Hinata's heart skipped a beat as the tent flap rustled and Naruto stepped inside. A small part of her had hoped that he might have forgotten about his chilling words, but the cold fire in his eyes told her otherwise. Her body trembled with equal parts fear and anticipation as she clutched the blanket tighter around her trembling form.

Hinata's heart raced as she wondered what he had in store for her punishment. She swallowed nervously, feeling both afraid and strangely aroused by the situation.

"Hinata," Naruto said, his voice low and controlled. "Come here."

Hinata hesitated for a moment, though she knew better than to defy him in this state of mind. Slowly, she crawled towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. His gaze never left hers, and she could feel it burning into her very core.

Once she reached him, Naruto grabbed her wrist roughly and pulled her beneath him causing her to gasp loudly,he quickly pressed a finger to her lips.

"Shhh," he whispered, his voice was deep and raspy. "We don't want to wake the others, do we?"

Hinata shook her head, her body trembling slightly as Naruto moved closer. He ran his hand along her arm, causing her to shiver.

"Good girl," he murmured gently kissing her ear. "Now, it's time for your punishment."

His mouth moved against Hinata's body with a hunger that surprised her, igniting something deep within her core. She gasped, her hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt as he kissed her neck, quickly dipping to kiss between the crevices of her breast, she felt herself becoming hotter, something building within her.

When he finally broke apart, Hinata was breathing heavily, Naruto's eyes burned with something primal. "Hinata..." he started, but she silenced him with a kiss, her lust guiding her actions. She didn't want to think, didn't want to hesitate. She wanted to feel.

His hands roamed her body, exploring her curves with a reverence that made her shiver. She let out a soft moan as he cupped her breast through her shirt, his thumb brushing over her nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through her. She wanted more. So much more.

His eyes locked with hers, dark and intense, and she felt a thrill of anticipation. "You want me?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. She nodded, unable to speak, her chest rising and falling with each frantic breath.

His hand slid under her shirt, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin. She arched into his touch, a whimper escaping her lips as he teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingers before covering one with his mouth gently sucking. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation. She had never felt anything like this before. Never imagined it could feel so good.

Then his hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. She froze, her breath hitching as his fingers brushed against her most sensitive place. "Say it," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. His voice was soothing, but there was an edge to it, a hint of possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I want you Naruto-Ku-"

He eased a finger inside her. Hinata's eyes widened, a gasp catching in her throat. It felt foreign, strange, but also unbelievably good. Her body tightened around him, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her. She bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"You're so tight," Naruto murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "So wet." He began to move his finger, sliding in and out of her with agonizing slowness. Each thrust sent sparks shooting through her, building a pressure deep within her core. She clung to him, her hips instinctively rocking against his hand, seeking more friction, more release.

Her breaths came in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling with the effort to stay quiet. She could hear the faint songs of animals outside, the distant crackle of the fire, but it all faded into white noise. All she could focus on was the sensation of his finger moving inside her, the way his thumb circled her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

"Naruto..." she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. Her legs trembled, her toes curling as the tension coiled tighter and tighter. She felt like she was teetering on the brink of something immense, something terrifying and wonderful all at once.

He kissed her again, hard and hungry, swallowing her cries as her body convulsed with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her dizzy and breathless. She clutched at him, her vision blurring as the intensity of her climax shook her to her core.

When it finally subsided, she lay there, boneless and spent, her heart pounding in her chest. Naruto pulled his hand away, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes were dark, filled with a mix of satisfaction and something else—something that made her heart flutter.

"You're so innocent," he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. "So pure. It's almost too easy."

Hinata's eyes widened, her pulse quickening at the implication of his words. "N-Naruto-kun, what are you—"

She felt completely at his mercy, unable to move, unable to think clearly. The only thing she could focus on was the way he had ignited a fire deep within her, one she hadn't known existed.

His hand slipped from her shorts, he held up his fingers admiring her wetness that coated them before locking eyes with and sucking her juice from them. She tensed, her breath hitching as she watched him, he leaned down, his lips grazing her ear.

"So sweet," he whispered, his voice dark and velvety. "My Hime"

She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also exhilarated. This was real. This was happening.

Without thinking, she leaned in, her lips finding his once more in a soft, tentative kiss. It was clumsy at first, hesitant, but then his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

Her body felt alive, electric, every nerve tingling with anticipation. Her hands found his chest, unsure of what to do but wanting to explore his body too despite her heart pounding. How far will I go? She didn't have an answer, only the overwhelming need to be closer, even closer than how their bodies were practically tangled together.
"Did you forget Hinata?" He whispered leaving feathering kisses below her ears?

"Yes, Naruto." She breathed, her eyes closed as he kissed and nibbled below her neck.

Before she could process what was happening, he pushed her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. The sudden shift in position startled her, and she let out a soft gasp.

"Shh," he murmured, "I can make you feel wonderful Hina, do you want that?"

