A/N: SIsuke training Hinata into the perfect waifu. This takes place after the Chunin Exam and since he's an SI, he didn't desert the village. This is only Part 1 of 2. Part 2 will come out... idk when.
Hinata Hyuga crouched behind the thick trunk of a tree, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest as she peeked around its edge. Her pale lavender eyes watched Naruto Uzumaki with a mixture of admiration and yearning as he trained in the clearing beyond.
Hinata sighed softly, her cheeks tinged with pink. She admired his determination, his energy, his warmth—but she couldn't bring herself to step forward, to let him see her watching.
"You know, you're not exactly subtle," came a low, even voice from behind her.
It startled her so much that she nearly tripped over her own feet. She spun around, her Byakugan flaring instinctively as she came face-to-face with Sasuke Uchiha. He leaned casually against the tree, his dark eyes sharp and unreadable.
"S-Sasuke?" she stammered, her heart racing for entirely different reasons now.
He crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. "You should get better at spying, Hinata. You're a Hyuga, it shouldn't be this easy to catch you."
Hinata's blush deepened, and she looked down at her feet. "I… I wasn't…"
Sasuke cut her off with a scoff. "You weren't spying? Please. You've been doing this since we were kids. It's pathetic."
His bluntness made her flinch, but she didn't argue. She knew he wasn't wrong. Her cheeks burned hotter, and she lowered her gaze, wringing her hands together.
"I-I wasn't trying to bother anyone…"
"Do you think he'll notice you if you keep hiding?" Sasuke asked, stepping closer. His voice lowered, taking on a slightly mocking tone. "Or do you think he'll suddenly turn around and realize you're the one for him?"
Hinata's hands tightened into fists, her gaze fixed on the ground. "I… I just…"
Sasuke's gaze softened slightly. He stepped closer still, resting a hand gently on her shoulder. "You're wasting your time like this. If you want Naruto to notice you, staring at him from a distance won't do anything."
Hinata finally lifted her gaze to look at him. She thought about Naruto, her friend—someone she admired so much, someone who inspired her to try harder every day. She felt her heart skip at the thought of being with him. She imagined a life together—living in the same home, working beside him at the same jobs, caring for him...
"How?" She finally asked.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Sasuke's lips. "You need to stop being such a shy little girl and become someone he would like."
"I-I don't know how to do that," Hinata admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sasuke's gaze lingered on her, his expression unreadable. Finally, he said, "I can help you. If you're serious about this, I'll train you. But it won't be easy."
"Train me?" Hinata repeated, confusion mingling with a flicker of hope.
"To be a woman Naruto can't ignore," Sasuke said simply.
Hinata was silent for a moment. She instinctively wanted to turn it down, but she imagined being Naruto's wife someday, being by his side, seeing him smile at her the way he did at Sakura...
She hesitated for a bit but nodded firmly, determination shining in her pale eyes. "I'll do it," she said.
"Good," Sasuke said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "We start tomorrow."
The morning sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon when Hinata arrived at the Uchiha Clan. She clutched her hands together tightly, her nerves a tangled knot in her stomach. The idea of training with Sasuke had seemed like a bold step forward the night before, but now, standing there alone, she wasn't so sure.
What if she couldn't do it? What if she only embarrassed herself and failed to learn anything significant?
Her resolve wavered, and she took a hesitant step back. Maybe she wasn't ready for this. Maybe it was better to admire Naruto from afar than to risk—
"You're late."
Hinata froze, spinning around to see Sasuke walking toward her, he had a hand in his pocket and his expression was as unreadable as ever. His other hand was holding a bag like he just returned from shopping.
"S-Sasuke," she stammered, her face flushing. "I-I was just—"
"Thinking about running away?" he interrupted, his sharp gaze pinning her in place.
She looked down at the ground, twirling her fingers together. "I-I don't think I can do this," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
Sasuke stopped in front of her, his expression softening ever so slightly. "You're nervous," he said matter-of-factly. "That's normal. But if you give up now, you will never be able to do it again in the future."
Hinata hesitated, her doubts still tugging at her. "What if… What if I fail?" she admitted, her voice trembling.
Sasuke's expression softened just slightly, though his tone remained firm. "You won't," he said. "Not if you're willing to work for it. And trust me, Naruto would want to see you try. He isn't one to give up so easily, and if you're serious about this, you shouldn't either."
Hinata swallowed hard, the determination in his words stirring something inside her. She nodded hesitantly, her fingers relaxing. "You're right," she said softly. "I'll try."
Sasuke smirked faintly. "Good. Then let's begin."
Sasuke stepped past her, gesturing for her to follow him into the house. "First, we'll work on your stance. Confidence starts with how you carry yourself."
Hinata blinked, following him hesitantly. "How I carry myself?"
"Yes," he said sharply, turning to face her. "The way you carry yourself tells people who you are. Right now, you're timid, and unsure. That needs to change."
She nodded, though her fingers fidgeted nervously in front of her.
Sasuke sighed, narrowing his eyes. "Stop that."
"Stop what?" she asked, startled.
"The fidgeting," he said, crossing his arms. "It's a habit that screams insecurity. If you want Naruto—or anyone—to see you differently, you have to change how you present yourself. Everyone want a partner who is confident in themselves, which is why Sakura caught Naruto's attention despite the way she treated him."
Of course, that last part was a lie. Naruto "likes" Sakura for an entirely different reason but there was no need to tell Hinata that.
Hinata glanced down, "I… I'm not sure how to do that."
Sasuke retrieved a folded piece of fabric from his bag and held it out to her. "First, change into this."
Hinata blinked, staring at the fabric in his hand. "W-What is that?"
"Something that will help," he said bluntly. "You want to exude confidence? It starts with showing you're not afraid to stand out."
Her cheeks turned crimson as she unfolded the fabric. It was a sleeveless training top, fitted and cropped just above the waist ample collar to show off a woman's breasts. Under it is a dark purple form-fitting short.
"I-I can't wear this!" she stammered.
"Why not?" Sasuke asked, his tone even.
"It's… it's too revealing," she stammered, her face burning.
"That's the point," he said, holding the outfit out to her. "If you want to build confidence, you need to stop hiding. This will help you get used to being seen—and being comfortable with it."
"You can," Sasuke said firmly, stepping closer. "And you will. Besides, no one else will see you in this. I'll tell you if it doesn't look good on you right away so you won't have to wear them again if it doesn't work."
"I-I..."
Sasuke interrupted whatever she was going to say. "Unless you want to keep standing in the shadows, hoping Naruto notices you without ever taking a step forward."
