Hinata locked the door behind them without saying a word.
The apartment was dimly lit, warm from the evening heat. Naruto didn't move. He just watched as Hinata turned around slowly—eyes glowing faintly with her Byakugan, her breath already shaky.
She wore nothing beneath her tight black top and shorts. He could see her nipples—hard. Her thighs glistening with arousal.
"I'm not… asking," she said quietly, stepping closer. "Tonight, I'm taking you."
She pushed him down onto the couch and climbed onto his lap without hesitation, lips crashing against his as her hips rolled over his clothed erection.
The sweet, shy girl he once knew was gone.
This was Hinata the woman—desperate, needy, burning with everything she'd held in for years.
She ground her hips on him with frantic need, kissing him until her lips felt raw, her voice breaking into a whisper:
"I need you… inside me now…"
Naruto flipped them over—ripping her shorts down, his cock already rock-hard, slick with her anticipation.
She gasped as he entered her in one deep, wet thrust—no hesitation.
"Oh—Naru—ahh!"
He pinned her arms above her head, thrusting hard and fast, her back arching, her breasts bouncing with every slam of his hips.
"F-Fuck—yes—harder—please!"
He bent down, sucking her nipples, biting gently, and she screamed—coming hard around him, body writhing under his grip.
But he didn't stop.
She'd asked for it—demanded it—and he was going to give her everything.
He flipped her over, pressing her face into the couch cushions and fucking her doggy style, deep and punishing.
She moaned shamelessly, drooling, her fingers gripping the fabric tightly as she begged:
"Don't stop—don't pull out—fill me again!"
He came hard, shooting thick streams inside her tight walls.
She collapsed, gasping.
But after only a minute—she climbed back on top of him, guiding him back inside her with trembling thighs.
Again. And again.
The night blurred into a haze of sweat, heat, and raw, animal lust.
She rode him until her legs gave out.
He bent her over the kitchen counter and made her come twice more.
In the shower, she clung to his neck as he lifted her and took her against the wall, water mixing with moans and flesh.
By sunrise, her throat was hoarse, her body a trembling mess filled with his seed—face flushed, legs limp, mind blank.
Naruto kissed her gently as he held her in bed.
"You're amazing, Hinata."
She smiled sleepily, her voice barely a whisper.
"I'm not done…"
And even then, she reached for him again.
Outside the apartment, Sasuko stood on a nearby rooftop, arms folded.
She watched with glowing Sharingan eyes as the chakra inside swirled, thick and pulsing.
"…So even she has fallen."
A voice beside her—calm, amused.
Itachika.
"Let her enjoy it," she said. "She'll understand soon."
Sasuko's lips curled into a smirk. "That he belongs to all of us."