Disclaimer: No, no, I don't own Naruto, I just write fanfictions.
Author's note: My apologies for taking so long updating; I must admit to procrastinating. I see we've got some new reviewers out there. Hi, good to meet you, please enjoy this next installment!
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Rain splattered noisily on Sakura's bedroom window. She looked upon Naruto's jacket, strewn over the chair in front of her vanity, and thought of poor Naruto without it. Had he gotten caught in the cold downpour outside?
He might get sick...
Sakura was ashamed of herself for flickering so suddenly to Naruto after tasting Sasuke's spiky rejection only the night before, but she was honest, and didn't pretend not to know why she was so upset. She didn't like to admit it, but she had been a bitch to Naruto, and now she found herself regretting it.
Had she no shame, after all?
What if she was only attracted to her other teammate out of desperation? That would be pretty fucked up... was Sakura really that bad a person?
No, she wasn't, she wouldn't let herself be. What right had she to fancy him, anyway, before even making up for all of her mistakes? That would be kind of audacious, right? Crazy girl, it was probably too late, anyway.
...But Sakura really liked that jacket.
It was warm after him, and he gave it to her... he was cool. A far better person than she was, and just as good as Sasuke...no, now better than him, too. He was the almighty Naruto!
And she was ashamed again, for putting him on a pedastal.
She really was scandalous, not braking at all, rushing into a crush on Naruto.
...Why?
Truthfully, even though she shouldn't, even though she should still be hanging her head for her late pride, dead as of yesterday, Sakura wanted to have a crush on Naruto. She wanted to like him.
...Why?
She might have only been distracting herself from Sasuke at first, but then Naruto bloomed. He was cute, attractive, handsome, sexy...?
No, no, no! Another pedastal!
She caught herself testing the boundaries of her infatuation, ripping them away, actually.
She was shameless, and now shallow.
But, she found herself rationalizing, It's only natural to be attracted by one's appearance. It happens all the time... it's normal! And then you get to know that person...
She suffered a pang of guilt as she recalled ignoring Naruto.
But she wouldn't ignore him, anymore.
She strode across the room and flicked down the light switch, pouring darkness over her room. By the moonlight, made watery with the rain washing down the window, she found her bed, and sunk comfortably into its softness.
She closed her eyes. Now it was time to forget, to replace reality with dreams...
Or carefully constructed fantasies, since dreams came with deep sleep, and Sakura was only mildly tired.
Sakura turned onto her right side, away from the window, and searched out specific images in the blackness behind her eyelids. Her cheerful dream kitchen melted into view, and she pretended to hear the sound of stirring in a pot.
Miso soup, perhaps?
And there she was, adorned with a frilly apron, cradling a boulder of a stomach. She savored this for a few moments, her secret desire to have children in general unaffected by Sasuke's rejection.
And then, the door to the foyer opened, and a tall man stepped over the threshold. Large hands came down to undo the boots. Then he placed them side by side, against the wall.
Sakura pretended to surprise herself. She ignored inner Sakura, who was scolding her for daring to return to that fantasy, but she was quieted when the ANBU fox mask was removed, and even she had to admit that Naruto was good-looking.
He smiled suddenly, apparently glad to be home, and dimples dressed his cheeks.
Inner Sakura said nothing more, allowing the real Sakura to indulge herself.
Even if she never imposed upon herself the discipline to go to sleep without these visions, or to go without any daydreams at all, Naruto wouldn't find out what she thought about him, at least not until the right time.
She just had to be patient, and not panic this time.
Sakura never got to the part where Naruto sneaks into the kitchen behind her, on account of the fact that she kept rewinding and savoring the part where Naruto smiled. Cherubs might have flown in accompanied with a choir's singing, it was so dramatic. His smile was bright, adorable, amazing...
And Sakura drifted off to sleep without even realizing it, Naruto's smile melting into a dream.
Naruto frowned.
It was hard to enjoy his breakfast with Konohamaru carrying on in his ear.
"-And that's when Iruka-sensei told us! Can you believe it, Boss? We're gonna be real ninja! Shinobi of the Village Hidden in the Leaves!"
Apparently, he was excited about the upcoming Genin exams.