The mention of Naruto made her pause. She clenched her hands into fists, summoning her courage. Finally, she nodded and took the outfit from him. "A-Alight," she said quietly. "I'll do it."
"Good," Sasuke said, his expression unreadable. "You can change in the other room. I'll wait here."
As he waited, his mind turned over his approach. This wasn't just about building her confidence—it was about breaking down the timid habits that had held her back for years. Besides, he wasn't helping her out of the goodness of his heart. At the very least, he knows he will get something fun out of this if he plays his cards right.
When Hinata emerged, his thoughts screeched to a halt.
She stepped into the room with hands crossed over her chest to hide them despite the clothes covering them. The fitted crop top hugged her torso snugly, accentuating her slender frame and hinting at the toned muscle beneath her soft, pale skin. The sleeveless design exposed her delicate shoulders and the long neckline of the shirt exposed the top of her ample breasts for him to see. The shorts clung to her ample bottom and revealed long, toned legs that looked both graceful and strong. Her hair, dark and silky, framed her face, and the faint blush on her cheeks only added to her natural beauty.
The Hyuga heiress was striking, a quiet beauty who rarely let herself be seen.
For a moment, Sasuke forgot himself, his Sharingan instinctively activated and caught every detail with an almost painful clarity. Sasuke's gaze lingered for a moment longer than he intended. He had always known that she had a good body hidden beneath all her baggy clothes bit hadn't expected such a transformation, and for a brief second, he found himself captivated.
Hinata's cheeks turned crimson as she caught the intensity of his gaze. "I-Is it okay?" she asked hesitantly.
Sasuke cleared his throat, his Sharingan deactivating and pushing aside the uncharacteristic moment of distraction. "Not bad," he said, his voice neutral. "But you should stop fidgeting. Own it." He said, gesturing to her arms.
She nodded, forcing herself to stand straighter and her hand fell to her side. The air felt cooler against her exposed skin, but she tried to ignore it, focusing instead on holding her posture.
"Good," Sasuke said after a moment, his tone more measured. He circled her slowly, his sharp eyes 'assessing' her stance. "The outfit suits you. It makes you look more confident, even if you don't feel it yet."
Hinata shifted under his scrutiny, but she resisted the urge to cover herself. Sasuke circled her again before stopping in front of her again. He paused, looking her up and down again before finally nodding.
"You might look good but confidence isn't just about how you look. It's about how you carry yourself. If you want Naruto to see you as a potential girlfriend, you have to act the part too."
"H-how do I do that?" Hinata asked, her gaze falling to the ground.
"For starters, you need to look people in the eye when you speak to them," Sasuke said. He stepped forward, gripping her chin and lifting it so she had no choice but to look up at him. "You don't need to actually be confident, just act like you are. Start with small things, like looking people in the eyes when you speak. Be direct with your words, and you'll come off like you know what you want."
Hinata swallowed hard, trying not to squirm under his grip. She had never been this close to another guy before, at least outside of spars. She could practically smell his scent—a hint of cinnamon, sandalwood, and citrus—and it made her heart race. She resisted the urge to back away, her heart racing in her chest.
Sasuke dropped her chin suddenly, a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. "Stand up straighter."
Hinata immediately straightened her back.
"Like that," Sasuke said. "Act like you're confident, be proud of yourself, and people won't doubt it. A girl who looks confident is much more attractive than one who is ashamed to be seen."
Hinata swallowed hard but nodded.
Sasuke looked at her with an expression she couldn't read, before finally nodding again as if satasified.
"Sit," Sasuke instructed, nodding toward the small table in the dining area.
She obeyed, perching nervously on the edge of the chair. Sasuke disappeared into the kitchen, and she could hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing. After a few minutes, he returned with two plates of simple breakfast fare—rice, eggs, and grilled fish he prepared before he went out to get the costume. He set one plate in front of her and took the seat across from her.
"Eat," he said, picking up his chopsticks.
Hinata hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for her chopsticks. The silence between them felt heavy, and she couldn't help but feel self-conscious under his gaze, even though he wasn't staring at her directly.
"You're thinking too much again," Sasuke said suddenly, breaking the quiet.
She looked up at him, startled. "I-I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "You're here to learn. Being bad at it at the start isn't a problem, it will only be a problem if you don't improve."
Hinata nodded, taking a small bite of her food. It was simple but delicious, and she found herself relaxing slightly as she ate.
They ate in silence for a while, the quiet between them surprisingly comfortable. By the time they finished, Hinata realized she felt less self-conscious than when she had first stepped into the house.
Sasuke leaned back in his chair, studying her with an appraising look. "Better," he said after a moment. "You're starting to relax."
Hinata nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "Thank you," she said, her voice more steady.
"Don't thank me yet," he said, standing and picking up their plates. "This is just the beginning. But that will be all for today. We'll meet again tomorrow."
Hinata glanced at him, relieved and yet confused since all that happened was a change in clothes and a meal.
He could see the confusion and explained, "We don't want to push things too far too fast. That will do more harm than good. From now on, you will come here whenever you can and try a variety of outfits so you can gradually get used to being seen. Once I deem you good enough, I'll start modifying your outfits to show off outside of here too."
"I-I don't think I can wear this outside," she said softly.
"You don't have to," Sasuke said. "This outfit is a lot more revealing on purpose, so you won't be as bad when you wear something more normal outside."
Hinata nodded, a flicker of relief flashing across her features.
"I have to meet up with my team. You are welcome to stay as long as you like or leave after you get change." Sasuke said as he headed to the kitchen. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"A-Alright," Hinata said. "Thank you, Sasuke."
The days turned into weeks as Sasuke pushed Hinata further out of her comfort zone. What began as wearing a snug training outfit soon escalated into more daring attire. Each session at his house followed the same pattern: Sasuke would lay out a new outfit, instruct her to change, and then guide her through a series of exercises to reinforce her confidence.
At first, she had struggled to adjust to the new outfits he provided—each one a little more daring than the last. The snug crop tops and shorts gave way to sleeveless dresses that hugged her figure, then to athletic outfits that bared her midriff and legs entirely. Sasuke had a knack for choosing clothes that pushed her boundaries without crossing into outright discomfort.
Slowly, she began to adjust. With each outfit, her movements became less hesitant. Sasuke pushed her further with every session, encouraging her to wear items that were more revealing than she ever thought she'd dare. Then, by the third week, Sasuke brought out a swimsuit, a two-piece.
Hinata's face burned as she took it from him. "T-This is too much," she protested weakly.
"It's not," he replied coolly. "If you can walk around in this without hesitating, then you'll have no problem around Naruto—or anyone else."
Hinata had hesitated for what felt like an eternity, but the steady, unyielding look in his eyes had convinced her to step out of the changing area.
