When he took his first steps out of jail, the air tasted sweeter.

And Jiraiya's ugly mug smiling at him looked like the Mona Lisa.

"Welcome back to the land of the living!"

They embraced, Jiraiya giving him a warm slap on the back.

"I'm supposed to take you straight back to Hiruzen, but, eh, he's waited four years, what's another thirty minutes?"

Jiraiya took Naruto to Ichiraku's, Naruto swallowing down bowl after bowl.

"Man," Naruto mouthed between slurps of noodles, "You could kill me now, I'm ready to go to heaven."

Jiraiya laughed, shaking his head. "Not so fast, brat. Oyabun's got a job for you."

"Of course he does. I'm not even an hour out of jail and I gotta work!"

Despite his grumbling, Naruto finished his meal and the two made their way to the Sarutobi compound, where the Oyabun was waiting for him.

"You ain't kicked rocks yet, old man?"

Jiraiya hid his laugh with a cough, Hiruzen's bodyguards scowling and reaching for their katana's.

Naruto snorted. They must be new.

Hiruzen waved his hand, the bodyguards reluctantly releasing their blades. "Jail hasn't made you lose any of that…charm, I see."

Naruto grinned. "You know it! Now hurry up and tell me about this job already, I wanna get my dick wet and sleep on a proper bed for once."

Naruto hated the Hyuuga clan. Not really because of their practices or the individuals there – Naruto's hate had to do with their culture.

The Yakuza were criminals, and Naruto always rolled his eyes at those who tried to pretend there was something honorable about it.

They loaned out money and then broke people's legs when they didn't pay up in time.

Yeah, very honorable.

But the Hyuuga took it to another level, with their fucking customs and dignity and poshness, operating like they were some kind of high-class royal family.

Meanwhile they made their bread off running the seediest brothels you could imagine.

Naruto had a general disdain for them, which is why he tried to get out of the assignment, despite how cushy it was.

No way did he want to be a glorified chauffeur for some bratty Hyuuga 'princess.' He'd rather collect debts, or do some enforcement work, even a turf war would be preferable.

But Hiruzen was firm, and Naruto knew when he could and couldn't challenge the old man, so now here he was, only a day removed from jail, picking up…was it Hanata? Or maybe it was Hinata? Whatever, he didn't really care. All he knew was that he would be spending the near future on babysitting duty.

When Naruto arrived at the university, she was already waiting by the entrance, and Naruto realized that she was familiar, that he had seen her at least a few times before.

He couldn't remember the last time he saw her, but she'd definitely grown —it had been at least four years after all. And boy, while Naruto wasn't happy with his job, at least the primal part of his brain would be, because the girl was alooker. She dressed modestly (and fashionably), with a cashmere sweater and a black skirt, but it didn't really hide the ample size of her tits, or how luscious her legs were.

Naruto exited the car, nodding toward her and opening the rear passenger seat door.

The girl, Naruto was pretty confident her name was Hinata and not Hanata now that he thought about it a little bit, smiled at him, very small, tucking her head in a little bow as she made her way into the car.

Naruto sat in the driver's seat, getting ready to pull away from the curb when he heard the girl mumble.

"What?"

Naruto looked up at the rear-view mirror, Hinata's cheeks red as she cleared her throat and spoke louder, still quiet, but at least he could hear the words this time.

"G-good evening, Naruto-san."

Naruto blinked, surprised by her greeting.

Naruto had a good sense for people, and just from the way she dressed, the way she walked, the way she talked, Naruto realized she wasn't really like those other Hyuuga bitches that he had the displeasure of interacting with.

Knowing that her dad was the head of her clan, she was at least tangentially involved with their lifestyle, that she at least knew that her family were bad people doing bad things — but she, Hinata Hyuuga, was a civilian with a capital C.

"Evenin'," Naruto grunted, locking the car and pulling onto the street.

She was quiet on their trip, but Naruto noticed her glancing at his face through the rear-view mirror. He caught her once and stared at her for a second, her eyes immediately flitting away.

