🥐

Probably feeling he was boring holes on the side of her face, Hinata stared back at him, “Want some?” she asked, holding her milkshake out to him.

Bless her pure heart because Naruto should drink nothing but holy water with the kind of thoughts he was having. They were making him feel so dizzy that he didn’t correct her on his intentions.

Taking a long, hard slurp and never averting his eyes from her, he only realised it was an indirect kiss as he witnessed how her mouth was back at sucking the tip of the straw to not lose a single drop of thick whiteness.

Her tongue sliding along the cute, curvy shape of her lips to catch the wet sweetness, what a teenager would consider a kiss and yet still triggered butterflies in Naruto’s ribcage became something way more lust-fogged.

If only his hormones could behave.

But the slower her show was, getting him all worked up with every smack of her lips together, the harder he was, stuck thinking about how good they would feel pressing against his own or how hot they would feel on his cockhead.

Teasing to make him bust his nuts out.

At the havoc it caused in his guts, he rubbed a heavy hand over his face, ruffling his hair on the way up even though it was now impossible to ignore the pad of her fingers gliding along the rosy flesh he really wanted to taste.

Impossible to ignore the pulsing of his cock similar to a humming machine tenting his cargo pants. 

Circling his arm around Hinata's shoulders, he first let his hand rest high enough on her naked, inner thigh before pressing his nose in her hair. 

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she hummed, the vibrations dancing on his lips at her throat then on her mouth.

Kissing her softly, tenderly before hardening the curl of his tongue inside and around hers. Fingers touching her, rough and impatient that made her moan and would have had him ball deep inside her if it weren’t for her hands on his chest.

“Naruto,” she gasped under her breath, “what are you doing?”

Hearing her sound so breathless from just a few open-mouth kisses didn’t smooth the throbbing in his groins.

“I want more, your lips feel so good.” he answered needily, pulling her closer by the hand and starting to caress himself over his trousers with the back of their intertwined fingers. “Don’t you want to take care of this?”

Bucking his hips up to calm his erection was fruitless and his cheeks must be flushed a deep red like hers.

“B-But…I can’t be distracted.”

Lights would grace her face when there were bright explosions, displaying those puppy eyes he loved so much.

She looked perfect with her slight pout. “I’m watching the trailers, in case I missed a new movie.”

“You know all of them.”

“But what if?”

Her puppy eyes made him feel hornier and it sucked. 

“Fine,” he complied by leaving that spot on her neck and letting go of her hand, “I’ll just take care of it myself.”

As he unbuttoned his trousers and opened his zip, taking his achy cock after the weight of him slapped his stomach, Hinata looked scandalised and took a quick glance all around.

She hadn’t moved away from him, though, her body warm and buzzing against his own, and Naruto bit his lower lip to suppress a moan of pleasure when he began to slowly stroke his dick, spending time mimicking what her mouth would do around his oozing tip.

It was hard to miss the familiar signs showing Hinata was putting in a lot of effort to not pay him attention.

Not so focused on that actor male crush of hers after all. 

Knuckles white around her cup, she was silent, not quoting any line because she was giving it her all to stay focused on the trailer, to not squirming too hard or rubbing her thighs together too roughly.

He was up for the challenge.

“Shit, Hina, unghh it feels good.'' His voice was nothing but gravely.

Closing her jean jacket, she pretended that the gust of wind was the reason why she shivered instead of his hot breath in her ear. 

“Would’ve been better if it were your hand, though. You know how I like it and you do it so fucking well,” he sighed, but kept jerking his precum out of his slit to coat his skin and make it easier to pump his cock. “How you use your two hands to make me squirm. Aah, fuuuuck.”

Naruto could see how affected she was, the swell of her perfect, round tits straining against her black tank top, nipples trying to force their way through the fabric, and it made his blood rut into a frenzy.

Wouldn’t it have been nice to see them wrapped around his girth? 

Nobody would know.