Hinata shook her head, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear.

"Say it," he urged, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Tell me you want more."

Hinata's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. She wasn't sure how far she was ready to go. All she knew was that she couldn't think straight with him this close, his presence overwhelming her senses. "I want more."

"If only you haven't been such a naughty girl," Naruto whispered, his voice low and husky. "Then I wouldn't have to punish you, I could be rewarding you."

Before the weight of his words could fully register in her mind, he was gone, leaving her alone after giving her such an exhilarating experience that she craved more of. His warmth was gone now, and she felt cold. Tears brimmed her eyes as her mind replayed their moments together. Her heart clenched, she wanted him, she craved him and she has never felt more alone in her life.

The sunlight filtered through the dense trees as the group woke up to the gentle sounds of birds chirping. The air was crisp and fresh, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere that lingered in Hinata's heart. Despite the laughter and chatter around her, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread and confusion from the night before.

Last night had been a blur of intense emotion, a whirlwind that had both thrilled her and left her with an unsettling emptiness. He had been rough, demanding, sending her over the edge with lust and while the passion had been there, it was quickly replaced by his sudden departure, leaving her in the cold, both physically and emotionally.

She tried to convince herself that it had been nothing, that it was just punishment as he promised her and they would soon get to explore this new territory together but something inside her ached, and she couldn't ignore the hollow feeling in her chest. She had hoped for him to stay with her and comfort her, but instead, he had left her alone in the dimly lit tent.

As she sat there with the group, forcing a smile on her face, she could feel the tension in the pit of her stomach. Everyone else was happily enjoying their breakfast, their laughter echoing around her, but it was all too much. Ino, Sakura, and even Sai were all absorbed in conversation, their voices rising with the excitement of the new day, but Hinata couldn't quite bring herself to join in. Her mind kept returning to the events of the previous night—Naruto's words, his touch, the way he made her body feel, and the lingering sense of anger that radiated off of him when he left her.

"Hey, Hinata!" Ino's voice broke through her thoughts, and she glanced up to see the blonde girl leaning toward her with a playful grin. "What's going on? You're awfully quiet today. Did something happen last night? You look... a little off."

Hinata's heart skipped a beat. She quickly forced a smile, brushing aside the nervous flutter in her chest. "Oh, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess," she replied softly, her gaze dropping to her plate as she took a small bite, trying to focus on the food in front of her.

But Ino wasn't convinced. She narrowed her eyes, leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Come on, Hinata. Don't tell me nothing happened last night. You're acting like something's bothering you, and we both know you're not that good at hiding it." Ino's teasing tone softened, but there was an edge of concern beneath it.

Hinata stiffened, feeling a pang of panic rise in her chest. She wasn't ready to talk about it. Not with Ino, not with anyone. The thought of explaining what happened between her and Naruto made her feel exposed, vulnerable.

"I-I'm fine, really," Hinata said quickly, her voice wavering slightly as she tried to make it sound convincing. "It's nothing."

Ino studied her for a moment longer, a hint of suspicion still lingering in her eyes, but she eventually sighed and leaned back, letting it go—for now. "Alright, but if you change your mind, you know I'm here for you."

Hinata nodded quietly, her heart sinking with guilt. She wished she could just be honest with Ino, but how could she explain the mess she was in with Naruto?

Meanwhile, Naruto sat a little ways off, his expression more somber than usual. He had been watching Hinata for most of the morning, feeling the weight of guilt settle on his shoulders. The memory of last night—the way he had left her in the midst of their heated moment, his own anger fueling his actions—ate at him. He had done it because he thought it was what she deserved, to be punished, but seeing Hinata's distant and broken expression this morning made him question everything.

What did I do? Naruto thought, his fists tightening around the chopsticks he was holding. She didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve me acting like that...

He glanced over at her again, the pain in his chest growing. He wanted to say something to her, to apologize, to explain himself. But the words caught in his throat, and he couldn't bring himself to move.

Before he could make up his mind, Sasuke stood up from the campfire, stretching lazily. "Hinata," he said, his voice calm and level. "Want to go for a walk with me? Get some fresh air."

Hinata blinked, surprised by the invitation. She hadn't expected Sasuke to approach her, but the thought of what had made Naruto upset in the first place and his cruel punishment stirred something within her. If he wanted to be brutal then she would reciprocate the wrath. She smiled and nodded. "Sure, Sasuke. That sounds nice."

Naruto's stomach twisted at the sight of Sasuke offering his hand to Hinata. He tried to brush it off, but the knot of jealousy and frustration only tightened. What does she think she's doing? he thought bitterly. What does he think he's doing?

Sasuke and Hinata walked off, leaving Naruto behind with a sinking feeling in his chest. He was angry at himself, angry at the way he had treated Hinata last night, but more than anything, he was angry at Sasuke. He couldn't shake the thought of him being with her, spending time with her, making her smile. Naruto clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over.

Is this a test?