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Naruto arrives home from a long day at work to a nice five-star meal, juicy and succulent, all for him.

And no, his main course had nothing to do with food in the slightest.

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Bon Appétit

Wearily, Naruto strolled along the leaf-strewn sidewalk as the autumn sun began its gradual descent, casting a gentle, golden hue over the vibrant foliage that adorned Tokyo's streets.

Transitioning from the vibrant greens of summer to the warm, earthy tones of reds and yellows in autumn provided a vibrant setting for his journey. As he walked, a weariness from the day's events and a building sense of eager anticipation converged within him.

His destination?

Home, where he knew a special someone was eagerly awaiting his return.

His beautiful wife, Hinata Uzumaki.

All day long, Hinata has dominated his thoughts, offering him the strength to endure the demands of his job.

And now, with determination, he was taking steps toward reuniting with her, once again.

Naruto let out a tiresome sigh.

But he couldn't deny how fucking exhausted he was.

His broad shoulders sagged, breath labored, and his mind cloudy, still ensnared by the remnants of his hectic workday.

His blonde, tousled locks swayed to and fro with each step, brushing against his sweat-drenched forehead. His grip on his briefcase handle was firm, causing it to sway in tandem with his stride.

Another weary sigh escaped the lips of the blonde man, which was merely carried away by the gentle afternoon breeze.

Days like this felt like a maelstrom to Naruto, an unending cyclone of chaos and stress, constantly churning him in its turbulent grasp.

From the first blink of dawn, Naruto's day unfurls like a tightly wound coil, each moment springing forth with urgency and pressure. It's as if he's thrust onto a speeding train, hurtling through a terrain of tasks and deadlines.

His days are always the same, continuously following a consistent pattern.

His schedule was just like this:

Naruto experiences, every morning, the dissatisfaction of being woken up by the morning light piercing through his curtains, casting long, probing shadows in his bedroom.

Furthermore, he's jolted twice, next by the jarring ring of his alarm clock breaking the silence, signaling the onset of a new day. It's always a rude awakening for him to be so violently pulled from his peaceful sleep, wrapped in the warm sheets of his bed, and cocooned in the loving embrace of his wife, Hinata.

His bed, combined with the soft, welcoming embrace of his wife's arms, always exerts an irresistible pull, tempting him to stay just a bit longer.

With reluctance, however, Naruto always faces the difficult decision, a big boy decision to tear himself away, knowing that his responsibilities await as he begins another workday. But even so, the warmth of his wife's presence, the affectionate cuddles, kisses, and intimate moments they share during their precious nights always linger, serving as a bittersweet reminder of the comfort he must leave behind.

Day after day, the blonde forces himself out of bed, showers, dresses in his typical formal attire, collects his paperwork to stow in his briefcase, all while trying not to disturb his peacefully sleeping wife. In those moments, she appears serenely beautiful in her most natural state, exhausted from maintaining the house while he's away.

Unable to resist, Naruto finds himself compelled in the routine of leaning in and placing tender kisses on her forehead, whispering, "I'll be back, hime" or "have a good day, my love" before quietly departing.

But, there were times when his days were...

fortunate.

During those times, his wife naturally wakes, catching him in the midst of his bustling mornings, gracing him with her presence.

Whenever she wakes up from her slumber just as he's getting ready for work, Naruto always gets a strong feeling that it's going to be a great day for him.

Hinata was undeniably the sunshine of his morning, and honestly, his entire day.

Typically, on these fortunate days, as Hinata is awake, she offers him a drowsy but much-needed greeting, prepares a small yet delectable breakfast for him to kickstart his day.

She even at times shares a cup of coffee with him, and lastly grants him a swift yet tender moment as he savors the indulgence of kissing her farewell—a promise of their reunion at day's end.

Afterward, he's off.

Unfortunately, though, the daily commute to his workplace frequently saps the small semblance of morning joy he might have felt, given that it (more often than not) turns into a consistently chaotic river of congestion.

Ah, of course!

There's nothing quite like navigating the bustling streets of densely populated Tokyo in the mornings. Good kami, that was one of the city's downsides.

The traffic.

The fucking traffic was a nightmare.

Naruto shuddered upon the recollection.

Nothing but horns blare, and engines roar—a dissonant symphony that truly works Naruto's nerves. It's a constant struggle to navigate through the traffic, aiming to reach work on time without succumbing to road rage.

But arriving at his workplace isn't even better. Not in the least.

Once settled in the privacy of his office, behind his desk, the immediate demands of his job loom large. It's a realm of tasks and impatient adults that can at times make him want to pull his hair out.

The routine of paperwork, the ceaseless hum of computers, and the unending flood of emails threaten to overwhelm him.

The words of the digital realm and the physical one blend together, a swirling storm of information and requests. It's an uphill battle to keep pace, to remain afloat amid the torrent of rapid communication.

Hours rush by in a whirlwind, meetings and memos blurring together like gusts of wind threatening to throw Naruto off balance. It's an unyielding onslaught, which always leaves him feeling weathered and drained.

The minutes slip away like sand through his fingers, each one a missed chance for respite.

Anticipation for his lunch breaks is a constant for him.

It's during these cherished moments that he rediscovers happiness, unwrapping the perfectly packed bento boxes prepared with love by his wife. Each box is a treasure trove of deliciousness, neatly arranged in plastic rectangular containers that never fail to elicit envy from his coworkers by just a whiff.

Typically, Hinata dedicates her evenings to preparing these culinary delights for him, meticulously packaging them in the refrigerator for his quick morning grab-and-go's. His lunches often feature an array of delights, from bento boxes to poke bowls, housing an assortment of delightful medley of flavors.

In Hinata's customary arrangement, she would usually assemble a composition of protein over a bed of carbohydrates, encircled by an array of vegetables, creating a delectable mound of sustenance for him.

Typically, she'd whip up a selection of his preferred dishes: miso ramen or udon noodles, onigiri, yakitori, tamagoyaki, gyozas, nikujaga, sushi, tempura, and an assortment of other delectable creations born from his wife's imaginative culinary mind.

His lunches were always a harmonious burst of colors, arranged with such precision that Naruto occasionally finds himself compelled to pause and simply marvel at the painstakingly crafted meal in all its splendor.

His lunches always possess an exquisite beauty, as if fashioned by celestial hands, devoid of any imperfection in both appearance and, of course, taste.

Such dishes practically exclaim "Bon Appétit" by their sheer visual allure alone.

And oh, how he relishes each and every bite.

During that time, Naruto demands that no one bothers him, no one enters his office, no one emails him, no one fucking speaks to him.

During those moments, the only things that truly matter are his wife's cooking and the act of filling his empty stomach.

Naruto revels in those moments, devouring his lunches with gusto, regularly exclaiming "Itadakimasu" so loudly in gratitude for his beloved wife's cooking that his coworkers can hear him even behind the closed door of his office.

He kicks his feet and playfully wiggles his toes under his desk, letting out contented sighs, and on occasion, even experiences a slight burn of the tongue from hastily devouring all of the piping hot dishes.

Yet, none of it wipes the happy smile from his face.

These instances are precious, a time when the chaotic world fades away, and Naruto is reminded of the warmth and love he carries from home, all packed neatly within the plastic containers of his bento lunches.

However, once his lunch is devoured, and his bento box is empty, it serves as a stark reminder that it's time to return to work.

It's such a pain...

Yet, Naruto perseveres, propelled by the knowledge that each passing hour brought him one step closer to the evening, where he could return to his loving wife, leaving the day's chaos far behind.

His thoughts are always consumed by one person and that is his beloved wife, Hinata.

