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December 13th: Delinquent AU + "How To Love."

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In the hidden corners of Konoha Academy, shy schoolgirl Hinata secretly meets with Naruto, the infamous delinquent feared by all, reduced to nothing more than his plaything.

That's all she believed herself to be in Naruto's eyes.

Yet, unbeknownst even to Hinata, Naruto harbors a secret too—a love surpassing a mere yearning for sex, exclusively reserved for her, much to his dismay.

But love, as they say, has the power to drive one to do the craziest of things.

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Age Gap • Bad Boy AU • Body Worship • Breath Play • Butt Groping • Choking • Claiming • Cock Worship • Daddy Kink • December 13 • December 30 • Deepthroating • Delinquent AU • Desperation • Dirty Talk • Dom/Sub • Domination • Dubcon • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Fellatio • Fingering • Fondling • Forbidden Love • Foreplay • Free Use • Hair Pulling • Handjob • Heavy Angst • High School AU • Hurt & Comfort • Intimidation • Kinky • Lapdog • Multiple Orgasms • Mutual Pining • Naruto Has Issues • Nhmonth • Nhmonth23 • NSFW • Obsession • Opposites Attract • Oral Sex • Overstimulation • Ownership • Part #1 • Praise Kink • Possessive • Power Differences AU • Power Play • Pussy Worship • Rooftop Sex • Rough Sex • Schoolgirl AU • Secrecy • Semi-Public Sex • Size Difference Kink • Slapping • Spanking • Squirting • Stripping • Submission • Teasing • Tryst • Uniform(s) • Unprotected Sex • Vaginal Sex • Violence • 2023

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Part 1:
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Reckless Love

It was a tranquil early morning at Konoha Academy in Tokyo, with clear blue skies and a gentle breeze.

The first bell had just rung, signaling the start of another routine day.

Students traversed the halls, embodying different cliques and diverse personalities, transforming Konoha Academy into a lively mosaic of life.

Laughter resonated, contributing to the vibrant ambiance that highlighted the school's dynamic array of social circles.

Inside, the clamor of students echoed, but an unusual scene unfolded on the once-quiet rooftops. Instead of the customary staff presence, only two students, who were certainly not supposed to be there, occupied the space.

Skipping their classes and evading the public eye, the two naughty students seized the opportunity to engage in their habitual game, a naughty escapade repeated day after day.

The quiet air of the rooftop now carried raunchy sounds–a husky male voice moaning and groaning, accompanied by audible slurps of saliva and occasional gags.

A deep chuckle boomed forth.

"Mmm, fuck, this is better right, than attending class, eh, Hyuga?"

Hinata whimpered, a muffled whimper.

She knew she shouldn't be doing this.

She shouldn't even be here right now.

She ought to be in class.

If caught in this act, engaging in such behavior with the person she was with, the repercussions would be lasting—leaving her scarred for life, her reputation in tatters, and her father likely to disown her.

So why?

Why did she succumb to Naruto, the wretched delinquent of Konoha Academy again?

Why did she allow him to sweet-talk her once more into skipping class, and pull her onto the rooftops to shove his cock down her throat?

Why did she submit to him again?

Why did she find pleasure in it?

What's wrong with her?

Hinata's throat bulged with every bob of her head, her gaping mouth stretching uncomfortably at the edges. Saliva cascaded down her chin as she accommodated the meat stick that was inserted in her mouth, causing a burning sensation in her throat and nose.

A masculine musk, entwined with the unmistakable scent of cigarettes, enveloped her senses, emanating from the blonde delinquent whose cock she once again found herself sucking—a routine as regular as carrying his books and completing his homework.

It would be a shock to all of Konoha Academy if their secret was exposed.

It would truly be the shock of the century, causing ripples through Konoha Academy, if the students and faculty members were to ever discover the kinky escapades between Naruto and Hinata.

But no one knew a single thing.

In the privacy behind closed doors, Hinata, the shy and reserved schoolgirl, a reputation that was recognized by all in Konoha Academy, found herself as the subservient lapdog to none other than the notorious blonde delinquent, Naruto Uzumaki.

She practically ate out of the palm of his hand, attentively catering to his every need.

Naruto asserted his dominance by pushing her around, dictating her every move, and instilling intimidation with his mere presence.

In the shadow of his influence, Hinata always felt compelled to comply, creating an unspoken dynamic between them where submission to his will became an implicit norm.

This was nothing new.

Hinata was used to such treatment in high school, it was never a place of cupcakes and rainbows for her.

Branded as a pushover, a reputation acknowledged by everyone at Konoha Academy—despite her endeavors, she remained tethered to such an image.

Often assumed to be a virgin, untouched and innocent, she bore the image of a delicate snowflake. Her father's protective influence contributed to the perception that she appeared seemingly incapable of standing on her own.

Throughout her entire school life, Hinata has faced criticism and bullying for various reasons, particularly because of her eyes, busty figure, her choice to cover it up, her shy personality, gentle manner of speaking, tendency to stutter, and even the perception of being a teacher's pet.

Hinata's encounters with bullying at Konoha Academy became a regular routine, a distressing familiarity that tainted the memory of school altogether for her.

Despite Konoha Academy's outwardly inviting facade, the reality within its halls revealed a battlefield of cruelty and deceit.

The charming exterior concealed the harshness that lurked within, a deceptive allure that Hinata, like many others, initially failed to perceive.

She and her father were initially lured by the school's seemingly pleasant image, believing in its reputation as the best of the best in Tokyo, Japan.

However, Hinata soon unraveled the painful truth hidden within its crevices upon attending.

So, given her past experiences, the harsh treatment she receives from Naruto wasn't entirely unexpected for her.

She knew that she could deal with his harsh antics, frequent name-calling, and bossy demeanor, with no problem. After enduring years of bullying, Hinata can say strongly that she's acquired rather tough skin to be able to endure such treatment.