So, this girl wasn't the bitchy princess he'd been expecting, far more of a wallflower.

He didn't know how she survived an upbringing in a Yakuza family the way she was.

The silence started to get to him. "Got any plans for tonight?"

"W-who, me?"

Naruto rolled his eyes, glancing at the mirror. "No I was talkin' to the empty car seat next to you."

Her skin tinged pink again, teeth nibbling on her lower lip.

Fuck, she was a fetching little thing.

Naruto focused on the road, ignoring the twitch in his boxers.

"I'm going to do some r-research for my e-essay paper, and, um…maybe start a new b-book tonight…how about yourself, N-Naruto-san?"

Naruto ignored her question. "You're gonna study? It's a Friday night! Don't you got some girlfriends to party with or somethin'?"

"Um well, I did get an invitation…b-but I'd rather focus on my work u-until it's completed."

Naruto chuckled, glancing back in the mirror to look at her. "Mmh, you're a good girl, ain'tcha?"

It was like his brain was delayed for a moment, because Narutoknewhe shouldn't have said that to her, to a clan boss's daughter.

The blush on her cheeks spread, like a wine stain, her mouth and eyes wide.

Naruto almost cussed himself out right in front of her, but Hinata tucked her head to her chin, staring at her lap, and they made the trip back to the Hyuuga compound in an awkward silence.

Naruto parked, getting out of the car and opening Hinata's door for her. She didn't really look at him, mumblingthank youas she exited the car.

"Yo, did your dad give you my phone number?"

"Ah…no."

Naruto gestured at her and she took her phone out, handing it over to him.

"Call me if you need anythin'," Naruto said as he inputted his number into her address book. "If you need to go somewhere, or you want somethin' to munch on while you're studyin'."

"I can't do that! I-I wouldn't want to trouble you…"

Naruto chuckled, reaching out and giving Hinata a pat on the head. He knew he was pushing boundaries with the physicality, but he hadn't expected the Hyuuga girl to be so adorable.

"Don't worry about it. It's my job, princess."

She smiled at the nickname, taking the phone back and holding it with both hands near her face, trying to hide it, but the edges of her pretty smile could still be seen.

"O-okay, thank you, Naruto-san." She bowed her head, as if he deserved that gesture, turning around and walking toward the compound, Naruto's mind wandering off to thoughts of what her ass looked like under that skirt.

Naruto scratched his neck. This assignment was going to be trouble.

Naruto added another reason to hate the Hyuuga, and especially their boss Hiashi, because there was absolutely no way Hinata should be involved in the Yakuza's lifestyle in any capacity.

She was too sweet, too demure. Sensitive and caring. Docile and thoughtful.

The weeks and months passed, and Naruto kept learning more and more about Hinata and her different facets.

She was a fucking angel, and she should be as far away from Japan and the Yakuza as possible.

Hinata sent Naruto good morning and good night texts. She sent him pictures of random things she saw in her day — cats lazing in the sun, the coffee she had at a café, funny shaped clouds.

One day she started ignoring Naruto opening the rear seat for her and started getting into the passenger seat instead.

Naruto raised a brow at her, and she gave him a smile so cheeky, his heart nearly stopped.

Their friendship was already crossing unspoken boundaries and it didn't take long for Naruto to realize she was more than fond of him.

This was all wrong, he was supposed to watch over her, to make sure rascals like himself didn't come near her.

Instead he bought Hinata her favourite cinnamon rolls, watching her squeal before hugging him. They sat in his car, Hinata pulling at the rolls delicately before stuffing her face, endlessly charming in those pure moments of delight.

"Oh my god, thank you Naruto-kun! Here you should have some!"

"I'm fine princess, I bought them for you, y'know? Besides, I don't like sweet things too much."

Hinata pouted and gave him a side-eye, but enjoyed herself nonetheless. Naruto's cock straining at the indecent moans she made, finishing off the roll.

"Do you have any napkins?"

