Naruto knew about love to an extent.

He loved his friends.

He loved Sasuke and Sakura of course, like a brother and a sister.

He loved Kakashi-sensei like an uncle, loved Tsunade like an aunt.

He loved Iruka like a father.

And, once upon a time, hethoughthe loved Sakura like a person he could spend the rest of his life with.

And Naruto was oh so wrong about that.

Because what he felt for Hinata now, completely dwarfed those feelings he once had. It scared him, a bit, how much he coveted Hinata, maybe even worshiped her.

Thoughts of her always idled in the back of his mind, whenever he was on missions, or just lazing around. He would return to Konoha, the sun setting, and wonder if he would be able to make it in time to get Hinata one of those cinnamon buns from her favourite store.

He would write down notes for Kakashi, look at his disgusting scrawl and compare it to Hinata's beautiful handwriting and just stop and daydream about her until Shikamaru slapped him on the back of the head.

The way she spoke, soft and gentle, the subtle curve of her lips. The kind of smile she had for him, where her eyes crinkled. Her smell, something like jasmine — he'd sometimes just walk behind her and press his face to her neck, inhaling it. Inhaling her.

Naruto could admit he was head over heels for her, obsessed maybe.

And he was okay with that, could live with that, despite how it felt like Hinata occupied his entire heart, pressing all the way to its nooks and corners.

She deserved all that.

What really frightened him, though, was the sort of feeling he'd get when they'd go to a party or get-together with their friends and he'd see her with Kiba and Shino. She'd laugh, place her hand on one of their arms, smiling up at them.

And of course Naruto knew there was nothing there. Kiba was in a relationship, Shino wasn't interested in other people that way and Hinata—

As much as a woman could be devoted to a man, Hinata was to him.

Despite that, he took her home one day, after he watched her laugh at one of Kiba's jokes, and instead of making love to Hinata, hefuckedher.

Made her tits bounce as he drove into her wet cunt. One of her hands clung to his bicep and the other on his neck, nails digging against his skin as he sheathed himself in and out of her. She tried to keep her legs up on his back, but the force of his thrusts would knock them off and she'd quickly try and scramble them back into position.

He fucked her against the mattress, with the kind of desire to leave a print of her body in it.

And he said insane things, then.

"Mine, you're fucking mine," Naruto murmured against the skin of her neck, lapping at the tendon roughly.

Hinata moaned in agreement, throwing her head back, exposing more skin for him.

Naruto pressed his body down on her, let her feel his weight. Slow thrusts, the kind that grinded his cock against her cervix while he scraped his teeth against her pale flesh.

"Wanna mark you so bad, 'Nata, let them see it on you, let everyone know you'remine."

"Oh!Oh!N-Naruto-kun, please, please!"

Naruto growled before sucking the thin skin of her neck, bruising it.

"You fucking like that, don'tcha?" Naruto hissed, lapping at the bruise, pressing into it just a bit—to make her feel the pain of it.

Hinata whined and whimpered underneath him, sobbing out "Yes!" as she tried to buck her hips up. Tried to get him to fuck her again.

And he relented. He couldn't say no to her.

Naruto readjusted, pushing Hinata's knees so they were near her head, angling his body over and fucking down with harsh slaps of flesh on flesh.

Her cunt was so wet, he could feel it dripping down his cock, against his balls. Hinata watched his cock thrusting in and out of her, her eyes wide and her lips parted.

She sighed and moaned, whined and gasped, her throat and cheeks scarlet red with a blush.

The hickey he left on her neck purpling.

She was sofuckingperfect.

Naruto could feel her cunt clenching all around him, her walls fluttering and undulating. Her thighs and abdominal muscles quivering.

He didn't think, found it hard to, with the perfect warmth of her cunt, with the perfect sounds she made for him. So he just spoke.

"This is mine, Iownthis pussy."

Naruto felt it, the fucking squeeze of her precious cunt, the wetness of it, before Hinata started shrieking.

"Ohgod, ohgod, ohmygod! I'm com—Naruto, I'm coming!"

