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dayseternal-blog · 4 months

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Summary: Hinata meets her new neighbor in a very unconventional way.

Written for NaruHina Fair, NH Month 2023 Day 11: New neighbors - Thin walls.

Rated T.

"Proper Introductions" - Short One-shot (maybe part of a 2-shot?)

The next door unit at the end of the hall had been left vacant for so long, she thinks at first that all the thumping and yelling noises are happening right outside her own door.

Slightly afraid, she peeks through the door’s peephole, and…it’s some guys who might be around her own age…and they’re lugging boxes across the hallway and setting stuff down in front of that vacant unit.

A new neighbor! Or neighbors! She doesn’t know what to think. On whether to be happy or concerned. Despite the less-than-stellar living accommodations, she has at least been doing well with her neighbors on this floor. She recognizes and trusts her neighbors, even if they don’t really talk.

Tenants have come and gone from a few of the units over the past year, but for whatever reason, the unit next door has always been left vacant.

Until now.

Rather than go out there and be friendly to some guys she doesn’t know if she can trust, she tests that her door is locked, backs away, and returns to her dinner preparation for the next week.

The energetic yelling, the heavy thumping…she thought it would all become background noise.

It really sounds like it’s coming from her living room.

“This apartment really is crap! Check out his sink!”

She looks up from chopping carrots, attention at the wall where the vulgar speech is clearly coming through.

Her own sink is fine.

She returns to her chopping, but now her curiosity is piqued.

“Why did you agree to this shithole?” A different voice. Some laughter and agreements.

“His stove is a burner.” “The paint is peeling.” “You’ve got, like, one wall socket in the living room.”

“I can afford it, and it’s cheap!”

“How did you even find this place? I’ve been checking all the listings and I never saw this!”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you? The landlady’s my godfather’s friend. And yeah, the other units aren’t like this one. It’s actually a part…” Suddenly the voice gets muffled, and she can’t hear the rest of his sentence.

“Whaaaaaat??” Laughter. Scoffs of disbelief. “Is that even legal???”

Frowning with bafflement, she dumps the carrots in the pot. Grabs a potato, washes it, and starts peeling.

The masculine conversation turns to the furniture and what’s going where, and she continues peeling potatoes.

About twenty minutes later, she’s got all the vegetables and chicken boiling in the pot, the curry blocks are melting, and her stove’s vent is noisily fanning out some of the heavy aroma.

She’s settling into her old couch when she hears the grunts of exertion and occasional discussion become something else entirely, tearing her attention off her phone to the wall.

“AGH, FUCK! Oh, shit! Shit! Naruto!!”

“Wha-, AH-”

A huuuge thunking, breaking sound.

And the top half of a shelving unit of some sort.

Is sticking through her wall. Their wall.

That was apparently hardly a wall.

Utterly shocked and uncertain, she stands, and voices fill the air again.

“Oh shiiiiiiiiit.”

“Ugh. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Oh fuuuuuuuck.”

She's never heard so many swear words so frequently as today, but concern has her taking a deep breath for courage. In the few paces it takes to get to the wall, she manages to ask the hole, “Are you okay?”

Deathly silence.

“Um.” She tiptoes to try to look through the hole, and just at that moment, the “wall” crumbles some more, the weight of the bookshelf too much.

Pieces of “wall” fall to the ground, and she finds herself standing in front of the group of boys. Guys. Young men? One is holding his shoulder and arm. Another is holding his foot. The others have their mouths gaping open in shock and maybe even amusement.

She stands there, taking in their interesting expressions, recognizing for herself how ridiculous this situation is.

“Oh, man.” The rather tall, blond guy who had been cradling his arm looks like he wants the earth to swallow him up. “I am so sorry. I’ll fix it. I swear. I’m so, so sorry.” Hands gesturing spastically, he’s the most apologetic person she’s ever seen in her life.

“Oh, it’s okay-”

“I’m really so sorry.” He bows so deeply, all his friends begin copying him.

She’s never had so many people apologizing to her all at once before. Pulling her eyes off the incredible sight of all these tall guys bowing to her, she quickly decides to pass the uncomfortable attention off of her. “It’s, um, the wall’s fault. I didn’t know it was so thin. It shouldn’t have broken so easily.” So really, this isn't his fault, but rather, the apartment complex's.

The blond one stands straight, obvious stress still lining his features. “Ah, yeah-”

“I should call Senju-san-”

“No, don’t!” He has his hands out to stop her, nearly lunging over his fallen shelf and the pieces of wall between them. “Please, don’t call her, please!”

The begging has her take pause, and she recalls him talking to his friends about his personal connection with their landlady.

“She’ll kick me out if she hears about this! She’ll end me for sure! Please, please don’t tell her.” He’s bowing repeatedly and has the most kicked puppy, begging expression she’s ever seen in her life, and she feels bad that he feels this bad.

She’s never had anyone groveling this much to her before. “Okay, okay, I understand, I won’t tell her,” she soothes, and it’s such a relief to see him relieved.

“Thank you, you’re the best. I have such a nice neighbor!” he gushes in such a sincere tone that it feels like an exaggeration.

His friends apologize and thank her repeatedly in turn, and just to get them to stop, she runs away to retrieve a broom, dustpan, and trash bags.

They insist on doing all the cleanup, so she pretends to be busy in her kitchen as they go back and forth in and out of her living room, and before long, it’s just them and a giant hole between the two units.

“Excuse me.” That blond guy’s voice draws her attention up from her phone. He gives her a meek smile from his side of the hole. “I’ll try to get this fixed up as soon as I can… I don’t have the money for this right now, but-”

“I’ll help since it’s partially my fault!” The brown-haired guy who looked like he might've hurt his foot raises his hand.

“Oh, okay.” She nods her head, feeling the awkward tension still palpable in the air. She decides to brave it and venture closer. She steps out of the kitchen toward their shared wall.