Besides, she knew deep down, very deep down, that she had the power to stop Naruto simply by uttering a firm no.

Refusing him, Hinata knew, was his weakness.

Hinata could resolve all her issues by simply turning down Naruto's seductive advances, ignoring his presence entirely, and instead focusing solely on maintaining the good girl image the entire school has always perceived her to be...

Hinata whimpered once more.

Who was she fooling? She could never build up the courage to turn down Naruto.

Hinata was surely in quite a precarious situation, ensnared in a tight chokehold by Konoha's ultimate bad boy.

Naruto Uzumaki, to be frank, was quite a difficult case.

He was a man that possessed a very complex persona—a man who rarely cracks a smile, unless it accompanied the satisfaction of obtaining his desires, or getting his knuckles bloodied and bruised from pummeling someone into a bloody pulp.

As the pariah of Konoha Academy, Naruto leads a clique of delinquents—individuals deemed "good-for-nothing bakas," a sentiment occasionally muttered under the breath by a few of the bolder staff members in reference to them.

Some students even raised their eyebrows when it came to them, harboring genuine skepticism about the delinquents' ages; as they appeared as though they should have graduated from high school years ago.

With physiques resembling grown men, voices deep as shit, and intimidating stares capable of making anyone pee their pants, their presence caused them to become subjects of silent speculation and curiosity among their peers.

Not like the delinquents gave a shit.

Together with his band of misfits, Naruto dominated Konoha Academy.

The delinquent's formidable reputation reaches such heights that they even go to extraordinary lengths to bully even the bullies, purely for their own amusement.

The delinquents of Konoha Academy were always known to be troublemakers, instilling fear and chaos wherever they went.

Engaging in violent brawls served as a form of entertainment for them, and they even went to the extreme of fucking their way through the cheerleading squad just for kicks.

The rebellious group certainly doesn't shy away from smoking cigs in the school bathrooms, actually, they took advantage of every chance to smoke cigarettes, striving to emit an aura of cool nonchalance.

They even daringly carry weapons in their bookbags, spiked baseball bats to be exact, showing them off to instill fear in those deemed inferior, creating an atmosphere of extreme tension throughout the entire school.

An unspoken rule prevailed throughout Konoha Academy concerning them, known to all.

It was common knowledge.

Basic intuition and the use of one's eyes at birth could easily unveil such an unwritten rule:

Never cross paths with the delinquents.

Avoid approaching them.

Refrain from engaging in conversation with them.

Don't even cast a single glance in their direction.

Cautionary warnings advise against any interaction with the delinquents throughout the entirety of Konoha Academy High School.

It's totally acceptable to engage or converse with anyone else, but approaching the delinquents, the very ones easily recognizable by those goddamn headbands they wear and the bats they weave, is strictly off-limits.

It is crucial to steer clear of those very individuals who always lounge at the graffitied park benches in the Konoha Academy courtyard during lunchtime, and after school hours.

Avoid entering their territory, always keep your guard up, and refrain from making direct eye contact with them.

The unspoken rule dictates a careful avoidance of any association with these figures.

So, how did Hinata, a woman on the opposite end of the spectrum from such individuals, end up entangled with a callous man like Naruto?

The answer's quite simple really.

Mostly a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Naruto, as was his usual inclination, sought someone to target, and Hinata happened to fit his criteria—petite yet curvy, beautiful yet shy, quiet yet obedient.

To Naruto, it felt like striking gold, and he had no plans to let go of such a treasure without savoring it until the very end.

Hinata, whether she realized it or not, became the solution to all his problems.

If he didn't feel like doing his shitty homework, he could just order her to complete it.

When he didn't want to carry his bags or books, she was there to take care of it for him. Why bother when he had her around?

That goes for other things too.

Whenever Naruto wanted pussy, Hinata was always there, with her skirt raised and legs parted.

She was always there to provide him the freedom to satisfy any desire he had by ramming his cock inside that tight cunt of hers till his heart's content.

Even better, she obeys his every command without hesitation.

A lone glare, a private text—the definitive "Give me pussy" message—or a mere beckon of his finger in the bustling hallways, and Hinata's at his side.

She would quickly distance herself from her friends as if she didn't even know them to begin with, prepared to serve him like a sex slave.

Undoubtedly, she was the one who made Naruto's school life somewhat more bearable.

Naturally, he always felt compelled to express his gratitude by pulling her out of her classes, leading her to the rooftops, guiding her onto her knees, to shove his cock down her throat.

If Naruto has to say so himself, that's gotta be the best damn reward that's out there.

Kneeled before him, sucking his cock.

And as always, Hinata takes on the task like a champ, expressing gratitude for every reward he desires to offer.

Just like now.

"Fuck." Naruto uttered curses through drawn-out, breathless sighs from his lips, tilting his head back in ecstasy.

He moaned countlessly as Hinata's warm tongue eagerly lapped needingly along the length of his nine inches.

Her tongue intricately traversed his member, displaying nimble dexterity. Its surface, moist and velvety, left a trail of warmth and wet saliva with each graceful stroke, meticulously touching every vein, every spot, every inch of him, in a gesture of worship.

Her tongue soon culminated with a gentle swirling around his sensitive tip, lapping at the milky precum that slipped down from the meatus of his cock.

More pleasure bloomed.

"Yeah, that's right." The spiky-haired blonde praised through breathless moans and curses.

"Take it in just like that." He sucked a breath through clenched teeth, "Ooh, just like daddy taught you."

Naruto's deep, husky voice drifted with the gentle rooftop breeze, shattering the tranquility that once embraced the area.

Lowering his head, he fixed his icy blue gaze on the midnight blue-haired schoolgirl beneath him, peering through his sweaty blonde bangs.

Hinata was there—body lowered, knees spread wide, balancing on her petite legs, where her head bobbed rhythmically as she busied herself with sucking him off.