She was trying to push off him, always so sensitive while she came, but he fucked her through it, let his cock pressed against the front of her walls, where she'd feel the most pleasure, feel most sensitive. He let his cock drive against that spot, over and over, despite her pleas, merciless, until she was coming around him again with a shriek. Her arm falling limp and her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Naruto let go of her legs, let them fall down as he gripped Hinata by her hips with enough force that there'd be purple fingerprints leftover.

And he stopped fucking her and startedusingher cunt. She came twice already after all, it was his turn.

"Your pussy is so perfect for me, 'Nata. Princess. Squeezing me so good. You want my cum, don'tcha?"

She look dazed, fucked beyond belief, he wonder if she even understood him when she whimpered and nodded her head.

"Say it."

"I want your cum, Naruto-kun. Want you to come inside me,sobad."

Naruto's hips flexed as he pounded into Hinata, his abdomen tensing and the base of his cock tightening.

"Whose pussy is this?"

Hinata didn't hesitate. "It's yours Naruto-kun, your pussy."

Naruto groaned, coming with heavy pulses of his cock, filling his beautiful girl to the brim.

"Fucking, precious, oh, fuck, taking my cum so good," Naruto babbled as he kept himself sheathed in her cunt, letting Hinata's pussy squeeze gently around the final few twitches of his cock.

Naruto grunted and rocked back on his heels, slowly pulling his cock out of Hinata's cunt, enjoying the selfish grasp of her pussylips around the head before he finally withdrew it, spreading her legs as he did so.

Her cunt gaped from his size, messy and wet, a mixture of his cum and her slick sliding down, over her asshole before dripping onto their bedsheets. Naruto watched it for a moment, and he could almost feel the embarrassed energy radiating off Hinata, but he ignored her to gather some of his cum just under her opening and pushed it back inside of her.

"N-Naruto-kun, no. I'm so sensitive!"

"Ssh, it's okay baby," Naruto soothed her, pumping his finger in and out. Filthy, wet sounds echoed in their room, his finger being stained by the mixture of their arousal. Naruto leaned forward, slipping another finger and curling them as his tongue pressed against her engorged clit.

"No, no, no, no!" Hinata legs automatically shifted onto his back, even as she pushed on his head, trying to get him off her clit.

"Princess, I know you can take it, just one more for me. Okay, baby?" Naruto murmured against the flesh of her thigh, giving it a few kisses until Hinata's hand curled in his hair instead. "Fuck, such a good girl."

Naruto moaned as he began flexing his fingers and suckling on her clit, basking in the low whines and sobs Hinata made as he kept pleasuring her.

Her hips rose off the bed, pressing against his fingers and his face, her heels digging into his back. Naruto wrapped one arm around Hinata's waist to keep her steady as he sucked and fingerfucked her until her thighs shook around his head and fluid gushed out against his tongue, mouth and chin.

Naruto could hear Hinata crying now, as he gave her clit one more kiss. He moved her legs off his back, hugging her close and wiping her tears.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

She mumbled something, rubbing her face against his neck, sniffing and sighing.

After a moment, she pushed against his chest.

"Bathroom." She looked up at him, her eyes puffy but her mouth in his favourite smile.

"Oh, yeah, sure." Naruto let her go before flopping on the bed and running a hand through his sweat-damped hair.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Saying he owned her—

He pressed a pillow into his face and screamed.

He stood up, cleaning himself off with a spare shirt before putting on some boxers and changing their ruined sheets.

"Naruto-kun."

Naruto turned around, halfway into tucking a corner underneath the bed.

Hinata was wearing one of his old shirts, and he could see a pair of pyjama shorts just peeking from underneath.

Her smile was shy and her face red, sort of like how she used to get when they started dating.

"Y-yeah?"

She worried her lip for a moment before speaking.

"Did I…upset you today? With Kiba-kun and Shino-kun?"

Naruto felt his stomach sink as he quickly walked towards her.