They cleaned up really well.

She passes her scrutiny along the edges of the cracked wall, raises a finger, and feels the material. “Walls are supposed to have framing, right?” There’s none here. She’s not quite sure, but this wall might only be stiff, thick foamboard.

“You should tell her.” A guy with long black hair tied into a ponytail has his hands on his hips, looking at the blond one pointedly.

She turns a confused look at him.

Her new neighbor sighs heavily. “Umm, well, to be honest… My unit is supposed to be a part of yours.”

She turns this piece of information over in her head, and despite the cautious and meek look on her neighbor’s face, she’s not angry or disturbed. Instead, she feels interested, almost amused. “What? Really?” she asks, genuinely curious. “Why?” She ventures another step forward, and they make way for her to peek into his unit.

“Uhh…” he intones.

She spots the burner stove on a counter that looks like her kitchen counters.

“I’m not sure why. I’ll ask my godfather. He’s the landlady’s friend.”

She gapes at a toilet tucked in a corner of the room and one simple sink.

It’s like her living room and kitchen were supposed to be twice as big. Instead, this area got cut in half. His door should be her door. Instead, it seems like her door was cut somewhere it's not supposed to be. That closet next to his door should be hers...

“When you get a good deal, you don’t ask questions, you know?”

She knew her unit was cheaper than others. She didn’t ask why. “Yes, I know what you mean...” She certainly understands now.

“Ahh, I didn’t get to introduce myself.”

She blinks up at him, realizing that they completely skipped over introductions in all the chaos.

“My name is Uzumaki Naruto.” He bows and straightens. “I’m 22 years old and just graduated from the University of Konoha. I’m starting work at Representative Hatake Kakashi’s office next Monday. I swear I won't be a bother to you anymore.”

She bows. “It’s nice to meet you.” She offers him a small smile. “My name is Hyuuga Hinata. I’m also 22 years old, but I graduated last year from Biwako Women’s College. I work with Konoha Tourism Authority. I hope to get along with you.”

He gives her an impressed look that she shies away from and without letting her stew in her awkward feelings, he rapidly introduces his friends to her in a blur of names, schools, and jobs. A cry of “The smell of her curry is making me die! You promised to feed us if we helped you move!” and, before she can even offer them any, Naruto and company practically run out the door, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She stares at the massive hole in the wall.

She honestly has no idea how they're going to fix it.

After checking how much longer she still has to cook the curry, she settles back into her couch to finally relax, but her thoughts quickly return to her new neighbor.

Well, rather than a new neighbor... Nerves race up her legs, and a blush heats her face.

She thinks it might be more accurate to say she just gained a new housemate.

A housemate who's...a man!

#thank you for reading!#nhmonth2023 #naruhina fanfiction #hinata is a shy cinnamon roll here #“cookies” because I can only write small things

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aneclecticone · 1 month

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I’ve finally finished and posted the full drabble. Enjoy :)

To Come Home

It’s A night not unlike any other night, in his building tenure as leader of the village hidden in the leaves. Too late to be respectable for anyone other than someone in his position (and even then not truly respectable).

Naruto unlocks the door and turns the knob to enter into his home. He knows without having to sense it that his family is asleep. Still, he whispers a light ‘tadaima’, and forces himself to keep the yearning in his heart at bay. He toes off his sandals and looks to the staircase just beyond the genkan. He hesitates as he takes the few steps needed to stand at the foot of it. The thought of being a stranger in his own home crosses his mind for the splittest of seconds before he tamps it down with a fury.

He’s come leaps and bounds from where he was years ago after all. Has learned to prioritize. Come to the thick headed realization that his family, the family he built for himself, shouldn’t have to sacrifice or be sacrificed for a mantle he himself decided to take up. That they never should have felt like they weren’t first in his heart.

Continue to read here:

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arunikas · 1 year

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I commissioned this art for my fic 💗

If you guys have Twitter account, please go to @akseyii and hit her follow button! She's super talented and her NH art are sooo gorgeous!!!!! 😆❤️

#naruhina fanfiction #blank period #post war au #naruhina fanart #hyuuga hinata #uzumaki naruto

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a-girl-must-have-a-new-name · 13 days

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All of the Times Naruto Knew She Danced and the One Time He Didn't

Part Four

The fourth time was after the couple moved in together. While he had noticed Hinata dancing in the apartment from time to time, it was more of an unconscious movement. Hinata gliding and turning elegantly around the apartment came as simply and naturally as breathing.

No, whatever this type of dance was, was very… consciousable. If that was even a word. Naruto thought to himself, as he watched Hinata push their couch up against a wall, while Kiba lifted the dining table up over his head and casually walked past Naruto. A stupid smirk on his face as he plopped the table onto the couple’s bed.

“Excuse me, Naruto, where can I put this?” Naruto jumped from the close proximity of Shino. Turning his head slightly away from the man. In order to avoid being cheek to cheek, Naruto felt a vein throbbing and his annoyance rising. Before Naruto could even figure out a nice way to tell Shino exactly where he could put his tv. Hinata’s sweet melodic voice crashed over him, calming Naruto.

“Shino-kun please bring the tv this way.”

Shino nodded as he moved around Naruto. Plopping the tv onto the coffee table that Kiba had also commandeered and moved towards the opposite wall. Naruto watched from his safe spot in the kitchen as team eight continued to rearrange the apartment.

It was Tuesday night, and like his standing sparring session with Hinata, it seemed team eight had a routine all of their own. Hinata had asked Naruto a few nights ago if he would mind if the boys came over.( It was her week to host the event.) Naruto was quick to remind her that this was her apartment now too, and she could do whatever she wanted. Hinata beamed and kissed him on the cheek. Promising him that they wouldn’t cause too much of a disturbance as she began to give detail of the night. Still focusing on the warmth of her lips, Naruto grabbed her. Effectively cutting her off and preventing her from moving away, as he pulled both of them onto the couch. The rest of the conversation was quickly forgotten.