Naruto's height was impressive, standing at 6'3", but with Hinata bending before him, he loomed over her completely. His presence cast a substantial shadow over her, grounding her in the reality of the situation.

Whenever Hinata found herself drifting into a trance and getting a bit too immersed in the moment (perhaps enjoying herself a tad too much), Naruto's towering figure, icy blue stare, and booming voice served as a wake-up call, snapping her out of her trances.

Naruto leaned against one of the walls on the school's rooftop, with one hand tightly gripping a handful of her midnight blue hair, while the other hung loosely by his side.

His lace-up black hakama pants were lowered to his ankles, joined by his underwear, exposing his fat, insatiable cock.

It throbbed within the warm embrace of Hinata's scorching mouth, veins pulsating along the shaft, while the engorged, dark pinkish tip played with her uvula, causing her to gag profusely.

Her teary lavender eyes bored into his blue ones the whole while, pale cheeks flushed, her school uniform completely hanging off of her body exposing those gorgeous tits of hers, her underwear hung around her ankle.

Her hands clasped his hips to stabilize herself in her kneeling stance, her legs supporting her weight, occasionally wavering and causing that adorable skirt of hers, draping down her thighs, to flutter about.

Naruto watched her with a toothy grin as Hinata bobbed her head back and forth nonstop, sucking more and more inches of his cock into her mouth, coating it with her saliva.

He chuckled with amusement as he beheld the scene in front of him.

There, he beheld pools of lavender eyes, pupilless yet captivating with an innocence that held an ethereal, angelic quality. Her gaze alone radiated sincerity and gentleness, allowing a glimpse into the pure essence of her soul.

Those innocent eyes, staring up at him, were certainly a huge contrast to her current lewd predicament, where his cock occupied her mouth just beneath them, tainting her throat with every rock of her head.

The sight before Naruto was like a scene from his fucking wet dreams. It was certainly a moment he truly wished would never come to an end.

But as he continued to gaze at her, he observed a gradual dimming of those lavender eyes, and a distant look began to take hold.

Her head craned more rapidly with every bob, intent on accommodating more of his member into her mouth. She seemed to smoothly spiral down his length with remarkable ease.

Additional saliva accumulated at the corners of her mouth, yet Hinata, deeply immersed in her trance, remained unresponsive, allowing the saliva to escape and trickle down her chin, forming bubbles underneath.

Some of the saliva even splattered onto the ground below.

Naruto chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, causing his spiky blonde bangs to sway, brushing against his headband and nose.

He snickered, 'Well, isn't that cute? The Hyuga's gone into another trance—sucking cock.' He pondered silently, giving in to his own trance, stealing a fleeting moment to admire Hinata below, much to his inadvertent lapse.

She appeared more vulnerable now, the shy façade she usually maintained replaced by a different side of her—one driven by an intense desire, a desperate longing to alleviate the inner ache that held her captive.

This was evident in her frenetic motions, as she eagerly sucked his cock with deep thrusts, plunging her head further with a tussle of it to relish the sensation of playfully teasing her gag reflex.

With each instance of the gagging sensation coursing through her body, each instance of his cock touching the back of her throat, her lavender eyes rolled, tears streamed down, and her parted lips stretched even wider into a gleeful smile as she retched.

At times, Hinata would even slide him out of her mouth to run her tongue along his length. Allowing his cock to rest against her face, the tip passing her head, she indulged in tonguing his veiny sides, absentmindedly tracing each vein with her tongue.

She even alternated between tasks, needingly giving every bit of him her attention.

Hinata extended her hand, firmly pumping at the base of his sopping wet shaft, using her lips and tongue to lap at his hefty balls below desperately.

Naruto's groans intensified as a series of quick tongue licks granted him heightened sensations, velvety lips tugging at the taut flesh of his sensitive testicles.

A warm, ecstatic feeling blossomed in the pit of his stomach, the taut skin of his balls, responding with a gentle sway under the delicate pressure of his pet's lips.

Hinata lavished attention on every inch of him, going over and beyond.

But ultimately, his cock found its way back into her mouth, returning to bask in her wet warmth.

Hinata's midnight blue hair billowed in the wind, with some strands adhering to her face, coated by the presence of saliva.

The top of her uniform and bra was pushed far up, her tie falling down between her voluptuous breasts which swayed gently against her torso, her nipples exposed.

It was the pert pinkness of her nipples that Naruto always found irresistible, his blue eyes appreciating the visual allure as they became fully erect in response to the wind.

He licked his lips.

Hinata's arousal was strong, and the observant blonde delinquent easily could tell, as the swift wind didn't hesitate to disclose the current state between her legs.

Love juices trickled down her thighs, her pussy puffed and glazed, craving to be touched, no, craving for a certain fat cock to pound it silly.

Her fingers involuntarily tightened around Naruto's thighs, as if fighting for control, resisting such overwhelming sensations.

The scent of her arousal lingered a fruity and sweet fragrance that intensified seemingly every second, wafting in the air and slipping into Naruto's nostrils, fueling his body, and keeping his cock fully erect.

Naruto smirked, a lewd smirk.

Oh, to have her father see her at this moment, to witness all the fun she was having.

Naruto shook his head again, snapping himself out of his own trance. However, he quickly grew disgusted with the realization that he had been caught up in admiring the stupid Hyuga.

'What the fuck.' He sneered in his head, reprimanding himself.

The blonde delinquent scoffed before he gave the hand he grasped Hinata's hair a rough shake, yanking it about, causing her head to rock wildly about.

His forceful tug jolted her out of the trance she had once again fallen into, bringing her back to reality but with a deeper blush along her cheeks and nose.

Naruto chastised her once more for losing herself again and for making him succumb to whatever shit that happened a second ago, by grabbing his cock by the base, slipping it out of her mouth to smack her in the face with it.

"Oi, Hyuga! You're making that hideous face again."

"Nhnn." Hinata whimpered, wincing with closed eyes as his hunk of flesh collided with her face with a wet plop.