Thinking about all his grotesque fantasies, the obscene things to do in the dark, dangerous and risky, but still hot as hell. The idea of them touching each other in near public, it was exhilarating and he groaned.

“Since you really can’t wait, can you please play with yourself more quietly, Naruto?”

A goofy smile pulling at the corners of his lips took over his face when he heard her voice, hoarse and whispery. 

Pleasure tightened his balls and he trembled at how her chest heaved, milky flesh jiggling.

“I don’t think you really want me to shut up, Hina.” He sped up the movements of his hand, his arousal growing and demanding more. “I think you’re wet and really want to peek. Want to enjoy the show of me rubbing my cock as I imagine you doing it for me, don’t you?”

She shook her head, almost knocking him out if he hadn’t pulled back to lean back against the passenger compartment and spread his thighs.

“You don’t have to deny it, it’s useless.” 

His other hand wrapped the locks of hair at the back of her neck around his fingers, applying pressure as his thumb drew patterns behind her ear.

The presence of his warm, sweaty palm on her nape only there to rile her up, too, to make her melt against him and not to restrain her.

“Come on, don’t be shy. We’re not home but it’s still me.”

Colours from the screen danced on her face and yet nothing was brighter than the blush that bloomed on her face in the darkening evening. Naruto had no doubt by now it reached her hard, little nipples brushing at each inhale and exhale. 

The phantom pointy shape of them on his tongue had him salivate a lot more now.

However, Hinata still didn’t say anything, just turning her head and fluttering her pretty lashes at him before finally, finally , looking down, taking in the mess he already created from stroking his dick with his spit, clear, fat driblets of precum escaping the flushed tip.

Her lewd cuteness pulled his muscle stomach taut.  

"That’s it. You're such a good girl when you want to.”

Showing her all of him standing tall and proud only edged him more. 

"...Naruto…"

“Look. Take a good look at what watching you drink your milkshake like the precious, little princess you are is doing to me.” he purred, dying to reward her with another wet kiss on her parted lips, but her visible reactions were mesmerising, preventing him from doing so, "Don't you want to suck on my tongue, too? I'm sure the strawberry flavour is also clinging to it. Or you want something bigger?"

He pulled his skin down and watched her thighs press together.

He would give her anything of his, one by one or everything at the same time. He didn't care. Anticipation of picturing that sweet, little mouth of hers too busy blowing him was already making him sweat bullets anyway.

But what he saw behind the fog of lust in her eyes made him throb, curious to know what she would do now, “Or maybe you want to tell me if I was wrong for thinking you soaked your panties now, yeah?”

"You're unbelievable!" She whimpered, clinging onto his hip.

One second Naruto was smiling.

On the next Hinata shifted on her pillow, reaching for under her black short skirt to lower her knickers while holding eye-contact with him.

If that didn’t seize all the air in his lungs, feeling Hinata’s drenched thong land on his hand dragging along his length did, his jaw clenching to not cum on the spot.

“Here, see for yourself.”

The creamed crotch sticking to his skin left him moaning, the lace tickling on his pelvis, “They’re fucking wrecked.”

No sooner had he registered that the coolness on his hot member was coming from her panties, smelling her arousal, that Hinata was cupping him, moving her gripping hand down his aching cock and setting a toes-curling pace.

"Damn! You're sooo good to me, Hina, so good…" 

At the fire in the pit of his stomach burned brighter, Naruto’s words choked off once her fingers took over.

Clenching around his base and circling the shape of his crown. Tracing his veins and scratching his underside lightly.

He was already so sensitive, but he asked for it. 

His forehead dropped onto her shoulder as he kept her close to him, groping her further under her clothes at each of her hushed ‘ah’s.

Slick strained down his wrist, the smell of her cunt potent as he stroked her puffy folds and, not wearing a bra, her boobs were hard and heavy and spilling out of his palm, the feeling making him zoom in on her and everything around them faded.

The friction of cloth along his length had him pant a little bit pathetically, his hips lifting to thrust into the curves of her hands. 