But now, as he watched Kiba and Shino begin to stretch in his small apartment he thought maybe he should have listened a little more thoroughly. Surely they weren’t about to spar in here right? Looking over the small apartment he realized how cramped they all truly were. So much so that Akamaru was also banished to the kitchen as it was the only space left for the dog. Just as he was about to let his concerns be known Kiba turned the tv on and flipped to a station that played music videos.

“Guys they’re on!” The gasp of excitement that came from Hinata, was way too adorable as she scrambled up from the floor crowding the tv with her other two members. However, once he saw what was happening in front of him Naruto almost choked on the cup of ramen he had made. As the music video was starting Kiba, Shino, and Hinata all three got into their places and as the members of the boybands began to move, so did each member of team eight.

Naruto could only think to cover his mouth as Shino started the dance by slowly walking out towards the middle of what was now apparent their makeshift “stage” and posed for just a moment before the music went into an upbeat tempo and suddenly Shino was moving. Arm for arm. Leg for leg, Shino matched the choreography perfectly. Then suddenly Shino and Kiba switched places as Kiba and his designated dancer took center stage. Both were powerhouses as they swung their bodies in all different directions and did hand movements. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought Kiba was going through hand signals for a jutsu.

Suddenly the chorus of the song rose and with it the three team members in complete sync did the full routine together. It was quite silly to see these three moving forward towards the tv arms wiggling before all skipping backwards, arms windmilling behind them. On and on they kept going, as a new member would perform a solo so would one of team eight. It was only as the final beat of the chorus ended and the team in front of him hit their final poses that Naruto finally couldn’t contain it anymore and let out a chuckle.

Three pairs of eyes (Four if he was counting Akamaru) turned to him. A smile on Hinata’s face, while Kiba looked unimpressed and Shino, well he really couldn’t tell what Shino was thinking.

“Got a problem, buddy?” Kiba demanded, still in his final pose. That caused Naruto to outright laugh. Clutching his stomach as he did so.

“I’m sorry-I really am not trying to be rude, I just didn’t expect that!”

“Why not? Routine dances are a good form of exercise and a valuable training tool.” Shino spoke up as the group moved out of their pose to face Naruto.

“Training tool?” Naruto’s interest peaked as the three nodded vigorously.

“Come join us, Naruto-kun!” Hinata urged, suddenly excited over the idea.

“I don’t know Hinata I-

“Please!” she begged, her eye’s big and wide with hope. Naruto couldn’t deny her. With a resigned sigh he made his way over to the three, choosing to ignore the sound Akamaru made as he passed (which sounded suspiciously like a laugh.) Once he was in front of the tv. Hinata very seriously began to explain.

“When on the field you need to be able to assess a situation in a moment's notice. Correct?”

“Correct.”

“ So you must be able to adapt quickly and move almost without thinking in order to counter an attack.”

“Yes?”

“So here’s what you are going to do. Whatever song comes up next, you are going to pick a person to focus on. You’ll have a few seconds to figure out how they move and then you are going to copy their movements to the best of your ability. The goal is to be able to calculate your opponent or in this case your dancer’s moves almost before they even know what they will do. Ok, Naruto-kun?” Suddenly this didn’t seem nearly as silly as it had been a few seconds ago. It actually did sound like serious and useful training. Excitement pumped through Naruto’s veins as he moved to the front of the tv.

“Yeah! Let’s do this!” Naruto shouted, hyper focused, and ready to take on whatever came his way.

“Wait, what?” Naruto fumbled as the very next video was a girl group. He looked at all of the girls in the video, a very different concept from the fast paced energetic one that had previously played on the screen. Maybe he could try the next video.

“Quickly, Naruto-kun, get in position!” Hinata exclaimed. Naruto jumped, nodding as he quickly scanned the girl group and made to move to the center spot.

“No way! That's my spot!” Kiba barked as he yanked Naruto behind him. Naruto was about to strangle the man but the music had already started. Giving Kiba one last glare he moved into the same starting pose as the girl standing behind Kiba’s. Naruto had less than a second to question what he was even doing before the girls started to move.

If anyone outside of his living room had asked him how he did, he would have said it was a piece of cake. However, the truth of it was a very different story entirely. The poor man stumbled around for what felt like the longest four minutes of his life. At some point he just stood rigidly still, only offering late hand gestures. It took Hinata’s encouragement for him to keep going, and so he powered through running in tempo to his positions, swaying and moving his body, most notably his hips, in ways he was not all that used to. A fact that Kiba felt the need to yell out from across the room.

“For someone who used to change into a sexy babe for fun, you sure have no feminine grace about you!” Kiba mocked as he himself shimmied slowly towards the ground before moving back up and jutting a hip out. The jab was the insult it seemed Naruto needed to up his own ante.

“Fuck off Kiba! I’ve got twice the feminine grace you do!” Naruto shouted as he aggressively snapped his fingers to the beat. Determined to prove himself, Naruto brought his arms in toward his chest before throwing them up towards the ceiling. From there Naruto rotated his wrist as seductively as possible. Grinning to himself in victory when he caught Hinata blushing as she unabashedly watched the movement . Feeling encouraged and storing that information away for later, Naruto hit every move after it was only when the video ended that he allowed himself to drop to the floor gasping for air.

“How..huff..was..that?!” Naruto gasped out as he laid on the floor.

“Terrific Naruto-kun!” Hinata beamed at him giving him a thumbs up.

“Very promising. Why? Because even though you have no rhythm, you have the will to work hard.” Shino murmured.

“I’ve seen better.” Kiba huffed as he turned his head away. Naruto ignored the other two ‘s comments and jabs as he smiled up at Hinata as she bent over him smiling radiantly as she offered her hand. Naruto took it without hesitation as he got up.