When she did, Sasuke paused, his gaze flicking over her with the same critical eye he used during their sessions. "It suits you," he'd said simply, but that only made her blush harder.
Each new outfit came with a challenge but none of it paled in comparison to the first time she had to walk out in public with her modified outfit. It was nowhere near as revealing as the swimsuit, but it still made her more nervous than she'd like to admit. At first, Hinata had been hyper-aware of every glance and murmur directed her way, her hands constantly twitching toward her sides as if to shield herself. But Sasuke's constant reminders—and his unwavering confidence in her—slowly began to sink in.
"Stop worrying about what other people think," he'd told her one day as they walked through the market. She was wearing a sundress with thin straps, her shoulders and legs exposed to the summer sun. "They're not judging you. And if they are, it's their problem, not yours."
His words had stuck with her, and day by day, her self-consciousness began to fade.
By the fourth week, Hinata's confidence had grown in ways she hadn't anticipated. She could now walk through Sasuke's house in her underwear without a second thought. Her movements were no longer hesitant; she carried herself with a quiet strength that even Sasuke couldn't help but notice.
"Not bad," he said one day, his tone carrying a hint of approval. "You're ready for the next step."
He handed her another swimsuit. Only this one is more string than cloth, a g-string bikini. His expression remained as neutral as ever.
Hinata stared at the outfit Sasuke held up, her face redder than he'd ever seen. If it wasn't for the gradual training they had the past month, he might have passed out directly at the thought of wearing such a scanty thing.
"T-This… I can't wear this!" she exclaimed, her voice rising slightly.
"If you can handle this here, you'll handle anything outside," he said simply, handing her the outfit.
Though her hands trembled as she took the garment, something in his words gave her strength. She changed behind the trees as she always did, her cheeks burning the entire time. When she emerged, the confidence she had been building warred with her lingering nerves.
Sasuke's gaze swept over her, lingering just long enough that it made her feel... different. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was certainly something new. She unconsciously held her breath as he looked her over, her face flushed hotter by the second.
Sasuke's gaze lingered on her. She could see his Sharingan flare just slightly and her heart raced, a faint fluttering stirring inside her stomach.
'It's just to check your posture so he can review it later,' Hinata told herself. 'There's nothing else...'
Finally, Sasuke nodded, the corner of his lip twitching up. "Good," he said simply. "Once you get used to wearing this, we can move on to the next step."
Hinata wasn't sure what the next step was, but she knew Sasuke would tell her once they were ready. Until then, she would continue to train. She could see that his training had worked wonders already, not just with her confidence in her looks but even during training too. She learned that Sasuke knew what he was talking about so she trusted him.
Since Hinata started wearing her g-string in his house, Sasuke began making subtle changes to his own outfits too. At first, it was small things—a sleeveless shirt and loose training pants that hung low on his hips. Hinata barely noticed, too focused on her own progress.
But as her confidence grew and she started to feel at ease in her revealing outfits, Sasuke decided it was time to introduce a new layer to her training.
When she arrived at his house one morning for breakfast, she was surprised to find him in nothing but loose black shorts, his upper body bare. His lean, toned physique was a stark reminder of the years he'd spent honing his body for combat, every muscle defined yet effortlessly balanced.
Hinata's immediate instinct was to avert her eyes, her cheeks warming despite herself.
"Is something wrong?" Sasuke asked, raising an eyebrow as he set two plates of food on the table.
"N-No," she stammered, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I-I just… wasn't expecting…"
"You're going to see people in all sorts of situations," he interrupted, sitting down across from her. "It wouldn't do if you passed out as soon as Naruto took off his shirt. The next step is to get you used to the male body."
His words hit their mark. Hinata took a steadying breath, reminding herself of everything she had worked on so far. She forced her eyes to stay level, even when they wanted to stray to the faint sheen of sweat on his skin or the way his muscles shifted as he moved.
At first, it was difficult for Hinata to maintain her composure. Her newly found confidence in herself didn't entirely translate to seeing someone else so exposed. But Sasuke's calm, matter-of-fact demeanor left her no choice but to adapt.
One morning, as she helped clear the dishes after breakfast, she realized she had stopped flinching or looking away. Instead, she found herself holding her ground, meeting his gaze with steady eyes and even a faint smile.
"You're adapting faster than I expected," Sasuke said, pouring her a cup of tea and handing it to her.
Hinata accepted it with steady hands, a soft smile gracing her lips. "It's because you've been patient with me," she said. "I've learned a lot from you."
Sasuke's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You've done the work yourself," he said finally. "Now it's time to see how you handle yourself outside of this house."
Hinata nodded, her confidence solidifying with every passing day.
"Next will be the final step of the first training-" Sasuke said, his voice steady as he crossed his arms.
"First training? There is more after this?" she asked with a slightly raised voice, interrupting him.
"Of course. This isn't just about making you more confident. It's about giving you the skills and the tools you need to get with Naruto. Confidence is only the first part."
Hinata blinked. She had never considered what would happen if she did catch Naruto's attention. But now that he had mentioned it, she couldn't think of anything.
"Ok. I'll be ready," she said firmly.
Sasuke nodded. "As I was going to say, You're comfortable now, but only when you're covered to a certain extent. You've grown confident in your body, but you're still holding back."
Hinata's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"You can't rely on barriers to feel secure," he said simply. "You need to be confident no matter what. That includes situations where you're completely exposed."
"Y-you mean..." Her cheeks immediately flushed at his words. Her hands instinctively moved to cover herself as if she's already naked
Hinata hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. The idea of being completely bare, even in front of Sasuke, was daunting.
"I-I don't know if I can," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sasuke stepped closer, his gaze steady and calm. "You've said that before, and yet you've overcome every challenge so far. This is no different."
Her breath hitched, but his unwavering confidence in her gave her strength. Slowly, she nodded. "O-Okay. I'll try."
She got up to go "change" in another room but Sasuke stopped her.
"If we're going to push you past your final boundaries, you need to be comfortable enough to do it here and now," he said.
Hinata's face turned scarlet. "H-here? Now?" she stammered, her voice barely a squeak.
"Of course. Did you think you'll always have another room to change in?" he asked.
She bit her lip, her hands trembling slightly as she thought about what he was asking. Despite everything she'd done, it still felt like a lot.
Sasuke reached out, resting a hand on her shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"If you're not ready, we can do this another day," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle.
The concern in his voice gave her strength and she forced herself to straighten. She had worked so hard to be the woman he told her she could be, to become someone who could be with Naruto. If she backed out now, she'd not only be letting herself down but betraying the trust Sasuke had in her.