"If you don't concentrate and continue taking it in properly, you'll fucking soil your uniform."

Naruto sneered, wrinkling his nose down at the sputtering woman below, "What are you a baby? Can't focus for more than two goddamn seconds?" He paused, his eyes drifting down to the amount of saliva that coated her face.

He scoffed, "Tsk. You're a joke, fucking can't even keep your spit in your mouth."

He smacked her face again with his cock, a raunchy reprimand.

"Mmmp!" Hinata let out another whimper, bracing for impact.

More saliva dripped along her flushed face, sullying it even further.

She opened her lavender eyes, fluttering those cute eyelashes of hers. Delicate and feathery, her lashes were long and dark, casting a gentle shadow on her cheeks with each blink.

"Moushiwake gozaimasen-!"

A scowl broke forth on the whiskered face of the blonde delinquent, his icy blue eyes shooting daggers down at her, "Oh please, don't be polite with me. You and I both know you are far from that." He acknowledged with a sneer.

"Who do you think you're fooling? Sucking cock, covered in saliva, with your tits hanging out of your shirt." Naruto chuckled, "Oh Hyuga, you are far from polite, a fucking whore if you ask me."

"G-Gomen! Please forgive me, N-Naruto-senpai." Hinata cowered, her legs quivering like jelly beneath her, an involuntary surrender to the overwhelming sensations she felt.

The only semblance of support that held her upright in that very moment came from the tight fist that clutched her disheveled hair, and her fingers that desperately gripped Naruto's thighs.

Her body felt like mere putty, as if every muscle had relinquished control—legs numb, unresponsive, and rendered powerless.

She was in a state of complete disarray, entangled in a chaotic mess. A desperate longing for pleasure emanated from every pore of her being, the throbbing desire palpable.

Hinata found herself, in that very moment, solely at the mercy of Naruto, whose dominance left her vulnerable and yearning for the release only he could provide.

Hinata bit her lip, her head angled upward to meet the intense gaze of the blonde miscreant towering over her.

"Please, I-I'm so..." She breathed shakily, her abdomen visibly heaving as she struggled with the words on her tongue, hesitant to disclose her true desires to the intimidating blonde.

"I-I'm just-"

"You're what?" Naruto was quick to spat, his voice laced with venom. He leaned down a little closer, to better hear the breathless nonsense that sputtered from Hinata's lips.

"Speak the fuck up, Hyuga. You know I don't like when you mumble."

"I-I'm just h-h-horny!" Hinata exclaimed, facing her fears. Her lips trembled, "I a-am so, so horny and I'm not thinking straight-"

"Tsk." Naruto scoffed, "What a shitty excuse. Is that all you can come up with to explain your incompetence? You were doing so well, Hyuga. Even impressed me a minute there."

Naruto flung his free hand up, snorting, "What the hell happened?"

Hinata chewed the inside of her jaw, nervous, "I w-well," She hesitated, moving her posture with a justle of her hips, her lavender skirt swaying in response, a hidden tactic to ease the ache in her groin.

But it was not enough.

In fact, the throb of her pussy worsened, and the yearning for stimulation beckoned.

She whimpered, glancing down toward the place between her thighs.

"My p-p-p-pussy-"

Naruto leaned in closer, "Your pussy?"

Hinata watched as the blonde cracked a grin at the mere mention of the lewd word, his blue eyes drifting down to the area currently hidden by her skirt—a part of her he's seen time and time again. He was, in fact, the very culprit that claimed her virginity in the first place.

Naruto huffed, raising an eyebrow, "What about your pussy, pet?"

It was at that moment when Hinata chose to confront her desires head-on, to express everything to Naruto, what her body yearned for, particularly what her pussy truly yearned for.

She faced her fears, opening her mouth to tell him just why her pussy was presently dripping its essence all over the ground beneath her, darkening the pavement.

"Your cock, senpai!" She exclaimed in tears, "My p-pussy wants your cock so badly it hurts!"

She clasped her hands before her, begging, "Please, Naruto-senpai, I can't wait any longer, I need you inside me. Please-!"

A deep, sinister chuckle shattered the air, emanating from the depths of darkness to tear through the crisp wind.

The sound erupted like a thunderclap, sending goosebumps racing across Hinata's entire body, creating an icy shiver that seemed to penetrate her very core, abruptly halting her words in their tracks.

Yet, despite the paralyzing effect, she couldn't deny the contradictory sensation her body felt—a tight, yet oddly pleasurable coil unfurling in the depths of her groin, merely causing more of her love juices to spill, making the sullied pool below her bigger.

Naruto released a sinister laugh, and Hinata observed as he lowered his legs, stealthily inching closer to her. His long black haori cascaded down, creating a pool on the ground beneath him.

Still grasping a handful of her hair, he abruptly pulled it, forcing her head to tilt back. Her neck arched painfully to support her head upward, exposing more of her flushed cheeks and soiled face.

Hinata yelped, but her yelp only grew louder as she was graced with a kinky slap across the cheek. Her cheek burned with an intense pain she found delightful, the knot in her stomach tightening.

Naruto narrowed his eyes down at his pet, admiring her in her most sullied state yet; one of her most beautiful forms in his opinion.

A wide grin spread across his face, reaching from ear to ear. He leaned forward, gently brushing his lips across her flushed cheek, leaving a tender kiss.

"How amusing."

Naruto guided his lips up to whisper by Hinata's ear, "What a needy little slut you've become, Hyuga. A mess that I constantly have to clean up."

He shrugged, "Not that I mind, therefore, if I were in your shoes, I'd appreciate having someone like me around that is willing to attend to your slutty needs."

"Y-Yes! Arigato, Naruto-senpai!!" Hinata exclaimed, expressing her appreciation through screams, "I-I am grateful to have someone like you, attend to a sl-slut like me."

Naruto smirked, "Good girl."