The rest of the night was spent much of the same. New groups came on and Naruto would dance. Some groups were better than others and at least three videos from that first male group played throughout the night and judging by the excitement on team eight’s face as they danced, it seemed they were a crowd favorite. Though as the videos kept playing Naruto had to admit the girl group was his favorite and when by pure luck the first song he’d danced to came back on a second time Naruto made sure he hit every move. It was one of the best workouts of his life. So much so that as the group began rearranging the apartment back into it’s usual state. Naruto confessed his enjoyment and said he’d like to mention this to all of the teams and maybe have a large group training exercise.

At that Kiba burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he bellowed. Shino feigned a coughing fit though Naruto noted the grin he was trying to hide, while Hinata looked mortified.

“What’s wrong?”

“You-You really thought we were training?!” Kiba gasped out in between laughs.

“Kiba!” Hinata admonished her long time friend before taking Naruto’s hand.

“Naruto-kun, I must apologize, we might not have been entirely truthful. This isn’t a training session, this is just a… Fun session…”

“A fun session?”

“A hobby.”

“So you guys just meet up every week to dance?”

“Not every week. Why? Because some weeks we do karaoke.” Naruto whipped his head around to look at Shino who had calmed down enough to speak. Naruto gave him a hard look trying to decide if he was tricking him again. The image of Shino standing in front of a crowd singing seemed even more ridiculous than the idea of him dancing. He turned back to Hinata as she stood fidgeting, a look of shame on her face.

“We just wanted to include you, but didn’t want you to think it was silly!” Hinata said earnestly which melted any indignation Naruto might have felt away. Coming up to her he pulled her into a big hug.

“It’s okay Hinata! I probably wouldn’t have joined in as willingly had you not spun it as training. But I really enjoyed it!” Naruto knew an innocent prank when he saw one. And while he was annoyed that he let Shino and Kiba get the best of him, he couldn’t be prouder of Hinata for keeping a straight face as long as she did.

In fact, the thought of Hinata pranking him kinda turned him on. So without hesitation he brought his head down and captured her lips using the surprised gasp from her to the fullest extent as he deepened the kiss. Ignoring the cries of disgust from their two friends Naruto pulled her closer and felt victory and satisfaction when he felt Hinata’s hands gently tugging at his hair and the telltale sound of his door slamming shut as the rest of team eight fled.

The door alerted Hinata to pull away just enough so that she could look him in the eyes as a giggle of their own erupted out of the two of them. Pulling her towards their bedroom. A mischievous grin spread across his face.

“Come on Hinata, it's time for us to have a fun session of our own!”

“N-Naruto!” Hinata gasped but quickly followed the man into their bedroom. Clothes being chucked as they go. It was much closer towards morning when Hinata and Naruto had finally settled down into bed intending to get at least a few hours of sleep. As they cuddled into each other Naruto thought back on Hinata’s dancing that night. Every time he thought he had Hinata figured out. Every time he thought he had her every step, every pattern, every movement memorized deep in his soul, she would surprise him. Naruto squeezed her tightly, daring to break the silence one final time.

“You know, I still think we should make it a big group training session. Maybe not on a Tuesday night though, maybe on a weekend.” Naruto pondered out loud.

“Sure, Naruto-Kun. I think that would be fun.” Hinata murmured groggily as she nestled even further into his warmth.

“Yeah definitely not Tuesday nights, keep those for team eight.”

“That would be nice.” Hinata replied with a yawn.

“I would still be allowed to come though-right?” Naruto asked thoughtfully.

“Of course, love” Hinata gave him the most earnest bleary eyed smile as she pulled the covers up tighter around them, her eyes drifting shut.

“Awesome! Because if you're so sexy when you dance I can only imagine how sexy it will be to hear you sing!” Naruto quipped as he kissed her cheek goodnight and quickly fell asleep.

“Thank you, Naru- Wait what?!” Hinata’s eyes shot open as she bolted up, leaning on her elbow to look at her boyfriend who was snoring rather loudly, a suspicious grin twitching at the corners of his mouth.

“Naruto-kun!” Hinata tried again, as she shook the “slumbering blonde” but all she was meet with was another playful snore.

#naruto fanfiction #naruhina #naruhina fanfiction #hinata hyuga #naruto fandom #naruto uzumaki #naruto x hinata #naruhina fic #naruto x hinata fanfic #team eight #kiba inuzuka #shino aburame #team eight shenanigans #team kurenai

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kilandra-mordea · 20 days

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When We Were You - Chapter 3 is up!

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ohhipstaplease · 11 months

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"Hey, you okay? You're all red and splotchy."

"Mhmm," she nodded unconvincingly.

"I know that look," He grinned, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "You were thinking about something dirty, weren't you?"

"No..."

"And it was about me," he said teasingly.

Chapter 56 of Strawberry Sugar is now live

FFN | Ao3 | Wattpad

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anaharae-s · 3 months

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Nome da fanfic: Game Night

Autora: Anaharae

Designer: @anaharae-s

Fanart por @kankuroplease

『copyright』: All fanarts used on the covers are with the permission of the artists. Never use covers without written permission from the artist and ask for permission by message. The covers on my profile are non-profit, all editing work is free and done for fun.

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kiryoutann · 4 months

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i think the link is broken. but here, i fixed it:

Sing For You

SUMMARY:

Naruto and Hinata signed up for an entertainment agency, hoping to solve or just running from their lives issues. But there, they find another problem with their hearts!

TRAILER:

SECOND TRAILER — WATCH HERE. (MAJOR SPOILER ALERT!)

READ ON TWITTER.

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bornonthebreakofdawn · 1 year

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To my moots following #TheDILFThread (especially to the founders), rejoice!

WaterRolls just dropped a new story!