Naruto recalled his own academy days. Ah...he sunk into the nostalgia of it. That was when he first developed the Sexy no jutsu, when he defaced the faces of the Hokages, when he hog-tied Sasuke... haha, he still thought it was funny.
"Hey, Boss," said Konohamaru, dragging Naruto back to reality. "How was your date last night?"
"Date...?" Naruto inquired.
"You know..." Konohamaru said, wiggling his pinky. "Your date with Hinata!"
"Oh, that," Naruto said, remembering the pepper contest. "It was hot."
"Woah, Boss!" cried Konohamaru. "You're a beast! How far'd you get? First? Second? Third?"
"Uh..." Naruto said, swallowing a mouthful of noodles. "We just went to the restaurant, and then we went home."
"WOAH!" Konohamaru yelled, nearly blasting Naruto off of his stool. "You guys went home?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, how was it?" the boy demanded. "Did you guys make a lot of noise? Is she a screamer or a moaner?"
Naruto choked on his ramen.
"Konohamaru," he gasped, "what the hell are you talking about?"
"How you split those cheeks! What was it like, Boss? You left your jacket at her house, didn't you?"
"Ugh, Konohamaru, you freak!" Naruto wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "You're as bad as Pervert-sennin!"
"Don't be so modest, Boss!" beamed Konohamaru. "You beat it up, right?"
"You shouldn't talk like that, Konohamaru," Naruto said. "Have your balls even dropped?"
He slid the compensation for his meal onto the counter, and then swiveled around to face a white-faced Hinata.
"AH! Hi-hinata-chan!"
Konohamaru snickered.
"A-ano... g-gomen..." She stammered, reddening. Clearly she had chosen the wrong time to approach Naruto today. Walking up behind him, all she heard was Naruto asking his young charge whether or not his balls had dropped. "I di-didn't mean to interrupt."
"It's not what you think!" Naruto cried. "It was all this guy here!" He jabbed a finger at the seat next to him. Hinata's eyes followed the direction of his arm.
There was nothing there.
Naruto realized this, and looked up, mortified. There was Konohamaru, booking away from the scene.
"Konohamaru!" he screamed.
"Sorry, Boss!" he called back. "I'm late for class!" He sped toward the academy, disappearing from sight.
"It definitely wasn't my fault!" exclaimed Naruto, blushing. "It was that little pervert!"
"P-pervert...?" Hinata repeated, raising an eyebrow.
Naruto averted his eyes, embarrassed.
"Um," she began, "I was just wondering..." She trailed off, noticing Naruto's determination to stare at the ground. "I was just wondering whether you've seen my sweater."
Naruto looked up suddenly, the last of the red slowly ebbing away from his face. Their eyes met, and red seeped across Hinata's face again. She looked down.
"...Huh?"
"Well, I left it at the restaurant last night-" she twiddled her thumbs- "and I w-wondered if you knew what... what happened to it."
"Oh, that white one?" He asked, looking away. "Weren't you holding it when we left the restaurant?"
"H-hai," she replied, glancing upward. "B-but I think I m-might have dropped it."
Suddenly, Naruto envisioned Hinata dropping a sweater and bending over to retrieve it. She had been wearing a skirt... what had her panties looked like?
What?
"Um..."
"How you split those cheeks!"
No... don't think of that...! Naruto made a mental note to kick Konohamaru's ass later.
"...You dropped it?"
"H-hai," Hinata answered, looking up. The blond had a glazed look in his eyes.
"Oh..."
"Naruto-kun, are you okay?"
"Yeah," he said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry Hinata-chan, I don't remember seeing it." He looked at her.
"Th-that's okay, Naruto-kun. Thanks anyway." The red was creeping back over her face.
"No problem," He said. "I'll let you know if I see it."
"A-arigatou," she said, turning quickly away from him. "S... see you Thursday."
"Yeah, definitely..."
Naruto watched her walk away, and caught her peeking over her shoulder. She blushed furiously and and hurried into the distance.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and let his feet carry him in the direction of the training grounds. Some more early training wouldn't hurt, yeah... He'd beat Sasuke this time.
"You beat it up, right?"
Argh... Konohamaru, that little asshole... where'd he learn to say a thing like that, anyway? And then just running off to leave Naruto to deal with Hinata... she probably thought Naruto was a pervert, probably thought he was telling everyone how he "beat it up..."
