incredibly erotic to have free reign to move her the way he wanted, to control how much of his massive length she had to swallow, how long she’d spend with face smashed to his pelvis.
He felt like he was doing something he shouldn’t be and he loved it.
The power was heady…
Her submission to his will addictive…
His hips rose as something dark and primitive bloomed in his gut.
Tightening his grip, he thrust in earnest.
Holding her head steady as he slow pumped her mouth, thrusting lazily between the softest, wettest pillows known to man, struggling not to let his eyes roll as he fucked her moist throat.
It felt so goddamn good.
The wet, gushy feel of her esophagus, the gluttonous suction of her lips, the hot fluid lubricating his way, the seductive noise she made each time he stretched her mouth…
The whisper soft strokes of her fingers tracing his sack…
Orgasm loomed, beating a insistent drumbeat at the base of his dick.
He rose abruptly, dislodging the pale skinned siren and tumbling her impatiently to her back as he grabbed a fist of shiny dark tresses, and pumped his cock like a piston.
Sweat slick, navy strands stuck to her saliva glistening chin and rosy cheeks, Hinata looked the part of slutty seductress.
Filthy in a way that made that dark sensation in his gut spread.
He wanted her messier, to shower her in the smut living in his dirty mind.
Lungs heaving, excitement rising, he tilted her head up and towards him, lining her beautiful face with the weeping tip of his dick. Her own chest huffed and puffed, fat titties jiggling obscenely, beckoning his touch. Unraveling his fingers from her hair, he squeezed one, then the other, then coasted his rough palm along her delicate ribcage. He stroked the slight pudge of her belly, pleased she wasn’t trying to hide it from him for once.
Having spent nearly the entirety of her life as a Konoha kunoichi, his lover was comprised of lithe strength, and yet, in sheer defiance of that harsh upbringing, retained a soft plushy outer shell.
She was soft all over.
Breast, thighs, ass, tummy and he absolutely loved it.
He loved that she was soft where he was hard, that her body yielded where his did not.
Hell, he wouldn’t mind if she added a few more pounds here or there and was offended that Hinata would rather shed twice as much. She was constantly worried about her weight and looks and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why.
He had no idea what an ‘hourglass’ figure was until the first time she took her clothes off for him.
With such a destructive form, he truly didn’t get how she could ever feel as though she were lacking or rather, carrying too much in any of the many, many, arousing areas on her petite form. She was a goddess amongst mere humans, sex in the flesh, but let her tell it, one would assume she had less appeal than Tonton.
It was baffling to him.
He indulged another pass of her stomach in defiance of her skewed self image before trailing down her bare pelvis, searching for her slippery button only to find her fingers had beat him to it.
He exhaled a harsh breath through his nose.
He hadn’t been able to hear the sopping melody of her slender fingers playing with her wet pussy over the harsh faps of his masturbating frenzy.
But he could hear it now.
Her lust for him, rivaling his own, was loud and clear in the hush of their bedroom.
He quickened his pace, jacking his length faster, muscles straining as pleasure clawed his insides.
The knowledge that she was horny from naught but the sucking of his dick was a rush he didn’t think he’d ever get used to. Reversing course, he reached for a strawberry tipped mound instead, flicking the tip the way she loved before giving it a strong tug.
She gasped, arching her spine for more sensual abuse, pearly depths lighting when he gave it to her again.
She was so damn responsive, seemingly in a constant state of arousal whenever he was near because there wasn’t a time in which he reached for her that she didn’t burn hot for his touch.
He hissed a breath, the steady build up in his groin surging abruptly.
He reached for her hair again, his grip hardly gentle, the excitement coursing through him making his motions a bit jerky as he tilted her head up the way he wanted.
Their eyes met for the longest of seconds and he read the comprehension in hers.
She knew what he was about to do.
That he planned to defile her in the most base of ways.
Not a hit of disgust or censure passed her face. Instead, she parted her plush lips, showing him her little pink tongue, a silent plea for him to coat the wet appendage in his thick semen.
It was too much for him.
He stroked himself fast and hard, groaning low and long as he lost it.
Orgasm blasted him, locking his muscles, turning his blood molten, ecstasy detonating so hard he could barely keep his eyes open.
He refused to let them shut, wanting to see her painted in his cum, to watch the white creamy streaks of passion coat her ivory skin. Eyes closed, mewling her own delicious end, Hinata lifted her chin for the hot spray, humming approval as the first thick rope of ejaculate decorated her waiting tongue. He struggled to fill his lungs as the next found a home across the bridge of her pert nose to her rosy cheek, before it even settled, a third layer sprayed her bottom lip and chin.
Shuddering as strong jets tapered to a sluggish dribble, he pressed his sensitive head inside her open mouth. Twitching as he played with the wet orifice, sliding through hot saliva until his cum ran down the corners of her lips.
He stared hard at the mess he was making of her pretty face, completely enthralled with the filthy act.
She never looked more beautiful than when she was wearing his milky brand.
A flat out lie, he was always randomly struck by her attractiveness in different situations and he constantly proclaimed it was her most beautiful over and over again, but in that moment of sexual high, it was one hundred percent true.
He sighed contentment as she polished him off, swallowing his thick load before sucking gluttonously at his tip for the precious few droplets left, sending him into uncontrolled spasms with each merciless, wet pull. He stroked his clean hand through her damp bangs. Petting his love into her silky mane, soothing her through the descent of her own climax, finally letting his eyes slide shut while he basked in the afterglow.
When the quakes stopped, when he felt spent and drowsy, he opened his eyes, immediately finding hers.
She was just as replete, boneless and content with his semi-soft sex resting against her glistening lips.
“Good morning, Naruto-kun,” she whispered hoarsely, looking innocent and filthy with her soft doe eyes and his cum on her face.
Hope you all enjoyed!
Happy NaruHina month!!
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Sessakag~
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