Happy Anniversary to this thread! 😁

@chloelapomme @your-internetfriend

#naruto #hinata #naruhina #boruto #happy anniversary to the dilf thread! ❤️❤️❤️#the dilf thread that will never die #the dilf thread continues #the dilf thread #still the best Easter weekend we had 2 years ago 😁#naruhina fanfiction #naruhina fanfic #WaterRolls

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eliphya · 7 months

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I don't know whether there are still followers amongst you who remember me actually publishing the things I write. If yes, I wrote some NaruHina again so in case you're interested you can check it out.

#naruhina #naruhina fanfiction #a tale

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bunny-hoodlum · 17 days

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A Girl Should Never Be Without a Father - CH 2

Rated E

NaruHina | Older Man/Younger Woman

It's not getting any lighter or softer. Go figure. 🤭

#naruhina #naruhina fanfiction #smut fic #dilf naruto #older man younger woman #ao3 link

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dayseternal-blog · 5 months

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Summary: Dates at home solidify their love.

Initially drafted for NH Week 2021 Day 1 Prompts: First Time / Blank Period / Innocent. Completed and posted for NaruHina Fair, NH Month 2023 Day 3 Prompt: Cuddles.

Rated E for smut.

"Cuddles" - Short One-shot

Everything in the entire world is quiet and fluffy, as if the clouds of dusk stole through his window, surrounding him while he slept.

His fiancée is cuddled up into his side, molded perfectly to him…

Through sleep-worn, bleary eyes, he manages to regard her dozing form, defenseless and without care. Her eyes closed to the worries outside of his room, her smaller hand curled on his chest, her soft breasts squishing up against his side.

His focus caresses the outlines of her body, visible along her clothing, and…

She was bathed in light and wearing next to nothing.

Heaviness clutches at his groin, memories of something that never happened flash beneath his eyelids.

A dream? His dream from just now?

He grimaces as blood rushes low, and he can remember how she stood in his room wearing something white and very sheer, who cares that he’s never seen her wear anything like that before, but she was, the roundness of every part of her--deep cleavage, dark nipples, flaring hips, soft thighs--teasing him, pleasing him, and she shyly smiled with her lips parted just so .

Tingles scritch along his fingers, his toes, his dick, and he fidgets as he realizes he’s quickly sporting a problem. Instinctively, his arm wraps over her shoulder to hold her body closer to his, his pelvis tilting sideways to rub against her. Restless hands smooth over the dip of her waist to the slope of her lower back, and he closes his eyes as a kind of bliss washes through him.

They’ve been getting sort of...really excited around each other recently, like this afternoon before they fell asleep, but it doesn’t feel like he’s been “holding himself back” or “rushing things.” They have been taking each step of their relationship in stride together, treating the meeting of lips and air and tongues as something new and different, the emotions running thick through their bodies as something to be enjoyed and explored.

He hasn’t had a perverted dream like this since he was maybe 14.

And back then, it wasn’t Hinata.

Back then, his dreams were raunchier, his clothes suddenly disappearing, dark rooms, tangled bodies with a face he couldn’t remember and all that.

Nothing so...angelic? Innocent? Leaving him wanting more? So...Hinata?

He squeezes her to him, inhaling deeply, carefully and slowly humping at her stomach, and his breath turns heavy with desire. His mouth feels dry as he imagines hugging her like that, naked beneath a little slip of silky cloth, her eyes inviting him to touch and know .

“Naruto-kun?” Her drowsy voice halts his movement, but his piece strains out for more of her comfort, and he knows she feels it twitching.

“Hinata...,” he answers lowly, and he can’t stop his body from twisting a bit against her, his senses desperate for any tiny bit of relief.

Her face buries into his shoulder, her arm tightening over his width, her boobs and stomach and legs rubbing on him.

Abs contracting, he stiffens against her snuggling, and now he’s awake enough to finally realize that he’s full-on horny, ready to continue what they were doing almost an hour ago now that she’s awake.

“You’re hard,” she murmurs.

At her vocal noticing, he doesn’t stop himself from humping a little against her, encouraging her to understand exactly how hard he is. “Yeah.”

She leans away to peek up at him through long lashes, a blush spreading above her shy smile, a good sign. “How come?”

“How come?” he repeats, just to see her blush darken to a satisfying rose.

“Yeah, I was just sleeping here...we weren’t doing anything,” she quietly explains.

“I have you in my bed, sleeping on me!” He repeats her words with a squeezing cuddle, and she giggles, everything about her curvy form and happy voice easily turning him on, keeping him excited.

He looks down, she looks up, her dazy eyes meeting his own, her lips parting into that perfect invitation.

He wants to kiss her so badly, but he also wants to see her reaction to the fact that… “I also had a dream.”

Her eyes widen. “...a dream...?”

“Yeah, about you,” he murmurs, humping at her in emphasis.

“Naruto-kuun…” she quietly whines, her face pushing once more against his shoulder.

He could’ve guessed that she’d be really embarrassed, and he feels just the teensiest smidgen of guilt. “It wasn’t that bad. I didn’t even touch you in the dream.”

She untucks her face, confusion apparent in the slope of her brows.

Unconsciously, his hand squeezes at her hip, his voice dropping lower. “You were wearing a dress that was whitish...and see-through.”

She squirms in embarrassment against him, her arm over him tightening, and another rush of attraction jolts through his cock.

“You were standing right there, by my bed.”

She hums a kind of sound, squeezing and pushing her pink face into his shoulder as if to hide.

Shifting up more onto his side, his chest receives her embarrassment instead, and he embraces her into him, eyes closing, senses honing in on the soft swells of her body. “You’re so sexy, Hinata,” he mumbles.

One moment he feels her face turning up to him, the next, her plush kisses are blanking out his brain. Her tongue gently caresses his own, and he can taste every little whimper and gasp of affection, warm and sweet.