She took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. Slowly, she reached behind her neck, untying the strings of her bikini top. It slipped from her shoulders, leaving her upper body bare. She hesitated again before sliding her hands to her hips, undoing the string, and removing the rest of her outfit.
When she finally stood completely exposed, her heart pounded in her chest. She resisted the urge to cover herself, instead forcing her hands to stay at her sides.
Sasuke's gaze remained steady, his eyes becoming the red that she came to know a lot this few weeks. He checked out her body. He had seen it a lot these past few weeks but it was always covered, no matter how little. Seeing her completely exposed like this, with her sizable breasts on full display, her hips and thighs bare of clothing, and a little blush on her cheeks...
Sasuke found himself captivated by her once again.
"Good," he said after taking a moment to catch himself. "Now, walk."
"W-Walk?" she stammered, her face flushed.
"Confidence isn't just about standing still," he explained. "You need to be able to carry yourself well even when you feel exposed too."
With trembling steps, Hinata began to move around the room. Her initial embarrassment gradually gave way to a strange sense of liberation. By the time she completed a circuit, she felt more at ease than she ever thought possible.
As she stood before him again, Sasuke surprised her by removing his own shorts, leaving himself completely bare. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching at the sight. She figured that the next step would be seeing Sasuke naked too but she didn't think it would be this soon.
Her gaze unconsciously moved down his body to his...
"Is it supposed to be that big?" She found herself asking before she could stop herself. Her face flushed hotter than it had all morning.
Sasuke smirked, "Not everyone's the same," he said matter-of-factly. "Besides, it's not even hard yet."
Her eyes widened as she gulped. "It can get bigger?!"
"You'll see," he said simply, his tone almost teasing. "For now, do you want some food? You might be hungry since we haven't eaten."
Too embarrassed to speak, Hinata nodded, thankful for the change in topic.
Hinata quickly adapted to the idea of being completely exposed around Sasuke, having already been used to the process. It helped that Sasuke was patient and respectful—though he could be blunt at times, she always knew he had her best interests at heart. By the second day, she found herself moving confidently around his home, wearing nothing but her own skin. Yet she couldn't help stealing glances at Sasuke now and then—particularly at his "assets." She tried to keep her eyes from wandering, but it was difficult.
She admitted he was handsome and she could see why other girls liked him so much. The first time she saw him unclothed had awakened unfamiliar feelings inside her, feelings she couldn't quite name but couldn't ignore.
Hinata pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. She didn't want to confuse herself or Sasuke with those feelings, and besides, she had more important things to focus on.
"Since you're doing well," Sasuke said one morning after they finished breakfast, "are you ready for the next part?"
Hinata's heart raced. She looked at him, unsure. "I… I'll need to know what to do when I'm with Naruto, right?"
Sasuke nodded. "There will be moments where things become physical. You can't freeze up or shy away."
"I-I want to learn," she said firmly, her voice trembling slightly but steadying after the first stutter.
Sasuke extended a hand toward her, his movements deliberate and calm. "We'll start with something simple. Touch is the foundation of any intimate interaction."
Without hesitation, Hinata placed her hand in his. His grip was firm but reassuring as he pulled her into a hug. For a moment, she froze, her body tense and her heart pounding in her chest. But then she felt his warmth surrounding her, the faint scent of cinnamon, sandalwood, and citrus wafting around her.
She closed her eyes and relaxed into the embrace.
The feel of his body—his solid arms, broad shoulders, and strong chest—was strikingly different from her own. She felt safe with him, protected. Unconsciously, her arms wrapped around him, returning the hug.
"See? Not so bad," he said, his voice steady. "It doesn't have to be weird or embarrassing. Physical contact is an important part of any relationship."
"Hmm." Hinata nodded, her cheek pressed to his chest, her mind only half-listening to his words. She had no idea how long they stood like that, but when he finally pulled back, she felt a strange pang of disappointment she didn't fully understand.
He held her hand and guided her to the couch. When he sat down, he pulled her gently onto his lap, her back resting against his chest and his arm wrapped around her stomach. She thought it would feel similar to the hug earlier but it wasn't—there was something different. That "something" is the unmistakable feel of his... "parts" pressing against her backside.
"S-Sasuke?" Hinata stammered, her cheeks flaming.
He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her ear. "If you're worried about that now, how will you handle what comes next?" While he sounded casual, his mind was anything but. It was taking all he have not to pop a boner at this moment.
Hinata fell silent, her mind racing. He had a point—if she couldn't handle this, how would she manage more intimate situations?
"Just relax," Sasuke said, his tone calm. "Let me take the lead."
His hands moved slowly, slipping from her stomach to her breasts. "Naruto will notice these," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "They're big and beautiful. They'll catch his attention."
Hinata froze, her face scarlet. "W-What do you mean?"
"It means," Sasuke replied, his fingers brushing over her nipples, "that Naruto will want to touch them. He might hesitate at first, unsure of what to do, especially if it's his first time. That's where you come in—you'll need to guide him."
Hinata let out a soft gasp, but she didn't pull away. Her heart raced and her breath felt like it got caught in her through as Sasuke's hands cupped her breasts more fully. His touch was firm but not rough, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with precision.
"This is something he'll want to explore," Sasuke continued, his voice steady and instructional despite the intimate nature of his actions. "Offer to let him touch them but don't be too eager. Let him take the lead when he's ready, and respond naturally."
Hinata's breath hitched as Sasuke rolled her nipples between his fingers, teasing the sensitive peaks. A shiver ran through her, her body stiffening as she fought to process the unfamiliar sensations.
"A-Ah," she whimpered softly, her cheeks burning.
Sasuke's smirk deepened as he released one of her breasts, his hand trailing down to her thigh. "Keep your legs parted," he instructed. "It'll make it easier for him to feel comfortable exploring more."
"O-Okay," Hinata stammered, her body trembling slightly as she obeyed, parting her legs hesitantly.
Sasuke's hand moved between her thighs, his fingers brushing over her folds. His touch was light at first, testing, before he pressed a little more firmly. "You're already wet," he observed, his tone neutral but tinged with amusement. "That's a good sign—it shows you're responsive. It should that you enjoy it."
Hinata turned her face away, mortified but unable to deny the truth in his words. "I-I didn't mean to," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"You don't need to be ashamed," Sasuke said. "Letting him know how much he affects you like this will only encourage him. Honesty is important."
She hesitated, her voice trembling as she forced herself to respond. "Y-Yes. Your touch… made me wet."
"Good girl," he praised, his fingers beginning to trace slow circles around her clit. "When the time comes, let him know what you like. If he's any good, he'll listen and adjust."
