Give And Take

By : Sessakag

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or the characters, only the story.

Prompt: Once In A Blue Moon

Give and Take

"N-Naruto-kun?"

He paused, gazing curiously into the eyes of his voluptuous wife. Knelt between her legs, hard hands hooked beneath her knees as he held her open and wide, Naruto struggled to make the brain on his shoulders work when his lower head was hogging all the blood flow. The way he held her lush, petite body folded into herself was hardly helping his battle for cognition.

Her damp calves lay draped over his forearms, long violet hair a messy nest of silken ribbons, hickey littered breasts smushed between her up-drawn knees, tasty nipples rosy and hard, still glistening with his saliva. Her pretty pink pussy winking at him, still gushing happily from the merciless tonguing he'd given it.

He licked his wet lips.

Relishing the taste lingering in his mouth, reliving her hoarse screams ring in his ears, her clawing fingers scoring his shoulders…

…the sinfully firm, velvety softness of her clit on his tongue.

He was starving for another taste.

Her knees joined abruptly, hiding her enticing little hood between two equally attractive puffy folds; pulling him from his lustful trance.

Fuck.

He'd gotten distracted, hadn't she asked him a question?

He pulled his eyes away from her glistening sex, took a detour at her cherry nipples before finally taking in his wife's blushing face and hunched posture. In the midst of his admiration and sexual contemplation, she'd crawled back into her shell. Bunched shoulders and bumping fingers, the telltale signs of her cute fidget served only to stroke his ardor.

"What's the matter?" he asked, stroking his thumb along the tender curve under her knee, grinning as the red on her cheeks spread to the tops of her breast.

He knew what it was, they'd done this funny song and dance a million times.

"Y-You were staring…" she murmured, gazing off to the side.

He folded her deeper, mutedly turned on by the innate flexibility of the woman under him that allowed her ankles to nearly touch her ears without so much as a wince, and gripped her chin.

Bringing her moonstone orbs back to him, he said, "yeah, because you are the most beautiful," he kissed her, "gorgeous," another smooch, "sexiest woman in the entire world, 'ttebayo."

He Frenched her mouth slow and deliberate, devouring the plump pillows she called lips and sucking hungrily on her moist tongue.

"I can't help but stare," he muttered against her lips.

He leaned in for a second helping, sucking the air from her lungs, sharing his warm saliva with her and taking hers as payment. He'd never kissed anyone other than Sasuke(accidentally!) so he didn't really have much to compare, but nothing could convince him that Hinata didn't have the softest, most delicious lips in the world.

Running his tongue along the seam of her lips, he pushed his hips forward, finding her saturated button with his cock.

He teased them both, lazily rocking forward and back, starting an inferno between them. Her quiet moan of his name jogged his memory.

Their lips parted on a satisfying smack as he leaned back and asked, "what did you ask me?"

She followed his retreating kiss, arching to reattach their mouths. He dodged her seeking lips reluctantly, more interested in what he'd missed.

"Hina, baby," he probed, tilting her chin up and finding her eyes with his.

"Hmm?" she hummed, looking dazed and edible.

Fuckin cute as fuck.

"Now you're all distracted," he chuckled, "come on, what'd you wanna ask me?"

Instant inferno.

Red faced and suddenly shy, he lost her hypnotic eyes again.

He was as stubborn as she was though.

Pulling them right back, he coaxed, "tell me, sweetheart. What was it?"

She stewed beneath his cerulean spotlight, shrinking a bit but whispering out her desire.

"C-can I…be on top this time…?"

He couldn't help the grin that parted his lips or the hot stirring in his loins at the incredibly rare request.

His sweet wife was a giver in the purest sense of the word, deriving pleasure from pleasing others, inside the bedroom and out. She'd do anything to make him happy while asking for nothing in return, often stepping on her own wants to ensure he kept his smile. In line with her gentle nature, she didn't enjoy taking charge often, if at all, content to advise and steer at his side, so for her to want a 'position of power' so to speak, was extremely uncommon. In the years they'd been married, this had only happened twice before today and each time it rocked his world completely.

It wasn't really about having her on top of him, or 'in control' that had him randy, he didn't have even a hint of kink for a Dominatrix scenario. Having spent so many years being pushed around by his pink haired teammate and the village at large, he had little desire to be bossed around, even by his gentle wife.

Lucky for him, Hinata was so far from that architect it wasn't even funny.

She had no desire dictate and mandate, to push, pull and prod. He was sure some would be frustrated with her aversion to taking charge.

Not him.

Impatient as he'd always been, it still threw him for a loop that he found her reserved nature…fascinating.

