Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto.
The Perfect Girl
Don't get him wrong.
He always thought of Hinata as the most beautiful person inside and out. She's sweet as sugar, nice, caring, adorable, cute… you get his point.
Took him some time to see that she's his person, but as the saying goes: Girl falls first, guy falls harder. Any case, he had to prepare for a war at not even 17, so cut him some slack.
Her body was something just Kami could've molded into perfection. Delicate neck, dainty shoulder, big breasts, small waist, wide hips, long legs, cream-white and soft skin.
And don't get him even started on her face. Her perfect upturned nose, her full, pink lips, her opalescent doe-like eyes and the constant blush adorning her cheeks…
She was perfect in every aspect.
But…
Yeah, there is a but. Hear him out before wanting to rip his head off! That's Sakura's job, so please sit down.
Okay, he's just gonna say it once to get it out of his system:
Post-pregnant-Hinata was just something entirely else.
He didn't know he liked chubby until he came across chubby-Hinata (don't tell her that, she'll juuken him to unconsciousness... maybe not after all, we're still talking about sweet, adorable Hinata, but whatever).
Anyway. Teeny-tiny Uzumaki Hinata (yeah, he's proud to call that goddess by his last name), in chubby-version was like divine. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Something ethereal. Like that girl dancing in the waterfall. The one he came across on one of his missions with his now-wife and dogbreath. He's still trying to figure out, by the way, why that dance seems so familiar nowadays.
He could go on and on and he'd still come up with a mile-long list of adjectives to describe her beauty.
And right now, he couldn't help but to enjoy the little show Hinata was putting on for just his eyes to admire, not even knowing that he was ogling her while she ran in and out of their bedroom to get dressed for today's get-together with their friends.
She rushed from their bedroom to their adjacent bathroom to their dressing room (in that order), Naruto just observing her coming and going, and watching her plump ass jiggle in this orange lacey thong that barely covered her clean-shaved pussy.
He could still make out his handprint on her right ass cheek, which he gave her not even two hours ago. She refused to put ointment on it, to calm the stinging. She knows her hubby likes to see who owns that butt. And Naruto wasn't about to complain.
Anyway, back to the topic on hand, he lied there, on their big king-sized bed, which they bought as they moved in their new home, getting drunk on Hinata's new acquisitioned curves, while sipping on his lemon water, Hinata lovingly prepared before their lovemaking. Sheets and pillows perfectly arranged, like just Hinata could make them look like.
Did he tell you that he was the biggest fan of Uzumaki Hinata? No? Well, now you know.
She let him rest for a while, as he played with Boruto the whole afternoon (not that it was a chore, he loved seeing him giggle and smile) to tire him out before the long evening that awaited them. Hinata knew that Naruto always went all out, when it came to his son.
His wife hurriedly came out of the bathroom with her damp hair in a towel, and several things in her hands, which covered the sight of her perfect tits, to his great annoyance. If she could just lower her arms a bit, Naruto thought, he'd be able to get a peek of her bare boobs. After all this time together, he still couldn't get enough of them and seeing them in all their glory always put him in a good mood.
Hinata was talking to Ino on the phone, holding it in between her ear and her shoulder blade, so to not let it fall, babbling about flowers for an event which'd be held by the Hyuga clan for Boruto.
Yeah, his sister-in-law and father-in-law were so enamored by Hinata's and his son that they went to such great length as to organize Boruto's fifth birthday. And we're not talking about years. No. But five months.
Hyugas were so weird, he concluded.
Who holds such a great event for a toddler who's always sleeping, anyway? The boy is happy with just putting Hinata's hair in his mouth, munching on it as if it were his pacifier instead.
He's low maintenance until now, except for his appetite of an Uzumaki (Hinata included in those Uzumakis). Naruto still wishes the boy would inherit his obsession for ramen. But preggy-Hinata ate so many burgers (this new thing they sell in town and which he finds as disgusting as tasting Ino's and Sakura's baked goods), that he's pretty sure the boy and him won't get as many ramen-dates in the future as he wishes they would.
"Guess they won't be thrilled upon hearing that." A sigh escaped Hinata's small full lips, her dainty feet walking up to her side of the bed. She put the laundry basket full of Boruto's rompers down, before starting to fold them expertly, while still on the phone.
Finally, he could get a view of those perfect melons, they call breasts. They were beautiful. Round and big and soft and absolutely not sagging as his wife might think they do.
Hinata was totally focused on Ino's and her conversation, or so it seemed. He knew better than to be fooled by her little innocent act. He knew that she knew that he was eating her up with his gaze, imagining how he could make her scream with just a stroke of his tongue on her clit, if it weren't for her just taking a shower.
He knew exactly that she enjoyed being the victim of his perverted thoughts.
He'd told her more than once in those last two years how much he worshipped her body and how that didn't change a bit since she gained that soft and chubby tummy, and those even more delicious curves (*cough* boobies; *cough* ass).
Why else would she taunt him with her gorgeous body if not to make him hot for her?
No one would ever believe him if he told them the sweet ex-heiress of the Hyuga clan was such a seductress. Not that he ever thought of disclosing such a thing to others.
No, that was their secret and he'd kill before anyone knows about that.
No one should picture his wife the way he does.
Petty? Again, no. Protective? Yes, definitely. Jealous? Maybe a tad too much. Apparently, the town's people still didn't get the notice of her being his baby's mama. But as Hinata just had eyes for him, she was totally oblivious to those indiscreet eyes following and ogling her around the village.
Sometimes, he'd ask himself why on earth this beautiful person chose him. Naruto knows she asks herself the same question as to why he chose her, even though it's obvious why he did.