Hinata bit her lip as the pleasure began to build, her breaths quickening. "I-I… I like it when you…" She paused, her embarrassment threatening to overwhelm her.
"When I what?" Sasuke prompted, his tone patient but firm. "Be specific, Hinata. Use your words."
"I… I like it when you rub my… nub," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Good," he said, his tone approving. "What else? Don't leave out any details. It's important that you get used to talking dirty."
Hinata's body tensed as Sasuke's fingers pressed more firmly, his movements deliberate and measured. Her moans became more frequent, her hips moving instinctively against his hand.
"I-I... like being called a g-good girl." Hinata's breathing turned ragged as he picked up his pace.
Sasuke's smirk widened. "Is that so?" he asked. "Well, are a good girl. You've been working so hard and you've earned my approval. You will always be a good girl to me."
Hinata felt her whole body shiver. It felt wrong to like him complimenting her like that. His words were so normal but something about the way he said them made her heart race. Her legs quivered, and she couldn't stop herself from gasping and moaning.
Hinata's breaths grew ragged as she let herself sink further into the sensations coursing through her body. Sasuke's fingers moved with expert precision, each slow, deliberate circle over her clit pulling soft gasps and moans from her lips. Her legs quivered, her hands gripping his arms as if to anchor herself.
"Don't hold back," Sasuke encouraged, his voice steady and soothing. "Let yourself feel it. This is about learning to embrace your responses."
Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she nodded, her body instinctively following his lead. "I-I can't help it," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"You're not supposed to," he replied, his fingers slipping lower, teasing her entrance. When he slid a finger inside her, her body stiffened momentarily before relaxing into the unfamiliar sensation.
Hinata gasped, her head tipping back to rest against his shoulder as he began to move, his motions slow and exploratory. "N-Ngh…" she whimpered, her hips shifting slightly to meet his rhythm.
"Good girl," Sasuke murmured, his free hand returning to her breast. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, the combination of sensations making her arch against him. "You're doing great, Hinata. Just focus on what feels good."
"N-Ngh," she whimpered, biting her lip.
"Sasuke," she gasped, her voice laced with both desperation and surrender.
"You're close," he said, his tone soft yet firm. "Don't fight it. Let it happen."
Hinata's nails dug into his arms as the tension within her snapped, a wave of pleasure crashing over her so intensely it left her breathless. Her hips bucked against his hand, her moans turning into cries as her orgasm washed through her.
"Oh—ah!" she cried, her body trembling violently as she clung to him, her mind a hazy blur of pleasure.
Her orgasm hit and all she could feel was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. It was a wave of ecstasy, crashing over her like a tide and washing her away. For a brief moment, she forgot how to think or even breathe as her whole body was filled with intense pleasure.
Sasuke held her steady, his movements slowing to a stop and guiding her through the aftershocks until her body finally began to relax. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice warm and reassuring.
Hinata slumped against him, her breathing ragged as she tried to process what had just happened. She had never felt anything so overwhelming, so consuming, and for a moment, she could only lie there, her body still twitching from the lingering pleasure.
Sasuke chuckled, his voice low and soothing. "This is just the start. You were on the receiving end just now but in the future, you will need to be able to give too."
Hinata couldn't respond right away, still trying to catch her breath. Finally, she said, "Y-Yes. "
"Once you recover, you should get cleaned up and dressed. Our lesson ends here for today." Sasuke told her. As much as he wanted to push he down and have his way with her, he knew he had to be patient. If he pushed too hard, he risked scaring her.
When Hinata finally recovered, she moved to get up only to notice the erection pressed up against her. She swallowed hard. "Sasuke..." she murmured.
"I'm fine," he said simply. "It'll go away in a while."
Hinata hesitated, looking up at him with wide eyes. "T-There's something I can do, right?"
Sasuke blinked, "Huh?"
"T-To make it go down," she said, her face turning crimson.
Sasuke's expression shifted slightly, caught between surprise and contemplation. He studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers for hesitation. "You don't have to push yourself so hard," he said finally, his tone soft but firm.
Hinata shook her head, her resolve strengthening. "I want to do it," she said, her voice more certain this time. "You've helped me so much these past few weeks. I want to help you too."
"It is the next part of our training… isn't it? I'm ready to learn a-and..." She hesitated, then added with a shy glance, "You helped me so much these past few weeks. I want to help you too."
Sasuke stared at her for a long moment, his lips curving into a smile. He didn't want to push her too hard but if she's offering, who is he to turn her down? He didn't think he would get to this part so soon.
"If that's what you want," he said, his voice steady. "I'll guide you."
Hinata nodded, her determination steadying her nerves as she shifted off his lap and onto her knees in front of him. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of him—erect, hard, and larger than she'd expected.
"What should I do first?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly but filled with genuine curiosity.
"Start by touching it," Sasuke said, leaning back slightly to give her room. "Get a feel for it. Take your time."
Hinata reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the heated length of his cock. It was hot, firm, and pulsing under her touch, and the sensation sent a strange thrill through her. Slowly, she wrapped her hand around him, marveling at the sheer size and weight of him.
"Grip it firmly, but not too hard then start moving your hand up and down," Sasuke said, watching her carefully.
She adjusted her hold, her strokes tentative at first as her hand slid up and down his shaft. The movement felt awkward, but as she glanced up at him, she noticed his breath hitch slightly, a low sound escaping his throat.
"Good," he murmured, his voice rougher now. "Keep going. Find a rhythm."
Encouraged by his reaction, Hinata's confidence grew. She stroked him more deliberately, her movements steadying as she got used to the feel of him. Her free hand joined the first, and she experimented with her grip, twisting slightly as she reached the tip before sliding back down.
"You're learning fast," Sasuke said, his tone laced with approval.
Hinata felt her cheeks flush at the praise, her strokes on his cock growing more confident. She glanced up at him, her heart racing as she asked hesitantly, "Is there… more I can do?"
Sasuke's gaze softened, and a small smirk tugged at his lips. "You can use your breasts," he suggested. "It'll feel even better."
Hinata blinked, her blush deepening as her gaze flickered between her chest and the erection in her hands. "M-My breasts?"
"Yes," Sasuke said, his voice calm but firm. "Sandwich my cock between them and move up and down. It'll make it feel good in a different way from your hands."
Hinata nodded. She adjusted her position, pressing her chest forward as she let go of him for a moment. Gently, she cupped her breasts, lifting them to envelop his cock.
"They're so soft," Sasuke murmured, his voice dropping slightly. "You'll need to press them together with your arms. Like this."
