NHL18: One shot NaruHina lemon written by me with credit from SocialSuicideGirl. Hope you all enjoy.
She wanted it. He knew she did. But he wanted it as well as she did. With the kids at Sakura's and him finally getting a break from work, he was nervous. He had barely spent any time with her since he became Hokage. They were just sitting there-on the golden leather couch of theirs. She wasn't looking at him, but he knew she wanted to. He hated not being there, but he felt that having a family means bringing money into the home so they wouldn't be poor like he once was. Tensions between husband and wife were becoming strained. They haven't hadn't had sex since his second child came into the picture, and she's four now.
He let out a disappointed sigh. He was angry with himself. He knew damn well, him not being there for his family was killing her. To have to deal with not one child, but two children who are as hyper as he once was- was putting so much weight on her shoulders and he hasn't been there to help. He wanted to touch her, to let her know that he's here now, but he also knew that the next day, he'd be gone again, way before she or the kids could wake up and to see him leave. He always got up so damn early. Always packing himself some instant ramen and leaving the house before the crack of dawn. He hated coming home the exact same time he leaves in the morning. He hated not seeing his children playing around the house. Hated not seeing his wife cook dinner. He hated all of it. And since this is his day off, he wants to spend it with his wife. But, he also wants to make sure he spends it the right way.
She started to knit, and he knew that she wasn't going to strike up a conversation once she started knitting. She always gave whatever she was knitting, her undivided attention. The urge to just grab whatever she was knitting and throw it down aside was killing him. "Hinata," he whispered to her. She didn't look up, she just continued knitting. He could see the hurt on her face. That look would send anyone to feel like they lost a war they had nothing to do with. "Hinata, it's my day off, can you just stop knitting for one second and look at me?" He desperately wanted her to just look at him. He wanted to see those lilac lilac-colored eyes. He wanted to see her pink lips, wanted to see her smile. But, she just closed her eyes and sighed.
"It's just hard to Naruto-kun," she admitted. He felt so hurt, broken, and lost. But, he knew she felt just the same every time he failed to come home. "Please, I just want to see my beautiful wife," he said in a hoarse voice. Her eyes opened. It took her a while to finally look at him but, she did. He could see the pain written all in her eyes. She tried to hide it with a smile. She was still so beautiful and all he wanted was to just hold her and never let her go. He was staring at her for so long, that he was able to get a real smile from her, followed by a blush. He hasn't seen that blushing face of hers in years.
She licked her lips. "What?"
He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling- his teeth flashing. "Why do you have to be so damn tempting?" With a groan he cupped the sides of her head and covered her mouth with his. At first his kiss was soft, persuasive. Then he circled his arms around her waist and pulled her close, opening his lips to drink her in. She dropped whatever she was knitting and gave in. She had been longing for this kind of attention from him for a very long time.
With a moan, she lay back on the sofa and pulled him down with her, pushing her breasts against his powerful, strong chest. She loved how he felt in her arms. The strain of his hard firm back and powerful shoulder muscles beneath her palms, the intense heat that warmed her, when she could never get warm on her own. She sighed, lost in his kisses. He moved his lips down her jaw, her neck, below her ear. She wanted more. Slipping a hand between them, she cupped him through his pants. A groan escaped his lips as he went to the hem of her shirt. She took his hand, removing it from her shirt as she stood up. He was confused. Did she not she want this anymore, didn't she want him? The thought of her not wanting to have sex with him, made his heart clench.
She made her way over to their bedroom and closed the door. He wasn't sure what was going on, but be didn't like it. Hinata has had never refused making love before. He briefly wondered if she had found someone else, but he told himself that was impossible. He saw a hand come out of the door, beckoning him with her finger to come to her. His heart was pounding through his chest as he slowly walked over to their bedroom. Once inside, he could've sworn his eyeballs bulged out of his sockets. She was standing there, naked, looking sexier than ever. It had been years since he'd seen her naked flesh exposed to him. His eyes greedily swept over to her beautiful body, her big breasts catching his attention.
He was about to grab reach for them when he was stopped once again.
"Clothes. Off."
He wasted no time in doing so. As he was undresseding, he was watching her. Watching her stroll over to their bed. Watching the sway of her hips and her bottom jiggle. He was ready.
She laid on the bed and waited for him. God, how sexy she looked just nonchalantly laying there completely exposed, waiting to be ravished by his hands and his hard male flesh. He walked over to her, a smile planted on her pretty lips. Now on the bed, she let her head rest on the pillow and closed her eyes, waiting for pleasure to take over her small body. He was finally able to touch her. He grabbed ahold of both of her breasts, not wanting one of them to feel left out of his caresses. He bent down and took one perky nipple into his mouth. He knew Hinata was very sensitive to the touch, so he knew she was going to respond to that, and sure enough she did.
"Oh, God," she said, the words were breaking up as she gasped, her back arched.
He smiled. He couldn't talk, but talking was overrated when he could suck and lick and tease and taste. It was all he could do not to just lift her legs and plunge into her, but that would end things too quickly. He wanted to wring every last gasp and moan out of her before they were through. Or maybe the next time he'd stretch things out, because he didn't have a lot of time to maneuver in here. Not when every brush of his cock against any part of her body nearly crippled him. The condom. It was right on the nightstand. Too far. Way too far. But he wasn't about to let the hard, sweet nub between his lips go.