She occupies his mind every waking moment, the culprit that is responsible for his constant drive and motivation, the entirety of her presence an embodiment of joy.

The depth of Naruto's affection for her is palpable, evoking a flutter of butterflies in his stomach with recalling any memory of her, be it her smile, her laughter, or the touch of her lips against his own.

Naruto's love for Hinata is boundless, to the extent that he often yearns to just stay home, to never depart from her in order to escape the monotonous routine of paperwork and social engagements.

However, if he were to do that, it wouldn't be very responsible of him.

As the provider and head of his household, Naruto has a crucial obligation: to work diligently and secure the resources needed to ensure his partner's happiness and contentment. Therefore, he faces the trials of rising early each day and putting in long, tireless hours to earn necessary income.

This is precisely why he eagerly anticipates these exact moments, day after day, without fail: the end of his work shifts, and being back at home.

Due to his excitement, Naruto's steps quickened along the sidewalk with the promise of home just down the end of it, his leather briefcase swinging rhythmically at his side, occasionally bumping against his formal slacks.

His pace was brisk and determined, his oxfords clicking against the stone steps, his legs kicking through bundles of colorful leaves, as he advanced with a lively pep in his step.

He even let out cheerful whistles.

There was no doubt about it–he was eagerly looking forward to reuniting with his wife.

Usually, as he steps though the threshold of his home, he's greeted with a warm welcome from Hinata, a loving hug, and a hot plate of food to fill his empty belly.

Yesterday evening, he was surprised to be met with a tantalizing aroma wafting through the air of his home, as soon as he stepped inside. Only to later be surprised to find that Hinata had prepared a special Japanese dish for his dinner, a beautifully presented bowl of Pork Teriyaki Donburi.

Naruto still remembers that dish, (even now), given how goddamn good it was.

Such a dish was a masterpiece in the blonde's eyes—tender grilled pork chops, glazed with sweet teriyaki sauce, atop fluffy Japanese rice. On top of that, the dish was adorned with scallions, sesame seeds, and a medley of colorful, fresh vegetables.

Each bite was a revelation: juicy, flavorful pork; saucy, balanced rice. The crunch of vegetables complemented the savory meat, taking him to another world. It was a symphony of flavors that captivated Naruto.

The care and love in every bite made it an unforgettable meal for him.

Now, Naruto can't help but wonder what he'll be eating today.

His stomach growled on cue.

It's these indulgences that constantly make him thank kami that he has someone to return home to, particularly someone like Hinata.

Without fail or hesitation, she tends to all of his needs, whether it's his hunger with her delectable cooking, the tension in his shoulders that she skillfully massages away, or even his manly urges, allowing him to unwind in a more intimate manner.

Indeed, he was in the mood for a nice, hot meal or perhaps something a bit spicier to conclude his evening on a high note.

A mischievous smirk graced Naruto's lips as he at last reached the entrance of his very own humble abode. Following the stone path, he was led up to a wooden porch that encircled the front of the house, cradled within the embrace of the surrounding trees.

The sight before him was a true idyll, a snug little house that embodied serenity and peace for him.

His home was his safe haven. A sumptuous delight.

There, before Naruto, stood the two-story house he shared with his wife, its structure emanating a serene elegance that seamlessly blended with the autumnal hues of the dusky natural surroundings.

Smooth, warm-toned wood formed the walls, intricately designed. Sliding paper doors adorned the front, showcasing delicate patterns in various shades of brown, offering glimpses into the serene interior.

The roof, elegantly curved and topped with wooden shingles, gently descended to form a sheltering canopy over the structure.

Traditional lanterns graced the exterior, suspended from the porch ceilings, their gentle illumination casting a warm radiance during the evening hours.

A meticulously tended garden framed the entrance, featuring carefully pruned bonsai trees and lively blossoming plants, all thanks to his wife's passion for gardening. Hinata's diligent care infused the surroundings with a touch of natural splendor, enhancing the overall beauty of their home.

Naruto looked up at the house with admiration, his gaze following the elegant lines of the eaves and the graceful arch of the roof. It was a truly remarkable sight, showcasing the skill and artistry of Japanese architecture. The house exuded a peaceful aura, inviting anyone who approached to enter a realm of love and serenity.

Finally standing before it, Naruto was overcome with a wave of gratitude and contentment.

This was their home, a sanctuary where he and his wife could forge a life filled with love and treasured moments.

A place where they can build a family together.

Grinning, Naruto finally took the necessary steps to advance, eager to step through the threshold and immerse himself in the welcoming embrace that awaited him.

Without delay, Naruto took hold of the front sliding door, or more accurately, the fusuma door, swiftly initiating its opening to step inside his home. As he slid the front door of his home open, the burden of his responsibilities and the pressures of adulthood seemed to dissipate altogether, replaced by a growing sense of excitement.

Stepping into the welcoming warmth of his home, the familiar scent of the space enveloped him, instantly easing his mind.

The gentle, warm illumination from the lighting fixtures bathed the area in a soothing glow, conjuring an atmosphere that felt like heaven, beckoning him to venture further inside and desert the outside world.

"Hinata-hime, I'm home!"

Without hesitation, Naruto called out to his beloved with a voice that bore a blend of weariness and anticipation. He yearned for Hinata to be aware of his return, to experience the joy of him being back home and in her company once more. It was a cherished routine, this moment of calling out to announce his arrival and reuniting with her.

The blonde man always found himself eagerly anticipating these very moments, where he'd step through their doorway and find himself welcomed by the presence of his wife.

Naruto could vividly picture Hinata's smile, the soft arc of her lips that never failed to brighten his mood.

He could almost foresee her launching herself at him, eager to wrap her arms around his terribly weary body. The thought of her waiting for him, her presence filling the space with warmth and affection, was something that never failed to fill his heart with a rush of gratefulness.

However, his smile faltered as his call was met with a haunting silence that seemed to permeate every corner of the house like an deadly chill. In an instant, his heart sank, replaced by a gnawing worry at the absence of his wife's familiar response to his usual greeting.

Furrowing his brow, he proceeded deeper into their home, not before taking a moment to carefully shift the front door closed behind him.

Naruto turned back around, determined to explore further.

He called out to Hinata again.

"Hey, Hinata-hime! I'm back!"

Silence.

Yet again.

Naruto's nose wrinkled, the scent of Hinata's favorite vanilla candles lingering in the air.

His ears strained, eager to catch any familiar sounds within the house. He longed to hear the usual clinks of utensils in the kitchen, the soft sizzle of the stove, or the gentle rustle of fabric as Hinata moved about in her adorable socks.

But nothing.

Naruto heard nothing.

He wrinkled his brows, 'What the hell is going on-?'

But just as he thought that, he suddenly heard a sudden shuffle within the diner area of the home, a confirmation of other life within the quiet space.

"In here, my love!"

Naruto's ears perked up.

And there it was, precisely what he had been seeking.

His wife's voice.

Hinata.

Her melodious voice exuded tenderness and warmth, instantly alleviating the concerns he felt earlier. Hinata's angelic voice held a soothing rhythm as it echoed through the entire house, a harmonious familiarity that resided deep within him.

And in that instant, the world around the blonde seemed to blur, leaving only the enchanting allure of his wife's voice, guiding him toward its source.

The dining room.

A smirk slid across his whiskered face before he took a step forward, but he didn't do so, not without kicking off his formal shoes and placing them on the shoe rack beside the entrance door.

Naruto bit his lip.

"Alright, hime, I'm coming."

"Hurry, my love!"

A chuckle escaped his lips as he sensed the enthusiasm in his wife's tone, a rather peculiar detail that piqued his interest. He clutched his briefcase firmly and began to venture across the hardwood floor, each step echoing as he went.