Hinata followed his guidance, pressing her arms inward to squeeze her breasts around his length. She began to move, her arms creating a smooth rhythm as she slid her breasts along his shaft. The head of his cock peeked out at the top of each motion, and beads of precum glistened against her skin. The sensation of his arousal against her was unfamiliar but oddly satisfying, and she found herself focusing on maintaining her rhythm.
Her action made Sasuke groan softly, the sound sending a strange thrill through her.
"You're doing amazing," Sasuke said, his voice rough with pleasure.
Hinata looked up at him, her blush deepening at the intensity of his gaze. Emboldened by his reaction, she quickened her pace slightly, her breasts pressing firmly around his cock as she moved.
"Try licking the tip when it comes out," Sasuke suggested, his voice steady but tinged with arousal.
Hinata hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, her tongue flicking out to lap at the head of his cock as it emerged from her cleavage. The salty taste was unfamiliar, but she didn't pull back, instead swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip.
Sasuke groaned, his hips twitching slightly at the sensation. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand moving to rest lightly on her head.
"Suck the tip," he ordered, his voice low and firm.
Hinata didn't hesitate to obey, wrapping her lips around the tip of his dick and taking it into her mouth. The warmth of her lips around him made Sasuke groan, his fingers threading gently through her hair.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with approval. "Good girl."
Hinata's cheeks flushed deeper as she opened her mouth wider, her tongue swirling against the sensitive underside of his cock. Her movements were tentative at first, her hands still holding the base as she focused on exploring what felt natural.
"Relax your jaw," Sasuke instructed, his tone steady but firm. "And use your hand for the rest until you're comfortable taking more."
She nodded slightly, adjusting her grip and relaxing her mouth as she slid further down his length. She felt a flicker of pride as Sasuke groaned again, his hips twitching slightly.
"You're doing amazing," he said, his fingers brushing softly against her scalp.
Hinata's confidence grew with his praise, and she began to bob her head slowly, her lips and tongue working together to please him. She moved her hand in tandem with her mouth, stroking the base as she sucked, her movements growing more fluid with each pass.
When she tried to take him deeper, the head of his cock brushed against the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. She pulled back quickly, coughing softly as she caught her breath.
"That's okay," Sasuke reassured her, his tone gentle. "You just started after all, you'll get used to it."
Hinata nodded, determination flickering in her gaze as she leaned forward again. This time, she focused on the tip, her tongue swirling and flicking over the sensitive flesh as her hand stroked him firmly. The combination drew sharper groans from Sasuke, his grip on her hair tightening slightly.
"You're doing incredible, Hinata," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure.
She blushed at the praise, her pace quickening as she became more confident. Her tongue pressed and licked at the underside of his cock while her lips sucked firmly on the head. Her free hand steadied his base, stroking in rhythm with her mouth as she worked to take him deeper each time.
When she managed to take more of him into her mouth without gagging, Sasuke groaned deeply, his hips jerking slightly. "Good girl," he said, his voice rougher now. "Keep going."
Hinata's heart raced as she pushed herself further, her lips sliding down his shaft until she could feel him press against her throat again. She gagged slightly but didn't pull away immediately, adjusting until she found a rhythm that worked. Over and over again, she tried to take him deeper into her mouth, each attempt pushing her limits just a little further. She gagged slightly every time his cock brushed the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. After a few tries, she finally managed to take more of him, her lips sliding down until about a third of his length disappeared into her mouth. She gagged again, tears stinging her eyes as she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
"Take your time," Sasuke said gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His voice was soothing despite the strain of arousal that tinged it. "You're doing better than I expected."
Hinata nodded, her determination unshaken as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I… I'll do better," she murmured, her voice trembling but steady.
"You don't have to push yourself so hard," Sasuke replied, his tone firm yet reassuring. "This isn't about perfection. It's about learning."
Hinata smiled faintly, the encouragement spurring her on as she leaned forward again. This time, she moved with more confidence, her hands steadying his cock as she wrapped her lips around the head once more. She alternated between sucking and stroking, her tongue swirling over his sensitive tip with deliberate care. Her gag reflex flared, but she adjusted, pulling back just enough before trying again.
"Good girl," Sasuke murmured, his hand resting lightly on her head. "That's it. Keep going just like that."
Hinata preened under his praise, the heat in her cheeks spreading down her neck as she bobbed her head steadily. She could feel his cock twitching in her mouth, a sign that he was nearing his release, and it filled her with a strange sense of pride.
"I'm getting close," he grunted.
Hinata could feel it twitching in her mouth as if urging her to work faster. The realization that Sasuke was close spurred her on, her hands and mouth working in tandem as she quickened her pace, determined to bring him the same release he had given her earlier. She wanted to see Sasuke feeling as good as she was feeling just a few moments ago.
"Here it comes," he grunted suddenly, his grip on her head tightening as his hips bucked forward. The sudden movement pushed his cock deeper into her mouth than she expected, and Hinata gagged slightly, her hands bracing against his thighs to steady herself.
Warmth flooded her throat in spurts, the intensity of his release taking her by surprise. She swallowed instinctively, her throat tightening around him as she tried to keep up, but the sheer volume overwhelmed her.
When Sasuke finally pulled back, a final burst spattered across her lips and chin, leaving her flushed and gasping for air. She didn't get much reprieved because as soon as his cock was freed from her mouth, it spurt a string of cum across her face, covering it with his seeds. She wiped at her face with trembling fingers, her wide eyes flicking up to meet his.
"Sorry! Are you okay?" Sasuke asked, his tone unexpectedly soft and apologetic as he reached out to steady her. He didn't mean to do that.
Hinata looked up at him, her vision slightly blurry from the tears stinging her eyes. She nodded weakly, her voice shaky. "Y-Yes. I'm okay."
She swallowed hard, the taste lingering on her tongue, and glanced at his now flaccid dick. Her split only covered half the length. She's both disappointed and proud. Disappointed that she wasn't able to take the whole thing yet proud that she was able to take so much on her first time. She had done her best and that was all she could do.
"I didn't mean to push you too hard," Sasuke said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Really, I'm fine. I… I still have a lot to learn," she said, a smile tugging at her lips. "But thank you for teaching me."
Sasuke felt his heart skipped a beat when he saw her smile. For the first time since they started, he felt something other than application for her beauty and lust for her body.
"O-oh," Sasuke said. "Of course I will. You can count on me."
Hinata nodded happily.
"You should get cleaned up and head back before your family start wondering where you went." Sasuke said, clearing his throat. "We'll continue this tomorrow."
"Okay," Hinata said as she got up. She wobbled a bit, feeling a bit lightheaded but Sauske caught her and helped her to the bathroom.
After cleaning up and getting changed, Hinata thanked Sasuke one last time before leaving. As she walked away, she felt a pang of disappointment. It felt nice to spend time with him every day and have someone who supported her so completely but the day felt too short.