Everything was dark, except for where a square of light was illuminating the room. The moon was bright, shining down on the bed. Two silhouettes stood out against the window.
"Ah... Ah, Naruto-kun..."
"Come on, babe, I know you can go faster than that."
A spiky-headed shadow rose from the dark mass of the bed. The curvy shadow settled on top of him shifted backward to allow him to get up. Naruto raised his hand to cup her chin.
"What, you tired?" he asked softly.
"I... can't keep up," panted the female shadow.
Naruto smirked, his canines gleaming in the dark.
"But I could go on for hours," he growled, his shadow of a tongue protruding to lick his lips. He grabbed her shoulders and switched positions with her, laying her down on the bed. A sliver of ivory skin peeked through the shadows.
"Relax, Hinata," he growled. "I'll do all the work."
He placed his hands on either side of her head and lowered himself, his silhouette melding with hers...
A pain jolted him out of his reverie.
"Ah..." he groaned, looking down. He stopped.
There was a serious tent in the crotch of his pants.
He looked up. Luckily, he was passing the aboned fruit stand, so no one was around.
"...Shit."
Stupid Konohamaru! If he hadn't said all that nasty stuff, Naruto wouldn't have a hard on! Did that kid even understand what he was talking about?
"Well, how was it? Did you guys make a lot of noise?"
In his mind's ear, Naruto heard soft thumping and creaking springs.
"Shit...!" He moaned as his appendage pulsed achingly. How the hell had this happened?
"Is she a moaner or a screamer?"
"Ohhh, Naruto-kun! Ohhhhh...! AH!!!"
It was definitely really hot outside. Naruto wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Sweat.
He definitely couldn't go to training like this. He couldn't even imagine how that was gonna go down. Turning, he decided to go home.
Wait... that would mean walking back through town center.
Awww, maaaan...
What to do, what to do? Naruto began to panic. What if someone passed through the woods? What if they saw him like this?
From the beginning of this whole ordeal, Naruto had been pushing one solution further and further toward the back of his mind, but with no cold streams around and a strong urge pushing it's way to the top of Naruto's tip, Naruto had run out of options.
There's no other way...
No sooner than Naruto allow himself to consider this did he begin to calm down. Yes, he had to do this, he really had no choice. It wouldn't be so bad actually, and he was already so close... actually, he thought he felt moisture pooling on the tip of it already.
He had to hurry.
Naruto looked around, and deviated from the worn out path leading to the training grounds. There were thick trees everywhere.
Good, they'd definitely give excellent cover.
Which one, though?
Naruto ran further into the woods, searching out an adequate spot.
His thing pulsed.
"Ah!" he rasped. Anywhere was good, just pick a spot!
Naruto settled on a thick, heavily-leaved tree nearby. He leaned against it on one hand.
Anxiety and arousal flipped in his stomach.
Unsurely, he looked down. The tent in his pants wasn't getting any smaller.
This was it...!
Slowly, he reached down, and unzipped his pants. He looked around frantically, hoping desperately that he really was alone.
Hesitantly, he lowered his hand into his pants, sliding past the waistband of his boxers.
Heat...
Lower still, his hand met the familiar tufts of his pubic hair.
Soft, closer...
Still lower, his fingertips reached warm skin.
Contact.
Carefully, he lifted himself out of the deep reaches of his boxers. A musky scent rose with the heat.
"Ah..."
His hand closed around his member, and absorbed the radiating heat.
A tiny fraction of the ache subsided, and Naruto let out a heavy breath.
He looked down.
Holding his meat carefully in his hand, he examined it. It was red and stiff, occaisionally twitching of its own accord. Upon closer inspection, Naruto noticed that he had been right; a clear bead of moisture was resting on the tip.
His penis lurched suddenly, and it took a hell of a lot of his will to hold himself back. Instinctively, his hand squeezed the organ and slid down.
"Mm," grunted Naruto, sliding his hand back up to the top. Once it reached the head, it flew back down. Naruto closed his eyes, savoring the clench in his stomach. He blew out of his nose.
"Ah... that's it..."
The hand moved faster, stroking the organ faster and faster. Naruto braced himself against the tree, rooting his feet in the ground.
"That's right, baby..." he grunted, smirking. "Come on...!"