"Alright, alright, I'm hurrying." Naruto exclaimed with another chuckle, rocking his briefcase through the air, back and forth by his side.

"What's got you so excited, hm, Hinata-hime?"

Naruto raised his voice, calling out in an attempt to reach his wife from a distance.

However, as he inched closer to the dining room, he couldn't ignore the fact that Hinata's voice gradually intensified, solidifying his suspicion that she was, in fact, situated in the area he had assumed earlier: the dining room of the house.

"Oh Naruto-kun, I've got a surprise treat just for you!"

"Oh? A surprise treat, eh?" Naruto retorted in amusement, and instantly, his thoughts veered towards food—or rather, a succulent, piping-hot meal of his utmost liking to devour.

'Mmm, it's gotta be ramen'. Naruto's thoughts were consumed by hunger, distorted by it, and on cue, his stomach let forth a growl.

"Mmm, that sounds delightful, hime," He murmured incoherently, as if in a trance brought on by none other than starvation. Gently, he gave his empty belly a rub, doing so with his free hand.

And on that note, Naruto's speed increased.

In a matter of seconds, Naruto closed the remaining distance to the sliding entrance of the dining room with eagerness, now mere inches from where his wife was waiting.

Naruto smirked.

He didn't wait.

He instead, reached his free hand forth to grab the handle of the door tight, and without a second thought, he swung it open.

"Does my surprise happen to be food, Hinata-hi-?"

His words were almost instantly silenced, caught in his throat, as he laid eyes on his wife upon returning home for the first time.

However, what he witnessed, what Hinata had hinted at earlier, was certainly not what he had expected.

Yes, a treat was certainly presented in front of him, but such a treat certainty didn't have anything to do with food.

No.

Not in the slightest.

This was a different type of treat. A treat that no doubt caused his interests to pique skyhigh.

"Well, well. Now what do we have here, hm?" Naruto's inquiry escaped his lips mischievously as he approached his wife in the dining room. The table was surprisingly bare, void of any food, but instead, Hinata herself occupied the space.

A sight he was certainly not expecting.

She was perched on the dining table, near the far end, closest to the room's entrance, or more specifically, facing where Naruto currently stood. Hinata sat on the table as if it were a chair, her legs playfully but adorably swinging back and forth off the edge, her focus directed entirely on him.

She playfully waved, giggling, "Konbanwa, Naruto-kun."

"Konbanwa, Hinata-hime." Naruto replied with a charming smirk, watching her as she gracefully hopped off the table and landed on the floor with a soft thud. However, her movement drew notice to the cute white socks she had on, which served as soft padding with her steps.

In a hurried motion, Naruto's eyes eagerly drank in every inch of his wife, his mind swiftly spiraling into some rather naughty musings. He couldn't help but recall what Hinata had hinted at earlier, that a delightful surprise awaited him.

Naruto clicked his tongue. 'No fucking way.' He thought with a devious smirk.

'Hinata couldn't have planned what I think she has, could she?' Naruto thought once more, absorbed in his naughty thoughts as he went about further inspecting his devious wife.

Hinata giggled at the shocked reaction of her husband, standing at the entrance door with his mind churning, his mouth gaping, and his interests piqued.

It was just the reaction she was hoping for.

Naruto hummed, biting his lip, "Heh, you certainly look... cozy."

There, Naruto witnessed a grand sight, a definite treat he had the luxury of witnessing.

With delight, he traced his cerulean eyes from the crown of his wife's head to the tips of her toes, marveling at an outfit he'd never seen before, one that he hadn't imagined Hinata would ever have in her possession.

She was dressed in a onesie.

But it wasn't just any onesie.

Hinata was presently adorned in a cozy and alluring white onesie, perfect for the fall season. But it was adorned from head to toe with a delightful pattern of ripe, juicy peaches scattered across the fabric.

The soft white background of the attire served as a canvas for the vibrant, cheerful fruit motifs. The peaches were embellished with small speckles and gradients, mirroring the authentic texture of real fruit.

The garment was not only visually appealing but also exuded a sense of comfort and relaxation, making it a perfect choice for a cozy day at home.

But from a man's perspective, from Naruto's perspective, the onesie worn by Hinata exuded a subtle yet undeniable sense of sensuality. The fabric, caressing her form with a gentle embrace, hinted at the contours of her body underneath, allowing him glimpses of her natural grace and feminine allure.

The peaches, scattered strategically across the fabric, no, across the body of his slender, and luscious woman, drew attention with their luscious color and playful arrangement.

The peaches, with their warm hues of orange and red, seem to dance across the onesie, inviting Naruto's eyes to trace their path, and come to grasp with their sensual design. The peaches decorating Hinata's onesie was a vivid and luscious shade of coral, each one boasting a plump and juicy appearance similar to that of a woman's buttocks.

It was certainly a sight to behold, a sight that instantly caused Naruto to salivate, his mouth watering in response to witnessing the delectable treat in front of him.

Hinata chuckled as she noticed her husband's blue eyes immediately darkened with arousal, fixated on her—exactly as she desired.

She hummed, wiggling her hips a bit, "Mmm, you like?"

She observed her blonde husband nodding, his grip on his briefcase handle growing tighter.

"Heh, like?" He shook his head, better emphasizing his adoration for her attire choice.

"No, I love it, my darling. Opting for such a onesie is a bold move, but an excellent one. Heh,"

Naruto chuckled, "it accentuates those gorgeous curves of yours, just the way I love Hinata-hime. But I'm curious..." The blonde cocked his head, studying how the snug onesie she wore highlighted the contours of her hourglass figure so well, he couldn't help but mutter a short but sweet...

"damn."

Naruto found himself utterly captivated by the sensuality as well as the confidence radiating from his woman, intrigued by this... delightful surprise she had in store for him.

Instantly, his mind ventured into naughty territory, entertaining a few racy ideas about what might be on his wife's agenda for tonight.

However, Naruto opted to feign innocence. He wanted Hinata to reveal her plans to him in full, to share what she'd been plotting. To his utter delight.

So, he let out a playful chuckle, "So, where's this... treat of yours, hmm?" Naruto glanced around the diner room, feigning a perplexed expression, "Where might I find it?"

Hinata bit her lip, to hold back a giggle. She knew exactly what Naruto was doing.

That mischievous glint in his eyes was unmistakable as his gaze lingered over her, a seductive grin slowly but surely unfurling across those fox-like, whiskered cheeks of his.

He was well aware of her intentions, as well aware of the naughty endeavors that crawled around in her head, and danced around on her face.

He knew her well anyway.

But Naruto was so intrigued, he wanted her to reveal her plans to him step by step.

Hinata had no problem with that.

In fact, she responded with an amused giggle, her chest rumbling, which caused strands of her midnight blue hair to escape their confines and gently graze her cheeks.

Her long hair was gathered in a messy, high bun, keeping it out of her face and revealing every bit of her delicate facial features.

The midnight blue-haired woman hummed thoughtfully, running her free hand along her clad form, just along her right hip.

"You know, Naruto-kun, I've been giving a lot of thought to what I should prepare for you this evening."

"Yeah?" Naruto breathed, absolutely loving where this was going.

Hinata sent a charming smile his way, her lavender orbs glistening in the light. Her left hand tapped the diner table beside her, "I wanted to offer you something different, something special for you, Naruto-kun. Something that is tailored precisely to your needs, to provide the satisfaction a hard working man such as yourself so rightly deserves."

Hinata gave a tender smile, "I've noticed your dedication, Naruto-kun. I've noticed all the challenging mornings, the rough workdays, and the constant stress you endure every single day."