It was at that moment, Naruto reached down, with his free hand to dive underneath her skirt.

Hinata gasped when she felt thick fingers brush against her swollen pussy, a mere touch from him sending a strong jolt through her that almost made her stumble.

Her legs trembled.

His fingers deftly initiated a smooth glide along her sopping wet pussy, tracing a recurrent path from her tender opening to the heightened sensitivity of her clit in one swift motion.

Naruto exerted pressure on the damp and responsive flesh of stimulated nerves, utilizing the precise touch he knew would cause his pet to squirm, reducing her muscles to mush.

And as he anticipated, with a mere touch, Hinata succumbed, buckling in his grasp, prompting him to tighten his hold on her hair to keep her upright.

Naruto chuckled, "There, huh?"

Her velvety folds fluttered in happiness against his thick fingers, awakening and pulsing with vitality.

He used those fingers of his to swipe back and forth along her folds, repeatedly.

Hinata's eyes fluttered closed, moans flooding from her gaping mouth, as Naruto intensified the rhythm of his fingers against the flow of her love juices, skillfully exploring her delicate folds and manipulating the responsive nerves within.

It was a finely honed skill of his, the art of knowing precisely which buttons to press on her body to unravel her completely—a mastery that he wielded with precision. Yet, this expertise transcended mere physical touch; he played her like a fiddle, attuned to the intricate notes of her desires.

His awareness of her extended beyond the tactile, delving into the recesses of her mind, seemingly knowing her more deeply than she knew herself. Her body was an open book to Naruto, every curve and nuance familiar to him as if he knew it as well as the back of his hand.

Hinata was completely vulnerable to his control.

And Naruto was well aware of that.

At that very moment, he delivered the exact stimulation Hinata longed for, an intensity that truly turned her world inside out.

Due to Naruto's fondling, a bloom of pleasure instantly ignited inside her that transversed her entire body. From the space between her thighs, traversing her stomach, all the way to the crown of her head.

Everywhere.

But that wasn't the only thing that was ignited, a faint sound of moist flesh squelching about surfaced too.

"Ooh kami." Hinata moaned, a shaky moan.

Naruto grinned before playfully delivering a couple of smacks to her pussy, observing as his pet's legs hurriedly snapped close, jolts of pain coursing through her body.

He parted her thighs with his free hand, delivering another firm slap to her pussy, reveling the sound of her cries and the way her juices soared all over the place.

Naruto jolted back with a snicker, "Damn, look at that! You're fucking splashing all over me."

He laughed, a throaty laugh, "Heh, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually enjoy the times when I pull you out of class and bring you up here to play with you. You love being my filthy pet, eh?" Naruto snickered amusingly, peering at her through his blonde bangs.

"You enjoy being a mere cock sleeve for daddy?"

"Hai, hai! Daddy, I love it. I really do!"

Another pussy smack.

Hinata cried out.

Naruto snickered once more, "Well then, pet. If my cock is what you wanted," He shrugged, "why didn't you just ask for it nicely, hm? You know I have never denied you my cock."

He shook his head, moving up to plant another kiss on her cheek. He hummed against her flesh, "Never. Not from you."

"Please," Hinata begged, "May I have your c-cock, daddy?" Trembling, she lowered her hands to clutch the front of her skirt, just as Naruto released her hair to observe where her hands grasped.

She lifted her skirt high, allowing him to see her exposed pussy in all of its glory.

Naruto moaned in satisfaction at the sight, his head tilting to get a good look at her.

His hazy eyes trailed over the sight revealed between Hinata's thighs, marveling at it with a salivating mouth, and a throbbing cock.

Delicate pink folds were presented before him, luscious lips that framed the moist column where her well-used opening and love bud were situated.

The girl was completely shaved, without a single hair in sight. Her pussy glistened with an unmistakable sheen, the source of the sweet smell of arousal he's grown addicted to now exposed as a substantial pool of juices that trickled from her opening, splattering against the ground.

Naruto almost came right on the spot.

He cursed, his dick twitching in delight, "Goddamn, Hyuga. You're just begging to be fucked senseless, aren't you?" He chuckled, shaking his head, "Do you have a fucking death wish or something? Do you want to end up brain-dead?"

Hinata whimpered in response to Naruto's deliberate delay, clutching the fabric of her skirt tighter, "Come on, Naruto-senpai. I-I can't wait any longer," She pouted when he only laughed at her.

She wiggled about, throwing a tantrum.

"Please, don't be a jerk-kyahh!"

In that instant, she suddenly felt the firm grip of large hands enclosing her waist, effortlessly lifting her petite body from the ground.

Her body was unceremoniously hoisted up and tossed onto a solid bedrock of muscular hips, their collision resonating with a resounding thud that caused her breath to hitch.

Simultaneously, the inside of her thighs jolted with a sharp pain as they were forced open.

Large hands scrambled back to skillfully weave underneath her thighs, keeping them apart while pressing her pelvis against the warmth of a waist.

The fingers dug into her pale flesh with an insistent grip, leaving distinct fingerprint marks and bruises that Hinata knew she would have to conceal later with makeup.

But that didn't matter now.

Her arms flung upward out of instinct, her fingers finding purchase around a strong and well-defined neck, to keep her upright.

And all at once, Hinata was granted just what she wanted.

Naruto wasted no time, fueled by the fact that his pet had just called him a jerk.

Who was she to call him names? That was supposed to be his fucking thing.

He growled.

Hinata needs to learn her place, and he'll be the one to ensure she does.

Now that Hinata was propped up on his towering figure, he slid one hand downward, unclutching his hold on her right thigh to grab his cock. Without any warning, he plunged his fat rod into her pussy, syncing the penetration with a deep thrust of his hips.

Shockwaves rippled through Hinata's entire body, and she experienced an immediate release, her essence squirting out of her like a water hose.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in an instant, and her body convulsed in uncontrollable spasms while held in his grasp.