She likes kissing him. It’s obvious in the way she sounds and feels, enticing him to relish her soft solidity and find that deeper part of her that calls him in.

To come closer.

To discover more.

To massage, pinch, and taste when her blouse and bra drop to the floor, when she’s arching up for him as airy vowels leave her lips.

She sounds like sex. Or what he at least imagines sex sounding like. He remembers earlier last week, when she first bared her boobs for him, and when he first sucked on her nipple, he thought he hurt her.

She had to tell him that she felt good.

That piece of knowledge blew his mind.

Reading her scrunching up brows, the flush of her cheeks, the strange sounds that now ignite his libido. Every “date” they’ve had at his place to avoid the crowds of fans, they’ve grown undeniably closer, physically closer, and for the past week, she’s been letting him play with her jiggly shapes and make out with her for who knows how long until she gets tired and his erection starts to calm.

Just like earlier today.

But his lust is back with a vengeance, totally recharged from their afternoon nap.

Leaving one hand to sink into her tit, he sucks kisses back up the sensitive path of her neck, along the smooth curve of her chin, back to her lips.

“Mmm…” Her hips roll up toward him, and it’s instinctual to push down, for their groins to grind together. “Na..ru...to...kun,” she breathes, her tone so needy that he rubs himself against her as heavily as he can, shots of pleasure making his jaw drop with an answering groan.

His hand slides down to cup her ass, his palm filling with the chiffon of her skirt and squishy flesh. Eagerly, he rolls his hips against her pelvis, the length of him thrilling with the attention. “Ugh, Hinata…”

“Mm...can you...take off..your clothes?”

He freezes.

Pale, misty eyes plead with him, and he needs no more convincing.

Sitting up, he pulls his shirt off. It’s a huge stroke to his ego to see her expression get even hornier, her lips fall open a little more, her lidded eyes trained on his body. He hooks his thumbs into his pants, pausing there in case she wants to stop him.

But she doesn’t. Instead, her hands mirror his, her thumbs sliding into her own waistband, and there his focus stays, raptly watching her raise her hips to pull the skirt over her rear.

He doesn’t even care where his pants and boxers land, the only thing that matters is bare skin sloping to the space between her tightly closed thighs, that quick glimpse he got imprinting on his mind.

Unthinkingly, his hands land on her knees and slide up her thighs, softer than he could have predicted. Dazed, he watches her legs open for him, the secrets of her womanhood revealed for his leisure.

For all his peeping at the public baths in his youth, he never knew what this part of a girl really looked like. Curious thumbs circle at the junction of her inner thighs and pelvis, caressing down and up, her butt shifting invitingly.

“Naruto-kun,” she whimpers.

“You’re so soft, Hinata…” He glances up to see her biting her bottom lip, her eyes still lidded in sensual intimacy. A stirring grips his core, and his thumbs venture further inwards, pushing upon even softer flesh.

“Ah..mm..ah…” Her expression contorts, her eyes closing.

His jaw drops, desire surging fast and hard through his dick, his thumbs meeting in her center, dampness covering the pads of his thumbs. His heart rate accelerates with the view of his thumbs opening her up, shockingly pink flesh glistening, arousal coating her skin as he rubs all over her down there.

“You’re so wet.”

That place, where he, his masculinity, goes, is wet.

She’s soft and wet, just for him. She’s ready, squirming and panting, and he’s ready, and…

He pushes a finger between her folds, her slippery flesh hugging around the digit. Every time he tries to pull out a bit, he can see her pussy resisting, tugging back with him.

She’s tight.

He’s subtly humping air as he buries his pointer finger to the second knuckle, twisting it this way and that.

“Mm..nnn..mm…”

“You’re so tight... I don’t think I can fit...” There’s just no way his cock can fit. His finger barely fits. But soon enough, the whole digit sinks into her.

“Hahh..hahh…” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, the pink stain on her cheeks down her neck vibrant.

Missing her warmth and taste, he leans back over to drink her breaths in, his finger turning and moving, attempting to loosen her more. He muffles her whimpers and moans, shoving his tongue into her mouth, seeking out more of her kiss.

Warm liquid leaks around his finger as he rubs moist walls, and he imagines his cock buried in her heated flesh, as wet as his finger and tongue.

“I’m going to try two fingers,” he mumbles into their kiss.

Feeling her nod, he sits up again, draws his finger out, and examines the shine over his skin. He rubs the arousal against his middle finger, idly noting how it’s longer than his pointer, how he’ll be tunneling even deeper than the first time, how when it’s finally his cock, how much deeper he’ll get…

His other hand at her hip, thumb rubbing circles over the smooth skin, he pushes both fingers in, marveling at how her hole stretches to accommodate the larger intrusion. He wiggles them further in, testing the silky walls intent on suffocating his digits.

The softness is different from her boobs.

His free hand reaches up to remind himself how they jiggle like water balloons, well, except for her nipples. He pinches one dusky peak, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, delighting in the clenching around his fingers, the new arousal coating them, easing his intrusion.

Quicker than the first time, the two digits slide in, and he nudges back and forth like that, in time with his useless humping and the pinching of her nipple.

“Na..Na-...Naru...to-kun..” Her head is shaking back and forth, the blush even more furious across her face, and it’s a real wonder to him how such easy, little motions of his hands make her look like she’s coming apart.

Leaning down, he manages to suck her nipple in, his tongue rolling it around, and then pressing on it like a button.

A magic button. One that has her hole soaking his fingers in arousal.

He does the same to her other boob, ensuring both nipples are hard and pointy, making her gasps fill the air, and making his knuckles get wetter and wetter.

Pulling his fingers out, he climbs between her legs to flatten out and kiss her.

Her small hands smoothe over his shoulders to the back of his neck, into his hair, holding him close for each delirious lick and suck of her lips. She pushes up toward him, pebbled nipples sliding and pushing into his chest, the cushion of her breasts taking his weight.