She paused her words to nibble her lip gently, her eyebrows furrowing, "You've been pouring so much of yourself into taking care of me, making sacrifices everyday to ensure we both attain the happiness we've always yearned for."

Hinata nodded, her bun swaying with her motion, "So, I considered this for you, my love; an opportunity to completely indulge tonight, as much as you want."

Naruto's eyes shot wide, his heart skipping several beats by Hinata's words which resonated deep within him.

Hinata giggled once more, "So, I have figured out just what you should eat tonight, Naruto-kun."

And in that moment, Hinata turned her body, turning her body in a graceful pivot, so he could see even more of her. As she moved, the onesie moved with her, displaying a fluidity that highlighted the gracefulness of her gestures.

But as she turned around, Naruto's mind no longer took in the way the onesie looked on his woman's body but rather the makeshift of the fabric piece itself.

What he saw, made his mouth drop even farther, and his massive friend buried within his slacks instantly spring to life.

There, Hinata presented once more his meal for the night, a grand meal meticulously prepared to damn near perfection.

There, Hinata revealed her backside, where a highly surprising detail was revealed, a detail that if Hinata didn't turn around, he would still completely be oblivious too.

Her onesie possessed a butt flap.

Naruto's eyes shot wide at the sight of the white buttons that were engraved into her seductive lounge choice, which seemed to follow an oval path right around his wife's buttocks, the fabric merely covering up the space where the crack of her pussy lips was located.

The flap was currently closed, but thanks to Naruto's patience, or moment of shock rather, he witnessed his wife reaching behind her luscious frame to pry the fabric open, to snap it loose from the buttons that held it close.

"Mmm, that's right. You can have me for dinner, my love."

Hinata bit her lip as she went about pulling her onesie's butt flap open, to give Naruto an even closer look at the meal he will be eating tonight.

"I figured it's the least I can give you. And besides," Hinata shrugged her shoulders, looking back at his shocked frame over her shoulder, "I just wanted to be creative tonight, maybe even a little spicer."

And with that, a loud pop was heard from the buttons of Hinata's onesie and finally, his surprise awaited him.

A grand sight of Hinata's creamy buttocks.

Hinata wore absolutely no panties underneath her onesie. Her two asscheeks seemed to peek out at him through the opening of her onesie, a onesie, by the way, he never knew existed until now.

Hell, a onesie he never knew that his wife knew about.

It was a onesie that forsaken the essence of comfort and innocence, but now took on a different approach, one of seduction and all right naughtiness, and it now inhabited the body of his wife, his sexy fucking wife.

Naruto growled underneath his breath, trying his best to hold back his restraints but he felt them slipping.

Dangerously so.

It was always a pleasure to observe his wife transition from her innocent, wholesome demeanor to a more confident, seductive version of herself.

It almost felt like Naruto was witnessing a different side of his wife emerging, brought forth effortlessly and presented to him without hesitation—a method to fulfill his desires in a way she knew well.

Now, with her adorned in such a onesie, revealing the plan she had dedicated the entire day to bring to fruition, he knew that she meant business.

Even down to her voice, he knew she was just as horny as he was. Her tone had transformed into a sultry symphony, draped in velvet and laced with subtle allure. Low and smoldering, her voice revealed a seductive side she reserved for him and only him.

Each word she spoke unfolded languidly, bathed in a sensuous cadence that seemed to caress his ears, and cause his dick to rise more and more in his slacks.

There was an intimate confidence in her delivery, a knowing inflection hinting at hidden desires. Her words lingered, leaving a tantalizing trail of anticipation, weaving a spell of temptation that invited him to lose himself completely.

Naruto felt his arousal growing exponentially, every second his manly urges rising up that peak to a place of no return, especially as he witnessed his wife begin to climb on the diner table, the very same table he always ate her home cooked meals on but now...

She was his meal for tonight.

And Naruto surely didn't protest that.

His erection, in fact, twitched in delight in his formal slacks, brushing against the zipper, eager to be unleashed.

His stomach was no longer the recipient that will be in the spotlight today, but instead his dick was. Just as his stomach growls when it wishes for fulfillment, his dick twitched and hardened, yearning with all of its might to reach for its meal.

Naruto's blue eyes darkened even further, 'Mmm, what a turn of events.' He thought with a lick of his lips.

It was always like Hinata, always going the extra mile to be considerate, presenting precisely what he desired, as if she could read his mind. She always knew how to brighten his day and cater to his needs with utmost expertise.

And once again, she hadn't failed to impress him, displaying her talents once more.

And Naruto was pleased. Deeply.

He licked his lips yet again, a curse slipping past his gaping lips, "Mmm, fuck yeah, sweetheart. I got to say, you've really done something that I never thought possible." Naruto trailed off before he began to take a step forward, deeper into the diner room.

"Mmm, and what might that be, my love?" Hinata purred, her sweet voice filling the entirety of the room, imbuing it with her loveliness.

Naruto huffed, closing the dining room door behind him with a thump before continuing his journey forward, drawn closer to his delectable meal.

He hummed, his spiky hair tousling with every step, "You've outdone yourself with my meal tonight, Hinata-hime. Out of all of them, this has gotta be the best one yet."

Hinata couldn't suppress a giggle in response to her husband's compliment. And as a playful treat, she began to shake her ass for him, firmly placing her hands on the wooden table to maintain her position, bent over, providing Naruto with a little show.

Hinata truly relished hearing that. It boosted her confidence, reassuring her that Naruto was genuinely pleased with the meal she had conceived, prepared, and served to him tonight.

She was certain he would be anyway.

Hinata lowered her head a bit, as she continued the action of wiggling her ass, her visible cheeks swaying left and right, their performance presented clearly through the round hole in her onesie.

"Oh? I'm your best meal, hm?"

"Hell yeah you are, beautiful."

Hinata giggled once more, before she brought one finger up, doing so to beckon him over, "Mmm, oh, my sweetheart, just wait until you get a taste of me."

She shook her ass once more, her creamy buttocks rocking side to side in a steady but enticing motion, "Come, sit down. Your meal is all ready and prepared for you, my dear husband."

On that note, Hinata rotated her body, ensuring her back was no longer facing Naruto but his designated chair at the table, the one he sat in every single day.

She then turned her head back to her husband.

She brought her tongue forth and swiped the pink appendage along her plump lips in a circular motion, enticingly slow. It was a display that gave off an irresistible effect, one that made Naruto's dick fully erect.

"Come, enjoy your meal." Hinata squinted her lavender eyes at him, "Taste me. Eat me."

Those enticing demands were all it took for Naruto to finally advance in an effort to enjoy the meal his wife had offered him for the night; her.

Naruto quickly made his way over like the starving man he was, ready to enjoy the fruits of her.

His mouth was fucking salivating, watering in a desire to get a taste of the delicacy that resided right within the gape of his wife's onesie, in the gapes of her now visible asscheeks. He was ready to devour her whole, to consume all that she had to offer, and even afterward, go for seconds. No thirds.

He rushed over to her like a dog would to a treat, electing several giggles to slip out of Hinata's mouth at the sight of her husband's visible enthusiasm.

With a clatter, he placed his briefcase on the diner table, just beside her bent form, removing it from his hands, and momentarily getting it and what it stood for out of his sight and mind.

His blue eyes were rooted on his meal, and only his meal at the moment, once more with his usual desire to not be bothered by other matters as he attends to it.

Now front and center, he was able to see the significant gape in Hinata's peach onesie, where it gave sight to her own natural peach, revealing her succulent, juicy core. Her pussy lips.

Her pretty pink pussy lips were presented in between her plump asscheeks, fat, puffed, and glazed with a symphony of nectarous juices, a sight so delightful to Naruto's eyes, he couldn't help but stand back and marvel at it.

