Asynchronous With You - Bonus Lemon: Hinata's Drunk Dream
First off... I'm quite rusty at this. Secondly! I'm a teensy bit stuck writing Chapter 8 and chose to write some mindless smut for fun. I think this did help, in terms of being able to write freely. I don't know if I would include this in the story by itself. I could post it solo, but I would definitely want to make it even better than it is here.
Pairing: NaruHina
Tropes: Plot What Plot?/Smut/Light BDSM
She could see herself from every angle. And it felt like being watched.
See herself watching herself.
Naked.
Bent over a hard stool, wrists and ankles tied down to each leg.
See herself watching herself.
Be approached from behind by him.
How he towers over her. How his firm, muscled shoulders match the lines of the stool so well, how they stand in contrast to the round curves of her moon-pale ass.
See herself watching herself through two dozen floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
He coveted both tender cheeks in a merciless grip, his strong fingers threatening to bruise her as he spread her wide open.
She sees it all. Thrill dances like sparks along her spine, gathering at the base of her skull, then sending out liquid heat to her hardening nipples and her lonely clit. Her core clenches with lust, her pussy aches for attention. More than the attention of his gaze.
She watches herself in her exposed state. She watches how he drops down to his knees.
Oh what is he doing?
She watches how she jerks away when his hot, succulent tongue tastes her, when he laves up and down her slit. Her wrists and ankles strain against the ropes. But her ass is pushing out, begging for more.
He closes his mouth over her slit and he sucks on her.
He releases with a pop.
He goes back to eating out her submissive, dripping cunt. Oh god he's good. It's like he's warming up his favorite dish. Oh fuck, her clit is tingling up to her brain. Her heart pounds. Her pussy aches more. It's begging him. Don't stop. More. Give me more.
He teases her clit with the tip of his tongue. Waggling it back and forth. Her spine tenses over the stool, the hard object against her ribs making it that much harder to breathe. She bites her bottom lip. She watches how the ecstasy on her face evolves into open-mouth panting and knotted eyebrows, her large eyes alternating between lidded pleasure and wide-eyed need.
He digs his thumbs in her glistening entrance and his forefingers on either side of her asshole and he spreads her until she is twitching against his pulse, until she is breathing where breath does not exit.
She watches how she is unable to arch her back no matter how hard she tries when he drives his thick, wet muscle into her creaminess. She watches how her mouth contorts over the escaping sounds of her drawn out moans.
He's so aggressive. So possessive. He owns her and the nectar she produces.
"Mmm! Mm! Mmmn! Mmmmmn!" She cries as she bucks her hips against his mouth.
She fails to watch how his hand swatted her rump with the force of a paddle. Her scream at the sting evolves into another lengthy moan punctuated by frantic panting. Her tongue lolls over her bottom teeth and lip.
He spanks her again and liquid fire explodes through her veins, burning up any sensibility left in her brain.
Her entire body is suffused with wanton abandon.
It feels like she's become an erogenous zone.
He makes such sloppy noises as he devours her. He's a greedy lover. An ill-mannered heathen.
He scrapes his teeth along her clitoral hood and she keens again, straining to arch her back, and he won't let her.
SMACK!
Her head lolls forward now, the stinging imprinting itself upon her mind.
A name spills from her lips.
"Naruto-kun."
He scoffs darkly in response.
Before plunging two thick fingers in her snatch, and his tongue in her ass.
"No! No! No! No!" She cries incoherently, her pussy convulsing feverishly around his hard digits as he finger-pumped her with a purpose. The teasing, oily warmth of his tongue driving in and out of her ass made her clit ache to the point of pain.
If she could die of pleasure, she was right now.
She was going to cum.
Cum.
Cum.
Cum!
Cum!
CUM!
CUUUUM!!
CUMMIIING!!!
Her juices sprinkled his neck and chest as her pussy clamped down around his fingers.
He did not stop.
She cried, her pleasure-crazed sobs staccatoed from her chest.
She came again.
That wasn't fair.
He's not supposed to bully her. Not even like this.
But it was so good.
He was so, so good.
"Baby," she uttered with what voice she had left, and it was like she said the magic words.
He rose up behind her, his left fingertips ghostlike as they rested against the outline of her hips, while his right hand gripped his cock at the base. And he spanked the red handprint with his thick meat several times, communicating to her its size, its hardness, its weight.