Naruto realized, since the first day he picked Hinata up, his brain never really worked around her. So instead of handing her a napkin, he gripped her wrist, bringing her hand up to his lips. He took her sticky fingers into his mouth, sucking the sugar and cinnamon off them, tongue rolling over her fingertips before pursing his lips and pulling her fingers out with a wetpop. "All clean, yeah?"

Hinata looked stunned. Her cheeks burnt and her mouth open, lips trembling. Her hand hovering dumbly in the air.

Naruto licked his lips, smiling at her like she was his prey. "Mmh, just what I thought…so sweet."

It was like the first day he picked her up again, Hinata tucking her chin in and staring at her lap, the tips of her ears on fire.

Naruto knew he shouldn't do these things, especially because he knew how fond she was of him — but if Hinata was an angel, Naruto was the devil, dragging her to hell.

Cutting off his pinky wouldn't be enough for forgiveness. Not even if he cut off his entire hand.

It was the sort of betrayal that went against everything in the Yakuza code.

But Hinata was more than worth it.

When he took her virginity, there was a pulse of guilt in the back of his head, but the way she looked at him, adoring, he knew he was too far gone, sunk into her depths.

They were a great match, her docile and demure, him commanding. Her natural submissiveness was so tantalizing, Naruto took advantage of it, teaching her everything he liked.

She learned it happily and eagerly.

"P-please sir, I don't think I can take much more."

Her voice was soft and gentle, despite the trembling of her knees, the harsh curl of her fingers around the hem of her skirt, keeping it lifted. Naruto sitting in a chair, a hand on her thigh, running up and down soothingly and the other playing with her.

Naruto had ripped her panties off, he was brutish like that with her —he just couldn't help it. He'd been teasing her cunt for minutes, rubbing over her folds and circling her clit with a slight touch, until the smell of her permeated the air. A sticky mess of arousal that tracked down her thighs, glistening on the porcelain skin of her plush thighs, staining Naruto's tanned fingers with every pass through her folds.

"What do you mean you can't take anymore? I've barely touched you," Naruto grunted. He thumbed her clit before sinking the tip of his finger inside her. Hinata gasped, her hips bucking, trying to ride his finger deeper and Naruto had to squeeze her thigh as a warning. "You gonna be a good girl for me? Keep lettin' me finger you until I'm ready to dick you down?"

"I-I'm trying, sir, I'm really trying," Hinata whimpered, looking down at him with pleading eyes.

"Try harder. And make sure you don't come." Naruto leaned over, giving a barely-there kiss to her clit, Hinata made a sound that wasn't human as he pushed a second finger inside and started finger-fucking her.

Hinata tried to hold back her voice at first, her teeth biting down on her lip until he thought it might bleed, but Naruto was patient and attentive. Stroking the shallow front of her walls, sliding a bit deeper inside her until he felt her clench and then back down, incessant curling at her g-spot. He knew her body better than she did, how to wind her up and break her down. How to have her squealing and begging, and he did just that, bringing a hand off her thigh to pleasure her clit while he fingered her cunt.

Hinata was a mess now, moaning and whining, her hips circling down, trying to grind on his hand, even though she knew better.

"Please, no, please — I can't sir…sir!"

Naruto looked up at her, her expression delirious, and he grinned, all teeth, all mean.

"Don't come, princess, or Iwillpunish you."

He was the devil, he knew how to play her, how to trigger her, and that was more than enough. Hinata cried out, her cunt pulsing on his fingers and thighs trembling. Her hips were canted, right over his pants, her arousal leaving behind damp spots on them as she came.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Naruto-sama," she was almost sobbing.

Almost, and that wasn't good enough.

Naruto withdrew his fingers from the tight grip of her cunt, his fingers covered in her mess. He brought them to his lips, knowing Hinata was watching intently with those lavender eyes of hers, the same as the day he lickedherfingers clean of sugar and cinnamon.

Naruto moaned, sucking his fingers lewdly, making sure every drop of Hinata was swallowed.