"No! I was—it's not you! You didn't do anything, I know you wouldn't do anything to make me—y'know? But I—"

Naruto stopped himself, closing his eyes and rubbing the back of his head.

He felt so fucking stupid.

"Naruto-kun," she whispered his name, her hand pressing against his chest.

Naruto opened his eyes.

She didn't look mad or sad, like he thought she would, or even disappointed.

Instead her eyes shone and her teeth played with her lip again.

"You don't ever have to be jealous, I—I adore you, I love you so much—"

"I know. I know." Naruto leaned forward, kissing her chastely.

Hinata beamed up at him, her hand massaging his chest now.

"But, Naruto-kun…I didn't really mind."

"What do you mean?"

"I—" she looked at the ground, and Naruto could see her flush running down her neck, no doubt covering the top of her tits if he took her shirt off.

She looked back up at him. "I actually really, really liked it."

Naruto pressed her close to him, pressed his face into her hair again.

Jasmine.

No doubt she could feel his heart pounding away in his chest.

"So you mean. You…like it when I say stuff like that?"

Hinata tensed in his arms for a moment before relaxing.

"Yes."

"When I say…this is my cunt?"

It was a sharp intake of breath, he could feel her pressing against him. His cock getting hard again and Hinata noticed, shifting herself and rocking against him now.

"Yessss!"

"Fuck. And what if—"

"Oh! T-tell me, please,please."

Naruto groaned, thrusting gently against Hinata.

"What if I wanted to leave marks all over you, huh?"

Hinata froze, head tilting to look up at him. Her eyes were wide, like a doe's, waiting for him to continue.

"Your neck." Naruto cupped her body to him, his fingers running over the well-formed bruise he left there.

"Your tits." His hand went under her shirt, his thumb circling her right nipple. He could feel it peaking under his touch. Hinata was clinging to his shoulders now, her lower body rubbing against him while her eyes stayed locked on him. "I'd bite your nipple. Leave teeth marks, leave it red and purple."

She was making high, needy sounds from the back of her throat now. Naruto knew better, he'd fucked her silly after all. He shouldn't be riling her up.

But,fuck, she was actually into this? She actually wanted him to bruise her, leave marks on her perfect body that only they would know about?

Naruto ran his hand down her chest, down her abdomen, feeling her muscles flex underneath his fingertips. He moved it from underneath her shirt and then placed his hand on her right thigh, feeling the soft, plush skin.

"Oh!" Hinata squeaked before her legs shifted, sandwiching his hand between her thighs, his knuckles pressing against the left one.

Naruto grunted, squeezing the fleshed underneath his fingers.

"Your thighs, your sweet thighs, 'Nata. I'd fucking bite them sore. Make you go on missions with them bruised up. Is that what you want? You want me to be that possessive? To feel like I own'ya?"

She was panting, heavily, her eyes glassy with lust. Her body had stilled when he put his hand on her thigh.

"O-own me?God.You want—fuck," she whispered it, that dirty little curse word from her angelic lips.

Naruto knew he should do better, calm Hinata down, and go to sleep. But he was a terrible, awful person and accepted her plea instead.

He pulled his left hand from between her thighs, putting it underneath her shirt and then getting underneath her pyjama shorts.

Naruto growled when his fingers touched her cunt.

"You're fucking dripping again, princess."

"I—please Naruto, I-I want that so bad!"

"Fuck, 'Nata, you're supposed to stop me from wanting this."

"Nooo, please, please!" she whined and wiggled her hips, pressing her toes to the ground and riding his fingers again. "I want it! I want you to—"

She cried out as his fingers slipped into her cunt, even at that awkward angle.

"Baby, fuck, we should stop before I—before I need this pussy again."

"Naruto-kun, fuck, please, I want you. I want you to kiss my neck, bruise my neck all over, l-like a collar. I want you toownme."

That was too much for Naruto. He couldn't even pretend like he could hold back. He'd apologize to Hinata in the morning, apologize for fucking her sore, for leaving handprints and bite marks, purple and red splotches all over a perfect skin.

For ruining her, for wanting to own her, for loving her way too fucking much.