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Sasuke's living room. Hinata was in there without any clothes on, her posture relaxed, a faint smile on her lips. Over a month had passed since their lessons began, and Hinata had surprised even herself with how much she'd learned. She had changed since then—her confidence had grown, her movements less hesitant, her demeanor more self-assured and it's all thanks to Sasuke.
Now, as she knelt before him once again, her movements spoke of the skill and confidence she had cultivated. Her hands rested lightly on his thighs for balance, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth with practiced ease.
The warmth of her tongue slid along his length as she worked her way down, her breathing steady and controlled. There was no hesitation in her movements, no flinch or falter when he brushed the back of her throat. Instead, she adjusted seamlessly, angling her head and relaxing her jaw to take him deeper.
Sasuke groaned softly, his hand resting on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. "Hinata," he murmured, his voice strained, a low vibration of approval rumbling in his chest.
She didn't pause to respond. Her focus remained on him, her hands sliding up to grip the base of his cock as she pressed forward, swallowing him completely. Her nose brushed against his pelvis, and her throat flexed around him as she held him there for a moment before pulling back slowly, her tongue dragging along his length.
The sound of her breath mingled with the soft, slick sounds of her movements, each motion fluid and deliberate. When she reached the tip, her tongue flicked against it before she took him deep again, the rhythm she set both confident and unrelenting.
Sasuke's grip on her hair tightened slightly, his hips shifting as he struggled to maintain control. "You are getting really good at this" he muttered, his voice low and rough.
Hinata didn't falter, the praise only spurring her on. She bobbed her head, her hands stroking the base in time with her mouth. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, a flicker of pride and determination in her gaze as she took him even deeper, swallowing him entirely once more.
His body tensed beneath her touch, his breaths turning into sharp, ragged gasps. She felt the subtle twitch of his cock in her throat, a telltale sign of his impending release, but she didn't slow. Instead, she quickened her pace, her movements precise and focused.
With a guttural groan, Sasuke reached climax. His hips bucked slightly and his cum spilled into her throat, the warm flood filling her mouth as she swallowed without hesitation. Her throat worked rhythmically, taking everything he gave her until he finally relaxed, his grip on her hair loosening.
When she pulled back, her lips glistened, a small bead of cum lingering at the corner of her mouth. She licked it away, her expression sultry and composed as she sat back on her heels.
Sasuke exhaled heavily, his gaze meeting hers. "Good girl," he said simply, though the approval in his tone was unmistakable.
Hinata smiled faintly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Thank you," she said softly. It filled her with a strange sense of satisfaction when Sasuke praised her like this.
"Wait here for a second," Sasuke said as he got up and headed to the drawer next to the sofa.
Hinata waited obediently as he pulled something from it and returned to her.
"Hinata," he called, his voice soft but commanding.
"Yes?" she replied, her cheeks tinging pink under his gaze. She came to understand that she liked his commanding tone but also knew that he only used it when necessary so she sat up straight and listened.
"I think it's time we take things a step further," he said. He placed out a small, polished box and placed it on the coffee table in front of them.
Hinata tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "What's that?"
Sasuke gestured for her to sit beside him. She obeyed, her gaze flicking between him and the box. "This," he said, opening it to reveal a small, sleek butt plug made of smooth silicone, its base adorned with a subtle gem, "is for the next part of your training."
"A b-butt plug?" she stammered, her voice squeaking slightly.
"It's entirely up to you," he said, his tone reassuring. "If you're not ready, we don't have to do this. But if you trust me, I'll guide you through it."
Hinata hesitated, her fingers twisting in her lap. She felt the familiar flutter of nervousness, but it was tempered by the trust she had built with Sasuke. He had never pushed her beyond her limits, always ensuring she felt safe and respected.
"I… I'll try," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly but filled with determination.
Sasuke nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He hadn't needed to bring up Naruto for Hinata lately. In fact, he hadn't needed to do that since her first blowjob. He sometimes wondered if she even remembered she was doing this for her crush. He even prepared a whole speech about training by using her butt since she wanted to save her first time for her future husband but it looked like he won't be needing it.
"Lie down on your stomach," He instructed gently.
Hinata did as he said, her heart racing as she positioned herself. The cool fabric of the couch pressed against her bare skin, and she felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation as Sasuke knelt beside her.
"I'll go slow," Sasuke said, his hands resting lightly on her lower back. He pressed a reassuring kiss to her shoulder, his touch calming as his fingers trailed down to her hips. "Just relax. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, tell me, and we'll stop."
Hinata nodded, her breath hitching slightly as she felt his hands spread her cheeks gently. The air against her bare skin made her shiver, and she buried her face in her arms to steady herself.
Sasuke applied a generous amount of lubricant to the plug, ensuring it would glide smoothly. "This might feel strange at first," he said, his voice soothing. "But it shouldn't hurt."
When she felt the cool touch of the plug against her entrance, her body tensed instinctively. Sasuke's hand rested on her lower back, his thumb rubbing gentle circles to help her relax.
"Breathe," he murmured.
Hinata exhaled slowly, her body gradually softening as he pressed the tip of the plug against her hole. The sensation was unfamiliar, but his calm presence kept her grounded.
"It's small," Sasuke said. "We'll start with just the tip and go from there."
She nodded, focusing on her breathing as he eased the plug in bit by bit. The stretch was unusual but not painful, and as he moved slowly, she found herself adjusting to the sensation.
"You're doing great," Sasuke said, his tone filled with quiet encouragement.
When the plug was fully seated, Hinata let out a shaky breath, her body tingling with the new experience. It felt odd but not unpleasant, and the sense of fullness surprised her.
"How does it feel?" Sasuke asked, his hand resting lightly on her hip.
"It's… different," Hinata admitted, her voice muffled against her arms. "But not bad."
Sasuke's hand brushed lightly over her back, a soothing gesture. "You're doing incredibly well," he said. "Unlike before when we can move on once you gain confidence, this one needs your body to adjust to it. We will gradually increase the size once your body can take it."
Hinata nodded, her body relaxing further as she adjusted to the new sensation. Despite her initial embarrassment, she felt a flicker of pride at having taken another step forward.
Months have gone by since their lesson first started. What had once been unfamiliar and daunting now felt like second nature. She'd mastered everything Sasuke had taught her—her once-tentative touch now assured, her movements practiced and fluid. She had learned to trust Sasuke's guidance fully, pushing herself beyond her comfort zone while always feeling safe in his hands. Even her initial hesitations about the more intimate lessons had faded, replaced by a quiet determination to excel in every aspect of what he offered to teach, and by this point, he taught her everything short of sex.