Hinata gripped the collar of Naruto's black haori tightly, whining in his ear, "O-Oh kami! I just came! Y-You m-made me cum!-"

"Not a jerk now, huh?" Naruto growled by her ear, "Tsk, I'll give you what you fucking want."

Surprising her, he wrapped his free hand around her thigh once more, sliding his calloused fingers beneath her skirt.

Clutching her buttocks, he pulled her closer with a jostle, keeping her perfectly still.

It was then, standing, Naruto effortlessly began to bring her body back and forth to meet the thrust of his hips, eliciting a pounding that turned Hinata inside out.

The rough thrusts she was given were unforgiving, each one robbing the air from her lungs, turning her face entirely crimson.

Her eyes rolled back, and palpable waves of sensation surged through her entire body. These visible tremors surged from the point of impact, starting at her bottom and rippling up her backside, creating a sensation that reverberated through every inch of her being.

Desperation gripped her as her arms scrambled over to clutch Naruto's neck once more, holding onto him for dear life. Her ears were filled solely with the echoes of her own screams and the resounding smacks of their hips colliding.

"Oh kami! Oh kami!! Oh kami!!!"

Hinata's screams were desperate as they erupted from deep within her throat, scratching and rattling against her windpipe, echoing to flood the entirety of the rooftops.

Naruto's cock filled her to the brim, stretching her walls out of place and making her fill all full inside.

His shaft demanded attention, penetrating deeply to reach every part of her: her G-spot, cervix, uterus, and even seemingly her belly button.

His cock like it was everywhere at once, delving deep into her, exploring areas she didn't even think were reachable, yet he was there, and the sensation that followed was pure ecstasy.

She felt so good.

This was just what she was yearning for.

The overwhelming pleasure Hinata experienced was beyond words, and in that moment, she found it challenging to keep up with the intensity of the sensations Naruto was pounding into her.

Her body wobbled to and fro in his tight grasp, her legs dangled in the air, and her toes curled inside her tennis shoes.

Tears of joy streamed down her face, her right ear vulnerable to Naruto's lips which drew whispers of possession, further asserting his claim over her body and soul.

He murmured countless "you're mine," like a mantra, repeatedly with each thrust, intensifying further with every climax she reached.

His groans took on a guttural, animalistic quality, and his words mirrored the same intensity.

He infused those two words with a touch more emotion, pouring forth sentiments that revealed a depth of heart and expression Hinata had never known Naruto was capable of.

It was so exhilarating.

It was merely that, which worsened Hinata's predicament.

Hinata would be lying if she said she hated these moments, being gripped tight, and pounded by Naruto's cock.

She'd be lying to herself if she claimed to dislike this time with Naruto—or any time spent with him, for that matter—even when they were both dressed, and any form of intimacy was completely out of consideration.

Hinata would be lying to herself if she denied that she wasn't, in fact, Naruto's pet—always thinking of him, constantly desiring to be in his presence, to hear his voice, to be under his control, and to have him play with her body.

Hinata knew that was wrong of her. She hated herself for feeling that way.

She was aware that she was making a mistake, recognizing her own foolishness and naivety for letting her heart and body become vulnerable to a man like Naruto.

Vile. Impulsive. Rude. Apathetic.

These were all attributes he possessed—qualities that should instill fear in her, compelling her to make a run for the hills.

But instead, it pulled her in closer, like a magnet, continuously drawing her closer.

Indeed, Hinata found herself in a precarious situation, but it wasn't solely Naruto who posed a problem—it was her heart.

The heart desired what it desired, and for some inexplicable reason, regardless of her efforts, she couldn't persuade her heart to release its hold on Naruto.

No matter what.

A joyful smile spread across her face, intermingling with the love expression that contorted her features in response to every rough thrust she received. Every one of them propelled her body forward, allowing her pussy to be explored by a thick, hungry cock that hungered for every inch of her, as if it sought to reach her very soul.

Hinata tightened her grip around Naruto's neck, surrendering to her emotions, much like she surrendered to the forbidden relationship they shared together in the shadows.

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DING!!

The resonant chime of the school bell echoed through the corridors of Konoha Academy. With the passage of first and second periods, the third-period bell now rang, marking the end of third-period classes.

For Hinata, that also meant the promise of lunchtime, a welcome break from the rigors of Calculus II.

She gathered her belongings as quickly as she could, exchanging smiles with her friends, Sakura, Ino, Temari, and TenTen, who were also emerging from the classroom, books in hand.

The schoolgirls, (including Hinata), donned the crisp and varied Konoha Academy uniforms.

Each girl expressed her personality through a unique color choice, with Hinata opting for a lavender skirt paired with a white buttoned-up blouse.

Other variations included Sakura in a pink skirt, Ino in a dark purple skirt, Temari in a black skirt, and TenTen in a plaid red skirt.

All uniforms maintained the same style, adorned with black ties and white tennis shoes.

Together, the group traversed the bustling halls, side by side, a vibrant burst of laughter and chatter accompanying their every step.

Sakura let out a cheer, pumping one fist in the air, "Yes! Finally, it's lunchtime! I'm starving!" She exclaimed in exaggeration, the eagerness in her voice mirrored by the rumbling of her stomach.

Ino let out a light giggle as she adjusted the strap of her purple backpack, ensuring it rested comfortably on her shoulders. With a rock of her body, she successfully straightened the bag on her back.

She then snapped her head over at Sakura, "Oh, I bet you're ready to eat, forehead. Just be careful, Sakura-chan, overeat, and you might end up with a figure that won't impress Sasuke-kun. You'll become fat like that forehead of yours." She chimed in with a sassy twist of her head, ready to seize the opportunity to tease the pink-haired schoolgirl.

Sakura gasped sharply, her pale features contorting in irritation, absolutely offended.