No matter how many times he witnessed the private delicacies of his wife, Hinata was still a meal unlike any other he's ever seen or eaten before. She was akin to a treasure trove of hidden delights, a treat within a treat that should be ravished again and again.

At first glance of her backside, it appears to hold just one prize, her delectable ass, but when he looks deeper, there lies a cascade of additional treasures waiting to be discovered.

Each layer of her present yet another gem, creating an escalating sense to arise for him to explore all that she had to offer.

After all, he never grows tired of doing so.

Naruto licked his lips for the umpteenth time it seems, "Oh, my beautiful hime, you always just know how to please me." He breathed, as he centered his body directly behind Hinata, causing her to turn her head even further over her shoulder to keep an eye on him.

Hinata watched with hooded lavender eyes as Naruto slowly reached up and deftly pulled the knot of his tie loose. The fabric relaxed, unwinding from its formal embrace in response to his yank.

As Naruto loosened the fabric, he immediately felt a palpable sense of freedom, free from the restraints of his formal display and now transiting into a more relaxed one, a relaxed form ready to eat his meal in peace.

The black silk slid through his fingers, cool and smooth, just as his blue eyes slid across the delicacy of his wife bent and spread for him, his heated gaze never drifting off of her as he went about removing a piece of his formal wear.

His actions were deliberate, each movement executed with an unhurried pace, his narrowed blue eyes focused and intent.

Now, it was his turn to provide Hinata with a spectacle, and he observed as he made her shudder. The way he smoothly worked his tie off, coupled with his intense gaze, caused more of those enticing juices of hers to slip from her opening.

She moaned, batting her eyelashes back at him, "Oh Naruto-kun." She moaned.

"Heh," Naruto scoffed playfully, before he gave his tie a final tug before easing, allowing it to hang more casually around his neck.

He then let out a growl, low and deep, "Mmm, I am going to enjoy this, hime." He whispered out seductively, before plopping his ass right upon his usual diner seat. He scooted his chair forward, so he could be up close and personal with his meal.

Hinata hummed before giving her ass a sensual rock, "Yes, Naruto-kun, it's all yours, my love. Eat until your heart's content." She moaned, her loose strands of midnight blue hair fluttering in the air, keeping pace with her movements.

She gave him one last wiggle of her ass, "Bon Appétit, my love."

Naruto gave Hinata an amused look, one of furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, and a playful smirk.

Instead, he clasped his hands together, pressing his palms firmly, creating a seamless connection of skin against skin.

Bowing his head, he expressed gratitude to Hinata for presenting him with a meal before partaking in it.

"How about..." Naruto lifted his head to smirk naughtily.

"Itadakimasu."

And after that, Hinata didn't even have a moment to react or respond before she felt large hands quickly cup her plump asscheeks, nestling over the soft fabric of her onesie. It was only then she felt something hot, slimy, and wet slam directly within the crack of her ass.

Naruto wasted no time.

Just as he typically devoured the meals Hinata presented upon his return home, he approached tonight's meal with the same gusto.

He began to work on munching on that ass.

In a short span, the dining room resonated with the symphony of slurps, the subtle creaks of the table, profound groans of satisfaction, and the harmonious moans of ecstasy as Naruto indulged in his meal.

He firmly grasped Hinata's voluptuous hips, pressing his thumbs against her pussy lips where he gently parted them, securing her in place before him. It was then, that he eagerly explored the delicacy revealed by her onesie, finally delving inside and lavishing her entirely.

His eyes were sealed shut, immersing himself in a different world where only he and Hinata's pussy existed. In this world, he was reignited, drawn back to delve into the intricate workings of his wife's very being, eager to explore everything she had to offer.

His mouth was set wide open, his head plunged deeply into her warmth, employing his tongue to navigate her dripping wet core. He rhythmically moved his moist appendage back and forth between her folds, capturing every drop of her essence that coated them.

His movements were untamed, driven by an insatiable need as he thoroughly explored her, leaving his lips, mouth, and chin stained with the evidence of her arousal in no time flat.

The table beneath them also grew sullied in the process, adorned with remnants of her essence as it dripped and splattered from the entire ordeal. But the mess mattered little to Naruto.

Never did.

Naruto, ever the messy enthusiast, reveled in the chaos that accompanied his indulgences. To him, mess wasn't a drawback; it was a confirmation to the satisfaction derived from his endeavors.

When it came to savoring his indulgences, be it culinary or carnal, the disarray only heightened the sense of delight he felt, each scattered droplet or smudge an insignia of a thoroughly enjoyed feast.

For him, mess equaled pleasure, and pleasure was always worth the untidy aftermath.

Now, after an long day at work, his undivided attention was directed solely towards his meal—Hinata.

Naruto gave her long strokes with his tongue, gliding his slimy pink appendage up and down the wet slit of his wife's pussy. He hummed, savoring as her moans escalated in volume, the quivering of her pussy lips against his skilled tongue, and the steady flow of her essence.

Without hesitation, Naruto quickly gathered every droplet of her intoxicating nectar, ensuring no portion of her essence went to waste.

In that moment, Hinata experienced firsthand the vigor with which her husband usually devoured his meals, the undeniable power of his tongue exploring every inch of her, exerting a force, precision, and accuracy against her pussy lips that nearly brought her to climax on the spot.

Just like his meals, she didn't stand a chance.

Naruto groaned, his blue eyes rolling, "Fuck, you taste so fucking delicious, Hinata-hime. I can never get enough of this pussy of yours-"

"Oh kami yes!" Hinata squealed, her toes curling within her white socks, anchored by his head. The quivering of her body seem to intensify more and more, steadily escalating like a leaf caught in a fierce wind, each passing moment amplifying the rhythmic tremors that coursed through her.

"Please, don't stop, Naruto-kun, please don't stop!"

"Oh love, who ever said I'd do that?" Naruto questioned, with a low growl.

He swiftly lowered one hand, delivering a decisive spank to her pale buttocks enveloped by the peach onesie still worn on her body. The captivating jiggle of her derrière was unmistakable, rippling about, beckoning for more attention.

"Kyahh!"

Hinata cried out in reaction to the intense smack, only to receive another, serving as a mild punishment for her earlier response, the sound slicing through the air.

Oh, Hinata was mistaken; she should know better.

He was only just getting started with her.

Naruto chuckled, teasingly rocking his hands along her asscheeks, reveling in the delightful way they jiggled, like jello, due to his touch.

"Mmm, baby, I'm not done with you, far from it." Naruto growled, "I'm going to savor every last inch of you," He whispered, trailing over her quivering pussy, relishing the desired juices as it steadily spilled from her.

He observed as the juices trickled down her velvety folds, descending all over her onesie, to ultimately contribute to the messy pool of liquids already on the table below her.

Naruto licked his lips, loving the effect of his dirty words on Hinata, noting the subtle quiver from her body as he disclosed his intentions.

He nodded, his blonde bangs tousling about, "Yeah, I'm gonna eat you out until my fucking tongue becomes numb, and only then, I'll treat that pussy to some good ole dick."

"Yes please! Please, do what you wish! I'm yours I'm-ooh!"

Hinata's pleas were silenced when Naruto rushed forward, grabbing a hold of her again, to carry out his promises. He dived back into her intense heat like he never left, making it once again his mission to suck her dry.

But it was quite the challenge.

Hinata's love juices flowed endlessly, a ceaseless stream cascading out of her like a never ending fountain. It was as if each drop held the promise of revitalization, and Naruto's insatiable tongue eagerly sought to lap up every ounce of this...rejuvenating elixir.

His taste buds danced with the richness of her essence, absorbing the nutrients as though his masculine body craved the replenishment she offered.