She had a hidden power most people missed, and in an effort to understand her love language, to see beneath the underneath, he'd started paying very close attention to his other half.

As stupid as it probably sounded, he likened her to restaurant sprinklers.

You didn't really pay attention to those little pieces of metal sticking out of the ceiling on a normal day, but they were vitally important, they saved lives and calmed raging fires. They're largely ignored, they don't stand out, or make a fuss, but they created a greater distance between life and death.

Not the best analogy sure, and he had sorta come up with it on the fly while staring up at the contraption at a fancy restaurant, waiting for his then Hyuuga girlfriend to return from the bathroom.

But it stuck to this day.

Hinata was just like those sprinklers and he loved that about her.

He loved everything about her.

He loved that she shined even without the spotlight of attention, that her mere presence moved mountains, that she held him completely under her spell without the use of threats or violence. It truly amused him that to the outside looking in, he was considered the one that 'wore the pants' in their relationship, when in reality he'd crumble into absolutely nothing if her pillar were ever removed.

So really, who actually 'wore the pants'?

Their dynamic wasn't what people thought.

He might be the assertive one in their union but he worshiped the ground she walked on.

He liked being the one to guide them through new and exciting unexplored territories, he loved that she liked it too, but he also loved being able to give his selfless wife anything her heart desired.

His tiny wife that never complained.

His loving spouse that never asked him for anything.

His other half that would go the extra mile for anyone but herself.

That's what was turning him on, that was what was making him all hot and bothered at the moment.

That she was willing to commit the worst sin (in her mind) and demand something of him. He loved that she felt comfortable to ask anything of him, that she trusted him enough to be vulnerable and open, to make her needs and desires known instead of suffering in silence. He wanted her to be selfish more often, to put her needs ahead of his more than once in a blue moon, to give him a chance to give her even a fraction of what she gave him daily.

Rocking his hips forward, Naruto circled her shiny clit with his own shiny tip, stroking the pads of thumbs along her rounded hips as he answered, "of course you can. We can do whatever you want, ttebayo"

That only seemed to embarrass her more, and before she could change her mind, he pulled her against his chest and rolled to his back, settling her on his lap.

The view was fantastic.

Though anxiety held her arms clamped to her impressive rack, the picture her startled innocence and awkward sensuality painted was as erotic as if she'd struck a stereotypical sexy pose. She was blatantly out of her element, yet aroused by her circumstances. He could see it in the heaving of her bosom, the parting of her plush lips, the liquid fire in her silvered eyes, and feel it in the small puddle she dripped on his lower abdominals.

She liked this switch up.

"Just like last time," he encouraged huskily, stroking her plump thighs, "do whatever feels good, sweetheart."

A mere beat of hesitation held her in place before she leaned down, pressing massive tits to his chest and kissing him.

It was soft and sweet and made his dick ache something fierce. He let her explore and taste him, suck and lap on his lips for long breathless moments before he indulged himself in her flavor. He picked up where they left off, glutting himself on her delicious mouth, adding horny groping of her plump derrière to the tongue tangling mix.

A long mewl left her lips.

She shifted atop him, spreading her knees to catch his hard cock between her moist labia before clamping her thighs around him, trapping his dick in slippery flesh, pressing pulsing sex to pulsing sex. His own groan joined her as she moved, hunching up and down, creating a delicious wet friction between them.

This was new.

Mind reeling, struggling for breath, he clamped his hands on her working hips, arching into the messy caress of their genitals.

She was far more turned on than he thought.

Her movement was jerky, inarticulate, nothing inside her pretty little head but plundering his mouth and chasing climax.

Slender arms twined his neck, her plump hips circled, rubbing their sexes differently, the sensation rolling his eyes in their sockets before she returned to painting him length in hot arousal. He gripped her hips, holding tight enough to mark her snowy skin as bliss beat at his groin. Blistering rapture circulated his hard form, compelling, demanding, he join her in mindless lust. His brain emptied of everything but the delicious friction, narrowing to the stunning reality that his sweet, innocent Hina was using his dick as a masturbation toy.

He had no fucking clue why he found that so goddamn sexy but fuck if it didn't have tip toeing the razors edge.

It was incredibly naughty…at least the way she was doing it.

Like a feline in heat, she humped and hunched him with a frenzied hunger he'd never seen in her before, ringing every ounce of ecstasy with an agonizing efficiency that'd make a succubus jealous.

He was dealing with a wildcat tonight and he was more than ready to tame it.

Fisting navy blue strands, the horny blond found the sensitive column of her throats. He sucked hard, laving the soft skin he found as he clamped a hand to her ass. He moved below her, circling her hips as he pressed down against her plump cheeks, forcing them closer, letting her feels every inch of his granite cock.