Her thumb swiped across and digging in the fat of his tip and she continued to persist it, prodding it the wetter it turned as his eyes fluttered shut in a fight to keep them open. 

The pressure was too soft and tight all at once, the caresses of his sack sweet and blissful.

“Shitshitshit. ‘M close.”

No amount of his strength squeezing Hinata was slowing down his release. 

All Naruto could do was grind his teeth together to not alert everyone his girlfriend was giving him one hell of a handjob as he exploded on her underwear, thick spurts of cum also coating her fingers and messing up his crotch area.

High and drifting in the after-glow, there was nothing better to clear the mind and help focusing for the next two hours. 

Bring on that old movie; Naruto was ready for anything now.

Or so he thought.

“How about I suck it clean now?”

Sweetly, she tossed aside her stained thong and left him no time to fully recover from his first orgasm, throwing him off again with little kisses and from-base-to-top licks to then suck him like he was her favourite drink.

Being held still to a chair, naked and with his chakra sealed, was a big deal.

Especially when some kind of alien was curiously palming him with her feather-like touch.

From his toes to his head, she traced the shape of his feet, legs and stomach. Spent too much time poking at his hardening cock or his aching nipples instead of stroking them in bold circles. Stared with keen pupiless eyes as she followed his collarbones, jawline and the whiskers on his cheeks, only to brush the pads of her fingers against his lips.

The shy little kiss she gave him a few seconds after had him hiss through gritted teeth as clear drops of precum oozed out of his slit.

They lip lock didn’t even involve tongue for fuck’s sake. So why were his ears ringing?

Pulling back, she blushed crimson, tugging on her plump lip with her thumb while moaning, and his balls tightened at the sight. 

His groin hurt and he squirmed until the fire release, neatly tied around his wrists and neck, down his chest to his waist and ankles, started to burn his sweaty skin every time he tried to match the inexperienced rolls of her hips.

At first, he thought she must have given him something for his body to be so sensitive and receptive to the rubbing of her clit against his veiny underside.

Then he realised his chakra was responding to hers and vice versa. 

It only frustrated him more because the only thing he could do was groaning, facial features twisted and flushed, chest heaving, and eyes glued to Otsutsuki Hinata straddling him in all her divine glory. 

He got her name when he cursed the old Sage under his breath and he still remembered it, even though it was hard to think, mind cloudy with a mixture of consuming lust, blissful pain and desperate irritation.

How could he keep his pent up frustration under control when she was using him to get off? 

With her long nails digging into his scalp and shoulder, she had been edging him for what felt like hours with the heat of her pussy positioned on top of his cock now sticking to his tensing stomach.

The pace of her rocking increasing as soon as she cum, red lips parted as cute, little, high-pitched cries rose from the back of her throat. 

Once she was done riding her new release and was coming down from the high, she would stop and look all surprised, her eyebrows disappearing behind her fringe while staring at the thick threads of wet mess they created snap and run down his length when she changed the angle and started everything anew.

Menma couldn’t believe he was going to die under a virgin goddess, but he had to accept it given how his thighs were quivering due to the overstimulation now that Hinata got the hang of it.

And not only that: she was fucking drenched, juices dripping all over Menma’s pelvis at each smoother slide of her purplish-pink lips against his engorged cock, and shit, the things he would do to be able to open his tenketsu again and activate his kyuubi mode.

To burn those annoying ties and catch her hips to force her down, flat on her stomach, and impale her with his angry dick.

To wrap his nine chakra tails around her and hold her still as he sank his pointy fangs in the curve of her neck and pound into her.

To watch her long, dark hair fall down her shoulders with the impact of his hips slamming against her ass. Watch those big innocent eyes widened in ecstasy as he grabbed her horns and made her look at him spanking her pale cheeks red for teasing him like that.

“Ooh fuuuuuck!” he whimpered while his muscles tensed and fought against their restraints, but his skin only felt more raw than before. “Just- Just like that, ughhh.”