Hinata's love juices proved sweet to Naruto's senses, an intoxicating blend of floral notes and a hint of warmth that enveloped him completely, unleashing an undertone of musky arousal that hung in the air, teasing his senses tenfold.

As Naruto indulged in the feast before him, the taste of his wife's pussy left a lingering imprint on his tongue, a delicate fusion of saltiness and the subtle sweetness that bespoke the deliciousness of her essence.

Each inhale, each lick, each suck brought him deeper into the immersive essence of Hinata, and he lost himself more and more in the process.

The spiky-haired blonde released a deep, delighted moan. He then made the needy decision to encircle her thighs with his strong arms, securing her in place, leaving his face to immerse itself in her warmth.

But, upon doing so, he discovered his face pressed beneath the weight of his wife's fat ass, making breathing rather difficult for him.

Leaning back slightly, he peered up at his wife through his sweat-dampened blonde locks, his gaze now clouded with desire.

"Oh, Hinata-hime?" He called out, his voice taking on a playful, sing-song tone.

Hinata whimpered, shifting her head slowly to meet his gaze in response to his call.

However, upon witnessing his intense stare and disheveled appearance, she had to restrain herself from climaxing right then and there.

Breathing heavily, she struggled to catch her breath, numerous strands of her hair escaping their confines and gently tickling her cheeks, "Mm, y-yes, N-Naruto-kun?" She panted.

Hinata watched as Naruto nodded rather slyly down to her asscheeks, "Why don't ya be a doll, and spread those asscheeks a little further for me, hime." He then nodded at her hands, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Use those hands of yours, give 'em a nice, wide spread, will ya."

Hinata's entire body flushed a deeper shade of red in response to the embarrassing order she was given, but she obeyed, regardless.

Under her husband's penetrating gaze, she brought her hands down shakily to widen the spread of her buttocks, allowing him greater access to her glistening folds in between.

She bit her lip, glancing over her shoulder at him, "L-Like this?"

"Mmm," Naruto murmured, embracing her thighs. He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her right buttock as a gesture of approval, "Yes, that's it. Keep that ass spread, just like that for me, hime. Grant me access to feast on all of you."

Only after those words did Naruto plunge forward once more, this time, accelerating his pace, coming at her even harder.

Hinata stood no chance.

Hinata's cries reverberated far and wide, emanating from the depths of her chest to fill the echoey dining room around.

Her grip on her buttocks tightened, leaving crimson imprints of her fingerprints on her highly responsive skin. The knuckles of her hands, numbed and strained from its prolonged position against her flesh, had turned a pale shade as she continued to keep herself spread for dear life.

Her features tightened uncontrollably, an expression of unbridled joy etched across her face. Naruto's fierce licking put her through the wringer, igniting every nerve inside her like a wildfire. Her stomach warmed, and a tight knot formed within her, reaching extremes that made breathing difficult.

Hinata certainly knew what that meant.

Her eyes rolled, and she began swaying back and forth along the table, attempting to distance her buttocks from Naruto's face, to escape the pleasure he was giving her.

However, he forcefully pulled her back, causing her to collide against his mouth yet again, locking her in a cycle of pleasure in which she couldn't escape.

Never once did he let up, or stop his advancements. No.

Naruto kept it up, putting Hinata through the wringer.

Now, with her ass now spread wider, and her legs held tight against the other one by large hands, Hinata was trapped against Naruto's tongue, his head stucked in between her ass, a world he never wanted to leave. Ever.

He gave his head a vigorous yank, throwing his head back and forth within her pussy lips. He relished the way her lower lips jiggled and swayed against his face, dangling between her inner thighs, the tender flesh steadily brushing against his skin after every lick.

However, it was this very act that ultimately pushed Hinata past her breaking point, the intensity of the knot inside her becoming too much to bear.

Her breath hitched, and she began to convulse wildly, causing the table to wobble and shake on its legs, "Oh kami, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

"Mmm," Naruto delivered a slap on her ass, a smack of encouragement, "Yes, cum, hime. Cum for me."

But it was only that, that caused the cord in Hinata to finally snap, and within seconds, she was cumming all over the place, spasming and writhing within his hold.

"Ahh, oh kami! I-I'm cumming! I-I'm cumming!"

"Aww fuck yeah! Give it all to me, hime, cum all over my fucking tongue." Naruto wiggled his head in her heat, lapping at the juices that squirted out of her, "Yes, cum all over my face."

Hinata emitted a high-pitched squeal, showcasing an impressive range of vocalization, with her voice diving from a low to a high octave in mere milliseconds.

As she approached her climax's peak, she spasmed, kicking her legs and wiggling her ass, but she was held still, aided by Naruto in riding such waves of pleasure to the very end.

The aftermath of her climax was intense, bordering on painful, but after that initial release, she soon found herself experiencing a rush of orgasms, one after the other.

Naruto still didn't stop. Hell no.

He wasn't satisfied just yet.

He dedicated himself to ensuring no part of Hinata remained untouched. Now, with her held wide open, Naruto's tongue lapped every inch of her: her pussy lips, her opening, her clit, and even her back door.

The blonde was in a frenzy, soon pulling his head up to run his tongue around and around the rim of her anus hole, which pulsated at the mere senstation of his hot tongue tracing it.

Hinata jolted in his grasp, likely from surprise, but her moans, the pleasure he provided, and the multitude of orgasms that crashed into her body drowned out all sense of reality for her, rendering her brain to mere puddy.

And thus, her moans grew even louder.

At times, Hinata found herself unable to even vocalize her pleasure, her lips set wide open to let forth a silent scream, eyes rolling back, body spasming on the table as Naruto's expert advancements unraveled her completely.

His tongue, lips, and even teeth touched every part of her, exploring every nuance he could get a hold of.

He was like a beast, ravishing her whole.

Naruto descended upon her with unrestrained fervor, a pace she struggled to match. His lips nibbled and pulled at her pussy lips, while his mouth created a suction and warmth around her clit, offering a persistent stimulation.

Delving his tongue deep into her opening, he slithered the slimy, wet appendage further inside, tracing along her walls to savor more of her delectable essence, determined to reach the pinnacle of satisfaction he craved.

With closed eyes, he even ventured to lap at her anus a few more times, his tongue moving rapidly in various directions—up and down, side to side, and in circular motions—over the twitching hole.

His intent was clear: he wanted to leave his mark on every inch of her, to consume her entirely.

Hinata completely lost it.

She lost all control over her body and mind, completely at the mercy of Naruto's insatiable tongue.

The heat coursing through her body gave her skin a reddish hue, resembling a ripe tomato.

Her limbs grew pleasantly numb, overwhelmed by the intense sensations emanating from every angle of her lower region, as Naruto teased, licked, and played with her pussy, causing even that part of her to go numb.

Hinata was completely helpless, her legs trembling, body convulsing as another orgasm steadily approached.

She could do nothing but stay still and take every lingering lick from her husband, just like a good little wife. Yet she reveled in every moment, relishing the submissive role she played for Naruto.

Truly, Hinata didn't want the moment to end; therefore, just as she always did, she allowed Naruto to finish his meal in peace.

And that's what she intended to do now.

To prove her point, she arched her back, turning her head over her shoulder, to shake her ass against Naruto's face, watching as her buttocks brushed against his whiskered cheeks and nose, drowning him more into her heat.

But he didn't seem to be phased.

He grumbled in satisfaction, causing Hinata to giggle.

She was even more delighted to feel his tongue drive harder against her due to her actions, poking and prodding her anus with vigor. The midnight blue-haired woman whimpered, her lavender eyes crossing.

"Oh Naruto-kun, yes, yes, yes!! Right there!!"