Naruto could have released the pressure at any time, but he found it much more satisfying to let it build up into an unfathomable force. Just a little more...
Naruto's hand pumped furiously, seemingly possessed by some unknown entity. Naruto knew he couldn't stop now if he wanted to, even if he got caught. He was out of control, so he had to ride it out. It was out of his hands, in a figurative sense.
"Oh...sh-shit..." Naruto breathed. It was coming, and when it did, he knew he couldn't stop it. It was creeping, slipping, rushing up his dick, and soon...
Naruto couldn't keep broken groans from forcing themselves out of his throat, but he did his best to control the volume.
"Hot damn!" he whispered. It was almost here, just a little more. He was sweating profusely now, watching the beads fall from his forehead to the ground.
As he indulged himself, he thought of letting Hinata's name out of his mouth. It was on the tip of his tongue, but if he dared speak it, it would definitely be weird. He had thought of her when he got hard, but saying her name would mean... he was thinking of her. Romantically.
Not that there was anything wrong with that, but if he said it, it would confirm that she was the reason for his erection. He wouldn't be able to blame Konohamaru, and he'd actally have to admit that he was enjoying fantasizing about her, which would mean he liked her, which was weird because he JUST started thinking of her in that way today...
Hinata, with tits, big ones, and a toned tummy, and tight pink pussy...
She was leaning back on her elbows with her legs spread wide open. Her soft split peach was swollen and juicy. A soft blush dusted her face... she batted her eyes coyly.
"Naruto-kun... Baby.."
He saw it before he felt it. A white stream splurted out of his dick.
"Woah," he breathed, shuffling backward to avoid messing up his pants. The pressure forced itself out, hitting the tree trunk. After a few seconds, the stream was reduced to a thin pour, and then a weak dribble, like somebody had turned off a hose or something.
Naruto stood leaking for a moment, holding his hand at a distance.
Finally, he resolved to wipe his messy hand off on the tree he was leaning against, covering his palm and pieces of tree bark. With a few more attempts though, his hand returned ninety-seven percent clean. A breeze blew, and reminded Naruto that his dick was hanging out. He deposited the especially sensitive and now soft appendage back into his boxers.
He felt tired as he walked onto the training grounds, but turned his mind toward the training he was about to get into.
As usual, Sasuke was training fervorously. Upon sensing Naruto's presence, He paused. Naruto raised his unsoiled hand in a quiet greeting.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow and watched Naruto walk over to an area a good few feet away, then resumed his training.
Naruto crouched down. wiping his hands on the grass below him while thinking of how he'd train today.
Alas, all he could think of was a nude Hinata on his bed.
Luckily for him, he was spent, so his organ didn't have any energy to get up.
Naruto decided on the only training he could get through his one-track mind before he even knew it. Suddenly, he was surrounded by doppelgangers of himself.
After beating the crap out of about twenty of the clones, he was left with ten. Sasuke leaned against a rail of the bridge to rest, and watched.
"Naruto-kun!"
Naruto looked around, forgetting about the ten copies. Before he realized what had happened, he was eating grass and dirt while the other Narutos dogpiled him.
"Ah, Sakura-chan," he mumbled into the ground.
"Konnichiwa," she greeted, bending over him. He released the jutsu, causing the remaining ten shadow clones to disappear. He sat up.
She held out a hand, and after a moment, he guiltily accepted it.
Poor Sakura-chan, she now had his skeet on her hand.
"Thanks for letting me borrow your jacket," she said pleasantly, helping him to his feet.
"Don't worry about," he said, dusting himself off.
She handed him the jacket, and he accepted it.
Now he felt even more guilty. He was supposed to be liking Sakura-chan, but he had just beat his meat to the the thought of Hinata-chan. He put on his jacket and zipped it up, hiding his muscular shoulders and arms. It smelled like laundry soap.
She had definitely washed it.
"Thanks, Sakura-chan," he said.
"Um, Naruto-kun..." She trailed off, looking pointedly at his crotch.
"What?" he asked. "What is it?"
"...Your fly's open."
He looked down, eyes wide.
Sasuke snickered.
AH! There she was! Just up ahead!
"Hey, Hinata-chan!" Kiba yelled. The Hyuuga turned, stopping.
