Lustful Fanfictions

"Honeymoon!" The word itself was enough to make Hinata's heart pound and a faint smile grace her lips. After their lively wedding, Naruto decided to take her to a quiet, secluded village, far from Konoha's bustle and the pile of missions. A whole month, just the two of them. Beautiful fantasies filled Hinata's mind during the journey, imagining the warmth and intimacy they would share.

The first night arrived at a simple yet comfortable inn. The cool night air slipped in through a slightly open window, carrying the scent of wild flowers. They had already cleaned themselves; now, they were alone in the room, lit by the soft glow of a lantern beside the bed.

Naruto approached Hinata, his steps slow, a gentle smile on his face—far from his usual spirited grin. His messy blond hair framed his blue eyes, which now seemed softer. Hinata stood there, clad in a delicate, slightly transparent lavender silk nightgown that subtly revealed her slender, graceful figure, her beautifully curved hips, and the full swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric.

"Hinata-chan," Naruto whispered, his voice deep and slightly hoarse, his strong hand reaching for Hinata's cold fingers. Their fingers intertwined, and Naruto's warmth immediately spread through Hinata's entire body.

"Naruto-kun," Hinata replied, her voice trembling slightly. Nervousness mixed with bubbling anticipation filled her. She could feel her cheeks flush, a familiar reaction whenever Naruto was this close.

Naruto slowly bent down, and their lips met in a first gentle, affectionate kiss. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but a deep one, full of promise, celebrating the beginning of everything. The faint scent of sake on Naruto's breath mingled with the fresh scent of the soap they had just used. Hinata felt the kiss deepen, Naruto's lips carefully tracing her lower lip, then her upper.

"Mmm..." Hinata softly sighed, responding to every movement. Her slender fingers slowly moved up to Naruto's neck, feeling the muscles there gently tense.

Naruto groaned softly between kisses, one hand circling Hinata's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were almost seamless. "You know," he whispered, his breath warm on Hinata's cheek, "I've dreamed of this for so long. More than Ichiraku ramen, really."

Hinata chuckled softly, her small laugh sounding melodious. "Me too, Naruto-kun. Much longer. Mmm... ahh." Her other hand now touched Naruto's hair, feeling the softness of his strands between her fingers.

Slowly, their kiss deepened, desire beginning to build. Naruto took a deep breath, his lips now moving more boldly, sucking Hinata's lips with greater intensity. Hinata responded with growing eagerness, her tongue gently dancing, seeking Naruto's.

"Ngh... Naruto-kun..." Hinata sighed again, her voice almost inaudible.

"So sweet, Hinata-chan..." Naruto murmured between kisses, his hands now beginning to move, gently caressing Hinata's hips beneath the silk of her gown. The sensation of his direct touch sent shivers down Hinata's spine.

Gently, they began to shed each other's clothes. Naruto's slightly trembling hands untied Hinata's nightgown. The soft fabric slid to the floor, revealing Hinata's slender, elegant body in the dim lantern light. Her full breasts, with pink nipples that were now hardening with arousal, were clearly visible. Her stomach was flat, her hips enticingly curved, and between her thighs, the soft folds of her pussy, with faint dark hairs, looked inviting. Naruto gasped. His eyes widened slightly, and Hinata could see his pupils dilate, his face flushing crimson. At that very moment, Naruto's cock stiffened, feeling hard and ready, pushing forward beneath his underwear.

"You're... so beautiful, Hinata-chan," Naruto whispered, his voice hoarse, filled with awe and the sudden passion that consumed him. His eyes gazed at every inch of Hinata's body, from her smooth shoulders to her long, slender legs.

Hinata blushed, crossing her arms slightly over her breasts, but her eyes never left Naruto as he began to remove his shirt. His arm muscles flexed as he pulled the fabric up, revealing his toned stomach and broad chest. Hinata swallowed, her heart pounding impatiently. She waited, hopeful, to see her husband fully. Naruto took a deep breath, discarding his last piece of clothing. His underwear fell to the floor, and now he stood naked before Hinata.

As Naruto stood fully before her, Hinata's smile faded slightly. She tried to hide it, but a sense of disappointment emerged nonetheless, piercing her heart like an ice needle. Her eyes fixated on Naruto's cock. It was... small. No, it was very small. Much smaller than she had imagined, or even smaller than her worst dreams. Her heart sank a little. Was this... would this be enough? Could this give her the happiness she yearned for? A vague emptiness already began to settle, even before any touch.

Naruto, too focused on his own desire and oblivious to the fleeting change in his wife's expression, took Hinata's hand. "Come on, darling," he whispered, his voice soft, gently pulling Hinata towards the bed.

Hinata steeled herself. She smiled, the best smile she could muster, despite the hidden sadness behind it. She didn't want to hurt Naruto's feelings. "Of course, Naruto-kun." She lay down on the bed, inviting Naruto with a gentle look in her eyes. Her body felt cold against the sheets. "I've been waiting for you," she said, her voice slightly forced to sound seductive.

Naruto returned her smile, then climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Hinata's open thighs. Carefully, he united with Hinata. Hinata felt the gentle touch of Naruto's cockhead brush her clitoris, then slowly slide into her pussy, already wet from anticipation, but also from cold sweat. It did feel small, but she tried hard to ignore it, focusing on the warmth and presence of Naruto now gently pressing down on her.

"Nnnghh..." Hinata softly sighed, trying to sound as if she was enjoying it, though inwardly she was a little anxious and trying to find the expected sensation. She bit her lower lip.