His hips jerk frantically against her, his length rubbing up and down her wet pussy, hot arousal coating the top of his dick. “Hinata…”

“Naruto-kun…”

“Mm...ugh...” Impatience boils over, and he shifts his hips, his dick poking at her, jabbing for entrance. Blindly, he thrusts against her for relief, not caring that he’s missing her tiny hole, the bottom or top of his cock catching and sliding on the wet heat of her womanhood several times.

“Naruto-kun…” Her eyes squeeze shut. Her hand slides down between them, her fingertips lightly taking a hold of his girth.

With hazy eyes, he watches her give him the cutest expression yet.

She’s wide-eyed and pink-cheeked, the shimmer in her gaze flitting among uncertainty, shock, and adoration. “You’re so big,” she murmurs, and he kisses her plump lips once, twice, before nodding.

“Because of you. You’re so sexy.”

She shakes her head slightly.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” he huffs out in almost a chuckle. His hips shift, his arousal-coated cock slipping slightly forward in her fingertips, his tip sliding down her moist heat.

Suddenly, her fingers lift and direct his cock at a certain angle, and his tip pushes up at softness.

Looking into her eyes, he searches for fear or hesitation, but it’s her usual, gentle shine, calm and trusting, and she gives the smallest nod.

Exhaling slowly, he places his weight forward with his pelvis, and instead of slipping, his piece nudges into hot flesh.

His jaw drops, breath catching in his throat. “Hinata…”

Her eyes fall closed.

With clearer intention than before, he presses forward, more of his dick finding its way into her body. “Augh…” Short groans leave his throat as he pushes forward again, wet pussy wrapping entirely around more than just the head. He leans more weight onto his forearms, his erection sliding deeper than he expected, almost a third of his cock sheathed in warmth.

“Oh!” Her eyes pinch shut, and he freezes.

“Does it hurt?!”

She breathes several times, unable to answer his question, so he leans his weight onto one arm, and uses his other to grope her breast in hopes of making her feel good.

He massages it, then plucks at her nipple, her whole body immediately reacting to the stimulation, his cock nudging in deeper. Lust flipping back on, he repeatedly pulls at her nipple, and she comes alive.

Her head tosses back and forth, her chest rising up, her ass wiggling, encouraging him to move with her.

Pulling out slightly first, he then shifts in deeper, lodging half his piece in her dripping clutch.

A moan falls from her kiss-swollen lips, and he leans back over to twirl his tongue with hers, his hips lightly thrusting back and forth, nudging himself deeper and deeper into squishy, tight flesh.

“Ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn,…” Her repeated cries on his tongue urge him on, encourage him to snuggle the rest of the way in until his groin presses against hers.

He feels like he’s as hard as a steel rod, piercing straight through incredible silkiness, comfort pillowing around his heavy desire, accepting all of him…and happily, he hugs her close, cuddling her to his full heart.

“Naruto-kun,” she breathes, trembling beneath him, and he turns to suck kisses at her neck.

“I love you, Hinata.”

“Mm...I love you, Naruto-kun…”

He stays at her neck for a few more seconds, kissing and sucking in appreciative worship, enjoying the realization that he’s as close as possible to the love of his life, enjoying the reassuring feeling of her small hands squeezing at his back, enjoying the intimacy of her tight hold around the hard embodiment of all his adoration for her.

Twitching uncontrollably inside of her, his dick begs to reach even further in her, but he wants to see her face, to know if she’s alright, or better than alright. So pushing his weight back up on his forearms, he catches her cloudy gaze.

She turns on a cute, little smile at him, one that lights up her lidded eyes and pools pink at her cheeks.

Unbidden, he’s smiling back, and lost in her gentle expression, fulfilled and affectionate contentment heavy in his chest, relief relaxing his fisted hands and tense arms,... he accidentally thrusts.

Shivers skate up his spine, new lust rigid in his cock, and he presses hard into her, grinding himself deep, watching her mouth fall open and a moan cry out. He pulls out a bit and pushes back in, the unbelievable ecstasy catching him off-guard, the electricity in his veins just as loud as her gasp, and again, then again he humps into her warmth, bliss buzzing along his skin with each push of his hips.

A vague voice at the back of his mind tells him to slow down, and with every bit of his control, he manages to stop, a shudder fighting through with a heavy exhale.

Blearily, she finds his gaze, her hands sliding onto his cheeks. “Naruto-kun,” she murmurs, and he knows she wants a kiss.

He tongues her mouth lovingly, wet lips meeting softly, her sweet taste making him strain into her, and he can’t stop himself from grinding against her, pushing up without pulling out, circling his hips in small movements, his piece desperately trying to snuggle deeper into the plush give of her body.

“I love you,” she murmurs against his lips, and he mumbles his love back, his thrusts starting to gain an urgency once more, his control slipping with the feeling of her soft form fitting so perfectly to his need.

“Hahh...Hinata…”

“Ahh...mm...ahn...Naru..to..kun…oh…”

Eyes closed, face buried in her hair, he loses himself in the tug and glide of his stiff dick into her soothing flesh, the shift of her soft body with each thrust, her breasts squishing repeatedly into his chest, her breathy moans caressing his ears. “Hinata…” Hot arousal bathes his cock, easing each piercing thrust, each pull-out to the tip before pushing his length smoothly into her. “Oh! Na, ru, to, kun, oh! Oh!”

“Hah..ugh…” He shoves himself into her and lifts up onto his hands to watch her. “You feel...so good, Hinata...”

Her eyes gleam happily for a second before his thrust melts it away. Her facial expression changes with each pump of his hips, a slight drop of her jaw, a quiver of her brows, a little tongue reaching out, her eyes squeezing shut. Her small hands squeeze at his forearms, her fingers tightening into his muscles whenever he sinks home. And her boobs.