Unfortunately, she was the one in control with her body undulating at free will on top of him.

Keeping her arms around his neck, she closed the space between them, her huge boobs pressing against his pecs, and then tongues finally got involved in the kiss. 

Menma didn’t waste a second to suck on the pillowy flesh he was craving a proper taste of. It made her gasp so prettily and it mingled with his growl when the steady humping of her fluttering hole turned sharper.  

He was now slotted in between her inner folds that his girth was spreading apart for him to see her swollen clit catch where his balls were heavily hanging. 

At that, the extra slick of her orgasm coming out from the apex of Hinata’s legs squirted on his navel. 

Her trembling cunt weighing down the bulgy head of his cock quickened his panting, but it refused to fucking let go.

“Fuckin’- Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.” he chocked out, in agony and out of breath, “P-Please, please...”

“'Please'?” 

Her breathless, confused tone winded coils of tension at his base and his eyes crossed, head swimming. 

“Yeah…please…put it in. Inside you,” he begged, trying to sound as intelligible as possible despite arousal ravaging through his body. “Fuck me, I-I swear it’ll be good.”

She didn’t say anything more, but something shifted behind her eyes. Her pupils suddenly became more distinct and veins near her temples bulged as she looked down to his twitching member.

“Oh…”

Violent tingles ran down his spine as Hinata lifted her fat thighs and lined herself with his length, her hand ridiculously tiny at the bottom of his long slope.

That’s all he got to see, though. 

No sooner had her velvety walls greedily sucked in the edges of his tip than Menma helplessly mewled in relief, sputtering out his loads of semen as a peace offering.

On special occasions, however, her hard work around the house and the village was rewarded with quality time and more gifts.

When her children were younger, Hinata and Naruto would always wake up with a startle. First falling out of bed in a rush because of cries coming from the nursery - a baby not caring that day would be off - and then because of the surprising visit of Boruto and Himawari in their bedroom, both excited about the ‘secret plan mom can’t know about otherwise it’s not a surprise anymore’, snaking in between their parents’ bodies to giggle in their ears and cuddle tight until claiming they were hungry. 

Carrying them out of the room, Naruto would take care of them and let her have all the time and space she needed for herself until she felt like getting up and starting her day.

With now teenagers at home, mornings were quieter.

She would have breakfast in bed with Kawaki, morning yoga sessions with Boruto and time in the garden with Himawari. And the day would pass by so fast that, before she knew it, Naruto was back home, pushing her to get ready because they were going out. 

The evenings were theirs when he didn’t see her in the morning.

And the mornings were less restful when Naruto took the day off.

He was always as excited as the kids to tell her he managed to clear his schedule on her birthdays or their anniversaries.

And to know she was going to wake up with that extra warmth coming from his body against her back made Hinata’s heart swell.

After almost fifteen years, it was so familiar to have Naruto by her side as the first thing to see that she felt fulfilled as soon as his strong arms wrapped around her, his intoxicating sunny scent mingling with the limbo of her sleep until his lips pecked kisses at the base of her neck. 

Still lost between the two worlds, Hinata turned her face into the pillow and instinctively shifted in her half-sleep state, arching her back and wiggling her bum to move closer to his solid and protecting frame.  

However, the low grunting she heard wasn’t part of any dream of hers, hot air coming from behind her colliding with her scalp.

The brushes of what she thought were the bedsheets against her sweaty skin were his fingers trailing up to caress her throat before returning to circle around her nipples, already tight and aching under her t-shirt. 

The dampness between her thighs wasn’t due to the intense heat of June. Instead, her knickers were pushed out of the way and it was her arousal his cock was sinking into, rubbing her walls at a slow pace to not wake her up too rudely.

Closing her eyes tighter without knowing if she was falling back to sleep or about to cum, the pull in the pit of her stomach took over and squeezed the naughty intruder filling her.