Naruto began to move slowly, trying to find a rhythm. "Are you okay, Hinata-chan?" he asked, his voice full of concern, gently stroking Hinata's cheek.

"Yes... yes, I'm fine, Naruto-kun," Hinata replied, closing her eyes tightly, trying to focus on the sensation. "Mmm... ahh... keep going..." She tried to feel every movement, every friction, hoping for a spark of passion to ignite within her, building from the inside. She gripped Naruto's shoulders tightly, her nails digging in slightly.

"Your movements are so gentle, Naruto-kun," Hinata whispered, trying to encourage him to be more passionate, seeking the arousal that wouldn't come.

Naruto groaned softly, "I just don't want to hurt you, darling. It's our first time."

A few moments passed. Naruto continued to move, and Hinata tried to adjust. She clutched the sheets beneath her hands, trying to build anticipation, pushing her hips up slightly, seeking deeper contact. "Ngh... faster, Naruto-kun?" she sighed again, almost pleading. Her lips trembled.

"Like this?" Naruto asked, moving his hips a little faster.

"Yes... ahh... mmm..." Hinata exhaled, trying to convince herself this would work. She closed her eyes, imagining intimate moments from romance novels she had read, hoping her body would respond. However, before she could feel the expected climax, or even reach a significant level of arousal, Naruto let out a long sigh.

"Ahh... Hinata-chan... I'm... I'm cumming..." Naruto breathed out a long sigh, and Hinata felt his body relax. Naruto's cock felt deflated and slowly slid out of her pussy, which still felt empty.

Hinata opened her eyes. She felt a piercing, cold, and dull disappointment. Not yet. She hadn't gotten there. She hadn't felt anything. A sigh of disappointment escaped her lips; she couldn't fully hold it back. "Ugh..." Her pussy still felt empty, void of the pleasure she sought. Her clitoris felt sensitive, but there was no peak.

Naruto looked at her, his face filled with relief and exhaustion, his eyes blinking slowly. "Sorry, Hinata-chan. I... I couldn't hold it in. It was too good."

Hinata smiled, her smile tasting a little bitter at the corners of her lips this time. She quickly covered her disappointment. "It's okay, Naruto-kun," she said, trying to reassure him, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead. "This... this is just our first night. We have plenty of time. Next time it will surely be better."

Naruto hugged her tightly, burying his face in Hinata's neck. "Thank you, Hinata-chan. You always understand. I love you."

"I love you too, Naruto-kun," Hinata whispered, trying to hold back the tears that welled up. That night, Hinata lay in Naruto's arms, trying to convince herself that this was just the beginning. Maybe tomorrow would be different. Maybe she just needed time to get used to it.

The following days of their honeymoon followed almost the same scenario. Every night, they tried again. Naruto would start with enthusiasm, kissing Hinata's neck, caressing her hips, "Hinata-chan, tonight will be different! I'll make you scream my name!" Hinata would smile and welcome him with hope, "I hope so, Naruto-kun. I want... ahh... I want to be with you." She would return every kiss and touch, trying to build a fire within herself. "Deeper, Naruto-kun! Mmm..."

But each time, after a few moments, even before Hinata could feel her clitoris throb or her pussy clench, Naruto would reach his climax. "Ahh! I'm cumming!" Naruto would shout, his body tensing, leaving Hinata with an unexpressed sense of emptiness and slight disappointment. Hinata always smiled, always spoke reassuring words, "It's okay, Naruto-kun, you were great," not wanting Naruto to feel bad. She didn't want to shatter her husband's happiness.

"How was your day, darling?" Naruto would ask in the morning, his face cheerful, his clear blue eyes unburdened.

"Fun, Naruto-kun. Very fun," Hinata would reply, her heart aching slightly. She would straighten her hair, hiding her disappointment behind a smile. "Shall we see another waterfall today?"

They explored the village, enjoyed local food, laughed, and shared stories about their childhoods. "Remember when we were little at the academy, Hinata-chan?" Naruto would ask, laughing, nudging Hinata's shoulder with his elbow. "You were always so shy and red like a tomato! But you always admired me." Hinata would chuckle, "Naruto-kun was always energetic and clumsy too!" She would retort, "But you always protected me, Naruto-kun."

Naruto was immensely happy, his eyes sparkling with genuine joy, and Hinata tried hard to show the same happiness, although there was a small burden in her heart. She observed how joyful Naruto was when they walked hand in hand, his large hand tightly gripping her small one, how he talked about his dreams for Konoha, about how he would become the best Hokage. Hinata didn't want to be selfish. Naruto's happiness was her priority. She loved his smile, and she would do anything to keep it.

One night, on their last day of honeymoon, as Naruto was sound asleep beside her, softly snoring, Hinata murmured quietly, her voice barely audible. "When... when will I be completely happy? When will it be my turn to feel satisfied?" Tears silently flowed down her cheeks, wetting the pillow beneath her head. She gently caressed Naruto's muscular arm, which was still tightly wrapped around her waist. "I love you so much, Naruto-kun... but..."

A month passed quickly. They returned to Konoha, bringing back memories of a beautiful honeymoon on the surface, but for Hinata, a question hung in the air. An unfulfilled hope. She knew she loved Naruto with all her heart, and she was sure Naruto loved her. But was love alone enough to fill this emptiness? As they walked back to their home in Konoha, Hinata tightly held Naruto's hand, trying to channel a little bit of remaining hope, wishing that one day, that perfect happiness would be hers too. Naruto, on the other hand, walked with a light step, whistling cheerfully, completely satisfied with his honeymoon.