"Mmm, that's fucking right." Naruto growled, drawing his head back to release a glob of spit onto her anus, only to dive forward and lap at it, a strand of spit connecting from her second hole to his extended tongue.

He watched as her used whole quivered.

He smirked, "Yes, scream my fucking name."

"Oh Naruto-kun!!!"

Naruto moaned, licking his lips with a pop, "Mmm, such a dirty fucking girl you are. You like this, huh?"

He withdrew his arms from around her, unzipping his slacks roughly to finally free his erect cock.

His member had been eagerly twitching within his pants throughout the entire time, yearning to be free, and join in on the fun.

And so, he gave his dick the chance it's been longing for.

He unleashed it from its confines, gripping the veiny shaft tightly in one hand as he once again dove his head forward to lick his wife's anus.

He listened to her mewl, her toes curling in her socks.

"You like when I give that pretty asshole of yours attention, don't you?"

He fixed his gaze on the back of his wife's head as she vigorously nodded, causing her messy bun to bounce around.

"Yes! I enjoy it so much. So, so, so much, my love!" Hinata repeated like a broken record.

Her mind was now complete mush, and her body now craved nothing but more pleasure, to feel all what her husband desired to give it.

Naruto moaned in satisfaction. Those were the exact words he was waiting to hear.

At that moment, he decided to grant his wife a break from eating her out and declared himself finished with his meal.

Exercising all of his willpower, he withdrew his head away from Hinata's sensitive pussy and retracted his tongue into his mouth. But as he moved away, he placed a tender kiss on her left buttock.

"Mmm, such music to my ears. I'm glad you enjoyed it, love, because I certainly did too."

Hinata hummed in satisfaction, loving the sound of that very much. A wave of warmth filled her chest as his words acknowledged her success in satisfying her husband, once again achieving her goal of making him happy.

Smiling, Hinata decided to give him another show. She wiggled her buttocks at him within her onesie, rubbing them with her hands in circles.

"Oh? You enjoyed your meal, Naruto-kun?" She teased, already knowing what his answer was going to be.

Naruto nodded immediately, his gaze following her jiggling buttocks, almost as if in a trance.

"Oh yes, my love. I enjoyed my meal so fucking much," He declared gleefully.

"Fucking five stars."

He went on and on, mind blown.

"A perfect 10 out of 10, sweetheart."

Hinata giggled at his many responses, observing him over her shoulder as he moved his head once again, alternating between cheeks and planting a kiss on her right one.

But he didn't stop there.

He placed numerous kisses on each of her buttocks and even pressed a few onto her hands that were still there.

As a gesture of appreciation, he showered his wife with affectionate kisses, expressing gratitude for the delectable meal she had given him.

Meanwhile, he discreetly indulged in a few strokes of his now liberated member, unbeknownst to Hinata.

"Gochisousama deshita." The spiky-haired blonde moaned against her flesh, "But now, Hinata-hime, I think it's time for dessert."

His eyes gleamed darker, "What do you say, hm?"

At that moment, Naruto abruptly pushed himself up to stand, causing his chair to whip back, colliding with the floor and creating a sudden crash that echoed through the entire dining room, a sound that startled Hinata to her core.

The sudden and resounding noise lingered in her ears, casting an air of suspense as she whipped her attention toward the source of the disturbance.

A gasp of shock escaped her, and only then did she let go of her buttocks, choosing instead to place her hands on the table beside her.

"Wh-What are you-?" She jerked her head back, but upon doing so, she was met with grand sight, a sight that brought a silence to her words almost immediately.

Naruto's cock.

His member made a grand entrnace, surprising her by flopping on the crack of her ass. Her cheeks burned red as she witnessed how engorged his member was, fully erect, sprouting from the unzipped zipper of his tux's slacks and now seeking its place on her ass.

Her husband's cock pulsated against her skin, burning her with its intense heat. His mushroom tip was even oozing sticky precum, spilling all over her backside, but Hinata hardly minded.

Hinata lifted her head, allowing her gaze to ascend until she met with the darkened, heated eyes of her husband again. He now stood at his full height, completely towering over her.

With a sexy smirk—one that never failed to make her stomach flutter—he sent a nod down at his now exposed member.

"Go on, put it inside you, Hinata-hime." He demanded, asserting the only demand he needed to have her obey immediately.

In return, Hinata gave him a nod, "Yes, Naruto-kun." She responded submissively, eager to finally have him inside her.

Quickly, she glided one hand down over the curve of her backside, taking hold of his manhood along the shaft.

Naruto let out a deep groan as he relished her tantalizing touch, delightful tingles rushing up and down his spine.

Meanwhile, Hinata hissed, the contact of his flesh burning her, yet she maintained a firm grip nonetheless.

But before she officially carried out her husband's order, she paused, looking back up at him for assurance.

She bit my lip, "W-Which h-hole?" She squeaked, her cheeks flushing.

She needed clarification, wanting to know specifically which of her used holes he desired satisfaction from tonight—her pussy or her asshole?

Naruto's grin broadened as he caught his wife's inquiry, relishing her attempt on dirty talk. His erection, too, seemed to appreciate her seeking clarification on which of her holes he intended to fuck first, twitching in her grasp and brushing against her fingers.

The spiky-haired blonde moaned, nodding his head down to her exposed bottom, "I want to fuck your pussy right now, love. I got something else planned for that asshole of yours."

Hinata sighed blissfully at her husband's response, almost feeling faint. She loved the sound of her husband's naughty declaration more than anything, and without hesitation, she followed through completely. 

Maintaining a firm grip around the veiny shaft of his member, she directed him toward her pussy, pressing his mushroom tip against it until the head popped inside, entering all at once.

Hinata's breath hitched, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of her husband's cock that seemed to stretch her to the brink, penetrating deep into her pussy with a commanding presence that demanded her attention.

The depth of penetration and the intense fullness she experienced upon finally connecting with her husband elicited involuntary moans from her, such sensations coursing through her entire being. It was a profound and all-encompassing feeling that reverberated in her gut, a potent mix of pleasure and desire that left her yearning for more.

She shuddered, shifting her head over her shoulder once more, "Oh kami, you're so deep. I love it when you're so deep inside me, Naruto-kun." She moaned out, glancing down at their connected beings, a sight that only made her wetter.

Naruto groaned as he felt Hinata's walls tighten around his cock upon entry, and he smirked at her through his sweaty blonde bangs.

Moving his thumb forward, he encircled it around her anus, eliciting more moans and tingles from Hinata.

"Mmm, you haven't felt anything yet, my love."

With a growl, he delivered the first deep thrust while simultaneously plunging his thick thumb deep into Hinata's anus, providing her with the sensation of double penetration.

Instantly, she came on the spot.

Her knees pressed deep into the table, and her toes curled in the air by her husband's hips as he began thrusting into her, vigorously filling both of her holes.

With each powerful thrust, his cock delved deeper and deeper into her dripping wet pussy, while his thumb widened her anus, wiggling deep inside of her and intensifying the warmth in her gut.

The sensations were enough to elicit the most intense and blissful expressions from Hinata—faces of sheer pleasure.

Tears of joy welled up in her lavender eyes, rolling involuntarily to the back of her head. Her tongue thrusted out of her mouth, and her entire body shook in response to each powerful thrust that she was given from behind.

Her husband dedicated himself wholeheartedly, bestowing upon her pleasurable sensations beyond her wildest dreams as a tangible expression of gratitude for providing him with yet another satisfying meal, for being the one element in his day that brought a smile to his face and uplifted his spirits.

This, being here with his lover just like this, was his sole desire.

And it was hers, as well.