She watched her eyes widen as he pushed the taut head through her folds. Her pussy greedily swallowed him up inch by sweltering inch and she seized around his length, how it stuffed her so full she could feel his cock poking just beneath her belly button.
Adrenaline shocked her heart into overdrive.
The thought of this intimidating thing pounding away at her cervix made her want to run away.
His cock dragged out against her tight, slippery walls, a heavy, gravelly exhale exiting his chest. He groaned as he pushed himself back in, and her breath caught in her throat.
His pace was slow, methodical. The stool squeaked with every plunge, bruising her ribs and making her clit frantic for release. He was loosening her up. Her pussy gobbled him whole, her juices matted down his pubes as he began to pick up the pace. Sloppy, sloppy sounds. Flesh slapping against flesh. Lust coiling like a spring in her gut.
She was going to cum.
She was going to cum again.
And just as his dick tip kissed her cervix once more, a dick tip kissed her parted lips.
A familiar, rough hand cradled her jaw, lifting her head up enough for them to make eye contact.
He grinned down at her, in that darkly smug way of his.
It was like he had stepped out of the mirrors.
"Hmmm," he growled playfully. "Tell me, Hinata. Which one of us is your 'Baby'?" he pressed his tip against her tongue, and unconsciously she began to coat him with her saliva.
"It's me, obviously. I'm the one that's balls-deep inside of her. Uhh, fuck."
"Nah, nuh-uh. She called you Naruto-kun. That's who you are. But her cooing summoned me. She wants a different kind of loving only I can give," saying that, he eased his cock deeper inside her mouth, until she could feel each pulsing vein tickle against her tongue. He stroked her jaw lovingly. "That's a good girl. You're going to take it all, alright?"
She hummed in affirmation as she took more of his impressive girth in her mouth, until the tip stopped at the threshold of her throat.
His breath trembled in his chest and as it left his lips.
"Okay, now you're going to move, alright? Worship it right, Hinata."
She closed her lips around his girth and sucked her cheeks in, causing him to throw his head back with an aroused growl.
Controlling himself, he surveyed her as she bobbed up and down his length, the glug-glug of her throat like the perfect accompaniment to her sopping pussy getting pounded.
Naruto spread her asshole again with his thumbs and he spat in her, the sudden warmth enlivening her whole body to his onslaught. It reminded her that she was owned back there too.
Bubbling drool formed around the circle of her plump, overworked lips. The drool stuck to his pubes, leaving a ropey trail of viscous spit and precum that only got thicker and thicker.
Another shaky growl and sigh.
"Fffffuck," he snaked his fingers through her hair. He fisted around her thick locks as if he were about to tie them into twintails, then he shoved his cock so far down her throat she couldn't breathe. Her stomach lurched up to her esophagus. He pulled out and shoved it back in again, pushing tears from her eyes. "Ungh, god, Hinata. You're the best," he pulled out again, just enough for her to move her tongue around the underside. "I want to fuck your brains out. So. Bad. But I don't want to break you."
Naruto scoffed.
"Then I'll break her first," he said.
He stuffed her pussy to the hilt. He hooked his left thumb in her anus, and when his right hand came down on that red handprint, she felt the world explode in white fire.
And for a moment, she swore the Hinatas in the mirrors had also screamed in climax.
He gripped her shoulder as he hammered his hips against her ass, the stool legs screaming against the floor with every senseless thrust, pounding away at her until she's the softest mochi. Her needy snatch clings to him with every drag. Nectar dribbles down her thighs. He stirs her juices with every thrust, and she feels like she's melting and coiling around him at the same time.
Satisfaction rings in her head as he forces her to float towards her fourth orgasm. Her throaty moans punctuated every glug-glug of his cock, the short bursts of asphyxiation making her float higher on an electrified cloud.
The other Hinatas chorus of moans was dizzyingly arousing. As if they were in a sex club of their own making.
Because of Baby, she could no longer see herself watching herself get spit-roasted by the love of her life.
But she knew they were watching.
And she looked fucking good getting fucked silly.
Their heavy, heated panting turned to strained grunting as they picked up the pace, throwing off all rhythm to sprint to the finish line.
Her pussy clenched around his stiffness as ropes of hot cum shot down her throat, and Naruto soon followed after, filling her with his hot, slimy jizz.
Naruto pulled out, but Baby wouldn't let her breathe.
It felt like needles stabbing in her brain as the world melted away in a glare of white light.
Ugh, it hurt so much.
Was she really dying?
Maybe she should never call him Baby.
It can only end badly if she does.
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