Counting Flowers
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,629
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1
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Currently Reading:
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Counting Flowers
Counting Flowers
Hinata plunges him into her oral heat, blowing out her pent-up hot breath around him. He pulls at her hair in response, but she is unyielding in her pleasure giving, and lets him pull. Her fingers dig into his hips - namely to keep him from ending this too quickly, but also to feel powerful herself. He's always the one taking the lead, always giving her her pleasures and then. She shakes those thoughts away, she knows its inevitiable, but she needs to keep at the task at hand.
She sucks faster, harder, pulling at his sac. Her thoughts, instead of centering on him, start to wander like she didn't want them too. Her mind forms images of pink hair, green eyes, amazing strength. A name: Sakura Haruno.
The girl is or in more ways was a dear friend of Hinata's. They weren't all that close, but Hinata did like Sakura for being strong, beautiful and a great ninja. Hinata also hates the girl with nearly every fiber of her being. Sakura was the object of Naruto's affections, his first love perhaps. And the two were sleeping together, she knew, and Naruto knew that she knew.
Hinata sucks just a little harder, earning a surprised gasp from the blond above her. She tries shaking her thoughts away but the dreading time is approaching, Naruto will be leaving to Sakura in just a few moments. He'll relax with her laying against his chest for a minute or two, perhaps even grant her a kiss, and then he'll dress, grab a bouquet of flowers and leave her to a bed that is already cold.
"...ngh..." Naruto explodes in her mouth and Hinata feels pricks of tears forming. She drinks every last drop of him and starts licking his softening erection.
Sometimes she wishes she could tell him to stay, don't leave to Sakura, stay with me... forever. Sakura has so much more to offer to Naruto, but Hinata feels she is the better woman. She understands Naruto, she always has. She was the only one to see Naruto when everyone else saw Uchiha. Naruto is a fool not to stay with her. But she loves him.
She leaves the area between his legs and climbs up to show him how much she loves him. The kiss is fiery, passionate and tinged with her pain. She'll never understand why Naruto prefers Sakura, maybe the girl is good in bed - just another good trait of the pink-hair kunoichi. But deep in her heart she knows Naruto loves her. He tells her, and she believes his actions more than his words.
She sighs when they break apart and he smiles sweetly at her. His warm smile chases away the cold feeling. He hugs her quickly and just like always begins to dress. She sits with her back to the wall, knees drawn up and watches him stumble into his pants. She tries to not think of him leaving out the door and instead giggles that he's rebuttoning his shirt.
He turns to her finally and pecks her cheek once more before telling her loves her very much and she should be careful on her mission tomorrow. Hinata nods and he leaves.
She is left alone, in a bed that is already cold and looks over to her own bouquet of flowers withering.
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Author's Notes: This is the second version of this story. I shortened it because while I was in the process of editing it took a life of its own. Hope you liked it. Comments and/or suggestions are welcome.
Hinata plunges him into her oral heat, blowing out her pent-up hot breath around him. He pulls at her hair in response, but she is unyielding in her pleasure giving, and lets him pull. Her fingers dig into his hips - namely to keep him from ending this too quickly, but also to feel powerful herself. He's always the one taking the lead, always giving her her pleasures and then. She shakes those thoughts away, she knows its inevitiable, but she needs to keep at the task at hand.
She sucks faster, harder, pulling at his sac. Her thoughts, instead of centering on him, start to wander like she didn't want them too. Her mind forms images of pink hair, green eyes, amazing strength. A name: Sakura Haruno.
The girl is or in more ways was a dear friend of Hinata's. They weren't all that close, but Hinata did like Sakura for being strong, beautiful and a great ninja. Hinata also hates the girl with nearly every fiber of her being. Sakura was the object of Naruto's affections, his first love perhaps. And the two were sleeping together, she knew, and Naruto knew that she knew.
Hinata sucks just a little harder, earning a surprised gasp from the blond above her. She tries shaking her thoughts away but the dreading time is approaching, Naruto will be leaving to Sakura in just a few moments. He'll relax with her laying against his chest for a minute or two, perhaps even grant her a kiss, and then he'll dress, grab a bouquet of flowers and leave her to a bed that is already cold.
"...ngh..." Naruto explodes in her mouth and Hinata feels pricks of tears forming. She drinks every last drop of him and starts licking his softening erection.
Sometimes she wishes she could tell him to stay, don't leave to Sakura, stay with me... forever. Sakura has so much more to offer to Naruto, but Hinata feels she is the better woman. She understands Naruto, she always has. She was the only one to see Naruto when everyone else saw Uchiha. Naruto is a fool not to stay with her. But she loves him.
She leaves the area between his legs and climbs up to show him how much she loves him. The kiss is fiery, passionate and tinged with her pain. She'll never understand why Naruto prefers Sakura, maybe the girl is good in bed - just another good trait of the pink-hair kunoichi. But deep in her heart she knows Naruto loves her. He tells her, and she believes his actions more than his words.
She sighs when they break apart and he smiles sweetly at her. His warm smile chases away the cold feeling. He hugs her quickly and just like always begins to dress. She sits with her back to the wall, knees drawn up and watches him stumble into his pants. She tries to not think of him leaving out the door and instead giggles that he's rebuttoning his shirt.
He turns to her finally and pecks her cheek once more before telling her loves her very much and she should be careful on her mission tomorrow. Hinata nods and he leaves.
She is left alone, in a bed that is already cold and looks over to her own bouquet of flowers withering.
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Author's Notes: This is the second version of this story. I shortened it because while I was in the process of editing it took a life of its own. Hope you liked it. Comments and/or suggestions are welcome.