It made Naruto whimper and Hinata’s hum turned into a moan of surprise at that particular sharp thrust of his hips, her voice thick with sleep and body quivering as she was becoming more aware of the leaking tip poking her spongy spot at each lazy stroke, his mouth sucking a mark upon her fastening pulse, his hand groping her chest, fingers pinching and twisting her rosy nipples.

All her right spots were already sensitive, sloppy hole fluttering and her tunnel perfectly moulded to the curvy shape inside her. 

She had no idea what time it was or for how long Naruto had been working his way in, but she was hot and it was too much for her still mushy mind. 

She couldn’t tell whether her first orgasm happened in her dream or not either.

In both cases the result was that she was wet and horny.

“Morning, love.” The deep, hoarse whisper was accompanied by the languid drag of his tongue against the shell of her red ear. “And happy Mother’s Day.”

Vision blurred, it was hard for her to think with the way Naruto was sliding between her folds, making her forget everything to the point she could say nothing but gasp his name.

"Shh, it's alright, Hinata. I got you."

His forearm that was keeping her pinned to his chest gravitated toward the milky flesh of her thigh. 

The louder her panting was getting, the more Naruto rubbed gentle patterns there before lifting her leg high enough and hooking it at the crook of his elbow to somehow pound his fat head deeper. 

Spread out wider, Hinata couldn’t move with him keeping her in this position, submissive to how the veins around his cock were pulsing inside her as he grabbed a handful of her stomach, soft and red with stretch marks.

“Naruto-kun…”, she whined, her hand holding onto his wrist to stop him.

“You’re so perfect and all for me.” He still changed target, teasing her clit with scratchy bandages instead now that her senses were alert and filled with nothing but him. “You’re gonna take all of me, yeah?” 

She knew him too well.

Knew what he meant and what he was trying to do without a word spoken between them.

Knew she didn’t need to beg to have it.

And she could only cling onto his arms, nail digging in his muscles, and gush on him when her release uncoiled, the squelches obscene. 

The continuous sound of skin hitting skin turning quicker the more he pushed in her dripping juices until his hips stuttered, his balls pressed against her and hot sticky loads of cum drowned her bare womb.

While Naruto was basking in his post-nut fog, he realised his wife was suddenly back at being uncertain about herself, shyer than when she was rubbing his length in the tight space between her boobs at a fast and confident pace, giving her all to make him explode on her face.

Mission accomplished, she was staring at the ropes of thick cum dripping across her chest, mixing with spit and creamy milk that would soon feed their child. 

Naruto could still taste the sweetness on his lips after thumbing her puffy nipples, picking up spilled whiteness only to lick it off his fingers. And he wanted to have more of her on his tongue, but Hinata had something else in mind. Although she was struggling to voice it as if she hadn’t been the one proposing to get him off with the soft poking of her toes and the shape of her sole months ago.

“I’m up for anything,” he said, low and huskily.

She perked up, eyes searching his. “Really?”

“Yeah, whatever you want.”

For a few beats, she stayed quiet then her hands released the hold they had on the sides of her breasts, freeing his cock she had slowly slipped between her rounded mounts and kept trapped until it had turned soft. 

The lubed glide of their skins was still heaven and he shivered at the sight of Hinata reaching for his help as she was trying to stand up despite her baby bump, her knees probably sore and her chest feeling raw from the friction of his flesh rolling down his cock each time his tip had poked through the grip of her tits.

“Help me please?”

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her on the mattress as she was placing her knees on either side of his hips. Hinata on top of him, she was fitting snugly in his lap, straddling him and blinding him with her glow. 

His palms were more callus than hers, but he felt her melt under the lazy caresses of her hips, wandering along her inner thighs, turning slick and sticky with her arousal the more he touched her belly, circling the tight skin around her navel. 

A kick collided with his hand and even though it wasn’t the first time, Naruto couldn’t help but be in awe at what he and Hinata created together.

It stirred his cock to life, growing against her ass which made her moan.