Hinata tasted so much better than any cinnamon roll.

"Words…" Naruto smacked his lips, giving Hinata a hard look. "Aren't enough for me, princess. You know exactly how to make up for your mistake."

Hinata's lips were quivering, but she nodded her head. "Yes, sir, I want to make it up to you."

"Good girl."

Naruto grabbed her hips, pulling her down and folding her on his lap, her covered tits pressed against the side of his leg, her hands tucked behind now, keeping her skirt pulled up so Naruto had access to her bare bottom.

He admired it for a moment, such a thick, plump ass, with fat in all the right places, with pretty pale skin.

Naruto ran his hand along her curves, over her hips and where her thighs met her ass, palming and squeezing the flesh.

Hinata was wiggling in his lap, sighing and cooing from his actions.

That was fine. Let her enjoy the calm before the storm, before he turned her porcelain skin hot red.

"I think ten should do, what do you think, princess?" Naruto toyed with her cunt while he asked her, his thumb running over her flushed, fat lips.

Hinata was quiet for a moment, and Naruto bit back a laugh, knowing she was screaming on the inside. "If that will make you forgive me sir…"

"Good answer, princess," Naruto purred, giving one last squeeze to her curves. "Now make sure you count every single strike and thank me for each one."

Naruto doesn't wait for acknowledgement, lifting his palm and striking down on the thick of her ass, Hinata letting out a yelp, her head bucking up.

"O-one, sir. T-thank you."

Naruto soothed the pain of his slap, using his off hand to stroke Hinata's hair. "That's it You're a good girl for me, aren't you, 'Nata? You're gonna take all these strikes that you deserve and then we can have some fun, yeah?"

"Yes, yes, Naruto-sama, I-I'll be so good for you."

And she was, counting every strike clearly for him, thanking him for every single one without fail. The impact of his hand on her ass loud in the room, almost like the snap of a whip. The little stains she made when Naruto finger-fucked her were nothing compared to the mess she produced on his lap as he spanked her, the sight and smell of it, the feel of it seeping through his pants were like an aphrodisiac for Naruto.

And the sounds Hinata made — sniffles and soft sobbing, wet gasps right before she cleared her throat to give him the number.

His sweet little princess trying so hard to manage the pain, still somehow absentmindedly grinding her clit into his thigh, as if trying to overwhelm the hurt with pleasure.

Or maybe even mix them together.

Either way, when Hinata stuttered outTen,babblingthank youover and over, her ass red and bruised, Naruto couldn't hold himself back anymore.

Naruto threw Hinata onto the bed, ripping her skirt off before undressing himself. Hinata, no doubt tired, still made the effort to get on her elbows and turn her head to watch him. Her lavender eyes hungry as he exposed his cock, moaning as he stroked it, pulling his foreskin back, the tip already shiny with precum, angry red the same shade as her spanked ass.

Naruto wanted to pull Hinata onto her knees and plow her from behind, but he crawled toward her slowly, enjoying the unfettered lust in her gaze. She'd been so shy before, hiding her sounds, asking for him to turn the lights off and to be under the covers.

Naruto was the devil and he had corrupted this sweet angel, turned her into someone who would easily fall on her back and spread her legs for him. Someone who would drink him down with her heavy gaze, eyes roaming over his muscles and tattoos, her hips swaying back and forth like a needy dog in heat.

"P-please, oh please, sir…I-I…"

Someone who begged so eagerly, without any prompting.

Naruto smirked at her, a hand going underneath her waist and lifting it off the bed, arching her back and ass. He ran the tip of his cock through her soaked folds, dipping down and tapping himself against her clit to tease her.

"You know I like to hear you say it. Say it, 'Nata, and it'll all be yours, yeah?"

"Please, Naruto-sama…fuck me until I c-come on your cock."

He turned her into a filthy sinner, and he had no regrets, pressing into her, Hinata moaning loudly as he stretched her out.