"Oh, Kiba-kun," she said recognizing him.
He hurried to catch up to her, holding the bundle behind his back.
"Hey," he said, stopping in front of her. He brought the bundle around from behind his back.
"My sweater!" she chirped. "You found it?"
"Actually, you left it on the ground outside the restaurant last night," he explained. "You ran off so suddenly yesterday."
She blushed, and Kiba could tell she was thinking about the kiss. He held out the sweater.
"Thank you, Kiba-kun," she said, taking it.
"No problem," he said.
As she turned he called to her.
"Hinata-chan!"
"Eh?"
He couldn't do it. He couldn't ask her out.
"...I'll see you Thursday."
She smiled, and walked away.
This was getting ridiculous.
Maybe she was too far gone, and there was no way to get her to like him. Maybe he should give up.
It wasn't fair!
That guy, he had no idea how Hinata felt. How could she still like him after all this time?
Kiba could make her happier.
He could bend her over and slam into her over and over until she collapsed. He could make her scream and sweat. And, he could do it all night long.
But she didn't know that.
Hinata was so innocent, so pure, so frail... he might break her if he was too rough.
...But he wanted to.
She didn't know that, though.
There were so many things he needed to show her, so many things she probably didn't even know existed.
She was such a good girl!
Hinata wailed, pushing the bottle as far between her legs as it would go.
"Oh, Naruto-kun!" she gasped. "Harder, Honey, it's okay."
She pulled the bottle, a cylindrical shower gel bottle, until it was almost out, and then with as much force as she could, she thrust it back in.
"Oh! Th-that's it, Honey," she breathed. "Just like that..."
She had been holding it in all day, but finally, she was alone. With Hanabi at the academy, Neji on a mission with Shikamaru and Chouji, and her father meeting with her relatives in a different building of the Hyuuga complex, Hinata had the house to herself, and could wail as loud as she wanted.
She lay naked on her bed, pounding herself mercilessly. In her mind, Naruto was above her, sweating and moaning as he pushed in and out of her.
"Do you like that, Hinata-chan?"
"Oh, yes, very much," she said.
A hand crept over her chest and caressed one of her breasts. In her mind, it was Naruto's hand, fondling her as he made love to her.
She raised herself up onto her knees and reinserted the bottle. Her reflection gazed at her from across the bedroom, flushed and sweating, breathing heavily. She raised a hand and swept her long hair from her chest. She now had a clear view of her chest.
"Do you like them, Naruto-kun?" she asked. In her mind, Naruto continued to fondle them.
"Yeah, they're really hot," he replied. "You're so beautiful, Hinata-chan. I- woah..."
"What is it?" she asked.
"I'm about to come, Hinata-chan..."
Hinata smiled.
"It's okay, Honey, go ahead."
"But Hinata-chan... you're so young. If you were to get pregnant..."
"I guess you're right, Naruto-kun," she said, lying down. "We should stop."
Hinata pulled the bottle out, and paused.
"...Naruto-kun? Honey?"
"Naruto, what's- OH!"
Hinata shoved the bottle back in again.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
"I can't stop, Hinata-chan," he answered. "I'm so close..."
"N-Naruto-kun, please stop."
"I can't!"
"Naruto-kun, if I get pregnant-"
"Then I'll take care of you, and the baby."
Hinata moaned, pleasuring herself.
"Naruto..."
"Please have my baby, Hinata-chan," he pleaded. "I wanna get you pregnant, and take you away from here. We'll get married, and start a family... please, I just wanna be with you."
"Oh, Naruto-kun..."
"I swear I'll make you happy," he said.
"I'll make you happy."
Hinata pulled the bottle out quietly, her passionate whispers echoing back and forth in her head.
No one else was there.
Hinata pulled her panties back on, and reached for her bra.
Would Naruto ever say any of that?
She clasped the bra in front.
...Would he ever do any of that?
Hinata finished getting dressed.
Silently, she scolded herself for masturbating. Naruto-kun would probably be too ashamed to talk to her if he found out. She really ought to stop.
But it wasn't her fault if she felt the way, and it was only natural to make herself feel better...
But she always felt so embarrassed after.
Hinata sighed as she made her bed. She wanted to tell herself that this had been the last time, but every chance she got, she went back on her word.
What a bad girl.