Her arm curled around his neck and she sighed when he pressed his lips to hers, trying to relax her from whatever thoughts were pulling that little brain of hers into a twist. Her mouth was hot, her sunshine taste mingled with the saltiness of him she gathered while sucking him off. His tongue immediately lapped softly against her teeth, dancing with hers until she tugged on his t-shirt.

“Please, take off your t-shirt.”

In the middle of June, the night was hot and the air felt thick, leaving Naruto’s skin sticky with sweat as he peeled his shirt off before throwing it behind her. Somewhere he couldn’t see because Hinata was pushing on his shoulders, silently asking him to lay down.

The mattress sank under his weight, and all of these pillows furled around his head comfortably.

“Are you going to tell me what you have in mind?” he chuckled, running his hands up and down the front of her thighs now. “The suspense’s kinda killing me.”

Long, silky locks of hair slipped from behind her shoulder and Naruto was quick to chase them. He caught the strands between his fingers and pushed it back out of the way, tucking them behind the pink tip of her ear. That’s how he caught the faintest traces of that perfume they both know he liked. It was sweet and airy and it reminded him of flowers opening up under the sun. 

“Hinata…”

Now watching her moisten her full lips, he swallowed and her face was colouring with embarrassment.

“I- We… Let’s call it a pregnancy craving, okay?”

“Okay.”

Her fingers feathered over his abdomen, this barely-there touch skimming across his navel, his happy trail. Her lashes fluttered in that way that made his heart pound, and suddenly her eyes were on him. 

“It started when I saw you rocking Boruto to sleep. He looked so comfortable and safe tucked in your embrace.” Her hands travelled to his arms and squeezed which stuffed Naruto’s chest with warm, soft appreciation, “How you were holding him so delicately and yet nothing could have disturbed him with you. With his tiny fist not letting go of you even though you were cooing words of reassurance in his ear, I just melted. At first it was lovely, but the more I was watching you, the more I was- I realised… It was sexy.” 

Too dumbfounded, Naruto couldn’t tell when she started petting his pecs, tips of her fingers flattened and following the shape of every bulge.

Did Hinata’s hormones shift her interest from the outline of his cock in his grey sweatpants to his nipples jutting through his white t-shirt?

If that’s so, given how horny she would get every time he was wearing sweats during her first pregnancy, he was in for one hell of a ride.

A surprised groan rumbled in his chest when she stroked his stiff nipples with gentle, light, circling motions.

He knew he would be affected by the simplest mundane things Hinata would do. And yet, never had he thought that sensitive part of him being teased by his bashful wife would turn him on so much. 

How it must feel ten times better for Hinata when he groped her tits or begged her to suck on them as soon as she talked about pumping the surplus of milk. 

Eyes rolling in the back of his head, he closed them shut. Even his nails dug in the rolls of flesh at Hinata’s waist to try and control the twitching of his cock, standing tall now and clearly flowing precum at his slit and the crack of Hinata’s ass.

“Do you think that it’s weird?”

Naruto blinked before frowning at her fidgeting, “‘Weird’? Hinata, I think we’ve already gone over what’s socially acceptable a long time ago, isn’t that right?”

“But-”

“Nah,” he resumed stroking the small of her back and saw her watch every muscle undulating under his skin, “if you want to fuck my tits, then fuck them.”

A glint of hesitation shone in her eyes, but the heat of her body wasn’t lying, already warming his blood to the point that one half heated his cheeks and another half rushed to his aching dick the more she traced the meat of his chest. 

Eventually, her hand rested on the juncture of Naruto’s neck and shoulder, the tendon twitching beneath her touch as she scooted from his lap to his ribs. 

Adjusting herself, he was face to face with her slit, folds drenched and swollen, the scent potent. Then she sat down on him and the feeling was cold right above his heart beating wildly.

Could she feel it in her cunt? The banging of his organ and the rumbling of his groan? Feel how his body was singing for her?

“I can feel it pulsing,” he stupidly voiced for no reason.

Whining, Hinata was red in the face when she tentatively executed a first thrust of her hips.