"That's my girl," Naruto cooed, and Hinata was already clenching, from being teased and spanked, Naruto knew her cunt was so sensitive, and she wouldn't last long.

He really loved her that way, making her come again and again until she was crying.

Naruto could admit he had a sick fascination with her tears…but she was just so pretty like that, begging him to stop, begging him to not make her come anymore.

As if he would listen to her.

Naruto gripped her hips and railed her, his pelvis slamming into her harshly, hitting the fresh bruises from his hand. Every thrust equal parts pain and pleasure for Hinata, and she responded with the sweetest pulses around his cock.

"Oh, oh, ngh, Naruto-kun, yes!"

She slipped up, but Naruto wasn't going to punish her. She'd done so well, taking his punishment, thanking him without fail. No, now was the time for praise and adoration. She more than deserved it.

"That's it Hinata, you feel so good squeezin' on my cock like that. Mmh, fuck such a perfect pussy for me. And it's all mine, right?"

"Yes, yes!" She was practically screaming, her face resting on folded arms, clearly exhausted, but her hips still rolling back, swallowing every inch of his cock and forcing him to grind against her when he bottomed out. "It's your pussy, all yours. A-anything you want from me is yours! I'm yours!"

"Fuck," Naruto groaned as he thrusted in and out of her, hearing those words were like the sweetest nectar to him. Sweeter than the air he breathed walking out of jail. "You're gonna be the death of me, princess, if you keep talkin' like that."

"Nooo, no, you can't die," she was delirious, cock drunk, her ass rippling from Naruto's back shots, his weight on the descent of his thrusts triggering the dull pain of her bruised ass. "You're mine, you're not allowed to die!"

Naruto had gone soft, she made him soft and domesticated, like she'd taken in a wild fox and turned him into a pet. Naruto's stamina failed him, the way she saidminethrowing him into a frenzy, heat pouring down his thighs, his brain buzzing with Hinata's scent, her dulcet whimpers, and the fantastic clench of her cunt as she came on him.

"Fuck, fuck, take it, take it all, 'Nata!" Naruto growled, humping her like a mindless beast until he was overwhelmed, load after load pulsing inside of Hinata's cunt, her thighs twitching almost in time with his cock as he filled her up.

Hinata seemed catatonic when he finished, her face planted on the pillow, her arms by her side and her legs still. Naruto pulled his cock out of her cunt, watching the mess he made spill down with her slick, a mixture running down her thighs and staining the sheets. It was filthy in the sexiest way possible, and Naruto's cock began twitching back to life, only Hinata's state stopping him from rolling her over and mating her again.

Instead, he reached a water bottle and towel on their nightstand, picking Hinata off the bed and readjusting her so she leaned against his body, her back on his chest and head on his shoulder.

"You did so good, Hinata, such a good girl for me," Naruto murmured into her ear, using the towel to wipe off the sweat on her body, bringing the water bottle up to her lips. "Take some sips for me, princess."

She hummed and did, drinking slowly, and when Naruto was satisfied with the amount, he put it back on the table. This time he took some tissues and used it to clean her face, wiping her eyes and her nose, rubbing a soothing hand on her stomach.

"Are you okay?" He hugged her tightly, kissing her neck, Hinata sighing prettily for him. "Do you need anythin'?"

"Mmm, I just need you," she said it so quietly he barely heard. His heart thumped in his chest, like it could break out.

He knew, despite everything they'd done so far, this feeling he had was the most treacherous.

Hinata shuffled in his grip, turning around so her face was on his chest. She looked up at him with adoring eyes.

She nuzzled her face into his chest, kissing the snout of the fox tattoo that spanned his torso.

"You're gonna make me jealous if you keep that up," Naruto joked.

Hinata beamed at him. "You never have to be jealous of me, Naruto-kun. I love you."

Naruto bit his tongue, fighting the urge to say it back, humming instead.

Hinata never seemed offended when he did so.

"Listen, Naruto-kun…I-I've accepted a job offer in the United States. I'm planning to leave at the end of this month."

