REDONE thanks to DarkSacredJewelXoX I realized I did a shitty job on the first chapter, and am redoing it to make amends.
The characters are their respective ages if Naruto's like 16, yeah they're underage. He's also slept with most of the girls that you know in the show. Notice I said girls, not women. Sasuke isn't with Orochimaru, the characters are OOC because it's a fanfic, I'll make Hinata a bonified sex-kitten if I want her to be. Ino is a bitch and Sakura is a whiny, needy slut. Enjoy.
'Dammnit. Why does Hinata have to be so cute and blush like that? Why is she even blushing?' He stares at her from his spot on the far side of the bottom step in front of the academy. He's on the opposite side of everyone else, or rather, they're on the other side of him. He sat munching his own lunch while Hinata merely picked at her own. She's sitting next to Kiba as usual, and he's going on about something that he and Akamaru did. Shino almost blends in with the wall. If he wasn't sitting so close to Hinata Naruto wouldn't have noticed him. Kiba tosses a chunk of something that looks suspiciously like a roll of sushi. 'Since when do dogs even eat sushi?' He sniffed at one of his onigiri, then glanced back over at Hinata. She looked like she had snatched her gaze off of him. He fidgeted and wished he didn't, as he felt the food he was holding smoosh onto his fingers. "Shit!" He cursed himself. 'It's like she only blushes when I look at her. Hell no! Wishful thinking baka, don't bother getting your hopes up.' He sighed at thinking of how pathetic he must be, about how pathetic he was. 'If only she would think of me, only me. Has she ever thought of me besides: Oh there's Naruto, I wonder why he bothered to come to school today?' He sighed for the ump-teenth time during lunch hour and crammed the sad looking onigiri into his face before he packed his supplies. He took one last glance at everyone eating on the stairs above him. Sakura and Sasuke were sitting together. 'I guess they're fucking this week.' He almost laughed at the thought. He'd slept with Sakura before. But she pretended he was Sasuke. He saw Shikamaru laid back, chewing on what looked like it could be just a plain bread roll. Chouji sat next to him, two lunchboxes sat near him, it seemed like he was enjoying Shikamarus lunch. Ino sat by Shikamarus head and kept glaring daggers at Sakura and batting her eyelashes everytime Sasuke glanced in her direction. Lee wasn't even eating anymore, his box was empty already, and he was jumping around yelling something about stretching his legs, and warming his muscles for training. Neji just looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Tenten sat loyally by his side, complaining about Lee being too loud. He bit back the bile rising in his throat. 'Why can't everyone be that friendly to me?!' He quickly snatched his bag and stalked away from all his classmates.
'I know he was looking at me! Wasn't he? He was! Right?' Her mind fought itself trying to choose a side. 'I'm not just hoping. Why would I be hoping? I probably was just hoping. What's he mad about?' She was grateful to have something other than that little battle to think about. 'I know I heard something. Did he seriously... growl?' She watches as he huffs and shoves what looks like a neglected piece of onigiri in his mouth. Then he glares at a few people above him, but doesn't spare another look at her. She looks away from him quickly, not wanting to risk getting glared at too. Then she hears his sandels scuffle and a rustle from where his bag is. She risks a glance at him again, only to see him walking away. Alone. Again.
He stomped off towards the swing near the rear of the academy. The swing was always there, when he was sad, or alone and wanted to cry, or just when he was tired. He let his pack fall to the ground before he sat with the seat between his legs. He grabbed one of the ropes hanging from the tree and rested his forehead on his knuckles. 'She's really pretty. I can't believe I didn't notice that before I left to train with Jaraiya. Then I could've come back and had a claim on her. Wait. Claim her? What the fuck am I thinking? She's not some prize at the carnival.' He thought this over. 'Actually, no. Everyone is just like that. I mean, all's fair in love and war right? No... All's fair in lust and war. That's better.' To Naruto, there was no such thing as love. Sure you could like someone a lot. But not love them. 'Even if I had made bonds with her when we were younger, she wouldn't want me. That has nothing to do with me wanting her though.' He thought, as his face twisted into a sick grin.
She knew he was that kawaii, innocent, lolita type of boy. He was growing, that was easy to see. Hinata could tell he was somewhere between teenager and adult. 'Even if I could get closer to him, I can't handle anything leading towards that.' She thought. She could never understand it completely. How do you look at the other person anymore? How are you supposed to trust the other person that much? Besides, She's always been told that if she didn't wait until she was married then she'd be nothing but a disgrace to her family. She'd made it simple, just don't let anyone come anywhere near doing that.
He loved how her voice was so soft that when she spoke it was almost a whisper. And when she yelled she had such a light voice. 'I wonder if I could make her scream and moan.' His cock got hard thinking of all the things he'd do to her. He looked at his dick, but was also sorting through many fantasies while the hot water from the shower fell on his lower back. He'd gotten curios once and measured his cock, 5 1/2 inches soft, 7 hard. He thought it was a good size, well proportioned for his body. He imagined what it'd feel like to knot his fingers into her long smooth hair and yank. He thought of how she tried to hide the face that she was second in breasts to Tsunade by covering them in her baggy clothes. No matter how hard she tried though, it was always easy to see that they were hinted at under the jacket. He grabbed his cock and squoze a little, being sensual was a waste of time. He groaned and began pumping, he didn't want to take his time, he could last a long time if he wanted to, but he always got impatient. He could get horny off of imagining Hinata doing just about anything. Sometimes the things he thought of got him so horny that if his dick could talk it's probably be like "If you don't beat off right now I swear to fucking god I'll make you cum right here, right now!" But masturbating or finding a quick fuck was something he didn't care to pass up. After about eight minutes of furious pounding and squeezing he came. And came. And came. Almost to the point of wondering if he'd ever breathe again. He sank to his knees and let the warmwater clean his body. But the water did nothing to spruce up his filthy thoughts of the sweet, blushing, beauty.