Then she paused, supporting herself with one hand on his abdomen and the other curled around her mouth. His own chest was heaving slightly, aroused beyond reason because of only one little slide of her sensitive skin over his pecs.

Before he could say anything, she began moving again, angling her hips to seek out friction, and little by little, probably timing his breathing with her rocking, she started to really grind on him, her little bundle of nerves rubbing against his sweating skin, catching on the dips and lines of his muscles.

His mouth started watering at the sight of her hips rolling heavily on top of his ribcage, bones jabbing at his lungs each time he would breathe. 

At the trail of juices she left behind, her pussy lips kissing the planes of his chest and the low curve of her belly glueing to the middle of his bone structure at each slide forward.

At the heat her thighs were spreading at his sides, her breathless mewls vibrating through him like unrefined electricity each time she would brush his nipples against her clit, her hole fluttering and leaking more slick on them. 

Soon they were glistening under the small light in the bedroom and Hinata shyly pinched them, making Naruto’s head feel dangerously heated as he choked out a low growl at the sting. 

His muscles already burnt from holding him back from tackling her on the bed and sinking his pulsing cock between her sloppy walls, but the strong shudder of her body ricocheting on his skin turned him a bit more tense as goosebumps bloomed across his arms and wet pecs. 

“You’re so large…,” she suddenly confessed amongst wet sounds and loud panting. Though she almost didn’t have to say anything. He could see the muscles of her thighs were flexed to the max, displaying her cunt wide open to his keen eyes , “I’m so stretched out…more than what I’ve expected.”

The thought of her fantasising about that part of his body for a while made his pulse race, the powerful stroke to his ego going down inside him like he just leaped into the void. It set the base of his balls on fire, his cock throbbing from hearing about their size difference, the odd stimulation of his torso and the pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach.

“Hina!” he failed to hold back his whimper, “Fuck...”

Her fingers had curled around his hair, pulling his head back in the pillows, exposing his throat as his Adam’s apple bob. 

Eyes up, he could only see her.

The top of her rounded belly, her soiled breasts hanging low and heavy, probably getting engorged and ready for another nursing, pushed up between her upper arms and still jiggling, dry cum contrasting with the pink tint of her skin.

Back arched, she was humping the inner side of his pecs with a blissful expression gracing her facial features; lips apart, eyes half-lidded and gasps coming out in quick and short bursts. Sweat began gathering between her knitted eyebrows. Her hair like curtains around them, she clinged to his fringe to find some stability in her dazed state.

Toes curling, fingers clawing at the fat of her ass, teeth gritting tight, it felt so damn good to have her drag herself on him, leaving his skin red and his cock pumped and painfully ready to come into play.

But he also wanted to see her come apart on top of him. To witness her turn to gush on him.

His only solution while waiting was to palm her belly, cupping his breasts and matching his rubs of her nipples to how she was forcefully bending his with each succions of her greedy hole as he was chewing hard on his lip. 

Her attention and gaze shifted down to his and their eyes locked.

“I-I can’t stop,” her blush somehow managed to deepen, “You feel sooo good, I can’t stop…”

“Then don’t,” just by making her happy again, his heart felt like flying away, “Don’t stop, Hinata.”

His hands on her waist encouraged her to quicken the pace over the sweaty puddle that formed between the hard space of his muscles, causing the bed to creak. 

The tremor that went through her made her squeak and tightened around him, hands pulling on his roots, her knees pressing in his external oblique and her ankles in his solar plexus.

Intense gaze set upon the ‘o’ shape of her mouth, his lips curled into a grateful smile.

“You’re doing it so well. You’re so pretty, so beautiful.”

From the way her voice hitched and her nails scraped over his scalp, he figured that was what she wanted to hear. 

So he kept talking to her until his throat was dry.

Until she cracked apart in the middle, tension leaving her body with a heavy sigh, and she squirted all over his upper body, arousal dripping down his nipples as he yanked her to his face and cleaned the mess with his mouth.