She paused, entire body shuddering, a pitiful mewl leaving her throat.

Her thighs spasmed, arms clamping around him as she picked up his new rhythm, moving opposite of his clockwise motion, stoking a deeper ecstasy in his veins.

"Fuck, just like that, baby," he whispered.

Hissing pleasure through clenched teeth, Naruto suffered with grace, sweating and aching down to his balls, distracting himself with the taste of her salty flesh.

He knew the exact moment she really started feeling it.

There was a throb between them he could feel, a hitch in her breath, a shrillness to her moans, a wildness to her writhing hips.

He rocked her faster, anticipation tying his insides into chaotic knots.

"You gonna cum, baby?" he husked, "gonna get my dick all wet?"

"Yes," she sobbed.

Fuck, the way she sounded.

"Cum for me, baby," he crooned in her ear, thrusting upwards into the messy friction, "fuckin drown this dick."

Like the magic words, she opened the floodgates.

Hot fluid soaked his lap, desperate lips fused to his.

Naruto slapped hard hands to her clenched buttocks, pressing them harder together as she gave into orgasm.

Wailing muffled completion down his throat, trembling uncontrollably, breathing harshly, his hot wife gushed hot honey on his dick, soaking his screaming length.

His own harsh breathing filled the air.

He said she could have anything she wanted, that she could be on top tonight, but he was seconds from flipping them over and fucking her delicious cunt as hard he could.

That was one of the most erotic experiences of his life.

He was beyond ready to empty his load inside her welcoming heat.

Ever in tune with the mind of her husband, his wife reached back, gripped him with a trembling hand, lined his heated rod with her gushing centered and impaled herself.

A grimace passed his face, a low hiss whistled between his lips.

Tight fucking walls engulf from tip to base him, the delicious squeeze of her reluctantly parting pussy bordering on torture.

She didn't give either of them a chance to right their fucking mental.

She rose, using his pecs as leverage and rode him hard and face, her pace desperate and passionate, untamed and sexy.

Her whole body jiggled and swayed, heavy tits, little belly, thick thighs, all of it.

He couldn't see her luscious ass but he could feel it kissing his thighs, could her it clapping behind her. He didn't know what the fuck he wanted to paw and grope more.

His mind was fucked.

He grabbed her bouncing melons, squeezing and kneading, playing with her nipples until she keened before filling his hands with both rear cheeks. He molded their shape and weight, smacking them hard enough to make her squeal before reaching for her slender waist instead when he started to miss the sound of their fleshy clapping.

He shuddered, groaned a rushed, "your pussy feels so good, Hina."

Her insides clenched, massaging his rock hard cock, pouring gooey goodness all over his sensitive flesh. All too soon her rhythm started to falter, her muscles quaked and fresh fluid dripped down the tight clutch holding him hostage.

Her wild ride was incredibly short lived.

She bounced on him hard and quick, cunt squelching, her grip on his dick unbearable.

His trilling wife managed a handful of strokes before she came apart, pumping his cock in shuddering strokes, twitching and shaking as she screamed her ecstasy.

He thrust upwards into the hard spasms, fighting her contracting muscle for the promised nut pounding in his balls. Her juicy cunt worked over time, milking him hard and mercilessly, trying its best to suck his sac dry with each mind-blowing tug.

"Fuck," he growled, pulling her by the ass into his frantic strokes, "so fucking good, Hina."

His buttocks clenched, darkness clouded his vision a briefly before euphoria blazed through him. He was lost in sensation, groaning his bliss to the hush of their bedroom, big body quaking as hot semen left his cock, the rush so sinfully good he swore he'd died and gone to heaven. He lay weak as a newborn and as content as a dog with a bone, breathing as though he'd run a marathon but feeling absolutely fucking amazing.

Her weight sagged above him.

His adorable little wife tucked her head beneath his chin, cuddling against his chest, ears flushed cherry, shyness, her old friend, returning once more as she struggled for breath.

He smiled faintly, finding her unbearably cute, though he did wrap his arms around her and turn.

Pressing her back into the mattress below, pulling her tight to his sweat slicked body.

Taking her out of the spotlight that made her uncomfortable, sheltering her in the hidden cove of his strong embrace.

A soft sigh touched his tanned skin.

She was happy.

He could feel her contented aura seep into his skin.

She was back in the place she felt comfortable.

He stroked her hair, and pressed gentle kisses to her silky crown.

Every once in a blue moon, Hinata would turn her bashful eyes to him and whisper some hidden desire lying neglected in her heart.

He wondered idly when the next blue moon would be.