Today felt different, though. She could see it in the way Sasuke looked at her—not just with approval, but with anticipation.
"You've come so far," Sasuke said, his voice teasing, his dark eyes meeting hers. "I still remember the shy little girl who would blush and faint whenever something remotely lewd happened."
Hinata blushed, feeling a little embarrassed at how she used to be. She almost couldn't believe how delicate she used to be. The timid girl was gone now thanks to Sasuke, replaced by a woman who knew how to stand up for herself and make her own decisions. That doesn't mean she suddenly became a different person, just that she is now confident in herself.
The largest plug she had used rested on the bedside table—a mark of her progress.
"We're moving on to the next step, are you ready?"
Hinata swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. The next step could only mean one thing. She had been anticipating this moment, knowing it was inevitable, "I'm ready," she said softly, her voice steady despite the blush creeping across her cheeks and the butterflies in her stomach.
"Good," Sasuke replied, extending a hand toward her. "Let's take this step together."
He led her to the bedroom, the familiar setting making her feel more at ease.
"Lie down," Sasuke instructed, his voice gentle but firm. Hinata obeyed, settling onto the bed on her stomach as he retrieved the lubricant and positioned himself beside her.
"I'm going to take it slow, just like we've done with everything else. If it's too much at any point, tell me," he said, his hands sliding up her thighs as he eased her legs apart.
Hinata nodded, her cheeks flushed as she felt his hands on her. She took a steadying breath as Sasuke reached for the lubricant, applying a generous amount to his fingers before beginning to prepare her.
She shivered slightly at the coolness of the lubricant as his fingers trailed along the curve of her ass, the familiar presence of Sasuke calming her nerves. When he pressed a single finger against her entrance, her body tensed up instinctively but soon relaxed, the weeks of practice evident in the ease with which she adjusted.
Hinata bit her lip, her cheeks burning as Sasuke inserted a finger in her hole. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was different from using a butt plug and undeniably intense. When he added a second finger, she let out a soft gasp, her body instinctively pressing against the bed. Sasuke's fingers moved with practiced precision, stretching her gradually and preparing her for what was to come.
Hinata let out a soft breath, her body fully relaxed as he withdrew his fingers. She gripped the sheets beneath her as she felt it press against her entrance, the heat and shape of his cock unmistakable as he positioned himself above her.
"If you want to back out and do this some other day, you should say it now. There is no going back after this," He informed her.
"Keep going," Hinata whispered, her voice trembling but determined. "I trust you."
"Deep breath," Sasuke instructed, his hands held steady on her hips.
She obeyed, exhaling slowly as he began to push forward, the initial stretch drawing a sharp gasp from her and the muscle of her ass automatically tightened. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust before continuing, his movements slow and controlled. The feeling was intense but not overwhelming, her body accommodating him inch by inch as he eased deeper. Her grip on the sheets tightened, her breaths coming in soft, measured gasps as she focused on the sensation.
When he was fully seated, he paused, giving her a moment to catch her breath. His hands moved soothingly over her back and hips, grounding her.
"Tell me if it's too much," Sasuke said, his voice strained but steady.
"I'm okay," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt like she was ready but this was something new and so she wasn't used to it. Soon the initial discomfort began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of fullness.
Hinata exhaled shakily, her body relaxing further under his touch. "You can move," she said softly, her voice trembling a little but certain.
Slowly, he began to move, his thrusts shallow and deliberate as he gauged her responses. The rhythm was unhurried, giving her time to acclimate to the new sensations. She didn't think it would feel good, she heard from "girls talk" that doing it in the butt is uncomfortable at best but doing it with Sasuke now, it brought her a strange sense of pleasure.
Her moans were soft at first, but as he continued, they grew louder, her body responding instinctively to his movements. Sasuke's grip on her hips tightened slightly, his pace quickening as he found a rhythm that drew gasps and whimpers from her lips.
"Good girl," Sasuke murmured, his voice low and rough. The words sent a shiver down Hinata's spine, her cheeks burning even as her body responded to the praise.
Hinata's breaths came faster now, her body moving instinctively to match his rhythm. The pressure building inside her felt overwhelming, but not in a way that frightened her. The heat pooled low in her belly as her body adjusted to each deliberate thrust.
"Sasuke," she whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of need and lust.
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as his lips brushed against her ear. "How does it feel to have my dick inside you?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.
Hinata answered unhesitatingly, "G-good."
"Tell me what feels good," he commanded gently, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate motion that made her moan.
Hinata arched into him, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her face burned with embarrassment at the lewdness of the question, but she forced herself to focus.
"Your... ngh—your dick," she stammered, the words coming out in a rush. "It fills me... and it stretches me. It's hard and hot... it feels so good."
Her confession made his dick twitch inside her, his thrusts quickening slightly. Her words affected him more than he expected.
"Good girl," he murmured again, his hands sliding up her sides as he moved with deep and steady thrusts. "Such a good girl."
The words sent a surge of pleasure through her, and she let out a soft, desperate moan, her hips moving more eagerly now. Each thrust sent waves of heat radiating through her body, the sensations building to an intensity that left her breathless.
"F-Faster," she whispered, her voice trembling but filled with need.
Sasuke's grip on her hips tightened, and he complied, his pace quickening as he drove into her with more purpose. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, mingling with her gasps and his low groans.
He leaned over her again, his hand slipping around to her front, fingers finding her clit. The sudden touch made her cry out, her body jolting beneath him as the pleasure intensified.
"Good girls get rewarded and since you've been such a good girl, I'll give you another one."
Her response was a broken moan, her body arching further as she pushed back against him, her movements desperate and unrestrained. The heat coiling in her belly grew hotter, threatening to consume her entirely.
"Sasuke! I'm- HMMMM-" she cried, her voice breaking as her ass clenched around his dick. Her body trembled violently as the pleasure finally exploded within her. She cried out, her voice muffled against the sheets as her climax washed over her in powerful waves.
Sasuke groaned, his pace faltering as her tightness around him drew him to his own climax. With a low, guttural sound, he buried himself deep, his grip on her hips tightening as he spilled into her, his body shuddering against hers.
For a moment, neither of them moved, their breaths mingling as they came down from the intense high. Sasuke eased out of her carefully, his hands gentle as he helped her settle onto her side, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks.
"You were perfect," he murmured, his voice soft now, the edge of intensity gone.
Hinata turned her head to look at him, her face still flushed but glowing with satisfaction. "T-Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft but sincere.
"You've come so far," Sasuke said, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'm proud of you, Hinata."
Her chest swelled at his words, and she smiled faintly, feeling both accomplished and cared for.