He swung his hand in the approximate direction of where the condom should be. The sound of glass breaking didn't even make him blink. He just moved his hand up and down until it landed on the foil packet. In a swift motion, he slipped the condom on. He gently slide inside. Once he was inside of her, he wanted to stay as long as possible. She made a noise. She parted her thighs at his touch so he could move up in closer. Her beautiful hair was spread across the pillow, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling faster and faster. He kissed her lips, then moved south. Kissing. Licking. Nibbling. Inhaling. He didn't realize that he'd pulled out of her until he found himself all the way down to her adorable belly button, but her scent drew him further.
Burying his nose into her trimmed V, he smoothed his palms over the astonishing softness of her inner thighs. His tongue worked its way into her cleft, the slightly sweet, pungent tang of her an aphrodisiac all its own. It made his heart beat faster to find her already swollen, her clit moist and plump between his lips. He flicked his tongue over the swollen nub and felt her body jerk up. He flattened his tongue as he began to lick from the moist opening of her vagina, up to her clit. Her grip on his hair tightened as her breaths became broken and shallow as her back arched and she was giving him more of herself. Inserting one finger at first, he began to start pumping into her, watching for her response as he inserted another.
"Naruto-k-kun, mmah!" Her back kept arching and kept relaxing repeatedly as he was pumping pumped her tight hole with his fingers. He bent down and started to flick his tongue on her clit and suck on her folds as it went back to her body. He felt her insides tighten around his fingers and knew she was coming a second time as her thighs pressed against his head. Looking at him with her an unfocused gaze, she commanded, "Now," the word carried away by her exhalation. "...please."
He lifted her legs above his hips and entered her in one long push. The sound she made was half gasp, half cry. He'd had to bite back a whimper because it was the most perfect moment in all creation. She was hot and wet and tight and all his. He stayed there for a moment, struggling to regain his breath, gathering what little control he still had.
Then, she moved. Just enough to squeeze him, and all hope was lost. He balanced himself above her so he could see her face. Her eyes. Her lips were parted with her panting, and when he started moving in and out, he could see her teeth and the way her forehead wrinkled. Hear her ragged low moans. Her hands fisted the comforter and her legs gripped his waist. The humid heat of their breaths mingled in the small space left between them. He'd felt her come. Now he wanted to see it. Feel it from the inside. One palm spread flat on the bed, her knees separated widely enough for balance and motion, he used his free hand to change the angle of his cock as he entered her. One degree at a time. Out, then in. Holding back was going to be a problem soon, but he needed to know, to feel when he was rubbing her in exactly the right way.
There it was. More than an octave higher, her cry was accomplished by a tension that ran from her bared neck to her inner walls.
Now if he could just hold out until after she climaxed once more.
Time blurred as he forced his eyes to stay open. Watching her face, her body, the way his thrusts moved her hair, her breasts, it was like conducting his own private symphony, and he could already feel the beginning of his orgasm forming deep and low. She began to tremble. No more sounds came out of her open mouth. It was a race to the finish, and he lost. It was the best defeat he'd ever suffered. Every molecule in his body took part in his release. His eyes shut and his face contorted with intense pleasure. He knew she'd come only when he was able to breathe again.
A spasm squeezed his poor, exhausted cock. Next time, he'd hold on longer.
Her eyes opened as she felt him coming out of her.
He was drenched with sweat, but then again so was she. He took the condom off further away from her body, tying it off and throwing it in the trash. Two kids were enough. He wasn't going to cause her to have to take care of three kids when he was barely home to help take care of the two they already had. She watched him go into their bathroom and she took that chance to get dressed.
Appearing back out, he saw her dressed into black spandex pants and a lilac shirt.
"I was hoping we could at least cuddle," he said as he went to pick up his own clothes.
"We still can," she went over to their bed, which was drenched with sweat as well.
"It belongs to us, so it shouldn't be a problem," he told her as he went under the covers. She followed suit as she cuddled in closer to him.
"I'm sorry, Hinata," he whispered to her as he cradled her, bringing her closer to him. She didn't speak - that let him know that she knew what he was talking about.
"Its just that, you never check up on us Naruto-kun," she admitted.
He closed his eyes. He didn't know why he didn't. He felt like a sorry excuse for a husband and a father. He was so caught up in bringing money into the home and working hard, that he couldn't even spend quality time with his family, . He knew that Boruto was taking it the hardest. How did his son manage to be smarter than he was? Himawari is was too young to even understand what was going on.
"I will, I promise, and you know I never go back on my word."
She lifted her head up to meet his eyes. She then kissed his lips and placed her head on his chest.
"I know you will. Because that's your ninja way."
"No, its my Hokage way. My husband way. My father way."
She laughed and yawned.
"My guess is, I won't see you in the morning," the answer to that was easy. He didn't answer it.
"I'll still love you even if you were away for years Naruto-kun. My love for you is everlasting, never ending. Always will be."
He couldn't help the tears that were falling from his eyes. Tears of joy, love, and forgiveness. He kissed her forehead and heard her soft breathing. She was asleep at last. Good. He didn't want her to know he was crying.
He let out a sigh of relief. Hinata was a gift. The fact that he wasn't able to know it a long time ago, made him want to jump off a cliff. But, he knew he shouldn't worry about the past. Hinata is his, and his only. As long as he has her and his family was enough. He promised himself that he wouldn't have them suffer any longer. After all, he is the Hokage.
NHL18: Thank you once again SocialSuicideGirl. Thanks for reading!