Sex with Naruto had always somehow been…well good was an understatement.

Maybe it was his enthusiasm, maybe it was the sort of natural dominance he had, or maybe it was the fact Hinata loved him so much — but even their first time joining together was great despite how uncomfortable it was initially.

And over time it kept getting better and better, with Hinata learning Naruto wasn't so naïve and innocent about the ideas of sex.

In fact, he was quite deviant.

Did it have to do with all those smutty books he edited for Jiraiya-sensei? Or was it his natural disposition for it, like the way he was able to create something like the Sexy Jutsu on his own?

Hinata wasn't sure, but she put herself in his capable and eager hands, letting Naruto handle her body and pleasure.

Andoh lord, he was so good at drawing out her pleasure.

Oh it was pathetic, it was beyond embarrassing, but the way he played with body — the way he worshiped her lips and neck. Her breasts and her tummy. When he reached between her legs, cupping her pussy like it was his to own, pressing fingers inside of her and touching places she could never dream of finding by herself.

He had become so experienced about her, doing things to Hinata that made her whine and whimper and moan — and how to stall her pleasure, just teasing her clit until Hinata would beg him for release.

And Naruto always chuckled, something dark and mean, the kind of sound that made her want to cry out while her pussy ached. But her sweet Naruto always gave her what she needed, let her reach her release, sometimes so good it made her squirt and ruin their sheets.

Hinata would nearly faint from embarrassment thinking about it.

But she learned to power through that embarrassment, because the reward of Naruto's touch and devotion was always worth it.

And when he looked at her, his perfect blue eyes blown out with desire, the hungry rasp in his voice when he asked her "Would you do this for me?"

Hinata always replied with heat in her core and a breathyyes.

Even when it was something that almost made her sick to her tummy with butterflies, knees indenting against the mattress as she crawled over Naruto's face. The hem of her lavender negligee was crushed in her hand, her knuckles blanched from the pressure, her bare pussy exposed directly to Naruto's gaze.

Heat washed through her body. They'd barely begun and she worried she would accidently drip onto his face.

Hinata's other hand gripped the headboard and she peeked down, watching Naruto's feral eyes watching her.

"Down," he growled.

Hinata hesitated for a moment, then lowered her hips, ever so gently against his mouth.

Naruto's hands, so rough and big, rucked up her thighs until he controlled her hips, pulling her onto him like a man starved.

"Oh,oh!"

Naruto was not nice, not soft or gentle. He was brutal and hedevouredher. Tongue heavy on her cunt, sliding through her folds and dipping into her entrance, the sounds salacious as he slaked his thirst on her wetness.

"Naruto! Oh my god, Naruto-kun!"

Hinata lost her grip on her dress, it fell over Naruto's face, shrouding him behind a sheer veil as he continued to lap away at her dripping cunt. Hinata grabbed onto the headboard for her dear life, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Naruto's nose brushed against her clit again and again as he ate her out.

The noises, god the noises, so clear to Hinata's ear in their small room. Wet tongue on wet pussy, they way Naruto would slurp and spit, it made her thighs tremble. And when he started mumbling, god,god, she barely understood, but Hinata knew it was praises, his lips brushing against her folds as he uttered them.

And when hemoanedinto her pussy, Hinata sobbed and whined, pathetic, a mess — and she would be lying if she said she didn't love it.

"Naruto-kun, Naruto-kun!" she chanted his name, mind buzzing too much to offer the praises and worship she wanted to give him. How gifted his mouth was, how amazing his tongue felt on her, teasing and tasting her pussy.

Her mind was buzzing and then her mind was melting when Naruto's lips pursed around her clit, sucking and sucking with all the pressure and force she loved. Until Hinata couldn't stop her hip, rocking and rubbing her pussy on Naruto's face like some kind of animal. Her walls fluttering harsh and sad around nothing at all.

Her entire weight was on him, must have been pressing his face down against the pillow.

For a split second, Hinata felt all that embarrassment piling up on her, overloading her chest and stomach with nervous energy.

And then she came so hard, her mind blanked. Hard and loud and wet, gasping and panting, her upper body leaning into the headboard. Her thighs closing around Naruto's head, shivering against his skin.

Naruto's fingers were still harsh on her, forcing her to rock again, and Hinata finally pulled herself together, pulled herself off of Naruto's greedy mouth that licked away at her sensitive pussy until it almost hurt.

"N-no, wait, please." Naruto relented, his hands falling down her thighs, a quick squeeze to the narrowest part above her knees before they slid off. Hinata pushed her hips away, a trembling hand reaching for the hem of her negligee and pulling it up once more.

Naruto was the devil in human flesh. His facestainedwith her arousal, from the whiskers of his cheeks to the edge of his jaw. Flecks on the pillow his head was resting, the dampness of her slick.

He looked up at her with those beautiful eyes, still dark and hungry. Pink tongue sliding across glistening lips, his fingers wiping across his jaw and the edge of his mouth, lips pursing around and sucking his fingers clean.

"Fuckin' delicious, 'Nata," it was a rumble deep from his chest and a rumble she felt up her thighs until it reached her pussy. "That wasn't enough, yeah? You're gonna give me more, yeah?"

Hinata stammered, heat along her cheeks and neck, but her eyes glued to the delicious sight of Naruto's facemarkedby her. "I-I, I d-don't —"

His hands were on her again, running down her back and over the curve of her ass, coaxing her down once more.

"Again," he said.

Hinata could never protest when Naruto was like this. Telling her to do as he said, no room for argument, the promise of body-numbing pleasure drenched in the intent of one word.

She scrambled back into position, he still kept high, determined to watch Naruto make a mess out of her.

And she lost her grip all too quickly, thrusting her hips, riding his face until she was sensitive and sobbing, the mattress staining with her cum and tears.