He’s been aware of how big they are for awhile now.

And this week, he’s become aware of exactly how soft they are.

But nothing could have prepared him for how they move on her chest, jumping and jiggling, and he finds himself tunneling into her creamy folds faster, harder, his hips slapping at the backs of her thighs just to see them react. Her swollen nipples nod at him in enticing circles, and further arousal sparks hot and bright in his mind.

Sitting up, he palms the teasing shapes, squeezing so her nipples rise and skin spills between his fingers, and his gaze drags down the sweet taper of her waist, down her smooth tummy, down to their joining.

The rigid base of his cock gleams whenever he pulls out of her heat, then so easily disappears into pussy lips sucking around his thick girth. Hovering his hands just above her nipples, he pulls out a little farther and glides in, her breasts jiggling, her nipples brushing gently at his palms, a breathy whine rising from her lips. He pulls out even farther, attention rapt on how her pussy follows the curve of his dick, holding the head warm inside, and he glides back in, bumping his groin to hers, hard nipples tickling his palms, an “Ahh~” floating up from his flushed love.

Holding her lidded gaze, he breathes out, “Hinata,” and he’s pulling out, sliding back in, popping himself in and out of her soft body, enjoying the sight of her scrunching eyes and sound of her moaning in stimulated bliss. Her swollen nipples dance lightly under his palms until she arches, squishing her own boobs up into his hands with an impatient whine.

Heightening, clawing need has him thrusting more insistently, has him indulging in squeezing her boobs, tracing the curves of her waist, and gripping the smooth slopes of her hips. “So, sexy, Hinata…”

She shakes her head slightly. “Naruto-kun!” She reaches up, her hands running over his arms to his shoulders, and she looks at him pleadingly, a slight pressure on his shoulders inviting him to her.

“Ugh!” He gladly collapses forward, pleasure forcing his eyes shut and overwhelming him. “Hahh, ugh!” Ecstasy burns hot in his veins, his piece swelling longer in her silky clutch. He’s not going to last much longer.

“Mmm!...ahh...Nna..ruto..I..love…you…”

“I love you, Hinata,” he breathes out in a rush, teeth clenching, eyes squeezed shut. Shivers seize his frame and blossom low. “Loveyousomuch…” Muscles tensing, he heaves himself against her, and staticy delight shoots up his cock, through his spine, clouding his mind.

Her arms and legs hold him close, her embrace warm and tight, and happily, he lunges against her, working the base of his cock in the grip of her entrance, urging his tip deep in her folds.

Heart swollen, breath locked, he squeezes her to him. Sparks streak bright and burning, clenching through heady pressure, collecting and building from his head, to his chest, to his core, amassing in his groin. He shoves forward with one last stroke, and with any scraps of remaining discipline, pulls out onto her stomach.

Desperate elation releases out in a sharp stream. “Agh, ha, mm…” Acute pleasure thrills out in pulsing shots, and relief washes through.

Floaty exhaustion untenses his arms and legs, and he watches how her belly button puddles white.

Fuzzy pleasure exerts through his cock again, delight twitching out in random intervals. “Ugh. Heh. Still coming…”

His gaze trails up, and Hinata’s staring at the growing mess. “You pulled out…”

“Yeah… Oh!”

The puddle overflows, drops racing down her side, and Hinata brings a hand up to catch it. She sucks her stomach in, holding his cum from dripping. She blinks up at him slowly, a dazed look in her expression, and he presses kisses to her cheeks and to her responding smile.

“Sorry about that.”

She hums a disagreement.

Unwillingly, he gets up. “I’ll get a tissue.”

She nods, and her gaze returns to her stomach.

They clean up, and as she helps him collect his cum, she murmurs, “There’s so much…”

“...Sorry, haha.”

She hums another disagreement. “I’m happy.”

He leans into her, pressing more kisses to her lips. “Mmm, me, too.”

After throwing everything away, he climbs back into bed, and she snuggles into his side.

“We’re back to where we started.”

She giggles.

“Round two.”

“Whaat?” she gasps out, and he turns to smooch her giggling face. “Naruto-kun!”

He can’t help grinning. He levels a smile at her, taking in her shy gaze and rosy cheeks. His body’s never felt so content, he can’t remember ever feeling so relaxed and satisfied. He cuddles his fiancée, grateful for the millionth time. “I love you so much, Hinata.”

“I love you, Naruto-kun. Sooo much.” She smiles at him, and he works her lips, her tongue slowly tasting him.

“Hinata…” If he didn’t just come, he’d gladly do it all over again. “If we don’t get up, we’ll never leave.”

“Mhm.” She sounds satisfied to just stay in his arms, stay in his bed.

“Is this what we’re doing tonight then?”

“Hmmm…” She’s totally relaxing into him, and he thinks she might be trying to go back to sleep.

“You’re having Naruto for dinner?”

Giggles.

“Alright then.” He peppers kisses into her neck, his hand eagerly seeking a breast, and she twists, shudders, and laughs.

“Naruto-kun!”

He pauses to smile at her.

She looks just as happy, still dazed. “I don’t want to go out.”

“I know.” The fans, people of all ages and nations, after they saved the planet for a second time just blew out of control, and for the past two months, it’s been difficult to have a proper date. “Instant ramen?”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats, and he brushes stray hairs off her shoulder. Unbidden, his eyes trail down the rest of her naked form, and his hand follows, landing with a pat on her waist. “Hinata…”

“Mm.” Her eyes have closed again, and she’s cuddling into him.

Dinner can wait. He lays down more comfortably to hold her better and closes his eyes, letting the remnant bliss of their union hush him into dozing.

#thank you for reading!#nhmonth2023 #naruhina fanfiction #they couldn't write or televise blank period naruhina because they were too lovey-dovey flirty right?

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