She's not loving him because of his accomplishments, but he likes to think that's something that makes her knees get weak, knowing her husband is the strongest being on planet earth and that he could make the whole country burn if she just asked for it (notice to himself: not good for his reputation as future Hokage, so don't do it, Naruto).
She loves him for just who he is. And that's the thing. Why would she love a loud-mouthed, slow idiot who let her wait that long? She loved him for so long, being content with just watching him master his goals, that he felt so utterly selfish. He could never make it up to her, though she says that he never had to in the first place. She always says that he makes her feel like a queen each and every day and she couldn't ask for more than Boruto and him (a second child is already in the making).
Sometimes, it's killing him to remember how stupid he once was and how much he must've hurt her by unintentionally ignoring her feelings. Though, once thing's for sure, even if she'd confessed earlier on, his thirteen-, fifteen-, sixteen- or seventeen-year-old self wouldn't have believed her. Because how could someone like her, a real princess, be in love with him, a mere peasant next to her? (Again, Hinata would scold him for saying such a thing.)
Maybe it's sad to know that her confession, the only confession he ever needed, couldn't have make him see his worth at that time. If someone had told him, after the fight with Pain, that sweet, little Hinata just confessed to him, he would've laughed it off as a joke.
He didn't even know what love meant, back then.
And he was loved. Loved by his friends, by his senseis, by Tsunade, and especially by Ero-sennin, and still is today. But no one ever told him those words. And being hated for years and rejected by the villagers, the word "love" seemed such a complex subject, he just couldn't grasp at the time.
He first needed to love himself to know what it meant. In order to love her wholly, the way she deserved it.
"I'm hanging up now, Ino-chan…Yeah…Uh-huh…Okay, we'll see each other tonight…Okay…" Ino never knew when to shut up, Naruto thought as he watched Hinata giggling into the phone and making faces that made him laugh in turn.
"I'll tell him that you said that, no worries... I promise I relay it to him the way you said it, pinky promise, Ino-chan…Okay, bye." She finally hung up, letting a long sigh escape her lips, a satisfied smile adorning her beautiful face. He loved to see her this happy. Making his heart skip a beat, every time her eyes landed on him. Bringing out that mushy-mushy side of him.
His eyes followed her every move as she approached him on all fours, making her self comfortable on his lap. Naruto still sipped on his lemony water, watching her in awe as she tilted her head to the side, exposing her delicious creamy neck to his starved mouth.
His wife had once again that dreamy look in her eyes. The one, she explained, she got when he had this cute expression on his face.
They both tried to get into each other minds, as they just stared into the other's eyes, not saying a word.
Hinata finally kissed him slowly on his lips. Just a peck, to make him come out of his thoughts and he did, putting his drink down to grab her thighs, and giving her a longer kiss in turn. One that always let her be a stuttering and blushing mess.
He savored her minty taste as their tongues moved in a perfect synchronized dance. A moan escaped Hinata's lips as his hands wandered off to her ass, massaging the flesh he so adored. Her skin was so soft, and with that extra-fat, it made her even more irresistible.
"Naruto-kun…" The breathy way she pronounced his name, just incited him to let his hands explore once again her sexy body, straying to the underside of her perfect tits. His fingers barely grazed her skin, that goosebumps rose on her flesh.
He rolled her right rosy bud between his thumb and index finger, making her wrap her arms around his neck. Hinata tried to stifle her moans, knowing Boruto was still fast asleep in the next room, but unable to stop her husband of giving her pleasure.
Naruto smiled into the kiss, absorbing his wife's silent cries. She was so hot, he couldn't bring himself to stop touching her.
Hinata could always make him lose focus, especially if she was naked. He absorbed her sweet lavender scent, licking that one spot under her ear that made her always arch her back and lean into him. Her breasts were squeezed against his chest, giving him a perfect view of her plunging décolleté.
She was such a beauty, seeming so innocent behind that blush painting her cheeks a soft pink and those glassy lavender-tinted eyes that just screamed love when she gazed into his eyes.
"Ahhh-" Her face contorting in pleasure, she hid in the crook of his neck, giving him now a perfect view of her plump peach ass.
One hand of his wandered off to her hip, encouraging her to rub her pelvis against his. He was just about to insert a finger in her wet cunt when their sweet (and annoying) boy started screaming in a way just Boruto could.
Naruto let out a sigh, leaning his forehead against his wife's. That baby had a talent for disturbing their sexy time. It was as if the brat knew he'd stole his mom away for just a moment.
"I make it up to you tonight, Naruto-kun." She kissed his forehead, stroking his cheek. And he knew she'd make up for it as just Uzumaki Hinata could.
She put on one of Naruto's shirts, the black one with the Uzumaki swirl on it. It fitted her mid-thigh, hanging over one of her shoulders and he just took it as one more provocation from her part. Did the woman not notice how she affected him in every way possible?
The towel she used for her hair was long lying on the floor, her long strands up in a loose bun now.
If he squinted his eyes, he could still make out the orange lacey thong she wore right now, the one he picked out when she, for the first time, took him in a lingerie store.
"Stop staring, Naruto-kun and please get ready. I was ordered to let you know from Ino that she won't accept any explanation for being late. You know that she thinks it's because of you and your pervy mind." If only Ino knew… She turned around one last time, sending him a kiss before disappearing in Boruto's playroom, where he also took his naps.
"Yes, ma'am." He shouted loud enough for her to hear, chuckling to himself as he thought about what just happened. His son was just like him. Always craving Hinata's attention.
Such a mama's boy.
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