She turned her head sharply toward Ino, gritting her teeth, "What did you just say, Ino pig? You have some nerve." She spat, "Last I checked, I'm not the one desperately clinging onto Sasuke-kun, yearning for every bit of his attention like a lost puppy begging for scraps."

Sakura shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe try standing on your own for once, Ino-chan."

Ino scoffed, running her hands down the strands of her long ponytail. She gave it a flip, purposely causing it to smack Sakura in the face.

The pink-haired girl groaned, recoiling in surprise.

"Oh, please. We both know you're just jealous because Sasuke-kun enjoys my company more. I'm the top choice, and you know it."

It was Ino's turn to shrug her shoulders, "That's why your feathers get all ruffled whenever his name slips from my lips."

"Shut up, Ino pig!"

"Sasuke-kun! Ooh right there, Sasuke-kun!" Ino moaned playfully, teasing Sakura who now was seething red, cheeks clenched.

Her green eyes now shot daggers at Ino, unwavering and intense.

At that moment, Sakura appeared on the brink of exploding, a vein visibly popping against her forehead. The pink-haired woman sneered, clenching her fist tight.

"You bitch!"

"They're back at it again, aren't they?" Temari groaned, an indifferent groan, shaking her head.

Peering casually over the fan she fanned herself with, she directed her gaze toward the two rowdy schoolgirls on her right—Sakura and Ino.

The little dispute the two have over Sasuke, one stupid meaningless boy, was nothing new.

It truly remained as expected, but it always managed to evoke a sense of disgust from Temari. The perpetual nature of the same ole argument seemed to always grate on her nerves.

It's like the days were repeating.

Sasuke. Sasuke. Sasuke.

That's all Ino and Sakura ever talked about.

TenTen, on the other hand, was enjoying the show, giggling as she strolled beside Temari, "Oh don't be a buzzkill, Temari-chan. Let them fight! I wanna see how this ends!"

Temari growled in annoyance, swatting TenTen with her mini fan, causing the bun-haired girl to cower away with a yelp.

"Don't you condone this kind of behavior, TenTen-chan. Kami!" Temari exclaimed with a roll of her eyes.

TenTen rubbed the back of her head, "G-Gomen-h-hey!"

Temari swatted her with her fan once more, "Jeez, I swear, it seems the only other normal friend I have is my sweet cinnamon roll." The spunky blonde declared, shooting a glance over at Hinata to her left, who had been unusually silent throughout the entire time.

"Hinata-chan, you tell them. Aren't they all being ridiculous?"

Silence.

Temari's eyebrows furrowed.

Hinata seemed lost in thought, apparently not registering what was said to her, as she strolled through the halls alongside them.

Her head was turned away from her friends entirely, her gaze wandering to observe the bustling corridors, where other students hurried to their next classes or to grab lunch.

Her lavender eyes meticulously swept across the crowded hallways of uniformed teenagers, eagerly seeking out a particular hot-headed blonde, clad in black.

It was that very individual who had initiated another playtime with her only moments ago, creating a vivid memory that lingered in the corridors of her thoughts.

The school's rooftop.

His cigarette smell.

His husky voice.

His cock.

Naruto.

Hinata bit her lip.

"Hinata-chan? Did you hear me?"

Hinata gasped, jolting out of her reverie before turning toward the culprit who called her name.

Temari.

She turned her lavender eyes toward the blonde schoolgirl, her spiky hair fashioned into four distinct buns atop her head.

With elegance, she waved a handheld fan decorated with three purple dots before her face in one hand.

In the other, she carried a white school purse along her arm, swaying to and fro with each step.

Temari frowned, her teal eyes fixed on Hinata, "What's the matter, hun?"

"Oh," Hinata let forth a nervous laugh, bowing her head apologetically, "gomen, Temari-chan. I-I was just lost in thought, i-is all."

"Oh, that's quite alright," Temari gestured toward Sakura and Ino, still engaged in their ongoing Sasuke dispute.

The blonde schoolgirl made a playful gagging sound, "Ugh, those two are going at it again, arguing over who's best for Sasuke. It's such a pain to listen to, honestly."

"Oh, not again," Hinata groaned, chidingly.

Hinata stretched her neck a bit further to observe her two boisterous friends embroiled in a heated argument, involving pointed fingers, shoves, and extremely loud voices that echoed throughout the entire hallway.

Hinata pleaded, shaking her head, "Sakura-chan, Ino-chan, please don't fight."

Her gentle voice surfaced as a soothing presence amidst the tempest of anger between the two schoolgirls.

Hinata surveyed her surroundings, noting the many eyes fixed on them from fellow students within the hallway, accompanied by hushed whispers and giggles.

Hinata whimpered, "Please, you're making a scene, you two."

"But Ino pig started it!" Sakura pointed at the blonde's face, causing Ino to swat her hand away.

"Did not! I was just looking out for you; you're the one that had to go and take it personally."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

Hinata let out a deep sigh.

It was no use.

She turned back towards Temari, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She offered a hesitant shrug, "W-Well, I tried. I'm afraid they won't listen to me in that state, Temari-chan."

Hinata tilted her head, her midnight blue hair fluttering along in response, "You give it a try. They listen to you."

"Ugh, fine!" Temari groaned, "Just know that if I intervene, I'm sure as hell not going to be nice about it." She acknowledged with pursed lips.

"Well, anything that can put an end t-to their fighting is acceptable, I suppose," Hinata remarked with a giggle, bracing herself for what was to come.

Her lavender eyes shifted to her right to witness the show unfold, right where Sakura and Ino were located.

Temari shifted her attention over to the arguing pair as well, attempting to step in. And just as she warned, her approach differed significantly from Hinata's kind demeanor.

Hers entirely lacked any trace of politeness.

Temari rolled her eyes.

"Hey! Just shut the fuck up, you two! Honestly, I can give two shits about that insufferable Sasuke." She spat, "Find another topic to bitch and moan about, will ya?"