In no time, the table was back to its usual melody of squeaking and rocking, as Naruto continuously crashed back and forth within his wife, his hips meeting the fabric of her onesie that cradled around her ass, emitting smacks of flesh upon contact.

He watched in glee as his wife squirm as her pussy swallowed his cock, his thrusts sending ripples throughout her entire body.

Her cries resonated so loudly that he just knew her voice filled every corner of the house, bouncing off the walls.

Her sexy form trembled within his grasp, quivering within the confines of her onesie, providing him with a delightful show.

In the moments when his gaze wasn't fixated on the rhythmic motion of her bouncing pale ass, it was captivated by the sight of his thick, veiny cock disappearing and reappearing within her tight heat.

Naruto's cerulean gaze remained fixated below, keenly observing every motion he orchestrated. He observed the forward thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep into his wife's pretty pink pussy until her ass met the front of his slacks, prompting her body to spasm, and her cries transform into ecstatic squeals.

He then pulled his hips back, withdrawing, only to plunge back inside her.

He cursed as her tight walls clutched him, rewarding every one of his thrusts with a thorough massage, ensuring every inch of his cock felt pleasure with every grip.

His deep groans and moans were music to Hinata's ears, intensifying the heat in her body and contributing to the juices that overflowed her honey pot.

The squelching of those juices didn't go unnoticed by either of them as Naruto thrust his cock back and forth within her, causing the fluids to splash out and further soil her onesie.

The squelching sounds echoed as his cock navigated the friction, delving into the inner channels of her pussy, reaching for her G-spot and cervix with each extension of his hips forward.

Naruto's gaze couldn't help but traverse his stunning wife during the entire ordeal. She was so breathtaking positioned there, on her hands and knees on the dining table before him, legs spread, and her body writhing in response to his every movement. Her onesie stretched, wrinkled and shifted, providing him with a tantalizing glimpse of the masterpiece that she kept hidden—her curves and all.

The spiky-haired blonde emitted a deep groan, maintaining his thumb inserted into her anus to provide her with as many pleasurable sensations as possible. His erection twitched as he felt her second hole clasp tightly onto his finger, enveloping it in its intense warmth.

Naruto moaned, biting his lip, "Ooh yes, baby. You look so gorgeous taking my cock like that. Holy fuck," He groaned out, "You're just so perfect. You're the whole goddamn package." He praised like a drunk man, his lips moving on their own accord as he just marveled his wife.

Hinata moaned, her cheeks spreading into a grin so wide that it ached her blushing cheeks. The compliments Naruto showered on her were like sweet caresses to her soul, each word wrapping around her heart with warmth, creating a cocoon of affection for her. Such verbal tokens of admiration felt like tender kisses within her chest, awakening a fluttering sensation to take root deep within her.

Once again, she turned her head over her shoulder to steal a glance at Naruto. But she found herself beaming when she was greeted with a kiss on the lips from her husband, a gesture that felt like a direct response to the unspoken desires swirling in her mind.

She moaned as her lips connected against her husband's lips with a plop, a feeling that made her pussy tingle around his cock. Both of them moaned in unison, bodies pressed closely despite the barrier of their clothes.

"Mmm, and I am all yours, Naruto-kun," Hinata whispered, capturing Naruto's lips in another passionate kiss, moaning within one another's mouths, "Always will be."

"Oh, Hinata-chan, and I am yours," He breathed out, sealing his affection with a kiss on her forehead—a tender exchange between husband and wife.

It was a gesture that truly warmed Hinata's heart, appreciative of it to say the least.

But she was certainly appreciative of the next gesture as well.

Because as soon as Naruto's lips left her forehead, he went right back to plowing her nice and deep.

He removed his thumb from her anus to grabbed her hips firmly, pressing her down into the table where he picked up the speed of his thrusts, to finally give her his all. He began pistoning his hips back and forth against her ass, driving his rock-hard cock faster and deeper within her, aiming to make her scream.

And Naruto succeeded.

Oh, he succeeded indeed.

In fact, both of their moans resonated loud and proud, merging as one to fill their entire house, just as their bodies lay connected once more.

This moment, the culmination of their day, was the sanctuary both Naruto and Hinata eagerly awaited. It served as their refuge from the demanding responsibilities of adulthood, a precious time allowing them to escape into each other's embrace, indulging in the intimacy they both craved.

Every exchanged glance, every tender kiss, every passionate thrust, and every shared moment in the dining area held profound significance, becoming the cornerstone of their connection as husband and wife.

The excitement between them escalated, prompting a decision to carry their playtime beyond the dining area.

With shared enthusiasm, they eventually moved to their room, extending the sex session they shared, relishing each second as they explored the depths of their passion.

Naruto quickly scooped Hinata up, cradling her in his arms bridal style, and only then, he carried her off to their bedroom.

Hinata's giggles resonated in the air as she surrendered to being effortlessly lifted from the dining table, where she was safely held in her husband's strong arms.

"Naruto-kun-!"

Her laughter was interrupted when Naruto leaned in for another passionate kiss, just as they exited the dining room with the slide of the door.

She moaned in the kiss, cupping his face gently. Such a kiss was fleeting, because it was then her ears caught the low, husky whisper of her husband...

"Let's take this to the bedroom, hime. If you don't mind," Naruto graced Hinata with a soft peck on the lips upon their ascent up their steps, leaning in close to her ear.

"I'm all ready for seconds."

Hinata couldn't suppress a giggle, but she couldn't deny her desire for it too. In that moment, she knew it was going to be another long, long but enjoyable night for both of them.

It was in that moment, witnessing the triumphant outcome of her carefully planned feast for her husband tonight, that her anticipation swelled.

The success fueled her determination to provide Naruto with more delectable meals of the same caliber, each one shaped to mirror the savory delight she had served him this very evening—meals in the form of herself.

Now, this had become his favorite dish among them all, and Hinata couldn't be more delighted.

The midnight blue-haired woman hummed, playfully tapping Naruto's nose, a smile playing on her plump lips.

She kicked her legs, while lying in his arms, eliciting a deep chuckle from him.

"No, I don't mind at all, Naruto-kun." She whispered, caressing his face, brushing her thumb across his whisker marks. She stared deep in his eyes, caught in his loving stare.

Naruto smiled large and wide, caught in hers.

"You can have seconds, thirds, and fourths, my love." She whispered seductively, "You can have as much as me, as you want, husband."

"Mmm, that's music to my ears, wife." Naruto moaned deeply, tousling her in his arms as they reached the top of the stairs, turning down the hall toward their shared bedroom.

"Will do, Hinata-hime. Will do." 

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A.N. 

Yass, hahaha!!!

I've successfully posted an update for Naruhina Month! I did it!!!

You all just don't know how happy I am right now!! I can't believe it!

As you can see, I'm kicking off this event with a bang! No playing around, haha!!

Expect the rest of my content to follow a similar spicy theme (maybe not all, but most). I'll be tagging each piece with smut: heavy, or fluffy, so you know what you're getting into.

My exams are almost over, and content will be flowing! Finally, I can fully participate in NHMonth23, and I am sooo happy! Get ready for an intense ride because I'm not holding back, lmao!

I hope you enjoyed this steamy one-shot and the first installment of Nhmonth23 from my end. 

If you haven't noticed, I set this chapter in the fall season. I started writing it a few months back but took a break to focus on Halloween special one-shots. Now, I've picked it back up, and I'm thrilled that Nhmonth23 provided prompts that fit this one-shot's theme!

I'm so happy. I am also happy with the result of this one-shot, hehe!

Anywho! One down, twelve more to go!

Once again, I hope you enjoyed it, and please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments and vote! I would appreciate it!

-Powerful_Niya