This was good, amazing even. Hinata needed to be as far away from her family, and the Yakuza as possible.

But the urge to puke was overwhelming.

"Congratulations." It sounded hollow on his tongue. "I'm happy for you…"

Hinata sat back in his lap, looking up at him with those gorgeous lavender eyes, like the moon. That begging, pleading look in them.

"Come with me, we…we can start a new life there, together."

"What?!"

"I love you…and I know you love me too. You're too kind for this life. You shouldn't be a Yakuza, you're too good of a man."

"Kind? Are you crazy? What do you think I was in jail for? I nearly beat a man to death! The Yakuza is all I know."

Hinata shook her head, stubborn like he'd never seen her before. "You did that to protect a girl, right? From getting sexually harassed?"

"How did you know that?"

"That was my friend you saved, Sakura-san. I-I was there too, at the arcade. When you came to pick me up, I knew it was you, right away."

Naruto remembered now, how Hinata's hair used to be short, at her neck. He barely noticed her at the time.

He had gotten some leniency on his sentence because that girl testified on his behalf, but he'd still nearly beaten a civilian dead. He'd remembered the look of disappointment on Hiruzen's face, watching him get locked up.

This is what you landed yourself in jail for?

But he would have done it again, it's just who he was.

"I'm not a good guy," Naruto murmured.

Hinata glared at him, then pushed him down on the bed.

"You are, you are a good man, Naruto-kun."

Hinata straddled him, her hips rising off the bed, a hand reaching down and stroking his cock.

Naruto was in disbelief. As long as they'd been doing this, not once had Hinata taken the lead like this.

"The — oh fuck." Naruto's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head and Hinata sat down on his cock, rocking her hips, riding him.

Insane, like his wildest dreams, Hinataridinghim.

"Oyabun needs me, there's going to be a w-w-war — oh fuck me, just like that."

"H-he's just a leech, he'll suck you dry and leave you for dead."

Naruto thought of everything Hirzuen and the Yakuza had done for him, though it was hard with the way Hinata squatted up and down on his cock, her face furious and fierce. The expression foreign on her, both intimidating and wondrous.

Naruto grasped Hinata's hips, helping her roll them and fuck his cock, building up a rhythm that was quicky tugging pleasure from his gut.

"They need me, Hinata. I-I can't abandon them. I belong to the Yakuza."

"No! No, Naruto-kun, you belong to me!"

Naruto gasped and came, Hinata's cunt trembling around him as she came too, her body falling on top of his own, nose rubbing against him as she sniffled.

She was crying again, and this time it wasn't from pleasure — it made his heart ache.

"Y-you belong to me, and I b-belong to you. I love you so much, Naruto-kun, p-please be with me."

"Don't cry, please don't cry, 'Nata. I…I love you too, dearly."

She looked up at him, through tears and a runny nose, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, and she smiled at him.

It was like seeing a rainbow at the end of a rainfall.

"That's the first time you've said you loved me," the awe in her voice made his heart skip a beat.

"You said you already knew," Naruto grumbled, wiping her nose with his fingers, cuddling her close after, her breath warm on his neck.

"Hearing those words from you is like…am I dreaming?"

Naruto pinched her bruised butt and she shrieked.

"Are you dreamin'?"

"Bully!" Hinata nuzzled into his neck, her fingers clasped around his back, like she was scared he would run away if she let go.

"I told you I'm not a nice guy."

Hinata pulled away from him, glaring at him again. "D-don't make me spank you."

Naruto couldn't help but grin, "Boy I did a number on you, huh? So, naughty."

"Naruto," she breathed his name, cupping his jaw, staring at him. "Will you come with me?"

"I'll have to figure some things out first, it's not so straightforward —"

She kissed him and he went soft against her.

"Will you come with me?" She asked again.

Naruto had it wrong this entire time, thinking he'd been corrupting her, when in truth, his angel had been saving him from hell.

"I'll follow you anywhere, Hinata. I love you, and I'm yours."