"Nani?" Sakura screeched, bewildered by Temari's response, offended once more.

"Sasuke-kun is not insufferable! You take that back!" Ino shouted, the target now on Temari's back from both Ino and Sakura, the two rowdy schoolgirls determined to protect Sasuke's honor and name.

The tension in the hallway escalated as the trio began to engage in an even bigger heated exchange, every word only adding fuel to the fire.

Hinata couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched her friends from the background.

Her friends were deep into their bickering and fighting, hurling insults that, to Hinata's surprise, were just too funny.

TenTen even joined in, escalating the confrontation with cheers like a cheerleader.

Hinata giggled once more.

Hinata has to admit that her friends were a peculiar bunch—sometimes hostile to one another, other times lovable. They were a school family that Hinata had never had before, and despite their quirks, she couldn't help but love them to pieces.

She smiled, observing her friends in their unfiltered essence as time ticked away, appreciating all that they were—the good and the bad.

A warmth welled up in her chest, and once again, Hinata found herself drifting into her thoughts, but instead of drooling over a certain blonde, she savored a moment to acknowledge the chaotic beauty of her precious friend circle.

However, just as she started to lose herself in contemplation again, she felt a subtle shift in the air.

It was a small disturbance, but it was enough to pull her attention back to reality.

Something touched her.

Now, it wasn't a subtle touch—not a mere tap on the shoulder or a casual bump against the side.

No.

At that moment, Hinata felt a large hand boldly reach out, its warmth penetrating beneath the fabric of her uniform's skirt.

The touch was more than a fleeting graze; it ventured daringly to grant her right asscheek an unexpected but quick grope.

The unmistakable sensation of coarse fingers squeezing the plumpness of her exposed right cheek which spilled out of the confines of her panties, sent an immediate shock through her system.

Her lower area, embraced only by lace panties, lay vulnerable beneath her skirt, susceptible to the bold hand that touched her.

The audacity of the very act was baffling, flustering her to no end.

The unexpected touch on her body, on her ass, unfolding within the public space of the school hallway, among her friends, sent an unexpected chill coursing through Hinata, rendering her momentarily stunned.

But the hand vanished before a gasp could surface from her lips, leaving her breath quickened, her hands scrambling to grip her skirt down, cupping it to cover her bottom more.

Out of instinct, Hinata whipped her head around to identify the culprit who had inappropriately groped her, her lavender eyes darting around the place.

And there he was.

Just as she knew.

Naruto.

His darkened blue eyes glanced ever so subtly at her as he conversed with another delinquent that wore his colors, headband fluttering about, black haori trailing behind him.

Amidst the lively chatter in the busy hallway, dominated by the presence of other students, Hinata could only hear Naruto's deep, husky voice.

Her attention was solely on him, her cheeks bearing a bright blush.

His blue eyes carried a mischievous glint, filled with a darkened desire known only to her. He consistently directed his gaze toward her direction, a naughty smirk playing on his scarred, whiskered face.

It was obvious what just happened here.

Naruto was definitely the one to blame; the one that groped her.

'Oh kami!' Hinata exclaimed in shock, her entire body warming up underneath her clothing.

She let out a squeak upon locking eyes with Naruto again, and in response, he offered a subtle lip bite, prompting her to whip her head forward in a frenzy.

Hyperventilating, she struggled to catch her breath, her mind grappling with the surreal nature of her situation.

The weight of Naruto's gaze lingered, creating a vulnerability that made every nerve in her body tingle.

Hinata could feel it. His eyes.

She could feel him. Towering over her.

His ravenous eyes bore into the back of her head, undressing her with their intense gaze.

She moved forward with legs like jelly, each step a delicate effort to maintain composure.

Hinata fought the strong urge to stumble about, her heartbeat resonating in her ears, threatening to pump out of her chest.

Hinata's breaths became shallow gasps, and the world around her blurred.

With Naruto's mere presence behind her, it felt like she was instantly reverted back to the submissive whore she once was on the rooftop—a doll that couldn't function properly without its master.

A doll waiting for its strings to be pulled.

Recovery remained elusive; calming her body now seemed damn near impossible.

'Did Naruto-senpai just grope me in public?' Hinata questioned in her head in a frenzy, confused as to why Naruto would do something so risky.

Indeed, in public, the two were practically strangers. They never engaged in conversation, never spotted anywhere near the other—hell, they never even exchanged glances.

Naruto forbade it himself.

Their interactions were confined to moments only behind closed doors—whether in school bathrooms, empty classrooms, on the school's rooftop, behind the school, or in his car. Whenever Naruto wanted something, anything, Hinata would attend to that need, but always in private.

Never in public. Never.

'So why? Why do such a thing now?' Hinata thought in shock.

In the sanctuary of her own mind, the distant laughter and chatter of her friends now seemed to fade in her ears.

At least, her friends didn't notice.

Hinata bit her lip.

A nagging suspicion lingered that Naruto's unexpected actions signaled an unsettling change—a change that didn't bode well with her, not well at all.

The sudden impulsiveness of Naruto's actions, the full extent behind them, and the deviation from their usual secret routine left Hinata extremely uneasy, the uncertainty casting a shadow over her thoughts.

She wasn't sure what Naruto was thinking—she never does.

Was Naruto merely toying with her? Was it all just a tease? A test? A ploy?

Hinata didn't know.

But she knew one thing...

She needed to get to the bottom of it, and fast, before their secret was blown.

Before everything goes to hell.

The midnight blue-haired girl put up a smirk, clutching the handles of her backpack firmly.

She had just the plan.

Hinata hummed.

'Two can play that game, Naruto-senpai,' She mused with a smirk, a newfound confidence coursing through her veins.

Regaining her composure, Hinata practically skipped down the hallway alongside her friends.

She maintained her cheerful demeanor even as she entered the cafeteria, unaware that dark blue eyes were keeping track of her every move. 

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End Of Part #1

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